Warhammer Throne

On January 16th, outside Olengrad, Groward Forest, the camp of the champion of the evildoer Stika.

As the son of the chief of the Settlers tribe in Norsca, Stika was boarded by the wicked demon Sezhuzhu when he was born, and soon grew into a handsome young man with a charming voice and a successful leader, who made his first attempt to plunder the coast of the Old World. Get a great harvest.

His father felt insulted and jealous of the merits of his descendants, so his son murdered the chief at a feast after a victorious raid. Afterwards, Stika's soul merged with Sezhuzhu, and the young chaos champion became the new chief of the Setrils tribe. After he sacrificed at the Sacrificial Altar, he got a suet jade-like skin, incomparably delicate chaotic armor and a snake-shaped steel sword.

Normally, the integration with the evil demon should give the champion of the evil Stica strong enough and make him famous all over the world, but this fusion does not seem to combine the strengths of the two sides, but rather put the two against each other. The desire for indulgence has mixed together, and Stika has now become a fanatic. As long as he has achieved a little victory and achievement, he can’t wait to celebrate. As a result, this guy has missed many battles and is often not on time. Meeting or observing orders, Mottkin didn't like him, so he threw him and his army to Eselin.

The prolonged siege made Stika feel very boring and boring, and the cold weather also made the evil champion scold us for wasting time in the white snowy forest. Just in the early morning of the 16th, the army of Breton Under the leadership of Calade and Boderek, he had completely smashed his outlying armies, this guy was taking off his clothes and dancing in front of the bonfire with a few wicked warriors.

"I can be used to you or change you." I saw Stika wearing only a pair of pants to show off his skin like mutton fat. Everyone showed their wonderful dance, and at the same time, everyone sang.

I have to say that although Stika's dance looks weird, it has an incomparably silky feeling. The twisted body is very symmetrical and harmonious, and it is extremely magical.

"I'm swinging with you~swing to the heavens~"

"Watching that Kane meets at the river of blood~"

"I am connected to your heart, fantasizing on the Talon Coast."

"Swim and swim in that small boat to the other side of love~"

"I came to the rampant fortress holding hands with you."

"Hold your skull as a flower and put it on your head~"

"I fly and fly with you~ flying over the chaotic wasteland."

The believers of the evil are still having a bonfire meeting, but they don't know what they are about to usher in.

Just when everyone relaxed their vigilance, an astonishing number of rocket launchers flew in the sky. A large part of these rocket launchers were blocked by the woods, but a considerable number still fell in the camp. There were bursts of explosions inside, the mark of evil was blown up, and the Norskars were bombarded into **** in the fire and shock waves.

The Norsca were puzzled for a while, no one knew what happened, but the Bretons obviously didn’t intend to give them more opportunities. Just in the freezing cedar forest, Brittany The army appeared and began to attack the Norskars.

The elite infantry regiments from Brittany marched in an array. The winter was too cold, which caused their physical strength to be exhausted very quickly, but the Norsca were slaughtered in pieces like wheat. The shouts and roars of the Norsca chiefs sounded a bit late, and his tribesmen were ripped apart by sharp blades, muskets and crossbows were shot in one piece, and the arrows fell to the ground one after another.

Some Yankees tried to pluck up the courage, armed with battle axes and flail to organize defenses, and called on everyone to use curses and anger to fight against Breton surprise attacks.

The knights did not give them any chance. The Duke of Boderek, the Marquis of Turas, and Karad personally led the knights to charge in the ice and snow. The power from the lake **** radiated light around Karad. The barbarians The blessing of chaos on the body has been weakened, and the knights have gone through the chaotic Norsca camp like gods from the sky. With every blow, the body and flesh of the Norsca are torn apart, and the resistance of the small groups is just there. End.

After a charge, Kalad immediately ordered all the knights to dismount to fight in order to save horsepower. The loud horns resounded in the woodland and brought other assault troops. The Norskars could hardly resist in the chaos.

Especially Kalad, he deliberately made his burqa and armor extremely gorgeous, and also smeared the surface of the armor with the reflective bear **** essential oil from the Church of Ersun, making him look very conspicuous in the forest, all Norsca People are attracted by Kalad's figure, chasing him, and Kalad returns with rampage and slaughter.

Therefore, when more Breton troops in the distance and the Ugol regiment led by Beria and Meletskov joined the battlefield, the failure of the Norskas was already doomed, and a small number of Norskas The chief tried to form a thin line to prevent the knights from charging, but the knights had already dismounted, and the overwhelming infantry used muskets and crossbows to defeat the Norskars' last resistance.

"My pants????" And in the chaos army, the wicked champion Stika, who was still twisting his body, screamed and shouted: "Who saw my pants? Where did I put them? ?"

There were screams everywhere, and Stika wore only a pair of pants. He went everywhere looking for his weapons and equipment, and where did his pants go.

