The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 224 Chaos Strikes
Compared with the Drucci elves who were celebrating their expedition, Mrs. Kisley who was far away in the Old World did not have such leisure and elegance.

———Outside of Prague, Karlsbridge

Karls Bridge, a huge stone bridge located outside Pragnan Gate, this bridge named after [Karl XII] is extremely spacious and strong:
The wide bridge deck is enough for several carriages to pass by at the same time. There are exquisite stone towers of dwarves on both sides of the bridge, and the densely packed muzzles and arrow stacks are enough to resist any incoming enemies.

The most frightening thing is that since Plague is a big river, three transfer stations have been built on the bridge, and each transfer station is a strong fortress.

If the invaders want to attack the city of Prag, they must capture all three transit stations, and this is enough to make anyone who covets the city pay a heavy price.

Because of this, this bridge that has withstood countless chaos attacks is also affectionately called by the locals - [Broken Soul Bridge]!
Even if the invaders can pass through these three transfer stations, they will have to face the two strongest legendary city walls in Prager——【Wall of Minaret Bastar】.

These two legendary city walls engraved with ancient magic runes divide the entire Prage into an inner city and an outer city. At the same time, there are strong castles built around the city walls, which can be described as easy to defend but difficult to attack.

This is exactly the reason why Prager can stand in the Chaos Wasteland without falling down!

Even the most powerful champion of Tzeentch cannot break the runes on the walls with magic, and can only consume the vitality of the city with vile viruses and wheel wars.

Yet even so, only the mightiest of the Chaos legions could take Praag, yet never slay the great and terrible city.

As long as Madam Kisley lives, the city that will burn and be destroyed will never die!
Prager stands tall!
(PS: The above content is official setting)
On the thick magic city wall, a burly man in scale armor wearing a ferret coat was looking sadly at the red cloud gradually drifting towards Prager in the distance, and murmured:

"The enemy is approaching... Can we really hold this city?"

According to the news from the conscription officers, there are nearly [-] temporarily recruited Cossack fighters in Pragne, as well as [-] armored Cossack fighters wearing heavy armor.

At the same time, nearly a thousand firing troops evacuated from Ehrengrad were already in place. Together with the hussars who rushed back from various places and a bear cavalry from the royal court, a huge army had been assembled in the city.

If the High King of the Dwarf Alliance personally led 800 dwarf reinforcements to arrive, even if the enemy was several times or even dozens of times larger than himself, he would not feel afraid.

But the problem is, the enemy's offensive is far bigger than they imagined:

According to the news brought by the defeated army in Erengrad, the Norscans who marched eastward this time have reached hundreds of thousands of scales, all gathered under the command of a Chaos Lord!

What's more frightening is that an army of demons who don't know where it came from has also joined this army.

The hussars who acted as scouts only had time to see a large area of ​​demons in red, and the horses under their crotches were frightened by the steel bull knights who were driving them away and fled back.

Recalling the frightened eyes of the hussar, the strong man couldn't help but sighed, and when he was about to return to the castle to explore countermeasures, he suddenly heard a few rough voices from beside him:
"Your architects who built this city wall back then are definitely qualified to write the book of great hatred. How can we reach such a high wall stack!"

"That's right, if I put a musket on it, I probably won't be able to see whose ass I'm shooting."

"There are also those cannon muzzles that can't fit my organ cannon. Are they trying to let my gunners eat ashes?"

……

Several dwarven engineers and rune craftsmen were inspecting the city walls of Kislev, constantly criticizing these unfriendly walls in human language, wishing to go directly to the engineers of the past to settle accounts.

The High King of the Dwarves - Erickson stood on a small bench dissatisfiedly, looked at the large red cloud outside the city and complained:

"Really, we were obviously asked to help, but we couldn't even see what was outside the city wall. Fortunately, I brought so many muskets here."

"I'm really sorry, respected His Royal Highness, we didn't expect the dwarves to come back for reinforcements at first, otherwise we would definitely arrange a suitable position in advance."

Hearing the complaint from the High King of the Dwarves, the strong man scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. After all, they thought that the reinforcements that would come this time were from the Empire, so they prepared wine and cakes in advance.

Unexpectedly, the empire was mired in the quagmire of civil war, and there was no plan to go north to support it, so Kislev's preparations were all in vain.

As a result, instead of waiting for other human reinforcements, the Dwarf Supreme King came instead, which made him and the Ice and Snow King Court very surprised.

These dwarves have no interest in sweet wine and cakes, so they had to bring beer and sausages to appease these stubborn dwarves.

And as the Boyer nobleman of Prager, he is very grateful to these dwarves who came from afar to help them fight against Chaos.

Facing the brawny man's apology, the dwarves who have always been soft but not hard touched their beards one after another. The Supreme King coughed a few times, waved his hands indifferently and said:

"It's okay Peter, anyway, we won't come here for many years, just use a stool to make do with it... But you are not allowed to laugh!"

Seeing the dwarf soldiers standing on the stools with muskets in hand, the corners of the mouths of the surrounding Cossack guards evoked a kind smile.

They are comrades-in-arms against Chaos now, how can they laugh at these comrades?

How could the millennium-long friendship between humans and dwarves be broken by a small misunderstanding?

(If the Witch King had clarified the situation with Gotrek Broken Star back then, based on his relationship with the dwarves, the dwarves might have been on his side during the civil war)

Even the corners of Peter's mouth raised slightly, and he was about to step forward to continue talking with the High King, but the invaders didn't give them this chance:
woohoo-

The turbid bugle sound unique to Chaos came from the distant skyline, and the Cossack warriors who had been waiting for battle immediately closed the outpost on the bridge, and at the same time nervously picked up their weapons and shouted:
"The devil is coming!"

"Everyone, prepare your weapons and equipment!"

"Hurry up and load all the cannons. Anyone who misses a cannon today will be whipped!"

……

A steady stream of roars and sirens spread from the outpost to Prager's city wall, and the dwarves poked their heads out one after another, looking towards the skyline:
A Chaos Lord surrounded by red light was riding on the Khorne steel bull several meters high, and the blood-red battle ax in his hand was constantly emitting dazzling lightning.

It is the Norscan ambition champion who has won the favor of Khorne, and now the Chaos Lord who has unified all the Norscan ministries - Sigurd!

Looking at Prager's majestic city walls and the big river in front of him, the corners of Sigurd's mouth under the mask couldn't stop rising, and then roared:
"Kislev, we finally meet again!"

(End of this chapter)