Warhammer Throne

The emperor Karl-Franz and the imperial chief wizard Matak fell in the palace courtyard. Although the ground had grown about 20 to 30 centimeters tall poisonous weeds, the emperor and the chief wizard were fortunate to find the resistance outside. Still continuing, there are no enemies in the courtyard for the time being.

"Emperor, this is not a good choice." Matak was riding a two-headed griffin and fell to the ground. He was not a good rider. Compared with the emperor's skillful riding skills, he was like a rookie. See Karl Ferrer Langz insisted on landing in the palace, Matak repeatedly shook his head: "Our best choice is to go to the zoo, and the second best choice is to go to the southeast. Have you seen it? Nuer's black-bottomed golden lion flag is still flying. On Rondstede Castle."

  "Why do you think that Nuer's army will obey my command?" The emperor was taken aback for a moment, then he turned over and got off the deathclaw, and said lightly: "Because German is my godson?"

   "Because you are the Emperor of the Empire!" Matak insisted.

"Because I am the Emperor of the Empire, I must be here. I must face enemies who dare to provoke my majesty in the palace!" Karl Franz yelled: "You see their army, you know how many they are. close!"

   "We can't defeat the three Grote brothers, Your Majesty." Matak was still persuading with all his heart: "I know how powerful they are."

"I know too." The emperor seemed to regret his previous tone. He thought about it and said softly: "Mattak, you know, I owe you my life. You saved me. I allow you to do what you want. Things, including but not limited to going to the zoo, seeking help from the Nur Army, and even riding a two-headed griffon to leave to find a way out, I allow you, but I am the emperor of the empire. It is my responsibility to guard the empire. Don’t Stop me, this is my destiny."

  After finishing speaking, Karl-Franz glanced at the old crooked neck tree in the courtyard of the imperial palace. The imperial emperor was speechless for a long time.

  Mattak only cursed a few words secretly, and barely followed.

  In the palace hall separated by a wall, the Chaos Army has already killed here, the imperial palace guards are almost killed and wounded, and there are about 4,000 men under the three brothers Grot.

   "The Comet Twin Tail is getting closer and closer, we are hurrying!"

  At this time, only Vlad’s Undead Army was able to resist. The Von Kastein vampire and Lamia Pale three sisters sent by the Death Army fell in front of the three Grote brothers.

Vlad was forced to go to the battle himself. The Death Maharaja was in a very poor state. Yellow-green mucus was dripping from the surface of his body. He kept coughing and vomiting a puff of bile. Even so, he still stopped. In front of the three Grot brothers: "You can't pass here!"

"Ah, it's you old necrophilic antique." The eldest brother Otto admired the beauty of the imperial palace, the colorful glazed windows, the impossibly gorgeous chandeliers, the sculpture portraits that symbolized the glorious history of the empire, and Wanton trampling on the crafted marble floor: "Report your name, our three brothers will not kill the unknown!"

   "My name is known to everyone from Kislev to the Nicohara Desert." Vlad said coldly, and he clenched the blood-drinking sword.

  "? So what's your name?" Second brother Ezerac asked, "Who can you send to? Name it!"

"..." Vlad showed an injured expression on his face, and he became even more angry: "This seat is Vlad von Kastein, the elector of Sylvania, the supreme death The Maharaja, the Lord of Shadows, the original Earl of Vampires, the heir to the power of Nagash, the first King of Vampires, Isabella's husband, the Lord of Darkness, and the Patriarch of the Von Kastein!"

"Is it famous?" Otto and Ezerak looked at each other. They really hadn't heard of Vlad's name. In order not to lose their momentum, they stammered after Vlad's tone. They gave a name that seemed to be domineering and domineering: "Then we also tell you, this seat...the three are the three Grote brothers, the eldest brother of Nurgle’s good children, the destroyer of the empire fools, there are many A lot of sick patients, father Nurgle’s beloved baby! And, what is going to be killed soon. The three brothers of Casstain"

   "Yes, we are going to kill you villain Frodo soon!"

   "The same for me!"

"Enough, you stupid Yankees, endless pigs, same-sex reproductive bugs, buzzing poisonous bees, trash dripping from the gaps in the highest heaven, toy triplets of chaotic eggs, chopping boards The fat pig, the foul-smelling barreled carrion, the **** of the Norsca Mountains, the rotten fish on the Claw Sea, the feces-eating professionals in the Nurgle Garden, the running dog of Aicharn, the thief of Brunswick, the thief of Marienburg The deformities born of executioners, humans, and sea monsters, if you are in my Sylvania, you are only worthy of the goat **** in the sheep pen!"

   "All curses all bounce back!" Otto monster called.

   "Your rebound is invalid!" Ezerak shouted: "You badass, badass bastard! We are the good ones, the good ones!"

   "The same is true for me!" Gurit let out a fart and sprayed out a large string of viscous yellowish-brown fluid.

   "You guys, this and this one by one, hum~ hum~ hum~ Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!

  No more words, the two sides began to fight, and Vlad used his own power to fight against the three Grot brothers at the same time.

Although Vlad's strength is seriously regressed, his swordsmanship and magical sophistication make him qualified to confront the three Grot brothers. His blood-drinking sword confronts Otto's plague sickle, and his spells fight Ezerac's plague. Magic, at the same time the Death Maharaja was avoiding Gurit's attack.

