Warhammer Throne

　　PS: I'm sorry to be late, it's too difficult to write before the end.

　　 "Go forward~~~!"

On the left wing, Bohemond personally led the knights of Bastogne to charge at the forefront. Two hundred knights of Bastogne formed the vanguard of the line. They screamed under the leadership of Bohemond himself. The horses swept across the low ground. In the blessing of the fairies in the lake, the knights’ horseshoes were like flat ground, and they rushed forward bravely.

In the three-way match, Berhemond’s path is relatively easy. Gort’s breather army has lost most of the elite in the process of killing all the way from Nord, although it has added a lot of beasts afterwards. The army of humans, but the title of Duke Berhimond is "Beast Killer". He is the nemesis of the Bastogne. The Bastogne knights under his command have never lacked wars with the Beasts in the ancient history, and they are more difficult to deal with. Nurg believers, the Beastmen's front is thinner and weaker.

"Kill! Kill! For the lady, for Bastogne!" Duke Berhemond wielded his giant mace called the Red Dragon Scepter, and he smashed the head of a minotaur, splashing his brain. The old duke is all over, and the impact of the knights has been exhausted, but with Bohemond's unparalleled bravery and the light of the goddess covering him, the left-wing army is progressing relatively smoothly.

The army of right-wing knights also went through the storm under the leadership of Raun. Their opponent was the three brothers of the maggot riding regiment. Compared with the Duke of Berhemond, the attack on this route was much more difficult. The army of the three brothers of the maggot riding regiment They also tasted the tragic failure under the city of Tarabeheim, but they later made up for it. When Tarabeheim was destroyed, Nurgle tasted the supreme joy and bestowed more troops on the lovely three brothers. The blessings of the gods, the more powerful marking magic, and the Nurg Demon Legion of the Clerk Nurgle.

Everything went well in the beginning, but the right-wing army was the first to fall into the trembling quagmire. The Demon Nurgle used the great sword to chop the kingdom knights in front, and pulled them off their horses and chopped them into several pieces. The wounds of the guys who had been blessed in the heavy rain of Nurgle quickly healed, leaving the knights with a strong enemy to resist.

After charging again, Lawn, the regent of the kingdom riding on the Hippogryph Bequis, closed his eyes, let the Hippogryph fly into the sky for the fifth time, and then opened his eyes. Lawn noticed that he was on the battlefield with a galloping horse. The left-wing army is advancing smoothly. The central army is slaughtering all the way under the leadership of Ryan. Only his right-wing army is progressing slowly. The Kingdom Regent cannot help but get anxious, because he knows very well that if he cannot use this momentum to destroy the Nurgle army, then The Bretons in the tug-of-war and war of attrition are hardly Nurgle's opponents.

　　 The momentum of the charge cannot last forever-the absolute number advantage will slow their progress sooner or later.

Do not! Raun felt cruel, he had failed, and failed many times.

　　 He failed to complete the first Holy Grail expedition, and returned to the castle in rags to ask for his father's assistance.

　　 He didn't save his comrades, and all but him died in the battle against the Necromancer.

　　 He has not fulfilled his responsibilities as a father, Mathewbad, the eternal scar in his heart, he has paid the price for his youth and ignorance impulse, because of this, he is still alone and refuses to marry.

　　 He did not succeed in regaining Mussilon, and was severely wounded by Mathieubad. If it were not for the blessing of the goddess, he would have died.

　　 In this life, Raun knows that he has failed many times, many of which are unforgivable failures.

And it is this sense of responsibility, this sense of shame, this sense of pain that keeps Laun always strong in fighting spirit, enterprising spirit and supreme virtue. When Ryan came to the throne and appointed him as regent, he was a normal person. They would always choose to refuse, because there are many stains on his body, but Raun chose to accept it because he intends to clean the stains on his body and set off again.

　　 Although I failed many times, when I succeeded many times!

