Warhammer Throne

Barrymont Castle is located in the middle of a mountainous hill in the north of the Principality of Leonsay. It is a small castle with only a few knights and two or three hundred troops stationed. It is mainly used to control the sparsely populated areas nearby.

Ryan thought it was not particularly strange that this castle was captured by riot serfs, because several of the knights in this castle are now in jail in the imperial capital Brunswick.

The serf ’s rebellion meant that Ryan knew very well, but he knew he had no excuse to intervene in this matter, and for now, he can only watch.

Repair the army and train the new army as soon as possible!

Northern wasteland, the Scarlins tribe, and thousands of barbarian forces are gathering on the coast.

They are warriors who believe in chaos, from the most basic barbarian marauders, to barbarian champion warriors, and chaos **** warriors, black pressure, a large and dense army is at the seaside, waiting for the arrival of the dragon boat.

The most elite 300 Kings Guards "Scarlet Guards" are standing on the cliff, defending their leaders.

In the cold wind, the king of the Scarlins tribe, "Red Eye" Egil-Steel Bjorn, was standing on a cliff on the coast, with two people standing behind him.

They are his most trusted chaos champion Haldorn, his righteous son, and also a powerful chaos wizard, he is called Chakoy.

This chaos wizard is from Brittania. He came from a small fishing boat, flew across the sea and came to the vicinity of the waste land in the north, and came to the coast of the Scarlins tribe.

This used to be a child who had awakened a talent for magic. It stands to reason that if such a child can be sent to the Imperial Royal Wizard College or the Wizarding League of the Southern Kingdom with conditions, they will be sent out soon. Otherwise, it will be sensed by the lake **** prophets and then the boy will be taken away.

The ignorant serfs had no ability to send their children out to learn magic, and they did not want their children to be taken away, so the child was put on the fishing boat to give him some food, and wanted him to escape doom.

The serf's extreme ignorance could not save the child's fate. When the fishing boat drifted to the seashore of the wasteland in the north, the child had been deeply corrupted by chaos, and he had become a terrible chaos wizard.

Egil saw him as the gift of darkness from the first sight of the child. He accepted him as his adopted son. For decades, this adopted son became a legendary chaotic wizard who could summon the chaotic monster.

This is the consequence of allowing children to awaken their magical talents. Such children let them grow up, and the final outcome is either to become a servant of chaos or a portal to chaos.

"I will lead five thousand troops south, Haldorn, you are here to wait for the Chaos dwarves and more troops to gather." Egil said towards his lieutenant general Haldorn: "Chakra dwarf lord Zumara will Bring his **** cannon to meet you. "

"My king, our army has not yet assembled, why are you so eager to go south, the chiefs of various tribes are still leading the army towards here." Haldorn is a tall chaotic champion wearing a scarlet plate armor, He said towards Egil.

"I can't wait any longer. The will of the great **** will let me go to the south, and I must go to the south." Egil wore chaotic armor and **** tomahawk, and his scarlet breath erupted everywhere: "I, It is the champion of the **** of blood. "

"The oracle of the great blood god, the woman who can give birth to his son for the righteous father is in the south, the northern island of the Principality of Leonsay in Brittania, that is called Landry, I feel that the oracle of the blood god, Only countless blood and killing can please the blood god. "Chakoy the chaotic wizard said:" Without enough killing, head and blood flow, the blood **** will not give the righteous father a real boy. "

Eguir nodded: "So, Chakoy and I led the 5,000-strong army to go south, and the remaining 30,000 people could arrive later, waiting for the arrival of the eastern dwarfs and set off together."

"Yes!" Haldorn responded loudly.

The barbarian army led by a hundred dragon ships set off first, and the black dragon boat carrier was destroyed, so it led to the south.

One hundred dragon ships crossed the Lizuhai Sea. Although the storm continued in the spring and the hurricane gusted up on the sea, the black fleet remained unscathed in the blessing of terror.

King Egil of Scalins stood proudly at the front of the dragon ship. The wind, rain, and vortex could not stop the foot of the dragon ship. This is the gift of the blood god, which undoubtedly represents the strength of the northerners.

