Warhammer Throne

The wind of the beast turned into Ironhide and died.

The Captain of the Phoenix Guard, Kadroin, was killed in action.

In the same place, two magical winds rose one after another and flew toward the air. Aichaen, who was standing on the pile of countless black orc corpses, immediately stretched out his hand and tried to bind the flame wind.

As long as the wind of flame is bound, Aizhan can be sure that he will be invincible again.

It's a pity that the Eternal God's Choice did not succeed. This is not because Aizhan was unable to control the Flame Wind. The Eternal God's Choice has the powerful blessings of the four chaos gods, and he certainly has the ability to take the Flame Wind into his pocket.

It was Grimg Ironhide's head hammer that really prevented Ai'charn from binding the Wind of Fire. This head hammer not only temporarily destroyed the chaos artifact, the Eye of Sherron, but also hammered Ai'charn. Dizzy, bright red is constantly dripping under the crown of the Eternal God's Chosen Lord, and the chaos swords around know that it is definitely not watermelon juice.

After suffering this blow, Aizhan did not take his breath for a long time. He finally let the Flame Wind escape. The Eternal God chose to yell at Yan Qi for not providing him with enough magical support, and Aizhan did not have time to retaliate. There are other troubles to deal with.

With the death of Ironhide, the green-skinned army collapsed. Those weak goblins, the ogre war gang that had lost their mercenaries, and the headless Orcs lost their intent to fight. They ended up being killed by the Chaos Army. Slaughtered.

But only the group of black orcs is really a different kind of different kind. When they saw Ironhide died in battle, not only did they not collapse, but became extremely violent. Although the power of the wind of the beast faded, the power of revenge for the boss rolled in. After a moment of stagnation for the death of the boss for two seconds, these black orcs attacked Aizhan and his guards, Chaos Sword, with greater enthusiasm and deeper anger. Under the violent violent, the Chaos Sword battle group was in the black orc giant. The axe fell one after another, the strongest shield formation, the densest spear formation, and the invincible riding formation all shattered under the onslaught of the black orcs. This was a very tragic battle, even the dwarves who hated the greenskin the most. I have to admit that the trapped beast of the Black Orc caused a devastating blow to the Chaos Sword.

A member of Aicharen’s guards, accompanied by the Eternal God’s Choice who wandered in the extreme northern wasteland for hundreds of years, fell one after another, blood spurted from the shattered chaotic armor, and the machete cut their heads. The great axe smashed their shields, and the black orcs' iron fists smashed their heads through the armor. Aizhan never dreamed that these black orcs would be able to exchange with his Chaos Sword, causing huge casualties. Eternal God's Choice couldn't bear it, so he had to order to withdraw.

This relieved the pressure on the remaining order army in the city, and also gave some guys a chance.

The chief wizard of the imperial royal family, Greg Matak felt that he was selected by a certain powerful force. The wind of the beast rushed towards him in the amber gloom, with fangs, long claws and fluffy. Matak accepted this power. The great wizard of the Amber Sanctuary has not had time to feel how the wind of the beast should be used. Behind him, the white wolf sacred fire in Fort Urik suddenly burned more vigorously. , The phantom of a white wolf rushed out of the fire and rammed into Matak's body from behind.

Matak first resisted subconsciously, and then as he realized certain problems, the Great Beast Wizard gave up the resistance and let the white wolf fire consume him.

The flames recast Matak's body in the burning, and the great beast wizard directly boarded the demigod realm. The temperature around him dropped rapidly, the frost spread, and a giant hammer burning the white wolf sacred fire appeared on the horse out of thin air. In Tucker's hand, when he spoke, all the leaders of Urik Fort Nemidon shed tears. They knew that it was Urik's voice and the White Wolf God had come!

"I'm going to die for the Eternal God's Choice!" Urik controlled Matak's body, showing his fangs: "You, who will come?"

"Urik! Urik! Urik!" The leader of Midden was boiling!

Our god! Our white wolf god!

The new emperor Harland and his wife Annie immediately knelt in front of Urik: "My lord!"

"Get up!" Urik glanced at Harland. He was not particularly satisfied with the elector whom Boris had appointed temporarily. He was only generally satisfied. The White Wolf God always felt that if it hadn't been a problem with the original choice, he would now kneel here. It should be Ryan.

After thinking about it, he felt that his face was damaged. Urik no longer entangled all of this. The White Wolf God immediately ordered the reorganization of Urik's defenses, and he was ready to deal with Aichar himself himself.

On the other side, the Flame Wind, freed from the shackles of Aychan, headed directly towards Veronica, who was fighting against the champion of Tricky God Chosen, Zan Aike, in the air. The female speaker suddenly felt that the flame wind had brought it. With immense power, she couldn't help scraping a little bit of powder from it, praising her long-prepared big move.

