Warhammer Throne

readx (); Northern Old World, northeast of the snow kingdom Kislov, 2514 Empire, 999 Keslov, late September, the most important fortress in the Alpine Pass, Voss Glad city fortress.

The Alpine Pass is the most important defense against the invasion of the northern barbarians and Kurgan tribes on the other side of the World Ridge Mountains, because this Pass is one of the few roads that can pass the World Ridge Mountains relatively smoothly, opposite the World Ridge Mountains. It is the Kurgan steppe that stretches for tens of thousands of miles, where tens of thousands of Kurgan nomadic tribes are everywhere, ready to invade the civilized world in the south, and Mrs. Keesler migrated from the mountain pass Old world.

However, since the emperor Katarina took office, no Kurgans have attacked from the east here in the mountain pass, only the barbarians in the north of the north and the chaotic wasteland go south from time to time, so the Vosgrade fortress defends from The size of the three thousand is slightly reduced, only to ensure that the defenders of about two thousand people can support the reinforcements on the Pragg side in time.

(No one knows that the Kurgan nomadic tribes did not want to come, but the black orc warlord Grimgo-Ironhide in the past ten years, with a large group of greenskin tribes blocking the other end of the mountain pass to kill Kur The dry man and various chaotic champions and chaotic gods are selected as the joy, but the Kurgans cannot beat the iron skin and cannot go west.)

This year is a bumper harvest, and the joy of harvesting is of course delightful, but it is a matter of Kislov, especially a small part of the territory south of the Linsk River, and has nothing to do with these people north of the Linsk River On the contrary, after September, the northern part of Kislov has taken off a trace of warmth and has been covered in ice and snow again.

The troops stationed here are very hard. They must not only face the cold, loneliness, chaotic raiders and barbarian warriors going south from time to time, but also face many terrible demonic creatures and even unclean materials. , But also face the chaotic whispers and the erosion of corruption.

Many soldiers' bodies have mutated during long-term garrison. Some of them have grown extra fingers, some have huge skulls, some have split tongues, some have scales and fur, and some hair will Fluorescence occurs, and even the most serious will grow extra limbs, extra eyes, and head. If a slight degree of variation does not affect service, these defenders will voluntarily rush to the front to seek glorious death and liberation in battle. If a serious mutation occurs, the officer will immediately execute the mutant.

Is it bitter? Yes, it's bitter.

Is it sad? Yes, it is also very sad.

But Mrs. Kessler is proud. They are the heirs of the bear god. The tsar's people are willing to sacrifice everything to protect the kingdom, only to survive the tide of chaos.

Few defenders can live beyond the age of thirty-five, and the majority of defenders have no possibility of rising in class. A sergeant may be their biggest goal in life, and Kislov ca n’t get more. The pay or special treatment for these soldiers, but they have no complaints or regrets.

Everything is to survive in this dark world.

As time went into the night, the wind and snow screamed outside, and the fortress was cold. The Keslov defenders did not perform their duties. None of us had a coat to wear. All cotton coats and animal skin cloaks to keep out the cold were handed over to the guards on duty. Most of the remaining soldiers wrapped themselves in blankets and quilts and shivered in the dark.

Even if the conditions are so difficult, it is very difficult to ration. Normally, a castle defender needs at least two and a half pounds of dark bread a day, that is, about 1250 grams of dark bread to be able to eat, but in fact Vosgrade The defenders were only able to supply about 600-700 grams of dark bread a day and a bottle of vodka spirits a month, and lacked fresh vegetables and salt. Only the nearby Ugol nomads occasionally provided a small amount of meat and egg milk.

The army along the northern line has also accumulated wage arrears for more than six months. Most people can only receive half of the pay on time. Finally, this month's bumper harvest, the state's finances are slightly looser, and many soldiers are counting on This month, we can send full rates!

"Artem!" Several soldiers had just been on duty. A young soldier was called. His face was covered with snow and snow, and he froze stiffly, his lips shivered, and a few frostbites on his ears. , Hearing someone calling him, he barely squeezed out a smile: "Xie Liaosha, what's the matter?"

His friend, Corporal Xie Liosa, who was also a spearman, strode forward, holding something in his hand and stuffing it into Artyom ’s hands: “In order to congratulate our motherland mother ’s millennium celebration, Tsar Kata Your Majesty Lin has sent us supplies! Celebrating the upcoming millennium celebration, Artem, this is your share! "

"Oh oh! Great! There is vodka!" The young spearman quickly glanced at what was delivered, and cried with excitement. The hard work on duty seemed to be swept away.

There are very few things, a bottle of vodka, two pieces of black bread and a small piece of bacon that is obviously cut in half. This is the gift of the millennium celebration given by Tsar Catalina.