　　 Although I can't do what Ryan did to turn the tide, I can also use my sword and my wisdom to do something for the country.

This is enough.

This is enough!

Raun Leo Cornwall raised the sword of Kurona, the family artifact reflected round after round of light under his power, illuminating the surrounding darkness, and he was carefully in the tide Nurgle's army was looking for the target, and aimed at a huge plague troll that was staggering in the crowd, and rushed to the gap in the city defense with salivation. The Kingdom Regent pulled the reins, and the Hippogryph Bequis spread its wings and glide down. A team of Pegasus knights followed the sword of the kingdom's regent: "Lyon Cole! Leon Cole!"

The Hippogryph was possessed, Raun stood up, and the sword of Kurona was shining in the process of sliding. The plague troll noticed Raun’s attack. It opened its blood basin and let out bursts of mucus. The giant in his hand The mace struck the ground for seconds to express acceptance of the challenge.

Raun didn’t pay attention to his statement. The Hippogryph and the owner lowered their body in a tacit understanding, letting the big stick hit a hole very close to him, and then spread out his wings and soared. Raun sent out a long sword. The blade drew across the plague troll's throat with precision. The sacred power of the fairy in the lake dispelled Nurgle's blessing, cut its arteries, and filthy black blood spurted out, and the troll covered his throat in pain. The fragile legs dangled crookedly, and the sledge hammer fell to the ground from the twitching fingers. Then its back fell heavily to the ground and stirred up a filthy air current around it. About 30 Yankees were crushed by the body of the troll.

The surrounding Pegasus knights took advantage of the trend, and a whole chaos warrior of the war gang was swept away, and even the abandoned people behind were in trouble. Lawn looked at his victory with satisfaction, but then the kingdom regent realized the war. Victory is still very, very far away. Let alone defeat the Nurg army, I just want to kill the three brothers of the maggot riding group. The knights still have a few kilometers of front to break through, and if you want to fight with the city The imperial army is shoulder to shoulder, so the effort they need to make is amazing.

　　 There must be something else, there must be some other way, Raun pulled up the reins again to signal the Hippogryph to take off, and he could feel that Biquis's wings were tired.

"Hold on for a while, hold on for a while, my good buddy!" Lawn was struggling to observe how to reverse the situation in the heavy rain. He soon discovered that a powerful Nurgul really led an army of chaos demons. Pounce on the main shrine of the goddess of mercy in Brunswick.

If you can defeat the Great Demon of Nurgle, maybe there is hope for everything, Raun suddenly has an idea in his heart, as long as the Great Demon of Nurgle is exiled, then the entire Chaos Demon Army will collapse without fighting, and then the city will be destroyed. The Nuer Army of the United States will be able to free up, and the two sides will strike together...the right-wing battle may still have a chance of success.

　　 "Brothers! It can fly!" Raun raised the sword of Kurona again, and he roared: "Come with me, the prize is in the city!"

　　 "Crush, cross the wall, the big one is coming!"

　　 In the heavy rain, Lawn personally led the two teams of Pegasus knights to prepare to cross the city wall, and the command of the battlefield was immediately handed over from Lawn to the White Horse Marshal Sir Amanrik!

This is enough.

　　 I will do my best!

　　 In the heavy rain, Raun made his choice.

　　The wars on the left and right wing are going on separately, and in the middle part is the jihadist army led by Ryan himself.

In the sound of the assault horn, Ryan personally led the army of knights to gallop northward under the first ray of the sun shrouded in smoke. The Great Griffon Inprius threw out lightning, and his claws swept across the chaos warrior’s plate armor. Under the blessing of Ryan's power, Imprison's claws were sharper than the chainsaw axe of the fearless warrior, and while piercing the plate armor, it also penetrated flesh and blood.

　　 "It's Ryan! It's Ryan ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

　　 "Lane is here! Ryan is here!"

　　 "Nurgle, my dear father, please help us!"

　　 "Lane is invincible, Ryan is invincible!"

