Chaos Crown

Under the guidance of Eleanor, the human coalition forces fought with passion and hatred. The arrival of Miss Priest means the arrival of victory, but the orc army on the battlefield still did not give up, and perhaps both sides still need to pay hundreds of thousands of deaths .

Everyone can feel that the orcs are not so confident, they are not so strong, and they are not so energetic. Facing the human offensive, more and more orcs are subconsciously looking at their Khan.

Tujin's face sank like water, and the Great Orc Khan could no longer fully concentrate on the battlefield. He looked back at the soaring flames of the camp in the distance from time to time.

To make matters worse, he couldn't feel Gruumsh's power anymore.

The essence of the ancestral soul army is actually a deal with the main god of the orcs. Through his own promise and the persuasion of Queen Rusek, Tujin finally got Gruumsh to agree to the deal: Conquering and killing to please Gruumsh, providing enough energy for Gruumsh with the strength and prosperity of his own race, in exchange, Gruumsh allowed some ancestors of orcs related to Tujin bloodline to be separated from his underworld army. Soul assists him in fighting.

Gruumsh is a chaotic and evil powerful divine power. Among his priesthoods are the domains of "war" and "conquest" of "orcs". It is difficult and easy to please him.

Unlike many orc chieftains, Tujin is a very thoughtful orc leader. He has his own ideas. Since the Holocaust of the Holy One, he has been paying close attention to the nearby areas. He has unified a large number of orc tribes and subdued them. One follower after another, he could have become the king in the rocky land, but he didn't. Instead, he endured for more than two years, until the ancient red dragon appeared, until the opportunity to fight the goblins came.

He seized this most precious opportunity and signed a contract with the vengeful ancient red dragon. He became the biggest winner of the goblin war, and his tribe occupied a fertile land. Wine and meat, everyone has enough days for females to enjoy.

But that's not enough, not nearly enough.

Tujin has always had a dream: he wants to see orc banners planted in every human city, he wants to see every orc have an earring made of elf ears, and he wants every dwarf fortress to be in its own Fallen in his hands, he hoped that his name could be bound to the race of orcs and make the orcs great again.

This is an opportunity!
All the orcs had joined the battle, and Tujin knew that as long as he could win this war, he could fight for the tribe for several more years. As long as he could keep Arabel, the orcs could go from one glory to another.

But now... Father God, Mother God, have you really abandoned us?

Tookin couldn't help thinking.

Is a future without gods the future that orcs want?
Tujin didn't know, but this orc khan never pinned all his hopes on the gods. Seeing the transparent ancestor souls disappearing one by one, Tujin was very anxious, but he was not like other orcs Panicked, on the contrary, he was even more violent, attacking and forcing Ms. Lauer back.

Even if he died, Tujin made up his mind to tell the whole world through his own life.

Orc life is life!
Orcs are never only fit to live in desert grasslands!Woodlands, hills, plains, islands, and river valleys are also the territory that orcs should have!

The mortal world is the hunting ground bestowed upon us by Gruumsh. How dare you resist mere prey?
The Great Khan's demeanor was determined, and the soaring momentum also made the orcs barely stabilize the situation.

This is the khan, this is our khan!

Khan is still fighting!

As long as Tujin still stands on the battlefield, the courage of the orcs will never disappear. The elite orc infantry tried their best to stop the decline. They formed a solid shield wall to protect Tujin no matter what.

But the orcs are losing.

Because only the orcs are still struggling to maintain their morale, and the followers are already defeated!
The great chief of the gnolls, the wretched-faced Koudick, was already telling his troops to retreat. He continued to growl, "Quickly retreat, quickly retreat~ Yeenoghu! The war has been lost! We are here to die!"

"Quickly retreat, retreat~"

"Woooooooooo~" The hobgoblin chief's horn sounded, and the hobgoblins, bear goblins, and goblins immediately responded to the horn sound, and retreated from the battlefield wave after wave.

Then there are ogres, trolls, and the orc army once seemed unbreakable, but with the reversal of the battlefield situation, after only a few minutes, the orc army has fallen into a numerical disadvantage!

They are losing.

"Khan, what should we do?"

"My khan, what shall we do?"

"Khan, let's retreat. These human shrimps also suffered heavy losses. We don't want this city at all. We can retreat to the mountains, to the desert, to the desert. Sooner or later, we will come back again."

The great swordsman from Yinafu and the shaman from Rusek persuaded him one after another.

Tujin hesitated. The Great Khan of the orcs knew that his efforts would be in vain if he withdrew. Let alone a few years, it would be difficult for him to return to this land in his lifetime.

