Warhammer Throne

   "Ryan, I am not questioning your military plan, but I think I must emphasize that we won't have any chance of winning this way."

In the military meeting of the incarnation council, the promoted Karl Franz looked at Ryan’s military plan. He couldn’t help but said: “The quality and quantity of the Chaos Army is much higher than ours. If we fight this way, we will only be affected by the number of the Chaos Army. Drag down."

   "Yes, it is almost impossible to win in this fight." Malekiss also shook his head. No matter what deal the Eternal King reached with Ryan, he himself is a very good military strategist.

   "Boy Lane, we probably need a new plan." Thorgreen also disagrees: "We can't win this way."

  Incarnate into an embarrassing silence in the council.

  What is Ryan’s military plan?

   is a five-line attack, starting from the four directions of Middenheim, and simultaneously attacking the Chaos Army.

Most people think that this battle plan is really inexplicable. Even if you add Vlad’s army of the dead and the dwarf’s 20,000 army, the order coalition can only fight more than 200,000 people, and Aizhan is just destroying the world. There are millions of people in the army, not to mention that there is also a part of the Skaven Rats. Although the quality of the Skavens is not very good, there are hundreds of thousands of Rats. Among them are the Asin clan and Many elite troops of the Mord clan.

   "We don't need to defeat all the Chaos Army." Ryan motioned to the crowd to stop temporarily, and listened to him: "In this war, there are only two goals. Complete one of them, and we will be able to win the victory."

"First of all, according to Lilith's prediction, we all know that there is an instrument located deep in the Central Mountain Range, underground in Middenheim, which is a legacy of the ancient sage." Lane pointed his finger on Middenheim: "If We can gather the incarnations of the Eight Winds and activate the instrument to close the world’s north-south portals. If we lose the blessing of the Chaos Wind, the Chaos Army will collapse without fighting."

   "Or, there is a second option. It is well known that the anchor of the Chaos Army in the mortal world is to be the Eternal God Chosen Aichar himself. If we can defeat Aicharn's deity, then the Chaos Army will also completely collapse."

"Two goals, we only need to complete one of them, and we will be able to win this war." Ryan arranged the task: "But considering Aicharn's own strength and the strength of his direct Chaos Army, we still have to complete the first One goal first."

  "Very well, since this is the problem." On the side of the dwarf, the butcher king Agrim-Iron Fist raised his hand: "Why didn't you set off early to Middenheim to start the instrument? Do you have to wait until this limit?"

  Everyone's eyes were on Agrim Iron Fist, especially Lilith, Vlad, Malekis and others, who looked at King Butcher with the same look of stupidity.

  Agrim-Tekken suddenly realized that everyone seemed to be waiting for him, the incarnation of the wind of flame, he was late, there were only six winds left, how to start the instrument?

  The Butcher King couldn’t help but blushed, coughing twice, as if nothing had happened.

"There are two other reasons. If we come to Middenheim ahead of schedule, one is that there is huge logistical pressure, and it is difficult to supply the army for a long time near Midenheim, and the other is that once Aicharn learns this news, it will last forever. God’s choice is very likely to abandon the concentration of Midenheim and divide its troops to attack the unoccupied cities and villages in the southern part of the empire. Once the enemy’s millions of troops are dispersed, it will be really tricky." Ryan beat the dwarves. In the round field, he went on to say: "As for the last incarnation of the wind of the beast, Targris."

The High Elf Wisdom Lord and the Supreme Magus of the Council of the White Tower of Hess stood up: "I will use the power of Lilith to incarnate the Wind of the Eighth Wind and the Beast of the Eighth Wind, together with the Archmage of the White Tower of Hess. Summoned with his army, we cannot provide you with magical help until the ceremony is successful. Also, please note that the incarnation of the beast wind is not necessarily willing to be our friend. If he is an enemy, please defeat him first. ."

   "Everyone, is there anything else you don't understand?" Ryan asked next.

Everyone had no objection now, only Vlad raised his hand, and the Death Lord questioned: "So, how should the battle sequence be arranged? In my opinion, although all of you here are friends who guard the world, In actual wars, it may be difficult for us to overcome each other's influence. For example, the Sun King, your presence will languish my servants, so we should separate well."