"Father." Chakoy, the chaos wizard, came out of the cabin. He found that Egil was standing on the deck of the dragon ship. The chaos wizard was blown by the violent wind and could hardly open his eyes.

The horrible god-chosen champion stood on the bow of the **** like an incarnation of a deity. The raging winds and the surging waves were so small in front of him. Chaotic brass armor was worn on his body, spikes and ring decoration Looking at his body, the skulls hanging from the iron bars behind him tell the glory of Egil.

He was the champion of fearful abuse, the warrior favored by the blood god, the king of Scalins who swept the wasteland and chaotic wilderness of the north for more than 100 years.

"It will take up to three more days for us to cross the storm and arrive at the Principality of Leonsay." Chacoy said diligently towards Egil: "Indigenous people in the south will not think that our dragon boat fleet can cross the storm, they will We were caught by surprise. "

Chakoy thought his uncle would be happy when he heard the news.

However, Egil said nothing. The champion of the blood **** hid his appearance in his brass helmet. The top of his tall helmet had an eight-pillar emblem of terror, with only a pair of pale eyes. Blood red light.

"Father?" Chakoy's hood was blown away, revealing his severely mutated face, the chaotic wizard was full of sarcoma, an extra sharp angle grew on his head, and there was a blood hole in the middle of his forehead. There is a white eyeball inside.

"The destruction of the Southerners has long been doomed." Egil said calmly. His thick voice was as shocking as the mountains: "The Southerners gave up the redemption of the deity and also gave up the true civilization, only the true four of the North Only gods can get the chance of self-redemption, then their ending can only be destroyed, and I will bring true civilization and faith. "

"Now, when I come, the cowardly southerners will eventually be destroyed, only blood and glory will last forever."

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Principality of Leonsay, Landry town.

This is the northwest part of the Principality of Leonsay. There is a huge northwest coast and island group along the long coastline of the Principality of Leonsay. It is very rich and has a large population. Many residents live here. After catching a lot of seafood, the serfs lived a good life, so the residents here prayed piously to the fairy in the lake, praying for the blessing of the fairy in the lake, and protecting them from being swallowed up by the rough sea, or being Pirate attacks from northern barbarians.

It seems that because of the protection of the fairy in the lake, Landry was always quiet and peaceful, and nothing happened.

Just today, as always, the fishermen are on the beach, praying to the fairy in the lake.

Normally, the knights do not allow serfs to believe in fairies in the lake. Serfs generally believe in other gods of the old world, such as the goddess of mercy, Sharia, the white wolf **** of war, Eurek, the **** of death Moore, the sea **** Mannan, and the goddess of the earth The gods of elegance, wisdom and justice, Frenner, the **** of war, Milmia, or the three gods of the southern sect of the empire, the **** of justice, the **** of life, the **** of magic.

However, the deep-rooted belief of the fairy in the lake in Brittania made people willing to recite the goddess ’name, and the knights were not willing to stop the serf ’s worship of their ladies.

This is also true in the island of Landry, and the residents here are more willing to believe that it is the blessing of the fairy in the lake that allows them to return safely from the storm and the waves.

At the beach, several fishermen were kneeling and praying: "Praise Ms! Thank you for giving us peace."

An old fisherman also took the lead in praying. His tanned skin was covered with wrinkles all the year round. He glanced at the sky sadly, but he only sighed.

This year ’s maturity is not good. The island does not produce any decent crops at all. Landry is already a wealthy island. The serf ’s meals are still mostly fish. Only dinner can eat brown bread. .

Fortunately, the serfs here were not so hungry that they could live their lives.

These days, the sea is being stormed, and the fishermen have no way to go to sea. While praying, they complain about the bad weather, and they are ready to return to their home in the fishing village to spend the day in the warm fire and complicated work.

And at this time, at the end of the line of sight, a few black spots appeared on the other side of the sea level.

"Hey? What is that?" Looking at the black spots, several serfs looked curiously.

The old fisherman also looked at the black spots in the distance with doubtful eyes. He mentioned in his heart that he had a little bad hunch.

Several black spots later became a dozen, more than twenty, and then more black spots. Over time, several fishermen discovered that they should be some boats.

