Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

White snow is falling from the sky, white snowflakes are flying from the tall canopy of the sleeper forest, and heavy white snow is covering the forests on both sides. It is now the beginning of the long cold winter in Norway, and all animal activities in the forest are in full swing. It is over. During the long and severe winter, the animals have fallen into hibernation, and there are no more hunter activities in the woods.

Standing guard on a day like this is boring as hell. The winters in Scandinavia are extremely long. When the snow falls, all the roads are blocked, making it impossible for horse-drawn carriages to travel on them. Anyone who walks through the snow on that day will only end up freezing to death.

Therefore, before such a season, all settlements will be inaccessible. Everyone, whether they are hunters or farmers, will return to their respective villages to wait for the end of winter. On such days, almost no one will go out, even for war and sneak attacks. Neither.

After all, there is a high probability that your troops will be overwhelmed by a sudden blizzard before the attack begins, or most of them will freeze to death and flee home, abandoning their armor and returning to a warm and comfortable stove.

The same was true for the guard at the entrance of the camp. He was simply bored. Snow fell on his shoulders. His thick palms patted the goose feathers off his shoulders. The man yawned.

"I said, why are we standing guard here? Who would come here in this weather?" The guard with a helmet and a beard complained, and the hand holding the spear was frozen.

"The boss said that someone might attack, just like the group of idiots before, maybe to save them?" On the other side, the man who was also holding a spear but wearing a warmer mink hat said, freezing. The half-dead guard complained, and he rubbed his hands, which were numb from the cold.

"Who will come to rescue them? In this weather? It is impossible for any team of more than twenty people to come out. Could it be that just a few people come to rob people single-handedly?"

He complained endlessly, stretched out his hands that were blue from the cold, and let out a breath. His companion wearing a mink hat on his side also laughed. He pressed the spear in his hand, put one hand on his belt and pointed forward. Look.

He was suddenly stunned for a moment, and looked forward with wide eyes, "Maybe he really came alone?" "Are you kidding? Unless that person's mind is crazy." "Maybe he really is?"

The guard wearing a helmet with frozen hands raised his head. He looked forward and immediately noticed something strange in front of him. There was only silence on the silent snow, and there was a sound of footsteps, and the boots stepped on the piled white snow. Walking over the thick snow step by step.

The guard looked intently and saw the man approaching with a battle axe. He was wearing a fur coat, and his black hair was dancing in the cold wind. The guard wearing a mink coat recognized him immediately, and he gripped the spear tightly. .

"Is that the captain of those guys? Didn't you say that the boss killed him?" "Obviously not, right?"

The helmeted guard spat on the ground, raised the spear standing on the ground with his blue hands, held the spearhead and walked up. The mink guard on the side looked at him and hesitated a little.

"Maybe we should tell the boss? Call the others." "Why bother? There's only one of him, why don't we just kill him with the two of us, so we can go back and warm ourselves by the fire."

The guard wearing a mink hat had some doubts. He watched his companion holding a spear walk up. He held the spear in both hands and pointed at the person walking towards him. "I am in a good mood today. Tell me, what do you want?" How to die?"

He didn't speak, but continued walking with the battle ax in hand. The spear-wielding guard looked at him and frowned, "Didn't you hear? Are you still mute?"

He still didn't speak, but just walked towards him, and walked up without hiding. The guard seemed to be irritated by him, and the helmeted gate guard spat, "Forget it, it's none of your business."

As he spoke, he grasped the spear and thrust it forward. However, the hooded guard at the door saw that it was not the uninvited guest coming to the ground, but the arrogant guard. He suddenly fell to the ground in the snow. The scarlet blood spilled on the snow was particularly conspicuous.

The man holding the battle ax stood on tiptoe, picked up the spear that had fallen on the ground, held it in his hand, and walked up slowly. He walked towards the door, still not hiding. No flash.

The guard wearing the hat was startled. He immediately stepped back and ran into the log gate. He quickly rushed into the camp with a spear and shouted, "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"How many people?" The man polishing the sword beside the whetstone raised his head. The guard wearing a mink hat looked at him and raised one of his fingers.

"One." "Just one person?"

As soon as these words came out, the man at the whetstone was very puzzled. He turned around and looked at his companions at the campfire behind him, then turned his head and looked at the guard at the gate of the camp, "Are you sure you didn't notice? Alone?" "

"I swear to Odin! He is really a person, him!" Before the guard could finish his words, he couldn't finish his words anymore. The guard wearing a mink hat fell forward and fell to the ground, with a lot of hair on his back. A long wooden spear pole.

Behind the fallen body, everyone in the camp saw the man who was still throwing the spear. He slowly stood up and gently dropped the battle ax in his hand to the side. The warrior beside the whetstone He immediately drew out his long sword, and all the people around the campfire behind him immediately got up and held their weapons.

"Constantine "Black Death"" he stared at the man at the door and said slowly. The latter smiled helplessly after hearing it. He snorted and shrugged, "What a stupid name."

