Author's Note: Today is the 100th anniversary of the Communist Party of China. The 100th anniversary of the Communist Party of China is like a song. We are in our prime. We have worked hard to achieve greatness. We have not forgotten our original intention. The people have faith. The nation has hope. The nation has strength! Long live the great Communist Party of China!
Empire Calendar Year 2526, autumn, Midden Hill, Black Forest of Drakoward.
"Kill!" In the dense Black Forest, a familiar coarse voice accompanied by a terrifying groan shook the leaves that were blown up by the wind. A large swarm of insects flew up from the rotten branches.
A legion from Mildenheim was advancing in the Black Forest. The Rune Tooth in the leader's hand was shining brightly. As the Rune Tooth slashed across the screaming neck of Professor Lie, a head the size of a human head was severed from the filthy, deformed, and bony body of the Orc. The blade of the Rune Tooth flashed with crimson light.
The Orc Warriors of Drakoward scrambled to avoid a similar fate. However, under the Rune Tooth's descent, there was only a bloody massacre. Blood splattered on the surrounding trees. The leader of the Rune Tooth and his warhorse let out an ear-piercing roar. A steel-encrusted hoof kicked the back of a fleeing Orc and broke the spine of the wailing creature.
"Kazak! Come out! "
Boris Todbinger, the Kurfürst, the Duke of Middenheim, and the Grand Duke of Midden. His voice spread far, far away.
Behind Boris was a team of White Wolf Knights, a team of Empire Hunters, a team of Cheetah Knights, and two companies of Mildenheim City Defense Army. They were trekking in the Black Forest with difficulty.
"Kazak! Come out! I know you're nearby! "Boris continued to roar," Do you hear the cries of your people? Do you smell their blood? "
"Come and fight with me, Kazak!" The Kurfürst's roars were incessant, but there was no response from the Black Forest. Only the sounds of things shuttling through the forest and the occasional arrow flying over indicated that the Orcs were not completely wiped out.
"Ha! Hu! Ha!" Boris Todbringer breathed heavily in the dirty air. The Kurfürst laughed brutally. He was almost a hundred years old. Even though he was an expert in the Sanctuary, he was definitely not young. Besides, Boris was wounded many times when he was young and lost an eye. He suffered a series of accidents in his later years. His first wife died of a sudden illness. His second wife was found to be a believer of Chaos and was killed. His two sons were killed in a murder. The series of events were devastating for Boris. The old man could not recover from the setback. If it were not for the fact that he realized that his people still needed him to protect and that there was no suitable successor, Boris would have given up everything.
Remembering the quarrel in the Kurfürst's palace in Mildenheim, Boris couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.
In the meeting not long ago, the army that besieged Mildenheim was finally defeated by Volten, the champion of Charlemagne, and his army. The siege of Mildenheim was temporarily lifted. But then, there was news that an army of hundreds of thousands of Skaven Ratmen and an Army of Chaos were approaching.
At this critical moment, Boris announced that Volten was appointed as the mayor of Mildenheim and Marshal of Mildenheim. He was in charge of commanding all the remaining troops in Mildenheim. Boris planned to lead a small team of White Wolf Knights loyal to him, his family's private army, and a team of Cheetah Knights who were responsible for protecting him. He planned to personally go to the Great Forest of Drakoward to fight his old enemy, Kazak One-Eyed, to the death.
After Boris announced his decision, the heads of all the military and political officials in Mildenheim were full of question marks.
At this time, as the rightful ruler of Mildenheim, the spiritual leader of the people, and the symbol of the will of the White Wolf God Yurick (Big Yurick was already dead), instead of staying to stabilize the morale of the troops, he planned to lead a small team to the dangerous Drakoward Forest to fight the Orcs?
Everyone was just short of asking Boris if there was something wrong with his brain.
Boris didn't care. He said that he was going.
The leader of the White Wolf Knights, Axel, was very agitated. He questioned if Boris was crazy.
