Your war hammer is too fake

But it's all worth it, Jin Huizhi, the warlock who led the warband, believed so. Although he didn't understand why the Blood God suddenly showed miracles frequently and asked believers to offer their most precious skulls, as if he wanted to give them as gifts to a mysterious god - it was said to be called "Killer Whale God"? In any case, the servants of the Lord of Change seized this opportunity. When the stars revealed that a bloody battle was about to come to the province of Wesile, the followers of Tzeentch took action.

Huang Hu was undoubtedly a perfect target. Jin Huizhi did not think that this Chosen One of Khorne was strong enough to defeat Long Zi, but his appearance did provide a perfect opportunity, so that the actions of the Tzeentch Cult were covered by the war: even those damned black crows did not realize that when the province of Wesile was involved in the war and had to concentrate its forces to deal with this sudden Chaos invasion, someone was busy collecting Warpstone everywhere in the Warpstone Desert.

It is not advisable to directly steal the dimensional stone stock of Shangyang Secret Sect. Not to mention whether it is possible or not, it is very likely to expose one's own intentions; but if you want to rob those black-clad rats of Clan Aisin, then no one will care at all.

In order to gather the refined warpstones needed for the ritual, a shadowy war broke out between the followers of Tzeentch and the Skaven, with heavy casualties on both sides. Even Jin Huizhi's mentor and the former master of the warband was unfortunately killed by the Weeping Sword. Of course, Jin Huizhi himself provided a little bit of insignificant help in this process, after all, that old man had been the leader of the warband for too long.

Perhaps it was because of the sweetness that came after suffering, or perhaps it was the fickle favor of the Changers that finally fell upon him. After becoming the leader of the new war gang, Jin Huizhi pushed the plan forward to the last step smoothly as if with divine help: the attention of the Weixi Tianjun was completely attracted by Huang Hu, and the troops of the central provinces were also pinned down by those Split-Toes.

Xinwu's altar is about to be completed, and the offerings are already in place. The ceremony is about to begin, and the nearest Zhendan army will not arrive for at least nine days. Even if a few flying troops come, they will not be able to shake the heavy defenses set up by the Zhan Gang in Xinwu. Even if the worst happens, Yuan Bo transforms into his true form and flies over in person, Jin Huizhi has a way to hold him back until the ceremony is completed, although the cost of doing so is a bit high...

"Silver Tower..." The Tzeentchian sorcerer whispered the word in a voice that only he could hear.

As long as he thought of the powerful weapon that Jianqi showed him in the revelation, Jin Huizhi firmly believed that even if he had to face the almighty Dragon God, it would definitely be the one who laughed last. Admittedly, that thing was not enough to defeat a Dragon God, but it would definitely be enough to hold Yuan Bo back for a while. Once the ritual was completed, Jianqi's divine power would tear a crack in Xinwu, enough to allow the power of the Chaos Demon Realm to directly invade the mortal world.

At that time, what would it matter even if the Dragon God himself came?

"Sir," when Jin Huizhi was daydreaming about the bright future after the success of the plan, a subordinate came over, "All the instruments and treasures needed for the altar have been laid out, and the sacrifices are also ready."

"Yes." Jin Huizhi nodded in a reserved manner. It raised its head, and its single eye, which took up most of its face, looked through the observation hole on the helmet at the bright white moon in the sky. It did not retract its gaze until the best time revealed by the stars finally arrived, and then it said, "The time has come, let's start."

The long-prepared sacrificial ceremony began. The first thing offered to Tzeentch was the refined dimensional stone. Without the lengthy process of guiding and gathering the wind of magic, almost half a ton of refined dimensional stone broke free of their material form in the blink of an eye under the effect of the ceremony, and turned back into the purest wind of magic, and then was bound around the altar by secret methods and spells.

Then came the ninety-nine and eighty-one dragonborn sacrifices. To avoid any accidents, under Jin Huizhi's instruction, all the dragonborn sacrifices were tortured to their last breath before the ceremony began. Now they could only be dragged onto the altar by the Chaos Warriors like a pool of rotten meat and placed in a specific position according to a specific orientation.

They are not dead yet, but they might as well be dead. The torture that Tzeentch's followers inflicted on them was not simply abuse, but in the process, their souls were branded with the mark of Chaos, making their souls completely controlled by the Dark God and unable to be taken away by any means - it is said that this was a request from Tzeentch himself. Tzeentch did not explain the reason, and none of the followers dared to ask.

Even if the Lord of the Holy Scripture came, all he could do was give them eternal sleep.

