Warhammer Throne

At the gate of Middenheim City, Aichaen thought he could immediately take down the self-defeating elf in front of him at a very fast speed. He launched the most fierce attack from the beginning.

But Tyrion stopped all the attacks of Aicharn one by one. The martial arts of the incarnation of the light wind, the guardian of Osuan, and the high elven war lord became more sophisticated in a series of tribulations. Tyrion could feel it now. , His martial arts have reached the realm, as the incarnation of the wind of light gradually merged his own power into one, Tyrion has a feeling that he can control every detail of his body and feel the effect of every pore Expansion and closure, accurately distributing every bit of power to every corner of the body, his body is truly under his control perfectly, this power makes every attack of Ai Charn easily blocked by Tyrion Next, Aichaen looked at Tyrion, and looked at the white light shot from his Yangyan Sword, Eternal God's Choice knew that he had encountered an opponent.

Without confusion, without hesitation, Aizhan immediately raised his sword and fought Tyrion into a group. At the time of Eternal God's Choice, at least three hundred chaotic battle groups were still queuing to enter Middenheim.

Yangyan Sword and the Kingslayer clashed, and the dazzling white light made the surrounding chaos warriors have to avoid the duel between the two, and the end of destruction was a little wiped. Tyrion's steps were like butterflies flying, and the wind of light was incarnate. Come quickly, his speed is incredible, even Aizhan can't keep up with Tyrion's pace.

However, after dozens of rounds, Tyrion realized that he was losing the duel.

Several times, Tyrion has seized the imperceptible and fleeting flaw of Echarn and gave a resolute counterattack. His sword was burning with flames from the sun, bursting out white light belonging to the wind of light, but No matter what kind of attack, it can't hurt Aizhan at all. The body of the Eternal God seems to be a big dye vat. Any magical energy will be swallowed and assimilated as long as it touches his body. As for Tyrion's sword skills, it is indeed universal. Wushuang, but when the Yangyan Sword bounced off Moka's armor continuously, Tyrion's forehead was already frowning, sweaty inner armor.

He was unable to break through Aizhan's defenses, the Eternal God's Choice in front of him, his melee ability may not be as good as his own, but his defensive power is tens of thousands of times better than himself!

hateful! If the sword of Kane is still there...if I can still...Each of Tyrion’s onslaught has calmly resolved, and every attack of Echarn’s has made Tyrion dangerous, the wind of light. The avatar couldn’t help but miss the power he once had when he held the Kane Sword. If the Kane Sword is still in his hands, Tyrion is confident to break through Aizhan’s defenses. Compared with Gail Malaz this super artifact.

For the moment, I can only delay Ai'chan's footsteps as much as possible, and how long it can be!

Thinking of this, Tyrion no longer hesitated, he was full of energy, and once again fought with Aizhan.

On the other side, the city of Middenheim was in chaos at this time. There were still more than 30,000 defenders in Middenheim. Originally, the morale of these soldiers collapsed due to the destruction of the city gate and the death of Watten and Axel. , Just as the soldiers were defeated in panic, they were pleasantly surprised to see the Lord of White Wolf City, the Duke of Middenheim, the Grand Duke of Midden, and Boris Todd Blinger are back! The first level with one-eyed Kazzak!

"Children of Urik! Focus on me!" Boris is worthy of being the master of Midenheim for decades. He shouted in a hoarse voice, and the Midenheim defenders immediately subconsciously concentrated on Boris and defended the line. It was reorganized, and the banner symbolizing the white wolf **** Urik stood in the street again. Urik did not abandon Midenheim!

Like an old wolf who is old and exhausted, but still has the power of World War I, Boris's roar awakened the pride of the Midden leader, and the soldiers returned to their posts to prepare for street fighting.

Boris’s one-eyed search went back and forth in the White Wolf Knight’s queue. He knew that he had done something wrong. He knew that he had paid for his selfishness and recklessness. He was willing to take responsibility for it, but before all this, he still had Their mission was to be completed, so he and Tyrion entered Middenheim underground through an unknown secret tunnel, and returned from the sewer like lightning, just to complete the final deployment.

Soon, he found it: "Harland! You brat! Get out of me!"

The white wolf knight Harland looked dumbfounded. The young white wolf knight with blond hair, blue eyes and white skin is only in his twenties this year, but he has been repeatedly discussed whether he is eligible to enter the inner ring of the Knights. After the assassination, he was naturally selected into the inner ring and became a member of the Teutonic Guard.

"Harland, you **** ball, I ask you, do you like Annie?" Boris pulled Harland over, saliva sprayed on Harland's face.

