Warhammer Throne

In ancient times, when the world was not yet divided.

Everything is still shrouded in fog, and the world is full of rocks, giant trees and immortal ancient dragons.

Until one day, the ancient sages descended on the mortal world, and they built two portals to the South Pole and the North Pole.

Changes have occurred, new races, new civilizations, and the ancient sages have changed the entire world according to their wishes. The dragon clan is still strong, but no longer dominates, and differences are born.

Noble elves, stubborn dwarves, and complex humans.

Cold and hot, life and death, light and darkness.

Mortals once stupidly chose to believe in the power of order. They gradually evolved their own culture under the guidance of the ancient sage. The elves learned magic from the servants of the ancient sage, and the dwarves learned forging and smelting techniques from the ancient sage.

Humans have learned the two ends of the snake and the rat and the learning ability of the ancient sage.

How stupid.

Finally, the true **** from the subspace brought a true civilization to this world.

The servants of the four gods came to the mortal world, they destroyed the portal of the ancient sage, and endless demons poured out from the portal.

The true gods were only one step away from ruling the world, however, they eventually encountered some trivial setbacks.

The first generation of Phoenix King Enariou led the elves to stand up, and it released the power of the sword of Kane and allowed the elves to complete the maelstrom.

Grimmnir, one of the three main gods of the dwarves, penetrated into the realm of chaos. It prevented the original demon prince's plan to enshrine the gods. Since then, chaos can no longer give birth to new gods.

Finally, in the last great expedition of his life, Charlemagne defeated Moka, the "Unifier" chosen by the first Chaos Eternal God, and laid the majestic territory of the current empire.

Since then, the era of mankind has begun.

However, there will eventually be a day when the fire goes out, and at that time, only darkness will remain in the world.

At the end of February 2515 of the imperial calendar, Auster, in the Chaos-occupied area, near the ruins of the von Zhukov castle.

With terrible groans and howls, the Hellfire Sword and Black Iron Tomahawk whirled like a hurricane, cutting off a piece of flesh and blood from an Auster leader civilian, no matter how the civilian wailed and begged for mercy, then When he was dying, the executioner never stopped any movement, until the whole body of the Oster leader was plucked from his body, leaving only a skeleton, and the executioner comfortably put down the axe and sword in his hand. Kick this skeleton out with one kick.

The skeleton fell from a high place along a small hill. Along the slope, there was a huge pit the size of two or three castles. The bones of the mountain were piled up in this huge pit in a disorderly manner. The whole corpse pit I don't know how many corpses have been piled up inside.

Dark Iron Mott is wearing a set of black chaos cursed god-given armor. He put down the hellfire sword and black iron battle axe in his hand, and Chaos Eternal God chose the ice blue eyes behind the black mask tightly. On, he enjoyed this moment.

The pleasure of revenge greatly inspired the new Chaos Eternal Chosen. He could feel his tired and depressed heart comforted, and he seemed to have the power to continue fighting.

For the time being, only temporarily, Chaos Eternal God chose to look at the huge corpse, with more than 300,000 human bones buried in it. The smell of revenge was so sweet that Mottjin finally felt that he had recovered some passion.

The passion to continue fighting and conquering.

"This is the price, this is the price of your slaughter of my hometown, Oster leader." Motkin put down his weapon, he wanted to speak, but he found that what came out of his voice was not promise. The low Gothic language of the Skars is a demonic language, which is deep, distorted, and full of echoes from subspaces.

These voices can still be understood and understood by his subordinates. No one knows the reason, but it is like being hungry and wanting to eat or thirsty to drink water. Everyone can understand what Mottjin is talking about.

Oleg von Zhukov must die.

Von-Zhukov Castle has been reduced to ruins. The original splendid and full of souvenirs, paintings, and historical relics of the castle are now only a piece of white land. After conquering the castle, Mottkin ordered the slaughter three times, the first The second time, when he broke through the outer defenses of the castle, Mottkin ordered the massacre. The second time he blasted the gate of the castle, he ordered the massacre again. The third time, it was discovered that imperial troops and refugees were using the castle’s internal defense facilities and tunnels to resist. At that time, Mottkin burned down the whole city even more coldly.

