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The mortal world, the extreme north, the chaotic wasteland, the place closest to the True Gods.
Here, it was forever covered in ice and fire. The ground was sometimes frozen into a snowfield, and sometimes hot magma spewed out from the ground. Every place here was strange. There were almost no animals or plants on the chaotic wasteland, only countless, nameless, invisible monsters' eternal homes and nests.
"The north is our past, and the north is our future."
Ludwig, the "Messiah"
Before the Ancients descended, the extreme north and the extreme south were called the North Pole or the South Pole. It was originally a land of extreme cold, barren, and the natives of the planet had never come here.
Until the Ancients descended.
Long before the birth of the mortal race, the portal between the two poles was built by the Ancients and their servants, Slane. The Ancients were not creatures of this planet, they came from a place even further away.
This was where the portal was built. Wave after wave of Ancient Sages descended upon this world. The original purpose of the portal was to instantly transport resources across dimensions to other worlds. These portals, which were built with extraterrestrial technology, were huge and could transport large amounts of resources at once. It was said that the portal could accommodate an entire army of Ancient Sages passing through at the same time.
After a short period of adaptation, the Ancients built a spiritual network and lived in this world. They let their pet, the Magic Toad, help them with various experiments. They also created the Lizardman (Thorese) and the Spirit Lizard (Shi Jianke) as the Magic Toad's helpers. They came up with a big plan and were always planning something important.
Just like that, thousands of years passed.
Until one day, the Ancients' archenemy arrived.
The Ancients' machine suffered catastrophic damage, and things quickly went out of control. The portal began to collapse and shatter, and the Ancients lost control of the portal and other worlds. Pure chaotic energy spread throughout the world through the shattered portal, and the creatures of the world suffered different degrees of mutation. The first Orc was also born at this time. Dimension Stones, the product of the condensation of the primordial chaotic energy, fell everywhere in the modern world like a storm, causing more disasters and mutated creatures. This was known as the Great Catastrophe.
When the portal was finally destroyed by this catastrophe, the chaotic energy from the subspace completely changed the land of the two poles, creating the chaotic wasteland that was like an eternal hell. The Ancients also realized that their experiment field, amusement park, and later sanctuary worlds could not be saved, so they fled the planet and never returned.
Everyone knew what happened next.
Now, the northern wastelands had become a nightmarish kingdom. No mortal creature could survive for long in this place. They would be quickly destroyed or corrupted into something else. The cold and hot winds here hid the whispers of evil gods. The wills of the Four Gods of Chaos extended over the Chaotic wastelands. The echoes of the subspace reverberated back and forth across the land. It would only take a few minutes to drive a normal mortal insane.
However, the poisonous grass of another was the holy grass of another.
The northern wasteland was never a desolate land as the low-level and ignorant Southerners imagined. On the contrary, the northern wasteland was a very lively place. Countless twisted and strange creatures ran rampant here. Chaos Devils, Chaos Beasts, Dragon Demons, Chaos Ogres, and Orcs roamed this amusement park. They killed each other and carried out endless wars. These wars were not for glory or for survival, but for the unfathomable plan of the Four Chaos Gods. Every day, the wasteland trembled because of various huge conflicts and wars. The scale of these wars could not even be compared to the most incredible battles of the old world.
Similarly, the northern wasteland was also a holy land for the Barbarians.
After every Barbarian received the favor of an evil god and became a Chaos Warrior, most of them would head to the Chaos wasteland on a pilgrimage. To the hypocritical and weak Southerners, the corruption of Chaos was terrifying. The mutation of Chaos was cursed, and the threat of Chaos was a target that had to be eliminated. These people only knew how to sit back and wait for death. They begged the hypocritical gods for help, hoping to escape the shadow of Chaos.
However, Chaos existed forever. The northern barbarians viewed the corruption and mutation of Chaos as a form of blessing. Over the long years, they embraced corruption and the power of Chaos. They viewed this mutation as a gift given to them by the gods. Although not everyone could withstand the blessings of Chaos, with the Chaos Warriors who couldn't withstand the favor of the evil gods turning into Chaos Eggs, even Chaos Eggs that had lost all their rationality were "sacred objects" to the barbarians.