Holding the ritual silver dagger with chaos runes engraved on the blade, Jin Huizhi came to the altar and cut the throat of the first sacrifice with his own hands. When the blood of mortals containing the blood of the true dragon began to flow, the silver moon in the sky turned green in the blink of an eye, and the light of the evil moon illuminated the ruins of the ancient city, and every shadow behind the ruins spasmed unnaturally.

Ghosts appeared in droves on the streets, and demons appeared with wild laughter. The Chaos Warriors watched the ongoing ceremony in silence, while the mutant slaves were completely unconcerned about the chaotic scene. The latter, who were finally allowed to rest, lay on the ground in all directions, with increasingly bizarre scenes reflected in their empty pupils.

The dragonborn were killed one by one like animals in a slaughterhouse, and the evil moon hanging high in the sky became more and more dazzling. Finally, Jin Huizhi walked to the last sacrifice, stretched out his hand to grab the other's hair and lifted him up. The ritual silver dagger that had killed eighty dragonborn was getting closer and closer to the throat of the remaining sacrifice -

A sharp whistling sound came from far away, it was the crystallization of the military technology of Zhendan from another world. The Tzeentchian Warlock looked up in astonishment, and his body instinctively pulled the last Dragonborn sacrifice and blocked it in front of him.

The next moment, the shock wave of the explosion engulfed Jin Huizhi and the altar.

……

Note 1: Chi'an-Chi is the name for Jianqi used by the people of Zhendan in the old Zhendan system.

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Chapter 386: Turning the World Upside Down (Part 2)

Eight screams fell to the earth one after another.

The Chaos Altar and the remains of the victims collapsed in the shockwave, the burning shrapnel tore bones and knocked away the magic tools, and the smoke and dust covered the entire sacrifice site. Before the dust settled, Jin Huiyi pushed away the charred remains of the Dragonborn, supported his buzzing head, and stood up shakily from the ground.

It was originally the last sacrifice prepared for the ritual, and it blocked the most fatal attack for the Tzeentchian sorcerer. The mutated body blessed by the Dark God, the Chaos Armor that could resist ordinary musket bullets, and most importantly, the amulet "inherited" from the mentor, allowed Jin Huizhi to survive successfully, and he was not even seriously injured.

“Damn it, where are my troops?!” The angry roar of the warband leader briefly drowned out the screams of the slaves who were too close to the altar and were unfortunately affected by the explosion: “Waste, good-for-nothings, idiots! How dare you let the enemy get so close?!”

"From the sky, sir!" A flag bearer holding a human skin battle flag rushed over: "The attack comes from the sky!"

The sickly green halo of the evil moon was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye, along with the ghosts and demons that were about to fill the ruins of the city. However, Jin Huizhi was no longer able to care about such trivial matters. Following the direction pointed by the flag bearer, the Tzeentchian sorcerer looked up at the sky with his one eye that almost occupied half of his face. Two small black dots were looming in the evening sunset, and a group of Tzeentchian doomsday knights were rushing past from the side.

Jin Huizhi didn't know what that thing was, he only knew that it was this thing that ruined his carefully prepared ceremony. The main force of the war gang was deployed outside the city, and there were only hundreds of Chaos Warriors in Xinwu City responsible for supervising the slaves. Naturally, these people in the city were Jin Huizhi's true descendants. After all, he had not been in power for long, and the way he came to power was still under discussion, so his position was not stable.

The warband troops outside the city were gathering, and this was the only thing they could do. Chaos followers had almost no decent long-range means other than magic, and even if they did, they might not be able to use them against the air, and now the warband's only flying unit had already rushed over. The Chaos Warriors were annoyed and thought that now the honor would go to those arrogant Doom Knights -

A red sun suddenly rose from one of the small black dots, and endless red magic-destroying light splashed in all directions. The burning pain that went straight to the soul made many Chaos Warriors turn their heads away and use their arms to block in front of them. As for those Doomsday Knights who stepped on the Tzeentch Demon Disc and rushed straight towards the enemy, the vehicles under their feet began to scream as soon as they touched the red light.

Even though this thing doesn't have a mouth at all and its appearance doesn't look like a living creature at all.

Under Jin Huizhi's gaze, these subordinates that he had worked so hard to subdue were dying in an extremely aggrieved way: all the Tzeentch discs that were illuminated by the red light were out of control without exception. These half-demon constructs from the realm of chaos rolled violently, completely ignoring any orders from their master. The Knights of Doom fell from the discs with their hands and feet dancing, and finally fell to the ground with a slap, turning into a pile of broken spam, the kind with canned skins.

