Warhammer Throne

Kemler's head fell to the ground, and the eyes of the undead wizard who had raged for decades in the Gray Mountains were gradually dull. His gradually scattered pupils reflected the La-Maisonnel monastery in the distant mountain valley.

There is the staff of Nagash he has been pursuing all his life.

But everything is over.

The long history of him and his Tomb Corps has come to an end.

At the moment when Kemler died, the entire undead army began to collapse. The powerful graveyard guards and skeleton warriors, the undead creatures, the undead chaotic warriors, they collapsed in place and turned into one. Pile of bone residue.

Lost the supply of mortal energy, Gul's body gradually disintegrated on its own, and then it said: "My master is ..."

"Na ..." The champion of the Undead Chaos Four Gods did not finish these words, he dissipated in situ, lost the maintenance of Kemler's undead magic, Gul's body became a ray of gray smoke, dissipated in the air.

This is actually a bit strange, because even if the undead other than Gul lose the magic power supply, at most they are self-disintegrating, and Gul's disappearance is actually nothing left.

There seems to be some force to force Gul away.

On the field outside the monastery, only large corpses and blood pits remained.

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

It seemed that after five minutes, the human army realized their victory. François was the first to stand in front of Kemler ’s body. The Duke himself looked at Kemler ’s head first, and François was grimace, He grabbed the head of the undead wizard and fell **** the ground: "Slap!"

Kemler's stern head fell into the plasma and was stained with stains.

François' iron boots stepped **** Kemler's head.

Stomped hard, stomped fiercely, one at a time, until the head was bloody.

"Kemler! Years of hatred! Father's hatred! I finally reported today!"

"Father! I finally avenged you!"

Lane has never seen Francois so distraught, Duke Weinford's bone hatred was revealed in front of everyone, and then the Duke burst into tears, and the old man used his handkerchief to wipe his tears for a long time.

Francois ’father, Tank Red I, was killed by Keimler during the Battle of the Montfort Bridge, and was resurrected as an undead. In order to show off his victory, Kemler took the face of Tank Red I from the past The Duke's face was taken off and sewn on his robe.

This is a great shame for the Francois and Duke Winford families. Since Francois inherited the duke ’s title, he vowed to revenge, the first time La-Maisonnel Abbey twenty years ago The battle is his masterpiece of revenge.

But this is not enough.

This is not over yet!

Until today, Francois finally completed his revenge. Duke Winford, with a sigh of relief, with pleasure on his face, he pulled out the sword of the unicorn and shouted: "Victory! Masters, let Let ’s revel in this great victory and enjoy the glory as much as we can! Today ’s victory will be in the history books forever, and our glory will also be eternally celebrated, even if it is the end of the world! "

"Victory !!!"

The defense of La Maisonnel Abbey ended in the defeat of the great necromancer Heinrich-Kemler, where Kemler, who once traversed the old world and left many sorrows to the Empire and Brittania A complete defeat in a battle represents the disintegration and destruction of the Ancient Tomb Legion. The order forces in the old world lacked a strong enemy, and the humans, dwarves and even wooden elves of the Grey Mountains ensured the tranquility of the mountains through joint operations. Southern Letania has completely shaken off the shadow left by Keimler and finally achieved a stable and peaceful development environment.

The guards shouted long live together, everyone was firmly united together, many soldiers wept with joy, and felt the supreme glory, and the mountains and the wild were all reveling scenes of victory.

In the mountain tsunami, Francois laughed. He first nodded to Ryan, and his son-in-law was his own. There was no need to say anything. Then, Francois took the initiative to Theodore Duke of Berleon. Ke extended his hand: "Your Excellency Theodoric, you will come to support, it really surprised me and was pleasantly surprised, thank you very much for your support!"

The rough-faced Theodoric shrugged and said to Francois that his arm was injured and he could not shake hands. He could see that he was very complacent about his performance: "When I learned this news, I knew I need me here, the kingdom needs me, so I came, and it seems that the result is not bad. "

"Yes, the result is not bad." Francois withdrew his hand, and the hatred was revenge. The old man was in a good mood.

