Chapter 1370, Boris and Kazak: Battle of Destiny

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Imperial Calendar 2526, Autumn, Middenland, Drakovald Black Forest.

"Kill!" In the dense black forest, a familiar rough voice carrying a terrible croon turned over the leaves blown by the wind, and a large group of flying insects flew up from the rotting branches.

A legion from Middenheim was marching through the Black Forest, the runefang of the leader gleaming in his hand, as it slashed across Professor Lie's screaming neck, the human-sized head from the dirty deformed and bony beastman. The body was removed in response, and a dark red light shone on the blade.

Drakovald's Beastmen warbands scrambled to avoid a similar fate, but there was nothing but bloodshed in the runefang's rise and fall. Blood clots splattered on the trunks of the surrounding trees. The man with the sword and his steed roared piercingly. A horse's hoof inlaid with iron palms quickly kicked towards the back of the fleeing beastman, breaking the spine of the howling creature. bone.

"Kazak! Get out!"

Boris Todbringer, Elector, Duke of Middenheim, Grand Duke of Middenland, his voice is far, far away.

Behind Boris, followed by a team of White Wolf Knights, a team of Imperial Hunters, a team of Cheetah Knights, and about two companies of the Middenheim City Defense Army. They trekked hard in the Black Forest.

"Kazak! Get out of here, I know you're nearby!" Boris then roared, "Have you heard the mournful cries of your people? Have you smelled their blood?"

"Come and fight with me, Kazak!" The Elector's roar was endless, but there was not much response in the Black Forest, only the sound of things shuttling through the woodland from time to time, and the occasional cold arrows flying could explain the beast People are not exterminated.

"Ha~huh~ha!" Boris Todbringer breathed in the turbid air, and the elector laughed ferociously. He is nearly a hundred years old this year. It is definitely not young, not to mention that Boris was injured many times when he was young and lost one eye. His vitality was greatly damaged, and he suffered a series of accidents in his later years. It was discovered that he was a Chaos cultist and was killed by Dove, and his two sons died in a murder. This series of events was a devastating blow to Boris. Without a suitable successor, Boris retired and gave up everything.

Thinking of the previous quarrel in the Elector's Palace in Middenheim, Boris couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

At a recent meeting,

Middenheim's siege army was finally repelled by Charlemagne's God-Chosen Champion Woten and his army, and the siege of Middenheim was temporarily lifted, but then news came that a Skaven army of hundreds of thousands of people Skaven hordes and a Chaos army of a million men are approaching.

But at this critical moment, Boris announced that he appointed Woten as Lord of Middenheim and Marshal of Middenheim, and was responsible for commanding all the remaining troops in Middenheim, while Boris himself planned to lead a loyal army His squad of white wolf knights, his family's private army, and a group of cheetah knights who are responsible for protecting him, went to the Great Forest of Drakovald in person to fight to the death with his old enemy Kazak-One-Eyed.

After Boris announced his decision, the heads of all the military and political officials in Middenheim were full of question marks.

At this time, as the orthodox ruler of Middenheim, the spiritual leader of the army and the people, and the symbol of the will of the white wolf god Urik (the great Urik is dead), you do not stay to stabilize the morale of the army, but intend to bring Lead a small group of people to the perilous Drakovald forest to find some Beastman duel?

Everyone just asked Boris, is there something wrong with your mind?

Boris didn't care, he said he was going.

Axel, the head of the White Wolf Knights, had a fierce attitude. He asked Boris if he had lost his mind.

Charlemagne's God's Choice champion Watten said that Middenheim could not do without Boris, and that Watten was willing to complete this task for him.

Boris refused all of them. He insisted on going, ignoring everyone's obstruction. The elector pulled out the rune tooth and warned them that it was his birthright.

Matak, the great wizard of the beast department in the Sanctuary, even told Boris directly that Archaon, the Eternal God of Chaos, is approaching, and they will arrive at the city of Middenheim soon. At this time, Boris should not leave under any circumstances, and the Eternal God Once the election is close, it is impossible for the one-eyed Kazak, who is the supreme beast king of Drakovald, not to report to the Eternal God, and the opportunity for revenge will come sooner or later.

Boris didn't know how to refute for a moment, he simply shouted: Have you seen the Eternal Chosen? Why do you say that the Eternal God's Chosen has arrived? Skaven? Skavens are something that only exists in children's books, they are all fake, they are just part of the Beastmen! Why did the last moment come? Why did the empire become what it is now?

It's because Kazak has one eye!

All responsibility rests with Kazak One-Eyed!

Kazak One-Eyed must be killed!

There is only one goal, which is to kill Kazak One-eyed!

There is no Last Moment without Kazak!

Boris' theism shocked everyone present, and everyone didn't know what to say. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Boris directly appointed Woten as the Lord of Middenheim, and led the group of people who were loyal to him to leave. Middenheim.

Everyone thought he was crazy, only Boris knew that he was crazy, but not completely crazy.

Of course he knew that the Skavens were real, of course he knew that Archaon was approaching, and of course he knew what kind of test Middenheim would face next.

