Autumn 2525 of the Empire Calendar, Great Forest of Tarabheim.
Two frustrated men were sleeping together. They found a wild boar's den and slaughtered all the piglets inside. After a hearty meal, they lay down and slept soundly. Beside them, two griffins were also sleeping soundly. Outside the wild boar's den, a flock of crows were loyally guarding the two frustrated men.
The morning light of dawn shone on the face of one of the frustrated men. His face was full of stubble, and the gaps in his beard were full of oil stains. No one would be able to associate him with the identity of this frustrated man.
The Emperor of the Empire, Karl-franz, woke up in the morning light. He heard Matak's painful howls. It was obvious that Matak was having a nightmare, and it was a very painful one. This guy who looked more like a dirty beggar than the chief wizard had miraculously found him.
But when he heard someone shouting "Emperor" from the sky, Karl-franz was so scared that his heart almost jumped out of his chest. However, he immediately recognized the two-headed griffins. After all, there were only griffins in the Imperial Zoo of the Empire. A kind of joy instantly exploded in his body. He was gratified to realize that his loyal people were still alive. Even if everything else was lost, even if his northern army was completely destroyed by the darkness, there were still troops left behind.
As the chief wizard of the Imperial Family, Matak's strength was unquestionable. Even if he wasn't particularly good at magic damage or healing magic, he could communicate with the birds to find the Emperor. After flying for five or six days on the griffins, he found him. He brought some magic rations imported from the elves that allowed the Emperor to recover quickly. Matak's amber magic restored the health of Death Claw, healed the broken wings of Death Claw, and restored the griffins' former strength.
The two rode the griffins and set off from Ostmark. After flying for a few days, they finally approached Brunswick.
The news brought by Matak made Karl-franz very happy. Although Marineburg and Tarabheim had fallen, Mildenheim, Brunswick, Aviheim, and Nur were still resisting. Among them, Mildenheim and Nur still had an organized elite army. As the Emperor thought about it, his smile disappeared. He looked at the beggar in front of him and touched his beard.
So, this is the virtue of the Empire now? Just like me and Matak?
"Ahhh …" Matak was obviously having a nightmare again. The chief wizard of the Imperial Family was howling non-stop. The Emperor simply woke him up. "My wizard, are you alright?"
"Emperor, my Emperor, you're still alive. That's great." Matak was shaken awake. The great wizard burped. The bad breath of the previous night almost made the Emperor vomit out the food in his stomach. But Matak's next words caught the Emperor's attention. "Karl, Karl, I have received an oracle from Tal. The Lord of Nature is dying. He is being tortured by the plague of Nurgle. Rotten vines and poisonous moss are covering him. He is dying. Only the true son of Charlemagne can save him. Karl, only you."
"What should I do?" the Emperor asked faintly.
"We must return to Brunswick. Only by guarding Charlemagne's throne in the hands of the Father of Plague can Tal be saved." Matak gave the Emperor a reply.
"Then why don't we hurry? We are not far from Brunswick. "The Emperor was not surprised by the answer.
"But … all of this has a price, Karl. All of this has a price." Matak said painfully and hesitantly. "The Lord of Nature told me that if you go to Nur or Aviheim, or even Mildenheim to regroup your troops, then you still have a chance to survive. But if you choose to return to Brunswick, then only death awaits you."
"Death?" The Emperor was stunned. He looked at Matak in disbelief, but received an extremely firm answer from the chief wizard.
Is that so? Will I die in Brunswick?
But then he calmed down. He looked up at the sun at eight or nine o 'clock in the morning. The autumn sun still retained a little heat. Karl-franz felt the heat. The Emperor smiled faintly.
His empire was ravaged, his city was besieged on all sides, and his army was wiped out.
"Matak, you said that there is no dynasty in this world that cannot be destroyed. There is no tomb that cannot be dug. Is that right?"
"Your Majesty?"
"Let's go to Brunswick." The Emperor didn't say anything else. With a solemn expression, he sheathed the Dragon Fang Sword and awakened Death Claw.
… I don't have an indestructible dynasty dividing line …
"We're here! We're here! Second Brother, Third Brother, look, we're here! "
Otto stood on top of his third brother, Gurrit. He was so excited that the fat on his body was trembling.
"Brother! We're finally here! "
Ezelak waved his staff excitedly as the bells on it jingled.