The relationship between him and Theodoric is actually very poor, but after all, everyone is a fellow human being and a knight of the fairy in the lake. There is still a consensus on unifying the outside world.

"Hehehe ~ The time when Lord Theodoric Duke came was also very accurate." Ryan was hurt, and he appeared from the side with a smile, a little ridicule in his tone.

"I am helpless, Ryan kid." Theodoric heard Ryan's implication, he relied on his old age, a little reliant on the old means: "I and my men only have more than 200 people ... now only There are more than 80 left, and I must choose the right time, otherwise I am just a new source of troops for the undead. "

"Well ..." Ryan did not have much opinion on this point. As Theodoric said, just as the balance of the battle swayed around, Theodoric and his two hundred knights successfully played Had its own role.

Then, the Duke's fearless charge brought a lot of trouble to Keimler. Kemler, who had originally concentrated on the army to resist Ryan, had to be distracted to fight Theodoric.

Do n’t underestimate the battle of only two or thirty seconds, Theodoric has the same effect as the duel between Ryan and Gul. Kemler, who was forced to fight distractedly, lost his best escape opportunity and drove the undead The legion covered the timing of his retreat, otherwise the undead wizard might still be able to escape.

This is the battle of the Holy Land. It is easy to defeat the opponent and difficult to kill the opponent.

Thinking of this, Ryan's face is better. No matter what his personal character is, Theodoric's support in the snow still played a decisive role in this war. This may indeed be Theodoric's speculation. , But as the main beneficiaries, both Francois and Ryan must bear his favor, so the old guy should be proud too.

After coming to Brittania for nearly ten years, Ryan began to understand the court and the officialdom: "Thank you for your support, Your Excellency Theodoric."

"Don't thank me, if you really want to express your heart, help me with a pension." Theodoric shook his head, looking back at the knights who followed him, but the scars were still used. The loyal gaze fixed on the Duke's knight of Bellaion has been reduced from more than two hundred at the time of the charge to more than eighty: "They are the backbone of this kingdom!"

"Well!" Francois had no objection to this, and Duke Winford readily agreed to give out the pension.

"Hey! Hey!" Bellega led the dwarves of the Angerand clan, and the King of the Eight Peaks arrived first: "Hey! You Bretons! How come it's over, no Give the dwarf a chance to perform! "

"There will be a chance for you to show, King Bellega." Lane grinned and said to Bellega, the **** champion of the lake fairy was not badly hurt in the duel with Gul, he was bloody: "You and your family People let us see the glory and tenacity of the dwarves, and I am honored to be able to fight alongside you. "

"Me too." Francois also said with a smile.

"Hey, hey! I killed 159! I remember it!" He was wearing a high hat and enjoyed the compliment of everyone. The king of the Eight Peaks was very complacent, and Bellega held his own Angerand Hammer: "Dwarves never let their friends down, tell me, Brother Ryan, how many did you kill?"

"It doesn't matter how many I killed. The important thing is that I'm glad to see you safe and sound." Ryan had no intention of arguing with Bellega: "My friend, King Bellega."

"Me too, Brother Ryan." After hearing Ryan's answer, Bellejah froze for a while, and then murmured strangely: "Well, I admit that your statement is more beautiful, you must be on the mouth. Smeared the secret barbecue sauce of our Angerand clan. "

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" The post-war battlefield was full of laughter, and even the original wood elf lord Arallos couldn't help but smile.

After the laugh, Francois's face became serious, and he walked to Kemler's headless body, pulled out his storage ring, and handed it to the Prophet of the Lake God to purify. Then, Duke Winford used He held the black arrow stuck in Kemler's chest: "Who is this arrow? Who hit Heinrich-Kemler! Stand up!"

"It's me, my prince, this is my black arrow." Bertrand, the chief of the Xialong Forest Patrol Battalion, came to the crowd with some anxiety. He felt his heart beating and thumping. Domain advanced, even because the heart knot has been resolved, and Francois looked directly at him. Bertrand licked his lips and knelt down quickly: "This is my black arrow! Everyone can testify!"

