Warhammer Throne

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Marcus Kruber (Captain of the Empire): Salzpire, I understand that human power has limits!

Salzpire (Witch Hunter): Marcus, what the **** do you want to say?

Marcus Kluber (drinking the water of the Holy Grail and raising the sword of the knight in his hand): I don’t believe in Sigma! Forthelady! ! !

Salzpire: Kluber? How dare you? ! ...And I, I will obey your orders~

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Behind the gates are the imperial army of more than a thousand people, including two musket battalions (have lost more than half), a large sword battalion (only more than one hundred people are left) and several companies of halberds, sword shields At this moment they were tightly united together and gathered around the steam tank to prepare for the chaotic army ahead.

And their enemies are the chaos group led by the two chaos champions, they are the son of the chaos champion Swinger-Sword from Noska and the Kurgan Isawar, these two guys got their wish in ecstasy The land won the first position. Under their leadership, the chaotic warriors lined up in a tight queue, and the horned helmet that covered the entire face with only one or two small holes exhaled pale mist, just like Like a hell-like call, swarming, under the unstoppable pace, is the determination to dedicate Wolfenburg to the God of Darkness, and the sense of mission to dedicate endless glory to the Dark God.

"Array! Meet the enemy!" Viscount William growled and shouted, "Aust's Bull!"

"Sturdy rock!" The Imperial Army cried out the most determined.

The halberd array of the empire was greeted by the violent attack of the chaotic army. The violent charge of the Yankees could not shake the strict front of the imperial army. It was like the sound of a storm hitting the rock. Each halberd deeply penetrated the disgusting body Or in the armor of the Chaos Warrior, the steam tank artillery roared, and the engineer injected all his anger into the steam cannon so that he could maintain his calm operation. A roaring artillery shattered the plate armor of the Chaos Warrior. Their flesh and blood exploded into pieces that disintegrated in the air.

In the first few minutes, the two chaotic regiments that rushed in have already lost one-fifth of their strength, but the remaining chaotic army is endless, and new enemies flood every minute and every second in the city gate cave. Coming in, the halberd and the spear pierced the bodies of the Chaos Warriors, and the people behind continued to move forward. The original solid array of the Imperial Army was deformed by twisting and oppression.

The front started to shake.

"For Tal and CTM Empire!" A loud voice rushed from behind the Imperial formation! With a two-handed sword in his hand, Viscount William turned his body into a siege hammer and rushed into the array of chaotic troops. A blue flame burned above his sword, which was from the wilderness. The power of God's judgment!

The armor of the Chaos Warriors shattered like a piece of paper in front of Viscount William. He was like a real warrior. No matter where he went, all Chaos Warriors fell in front of him one after another. Barbarian mad warriors, whether they are chaotic warriors in heavy armor, whether they are powerful chaotic demons, William von Zhukov, Oster champion, fearless!

"Son of Oster!" The brave stood, and the first chaotic army that came in was killed.

Viscount William roared towards the swaying imperial army: "Darkness is here, my countrymen, sons of Oster! The time is up!"

"Fight, you may lose your life, run away, you can still steal the life!"

"Choose a choice, son of Oster. Would you like to take up your arms, with us, with all Osters, with my William, let us tell these chaos, you can kill us, you You can take our lives, you can destroy our cities and villages, but we, will rebel against you forever!" William Viscount raised his sword with his hands, his voice echoed under the deep night sky and countless torches : "Chaos will never take away our freedom!"

"Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!!!" The Osters have guarded the Northern Frontier for three thousand years for the empire, but the blood in these men's chest has never cooled too much.

Three thousand years.

"The Bull Banner will stand on this land forever!"

"Indigo Assaulter! Advance!"

"For freedom! For the empire!"

"For the empire!!!" The brutal warriors and chaotic warriors with blue oil paint on their faces collided together, and a new round of killing began.

The melodious sound of Oster Bagpipes drifted far away, far away, and even far away, even Motkin, the chaos eternal **** in the camp outside the city, heard it.

Tragic and desolate.

A drop of ice-blue tears gently flowed from the corner of Motkin's eyes, and he held his hellfire sword tightly.

They are all good guys, pure men, kind of men.

Why should we kill each other? Are we not living under the same sky?

It's time to end, everything will end here, this is the retribution that the Yankees deserve.

Motkin stood up, and he took his weapon.

Cagehank was defeated, it was a real waste.

It's my turn to end this.