"Yes, we must be separated." Ryan agreed with Vlad's opinion, and he smiled: "Don't worry, I know that if the Empire, Brittany, and the dwarves still have a lot of foundation for fighting together, then life It may be difficult for the dead and the dead to ensure a pace and the proficiency of coordinated combat between the elves and the dwarves, I guess it is not very high, right?"

  Eternal King Malekis and High King Thorglin subconsciously turned their eyes to each other when they heard this sentence, and after looking at each other for a second, they turned their heads away and snorted each other.

  Don’t fight with pointed ears (shorty)!

  Finally, five major battle sequences were formed under Ryan’s orders:

  The Imperial Front is commanded by Carl the Ascended Wind of Heaven and Galt the Wind of Metal, covering most of the Imperial Army, a small number of Bretonian Pegasus Knights, and most of the Kislov Army.

The Sylvanian Front is commanded by Vlad, the incarnation of the wind of death, covering all the undead army, including Arkhan’s Tomb King Corps and Luther Harken’s undead pirate army, Nephrata is also Forced to participate in the war, she and her Lamian Sisterhood will provide magical help and morale boost.

The Elf Front Army is led by Malekiss, the incarnation of the Wind of Shadows, covering all the elven armies. In addition to the army of high-precision, dark-spirit, and wood-spirit, Ellareli also summoned a group of ancient tree people, the Excalibur Tree King, Dursu, one of the three ancient treants, was willing to participate in the war. This ancient treant finally awakened from madness after touching Elarielli. Dursu knew that the world was going to be destroyed, so it decided to join the war. .

  The Dwarf Front is commanded by the High King Thorgrin and the Incarnation of the Flame of Wind, butcher King Agrim. The wood elf cavalry of Alalos and several empire knights have been assigned to the dwarves to provide mobile power assistance.

The Breton Front Army is commanded by the Sun King Ryan. In addition to the main Bretania forces, the Bafeng Mountain dwarves, headed by Bellega, are mixed with the Breton Army. Both sides are old friends. It is natural to cooperate in combat. There is no pressure, and at the same time Nuer’s artillery is also willing to help the Bretons. Bellega doesn’t catch a cold with Thorgrin, and he prefers to fight with his Ryan brothers.

That night, the Order Coalition Army camp in the Dracowald Forest took time to rest and cook. Every soldier ate a full meal and covered his body with dry food. The wizards released magic to hide the smoke, and the dwarves checked. Gears of War, Ryan and others are still making final calculations after assigning tasks.

   "After the break, we will launch an offensive at four o'clock in the morning." Ryan issued the battle time, and everyone nodded. At this time, no one was interested in dialogue anymore, and they dispersed and waited for the final battle.

  Ryan stood alone in the big camp, the surrounding black forest had been cut down, his iron boots stepped on the thick fallen leaves, and the original gray knight remained silent.

"What are you thinking, dear?" The figure of the fairy in the lake approached, and Lilith hugged Ryan from behind. The goddess's warm and watery breath spread, like a soft breeze, blowing open the curtain of Ryan's heart: " The time has come, what are you still thinking about?"

"I heard the call of the Primordial Chaos." Ryan smiled bitterly. He stretched out his hand to hold the jade hand that the fairy in the lake put on his waist, feeling the tenderness like suet jade, the gray knight's original body can feel the deepest subspace more and more Echoes from everywhere.

   "Are the four chaos gods? Are they tempting you?" The fairy in the lake was puzzled.

"No, it's not the Four Chaos Gods, you know, ma'am, the subspace is not equal to the Chaos Realm, and the Chaos Realm is not equal to the Chaos Four Gods." Ryan sighed, "Something has been calling me, I don't know that it is. What, but He is obviously the supreme being of higher dimensions. He told me that He has a lot of knowledge to share with me, and He has a lot of things to let me know."

"Knowledge does not always bring benefits, dear." The fairy in the lake hesitated for a few seconds, and the Moon God God whispered in Ryan's ear: "I inherited Asu Yan's knowledge, and he was there. When exploring the deepest part of the subspace, I have seen a higher-dimensional, indescribable supreme existence, but that is not something we should touch at the moment."

