Warhammer Throne

Imperial calendar 2525, midsummer, the northern border of the empire, the occupied area of ​​Ostermark province.

In the past, it was used as an important pier and port and the town that sold Ostmark’s high-quality wood, animal skins, and high-quality workhorses. Now there are only rubble and ruins. The Yankee’s bonfire is burning, even in the middle of summer. The cold and lonely territory still makes people feel chilly.

Several Yankees from Kurgan are sitting in the ruins of the town, lit on fire, leaning on a pig's thigh. Around them, the corpses of the imperial citizens have begun to dry during the hanging for several months. The original strong stench Also unable to withstand the ravages of time, a long row of gallows and torture instruments stretched along the road to the south. On each of them was hung a broken and convulsive imperial soldier's unlucky corpse. The Reifsnet River was still red. Yes, even though the unappetizing gray moss intertwined with the tight vines on the silt-filled shore, the remaining flow was suffocated.

The Yankees drank and ate meat, and at the same time verbally abused the cowardly decisions of the Chaos Lords. They did not notice that a guy in a black cloak appeared behind them. They were still arguing about where they should go to try their luck today. At the time, a dazzling rune sword pierced through the chest of one of the unfortunate ones from behind.

The strength of the incoming person is very strong, his pace is fast, and his swordsmanship is superb. Between the electric light and flint, he draws out the rune sword, holds the hilt in his hand and sends it forward, penetrating the breastplate and piercing the heart of the Yankee.

"Wow!" The remaining Yankee picked up a throwing axe in his hand, and the chipped axe blade was swaying in the air. The incoming person flashed sideways, clenching the rune sword in his hand, and the sword was heavily separated. He smashed his helmet on the head of a Yankee, and the Yankee was knocked to the ground.

The visitor immediately made up a sword, and the three Yankees died, leaving only the crackling flames in the fire and the pig's thigh hanging on it. The visitor hesitated for a while, and he looked around, as if he was weighing. What's going on.

After a few seconds, the visitor decided to sit down. He collected some leftover food from the Yankee. He shook the glass bottle and found that there were still a few mouthfuls of barley wine in it. He couldn't help but drank it with his head up, even though he didn't. The smell of too much beer, but this is a great relief to the smokey throat of the visitor. He earnestly roasted the pork leg, and when he felt it was almost done, he quickly took the roasted pork leg and the side before he had time to deal with it. She put away two pork chops and left the town secretly.

The visitor hurried to the forest outside the town. A giant griffin was waiting for him in the forest. The spirit of the griffin was good, but its wings were broken. When the visitor appeared, the griffin stretched out. The paw motioned him to hurry up.

"Old man, we are lucky. We can have a full meal today." The visitor hurried to the big griffon. He took out the food from the Yankee under the backpack and cloak and hid in the big Among the trees and bushes, visitors greedily gnawed roasted pork legs, while the Great Griffon ate raw pork chops.

The hood was taken off, revealing a human face. Now his hair is messy, his beard is full of dirt, he eats like a wolf, and he is more like a beggar than his once noble status.

Karl-Franz, the Grand Duke of Braunschweig, the Grand Prince of Rick, the Elector, and the heir of all the sacred heritage of Charlemagne from the mountains to the sea, the Emperor of the Empire.

He is not dead.

In the battle of Heffunken, he was defeated at a critical moment by the leader of the Blood Dragon Knights, Varazzi Harken, and fell among a large group of chaotic warriors.

At first, he thought he was dead.

But fate did not abandon Karl Franz. Charlemagne’s blessing still blessed the emperor. A chaos champion eager to kill him squeezed out the crowds of chaos warriors and rushed towards him, while Schwarzheimer and Helber Grid's attempt to save the emperor had some effect-the champion of chaos was fired by a row of silver musketeers, and one bullet happened to have a headshot. The champion of chaos fell and pressed the emperor under him, sinking into the mud together.

Karl-Franz survived in this way, and only awakened a day and night after the Battle of Hufffunken. At this time, the Chaos Army either continued to move south or collapsed because of the death of Aicharn Adjutant Kiron-Conqueror. .

The emperor survived, alone.

At first he thought he was dead, because poisonous air, corrupted moss vines, and fatal wound infections on his body would accelerate any mortal to death.

But the silver seal of the imperial artifact proves its value. This artifact carries a huge and long-lasting magic power. In the dark and cold night, he can feel the energy of the magic wind warming his chest, which will be able to threaten him. The most serious injuries were turned away, the wound infection quickly subsided, the poisonous air was purified, the toxins sprayed by the corrupted moss vines were expelled, and the emperor was able to survive.

