Warhammer Throne

The departure of Riemann Rus was a fatal blow for the Oster.

The proud Ruth was never willing to explain why he left. After he left, there were rumors in the city.

Lord Wolf has escaped, like a coward!

Lord Wolf has abandoned us!

The gods have given up the Oster, and we have no tomorrow.

The world is doomed, and we are doomed to failure.

Oleg had to repeatedly emphasize that his wild wolf mentor was out looking for reinforcements, but the panic of the crowd was very difficult to eliminate. A team of security teams patrolled the city, constantly releasing new news, and finally The elite army encouraged the citizens to fight bravely.

Despite the low morale, despite the difficulties encountered, and despite the fighting alone, the Oster still maintained the last stubbornness. Now every adult male has been arranged into the newly formed infantry regiment, ready to approach the chaotic army Combat.

This courage is admirable. Now that the new infantry regiments in the city have begun training, they are asked to raise their weapons to form a gun array, or to line up and walk from side to side, Oster-led nobles It was required that these soldiers learn some basic combat skills in a short time.

For example, archers and crossbowmen must understand the meaning of "salvo" and "free shooting", for example, the spearmen must understand the two commands "array" and "forward".

This is what these temporary conscripts must learn. Acting as a consumable is their only value.

The slogans of the soldiers and the voices of the officers shouting made Araras awaken from his sleep. The wood elf hero shivered. He had just dreamed that he had seen Lilith, and the dream woke up.

With a headache, Alaros cursed again. The brave man knew he couldn’t get angry with the Empire. The Empire was about to die. This group of Osters were not afraid of death. Are you afraid that Alaras would threaten him with force? they?

After washing his face with clean water, tidying up his hair, and then eating the elaborate dry food of the elf, accompanied by a little wood elf fruit wine, Alaros began to tour his defense zone.

The time is already the morning of the third day. If it is expected to be good, the Chaos Army will arrive in the afternoon at the slowest, and it will arrive at the slowest at night. This makes Alaros feel anxious, as if there is a big hand, holding his heart, pain And despair.

After losing the fog of deception, Alaros was no longer able to retreat. The wood elf hero forced himself to concentrate all his attention on the fortification. His private guard gray team was still as he imagined. As elegant and powerful as these, the best fighters from Ethololon are patrolling nearby, and they vow to follow Alaros until the dead.

The situation on the other side is not so good. Alaros noticed that an entire infantry phalanx was training on the open space near the city wall. It was a newly formed halberd regiment. The number was about 500 people. Under the eyes, this group of people followed the drums and the prayer of the battle priest. Their team looked chaotic. The conscripts were equipped with tattered and temporarily broken copper and iron. Crowded together, just like Alaros said Yes, most people are too old, or too young. Their only role is to resist the chaotic offensive as a flesh and blood. The true militia who have undergone basic military training in the middle age and the veterans who have served in the military have all Was transferred into the main force.

Replenishment has also been reduced. Wolfenborg’s original food reserves are still quite rich, but it is not rich enough. Three hundred and eighty thousand people eat horse chews every day. Why didn’t Wolfenberg mobilize all adults before? training? It is because military training will greatly increase the consumption of food.

"Poof~" Before he had watched it for a few minutes, Alaros couldn't help laughing. Obviously there was an old man who got tired of his eyes because of such "high-intensity" training. The wood elf hero suspected that the goods slept and dine last time. It has been a long time ago-he fell down from the queue and was influenced by him. The elderly and children in the team fell like dominoes in pieces, which was more than their crappy forward queue and funny The Halberd Group is much more interesting to move forward.

"At least they are able to persevere and are much stronger than pointed ears." Alaros laughed for a while, and a slightly embarrassed voice came from his feet. The butcher king Agrim-Tekken seemed to be trying to find a group to praise Human words, this is really difficult for the dwarves: "Well, very tenacious."

"Our only advantage is the number of people, but this number of people is just for you and me. For the Chaos Army, there is no way to change the number of opponents is far more than our situation." Aralos looked down and stood beside him Butcher King: "They are too tired and too hungry. This kind of army cannot last long. Instead of forcing high-intensity training at this time, it is better to let these people take a good rest and restore some physical strength to make the right decision."

"Hey, I know, pointed ears are always so weak." Butcher King snorted a few times, obviously this attitude of Alaros does not matter: "You know, we are very tired, maybe you need some of this to mention Refresh."

After that, the Butcher King handed a bottle of pottery to Alaros. Alaros took the small pottery and opened the seal. It was a rich milky fragrance: "What is this?"

"Mossrian."

"Mossrian?"

