Warhammer Throne

Kieslov, a country in the snow and ice, the northernmost country in the civilization of the old world human order.

The place is covered by snow all year round. The way people distinguish the season is to see whether the snow is larger or smaller. The daytime here is very short and sometimes very long. The Mrs. Kiesler and Ugol people who live here will always be there. During the day, we race against time to carry out daily activities, because when day passes and night falls, no one dares to stay in the wild. Even the priests of Esun who have been blessed by the bear **** Esun or those brave and invincible wing cavalry, as long as they have a choice, These well-trained fighters will also choose to stay behind the high walls of the town.

The barrenness of the land made Kislov, except for a few lands blessed and casted by the ice witch, there is no place to cultivate. Fishing and hunting are the main source of food here, and high-calorie food has become Mrs. Kiesler’s favorite. , The permanent shortage of materials makes people in the whole country work hard for a year and rarely can eat their stomachs, not to mention the endless threats from the wild.

Many people think, how can anyone be willing to come to this kind of place?

However, on the contrary, the number of mercenaries in Kislov may be the largest other than Tyrell.

Because foreign merchants and nobles who come and go, always need a lot of manpower to ensure their own safety.

However, in addition to this, there are more attractive places here in Kislov.

A place outside the law and a place of wealth.

Here, countless death row prisoners can find a place of their own. The imperial chasers will give up chasing these prisoners after they reach the border of Kislov. This allows many criminals who don’t want to go to the gallows to find a place to live, eagerly Fortune and glory mercenaries and bounty hunters came to this icy country one after another, and they were very interested in the location of the chaotic warlord’s tombs and the ancient fortresses of the dwarves.

At the same time, only the true brave will try to cross the Linsk River and enter the kingdom of trolls. This land is more terrifying than the extremely dangerous Kislov. Here, there are countless evil creatures twisted by chaos. And the northern barbarians who are constantly going southward are all haunting this land. Adventurers and mercenaries of low level will disappear on the vast ice field in just a few days, and even if there is no battle, they will be abandoned from the north. The chaotic wind blowing from the earth will also be mixed with the whispers and curses of the chaotic evil god, which is enough to drive a normal person crazy in just a few months or even a few weeks.

However, the rewards of the adventure in the kingdom of trolls are incredible.

The troll kingdom is filled with the tombs of chaos champions and ancient human warriors. Numerous treasures of gold and silver are waiting for their new owners. Many abandoned dwarf temples still contain vibrating gold and mithril, as well as those ancient to almost Forgotten runes, there are an inexhaustible amount of minerals, gold and silver gems, and even those extremely precious magic gems. There will even be some lucky ones who have found a mysterious rune made. Of weapons or armors! That is priceless!

Therefore, when people talk about the exploration of the troll kingdom, they always use a tone of admiration and admiration. According to the reliable survey conclusions drawn and announced by the Queen Catherine Katharine, the adventurers who have returned from the troll kingdom , 90 all made a fortune or got a more lucrative return!

Probability of 90! And it's an amazingly high rate of return!

This is the kingdom of trolls north of Kislov, a blessed place for opportunists and adventurers!

On this day when winter is about to enter, the Troll Kingdom is very close to the Linsk River, ushered in two returning adventurers, these two adventurers are obviously very high status, otherwise it will not let Kislov Four winged cavalry were sent to respond by the Linsk River.

But what they were waiting for was a loud noise.

"Boom!" A giant more than ten meters high fell to the ground, and the giant's face still retained a bit of dying unwillingness.

A sword of Frost, which was one meter and six meters long, stuck in his forehead like this, killing him with one blow.

Several wing cavalry looked at each other, a giant, just died? !

The biting north wind came on, mixed with snow and wind blowing on the face of the leading wing cavalry. The wing cavalry general was named Kukov. He and his wing cavalry unit belonged to the port city of Olengrad. The only three places in the Kingdom of Kislov that can be called cities.

The other three wing cavalry were a little anxious. After all, they were here to greet the people after receiving the order. If the other party had an accident, they would definitely have to bear a huge responsibility.

"Calm down!" General Kukov frowned. The soldier had a beautiful moustache. He tried his best to look into the distance.

