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The God-chosen champion slaughtered the monsters while heading towards the rat tide. The rat men's increasingly fierce resistance aroused the excitement of the Khorne champion. It was like a wild horse that had escaped the reins. No one could pull it back until the Blood God himself gave the order. Live in Abair.

Ratmen, endless ratmen, and the Chaos Lord Argdolf had had enough of such slaughter. The God-Chosen Champion called them here, seemingly just to clean up the debris on the battlefield.

He didn't want to be irrelevant to the battle, so he no longer pursued killing all the rats in sight.

The Chaos Lord on the mammoth blew his dragon horn and issued new orders to the warriors.

Maybe they can speed up and get in front of the undefeated and let the champion taste defeat.

As for the fleeing ratmen? Who cares?

The celebration in Slughof Fortress did not last long. When groups of ratmen fled from the north to the south and bypassed the fortress, everyone knew that there was big trouble.

A single rat-man can only threaten the life of a young child, but a dozen rat-men can kill a single young man, and hundreds of fleeing rats are enough to threaten a group of militiamen.

A fleeing swarm of thousands of ratmen can even pose a threat to a group of heavily armed warriors.

And there seems to be no end to the number of ratmen escaping from the north.

Who would want to fight countless enemies? Not to mention countless Chaos Warriors.

But when the enemy brought the knife to Valery, he had to find ways to fight it.

Valery Boye chose the northernmost direction to divert the Chaos Legion that was chasing him, because his old bones could not last for many years, and other directions with a better chance of survival should be given to the young people!

Boyer and the hundreds of people who followed him galloped on the ice field after the chaos army had ravaged it. The flat ground in the past had disappeared, and the cracked ice field was full of large and small footprints.

Valery could distinguish the marks left by giants and mammoths, which he had seen during the last Patriotic War.

Terrible roars floated in the southern sky with the wind. Valery had heard this thunderous scream before. This was the Chaos Demonic Dragon calling for the legions.

There are no fortresses on the border worthy of attack by the armies of Chaos. No, Mirkavala is still there!

That is where the Temple of Daha is located. Chaos creatures should avoid it. The eternal fire left by Daha is still burning. Chaos monsters should be afraid of it.

The horse's mournful cry brought Boyer's thoughts back to the imminent real dilemma. The Hussars' horses were not ordinary, and the horses of the Ugor people were also used to running around, but the civilian horses found by the Cossacks from the villages were ordinary. It couldn't be more ordinary.

They can't hold on anymore.

Yes, no mortal object can hold on. Not to mention the horse, even the soldiers present are about to be unable to hold on.

The escape continued, and had to continue. The Chaos Hounds driven by the Chaos Warriors were still behind.

Chaos Lord Maitil did not chase him, and Valery could only pray for the chosen Boyer. That Chaos Lord owned a steel bullfight, and no one could survive the pursuit of the demon mount.

Boyer didn't know the relevant records of Maitil. There were too many Chaos Lords recorded in the classics of various countries, so many that it made everyone who knew about them despair.

Maybe he was a massacre who destroyed a city in the empire, or maybe he looted the Kingdom of Bretonnia. There is no record of him in Kislev, and there is no memory of old Boye.

If Kislev can survive this disaster, the names of many Chaos Lords may be etched in the annals of history.

Boyer led his exhausted horses back to the northwest from the northeast, passing through the snowfields riddled with holes. At first, there were many Cossas complaining and asking to turn back to fight. But now, no one has the spirit to complain.

Even Valery fell into numbness, let alone the more confused soldiers?

Maybe they are afraid of the Chaos army, or they have joined the Chaos army. So far, no monster has come to intercept the humans traveling north. This is the only good news.

The obvious vision in the distance woke up the numb humans, and the unchanging ice of the Troll Kingdom disappeared.

The snowfield south of the Troll Kingdom was blocked to the south by a dividing line, and the north suddenly turned into dry, cracked land.

At dusk, Boyer and the soldiers walked through the wind and snow and stepped onto the thirsty ground.

It was a miracle that there was not a single snowflake floating over the dry land.

The burnt smell filled the dry land, smoke and dust flew up with the leaping horses' hooves, and indescribable odors were mixed together, but they were buried by the burnt smell.

The ground further north is covered with crystalline materials and unknown particles that look like clay.

Before nightfall, Valery noticed anomalies in the far north with the help of the last remaining ray of sunlight.

The whole ground there disappeared, and the terrible abyss was like the gaping mouth of the troll kingdom.

There is no road ahead.

The desperate Boyer had to think that what he saw was an illusion. He continued to lead the soldiers north without giving up. As soon as he approached the abyss, the heat wave that hit his face scorched Valery's hair.

The unbearable pain did not stop Boyer, but it did frighten the horse.

Almost all the horses refused to execute the order. They lingered in the distance of the abyss, constantly neighing to remind their companions that there was danger there.

Valery dismounted, and amidst the uneasy discussions of the soldiers, he rushed into the hot wind and walked step by step towards the abyss.

Faster than human beings, there was a ray of light. The light, as bright as the midsummer sun, lit up under the abyss and broke through the darkness.

An inhuman claw climbed onto the edge of the cliff, making Boyer's heart tighten.

It was covered with thick scales, and different scales reflected different colors of light. Vaguely, various lights illuminated the scales into white. In just a blink of an eye, it turned orange again.

All the witnesses held their breath and looked at the other one in horror, holding the sharp claws of the silver-gray scepter, raising the light above the abyss, and firmly inserting the scepter into the crystalline soil at the edge of the abyss.

It was as if the sun had set on the ground, and the divine scepter was like the pure fire thrown by Daha into the world, driving away the darkness of the troll kingdom.

The devout believers fell to their knees without hesitation, but Valery could not be emotional. He must be responsible for the lives of soldiers.

When the humanoid monster that looked like some kind of amphibian and reptile poked its head out, Boyer once thought it was a swamp monster, but this sacred creature was not that ugly. On the contrary, this existence of unknown gender had a ferocious,... Cold charm, all warriors will love this wild beauty.

Lynch glanced at the humans who were staring at him dumbfounded, trying hard to suppress his uncontrollable anger and not killing the witnesses who were obviously Mrs. Kisli.