Warhammer Throne

Above the chaotic wasteland, magma and blizzard roar together, but there is no shortage of distorted and weird plants on the barren land. Even the rocks and mountains have been distorted by the power of chaos, and the portal of the ancient sage has long been cracked. In the year, a steady stream of chaotic wind blows to the mortal world.

The land here is so vast that it is immeasurable, adjoining the savage and dark land of Norsca to the south, the Far Eastern prairie to the southeast, and the cold region of Nagarros to the southwest. The chaotic wasteland is not entirely a natural phenomenon. As early as when the portals of the ancient sages collapsed, this situation was gradually spreading. The energy in the chaotic kingdom swept across the earth like a tide. At this level, the chaotic wasteland can be said to be It is the result of the continuous overlap of the mortal world and the chaotic kingdom, so this also constantly reminds mortals that once the world falls into the hands of chaos, all people will be in disaster.

On the Chaos Wasteland, there are tens of thousands of barbarian tribes fighting and killing endlessly here. No one knows how many barbarians there are on the Chaos Wasteland. Only the elves and dwarves have passed the most conservative estimates. That is, in the Chaos Wasteland in the North, there are at least tens of millions of Chaos population and more than 500,000 Chaos warriors who do not eat or drink, as well as higher existences.

In addition to the Chaos Wasteland, there are at least more than 10 million Kurgan warriors on the Kurgan Steppe, and the population of Norska is at least 5 million.

Until now, the chaotic wasteland is still expanding, eroding the northern part of the world, and Norsca and the northern prairies are not immune. The environment there has been changed forever by chaotic energy. For countless northerners such as the Norskans, Kurgans, and Huns living in the wasteland, those rare mutations in the south have long been commonplace in the eyes of northerners, and they regard this kind of Mutation is a gift from the gods.

Similarly, there are more than ten million chaotic barbarians and countless beasts and demons in the Antarctic Wasteland. Fortunately, the distance between it and other civilizations makes it far less damage than the continuous surge from the northern wasteland. It seems so direct that the high elves have established three strongholds around the Antarctic, namely the Dawn Fortress, the Rising Sun Fortress and the Dusk Fortress. These three permanent fortresses have well withstood the Antarctic wasteland. Chaos frenzy on the planet.

The treacherous **** chooses Hal-Eye of Eternity, the magic master of the prophecy system is making his own proposal toward the Dark Iron Mottkin: "The Eternal God chooses Your Excellency, now is the right time, we should let the vanguard go. , First ravaged and tortured those weak and incompetent southerners, and then our army will march south to bring the world to an end."

The dark blue eyes behind the black chaos helmet of Dark Iron Mottekin fixed their eyes on Hal, seeming to be thinking about whether Hal’s suggestion is a good choice or whether he should take his head off as another piece of blood. God's gift.

The treacherous selection of gods couldn’t help feeling a little horrified in his heart. This new eternal selection of gods has always given people an unpredictable feeling. He even bound the horror evil demon bloodthirsty Kaghank to the army flag, the icy plains. All the tribes that did not submit were eliminated.

"No, it may not be the right time now." Kurt Motkin finally shook his head after being silent for a long time: "One hundred twenty thousand, maybe a lot, but this amount is not enough to defeat the Southerners."

"No! This is not important, what is important is, kill! Slaughter, slash, and kill all the enemies!" Kaghank the bloodthirsty horror demon roared, the six-meter-high horror horror The demon constantly waved the battle axe and whip in his hand: "Chop, kill! Blood sacrifices to the blood god, and the skull to the skull seat!"

However, the next second, Mottjin smashed the whole face of the big demon with a punch, and the terrifying demon was directly blown out from his palace, smashed countless trophies and fell into the blood. In the pond, Eternal God Xuan said coldly: "One hundred twenty thousand, not enough, far from enough, these forces may be enough to help us break through the northern line of defense of mankind, but if you want to break into the hinterland of the empire, go The little **** of Cove and his family were all destroyed. These forces are not enough. We must assemble more troops."