  In this way, in front of the imperial emperor’s throne, the undead fought against the chaos, and there was no human figure.

The three Grot brothers tried their best to win Vlad, so they could only deal with him. Vlad, who had both mastered the magic and martial arts, danced like a bat in the siege of the three brothers. He focused on his target, the older brother O. Toh, the death lord has noticed that among the three Grot brothers, the eldest brother Otto is the dominant one. He is more intelligent (compared to his two younger brothers) and is the backbone of the three guys.

The goal was determined, Vlad immediately danced his sword blade, the vampire turned his sword in the air, twisted his body into a ball of twists, and easily escaped Otto’s sickle offensive. Zerak’s life proliferated, and the death army seized the opportunity to chop the blood-drinking sword on Otto’s wrist, and then the blade stuck at the corner of the plague scythe, letting the sickle escape from Otto’s hand, and Vlad stomped the sickle with one foot. At his feet, he looked up: "Then, it's over."

The Death Lord grabbed Otto’s wrist and turned his wrist upside down to a negative 180 degrees. Otto felt a little pain and was about to fight back. Vlad’s blood-drinking sword pierced directly behind him. Otto's heart.

   "Big Brother!"

   "Big Brother!!!"

Ezerak and Gurit screamed, Otto kneeled weakly, Vlad injected some wind of death to kill Otto directly, but then he coughed and even the hornbeam seeds still affected his power. , He couldn't draw enough death wind from his body to give Otto a fatal blow.

  Damn, my magic is not enough.

Vlad thought of this. When the death lord saw this, he drew the blood-drinking sword from Otto's back. Vlad was annoyed at the loss of this opportunity. He noticed the blood in his blood-drinking sword slot. Like his fighting habit for thousands of years, Vlad needs more magic power, and the best source of magic power for vampires is blood, so he subconsciously stretched out his tongue to lick the blood on the blood-drinking sword. , Trying to restore some magic power in this way.

  The next second, Vlad's hand quickly covered his throat. The vampire's eyes protruding, covering his mouth and retching, and then spit out a big bad breath of spray. The Death Maharaja knelt directly on the ground, and he sprayed out bursts of black and red blood: "This... this is ?"

  This is not blood at all, it is full of "shit" named Nurgle's blessing!

  There is poison in the shit!

"Do you like it? Do you like it? Come again?" Otto got up from the ground, and the scar on his chest soon healed under Nurgle's blessing. The older brother laughed at Vlad's stupidity, and then picked up the sickle. , Intends to cut down Vlad's head.

"Damn... but...cough... damn! I... uh!" Vlad desperately vomited, as if a scum beast was stuffed in his throat, the death lord rolled on the ground in pain, seeing Otto's sickle was chopped off, and Vlad could only hold his von Kastein ring in desperation.

In the next second, the death lord’s head was cut off by Otto’s sickle, leaving a headless corpse and was quickly wrapped in poison ivy and a blanket of fungus. Vlad’s body immediately turned white and became A pile of stone powder.

  Vlad was defeated, and the undead army he controlled collapsed instantly, leaving only broken bones all over the floor, as well as the three Grot brothers.

  Then there is only one goal left!

  The first level of Emperor Karl-Franz!

In the quiet Sacred Hammer Hall, Emperor Karl-Franz and Matak were on their side. Matak first saw a group of bats flying by from the window, and a weak and exhausted voice shouted: "Don't give up fighting, My emperor... don't, give up."

   "Give up what?" Matak was still wondering, the door of the Holy Hammer Hall was knocked open.

The three Grot brothers rushed in. They saw the emperor and the chief wizard guarding the two solitary golden chains, as well as their mounts, and couldn't help laughing out loud: "I found you, my emperor! "

"In the name of Charlemagne, I warn you, Yankee." Karl Franz drew out the Rune Fang, and the Dragon Tooth Sword always reflected the golden brilliance in the Hall of the Holy Hammer: "This is our country. , Now I warn you to immediately withdraw from the empire, dispel your fallen magic, and go back to the north, so that I can consider forgiving your lives."

   "Hahahaha, have you seen it, second brother, third brother, he said he will forgive us!"

   "Laughing, is this the Emperor of the Empire? I love it~ I love it!"

   "It's the same for me."

   "This is the last chance." Emperor Karl-Franz coldly pointed the tip of the Dragon Tooth Sword at the three brothers Grote-Authorizer: "Otherwise, don't blame my Rune Tooth for being merciless!"

   "Come on, then!" Otto shouted. Behind them, at least three hundred Nurgle's Chosen Warriors and Chaos Warriors rushed into the Hall of the Holy Hammer.

  "Praise Nurg, for the love of the father!!!"

  "For the Empire! For Charlemagne!!!"

The triplets rushed to the battlefield. Otto threw a full punch on the emperor’s face, the emperor’s helmet split, and Karl Franz’s body traversed a long trajectory in the Hall of the Hammer until his back hit On the steps below the two golden locks.

  A large stream of blood flowed down the emperor’s forehead quickly, until his entire face and chest of his shirt were dyed red. Karl-Franz's body stiffened for a few seconds, and finally collapsed.

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