Warhammer Throne

On the battlefield, on the Rainbow Bridge, on the metal bridge, on the city of Middenheim, everyone saw this scene, and the butcher king Agrim-Ironfist died.

Ryan was silent, and he immediately urged the army to move forward as soon as possible: "Quick, quicker, we are not far from losing this war."

"My lord, please let me go!" Diego could feel the anxiousness of Primarch.

"What's the hurry!" Ryan scolded, "Do you think this is still in the subspace?"

"There will be a time when it's your turn to go into battle, Great Tutor of the Grey Knights!" Li Manruth stepped on the Rainbow Bridge, which felt very strange: "Including me, we will all have a time to take action, but not now."

At almost the same time, the avatars who noticed this situation were all nervous. The eight magic winds must be complete before they can work together to activate the ancient sacred instrument and try to close the north and south poles portals to isolate the wind of chaos. Now the eight magic winds are already there. After losing a wind, what should I do next?

Outside the city, the Council of Magisters of the Elf Empire, the God of the Moon, Lilith, turned to the leader of the great Mages of the White Tower of Hess who was still casting spells in the group, and the Supreme Master Taigris shouted: "Sorry, dear Targris, the flame wind incarnate died in battle!"

"I know." Targris is still casting spells in the group, and the Supreme Mage is leading the incarnation of the wind of the beast and its army to Middenheim. This is destined to be an extremely difficult job, because the wind of the beast is now incarnate. On the other side of the roof of the world, the mana required for this long-distance teleportation to the military level is very amazing, that is, the wizards of the Elf Magister Council have the ability to do so, because the incarnation of the wind of the beast does not cooperate, Taige Reese only felt that his headache was distraught, his magic power had been consumed a lot, and he could only separate his energy to perceive everything at this time.

Fortunately, the ending was not terrible. After being liberated, the Flame Wind turned around and flew towards the Phoenix Guard Captain Kadroin. Kadroin was not very able to control this force at the beginning of the first year. He made a mistake. Was thrown directly to the corner of Middenheim, and a team of Phoenix guards, a few phoenixes, three Asoyan legions and hundreds of people fell in the residential area, and they happened to encounter a few Chaos legions, elven soldiers. We didn't think too much and immediately joined the battle.

The fairy in the lake looked at the battlefield in the distance, and the **** of the elves suddenly said: "Dear Targris, I have a feeling that we seem to be losing this battle, losing this war."

"... From now on, your feeling is right." Targris stagnated for a few seconds, and the Supreme Master nodded bitterly in agreement: "Ryan's plan was successful at the beginning, and we broke through the periphery. 300,000 Chaos Army, but at least 700,000 Chaos Army still maintains combat effectiveness, Order Army has more than half of its casualties, Setra? Is an enemy and not a friend, but for him, Chaos is currently a more dangerous enemy. There are also many Skavens, Lilith, you are right, we are losing this war."

"There is still hope, if you can as soon as possible, Ryan and the others can as soon as possible..." The fairy in the lake looked at Middenheim, the city of White Wolf, and the fire of Urik was still burning, which showed that the city was still resisting.

"I'm going, I'm going to Ryan." The fairy in the lake was obviously very hesitant. The goddess thought for a while, and she decided to go to the battlefield herself.

"Are you crazy? Lilith! You are the ontology, you are now the last remaining **** of the elves from the last epoch, the **** of the gods, is the star that leads our family to move forward, the last light of the elves!" Tiger Reese thought Lilith was crazy: "Lilith, wait a minute!"

"I can't watch Ryan take a huge risk to enter Middenheim and fight Aicharn, and I just stand here and watch!" Lilith said firmly.

"Wait a minute!" Targris drank: "The ceremony is almost complete!"

"Okay! When your ceremony is complete, we and Olica will rush to Ryan immediately." Lilith continued to look at Middenheim: "I am not worried about humans. Ryan has completed the unity of humans. Don’t worry about the dwarves either. As you can see, the dwarves fought this battle with the determination to die."

"Then what are you worried about?" Targris asked.

"What I worry about most is our elves ourselves!" Shangshen, the elven moon god, shook her head, her face full of sadness.