"It's weird that this kind of stormy weather can also be used for sailing?" Some serfs muttered. "What does that mean? This shows that the storm may not be that big. Can we also try to go out to sea? How much can we catch? "

"Hey, you guys." Another serf said sarcastically: "Those are big ships, first-class ships. That's your broken fishing boat that has been repaired many times. You see, the ship is big and strong. , Sure to withstand the storm. "

Several serfs were still looking around curiously.

The black spot gets closer and closer, and it gradually reveals its whole picture.

These are a few black dragon ships. The ship beast is a huge dragon head and skeleton. The huge sails are printed with a black octagonal array, looming in the storm.

The old fisherman looked at the black mark on the sail incredulously, and he rubbed his eyes vigorously.

Saw a black mark.

"It's finished ... it's finished." The old fisherman's knees fell and nearly fell to the ground. The serf next to him quickly supported him: "Old wood, what's wrong with you?"

"The end ... the end is here, our end is here." The old fishermen showed sadness, anger, and helplessness, but the most was the deep fear: "The north, the disaster star of the north is coming, destruction is coming, everything is withering. , That's the barbarian fleet of northern barbarians, they came to Landry, and we ... finished! "

"Northern barbarian's predatory fleet?" Several serfs panicked, and they quickly grabbed the old fishermen: "Impossible, isn't the north facing a storm? How could the northern barbarian predatory fleet come to us?"

"No, this is definitely the fleet of northern barbarians. I can't admit it wrong." There was only fear left in the old fisherman's face. This fear was deep in the bone marrow. His face was pale, and his body was trembling and sweating: "I won't admit mistakes because I have experienced them."

"When I was eight years old, my father went out fishing early in the morning, but unlike the normal outing, he went out in the morning and returned home only in the morning. With a fear on his face, he stuffed me in In the cellar under the room, and told me not to come out no matter what I heard. "

"The whole day after that, I heard countless voices, those terrible screams, cries for help, flames burning ... When the reinforcements carried me out of the cellar, I saw a ruin, a house Burning in the fire, the whole village turned into hell, everyone was killed, the head piled up like a mountain, my father was torn in half, my mother was punctured with a wooden stake ... I Is the only survivor of the village. "

"That is the masterpiece of the northern barbarian, that is the octagonal emblem of chaos, I will not admit mistakes, I will never admit mistakes, they have not forgotten me, they just did not take my life, leaving me here, let me steal my life. , And now they are back, here to get the interest, and we ... are finished. "

Several serfs had become scared, they looked at each other, packed things, and ran away.

Only the old fisherman knelt quietly on the beach.

The dragon boat approached. Under the chaotic octagonal emblem and the eight-pillar holy emblem of the **** fear, a hundred dragon boats from the Scarlins tribe gradually approached the beach ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ fishermen wailing everywhere on the beach The figure of escape.

As the first dragon ship landed on the beach, hundreds of thousands of Scarlins barbarian warriors roared down the dragon ship, and these bloodthirsty axe bearers took their own steps as soon as they boarded the beach. The escaping fishermen rushed away.

The king of Scarlins, "Red Eye" Egil, came down from the largest dragon boat. He took one step at a time, then pulled out his **** tomahawk, and the old fisherman who knelt to death was cut in two with an axe: " It ’s really a cowardly southerner. Only the southerners can do this kind of thing.

"Pass me to order that every southerner who dares to confront us will be given a decent death by us with an axe and sword, and every southerner who surrendered and gave up resistance will be punctured to death by a stake! Kill what you saw All living creatures, give their heads and blood to the great blood god! "

"Oh! Oh!" The barbarian warriors and marauders responded wildly to Egier's command. They brutally killed all living creatures they saw and seized everything they saw.

The village in the distance was immediately submerged in flames and smoke, and the weak garrison and slight resistance immediately disappeared.

"Let these decayed and backward southern people, experience the superiority of our northerners! Blood sacrifice blood god, skull sacrifice skull! For blood and glory! For fear of abuse!"

"For fear of torture !!!"

On this day, dozens of villages along the coast of Landry were completely reduced to rubble, and tens of thousands of Britons were massacred. No one was spared. Want to chat "" with more like-minded people, WeChat pays attention to "Reading Literature", talk about life, find friends ~