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Big tears fell from Frederick's face. The baron nodded, galloped away from here, and the greenskins, although displeased, did not stop him.
What no one knew was that Frederick had no intention of escaping, and the Baron instead headed directly east.
Face to face, face to face, the two opponents Karl Franz and Wogaz Ironjaw studied each other for a few seconds. All the fighting around them seemed to have stopped, and a sense of silence unnaturally fell on the battlefield.
All eyes were pointed at the two warriors.
"Emperor of Xiami? Come here, I'll pull off your hood and I'll slap you in the face!"
"Dirty bastards, go back to your bad land, this is the Holy Empire!"
They will have a championship showdown here.
The winner will win this war, while the loser will become a footnote in history.
The divine hammer Gal-Malaz in the emperor's hand burned brightly, and the silver seal on his chest shone brightly.
The ax of Wogaz-Ironjaw is longer than Karl Franz's height, and its whole body is shrouded in a mysterious green force field. It is this force field that makes Gelt's ultimate alchemy ineffective on it. Emperor
Not only do I think about it in my mind, what is this mysterious green force field?
A moment of distraction allowed Wogaz-Ironjaw to seize the opportunity. It pounced on its enemy with incredible swiftness. Compared to its huge height, its steps were incredibly agile, and it roared with a waaagh.
In the middle, a huge battle ax struck down vertically, vowing to split the emperor in half with one blow!
The emperor, whose strength was only that of a high-level legend, had to face a high-level green-skinned warlord from the sanctuary. He could only rely on the instinct left in his body when he studied in the military academy and served in the army in his early years to fight against Wogaz-Ironjaw.
The emperor raised his shield and blocked the warlord's giant axe. The huge force coming from the shield made Karl-Franz secretly groan. The emperor knew very well that if it weren't for the divine hammer Gale-Malaz could kill him ten times.
Strengthen your own strength, this one stroke is enough to kill him!
Gal Maraz is so powerful. Among the emperors of the past empires, as long as their force value is acceptable, they can often have the ability to fight across an entire class if they pick up this hammer.
The shield branded with dwarven runes using fine iron still shattered suddenly, and its remaining strength was enough to make Karl Franz's body tilt uncontrollably. It seemed that the emperor was wide open, and the warlord couldn't help but chuckle.
, it immediately took a step forward, raised its shield, and prepared to slam the emperor in the face!
However, Gal Maraz gave the emperor unparalleled strength enhancement. He continued the momentum just now and let his body retreat. Instead, he clenched the war hammer with both hands and let the war hammer make a beautiful diagonal downward swing and hit the warlord in the face.
, the power of this blow made the warlord howl in pain, its entire face was completely deformed, the green muscles vibrated back and forth like ripples, and six teeth including a large fang flew out of its mouth!
This blow used up all the strength of the emperor. He took the opportunity to distance himself from the warlord. The warlord touched his hammered face and felt how many teeth he had lost. It was the most primitive in the past.
His instinct was to rush over even more fiercely.
The battle resumed, and this time neither side had any backup plan. In the hands of the emperor, the divine hammer Gal-Malaz was as powerful and violent as if the Emperor had reappeared in the world, and the ax in the hands of the warlord seemed to have been manipulated.
Brother guides me like a general, attacking the emperor's elbow at every turn
, without stopping for a moment, everyone stopped fighting and watched the championship showdown. This was a rare practice among greenskins and humans. The emperor's figure was like golden light, flickering, while the warlord's figure was like
The dark green thick fog is very oppressive.
"Dang!" After seven minutes, the emperor couldn't hold on anymore. He gasped for air. He felt that his arms were as heavy as two ten thousand iron ingots. His forehead started to sweat first, then
From no sweating to weak sweating, many parts of his body emitted violent alarm sounds. Facing the warlord's attack, even the slightest scratch was enough to leave a piece of Karl Franz's body as big as a bowl.
of bruises.
He is a mortal after all.
The Emperor began to lose his strength gradually. From 50% to 30% to 70% to 300%, then to the warlord's eight attacks, he could only fight back twice, and then to ten attacks, he could only fight back once. The greenskins became more and more courageous as they fought, and the Emperor kept fighting.
retreat.
From birth to now, Karl Franz has never hated his weakness so much. His consciousness gradually dulled, his body gradually became numb, his strength left him, and the torn organs in his body made his mouth full of
It smells like rust.
