Warhammer Throne

There is a reason why Kislov's army is late.

Facts have proved that Rokosovsky’s judgment can be described as accurate. The evil believers are indeed bored during the long siege, so they have a party on their own, but the fear of abuse believers are different. These guys have no skulls and blood to hunt. , And was forced to obey Eslin’s orders and was confined to one place, so the fire had already been filled, and there was no place to vent, and soon the camp in the forest became a **** arena.

The blood **** never asked the origin of the blood. Once a horror group ravaged the empire of Tarabek, the two horror champions shared the glory of the skull king. As a result, the deputy commander got the oracle of horror, let him Go and kill the coach.

Therefore, when Rokosovsky led Kislov’s army to the edge of the camp of Skar-Bloodfury, the **** of fear, none of the devotees noticed that someone was coming. Everyone was talking to themselves Carnage.

But even so, Kislov’s army still took a lot of time to resolve the battle. The horrified believers will not admit defeat like the evil believers. It was alone who challenged everyone in Kislov, and in the end, dozens of swords were in a coma and dragged away by the guards.

The Norskars are now at a loss. Even the octagonal starburst of Norscar's supreme king Islin’s powerful guards doesn’t know what to do. They face the enemy’s siege from three directions. No one knows what to do. Give priority to whom to deal with and give their backs to whom, the Norskars originally relied on weak tribes, clans and beliefs to maintain the most basic command system. Now under the chaos of the command system, they continue to retreat until they retreat. Refundable.

Mrs. Kiesler took advantage of this opportunity to sweep the enemy like a raging cloud. They killed any barbarian they saw. Many chaos champions and barbarian champions also died under the knights who were eager for revenge and eager to prove themselves, two The Great Holy Grail, the Duke of Boderek and the Marquis of Turas, killed several chaos champions and barbarian champions one after another.

"Oh, a great day, this must be Valaya’s blessing. I will use my gun to make holes in these barbarians!" Bellegar’s eldest son, Solgrin, used the **** to hit one. On the chaos warrior's calf, he took his vengeance gun and shot his helmet: "Bang!"

"Purge, hatred!" The tomahawk of the Norsca dwarf prince was deeply embedded in the head of a barbarian champion, and Torgard's voice was full of hatred: "Today, Norsca biss!"

The number of Norscars gradually decreased to five thousand, and the rest was the essence. The Norscars gradually retreated, and the human dwarf coalition was deliberately advancing, but at this time everyone was also exhausted, Brittany The demi-humans were dissatisfied, hungry in their abdomen, and could not withstand the severe cold. Kislov's army also experienced a bitter battle. The battle gradually stopped. The human dwarf coalition surrounded the Norskars in the camp and hurryed. Time to allocate dry food to alleviate hunger.

At this time, everyone's eyes have been placed on the scene of the championship duel in the big camp.

The two brave men of their respective races can now fight wholeheartedly, everything in the world has disappeared, and now only two people in the camp are left.

"Your legion has collapsed, Yankee, you and your evil **** have abandoned you, and your story will end today, under my sword." Calad's voice is cold, he is testing, Norsca's supreme How much power does Wang have yet to use?

"Really? You don't understand, cowardly Southerner." Eslin panted, and the confrontation between the two sides formed hundreds of wind blades, and both of them sent fierce violent blows: "You are not weak, I don't understand. Why do you believe in the mysterious witch who hides in the bottom of the lake all day? You did not embrace the real civilization, you are worthy to be the favored one of the dog **** or the zombie god."

"...Madam, it will lead Brittania and me to victory." Calade is also panting. This battle is destined to be a high-intensity duel. The two unparalleled warriors have used what they have learned all their lives and come up. It's a super killer move. Every blow of Earl Garment can be enough to kill a Rick guard, but at most it can only make Eslin back one step. Every move of the Norscar Supreme King is enough to make a whole promise. The German army trembled, but only a few sparks hung on Kalad's blade.

Both sides did not relax, swords and axes slashed like blood and romantic days, Durandale illuminates the battlefield with holy light, and the two people turned into vague phantoms with thunder, and every sound of their confrontation echoed with the clang of soldiers and iron. Voice, each of their actions is like finding a way to the point in an intricate maze.