"Mussilian, the secret of the longevity village, the yogurt that the Hertwig Elector gave us the dwarf, which can be stored for 120 days without deterioration." Butcher King Haha laughed straightly: "It is said that drinking it can live long and live long. Hundred years old...I think this is cursing me, and cursing you too, elf boy, I have been over a hundred years old."

"My age is three times your age, short-lived ghost." Alaros didn't think too much. The wood elf smelled it and tried to take a sip. It's not bad, sour and sweet.

The dwarf butchers group Grimnier’s Axe has assembled, and the Greys are also assembled. Alaros and the butcher king are arranged at the east gate of the city-as they wish, to face the most and the strongest The place where the big enemy attacked.

Ascending to the city wall along the stone stairs, the east gate of Wolfen has been built and has continued to strengthen and expand for hundreds of years. The city wall is about 30 meters high, filled with cannons and mortars and ballistas. It is the gate of Ubbs, and the city wall is called the wall of Usas. In addition to the twenty or thirty shooting positions, there is a very strong but disrepaired wall stack. The wood elves looked at the shooting holes with satisfaction. , Which allows them to maximize the advantages of long-range attacks.

"This is where we are going to guard." Araros checked the city wall, and the wood elf hero chuckled: "Doesn't the Oster know how to spend some money to repair the city wall? Many places are in disrepair."

"Oster is famous for his stubbornness." Agrim's iron fists became furious, and he found that his face was blocked by the fort of the wall and he could not see the outside scenery. Only his orange Moses dry hair could be slightly higher than the wall. Cm, the butcher king complained: "The stupidity of the Osters is well-known among the dwarves. The dwarves have a famous joke that the Osters only put a stone in the stone soup, because good stones are always hard to find. Hahahaha~"

What a joke! Araras felt very embarrassed after hearing it.

"It's always been like this. The Osters had fought with Mrs. Kessler for hundreds of years, just for some bad land that could not be planted and lived at all. The Empire spent a hundred or two hundred years knowing that Kessler. There is no occupation value in the place, and no one can live there except Mrs. Kessler, but the Osters have insisted on fighting for hundreds of years until the two sides of the great jihad reconciled." Butcher King did not seem to feel his joke Very embarrassed, he went on: "The dwarves began to equip gunpowder weapons on a large scale more than a thousand years ago, but did you know what the Oster began to fully equip with gunpowder weapons? Just over twenty years ago -After Zhukov inherited the position of elector of the Oswald family as the mentor of the Bull Knights, Oster talents began to gradually accept firearms."

"My people will be arranged on the city wall." Araras is not interested in these things. After listening to the butcher king, the wood elf hero pointed at the city wall: "As for your people, I suggest you stay all. Behind the city wall."

"Why? Elf kid?" The Butcher King said displeasurely: "The brave dwarf should take the lead!"

"The butcher's chaotic abilities will disturb the archers and halberd formations defending the city wall." Araros and Agrim moved along the city wall: "Before the enemy approaches, we need to release arrows, and then follow the enemy's As the siege tower and siege ladder approach, the defenders will use flamethrowers, hot hot oil and falling rocks to attack the enemy."

"It's our turn afterwards?" The Butcher King understood.

Alaros nodded: "Yes, you know that it is difficult for us to defend the outer city, so once the enemy breaks through the defense line, anywhere, we need your butchers to quickly join the battlefield, plug the gap, and retreat or reorganize the army. To gain time."

The Butcher King himself is a very good general. He also knows that the dwarf butcher is often too passionate and brave to disturb the original solid front, so he reluctantly agreed with Alaros’s view: "Charlemagne’s empire was once better than the eternal peak. There are more troops in the snow, but now I don’t think they are so weak. Granny is on it. Can the walls be filled with people?"

Araras said nothing, his thoughts had shifted to how to strengthen the defense.

"My Excellency Agrim, Your Excellency Alaros! Your Excellency let me lead the oldest and bravest purebred Oster boy to assist you!" An imperial noble strode before them: "I It’s William, Viscount William von Zhukov, General of the Empire, Chief of Guards at the Gate of Ubbs, and my indigo assaulters are ready!"

This is a group of strong Osters, most of them with brown braids or long hair, indigo oil paint on their faces, a spear or battle axe, and a shield, most of them wearing breastplates and squares There are about two or three hundred people in checkered skirts and leggings. Obviously these Osters are not regular soldiers, but most of them should have experience in military service or fighting as a militia. In this dark age, Wildness and madness are valuable forces.