Harland’s face flushed immediately. The Teutonic guard had a personal affair with Boris’ daughter. As an elector, Boris was actually silent in his eyes. It’s a sign that Harland himself is very indifferent. Excellent, he entered the Teutonic guards when he was less than 30 years old. Erze Harland had a little background. He was a relative of Ryan’s adoptive father Norman. Norman introduced Harland to Ryan before he died, because of cultural and In consideration of the environment, Ryan did not take Harland away, but the half-blood elf warhorse and a dwarven rune weapon next to Harland can explain the problem very well.

"Do you like Annie or not?" Boris pinched Harland's neck and shouted like a madman: "Is it a man? Are there any eggs? Don't you know how to reply?"

"Hi... I like it!" Harland is also a kind guy. He was embarrassed at first, but he was immediately **** when he was excited by Boris: "I like her! Your daughter, so is Annie!"

"Okay! Very energetic!" Boris slammed Harland's face with a fierce punch, so that Harland's nosebleeds flowed out: "This is a punishment given to you by a father!"

"Mattak!" Without waiting for Harland's response, Boris went on to roar, and the chief royal wizard of the Empire, Greg Matak, walked out of the crowd: "I'm here, Your Excellency Boris."

"Very good! Very good!" Boris immediately commanded: "Find my daughter, right here, right in front of Urik's Fort. I want to see Harland and Anne hold their wedding with my own eyes. Come here, Matak. The main marriage!"

When the elector gave this order, and when it was so urgent, the Midden leaders no longer hesitated. They temporarily brought Anne from Fort Urik, just before Fort Urik, the holy fire of the White Wolf God, on the battlefield. , An extremely simple battlefield wedding with the Chaos Army even less than 4 kilometers away from here was held. Harland temporarily put on a bow tie, and Annie only had time to put on a white gauze.

Everything came so miraculously, so suddenly.

"So, now, I announce that the bridegroom can kiss the bride!" Matak's greasy voice just fell, and Harland had only time to kiss Annie's lips, and Boris took the runetooth into the scabbard and stuffed it. Into his arms.

"Your Excellency the Elector?" Harland was taken aback.

"The Elector? Call me the Elector?" Boris finally smiled, and the old guy lifted his chin and gestured: "No, now, you are the Elector, Harland, my son-in-law, I say The identity of the Elector and Patriarch of Todd Bringer is announced. Starting today, you will be the Elector of the Empire, Duke of Middenheim, and Grand Duke of Midden! The new Patriarch of the Todd Bringer family!"

After speaking, Boris drew his stainless steel sword from Harland’s waist, laughed, and put on his cloak. He rushed towards her daughter Anne’s cry of tears from her father without looking back. Burning street.

So, this is enough, old man, this is enough.

During the run, Boris's face was filled with contented smiles.

My time is over, Harland is a good guy, he will be nice to Annie.

This is enough, Boris-Todd Blinger's life, no more regrets!

run ahead!

Facing the Chaos Hell Cannon!

How can you feel the greatness of Urik without going through hardships?

Aizhan can't make us kneel and beg for mercy!

Even if the blood is all over the wolf robe~~~

Continue to support, Todd Blinger's pride~

How can you see the sparkle of White Wolf City without persisting?

It's better to indulge in a fight than to surreptitiously live!

Charlemagne will return like lightning!

With this belief, Boris wore a wolf robe and rushed into the Chaos Army armed with a stainless steel sword and shield: "Come on! God damned Yankee, come and taste Urik's fangs!"

After this day, no one has seen Boris Todd Bringer again.

The remaining Middenheim defenders were united under the commanders of the two electors, Harland and Anne, and fought extremely tragic street battles with the Chaos Army. Buildings, and even every alley, began a **** fight. Relying on the blessings of the Uric torch, the Chaos Army was unable to completely control the rice after the number and quality of the troops were crushed and the city gates were crushed. Dennheim!

The war continues.

…………I am the dividing line of the dream chasing white wolf heart…………

Outside the city, the army of Nicohara is on the rise. Setra the Great is standing on his chariot of the gods, slaughtering the chaos warriors like mowing grass. When looking for a valuable target, an unexpected guest suddenly Stopped him from moving forward.

Katep, the oldest lich high priest, ran out of the dark and blocked Setra's path. Nicohara’s great king of kings was furious at this exile who dared to appear: "Katerp, you have the face to come back! I once told you to find and help me regain my body and become a real one. Before the God of Perfection, you must not appear in front of Nicohara and me, otherwise I will kill you, do you remember?"