"Yes, this is Bertrand's black arrow, he once showed it to me." Ryan also came out to testify.

"Um ... made with the tendon of Yalong's heart, this is a dragon core arrow dedicated to breaking the magic. No wonder it can pierce Kemler's body." The elf lord checked it and said a rare good word: "This kind of arrow human can actually be made. Although it is still a violent disaster, it finally played a role."

"Yes ... yes!" Bertrand faced the Duke directly. The famous "Green Arrow" in the Ryan territory shivered a little. As a serf-born thief, he can now talk directly to the Duke, which makes him feel Supreme glory.

Many serfs have never had the opportunity to talk to the baron in their lifetime, and now they can talk face-to-face with the Duke. How glorious is this?

"Kneel down." Francois looked serious.

"Papa!" Almost immediately after hearing the Duke's order, Bertrand knelt down immediately, Francois clapped his hands, and a shining unicorn medal came up from his close.

"Wow!" Everyone realized what was about to happen. Almost all the serfs who were watching this scene instantly had red eyes, jealous, unwilling, envious, and longing.

Shining medal! Noble Lord! Almost all serfs swallowed saliva.

"The descendants of the Pureman Ledermond never say anything, and I remember my promise." Francois took the silver plate from the near hand and handed it to Lane: "He is your man, Lane. ,give it to you."

Ryan ’s flag officer, Amand, took the silver plate, and Ryan took the sword out of his sheath, and the vengeful goddess burning the platinum flame directly pressed on Bertrand ’s shoulder.

"I, the chosen champion of Earl Glamorgan, Baron Jean, and Ms. Ryan Macado, formally conferred the title of Lord Lord of Honor at Bertrand Winford! May you use your performance and your honor to continue to protect this country , Fight for the light and glory of Brittany! "

"Yes!" Bertrand's body trembles. With tears in his eyes, he kneels down towards Francois and Lane and knocks.

Click on the left and right shoulders, the medal is not on the chest, and the award ceremony is completed.

There is no language to describe Bertrand's excitement, from serf to thief, from sergeant to lord.

Starting today, there will be no more serf-Bertrand, thief Bertrand, sergeant Bertrand.

Some are Lord Winford Honor, Sir Bertrand!

This story of Grand Theft Auto is destined to become another legend!

At the end of the war, that night, the whole army cheered the wine, everyone at the grand banquet was drunk, and even Francois, who had always been gentle and calm, drank a big drunk, and everyone sang together "Ms. Bless Brittania" "And, the knights celebrated the victory loudly, and the whole monastery fell into a sea of ​​joy.

Halfway through the drink, Ryan came out of the banquet alone, and the cold late autumn wind blew his face, making some drunk earls wake up a little bit of wine ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ He sighed and spit out a breath of alcohol : "Wow ~"

The lively La Maisonnel Abbey is full of joy and fire. Ryan cast his eyes on the distant snow-covered gray mountains and nodded. Then he held out his hand and caught an oncoming burden: "Is this?"

"You are brave, Lord Ryan." The wood elf hero Alaros calmly appeared from one side: "Eslay feels trade with you as a trading partner. For this victory, Esley feels happy, this is The venison meat preserved and blessed by Eisley represents our friendship with you. "

"Thank you, unfortunately I don't have anything to give you back now." Ryan knows how precious the venison meat stuff made by wood elves is. In Brittania, this kind of thing can only be seen at the royal annual banquet.

"This victory is the best rebate." Alaros nodded, and he walked to Ryan's side: "What are you thinking? Do you seem to be worried?"

"I was wondering if we celebrated too early, Matthew Hud and his Mu Xilong ... Forget it, the military is now very tired, we are also suffering heavy casualties, humans are not dwarves, this battle is over, Matthew Hu De and his undead must be quiet for at least a few years. "Ryan frowned." Victory is always short. "

"The world is like this, but at this moment, we can still celebrate victory."

"Good!"

The two chatted a few words, and the lake **** witch Mogiana appeared: "Lane?"

"Ok?"

"Come here, I have something to find you."