Warhammer Throne

Two days later, the caravan set off.

Nearly thirty carriages, hundreds of horses, and a team of hundreds of people came out of the city in a mighty way. Harald stood on the tower and shook his head with unsightly eyes. These caravans would have gone to sea in his port. A large sum of tax can be received, but now that everything has been destroyed because of the closure of the port, he can only make a fortune from these merchants, and then let them go.

"Mr. Boris, what are you?" Lane discovered that the head of the Blood Axe Mercenary, Boris, and several wounded men packed up and left in the other direction.

"We?" Boris smiled awkwardly: "Some of us may not be able to help you on the road. Mr. Ryan, I thought I could still do something. But ..."

After finishing speaking, Boris was a little reluctant to say something. Obviously, his injuries during the battle with the Orc were not fully recovered.

After the exchange, Ryan learned that Boris planned to take the wounded, including Banda, to return to the Winter City of Noord King for treatment. There will be several healthy mercenaries accompanying him.

"I understand, good luck to you." Ryan understood him.

"Also, tell me to tell Ms. Trovik that our blood axe mercenary owe them the affair of Jialan, which has been paid off, and we don't want to have any contact with them in the future." Boris said on his face Without expressing his expression, he slowly looked away and looked at the way back. The voice contained sorrow: "The Garland Council has given us a lot, but asking for more from us is all over. "

"Yes, I will pass it on for you." Lane did not say anything. It was not uncommon for the casters to threaten the grace, he just watched a few people leave.

The gray-bladed mercenary group led by Bill was walking at the forefront. He himself was riding a fast horse to lead the team for half an hour, then the guards and blood ax mercenary groups, followed by merchants and sorcerers. There is Lion in the middle of them, and the last tail is maneuvered by guards and several wandering knights.

It didn't take long to leave town, and the road was not easy to go. The wagon wheels continually rolled over some small stones and raised roadsides, and the teenagers in the shocked wagon.

"Ah ah ah ah ah! Tengteng hurt !!!" carriage inside the boy cried sore, his one arm bandaged, hanging in the chest, apparently the injury is unclear.

Is Banda of the Blood Axe mercenary regiment. The small mercenary was injured in the war of the dock. Now he can only sit in the car and rest. Fortunately, it is not very serious, but it is just a serious injury.

"I said Simon, I heard that Lord Lord Karzen Haven had a banquet! Did you go?" Banda was very depressed. He lay in his bed and thought about how many times Ms. Trovik would visit him. But the fact is that the sorceress did not appear from beginning to end.

"I didn't go, how could I have a chance to go? That's where the" higher people "go. How can those of us be qualified?" Simon shook his head. "But the head and deputy heads have gone. They said it was normal. It's just a banquet. "

"Yeah, the regimental leader didn't come back until the next morning." Banda sighed, looking at the clouded weather outside the carriage. "I'm lucky, I got a life back, Hans, Reim, Bow. They have already ... "

The little mercenary remembered the comrades who had died before, and the battle with the beastmen. The number of blood ax mercenaries changed from more than fifty people to more than thirty people now, there are twenty people forever. Left them.

"Actually ... when the leader returned yesterday, he said he regretted it, and he regretted taking Ms. Trovik's commission, and the price we paid was really too great." Simon checked his crossbow. And add oil to your dagger.

"Oh, that ... does Ms. Trovik have ..." Banda hesitated and asked.

"No, it's the knight ... well, Mr. Ryan asked you how well you are recovering." Simon mentioned Ryan's complexion when he mentioned Ryan. He thought it was disgraceful to be forced to apologize to the veterans on the pier that day. thing.

The convoy continued to walk, and the current section of the road is temporarily safe.

"It seems that it is going to snow again, this weather." Ryan rode his tall head pine cone, he could feel that the sky had never improved, and he was a little worried in his heart.

Yesterday at the banquet, Verald told him a very bad news, the barbarian in the north assembled the troops again and went south.

This is not the problem. After all, the Nords have been used to fighting with the northern barbarian all day long.

Lean really cares about the words of Villard.

"The wall of the storm stronghold was found to have some variation. In some of the locations where the wall was attacked all the year round, the defenders found that the wall had grown eyes and tentacles, and it seemed to have self-awareness. The Justice Church believes that this is due to the wall for many years. Due to the erosion of the blood of those chaotic believers, under the auspices of the Church of Justice, the walls of the Storm Fortress will be destroyed by fire and rebuilt. "

But at this point in time, the northern barbarian attacked, Lane thought there might be some connection.