"The future is endless darkness, and the true **** is destined to destroy the world! Mortal resistance is only a futile struggle. Only becoming a demon prince and becoming a servant of our lord is the only way to survive!" Eslin roared, At the same time, the Chaos Rune Demon Sword in his hand swung a wave of blood, and the **** battle axe cut it down as a landslide, blasting the solid snow and land under the camp into large pieces of debris: "You never know the true **** of the North. Great, those fragile little gods in the south? Ridiculous and sad!"

Kalad escaped the slash of the blood battle axe, Durandale's sword tip picked off the onslaught of the Chaos Demon Sword, and with a backhand, Eselin was forced to retreat. He showed a sneered expression: "Just like Egil- Red eyes? Just like Tamu Khan? What a great champion of Chaos Chosen? I'm so scared! Or the number one demon under the Tricky Seat? Carlos-Weaver of Destiny?"

Iselin roared angrily, and he whirled around and turned into a whirlwind of destruction: "Whirlwind!"

The four chaotic gods danced wildly, and everything beside him turned into **** under his attack. Numerous pieces of wood and snow bloomed in the sky of smoke and turned into a distorted winter landscape. The two were like exhaust fans. Quickly dispelling all these distorted scenery, Kalad relied on a subtle step to dodge, and then provoked a sharp sword to pierce into Islin's arm armor.

The arm armor shattered and the blade pierced into the forearm. This was the first drop of blood in this battle.

Eslin did not stop attacking, the four Chaos Gods’ Chosen spins faster. He concentrated all his power, twisted his body to the limit in Calad’s incredible gaze, and then the blood battle axe swept across Calad’s calf gaiters, dwarf The Grimmnir master armor created by the master runecrafter was also shattered by Eselin’s supreme power. Several cracks appeared on the surface of the vibrating gold and then broke. Kalad suddenly felt the pain like a broken bone. He had to take a step back.

But fortunately, this hot pain showed that it was a bruise, and the calf was not injured.

The two sides fought again, as if the entire camp, as if the entire Groward Forest, as if the entire Kislov land was witnessing the showdown, under the extremely cold snowy sky in January, under the claw sea ice Above the sealed ocean, the duel between Karad and Eslin continued.

After a round of fierce battle, Calad was very keen to find that Iselin’s physical strength and injuries were recovering quickly. He was blessed by the four chaotic gods, sucking all of Calad’s attacks like a sponge, and was looking for a counterattack. By chance, the chaotic energy field on him was constantly flashing, seeming to laugh at the mortal's self-defeating ability.

And even if Calad is the Great Holy Grail of the Sanctuary, his physical stamina is not endless. In the extremely violent duel, the physical strength of both sides is consumed very quickly, but Isling recovers faster than Calad, and Calad is in the hands of Durandale waved incessantly. He knew that Iselin was trying to drag him into the quagmire, and he would never let Iselin succeed.

"You are indeed a warrior. Few people can let me taste this level of duel. I heard that you defeated Ulfric, very good." Eslin said during the battle, Norsca Supreme King. A lot of sweat dripped on his forehead, mixed with blood: "I will treasure your skull to prove that you are a great opponent."

"The same is true for you." Karad gasped, and Earl Galament acknowledged Eslin's point of view: "This proves that the lady's love for me will never lose to your evil god, and I will be here. End your story."

"Let me say aside, the goddess who has been hiding at the bottom of the lake all day is not a true god. There are only four true gods in the subspace." Aisling's chaotic rune magic sword whizzed past Calad's cheek, cutting off his sideburn hair. Lie: "Fake crickets, are you embarrassed to compete with the true god?"

"There is no counterfeit to win the truth." Karad seems to have given up arguing with Eselin. Around them, everyone on the battlefield stopped, waiting for the outcome of the duel, Earl Galament once again Launching an offense, his swordsmanship is simply superb, and Eslin's dual-wielding defense is difficult to completely resist Calad's offensive: "Just like you are to Mottkin."

When Calad said that the blood-red eyes in Iselin’s helmet suddenly fluctuated. He seemed to be stinged. Calad immediately seized the opportunity. He used Durandale to separate the Chaos Rune Sword and took it straight to Islin’s neck. , Eslin was shocked and hurried to evade, but Jianfeng still left a bleeding wound on his chest, where it was once blasted by the bear **** Bagration using the power of the three gods.

