Warhammer Throne

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Ryan quickly gave up drawing his sword.

Because he could feel the powerful magical energy gathering in the final position of the caravan.

The female warlock shot.

After a long time of preparation, the sorcerer finally gathered enough mana, which is different from the blue ice magic energy before. This time, the magic power concentrated in Teresa's body reappeared a dazzling golden red.

"The soul screams!!"

The mountains shook and the forest shuddered.

This is the strongest spell currently mastered by Councillor Garland, the seven-ring mind system magic, and the mind screams.

A sense of fear from the depths of the soul pricked their nerves in the minds of all the survivors of the caravan.

Several arcs of light surround Teresa’s beautiful figure, and then follow the movement of the sorcerer to sweep the entire forest in all directions with her as the center. The golden-red ripples sweep across the woods and the land, and all the torches are extinguished in an instant. In the whistling and tsunami, all the beasts who rushed into the camp squatted down with their heads in pain. The golden-red lightning in the sea of ​​consciousness burned their souls. Many horned beasts dropped their weapons on the ground in pain. The weak horn beast, Chaos War Dog, and Razor Beast even lost the power of resistance. Their fragile heads exploded like balloons, exploding countless blood.

Everyone in the caravan was also severely affected. The weaker mercenaries were also holding their heads and wailing. Only a few of the elite ranks could endure the strong mental shock and reluctantly act. Taking this opportunity, Roster and Ike, etc. People clutched their heads and killed the beasts who had lost their resistance in the camp.

"Quick! My magic won't last long!" Teresa's face was pale, she hurriedly called to Ryan, and then urged the mercenaries and guards: "Quick, move faster!"

"Ohhhhh~~~" As soon as the female sorcerer's voice fell, there was a high-pitched roar from the depths of the forest. In the darkness, a **** battle flag rose from the dense coniferous forest. This battle flag was completely made of human skin. It is made with a human head hung on the top of the battle flag.

This kind of roar seemed to penetrate people's hearts. The caravans who were originally going to pursue the car felt a deep sense of fear. A icy feeling penetrated into the bone marrow and penetrated through their bodies. They couldn't help but slow down, fearful, like a forest. There is a terrible existence in the depths.

"Huh?!" Ester looked intently, and shouted in a trembling tone: "That's it?"

"What's that?" Rost pressed his ribs, it was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"That is the head of the druid, the tree planter is dead, his skin is made into a banner, and his head is made a trophy!" The half-elf has dark vision, but he would rather not have this ability now.

The terrible sight made his tired body lose its fighting spirit to pursue.

After hearing the roar, all the beasts who were still in dizziness were shocked. They threw down their weapons and struggled to escape back into the forest. The sound gradually faded away. When the sound disappeared at the farthest point, Ryan Feeling the incomparably filthy and chaotic sight swept past him, and then disappeared without a trace.

"What is that? The Great Demon of Chaos? If it is, then it is impossible for all of us to survive." Ryan could feel the terrible power full of violent, bloodthirsty, and filth. That thing is probably Yurik. What was said is very unclean.

The enemy is a gang of orcs who believe in the blood god. This is still within the scope of Ryan's acceptance. The followers of the blood **** do not like group activities. Ryan also gave up chasing. Going to the forest in a dark environment is no different from hide-and-seek with the orcs. Seeing his own death, seeing the Beastman retreat, Ryan returned to the camp.

A foul smell of blood passed into his nose.

Yes, it was the Beastman who retreated.

There is no joy of victory in the camp, no wine or hymns.

There are just countless corpses on the ground and a messy camp. Ryan is advancing hard in the blood of the dead mountain. He saw a mercenary on the ground next to him. The mercenary's body had several fatal wounds and was gnawed. It was a mess, but Ryan recognized him at a glance.

He was the Simon who had clashed with Ryan at the dock before. At this time, the little mercenary's loose eyes explained everything.

"Uuuuuu~Simon~Simon!!! Wake up, wake up, I'm Banda! Get up, we can't stay here for long, get up quickly!" A young figure appeared and threw himself at him. On the corpse, howling and crying.