He just wants to be willful for one more time, for the last time, all he hopes to achieve is to chase the shadow of the opponent who has tortured his life for a long time, he will kill Kazak, the whole world has shrunk into a singularity, Middenheim , Drakowald Forest, Kazak, and him Boris.

As long as Kazak is killed, everything will be fine! Boris kept trying to convince himself that it would take a brave action to curb the tide of fallen beasts that was trying to cover everything, kill the beast head, destroy the battle herd, and with the collapse of the Beastman tribe, victory in the Northern War would be easy. Without their cannon fodder, the armies of the Three-Eyed King will realize that they have lost their numerical superiority. That's enough to turn things around, that's enough, Boris Todbringer has fulfilled his obligations and responsibilities.

For this reason, when the smelly gale that symbolized the warning of the white wolf god Urik blew past Boris' ears and brought Urik's warning, Boris resolutely ignored it, although Boris knew very well in his heart. , he was capricious, he was doing stupid things, he left his city, his people, he gave them up to strangers, he knew he was making a huge mistake, he knew... He knows everything.

Now, are you satisfied? old man?

You clearly know that doing this is wrong, but you still want to be willful just for your personal revenge?

What an unqualified ruler you are!

Boris! You bastard! Rubbish!

The deep sense of guilt almost drove Boris crazy. He could only charge wildly, kill, and let himself rush into the herd of beasts on his horse. He watched the imperial soldiers in white and blue uniforms coming from all directions. The group fought bloody battles and were gradually swallowed up with sadness in their hearts.

It's still your fault, Boris! You killed them all! Just because of your willfulness!

The strong sense of guilt made Boris almost schizophrenic. He had to continue fighting and let himself fall into blood rage. He kept calling the name of the one-eyed Kazak alone. He didn't know how many beastmen he killed until There are enemies on all sides, he has killed the Ulcer, the Chaos Warhound, the Horn, the Big Horn, the Chaos Egg, the Harpy, and he has even killed two Beastman Beastmasters and a Neighing Shaman, The Razorbeast chariot sliced ​​through his steed's legs, and Boris backhanded his beloved mount with a sword to lay it to rest.

He persisted alone for nearly a whole day, and he didn't know how long it took, until the last Middenlander fell to the ground and was swallowed up by a group of razor beasts.

Very well, old man, you killed them!

It doesn't matter! Boris heard the sound of the horn in the depths of the forest. It was the horn of the one-eyed Kazak. The White Wolf Elector couldn't help but smile, "It's okay, I'll accompany you soon!"

wait for me!

The surrounding minotaurs reluctantly stepped aside at the sound of the horn, and in a Razorbeast chariot, the Drakovald Beastman Supreme Beastlord, One-Eyed-Kazak finally appeared, his one-eyed gaze fixed on Bao Reese, come to claim the prey it deserves. This vicious beast of the dark forest is huge and bulky. On the belt, one huge claw gripped a barbed steel whip, while the other held a butcher knife engraved with runes of destruction.

There is no doubt that Kazak is in much better condition than Boris. The elector is exhausted, but Kazak is in good condition.

"You're finally willing to come out, you son of a bitch, you bastard." Boris knew very well that he couldn't hold on any longer. Kazak didn't need to come out, he just needed to let the Minotaur gang continue to besiege him. Sooner or later, he would die here.

But just as Kazak knew him, he knew Kazak.

This is a fateful duel between two people.

"Great, old beast, it turns out that you will grow old too." Boris was about to say a few harsh words, but found that Kazak's hair was mixed with a lot of silver strands.

Beastmen will also get old, especially the Beastmen and Beastmasters like Kazak who have not received enough blessings from the Chaos God. Much shorter, and basically do not live to die of old age.

"How long has it been since the confrontation between us?" Boris was laughing, it was a smile that was happy to see Liexin, it was a smile that a dream finally penetrated into reality: "Thirty years? Wow, it has been so long before I know it, and finally Yan Zhiji is scary, right? But what does it matter to me?"

"Roar...True God...Oracle...White Wolf City...burning!" Kazak growled.

"Then let them fight, Charlemagne's God's Choice will solve everything, and so will Archaon." Boris raised the corner of his mouth, his big red beard was covered with blood clots from the Beastmen: "Let them go Hit, they hit theirs, we hit ours? Allright?"

"..." There was a slight movement on Kazak's face, which made Boris understand that the real Beastman army had gone to the Central Mountain Range to serve Archaon, while the remaining Kazak stayed behind. Here it is.

"Why did you stay? Is it because you don't want to bow your knee to the Three-Eyed King? Or are you looking forward to this duel? Or...you are too old, the Three-Eyed King doesn't like you at all?" Bao Reese is aggressive.

When Boris said "I don't like you at all", Kazak became angry rarely, and let out a scream of annoyance.

"Hahahaha! Looks like I guessed it right!" Boris didn't have time to laugh, and the beast rushed towards him. His nostrils were already filled with the stench of Kazak, and with a loud bang, the blades collided suddenly. The sound pierced through the forest. The two old enemies who have been fighting each other for a long time have long been wrapped in a bloodthirsty blade storm. They have fought each other countless times in the past, and this time is no exception.