It’s too late. The Ugol cavalry led by Beria have rushed over. These Ugols are very adaptable to fighting in cold weather. They are especially jealous when they see these dead enemies. They have no mercy, and soon The Norsca who had just eaten breakfast and had a stomach full of soup and water was crushed, and the scimitar cut back and forth. Every knife made the Ugolls show satisfaction and a grinning smile. This was revenge from the Ugos.

In the chaos army, Beria found a naked man who was almost naked, wearing only a pair of pants, and a braid standing up to the sky. Legionnaire Ugol raised his hand without thinking and gave him a shot.

"Ahhhhh! I was shot, I was shot! It's so cool!" The champion screamed, holding the bleeding wound on his stomach, "Ah, a lot of blood, it's exciting!"

"What about this batch of explosions? Your weapon?" Stika's close attendant, a high-ranking warrior hurriedly shouted.

"I'm not here!" Stika desperately shook his head, but he was finally injured and dragged out of the battlefield by his own guards and fleeing northward.

Since then, the left-wing Norsca army of about 10,000 people has completely collapsed, and the Norsca left more than 6,000 corpses and fled in embarrassment.

Kalad did not order a chase, but immediately ordered the army to spend a few minutes on the spot to adjust its state and immediately turn to the east.

There, the dwarf should have been engaged with the army of Norskar Supreme King Islin.

Karad’s guess was correct. When the Breton army rushed towards the middle of Groward Forest, the Norsca Dwarves and the Bafeng Mountain Dwarves "Mustache Revenge Team" had already crossed the front of Islin’s Central Army. Caught fire.

The surprise attack of the dwarves was extremely successful at the beginning. Iselin’s army was not prepared at all, and almost instantly defeated several Norsca camps, and Norsca High King Isilin learned that there was only one thousand. Many dwarves were shocked when they took the initiative to attack.

"Nanman actually took the initiative to go out of the city to attack us? Fight with us? In my life, I can actually see one day the dwarf voluntarily abandons the fortress to attack me?? Staying tired of the hangover, his guards even helped him put on his armor, and the Norsca Supreme King had an expression of disobedience. He felt as uncomfortable as eating Nurgle’s secret small burger, Eslin thought. Can these more than a thousand dwarves kill themselves?

Where are they confident?

Norsca’s last dwarf army, Silverbeard, was seriously injured and killed after a duel with him. Of course, Eslin himself went back to heal his wounds for decades. Now these little dwarves want to kill with these thousands of people. In front of me, it was a wishful thinking!

The Supreme King simply ordered a simple high platform to be erected in the camp and lit the brazier. He wanted to enjoy his breakfast while watching how the group of dwarves collapsed and was slaughtered under the attack of his army.

But looking at it, Eselin felt something was wrong.

This group of dwarves didn't look like they were going to attack. On the contrary, they were only satisfied with holding their positions and using long-range weapons, such as mortars and cannons produced by Olengrad, for long-range attacks.

Damn it! They didn't even intend to kill in front of me! The Nosca Supreme King finally realized the other party’s plan. Iselin stood up abruptly. He just loudly ordered the army to be too greedy, and all the troops fighting for the head of the dwarf to retreat. From his right hand, it was heard. Heavy horn sound: "Beep~Beep~Beep~"

"For the lady and the king! For Bretania!"

"Madam grants us victory!"

An army of Bretons appeared to the west, on the right hand side of Islin, now in the cold taiga and white snow, the knights of Breton and the elite of the kingdom of knights The Corps showed up.

The knights did not give any mercy to the enemy. Following Karad's order, the Breton knights rushed into the enemy line under the cover of the Urgoll archers, and rushed toward the flank of the Norsca.

The Norskars were shocked. The Yankees now realize that they are facing a new threat. A few Norskars quickly formed a thin line of defense on the flanks under the command of the chief and the barbarian champion. In a hurry, they just Pointing the tip of the spear at the enemy, the knights' impact followed.

There was no use for farts. Kalad, who was at the forefront, personally led the Poseidon knights and a large number of ranger knights as arrows, forcibly overwhelming the fragile spear array of the Norskars, riding the guns flat, raising the sharp swords, and hundreds The Norsca were killed on the spot or knocked into flight.

The front army of the Norskars collapsed, and then the infantry regiment followed closely. They wielded their weapons and marched in a neat line, shouting the name of the goddess in the lake. These have participated in the Bafeng Mountain. The soldiers of the Great Expedition are brave and fearless today, because they know that time is very short. If they can't completely defeat the opponent while the barbarians are caught off guard, then this operation is doomed to fail, and for them it is also doomed to a dead end.

In such a predicament, the Bretons exploded with great fighting power, and they beat the Norskars back and forth, unable to beat them.

"For Madam! For Granny! For Grimmner!" The roar resounded through the sky, shaking off the snow from the trees, and resounding throughout the battlefield.

