Warhammer Throne

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Strescu, the dragon of chaos-the great never realized that this war would end in such a sloppy and overcrank way!

That's it? That's it? ! Did Mottkin get into Nuruli's brain and give it to him?

Strescu-The Great opened his wings angrily, and the Chaos Dragon spit out a flaming breath toward the ground of Wolfenburg.

And there is the position of the old guards. These veterans of the Hundred Wars are lined up in the most orderly line. They said nothing or said nothing, but firmly looked at the forward and observed the movement nearby. , Seeing the Chaos Demon Dragon flying towards here, they also did not waver at all like steel, not afraid of the dragon's might, but automatically scattered.

Strescu's anger never ceases, and the dragon cannot accept such a result.

For the dragons, they once ruled the world, they were once the overlords of the world, even after the ancient sage descended on the dragon's majesty, the powerful dragons still have the ability to change the entire battlefield situation.

However, the difficulties faced by dragons are more than these. Because the ancient sage has changed the planetary orbit, the dragon is no longer adapted to the current climate of the mortal world. Most of the dragons have begun to enter the sleep mode, but there are still a few dragons. The greed for wealth and power stayed in the mortal world, and became the target of hunting and enslaving mortals... and at the same time being hunted by mortals.

Of course, although the dragon is very resistant, it is also subject to Chaos Corruption. The original dragon Karlosi once led an army of true elves to resist the invasion of Chaos. The Great Demon allowed Karlossi to kill himself but allowed Corruption and Chaos. The wind penetrated into the dragon, and Karlosi could not control his madness. Since then, he has become the first Chaos Dragon. Since then, Chaos Dragons have been born continuously. These dragons never feel that they have fallen or fell into Chaos. They have always felt that they are a cooperative relationship with Chaos. Perhaps for mortals, falling into Chaos means hopelessness, but Chaos Dragons do have capital. They are not so easy to control, and they have a certain degree of autonomy.

Just like Strescu, the destructive breath of this giant dragon poured down and dyed the sky colorful.

But the knight army is not without any preparations. The sanctuary witch Aurora roared and ordered the highest element lord of the ice system, Creshir, who was thirty to forty meters tall and forced Aurora to sign on the spot. After signing the agreement to sacrifice more than fifty portions of gingerbread, one hundred portions of reindeer meat, and three hundred bottles of vodka, Aurora readily agreed upon seeing Ryan nodding her head.

So Clayhill called for an ice storm that stretched for thousands of meters, which greatly changed the situation on the battlefield. The Chaos Army was enveloped in terrible ice and snow, and the fire in Wolfen City was extinguished by the Lord of the High Frost Ice Element. Chaos Hell The cannon was frozen, and the weapons that the Chaos Dwarf was proud of could not be activated.

"Marshal Winter is here! Marshal Winter is here to support us! Long live Marshal Winter!" The old guards were protected by Clayhill. The soldiers cheered. The giant ice wall blocked the Chaos Dragon. With Dragon's Breath, Strescu faced the huge fist thrown by the Supreme Lord of the Ice Element, and his face changed slightly. It immediately flapped its wings and drew away to the side.

This flash, the speed slowed, gave the Nur Iron Armored the opportunity to be ready to go. More than two hundred armor-piercing blasting projectiles produced by the Veronica Magic Workshop were loaded into the best long-tube firecrackers in the old world. Within, under the command of Commander-in-Chief Jubal Fokker, the Nur Armored Army exploded dozens of wounds on the body of the Chaos Dragon in just one round under the command of Commander-in-Chief Jubal Fok. At the beginning, it became more and more violent, and the wings spread out and flew towards the position of the Nur Iron Armored Army.

"I am Strescu-the great, I am the destroyer of the destiny, unstoppable, irreversible, I am the great..."

"For Tal!"

"???" Strescu's chest hurt, a black feather arrow pierced its body along the wound of the steam tank prototype Indomitable, and penetrated the flesh and blood, in the middle. Its heart, with an arrow of natural supernatural power burning Thar's flame, broke through the tendon and pierced into the atrium.