In terms of hard power, Boris is slightly better than the one-eyed Kazak, but the old elector has been fighting for too long and is very tired, while Kazak has the natural wrist strength of the beastman, and the two sides are tied.

Boris Todbringer could also feel that Kazak's energy was not as good as before. It was getting tired faster than before, and its sword was not as sharp.

Two old guys! Boris laughed at himself, unknowingly, we are all old!

How nice it would be if you weren't a Beastman? How good would it be if we were comrades-in-arms? We can retire together, take a bath together in the military nursing home, eat meat, remember the past time, we can brag together in the tavern, tell our stories, and show our glory.

How sad, I lost my wife and two sons, and you lost your son, killed by my own hands, I took your eye, you took mine, I was in the forest Tens of thousands of good lads have been lost in it, how about you? In my few rounds of siege alone, tens of thousands of cubs were killed, as well as those horned beasts and horned beasts, how many of them are your people? Your comrades?

I hate you, and you hate me too. The only thing that breaks the chain of hatred is the complete end of one side.

Boris was waiting, and the battle between the two sides was still going on. After all, the old elector's physical strength was gradually exhausted, but Kazak couldn't take him down anyway. The Supreme Beastmaster slammed his whip, and cloth The barbed iron whip went straight to Boris' right foot.

coming! Boris cheered from the bottom of his heart, good time!

It's an old trick. After all these years, you still like to use this trick when deciding the outcome.

But the me now is no longer the original me! Since Boris was defeated by this trick last time, he has already hired a professional martial arts master to ask him how to break the whip with a sword and shield.

Sliding sideways to avoid the long whip, Boris rushed forward and stepped on the whip to the ground, and then the blade thrust forward, Kazak quickly let go and retreated, narrowly avoiding the blade of Runefang, while Boris Leaning forward, Kazak immediately picked up the machete and smashed it down fiercely. Boris' shield was shattered, and the rune fang was bounced off. With the third blow, Kazak finally cut off Boris' armor as he wished, allowing his There was a hole in the surface of the plate armor.

The beastmen around shouted wildly, as if they were planning to celebrate the victory of the Beastmaster.

Kazak felt severe pain from below, the rune fang had penetrated its thigh, the Beastmaster's thigh snapped off, Kazak fell to the ground, Boris immediately rushed over like a hungry wolf, He turned the Rune Fang, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, pointed down, and shouted: "For my lost wife and son, for all my compatriots who died because of you! Die!"

"Bo-ris-s!" Kazak seemed to be aware of what was about to happen, and it roared hoarsely, but did not do anything else.

"Ka-za-k!"

"Bow-ris-s!"

"Ka-za-k!"

It is not clear whether it is attachment, loss, pleasure, joy, or relief. After yelling at each other's name twice with no clear meaning, the rune teeth fell in response, piercing the creature's eyes, and then fell into its skull , Kazak's hooves rolled on the ground for a while, and then remained motionless.

Boris Todbringer put his weight on the hilt of the Runefang until he felt the blade sink into the mud beneath Kazrak's skull.

"So, this is the end? I still look forward to more surprises from you." Boris pulled out the Rune Fang.

There was silence for a while, at least two thousand Beastmen witnessed the duel, and now they were about to pounce.

But Boris just felt so relieved, he screamed to the sky, and for the first time in a long, long time, he felt that there was no burden on his chest, and he had won.

He was going to die, he was going to be torn to pieces by the Beastmen.

But he won.

The Tordbringer lineage would be broken, the Runefang would be lost in the Black Forest, and Middenheim would lose their leader, who had failed Ulric.

However, he won!

Boris spread his arms, and he laughed like a kid who stole cheese.

Won, won, he won!

Win numb.

"I'm a dusk wolf!" Holding up the Rune Fang, Boris looked radiant, as if he was fifty years younger. He raised his iron boots, stepped on Kazak's head, and barely straightened his back. Facing thousands of bloodthirsty and fanatical Beastmen, let the bright red blood flow from the gap in the helmet, Boris Todbringer, Duke of Middenheim, Elector, Grand Duke of Middenland, Dera The ruler of the Kovald Forest showed a free and easy smile: "Why, do you want to get this world? Do you want to get my head, Boris Todbringer, and give it to your dark masters???!!!"

"Come on! Ulric's fangs are here!"

"Come and get it if you have one!!!"

Boris' hoarse voice swept across the dark forest, and for a moment, none of the thousands of beastmen dared to step forward.

On the contrary, there was a white light flashing in the forest, and an unrivaled high elf warrior came from afar. Like lightning, flames, and more like beams of light piercing the night, the sun sword in his hand cut down all the beastmen, and two flames It spewed past, and the white light illuminated the black forest, and the beastmen fled in fear.

Incarnation of the wind of light, Tyrion stepped out of the woodland all alone. He applauded vigorously: "A beautiful speech, human being, you are a warrior."

"Who are you?" asked Boris.

"I am Tyrion, a descendant of Alario." Tyrion smiled freely, he looked very relaxed: "But it doesn't matter who I am, we are all of the same kind, I am sure."

"Boris, are you interested in performing with me, Twilight Wolf Seeking Home?"

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