"Let everyone retreat back to the city, let the warlock cast a spell to cover the brothers' retreat!" Although he didn't trust these men who didn't obey him, Jin Huizhi still couldn't watch his army being slaughtered. With almost no anti-air capabilities, exposing the main force of the war gang in the open was purely giving the enemy credit.

As for magic? The Chaos Altar had been severely damaged and could no longer contain the huge amount of magic power that had gathered. The massive amount of magic wind provided by the half-ton of dimensional stone was on the verge of getting out of control. Jin Huizhi didn't dare to risk casting a spell at this time, and his Chaos Warlocks also thought so... Wait, where's the magic wind?

Until this time, Jin Huizhi's brain, which was filled with rage over the failure of the ritual, finally realized after calming down a little that, in his magical senses, the wind of magic did not seem to be out of control?

Cold sweat began to form on the forehead of the Tzeentchian sorcerer. Under the somewhat confused gaze of the flag bearer, Jin Huizhi's neck turned towards the altar with difficulty like a rusted machine. The huge single eye that the Lord of Change had given it to be able to see the wind of magic directly, clearly saw that those winds of magic were being tightly restrained.

Jin Huizhi desperately tried to break the spell that was taking shape rapidly, and it unsurprisingly failed. When the mind of the Tzeentch warlock extended outward and touched the majestic wind of magic, it saw a cold moon in a trance; the next moment, the cold moon turned into a dull killer whale.

The warband leader's body froze for a moment, and the huge single eye that represented Tzeentch's favor and blessing suddenly lost all its luster and was quickly covered with a layer of white film. Then it convulsed all over and spat out a large mouthful of blue blood.

Jin Huizhi became blind. Not only did he lose his physical vision, but his second vision, which was the prerequisite for a spellcaster, was also severely damaged. He didn't know if he would be able to recover in the future, but at least for now he had lost most of his spellcasting abilities, because he could hardly feel the wind of magic.

It wanted its men to quickly lead it to retreat, but its tongue and mouth refused to obey. It heard explosions from afar, as well as the Chaos Warriors' unwilling roars. It could feel itself being dragged away, until the burning pain from the magic-breaking red light finally disappeared, and the person dragging it stopped.

Some kind of liquid was poured into Jin Huizhi's mouth, and the power contained in it quickly took effect, trying its best to repair its body that had been severely damaged simply because it "saw" something it shouldn't have seen.

"...Sir?" It heard someone shouting at it.

"I'm still alive." Jin Huizhi turned his head towards the direction where the voice came from. He could not see anything, and the whole world was only boundless darkness: "Are the brothers still resisting?"

"Everyone is arguing next door about whether to flee," the voice replied. "It seems that the enemy is only in the sky. No one is seen on the ground."

"Isn't that enough?" Jin Huizhi asked. As soon as he finished speaking, the same whistling sound as at the beginning came from far away, followed by the explosion of the abandoned house and the people hiding inside, which were sent to the sky.

Before his men could answer, Jin Huizhi heard the sound of armored boots hurriedly stepping on the floor, the friction between armor plates, and curses mixed with accents from all over the world. He thought it was someone from within the warband who opposed him, and was ready to take this opportunity to attack him, but he heard those voices gradually fade away, sounding very hurried, like...

...It's like running away.

Jin Huizhi was startled. "Help me up!" The Tzeentchian sorcerer shouted to the only subordinate who was still waiting beside him, "Leave here quickly, go anywhere! I... <chaos curse>, what kind of spell is this?!"

The next moment, endless white light, with the original Chaos Altar as the center, dispelled the dusky yellowness and bathed the entire city in warm light. This light spread in all directions like a wave, magically penetrating all obstacles, washing every corner of Xinwu without leaving any gaps, and completely annihilating those filthy things rooted in the ruins.

Even though his magic senses were almost lost, Jin Huizhi could still feel the mighty force coming towards him. Even if he was given the fastest flying manticore, he would not be able to escape before the white light engulfed him.

"Holy Tzeentch!" The Tzeentchian sorcerer screamed like a champion of Slaanesh being passionately embraced by a Great Unclean One: "Silver Tower, hurry! I am willing to give up everything I have, hurry up and let the Silver Tower..." It coughed violently a few times. "As long as there is the Silver Tower..."

