Warhammer Divine Throne

Two days later, the caravan set out.

Nearly thirty carriages, hundreds of horses, a team of hundreds of people grandiose out of the city, Harald stood on the tower, shaking his head ill-looking, these caravans would have been in his When the port goes out to sea, he can receive a large amount of taxes, but now that everything is ruined because of the port closure, he can only make a fortune fiercely from the hands of these merchants, and then let them leave.

"Mr. Boris, what are you guys?" Ryan found that Boris, the head of the Blood Axe Mercenary Corps, and a few wounded men had packed their things, moved towards the other direction and left.

"Us?" Boris smiled awkwardly: "The few of us may not be able to help you on the road. Mr. Ryan, I originally thought I could do something. But..."

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After speaking, Boris was a little bit hesitant to speak, it was obvious that his injuries during the battle with the wild beast had not been fully recovered.

After the exchange, Ryan learned that Boris planned to take the wounded, including Banda, to return to Winter City, the capital of Nord King, to recover. Several healthy mercenaries would accompany them to take care of them.

"I understand, good luck to you all." Ryan understood him.

"Also, tell Ms. Trovik for me that the favor that our blood axe mercenary group owed to them Jialan has been paid off, and we don't want to have any contact with them in the future. "Boris couldn't tell the expression on his face. He slowly looked away and looked at the way back. There was sadness in his voice: "The Garland Council has given us a lot, but it has demanded more from us." , Everything should be over."

"Okay, I'll pass it on for you." Ryan didn't say anything. It's not uncommon for spellcasters to report favors, he just watched a few people leave.

The Grey Blade Mercenary Corps led by Bilger walked in the forefront, and he himself rode a fast horse to lead the convoy for half an hour, then the guards and the blood axe mercenary regiment, and then It's the merchant, the female warlock, and Ryan in the middle part of them. In the end, the guard and a few wandering Knights are responsible for maneuvering the tail.

It’s not a long time to leave the town, and the road is not easy to walk. The carriage wheels continuously ran over some small rocks and raised roadsides, and the teenagers in the carriage were thrilled.

"aaahhhh! It hurts! It hurts!!!" The boy in the carriage cried out for pain. One of his arms was wrapped in a bandage and hung on his chest, obviously his injuries were unclear.

It is Banda of the Blood Axe Mercenary Corps. The little mercenary was injured in the battle at the dock. Now he can only sit in the car to rest. Fortunately, it is not very serious, but just badly injured.

"I said Simon, after I heard that the Sir Lord of Karzenhaven had a banquet! Did you go?" Banda felt very depressed. He lay on the hospital bed and thought about Trovi countless times. Ms. Ke will visit him, but the truth is that the sorcerer from start to finish has never appeared.

"I didn't go, how can I have a chance to go? That's where the'high and the others' go. How can we people qualify?" Simon shook his head: "It's the team leader and the deputy team leader. I went, they said it was just a normal banquet."

"Yes, the group leader did not come back until the 2nd day in the morning." Banda sighed while looking at the clouded weather outside the carriage." I’m pretty good luck, I’ve recovered a life, Hans, Rem, Ballmer, they are all..."

The little mercenary remembered the mercenary group partners who died before, and the wild. In the battle of the beasts, the number of the blood axe mercenary group changed from more than fifty people to more than thirty people now, and twenty people left them forever.

"Actually... the head of the team said that he regretted it when he came back yesterday. He regretted accepting the commission from Ms. Trovik. The price we paid was really too great." Simon Checking his hand crossbow, and oiling his short sword.

"By the way, that...Ms. Trovik has..." Banda hesitated and asked.

"No, it's the Knight...well, Mr. Ryan asked how you are recovering." Simon said that Ryan's face didn't look good. He thought he was forced to face him on the dock that day. It is really shameful for the veteran to apologize.

The team continues to walk, the current section of the road is still safe for the time being.

"It looks like it's going to snow again, this weather." Ryan was riding his tall horse pine cone. He could feel that the sky was not improving, and he was a little worried.

Yesterday at the banquet, Willard told him a very bad news. The Barbarian Race in the north once again assembled its troops to go south.

This is not the problem, after all, Nord people have been accustomed to fighting with the North Barbarian Race all day long for many years.

What Ryan really cares about is a sentence from Willard.

"The city wall of Storm Fortress was found to have undergone a certain mutation. In some locations on the city wall that have been attacked all the year round, the defenders found that the city wall had eyes and tentacles, which seemed to have self-consciousness. The Church of Justice believes that this is due to the fact that the city wall has been eroded by the chaos believers for many years. Therefore, under the auspices of the Church of Justice, the city wall of Storm Fortress will be demolished and rebuilt after being burned by the fire."

