Warhammer Throne

ps: After the last trip, I still ask for a monthly ticket, Qiu Li Gao~

　　 When the Kronborg fell, the Breton jihadist army was slowly advancing along the Axebit Pass.

The regents of the kingdom, Lawn and Karad, led the two marshals, and Ryan, along with Bohemond and the old father-in-law, led the Chivalry army to slowly follow from behind. The axe bite pass is a mountain road, and the supply line will be more fragile without a river, so The speed can't get up.

Under the leadership of Maharaja Badr and his brother Thor, the Norsca dwarves walked through the underground network, but then a sad news came that Karak-Breeze Castle had fallen and was captured by the Skaven. Since then, the last dwarven fortress in the Northern Grey Mountains has also fallen.

Sisters Twilight’s Alair’s army front walks on the roots of the Oak of Time. The wood elves don’t want to be with the dwarves. These people are still grieving for the deaths of Queen Alair and King Olain. The morale of the wood elves is low. At this point, the Twilight sisters have nothing to do. They are not leaders who are good at motivating morale.

　　 Even so, there are still some elves and dwarves in the jihadist army.

The eldest son of Bellegar Hammer, King of the Eight Peaks, young Thorglin led a small group of moustache dwarves to follow the Mujahideen and volunteered to serve as a scout team. Jade Honesty drove his rotor helicopter around all day. On the side of the elves, Alalos led his gray-clothed team to follow the old guards. Similarly, the wood elves under Alalos's morale were also low. These tortured and suffering warriors can only follow closely. Looking at the hero Alalos, seeking the final relief.

　　 The three Kiesloff Guards enjoyed the high altitude of the Grey Mountains and the bitter cold wind. For Mrs. Kiesler, Bretania was too warm.

The 6,000-member Estalian Militia Legion, carefully selected by the Grand Duke of Magritte, Juan Carlos-Sun-watchers, cursed the biting ice peaks of the gray mountains. The Estalians were not used to this. cold.

　　 2525 in the imperial calendar, a day in the late summer.

The biting wind is endless, and the screams from the towering mountain peaks are wrapped and collapsed and echoed on the road. The sky is already empty and the gray curtain is stirred and turned into a pile of twisted storm clouds, turbulent. The surging is as if a pair of giant hands overwhelming the sky are tearing the sky apart.

The British Minister of Foreign Affairs, Talleyrand, who was with the army, wrapped the superior waterproof robes tightly on his body. The high-precision lame cursed the **** bad weather. At the same time, he kept complaining about why Ryan had to appoint him to join the army. The lame just wanted to Enjoy the hot coconut goat milk and Paimeng soup for breakfast in your own manor instead of eating and sleeping here.

"Your Excellency Talleyrand, I am surprised that you will follow." General Zhukov of the 1st Guards Lancers tried to talk to this complaining high-precision, he looked a little stiff: "I believe you will be able to play Own role."

"Why don't you say that I can play a vital symbol that is that this great holy war also has the participation of high elves, which symbolizes that we have achieved the great unity of race and nation under the leadership of the Sun King." Lelan slanted his eyes and said, "Long live the great unity of the nations of the world. Didn't this tell you the end?"

　　 Zhukov was speechless with this sentence, and General Kislov was blocked until he tried to find out that he could not catch up with it.

　　 The winged cavalry around could not help laughing.

　　 Zhukov's face flushed red, and he finally couldn't help but suffocate: "Your Excellency Talleyrand, I respect you very much."

"You can call my name directly, General. We are all servants of the Sun King." Talleyrand smiled stiffly. He took out a bottle of rum from his waist and took two sips, feeling much better: " I am not the Chaos Demon, you don’t have to fear me so much, and as far as I know, you are not afraid of the Chaos Demon. In the north of Kislov, you have led the Ursula into the battle more than once, and many Chaos Demon have been cut down by you. Turn, if that's the case, what are you afraid of? Afraid I will eat you?"

　　 "I only fear one thing, that is stupid." Zhukov can only say: "I always feel that I always seem to be stupid in your eyes."

　　 "Wow, my general, I have to look at you high." Talleyrand rubbed the surface of the cylinder with his hands and smiled: "Then I think you must live in low self-esteem every day."

　　 Zhukov's smile stiffened: "Talerand, I respect you very much, but that doesn't mean you can test my bottom line over and over again."

　　 "I heard that Raymond became the marshal." Talleyrand ignored Zhukov's words, and then said, "What do you think?"

General Kislev’s face changed. He was at a loss for Talleyrand’s performance. He could see Talleyrand staring straight at him. He could only say: "I respect the decision of His Majesty the Sun King. Perhaps Marshal Raymond is a good one. s Choice."

　　 "Puff puff." Talleyrand couldn't help laughing. "I was expecting a more satisfactory answer from you, Georgi."

