Warhammer Throne

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Imperial calendar 2526, autumn, Midden collar, Dracowald Black Forest.

"Kill!" In the dense black forest, a familiar, rough and loud voice carrier's terrible low groan turned over the leaves blown by the wind, and a large group of flying insects flew up from the rotting branches.

A legion from Middenheim is advancing in the Black Forest. The rune teeth in the hands of the leader are shining. As it crosses Professor Lie’s screaming neck, the head-sized skull is filthy, deformed and skinny from the Beastman. The sound was removed from the body, and a crimson light gleamed above the blade.

Dracowald's gang of Beastmen scrambled to avoid a similar fate, but under the rise and fall of Runefang, only **** slaughter was ushered in. Blood clots splashed on the trunks of the surrounding trees, the sword bearer and his horse roared harshly, and a horse hoof inlaid with iron palms quickly kicked towards the back of the fleeing beastman, breaking the spine of the wailing creature. bone.

"Kazzak! Get out!"

Boris Todd Blinger, Elector, Duke of Middenheim, Grand Duke of Midden, his voice spread far, far away.

Behind Boris, followed by a team of white wolf knights, a team of imperial hunters, a team of cheetah riders, and about two companies of Middenheim city defense forces, they trudged hard in the Black Forest.

"Kazzak! Get out of me, I know you are nearby!" Boris then roared: "Did you hear the screams of your people? Did you smell their blood?"

"Come and fight with me, Kazzak!" The elector's roar was endless, but there was not much response in the black forest. Only the sound of things shuttled through the woodland from time to time, and the occasional cold arrow that flew to illustrate the beast. No one was killed.

"Ha~hu~ha!" Boris Todd Blinger breathed the muddy air, and the Elector smiled ferociously. He is nearly a hundred years old this year, even if he is a strong man in the sanctuary, at this age. It's definitely not young. What's more, when Boris was injured many times and lost an eye when he was young, his vitality was greatly damaged, and he suffered a series of accidents in his later years. The first wife died of a sudden illness and the second wife was killed Found that they were Chaos Cultists and were killed by the Dove. Two sons died in a murder. This series of incidents dealt a devastating blow to Boris. The old guy was once devastated. If it weren't for him to realize that his people still need his protection Without a suitable successor, Boris had long since retired and gave up everything.

Thinking of the previous quarrel in the palace of the elector in Middenheim, Boris couldn't help smiling inwardly.

At a meeting not long ago, the siege army of Midenheim was finally repelled by Charlemagne’s chosen champion Watten and his army. The siege of Midenheim was temporarily unlocked, but then news came. An army of 100,000 Skavens and a chaos army of millions are approaching.

At this critical moment, Boris announced: Appointment of Watten as the lord of Middenheim and Marshal Middenheim, responsible for commanding all the remaining troops in Middenheim, while the Borliss intend to lead a team loyal to Middenheim. His own white wolf knight squad, family private army, and a team of cheetah knights who are responsible for guarding themselves, went to the Dracowald forest in person to fight to the death with his old enemy Kazzak-One-Eyed.

After Boris announced his decision, the heads of all military and political leaders in Middenheim were full of question marks.

At this time, as the orthodox ruler of Middenheim, the spiritual leader of the soldiers and civilians, and the symbol of the will of the white wolf **** Urik (Great Urik is dead), you do not stay to stabilize the military, but intend to bring With a small group of people go to the dangerous Dracowald forest to find what orcs to fight?

Everyone asked Boris, is there something wrong with your brain?

Boris didn't care, he said he was going.

Axel, the commander of the White Wolf Knights, was fierce, and he asked whether Boris had lost his mind.

Charlemagne's pick champion Watten said that Midenheim can't live without Boris, and that Watten is willing to complete this task for him.

Boris always refused. He insisted on going, ignoring everyone's obstacles. The elector pulled out the rune teeth and warned them that this was his birthright.

