Warhammer Throne

I know what you want to do. "

Before Allaros had finished speaking to Riemann Russ, the wood elf hero interrupted him: "But I want to tell you that the fog of deception does not work as you think."

"As I imagined?" Riemann Rus froze for a moment.

The space wolf's throat began to grunt again. He was very irritable and very irritable. Riemann Russ had a feeling of powerlessness about everything. The space wolf's genetic primitives were badly scolded and messed up. Once he had this feeling of powerlessness when the Horus Great Rebellion and the Kiriman's incompetent holy scripture led to a quarrel between the two primitives.

"Do you think that the fog of tricks can let you sneak into the chaos of the Chaos Army, and let you have a one-to-one chance with the Chaos Eternal Chosen, Black Iron Motkin?" Alaros shook his head again and again: "No, no, This wolf lord, the fog of deception is not as magical as you think."

"Don't think it's so magical?" Butcher King Agrim-Tekken also asked: "What the **** can this thing do?"

"The Fog of Trick is a fetish given to me by Ladria. This thing can quickly get me and my army out of the battlefield in an emergency." Alaros took out a large purple bottle from behind. Full of divine power from the wood elf mist goddess Ladria: "In a nutshell, Ms. Mist gave it to me to retreat or change the battlefield situation at a critical moment, not to me to take the initiative to attack. If you are looking for a chance to fight for a championship with the army, the fog of tricks cannot be used during the day, and if the number of enemies is too large, or if there are powerful people who disturb the wind of magic, the fog of tricks will fail."

"Furthermore, the duration of the Fog of Trick is about 30 minutes to 40 minutes, depending on the wind of magic and the speed of progress. This time is not enough for you to kill Motkin." Araras was sitting on the steps in front of the bull fort, and he said towards Riemann Ruth: "You don’t think you can find Motkin among the 100,000 Chaos Army in thirty minutes, and then in the hundreds Chaos Champion and Chaos Divine Selection, and hundreds of Chaos Divine Selection Warriors retreating in front of them?

The wolf king was cold.

Don't look at Riemann Ruth's viciousness and tall and powerful body, plus the wolf-like temperament, but really to talk about the combat power of the original body, he is not only inferior to the first echelon of Horus, Ferrus, St. Giles, Angelo, and others, even Petrabo, Fogen, and Johnson, of the second echelon, are not as good. He is properly the same as Kiliman, Vulcan and others. The level of the three echelons is really about close combat, Ruth's strength is not top.

The most powerful thing about the space wolf genetics lies in his unity with his heirs. His unique wildness, cunning, and boldness make him one of the most charming leaders, and the emperor and emperor. The spear given, now the spear of Dionysus on his back.

But Ruth knew that he was not Angelo, he was not so good at group fighting, he could not.

"So, we can't do anything?" The gene primitives that engulfed the space wolf in a deep sense of weakness also sat down. Riemann Ruth sat on the ladder in front of the bull fort, he sighed softly In one breath.

The sky led by Auster is as gloomy and simple as when he first arrived here. The endless years of fighting in the subspace have made Rus understand too much. He even knows too much taboo knowledge and should not To understand the content.

But as long as it is for the father and the emperor, as long as the emperor, Ruth has never regretted his reckless behavior. He is very clear about the turbulence that Fenris will face when he loses himself. He also knows that he has lost his guidance. His How sad and disappointed the heirs will even make a lot of reckless moves.

The gene primitives of the space wolf couldn't help but laugh, just like Oleg, you go to burn someone's hometown, why can't people come out and burn your hometown? Just like he burned Magnus's hometown of Prospero, a fool who knew how to play witchcraft all day long, Magnus would definitely go to Fenris for revenge if he had the chance.

But who has never been younger? Riemann Ruth recalled his thick past years, he looked at the snow scene of the Central Mountains, the air is cold, the west side of Wolfenburg is the famous Drachwald forest, where it is covered with snow There have been too many famous wars on the rising central mountain range. The mountain peaks, like the teeth of wolves, devoured unknown blood, whether it is the enemy or the human being.

In this way, the three of Alaros, Agrim and Riemannrus sat in front of the bull fort, looking at the distant scenery, all the noise seemed to have nothing to do with them.