At the same time, both Alaros and Agrim Iron Fist have been seriously injured, Alaros suffered the most serious injuries, and his knees crushed by the terror of the tyrannical devil cannot be completely destroyed even by the fountain of life berry wine Healed, he now turned into a cripple, and both weapons were damaged. The Greys immediately gave up their original positions and came to support their leader, and covered Araras back.

The butcher’s injury was lighter. He called his butchers. The battle group of Grim Neal’s Axe had more than half of his casualties. The butcher’s king was planning to call in the army to support the gate of Ubbs. Va-The Plague Child has led his own scale warfare team to defeat an ascetic force trying to resist them.

The last ascetic fell down and was torn into pieces of flesh, and in the middle of the street a terrifying scorpion lion wrestled with the scale champion, two creatures of the same size had fought several times, both sides were scarred, scorpion tail The claws of the lion ripped open the armor of the champion, and almost hurt his spine, but the champion of the dirt was painless. He waved his sickle and cut off the wings of the scorpion lion, and the scorpion lion trembled. , Boseva-the son of the plague laughed, he stepped on a dead ascetic monk, took his arm to death and grabbed the hand of the shackle, and flicked the shackle, directly hitting the scorpion tail Lion's head.

The flail smashed the head of the scorpion lion, some kind of asylum was shattered, the scorpion lion's body shrank at a rapid rate, and collapsed until it turned into a greasy greasy amber mage. Opening his mouth weakly, the Nadi Champion directly reached out and pressed his face, dragged his head with his entire spine out of his body, and then stretched out his pus-covered tongue Licking the warm and **** minced meat sticking to the bone: "I announced that Boseva, won."

All the imperial soldiers in the nearby blocks have been killed in battle. No one can stop the Nazha Champion and his team from advancing behind the gate guard until a large piece of arrow rain penetrates the Nazda Champion rot and pus. Belly with exposed intestines.

"We are still there." Alaros lame and lowered his long bow.

"Human beings are over, elf boy, now it's our turn!" The Butcher King clenched his Dago's axe.

New battles start on the streets!

The battlefield on the flanks bought time for the battle at the city gate and protected Viscount William from being enemies. However, with the waves of waves, the endless chaotic army entered the city, the imperial army continued to retreat, and the prototype steam tank was unyielding. The No. 1 fired one after another, and the rows of Chaos Warriors were blown to pieces, but as soon as one Yankee fell, seven or eight Yankees went up.

The steam boiler was overloaded, there was a danger of explosion at any time, the halberd array was killed, and the rows of imperial soldiers were stacked like a hill. The original tight front has now fallen, even the indigo assault led by Viscount William personally All of them have suffered heavy losses, and they have repelled the chaotic wave of attack, but each confrontation has reduced the number of these respectable warriors.

The shield of the Indigo Charger was chopped by the Chaos Warrior's two-handed axe. He was hit by the Chaos Warrior's elbow in the face. His nose was broken, and the Tomahawk cut off half of his head.

Oster led the Musketeer to shoot down a Chaos Warrior. Two Barbarian Berserkers jumped out. Four tomahawks were hacked and smashed on his body, and blood was gleaming until he could no longer get up.

Viscount William is still fighting, he is still struggling to fight, there are fewer and fewer soldiers around him, from a legion, to a battalion, to a company, they are surrounded by the chaotic army's net, and the shield is huge The axe was chopped, the epee pierced the breastplate, and the Osters used their lives to resist the chaos until they were completely surrounded.

The roar of the dragon rang through the sky, and the Chaos Dragon Strescu-Greater came to the battlefield. It spurted a black and red dragon breath towards the steam tank. Unyielding launched a resolute attack against the Chaos Dragon. The steaming cannon bombed the dragon scales on the surface of the Chaos Demon Dragon and exploded a gap.

However, the steam tank is already in trouble. The high temperature keeps the prototype at the edge of the explosion at any time. The swordsmen who guard it are now less than thirty. Each of them is exhausted, hundreds of chaos warriors and barbarians. The warriors gathered around, and various weapons were striking the armor on its surface, making a jingle.

Chaos Magic Dragon's anger and his perfect dragon scale were blown open. It flicked its tail and swept the surface of the steam tank. Unyielding was turned to the side by this sweep. The dragon's tail hit the wheel. After temporarily leaving the ground, the engineers were so dizzy that they thought the tank would soon return to its original position.

He was wrong, ridiculously wrong. At this moment, Chaos Warlock Manninggood-Cockroach bully rushed over, this guy madly and mischievously stuffed his body directly into the bottom of the steam tank!