Volten, the champion of Charlemagne's Chosen, said that Mildenheim couldn't do without Boris. If there was no other way, Volten was willing to complete this mission for him.
Boris rejected all of them. He insisted on going. Ignoring everyone's objections, the Kurfürst pulled out his Rune Tooth and warned them that this was his birthright.
The great warlock of the Sanctuary, Matak, even told Boris that the Chaos Eternal Chosen God, Eichahn, was approaching. They would arrive at Mildenheim soon. At this time, Boris shouldn't leave no matter what. Once the Eternal Chosen God approached, the supreme Drakoward Orc King, One-eyed Kazak, would report to the Eternal Chosen God. The opportunity for revenge would come sooner or later.
Boris didn't know how to refute. He simply shouted, "Have you seen the Eternal Chosen God? How can you say that the Eternal Chosen God has arrived? The Skaven Ratmen? The Skaven Ratmen only exist in children's books. They are all fake. They are only a part of the Orcs! Why did the Final Moment arrive? Why did the Empire become like this?
It was because of One-eyed Kazak!
All the responsibility was on One-eyed Kazak!
One-eyed Kazak had to be killed!
There was only one goal, which was to kill One-eyed Kazak!
Without Kazak, there would be no Final Moment!
Boris' words shocked everyone, and they didn't know what to say. Boris made use of this opportunity to appoint Walter as the Dungeon Lord of Mildenheim. He led his loyal subordinates and left Mildenheim.
Everyone thought that he was crazy. Only Boris knew that he was crazy, but not completely crazy.
He knew that the Skaven Ratmen were real. He knew that Eichahn was approaching. He knew that Mildenheim was going to face a challenge.
He only wanted to be capricious once, for the last time, and all he wished to achieve was to pursue the shadow of the enemy who had tormented his life for so long. He would kill Kazak. The whole world had shrunk into a singularity. Middenheim, the Drakoward forest, Kazak, and he, Boris.
As long as he killed Kazak, everything would be fine! Boris tried to convince himself that his courageous actions would stop the tide of Fallen Beasts. He would kill the leader of the Fallen Beasts and destroy the horde. With the collapse of the Orc tribe, victory in the Northern war would be easy. After losing their cannon fodder, the army of the Three-Eyed King would realize that they had lost their advantage in numbers. This was enough to turn the situation around. This was enough. He, Boris Todbringer, had fulfilled his duty and responsibility.
For this reason, when the strong wind that symbolized the warning of the White Wolf God Yurick blew into Boris's ears, Boris resolutely ignored it, even though Boris knew deep down that he was being willful, that he was doing something stupid. He left his city, his people, and handed them over to strangers. He knew that he had made a huge mistake. He knew … he knew everything.
Are you satisfied now? Old man?
You know that it's wrong, but you're still being willful. Is it because of your personal grudge?
You're an unqualified ruler!
Boris! You bastard! Trash!
The deep sense of guilt almost drove Boris insane. He could only charge and kill like a madman. Riding his warhorse, he charged into the horde of beasts. He watched as the imperial soldiers in white and blue uniforms fought a bloody battle against the beasts from all directions and were gradually devoured by the beasts. His heart was filled with sorrow.
It's your fault, Boris! You caused their deaths! Because of your willfulness!
The strong sense of guilt caused Boris to be schizophrenic. He had to continue fighting and let himself sink into blood rage. He kept shouting One-Eyed Kazak's name. He didn't know how many Orcs he had killed until he was surrounded by enemies. He killed Inferior Horned Beasts, Chaos Warhounds, Horned Beasts, Large Horned Beasts, Chaos Eggs, and Harpies. He even killed two Orc Kings and a screaming Shaman. The Razorbeast War Chariot sliced open the leg of his warhorse. Boris slashed his beloved mount to rest in peace.
He persevered alone for an entire day. He didn't know how long it took until the last Midden soldier fell to the ground and was devoured by a group of Razorbeasts.
Very good, old man, you caused their deaths!
