Chapter 568, Chaos Wasteland

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In the mortal world, the land of the extreme north, the wasteland of chaos, the place closest to the true god.

Here, it is always covered by ice, snow and flames. Sometimes the ground freezes into a snowfield, and sometimes hot magma is ejected from the ground. Everywhere here is weird. There are almost no animals and plants on the chaotic wasteland. There are only the eternal homes and lairs of uncountable, nameless and invisible monsters.

"The North is our past, and the North is our future."

——Ludwig "The Savior"

Before the arrival of the Old Sage, both the extreme north and the extreme south were called the North Pole or the South Pole. This place was originally an extremely cold place, barren and inhabited, and the aborigines of the planet had never arrived here.

Until the Old Ones come.

Long before the birth of the mortal races, the portals of the two poles were built by the Old Ones and their servants, the Slann, and the Old Ones were not creatures of this planet, they came from farther places.

The portal was established here, and the ancient saints came to this world wave after wave. The original purpose of the portal was to transport resources to other worlds instantly and across dimensions. These portals built by alien technology are Huge, capable of transporting a large amount of resources at one time, it is said that the portal can accommodate a whole army of ancient saints to pass through at the same time.

After a short period of adaptation, the Old Sages established the Spiritual Network Road, and then lived in this world. They asked their pet magic toads to help them conduct various experiments, and created the lizard man (Thoros) and As the helpers of the magic toads, the Skinlizards (Stenke) have made big plans and are always planning something crucial.

In this way, thousands of years have passed.

Until one day, the sworn enemy of the Old Ones came.

The Old One's machine was catastrophically damaged, and things quickly got out of hand, the portals began to collapse and shatter, the Old Ones lost control of the portals and other worlds, and pure Chaos energy spread through the shattered portals throughout The world spreads everywhere, and the creatures all over the world have suffered mutations to varying degrees, and the first Beastman was also born at this time. The dimensional stone, the product of the solidification of the original chaotic energy, fell like a torrential rain on all parts of the world, causing more disasters and mutant creatures. This is known as the catastrophe.

When the portal was finally destroyed by the catastrophe, the Chaos energy pouring out of the Warp completely changed the lands of the two poles, creating Chaos Wastes like eternal hell. The Old Ones also realized that their Proving Grounds, Amusement Park, and later the world of Sanctuary could not be saved, so they fled the planet and never returned.

Everyone knows what happened next.

Now, the northern wasteland has turned into a nightmare kingdom, where no mortal creature can survive for long, they will be destroyed quickly, or twisted and corrupted into something else, the cold here The whispers of the evil gods are hidden in the wind or hot wind. The will of the four chaotic gods extends above the chaotic wasteland. The echoes of the subspace resound throughout this land. It only takes a few minutes to bring a mortal with a normal mind to life. crazy.

However, his poisonous weed is my fairy grass.

The northern wasteland has never been what the low-level and ignorant southerners imagined. It is a barren and dead land. On the contrary, the northern wasteland is a very lively place, where countless twisted and indescribable strange creatures run amok. Chaos demons, Chaos beasts, dragon demons, chaos ogres, and beastmen roam in this playground, and they fight each other in an endless war. These wars were neither for the glory of power nor for the plunder of existence, but simply for the plans of the Four Gods that will never be understood. Every day, the wasteland trembles with great conflicts and wars on a scale unmatched by even the most incredible battles of the Old World.

Likewise, the northern wastes are holy places of pilgrimage for the barbarians.

After each barbarian is favored by the evil gods and becomes a warrior of chaos, most of them will go on a pilgrimage to the wasteland of chaos,

In the eyes of the hypocritical and weak southerners, the corruption of chaos is terrible, the mutation of chaos is cursed, and the threat of chaos is the object that must be eliminated. Get rid of the shadow of chaos.

However, chaos persists forever. The northern barbarians regard chaos corruption and chaos mutation as a kind of blessing. Over the long years, they have embraced corruption and the power of chaos. They regard this mutation as a gift from the gods. Although not everyone can bear the blessing of Chaos, those Chaos Warriors who cannot bear the favor of the evil god will become Chaos Eggs, but even a Chaos Egg that has lost all sanity is considered a "sacred thing" by the barbarians.

