Chapter 1352, Victory Transfer, Tiger Occupying 8 Peaks
In 2526 of the Imperial Calendar, the northern part of the Empire has turned into a new wasteland of chaos.
The sky swirls and swirls, like an oil painting falling into a vortex. Huge armies stared at this ever-changing spiral, the great signal of colorful change.
Archaon, the Eternal Chosen of Chaos, sat on his throne, and he could smell the change in the air.
Archaon said nothing, his boundless army had already set off, and the mission of bringing the final blow to the world finally fell on him himself.
The Eternal Chosen is thinking about his mission, his mission, and his power, and the Chaos Swords are always around him, waiting for his orders.
"My contractor, that fat stupid thing's plan has failed, and his army has been defeated. Now you know who to listen to?" Until something interrupted Archaon's thinking, its voice Stern but joyful: "His power of abundance has been purified, his gifts have been expelled by mortals, his proud triplet brothers have been resolved, in a very ridiculous way, everything is as I prophesied That. Stupid! You should have listened to me sooner!"
"The three Grote brothers? They were just defeated, but they were not defeated." Archaon raised his head, and he saw the looming figure of the Lord of Change, the Three-Eyed King, in the Northern Lights To which he sneered utterly: "They did my bidding perfectly, and not only did they destroy Brunswick completely, but they weakened mortals to the brink of collapse, more successfully than I could have imagined. Yes Yes, they were defeated, but that doesn't matter. The Empire and Brittania are now nothing but a skeleton, and I will strike the final blow."
"Oh? Is that so? Is this true? Hehehe, small mortal, you probably don't know what you're going to face? I can tell you, your old enemy, your destined enemy, you can't do it alone. Against the Allied Forces of the Four Gods, we all dispatched our strongest Chaos Demon Army and commander, but we still suffered failure." The voice of the Lord of Changes was always full of emotion, and Archaon couldn't tell what it was, what a pity? ridicule? expect? hope? Or... longing?
"You can only ask questions, never solve them." Archaon's attitude towards the Demon Bird God was equally contemptuous: "It is a sword, not a mouth, that is needed to solve a problem."
Tzeentch grinned, and his appearance suddenly turned into the Supreme Eagle again. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he simply nodded: "Hee hee, let us wait and see, you have to remember, Contractor, Everything in the world is within my plan, if you find that things are out of your control, ask me for help, after all, you are an interesting guy!"
Archaon didn't want to talk to Tzeentch, so the Eternal God's Chosen just looked at the Demon Bird God, his eyes were cold and tired, and Tzeentch...his expression looked like a smile, but was he really smiling? Maybe only he himself knows.
"The elves, dwarves, and humans have begun to realize the seriousness of the problem." Archaon's tone was very indifferent, and the Eternal God looked at Tzeentch, who had become Qingbao Tianzun's Dharma again, with provocative eyes: "If they can unite early Get up, then maybe there is still a chance to fight me, but now, what else can mortals do?"
"The ancient race is not ignorant of your purpose. The new god of the elves, Lilith, is not idle. They stole the power of the ether in the maelstrom, and those powers should belong to me." Tzeentch First screamed in great rage, and He looked furious.
In the next second, Tzeentch immediately became joyful: "But your strength can compete with those incarnations, and you own us."
"It's time for this funny comedy to come to an end." Archaon stretched out his hand: "Their resistance is futile, and I will get everything I want. The empire will surely be destroyed, and the rest of the world will follow suit .The impending destruction cannot be altered nor postponed."
"You will set the world on fire, it is destiny." Tzeentch agreed, "You will kill false gods and leave your scars on the mortal world forever,
But your final fate is still a mystery."
"I'm not surprised by this, it's a waste of mystery."
"Lion Malcador, the Emperor's Son, your most terrible enemy." The Lord of Changes became serious rarely. "Defeat him, you will get everything, otherwise everything will be nothing."
"I know what the emperor you are talking about is." Archaon's tone remained calm, and the Eternal God's Chosen narrowed his eyes: "If he is a god, then he is just a ridiculous dwarf imitating the real god. How can I be afraid of this dwarf's clumsy tools? If he is not a god, then he is only a powerful mortal, and I am only going to fight one of this man's servants, which makes me even more boring."
