Warhammer Divine Throne

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Ryan quickly gave up drawing his sword.

Because he can feel the powerful magical energy gathering in the final position of the caravan.

The sorcerer has taken action.

After a long time of preparation, the sorcerer finally gathered enough mana. Unlike the ice attribute magic energy of blue before, this time Teresa's whole body condensed magic power to reproduce the dazzling golden red.

"The soul screams!!"

The mountains shook and the forest trembles.

This is the strongest spell currently mastered by Senator Garland, the seven-ring spiritual magic, and the soul screams.

A sense of fear from in the depth of one's soul pricked their nerves in the minds of all the survivors of the caravan.

Several arcs of light surrounded Teresa’s beautiful figure, and then moved towards all directions with the movement of the sorcerer, sweeping across the forest, the golden red ripples sweeping across the woods and the land, All the torch was extinguished in an instant. In the mountain cry out and sea howl, all the wild beasts who rushed into the camp held their heads in pain and squatted down, meaning that the golden red lightning in the Sea of ​​Consciousness burned their souls. Many horned beasts dropped their weapons on the ground in pain. The weaker Lesser Horned Beasts, Chaos War Dogs and Razor Beasts even lost resistance. Their fragile heads exploded like balloons, exploding countless blood. flower.

Everyone in the caravan has also been severely affected. The weak mercenaries are also holding their heads and wailing. Only a few elite-level people can endure the strong mental impact and reluctantly act. Take this opportunity , Roster and Ike and the others clutched their heads and killed the wild beasts who had lost their resistance in the camp.

"Quick! My magic won't last long!" Teresa looked pale, she quickly moved towards Ryan and shouted, and then urged the mercenaries and bodyguards: "Quick, move faster!"

"ao ao ao ~~~" the sorcerer tone barely fell, a high-pitched roar came from the depths of the forest. In the darkness, a bloody battle flag rose from the dense coniferous forest, This battle flag is made entirely of human skin, with a human head hung on the top of the battle flag.

This kind of roar seems to penetrate people’s hearts, and everyone in the caravan who originally planned to pursue them felt a deep sense of fear. A icy feeling penetrated into the bone marrow throughout their bodies, and they couldn’t help but slow down. , Afraid to move forward, as if there is terrifying in the depths of the forest.

"Ah?!" Estelle looked intently, and shouted in a trembling tone: "That is?"

"What is that?" Rost held his ribs. , It was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"That was the head of the druid, the tree planter died, his skin was made into a banner, and his head became spoils of war!" The half-elf has dark vision, but he would rather now There is no such ability.

The terrifying sight made his tired body lose its fighting spirit to pursue.

After hearing the roar, all the wild beasts who were still in dizziness were shocked. They threw down their weapons one after another, struggling to escape back into the forest, and the sound gradually faded away. When disappearing to the farthest point, Ryan felt an extremely filthy and chaotic sight swept past him, and then disappeared without a trace.

"What is that? Great Demon of Chaos? If it is, then all of us are impossible to survive." Ryan could feel that terrifying power is full of violent, bloodthirsty, and filth, that Something is probably what Urik said is a big deal.

The enemy is a war gang of wild beasts who believe in the blood god. This is still within Ryan’s acceptance range. The followers of the blood god do not like group activities. Ryan also gave up chasing and went down to the forest in a dark environment. Hidden inside with the wild beast is no different from bringing about one's own destruction. Seeing the wild beast retreat, Ryan returned to the camp.

A foul smell of blood passed into his nose.

Yes, it was the wild beast who retreated.

There is no joy of victory in the camp, no wine and hymns.

There are just countless corpses on the ground and a messy camp. Ryan is advancing hard in the sea of ​​blood in the dead mountain. He saw a mercenary on the ground next to him. The mercenary’s body has several deadly bodies. He's wounded, and he was eaten in a mess, but Ryan still recognized him at a glance.

He was the Simon who had previously clashed with Ryan at the dock. At this time, the little mercenary's loose eyes explained everything.

"wū wū wū wū ~Simon~Simon!! Wake up, wake up, I am Banda! Get up, we can't stay here for long, get up!" A young silhouette appeared and threw himself on the corpse, howling.