The ambitious Huns, Mongols, Kurgans, and Nosikas would head to the Chaos wasteland on a pilgrimage. There, endless challenges, killings, and battles would never stop. This was a grand stage play filled with actors who wanted to appear on stage. As for the evil gods, they watched from the shadows. They quietly watched all of this before searching for targets that they found interesting.
For example, the former king of Scalins, Red Eye Egil Stillbjörn, had once killed countless powerful enemies during his hundred-year "pilgrimage." He finally won the favor of Khorne and became the champion of the Khorne selection. If the other Chaos Warriors could survive the Chaos wasteland and return home in glory, they would enjoy endless glory amidst the songs and roars of their compatriots, becoming the Chaos Champions that everyone envied.
And at that moment, a traveler was slowly advancing on the Chaos wasteland. Behind him was a group of about two hundred Chaos heavy cavalrymen. All of them were wearing very thick black Chaos full-body plate armor. They rode nightmarish Chaos warhorses. They were silent and didn't say a word. Even their praise for the Four Gods of Chaos was silent.
Traveler was wearing full-body Chaos armor. A huge cape made of human skin and Chaos beast fur was draped over his shoulders. He was riding a huge Demon warhorse. Its immortal body was made of sharp horns and teeth, bone plates, and corroded steel armor. Their eyes burned with the flames of Chaos.
"It's not here either." Traveler led the group on a stroll in the Chaotic Wasteland. They swept through everything in their way, and all the enemies who dared to oppose them were defeated. At this moment, Traveler would only calmly make demands. Either submit or die.
Traveler and his subordinates had been roaming this land for more than a hundred years.
"It's not here either," Traveler repeated.
His followers all followed behind him. None of them said a word. They just waited for his orders. No matter what Traveler's goal was, they would follow him forever.
Because they believed that only he could complete the sacred and great mission.
That was the ultimate goal of a true god.
Traveler's eyes were a strange bright red. His eyes didn't seem to have eyeballs. There was only the flames of Chaos burning in them. There was only hatred in them.
Pure hatred.
This hatred didn't need a reason, an excuse, or pity. This hatred burned in Traveler's chest day and night.
Even though his face was hidden under the helmet, his followers could feel the hatred and disgust toward the mortal world in his voice.
But what was strange was that Traveler was very calm, very calm. On one hand, his hatred had reached a crazy level. On the other hand, he was extremely calm. Even though he hated everything, he never let his anger control his logic.
Because only the weak would be controlled by anger. And he could control his anger.
He had already chosen a bright and broad path for his journey of seeking the Dao.
More than a hundred years had passed. His journey was gradually coming to an end. However, it was this end that made him confused. Traveler had been roaming the Chaos wasteland for more than twenty years. He still hadn't found any clues about that thing.
"Birac? Or Kurgan? "Traveler muttered.
He stood there and thought for a while. Then, he raised his head.
"Kurgan!"
"Yes!" A group of Chaos Knights pulled on the reins. The galloping Chaos Warhorses obeyed their will and followed Traveler into the endless distance.
One month later, in the Kurgan Plains.
Traveler looked at the withered plains that stretched as far as the eye could see. Above the unpredictable gloomy sky, the terrifying winds of Chaos were blowing across the Old World's famous super plains.
Traveler tried to recall the history of Kurgan from his knowledge.
The Kurgan Plains was once a sacred place for grazing. When the Elven Empire was colonizing the Old World, some humans settled in Tyrell, Estalia, and the current Empire. They accepted the Elven Empire's vassals and established the ancient Human Wizard Empire.
However, there were also some humans who were unwilling to become the vassals of the elves. They kept moving north until they established their own tribes near Noska and the Great Northern Plains. They lived a life of fishing and hunting. They were once kind, humble, hardworking, and sincere.
Until Chaos descended.
