The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 219 God's Chosen Trial

"Really, are you sure you don't need to prepare any more? My trial requires you to fight the devil directly."

Hearing that Luo Han was finally willing to become her first [God of the Mist], Radlia was overjoyed, but she still asked seriously.

Since all her former believers were taken away by Lilith with despicable means, she was particularly concerned about this trial of Rohan.

It is not only necessary to choose a battlefield that can display Rohan's full combat power, but also to be well-known enough to announce to the world the power of [God of the Mist].

For this day, she has worked so hard that she even did not hesitate to have a small conflict with some human gods!

Faced with Ms. Misty's question, Luo Han naturally couldn't be stage frightened, but nodded firmly and said:

"I have been preparing for this day for a long time, you just need to tell me what to do, honorable lady!"

As long as he can obtain the status of [God's Chosen One], he who can cast magic freely can be regarded as completely free from the status of low-level cannon fodder.

Becoming [Mist God's Chosen] meant that he had to take on more responsibilities and obligations, but it also gave him a hopeful future.

At that time, even if Chaos cannot be resisted, and the Warhammer world is irretrievably coming to an end, he can escape from this world with his remnants.

Looking at Luohan with firm eyes, Radlia nodded in satisfaction, and then issued her first order:
"Go and gather your army, my most devout believer. After leading your powerful army to defeat the enemy I appointed, you will receive supreme glory!"

"My blade is for you, my lady."

"Well, during this period, I will leave my clone responsible for the security of the territory that surrounds you, and you, my powerful warrior, your duty is to..."

——Warhammer World, Kislev
Kislev was never considered a livable place due to the freezing weather. It was too close to the Chaos Wasteland, and it often faced raids from the Norscans.

Although with the help of [Bear God Ursun], this land will be full of vitality for a period of time every year, but this cannot stop the more frequent Norse invasions.

Prago, a large city north of Kislev, is also a sad city called "Cursed City" by the locals.

Due to its proximity to the Chaos Wasteland and the outpost facing the Chaos invasion, every raiding Norse war-state inevitably clashed with the city.

Because there are so many times, even the locals don't know how many massacres the city has suffered, and how many ghosts of the dead hover over the city.

"Ha~ha~ it's almost there..."

On the snow-capped wasteland, a boy in a fur coat is running frightenedly on the grassland, panting and cheering himself up while running.

From his blood-colored pupils and his sweat-soaked leather jacket, it is not difficult to see that this poor child has not stopped for a long time.

Da-da-da-

Suddenly, the sound of horseshoes came from the bushes behind him, which instantly made the boy's eyes full of hope reveal despair.

He knew that those terrible Norscan marauders must have followed his escaped footsteps to catch up!
oooo~
Sure enough, accompanied by howling wolves full of killing intent, several gray figures rushed over from behind him and surrounded him.

It's the terrifying Chaos Battle Mastiff!

Looking at these wolfhounds covered with terrifying spikes and sharp sawtooths, a stern look flashed in the boy's eyes, he stopped running away, and then pulled out the hatchet from his waist.

Although he was young and knew that his resistance was futile after all, he decided to fight and die like a real Mrs. Kisley!
woohoo-

However, whether they were waiting for their masters to arrive, or wanted to play with the prey in front of them before enjoying the feast of blood, these war mastiffs were not in a hurry to attack.

There is a cruel expression in their eyes, green poisonous saliva with deadly germs keeps flowing out from the corners of their mouths, and at the same time they keep rubbing the ground with their sharp claws.

"Father Xiong Ersun, I beg you to send down divine punishment, save me, save Kislev!"

Looking at these terrifying monsters, the courage that was finally mustered in the boy's heart was gradually exhausted, and the hand holding the hatchet couldn't stop shaking.

He is a villager from the outskirts of Orengrad. His father is a retired Cossack hunter, his mother is a tailor, and he has a cute bear as a pet. He originally had a warm family.

However, the invasion of the Norscans destroyed all this. Those nasty barbarians burned down their villages. His father was brutally killed in order to protect him and his mother, and his mother chose to stay in order to protect him.

Distraught, he managed to escape into Orengrad with the only bear cub left, but unexpectedly the whole city was besieged by the Norscans!
After several weeks of arduous fighting, he finally found an opportunity to escape from the city with several refugees, preparing to seek refuge in Prager in the east.

However, the house leak happened to rain overnight, and not long after they left, Erengrad was captured by the Norscans, and the whole city was looted!

The double-headed frost dragon wantonly spewed out the breath of death, turning those brave Cossack warriors into ice sculptures, and the trolls devoured the flesh and blood of innocents, and smashed the terrified citizens into a pulp;

Even the most valiant Marksmen, out of ammunition and food, chose to fight with great axes, and they all died by the blades of Chaos Warriors.

Fleeing in a panic, he did not forget that in the chaotic battlefield, there were hundreds of screaming demons holding giant swords emitting red light.

This is not Norsca invasion at all, but Chaos Demon is making a comeback!
The refugee companions had long been hunted to death by the Norscans, and his bear cub was bitten to death by the mastiff in order to cover him. He had lost everything...

"Don't panic, Pushkin, keep your father's teaching in mind, and cut at the enemy with the sharp side!"

Looking at the burly figures on horseback and wearing horned helmets in the distance, Pushkin silently recited his name while raising the hatchet in his hand.

I don't know if it's because of the blessing of [Bear God Esun], but he just feels that his body is full of inexhaustible strength, and he seems to be able to split the fur of these mastiffs with an axe.

"Come on! You Norscan bastards, tear me to pieces if you can, and my motherland will avenge me!"

Seeing the anger on the face of the young man in front of him, and the hysterical roar, the Norse marauders in the distance actually stopped their horses and ran back in terror.

Even those war mastiffs seemed to be frightened by this bullshit spirit, they retreated with their tails between their legs, and finally fled backwards with their masters.

Seeing these fleeing Norscans, Pushkin, who was holding up his hatchet, heaved a sigh of relief, and then collapsed on the ground powerlessly.

"Ha... ha... I thought I was really going to die."

Although he didn't know why these Norscans retreated in panic, he knew that it was definitely not his fault.

After panting for a while, Pushkin suddenly passed out on the ground, and murmured with his last strength:
"...There's someone behind me, right?"

"Woohahaha, what a smart little guy, don't worry, even if a bloodthirsty monster comes today, you won't die!"

Before falling into the boundless darkness, Pushkin only heard a loud laughter that made him feel peaceful, which made the corner of his mouth unconsciously reveal a smile.

safe at last...

(End of this chapter)