Vito walked in from the door, and the guard immediately raised his sword and pointed at the people behind him, "Blow the horn! Sound the alarm!"

The other man behind him nodded immediately. He took the long and curved Viking horn from his waist. The horn was blown instantly, and the dull sound echoed over the entire camp. Vito raised his head slightly and glanced at the sky, then shrugged slightly.

"It seems that I am quite popular." He said, turning his head to look at the sword-wielding warrior who rushed over to the side. He rushed up with a shout, waving his long sword and slashed at Vito, but the latter took a step forward, wielding a battle axe with one hand and hooked his long sword.

Vito pushed the long sword away with his backhand, and then an axe chopped his chest. The thick clothes burst into blood under the heavy chopping. Vito grabbed the sword in his hand, and slashed with a backhand sword to knock away the chopping of the next person behind him, and then he moved forward and chopped him to the ground with an axe.

Two corpses fell at Vito's feet, and blood seeped into the mud full of snow and water on the ground. Vito's footsteps walked through the muddy mud. He walked forward with the battle axe and long sword in both hands. Soon, three more people rushed up, waving battle axes and swords and attacking Vito.

The latter walked forward, and the battle axe in his hand chopped out and knocked away a one-handed axe that was cut, and then stabbed with a sword. He pierced the chest of the first person in front of him and stabbed his heart accurately. Vito took a step forward and spun to draw out the long sword inserted in his chest. He bent down to avoid the swung blade and chopped the thigh of the next person with a backhand sword.

His pants were split open instantly, blood gushed out of them, he wailed and fell to the ground, Vito stepped over from his side, raised his long sword to block the spear stabbing from the side, deflected the steel spear, and chopped up with a battle axe in one hand, directly splitting the man's head.

His body suddenly collapsed to the ground, Vito grabbed the long-handled battle axe and pulled it out, then spun it in his hand and threw it out, hitting a warrior who rushed up from the side. His head was hit, and the whole person turned back and fell to the ground.

Vito bent down and picked up the spear on the ground, took a step forward with one leg, and then threw out a spear, instantly smashing a single-handed shield-wielding man who rushed up from the side of the road in front of him. The round shield in his hand was pierced by the spear, and under the huge impact force, the corner of the log battle shield instantly broke into countless wood fragments.

The spear instantly hit his chest and stabbed him to the ground. He wailed and fell to the ground, while Vito in front of him turned to face the guy kneeling on one knee and wailing, raised his sharp sword and chopped off his head in an instant. The sword that could cut iron like mud instantly cut off his head.

Vito looked at the sharp slit in his hand. He tilted his head slightly to look at the sharp cut. It seemed that the whetstone had polished it quite well. The cold light reflected on the blade flashed on his face, and then Vito turned his head suddenly and swung his sword to block an arrow.

The arrow was deflected and flew out. Vito immediately saw the archer who was pulling up the bow and arrow beside the wooden house not far away. He was pulling up the next arrow, but he had no chance to shoot the arrow. Vito pulled out the spear from the chest of the man on the ground and threw it at the archer with his backhand.

The spear instantly pierced his chest. Vito passed by the man bleeding heavily from his chest on the ground. When he passed the corpse on the side, he pulled out the battle axe on his face with one hand. Vito held the weapon in both hands and walked towards the warriors who rushed to the street in the direction of the long house.

Several of them rushed towards Vito, holding shields, or holding swords, axes and spears. Vito responded calmly. He swung his long sword to block the hunting knife chopped by the first person, leaned forward and chopped an axe from his waist, then turned to block the axe chopped by the next person on the flank, and slashed his elbow with a sword.

The man's arm spurted a lot of blood. As he retreated whimpering, another person on the side stabbed him with a spear. Vito pressed his long sword downward, and the blade and the spear head collided. In the sound of fine iron clashing, the spear was deflected and stabbed from Vito's side.

Vito took a step forward, raised his battle axe and chopped him on the side of his face, splitting his face in half. The moment the man with a ferocious face fell to the ground, Vito took a step forward, raised his hand to block the sword of the man with a shield, and rushed to his side and chopped his shoulder with an axe.

The man's shoulder bones were shattered in large pieces. He screamed and leaned to the side, while Vito turned in his direction, swung the long sword in his hand and chopped his neck. He threw the sword in his hand in a splash of blood, and let the long sword embed in his neck and fell to the ground together.

The reason why Vito let go of his hand was that several archers on the street ahead gathered in front of the long house. They pulled up their bows and shot at Vito.

Vito let go of the hand holding the sword, and stepped hard on the edge of the shield, causing the round shield to bounce up. He caught the shield and blocked the incoming arrow. Vito strode forward with the shield in hand, facing the incoming arrows and stepped towards the long house.

The archers kept shooting arrows at him, and the arrows clanked on the shield, and the wood splinters flew and fell on the snow, but Vito held the shield and sprinted forward quickly on the mud, spinning his hands He raised his ax and slashed down from one side of the shield, breaking all the arrows stuck on it.

