Warhammer Throne

"No ‘people’ can get in... a whole army of wood elves have come!"

Just in front of the gate, hundreds of wood elf eternal guards wear golden helmets, green robes and chain armor with armor, holding spears and huge shields, standing on the city wall!

Behind them, there are more woodland guards holding the Sparkling Longbow! They lined up in an extremely neat queue, along the entire street, all the way to the outside of the city wall!

In addition to the woodland guards, there are also oil-painted wooden sword dancers on their arms, as well as the wild forest rangers who wear green hoods and are responsible for guarding the main roads in the Atholoren Forest. Spell-singer who can release the magic of life!

The ranger and the forest scout with the big bow of the spark stand together in a checkerboard-like queue, silent! But it was murderous, and under the heavy snow, the solemn atmosphere enveloped the entire east wall of the stream post.

Ryan stepped down from the steps, and the persevering guards of the eternity automatically made a way for him, but when Durant wanted to keep up, the guards of the eternity immediately closed the passage and raised their shields and spears. After granting him permission and retreating the mercenary leader, Durant laughed twice and had to stand still.

The hooves, the hero of the wood elves, the champion of the wood elves queen Alaire, Alalos-the hero rides a giant stag with oversized antlers, followed by several wood elves riding pure blood elven horses Lord, drive into the outpost.

"Alaros!" Ryan walked quickly across the tight army for the eternal guards, and the Knight King happily shouted: "It's been a long time."

"Knight King, I heard that you are in trouble?" Aralos is still as handsome as before. He is wearing a wood elves rune half-plate armor forged from the wood elves starlight furnace, lined with wood elves handmade green The military uniform, behind it was a lake-green velvet enchantment cloak, and the green light from the green antler helmet presented by Lilith was so dazzling that it made Ryan panic.

Ryan suddenly remembered that Fogen told himself through psionic messaging that the daughter of Alaloth was originally selected by Lilith as the new **** of the "New World". Became his attendant.

Well, we are worthy of being brothers.

"Alaros, how did you find this place?" Ryan remained calm on his face, but his tone clearly felt that the king was full of surprises.

"Obviously, Esley's friend knows nothing about the power of the Time Oak." Aralos raised his chin very proudly. The wood elf hero rode on a very strong stag with two long antlers. He condescendingly pointed his chin at Ryan: "Need our help? Ryan?"

At this time, the appearance of the army of wood elves has attracted the attention of the whole outpost. The knights and the old guards rushed to immediately, and they all made gratitude and exclamation sounds. The army of wood elves that appeared here was obviously exhausted. The Eight Peaks Mountain expedition army was a shot in the heart. The army screamed of excitement and slowly approached, while the entire army of wood elves remained terribly solemn and silent, waiting only for Aralos' orders.

Large carriages loaded with various supplies drove into the camp, loaded with piles of grain, fresh vegetables and vegetables, various supplies, and even a large number of artillery shells, new armor and weapons, warm clothing, and a Boxes of fine wine!

The supply convoy of more than two hundred horse-drawn carriages is like descending from the sky, and the long line has lined up outside the entire outpost!

The praise of the fairies and Valaya in the lake is endless.

"Alaros! Madam, I really don’t know how to thank you. You extended a helping hand to us in the most difficult time." Seeing that the wood elves had brought so many supplies, the king only felt troubled by himself. The biggest problem was solved, he walked quickly to Aralos.

"You don't need to be grateful to me, Ryan, this was originally your logistics." Aralos turned off his horse, and the wood elf hero said indifferently: "We are only responsible for transporting the supplies through the root tunnel. It is this fundraiser that you have to thank. A lot of supplies, and people who try to convince us."

"Persuade you?" Ryan was still a little confused. A group of human army emerged from the wood elves army. They were not many, but they all wore the standard armor of the Church of Justice, using long swords and shields, or two-handed swords, a familiar one. 'S voice came from a distance: "Good friend! How can this level of war be missing me?"

"Afu!" Ryan said. He and Alfred, the Patriarch of West Bretania, the knight of the Holy Knights, and the head of the Freyja church district, gave a tight hug: "Very... ...Very welcome!"