The Great Wizard of Sanctuary Beasts, Matak even directly told Boris that Eternal Chaos Chosen Aychan is approaching, and they will soon arrive under Middenheim. At this time, Boris should not leave anyway, and Eternal God Once the election is close, one-eyed Kazak, who is the supreme beast king of the Dracowald Beastman, cannot fail to report to the Eternal God's Choice. Sooner or later, the chance of revenge will come.

Boris didn't know how to refute for a while, so he simply roared: Have you seen the Eternal God's Choice? Why do you say that the Eternal God's Choice has come? Skaven? Skaven are things that only exist in children's books. They are all fake. They are just a part of the Beastman! Why does the final moment come? Why did the empire become like this?

Because of Kazzak's one-eyed!

All responsibility lies with Kazzak!

One-eyed Kazak must be killed!

There is only one goal, which is to kill Kazzak One-Eyed!

Without Kazzak, there would be no end!

Boris’s theism shocked everyone present, and everyone didn’t know what to say. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Boris directly appointed Watten as the lord of Middenheim and led the group of people loyal to him to leave. Middenheim.

Everyone thought he was crazy, only Boris knew that he was crazy, but not completely crazy.

Of course he knew that the Skaven Skaven was a real existence, of course he knew that Aicharn was approaching, and of course he knew what kind of test Middenheim would face next.

He just wanted to be willful once, and for the last time, all he wanted to achieve was to chase the shadow of the opponent who had tortured his life for a long time. He would kill Kazzak. The whole world had shrunk into a singularity, Middenheim. , Dracowald Forest, Kazzak, and Boris.

As long as Kazzak is killed, everything will be fine! Boris constantly tried to convince himself that by taking a brave action to contain the wave of fallen beasts that tried to cover everything, killing the heads of the beasts and destroying the battle group, with the collapse of the Beastman tribe, the victory of the Northern War would be easy. Losing their cannon fodder, the army of the Three-Eyed King will realize that they have lost their quantitative advantage. This is enough to turn things around, this is enough, he Boris Todd Blinger has fulfilled his obligations and responsibilities.

For this reason, when the smelly wind, symbolizing the warning of the white wolf **** Urik, blew through Boris’ ears and brought Urik’s warning, Boris resolutely ignored it, even though Boris knew it deep inside. , He was headstrong, he was doing stupid things, he left his city, his people, he gave them to the hands of strangers, he knew he had made huge mistakes, he knew... He knows everything.

Are you satisfied now? old man?

You know that this is wrong, but you still want to be willful, just for your private enmity?

You are such an unqualified ruler!

Boris! You bastard! Rubbish!

The deep sense of guilt almost made Boris crazy. He could only charge wildly, kill, and ride his horse to rush into the herd. He watched the beasts of the imperial soldiers in white and blue uniforms coming from all directions. The group fought **** battles and was gradually swallowed by sorrow.

It's still your fault, Boris! You killed them! Just because of your waywardness!

The strong sense of guilt made Boris almost schizophrenic. He had to continue fighting and plunged himself into blood anger. He kept shouting the name of One-eyed Kazzak alone. He didn't know how many orcs he killed until Enemies were on all sides. He killed the Lesser Horn Beast, the Chaos War Dog, the Horn Beast, the Big Horn Beast, the Chaos Egg, and the Harpy. The razor beast chariot cut open the legs of his horse, and Boris gave his beloved mount a sword to rest in peace with his backhand.

He persisted alone for nearly a whole day, and he didn't know how long it had passed until the last Midden leader fell to the ground and was swallowed up by a group of razor beasts.

Very good, old man, you killed them!

It's ok! Boris heard the horn in the depths of the forest. It was the one-eyed Kazzak's horn. The Elector of White Wolf couldn't help smiling. It's okay, I'll be with you soon!

wait for me!