The sky was dyed bright red under the power of Veronica, and an eye appeared behind Veronica, which covered half of the sky.

"Great spell, Eye of Medusa!" Veronica sipped, and the pure flames from the highest heaven swept the sky and directly enveloped Zaneike's body, the champion of Tricky God's Choice burned in pain, His soul and body were directly burned to dryness, ending his sinful life.

It turns out that the wind of flame is such a strong thing! After Veronica released her super big move, she only felt that the power was flowing. The female speaker immediately planned to bind the flame wind, but Ryan had already arrived: "Don't bind the flame wind! Veronica!"

"But! But..." Veronica hesitated when she heard Ryan's voice.

"Don't bind the flame wind." Ryan repeated: "That's not a power you can control well! Give up!"

"Well, you know how to bully me!" Veronie looked at Ryan without any joking in her eyes, so she had to give up. This is a very painful thing for the female speaker. She reluctantly rejected the Wind of Flame, with a very expression on her face. The feeling of being lost and losing power is not at all good, even though the power does not belong to her in the first place.

At the moment Veronica just rejected the Wind of Fire, a Teddy emerged from the crowd, and he shouted: "I'm coming!"

The rod of Lilith released powerful magical energy. The wind of flame was dragged by this force and was finally bound to the staff of Tigris, the Lord of Wisdom. Following Tigris, the God of the Moon appeared. Lilith and the pale queen Olica, Lilith shouted to Ryan: "Ryan, hurry up, go to Fort Urik and let the avatars perform the ritual. This is our only chance to defeat Aicharn!"

"Can only perform rituals?" Ryan shot up a group of chaos warriors, and the psychic fusion ray swept across the street along the nemesis's wave, melting all the enemies: "Isn't it possible to defeat Aizhan?"

"The ritual and the dealing with Aichaen must be carried out at the same time." Lilith said to Lane: "We can't put eggs in one basket."

"Understood, Brother Ruth, Brother Diego." Ryan nodded, "Is your strength enough?"

"Wait at any time." Ruth was injured in many places, but the wolf king showed his teeth.

"Can't wait." Diego was hurt more than Ruth, but his spirit was better.

"Very good, let's charge."

Breton’s horn sounded once again. Lilith immediately chanted the curse of a large-scale group confrontation. The colorful rain fell from the sky. The old guards and a small number of Breton knights immediately enjoyed it. The superb blessings of the goddess, each of them is now shrouded in the light of the fairies in the lake, all the injuries have been recovered, the limbs have been reborn, and the physical strength has recovered to the peak in one breath. There are a total of fifty-eight Bretons. Seeing the phantom of the goddess came to me, holding the Holy Grail in my hand: "This is the glory you deserve, warrior."

All the people in the Knight Kingdom were crying, and there were even more than 20 of them who were not even knights.

"I said that today, everyone is qualified to be a Knight of the Holy Grail." The fairy in the lake emphasized with a cold voice, and the goddess came to the soldiers: "Remember, I am among you, with you, just Let this battle be immortal, and our heroic deeds will be celebrated until the end of the universe!"

"Everything before is for this moment, follow your king, go ahead!" The knight queen Sulia also shouted: "For the lady and the king, for Bretania!"

The Bretons have been killed. Located at the door of Fort Euric, Aichan can hear the battle cry of the Bretons getting closer and closer, as well as those annoying dwarves, Eternal God's Choice More troops have also been transferred.

The anger of the black orcs was gradually engulfed by the chaotic frenzy. No matter how powerful these guys were, Grimg's hard boys were left with only a few hundred people when Ironhide was killed. They were not invulnerable existences. With Ai Charn constantly mobilized more Chaos Legions, and the three shield walls gathered along the street surrounded the Black Orcs. They supported them hard for a long time. Many Black Orcs were trapped in the middle by six large shields and were used by Chaos Warriors with their halberds. Stabbed hundreds of times through the gap in the shield and finally fell down. Some black orcs ate a giant axe after opening many cans in a row. They fought hard for a long time, and their entire army was wiped out.

Aichan was not excited about the battle. The Eternal God's Choice knew that the Black Orcs had actually caused a devastating blow to his army. The Chaos Sword was reduced to less than 300 people from a thousand-man battle group, and the four gods and demons army— -Not far away, Malekis is solving the last big monster, who stupidly wants to "fight" with Malekis, and Malekis uses the Wind of Shadow in the middle of the fight. Teleported to the back of the sword and penetrated the heart, the spell backlash turned into a mass of ashes.

Charlemagne came with the last imperial army. No one was his opponent. There is no need to question the power of Gal-Malaz. Seeing a hammer, there is no existence that can hold the hammer for a second time, until fear. The chief abuser, Kabanha, came out to intercept the emperor, and Aichaen was only a matter of time before facing the complete emperor.