It's okay! Boris heard the sound of a horn deep in the forest. It was One-Eyed Kazak's horn. Kurfürst White Wolf couldn't help but smile. It's okay, I'll join you soon!
Wait for me!
The surrounding Minotaurs heard the horn and reluctantly gave way. On a Razorback Chariot, the supreme Beast King of the Drakoward Orcs, Cyclops Kazak, finally appeared. His single eye stared at Boris as he came forward to claim the prey he deserved. This vicious beast from the Dark Forest was huge and cumbersome. His tattered armor could not hide his strong muscles and old scars. His yellowed skull hung from his belt. His large claw held a barbed steel whip, and his other hand held a butcher's knife engraved with runes of destruction.
Without a doubt, Kazak's condition was much better than Boris. The Kurfürst was exhausted, but Kazak was in good condition.
"You're finally willing to come out, you bastard." Boris knew that he couldn't hold on any longer. Kazak didn't need to come out. He only needed to let the Minotaurs continue to besiege him and he would die here sooner or later.
But just like how Kazak understood him, he understood Kazak too.
This was a fated duel between the two of them.
"Great, old beast. So, you can grow old too." Boris was about to say a few harsh words when he noticed that Kazak's hair was mixed with a lot of silver strands.
Orcs could grow old too, especially Kazak who didn't receive enough blessings from the God of Chaos. Even if he was a Sanctuary-level Beast King, he would still grow old. Moreover, Orcs were short-lived species. Their lifespan was much shorter, and they wouldn't live to die of old age.
"How long has our battle been?" Boris was smiling. It was a smile of joy, a smile of dreams finally coming true. "Thirty years? Wow, it's been so long. The Final Moment is scary, right? But what does it have to do with me? "
"Roar … True God … Oracle … White Wolf City … Burn!" Kazak roared.
"Then let them fight. Charlemagne's God's Chosen One will settle everything. So will Eichen." Boris smirked. His red beard was stained with Orc blood. "Let them fight. They fight their own battles, and we fight our own battles. Allright？”
"…" Kazak's expression changed. Boris understood that the real Orc army had gone to the Central Mountain Range to pledge their loyalty to Eichen, while Kazak stayed behind.
"Why did you stay behind? Is it because you don't want to kneel before the Three-Eyed King? Or are you looking forward to this battle? Or … are you too old, and the Three-Eyed King doesn't like you? "Boris was aggressive.
When Boris said "I don't like you at all", Kazak got angry and screamed in annoyance. It was rare for him to get angry.
"Hahahaha! Looks like I guessed right! " Boris didn't have time to laugh. The Wild Beast pounced on him, and his nostrils were filled with Kazak's stench. Accompanied by a loud sound, the blades collided, and the sound of thunder reverberated throughout the forest. The two enemies who had been at each other's throats for a long time were engulfed in a bloodthirsty storm of blades. They had fought with each other countless times, and this time was no exception.
In terms of raw power, Boris was slightly stronger than Kazak, but the old Elector had fought for a long time and was exhausted. Kazak had the Orc's natural wrist strength, so they were evenly matched.
Boris Todbringer could feel that Kazak was not as energetic as before. He was getting tired faster, and his sword wasn't as sharp as before.
Two old men! Boris mocked himself. Unknowingly, we've grown old!
How great would it be if you weren't an Orc? How great would it be if we were comrades? We could retire together, bathe in the convalescent home, eat meat, and reminisce about the past. We could brag in the tavern, tell our stories, and display our glory.
How sad, I lost my wife and two sons, you also lost your son, killed by my own hands. I took away one of your eyes, you also took away one of mine. I lost tens of thousands of good young men in the forest, what about you? I killed tens of thousands of young Beasts in a few encirclements. How many of those inferior Horned Beasts were your people? Your comrades?
I hate you, and you hate me. The only way to break the chain of hatred was to end one of them.
Boris was waiting, and the battle between the two continued. The old Elector's physical strength was gradually running out, and Kazak couldn't take him down no matter what he did. With a snap, the supreme beast king flung out his whip, and the iron whip covered with barbs went straight for Boris's right foot.