The surrounding Minotaur reluctantly stepped aside after hearing the horn sound. In a Razorbast chariot, Dracowald Beastman Supreme Beast King, One-Eyed Kazzak finally appeared, its one-eyed staring at Bao. Reese, come to claim the prey it deserves. This vicious beast of the dark forest is huge and heavy. The tattered armor can't hide the strong muscles and old scars. The yellow skull hangs on his On the belt, the huge claws gripped a barbed steel whip, and the other was holding a butcher knife engraved with destruction runes.

There is no doubt that Kazzak's condition is much better than Boris. The elector is exhausted, but Kazzak is in perfect condition.

"You can finally give it up, bastard, bastard." Boris knew that he was going to be unable to hold on anymore. Kazzak didn't need to come out. He just had to let the Minotaur war gang continue the siege, and he would die here sooner or later.

But just as Kazzak knew him, he also knew Kazzak.

This is a fateful duel between two people.

"Very good, old animal, it turns out that you will be old too." Boris was about to say a few ruthless words, but found that Kazzak's hair was mixed with a lot of silver threads.

Beastmen will also get old, especially Kazak, who has not been blessed enough by the Chaos God, even if it is the sanctuary beast king, it will also be old, and the beastmen are short-lived species, and their life span is really true. It's much shorter, and basically can't survive old age.

"How long has the duel between us?" Boris was smiling. It was a smile at the sight of Hunter's heart. It was a smile at which the dream finally penetrated into reality: "Thirty years? Wow, it's been so long before you know it. Yanzhi Moment is scary, right? But what does it matter to me?"

"Roar... true god... oracle... White Wolf City... burning!" Kazzak roared.

"Then let them fight, Charlemagne's pick will solve everything, and so will Aicharn." Boris raised his mouth, his big red beard and beard covered with blood clots of beasts: "Let them go Fight, they beat theirs, we beat ours? Allright?"

"..." There was a slight movement on Kazzak's face, which made Boris somewhat understand that the real army of Beastmen had gone to the Central Mountain Range to loyalty to Aizhan, while the rest of Kazzak stayed. Here it is.

"Why did you stay? Is it because you don't want to bow to the Three-Eyed King? Or are you looking forward to this duel? Or... You are too old, and the Three-Eyed King doesn't like you at all?" Bao Reese is aggressive.

When Boris said, "I don't like you at all," Kazzak was unusually angry and let out an annoyed scream.

"Hahahaha! I guess I was right!" Boris couldn't laugh a few times, and the beast rushed towards him. His nose was already full of Kazzak's stench, and the blades suddenly collided with a loud noise. Sound through the forest. Two long-dead rivals are already wrapped in a bloodthirsty sword storm at this moment. They have fought each other countless times in the past, and this time is no exception.

In terms of hard power, Boris is slightly better than one-eyed Kazzak, but the old elector has been fighting for too long and is very exhausted. Kazzak has the natural bonus of the beastman's wrist strength, and the two sides will win.

Boris-Todd Blinger can also feel that Kazzak's energy is not as good as in the past, he is tired faster than before, and his sword is not so sharp.

Two old guys! Boris laughed at himself, unconsciously, we are all old!

What if you are not a Beastman? What if we were comrades in arms? We can retire together, take a bath in a military nursing home, eat meat, and remember the past. We can brag in a tavern together, tell our stories, and show our glory.

How sad, I lost my wife and two sons, and you also lost your son. I was killed by my own hand. I took one of your eyes, and you took one of my eyes. I was in the forest. Tens of thousands of good boys have been lost in it, how about you? Just a few times of my encirclement and suppression, tens of thousands of cubs were killed, as well as those inferior horns and horned beasts. How many of them are your people? Your comrade-in-arms?

I hate you, and you hate me. The only thing that interrupts the chain of hatred is the complete end of one party.

Boris was waiting. The battle between the two sides continued. After all, the physical strength of the old elector was gradually exhausted. However, Kazak couldn't take him down. The Supreme Beast King slapped him and threw his whip. The barbed iron whip took Boris's right foot straight.

coming! Boris cheered from the bottom of his heart. Good!