That's it, is it over?
The emperor was hit by an axe. The hammer helped him block the axe, but it failed to block the terrible force. He fell out and fell to the ground a few meters away. He turned over almost subconsciously but never stood up again.
If you can't get up, you can only kneel down on one knee.
At the last moment of his life, Karl Franz suddenly had several questions in his mind.
He doesn't understand why he lost?
Why? Is it because the empire’s army is insufficient in number? Is it because the empire’s technology is not developed enough? Is it because the empire’s warriors are not brave enough?
It makes no sense. At the Black Fire Pass more than 2,000 years ago, the combined army of the twelve tribes led by Charlemagne had less than 20,000 people in total, but we had more than 40,000 people!
At that time, human beings drank blood and cultivated by slashing and burning. Except for a few weapons and equipment of the dwarves, most of them only had cloth and leather armor, and even went into battle with their upper bodies naked. Most of them didn't even have a hard bow. Now the empire's army is fully equipped with muskets, muskets,
There are quite a few artillery pieces and even steam tanks.
So there are too many green skins? No, the scale of the green skins at that time was much larger than here!
But why, why do we fail here?
The emperor suddenly understood as he looked at the warlord who was walking quickly, taking out the scimitar from his arms and preparing to cut off his head.
Because we have lost our faith, our race has lost its blood, and our culture has had problems in its long history. When did humans only know how to rely on guns and artillery to fight? When did we start to lose our blood and courage?
That group of savages who looked down upon the world disappeared from the old world and turned into a brother country that was always passively beaten, divided, and ridiculed all day long?
Civilization has given mankind too many benefits, but barbarism always defeats civilization.
Why?
A few steps away, the green-skinned warlord's muscles were like a mountain. The sun shone on its face. Vorgaz-Ironjaw laughed wildly and strode forward. The imperial troops who saw this scene burst into tears.
The emperor really wanted to accept his ending calmly, but he found that he couldn't.
So the emperor could only force himself to continue thinking.
Is barbarism destined to defeat civilization, or is civilization itself losing to barbarism as it continues to regress?
Also, why can humans despise greenskins? Have pride and prejudice destroyed the enterprising spirit of the Imperial people?
If I can regain the enterprising spirit of this challenger, if I can be as powerful as Charlemagne, I will definitely be able to defeat the enemy and save my country and my people, just like two thousand years ago!
After twenty or thirty years, once again, the emperor prayed to the gods and humans with great piety in his heart.
O great Charlemagne, founder of empires, savior, Goblin Slayer, Carolingian king, hammer of heroes, uniter and unifier of mankind.
Please give me the strength to continue fighting.
If you still love your people, if you still love your empire.
Please give me strength!
In the sky, thunder exploded, and a dazzling golden light tore out from the clouds in the sky.
This change did not attract everyone's attention. Only the emperor himself suddenly felt that some kind of supreme existence had answered his prayers. For the first time in more than fifty years, his prayers had been answered seriously.
The emperor's thoughts before his death were truthfully passed on to the supreme being, who praised his successor for finally seeing through the essence.
Over the past two thousand years, the Supreme Being has received countless such prayers.
This time, due to the extreme instability of the maelstrom caused by the violent wind of chaos and the successive failures of the great guardians, he was finally able to respond to his followers.
This time, the emperor's sincere prayers were not ignored.
Just when the warlord was about to raise the butcher's knife, the emperor suddenly felt a coldness all over his body, and powerful, golden lightning power poured into the emperor's body from Gale Maraz's hammer handle. Karl Franz couldn't help but
Understanding why all this happened, he no longer felt tired. On the contrary, in his limbs and bones, infinite divine power enveloped the emperor, and some supreme being gave him power.
"Huh?" The green-skinned warlord was stunned for a moment. He looked at the emperor blankly, and saw that Karl Franz's appearance changed in the eyes of the green-skinned warlord. He was now a young man with scattered brown hair.
With long hair, face painted, wild and full of energy, wearing only underpants, he suddenly became an extremely brave middle-aged man. He stood like an ancient god of war among hundreds of thousands of spiked boys, unstoppable.
Why is this big guy with a hammer...
After a while, Karl Franz's appearance changed into that of an old man. His temples were slightly frosted, like a lying old dragon, full of wisdom and dignity. He said nothing, but his throne was high in the temple.
Up, it has overwhelmed thousands of troops and horses.