"I said, I respect your majesty's decision. I like order and fight for the recovery of Bretania and Kislov. I am not the kind of person you imagined." Zhukov can only organize the language reluctantly. .

"I also like order, especially rules, but I don't like law, especially civil law." Talleyrand smiled and said: "Then I can understand, my general, you also think Marshal Raymond has risen from the grassroots. Twenty years ago, he was a carpenter who deserves the glory of the marshal, right?"

　　 "Your conclusion is almost equivalent to my answer." Zhukov nodded, his big bald head radiating bright light under the reflection of the white snow peaks of the gray mountain peaks, which was very dazzling.

"Very few people have no other thoughts in their hearts after mastering the army that symbolizes the nation's last lifeline and the strongest combat effectiveness." Talleyrand's face was calm, but he said words that made Zhukov's heart beat more than violently and even made him look around. .

　　 Zhukov now serves as the general of the First Guard Lancer Corps and the commander-in-chief of the Kislov Guards. In other words, he has at least half of the control of all the troops that Kislov hopes for the restoration of the country.

　　 "Oh, my general, why is your face red?" The lame said half-stopped, and he said with a grin.

　　 "Energetic!" Zhukov said quickly.

　　 "Why is his face yellow again?" Talleyrand burst into laughter.

　　 "Anti-cold..." Zhukov couldn't edit it anymore: "We, Mrs. Keisler, are like this, and our face will turn yellow in cold weather. This is a self-protection mechanism."

　　 "So are you interested in the rank of Marshal?"

　　 "Me? I am satisfied with my current glory, the achievements of fighting against Chaos in the north for ten years as General Olengrad, and I am not short of wealth."

　　 "Yes, of course you have no shortage of wealth, not to mention, after several ploughing sweeps, the wealth you transported back from the front line has dozens of carriages, right?" Talleyrand said casually.

　　 Zhukov's face was pale, he was silent for several seconds before he said: "I took it from the enemy."

　　 "Yes, you are."

　　 Talleyrand said no more, he closed his mouth.

　　 That night, the axe bit the pass post, the king's red, blue and golden top account.

　　 After the announcement, Talleyrand quickly opened the tent and came in. The room was very warm, because Veronica's witchcraft brazier was lit in the corner, and there was the familiar sound of mahjong.

Looking towards him, I saw the knight queen Sulia, the lake **** witch Mogiana, the female speaker Veronica, and the maid chief Silvia were sitting together playing Japanese hemp. The scene looked very lively, and the table was placed on the table. With the chips, Talleyrand only had time to take a look and noticed that the chips on it were written "One Day". Among them, Sulia had the most chips piled up like a hill, followed by Morgiana and Veronica, followed by Silvia. There are only a handful of chips, and Su Liya gently drew a hand from the chips and handed it to Silvia: "Well, don't say I didn't give you a chance this time."

　　 "Come on! This time you just wait to let go! Mrs. Suria!" Veronica rolled up her sleeves and planned to do a big job.

　　 "Since Madam requested so, then I can only obey." Silvia on the surface reluctantly, in fact, eager to try.

　　 "I'll just play with it." Morgiana is very conservative, if it weren't for Su Liya's request, she wouldn't even want to participate.

Where is 　　 Lane?

　　 Lane was roasting a large amount of skewers on the other side of the stove, sprinkled with cumin, controlling the heat, and a large pot of beef borscht was stewed next to him, exuding a moving fragrance.

　　 "It's Talleyrand, what's the matter?" Ryan said casually. Talleyrand was his personal servant: "Come on, how about the borscht I made?"

　　 "Dare not follow your life." Talleyrand did not hesitate to sit down and eat.

　　 is not a ruler, but a servant, not a subordinate, but a friend. This is the position Talleyrand gave himself.

　　 By the way, the **** told Ryan the entire conversation.

"Then do you think he should be given the title of Marshal?" Ryan was silent for a few seconds, and the Sun King sighed: "Actually, according to Zhukov's merits, there is no problem, and his military ability is even better than that of the deceased. Konstantin (Rokosovsky), Konstantin’s military plans are often too risky and want to squeeze the potential of the army to the extreme, so he must be equipped with Kalad’s super execution and fearlessness. Fierce general."

　　 "Your Majesty, have you trained a dog?" Talleyrand said: "Dogs, if they are too hungry, they will in turn hurt their owners. If they eat too much, they will lie down to sleep and ignore their owners."

　　 "Then you and I think the same." Ryan smiled: "loyal! Honest!"

"He is very useful, at least until Kislev is successfully restored to the country, and for Kislev's rotten land, his talents can be used for a lifetime, but he needs to be carefully mastered." Talleyrand was silent for a few seconds. : "Your Majesty, you specify that I must follow, is it also a similar consideration?"

"How to say?"

　　 "I have been thinking, what should we do after entering Braunschweig?"

