Chapter 234 Integration On
the Norsca Peninsula, the coagulated blood was buried by frost and snow in the cold wind. The tall Chaos Warriors cut off heads from the corpses scattered all over the field after the battle and built a skull seat to please the Blood God.
The Norse heads were only piled a few meters high, and although their tribal leader had the courage to rebel, the carnage he brought was not enough to please the Blood God.
The Chaos Lord Hagrot Warbringer was not discouraged. There were still many opponents and competitors on the frozen land. Before he went south, he would use a mountain of heads to celebrate the coming of destruction.
Heavy snow was floating between the sky and the earth, and the ground was shaking slightly, foreshadowing the approach of some huge monster.
Huge figures as tall as six meters walked out of the wind and snow. The snowflakes did not cover their thick fur, and their sharp tusks flashed a cold metallic light.
These beasts twisted by chaos are not as weak as their southern counterparts. The bloody mouths under their long noses love to devour flesh and blood.
Densely packed human figures were scattered around a dozen hills. The howling of trolls and wolves pierced through the wind and snow. The ice wolf pack quietly circled to the side of the Chaos Legion.
Hagrot looked at the opponent on the beast, who was also a Chaos Lord.
A weakling who had long since left the Arctic wasteland.
Did his dignified lordship among mortals awaken his feeble courage? The champion who survived the slaughter joyfully sang the name of Khorne, worshipping the supreme Lord of War and thanking Him for the gift of his head.
The Chosen One led small regiments to evacuate towards the enemy. The God-Hero Vife Jingbo could not wait to roar "Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God" and led the vanguard of the legion to kill the beasts.
The Blood God's champions must decide who is superior!
Hagrot was immersed in the idea of having an enemy that was more powerful than the weaklings in the south. He longed for a strong enemy, otherwise he would not have led the legion into the Arctic wasteland.
The warriors on both sides shouted the name of the Blood God, the war elephants slowly accelerated, and the hairy warriors also raised their weapons.
"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!"
The behemoth's charge caused a terrible whistle to appear in the air, and the Chaos Warriors fearlessly charged in the opposite direction towards the Meat Mountain.
The road of war is the path of the Blood God's ascension. There may be heavy casualties, but the warriors who survive in the end will only become stronger.
A large flower of blood splashed across the white world. Snowflakes and blood held hands and looked down at the corpses that fell on the ground.
The sound of heavy weapons colliding caused the snow-capped mountains in the distance to collapse, and the wails of the Chaos Elephants melted away in the fanatical war roars of the Chaos Warriors.
On the Claw Sea, rough boat songs were mixed in with the laughter, and from time to time there were women's screams and cries blending in.
The longships of the Skaelin tribe returned to the southern coast of Norse, carrying food and slaves plundered from the Empire.
Among the male and female slaves, a pair of eyes without any fear stood out from the crowd and attracted the attention of the Norse raiders.
The rusty battle axe was thrown into the crowd by the plunderers. The slaves screamed and squirmed on the ground, but Vison Whale Hunter remained motionless like a stone statue.
The Norsemen gathered around to join in the fun, the warriors banging their weapons and singing songs full of obscenities.
The weather-beaten homeless man raised his eyes slightly, and that look that had no fighting spirit and had lost most of its emotions made the plunderers return disappointed.
"He's not a fighter! A soft-as-shit Southerner."
"He looks like a Norseman. Who of you suppressed his mother?"
“Hahahahaha~”
"Looks like a strong laborer. Send him to the Fortress of Doom!"
"The calluses on the Southerners' hands are not from fighting. It would be better for them to take up arms than to challenge a woman."
The crowd dispersed in twos and threes. Visen, who had returned to his homeland, looked alone at the Skelling people with tattoos of flames and dragons on their skin.
He had had similar tattoos before, but after his first trip south, Wesson had them removed with a knife.
Ulric the Great redeemed him, but after the mighty warrior's death, Wesson discovered that he had never been able to escape his past.
He is a Norseman.
Once you enter the shadow of Chaos, there is no turning back. Bloody Katrin knows this.
The Bloody Queen of Kislev can only make a desperate attempt. Demons cannot be trusted. The Lahmia family once thought that they could win the battle against the demons, but the facts proved that the believers of the Lord of Change are the real masters of power.
Regardless of whether the information sent by the devil is correct or not, it has to make a response.
In Ulthuan, the Elven nobles always find ways to deal with the Everqueen's bans.
The elves' triumphal ceremony has ended, and when commanders familiar to Lynch came to visit their comrades, letters of invitation came one after another.
After returning, Teclis declined most of the invitations, but the one from the Emerald Sea Palace made him feel troubled.
The owner of the Emerald Sea Palace is his maternal grandfather. The mansion where the cold-blooded people are currently staying was vacated by the Emerald Sea Palace, and the other nobles only provided the interior decoration.
Teclis summoned his brother and the brothers had a conversation.
The princes of Chrace and Iris enjoyed the quietness of the hall and did not stay long before preparing to bid farewell to Lynch.
Eltharion of Yvresse reached out and grasped Lynch's arm just below the elbow, a move made somewhat reluctant by the height difference.
Lynch was slightly stunned, but quickly reacted and shook hands with Issarion in a similar way, being careful not to use any force.
This is a gesture used by elven warriors for friends or respected comrades.
The two sides soon separated, and Eltharion had to meet his father, Prince Morinion of Yvresse, and return to the Kingdom of Yvresse.
Due to the generous friendship shown by the Phoenix Court, Lynch has given up the idea of going to Iris, but this does not prevent him from providing assistance to his comrades.
Lynch summoned all the scarred veterans and made a promise to Eltharion.
If necessary, they can always fight side by side again.
The battle atop the Tower of the Blessed Wicked proved the bravery of the Sentinels of Yvresse, but the strength of one kingdom is weak, and together they can unleash a far greater power than ever before.
Tyrion and Teclis were discussing something, and eventually Tyrion left. Afterwards, Teclis bid farewell to the prince of Chrace with a little relaxation.
Tyrion will take care of matters at the Emerald Sea Palace.
That stubborn old elf shouldn't even think about getting more benefits. The high elves should know when to stop.
Tigris had not forgotten the ridicule he received from the Emerald Sea Patriarch when they first met, although that was simply the result of a father who had lost his daughter not being good at expressing his emotions.
If that old noble is allowed to communicate with the cold-blooded people, he will definitely mess things up.
The polished crystal windows blocked the elves that came and went from time to time. This remote palace had never had so many passers-by.
No matter whether they were upper-class nobles or lower-class commoners, they all had an addictive curiosity about Lustria's guests.
(End of this chapter)
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