Outside the city, tall and magnificent forests cover up too much misfortune. The ruins of villages, towns, castles and manors have long been covered by forests. The traces of war are gradually erased by time. Charlemagne’s empire was once so brilliant. However, in the era of the Three Emperors, they finally fell apart. The empires who fought each other lost one battle after another, especially the towns, strongholds, and villages that were once prosperous and glorious near the Central Mountain Range gradually declined and collapsed in the long tug of war. For the unrecognizable ruins in the forest, civilization lost to barbarism again and again.

But the Osters are so stubborn. They are still holding on to their own land and defending it. It is like a group of stubborn bulls who are stubborn to the extreme. They have guarded the northern Xinjiang for the empire for three thousand years. Ruth is here. After living and living for a while, the Wolf King knew that as long as the Osters were still alive, their glorious deeds and stories would continue to spread. Bards would sing their sacrifices and greatness, and the bonfire would be under the eaves. Burning, the air will be filled with the smell of barbecue and beer, and people will sing bad songs.

Those sacrificed and war dead heroes will survive in the stories and songs.

The Wolf King vaguely recalled his conversation with a Wolf Guard.

"The story of the wolf needs to be remembered forever, and generations of people will listen here and learn from it."

"Yes, I will save these stories for you, lord." The young Wolf Guard said respectfully: "It's all in my mind, you can rest assured."

"Very well, this is our soul. I can't take care of the children of Fenris forever. One day, when I leave, those stories will still be passed on, and new stories will be added."

"How is this possible? How can you leave us?"

"It will be possible."

"How can it be said, just like this time, we are instructed to punish the legion of the sore son?"

"This is not the first time, child." Ruth couldn't help laughing, and all his laughter was sad: "Tools must have tool consciousness."

Recall that my life is really a life of failure.

I didn't take care of my heirs, and let them suffer the mutation from time to time.

I failed to prevent each brother from going astray.

I did not protect my father and Ferrus.

Kiriman could write a holy book to deal with the internal affairs, Vulcan could engage in research, Dorn could engage in construction, and Clarkson could sneak! Even the youngest brother, Ryan Makado, can help resurrect his father.

What did I do?

Nothing is achieved, the failure is overwhelming.

"What are you laughing at, can you still laugh at this time?" The butcher king Agrim-Tekken interrupted Ruth's memory, and the dwarf king laughed likewise: "Hey, Lord Wolf, Ruth? Can I call you that? You are also a man, speaking, you know that hope is slim, you know you have to face difficulties, you know the difficulties and dangers in it, and you plan to try to solve the eternal selection? It’s courageous. , It’s almost dwarf!"

"Cut, wait, I will let everyone know that Eisley's tenacity and strength." Araros checked his equipment, and he counted ninety-eight feather arrows in the barrel: "Speaking, Short legs, what are the numbers and names on your little note?"

"Oh, this is Solglin. He gave it to me." The butcher's thoughts are all here, and there is nothing to hide: "This is a list of famous lords and generals in the world, and the last three numbers They are the ability evaluation, from low to high, from 0-6. 0 means that this person is an idiot and mentally handicapped. Nothing can be done except to make things worse. 6 means that his ability is the best in the world and trustworthy. , Comparable to Granny, Grimner and Valaya."

"The first number is the ability of internal affairs, the second number is the ability of diplomacy, and the third number is the evaluation of comprehensive personal strength and military ability." Butcher King explained: "This is the ability of many famous people in the old world. According to the assessment, there are friends like Knight King Ryan, Purple Phoenix Fugen, and the 666-evaluated dwarf, and of course there are 112 and Sisme-Fat Heart, such as Helmut's Elector (Mute elects the owner of the imperial power) Such a silly X of 120."

"It turns out that this is the case, so why is there an asterisk behind the third 6 of Ryan and Fuggen?" Riemann Rus was also interested.

"As I said earlier, the third 6 represents a comprehensive evaluation of military command capability and personal strength. Simply put, um... if both military capability and personal strength can be given to 5, it would be 6 in combination. "The Butcher King nodded a little bit depressed: "But if this military ability and personal combat power are both evaluated as 6, then we should actually give a rating of 7, but our dwarves will only give ourselves a rating of 7, humans and sharp ears. The maximum limit is only 6, so Solgreen is marked with an asterisk here. This is a reminder that I cannot treat it as an ordinary 6.