"???" Wogaz-Ironjaw was dumbfounded, and the green-skinned warlord looked at all this with confusion. Then, the emperor's face changed again, and now a barbarian appeared in front of it, holding Gael-Mara.
Zi, his muscles are bulging and full of strength. His height is only slightly taller than Karl Franz, but his momentum is completely different. He is like a giant, more powerful and more savage.
"Why don't you leave this to me..." The green-skinned warlord subconsciously wanted to ridicule, but when it saw Barbarian's face, its words stopped abruptly.
That is a picture engraved deep in the green skin's DNA. More than two thousand years ago, it was this barbarian. He was with a group of barbarians and a beard. The memory deep in his soul was revived. It was exactly the same. The warhammer, everything was exactly the same.
.
Before this barbarian, the old world was a paradise for greenskins. The powerful barbarian tribes defeated the orcs in war, conquered the vast and fertile plains, and drove them into the desolate and ruined mountains.
"No! No! No! You are not him, no!" The warlord retreated in fear. It had never experienced such a level of fear in its life. Wogaz-Ironjaw retreated subconsciously, it was frightened.
"Go back to where you belong, disgusting green guy!" The ancient Carolingian tribal language spat out from Karl Franz's mouth, and golden lightning shot out from the emperor's eyes. He rose up again, Gael-
Malaz burns.
At this moment, on the battlefield, under the gaze of everyone, Karl Franz broke through the legendary barrier and was promoted to the Holy Realm.
The emperor, who had been stagnant at the high level of legend for more than ten years, made a breakthrough in an instant.
The golden halo around him spread out around him more and more dazzlingly, as if the entire Black Fire Pass was shrouded in a radiant curtain. The twin-tailed flames wrapped around him. He was now full of momentum and high in fighting spirit.
It's him! It's him! It's him! It's the barbarian! The warlord's soul trembled under the emperor's radiant figure. It kept trying to retreat. That was the fear deep in the DNA. Before he appeared, the green skin had never
suffered such a failure.
In an instant, the offensive and defensive momentum was reversed. Karl Franz felt his power. He let the mysterious instinct drive his attack. The same indescribable brilliance shone on Gael Maraz. Hammerhead
With the blast, the green-skinned warlord's armor was instantly blown to pieces. Then the emperor raised his war hammer high, and a golden lightning struck from the sky, knocking the warlord to the ground.
In just five seconds, Karl Franz felt that this mysterious power was quickly disappearing. In the hallucination, a majestic figure with a golden helmet, golden robe and brown beard smiled at him, and then returned.
Where he should have been.
"The Empire, live forever!" The Emperor shouted violently, grabbed the tail of His power, gathered up his last bit of strength, and swung the war hammer. This time, he devoutly shouted out the name of that supreme being.
"For Charlemagne! For the Empire!"
The flames of the twin-tailed comet on the hammer of Gail-Malaz rushed towards his face, and the head of the hammer hit Wogaz-Ironjaw's head.
The warlord's skull shattered and his brains exploded, splashing all over Karl Franz.
"You... are not... him!" the warlord issued his last words.
"I am Karl Franz! Many people like to call me, Emperor!"
The warlord fell.
The greenskins were panicked, and the black orcs were stunned. The big guys ran away in fear after seeing the emperor's phantom. With the fall of the big greenskin warlord, the greenskin army was leaderless. They began to fall into chaos. Some black orcs
The leader and the greenskin warlord tried to take over command, but this obviously took time.
At this moment, Karl Franz suddenly felt something, and he turned his attention to the east.
A deep and majestic horn sound came from the east, and heavy and neat footsteps joined the battlefield accompanied by a golden throne. Four dwarf warriors used shields to carry the throne. Behind the throne, there were thousands of eternal guards, and more
The dwarf army.
Frederick was riding the pure-blood elf war horse Voltaire, standing next to the throne. He said to the Supreme King on the throne: "Your Majesty, the Supreme King, look! I promised you that the Godfather and the others did not lose!
They are still fighting alone!”
"Humans and dwarves will fight together, just like they did more than two thousand years ago! They fought well, and now it is our turn." High King Thorgrim-the Grudgebearer raised the Ax of Grimnir in his hands
, he nodded calmly: "Dwarf!"
"Yes!" A thunderous response echoed across Blackfire Pass.
"To support our allies! For Gruni, for Karaz-a-Kharak!"