Tyrion, Elarili, Imric, the shadow king Aris, and the pale queen Orika, each of the elven heroes appeared to fight against the catastrophe, except for Orika’s larger army of the underworld, the rest The entourage around the elven heroes is pitiful, but they can still cause some trouble to the Eternal God's Choice.

There are also dwarves, under the leadership of the white dwarves and the Supreme King Thorgrin, they came from the other side, they suffered heavy casualties, their expressions were firm, and every dwarf was ready.

Vlad's army of death managed to intercept part of the Chaos reinforcements, and the incarnation of the wind of death came quickly.

"Your power has no advantage here. I have defeated and killed more than one true god." Aizhan expressed contempt for Ryan who came over.

"That's because you never met me." Ryan said lightly.

The power of the Primal Body made Aichaen feel threatened, he had never felt such a strange power.

Thinking of this, the Eternal God's Choice suddenly felt strange, why hasn't the Skaven Skaven appeared since the battle has turned white-hot?

Chuanquero? What exactly is the thirteen-member assembly doing?

Outside the city of Middenheim, Skaven Camp, the atmosphere is fiery.

"Super sensitive, it's all about you~"

"With your company, I never feel lonely~"

"Super sensitive, super not plain~"

"Exclusive warmth, let me get used to it~"

"The radar will be fully open, I will accept your challenge, and magnify the love you give to fill my heart~"

The rats above are singing together. Without the plague priest, the plague censer and all kinds of poisonous smoke, the rats below started to get sick after eating and drinking.

"Received, received!"

"Follow Jiaran, and relieve your greed!"

"You can't hug you with a helmet on, and you can't protect you with a helmet off!"

"Father, take me away, daddy!!!"

"For you, I want to hear cat poisoning!"

The Great Grey Claw Prophet Chuanqueluo sat on his horse like a mountain, and he saw the news that the Chaos Army urged him to march.

The rat is not worth it, and Chuanqueluo thinks of Ai'chan's sputum and thinks of the mouth area.

But the big horned rat had to listen to his orders. When Tranquilo was still struggling, he suddenly felt that something familiar and terrifying was approaching. Tranquilo, who participated in the Ruscia expedition, knew very well that it was what!

Withdraw! Skaven is not a safe place anymore! Rats are really not worth it!

Tranqueiro made the decision, and it ordered the Skaven all army to retreat and retreat to the east.

Under the order of the Great Prophet Greyclaw, the Skavens began their long eastward migration. Before leaving, Chuanqueluo glanced at the sky and smiled inwardly.

The big one is going to be spicy!

The Skaven retreated in this way, and the final battle began before Fort Urik.

Over the centuries, Aichaen has encountered an opponent who is truly equal to him. Even if he completely liberates Uzul’s power, he is only comparable to Ryan’s power. The battle between the two sides is in full swing, right around them. The sword of chaos and the old guards collided with each other, and the armies of the incarnation council were vying for territory around the battle.

The Chaos Army still wins in a large number of people, and the Order Alliance wins in the high-end combat power. The two sides have launched a tragic battle. The core of the battlefield is the duel between Ryan and Aicharn.

Ryan's every attack is like a subspace deity patrolling the world~www.readwn.com~ unmatched.

Aichaen's sword was like a dark cloud, and every power of the Chaos Four Gods emerged around him. The black electricity came out, the space reversed, and the time reversed, which shocked people.

The Primal Gray Knight was unmatched against the Eternal God's Choice, and such masters clashed with each other, looking at each other, and smashing their hands, shaking the ancient and modern future.

This duel didn't know how long it lasted. They only had each other in their eyes. The earth-shattering battle continued until the Nemesis and the Kingslayer met, and the most brilliant sparks collided between the two.

Then, the blade shattered.

Since coming to this world, always accompanied Ryan's artifact, the Nemesis finally completed her mission, shattered into pieces, and dissipated between the heavens and the earth.

The Kingslayer in Ai'zhan's hands also broke through two gaps, and the explosion separated Ryan and Ai'zhan, each falling out hundreds of meters.

Ryan fell in front of Fort Urik, the Primarch shook his head from the ruins and spit out blood foam and was about to get up, and the voice of the fairy in the lake had already heard: "Ryan! Come in!"

"What?" Ryan struggled to get up from the ground. He saw from a distance that Ai Charn was thrown into ruins by an explosion, unconscious.

Only then did he discover that the Allied Order troops outside Urik Fort had either died in battle or withdrew into the fort.

"The ceremony has begun!" The fairy in the lake said anxiously: "Quick! I'm going to raise the shield!"

"it is good!"

When Ryan withdrew into Fort Ulrich, the ceremony had already begun, the incarnation of the eight winds had already stood up, and the ancient sacred instrument was spinning in the air.

Outside Urik Fort, the footsteps of the Chaos Army gradually approached, and Aizhan also woke up, he was gathering the army.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the ceremony.

The fate of the world will be decided here.