Chapter 973, The Fire Will Extinguish

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In ancient times, when the world was not yet divided.

Everything is still shrouded in fog, and the world is full of rocks, giant trees and ancient immortal dragons.

Until one day, the ancient saints came to the mortal world, and they built two portals to the South Pole and the North Pole.

Changes have emerged, new races, new civilizations, and the ancient saints have changed the entire world according to their wishes. The dragon family is still powerful, but it no longer has dominance, and differences arise because of this.

Noble elves, stubborn dwarves, and complex humans.

Cold and heat, life and death, light and dark.

Mortals once foolishly chose to believe in the power of order, and they gradually evolved their own culture under the guidance of the Old Sage. The elves learned magic from the Old Sage's servants, and the dwarves learned forging and smelting techniques from the Old Sage.

Humans have learned the two ends and learning ability of the ancient saints.

How stupid.

Finally, the true god from subspace brought true civilization to this world.

The servants of the four gods came to the mortal world. They destroyed the portal of the Old One, and endless demons poured out from the portal.

The true gods were only one step away from ruling the world. However, they eventually encountered some setbacks that were not worth mentioning.

The first generation of Phoenix King Enario led the elves to stand up. It released the power of Kane's sword and let the elves complete the maelstrom.

Grimnir, one of the three main gods of the dwarves, went deep into the realm of chaos. It stopped the plan of the original demon prince to confer gods. Since then, chaos has been unable to give birth to new gods.

In the end, Charlemagne defeated Moka, the "Unifier" of the first generation of Chaos Eternal God Chosen in the last great expedition of his life, and established the majestic territory of the current empire.

Since then, the age of mankind has begun.

However, there will be a day when the fire will be extinguished, and at that time, there will only be darkness left in the world.

At the end of February 2515 in the Imperial Calendar, Osterland, Chaos Occupied Area, near the ruins of Von-Zhukov Castle.

With terrible groans and howls,

The hellfire sword and the black iron battle ax swirled like a hurricane, cutting off pieces of flesh and blood from a commoner in Osterland. No matter how the commoner wailed and begged for mercy, or even when he was dying, the executioner never stopped. , until all the flesh and blood of the Ostlander was cut off from his body, leaving only a skeleton, the executioner then comfortably put down the ax and sword in his hand, and kicked the skeleton out.

The skeleton fell from a high place along a small hillside. Along the slope, there was a huge pit the size of two or three castles. The bones were piled up in this huge pit in such a disorderly manner like a mountain. I don't know how many corpses are piled up inside.

Black Iron Mott was wearing a complete set of black armor bestowed by the gods cursed by chaos. He put down the Hellfire Sword and Black Iron Tomahawk in his hands, and the icy blue eyes of Chaos Eternal Chosen behind the black mask were tightly closed. On, he enjoyed the moment.

The joy of revenge greatly motivated the new Chaos Eternal Chosen. He could feel his tired and depressed heart comforted, and he seemed to have the strength to continue fighting.

For the time being, just for a while, the Eternal God of Chaos looked at the huge corpse pit, in which more than 300,000 human bones were buried. The taste of revenge was so sweet that Motkin finally felt that he had regained some passion.

The passion to keep fighting and fighting.

"This is the price, this is the price you paid for slaughtering my hometown, Osterlanders." Motkin put down his weapon, and he wanted to speak, but he found that the voice that came out of his voice was not Nuo The low Gothic of the Ska, but the diabolical language, muffled, twisted, and full of echoes from the Warp,

These voices can still be understood and understood by the subordinates. No one knows the reason, but it's like wanting to eat when hungry or drinking water when thirsty. Everyone can understand what Motkin is talking about.

Oleg von Zhukov must die.

Von-Zhukov Castle has been reduced to ruins. The original splendid castle full of various souvenirs, paintings, and historical relics now has only a piece of white ground. After conquering the castle, Motkin ordered the massacre three times. The first The second time was when Motkin ordered the massacre of the city when he broke through the outer defense line of the castle, the second time he ordered the massacre of the city again when he blasted the castle gate, and the third time he discovered that there were still imperial troops and refugees using the castle's internal defense facilities and tunnels to resist At that time, Motkin even coldly ordered the whole city to be burned down.