The next thing is very simple, get a large piece of snow from outside the house, ignite a firewood pile, boil the snow water in an iron pan, filter out the impurities, and a few soldiers sitting together, they will bacon in their hands Bring the dark bread into the boiling water and start preparing for dinner.

Everyone shivered and wrapped themselves in blankets and quilts. The wind and snow outside the house seemed to be endless. After the bacon was thrown into the big iron pot and cooked for a long time, the meat finally melted and the pan also appeared. After a little oil, several soldiers carefully sprinkled a little salt with a small wooden spoon, and they were ready to eat today's dinner with hot water.

"Поехали!"

"Поехали!"

Several soldiers picked up vodka and said it was a bottle of vodka, which was actually packed in a small square glass bottle. One bottle was only 150 milliliters. They carefully poured the vodka in half and then prayed together. Thanks The bear **** Ersun and the tsar Catalina gave them their precious vodka. Cheers. No one will drink this bottle of vodka in one breath.

For the defenders on the northern border, vodka is hard currency.

There are not many things. For a soldier like a wolf, a piece of brown bread that is only a half a catty is really not enough. If it is like an army of the Imperial Rick collar, Noor, Ivy collar, or the cloth under the line of Ryan. Let ’s say that the Legian army is equipped with a lot of meat, agricultural and sideline products and ale. For the northern guards like Artem, they can only rely on dark bread to fill their stomachs.

By the way, if a holy knight only eats brown bread, he should eat at least five pounds a day. It is normal to eat seven or eight pounds. Most people who can eat ten pounds are there.

After a meal, everyone was not full, but there was nothing else to do. Artem sighed, when is this day a head.

Young soldiers are not unwilling, because defending the home and defending the country always requires people to come to sacrifice. This is a call to mission and glory, but at least the pay and food must be guaranteed. The guards here have passed for nearly a year. Half-hungry and half-full, and the military pay is too slow to be paid in full, they all have a problem with their lives.

It was useless to think so much, Artyom took off his coat and got into the cold bed, and soon fell asleep. The defending army was in two shifts, and he would train and perform duty again tomorrow.

However, not long after the Mr. Artem entered his dream, among the coniferous forests around the Vosgrade fortress.

A large chaotic army has gradually approached the fortress.

The leader of this chaotic army is the champion of the God of Nazir, Festus, the epidemic doctor of the high-level witch doctor in the sanctuary.

Few people remember that Festus used to be a surgeon with excellent medical skills and a compassionate heart. He once established many relief homes in Nord. He is good at using curative ointments and heal hundreds of patients every year.

Under the guidance of Dr. Festus, Nord was able to overcome many outbreaks of malaria: malaria, blackfoot, and even the most harmful smallpox.

This doctor's long-cherished wish was to cure all diseases, let the devil leave the world, and let the mortal no longer suffer from the pain.

However, Festus's efforts attracted the attention of the scale, the loving father appreciated the useless efforts of mortals, and spilled the plague soup in his pot to the world.

A fever that greets the end of the world is raging everywhere in Nord, and his efforts cannot stop the spread of this new and highly contagious disease. He locked himself in his laboratory and worked around the clock to create a cure. After countless nights of insomnia, Festus remained helpless.

Those patients who were isolated because of the plague faced death, but he had no choice. When the last group of patients died in pain, the doctor couldn't help but kneel and cry for help.

Suddenly, these corpses with loose jaws in the research room turned their heads to look at Festus one by one. It was just this fever, but the knowledge to cure all the diseases in the world in exchange for his lifetime service. In despair, Festus agreed.

Since then, the compassionate doctor has disappeared, leaving behind a witch doctor who has gained endless knowledge of the plague. Only a large and filthy knowledge of diseases and an endless desire for plague experiments are left in his life.

Now ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ He is back, he wants to bring the plague of scale to the world, and share the blessing of the loving father with all mortals.

At 3:45 in the morning, the huge army led by Festus had already approached the Fortress of Fortress.

The chaotic wave of destruction is approaching Kislov.

This is the early morning of Sunday, and the churches in Kislov have just been preparing to hold worship services and millennium celebrations.

The organ band gathers and the civilians will sing together in their performance to celebrate the harvest.

The Klim guards in Keslov went to the Ice Palace as usual.

Residents of Prager are heading for water on the Linsk River.

The Ellengrad dock is still busy.

At 4:30 in the morning, the sun rises from the eastern ridge mountains of the world.

A chaotic army of more than 60,000 people has reached the outskirts of the Vosgrade fortress.

Fifteen minutes later, the artillery of the Chaos Army was loaded, and dozens of Chaos Dwarf Demon Cannon, Chaos Dwarf Lava Cannon, and Chaos Hell Artillery fired together.

The demon flames and shells fell from the sky like raindrops, falling all over the fortress, melting the unexpectedly defending troops and the seemingly solid walls into slag.

As the alarm rang through the entire Vosslade fortress.

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