"Hahaha! Good friends, I expected you to encounter difficulties!" Alfred's top was covered with snow, and the patriarch and the paladin commander, who were in their prime, laughed, and he gave Ryan a strong Hug: "How? Or do I understand you?"

"I won't say thank you to you." Ryan patted Alfred's shoulder vigorously a few times, and the Knight King quickly noticed some differences. The smile on his face gradually disappeared: "Ah. Fu, what's the matter with your outfit?"

Alfred wore a khaki sweater with a blue and white striped shirt underneath. The outside was a typical Kislov army coat, army trousers, tie-up officer's belt, army boots, thread weaving hands, and army green. scarf. Wearing a cotton cap with ear protection, there is a big white bear logo on the cap.

The paladin was still carrying a travel bag on his shoulders, and a leather brick red document bag slung over him. Seeing Ryan asked questions, Alfred smiled happily: "Huh? This, this is the Mr. Lev, that's you. The promised Mrs. Kesler gave it to me! Before he arrived in Pouldero to prepare for the voyage to Ruscia, he felt like I was in good shape with me, so he gave me all his things, you see, good friend!"

Alfred opened his shoulder travel bag and revealed the contents to Ryan. It contained Mrs. Keisler’s favorite big leba bread, raw potatoes, a tin wax small silver jug ​​filled with strong vodka, and the justice. The icon of the **** and a few bottles of holy water, the leather document case contains a red leather notebook, a quill pen and ink bottle, red and blue pencils, wooden compasses, erasers, two iron sharpeners, an imperial fire folder and a Large black cigarette holder: "How about? I see it is so cold, so I use it all!"

"...Not bad." Ryan said Davarich almost uttered. He looked at Alfred's outfit and smiled: "Anyway, welcome, Afu, welcome."

"Alaros, welcome, and at this difficult time, I welcome you very very much!" Ryan also gave Alaros a hug: "You really helped us a lot!"

"...This time, we must take back the sacred artifacts of our race." Aralos and Ryan hugged and hurriedly pushed Ryan away with some discomfort. The wood elf hero said proudly: "If we work together, just There is no enemy that cannot be defeated! Whether it is Greenskin or Skaven, let them come!"

After a few minutes, the dwarves appeared, and Bellegar took his chief engineer Halhaval-Goldman and Chief Runecraft Master Sruder-Honesty, watching the army of wood elves stand neatly in the wind and snow. The King of Bafeng Mountain said with a bit of temptation: "Really, these pointed ears do not come at the most critical time, but this time has arrived. I really don't know whether I should thank them or give them a hammer!"

"They sent us the urgently needed supplies, although the quantity is not large, I said, I am a little better at this group of pointed ears now." The Srudd-honest man touched his white beard and said unhappily. : "Our best gratitude is not to kill them."

"Haha~ That's right, as gratitude, we won't kill them this time!" Halhav-Goldman also said.

The eternal guards made way for these dwarves. Alaloth’s vigorous shadow stood in the wind and snow. Seeing Bellegar’s appearance, the hero of the wood elf immediately put away his smile and became even more proud: "Don’t get me wrong. Now, dwarves, we are here to participate in this war this time just to retrieve the holy artifacts of our clan. How can the holy artifacts of our elven clan fall into the hands of Greenskins and Skaven! We must take them back! "

"Weird races, weird pointed ears, they know how to hide in the forest all day long, with those weird big trees, and they don’t know how to drink beer, and they don’t know how to hit iron and drill holes. No wonder they are in revenge. During the battle, even the Phoenix King was beaten by us!" Bellegar murmured, "I don't know which brain has the problem, but I am still willing to send someone to Bafeng Mountain to die..."

"What are you talking about?! Do you want to go to war? Dwarf?!" After all, Alaros is still too young. When Bellegar said this, the wood elf hero and the champion of Alaire only feel that blood is going to him. There was a surging over his head, Ryan quickly stopped him: "Calm down, listen to Bellegar to finish."

"Nevertheless, anyone who dared to take up a weapon and stand shoulder to shoulder with us at this critical moment is a real friend." As expected, Bellegar hadn't finished speaking, the King of Bafeng Mountain said hesitantly: "Anyway, thank you. There are indeed a few relics with sharp ears in the treasury for their support and supplies. Anyway, they are of little value. If you have to, it’s not impossible to wait until the war is over to pick two pieces to send to you..."

