Warhammer Throne

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The king of the northern court, the dark iron marauder, the king of Norsca, the leader of the ruined legion, the son of the blood red sky, the unparalleled warrior who defeated the wife of the blood god, the person who watched by the four chaos gods, his name is Hei Tie Mo Special gold.

This is a huge man who is about two meters tall and looks like an iron tower. His face is hidden behind a deep helmet, with only a pair of blue eyes exposed. The sharp horned helmet points directly at the blood from the back of his head. The red chaotic sky, his dark chaotic body armor is covered with strange patterns, and his whole body is surrounded by colorful chaotic energy. Every movement of his makes the distance between subspace and reality. Was greatly shortened and torn.

Cha-Zan Aike stood in the huge and empty Northland King's Court. He fixed his eyes on Mortkin. The champion of Tecchi's selection could not be determined. The King of the Northland was thinking about what.

On the left hand side of Wang Court, there are more than 30 chaotic champions, they come from every corner of the chaotic wasteland, and they are all playing for Mottjin now.

On the right hand side of the royal court, Mortkin’s chief magic consultant, the Chosen God, the Great Chaos Wizard, Hal-Eternal Eye, led a large number of chaotic demons and various terrifying chaotic creatures, waiting for Mott Kim's order.

Zaneike still doesn't understand why Eternal Watch Sasoriel wants him to come here. He carefully studied Mottkin's body language, wanting to see some clues from his actions.

Soon, he discovered that Mottkin's body was trembling slightly.

The chaotic energy leaked from his body.

Hearing the news of the destruction of the Dragon Fort in his hometown, the Northern King slowly closed his eyes.

His hometown was ruined.

The Dragon Fort, which has thousands of years of history and stood tall in the face of countless invasions and infighting, was destroyed by those **** southerners, his ancestor’s tomb was cut open, and his ancestor’s palace was burning in flames.

Sad?

In Norsca culture, what is so sad about this? Since embarking on the way of warriors and offering my faith to the evil gods, isn’t this the destined ending? Become a warrior, rise in the endless fighting, and then explore the far north, in the chaos wasteland Searching for one's own destination, or dying in glory, or becoming a chaos egg, or gaining the highest glory, becoming a demon prince, what is so sad about this?

On the south bank of the entire Chaos Wasteland, there are more than 30 Chaos Runestone monuments, and each inscription is inscribed with the story of a chaos champion ascending to a demon, which is endless glory and the highest reward for mortals.

Didn't the life of the Norsca come for this?

A stream of heat flowed down Mottjin’s face. The King of the North could not be calm for a long time. He gently stretched out his hand, and his strong fingers, which had become distorted and proliferated in the chaotic corruption, were stained with blue tears. .

No, it was tears of anger. It was his incompetence. His hometown was ruined, but he could only sit in his royal court. He didn't stop the invasion of the empire and protect his hometown, the one made with dragon boats. home.

The flames of vengeance burned in his heart.

He, Dark Iron Mottkin, the King of the North, is a conqueror. He is a true leader. He wants to gain glory and strength. He has fought in the Chaos field for hundreds of years. He has overcome all Challenge, not only did he lose most of his humanity, he was commended by the Four Chaos Gods, praised and worshipped by countless followers, and he also got the promise of being promoted from the Chaos Cthulhu.

But Mottkin didn’t choose to agree. The king of the North knew deeply that once he was promoted, he would lose all his humanity. He would become a plaything and a puppet of the Chaos Cthulhu. He would lose himself. This was not what he wanted. , Mottkin’s long-cherished wish in life is to seek a glorious ending after winning endless glory, and then return to the palace of ancestors, and sleep with his father, grandfather, and ancestors. It is true that Chaos has bestowed him on him. Blessings, but Mottkin was already depressed and tired. He knew very well that as long as he went further, his soul would be forever.

But the news from Zaneike's mouth caused Mottkin's heart to shake for a while.

The Dragon Fort was destroyed, his hometown was destroyed, the ancestor’s tomb was destroyed, and the goal he had worked for all his life was destroyed by the Southerners! destroyed!

The Black Iron Predator gently stretched out his hand and squeezed his seat tightly. His tone was trembling, but he kept calm: "The news, is it true? The messenger of the Demon Bird God?"

"I swear in the name of Holy Trick. It is true. I think, you have also heard of the Great Norsca Expedition, right? The end of this Great Expedition is Dragon Castle." Zan Aike said playfully: "I'm on the orders of the Monarch of Change, I will tell you everything."

"Oleg von Zhukov?" Mottkin only felt that after many years, his blood and anger returned to his chest.

"Oleg von Zhukov, Oster of the Empire." Zanek nodded. He was holding a staff and a long sword, and his remaining two hands were hurriedly writing something on the notebook.

