Year 2526 of the Empire Calendar. The north of the Empire had now become a new wasteland of chaos.
The sky spiraled and swam, like an oil painting falling into a whirlpool. The huge army stared at the Spiral of Ten Thousand Changes, the great colorful signal constantly changing.
The Eternal Chosen of Chaos, Eichahn, sat on his throne. He smelled the scent of change in the air.
Eichahn did not say a word. His boundless army had already set off. The mission of bringing the world the final blow still fell on him.
The Eternal Chosen of God thought about his mission, his mission, his power. The Sword of Chaos always surrounded him, waiting for his orders.
"My contractor, that fat and stupid thing's plan has failed. His army has also been defeated. Now you know who you should listen to, right?" Until something interrupted Eichahn's thoughts. Its voice was mournful yet joyful. "His fertility has been purified. His gift has been banished by the mortals. The triplets he was so proud of have been dealt with in a very ridiculous way. Everything is as I predicted. Fool! You should have listened to me earlier! "
"Grote's three brothers? They have only been defeated, but they have not failed. " Eichahn raised his head. He saw the vague figure of the Lord of Ten Thousand Changes in the aurora borealis. The Three-Eyed King responded with a completely mocking attitude. "They have perfectly completed my orders. Not only have they completely destroyed Brunswick, they have also weakened the mortals to the point of near collapse. They have been more successful than my best plan. Yes, they have been defeated, but that is not important. The Empire and Brittany are now only empty shells, and I will launch the final blow. "
"Oh? Is that so? Is this true? Hehehe, puny mortal, you probably don't know what you are about to face, do you? I can tell you this. Your mortal enemy, your destined mortal enemy, fought against the allied armies of the Four Gods by himself. We all sent out our most powerful Chaos Fiend Army and commanders, but he still suffered defeat. "The Lord of Myriad Transformations' voice was filled with emotion, but Eichahn couldn't tell what it was. Regret? Ridicule? Anticipation? Hope? Or perhaps … desire?
"You only know how to raise problems, never solve them." Eichahn's attitude towards the Devil Bird God was just as contemptuous. "Solving problems requires a sword, not a mouth."
Tzeentch grinned, his appearance suddenly turning into the Supreme Eagle. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he simply nodded. "Hehe, then let's wait and see. Remember, contractors, everything in this world is within my plans. If you find that things are out of your control, ask me for help. After all, you are an interesting fellow!"
Eichahn did not want to bother with Tzeentch. The Eternal Chosen One stared into the eyes of the Demon Bird God. Eichahn's gaze was cold and tired, while Tzeentch … His expression looked like he was smiling, but was he really smiling? Perhaps only he knew.
"The elves, dwarves, and humans have begun to realize the severity of the problem." Eichahn's tone was very indifferent. The Eternal God used a provocative gaze to look at Tzeentch, who had turned into the Lord Qing Bao Dharma Form again. "If they had joined forces earlier, then perhaps they would have had a chance to fight against me. But now, what else can the mortals do?"
"The ancient races are not ignorant of your intentions. The new God of the elves, Lilith, has not been idle. They have stolen the power of aether from the Great Whirlpool, and that power should have belonged to me." Tzeentch screamed angrily. He looked like he could not restrain his anger.
The next second, Tzeentch immediately became joyful. "But your power can fight against those avatars. You have us."
"It is time for this farce to come to an end." Eichahn stretched out his hand. "Their resistance is futile. I will get everything I want. The Empire will be destroyed, and the other realms of the world will follow suit. The impending destruction cannot be changed, nor can it be delayed. "
"You will set the world on fire. This is fate." Tzeentch expressed his agreement. "You will slay the false gods and leave your scars in the mortal world forever. But your final fate will still be a mystery."
"I am not surprised by this, a piece of trash who deliberately mystifies things."
"Laing Macado, the son of the Emperor, your most terrifying enemy." The Lord of All Changes was rarely serious. "Defeat him, and you will get everything. Otherwise, everything will be for naught."
"I know what this Emperor you speak of is." Eichahn's tone was still as calm as an ancient well. The Eternal Chosen One narrowed his eyes. "If he is a god, then he is just a ridiculous dwarf who imitates a true god. Why would I be afraid of this dwarf's inferior tool? If he is not a god, then he is just a powerful mortal. I only have to fight against this person's servant. This makes me even more bored. "
"Indeed, this tool called Laing may kill me." The Eternal Chosen One's voice gradually became tired. "But I will not be shaken anymore … Nothing can make me afraid, and nothing can make me happy. My heart has long turned to stone."