Corruption always happened unknowingly. These human nomads were gradually eroded by Chaos. Their bodies mutated, and their minds were distorted. The Dark Gods began to slowly corrupt and enslave the minds of the northern human tribes. Those who didn't submit to the Dark Gods fled the South. For example, Mrs. Kiesler and Ugor's people used to be tribes in the Eastern Plains. Those who stayed became more and more like a group of crazy people. They gave up the benefits of civilization and became believers of Chaos.
Finally, under the eyes of thousands, an incomparably great name walked out of the distant and cold Western Plains.
He was Kurgan the Great, the 'World Whip'.
His history was before the ancient Aurora and Emperor Charlemagne established the empire. When this baby was born in the wastelands of Western Assyria, the wizards in the tribe made a prophecy. The prophecy was that this baby would enjoy all the happiness and all the pain.
As time passed, the baby gradually grew up to become a powerful horseman and the leader of the tribe. Kurgan the Great had an endless desire to control the power and power of the Northern Plains and its people. He prayed to the winds in the North, South, West, and East. He prayed to the earth, the sky, and the rain. He prayed to the day, the sun, the night, and the moon. For this, he plundered countless slaves and trophies to sacrifice to the spirits of all things and the Gods. Kurgan the Great was very powerful, but he was also very smart. He knew that the Dark Gods in the North were the most powerful. Therefore, in order to reach an agreement with the Gods of Chaos, he abandoned the Immortal Heaven that he originally believed in. Kurgan the Great swore that he and his people would do their best to serve the Dark Gods.
The Four Gods of Chaos responded to his prayer. The Evil God gave him endless power. Thus, Kurgan the Great unified the Northern Plains and the Chaotic Wasteland and established the Kurgan Empire. This was a warlike Empire made up of ferocious plunderers, agile cavalry, roaring monsters, and wild mages.
When the Kurgan Empire was at its peak, this Empire once stretched from the Ridge of the World in the East to the Dark Realm in the South, the Chaotic Wasteland in the North, and the Four Northern Islands in the West. It was several times the size of the current Empire. All the warring tribes knelt at his feet. They paid tribute in peacetime and sent troops in wartime.
However, the Evil God's gift was not without a price. Gradually, the Four Gods of Chaos became bored and tired of Kurgan the Great's constant victories and wars. When Kurgan the Great enjoyed all the fun in the mortal world, the Four Gods of Chaos felt that it was time to collect the reward for their gift and give him endless pain.
Therefore, only a few years after the establishment of the Kurgan Empire, the Four Gods of Chaos came to the mortal world. They ignored the countless trophies, sacrifices, and glorious sacrifices of Kurgan the Great. They cruelly took away the most precious thing of Kurgan the Great — his only four sons. After taking away his four sons, the Four Gods of Chaos became silent and never responded to his prayers.
Kurgan the Great could only accept the 'gift' of the Four Gods of Chaos with tears in his eyes. This was the price for gaining power. Although the Great Emperor had lost his heir, he was still powerful. However, he could no longer stop the struggle for power within the empire. A once powerful empire collapsed in civil strife and degeneration. After participating in the last war, Kurgan the Great fell in battle, and the Kurgan Empire fell apart, never to return to its former glory.
After that, countless tribes on the Kurgan Prairie rose. Many tribal khans and chiefs claimed that they were the true sons and rightful heirs of Kurgan the Great.
Perhaps the thing he wanted was on the Kurgan Prairie? Traveler rode his demon warhorse on a withered, endless grassland. He thought carefully. Perhaps the True God had held a coronation ceremony for Emperor Kurgan at that time?
While Traveler was still trying to figure out how to find that thing, he and his followers were surrounded by a group of Kurgan Marauder cavalry.
"Outsider!" The leader of the Kurgan riders was very tall. He was at least two meters tall, and his whole body was filled with muscles. He shouted in the Kurgan language with a native accent, "You have two choices!"
"I am looking for the last treasure," Traveler's answer was rather strange. "Perhaps your Khan can give me the answer? Who is your Khan? "
"Our Khan?!" The Kurgan rider shouted proudly.
"Listen to his name, outsider!"
"He is our great Maggot King! The Lord of Taotie! The true heir of Kurgan the Great! "
"He is Tarim Khan!"
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