Warhammer Seal

Chapter 266 Chaos Strikes
Since the Red Tsar Bohakar was defeated in the troll kingdom, then perhaps the bear god Esun who protected him also disappeared in that place.

Wende inevitably embarked on the road of adventure again.

Such a journey would be full of risks and dire situations, and the destination of this trip is just west of Vosgrad.

The icy land that Madam Kisly called the Northern Province and the Land of the Trolls.

The journey was safe and sound. Kislev didn't have as many forests as the empire, and naturally there were no wild beast crowds. Caravans only needed to fight against the severe cold if they wanted to trade.

Because it is in the plains, it can be seen from far away in case of danger.

So much so that when the two just set foot on the land of the Northern Province, a magnificent fortress appeared in front of them—Ostrosk Fortress.

This is a city in the north, mainly resisting the barbaric invasion of the Norscans.

When seeing this fortress city, Wende had to admire Katrin's governance ability.

In her short four-year reign, the fortress city has been re-prospered, and she even traded with the Norscans in peacetime.

Wende and Ruixi took their legs off the sled and took a short rest next to an ice sculpture.

On both sides of the road here are the corpses of the Norscan marauders who were killed by the Red Tsar Bojacar. After being frozen into ice cubes, they were directly inserted into the frozen wasteland and used as road signs.

With the help of the writing on these ice sculptures, it is also possible to discover all information.

"It's still half a day away from the Ostrosk Fortress, camping first, we can't move on."

Wende's knowledge is certainly not out of date.

For cities further north than Kislev, there is one problem that has always been a major hindrance to development.

The daylight hours are too short.

The current time is preliminarily estimated to be less than four o'clock in the afternoon, but it will be dark in an hour.

Traveling in the dead of night is just as dangerous as facing the forces of Chaos.

A campfire was simply built, and Wende was finally able to get rid of the snot hanging from his nose, and took out dry food to roast and eat.

Looking at the light in the fortress city, she wondered whether Katrin's approach was correct or not.

In order to maintain her authoritative rule, she replaced almost all the noble classes.

In the past, the boundaries between the various forces could be clearly seen, but now, although it has become a unified country in name, it is not clear how many internal separatist forces exist.

The so-called open guns are easy to hide and hidden arrows are hard to defend against, especially in such a situation where chaos has begun to invade.

After finally filling their stomachs, Wende and Ruixi could only rest together for a while, and there is still terrible heavy snow falling around them. If a person sleeps peacefully in the wild, then he will never see the next morning again. the sun.

Wende, who was already sitting and recuperating, locked his eyes on the northern area.

The Imperials didn't know it, Madam Kisley didn't know it, the dwarves didn't know it, but Wend did.

Going straight north from where you camp here, you can reach the hell pit of the Ratmen Mordel clan, where there are countless terrible monsters.

dong dong!

The sound of the snow being torn was heard from a distance, and Wen Delico, who was already concentrated, stood up, grabbed a large handful of snow and extinguished the fire.

dong dong!

This kind of voice is absolutely unmistakable, and Ruixi immediately opened her eyes wide and looked at the north, the disturbing sound of footsteps is really weird.

"Four big feet, two little feet, and the sound of wooden tires rolling over the snow is the abomination of the pit of hell."

Wende's judgment has never been wrong, and perhaps he is the only human being who fully understands this monster.

Among the Ratmen, the Molde clan is best at genetic modification and suture monster production, and this hell pit abomination is the best of their suture monster production products.

A terrifying monster that will never be spread outside, and will only be used in one's own clan.

The body is composed of an underground blind dragon, and it is in a half-dead and half-alive state after being implanted with a large number of dimension stones.

The beast tamers of Clan Mordel would intensify such an abomination with all the weird thoughts that popped out of their heads.

Add a few rat troll limbs, or maybe a few clan rat heads.

The Warpstone is of course necessary, along with some Warpstone technology stolen or bought from the Skuri clan.

A seemingly unreliable, but extremely powerful abomination will be born.

Compared with giant beasts of other races, ratmen's giant beasts have a more terrifying vitality.