The shield that was already filled with arrows was suddenly emptied, making new space to withstand the attacks that followed. Vito stopped, lowered his body and hid behind the shield, his eyes shot through the wood with arrows from one side. Peeking forward from the gap behind his face, looking for a shooting gap for the archers.

At the same time, a man hiding in a corner of the wooden house thought he had seized the opportunity. While Vito was holding a shield and seemed to have no time to pay attention to him, he rushed up from the side holding a sword.

But just as he rushed up, Vito kicked him sideways and hit his knee. The crushing kick made him fall to the ground, and his face was covered in the snow and cement floor with a mouthful of mud. But then he screamed, and the mud in his mouth spurted out.

Vito pierced his back with his sword, holding his shield by his side to block the incoming arrows. He drew out his sword and continued walking towards the longhouse. The archers looked at him in amazement. Vito, his shield was full of arrows, but he still walked at a leisurely pace, not even taking two steps.

An archer pulled up an arrow again, but just as he was about to release the arrow, a man rushed behind him. He suddenly hit the archer's shoulder, causing him to shoot forward and deflect. Hit the arrow.

The arrow flew from Vito's side and stuck in the mud. He raised his head and saw the burly Khan rushing towards him from behind his shield. He was more than two meters tall, like a Norwegian strongman. The man waved his hand. A long-handled ax as huge as a wooden stake struck.

Vito pressed down fiercely, and the upper half of the shield in his hand was instantly chopped into pieces by the axe. The giant sweat raised his ax with both hands and slashed at Vito again. The latter dodged sideways and hit him. He spun the ax in front of him and rushed towards the strong man.

Vito rushed along the end of the long handle of the tomahawk. He clung to the side of the handle made of solid cast iron. Holding the tomahawk, he stepped on the melted snow and blood on the mud and rushed towards the giant sweat.

The giant sweat pulled out the battle ax that was chopped on the muddy ground, held it with both hands and slashed diagonally. The huge ax swept across the street towards Vito's waist. There seemed to be no possibility of evading the slash. But Vito dodged, and he rushed past the ax with a sliding shovel. Recently, the ax body almost touched Vito's nose.

Vito stepped over the strong man's crotch with a sliding shovel, and the ax in his hand hit his ankle hard. In an instant, the strong man wailed, and then his burly body lost balance and fell forward, getting taller and taller. The less balanced something is, the less balanced it is, and that seems to be true for everything.

Vito stood up from behind him, and struck his other leg with an axe. The ax blade shattered his knee bone. Juhan knelt on the ground among the broken bones, his His big hands rested on the muddy ground and were deeply submerged in the muddy water.

He raised his head and looked to the side, and then he saw Vito standing on one side. He raised his tomahawk and slashed it down. A piece of blood fell between the strong man's hands, and the blood poured like a waterfall. On the muddy ground, a head hit the wet ground smoothly, rolling out to one side with a large piece of mud.

In front of the strong man, the huge battle ax that fell on the ground was picked up by one hand. After the strong man's burly body finally fell to the ground, the archers saw the man who picked up the extremely heavy long-handled battle ax with one hand. Vito, his strength has reached an incredible level.

"Shoot him! Don't be stunned, shoot him!" A man with a braided beard among the archers shouted loudly. He pushed the people on both sides, then pulled up his bow and shot at Vito. The arrow The arrow shot up, and was immediately blocked by the battle ax swinging alternately between his hands.

The long battle ax spun in front of Vito like a windmill, deflecting large arrows towards the archers. The man with the braided beard widened his eyes as he looked up at the battle ax raised high above his head. He shouted, and then the ax fell.

The man who was braiding the beard was instantly chopped into pieces and split into two halves under the heavy tomahawk blow. His body fell to both sides. After Vito turned the tomahawk around, he held it with both hands and placed it on the side of the gate. , and then swept across with an axe, and all the remaining archers standing in front of the door were cut in half.

The broken torso fell on the log ground in front of the gate. The body of one of the people fell down to the last chance. He slid in front of the person sitting on the ground before the tomahawk struck. He raised his head and looked at the person holding the tomahawk. Vito, who smiled at him and raised his tomahawk.

The man sitting on the ground immediately threw away his bow and arrow, climbed up and ran away. He screamed like a frightened child and ran away, but the shadow falling on his head suddenly stopped him. Split in half, the heavy long-handled battle ax was just not far or near, hitting him indiscriminately.

The body split into two fell to the ground. Vito looked at the body lying on the mud and smiled, "You can't enter Valhalla like this, right? You screamed and ran away like a little girl."

As he spoke, he drew up the battle ax in his hand. He held the handle of the ax with both hands and glanced at the closed door of the longhouse beside him. Then he knocked politely on the door, "Hey, is there anyone there? Open it." Coming down?"

After not hearing any response from inside the door, Vito smiled slightly and raised the battle axe suddenly, aiming the axe blade with a cold glow at the relief on the door.

"Negotiations broke down, prepare to attack"