"...Banda? Get up, he is dead." Ryan said, standing behind Banda.

The little mercenary ignored him, just kept crying.

The blood axe mercenary group suffered heavy losses in this battle, and now this mercenary group can stand only a dozen people.

Ryan didn’t care about him anymore, because there was already a fierce quarrel in the crowd. Wilt stood in front of Teresa, his tone full of anger and sadness: "Ms. Trovik? You I promised it at the beginning."

"..." Teresa stood barely under Emilia's support. She looked pale, bit her lip, and faced Wilt's questioning. , Sorceress speechless.

"You promised me at the beginning!!!" Wilt threw down his two-handed sword and rushed down frantically to get close to the body of the sorcerer. The sorcerer retreated subconsciously, beautiful and alluring. There was even a hint of anxiety on his face: "I don't know..."

"Well, Wilt, you calm down a little bit. We don't want things to turn into this way." Ryan hurriedly stopped Weier. Especially, he could feel that the mercenaries around him were carrying such hostile emotions.

"Ms. Trovik, please remember the blood axe mercenary group. When we left Winter City, there were fifty people in total and two of them stayed behind." Wilt no longer cares about Ryan. The identity, the 30-something deputy head of the team was bloodshot in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse: "Now? We only have thirteen people left. What did you say at the beginning? I need you to serve as my guard. I Will you use my magic to protect you?"

"But now? You can't protect yourself, so let us use your life to fill it with a blood axe?"

"At that time I’ll ask you in Karzenhaven. You told us personally that we won’t encounter such a battle again."

"We need a statement, Ms. Trovik!!!" Wilt leaned forward. , But was quickly stopped by Ryan. White Wolf Knight's face was flat: "pay attention to you manner, mercenary! Otherwise I will perform my duty."

Wilt put his eyes on Ryan's chest On the former white Wolf Knight badge, and then there was an embarrassing silence, he finally calmed down: "I am waiting for you to give me an answer, Ms. Trovik."

"I will give it to you, return it There is a saying from the blood axe mercenaries behind you, Mr. Wilt, but please apologize to me for your previous rudeness. Please remember that if it wasn't for my spell, you would be impossible to survive." With Ryan in the body. By the side, the sorcerer recovered her calm, she lightly pushed Emilia away and signaled that she was all right.

"I apologize for that." Wilt walked away knowingly.

Ryan was waiting to say something, but Teresa lightly leaned her body on his body and whispered in his ear: "Hold on to me, my magic is exhausted."

Ryan nodded, his strong arm supported the female warlock's arm-even though his body was also full of blood, Teresa just frowned, did not push away, Ryan pulled the female warlock to hide away Place.

Grey Blade Bilger appeared in front of Oliver. He moved towards Oliver in a low and hoarse voice and said: "Grey Blade lost sixteen young man in this battle. We asked for enough Compensation."

"We will pay the money, as agreed." Oliver frowned. The businessman's contractual spirit told him that he must nod at this time, but reason told him that things were not that simple.

"No, it is enough. Compensation." Bilger's face was also very ugly. After this battle, his mercenary group also strengthened great injury, and he needed to extort more money from the merchant: "Mr. Oliver, the previous price was the previous price. Now the situation is different. You didn't tell us that there is sea core stone in the goods. You are deceiving, and the gray blade suffered heavy losses. We demanded the price we deserved."

The implication is that he is going to increase the price.

"Birger, this is not up to the agreement!" Oliver said with difficulty.

"Yes, things are different now, Mr. Oliver, if you still want our protection, please add money." Bilger pressed again, his face full of mania and greedy.

After seeing the Sea Heart Stone, everyone became greedy.

At the same time, a quarrel broke out among the mercenaries.

"If it weren't for you that you didn't shoot to cover him at that time, Simon would not have died!" Banda provoked the conversation first, and he pointed the finger at a caravan guard who had been Follow Oliver's Mather.

"Smelly brat what do you know?"

"Enough, I blame you!"

"Put your mouth clean, little bastard!"

The quarrel has intensified, especially after several wandering Knights joined, the quarrel gradually escalated: "Mr. Mats, please hand over the Sea Heart Stone. We shed blood to protect you, Sea Heart Stone. It should belong to everyone in our caravan, isn't it?"