"Kurgan Rising Dragon!"

The heavy tank squashed the body of the Chaos Warlock, and exploded the tumor behind him, and large strands of hot decaying bile splashed onto the steam boiler!

The temperature exceeds the threshold!

One of the original steam tank prototypes, the Indomitable, had a big explosion in place, and the steam tank fell apart in this explosion! The fragments of steel and machinery were flying all over the sky. The engineers in the tank were killed on the spot, and the swordsmen, musketeers and chaotic army gathered near the tank were killed and injured in the explosion!

Viscount William was also blown out, and he was bombed consciously and fell not far away.

The resistance gradually disappeared, the help of the tank was lost, and the blood of the imperial soldiers stained the streets near the gate.

Empire soldiers were crushed to the ground, and the Chaos Warriors pierced their chests with their swords.

The blood of the Austers stained the land where they gave everything.

A head flew over the eyes of Viscount William, the head of the last indigo assaulter, and this head rolled far away from the ground, and far away, in the blood sea of ​​the corpse mountain, it did not look at all and disappeared. At the end of the line of sight.

The three-thousand-year history of this legendary force has also come to an end today.

Right under the burning wall of Usas, the indigo assailants were completely destroyed.

There are only one remaining empire defender in this zone.

Viscount William clenched his hands with his big sword and tried to stand up. Now that he is fighting alone, after chopping down two Chaos Warriors again, the chaotic champion who appeared from behind gave a fatal blow to Viscount William, and the sword of chaos was cut from behind He opened his plate armor and cut him to the ground.

Viscount William breathed heavily, and when he reached out to try to hold the hilt, a heavy iron boot stepped on his chest, and the chaos champion Swinger-Sword of the Sovereign said to him: "Now repent Too late, kiss the holy symbol of the true God, and you will be redeemed..."

"Zheng~" The two-handed sword from an oblique angle upwards at an incredible angle, accurately penetrated the head of the son of Swinger-Sword.

The chaos champion slowly fell to the ground, but Viscount William could no longer stand up. He was surrounded by hundreds of chaos warriors, as well as the chaos warriors and chaos champions who joined later.

The last survivor was surrounded by a chaotic sword that pierced his breastplate and penetrated deeply into his heart.

Viscount William smiled, he said the last sentence of his life.

"free!!!"

The sword rises high into the sky, turns a few times, and falls to the ground. The blade stabs into the ground. On both sides of the sword, the iron boots of countless chaotic troops trample past.

So brave and so tenacious, the Oster still cannot avoid the fate of destruction.

Gradually, the defenders were defeated, fell, and slaughtered, the resistance became weaker and weaker, until the bull flag was thrown in the mud and trampled, and the chaotic octagonal flag stood everywhere in the city.

The long night is about to end, and the morning light is shining.

Allaros and Agrim struggled to retreat the fifth chaotic gang that had overturned the city wall, both of them were exhausted, and the Greys and Grimnier’s Axe battle group combined left only less than Fifty people.

Even more desperate is the news of defeat everywhere.

"Yubs City Gate lost its guard!"

"The gate of Wolfala has been lost!"

"Leinster City Gate lost!"

"The city has fallen!"

"The enemy has come in!"

"Retreat! Retreat! Everyone, all retreat to Bull Fort! Retreat!!!"

The city of Wolfenburg has been lost, the chaotic army has entered the city from three directions, all buildings are lit, all living people are killed, and everything is turned into ashes.

Oleg von Zhukov led the bull knights back and forth in the ruins of the city. The bull knights fully supported Oleg's rescue attempt. The Oster black guard followed the bull knights. They are trying to save as many soldiers as possible in preparation for the upcoming Battle of Bull Fort.

However, a chaotic lord riding a chaotic steel bull was stopped in front of him. Behind him was his guard, the Crimson Harvester Legion.

"Oleg von Zhukov! Finally." Motkin looked at the young baron. He crossed the half of the world. The power given to him by the stranger told him that the person in front of him was Oleg von- Zhukov.

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Motkin could faintly hear a strong horn sound from the south, as if human reinforcements had arrived.

But none of this matters.

At least now, he can finally stop chasing with destiny.

"Come on! My enemies!"

"Mottkin! You will pay for what you do!" Oleg quickly realized everything and the baron roared wildly: "I will kill you and honor all the dead compatriots!"

In this way, before the Bull Fort, the two armies collided.

The enemies met each other with a special eye.

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