Forget it for a while, and the man shook his head, throwing the messy thoughts out of his mind, only to find that some snowflakes were thrown off his own hair.

It's snowing again.

"An instructor of checks and balances, the recent weather is really strange." Lane casually smiled at the druid riding on the road.

Yes, on this trip, the druid “tree planter” Eldrad, who was not very good-tempered, would go forward with everyone. The reason is also very simple. Druid was expelled from Villard After Calzen Haven, there was no place for him, so he and Oliver agreed to start with the caravan.

"Natural whispers need to be heard, she is wailing, terrible storms are sweeping ..." Eldrad whispered, and Ryan interrupted him immediately: "Enough is enough, natural mentor , Please speak in plain language? Mr. Eldridge will not communicate as hard as you do. "

"Eldridge? Do you know him?" The druid nodded, and then nodded, the tone was still very bad: "It's chaotic energy, which is blowing the sky, causing the present cloudy and snowy."

"Ancient Tree Walker" Eldridge is a few "walkers" walking outside of the natural church, and Lane will know him well.

"Hehe ~" Ryan just squinted and smiled. The group of people in the natural church is really unflattering.

When the act of picking a fruit and wearing clothes can be interpreted as an offense to nature, when this group of people can directly trample on the basic kingdom laws of the independence and freedom of citizens ’property for the so-called" natural balance ", Lane believes that any It is difficult for people to feel good about them.

How similar are those little animal protectors.

The "Communication" between Ancient Tree Walker and Ryan was also quite pleasant, because after Ryan hung him on the tree, he was willing to talk to Ryan well.

Not much speculation, Ryan noticed that the wandering knights behind the team did not know when they had slipped into the middle of the team: "Gentlemen? Shouldn't you be behind, should you pay attention to the safety behind the team?"

The person headed is Ike. He is trying to spy on what is in the carriage in the middle of the team. Hearing Ryan ’s words, he laughed and said, "Knight Lord, where have we been? We haven't entered the forest yet, you see Are we ... "

"Please perform your duties seriously, this time I will not care about you, please keep at least three people at the end of the team at any time!" Lane said angrily.

The words of the Kingdom Knights are still very effective. A few wandering knights, look at me, I look at you, all nodded and went back to the end of the team.

The carriage curtain next to the horse lifted: "If it weren't for Mr. Ryan's pressure, I wouldn't really dare to walk with these guys."

"Mr. Oliver must know that they occasionally do other jobs." Both the merchant and the knight knew what they were talking about, and the two laughed at each other.

"I don't mind accepting more new armor and warhorse." Lane whispered.

"I don't mind helping Mr. Ryan introduce some buyers to get things out. I can charge no commission." Oliver also responded with a secret code.

Seems to have reached a tacit agreement.

"Huh! Dirty deal." On the other side of the carriage came a faint scorn from the sorceress.

After two days of rest, the body of the sorceress had recovered a lot, and Ryan could already feel the strong magical fluctuations in her body.

Hearing Teresa's voice, Oliver immediately subconsciously kept silent, but Ryan diverted the topic: "It's snowing outside, you need to keep warm."

"If it's too cold outside, you can also come to rest in the carriage. Well, I'm going to meditate." The beautiful face of the sorceress flashed through the curtain.

"Huh ~ It's really cold!" A black-robed big man rode up from behind and came up: "Even in the hills of our tribe, there won't be such cold weather in October."

The man in black robes was painted with oil paint on his face, the hair of the two temples was shaved clean, and the hair above his head was tied into a bunch of dirty braids, as was his beard-the thick long hairs were all tied into braids And scattered on his chest.

He wore a thick leather armor and then a brown deerskin coat. Some animal teeth were chained to his strong chest. He was carrying a spear and a long bow behind his back and a short knife around his waist. Look. It's not young, dark skin, old-fashioned, the wrinkles in the corners of the eyes are stretched because of the master's laughter: "You are the white wolf knight 'sledgehammer' Lane? I know you."

"Are you?" The black-robed man knew he wouldn't be surprised. The Nord Kingdom's propaganda for Ryan was actively promoted, and he was well-known in this place.