It is hoped that the ruin that once caused the demise of the Spirit Empire and the demise of the Elf Empire will not repeat itself.

There is still fierce fighting outside the city. The fiercest part of the battle has become a confrontation between the army of tomb kings and the main force of Chaos. Setra ordered a road to Middenheim to be opened at all costs.

The Skaven suddenly discovered that they were no longer under the pressure of war.

The dwarf was heading towards Middenheim under Thorgrin's leadership.

The Tomb King gave up the entanglement with the Skaven and turned to the Chaos Army.

Other order armies are still fighting against the main forces of Chaos.

As Skaven’s chief gray-claw prophet, Chuanqueluo is really a little bit awkward. You guys, you don’t exist as rats and rats, right?

Although, even though Sloter-Unclean just died, Death Master Snich also followed Aizhan to attack Middenheim, but the Skaven Ratman still has two to three hundred thousand in number, Most of them are cannon fodder, but a small part is also elite! For example, there are more than a dozen elite legions under the Thirteen-member Council, where Chuanqueiro sings a one-man show, including the Thirteen-member Council guard-the most powerful storm rat legion in the Skaven. Still under Chuanqueluo's command, waiting for the battle.

But, who can I help? Chuan Kuiluo thought about it, how did he feel that everyone is a pale soul?

Rats are not worth it, Chuanqueluo thought.

"Great Prophet Greyclaw, Your Great Prophet, where should the Rats and Rats be killed? Who should diedie?" Skaven warlord came up and asked.

"Baga!" Chuanqueluo immediately spit out a sputum and spit it directly on the face of the Skaven warlord. It said bitterly: "We are mountains! The mountains don't move!"

"Huh?" The Skaven warlord was puzzled. "Mountain?"

"Fast as the wind, like the forest, invade and prey like a fire and not move like a mountain!" Chuan Kuiluo cursed directly: "We are the mountain, and the mountain cannot be moved!"

After finishing speaking, Chuanqueluo also took out a handful of famous military personnel from Nipeng from the treasures of the Thirteen-member Council. It shook slightly. The surface of the military personnel was written with the words "Heaven and Sun under the World" in the words of "Heavenly Sun and the Sun", Gray Claw. The big prophet fanned his fan calmly and calmly: "Send the order, stand still! Distribute food and let the Storm Rats have a full meal!"

"Yes..." Even though he was inexplicable at the Great Prophet's orders, the Skaven obeyed the orders, and two or three hundred thousand Ratmen stood still.

"Come here, take my lunch."

Tranqueiro never knows what opportunity he missed. At this moment in the Battle of Middenheim, the Skaven Rat had a great opportunity to dominate the battlefield.

At this time, if the Skaven attacked the retreating dwarf, the dwarf would only be defeated.

At this time, if the Skaven scavenging the main force of Chaos outside the city, and the struggling Order Army launches an attack, the Order Army will be destroyed, and there will even be a chance to interfere with Targris's ceremony.

At this time, if the Skavens attack the Tomb King's army, Setra and his warhawk army will also encounter terrible trouble.

But what is the Skaven doing at this time?

Skaven is eating.

…………I am the dividing line of world famous paintings…………

In Middenheim, when the main force of order headed by Lane was still desperately rushing to Middenheim, the duel at the gate of the city had already decided the outcome.

After all, Tyrion was not Aicharn’s opponent. After more than an hour’s delay, the incarnation of the light wind began to perceive the danger. Not only would Aycharn not be tired, but the stronger the Vietnam War, Tyrion could not find a breakthrough. Aichan's way of defense.

He decided to withdraw.

Thanks to Tyrion’s excellent martial arts, the incarnation of the light wind smoothly retreated from Echarn’s Kingslayer. Echarn didn’t really care that he had to win or lose with Tyrion. The Eternal God’s Choice ordered to continue. Marching towards Fort Urik, a steady stream of Chaos Army flooded into Middenheim.

At this moment, the first three armies of incarnation rushed to Middenheim. They were the army of life rushed by Elarielli using the power of the roots of the oak tree of the era. Malekis used the wind of shadow to engulf him. The army of shadows, and the newly-incarnation of flame, the army of flames of Captain Kadroin of the Phoenix Guard, these three armies arrived first.