With the appearance of Ryan himself, the elites under the three brothers Grot have a large-scale chaos. This guy’s reputation has long been known even by the Nurgle demons in Norsca and even in the Chaos realm. Seeing the appearance of Ryan's deity, the army of the three Grot brothers began to waver.

　　 But that's all, the loving father is watching them, they can't let the kind father Nurgle down!

Regardless of what Ryan is, the brilliance of my lord here is shrouded in heavy rain, and all the heavy rain of Nurgle is evaporated in Ryan’s brilliance. The loyal knights follow their king, just like those great expeditions and glorious victories, just like A siege sledgehammer burning with the fire of the lake **** penetrated into the heart of the enemy army.

　　 As Ryan approached, the panic flared in the savage eyes. When they realized the danger was approaching, they had already rushed past the crowd with their lances.

　　 "For the old world!!!"

　　 Lane's roar grabbed the original pleasure in the surging charge. Behind him, thousands of knights galloped behind Wang, lined up and swept across the fire-filled plain. All the knights rode their guns and rode their horses accurately and accurately to lock the target, accompanied by loud noises and dizziness. , Mixed with the trembling of broken limbs and rifles, and the trembling of bones, the two forces suddenly collided, and the psionic bombardment exploded in the array of the Chaos Army. Every explosion was broken limbs flying into the sky, and the ground was full of meat. Ryan Pulling out the spears that penetrated the two chaos warriors, a black hole of psionic energy was drawn into a straight line, and a terrible wound was split on the torso of the tribe army.

This was not over yet, Ryan drove solo to meet the oncoming Nurgle God-chosen warrior and killed him. There was no one in the past. Following him, Calade and Francois led each other. An arrow, they followed the battlefield swept by the Sun King and his knights, and the most powerful of them were the holy grail knights who swept through the battlefield.

"This is a wild hunt! Knights! In the name of a lady, for the old world!!" The queen of knights, Suria, skillfully waved the League of Angels. For this holy sword, cutting the armor of the chaos warrior is like It's cutting tofu, but it's not over yet. Every time Su Liya waved the League of Angels, the entire 2,000 knights around her would burst with platinum light. The loss of physical strength instantly recovered, and the wounded parts were bleeding and replaced by light. The power of the Alliance of Angels healed the wound, and the followers of Nurgle were illuminated by the light, and their filthy bodies immediately emitted black smoke, like the meat on a pan, oozing out foul-smelling fat. .

　　 "Wild Hunt!" The knights shouted: "For Queen Suria!"

　　Even though there are still more than half of the enemies, but their king and queen are there, what's so terrible?

After the knights continued to charge, their momentum gradually slowed down. Ryan was looking for the three brothers of Grote. Ryan knew that as the three beloved sons of Nurgle, if he could defeat the three brothers of Grote here. , Then the main force of Nurgle will collapse, and the Battle of Brunswick will have a chance of victory.

　　 So, where are the damned Grote brothers? While slaughtering Nurgle's army, Ryan couldn't wait to find the location of Grote's three brothers.

　　 "Second brother! We should bring down the handsome flag!" The eldest brother of the three brothers, Otto, saw that Ryan had already killed him: "Otherwise Ryan will kill him! Our three brothers combined are not his opponents."

　　 "None of us is Ryan's opponent." The second brother Ezerak nodded: "But we don't need to put down the handsome flag, brother, Ryan can't kill him, he doesn't have that ability."

　　 "He can fly, he can fly!" Otto said angrily.

Not far away, the city gate of Braunschweig has collapsed, and the tide of Nurgle army has poured into the city, and the imperial defenders headed by Heilberg have been engaged in fierce street fighting. If the former imperial defenders were still You can rely on the city wall to support, so now you are entering the street fighting. Most of these mobs, which are made up of improvised conscriptions, are vulnerable to the Yankees who can conquer and are especially good at chaos.