[No~] A voice whose gender, age, species, and tone were difficult to accurately describe appeared in Jin Huizhi's mind. [Now is not the time for Yinta to appear. This is a surprise I specially prepared for the killer whale god... Hehe... It must appear at the right time and in the right place~]

"No!!" Jin Huizhi only had time to let out a short scream before the white light completely engulfed him. When the endless light dissipated, nothing belonging to the fallen was left on the spot.

[This is part of the plan.] A voice said in the void. Then, the last trace of corruption left in the new weapon was completely purified, and the weak curtain was restored to its original state, isolating the power from another realm.

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Author's words: Reply to reader "Reader1659590858":

There is a person in the Warhammer community with the ID "Guangnan Yongren". He often translates Warhammer materials, both Medieval and 40K. How can I describe him? His output is quite high, but the quality is inversely proportional to his output. His translation level is very poor, basically between "machine translation" and "worse than machine translation", and he has no self-awareness at all. When someone says that his translation is not good, he feels that others are excluding him and bullying him. In short, he is such a person who is hard to describe. "Qing Bao Tian Zun" was created by Guangnan Yongren. God knows how he translated Chi'an-Chi into these four words. However, since Qing Bao Tian Zun fits our naming style for gods, this name has been spread.

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Transforming system units requires you to voluntarily surrender your soul, but the ownership of the souls of these sacrifices is no longer in their own hands, but in the hands of Tzeentch.

Chapter 387 Pendant

Yuanbo's style of doing things is cautious and very organized.

When An Jiyue temporarily left the main force and led two Swift-class frigates to attack Xinwu, Yuan Bo assigned three Dragonborn riders from Weijing Yi Lancer to accompany the friendly forces. This was both a surveillance and a witness, and also a part-time messenger. Once there was a situation in Xinwu, they could report it immediately.

After receiving the news that "the great event has been accomplished" from a dragon rider, Yuan Bo first sent the Agate Crows to Xinwu. With the help of the eyes of these supernatural beings born in Yin magic, the Lord of the Jade Court confirmed that Xinwu was indeed purified, and while ordering the army to camp and rest on the spot, he changed back to his original form and flew over as a dragon.

"…If we had taken even one deep breath a little later, the situation would have been irreversible. Fortunately, the Swift-class tracking rocket was a new model, and its range could just reach the altar." Standing on the Chaos Altar, which had lost all its supernatural powers and even had its iron Chaos Octagon shattered to the ground, An Jiyue introduced the situation to Yuan Bo. "Because the altar itself was damaged in the bombing, the Taixu Yuanli constrained by it was on the verge of losing control."

"This is both a danger and an opportunity. I took the opportunity to seize control of this Taixu Yuanli, and then used it to cast a spell to purify the evil spirits rooted in the earth veins. Because the Yuanli I seized was too much, even after casting such a spell, there was still a lot of unused energy left, so I made them into spirit stones. It's the pile over there."

Yulong looked in the direction of the governor's hand and saw that on a fairly flat ground, there was a layer of raised wooden boards at the bottom, and on top of it were piled up 10-centimeter-long cubes of "jade". As a real dragon, Yuan Bo's perception told him that each of these "jade" contained powerful energy and was extremely stable.

"So besides your 'Nine Provinces Barrier', is there another way to make spirit stones?" Yuan Bo asked this question naturally. His experience told him that the other party would answer.

"The earliest spiritual stones were made by alchemists themselves by gathering the power of the void. Because they were handmade, the quality of the spiritual stones varied from person to person, and the quality was even more unstable than the output. Later, after the Nine Provinces Boundary was established, 99% of the new spiritual stones acquired by the court each year were produced from the Boundary Tower. Not only was the output much higher than that of the alchemists themselves, but the product quality was also stable. However, high-quality spiritual stones can only be made by alchemists with profound magical powers, and the court will purchase them at a high price."

After hearing An Jiyue's words, Yuan Bo pondered for a while, then walked to the pile of spirit stones. The soldiers of the Shenzhou Fleet who were in charge of guarding these spirit stones suddenly became a little nervous, and had to look to their commander for help. Seeing the girl nodded slightly, they stepped aside and let Yulong reach out and pick up a spirit stone, holding it in front of him and examining it carefully.

"I am willing to exchange fifty kilograms of Kunlan crystal, two hundred square meters of moonwood, and three celestial lion cubs for half of the spiritual stones here," Yuan Bo put the spiritual stones back to their original place and said, "I wonder what An Jiedu thinks?"

"Okay." An Jiyue didn't know how much these things Yuan Bo was talking about were worth, just like the other party was not sure about the exact value of this batch of spiritual stones. But since Yulong had spoken, the governor would naturally not refuse.