Eslin's expression was very painful, he quickly backed away and used his battle axe to push Kalad back.

"You will never win the victory until the last son of Bretania falls!" Calade roared: "We will drive you back to where you should be under the leadership of His Majesty Ryan! Apart from the earth and the endless cold, nothing deserves to be owned!"

"Shut up!!!" Eselin was also outraged. Would the Norsca people be willing to live in the icy, snowy land and deserted land of the Norsca mountains all year round? That is not their voluntary! Most Norskars were driven there because of chaos of faith, this has always been a pain in the hearts of all Norskars!

The anger brought Iselin's strength. His sword and axe took advantage of the gap between Kalad’s attacks and launched a counterattack. The rune magic sword concentrated on Kalad’s abdomen, leaving a deep sword mark on the surface of the armor. The force of retreat could not stop Islin’s fierce attack. The earth-shaking blow immediately launched a second time. At this time, Kalad’s plate shattered, and the impact sound brought by Iselin flew into the air along with the fragments of the armor. De's abdomen was pierced by Iselin, and Iselin's face was also cut with a seven-centimeter long wound by Karad!

Eselin’s body burst into colorful flames, and the Nosca Supreme King grew stronger in his anger, and the injury slowed Karad’s movements. The Sanctuary Great Holy Grail felt the smell of rust in his mouth, his muscles were sour, and his hands were slightly weak. Trembling, Count Galament knew that the victory was about to be determined next, his heart was beating wildly, and the scene of Jules' death in battle appeared before his eyes.

Do not! I will not fail here! no way!

Ulles! Please bless me!

Karad set his posture and waited for Eslin's attack.

The Supreme King Norsca turned into a deity's will walking in the world, everything he passed was turned into nothingness, the mystery of subspace and the real world was torn apart in the mortal world, he was like a just launched Giant shells, take Karad straight.

bring it on! Karad stood still, he deliberately revealed a flaw.

Eslin, who was furious, had lost the ability to think carefully. He followed Kalad’s exposed flaws and attacked. The battle axe would be able to chop off the head of the person in front of him. , Then come on, Iselin has absolute confidence in the colorful flames on his body, that is the gift of the **** of chaos!

At the moment when the soldiers met, Calad's hand gently moved the vibrating rune ring that was hung on Durandale's sword. The vibrating rune ring belonging to the silver beard, the rune on the vibrating ring quickly lit up, Norsca The heroic spirit of the dwarf lord immediately saw the dead enemy in front of him, he spoke, and spoke in the ancient and obscure language of the ancient dwarves, which was a decree received from the dwarf lord God Grunni.

The decree took effect. In an instant, the colorful flames on Eslin's body were twisted into the body of the silver beard, and they were firmly shut, sealed, and restricted. Whether the flames turned into dogs, crows, eagles or The shape of a snake can't escape for the time being, and the heroic spirit with silver beard endured great pain and turned into nothingness.

Then, Karad began to swing his sword, one arc, a perfect arc, under the blessing of the dwarven ancestor heroic spirit, Karad had never felt his swordsmanship so perfect.

"A showdown!!!"

In the next second, a soaring explosion and smoke enveloped the place where the two of them were. Debris and snowflakes rained down from the sky, and a lot of blood spewed out from the scene of the championship duel, but nothing. People know who it is, or if they have both of them, Kislov's land uttered a sky-shaking roar, and even the snow falling from the sky was scattered because of the confrontation between the two.

Who's winning? Everyone's eyes are fixed in the smoke and dust.

The ashes stirred, the smoke dissipated, and a staggering voice reluctantly stood up.

His footsteps were unsteady, he was seriously injured, and his armor was damaged everywhere, but he still stood up with pride and pride, holding a huge bleeding head in his hand and lifting it high in front of everyone. .

His hoarse roar sounded on the entire battlefield, the mountains shuddered, and the nebula trembling.

"In the name of a lady! Norsca High King, Chosen of the Four Gods of Chaos, Commander of the Norsca Mountain Legion, headed by Vamil Islin!!!"