The ambitious Huns, Mongols, Kurgans, and Norscans will all go on pilgrimage to the wasteland of chaos, where endless challenges, killing and fighting will never stop. This is a grand stage play, the above Crowded with actors who want to appear on stage, while the evil gods are watching from the shadows, they watch all this quietly, and then look for those who make them feel interesting.

For example, the former king of Scalins, "Red Eye" Egil Stilbjorn, had killed countless powerful enemies during the hundreds of years of "pilgrimage", and finally won the favor of Khorne, Having become the champions chosen by Khorne, if other Chaos Warriors can survive the Chaos Wasteland and return to their hometowns, then they will enjoy endless glory in the singing and roaring of their compatriots, and become the champions of Chaos that everyone envies.

At this moment, a traveler was slowly advancing on the chaotic wasteland, and behind him, followed by a chaotic heavy cavalry with about two hundred riders, all of them were wearing very, very thick black full-body plate armor of chaos , riding the nightmare-like chaotic warhorses, they were silent and silent, even the praise of the four chaotic gods was silent.

The traveler wears a full set of chaos armor, with a huge cloak made of human skin and the fur of chaos beasts around his shoulders. He sits on a huge demon steed, whose immortal body is formed by sharp horns. Composed of teeth, plates of bone, and armor of corroded steel, their eyes burn with the fire of Chaos.

"It's not here either." The traveler led the crowd on a walk in the chaotic wasteland. They swept past all the way, and all the enemies who dared to fight against them were defeated by them. At this time, the traveler would only calmly make a request. Surrender or die.

The Traveler and his minions have roamed the lands for over a hundred years.

"Not here." The traveler repeated this sentence.

His followers followed him, all without saying a word, just waiting for his order, and whatever the traveler's goals, they would always follow him.

Because they firmly believe that only he can complete that sacred and great mission.

That is the ultimate goal of the true God.

The traveler's eyes showed a strange bright red color, and his eyes seemed to have no eyeballs, but only the flames of chaos burning in them, which only contained a kind of hatred.

Pure hate.

This hatred needs no reason, no excuse, no pity, this hatred burns in the traveler's chest day and night.

Even though his face is hidden under the helmet and cannot be seen clearly, his followers can feel the disgust and hatred for the mortal world in his tone at the same time,

But what is quite strange is that the traveler is very calm, very calm, on the one hand, he hates to the point of madness, on the other hand, he is extremely calm, although he hates everything, he hates everything, but he never let Anger overwhelmed his logic.

Because only the weak can be controlled by anger, and he controls anger.

He has already chosen a bright and broad road for his journey of seeking Tao.

More than a hundred years have passed, and his journey of finding the way is gradually coming to an end, but it is this ending that confuses him. The traveler has been cruising the chaotic wasteland for more than 20 years, and he has never found such a thing. clue.

"Bilak? Or, Kurgan?" the traveler whispered.

He stood there thinking for a while, then raised his head again.

"Kurgan!"

"Yes!" A group of Chaos Knights pulled the reins, and the galloping Chaos Steeds obeyed their will, and followed the traveler to an endless distance.

A month later, the Kurgan Prairie.

The traveler looked at the endless withered yellow grassland, above the unpredictable gloomy sky, the terrible wind of chaos was blowing this famous super prairie in the old world.

Travelers try to recall Kurgan's history from their own knowledge.

The Kurgan Prairie used to be a holy land of grazing with lush water and grass, blue sky and white clouds. When the Elven Empire was colonizing the Old World, some humans settled in Tyrell, Estalia and the current position of the empire, accepting to become elves A vassal of the empire and established the ancient human wizard empire.

But there are also some human beings who do not want to be vassals of the elves. They continue to go north until they establish their own tribe near Norsca and the northern prairie. They live a life of fishing and hunting. They used to be kind, humble, hardworking and sincere.

until chaos descends.