After all, this was just a trivial matter. In contrast, the girl was quite curious about why the other party suddenly asked for the spirit stone: Among the many responsibilities that Yuan Bo shouldered, one of them was to supervise the many spellcasters under the rule of the Heavenly Dynasty. Logically speaking, he should not trust unfamiliar spells and spell creations.

So, is this some kind of gesture?

Just as An Jiyue was trying to figure out Yuan Bo's intention, she heard him say, "All matters in Xinwu have been resolved. More than 80% of the bandits and evil spirits entrenched in the Jinshen Desert have been eliminated in one battle. I don't think there will be any more troubles this year. However, my brother Zhaoming is leading the army to fight against the evil spirits. Although I am dissatisfied with his many rebellious and unruly actions, I cannot neglect official business because of personal friendship."

"I want to lead my troops to Shangyang. May I ask if An Jiedu can lend me a hand?"

Hearing this, An Jiyue pretended to think about it. The girl made a decision the moment she heard the request, but she still thought about it carefully for several times before answering: "My fleet will stay, and they will obey your command. I will go to Beichen myself to purify the corruption there. After all, this is my promise."

"Good. I will write a letter to Yinyin," Yuan Bo nodded. It seemed that An Jiyue's answer was within his expectations. "The Weijing Yi Lancers will escort An Jiedu to Weidong, and they will handle all matters along the way."

"Then let's say goodbye. I wish you a successful start and immediate success!"

……

[Admin#Xiao Yiyue: So, you really don't want to go see your stinky brother? ]

[Group leader #An Jiyue: She is not a dragon lady. What is there to see about a drug-addicted lunatic from the Outer Alchemy Sect? On your side, haven’t you started fighting with Asan yet? I checked the group chat history and Atum has already fought several times.]

[Atum: WAAAGH! ! ]

[Admin#Xiao Yiyue: I encountered a little unexpected situation here. Do you still remember Imrik? ]

[Group leader #An Jiyue: I remember. Didn't he send Finubar out on the Expedition of Atonement? Wait, has the situation in the Indian War changed? Has the winner been decided? I don't have time to read Jinyiwei's posts recently. ]

[Admin #Xiao Yiyue: I have checked the intelligence. At least so far, the war in Indy is still at a stalemate. The arrival of the Caledonian expeditionary force only stopped the defeat of the anti-Baladivar coalition. In addition, Dustan's channel intercepted an unconfirmed message. It is said that when the Caledonian expeditionary force arrived at Dawn Fortress, the local area was under attack by enemy forces from the Antarctic wasteland, and the Caledonians rescued them. Because the local defenders suffered a devastating blow in the battle and it would take time for the reinforcements to arrive from Ulthuan, the Caledonians had to leave most of their troops to assist in the defense. ]

【Group leader #An Jiyue: Then it makes sense that the Indian war has reached a stalemate. Even though they suffered heavy losses in the aerial battle at Fort Desolation, the military strength of these dragon lovers is still very impressive. Together with the high-elf army of the Eastern Colony and the Indian Rajas who oppose Baladivar, it is ridiculous that the three parties combined cannot deal with Baladivar... But what exactly do you mean by "unexpected situation"? 】

[Admin#Xiao Yiyue: Imrick came to challenge me. To be exact, I just beat him down.]

[Group leader #An Jiyue: ???]

Xiao Yiyue did not use text to explain, but turned on the live broadcast function. An Jiyue used her mind to enter the live broadcast room, and immediately saw a badly beaten Yaoxing Dragon and its equally badly beaten master lying in a place that looked like a parade ground. Outside the parade ground were crowded with onlookers from the Shuofang Army and local people.

"The outcome is decided. You lose," the girl heard Xiao Yiyue say, "Now, get out of my sight."

"... Feel proud as much as you can, Savage Monkey, because you defeated Imrik, the descendant of the great 'Dragon Tamer' Caledor." Imrik, with a bruised face, staggered to his feet, "But you have not, and will never be able to, defeat the Kingdom of Caledor! As I promised in advance, Caledor will give up revenge."

Several high elves who looked like servants ran over and tried to support the prince who couldn't even stand steadily, but were stopped by the prince with a stern look. "Hiss..." Imrik took a breath, and every bruise on his body was protesting against him. Even so, he still insisted on finishing what he wanted to say: "I will leave here, with shame and contempt. Write this as an honor in your family history, champion warrior of the wild monkey."