"At most six months." Hal-Eye of Eternity showed a hint of contempt on the twisted horns on his face, but he concealed it well: "The Four Chaos Gods choose Ulfric-Wanderer's World Walker Legion, the Chosen of the Four Chaos Gods, the Norscar Legion of the Nosca Supreme King Vamir Iselin, the champion beauty Prince Siegwald and his Magic Mirror Legion, and the champion fee of the Chosen Nurgle The Legion of Sons of the End of the Plague of Stus is already on the way."

"Not enough, not enough!" Mottjin's voice was cold and full of hatred: "More, how many tribes have not come?"

"At least a thousand tribal armies have yet to come." The **** of tricks bent his waist lower: "In addition, there are at least five hundred tribes in the Kurgan Prairie that are willing to join you. According to our estimates, there will be at least 300,000 people."

Dark Iron Mottjin stood up, and he looked at his own world. Just before the northern court, tens of thousands of tents, hundreds of thousands of barbarian warriors, and dozens of Chaos Demon Army gathered here, and their momentum was shocking. The sky has dyed the sky colorful, the power of the **** of chaos spreads over this land, and the echo rippling over the northern wasteland reverberates more and more, and in the echo, there are more terrible whispers and anger.

Thousands of roars from various voices and the sound of axes and swords hitting shields one after another, everyone is waiting to follow the Eternal God's Choice to go south and destroy the mortal kingdom.

However, Dark Iron Mottkin shook his head coldly.

Whether it was the former champion Egil Redeye, or the latter champion of Nurgle, Tamu Khan, the king of maggots, their invasion of the South was undoubtedly successful, but it was a failure.

Every time the Chaos Army goes south, it can create thousands of miles without people, hunt countless skulls and mortal blood, obtain the supreme glory and the gaze of the gods, but they are always eliminated and forced to retreat in the end.

Mottkin repeatedly looked at the results and failures of Moka, the first Eternal God-chosen "Unifier", to the most recent Eternal God-chosen "Anointed" Isa Kuvar, and the final combination of recent decades. In the failed case of Chaos Invasion, the new Eternal God’s Choice was swallowed by the flames of vengeance, but he remained awake. Motkin knew that the different Chaos tribes in the Northern Wasteland would only swear allegiance to a dominance. The leader of sexual power, once the leader falls, his army will quickly disintegrate.

On the contrary, mortals will abandon their past differences with the emergence of the Chaos Army, and they will unite under the oracles and guidance of the gods of order to jointly deal with the army from the north, perhaps Hal's proposal That’s right, the Chaos Army of 120,000 is enough to break through Kislov’s defense line at the beginning, but it may be difficult to advance. The huge army will be affected by Kislov’s cold environment, countless fortresses and the north of the empire. The strong and stubborn border guards weakened and dispersed until they stopped moving forward.

Then, all the armies of Charlemagne's empire will gather to launch a counterattack under the order of the imperial emperor. The Chaos Army will soon lose its number advantage and be forced to face countless fortified cities and elite soldiers.

If it drags on a little longer, the chivalrous people of Breton will begin to help the empire, followed by elves and dwarves. The number of these longevity species may not be enough to form an advantage, but the quality is amazing.

Mottkin knew that if he rushed south, he would just step on the footsteps of the failures of his predecessors and come to a vigorous failure that the old world would remember.

Sufficient strength must be accumulated. Now the strength is not enough. Mottkin must wait and wait for more Chaos troops to arrive. At the same time, he must paralyze the humans in the old world. Under his order, Norsca and the Northern Wastes are shrinking. troops.

The north becomes quiet, the southerners will relax their vigilance, the past differences will resurface, and the Southerners’ court will again fight for a little bit of profit. Mottkin knows very well that Kislov is now a foreigner. , The once glorious past was before the great holy war. After that, even the famous Red Tsar Boris Bokaha was just a glimmer of the afterglow of Kislov’s glorious era. Afterwards, even if Catalyn was A very powerful ice witch, but she cannot compare with the Red Tsar in ruling the country and the army.