Countless axes and swords burning with hellfire witnessed the destruction of Von-Zhukov Castle and the massacre of at least 300,000 people. Now, the proud ancestral castle of the Von-Zhukov Elector family has been removed from Oleg witnessed the disappearance on the map. From now on, he can only search for the memories of his home on the ruins.

Thinking of this, Motkin almost laughed out loud.

This is the price, this is the price of Oleg's evil deeds!

You destroyed my hometown, and I will destroy yours too!

We were originally strangers, we had our own kingdoms, it was you! You ruined all of this, since you did this, don't blame me for being ruthless!

Motkin had already ordered that all the graves of the ancestors of the von Zhukov family be dug up, and all the ashes of the ancestors of the von Zhukov family were removed, and then everything was burned down.

The Eternal Chosen of Chaos looked around, surrounded by his personal guards, all members of the "Crimson Reaper" legion blessed by the four Chaos Gods, these loyal and brave Chaos Chosen warriors vowed to follow Motkin Until the end of the world.

Motkin laughed ferociously. It has been hundreds of years. During this period of time, the Chaos Champion Lord felt that vitality had returned to his body. Revenge was the only thing to consider.

Oleg von Zhukov must die.

This is the only reason Motkin is still holding on.

What no one knows is that the soul and body of this Chaos Eternal God Chosen are falling into the quagmire of Chaos. The blessings from the Four Chaos Gods are also a terrible curse. Even a powerful champion like Motkin was deeply tortured. Motkin knew very well that the will of chaos that he had spent hundreds of years fighting against was doubly eroding and corrupting his will. The humanity and character that have been preserved for hundreds of years are disappearing at an accelerated rate.

"Power has a price." The Black Iron Avenger muttered to himself, and he raised his hand: "The fire will go out."

He has been relying on the anger of revenge to resist the erosion of evil gods, but now, his wish has been half completed, and the anger is slowly extinguishing. Without anger, it is difficult to resist the erosion of chaos.

If things go on like this, sooner or later he will become a plaything of Chaos, a tool man used to destroy the world. Losing himself, he will lead the army to continue southward as Chaos expected, until the entire mortal world is plunged into war...or into In eternal darkness.

Motkin didn't want to do this. The powerful King of the North has always believed that the Norscans and the Imperials could not coexist. We could live in peace. We are compatriots, although we chose different paths. God, the two parties should not be in this kind of life-and-death relationship.

But this is fate, since I prayed to Chaos for strength, all this is irreversible.

If he, Black Iron Motkin, is destined to fall into darkness, then he has only one small goal left, one last task, one last debt to be dealt with.

Near the ruins of Von Zhukov Castle, tens of thousands of Chaos troops are gathering one after another. Hundreds of Chaos Chosen, Chaos Warriors, Chaos Wizards, Barbarian War Chiefs, and Barbarian Shamans are waiting for the Chaos Eternal Chosen Order, his bannerman holds up the banner that seals the Great Demon of Khorne Karghank.

More than 70,000 Chaos troops, dressed in black and armored, were murderous.

More than a dozen Chaos demon legions are gearing up, waiting for Motkin's command to hunt mortal souls and enjoy destruction.

The Chaos Dragon Scullex-The Great also spread its wings and hovered above the sky.

Motkin looked at his army, he looked at the warriors of Chaos waiting for his orders, and the Everchosen felt an emotion called guilt.

It's him, it's all his orders.

The beginning of the Barbarossa plan was extremely successful. The Chaos army was divided into three groups and went south. It was enough to invade the core area of ​​the empire before the empire reacted, and enjoy the victory by burning, killing, looting, and wanting to take this opportunity to severely damage Charlemagne. Empire, let them tremble before the will of the Dark God.

But his desire for revenge and stubborn orders overwhelmed everything. He continued to order a frontal assault. In the battle of Von-Zhukov Castle, Chaos lost more than 100,000 people, and the lack of his personal command led to the failure of Bekaa The battle of Fern, and the forced order of the cruel Gertwo to lead the army of beastmen to deal with Knight King Ryan, finally led to the tragic failure of the Battle of the Three Kings.