Just among the old guards, the commander of the old guards, the Marshal of Bretania, the Baron of Nottingham, and Tal’s pick Bertrand-Tal’s eyes were firm. He stood up straight and relaxed. Slowly lowered the Tal's bow, the Tal's holy emblem on his forehead was shining, and the hero stood proudly on the ground.

"No! No!!!" The Chaos Dragon ran around, covering its chest with its hands, and after whirling back and forth several times in the air, it fell heavily into the ruins of Wolfenburg, and after twitching several times, that was it. Died.

"Good job! Bertrand, good job!" Knight King Lane looked at Bertrand approvingly.

"You are very good, the helm of the old guards." Morgiana was not to be outdone when she saw this. The Lake God Witch chanted a few sacred scriptures and poems softly, and Bertrand suddenly felt a presence on her neck. A brand-new amulet with terrifying power: "This is a blessing from the lady, it allows you to avoid curses and evil magic."

"Thank you endlessly!" Bertrand found the opportunity to be even a little proud, and he bowed his head to accept the praise from Mogiana and Ryan.

With the death of the Chaos Dragon, the final resistance of the Chaos Army in Wolfenburg also came to an end.

The human army is already very exhausted, unable to catch up with the defeated chaotic army,

However, there was no cheering on the battlefield. The status quo of the whole city is really miserable. Needless to say, the horror of the Oersteds. With the last Chaos army out of sight, the mortals are helpless. cry.

It is not a celebration of victory, no celebration, no triumph to show off the might, no joy of sharing the spoils, no glory and ambition after the victory of the Three Kings Battle.

Chaos across the country, the world is full of ruined cities, the wailing of townspeople, civilized factions or majestic buildings torch, and the exquisite and beautiful literature and art are silent.

The army has failed repeatedly and financially stretched. The wild beasts are raging, the chaotic army has been slaughtered all the way, the climate has cooled, and the plague has spread. The empire has to concentrate all its forces to defend against foreign enemies. Its army is strong but weak, and its cities are in the ocean. The isolated islands rely on them to protect civilization. Mottkin’s anger burned the entire Auster lands. All the empires could do was to rule their feared army and use the empire’s increasingly precious wealth. To resist the darkness, to guard civilization.

When the last Auster army opened the gate of the Bull Fort, the elector Vamil von Zhukov looked at his city as a large area of ​​ruins. When he dropped the sword in his hand, he knelt on the ground. When he couldn't help crying loudly and kept thanking the old world gods for their gifts and the timely arrival of reinforcements, even the Bretonians couldn't help showing a sad expression.

Over the years, under the leadership of the Knight King Ryan, the Kingdom of the Knights of Breton has been winning and winning, one after another brilliant victories, and the war dividends that are higher than one, almost make the Bretons forget. The taste of failure.

"This is not a victory." The Kingdom Regent Raun took the sword of Kurona into its sheath, and said to Bohemond, "This is the rest of his life."

"The empire is so big, the territory is vast, the border is very long, big and empty, riots within the territory are everywhere, and the prosperous interior is really weak." The pinnacle of the domain has half-footed into one of the strongest Holy Grails in Bretania, and the Duke of Red Dragon reluctantly shook his head: "It's riddled with holes, I've been thinking about it, Emperor Karl-Franz Have you had a good night's sleep after ascending to the throne?"

"I don't know, but I can be sure that since your Majesty's accession to the throne, everyone can get a good night's sleep every day." Duke Hagen suffered multiple injuries. After coming out, the Duke of Gisoleaux was fine after emergency treatment, but at least he had to cultivate for a few months.

"Only he did it, and only he succeeded." Raun's heart rose with more sentiment, and the Kingdom Regent's heart was greatly touched. The Knight Kingdom is now in another golden age and heyday for hundreds of years, so Only Ryan has done the brilliant Wenji martial arts. Asking himself, Ryan has deduced more than once what he would do if he were the king of knights.