"Same for me." Gurrit spat out a few Chaos Eggs from his mouth.
The capital of the Empire, the heart of the Empire, Charlemagne's throne, and the birthplace of the Carolingian Tribe were right in front of them. The huge buildings, the tall towers that rushed into the sky, the city walls that stood on the riverbanks and swamps, and the thousands of chimneys that emitted black smoke and the tile roofs below were all so eye-catching, so magnificent, and so … enchanting!
This would be the best gift to their loving father!
This was what the Grote brothers thought.
"How beautiful," Otto praised. His brother watched in fascination as the city struggled in the plague. The city walls and buildings were covered in moss and vines. Brunswick was like a dying patient, carrying out her final resistance. The blessing of a loving father had already covered her skin and flowed into her blood vessels.
"Brother, let's not delay. Let's go."
"No, don't be in a hurry."
Otto rejected Ezelak's suggestion. "We have to wait. Wait for Festus and his great work, wait for Gotlet and his tentacle army, wait for the Maggot Knights and the clerks."
"They're here, they're here ~"
Before he could finish his sentence, a terrifying horn sounded from the north of the city. The dark green Nurgle warriors, groups of Orcs, repulsive Devil beasts, huge Minotaurs, and the filthiest and most unsightly Maelstrom Beasts slowly walked out of the forest.
At first, there were dozens, then hundreds, then thousands, and then tens of thousands.
Seventy to eighty turbid currents finally converged into an army large enough to drown the entire city. The formation of the Northmen was about two thousand meters wide, and there was also a large army of Drakwald Orcs. The six Minotaurs could not hold on any longer. They craved fresh meat, and the city in front of them was the largest meat storage!
Gotlet the Spitter strode out of the formation. This half-human, half-tentacle Nurgle warlord and God's Chosen One gestured that he was ready.
"The Lord of Tentacles is here. There's a lot of them," Ezelak said happily. "Brother, although you can't see them, the three brothers of the Maggot Knights from the east have also arrived. There's a lot of them!"
"Idiot, how many are there?"
"Anyway, there's a lot!" Ezelak laughed wildly. "Third Brother, I promise you'll have a full meal today ~"
"Brother, eat first. Brother, eat first. I'll only feel sorry for you ~" Gotlet laughed heartily, his shoulders rolling back and forth in excitement.
"Very good, the three armies have arrived!" Otto was still waiting. "Then, only Festus is left."
The champion of the Nurgle Divine Selection did not make the three brothers wait for long. Soon, the rumbling of pounding echoed across the land, deeper than thunder. It was as if the unstable foundations of the entire world were beginning to grind against each other. Sticky and smelly rain poured down, mixed with sticky clumps of dirt.
Otto looked up and grinned, feeling the cool mucus flowing down his cracked cheeks.
"Wah ~"
"Oh oh oh oh oh ~"
"Nurgle ~"
"Nurgle ~ Nurgle ~ Nurgle ~"
The heavy rain made the defenders in the city wail in pain. The soldiers who were touched by the rain could feel the excruciating pain even if they were not sick. However, to the 400,000 Nurgle soldiers outside the city, the heavy rain was like rain from the sky. Everyone felt the blessings of a loving father. Everyone felt a hundred times more energetic. As if they had a tacit understanding, they began to shout the divine name of Nurgle.
"Nurgle! Nurgle! Nurgle! " The young, brave Northka Marauders slammed their axes on their shields. They were extremely excited because their loving father must be watching this battle. The first step to becoming a Champion Marauder, Chaos Warrior, Chaos Champion, Chaos Lord, Chaos God's Chosen One, and even the Demon Prince had begun!
"Nurgle! Nurgle! Nurgle! " The Northka veterans were also ecstatic. This might be their last chance. True God, please witness my efforts and give me glory and strength!
"Nurgle! Nurgle! Nurgle! " The barbaric Kurgans, the strong Chaos Warriors, and the strange-looking Nurgle demons hammered the ground with their weapons. The love of a loving father had finally come to an end!
"Nurgle! Nurgle! Nurgle! " The abandoned, the Beastmen, the various monster gangs, and the Cyclops also shouted. These things didn't understand why at all. They were just echoing, waiting for orders, waiting for fresh meat, waiting for another satisfying feast.