"...Banda? Get up, he is dead." Ryan said, standing behind Banda.

The little mercenary ignored him, just kept crying.

The blood axe mercenary group suffered heavy losses in this battle, and now this mercenary group can stand only a dozen people.

Ryan didn't care about him anymore, because there was already a fierce quarrel in the crowd, Wilt stood in front of Teresa, his tone full of anger and sadness: "Ms. Trovik? You promised me at the beginning. "

"..." Teresa stood barely under Emilia's support. She was pale, biting her lip, facing Wilt's question, the female warlock could not speak.

"You promised me at the beginning!!!" Wilt threw down his two-handed sword, and rushed down frantically to get close to the body of the sorcerer. The sorcerer subconsciously stepped back, and even a trace of anxiety appeared on her beautiful face. :"I have no idea……"

"Well, Wilt, you calm down a little bit, things turn out like this, we don't want to." Ryan quickly stopped Wilt, he could feel the mercenaries around him with such hostile emotions.

"Ms. Trovik, please remember the Blood Axe Mercenary Corps. When we left Winter City, there were fifty people and two people stayed behind." Wilt no longer cared about Ryan's identity. He was in his thirties. The deputy commander’s eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and his voice was hoarse: "Now? We only have thirteen people left. What did you say at the beginning? I need you to be my guards, and I will also use my magic to protect you?"

"But now? You can't protect yourself, so let us use our lives to fill it?"

"At the time I asked you in Karzenhaven, and you told us personally that we would never encounter such a battle again."

"We need a statement, Ms. Trovik!!!" Wilt leaned forward, but was quickly stopped by Ryan, and the White Wolf Knight's face was flat: "Pay attention to your attitude, mercenary! Otherwise, I will honor me. Responsibility."

Wilt put his gaze on the White Wolf Knight badge on Ryan's chest, and then there was an embarrassing silence. He finally calmed down: "I am waiting for you to give me an answer, Ms. Trovik."

"I will give you an explanation, as well as the blood axe mercenaries behind you, Mr. Wilt, but please apologize to me for your previous rudeness. Please remember that if it were not for my spell, you could not Survive." With Ryan by her side, the sorcerer recovered her calm, she gently pushed Emilia away to signal that she was all right.

"I apologize for that." Wilt walked away knowingly.

Ryan was waiting to say something, but Teresa gently leaned her body on his body and whispered in his ear: "Hold me, my magic power is exhausted."

Ryan nodded, his powerful arm supported the arm of the sorcerer-even though his body was also full of blood, Teresa just frowned, did not push away, Ryan took the sorcerer and hid away.

Grey Blade Bilger appeared in front of Oliver, and he said to Oliver in a low, hoarse voice: "Gray Blade has broken 16 young men in this battle. We demand sufficient compensation."

"We will pay the money, as agreed." Oliver frowned. The businessman's contractual spirit told him that he must nod at this time, but reason told him that things were not that simple.

"No, it is enough. Compensation." Bilger's face was also very ugly. After this battle, his mercenary group was also greatly injured. He needs to blackmail more money from the merchant: "Mr. Oliver, the previous price It was the previous price. Now the situation is different. You didn't tell us that there is a sea core stone in the goods. You are cheating. The Grey Blade suffered a heavy loss. We demanded the price we deserved."

The implication is that he is going to increase the price.

"Bilger, this is not up to the agreement!" Oliver said with difficulty.

"Yes, things are different now, Mr. Oliver, if you still want our protection, please add money." Bilger pressed again, his face full of mania and greed.

After seeing Haixinshi, everyone became greedy.

At the same time, a quarrel broke out among the mercenaries.

"If it weren't for you didn't shoot to cover him at that time, Simon would not have died!" Banda provoked the conversation first, and he pointed the finger at a caravan guard who was the Mather who had been following Oliver.

"What do you know, brat?"

"Enough, I blame you!"

"Keep your mouth clean, small chopsticks!"

The quarrel has intensified, especially after several wandering knights joined, the quarrel gradually escalated: "Mr. Mats, please hand over the Sea Heart Stone. We shed blood to protect you. Sea Heart Stone should belong to our caravan. Everyone, isn't it?"