He found his runetooth, the dragon tooth sword, under the belly of a Yankee. In the following days, he passed by death more than a dozen times, and twice was almost discovered by armed men’s patrols. , His wound festered in the humid air, he passed out more than once because of hunger and lack of water, and he was forced to drink salt water even though it would make him vomit and gobble up looted food in the warehouse.

Water is poisonous, food is poisonous, these are not problems, the power of the silver seal can purify toxins, and the continuous healing magic of the artifact gradually restored the emperor's health.

The emperor began to look for a partner. He found a tortured mount in a Kurgan camp with dozens of wounds on its wings—deathclaw griffon. He carefully planned a night attack. More than 20 North Korean guards have rescued Death Claw, and the Great Griffin can no longer fly for the time being.

But it was still very powerful. Relying on the power of the silver seal, Deathclaw recovered some physical strength. The golden partner killed the entire camp and escaped from the hunt of the Yankee. The emperor and his mount were like this. In the huge wilderness and forests of Ostermark, a guerrilla warfare between a single player and a single beast has begun.

At first, Karl-Franz was still a little optimistic about the status quo. The emperor thought that maybe the situation was not so bad. He had imagined that in guerrilla, he would encounter warriors and towns who still persisted in resistance, and then united them. As day after day passes, the news will spread.

Soon he will be able to find a way to get in touch with Heilberg and Schwarzhammer. They must still be fighting somewhere. They will once again fight side by side against aggression. The enemy may be extremely powerful, but this is his territory. They are his people. The news that the emperor is still alive will inspire all the empires to continue fighting. They will send troops to rescue him, even if the northern army of the empire is almost completely wiped out, Middenheim, Ivyheim, Bren Famous cities such as Rick, Nur, and Tarabeheim are still alive. Elves and dwarves cannot ignore the empire, as well as his best friend, the Sun King of Bretania.

For months, reality gave Karl Franz a slap, another slap, another slap, until he was numb.

No more, no resistance.

There were no remaining empire citizens or armies. The invaders drove away every one of them, or killed them all, or turned them all into slaves.

Over the past few months, the emperor has walked almost all over the Ostermark and emptied all the occupied villages and strongholds. Every hut is empty, and every row house reverberates with terrible silence. Some can be found in the ruins. Remnants of food, but he did not meet any imperial people alive, any.

There are only corpses, countless corpses, only ruins, broken tools and pots and pans, smashed looms, broken dung forks.

A few months later, the emperor cried. He found a safe place and cried loudly.

It is a kind of despair and powerlessness that cannot be described in words.

Since he took the throne, Karl-Franz has spent most of his life fighting to protect the empire. He can't count how many wars he has gone through, how many times he personally fought and killed himself. Thirty years have been like a day, the emperor of the empire. Urge himself with an absolute sense of responsibility and mission. This is the country he wants to protect with his life, and there are people who rely on him to protect.

Similarly, he spent his life teaching his people, planting food, arable land, harvesting crops, building temples, and arming himself. He spent his life making his people believe that as long as he persisted in resistance, the emperor’s army Will come to save them.

Did he try his best?

Yes, Karl Franz swears that he did his best, much better than his grandfather and his father.

He really paid everything.

But his grandfather Leopold and father Luitpold were able to enjoy peace and prosperity, but Karl Franz could only face the largest chaotic invasion and the most tragic failure in history.

The emperor couldn't find a solution to the problem, he didn't know what else he could do.

This is the most desperate.

"Carl, Carl, can you hear it?" At this moment, the emperor faintly heard a mysterious voice, which was exactly the same as what he heard at the most critical moment in the third battle of the Black Fire Pass.

"I can hear it! I can hear it!"

"Listen, we are running out of time. Carl and Tarabeheim are ruined. Most of the empire has fallen, but... there is still hope. Er, in Midden and White Wolf City... There are also formed armies, Nuer has repelled the siege of the Ratmen, and there is still a powerful army... must... return, must defend... Middenheim was Surrounded..." The voice was intermittent and then disappeared.

No matter what the emperor called, the voice never responded.

But this is enough for the emperor.

Hope is still there!

The emperor clenched the Rune Fang, and the rune on the Dragon Tooth Sword remained bright after two thousand years.

Yeah, that's true.

The things we have been accumulating are not all in vain.

From now on, as long as we do not stop, the road will continue to extend.

And my resistance from Karl Franz will never stop...

...I am the dividing line that never stops...

At the same time, the Empire, Rick led the border city of Ubeselik.

An imperial messenger was crawling on the ground with two fatal wounds on his back and waist. The stagecoach had already fallen dead.

The loyal imperial messenger glanced again at the document on his chest with the wax seal of the imperial cabinet coat of arms.

