Warhammer Throne

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The king of the northern court, the black iron marauder, the king of Noska, the leader of the destruction army, the son of the blood red sky, the warrior who defeated the wife of the blood god, and the person who watched the four gods of chaos, his name is called black iron mo Extra gold.

This is a giant man with a height of about two meters and eight, like an iron tower. His face is hidden behind a deep helmet, and only a pair of blue eyes are exposed. The sharp horned helmet points directly at the blood from behind his head. The red chaotic sky, the whole body of the dark chaotic body-giving armor covered with dark colors is covered with strange patterns. His whole body is surrounded by colorful chaotic energy. Every movement of him makes the distance between subspace and reality. Was greatly shortened and torn.

Za-Zaike stood in the huge and empty northern court, and he fixed his eyes on the appearance of Motkin. The singularly selected champion was unsure. What the king of northern land was thinking about.

On the left hand side of Wang Ting, sit more than thirty chaos champions, they come from every corner of the chaotic wasteland, and now they are all playing for Motkin.

On the right hand side of the king's court, Motkin's chief magic advisor, the **** of magic, the hail of the chaos at the top of the sanctuary, Hal-the Eye of Eternity leads a large number of chaotic demons and various terrible chaotic creatures, waiting for Mote Golden order.

Zanac still does not understand why Eternal Watch Sasolir wants him to come here. He carefully reads Motkin's body language and wants to see some clues from his actions.

Soon, he discovered that Motkin's body was shaking slightly.

A lot of chaotic energy leaked from his body.

Hearing the news of the destruction of his hometown of Longbao, the king of the north slowly closed his eyes.

His hometown was ruined.

The Dragon Castle, which has thousands of years of history and has stood in the face of countless invasions and internal battles, was destroyed by those **** southerners. The tomb of his ancestor was cut away, and the hall of his ancestors was burning in flames.

Are you sad?

In the culture of Nosca, what's so worthy of sorrow? Since embarking on the path of a warrior and presenting his faith to the evil god, is this not the destiny of the end? Become a warrior, rise in endless fighting, and then go to the extreme north to explore, in the chaotic wasteland Looking for your own destiny, or glorious battle to death, or become chaotic eggs, or you can get the highest glory, and become a devil prince, what is so sad?

On the south bank of the entire chaotic wasteland, there are more than thirty chaotic runestones. Each inscription is inscribed with the story of a chaotic champion ascending a demon. That is endless glory and the highest reward for mortals.

Isn't the life of the Noskas for this?

A stream of heat ran down from Motkin's face. The King of the North couldn't calm down for a long time. He gently extended his hand. The strong fingers that had become twisted and proliferated in the chaotic corruption were stained with blue tears. .

No, it was tears of anger, his incompetence, his hometown was ruined, and he himself could only sit in his royal court. He did not prevent the invasion of the empire, protect his hometown, the one made using dragon ships home.

The flame of revenge burned in his heart.

He, Black Iron Mottkin, King of the North, is a conqueror, he is a true leader, he is dedicated to gaining glory and strength, he has fought for hundreds of years in the realm of chaos, he has overcome all Challenged, he not only lost most of his humanity, but also won the praise of the Four Gods of Chaos, and was praised and worshipped by countless followers, and he also received the promise of ascending the devil from the evil **** of Chaos.

But Motkin did not choose to agree. The King of the North deeply knew that once he rose, he would lose all his humanity. He would become a plaything and a puppet of the chaotic evil god, and he would lose himself, which was not what he wanted. , Motkin’s long-cherished wish was to seek a glorious ending after winning endless glory, and then return to the palace of the ancestors, and sleep with his father, grandfather, and ancestors. Indeed, chaos has given him his own Blessings, but Motkin is already frustrated and tired, he knows that if he goes one step further, his soul will be lost.

But the news from Zaneck made Motkin shake his heart for a while.

The Longbao was destroyed, the hometown was destroyed, the tomb of the ancestor was destroyed, and the goal for which he had fought all his life was destroyed by the Southerners! destroyed!

The Dark Iron Marauder gently reached out and squeezed his seat, his tone trembling, but he could keep calm: "The news, is it true? Messenger of the Devil Bird God?"

"I swear in the name of holy traitor, absolutely true, I think, you have also heard the Empire Norska Expedition? The end of this expedition, it is Dragon Castle." Tragic God selected champion Cha- Zan Aike said playfully: "I'm on the orders of the Changing Demon King and I will tell you everything."

"Oleg von Zhukov?" Motkin only felt that after a lapse of many years, his blood and anger returned to his chest.