The loss in the Battle of Beccafin exceeded 50,000, and the Beastman army was almost wiped out in the Battle of the Three Kings. In addition to the losses in the Battle of Ehrengrad and the Battle of Herzig, the Chaos Army has lost nearly three thousand since it went south. One hundred thousand people.

Motkin, what a scum you are! Damn! waste! As the Eternal Chosen of Chaos, how many good men from the Northern Wasteland, Kurgan, and Norsca have lost their lives in the empire for your own selfish desires? How many stupid and pathetic souls have you given to the true god for revenge, making them the playthings of the true god?

it was all your fault! Motkin!

it was all your fault! ! !

The emotion called guilt makes Motkin feel like a knife, everything is as the four true gods expected, this great invasion makes the four true gods very satisfied, his army has fallen too deep, and it is hopeless , They all feel that they are on the road to glory, on the road to ascending to the devil, they will win the blessings of the four true gods through war, and obtain unimaginable rewards.

Only Motkin knows deep in his heart that everyone is the plaything of the Four Gods, and the lives of these people are worthless in the eyes of the Four Gods. They are just toys for fun. to throw away.

The King of the North cursed himself. He knew that not only could he not stop this corruption, but he was even intensifying his efforts and fueling the flames. These warriors loyal to him would soon continue to join the next battle of Wolfenburg.

The news that the empire received 200,000 Chaos troops is false. Counting the peripheral troops and the recent attacks by the undead knights, Motkin's main force, which has lost troops and generals, is actually only about 100,000. This is For all his remaining troops, the Eternal God's Chosen has no soldiers to transfer in the entire Oster Territory.

That's right, 200,000 new Chaos reinforcements are gathering in the northern wasteland, but Motkin knows that he can't wait any longer. The army of Knight King Ryan Malcador has already arrived at Herzig, and more than 60,000 troops from the south of the empire The main force had reached Talabheim, and there was no time to wait for reinforcements to arrive at the front.

If you want to take Wolfenburg and take Oleg's head, you must hurry up.

They don't know anything, Motkin thought painfully, nothing, a bunch of idiots.

Motkin, are you satisfied with this? Killed the lives of three to four hundred thousand good men on the land of the south.

Is it really worth it?

The sky of Ostland is still shrouded in black smoke, the army has been assembled, and the loyal Crimson Reaper Legion has formed a tight array along the surrounding area, waiting for the order of Motkin, his military adviser, God Tzeentch Hal-Eternal Eye put away the dissatisfaction in his eyes, and was also waiting for Motkin's order.

The fire is about to go out, and a future engulfed in darkness lies ahead.

The passion for fighting and the passion for facing challenges are fading from Motkin's body, deep guilt and self-blame are filling the heart of Chaos God's Chosen Champion, and now only the power of vengeance is left to drive him forward.

The King of the North stood up from the throne made of the dead bones and funeral objects of the ancestors of the Von Zhukov family, and he walked slowly towards his personal guards under the eyes of everyone.

"Now, my revenge has reached the final step." The majestic figure of the King of the North flickered with red light, and the huge chaotic energy formed an energy field around Motkin's body. Such a scene is undoubtedly favored by the dark gods Motkin is fully capable of harnessing these energies into a war machine to destroy fortresses, he said.

"I have no right to ask you to die, everyone, this is my revenge." Motkin slowly picked up his weapon from the ground, and the light of chaos burst out from the ice-blue eyes in the helmet, which was intensely Light like smoke.

Above the ruins of the entire castle, there was silence. The King of the North came striding forward, and every step he took made a crisp sound on the ruins.

"But will you follow me, one last time?"

The crimson reapers of the personal guards lined up in a straight line. These chosen warriors blessed by the four gods of chaos felt the determination of their king. None of the warriors said a word. They all raised their weapons and let go. On the chest, knocking the breastplate in salute.

This is the highest level of etiquette among northern barbarians.

They will follow Motkin forever, even in Chaos Realm.

"There is only one target, the head of Oleg von Zhukov!"

"For Chaos! For Black Iron-Motkin!!!"

"Set off!"

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