"It is true that this tool called Ryan may kill me." The voice of the Eternal God's Chosen gradually became tired: "But I have long been unshakable. Nothing will scare me, and nothing can Make me happy, my heart has been turned to stone."
"I'm tired, Tzeentch, go away."
……Because I am the dividing line of Archaon………
The million Chaos army chosen by the Eternal God went south along the three roads of the Sea of Claws, the homeland of Kislev, and the ruins of Ostland. Among them, the news that Archaon's main force marched for about 200 kilometers was led by Nord At the same time that the scroll was sent to the imperial palace, the outpost left by the Norsca dwarves also sent the news to the capital of the dwarves, Eternal Peak on the Silver Road.
The Eternal Peak, a symbol of the most glorious era of the dwarves, is now more like the last strong refuge. The iron gates that were always open in the past have been tightly closed for countless centuries. The news of the fall of one dwarf fortress has spread to the Eternal Peak. Come.
At first, the bearded dwarves of Eternal Peak felt outraged, and even the white bearded dwarves were shocked by the continuous news. They found the High King Thorgreen and asked the High King to send troops.
Thorgreen severely reprimanded the request to send troops rashly. The soldiers that the High King now has in his hands are only 10,000 Eternal Guards and 10,000 Dwarf Field Army. You must know that most of the armies of Dwarf Warriors, Dwarf Miners, and Dwarf Rangers are essentially The militia, these troops defending the city are of course no problem, going out of the city to fight the Skaven in the field is courting death.
"Ah!" Pounding his fist on the book of hatred, Thorgreen's pale face due to excessive blood loss was full of impotent rage. In the past few years, news of successive dwarf castles falling one after another has spread to Eternal Peak, The High King can only add new content to the Great Book of Hate. He once determined to liquidate all the chapters in the Great Book of Hate and was confident that he had the strength and time, but now there are more and more hatred, but the population of dwarves is getting smaller and smaller.
The interior of Eternal Peak is now full of refugees who fled from the dwarf cities. There are hundreds of people, and only a few dozen people. Some families even died with only a few mustaches left. The banner that symbolized the family's glory issued a bloodthirsty declaration of revenge. Thorgreen didn't know how to face them.
Too many dwarves were going to take the oath to become Butchers, in such numbers that the Grimnir Butcher Shrine simply wasn't able to shave so many new Butchers, and Thorgrim doubted that if it did, those old ones would be How many clans of history, those fallen dwarf royal families, and the last witnesses of those dwarf fortresses will survive?
As time passed, High King Thorgrim suffered more and more, and when news of the fall of the Horn Fort reached the Eternal Peak, only the most unscrupulous mustaches and new butchers who had just taken the butcher oath Dare to talk loudly about expelling rat people, restore my mountains.
"Our family has declined."
"Our race is entering twilight."
On the throne of power, Thorgrim turned the pages of the Great Book of Hate, and the High King hated his own incompetence.
"One generation can only do what one generation does."
The iron glove squeezed tightly, gripping the blood-soaked quill almost deformed.
Come on, Skaven!
Do you skaven want torrent for the dwarves? Do you want the dwarf's sea gate? Let's attack!
Do you skaven want the butcher's keep for the dwarves? Let's attack!
You Ratman want my dwarf's Eight Peaks Mountain? Want my Butcher Fort? Come attack!
Skaven, want my Eternal Peak? Want my throne of power?
Come on!
We dwarves have fallen, and have entered the twilight, but if this is the fate of the dwarves, then I accept it, and I, Thorgrim, accept it all!
Even if there is only the last man, the last shield, and the last hammer left among us dwarves, we will drag you down and drag you to death!
The iron fist slammed down, and the pages of the Great Book of Hate bounced up.
Thorgrim-Grudger closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.
The atmosphere in Eternal Peak is very bad, and the dwarves are full of despair about the future.
However, located in the south of Eternal Peak, Karak-Eight Peaks Mountain is full of joy. The hall of Silver Hall here is decorated with lights and festoons, and the dwarves sing heartily, slaughtering cattle and sheep, welcoming the arrival of a distinguished guest and his attendants.
The King of Eight Peaks, Belega-Iron Hammer, brought his queen, Komanik, to entertain the guests. Belega was in high spirits. He personally held the large dwarven beer glass and filled a glass of Bagman XX beer for the visitors. : "Oh, welcome, Your Excellency, very welcome, timely rain, Your Excellency Ruth!"
