Warhammer Throne

? On the wall, all the knights and leaders were sweating and their faces were stiff.

From the time of learning, Breton serfs and nobles would teach children one story after another. These stories are undoubtedly the stories of Breton knights fighting on the battlefield. Among them, The story of the Knights of the Holy Grail is the most popular and familiar.

When they are a little older, the noble children will pretend to be knights, and use soft lances to compete with each other. They like to shout the name of the fairy in the lake, just like countless great deeds in the past and present. The deep faith of the fairies will be carved into their hearts. Everyone dreams of embarking on the path of the Holy Grail, receiving the recognition of the lady, and eventually becoming the glorious Knight of the Holy Grail, and then fulfilling their lifelong dream.

The knights of the Holy Grail are living saints in the hearts of Bretonians. Their stories and legends are circulated everywhere, and even the children in the most remote and isolated villages can recite the knight's fairy tales catchy.

In the eyes of the common people, the knights of the Holy Grail are just like the embodiment of chivalry spirit. When the people were helpless and hesitating, they called out the names of the knights of the Holy Grail, as if praying to God, asking for refuge.

And now, the myth has shattered, even the most powerful holy grail knight commander Ulles has died under Egil's hands, and every Bretonian feels that something has been crushed in his heart.

That is the broken voice of long-standing belief, long-standing belief.

"Your Excellency Ulles..." Karad, Annara and Ulles brought Kurona to the knights and wept bitterly on the spot, and shed tears.

Dahlheide, Aldelaide and the remaining knights of the Principality of Lyonace were silent. Dahlheide opened his mouth and really didn't know what to say.

"I..." Before opening his mouth, the Duke himself only felt tears rolling in his eyes.

He wanted to cry, but he was destined to be a duke, so tears could only flow down the slender crow's feet in the corners of his eyes. Dalheide was not only crying for the death of Ulles, but also for Leona. Race and cry.

Egil reached out his hand to stop the barbarian’s mad celebration. He held Julles’ head in his palm and wiped the dust on the head with his rough big hand. The horrifically selected champion won the championship matchup. Victory, but there were countless emotions in his heart. Jules was a respectable opponent, and he felt sorry for the passing of this opponent.

It’s just that the King of Scarlins quickly recovered from this state. He hung the head of Jules on his armor spikes, then raised his battle axe towards Dahlheide on the city wall and demanded Dahl. Hyde returned his woman and son.

"Brittanias! I respect your dead champions! King Scalins’ words are not false. Now, return my woman and my son to me! Otherwise, we will kill every man, woman and Child, we will crush your stone castle and turn every village into ruins!" Egil yelled at Neiburg: "As respect and memory of your champion, I will give you a day to rest! Tomorrow noon , When the sun rises to the highest point, Scarlins will launch the final attack!"

Dahlheide was silent. He hesitated for a full thirty seconds, looking at the barbarian army approaching in front of the Neiburg. He wanted to immediately order Elizabeth and the child in her stomach to be killed, but he knew that he could not. Wasn't the reason why he left Elizabeth's life before because he still had the last bargaining chip in his hand?

He is now like a gambler who has lost everything. He has nothing, but he must guarantee the respect and promise of the Holy Grail Knight Oath. Since Ulles has agreed, he must fulfill it.

This is a respect for the oath. Since you have agreed to a championship matchup, you must respect the result of the matchup.

A woman named Hungerst was put in an iron cage and sent out of the inner castle.

Egil smiled contentedly when he saw that the woman's belly had been pregnant in October. He could feel deep joy. In this atmosphere, it seemed that the victory of the championship showdown was not so important anymore.

What no one knows is that Egil has reached the limit under the attack of Ulles. To some extent, the chosen champion of fear of abuse does not want to forcibly attack the final Neiburg, but he hopes that he can use this method. , Remembering and respecting this respectable opponent, Jules.

The horrified god-chosen champion abides by the honor of horror and is willing to keep his promise. It is only for respectable opponents. He has never acted like many chaos champions. He deeply understands that the honor of horror is not allowed. Defilement and trustworthiness are often just a means, but Egil is willing to amplify this means so that mortals can understand the power and glory of terrorism.

That's why he will give Ulles basic respect and initiate a championship showdown. If he dies in the championship showdown, it can only prove that he is not worthy of being the chosen champion for fear of abuse.

The fear of abuse is obviously very satisfied with Egil, and now Egil is about to welcome his first son.