Countless axes and swords that burned the fire of **** have witnessed the destruction of Von Zhukov’s castle and the massacre of at least 300,000 people. Now, the proud ancestral castle of the Elector Von Zhukov’s family has gone from It disappeared on the map, Oleg witnessed it with his own eyes. From now on, he can only find the memories of his home on the ruins.

Thinking of this, Mottkin almost laughed.

This is the price, this is the price of Oleg's evil deeds!

You destroyed my hometown, and I also destroyed yours!

We did not infringe on the waters of the rivers. We had never been ignorant of our lives. We originally had our own kingdoms. It was you! You are the one who ruined all of this. Since you did this, don't blame me for being ruthless!

Mottkin had already ordered all the tombs of the ancestors of the von Zhukov family to be excavated, and all the ashes of the ancestors of the von Zhukov family were raised, and then everything was destroyed in a fire.

The Chaos Eternal God's Choice looked around. He was surrounded by his guards. All the Chaos Four Gods blessed the Chosen "Crimson Reaper" Legion. These loyal and brave Chaos God's Chosen warriors vowed to follow Mottjin. Until the end of the world.

Mottkin laughed fiercely. For hundreds of years, this period of time has made the Chaos Champion Lord feel that vitality has returned to his body. Revenge is the only thing to consider.

Oleg von Zhukov must die.

This is the only reason Mottkin is still insisting.

What no one knows is that the soul and body of this chaotic eternal **** are all trapped in the quagmire of chaos. The blessings from the four chaotic gods are also a terrible curse. The gifts of the evil gods are not blessed by normal people, but Even Mottkin, a champion with powerful strength, is also tortured. Mottkin knows very well that the chaotic will he has spent hundreds of years against is eroding and corrupting his will more and more. He works hard. The humanity and character that have been preserved for hundreds of years are quickly dying out.

"Power needs a price." The Dark Iron Avenger murmured, and he raised his hand: "The fire will be extinguished."

He has been relying on the anger of vengeance to fight against the erosion of the evil god, but now, the wish has been half fulfilled, the anger is slowly extinguishing, without anger, it is difficult to resist the erosion of chaos.

If this continues, sooner or later, he will become a plaything of Chaos, a tool used to destroy the world. After losing himself, he will lead the army to continue southward, as Chaos expected, until the entire mortal world is plunged into war...or fall into In the eternal darkness.

Mottkin didn’t want this. The mighty King of the North always believed that the Norskars and the Empires were not incapable of coexisting. Everyone could have peace and harmony. We were originally compatriots, although we chose different paths. For the deity, the two parties shouldn't have this kind of life-and-death relationship.

But this is fate, since I prayed to Chaos for strength, all this has been irreversible.

If he dark iron Mottkin is destined to fall into the darkness, then he has only one small goal left, the last task, and the last debt to be dealt with clearly.

Just near the ruins of Von-Zhukov’s castle, tens of thousands of chaotic troops are being gathered one after another. Hundreds of Chaos Chosen, Chaos Warriors, Chaos Wizards, Barbarian War Chiefs, and Barbarian Shamans are waiting for Chaos Eternal God's Chosen. Ordered, his banner officer held aloft the banner that sealed the terrifying demon Kaghank.

More than 70,000 chaotic army black clothes and black armor, murderous.

More than a dozen Chaos Demon Legions are gearing up, waiting for Mortkin's instructions to hunt mortal souls and enjoy destruction.

The Chaos Dragon Sculex-the Great also spread his wings and hovered above the sky.

Mottkin looked at his army, he looked at the chaos warriors who were waiting for his order, and an emotion called guilt arose in the heart of Eternal God's Choice.

It's him, it's all his orders.

The beginning of the Barbarossa plan was extremely successful. The Chaos Army was divided into three routes and went south. It was enough to invade the core area of ​​the empire before the empire reacted, burning, looting, and enjoying victory. It was to take this opportunity to severely damage Charlemagne. The empire made them tremble before the will of the dark god.

But his desire for revenge and stubborn orders overwhelmed everything. He continued to make frontal attacks. In the battle of Von-Zhukov Castle, Chaos lost more than 100,000 people. In addition, the lack of his personal command led to the defeat of Beka. The Battle of Fern, and the forcible order of the cruel Getwar to lead an army of Beastmen to deal with the Knight King Ryan, which eventually led to the tragic failure of the Battle of the Three Kings.