　　 "It depends on the decision of the Imperial Council." Ryan narrowed his eyes: "How about Frey."

　　 "How about Frey, how about us?" Talleyrand thought for a while: "I dare to ask, Your Majesty, if Frey can be designated as the crown prince, what do you plan to do? I am also prepared for diplomatic strategy."

　　 "Be the Emperor Shao." Ryan said softly.

　　 "What if it can't be done?"

　　 "Be the overwhelming emperor."

　　 "Understood, then, your majesty, please look forward to my future performance." Talleyrand smiled: "Also, please be sure to win!"

　　 "You don't believe in my strength?"

　　 "Your Majesty, besides military victory, isn't there a victory in science and technology, a victory in culture, and a victory in religion?"

　　"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha~" The tent was filled with the jovial laughter of Ryan and Talleyrand.

　　 There is also Veronica's roar: "Rong! Broken nine! Ruby card! Two days for me!"

　　...I am the dividing line that must be won...

　　 Shortly after time, the axe bit the pass, the Bretonian vanguard.

The vanguard of tens of thousands marched hard in the wind and snow. The heavy rain and the axe biting the pass, the endless green-skinned war gang, and the Skaven Rat people attacked Raun and Calad. Difficult, pours of rain pounding on the rocks next to him, the converging stream pouring down from the high ground, gurgling and rushing forward, rushing from the rugged mountain road into the axe chopping pass until All that can be left at this time is just a few details, as if telling everyone that the end of your journey for Britanian chivalrous patients is already doomed.

Dangerous mountain trails are always full of accidents and strong winds, as well as uninterrupted fierce wildness. If it weren’t for the special carriage and mountain snow chains carefully crafted by the Norsca dwarves, they are especially suitable for walking on the mountain trails, which are extremely difficult to skid. Raun I don't know how much materials will be lost along the way. Even so, there are still more than a dozen horse-drawn carriages and more than 170 people falling down the steep mountain road, becoming the victims of the first batch of jihadists.

　　 This sacrifice is not at all glorious.

As Lawn and Kalad moved forward, the hills and hills gradually fell behind them, replaced by the country of pain with thousands of hills and mountains, and the last pasture land disappeared, leaving only the invisible end. The steep and barren hills and stone ridges, the rain is as biting as ice, and the gust of wind has drawn it into the evil vortex, flooding into the creases of the fabric and the gaps in the armor.

　　 At this time, the waterproof cloak of the wood elves is particularly important. Wearing a thick raincoat of the wood elves, at least it will not be drenched.

But even so, the morale of the knights is still declining, especially the young ranger knights who are screaming and participating in the knightly holy war. They soon discovered that there was no enemy or room to charge in their sight. Conditions, the original enthusiasm of the expedition is also difficult to maintain under these conditions, tortured by the fierce destruction of nature, the knights shrugged their heads without saying a word, just silently following the brigade and the holy grail banner.

　　Raun and Calade can't do much about this situation.

　　 As night fell, Karad and Lawn sat around the fire in the tent, eating and chatting.

"If we are lucky, we will arrive near Hemgart in five days, hoping that Sir Amanrik and his legion can meet us there." Lawn chewed a white radish in his mouth and pointed to the map: " It’s much easier to walk the back road through Hemgart. We can walk all the way down the alpine grassland until we reach Bogenhafen. We should be able to arrive in seven or eight days.

　　 "I hope it will go well." Calad ate the roast pig's knuckles, his face always serious and unsmiling: "By the way, Leon Cole, do you think that something seems to be peeping at us lately?"

　　 "I have feelings too. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Lawn nodded, he suddenly put down the bowl: "Did you feel it?"

　　 "Yes, I feel it." Kalad also put down the trotters.

The chief tent suddenly opened, and the two marshals rushed out. They tore off their robes, revealing the dazzling family crest on the plate armor of the dwarf master rune under their robes: "Take up the weapon! Take up the weapon, Ready to fight!"

Karad’s roar preceded Raun’s roar. The vanguards were stunned at first, but within a few seconds, everyone began to respond. The knight masters excitedly shouted that their servants wear armor. The veterans yelled at the recruits and told them where they should be seated.

The violent roar of the group came from the side of the mountain pass, and every knight had known that voice since the time he was attending—the thing that has been deeply imprinted in their minds since the day they picked up the sword, it was once The enemy who nearly killed Bretania is a group of lunatics who are always tireless in destruction and destruction.

Even if the famous "green-skin killer" King Rongen, the king of Brittany, has spent nearly a hundred years purged, burned and crushed them hundreds of times, even the current Sun King Ryan can hunt down these things all the way into the mountains, even Expedition to Bafeng Mountain, but they will always come back. They are like parasites and will never be completely eliminated.

　　They are...

　　 "waaagh!"

　　 "waaaaaaaaaaagh!"