At night, in Egil's big tent, everyone in Scarlins was eagerly looking forward to it, and the cry from the baby rang through the night sky.

It was an extremely painful cry of howling and screaming. The howling of pain not only caused waves in the realm of mortals, but also formed a strong echo in the subspace. It was the power of chaos. That is the blessing of the evil god, chaos and madness are everywhere in the chaos realm. In the camp of Scarlins, the entire eight chaos wizards are all reduced to ashes due to the strong chaos storm, and only the chaos wizard who has entered the legendary rank Cha Koy was spared.

The barbarian warriors who were not chaotic wizards and could not perceive the wind of chaos were also constantly trembling in this terrible chaotic storm. They knelt down one after another, chanting the names of the evil gods they believed in.

Tears flickered on Egil's weather-beaten face, and he stretched out his hands and gently held up the baby in his swaddle.

The child is very strong, with piercing eyes and icy blue like his father. There is a blood clot in his hand, and his small fist is tightly pinched, which symbolizes the gift of strength and blood god.

This is a little guy with a handle.

Egil’s eyes were red. He stretched out his hand and stroked the child’s face. His son was still very young and could not pick up an axe or a gun, but it didn’t matter. Egil could wait, he could wait, his Life is still very long.

Chaos wizard Chakoy finally struggled to recover his sanity from the terrible Chaos Storm. He couldn't wait to climb up to Egil's side and happily announced that the adoptive father's family had a new member. The remaining nearly 20,000 barbarian warriors shouted loudly. Cheers, cheers for the future chief.

In the dark, the camp of Scarlins was as bright as day, and the grand celebration was held in the camp of the barbarians. Everyone enjoyed the great victory. Now, the Bretons have lost them. All they can do is hide in the castle in panic, waiting for the trial of fate, but the barbarians feast on it. They smashed open the food storage warehouse, attacked every shop and workshop, and plundered what they saw. Everything, they eat meat, drink soup, and sing loudly.

The barbarians have no reason not to celebrate. The merits of death have been made. They have used the blood and destruction of the Bretons to make a strong mark on their military medals. Tomorrow, they will attack Lyonnaise. The only inner castle in the middle, decorated with Breton skulls and flesh and blood on the throne of terror.

Egil happily held his son. He held the baby in his arms for a long time before he thought of the child's mother, Hungerst, or Elizabeth, lying pale on a large table.

The woman was looking at Egil pleadingly.

She doesn't want to die, she knows what her fate will be in the future, she is begging.

Egil did not react at all. He waved his hand, and Chaos Champion Kovindev walked in from outside: "My king?"

Egil didn't say a word, he pointed to the woman lying on the bunk, then put four fingers together to form a hand knife, and went down everything.

The horrifying god-chosen champion set his sights on Kovindev.

Kovindev immediately nodded clearly.

The King of Scarlins walked out of the tent with the baby in his arms, drinking and celebrating wildly with the barbarians.

"Hiss!" Soon after Egil walked out of the tent, there was a noise from inside the tent, blood stained the coarse cloth of the tent, and Egil sneered.

It was supposed to be like this, and there were many accidents, but the ending was finally back on the established track.

The rest is a happy hour to celebrate victory.

Happy time is always short. After celebrating for several hours, Egil heard an unusually weak horn. The horn sounded mighty and majestic. The barbarians who were celebrating frantically were still in a state of confusion. Many barbarians were drunk. Too drunk, they didn't even react to what happened.

The barbarians have always been like this, they have always been synonymous with chaos and disorder, who believe in chaos.

Egil was also so dazzled by the birth of his son that he didn't arrange a guard post at all. He could feel that the alcohol from the two barrels of ale he had drunk was eroding his thinking, but the horrified champion of choice was soon Having overcome the power of alcohol, he immediately realized that things had changed!

"There is a night attack by the enemy! There is a night attack by the enemy! Soldiers, take up your weapons and prepare for battle!" Egil issued a high-pitched command. Falling into the air, he smashed his head toward the barbarian camp.

Meteors blew up in the Skalins camp, and more than one hundred and fifty barbarian warriors were blown to death on the spot, and a huge wave of air swept the entire camp.

At the same time, there was a thunderous sound of cannons in the distance, and several cannonballs flashing with magical luster drew a wonderful arc, and fell behind the barbarian camp.