"I am already very tired, Tzeentch. Scram."
… Because I am Eichahn's section divider …
The Eternal Chosen One's million-strong army of Chaos followed the Claw Sea, Kislöw's homeland, and the ruins of Auster to the south. The news of Eichahn's main force marching for about 200 kilometers was sent to the Empire's palace by Nord's messenger. At the same time, the outpost left behind by the Nord Dwarves also sent the news to the dwarven capital, the Silver Road's Eternity Peak.
The Eternity Peak that symbolized the dwarves' most glorious era was now more like the last sturdy refuge. The iron gates that were always open in the past had been tightly shut for who knows how many centuries. News of the fall of the dwarven fortresses came to the Eternity Peak one after another.
At first, the bearded dwarves of the Eternity Peak were outraged. Even the white-bearded dwarves were shocked by the continuous news. They went to the Supreme King Solgreen and requested the Supreme King to send out troops.
Solgreen sternly rebuked the request. The Supreme King only had ten thousand Eternity Guards and ten thousand dwarven field troops. It should be known that most dwarven warriors, dwarven miners, and dwarven rangers were essentially militia. These troops were naturally capable of defending the city. Going out of the city to fight the Skaven Ratmen would be suicide.
"Ah!" Solgreen punched the Book of Hatred. His pale face due to excessive blood loss was filled with helpless rage. Over the past few years, news of the fall of the dwarven fortresses had been constantly sent to the Eternity Peak. The Supreme King could only add new content to the Book of Hatred. He had once vowed to clear all the chapters in the Book of Hatred and was confident that he had the strength and time to do so. However, as the hatred grew, the dwarven population grew smaller and smaller.
The Eternity Peak was now filled with refugees from the dwarven fortresses. Some had hundreds of people, while some had only a few dozen people. Some had even lost their entire family, leaving only a few bearded dwarves. They held banners that symbolized their family's glory in their hands and made bloodthirsty declarations of revenge. Solgreen did not know how to face them.
Too many dwarves had vowed to become butchers. There were so many of them that the Butcher's Shrine in Glimnir could not afford to shave so many new butchers. Furthermore, Solgreen suspected that if he really did so, how many of those families that had left behind a glorious history, the fallen dwarven royal family, and the last witnesses of the dwarven fortresses would survive?
As time passed, the Supreme King Solgreen was hit harder and harder. When the news of the fall of the Horn Castle reached the Eternity Peak, only the most unscrupulous bearded dwarves and the new butchers who had just taken the oath dared to loudly discuss the expulsion of the Ratmen and the restoration of their mountains.
"Our family has declined."
"Our race is entering the twilight."
Solgreen, who was sitting on the throne of power, flipped the pages of the Book of Hatred. The Supreme King hated his own incompetence.
"A generation can only do what a generation can do."
The iron glove clenched so hard that the quill that was soaked in blood was almost deformed.
Come, Skaven Ratmen!
Do you want the Ratmen's Torrent Pass? Do you want the Dwarven Sea Gate? Come and attack!
Do you want the Ratmen's Butcher Castle? Come and attack!
Do you want the Dwarven Eight Peaks Mountain? Do you want my Butcher Castle? Come and attack!
Skaven, do you want my Eternity Peak? Do you want my Throne of Power?
Come and attack!
We dwarves have declined and entered the twilight, but if this is the fate of the dwarves, then I accept it. I, Solgreen, accept it all!
Even if we dwarves are down to the last man, the last shield, the last hammer, we will wear you down and drag you to death!
The iron fist smashed down, and the pages of the Book of Hatred bounced up.
Solgrin the Grumbler closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.
The atmosphere in the Eternity Peak was very bad. The dwarves were full of despair about the future.
However, in the south of the Eternity Peak, Carac Eight Peaks Mountain was jubilant. The Hall of Silver here was decorated with lanterns and streamers. The dwarves were singing to their hearts' content, slaughtering cows and sheep, and welcoming the arrival of a distinguished guest and his attendant.
The King of the Eight Peaks, Belegar Ironhammer, brought his Queen, Kermanic, to entertain the guests. Belegar was in high spirits. He personally raised a large dwarven beer cup and filled it to the brim. "Oh, welcome, Your Excellency. Welcome, Your Excellency. What a timely rain, Your Excellency Ruth!"