"Oleg von Zhukov, Imperial Oster collar." Zaneck nodded, holding the staff and the long sword, and the remaining two hands were hurriedly writing something in the small book.

"Oleg-von-Rukov!!!" Motkin repeated the name again. The King of the North nodded stiffly. His tone was pale and weak first, and then became clanging, his words. Compressed from between the teeth, then shot away: "Southerners! I will let Oleg-Von- Zhukov experience the same pain! I will let him understand! I will destroy his territory, I will pull away the tomb of his ancestor, and I will know what is called real revenge!"

After that, the King of the North indicated that Zayak could get away, and he returned to the depths of his own court alone.

It was a dark iron chamber that belonged to him alone. The chaotic octagonal star made of chaotic black iron released multicolored light in the chamber.

Motkin released his own rage here, he yelled madly, shouted, poured his anger, released his anger, he shouted the names of his ancestors one by one, until his throat was hoarse, he cried out With the name of his hometown, everything in the chamber was shattered into pieces.

"I will destroy the cowardly and timid southerners! I will destroy the entire world! I will drown the so-called empire of the south in the tide of chaos, and I will surely avenge me! The true gods, listen to my call and give me power!"

Just after the King of the North vented his anger, the power of chaos flowed from above the octagonal star, until the entire room was submerged, and Motkin was enveloped by the power of chaos, deep in his consciousness, four supreme His supreme existence responded to his prayer.

"Destroy! Good! Kill! Good! Destroy the empire! Very good!" A rage-filled voice responded to Motkin's prayers. His endless rage and desire for blood skulls responded to Motkin's call: "Your power will be blessed by me! The great demon Calgarac I sat down with and the terror army that he led will obey your orders!"

"Bring destruction to the Southerners, bring glory back to the North, bring the tide of change to the world, and bring despair and destruction to those who are not willing to accept true civilization. You have nine kinds of futures, each of which has nine This kind of change, your wisdom will open your way to the future, make a choice, Motkin, time is running out!" A treacherous and distorted voice said with a serious tone: "The future is full of challenges, and I am right You are full of confidence, the evil monster army and my chosen champion Cha-Zanke will follow your orders!"

"Life and death, reincarnation, not only, we, in life and death, reincarnation, in disease, and decay, immortality, and immortality, the true meaning, lies here." A slow and kind voice was given to Father Motkin With so much care, he said gently: "Child, finally figured it out, it doesn't matter, my father will always love you, my god-chosen champion, plague priest Festus, and my devil legion, will obey your orders!"

"Killing is art, destruction, art, revenge, and art. We are willing to try all evils and challenge all taboos. We will experience all excitement, taste all joy, Motkin, welcome to join us, willing to indulge The carnival of passion and spiritual flesh will always make you young and make you strong." A charming and distorted voice can’t stop the excitement. His voice flips back and forth like twisted tentacles: "It’s time for my **** to choose champion West Gwald led my demon army out, my prince and my demon army will obey your orders!"

The Four Gods of Chaos responded to Motkin’s request. Motkin has always been fair. He believed in four evil gods at the same time and never favored any of them. As the favorite and watcher of the Four Gods of Chaos, the Four Gods of Chaos had already reached consensus.

"Mottkin, give you everything, and we will give you the same return."

"Your path of revenge is destined to be bumpy and full of challenges, but you must be firm. It is us who will give you the ultimate victory!"

"Now, open your arms and accept our blessings!"

"In Oster, there is a strong man outside the star field. He will be your fatal enemy and your biggest obstacle to going south this time, and we will give you the same strength as him! Let you Complete your revenge!"

Motkin nodded. The King of the North closed his eyes and opened his arms, waiting for the Evil God's gift.

"I, Sin, give you, gorgeous dance steps, fast speed and the best fighting skills!"

"I, adulterance, give you, the spell of destruction, the top magic resistance and the sharpest foresight!"

"I, accept foulness, give you the highest defense, mutated organs and the most powerful regeneration ability!"

"Finally~www.ltnovel.com~ I, fear of cruelty, give you the power to destroy everything!!!"

"The day of destruction is already doomed. Let's bring the end to the world!"

"You are the new, the eternal god!"

The blessings of the four evil gods are imprinted on Motkin.

On this day, Motkin entered the realm of God alone.

On this day, another new chaos eternal selection was born.

Furious voices raged from the entire northern court to the chaotic wasteland until the subspace responded to his anger.

"revenge!!!".

From this day, Motkin walked out of his own northern court, he will integrate Chaos Wasteland and Nosca's tribe, and then initiate his revenge against the Southerners.

Another eternal **** selected, began to prepare to go south, and soon, the world will once again taste the tide of destruction.