But at this point in time, the North Barbarian Race strikes, Ryan thinks there may be some connection.

Forget it, for a while, he didn't think about it clearly. The man shook his head and threw away the messy thoughts. Only then did he find that some snowflakes had been thrown off his hair.

It's snowing again.

"A teacher of system balance, the recent weather is really strange." Ryan casually moved towards the druid riding on the road said with a smile.

Yes, during this trip, the bad-tempered Druid "Tree Planter" Elderard will go forward with everyone, the reason is very simple, Druid After being expelled from Karzenhaven by Villard, there was no place for him, so he and Oliver agreed to set off with the caravan.

"Natural whispers need to be heard, she is wailing, the terrifying storm is sweeping..." Alderrad divine sense whispered, and then Ryan interrupted him immediately: "Enough Enough, natural teacher, please speak in plain and easy language? Mr. Eldridge will not be as difficult to communicate as you."

"Eldridge? You know him "The Druid was a little puzzled, then nodded, his tone was still very bad: "It is chaotic energy, chaotic energy is blowing in the sky, causing the current cloudy and snowy."

"Ancient Tree Walker" Eldridge is a few “surrogates” of the Nature Church who are walking outside, and it makes sense that Ryan would know him.

"hehe ~" Ryan just squinted and smiled. The group of people in Nature Church is really unflattering.

When picking a fruit and putting on clothes can be interpreted as an offense to nature, when this group of people can directly trample on the basic kingdom of citizen property independence and freedom for the so-called "natural balance" When it comes to the law, Ryan believes that it is difficult for anyone to feel good about them.

How similar to those little animals.

The "communication" between the Treewalker and Ryan was also quite pleasant, because after Ryan hung him from the tree, he was willing to talk to Ryan well.

When words get sour, adding words is useless, Ryan noticed the wandering Knights behind the team. Knight didn’t know when they had slipped into the middle of the team: "Gentlemen? You shouldn’t be behind. Pay attention to the safety behind the team?"

The leader is Ike. He is trying to spy on the cargo in the carriage in the middle of the team. Hearing Ryan's words, he said with a smile: "Master Knight, where are we going, we haven't entered the forest yet, do you see if we..."

"Please perform your duties seriously, this time I won't care about you, anytime Please keep at least three people at the end of the line!" Ryan said grimly.

The words of the Kingdom Knight are still very effective. A few wandering Knights, look at me, and I look at you. They are all nodded and returned to the end of the team.

The carriage curtain next to the horses lifted up: "If it weren’t for Mr. Ryan, I wouldn’t dare to walk with these guys."

"Mr. Oliver must know that they Sometimes they do other tasks." The merchant and Knight both knew what they were talking about, and they laughed at each other.

"I don't mind accepting a few new armors and horses." Ryan whispered in secret.

"I don't mind helping Mr. Ryan introduce some buyers to sell out, I don't need to charge commission." Oliver also matched the code.

It seems that a tacit agreement has been reached.

"Hey! Dirty deal." On the other side of the carriage uploaded the faint contempt of the sorcerer.

After two days of rest, the Sorceress's body has recovered a lot, and Ryan can already feel the strong magic fluctuations in her body.

Hearing Teresa’s voice, Oliver immediately shut up subconsciously, but Ryan turned the subject away: "It’s snowing outside, please keep warm."

" If it's too cold outside, you can also come to the carriage to rest, and I'm going to meditate." The beautiful and alluring face of the sorcerer flashed across the curtain.

"Hu~ It's really cold!" A big black robe rode up from behind: "Even on the hills of our tribe, it won’t be so cold in October. The weather."

The big black robe's face is painted with oil paint, the hair on the temples is shaved cleanly, the hair on top of his head is tied into bunches of dirty braids, and so is his beard. ——The thick long beards are all tied into pigtails and scattered on the chest.

He is wearing a thick leather armor, and then a brown deerskin coat. Some animal teeth are strung into a necklace and hung on his strong chest. He is carrying a long spear and a long bow on his back. With a short blade pinned to his waist, he looks pretty old, his complexion is dark, his appearance is old-fashioned, and the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes stretch out because of the master’s laughed heartily: "You are White Wolf Knight'Sledgehammer' Ryan, right? I know you "

"Are you?" The big black robe knew he would not be surprised that the Nord Kingdom actively promotes Ryan's publicity, and he is well-known in this place.

