The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 219 God’s Choice Trial

"Really, are you sure you don't want to prepare any more? My trial requires you to fight the devil directly."

Hearing that Rohan was finally willing to become her first [Chosen of the Mist], Ladelia felt happy, but she still asked seriously.

Since all her former believers were taken away by Lilith through despicable means, she was particularly concerned about this trial of Rohan.

Not only must we choose a battlefield that can bring out Rohan's full combat power, but we must also create enough visibility to announce to the world the power of [Mist God's Chosen].

She had worked so hard for this day, and she even did not hesitate to have small conflicts with some human gods!

Facing Ms. Misty's inquiry, Lohan naturally could not be frightened, but nodded firmly and said:

"I have been preparing for this day for a long time. You just need to tell me what to do, noble lady!"

As long as he can obtain the identity of [God's Chosen One] and be able to freely use magic, he can completely get rid of his status as low-level cannon fodder.

Becoming the [Mist God Chosen], although it means that he has to bear more responsibilities and obligations, it also gives him a promising future.

"Come on! You Norscan bastards, tear me to pieces if you can, and my motherland will avenge me!"

Looking at these terrifying monsters, the courage that the boy finally mustered up was gradually worn away, and the hand holding the hatchet could not stop shaking.

At that time, even if he cannot resist Chaos and the Warhammer world is irreversibly coming to an end, he can still escape from this world with his remaining troops.

"Well, during this period, I will leave my clone to be responsible for the security of the territory surrounding you, and you, my powerful warrior, your responsibility is..."

It’s the terrifying Chaos War Mastiff!

Although with the help of [Bear God Esun], this land becomes full of life for a period of time every year, this cannot stop the more frequent Norscan invasions.

He is a villager from the outskirts of Erengrad. His father is a retired Cossack hunter, his mother is a tailor, and he has a cute little bear as a pet. He originally had a warm family.

Da da da da——

Although he was still young and knew that his resistance would be in vain, he still decided to die gloriously like a true Kisli Lady!

Wuwuwu——

Looking at the burly figures riding on war horses and wearing horn-covered helmets in the distance, Pushkin silently recited his name while raising the hatchet in his hand.

"Ha...ha...I thought I was really going to die."

However, either they were waiting for their masters to arrive, or they wanted to play with the prey in front of them before enjoying the feast of blood, these war mastiffs were not in a hurry to launch an attack.

As he fled in panic, he did not forget that in the chaotic battlefield, there were hundreds of demons holding giant swords emitting red light and constantly roaring.

——Warhammer World, Kislev

The cold and freezing Kislev has never been considered a livable place. It is too close to the Chaos Wasteland, and it often faces plunder by the Norscans.

Due to its proximity to the Chaos Wastes and being an outpost facing Chaos invasion, every marauding Norscan warband would inevitably come into conflict with the city.

"Ha~ha~ we're almost there..."

Looking at the Norscans who were fleeing, Pushkin, who was holding his hatchet high, breathed a sigh of relief, and then collapsed to the ground weakly.

He knew that those terrible Norscan raiders must have followed the footsteps of his escape and caught up with him!

Ouch~

Sure enough, along with several wolf howls full of murderous intent, several gray figures suddenly rushed over from behind him and surrounded him.

I don't know if it was because of the blessing of [Bear God Esun], but he just felt that his body was filled with endless power, and it seemed that he could split the fur of these war mastiffs with an axe.

However, the invasion of the Norscans destroyed everything. Those hateful barbarians burned down their village. His father was brutally killed to protect him and his mother, and his mother also chose to stay to protect him.

In the snowy wilderness, a boy wearing a fur coat was running fearfully on the grassland, panting and cheering for himself as he ran.

Distraught, he finally escaped into Erengrad with his only remaining cub, but unexpectedly the entire city was besieged by the Norscans!

After several weeks of arduous and fierce fighting, he finally found the opportunity to escape from the city with several refugees, preparing to take refuge in Prague in the east.

Although he didn't know why these Norscans retreated in fear, he knew that this could never be his own fault.

This is not a Norscan invasion at all, but the return of the Chaos Demon!

His fellow refugees had long been hunted to death by the Norscans, and his little bear was bitten to death by a war mastiff to protect him. He has lost everything...

Looking at these wolfdogs covered with terrifying spikes and sharp serrations, the boy's eyes flashed with a stern look, he stopped running away, and instead pulled out the hatchet from his waist.

Even the most valiant and skilled Marksmanship soldiers chose to fight with giant axes because they ran out of ammunition and food. In the end, they all died under the sharp blades of the Chaos Warriors.

There is a cruel look in their eyes, green poisonous saliva containing deadly bacteria is constantly flowing out from the corners of their mouths, and at the same time they are constantly rubbing the ground with their sharp claws.

"My blade wields for you, my lady."

"Father Bear Esun, please send down divine punishment, save me, save Kislev!"

Seeing the anger on the face of the young man in front of him and the hysterical roar, the Norscan raiders in the distance actually stopped their horses and ran back in fear.

Even the war mastiffs seemed to be frightened by this bastard spirit, and they all retreated with their tails between their legs, and finally fled backwards with their masters.

However, it rained all night, and not long after they left, Erengrad was captured by the Norscans, and the entire city was looted!

From his blood-filled pupils and his leather coat soaked with sweat, it is easy to see that this poor child has not stopped for a long time.

Prague, a large city located in the north of Kislev, is also a sad city called the "cursed city" by locals.

"Don't panic, Pushkin, remember your father's teachings and chop at the enemy with the sharp side!"

The two-headed frost dragon spat out the breath of death wantonly, turning the brave and capable Cossack warriors into ice sculptures. The trolls gnawed the flesh and blood of innocent people, and smashed the frightened citizens into pulp;

Because there were so many massacres, even the locals did not know how many times this city had suffered massacres and how many ghosts of the dead were hovering over the city.

Looking at Rohan with firm eyes, Ladelia nodded with satisfaction, and then issued her first order:

"Go and gather your army, my most devout believer. After leading your powerful army to defeat my designated enemies, you will receive supreme glory!"

Suddenly, the sound of rapid horse hooves came from the trees behind him, instantly making the boy's eyes with a hint of hope show a look of despair.

After breathing heavily for a while, Pushkin suddenly collapsed on the ground and murmured with his last strength:

"...There's someone behind me, right?"

"Hahahaha, what a smart little guy. Don't worry, you won't die even if the bloodthirsty maniac comes today!"

Before falling into the boundless darkness, Pushkin only heard a loud laugh that made him feel peaceful, which made a smile appear on the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

It's finally safe...

(End of chapter)