An abomination is almost impossible to kill with physical damage, and even if it is successfully killed, a Mordel clan animal trainer can immediately bring such a monster back to life with a warp stone.

So many advantages did not come out of thin air, and the Hellpit Abomination also has one of the worst disadvantages, that is, the price is extremely expensive.

It is too expensive even for the Mordel clan, and it is absolutely impossible to take it out for shopping easily. There must be some kind of conspiracy that the Ratman is best at.

Ruixi only needed to look at each other, and Ruixi could know Wende's inner thoughts, and immediately nodded in agreement. Such an unexpected situation must be investigated. It's a pity that this icy and snowy place is not suitable for sneaking, but it can be observed from a distance.

The two walked forward along the footsteps, and they could clearly smell the dimensional stone floating in the air and the smell of the Skaven.

There is only a small difference from Wende's initial guess. There is indeed a Hell Pit Abomination here, followed by more than 300 well-equipped Stormrats.

Such a team can capture a small human city from the front, and there is no need to act secretly. The Molde clan must have other plans.

They were waiting for something, for a reward from something in the North.

All the Ratmen showed patience that was completely out of character for them, and there was only one person who could do this: Archaon.

I don't know how Archaon formed an alliance with the Skavens of the old world. In addition, Skaven has the characteristics of grabbing ruins, and there is a very tacit understanding between Chaos and the Skavens. cooperation.

The Chaos army went south to destroy any city they could find, and then the ratmen swarmed in, plundering all the remaining resources in the ruins to develop the dungeon.

Just like when the ants moved and it was about to rain, the gathering of the Ratmen meant that the Beastmen or the forces of Chaos were coming.

There is only one place nearby that is their attack direction.

"Ostrosk Fortress will definitely be besieged, Rui Xi, we can only start our journey immediately."

Of course, the dark elves living in Naggaroth also know such a simple truth. The dark elves are also resisting the invasion of Chaos in the extreme north.

And from thousands of years of experience, it is natural to sum up such an experience: if the Ratmen start to act, there must be an attack from Chaos.

If the fortress of Ostrosk is captured by Chaos, the only human stronghold in the entire Northern Province will be destroyed, and Chaos can directly attack Kislev directly by bypassing the Prager Bridge.

Wende and Ruixi were not the opponents of three hundred Stormrats plus a Hell Pit Abomination, so they could only hurry towards the Fortress of Ostrosk.

The journey that would have taken a whole day was completed overnight by the two of them, and they arrived directly at the entrance of the local Boye's mansion without any rest.

He directly moved out his identity as an elector, preparing to warn the locals of the terrible news that Chaos is about to invade.

The local Boye is also very kind. After hearing the news that the Elector of Sylvania came to visit, he immediately opened the door to welcome him.

Walking into the living room, the best sofa, and the best wine, everything is the highest etiquette of hospitality, except this Boyer's attitude.

He is New Boye who has just been appointed by Empress Catherine to manage the entire fortress city.

Apart from his loyalty to the female tsar, he has no merits, and his military ability and construction ability are not as good as that of the previous Lord Boyer.

"Don't worry at all, Honorable Elector, I have already signed a non-aggression treaty with the Norscans, which can guarantee eternal peace between us and the Norscans in the future."

This guy still speaks very nicely, and the sentences also have a beautiful feeling like singing poetry.

Fit to be a court jester, and even show off in the high elves' phoenix court, but in a place like Kislev, one never believed in any kind of rhetoric.

"Not only the Norscans will come! Chaos will also come! I hope you start to straighten out your armaments immediately. Peace is fought, never negotiated."

"No, no, Your Excellency the Elector, you underestimate the power of diplomacy too much. It only takes me some words to get the Norscans to sign a treaty with us without any price. There are also some barbarians If a civilized individual can take off the coat with the blue feathers, maybe I will give him a fur coat."

As soon as he heard the blue feather, Wende knew the whole situation. Tzeentch was very fond of appearing in the image of a big blue bird, and obtained the greatest happiness by deceiving mortals.

"That's Tzeentch, you've been tricked."

Wende spoke earnestly, and the patience on his face was already at its extreme.

