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On the Norsca Peninsula, the condensed blood was buried in the frost and snow in the cold wind. The tall Chaos warriors cut off their heads after the war and built a skull base to please the Blood God.

The heads of the Norscans were piled only a few meters high. Although their tribal leader had the courage to rebel, the killings he brought were simply not enough to please the Blood God.

Chaos Lord Hargrot Warbringer is not depressed. There are still many opponents and competitors on the frozen soil. Before he goes south, he will celebrate the arrival of destruction with a mountain of skulls.

Heavy snowflakes floated between the sky and the earth, and the ground trembled slightly, indicating the approach of some huge creature.

Huge silhouettes with a height of six meters each walked out of the wind and snow. The snowflakes did not cover their thick fur, and their sharp tusks shone with a cold metallic light.

These beasts, twisted by chaos, are not as weak as their counterparts in the south. The bloody mouths under their proboscis like to devour flesh and blood.

There were densely packed humanoid figures scattered around a dozen hills. The howls of trolls and human-skinned wolves penetrated the wind and snow, and the direwolves silently circled to the side of the Chaos Legion.

Hagrorot looked at the opponent on the beast, who was also a Chaos Lord.

A weakling who quit the Arctic wasteland early.

Did being a master among mortals arouse his meager courage?

The champions who survived the fight joyfully praised the name of Khorne, worshiping the supreme Lord of War and thanking him for the head.

The God's Chosen led each small battle group to evacuate towards the enemy. The divine hero Wei Fei. Horror couldn't wait to roar Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God and led the vanguard of the legion to kill the beast.

The champions of the Blood God must compete among themselves!

Haglot was immersed in enemies more powerful than the soft-footed shrimps in the south. He longed for a strong enemy, otherwise he would not have led the legion into the Arctic wasteland in the first place.

The warriors on both sides shouted the name of the Blood God. The war elephants slowly accelerated, and the warriors in hair also raised their weapons.

Blood sacrifice to the blood god!

The beast's charge caused a terrifying roar in the air, and the Chaos Warriors launched a charge in the opposite direction of the mountain of meat without fear.

The road to war is the blood god's road to promotion. There may be heavy casualties, but in the end the surviving warriors will only become stronger.

The white world spattered a large amount of blood. Snowflakes and bloodflakes held hands and looked down at the fallen corpses on the ground.

The sound of the collision of heavy weapons caused the snowy mountains in the distance to collapse, and the whine of the Chaos Giant Elephant melted into the fanatical war cry of the Chaos Warriors.

In the sea of ​​​​claws, rough boat songs are mixed with laughter, and from time to time, women's screams and cries are integrated into it.

The Skelin tribe's longships returned to the southern coast of Norsca, carrying food and slaves plundered from the Empire.

Among the male or female slaves, a pair of eyes without fear stood out from the crowd and attracted the attention of the Norscan raiders.

The rusty battle ax was thrown into the crowd by the predators. The slaves screamed and squirmed on the ground, but Wesen Whale Hunter remained as motionless as a stone statue.

The Norscans gathered around as if to join in the fun, the warriors banging their weapons and singing songs full of obscenities.

The weather-beaten homeless man raised his eyes slightly, and his gaze that had no fighting spirit and lost most of his emotions made the predators return disappointed.

He's no warrior! A soft-as-shit Southerner.

It looks like a Norseman. Who of you knocked down his mother?

Hahahahaha~

Looks like a strong coolie, send him to the Fortress of Doom!

The calluses on the hands of the Yankees did not come from fighting. Asking them to take up arms is worse than challenging a pussy.

The crowd dispersed in twos and threes, and Wesen, who returned to his homeland, looked alone at the Skellings with flames and dragons tattooed on their skin.

He used to have the same tattoos, but after his first trip south, Wesson had them picked out with a knife.

Great Ulric redeemed him, but when the powerful warrior died, Wesen discovered that he had never been able to escape his past.

He is a Norscan.

Once you enter the shadow of Chaos, there is no turning back. Bloody Katrin knows this.

The Scarlet Queen of Kislev can only make a desperate move, and the demons cannot be trusted. The Lahmian family once thought they could win the battle with the demons, but it turns out that the followers of the Lord of Change are the real masters of strategy.

Regardless of whether the information sent by the devil is correct or not, it has to make a response.

Ulthuan, the elven nobles always have a way to deal with the Everqueen's ban.

The elves' triumphal ceremony has ended, and when the commanders familiar to Lynch came to visit their comrades, invitation letters followed one after another.

The returned Teclis rejected most of the invitations, but the invitation from the Emerald Sea Palace put him in a difficult position.

The head of the Emerald Sea Palace was his maternal grandfather. The current residence where the cold-blooded species lived temporarily was given by the Emerald Sea Palace, and other nobles only provided interior decoration.

Teclis called his brother, and there was a conversation between the brothers.

The princes of Charis and Iris enjoyed the silence in the hall and did not stay long before preparing to say goodbye to Lynch.

Eltharion of Yris stretched out his hand and grasped Lynch's arm tightly under the elbow. Due to the height difference, his move was quite reluctant.

Lin Qi was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted and used a similar method to shake Elsarion back, being careful not to use any force.

This is a gesture used by elven warriors for friends or respected comrades.

The two sides soon separated, and Eltharion had to meet his father, Morynion, the prince of Yrys, and return to the kingdom of Yrys.

Due to the generous kindness shown by the Phoenix King Court, Lynch has given up the idea of ​​going to Yris, but this does not prevent him from providing assistance to his comrades.

Lynch summoned all the scarred veterans and made a promise to Eltharion.

If necessary, they can always fight together again.

The battle at the Tower of God Bless the Evil Ones proved the bravery of the Sentinels of Yris, but the power of a kingdom is weak, and together they can exert far greater power than ever before.

Tyrion and Teclis were discussing something, and finally Tyrion left. After that, Teclis bid farewell to the prince of Charis with a little relaxation.

Tyrion will handle matters at the Palace of the Emerald Sea.

That stubborn old elf should not want to gain more benefits. The high elf should know when enough is enough.

Teclis did not forget the ridicule made by the head of the Emerald Sea family when they first met, although it was just that the father who lost his daughter was not good at showing emotions.

If that old noble was allowed to communicate with a cold-blooded species, he would definitely mess things up.

The polished crystal windows blocked the elves that came and went from time to time. This remote palace had never had so many passers-by.

Both the upper-class nobles and the lower-class commoners have an addictive curiosity about Lustria's guests.