It's an old trick, for so many years, you still like to use this trick when you decide the outcome.

But now I am no longer the original me! Since Boris was defeated by this trick last time, he has already hired a professional martial arts master to ask how to break the whip with sword and shield.

Sliding sideways to avoid the long whip, Boris stepped forward and stepped the whip on the ground, and then the blade slammed forward. Kazzak quickly let go and retreated, avoiding the blade of Runefang dangerously and dangerously while taking advantage of Boris. Leaning forward, Kazzak immediately picked up the machete and smashed it down. Boris’ shield was shattered, and the Runefang was bounced. With the third blow, Kazzak finally cut off Boris’s armor as he wished. A hole was cracked on the surface of the plate armor.

The surrounding beasts screamed wildly, and seemed to have planned to celebrate the victory of the Beastmaster.

Kazzak felt the severe pain from below. The Rune Fang had penetrated its thigh, and the Beastmaster’s thigh broke. Kazzak fell to the ground, and Boris immediately rushed over like a hungry wolf. He turned the Rune Fang, held the hilt in both hands, pointed at the point of the sword, and shouted: "For my dead wife and son, and for all the compatriots who died because of you! To die!"

"Bao--Ry--S!" Kazzak seemed to realize what was about to happen, and he let out a roar hoarse, but did nothing else.

"Ka-Zha-Ke!"

"Bao--Li--S!"

"Ka-Zha-Ke!"

It’s not clear whether it was attachment, loss, pleasure, joy, or relief. After shouting at each other’s name twice, Runetooth pierced the creature’s eyes, and then fell into its skull. , Kazzak's hooves churned on the ground for a while, and then he couldn't move.

Boris Todd Blinger pressed his whole body weight on the hilt of Runefang until he felt that the blade had sunk into the mud under Kazrak's skull.

"So, this is the end? I still expect you to give me more surprises." Boris drew out the rune teeth.

There was silence around, at least two thousand wild orcs had witnessed the duel, and now they were about to pounce on it.

But Boris only felt very relaxed. He looked up to the sky and screamed. For the first time in a long, long time, he felt no burden on his chest and he won.

He was going to die, he was going to be torn to pieces by the orcs.

But he won.

The Todd Blinger family will break the inheritance, Runefang will be left in the Black Forest, Middenheim will lose their leader, and he disappointed Urik.

But he won!

Boris spread his arms, and he laughed, laughing like a kid who sneaked into cheese.

Won, won, he won!

It's numb to win.

"I'm a twilight wolf!" Boris raised his rune teeth, as if he was fifty years younger. He raised his iron boots, stepped on Kazzak's head and barely straightened his waist, alone. Facing thousands of bloodthirsty and fanatical beasts, letting the bright red blood flow from the gap in the helmet, Boris Todd Blinger, the Duke of Middenheim, the Elector, the Lord Midden, Della The ruler of the Kwald Forest smiled freely and freely: "Why, do you want this world? I want to get the head of Boris Toddbringer, and give it to your dark master??!!!"

"Come on! Urik's fangs are here!"

"Come and get it if you have it!!!"

Boris's hoarse voice swept across the dark forest, and thousands of Beastmen dared to step forward for a while.

On the contrary, white light flashed in the forest. An unrivaled high elf warrior came from a distance like lightning. The flame was more like a beam of light cutting through the night. The sun sword in his hand slashed all the beasts and two flames. Breathing past, white light illuminates the Black Forest, and the beasts fled in fear.

The incarnation of the wind of light, Tyrion, who was alone, stepped out from the woodland. He applauded vigorously: "Very beautiful speech, man, you are a warrior."

"Who are you?" Boris asked.

"I am Tyrion, a descendant of Elario." Tyrion smiled freely, he looked relaxed: "But it doesn't matter who I am, we are all the same kind of people, I'm sure."

"Boris, are you interested in performing a show with me, will Twilight Wolf look for his hometown?"