Is this the fate of the orcs?

Tujin stared at the priest girl holding high the silver eight-pointed star battle flag and shouting loud slogans with eyes full of hatred, and hammered the ground vigorously.

"withdraw!"

"Command, white hand, dispatch!"

Tujin finally decided to retreat, and the history of the tribe could not end here.

And following his orders, some weird orcs appeared in the orc formation. These orcs had pustules all over their bodies, and the sores on their bodies continuously shed turbid pus. They opened their mouths, revealing that they had no tongue The mouth and the constantly dripping foul-smelling liquid, his hands covered with white ash, made intermittent sounds from the depths of his throat.

A taboo among orcs, the white hand of Yordrath, the god of death and sickness.

In the culture of the orcs, the young babies born in each clan will be dedicated to the white hands. If the white hands feel that they can be cultivated, they will be left behind. The white hands themselves are the symbols of the plague. Rituals and burial after death.

The White Hands of Yodros are not welcomed by Gruumsh, the orc god, nor are they eligible to join Gruumsh's underworld army. The orcs fear them, but need them.

And now, the White Hands of Yodrath offer their last strength to the Horde. These shamans stride into the battlefield, their bodies inflating one by one like balloons and exploding, stinking balls of ichor. The water splashed and the yellow-green poisonous mist scattered in all directions, forcing the human coalition forces to stop their advance.

These shamans, who were feared by the orcs themselves, used their lives to cover Tujin's retreat!

Because they knew that the unity of the entire Arabel orc tribe rested on Tujin alone!
However, even so, Tu Jin failed to leave smoothly.

In the poisonous fog, something came.

Tookin saw one of his guards cut down, his arm severed at the shoulder, and the armored orc fell to the ground screaming.

Another Inafu great swordsman was hit in the face by a huge metal gauntlet, and fell to the ground staggeringly.A two-handed long knife pierced his breastplate, and he was lifted aloft, then flung from the blade with a contemptuous wave.

Half-orc Doherty came, carrying the wrath of Khorne, he was like a demigod, cutting through a path in the orc line, his body spun repeatedly, like a perpetual motion machine, killing him while the orcs were retreating in panic. There was a gap, and his blade was like the wind, and the swirling vortex blew away the dense fog caused by the self-explosion of the white hands.

Then, Dougherty started spinning.

The whirlwind of blades directly blocked Tujin's path, and he turned the orc's retreat route into a processing factory for orc meat sausages.

It's the Orc!It's the orc again!

Tujin swears that he will not curse this orc in any language, by any magic, by any means!
This half-orc has been killed from the beginning of the war to the present, and the number of soldiers who died in his hands is definitely more than a hundred, which has caused huge troubles for the orcs.

Why?Why do you serve the enemies of the orcs, why, why does this guy side with the humans?Don't you know that only we can truly bring orcs their own glory?

Tookin was tempted to question the "beast fry," but he soon found himself surrounded as Dougherty slowed their retreat and stopped in front of them.

The light of several magic arrows flashed, and the two guards in front of Tujin were pierced by the arrows and died.

The snow elf brothers and sisters Leierta and Ivana also joined the battle. They followed behind Millman Raul, watching the orcs with contempt and hatred. Their minds were already enjoying the joy of slaughtering orcs.

Countess Arabel looked at the orc Khan in the dark with a smirk: "Tujin, how did you escape?"

"Our duel is not over yet!"

The Orc Khan was furious. He swung his weapon, cut a falcon guard in half, and pushed away the heavy shield of a Phoenix soldier. The extraordinary weapon tore through the air, gathered the light, and tore apart the structure of reality.

The bone spear passed through the chest of the first knight like paper, piercing him.Swinging back, Tujin drove the blade deep into the armored chest of another Phoenix Guard, lifting the desperate soldier high into the air and throwing him and his weapon over his shoulders.

The Great Khan of the Orcs was unstoppable, but his guards became fewer and fewer, and the line became thinner and thinner, until he was surrounded in the middle.

The spear pierced Tujin's body, and he staggered, but refused to fall to the ground. The machete in his hand chopped down a falcon guard and cut it in two. Even the Khan's saber could not hold up too much in the face of a heavy armored unit. After a long time, the blade was quickly rolled.

Two blades pierced him from under his armpit, stunned Tuggin, and with the curly-bladed machete he felled them both again, his dark eyes searching for escape in vain, like a head The trapped beast, knowingly desperate, is still stubborn.

Relying on master-level strength, Tujin killed wave after wave of enemies, but every time the human allied forces charged, new scars would be added to his body.