Cannons roared, shells smashed, and artillery attacked the barbarian camp. Every sound of the artillery can kill more than a dozen barbarian fighters and a large barbarian tent. This shell is a notorious flowering shell. Egil heard the cannon. After the sound, his face changed a lot. He fought with the northern part of the empire and the Nord Kingdom all the year round, and he would not understand this gun body.

This is the sound of the dwarf cannon!

Brittany... are there any dwarves?

its not right! Egil shook his head repeatedly. There is a sacred covenant between the Empire and the dwarves, and the relationship between Bretania and the dwarves can only be said to be acceptable. How can there be the sound of the dwarf cannon here?

"Ready to fight! Ready to fight!" The sound of the artillery is not fake. In any case, the honorable champion of Terrorist God's Choice will face a powerful enemy and win the battle.

"Beep~beep~" The horn resounded, and after the whole night of carnival, there was a whitish white in the sky. The soldiers of Scarlins did not affect their combat effectiveness after some carnivals. All the barbarians They are all ready to face the enemy.

From the other end of the horizon, a huge army of knights appeared in front of the Scarlins tribe. They were gorgeously dressed, fluttering colored flags, stubborn horses, and neat queues. The leader of the flag-bearer is undoubtedly a holy grail. The knight, he wears a yellow and blue robe, inside is a shiny dwarf mithril plate armor, a golden cup cloak flutters gently in the morning breeze, above the high flag, is a family that a barbarian has never seen before Heraldry.

The coat of arms is red and white. A sharp sword passes through a book in the middle. There is a golden chalice in the middle of the book. Two long ribbons extend from the two sides of the coat of arms. The coat of arms wears An earl's crown.

"It seems that we are late, and Lyonace has become a ruin." Ryan rode on the pure blood elf war horse Grape, whispered towards his flag officer Armand: "I don't know if there is any survivor. By."

"But now, we must defeat the enemy in front of us!" Ryan took up his warhammer.

Not long ago, his army defeated Moussilon’s army of vampires, and while marching near Lyonasse, Ryan felt a terrible chaotic storm raging in the subspace. He immediately understood that there must be A certain chaotic great power is performing an evil ritual, or a chaotic great demon is born.

Ryan immediately made a decisive decision, leading the army of knights straight to the place where the Chaos Storm occurred.

Now, the camp of the barbarian army is right in front of you, not far away is the Lyonnaise Castle, whose gates have fallen into a smoke of gunpowder.

Ryan knew that he might be late, but he had no choice. In order to stop his army, Mahhubard summoned more than 50,000 zombies and skeleton armies. These troops were used to delay Ryan’s footsteps, and Ryan had to spend it. Defeating them for some time, and seeing the plan succeeded, Mahhubard immediately retreated and returned to Musilon.

Moreover, due to Dahlheide’s hesitation, the army led by Ryan never got the permission to enter the Principality of Lyonasse. He hurriedly arrived after the castle was surrounded. He had anticipated that he might not be able to catch up, but the barbarian army had to be eliminated on the spot. Otherwise, the troubles are endless.

"For madam, for Brittania, fire!!" Ryan then ordered, the dwarf cannon roared, breaking the last bit of luck in Egil's heart. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of barbarians died from the cannon shells of the dwarf cannon. under.

There are dwarves!

The barbarian army quickly lined up on the plain, Egil handed his son to Haldorn, the chaos champion he trusted, and then took the **** axe and walked to the front of the two armies.

He saw Ryan's banner, and Egil thoughtfully: "I recognize you, Ryan Macado, the champion of the false gods in the lake. You killed the'crushing bear' Birrig at the time. You have done great things in the past few years, and you can hear your name in the wasteland."

"I also recognize you. You are the king of Scalins, the'red-eyed' Egil Steelbjorn, the champion of fear of abuse." Ryan smiled. He was once a kingdom knight of the Nord Kingdom. , There is no reason not to know Egil, Scarlins comes to Nord to plunder every few years.

"Ulles' head is here. You will be the next one." Egil didn't care. He pointed to the head of the holy grail knight hung on his armor: "Knights, you are continuing to come and hunt for death. NS?"

The knight army shook for a while, and many people saw Ulles's head, and a deep sense of fear rose in their hearts.

Ryan raised his warhammer and signaled everyone to be quiet. Although he was very surprised, he was always calm: "You defeated Jules?"

"I used to think this was the most precious gift I gave to the Throne of Terrorism, but it's not anymore." Egil showed a mocking look. He raised the **** axe and pointed directly at Ryan: "Your head is the one. ."

"Haha." Ryan also sneered.

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