To be sure, Raun is also interested in changing the status quo, and he can also imagine that he will also try to reform and try to change the decaying knight aristocracy crazy oppression and exploitation of the serf class, trying to ease the knight aristocracy and serfs more and more Sharply contradictory.

However, he knew that he couldn't do this for Ryan, it was impossible, absolutely impossible.

When a mistake becomes a habit, it is difficult to change.

Over the past millennia, various systems have gradually formed, and various rules and practices have also been formed. There are good and bad in these rules and conventions, and most of them are bad. If it hadn't been for such a huge external pressure, Raun knew that the knights and nobles would have pulled their hips into the cesspool long ago.

Some knights are dull, some knights are greedy, some knights are dull and greedy.

Lawn can change, he can make corrections through the authority of the king, he can establish new laws, and he can also make great expeditions... If he is a knight king, he knows he can do a lot of things, maybe the knight kingdom will get better , Will become brighter under his supervision, and the combat effectiveness will be stronger under his supervision.

That's how Richard came to the throne with ambition to become the knight king.

However, no one would cut down the ladder he used to climb the attic. He could repair it, but could not touch the foundation of the knight aristocracy, because that was his basic board.

It is impossible for him to have the power of Ryan to break through the entire system and turn decay into a magical power. He cannot have this kind of power that smashed everyone's jobs, but he changed to a bigger and more beautiful bowl. He did not have this kind of Ryan to move away. The original ladder, I made a new ladder on the spot and used it smoothly, so that the old ladder had to take the initiative to ask Ryan to use him more, saying don't always use your new ladder, I can use the power.

Raun is still thinking, the Breton army has begun to sweep the battlefield.

"Where is Oleg! Where is he?" On the battlefield, Riemann Ruth was looking for Oleg's figure: "Oleg! Where are you? We won! Where did you go?"

There was no echo, only the white smoke rising from the whole city, the sound of ashes, and the heavy snow in the sky.

"Oleg! Where are you? We have made an appointment! I will take you to the Fang Fortress in Assagem! I will tell you our history personally! I will let you tell Bjorn those jokes, I will introduce Logan and them to you, as well as Ragnar-Blackmane! Now we have won, where are you?" Liman Ruth was already a little gagged, and the Wolf King yelled: "Come out, even if it's Bloodclaw (Recruits) Nor should they make such bad jokes!"

The answer to him was still silence. Riemann Russ searched the city back and forth, and soon the Elector of Varmir and his son Vasily von Zhukov also joined the search, and the only remaining twenty Six bull riders and seventy-three Oster black guards.

Thirty minutes later, Oleg's body was finally found.

This is a corpse that has been almost completely disfigured. His face is completely invisible. Even his body has been burned beyond recognition in the city's fire. Everyone is leaning on the golden bull knee pads on Oleg's greaves. With the broken sword of Ivan the Terrible in his hand, he finally recognized his identity.

Everyone was speechless.

This is how Oleg von Zhukov, the first-in-line heir to the Elector of Oster and the Grand Duke, Baron Wolfen, the Conqueror of Norsca, and who accomplished countless great achievements, died here.

The Elector of Wamir silently accepted the ending that his beloved son had died, and the soldiers and nobles who had followed Oleg for more than ten years could not help crying. He brought an unprecedented experience to Oleg. The glory of Wang also caused Quan Ling to fall into disaster.

Liman Ruth looked at his heirs and his students like this. The Space Wolf Gene Progenitor opened his mouth. He wanted to say but couldn't say anything. He took two deep breaths, and finally carried a heavy breath. The nasal voice said: "Well, at least you die like a man, Oleg, there is a kind!"

"He died like a warrior." At this moment, Knight King Ryan and Rick Marshal Helberg approached, Ryan frowned and said to Liman Ruth: "Brother, it's not your fault."