Oster engineers finally successfully launched an old antique that has a history of four or five hundred years-the unyielding one of the prototypes of the steam tank of the Oster collar. Now this terrible war machine has been placed in the city gate At the back, it is surrounded by a large sword battalion and two musket battalions. The two teams of pistol cavalry are hidden in the streets as rapid reaction forces. Those newly recruited infantry regiments are arranged further back, ready to fall in any position at any time. When you are in danger of falling into battle.

Everyone knows that Chaos will not leave prisoners, and everyone knows that there is nowhere to escape if they fail.

The brain was trembling, the palms were squeezed with arms, and the refugees gradually evacuated into the mines in the central mountains behind the Fort Nebula and the shelter built by the dwarves. All the defenses were ready, Oleg-von- Baron Zhukov led a team of bull knights as maneuvering forces in the city, while Elector Hovamir von Zhukov led the Black Guards of Oster in the overview of Fort Bull.

No matter how people pray for the blessings of the gods of the old world, no matter how people pray for the reinforcements to arrive as soon as possible, the sky is gradually fading, and the hourglass of time is constantly passing.

A long night is coming.

The black army of chaos began to appear at the end of everyone's sight. They could feel the footsteps of the boots. A long time ago, they had seen a large array of torches spreading around. They heard the whispers of the evil gods and the chaotic champions. The shouting, the deafening and tumultuous hustle and bustle, the chaotic drums of Yankee's war drums were madly sounded, like the death knell of the Oster.

More and more barbarian tribes and chaotic warfare groups are advancing into their positions. In the middle of the queue, there are a large group of monster gangs and monster units. Chaos warriors and chaos-selected warriors appear in the black pressure. The body shape, and the small number of orc units that followed the chaotic army arrived.

"There are so many enemies. I swear that this is the chaos army I have seen the most, much more than in the battle between me and Mogul that time." Alaros took off the green leaf bow behind him, and he gestured gray The squadrons stood on the front, and the human defenders had already shivered before this terrible situation.

"The walls of the Osters are behind the times, and the Vailmir constituency should be changed!" The battlements showed an orange hair, and the butcher king simply called the two dwarf butchers with both hands. Lifting his two legs up, we saw the chaotic army: "What a glorious moment, with so many chaotic troops, it seems that many compatriots today can demand a glorious relief."

"..." Araros hadn't had time to reply yet, and soon a thousand horns of war sounded around Wolfenberg. The will of the evil **** seemed to turn into thunder and the side of the huge wind column in the horn sound. Next, it boiled and reunited, and the eternal burst rolled a loud noise that was enough to make the mortal crack.

Chaos Eternal God chose the black iron Mottkin, riding the Chaos Steel Bull out of the formation, accompanied by his guard's crimson reaper and his military officer, the magical **** pick Hal-Eye of Eternity Spit out a demonic echo.

"Oleg-Von- Zhukov! Go out of the city and surrender to me! Otherwise, I will wipe out your city and all the soldiers will be killed. I swear you and your people will suffer terrible and terrible pain. I will be there Here an epic slaughter is dedicated to the blood god, and all the survivors will usher in death!"

The Chaos Army temporarily stopped outside, and Motkin sat on the Chaos Steel Bull given to him by terror, waiting for the Oster's reply.

At this moment, the cunning gene brought by Moka's trial made Oleg von Zhukov realize that there is still room for improvement, although he hates the disaster Motkin has brought to Oster and even the whole empire. , But Oleg shot a letter out of the city.

Motkin took the letter, and he couldn't stop sneering after reading it.

Oleg von Zhukov asked for a day to think about it, and that he must withdraw immediately if he surrendered Motkin.

This is a delay strategy, and Motkin saw at a glance that the Osters just wanted to delay time.

But it was in the midst of Mottkin.

The Hell Cannons of the Chaos Army also need some time to reach the front line, the Chaos dwarf artisans also need time to make siege ladders, and the Chaos Warlocks and Wizards need some time to perform large ceremonies to strengthen the Chaos Demon and Chaos Warriors.

"You have a day to decide your destiny!" Motkin gave a formal reply ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ I have crossed half the world, just to complete my revenge, it's not a bad day.

In this way, Motkin waited quietly in the camp for a day.

Sure enough, he got a reply that was rejected.

Very well, revenge begins.

Among the Hosts, the Eternal God chose to lift the black iron battle axe, the flame erupted from the body and wrapped the axe blade, the chaotic army poured out from the big camp, and the fire from the chaotic **** cannon covered the entire sky.

"Go forward! Destroy Nanao's city! Destroy everything!"

"For chaos, for revenge, for Dark Iron-Mottkin!"

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