The loss in the Battle of Bekafen exceeded 50,000, and the army of the Three Kings in the Battle of the Beastmen was almost wiped out. Coupled with the loss of the Battle of Olengrad and the Battle of Herzig, the Chaos Army has lost nearly three since it went south. One hundred thousand people.

Mottkin, you are a scumbag! Damn it! waste! As the Eternal God of Chaos, how many of the northern wasteland, Kurgan and Norsca heroes have you lost in the empire for your own selfish desire? How many stupid and pathetic souls have you given to the true God for revenge, making them playthings of the true God?

it was all your fault! Mottkin!

it was all your fault! ! !

The feeling called guilt made Mottjin's heart like a knife, and everything was as expected by the four true gods. This great invasion made the four true gods very satisfied. His army had fallen too deep and was hopeless. , They all feel that they are on the road to glory, on the road to ascend to the devil, they will win the blessings of the four true gods through war and receive unimaginable rewards.

Only in the depths of Mottkin’s heart is it clear that everyone is the plaything of the Four Gods. The lives of these people are worthless in the eyes of the Four Gods. They are just toys for fun. The true God takes it if he finds it interesting, and takes it if he is boring. Go throw it away.

The King of the North cursed himself. He knew that not only he could not stop this degeneration, but he was even stepping up his efforts and fueling the flames. These fighters loyal to him would soon continue to join the next Battle of Wolfenburg.

The empire’s news that there are still 200,000 Chaos troops is false. The main force of Mottkin, who has been attacked by the undead knights in the periphery and the army, is actually only about 100,000 left. This is All his remaining troops, now in the entire Oster Nation, the Eternal God's Choice has no soldiers to adjust.

That’s right, there are two hundred thousand new Chaos reinforcements in the northern wasteland. But Mottkin knew he couldn’t wait. The army of Knight King Ryan-Makado had arrived in Herzig, and there were more than 60,000 people in the south of the empire. The army had arrived in Tarabeheim, and there was no time to wait for reinforcements to arrive on the front line.

If you want to take down Wolfenburg and Oleg's head, you must hurry up.

They didn't know anything, Mottkin thought painfully in his heart, knowing nothing, a bunch of idiots.

Mottkin, are you satisfied like this? Killed the lives of three to four hundred thousand good men on the southern land.

Is it really worth it?

The sky of Oster is still shrouded in black smoke, the army has been assembled, and the loyal Crimson Reaper Legion has lined up in a tight array along the surroundings, waiting for Mortkin’s orders. Choosing Hal-Eye of Eternity put away the dissatisfaction in his eyes, and is also waiting for Mottkin's order.

The fire will be extinguished, and the future swallowed by darkness lies ahead.

The passion for fighting and the blood for facing the challenge are fading from Mottkin's body. Deep guilt and self-blame fill the heart of the Chaos Chosen Champion, and now only the power of revenge is still driving him forward.

The King of the North got up from the throne made of the dead bones and funerary objects of the ancestors of the Von-Zhukov family.

"Now, my revenge has reached the last step." The majestic figure of the king of the north flickered with red light, and the huge chaotic energy formed an energy field around Mottjin's body. Such a scene is undoubtedly favored by the dark gods. Said that Mottkin is fully capable of harnessing these energies and turning them into a war machine to destroy the fortress.

"I don't have the right to ask you to die, you guys, this is my revenge." Motkin slowly picked up his weapon from the ground, and the icy blue eyes inside the helmet burst into chaotic light. Smoke-like light.

Above the entire castle ruins, there was silence, and the king of the Northland strode forward, his every step making a crisp sound above the ruins.

"But are you willing to follow me, the last time?"

The Crimson Reapers of the Guards lined up in a straight array. These selected warriors who were blessed by the Chaos Four Gods felt their king’s determination. None of the warriors had to say a word. They all raised their weapons and let go. On his chest, he banged his breastplate in greeting.

This is the highest level of etiquette of the northern barbarians.

They will follow Mottjin forever, even in the realm of chaos.

"There is only one goal, the first level of Oleg von Zhukov!"

"For Chaos! For Dark Iron-Mottkin!!!"

"Set off!"