According to the intelligence of the treacherous disciples, Katalin is at best a leader with good strength and a little bit of strategy.

In the same way, Mortkin also got a detailed explanation from Cha Zanek, the champion of the empire. The only thing that the pseudo-emperor Karl Franz can manage is his collar, Rick, the entire empire. The power is scattered and independent, and there is no external pressure to unite. Moreover, the nobles of the empire are all immersed in the glorious victory of the Norsca Expedition. The courts and intelligence agencies felt the danger, and the empire could not gather in a short time. The electors would think this was another political conspiracy of the emperor in order to expand his influence.

Even the champion of the treacherous gods can be sure that as long as the speed is fast enough, maybe the empire will begin to truly realize the crisis and try to unite when the chaos army invades the empire.

The only lesson the ignorant and backward Southern humans learn from history is that they never know how to learn.

What about the Bretons on the other side?

Mottkin looked at the map, and for the first time a cautious expression appeared on the face of Eternal God's Choice.

The Knight Kingdom is not so easy to deal with.

The newly appointed Knight King Ryan-Maca has many outstanding martial arts, and he has made great achievements in battle.

If he has only one person, the problem is that unlike the empire, Ryan has united the knights and nobles who were scattered in the sand, and judging from his good relationship with the empire, he is likely to choose to help the empire.

The united kingdom of knights, the assembled holy grail knights, will burst out with terrifying power.

We must formulate targeted strategies and tactics. Before I complete my revenge, Bretania must not be given the opportunity to send reinforcements to help the empire!

Motkin looked at the map carefully. He smeared the hot blood on the map with his fingers, and started his own plan.

The first line, the World Walker Group led by the four gods of chaos, Ulfric-Wanderers, will set off from the Frozen Fjord in Norsca and point directly to Curona, the capital of Brittany.

The second line, Chosen of the Four Chaos Gods, Nosca Supreme King Vamier-Islin will lead the Norsca Mountain Group Army, starting from the venue of the Islin League in Norsca, pointing directly to Nord and Oster Lead the northern port of Norden.

On the third line, the Chaos Vanguard Army group led by the champion of the goddess of choice and beauty, Prince Siegwald and champion of the gods of Nurgle, will set off from the chaos wasteland from Chaos Festus, cross the Mourning Mountains, and pass through the mountain pass. , Defeated the Kislov defenders there, and divided the troops to attack the two big cities of Kislov, Olengrad and Prager.

Finally, he led the main force south again, crossing the Linsk River, and directed towards the Oster collar of the Empire.

This time southward, more than 200,000 barbarian warriors, 30 Chaos Demon Army, more than 50,000 Chaos Cavalry, thousands of Chaos Chariots, hundreds of monster gangs and thousands of giant beasts will be assembled.

There is only one target, the first level of Oleg von Zhukov, and the tomb of the ancestors of the elect family in the castle of von Zhukov!

"This will be an unprecedented invasion. The largest invasion since the great jihad. We will gather an army of more than 300,000 people to bring destruction and true civilization to the southerners." Mottkin decided to fight. Plan: "Wait for a while until all the troops arrive. During this time, we must remain quiet. We must let the hypocritical Southerners think that a good time is coming, and we can even send people to negotiate with the Southerners and demand peace talks. "

"A great plan." Cha-Zaneike, the champion of Tricky God's Choice, nodded in approval, and said softly: "Please give this plan a name, Eternal God Chosen Your Excellency."

"Name? That's meaningless." Motkin said coldly.

"But we need a code name. This is the will of the Demon Bird God." Cha-Zanek couldn't wait. He had two hideous scars on his face. They were left by Teresa. He remembered the pair. The appearance and names of the mother and daughter of the sorcerer, preparing for their own revenge.

"In that case, the code name this time is..." Motkin reluctantly agreed, he thought for a moment, and suddenly recalled the name he saw in an ancient king's tomb in the troll kingdom when he was young.

"This invasion is named...Project Barbarossa!"