He knew that the Yankee did not find this request for assistance.

Yes, the Imperial Cabinet sent five messengers to deliver letters at the same time, and five identical papers were handed over to them. Four of the messengers were intercepted and killed while crossing the extremely dangerous Rikwald Forest. He was the only one. The man managed to cross the fungus blanket, the Black Forest, the interception of several Yankee tribes, and the pursuit of the Skaven Rats, and came to the vicinity of Ubeselik.

Unfortunately, when approaching the town, he was also spotted by a few Yankees from the Belsonglin tribe. The stagecoach fell to death. He could only escape with his legs. The Yankees used the throwing javelin to leave him on his body. A fatal wound.

The messenger finally got rid of the chasing soldiers and fled into the city.

The scene in front of him made him extremely desperate. Ubeselik was obviously also attacked by the Chaos Tribe. Part of the entire city had been destroyed, but fortunately the other part was still there.

Must, must send the information, must send the request for help!

The messenger crawled **** the ground, blood stained the stone road on the block, until he came to the door of a building called the Red Moon Pub, and he knocked on the entrance of the Pub. This was his last strength. Then he lay on the doorstep.

Darkness gradually fell in his sight, and the messenger slowly closed his eyes. Before he died, the sincere smile of Emperor Karl-Franz appeared in his mind.

Moss Libuxieyue hung high, and the chaotic storm swept the earth.

The door of the tavern opened, and the tavern owner Lorna Franz ran out: "Are you? From Braunschweig?"

The messenger said the last words of his life, and he delivered the blood-stained help paper to the hands of the boss Lona: "For the empire..."

The people in the tavern stepped out and carried the messenger in.

Empire Captain Marcus Kluebel shook his head: "Charlemagne is here, he is dead."

The drake of Charlemagne Templar Victor Salzpile screamed: "Another warrior has fallen! I swear that the Yankee and the Dark God will pay for it!"

Ranger Carylian played with the arrow behind her: "What happened to the short-lived ghost?"

The dwarf ranger Badin Goreksh was very sentimental: "This is a good one, good fellow."

The flame wizard Sienna Fognathus exclaimed: "I really think about returning to Brunswick after the matter is over."

"Well, you guys, you have a new mission." The tavernkeeper took out the help papers and looked at it, his face changed drastically: "This matter is related to the survival of the old world. Since we have run into it, we are duty-bound!"

"Understood!" the five heroes shouted together.

A few hours later, Ubeselik, the tower of Ludwig the savior, among the corpses of the plague coalition forces everywhere, the five small strong rushed all the way into the tower and blew the giant horn.

"Dudududu~"

"Dududududu!"

"Dududududududududou~"

The majestic horn sounded.

"It's the sound of the horn, the horn of the Tower of the Savior has been blown!"

"Light the beacon! Immediately light the beacon!!" At the hidden imperial guard tower on the gray mountain range, several frontier guards heard the sound of Ubeselik's horn. They took out the torch and lit the firewood without any hesitation.

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The owner of the Red Moon Tavern Lorna stood by the window on the third floor of the tavern, staring into the distance: "Tal is on!"

"Hope is still there."

The flames at the Tarkhov post ignited first.

Through the mountains and the sea of ​​clouds.

Through the storm and the stars.

Star-like pillars of fire are burning in the majestic peaks of the Grey Mountains!

The flames of hope light up the last hope on the top of the snowy peaks.

Dallaro Twin Peaks Outpost.

Eternal Heart Outpost.

Monrefort Outpost.

Doom Mountain Outpost.

Frost Heart Outpost.

Beacon fires continue, even in the haze of violent storms, the light of the beacon tower is still so bright, it straddles the night, the sky, the stars, and the peaks.

From Hemgart to Montferre, from Gisoleaux to the Pale Lady Mountains, from Hartmont Castle to the capital Curona!

Having lunch in a manor near the capital, Marshal Calad, who was holding a large ox tube bone and chewing on beef, accidentally raised his head and saw the flames burning on Hartmont Castle at a glance!

Kalad was stunned for a moment, he immediately realized what he took two deep breaths and immediately turned on his horse and headed straight for the Royal Palace of Curona.

At this time, the headquarters of the Supreme Command of Bretania was holding an informal meeting. Ryan, Maugiana, Suria, Bohemond, François, Beria, Catalyn, etc. were present. People, they are discussing the possibility of supporting Middenheim.

"Boom!" The door of the hall was directly knocked open by brute force. Karad rushed up, and the marshal shouted at everyone present: "Gray mountain! It's a gray mountain. The beacon of the gray mountain is lit! Your majesty, everyone!"

"The Empire asks us for help, Brunswick asks us for help!!"

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