Warhammer Throne

In the autumn of 2525 in the imperial calendar, the Great Forest of Tarabeheim.

The two frustrated men were sleeping together in hiding. They temporarily found a wild boar nest, killed all the piglets inside and had a good meal, and then lay down and covered their heads and fell asleep. Beside them, the two griffins were the same. Asleep, outside the wild boar nest, a group of crows loyally guarded the two frustrated men.

The morning light of dawn shone on the face of one of the frustrated men. His face was full of stubble, and the gaps in his beard were all grease stains. No one could think of the identity of this frustrated man when he looked at him.

The imperial emperor, Karl Franz woke up in the morning light. He heard Matak’s painful howling. Obviously Matak was having a nightmare, and it was a very painful nightmare. This is more like the chief wizard. A filthy beggar really found himself miraculously.

But when he heard someone calling the emperor from the sky, Karl-Franz was so scared that his heart jumped out of his chest at first, but he immediately recognized the two-headed griffin. After all, the griffin in the Imperial Zoo Those, a kind of joy burst out in his body instantly, and he realized with satisfaction that the loyal people are still alive, even if everything else has been ruined, even if his Northern Army has been completely destroyed by the darkness, and there are still troops left behind.

As the chief royal wizard, Matak’s strength is unquestionable. Even if Matak is not particularly good at spell damage or healing magic, Matak can communicate that the birds have found the emperor’s location, riding a griffon. I flew for five or six days and found him. Some of the magic dry food imported from the elves made the emperor quickly regain his physical strength. His amber magic restored the Great Griffon Death Claw to health and healed death. The broken wings of the claw restored the strength of the Great Griffin.

The two set off from Ostermark on a griffin, flew for several days, and finally approached Brunswick.

The news that Matak brought to Karl Franz was very gratified. Although Marienburg and Tarabeheim have all fallen, Middenheim, Brunswick, Ivyheim and Noor have all. During the resistance, Midenheim and Nur still had an established elite army. The emperor thought about it. His smile disappeared. He looked at the beggar in front of him and touched his beard again.

So, this is the virtue of the empire now? Just like me and Matak?

"Ahhhhh~" Matak was obviously having a nightmare again, and the chief royal wizard howled endlessly. The emperor simply woke him up: "My great wizard, are you okay?"

"Emperor, my emperor, it is great that you are still alive." Matak was shaken awake, the Supreme Wizard burped, and the oncoming overnight bad breath almost made the emperor almost vomit the food in his stomach. , But Matak’s next words caught the emperor’s attention: "Carl, Carl, I got Taal’s oracle. The Lord of Nature is dying. He is being tortured by the plague of Nurgle. Corrupted vines and poisonous moss are here. Cover him, he is dying, only the true son of Charlemagne can save him, Karl, only you."

"What should I do?" the emperor asked lightly.

"We must return to Braunschweig. Only by guarding Charlemagne's throne in the hands of the father of the disease can Tal have a chance to be saved." Matak replied to the emperor.

"Then we don't hurry? It's not far from Brunswick here." The emperor was not surprised by this answer.

"But... all of this needs a price, Carl, all this needs a price." Matak said painfully and entangled: "The Lord of Nature told me that if you go to Nur or Ivyheim or even Middenheim now If you regroup your troops, then you still have a chance to survive, but if you choose to return to Brunswick, the only thing waiting for you is death."

"Death?" The emperor was taken aback. He looked at Matak incredulously, but got an extremely affirmative reply from the Chief Great Wizard.

Is it? Will I die in Brunswick?

But then he calmed down. He raised his head and looked at the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning. The autumn sun still retains a little heat. Karl-Franz felt the heat, and the emperor smiled.

His empire was devastated, his city was attacked on all sides, and his army was wiped out.

"Matak, you said, there is no immortal dynasty in this world, and there is no tomb that cannot be dug, right?"

"His Majesty?"

"Let's go, let's go to Brunswick." The emperor didn't say any more, he looked serious, put the dragon tooth sword into the scabbard, and awakened the death claw.

…………I am not the dividing line of an immortal dynasty…………

"We are here! We are here! Second brother, third brother, look, we are here!"

Otto was standing on top of his third brother, Grotte, his body trembling with excitement.