The only problem is that the jihadists outside the city have dragged half of the Nurgle army, and now there are less than 150,000 Nurgles that can be dispatched by the Grote brothers to invade the city, lacking absolute superiority in numbers. , This battle cannot be won with all votes.

　　 "Yes, he can fly." Ezerak said with a smile, "Father knows that he can fly."

　　 "Horse meat, horse meat, delicious~human meat~human meat, delicious, canned, delicious~" The third brother Gurit kept his saliva, and he smelled the feast.

　　 "He will fly over!" Otto brandished his sickle.

　　 "He won't." Ezerak grinned: "Ryan Makado, but a kind father, even a VIP customer of the Four Gods, a special service target, we have already prepared a great gift for him, right?"

　　 "Ah, yes, a big gift." Otto also smiled.

The army of knights in front was still fighting. Ryan used his spear and sword to kill at the same time. He swung a sword and chopped down two heavily armored bighorn beasts. The spear pierced the breastplate of a Nurg champion along the holy emblem of Nurg. While the Sun King was still looking for the exact location of the Grote brothers, he heard the harsh horn from the north.

　　 A denser number of heavily armed warriors are marching into battle. The skull-decorated banners held high by each company are marked with the emblem of the God of Plague.

　　 Behind them, thirty giant chaos war mammoths with the shrine of Nurg hanging on their bodies are stepping into the battlefield under the leadership of the trainer! These twenty or thirty-meter-high Chaos War Mammoths dripped with pus, enjoying the blessing of Nurgle, and came quickly, and there was a whole chaos ogre battle group, three ancient dragon demon battle gangs, and seven. The Cyclops, roaring loudly and shaking their bodies, strode towards the jihadists who dared to challenge them.

　　 Lane couldn't help but sneer.

　　 Elephant, right? War mammoth, right? The behemoth army, right?

　　What script? Do you think I will be smashed to death by a horse? Do you think I am afraid of this?

　　 Chaos Mammoth? It must be called back and forth!

　　 "Follow me, move on, defend the capital, defend the old world!" Ryan then roared, the knights full of momentum and morale, responding to the king's call.

　　 However, in the next scene, the sound of the horn from the forest made the gray knight's face become stiff. He glanced at the north and lost all smiles on his face.

A sulphur-filled horror demon strode out of the forest first. It had all black wings, a large axe in one hand, and a brass whip in the other. It burned with endless anger. The horror horror high-ranking demons behind him spoke. Breathing flames, followed by the big demon.

　　The right hand of horrific abuse, the strongest bloodthirsty monster, Anglas-Unruly and its Brass Throne Legion are here!

A blue bizarre bird with two heads is holding a staff. It spreads its wings, utters spells, and chants magic. It looks very old, but it is surging under the old skin. The mystery and truth of the origin of the universe, behind dozens of frisbees carrying the strange wizards, groups of fear demon and fire demon jumping around.

　　The No. 1 Demon under the Treacherous Seat, Carlos-Life Weaver and its Crystal Legion join the battlefield!

A body of Tingting Yuli, skin is as delicate, silky and perfect as a statue, body has an incredible elegance, dancing and singing songs, it has a sheep's head and is wearing a broom in the middle of the sky. Head, four arms holding a spear in one hand, a shield in the other hand, and the other two crab claw arms dancing up and down. The wicked banshees screamed and admired its beauty. The strangely shaped demon beasts are running on the ground, and the wicked chariot. Rows of rows are driven out of the forest.

　　 The most powerful demon under the seat of the color evil, Shalaxi-Demon Scourge and its hunting legion are here to fight!

"And I!"

Nurgle’s legendary great demon "Lord of Corruption" Rodriguez arrived with his rain-sowing army. The land was squirming because of his generosity. From his swollen and ruined figure, filthy floods constantly appeared, scouring and corroding. Earth.

　　 The big gift prepared by the four gods for Ryan, the four heads are the great demon, four times happy.

　　 "Don't think you won, Ryan."

　　 "This game has just begun."

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