"Ha, what's the matter? You and Ryan are brothers, and Ryan and I are brothers. Of course we are also brothers!"
The Primarch of the Space Wolves, Leman Russ straightened his chest and accepted Bellegar's toast calmly. He raised his head and gulped down the whole glass of dark beer in one gulp. The admiration of Grande's oath guards.
Dwarves like this kind of guy who can drink freely.
"Okay~ okay~" Bellega immediately signaled the attendants to bring more barrels of wine: "I said, brother Russ..."
"Ah, Brother Bellegar!" Leman Russ took out a knife and cut off a thigh from the whole roasted lamb next to him. Holding it in his hand, he ate it like a hungry wolf. The Primarch was not polite to Bellegar at all. : "Let me call you brother, I am much older than you!"
"Impossible? I'm over three hundred years old this year." Bellegar stroked his white beard, wanting to sell his old age.
"My age... is at least two or three times your age anyway." Ruth said casually, and he pulled off the clothes on his chest, revealing countless wounds: "These are all Chaos Fighters!" left by the greenskins."
"Hey, are you so old?" Bellegar also drank too much: "Then you and Ryan must not be born of the same mother... hiccup~"
"???" Ruston frowned for a while, but he didn't know how to refute it after thinking about it carefully, so he simply pretended not to hear it.
Not long ago outside the city of Eight Peaks, the appearance of Russ helped the Eight Peaks dwarves win a crucial battle.
The Battle of Camelback Mountain, the opponents are the Bafengshan dwarves + some Haimenguan dwarves + Iron Peak dwarves + three guards of the bad land VS Skaven Essin clan + Kerizzor clan + Cripps clan + Skull clan coalition forces .
Bellega aimed to completely clear the Skaven lair near Eight Peaks Mountain through this war. The two sides fought at the foot of Humpback Mountain. The battle was very fierce. Unable to resist the attack of the Skaven.
But at this moment, Leman Russ appeared, and the Space Wolves primarch killed the Skaven's stronghold from behind, and then like a string of gourds, the warlords of the two clans, a Gray Seer, A group of great engineering warlocks lined up, and behind him, Bjorn - One Hit Kill also swept across the Ratman command center with a spear and claws.
The dwarves, who receive unexpected reinforcements, are at first unable to identify the person who came, but Russ randomly announces that he is Llane's brother.
oh! It's Brother Lane's brother! The Eight Peaks dwarves immediately confirmed that Ruth was a friend.
The Battle of Camelback Mountain ended in a narrow victory for the dwarves.
After the battle, Bellegar personally held a banquet to celebrate the victory of the war, and hosted a banquet for Leman Russ who came to support him.
The Primarch of the Space Wolves was quite satisfied with the banquet. He could feel the enthusiasm of the dwarves. Ruth thought that he should have done the right thing this time, and his efforts should have come in handy... right?
Yes, after being defeated by Grimgor-Ironhide, Leman Russ swore that he would take revenge, but he knew that he was no longer the opponent of Ironhide. The iron skin at this time must be the incarnation of Brother Goong, maybe it is the embodiment of Brother Mao.
Fuck and mess? Isn't that the green-skinned warlord who almost strangled his father in the Battle of Ulano, and the tall, strong and waaagh in Rise of the Beast! The level of the big green-skinned warboss?
Russ was a little afraid of the strength of the iron skin. The old wolf thought for a while, and he was thinking about how to carry out his own revenge.
Soon, a perfect logical chain was completed in Ruth's mind.
Must avenge the mighty Ironhide—revenge on other greenskins first—an enemy of an enemy is a friend—greenskins and dwarves are mortal enemies—I'll go support the dwarves first!
In this way, with infinite hatred for Ironhide, Ruth crossed the Ogre Kingdom and the Dark Realm, successfully entered the Roof of the World Mountain Range, wiped out one or two Skaven ratmen, and successfully joined the Humpback Mountain with Belegar, the king of the Eight Peaks Mountain!
After solving the threat of foreign enemies, Bellega announced that the dwarves of Bafeng Mountain and Russ would join together and prepare to go north.
Yesterday, Dafeng rode a small electric donkey and took me to eat mutton hot pot, but there was a sudden heavy rain on the way back, and the two of us were completely wet. It was really miserable. This chapter was rushed out, hey~