As a wing cavalry general, Kukov once went to the empire to serve as a mercenary for the electors. What he hates most is the endless black forest of the empire, where the sky is always shaded by trees, and there is no day in the sky. Kislov always had a wider field of vision. Although this made Kukov feel insignificant, he still insisted not to interfere.

Every adventurer who can retreat from the kingdom of trolls is a great warrior! And warriors always have dignity, they will not like someone to intervene.

Two figures gradually appeared within the dense wind and snow.

The first figure is about 1.8 meters tall. He wears a bearskin hat on his head. There are many hat feathers on the hat. It is colorful. A mithril full-body plate armor protects his body. The Oster collar The family coat of arms of the red bull and iron cross engraved in the black and white shield shows his identity. Behind him is a huge bull cloak, two short fire blunderbuss and a sharp steel long sword hung around his waist. , Put the shield behind him.

Even with such a thick dress, the visitor was still breathing in the extremely cold environment. He said proudly and proudly, "It's really cold weather, **** it, I thought Wolfen’s winter was cold enough, but in After the troll kingdom, I understand how low the temperature is here, what do you think? Mentor?"

"Oh? Really? I think, in this place, I can feel the warmth of my hometown." The second person appeared from the wind and snow. Assagem did."

The instructor's height is very high, at least two meters and six meters tall, his long golden hair is smashed into a sky braid, and his long hair on both sides is also tied with many small braids. He is just wearing a rather shabby full body board. Armor, on his chest hangs the wolf teeth and wolf skull strung with rope. His face looks like those of the most ferocious northern barbarians. He has an unruly wildness and a high nose, like a wolf. With a lesson in his eyes, his cloak is also made of a whole wolf skin, with a giant wolf galloping between the stars carved on it. "Be vigilant, Oleg, danger is everywhere. You can’t relax before you get home!"

"Yes! Tutor, but I think I have to admit that I already miss my wife in Wolfenburg and the wine in the wine cellar!" Oleg von Zhukov subconsciously expressed his approval, and then made fun of it. He said in a tone "Inherit your teaching!"

"Hahahaha~" The tutor let out a rough laugh. His voice sounded as wild and unkind as a wolf, but it exudes endless pleasure and heroism. "Yes! There is nothing warmer than a woman, wine The fireplace can soothe the soldiers' hearts even more!"

"Hahahahaha~" The master and apprentice laughed nonchalantly in the wilderness. The instructor reached out and held the Frost Cold Blade inserted in the giant's face. He took a bite and kicked the giant away. Raise the sword.

The four winged cavalry were relieved, and General Kukov snapped in front of him, "Hello, Lord Oleg, and Lord Wolfen, We have received your signal, we are here to welcome you!"

"?" The instructor paused, and he shouted at his disciple quite dissatisfied, "What's the matter?! Oleg, didn't I tell you that the Moka Trial can only be completed by you alone?! "

"I did it alone! Mentor, I just sent the message to my father after completing the trial of Moka, and asked him to send someone to pick us up!" Oleg quickly defended, "This is my father's will, I am His eldest son and first-in-line successor! You know how hard it took me to get my father to promise me to follow you in this trial!"

"... listen to what my father said?" The mentor's anger came and went quickly. He was still fluttering in anger, and immediately became happy again. He reached out and patted Oleg's shoulder and smiled, "Hey, no Wrong, it is right to listen to my father's words. It seems that our meeting was not accidental, and I also listened to my father's words very much."

Oleg took a sigh of relief. His mentor was indeed a bit moody, but fortunately he was born with the boldness of the northern man, and it was not too difficult to get along with.

The four winged cavalry and the master and apprentice joined forces and walked south together. They seized the time to cross the Linsk River. The instructor could clearly feel that after the results had crossed the Linsk River, everyone was relieved. Tone.

Is the north side of this river so dangerous in these people's minds? The instructor smiled rather carelessly, showing the sharp fangs in his mouth.

Also, the humans in this world are still very tenacious. The Ugols, Mrs. Kiesler, and the Empires, for this alone, they are worthy of admiration.

After the group crossed the river, it was getting late, and the biting north wind blew on everyone. Even the strongest wing cavalry was shivering with the cold. They took out the map and carefully identified the direction. Then proceed along the wilderness road full of snow.