But it was Boyer who got impatient first, he jumped up and pointed at Wende's nose, and at the same time he didn't forget to touch his exquisite beard.

Without a single scar on his body, this guy is worthy of being Lord Boyer?
"I think you must be an accomplice of those political prisoners. You want to drive a wedge between us and the Norscans to achieve your own weird goals. Guards, seeing off guests."

It seems that Wende is far from being Tzeentch's opponent when it comes to persuading others.

The guards stood behind Wende very politely. After all, treating an imperial elector should not be dragged away and thrown out like ordinary people.

Wende shook his head helplessly, and directly shook off the guards holding his arms.

"I'll go by myself!"

The boyer walked to the window on the second floor, and after drinking a cup of hot tea, he finally saw the back of Wende leaving the manor, and smiled slightly.

It seems that the so-called Imperial Elector is nothing more than that, and he can't even win a debate on such a thing as himself, a newly appointed Boyer.

Really, the nobles of the empire can't even debate and discuss, and they don't speak politely at all. I really don't know how they sit in the position of nobles.

The new Boye, who can speak well and compose words like himself, will definitely be able to leave this poor place in the future and go to a new place to take up a job.

First demolish all the barracks and city walls of the Ostrosk Fortress. After all, a peace treaty was signed with the Norscans. The existence of military buildings will delay economic development, and it will not be conducive to gaining the trust of the Queen.

Now the female tsar likes Boye who has no military power in her hands.

If you sell the weapons and equipment of the Slughof Fortress in the north, you can get a lot of cash. Whether this cash is used to invest in publicity or advertise for yourself, you can earn a lot of political achievements.

It's just that there is a strange news. The envoy to the Slughof Fortress has never returned. He is really an abominable guy. He must have been lazy on the way, and I will definitely fine him a sum of money.

And in the residence of the tavern, it was the first time Ruixi saw Wende lose his temper.

Sure enough, it proved the old saying, don't be afraid of opponents like gods, but teammates like pigs.

negotiation?communicate?diplomatic?

How can we engage in diplomacy without any military strength as a support? Doesn’t Boyer know the truth that a weak country has no diplomacy?
There are two completely different situations between having a sword and not having a sword. The current Ostrosk Fortress has no resistance at all. After venting his anger, Wende quickly returned his reason to his brain.

That's right, the Ostrosk fortress can't be defended anymore, and the army of chaos is definitely coming. Every time I have a plan to implement, there must be a black hand behind the scenes to disrupt all my plans.

Originally, they planned to use the Ostrosk fortress as a base to search for clues to the bear god Esun throughout the northern province, but now, this fortress city may not be safe.

Immediately buy supplies everywhere, the prices in peacetime and wartime are almost worlds apart.

Wende has already purchased a large amount of supplies, enough for him, Ruixi and Burning Feather to live in the ice and snow for a whole month.

Now it's time to leave the fortress city.

A pair of heavy plate armor shoes scalded through the snow in front of the Slughof Fortress, looking upwards, the owner of this pair of plate armor shoes is the Eternal Chosen - Archaon.

Behind him, the entire Slughof Fortress was shrouded in terrible flames, and there were all kinds of horrible screams and screams, and blood and heads were constantly thrown around the city.

No matter if it was a man, a woman or a child, everyone's head was chopped off by the passing Khorne demon, and then the eyes were gouged out with claws, the scalp was torn off, and the brains were thrown into the mud.

One human skull after another, threaded together by spine bones, became the most gratifying trophy of Khorne.

Among the chaotic demons, there were actually some mortals moving slowly, each with a numb smile on their faces, and if they moved a little violently, the organs in their bodies would burst out of their bodies.

But this kind of damage can't kill them. These guys continued to walk forward in a daze. From time to time, some people exploded and died. In a pile of disgusting green slime, Nurgling, this kind of goblin-sized Demons are slowly growing.

Chaos strikes.

　Kislev did not have a standing navy, so while the Norscan barbarians scoured the seas for plunder, the coastal villages were left to defend themselves against the raiders.

　　At the same time, the intelligence system of Kislev, which has lost the convenience of sea transportation, is also very poor.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)