Chapter 425 We Are Unstoppable

The squeaking sound of cutting meat was mixed with the intermittent beating, starlight spread on the path connected by square stone slabs, three or five immature voices crying due to the collision were shut into the house, and the birds in early spring finally gave out a few A clear cry.

"The Goremon is coming!" The adults yelled, frightening the children who were still running wild outside, causing them to cry out in surprise.

“How much meat can a Gorr swallow?

A Gore will eat all the meat and you can trust it to keep eating.

There's plenty of meat here, if you can find more. "

Gentle nursery rhymes sent the children back to the house. They are descendants of the Thuringian tribe and remnants of Duncan Wald's territory.

Today, a thousand years later, this province has become a story. The last "King of Berserkers" was buried in the horned beast craze, and the rune sword "Beast Slayer" was forever covered in dust.

It's hard to say whether they have more Teutonic blood from the Midden Territory now, or whether they have more ancient heritage.

The once glorious city was annihilated in the forest, and only the horned beasts still remembered them.

The ruins of the city are black, the dense forest blocks the starlight, and the cruel darkness is laid in the city buried in the Duncanwald Forest. Loud beast roars convey rude words to each other, and fleeting conflicts occur at all times, with splashes. It ends with blood shot into the rocks.

This is the country of the Beastmen, and Man has never conquered it, and never will, as long as Man exists.

The flames burned like dancing will-o'-the-wisps in the city's vine-choked center.

Eight torches surround the high platform in the center of the square. The inner circle is the living sacrifice that is still struggling, and the outer circle is the alien with the head of the beast.

Some of them directly exposed the weird sheep's and cow's heads in the air, while others slightly covered them with helmets full of spikes, and messy flags were scattered everywhere. The bravest champion stood next to the torch, and everyone could see it. it.

Doomsday Bulls are rare, Minotaurs are rare, and the best of the herd are even rarer.

It is stronger than four humans tied together. The blood on the barbed iron and copper armor is still dry. A skull engraved with runes hangs around its waist. Under the black iron helmet is a pair of ruby-like eyes. .

The curved angle as sharp as the blade extends wildly behind the cheek guard, and water mist spurts out from the nostrils with copper rings along with its fiery breath and desire for slaughter.

It is definitely a nightmare for travelers in Duncanwald Forest, and no prey caught by it survives.

How many caravans are wealthy enough to afford an army escort?

"My brothers and beasts, my teeth and claws! My blood is still burning!" The monster sprayed water vapor all over the sky, and the ferocious eight-pointed emblem of Khorne turned red under the firelight at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"We need more killing! Skulls dedicated to the Blood God are not enough! Victory is not enough!"

Yes, spread the war to the hinterland of mankind, and spread death to the empty-guarded imperial towns. The messenger of the "Red Crown" silently instigates, there is nothing more beautiful than a riot in the parade, and the great deceiver will fall for this. Attention.

He still didn't know the actions of other orders. He didn't know yet whether the army from Middenheim had reached its destination. He only needed to incite. The same was true for those loose groups scattered throughout the empire. They only needed to use Non-stop riots to destroy, this is their only prayer for the rest of their lives.

There is no better opportunity than now. The empire will show its weakness in the darkness. How can the sharp teeth and sharp mouth hidden in the darkness let go of the meat around its mouth?

Lothair staggered as he trudged through the dense forest. Venomous snakes waking up from hibernation were afraid of him. Tigers and leopards that preyed at night were afraid of him. He was the top predator.

Traveling in the forest is more reliable than on the road. Those fallen ones all ride war horses. Lotaire is confident in killing nearly a hundred beastmen, but he is not confident in facing the same number of knights.

He could not die until he reached Sessenmund alive and found reliable officials.

In a daze, the warrior with no intact skin on his body returned to the time of the trial. At that time, he was trekking in the forest just like now. He strangled a winter wolf as big as a calf to death with his bare hands and knocked off its tail with his fist. Teeth, killed the wolves in the subsequent ambush.

It was a thrilling battle, and it remains the same now.

The sound of sharp arrows breaking through the air was heard by Lotaire, and the ambusher failed again. A group of beastmen emerged from the forest and soon met the evil god in a short and fierce fight.

When Lotaire held the severed head of the big horned beast with one hand and smashed it against another group of beastmen trying to ambush, the beasts fled like rabbits.

The White Wolf Knight chuckled, resisting the pain in his legs and continued to trot through the forest.

The dripping blood formed a line behind him. He knew that his whereabouts had been exposed, but he had no strength to cover it up. He could only walk as far as possible before the knights chased him.

The ethereal sound of deer croaking suddenly appeared in the distance, and not long after, the sound of deer crowing was closer.

When the inner ring knight fought off another wave of ambushes and fell to the ground due to excessive blood loss, he saw pure white patterns and a pair of majestic antlers.

He tightened his grip on the weapon, leaned on the tree trunk, and faced off against the monster that was taller than a man.

He will die like a warrior, who dies holding a weapon and inflicting wounds on his enemies.

The giant deer bent down, and just when Lotaire thought it was about to hit him, it crawled on the ground, its amber glowing deer eyes staring at the human unblinkingly.

Sherrent looked at the bloodstains on the ground gloomily. He arrived too late. Those Khorne cultists should not have interfered with the situation from the beginning. They should just be prepared to attack the mysterious gang. Why increase the variables in vain.

Thousands of beastmen fell on the side of Sherrent. They groaned suddenly, howled and dragged their bodies on the ground, smearing the earth with ichor.

A bloated man in black holding a snake staff came from the end of the northern road. This may be good news. Many smart people know that the "Hand of Asclepius" controls most of the "Chosen Ones" and captures Members who live in them should always be able to get some useful information.

The doctor has noticed that one of the same kind is missing. They are supposed to be immortal, but there is indeed one missing soul in the conscious network.

Those dead pioneers will return to the garden and enjoy eternal tranquility.

They should have discovered the news earlier. By the time the "Chosen Ones" were attacked one by one by the heretics, it was already too late.

Even if they all lose their material support, they still want to find the "Chosen Ones" that were taken away by the pagans.

No one can summon Paradise, whether it is the "Tirion Society" who believe in Nurgle or the evil puppet of Tzeentch.

Let the "Medical Encyclopedia" be sealed in the dust forever in paradise. That is knowledge that should not appear in the world. It must be covered in dust forever.

Like a beast cornered, the doctor glared angrily at the beastmen and Tzeentch's minions lurking all around.

Death is not the end.