…………I am the dividing line of the three-month destruction of Kislov…………

In the Royal Hotel of the Royal Palace of Curona, several dukes are sitting together, waiting for Francois's lecture.

"Everyone, there is no doubt that all of us are the honours of the kingdom, and our status and glory are all from the ancestors of our family, the twelve glorious first-generation holy grail knights, am I right? "François whispered, the old man's face very kind.

The dukes all nodded. This is the foundation of their lives and the origin of the supreme status of the dukes' families.

They are all honorable.

"Where did our noble power, our status, our glory and territory come from?" François then asked the second question: "Of course they all came from the twelve wars of the founding of the country. And the Holy Grail, there is no objection to this point, right?"

Everyone nodded again. This is a matter of political correctness in Bretania that does not allow any doubt.

"Therefore, all of us, we are all living with the country. Why don't you understand?" François sighed and said to everyone: "You have to know that the country is good, we Only when the country exists for a long time and prosperous for a long time will we exist for a long time, and it will be prosperous for a long time. A good country is more important than anything! For us, without the kingdom of knights, we are nobles. Without status and glory, I don’t understand!"

"...This is why you always support Ryan?" Boderick thoughtfully, and the Duke of Poseidon also put down his bowl and spoon.

"Because Ryan can make the country better! Don't you understand?" François smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I said, the country is good, our honorable people will be good, and we will be good. Think about it carefully. Taxes, building fortresses, and encouraging population circulation. Isn’t Ryan for the good of the country?"

"But it was us that he sacrificed!" Duke Hagen couldn't eat it anymore, Duke Gisoleaux was still a bit dissatisfied: "I also know that he is for the good of the country, but..."

"What about giving up a little interest in front of me? We, for the long-term interests." François touched his goatee: "For the prosperity and strength of the country, we should sacrifice a little, five years, In ten or twenty years, we will not only be able to recover our costs, but I can be sure that you will always get more than you lose!"

"Second." Berhemond nodded and agreed: "Ryan is worthy of our trust. The current concession is to allow him to flex his muscles and let him do it. With him, we won't suffer. Look at François. How much has this old fox earned."

"Poldero will also respond to the king's call." Duke Boderek also made up his mind.

"But..." Duke Hagen was still hesitating.

"But what?" François sneered: "What's wrong? Hagen, do you think that if you play non-violent and uncooperative, Ryan will not be able to move you? Are you a holy grail knight, or the queen of the first holy grail knight Belen? People, are they amazing?"

Duke Hagen said nothing.

"I'm telling you, Ryan is the lady's chosen champion, and the heir recognized by Landuin himself, and he has the full support of His Royal Highness the Green Knight and His Royal Highness Morgiana! Oh, yes, he is still Suria's husband. , My son-in-law." François continued: "You are right that others can't move, can't Ryan also be able to move you? There are definitely a lot of people in your family who are willing to be dukes!"

The Duke of Hagen was suddenly terrified, and his whole body was cold.

He finally nodded painfully: "I see, tax cuts and encouraging population circulation are okay, but how about building fortresses? Really want to build five large fortresses, and we have to pay for it? Isn't it an exaggeration?"

"Fortress repair, I think my son-in-law made a fuss a little bit." Francois smiled and nodded, and he casually said: "Ryan attaches great importance to defense and understandably, but this is obviously to defend against a huge and comprehensive invasion. Could the northern barbarians suddenly organize a chaotic army of two to three million people to go south?"

"Yes, and Kislov and the empire bear the brunt of the barbarian going south." Berhemond agreed: "Tax reductions are okay. You can repair the fortress. Let's wait for your Majesty's return."

"Yeah, if it is not useful, it will cost the people and money. It is not worth it, not worth it, to spend energy on guarding and maintaining it." Boderek also smiled: "The barbarians don't have that ability."

"Hahahaha! Come on, go on!"

"How long did the Empire's Norsca Expedition win?"

"I bet a bullwhip, the chaos won't come in a short time, don't worry!"