"Exactly, Mr. Mats, please hand over the Sea Heart Stone." Several wandering knights approached with swords and shields, speaking illogical words, only Ike was standing in the distance, his face full of hesitation. .

"Don't think about it!" As the guard hired by Mats, Ester stood up naturally and confronted these wandering knights.

The guards guarded Mats in the middle, and on the other side was a few wandering knights. Among them, the wandering knight Gudson whose shoulder was pierced by the orcs had the most crazy expression. It seemed that the injuries on his body were also eroding his nerves. He had already taken his sword out of its sheath and approached unreasonably: "Either hand over the goods or die!"

"Enough!!!" An angry shout made everyone regain their senses. Ryan held Teresa and shouted at everyone: "I don't care what your situation is now, what you want to negotiate, don't be here. Is it okay to negotiate here? Can you see what this place is?"

Everyone came back to their senses. The camp full of blood and corpses told them that this time was indeed not the place and time to speak, but they felt anger and rage for no reason, and seemed to not tear everything that existed in front of them to pieces. Don't let it go, feelings of anxiety, anger, and hatred spread crazily among people. Everyone is like a powder keg, which explodes at one point.

Ryan knows that this is the corruption of chaos. They always infiltrate people’s hearts inadvertently. The terrible thing about chaos is not its strong combat power and destruction, but it erodes people’s hearts unknowingly. Many brave soldiers are here. This is the reason why the Chaos army repelled the attack on the battlefield, but suffered corruption after the war, and eventually fell into the Chaos Warrior.

The corpse and the smell of blood are like a beacon in the night to scavengers, and a deadly temptation, not to mention the undead and other creatures.

After being yelled at by Ryan, the crowd stopped the quarrel for a while. They rashly cremated the body and buried it, and packed up things. After such a **** battle, everyone in the caravan had no intention of rest, and decided to rush to the Scavill mountain peak overnight. High mountain fortress.

The carriage was severely damaged and most of the horses lost, but the goods were mostly intact. This made the caravan carriage that had been reduced by more than half of its staff in a stretched situation. Everyone re-ignited torches on the road. The difference was that the caravan’s guards and mercenaries were quite distinct from each other. The time reported with a cautious look, and the guards looked at the wandering knights following the caravan even more vigilantly.

The estrangement gradually arises...

In the dark forest, the tree planter Alderad’s head is hanging on the Beastman’s battle flag, and his face still retains the despair and fear of frequent death. This is really suitable for the Beastman. NS.

Under the banner of the war, an altar full of blood and a throne full of druid bones are enshrined by all the Beastmen. A mysterious symbol is located directly above the altar, emitting a bright red light in the dark night.

"Cheap...sacrifice." The huge minotaur shuttled through the night, and the faint moonlight shone on its scarlet face. The armor of the face was directly embedded in its face, and its flesh and blood were welded together. It was the minotaur who fought Alderrad before, and its size was a full circle larger than the other minotaurs.

Other wild orcs surrounded it and crawled to the ground. Obviously, it was the beast king of this wild orc war gang.

"No sacrifice...no...gift, no sacrifice...need...sacrifice." The giant minotaur raised his battle axe.

The cold light flashed, and a minotaur had its head cut off. The huge bull head rolled to the side, full of filthy **** energy released from above. In the dark void, something seemed to respond to this. Field festival.

"How about this little gift...?"

The blood **** never asks where the blood comes from.

"Not enough, continue..." A few more minotaurs dropped their heads. Even so, all the Beastmen still didn't dare to make any movements, they were still crawling on the ground, waiting for the next move of the Beastmaster.

"Enemies...two... witches have no combat power... the white wolf knight is... the sacrifice that pleases the blood god..." After the giant minotaur killed twelve men in a row, it finally I got a satisfying reply from the mysterious existence.

"Tomorrow... I will fight the white wolf knight... to the death." The Beastmaster raised his huge battle axe, pointed it high in the sky, and suddenly roared: "Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull Offering Skull Seat!!!"

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull Offering Skull Seat!!!"