"Exactly, Mr. Mats, please hand over the Sea Heart Stone." Several wandering Knights approached with their swords and shields and said. With illogical words, only Ike stood in the distance, his face full of hesitation.

"Don't think about it!" As it should be by rights as the guard hired by Matz, Ester stood up and confronted these wandering Knights.

The bodyguards guard Mats in the middle, and on the other side are a few wandering Knights. Among them, the wandering Knight Goodson whose shoulder was pierced by a wild beast has the craziest expression, and it seems that the injuries on his body are also Eroding his nerves, he has already taken his sword out of its sheath and unreasonably approached: "Either hand over the goods or die!"

"Enough!!!" An angry shout made everyone After returning to God, Ryan helped Teresa and moved towards everyone shouted: "I don't care what your situation is now, and you want to negotiate anything, can you not negotiate here? Can you see where this is? "

Everyone came back to his senses. The camp full of blood and corpses told them that this time was indeed not the place and time to speak, but they felt anger and rage for no reason, as if Don't stop without tearing up everything that exists in front of you. Anxiety, anger, and hatred spread crazily among people. Everyone is like a gunpowder keg, exploding at one point, and you can't wait to kill everything.

Ryan knows that this is the corruption of chaos. They always infiltrate people's hearts inadvertently. The terrifying part of chaos is not the powerful battle strength and destruction, but it erodes people's hearts unconsciously. This is the reason that many brave soldiers repelled the attack of the Chaos Army on the battlefield, but suffered corruption and torment after the war, and eventually degenerated into Chaos Warriors.

The corpse and the smell of blood are like a beacon in the night to scavengers, and a deadly temptation, let alone attracting undead and other creatures.

Because of Ryan's roar, everyone stopped the quarrel for a while. They rashly cremated the corpse and buried it, and packed up things. After such a bloody battle, everyone in the caravan didn't have the mind to rest anymore and decided to stay overnight. Hurry to the alpine fort on the peak of Scavill Mountain.

The carriage was severely damaged. Most of the horses were lost, but most of the cargo was intact. This made the carriage that had been reduced by more than half of its staff in a stretched situation. Everyone started torch and went on the road again. The difference was the caravan’s guard and The mercenaries were entirely different and looked at each other cautiously. The bodyguards looked at the wandering Knights following the caravan even more vigilantly.

The estrangement gradually emerged...

In the dark forest, the head of the tree planter Alderrad is hanging on the battle flag of the wild beast, and his face is still To maintain the despair and fear of frequent deaths, this is really suitable for wild beast people.

Under the banner of the war, the blood-filled altar and the throne filled with druid bones are enshrined by all wild beasts. A mysterious symbol is located directly above the altar and circulates in the dark night With bright red light.

"Cheap...sacrifice." The huge minotaur shuttled through the night, with the faint moonlight shining on its scarlet face, and the armor of the face was directly embedded in its face, bloody and bloody. Welded together, it is the same Minotaur who fought Alderrad before, and its size is a full circle larger than the other Minotaurs.

Other wild beasts surrounded it and crawled to the ground. Obviously, it was the beast king of this wild beast's battle gang.

"No sacrifice...no...no gift, no sacrifice...need...sacrifice." The giant minotaur raised his battle axe.

cold light flashed by, and a minotaur was directly shaved off its head, a huge bull head rolled aside, full of filthy bloody energy released from above, in the dark void , It seems that something has responded to this festival.

"How about this little gift...?"

The Blood God never asks where the blood comes from.

"Not enough, continue..." A few more minotaurs dropped their heads. Even so, all the wild beasts still dare not make any movements, they are still crawling on the ground, waiting for the next move of the Beastmaster .

"Enemies...two...witches do not have battle strength...that white Wolf Knight is...the sacrifice that pleases the blood god..." When the giant minotaur killed ten times in a row After the two men, it finally got a reply from the mysterious existence.

"Tomorrow...I will fight the White Wolf Knight...to the death." The Beastmaster raised his huge battle axe and pointed it high to the sky, suddenly angrily roared: "blood sacrifice! Skull sacrifice! Skull constellation!!!"

"blood sacrifice! Skull sacrifice constellation!!!"