"Oleg von Zhukov!!!" Motkin said the name again, and the king of the north nodded stiffly. His tone was pale and weak, and then became sonorous and powerful. His words Compressed from between the teeth, and then shot away: "Southern! I will let Oleg von Zhukov experience the same suffering! I will let him understand! I will destroy his territory, I will open the tombs of his ancestors, and I will know what real revenge is!"

After finishing speaking, the king of the north indicated that Cha-Zaneike was ready to go, and he returned to the depths of his royal court alone.

That was the dark iron secret room that belonged to him alone, and the chaotic eight-pointed star made of chaotic black iron released colorful light in the secret room.

Mottkin released his own fury here. He yelled and shouted madly, pouring out his anger and releasing his own anger. He shouted the names of his ancestors one by one until his throat became hoarse, and he cried out in pain. With the name of his hometown, everything in the secret room was blasted to pieces.

"I will destroy the cowardly and cowardly Southerners! I will destroy the entire world! I will drown the so-called empire of the South in the tide of chaos, and I will have revenge! True gods, listen to my call and give it to me strength!"

Just after the king of the Northland vented his anger, the power of chaos flowed out from the eight-pointed star until it flooded the entire room, and Mottjin was enveloped by the power of chaos. In the depths of his consciousness, the four highest His supreme existence responded to his prayers.

"Destroy! Good! Kill! Very good! Destroy the empire! Very good!" A voice full of fury responded to Mottkin's prayer. His endless rage and desire for blood skull responded to Mottkin's call: "Your strength will be my blessing! The great demon Kargarak I sit down and the Horror Demon Army led by him will obey your orders!"

"Bring destruction to the southerners, bring glory back to the north, bring the tide of change to the world, and bring despair and destruction to those who are unwilling to accept true civilization. You have nine futures, and each future will have nine. This kind of change, your wisdom will open your way to the future, make a choice, Motkin, time is running out!" A treacherous and distorted voice said in a rare serious tone: "The future is full of challenges, and I am You are full of confidence, and my god-chosen champion Cha-Zaneike, will obey your orders!"

"Life and death, reincarnation, incessant, we, in life and death, in reincarnation, in disease, and decay, immortality, and immortality, the true meaning, is here." A slow and kind voice bestowed on Motkin's father With such care, he said gently: "My child, finally figured it out, it's okay, Dad will always love you, my champion of God's choice, Festus, the plague priest, and my demon army, will obey your orders!"

"Killing is art, destruction, art, revenge, and art. We are willing to try all sins and challenge all taboos. We will experience all excitement and taste all joy. Mottkin, welcome to join us, willing to indulge. The carnival of passion and soul and flesh will always make you young and strong." A seductive and distorted voice could not stop the excitement, and his voice flipped back and forth like a distorted tentacles: "It's time for my god-chosen champion. Gerwald led my demon army out, my prince and my demon army, will obey your orders!"

The Four Chaos Gods responded to Mottjin’s request. Mottjin has always been fair. He believes in four evil gods at the same time and never favors any one of them. As the beloved and watched person of the Four Chaos Gods, the Four Chaos Gods have achieved it. consensus.

"Mottkin, give everything you have, and we will give you the equivalent in return."

"Your road to revenge is destined to be bumpy and full of challenges, but you must be firm. It is us who will bestow you the ultimate victory!"

"Now, open your arms and accept our blessings!"

"In Oster, there is a strong man outside the star field. He will be your destined enemy and the biggest obstacle for you to go south this time. And we will give you the same power as him! Let you Finish your revenge!"

Motekin nodded, the King of the North closed his eyes, opened his arms, and waited for the evil god's gift.

"I, shameless, bestowed to you, gorgeous dance steps, swift speed and the best combat skills!"

"I, Trick, give you, the spell of destruction, the top magic resistance and the sharpest vision!"

"I, Nurgle, give you the supreme defense, mutated organs and the most powerful regeneration ability!"

"Finally, I, fear abuse, give you the power to destroy everything!!!"

"The day of destruction is already doomed, go and bring the end to the world!"

"You are the new one, chosen by God forever!"

The blessings of the four evil gods were imprinted on Mottjin's body.

On this day, Mottjin entered the realm of gods alone.

On this day, another new Chaos Eternal God's Choice was born.

The furious voice raged from the entire Northern Palace to the entire Chaos Wasteland, until Subspace responded to his anger.

"revenge!!!"

From this day on, Mortkin walked out of his own northern court. He will integrate the Chaos Wasteland and Norsca's tribe, and then initiate his own revenge against the southerners.

Another eternal **** chooses to prepare to go south, and soon the world will taste the tide of destruction again.

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