   "Maybe, maybe not." Ryan raised his hand.

The silver flame burned blazingly, that symbolized pure subspace psychic energy. This bright psychic light accompanied Ryan for a long time. The blue eyes of the fairy in the lake stared at the psychic fire and felt it. On the warmth.

But five minutes later, the silver flame began to change, and the bright color of the surface layer began to fade. Inside, the deep, dull things gradually broke away from the shackles and swallowed everything. It was not darkness, but twisted. All the twists swallowed up, even the light can't leave.

  Only a circle of golden flames around this thing, you can see its shape.

   "This is?" The fairy in the lake looked intently at the new power in Ryan's hand, and the Moon God, God, felt a certain indescribable fear.

   "This is nothing." The strange power faded, and Ryan smiled: "It's time to rest."

  At three o'clock in the morning that night.

Before the order of the army, more than two hundred thousand troops were lined up. Grand Marshal Ryan, riding the Great Griffon Impris, passed slowly in front of the formation: "Humans, elves, dwarves, and the dead! Our time Not much, please listen to me!"

  Everything has become so quiet, there is nothing in the black forest, only the stars above the night sky, dark clouds with the appearance of the four chaotic gods appearing from time to time, and the aurora that constantly emerges witnesses everything.

  Old Guards, Rick Guards, Gryphon Riders, Phoenix Guards, Nagarond Black Guards, Holy Grail Knights, Avalon Guards, Nagashza Guards...one by one, the troops symbolizing legends waited.

The promoted Carl, Gelt, Malekis, Elareli, Thorgrin, Riemann Russ, Diego, Vlad... the heroes who have left rich and colorful names in the history of the world have different expressions. different.

  In the distance is the Chaos Army Camp, tens of thousands of tents, camps coiled like the intestines of animals, countless beasts, and black smoke that almost covers the sky.

The soldiers of the Order Coalition did not lack courage, but the scene before them made them nervous. Everyone’s expressions were very serious. Only the dwarf butchers under the command of Agrim-Ironfist laughed. These butchers They have lost too many family and friends in a series of wars. All they want is to die, and the thought of seeking a heroic death on such a glorious battlefield is what makes them feel dissatisfied. of?

  The spears, halberds, long swords, battle axes, and warhammers gleamed under the reflection of the stars. Ryan proudly saw that no one's face was shaken, everyone was just a little nervous.

  With such a warrior, the world will not perish.

  How can such a beautiful planet and such a beautiful world perish?

  He decided to say something.

  "Brothers, compatriots, and those mortals who are fighting for the world, I am very happy. We are standing here today. I am very happy to see everyone gather and fight for the world!"

   "I see the tension in your eyes, I see your fear, just like me, fear!"

   "Many of us know that chaos is eternal! Mortals are fragile, but chaos is powerful!"

   "Yes, we all know it!" Ryan's loud voice echoed in the forest, and the original body laughed: "This is an eternal war, and we have almost no chance of winning!"

"Victories are always short-lived. Every time we win, we only pull the world back a little bit from the brink of destruction. Every time we win, we only get a little bit of insignificance for our lives in the dark and cold years. The continuation of!"

   "We know very well that one day, mortals will lose their courage! Our congregation betrayed their relatives and fell apart!"

   "But, definitely not today!" Ryan roared.

   "One day, chaos will swallow everything, and the whole world will turn into scorched earth under the invasion of darkness!"

   "But, definitely not today!"

  "Today, let us take up arms and fight for our world and our homeland!"

  "I, Ryan Macadoo will join you in fighting for all the good in the world!"

  "Take out the weapon and tell Chaos, it's definitely not today, no!!!"

  The army of order is boiling.

In the middle of the night, outside Middenheim, in the Chaos Army camp, under the colorful aurora, in the Kurgan camp, the Yankees were sleeping soundly with a sound of cannons, choosing Wieliqi-curse for the strange **** The army of the world sent Carl the Upgraded and his empire army.

  Lightning pierced the sky, meteors fell to the ground, a loud horn sounded from the end of the horizon, and the entire Middenheim area was caught in a frantic fight.

  The battle of Middenheim-the battle of the world, officially kicked off.