"Haha ~ I'm Rost, from the Cangwol tribe, and Mr. Oliver hired me as his bodyguard." The black-robed man was very bold, he untied the kettle in his waist, and unscrewed the thick wine from the bottle Among them floated: "Where is a brother?"

"No, thank you. I don't drink on an empty stomach."

"That's a shame." Rost took a jug and took a big sip: "This is a beautiful wine blessed by our tribe's shaman, made with malt!"

"Tribe, shaman? Are you from the north?" Ryan looked at Rost's sturdy arms. His height was one-nine meters. If the one-eight-eight-year-old Ryan looks well-proportioned, he is actually very strong. Type, then Rost is completely tall and muscular.

There are many such figures among the Nords, but there are not many people with **** and dirty braids.

"Yes, I have been here for hundreds of years. I am a barbarian." Rost spontaneously spread his hands, and then immediately added: "It is a barbarian who is confined. Our last generation patriarch Morui was in the battle of Fasha. He was active in China, and was listed as Imperial Knight by His Majesty Ludwig! "

No wonder this barbarian dare to slam and come out for the activity, has it been officially recognized by the original? Ryan thought so.

The northern barbarians have not always worshiped the chaotic evil gods, they also had their own deities and their beliefs.

After the advent of chaos, the northern barbarians were indeed the first group of people who knelt at the feet of evil gods. In addition to the reason closest to the gate of chaos, the environment of the wasteland in the north was really too bad and an important reason. The wasteland in the north It is too cold. If Nord is warm in the year and there are three months, the waste land in the north is cold all year round, and the land can hardly be cultivated. Life is always very difficult.

Even though the vast majority of barbarians chose to submit to Chaos, there were still a few barbarians who did not want to succumb to Chaos, so they chose to leave their hometowns. There are many barbarian tribes that migrated within the territory of Nord, and most of them did not want to. Go to the city to live with others, so with the permission of the king, they built their own settlements and lived in the mountains or desolate canyons. Many tribes still retain the most primitive beliefs, even Lane has seen the beasts. The sacrificial ritual of the gods, it must be known that the **** of the beasts had fallen by the time chaos descended, but these tribes still insisted on this custom.

However, this thing is also inaccurate, because deities are very powerful, they are difficult to die in the true sense, some deities will leave themselves a means of reincarnation, and some deities will choose to give up part of the power Save yourself and die.

Even if the deity body falls, as long as part of his power is still alive, everything will turn.

"So ... have you been okay for hundreds of years?" Ryan looked at the Hordaran Mountains shrouded in mist in the distance. The mountains were not particularly tall, but they spread far, and I didn't know There is something waiting for them.

"Okay, here, although the days are hard, but there are great Ms. Ice and Snow with us, it can be maintained." Rost caught a snowflake with his hand, UU read the book www.uukanshu.com and posted it on Let his face melt slowly: "It is the power of the goddess that shields us from depravity."

"But your goddess has never slept since." Lane whispered, the ice goddess was always sleeping. Except for occasionally getting some oracles from the goddess when he woke up, the barbarians actually did not get any benefits. But it has to contribute a lot of faith and sacrifices.

Is really ironic, isn't it?

If there is no faith, humanity will not be able to unite forcefully. Without faith, humanity will not be able to summon the courage to fight against the extremely powerful chaotic evil **** and the erosion of darkness.

"Faith makes us strong." Estelle appeared on a horse by the side of the crowd. The half-elf rode on a tall horse, wearing a hood and exquisite moon-white cloak and goose-yellow robe from the elf. The shape was elegant and the tone was soothing: "Brigger has heard from us that we can stay overnight at the reserved location tonight, there is no one there, just ..."

"Just what? Don't tell me there is no one, but there are monsters!" Oliver, sitting in the front of the carriage, exclaimed exaggeratedly. The guards and mercenaries laughed loudly, and everyone's eyes were on Ace Tell's body.

They are also waiting for answers.

"The dilapidated village left for the hunters and the past caravans was destroyed, very serious, I think ... Maybe many of us have to sleep in the open air at night." The half-elf was still smiling: "So, everyone moves Hurry up and get to the campsite as soon as possible, we can try to repair some houses for everyone at night! "

"That's good! Speed ​​up!"

"Hurry up!"

"Speed ​​up ~"

When the sun left the last glow on the hill, the huge convoy finally approached the campsite tonight.