Corruption always happens unknowingly. These human nomads were gradually corrupted by Chaos. Their bodies were mutated and their minds were twisted. The dark gods slowly began to corrupt and enslave the minds of the northern human tribes. Those who did not succumb to the dark gods have since fled south, such as the Kisler Lady and the Ugols, themselves once tribes of the eastern steppes. Those who remained ended up becoming more and more like a bunch of madmen, forsaking the benefits of civilization and becoming followers of Chaos instead.

Finally, under the eyes of everyone, an extremely great name came out from the distant and cold Scythia.

He is the "Whip of the World" Kurgan the Great.

His history was before the ancient Cathay and Charlemagne established their empires. When the baby was born in the wasteland of Scythia, the wizard of the tribe made a prophecy that the baby would enjoy all joy and all pain.

Time passed and the baby grew up to be a mighty rider and leader of the tribe, Kurgan the Great had an insatiable desire to master the power and power of the steppe and its people - he traveled north, south, west and The wind in the east prayed to the earth, the sky and the rain, to the day and the sun, the night and the moon...for this he plundered countless slaves and trophies to sacrifice to the spirits and gods. Emperor Kurgan is very powerful, but he is also very smart. He knows that the dark gods at the northernmost end are the most powerful, so in order to reach an agreement with the Chaos Gods, he abandoned the Longevity Heaven he originally believed in. Emperor Kurgan swore He and the race he commands will serve the Dark God dutifully and will never waver.

The four gods of chaos answered his prayers, and the evil gods gave him endless power. In this way, Emperor Kurgan unified the entire northern prairie and the wasteland of chaos, and established the Kurgan Empire. A warlike empire of swift cavalry, roaring monsters, and wild mages.

At the peak of the Kurgan Empire, the empire once stretched from the Roof of the World in the east to the Dark Realm in the south, the Chaos Wasteland in the north, and the four northern islands of Nipeng in the west. It was several times the size of the current empire. The tribe crawled under his feet, paying tribute in peacetime and sending troops in wartime.

However, the gift of the evil god is not without cost. Gradually, the constant victories and wars of the Great Kurgan made the Four Chaos Gods feel dull and bored. His bestowal is reciprocated, and bestowed upon him with endless pain.

So, just a few years after the establishment of the Kurgan Empire, the will of the four gods of chaos came to the world. They ignored the countless spoils, sacrifices and sacrifices of glory of the Kurgan Great, and they cruelly took the Kurgan Empire. The most cherished thing of Emperor Ergan-his only four sons were taken away by the four gods of chaos. After taking away his four sons, the four gods of chaos became silent and never answered his prayers.

Emperor Kurgan could only accept the "gift" of the four gods of chaos with tears, because this is the price for gaining power. The emperor who lost his heir is still strong, but he can no longer stop the struggle for power and profit within the empire in order to seek the heir. , A once extremely powerful empire collapsed in civil strife and depravity. After participating in the last war, the Kurgan Emperor fell in battle, and the Kurgan Empire fell apart, never to be the same again.

After that, countless tribes rose up on the Kurgan Prairie, and many tribal khans and chiefs claimed that they were the sons and orthodox heirs of the Kurgan Great.

Maybe what he wants is on the Kurgan steppe? The traveler rode a demon horse on a yellow and endless prairie. He thought carefully, maybe the true god had a coronation ceremony for Emperor Kurgan at that time?

While the traveler was still thinking about how he would find clues to such things, he and his followers were surrounded by a Kurgan marauder cavalry.

"Outsiders!" The leading Kurgan rider was very tall, at least two meters tall, and his whole body was filled with muscles. He shouted in Kurgan with a local accent: "You two choose!"

"I'm looking for the last treasure." The traveler's answer was rather strange: "Maybe your khan can give me the answer? Who is your khan?"

"Our Khan?!" the Kurgan rider shouted proudly.

"Listen to his name carefully, outsider!"

"He is our great maggot king! The gluttonous master! The true successor of Emperor Kurgan!"

"He is Tamu Khan!"