"We want to get the Silmarillion!" Aralos said impatiently, "Forget it, I don't want to spend more time with you here, including this Lord Alfred, we have brought four thousand troops this time. We can attack at dawn tomorrow. Who is your coach here? Is it Ryan? Or this dwarf king?"

"Don't worry, Aralos." Ryan showed a smile on his face: "Since you are here, our previous strategy and tactics will need to be adjusted to a certain extent. The large amount of supplies you brought is enough for us to use for more than two months. You have solved our biggest headache, so we don’t have to rush now."

"Don't worry? We have sent the supplies through the roots of the world. Every time the army stays here for one more day, there will be many more variables." Aralos frowned after listening to Ryan's introduction: "You better have a detailed plan. , Speak up for us to discuss together."

"We will." Ryan was already successful at this time, and he looked to the west.

The sky above Bafeng Mountain, in the afternoon gradually into the night, is still a blue, bleak sky and thick stratocumulus clouds, quietly watching this most glorious dwarf fortress, and the mountain plain.

"We will smash Skarsnick and its tricks. What we need to do now is to take the initiative to prevent Skarsnick from leaving Bafeng Mountain and wait for news from the west."

…………I am the dividing line between pointed ears and short duozi…………

At the same time, the old world, on the edge of the badlands, was a military fort that was only a few dozen kilometers away from Haimen Pass.

Another army of knights entered the city dàng)dàng) dàng)dàng) dàng) dàng) dàng. Fort Arsenal.

Wearing a full-Grimnir dwarf enchanted rune mithril plate armor recast by the master of dwarven runecraftsman Deron Feinsen, a unicorn sword hung on the waist, and a pure day horse cross helmet on the back. Wearing a blue daytime horse velvet cloak, François, the head of a goblin shaman in his hand, is commanding the army to slowly enter the city. He rides on the pure-blooded Pegasus Prague, facing him. Later Sir Gerrold said: "It's almost okay, everything is too bad, if too many times, it will make Green Skin feel weird."

"Yes." François' cousin, Gerrold, admired François so much that he had nothing to say. Gerrard still didn't understand how Francois came up with this idea, and the army went back and forth. City, let Green Skin think that he has ten to twenty thousand knights constantly arriving at the front line.

In addition to Sir Gerrod, François is followed by the famous Knights of the Holy Grail of Breton, Sir Bayar who is responsible for guarding the nymphal sanctuary of Lily Island in the lake, and the garrison from the La-Messenel Abbey. The holy grail knight Pierre-the holy man, in addition to that, François's chief courtier, the prophet of the lake **** Chasis-Morningstar also came, and his son-in-law Lane, François has always trusted the lake Of course, Chasis-Morning Star was also included in the Duke’s house.

"Do you know what we should do next? Gerold?" François smiled while touching his goatee. He is ninety years old this year, but as the Great Holy Grail at the pinnacle of the Sanctuary, he has at least three hundred years to live, Duke Not in a hurry to find a successor.

But this time in the war to support the empire in sweeping the blood pine forest, Sir Gerrod was ordered to lead an army of knights to the empire and join the Imperial Army to clean up the greenskins and beasts tribes on the edge of the blood pine forest. He was brave enough. His observant war performance was unanimously praised, and he and his army received the title "Jerrod Chivalrous Army" from the Empire.

"We are going to fight a big battle!" Gerrod frowned, and he said solemnly: "The stronger the power we show here, the more we win, the more enemies we eliminate, the less pressure on your Majesty's side will be. ."

"Very well, that's right!" François nodded repeatedly, and the old man threw the head of the Goblin Shaman on the ground. His sea-blue eyes were shining with the light of wisdom: "This battle, we We must fight well, not only to cause enough damage to the enemy, but also not to expose the fact that we actually only have a few thousand troops. In this way, the cunning green-skinned warlord will definitely feel great pressure."

"So, let us solve the Goblin Wolf Cavalry Corps that is constantly disturbing the entire logistics route and constantly attacking the periphery of the Fortress!"