One spear, two spears, one sword, two swords, three swords.

Arrows, bolts, stones, magic.

There were more and more wounds on his body, and there were fewer and fewer orcs around him. When the last guard fell, a group of Phoenix Legion soldiers held him with a shield and took seven or eight spears and pierced him through the gaps in the shield. Tujin was finally forced to kneel down.

Seeing Doherty approaching quickly, Tujin said bitterly: "Gruumsh curses you! You bastard!"

"Geumsh?" Doherty gestured with a long knife in both hands, and the half-orc sword master said disdainfully: "I have already served for a more powerful existence."

After finishing speaking, Doherty was about to swing a knife to take off Tujin's head.

Coiled arrows!
The orcs were only halfway through the action, and the Snow Elf brothers and sisters started to do it. A entangled arrow made Doherty tied in place. The soldiers quickly stepped aside, and Millman Lauer appeared in front of Tujin again. She looked at her enemy proudly and ferociously: "Do you have any last words?"

"It's a pity that I failed to kill you last time, but my death will not be the end." Tujin said disdainfully: "This is just the beginning, and you will understand that the orcs will always resist and plunder you until the end of this land." Only when the last drop of blood of the last orc on the land is shed will you be truly victorious."

"Then, let's do this." Millman-Raul nodded comfortably and enjoyed Tukin's last words. Countess Arabelle screamed. With the eye sockets in place, the blade of the sword sank deeply into the eye sockets of the orc Great Khan, and everyone could hear the rattling sound of the sword point colliding with the skull.

But Ms. Raul was not satisfied, she continued to push the blade and twisted the hilt vigorously, and the ranger of Timora released his remaining magic power in one go.

Two milky white fluids mixed with yellow and red sprayed out from Tujin's nostrils, and the eternal light in the eyes of the orc Khan disappeared.

he died.

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In the orc camp, Aaron had already heard cheers from a distance and the sound of the orcs fleeing.

The Son of Chaos was unusually silent at this time. After repeated battles, the entire orc camp had been almost razed to the ground, and Tujin's camp had also collapsed. Disma searched it casually, but found nothing of value. , this is consistent with the impression that Tujin has always been sympathetic to the clansmen and does not take anything.

The power of Khorne has been opened, and this new power needs to be mastered by Aaron bit by bit.

Two totem poles fell, devouring the souls inside, one shattered and the other broke in two.

Skabrand was banished, and Gruumsh's attack left the eternal wanderer with nothing left.

Disma survived, his short sword and scimitar broken, proudly clutching his shotgun despite his wounds.

Eleanor was sent to the main battlefield by Aaron using a Tzeentch Frisbee, and Aaron poured all his miraculous power into the octagonal battle flag over there.

Samir was seriously injured, the magician almost died, and he was forced to hang his breath. After Aaron arrived, Aaron could not do much. He released a life healing magic for Samir, but it didn't seem to be effective. good.

Aaron found a slightly higher place. In the darkness, he could barely make out the battlefield in the distance.

The orcs are over, but human beings also sacrificed a lot. Arabel took it back, but all this is just the beginning. It will take three years or more to restore the land that was ruined by the orcs for a year. The blood of humans and orcs has watered the land. A piece of land, human beings finally regained the ownership here, but...

too many sacrifices...

Aaron watched the battlefield silently, and above his head, the moonlight that symbolized the Silver Virgin Suren was shining.

too much pain...

Aaron recalled his conversation with the Emperor. At this moment, he finally understood the painstaking efforts of the Lord of Humanity.

Sacrifice is the cornerstone of human existence, blood is the fertile soil for the growth of human civilization, and the battle will never end. Although the sky is always full of darkness, in the hearts of human beings, the dawn will never fade away. We eagerly look forward to the day when human beings can enjoy Happiness and peace, but before that, humanity must first survive.

And that, is what sacrifice is all about.

"Is this what you want to tell me? The Emperor?" Aaron raised his head and looked at the sky. He felt new power surging in his heart, and Khorne's breathing could be faintly heard, but he was no longer scared.

Because he has turned this curse into strength!

The torches got closer and closer, and a group of soldiers approached the orc camp. They saw Aaron, and Aaron looked at them, and the two sides were silent.

A few seconds later, Aaron raised his fist and shouted loudly.

"Today...is a victory for mankind!"

"We won! We won, we won, we won~"

The roar of the army was deafening, and the soldiers chanted their promises, praising Aaron and his squad, beating the ground with the hilts of their weapons:
"Yeah yeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

Sorry for being late, I was too hurt yesterday.