"Yes, Weichen remembers." Katep's voice was very bitter.

"So, have you found the way?" Saitra said coldly, and the sword of Petra's blessing of Emperor Nicohara had been placed next to Katep's neck.

"No, but I have an important news, please listen carefully." Katep was not frightened. The Lich High Priest seized the opportunity to turn around and immediately told Setra the truth about Middenheim. , Eternal Chaos God Chosen Aichaen is attacking Middenheim, as long as he enters Middenheim underground and activates the instrument, then the world will be completely destroyed and everything will be turned into dust and smoke, including Setra’s hegemony and his renewal. The dream of conquering the world and becoming the **** of perfection will become empty talk.

After all this, Katep, the High Priest of the Tomb Lich, crouched down, waiting for his destined blow.

He knows too well who Setra is. If Setra won the final victory in the Battle of Middenheim, even when the emperor successfully opened the Black Pyramid to obtain part of the power of Nagash, he would come up and send one. With a lot of hypocritical flattery, perhaps Setra can forgive his sins when he is happy, but what he is talking about now is cold and does not conform to the truth that Said likes, then he will never have a chance to survive.

But he still has to say, because Katep's loyalty to Setra does not need words to describe!

After Cetra listened to Katep's description, Nicohara the Great's expression gradually changed from anger to coldness. He understood that Katep brought him the truth and offered his last loyalty, which made him always Kemuri Kala, who was decisive, hesitated.

Without letting Katep wait long, Petra's blessing blade was still cut off, and the head of the Lich High Priest flew out and rolled on the ground a few times.

Setra is Setra. As a king, he will never repent of what he said, pledged, and made decisions. Nothing can compare with the decent of Emperor Nicohara! Not even Katep's loyalty!

But Katep's message, Setra got it.

In the unison of the horns, the most famous warrior of the entire Khemri appeared under the order of the emperor: Setra's Warhawk Legion.

In the ancient times of the Nicohara Empire, in the glory of the First Dynasty, they went into battle again and again, marching proudly under those majestic gates.

They always return victorious. When the enemy saw their turquoise shield on the battlefield, they knew that the defeat was doomed.

The Setra Warhawks have one hundred legions and ten thousand warriors. Although this is less than one-tenth of the total strength of the Setra infantry, the number alone cannot explain their extraordinary attainments. While still alive, it is said that with every sharp blade the Warhawk Legion wields, it can withstand the enemy's four weapons. In the undead form, the warhawks increased this percentage, but the dead no longer boast of their great achievements.

When the soldiers stab the shields with sharp blades or spears and take perfect steps, the horn of war gradually reached a resounding peak.

Setra, the lord of Khemri, the king of kings, the true ruler of the earth, the sky and the four horizons, drove into the war, Nicohara's crown on his forehead, Petra's sacred blade In his powerful palm, the fire of war burned in his hollow eye sockets.

"Send the emperor's order, concentrate your strength, and break through the Chaos Army's defense line!"

"The Eternal God chooses Aichaen?" The great Nicohara the Great announced that the entire army will focus on breaking through the main force of the Chaos Army and marching towards Middenheim: "I will let him know that if you don't surrender, you will die!"

"For Setra, for Nicohara!"

The Tomb King gave up the war outside the city and concentrated all his troops to try to get close to Middenheim. Setra personally fought.

However, the retreat of the Tomb King had devastating consequences for the Order Coalition.

The original three-way battlefield of dwarves VS Skaven VS Tomb King, because the Tomb King’s retreat caused the delicate balance to be broken, 10,000 dwarves were forced to face hundreds of thousands of Skaven Rats .

Obviously, once this balance is broken, the dwarf can no longer hold on.

The last few knights of Eternal Light disappeared in the counterattack against the Skaven, and were engulfed by the flames of the Dimensional Stone.

The Moor knights finally succumbed to the Ratling volley of the storm rat troll after having eliminated twenty times as many rat people.

The hammer warriors at Haimen Pass changed from a legion to a team, and then the last few braves were still fighting stubbornly on the ground.

The number of eternal guards of the High King Thorgrin was reduced and then reduced until it was less than a thousand.

The doomsday anvil of the dwarven rune master Sorek Ironbrow has burnt hot and has been used to its limit. Once again, the anvil will be completely shattered.

There is also the butcher king Agrim-Iron Fist. He can't count how many behemoths of the Mord clan he has hacked to death. The Dago's Axe has a series of openings on the magical battle axe, and it is slashed. After the blade, on this day, most of the dwarf butchers sought the most glorious death as they wished.