The Supreme King of Norsca, Islin hurriedly ordered the army to retreat, but the front of Norsca was doomed to fail under the attack of the dwarves and Bretons, and the barbarian champion was naturally not an opponent of Kalad and others. , Horseshoe rumbling, steel impact, slabs of Norsca fell on the snow in the forest.

After Iselin paid a huge price to reorganize his army, the battle outside the camp has come to an end. The entire land has been covered by corpses, and most of them are Norskars. With the victory of the first stage, The Bretons and dwarves can already breathe a sigh of relief, ready to respond to the barbarian counterattacks.

Obviously, it is one thing to defeat the unprepared Norsca by a side charge, and it is another thing to defeat the chaos warriors wearing the chaotic plate armor of the whole body through a frontal battle. The battalion opened again, and several black torrents followed drumbeats, verbal abuse, and singing praises to the four chaotic gods, and at the same time faced the dwarves and Breton armies from two directions.

Essling commanded properly. Even if he was attacked from two sides, he and his army still had a numerical advantage. The Bretons hoped that they would defeat themselves through a wave of charges but it was a naive luxury, despite the huge losses. But Iselin still holds the odds, at least the Norscar supreme feels so.

The two sides fought fiercely for about forty minutes. Sure enough, as Eslin expected, the Bretonians were brave and tenacious, but they had begun to show fatigue. They began marching in the early morning until it was already morning. The decline of the Niah army in the severe cold and uncomfortable conditions was evident. Even though Kalad and the others fought bravely, the soldiers and knights gradually slowed down. Attacking on both sides is a huge advantage, but now this advantage is slowly being lost.

Kalad was bathed in the light of the goddess, and his body was obviously full of power from the supreme heaven. The Holy Grail personally fought on the front line. He had already ordered all the knights to dismount and fight after the two assaults. The banner was fluttering in the air, Bretania was very morale, and the dwarves moved forward bravely.

But this can’t stop the situation from getting worse. Norsca’s Supreme King Islin couldn’t help showing a cheerful expression and approved actions. He ordered his guards to attack the octagonal astral chaos champion warriors and prepare to give the battle. End.

However, just as Iselin had just thrown his bodyguard into the battlefield, on his left hand, east of Daying, in the quiet forest, there was an earth-shattering roar of battle: "Ula~Ula~Ulala Lara!!!"

It is the Kieslov army led by Rokosovsky and Kuznetsov! They spent more time than expected, but in the end they succeeded in defeating the horror **** Chosen Skar-Bloodfury's army and arrived here!

"The plan was successful! Our reinforcements are here!"

"Mrs. Keesler made it!"

"Long live madam! Long live Britania!"

"Good job! They have completed the task, this must be Valaya's blessing!"

Rage and cheers resounded on the battlefield. The inspiring sight gave the exhausted Bretons their final strength, and the Norscans were panicked when they saw this scene. They saw With the bear cavalry, wing cavalry, and the Red Navy joining the battlefield, where are the Stika and Skaar divisions that are supposed to support and cover their wings?

"Where are Stika and Skal? Why are we fighting alone now?" Norsca Supreme King Islin angrily waved his chaos rune magic sword and blood battle axe: "Traitor, incompetent! Waste! !"

At this time, even the Norsca were unable to withstand the three-sided enemy. They were defeated at an extremely fast speed. In the midst of praying for gods and forgiveness, only a few barbarians succeeded in trying to withdraw into the camp. Thousands of barbarians fell outside the camp.

Rokosovsky charged forward, and the giant bear he sat down released an extremely violent roar and stretched out his arms. The bear claws grabbed the gate and smashed the bolt of the gate. The simple gate could no longer be closed. , The camp was lost, and the Norskars were on the verge of collapse under the three-sided attack.

Norsca Supreme King Islin was forced to attack himself. He rode a steel bull and overturned the enemies who tried to rush in. Although the effect was minimal, the enemies flooded in like a tsunami. A giant bear slammed into Islin, the four gods of chaos. God selected easily swung the magic sword in his hand and chopped the giant bear into two pieces. The bear cavalry fell from the war bear and rolled a few times in the snow. He just turned over and stood up trying to challenge, **** battle. The axe fell on his forehead, and the blood blew more than one meter high.

In the chaos army, Iselin had not yet laughed tauntingly, and a two-handed knight sword burning with golden flames was slashed to the head, and a wound was cut on Iselin's waist, who could not dodge.

"You are very powerful." Eslin backed away in pain, and the Norsca High King took a closer look. The blood of the battle immediately covered Eslin's brain: "You have found the right person, Holy Grail knight, I know what you want to do. "

"Yes, your opponent is me, Norsca Supreme King." Karad appeared in front of Islin, only indifferent and firm on the face of the Holy Grail: "Come on."

In the chaos, Calad and Islin stood in the middle of the camp, ready to start the championship showdown.

They have only opponents in their eyes.

that is it.