"It's not my fault, isn't it your fault!!" Li Manruth slammed a punch back and blasted directly to Ryan's face. The iron fist pierced the sound barrier and smashed the falling snowflakes: "enough!"

"Not enough." Ryan stretched out his hand to catch Ruth's fist. The Wolf King didn't use any force, and the Knight King said coldly: "Now, are you satisfied? Is this the result you want?"

"I will compensate you for your loss!" Liman Ruth snarled at Ryan condescendingly: "I have gained a lot of wealth in the Far East, and I will give you all! All! Think of it as compensation! Get out of here! Me! I need someone to be quiet for a while, get out!"

"It's you who should get off! Riemann Russ! I don't want your compensation! Give me the lives of my soldiers!" Ryan directly drew the Nemesis to Liemann Russ throat, and the King of Knight opened his mouth. Open, there seems to be a fire burning in my eyes: "More than two thousand soldiers died in battle, and more than five thousand wounded! Does it feel good to be pushed against your throat with a weapon by your brother? You just take the spear that your father gave you. Come to kill the brothers? Then why didn't you kill Horus in the first place?!"

After being yelled like this, Riemann Ruth seemed to be a little awake. The Wolf King roared in pain, and reached out his hand to poke the Nemesis away from his throat: "You are teaching me to do things? Boy? Who do you think you are?"

Ryan laughed angrily.

Yes, this is Riemann Ruth.

To the emperor, he is a good tool man, a good son who is obedient, and to the space wolf, he is a good king who is approachable, an amiable and good Primarch, and a good leader of Yi Bo Yuntian.

But for colleagues and brothers, Liman Ruth and his space wolf are not so beautiful.

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"Enough!" The Elector Wamir finally spoke. At this time, the Elector could not hide his sadness, and big tears fell on the plate armor on his chest: "I beg you. Stop arguing, okay? Please give a little respect to a father who has lost his child, okay?"

The argument stopped.

Sorting out the ruins of Wolfenburg is an extremely long work. Ryan handed the matter to Raun and Heilberg to arrange. He wanted to sleep for a while, but only took a three-hour rest. It was dawn. Ryan then got up early and sat blankly on the steps in front of the Bull Castle.

Not far away, the farewell ceremony of Oleg’s remains was underway. The Oersted managed to stuff a ball of burnt and rotten meat named Oleg into their clothes, and then put an iron mask on the face of the remains. Finally formed the shape of a person.

The purple thistle flower was placed on the chest of the body. It was the symbol of the Oster collar and the flower of province. The priest was praying.

Ryan is not from the Empire and has nothing to do with Oleg. He didn't participate, just sat there and watched.

This battle was not considered a success, and the rush march came. The person to be rescued was not saved. The task to be completed was not completed. On the contrary, the loss was not small. If it were not for saving the last 20,000 Austrians of the Dwarf Butcher King, Alaloth and the Bull Fort The Defender of St. Stewart still had some results, and Ryan should apologize to everyone.

"That Chaos Eternal God's Choice originally wanted to fight and die." Liman Ruth slowly walked to the side of Ryan, the Wolf King sat down, and his voice was low and painfully said: "He wants to use one. An epic duel put an end to everything about me."

"But he soon discovered that no matter what he did, he would still please the Chaos Four Gods." Ryan slowly nodded, and the Knight King watched as the flame was lit, and Oleg's body was gradually surrounded by flames: "He is fighting with us. The Four Chaos Gods like to hear and hear. Whether it is victory or defeat, it is within the Cthulhu's expectations, so he decided to commit suicide. Only this choice will make the Four Gods angry and surprised."

"Let's reconcile." Liman Ruth stretched out his hand towards Ryan: "It's my fault, I'm sorry."

"It's not like you, elder brother." Ryan frowned. Which one is Wolf King playing?

"Because my father asked me to apologize to you." Ruth's voice was very sincere: "So, I apologize to you, let's reconcile!"

Ryan: "..."