Finally, just before sunset, the group came to a small Kislov village, which was built on a coniferous forest not far from a small river that had been frozen by ice. The wall made of round logs made everyone feel a sense of belonging. The village was next to a small mountain bag with neatly arranged and crowded houses, and a central big house with a spire, the whole body was painted red.

It was getting late, and the gate of the village had been closed tightly. Just above the gate, Mrs. Kesler, who looked fiercely, was preparing these uninvited guests with a longbow and spear. However, as the group of people approached, Yi The iconic wings of the cavalry made them let go of their hostility, and a Mrs. Keisler above the gate yelled at them, "Private?"

General Kukov also yelled "Zdrastvi!"

The two sides yelled a few more words from Kislov, and the defenders nodded. Oleg and his mentor heard the creak of the door opening and the sound of the back door being removed. The door slowly moved towards Opening outside, sweeping the thick pile of snow in front of the door.

"Let’s stay here tonight, Lord Oleg, Lord Wild Wolf." General Kukov said. We should hide behind the fence."

"Perhaps." The tutor didn't take it seriously, but he didn't object either.

Not long after everyone entered the village, the village gate slammed shut. In Kislov, the predators from Norskar or Kurgan were very familiar with the people here, and worse things often appeared here. The human beings are ready to fight at any time.

The huts and barns were covered by snow, and the land in the village was extremely frozen, and there were shallow ruts on it. General Kukov told the master and apprentice that they needed to enter the central house and head towards the village. "Boyer" pays tribute, and Boyer will give them free food and a place to rest.

This is Kiesler's rules and Mrs. Kiesler's character, pragmatic, serious, tenacious, and unpleasant.

Obviously, the instructor rejected this proposal. He pulled out the heads of five chaos champions. "Is this enough? If you have so many Boyer, he can get my respect!"

Both General Kukov and Oleg knew the temper of the Lord of the Wild Wolf. They admired and felt helpless, so they could only go in with these heads.

After ten minutes, the gate of the central hall opened, and Boyer from the village enthusiastically came out to greet the visitors. He was a burly man with long hair with braids, an axe slung around his waist, and a thick beard. , Holding the hands of the instructor and Oleg very enthusiastically, talking non-stop, and then leading everyone in.

There was a rush of heat. The hall was prepared with rich food, big liba, red cabbage soup, delicious barbecue, broth stewed in two stoves, and crackling flames reflected the walls of the hall. Become a goose yellow appearance.

The men and women of Kislov greeted the guests with enthusiasm, dancing, and others playing the harp and lute, the story of the singer, the human hero and the czar.

The instructor and Oleg sat on the side of the long table. The waiter handed a large glass of mare kumiss, and then a large glass of Kislov vodka. The instructor grabbed the vodka and drank it directly. , The hot liquid scorched through the mouth and esophagus, making him scream.

"Huh~" Oleg also learned to drink a full glass, and then he was so spicy that he couldn't speak. Despite this, the elector's son finally felt the warmth from humanity and his homeland. He coughed a few times. "After spending more than a year in the Troll Nation, I almost forgot the feeling of being home. I almost thought that every place in the world is the same as the Troll Nation, only barrenness, snow, weeds and endless sky. ."

"More than a year?" The instructor sneered. He immediately filled himself with a large glass of vodka, then picked up a half-baked pork leg and gnawed it directly.

"What's the matter, mentor, isn't this hard enough?" Jiujin came up, and Oleg exclaimed dissatisfiedly.

"...If I said, I slaughtered hundreds of thousands of chaotic demons in the subspace with my own power, and it took me thousands of years to get here, do you believe it?" The instructor's face appeared. A look of reminiscence disappeared immediately, gnawing on the pork leg, tasting the delicacy of the original food.

"Tutor! I know you are very powerful, very powerful, but your cowhide is too big!" Oleg lowered his head to deal with a piece of lamb chop, his face was full of black lines, "I don't believe it!"

"Hey, I don't believe it either." The instructor didn't care, he laughed, and everyone thought he was making a bad joke.

Yeah, a bad joke.

A bad joke from my father.

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