"Ha, what's the big deal? You and Laing are brothers, and I and Laing are brothers. Of course, we are brothers too! "
In the space wolf gene prototype, Riemann Ruse straightened his chest and accepted Bellegar's toast. He raised his head and drank the whole glass of black beer. His forthright attitude immediately attracted the admiration of a large circle of Angran's Oath guards.
The dwarves liked this kind of forthright guy who could drink.
"Okay, okay." Bellegar immediately signaled the attendant to bring a few more barrels of beer. "I say, Brother Ruse …"
"Ah, Brother Bellegar!" Riemann Ruse took out a small knife and cut a leg from the roasted whole lamb next to him. He held it in his hand and ate it like a hungry wolf. The gene prototype was not polite at all to Bellegar. "Let me call you brother. I am much older than you!"
"No way. I am over 300 years old this year. "Bellegar stroked his white beard, trying to take advantage of his seniority.
"My age … is at least two or three times your age," Ruse said casually. Luce said casually. He pulled open his shirt in front of his chest, revealing countless wounds. "These are all from fighting Chaos and Green Skins."
"Hey, are you that old?" Bellegar also drank a lot. "Then you and Laing must not be born from the same mother …"
“？？？” Ruse suddenly frowned, but he did not know how to refute it. He just pretended not to hear it.
Not long ago, outside of Eight Peaks Mountain, Ruse's appearance helped the dwarves of Eight Peaks Mountain win a crucial battle.
In the battle of Hunchback Mountain, the two sides were the dwarves of Eight Peaks Mountain, the dwarves of Sea Gate, the dwarves of Iron Peak Castle, and the three guards of the Wretched Lands against the allied forces of the Skaven Essien clan, the Kerizzo clan, the Cripps clan, and the Skull clan.
Bellegar intended to use this battle to completely wipe out the Skaven rat men's nest near Eight Peaks Mountain. The two sides fought at the foot of Hunchback Mountain, and the battle was very fierce. After fighting continuously for two days and two nights, it seemed that the dwarves could no longer resist the attack of the Skaven rat men.
But at this time, Riemann Ruse appeared. The space wolf Yuan Ruse killed the Skaven rat men from the back, and then like a string of gourds, he strung together the warlords of two clans, the Gray Prophet, and the Great Warlock of Engineering. Behind him, Bjorn – Kill in One Strike also swept through the rat men's headquarters with his spear and claws.
The dwarves who received unexpected reinforcements could not confirm the identity of the person at first, but Ruse randomly announced that he was Laing's brother.
Oh! It's Brother Laing's brother! The dwarves of Eight Peaks Mountain immediately confirmed that Ruse was a friend.
The battle of Hunchback Mountain ended with a narrow victory for the dwarves.
After the war, Bellegar personally held a banquet to celebrate the victory of the war and invited Riemann Ruse, who came to support.
The space wolf Yuan Ruse was quite satisfied with the banquet. He could feel the enthusiasm of the dwarves. Ruse thought that he should have done the right thing this time. His efforts should have come in handy … right?
Yes, after being defeated by Grimoggi-Ironhide, Riemann Ruse swore that he would take revenge, but he knew that he was no match for Ironhide now. He did not know why Ironhide had become so powerful, and according to Bjorn's analysis, Ironhide must be the incarnation of Brother What at this time, or maybe even Brother Hell.
Brother What? Wasn't that the green-skinned warlord who almost strangled his father in the battle of Ulano, and the tall and strong WAAAGH in the Rise of the Beast? The level of the green-skinned warlord?
Ruse was a little afraid of Ironhide's strength. The old wolf thought for a while, thinking about how to carry out his revenge.
Soon, a perfect chain of logic was completed in Ruse's mind.
I must take revenge on the powerful Ironhide. I'll take revenge on the other green-skinned creatures first. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. The green-skinned and the dwarves are mortal enemies. I'll go support the dwarves first!
In this way, Ruse, with infinite hatred for Ironhide, passed through the Ogre Kingdom, the Dark Realm, and successfully entered the Roof of the World Mountains. He annihilated one or two of the Skaven Ratmen and successfully joined forces with the King of Eight Peaks Mountain, Bellegar, at Hunchback Mountain!
After dealing with the threat of the foreign enemies, Bellegar announced that the dwarves of Eight Peaks Mountain would join forces with Ruse and prepare to go north.
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