Chapter 287: The Last Light (XV)
The Chosen Champion slaughtered the monsters while charging towards the rat tide. The increasingly fierce resistance of the ratmen aroused the excitement of the Champion of Khorne, who was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins. No one could stop Abair before the Blood God himself gave the order.
Skaven, endless Skaven. The Chaos Lord Argodolf had enough of such slaughter. The Chosen Champion summoned them here, seemingly just to clean up the debris on the battlefield.
He didn't want to be a sideline in the fight, so he stopped trying to kill all the rats in sight.
The Chaos Lord on the Mammoth blew his dragon horn and issued new orders to the warriors.
Maybe they can speed up and get ahead of the "undefeated" and let the champion taste the taste of defeat.
As for the fleeing ratmen? Who cares?
The celebration at Slughov Fortress did not last long. When groups of ratmen fled from the north to the south and bypassed the fortress, everyone knew that there was big trouble.
A single rat-man could only threaten the life of a young child, but a dozen rat-men could kill a single young man, and hundreds of fleeing rats were enough to threaten a group of militiamen.
A fleeing group of thousands of ratmen can even pose a threat to a team of fully armed warriors.
And there seemed to be no end to the ratmen fleeing from the north.
Who would want to fight countless enemies, let alone countless Chaos Warriors?
But when the enemy brought the knife to Valeri, he had to find ways to fight it.
Valeriboye chose the northernmost direction to lure away the Chaos Legion chasing him, because his old bones could not last many more years, so he should leave the other directions with a better chance of survival to the young people!
Boyer and the hundreds of people who followed him galloped on the ice field after the Chaos army ravaged it. The flat ground of the past had disappeared, and the cracked ice field was covered with footprints of varying sizes.
Valery could make out the traces of giants and mammoths he had seen during the last Patriotic War.
A terrible roar drifted in the wind in the southern sky. Valeri had heard this thunderous scream before. It was the Chaos Dragon calling on the Legion.
There are no fortresses on the border worthy of an attack by the Chaos army. No, Mirkavala is still there!
That is where the Temple of Daha is located. Chaos creatures should avoid it. The eternal fire left by Daha is still burning, so Chaos monsters should be afraid of it.
The horse's cry brought Boya's thoughts back to the imminent reality. The horses of the Winged Hussars were not ordinary, and the horses of the Ugors were also accustomed to running, but the civilian horses that the Cossas found in the villages were so ordinary that they could not be more ordinary.
They can't hold on any longer.
Yes, no mortal creature can hold on, let alone the horses, even the warriors present can hardly hold on any longer.
The escape continues, and has to continue, as the Chaos Hounds driven by the Chaos Warriors are still behind.
The Chaos Lord Matier did not chase him, and Valeri could only pray for the chosen Boyer. The Chaos Lord had an iron bull, and no one could survive the hunt of the demon mount.
Boyer didn't know any records about Matier. There were too many Chaos Lords recorded in the classics of various countries, so many that it made everyone who knew them despair.
Perhaps he was a massacrer who destroyed a city in the Empire, perhaps it was the Kingdom of Bretonnia that he plundered. There is no record of him in Kislev, and there is no memory of him in old Boyer.
If Kislev survives this disaster, many Chaos Lords will be recorded in history.
Boya led his exhausted warhorse back from the northeast to the northwest, passing through the riddled snowfield. At first, the Cosas kept complaining and asking to turn back to fight, but now no one had the energy to complain anymore.
Even Valery fell into numbness, let alone the even more confused soldiers?
Perhaps because they are afraid of the Chaos Army, or have joined it, no monster has come to intercept the humans heading north so far. This is the only good news.
The obvious vision in the distance awakened the numb humans, and the solid ice that had remained unchanged for thousands of years in the troll kingdom disappeared.
The snowfields south of the troll kingdom were blocked in the south by a dividing line, and the north abruptly turned into a dry, cracked land.
By dusk, Boyer and his soldiers walked through the wind and snow and set foot on the dry ground.
It was a miracle that not a single snowflake was floating over the dry land.
The smell of burning filled the dry land, smoke and dust flew up with the leaping of horses' hooves, and indescribable odors mixed together, but were buried by the burnt stench.
The land further north is covered with crystalline substances and unknown particles that resemble terracotta.
Before nightfall, Valeri used the last remaining ray of sunlight to notice the anomaly in the far north.
There the whole ground had vanished, and a terrible abyss gaped like the mouth of a troll kingdom.
There is no road ahead.
The desperate Boye had to believe that what he saw was an illusion. He continued to lead his soldiers northward without giving up. As soon as he approached the abyss, the heat wave burned Valery's hair.
The unbearable pain did not stop Boyer, but it did scare off his horse.
Almost all the horses refused to carry out the order. They lingered in the distance of the abyss, constantly neighing to remind their companions that there was danger there.
Valeri dismounted and, amid the soldiers' uneasy discussions, he rushed into the hot wind, step by step towards the abyss.
Faster than humans is a ray of light, as bright as the summer sun, shining in the abyss and breaking through the darkness.
An inhuman claw climbed up the edge of the cliff, making Boyer's heart tighten.
It is covered with thick scales, and different scales reflect different colors of light. Faintly, the different colors of light make the scales white, and in just a blink of an eye, it turns orange.
All the witnesses held their breath and looked in horror as the other claw holding the silver-gray scepter raised the light above the abyss and fiercely inserted the scepter into the crystalline soil at the edge of the abyss.
It was as if the sun had fallen to the earth, and the divine scepter was like the pure fire that Daha cast upon the world, driving away the darkness of the troll kingdom.
The devout believers knelt down without hesitation, but Valery could not be sentimental, he had to be responsible for the lives of the soldiers.
When the humanoid monster that looked like some kind of amphibian and reptile poked its head out, Boyer once thought it was a swamp monster, but this sacred creature was not that ugly. On the contrary, this genderless existence had a hideous and cold charm. All warriors would like such wild beauty.
Lynch glanced at the humans who were staring at him in amazement, and tried hard to suppress his uncontrollable anger, and did not kill these witnesses who were obviously Mrs. Kislev.
(End of this chapter)
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