More than 7,000 war flags bathed in the heavy rain. Each of them was marked with the face of the father of various diseases. The butcher's knife was taken out of its leather sheath, the hammer's chain was unlocked, and the blunt sword was pulled out of the sheath made of human skin.
"Stop ~ ~ ~ ~ ~" The eldest brother of the three Grote brothers, Otto, raised his scythe. The entire place fell silent. A gap opened in the dark clouds in the storm. On the other side of the gap was not the blue sky, but the terrifying Nurgle Garden. The loving father's praising laughter came crashing down with green lightning. All the Nurgle believers sighed in satisfaction.
As the children of a loving father, happiness was sometimes so simple.
And boring.
As many as 400,000 warriors, beasts, and monsters were all around Brunswick. They roared wildly, tribal horns and wild roars rose and fell one after another. Ear-piercing roars erupted from countless tribes. Everyone was excited because their loving father was watching this battle. They all looked at the three Grote brothers. They were the children who were especially loved by their loving father. They knew what to do.
Otto enjoyed a moment of joy. He laughed wildly and did whatever he wanted in the heavy rain. But he knew that he could not delay for too long. He had to dedicate this city to his real father. A good child would never let his father down.
The plague scythe was levelled and pointed at the city gate. Otto's order followed.
"Attack the gate!"
On the city tower, Marshal Rick Helberg looked at the 'magnificent scene' in front of him. He was staring at more and more tribes advancing forward to step into their position. He saw more green seas than the sea surging toward the city wall.
Could the motley crew put together at the last minute deal with those heavily armored Chaos Warriors?
Could the artillery destroy those siege towers that were twenty to thirty meters tall and made of humus?
There were also those giant beasts attacking the city, a group of filthy and terrifying creatures with saliva dripping from their mouths. There were also the Cyclopes holding giant boulders, and the Minotaurs who were fighting to open cans of meat. Did the Empire have the ability to defeat them now?
Helberg did not know that Marshal Rick's forehead and back could not help but sweat. His hand gripped the hilt of the Rune Tooth tightly. The rain hit his armor, wet his hair, and soaked his inner shirt. It was sticky and very uncomfortable.
Witnessing the desperate situation in front of them with their own eyes, even Rick's guards who had experienced hundreds of battles felt fear. Almost everyone's eyes were focused on Helberg.
The old general was stunned for a few minutes. He could see the expression of Na Gou's true body through the crack in the sky. An extreme fear gave birth to extreme anger. He immediately pointed at the crack in the sky and roared, "Do you see that?" Na Gou was stunned for a few minutes.
"Yes … I see it …"
"Then why are you just watching? Where the hell are all the mages? Turn it off immediately! "The old marshal pointed at the fat grandpa's kind face and roared hysterically. "Turn it off! Turn it off! You must turn it off! "
Helberg's order slowly brought everyone back to their senses. In the heavy rain, the battle mages had begun to cast spells to contain the hovering storm. However, the seals they hurriedly created had little effect on the terrifying hell that was condensing.
"Fire!" The battle mages were still gathering power. Helberg had forced himself to focus all his attention on the war in front of him. His hoarse voice was more like a green-skinned warlord than a human because of the long yelling. The old marshal slammed the battlements of the city wall hard. "In the name of Charlemagne's blood, fire!"
"Fire!"
"Fire!"
Helberg's order echoed in the Empire's army, inspiring the rest. The roar of the Empire's cannons drowned out the sound of the heavy rain. The whistling cannonballs smashed into the noisy Northerners. The orderly firepower of the long guns and short cannons rippled on the city wall, followed by the sound of arrows flying through the air.
Dozens of war machines fired at the eight hundred cannons on the city walls on a battlefield that had long been suffocated by death and madness. The rain cut like blades, drowning everything under the veil of plague. The Moon of Death drove dazzling lightning, illuminating the scene of destruction that was shrouded in smoke.
"Will the Sun King's knights arrive in time? Will the Crusade Army of Brittany come to support us? " Julian Brent, a recruit of Rick's guards, could not help but ask, "And the dwarves, the elves, where are our allies?"
Helberg did not say anything.
"My marshal?"
Marshal Rick was silent for a few seconds. Then he spoke.
"Stay at your post! Men of the Empire, your sharpest weapon is courage, and our most loyal belief in Charlemagne. We will fight for the Empire until we die. We have no regrets. "
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