"Big Brother! We finally arrived!"

Ezerak excitedly danced his staff, and the bells jingled.

"It's the same for me." Gurit ejected several Chaos Eggs from his mouth.

The capital of the empire, the heart of the empire, the throne of Charlemagne, and the birthplace of the Carolingian tribes are right in front of them. Thousands of smoky chimneys and the tiled roofs below are all so eye-catching, so magnificent, so... fascinating!

This will be the best gift for a loving father!

So the Grote brothers thought.

"It's so beautiful." Otto exclaimed. My eldest brother watched fascinatedly as the city was struggling with the epidemic. The walls and building surfaces were covered with moss and vines. Brunswick was like a dying sick person, going through the final. Rebelling, the blessing of the loving father had covered her skin and flowed into her veins.

"Brother, it's not too late, let's go."

"No, don't worry."

Otto rejected Ezerac's proposal: "We must wait, wait for Festus and his great works, wait for Gotrete and his tentacles army, wait for the maggot riding regiment and the clerks."

"Come, they are here~"

Before the words were over, a terrible horn sounded from the north of the city. The dark green warriors of Nurgle, the hordes of Beastman wars, the detestable monsters, the huge Minotaur wars, And the vortex beasts, the most filthy and most invisible, slowly walked out of the forest.

At the beginning, it was still dozens, then hundreds, and soon it was thousands, tens of thousands.

Seventy or eighty turbid currents eventually converged into an army large enough to submerge the entire city. The Yankee's queue is about two thousand meters long, and there are countless army of Drachwald Beasts. The six minotaur battle groups are about to lose their strength, they are eager for fresh flesh and blood, and the city in front of them is the largest meat storage!

Gotrit-breather strode out of the queue, and the half-human and half-tenbeled warlord of Nurgle, the Chosen, signaled that he was ready.

"The lord of the tentacles is here, very many, very many." Ezerak happily shouted: "Big brother, although you can't see it, the three brothers of the maggot riding group in the east have also arrived. There are so many people!"

"Idiot, how many are there?"

"Anyway, it's a lot!" Ezerac laughed wildly: "Brother, I promise you can have a full meal today~"

"Brother eat first, brother eat first, I will only feel sorry for brother~" Gurit laughed eagerly, his shoulders rolling back and forth with excitement.

"Very well, the three-way army has arrived!" Otto is still waiting: "Then, Festus is still behind."

The champion of Nurgle God's Choice did not let the three brothers wait for too long. Soon, the rumble of percussions across the earth, deeper than thunder, as if the unstable foundations of the whole world were beginning to rub against each other, and the hair was sticky. The stinky rain poured down, and the pouring rain was mixed with sticky dirt clumps.

Otto raised his head and grinned, feeling the cool mucus running down his cracked cheek.

"Wow~"

"Oh oh oh oh oh~"

"Nursing"

"Nursing~Nursing~Nursing~"

The heavy rain caused the defenders in the city to cry in pain. The soldiers who were touched by the rain could feel the pain like bone-cutting even if they were not sick. But for the 400,000 Nurshou army outside the city, the heavy rain was almost impossible. It was a rain from the sky. Everyone felt the blessing of a loving father. Everyone felt that they were full of energy. As if they had a tacit understanding, they began to call out the name of Nurgle.

"Nurg! Nurg! Nurg!" The young, brave Norsca predators slapped their shields with their axes. They were extremely excited, because the benevolent father must be watching the battle, making meritorious deeds, and being promoted to champions. This is the first step for the champion, Chaos Warrior, Chaos Champion, Chaos Lord, Chaos Chosen, and even the Demon Prince!

"Nurg! Nurg! Nurg!" The Norsca veterans with white sideburns were also ecstatic. This may be their last chance. The true God is on the top. Please witness my efforts and give me glory and strength!

"Nurg! Nurg! Nurg!" The savage Kurgans, the strong chaos warriors, and the weird-looking Nurg demons hammered the ground with their weapons, and the love of the father finally ended here!

"Nurg! Nurg! Nurg!" The abandoned, the beasts, the various monster war gangs and the cyclops also shouted, these things do not understand why, they are just echoing, waiting for orders, waiting With fresh meat, waiting for another satisfying gluttonous feast.