"haha ~ I am Rost, from the wolf tribe, and Mr. Oliver hired me to be his bodyguard." The black robe man was very bold. He unbuttoned the water bottle on his waist and unscrewed the cork. The strong smell of wine wafted out from it: "Will you take a sip, brother?"

"No, thank you, I usually don't drink on an empty stomach."

"That's a pity. "Rost picked up the kettle and took a big gulp: "This is the wine blessed by the shaman of our tribe. It is brewed with malt!"

"Tribe, shaman? Are you , From the north?" Ryan looked at Rost’s sturdy arms. He is 1.9 meters tall. If Ryan, who is 1.8 meters tall, looks well-proportioned, but is actually very strong, then Ryan is complete. tall and strong, a muscular man.

There are quite a few people of this type among Nords, but there are not many people with rapeseed and dirty braids.

"Yes, I have been here for hundreds of years. I am a clansman." Rost spread his hands naturally, and then immediately added: "It is the canonized clansman, our previous generation patriarch is Mo Rui Ke was active in the Battle of Fasha and was conferred as Imperial Knight by Ludwig Your Majesty!"

No wonder this clansman dared to sway out of the event. It turns out that he has already got the official Is it recognized? Ryan thought of it.

The North Barbarian Race does not worship the Chaos Evil God until now, they also once had their own gods and beliefs.

After the arrival of chaos, the northern Barbarian Race was indeed the first group of people to kneel at the feet of Evil God. In addition to the reason for being the closest to Primal Chaos Gate, the environment of the northern wasteland is too excessive. Badness is also an important reason. The northern wasteland is too cold. If Nord's side is still warm for three months a year, the northern wasteland is cold all year round, the land is almost impossible to cultivate, and life is always very difficult.

Even if the overwhelming majority clansman chose the acknowledge allegiance chaos, there are still a few clansmans who are unwilling to surrender to the chaos, so they choose to leave their hometown, and the inland Barbarian Race tribe is within the territory of Nord There are many of them. Most of them are unwilling to go to the city and live with others, so with the permission of the king, they established their own settlements and lived in the mountains or in the desolate valley within the valley. Many tribes still retain the most primordial. Belief, even Ryan has seen the sacrifice to the god of wild beast. It must be known that the god of wild beast has fallen when the chaos comes, but these tribes still adhere to this custom.

But this thing is not sure, because gods are very powerful existence, it is difficult for them to die in the true sense, some gods will leave themselves with the means of reincarnation, and others The deity will choose to give up some of his power to protect himself and feign death.

Even if the deity's body falls, as long as part of his power is still alive, everything will have a turning point.

"Well...for hundreds of years, have you all been okay?" Ryan looked at the Mount Hordaland, which was shrouded in mist, in the distance. The mountain range is not particularly towering, but But it spread far, and I don't know what else is waiting for them.

"Fortunately, here, although the days are difficult, there is a great lady of ice and snow with us and can sustain it." Rost caught a snowflake with his hand and stuck it on My face, let it melt slowly: "It is the power of Goddess that protects us from falling."

"But your Goddess has never been awake since then." Ryan whispered, Bingxue Goddess always sleeps, except for occasionally getting a little Oracle from Goddess when he wakes up from a dream, clansman actually doesn't get any benefits, but he has to contribute a lot of faith and sacrifices.

It's really ironic, isn't it?

But if there is no faith, mankind will not be able to unite forcefully, without faith, mankind will not be able to muster the courage to fight the extremely powerful chaotic Evil God and the erosion of darkness.

"Faith makes us strong." Ester appeared beside everyone on horseback. The half-elf rode a tall horse, with a hood, a beautiful moon white cloak and a goose yellow robe from the elves. , Elegant appearance and soothing tone: "There is news from Bilger, we can stay in the predetermined location tonight, there is no one there, just..."

"Just what? Don't tell me there is no one , But there are monsters!" Oliver sitting in the front of the carriage yelled exaggeratedly. The bodyguards and the mercenaries burst into laughter, and everyone's eyes were on Ester's body.

They are also waiting for answers.

"The dilapidated village that was left for hunters and the past caravans was destroyed. It is very serious. I think...maybe many of us will sleep in the open at night." The half-elf's face was still Laughing: "So, everyone move faster and get to the camp as soon as possible. We can try to repair some houses for everyone to live in at night!"

"Well! Speed ​​up!"

"Quick, quick, quick!"

"Accelerate~"

When the sun left the last afterglow on the top of the mountain, the huge caravan finally approached tonight's Campsite.