Among them, the situation that Malekis encountered was the most difficult, the incarnation of the wind of shadow, the Eternal King could hardly control his shadow power, which caused the elven army he wrapped around the city to be scattered, and only a small part of it was still following. The most troublesome thing about the Eternal King is that Malekis’s army happened to have just rushed into Middenheim to kill and kill, the chief demon Kabanha and its "blood hunting" army under the seat of fear. before.

At this time, there was only one team of Nagaronde black guards, one team of Kane assassins and one team of Phoenix guards, and dozens of scattered black ark pirates and wood elves. It's just a guard.

Malekis immediately fell into a desperate situation, he was surrounded by Kabanha!

The shadow wind turned into a **** battle. He himself rode the black dragon Seraphim to fight back and forth. Surrounded by the terrifying demons, the elf eternal king raided back and forth. He exhausted all his strength and exerted all the power of the shadow wind. But there was still no way to highlight the siege of the Horror Corps. Kabanha's axe and fire, the Horror Chief Demon madly attacked Malekis’s flank, the axe was embedded in Seraphim’s body, the black dragon blood splashed out, the King of Eternity Trying his best, he is just barely entangled with Kabanha, and his army is disintegrating.

As a last resort, Malekis immediately sent a signal for help to the surroundings.

However, no one came to rescue him.

The Eternal King can be sure that at least three forces of order in the vicinity have seen his signal for help, the wind of life Elarili, the wind of light Tyrion, and the local defenders of Midden. Malekis can be 100% sure. They all saw their signal for help!

Just no one came to rescue him, not even pretending to be!

why? Malekith thought of this question, and the Eternal King understood.

The leader of Midden may be overwhelmed by himself, and perhaps he does not trust him as the dark wizard witch king at all. In the eyes of the leader of Midden, Malekiss is always the cruel, ruthless, vicious and vicious witch king among the high-precision and short-lived people. Always.

As for Tyrion and Ella Ruili? This pair of dog men and women are never willing to accept themselves, they will choose to respect themselves as the eternal king and marry themselves, but only because of Asu Yan's choice and Lilith's canonization! Malekis gritted his teeth, bleeding!

Now that Asu Yan has fallen, and Lilith is beyond reach, Tyrion and Ellarili are eager to die by themselves! They didn't do it anyway!

Thinking of this, Malekis suddenly felt disheartened, and the Witch King laughed with tears.

Everyone respects me as the eternal king!

But are they sincerely admiring me and loyal to me?

Gou fart!

Everything, everything is just an edict from Asu Yan, everything, everything is just Lilith’s task!

I have always been just the Witch King of Nagaroth, the Witch King who ruled the desolate ice field with fear, power, and violence.

Eternal King Malekis? a joke.

Father, what should I do?

Father! help me! Save your child! They betrayed me like they betrayed you!

Thinking of this, Malekis only felt that his eyes were dark. The King of Eternity almost fell off his mount, and his fighting spirit plummeted. In a trance, Kabanha’s roar was close to his ears, and his heart was almost broken. Lekis reluctantly raised his sword to resist, his dark magic hit Kabanha's chest, the chief horror demon could not feel the pain at all, and the blood battle axe fell quickly.

So, that's it? Malekis smiled bitterly, as the Eternal King thought.

In the darkness, a cold light arrived first, and then Kabanha’s painful cry sounded, and a rune tomahawk broke through the air from a distance, slashing the arm of the chief horror demon, with a white beard and white hair. The cloaked dwarf stepped on Seraphin’s back and appeared behind Malekiss, and his blunt voice sounded behind the Eternal King: "You are still the same as before. You are not good at looking after yourself, Mahler. Keith."

The King of Eternity opened his mouth wide. He was motionless. Five thousand years have passed. He always remembers this voice. Since the elves and dwarves threw their vows of friendship into the flames of war, they have never heard them since those distant and gloomy years. , Malekis always remembered.

Shining rune armor, a white beard, and the familiar battle axe, Malekith’s warm tears slipped from his eyes, and the Eternal King was almost overwhelmed by the emotion called guilt, and he tried to open it. Mouth, only a few words can no longer know what to say: "Snowy, my friend, my brother..."