Alaros was covered with black lines, he thought that the **** dwarf would rather be marked with an asterisk, that is, he would not give 7?

And there is no list of Eisley? I doubt you discriminated against us in Eisley!

He faintly saw the (real) Bellega, King of the Eight Peaks, 435

"Very well, it's death to go back, and it's death to retreat. It's not as good as our fight." Alaros was severely reprimanded by Lilith for his last bad relationship with the dwarf, which caused his temper to converge, and the wood elf hero still maintained the extreme Proud attitude but no longer sharp: "It's about to fall into the night, and the chaos should be coming to the city at dusk the day after tomorrow."

"Wait! What did you say?" Ruth suddenly grabbed something, and the king of the wolf immediately said to Araros: "You say it again? The last sentence!"

"I said, it's almost night!" Allaros repeated.

"Last sentence!"

"The Chaos Army will almost go down to Wolfen City around dusk the day after tomorrow!" Alaroth repeated impatiently.

"The day after tomorrow...the day after tomorrow." Riemann Rus stood up and he paced back and forth. The light of hope gradually appeared in the wolf king's amber wolf eyes: "Maybe, it's too late!"

"Yes, maybe, it's too late!" After that, Riemann Ruth stood up straight, and he rushed towards the bull fort: "If Oleg is smart enough..."

"?????" The Butcher King and Alaros glanced at each other and quickly followed: "What the **** are you going to do?"

"I'm going to Herzig to find Lion's reinforcements! Only Lion's army can save Wolfenburg!" Riemann Ruth said firmly: "This is the only hope!"

"Are you crazy?" Alaros stopped impatiently in front of Riemann Russ: "How far is Herzig from here? One hundred and fifty kilometers! The chaotic army will be from afternoon to evening the day after tomorrow Attacked! How much time do you have?"

"Me? I don't need to spend too much time."

"Yes, you may be able to break the encirclement by your personal ability, but how much speed can Ryan's army develop?" Alaros impatiently felt that the Wolf King was really crazy: "The human army's marching speed is twenty It’s about kilometers, assuming that Ryan’s army can come in a hurry, at most 80 to 100 kilometers, which is already the limit of humanity! This is too late!"

"This is the only way, pointed ears, give me your fog of scheming!" Riemannlus extended his hand again to Alaros, the wolf king exposed his teeth, his fangs at dusk Reflect in the sunset.

"But..." Allaros was still hesitating.

"Give me!" the wolf king growled: "If you still want this city to be saved, if you still want the 380,000 soldiers and civilians here to have a chance to survive! If you want chaos not to cross the Tarabek River, don't If you hit the door of your hometown! I am the only one who can convince Ryan to send troops immediately and come at full speed, because I am a brother with him and he trusts me just as I trust my father!"

"?????" Both the Butcher King and Araras are full of question marks, how does this mean the same as Ruth is Ryan's father?

The expression on Araras's face was uncertain, and the wood elf hero knew that if he had given the mist of deceit to Riemann Rus, it would be difficult for him and his private guard to retreat from Wolfenberg!

But...but, I can't let Lilith be disappointed with me anymore! The wood elf hero thought bitterly.

In the end, the fog of tricks was handed over to Riemann Rus, and the space wolf genetics was held in his hand: "How is this used?"

"Open, fall towards yourself, when the thick fog hides you, it will take effect!"

"well!"

"Guard this city~www.ltnovel.com~Hold on! I will lead Ryan and his army to rush to support Wolfenburg!"

The gates of Wolfenburg were wide open, and in the eyes of everyone's suspense, Riemann Ruth ran out of the city and disappeared into the wilderness and forests south of Wolfenburg.

"Now, we are all left, with pointed ears." The butcher king saw Ruth's figure disappearing to the end of his eyes very quickly.

"Yeah, short legs." Allaros smiled. "I have an offer."

"Say."

"Let's compare, who killed more, how? In the name of Kunos."

"Oh, it's such a good idea, Grim Neal is on, let's compare!"

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(End of this chapter)

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