After saying that, the prince limped towards his mount, the Star Dragon Minasnir, which had been beaten twice as hard because it was much more resistant than its master. Looking at the wounds on his companion that had been cut by the rifle, Imrick, who had never cried out in pain when he was beaten, burst into tears in anger.

[Group leader #An Jiyue: So, what is going on? ]

[Admin #Xiao Yiyue: Isn't India at war? I used the old-fashioned weapons in stock to make a business. Anyway, those things are outdated and will be destroyed if left alone. As a result, this attracted the attention of the Caledonians. Objectively speaking, the high elves are really good at intelligence work. Their agents saw the grasshopper transport boat I sent to deliver the goods with their own eyes, and then Imrik abandoned the front line and the army, and went straight to Jingning alone, with a dragon, under the escort of a small fleet. ]

[Admin #Xiao Yiyue: After being intercepted by the patrolling grasshopper gunboat, this guy started to talk a lot of nonsense, basically saying that we, the Zhendan people, have no sense of honor, are barbaric and uncivilized, and have fallen into depravity. In the middle, some miscellaneous things happened, and in the end it became a one-on-one duel between me and this guy. If I win, he will announce on behalf of Caledor that he will give up revenge. If I lose, we must compensate the Caledor people for the losses in the previous war in the name of the Heavenly Court. ]

Xiao Yiyue didn't need to introduce what happened next, An Jiyue could imagine it completely. "The Morale Pendant of His Majesty Deathclaw" was just a joke. Even without Deathclaw, King Ka was still King Ka, and he could even take the opportunity to change to a more powerful mount (realistic); however, Imrik was really Minasnir's pendant. This man's strength was not even ranked among the famous high-elf warriors. An Jiyue suspected that this guy might not even be able to beat the Everqueen (Note 1)...

Even with Minasnir, Imrik is definitely not Xiao Yiyue's opponent. Among the existing Lords of the Holy Scripture, Xiao Yiyue's melee ability is second only to Aiwen, and his spellcasting ability is second only to An Jiyue. These three people are the three major combat power benchmarks of the Lords of the Holy Scripture, and they are not something that can be compared with mere pendants.

[Group leader #An Jiyue: Although we don't care about the revenge of the Kaledo people, it would be good to get these dragon lovers to stop bothering us and do more work. So you are leaving for the front line now? ]

[Administrator #Xiao Yiyue: I will go after Imrick leaves. Ah San is almost at the battlefield I have planned.]

[Group leader #An Jiyue: OK, I'll be on my way first. ]

……

Note 1: Alarielle had a record of fighting Hellebron without losing in ET.

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Author's words: Two days after I was discharged from the hospital, my mother dragged me to work... After dinner, I was so tired that I slept for a while, and then got up in the early morning to write and update. Sorry to have kept you waiting for so long.

Chapter 388: Battle!! (Part 1)

The Badlands, somewhere in the South.

Recently, the already bustling Badlands has become even busier: on the one hand, the news about the return of the floating city has spread wildly among the greenskin tribes of all sizes in the Badlands. Fuzrek's greatest work is itself an extremely powerful magical creation. The aftermath of its flight alone can stir up the wind of magic, forming a sign that is extremely conspicuous in the eyes of any spellcaster, so its return could not be concealed from the local residents from the beginning.

Many greenskin bosses and greenskin warlords thought this was a great opportunity to fight. According to the news from the greenskin pirates in Blackwater Bay, many outsiders have landed on the coast of the western Badlands recently. There are pointy ears in white and black clothes, big shrimps in animal skins and shiny canned shrimps. It is obvious that they are all heading for the floating city. At the same time, there are rumors in the eastern Badlands that a group of short guys living on the other side of the mountain are crossing the Death Pass.

The above forces are only those that have been noticed by the greenskins. There is no telling how many are acting in secret and have not been discovered. In any case, in order to compete for the ownership of the floating city, an ultimate melee is imminent, and this is exactly what creatures like greenskins love. It will take some time for the floating city to reach the place where it was built. Those foreign forces that want to compete for the floating city are still dormant and watching, and the large and small greenskin tribes in the badlands have started fighting among themselves.

In addition, the greenskin tribe living in the south of the Badlands, near the Land of Death, was pleasantly surprised to find that a group of super-powerful bone sticks had appeared from nowhere on their own chassis, and they set up camp on the land belonging to the greenskins in a show of force, showing off their long-term defense. Although both the orcs and goblins couldn't figure out how these bone sticks suddenly appeared in this place, that kind of problem was irrelevant to the greenskins, what was important was that there was a fight to be fought!