"I'm just a passing dwarf, remember it for me!" The white dwarf Grim Brindell looked complicated. He glanced at Malekiss and focused his gaze on Kabanha in front of him: "Go and , Malekis, leave it to me here, you still have your task to do, right?"

"Sure enough, you are the only one to save me in the end." Malekis looked at his best friend, he knew how he betrayed their friendship, and he knew how unforgivable he was: "My brother... Snowy ,sorry."

After five thousand years, Malekis' thoughts returned to Karaz-A-Karak’s room.

Snowy was lying on his low and wide bed, his eyes closed, his face as pale as his beard. There was a man kneeling beside him, putting his hands on the chest of the Dwarf King. He was Prince Malekis of Osuan, the former general of the Phoenix King and the current ambassador of the Elves to the Dwarf Empire.

The first generation of dwarves, the High King, has arrived. Before he died, the High King wanted to see his best friend again, and the two had a final conversation.

"It would be great if we dwarves can live as long as your elves, so that my rule can last for thousands of years."

"But even so, we will inevitably die."

"Our deeds are worthy of chanting, isn't it? Our two great nations joined hands to drive away the beasts and their gods. Now the people are happy, the trade is well-connected, and they continue to prosper and grow."

"Thanks to you, Snowy." The elven prince and the dwarf supreme king clasped their hands.

"Cough cough cough...Listen, Malekis, my brave comrade-in-arms, my closest confidant, now you have to swear to me, just like the last breath I exhaled with this dying remains Just like the oath, swear to my tombstone and soul! You will stick to the grand ideals and long-cherished aspirations for which we have been fighting for so many years! This will undoubtedly be carried out... The world should not have such a shameful act of betraying the oath, otherwise, , I will return, continue to hold the battle axe, and shake the mountains with anger!"

"I will," Malekis said, holding his old friend's hand tightly, "I swear solemnly to the High King Snowy Whitebeard, the leader of the dwarves and the friend of the elves!"

Snowy nodded slowly, the light in his eyes gradually dissipated, and the first generation of the Supreme King passed away. His body was put in a sarcophagus, surrounded by runes, followed by Malekis’s eyes. His son Sodick was sent to the tomb of the ancestors.

The memory ends here.

Malekis could hardly be able to himself. He obviously betrayed the dwarf and Snowy, but when he was in a desperate situation, at the most dangerous moment, the last one who came to save himself was the dwarf and his brother. , Snowy-Whitebeard! This heavy guilt almost crushed Malekiss, but it also gave him new strength.

He has not been abandoned, there are still people in this world who care about him, and some people regard him as a brother!

This world, did not abandon me!

The powerful fighting spirit rose again from the eternal king.

Seeing Malekis’ fighting spirit rekindled, Grim Brindel, the white dwarf, smiled. He grinned and showed his teeth: "Go, my brother Malekis, to complete your mission, you still have yours. Mission, to save the world, I promise, if you can do it, then all the past, all the hatred of elves and dwarves will be erased from the book of hatred, I swear in the name of the white dwarf Grim Brindel !"

Malekiss also smiled. He wiped away his tears vigorously and hammered the white dwarf's shoulder: "What if it doesn't succeed?"

"Then everything is over, and the hatred between us has no meaning." The white dwarf snorted coldly, "That is also the end of hatred."

"Very well, my friend, let us go generously to destruction!" Malekiss has never been so eager to fight.

Relying on the white dwarves to fight against Kabanha, the Army of Shadows finally broke through the siege. Malekiss was fighting at this time, and the Eternal King found the meaning of fighting again, and more importantly, I don’t know why, he met along the way. The resistance of the Chaos Army was much weaker than Malkis imagined. The Eternal King thought that perhaps Ryan's tactics had worked, and the main force of Chaos was dragged down.

Snowy, my brother, I will never let you down again!

Malekiss guess was not entirely correct, but he soon knew the answer. As the archmages headed by Targris outside the city finally finished casting the spell, the low and wild howling spread throughout Midden. In Haim and its surrounding areas, it drowned the battle roar of the Chaos Army, overwhelmed the drums of the Order Coalition Army, and shook the horns of the tomb kings into a mess!

It's coming! They are coming!

"Waaagh!"

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"