After finally repelling another attack by the Mord clan, Agrim-Iron Fist threw the completely scrapped Dago’s axe aside, picked up a machete from the ground, and there were about a hundred dwarven butchers guarding. Beside their king, besides that, the wood elf hero Alalos was holding a starfire spear, panting, and helped the butcher king to guard one side.

They are surrounded.

"Hey, it's embarrassing. I didn't expect that my last battle would be with an elf boy. This is not glorious at all." Agrim-Iron Fist looked at the countless Ska from all directions. The Wen clan rat, the right paw of the Mord clan in the distance, the Slot-Unclean, and its strongest mutant rat troll, the most successful taboo creature weapon of the Mord clan-Gurch, Can't help smiling bitterly.

Aralos also had a foreboding that the last moment was coming. He raised his head indifferently. If he could die here today, so glorious, I would definitely become an epic to chant, and Lilith would definitely remember my sacrifice, since So what can I not be reconciled to?

Thinking of this, the wood elf hero simply said: "It's really not good for you to fight to death with pointed ears."

"Isn't it?" The Butcher King complained: "I thought about many glorious ways to die, but I didn't expect that there would be sharp ears in the scene. Valaya's beer is really awful."

"So... what if you die with a friend?" Aralos asked softly.

Agrim-Iron Fist was silent, and the butcher king's sight moved from the rat-man army that continued to surge to Alaloth's body. After a long time, he uttered a word: "Aye!"

"Listen to me, kid elves, you are different from other pointed ears. Today shouldn't be your death date." The Butcher King seemed to have made up his mind. He took a step forward: "Retreat, and leave it to me and Card. Lin's heirs, you and Thorgrin retreat together, you still need you for the next battle!"

"Dwarf, you?" Aralos already understood what Agrim wanted to do. He was about to dissuade him, but King Butcher shook his head suddenly: "I have been chasing glorious death all my life. Now, in such an exciting battlefield, Such a magnificent stage and such a heroic sacrifice are my lifelong wish, so don't stop me from realizing my ideals, okay?"

Aralos stopped talking, and the Wood Elf hero had tears in his eyes. He extended Esley's highest courtesy to the Butcher King, but couldn't help asking, with a cry in his voice: "But...what about the Wind of Flame? "

"I like what Esley said very much: Life, you will always find a way out by yourself." Agrim smiled: "The Wind of Flame is not my thing, it has never been."

"Son of Cardrin, raise the axe, let us leave this group of mice with an unforgettable ending!" Under the orders of the Butcher King, all the dwarf butchers gathered together and launched under the leadership of Agrim. The final charge.

The sound of the horn kept on, and Agrim completely liberated the power of the flame wind, his whole body was gradually enveloped in flames, and as he swept across, the rats and rats melted, and the dwarven butchers were invincible and withered.

Agrim-Tekken’s body began to burn, followed by his hair and beard. He directly slammed in front of the Slott-Unclean. The battle axe in his hand slapped Slott-Unclean's capture rod. And broken, the Butcher King stretched out his hand to pinch Slott's neck, and Agrim, whose whole body was gradually engulfed by flames, whispered: "Endless, power! Fire!"

A huge force came from the side, and Gurch charged forward and knocked the Butcher King and Slott into flight, pressing them against the wall of the old barracks.

The Butcher King was expressionless, he stretched out his other hand, and continued to liberate the flames to condense in his hands, and the hand knife slashed, Gulch's arm was directly cut off, but the pirate troll didn't feel any pain, it was left. One of his hands pressed the butcher king's body and pressed it against the collapsed wall, making him immobile.

"So, this is over!" Agrim squeezed Slott's neck tightly with one hand, and grabbed Gulch's arm with the other.

The flame is released.

A hundred-meter-high pillar of fire ignited on the entire battlefield of Middenheim. The orange-red flame was like a fountain, reaching the clouds. The bright tongue licked the sky. The surrounding tens of thousands of Skavens and all of the Mord clan The elite were swallowed by flames.

The King of Karak-Kadrin, the King of Butchers, and the Wind of Fire became Agrim-Iron Fist and fell on the outskirts of Middenheim.

He took away with him the right paw of the Mord clan, the unclean of Slaughter, the mutant rat troll Gurch, and all the elites of the Mord clan.

The sky was full of smoke and tears, and the tearful Aralos looked at the soul gradually dissipating in the fire, and silently said cherished, my friend.

Skaven stood still, seeming to be deterred by this terrible explosion. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Supreme King Thorglin led the remaining dwarves to turn, and also drove towards Middenheim.

The war is far from over.