More than 7,000 battle flags were bathed in heavy rain, and each one was marked with the face of the father of various diseases. The butcher knife was taken out of the holster, the chains of the hammer were untied, and the blunt sword was withdrawn from the human leather scabbard.

"Stop~" Otto, the eldest brother of the Grote brothers, raised his sickle, and the audience was silent for a moment. The dark clouds in the storm opened a gap. The other side of the gap was not the blue sky, but the terrible garden of Nurg. The laughter of praise from the loving father fell with the green lightning, and all the followers of Nurgle sighed with satisfaction.

As a child of a loving father, happiness is sometimes so simple.

And boring.

As many as 400,000 warriors, beasts, and monsters were all over Brunswick. They shouted wildly, the sounds of tribal horns and rough roars one after another, and the harsh roars erupted from countless tribes, people Everyone was excited because the loving father was watching this battle. They turned their attention to the three Grote brothers. They are the children who are particularly loved by the loving father, and they know what to do.

Otto enjoyed a moment of joy. He laughed wildly and acted arbitrarily in the heavy rain, but he knew that he could not delay for too long. He wanted to dedicate this city to his real father. A good boy would never let his father down. .

The Plague Scythe was laid flat and pointed at the city gate, and Otto's order followed.

"Attack the gate!"

Above the tower, Marshal Rick Heilberg looked at the "prosperous scene" in front of him. He was gazing at more and more tribes moving forward into their positions. He saw that the sea was more green towards the ocean. The walls are coming.

Are those chaotic warriors with heavy armor that can be dealt with by the mobs now improvised?

Can the siege towers that are twenty or thirty meters high and composed entirely of humus destroyable by artillery?

There are also those siege behemoths, a group of filthy and terrible huge creatures with salivating lips, cyclops holding boulders, and minotaurs crowded together vying to open a can of meat. Is the empire capable of defeating them now?

Heilberg didn’t know that Marshal Rick’s forehead and back could not help but sweat, his hand gripped the hilt of the Runefang tightly, and the rain hit his armor and wet his. The hair, soaked in his inner lining, was slimy and uncomfortable.

Witnessing the desperate situation in front of them, even the Rick guards who had seen many battles were terrified, and everyone almost focused their attention on Heilberg.

The old handsome was stunned for a few minutes. He could see the expression of the deity Nurgle from the crack in the sky. An extreme fear derives extreme anger. He immediately pointed to the crack in the sky and roared: "Have you seen that?"

"Look... I saw..."

"Then why are you just watching? Where are the mages dead? Turn it off immediately!" The old man yelled hysterically, pointing at the fat grandfather's kind face. : "Turn it off! Turn it off, you must turn it off!"

Heilberg's order made everyone slowly recover. In the heavy rain, the battle mages had begun to cast spells on the circling furious storm to contain them, but the seal they had hurriedly created had little effect in the face of the condensed terrifying hell.

"Fire!" The battle wizard is still gathering strength. Heilberg has forced himself to focus all his attention on the war in front of him. His hoarse voice is more like a human being because of the long yelling. The green-skinned warlord, the old man slapped the wall of the city wall hard: "In the name of Charlemagne's blood, fire!"

"Fire!"

"Fire!!!"

Heilberg's order echoed in the imperial army and inspired the rest. The roar of imperial artillery overwhelmed the sound of heavy rain, and the roaring artillery shells smashed into the hustle and bustle of the hustle and bustle of the North. The firepower of the rippling ripples on the city wall, followed by the sound of the arrow breaking through the air.

Dozens of war machines fired at each other on a battlefield that had long been suffocated by death and madness and 800 artillery guns on the walls. The rain was like a knife cutting, drowning everything under the curtain of the epidemic, and the moon of death drove the colorful embellishment. The lightning flashes a scene of smoky destruction.

"Will the Sun King's knights arrive in time? Will the Breton jihadists come to support us?" Julian Brandt, a recruit from the Rick Guardsman, couldn't help but said: "There are also dwarves. , Elf, where are our allies?"

Heilberg said nothing.

"My marshal?"

Marshal Rick was silent for several seconds, and he spoke.

"Hold on to your post! Guys of the empire, your sharpest weapon is courage, and our most loyal belief in Charlemagne. Fighting for the empire, after death, we have no regrets."