Here it comes! Boris cheered in his heart. Good!
It's an old trick. After so many years, you still like to use this trick to determine the victor.
But now, I'm no longer the old me! Since Boris was defeated by this trick, he had hired a professional martial arts master to teach him how to break the whip with a sword and shield.
Sliding sideways to avoid the whip, Boris stepped forward and stomped the whip on the ground. Then, he thrust his sword forward. Kazak quickly let go of his hand and stepped back, narrowly avoiding the blade of the Rune Tooth. Taking advantage of Boris's body leaning forward, Kazak immediately picked up his machete and smashed it down. Boris's shield shattered, and the Rune Tooth bounced off. With the third strike, Kazak finally managed to cut open Boris's armor, causing a crack to appear on the surface of his armor.
The surrounding Orcs were cheering wildly, as though they were celebrating the Beast King's victory.
Kazak felt intense pain from below. The Rune Tooth had penetrated his thigh, and the Beast King's thigh was broken. Kazak fell to the ground, and Boris pounced on him like a hungry wolf. He turned the Rune Tooth around and held the hilt with both hands. He pointed the tip of the sword downwards and shouted, "For my dead wife and son, for your dead comrades! Die! "
"Bao — li — si!" Kazak realized what was about to happen. He roared at the top of his lungs, but he didn't do anything else.
"Ka — za — k!"
"Bao — li — si!"
"Ka — za — k!"
It was hard to tell whether it was because of nostalgia, disappointment, pleasure, joy, or relief. After the two of them roared each other's name twice, the rune tooth fell and pierced through the creature's eyes, then fell into its skull. Kazak's hooves rolled on the ground for a while, then stopped moving.
Boris Todbringer used all his weight to press on the hilt of the Rune Tooth until he felt the blade sink into the mud below Kazak's skull.
"So, it's over? I'm looking forward to more surprises. "Boris pulled out the Rune Tooth.
There was silence. At least 2,000 Orcs had witnessed the duel, and they were about to pounce on Boris.
Boris felt relaxed. He howled to the sky. For the first time in a long time, he felt no burden in his chest. He had won.
He was going to die. He was going to be torn to shreds by the Orcs.
But he had won.
The legacy of the Todbringer family would be lost. The Rune Tooth would be lost in the Black Forest. The Mildenheim family would lose their leader. He had disappointed Yurick.
But he had won!
Boris opened his arms and laughed like a child who had stolen a piece of cheese.
Victory, victory, he had won!
He was numb from the victory.
"I'm a Twilight Wolf!" Raising the Rune Tooth, Boris was in high spirits, as if he was fifty years younger. He raised his iron boots and stepped on Kazak's head. He forced himself to straighten his back and faced thousands of bloodthirsty orcs alone, allowing the blood to flow out from the gaps of his helmet. Boris Todbringer, Duke of Middenheim, Kurfürst, Archduke of Middenheim, and the ruler of the Drakoward Forest, showed a carefree smile. "What, do you want to take over this world? Do you want to take my head and offer it to your Master of Darkness???!!!!!!!!! "
"Come on! Yurick's fang is here! "
"Come and get it if you dare!"
Boris' hoarse voice swept across the Black Forest. The thousands of Orcs didn't dare to move forward.
On the contrary, there was a flash of white light in the forest. An invincible High Elf warrior came from afar. He was like lightning, fire, and a beam of light that cut through the night. The Flaming Sword in his hand cut down all the Orcs. Two streams of flames were spat out. The white light illuminated the Black Forest, and the Orcs fled in fear.
The incarnation of the Wind of Light, Tyrion, walked out of the forest alone. He clapped his hands and said, "A beautiful speech, human. You are a warrior."
"Who are you?" Boris asked.
"I'm Tyrion, descendant of Alario." Tyrion smiled casually. He looked relaxed and said, "But it doesn't matter who I am. We are the same type of people. I'm sure."
"Boris, are you interested in putting on a show with me, the Twilight Wolf?"
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