Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 221 Broken Soul Prager

Prag, an important town in the north of Kislev, has been the junction of Chaos tribes and the civilized world since its establishment. The cold land and Chaos energy made this area completely unsuitable for human habitation, but these tough northerners still Stick to it here, because behind you is the motherland.

"General, our food is already hard to sustain. If the Tsar can't lead troops to help break through, we will all be sacrificed in a short while." Noble Boyer reported the actual situation to Leonid Tsz Fowski, Prager has held on for a long time, and they are also confident that they will continue to hold on for a long time, but no mortal can maintain combat effectiveness in the absence of food.

"Is there any way for the Patriarchs?" Leonid Tsevsky did not immediately ask how much food was left. He already understood that Prag would be turned into ruins in the near future, but this can be done soon with human efforts. Extend it a little bit to buy some time for the rear.

"Priest Sharak is doing everything he can to treat the wounded, and Priest Ursun is also boosting the morale of the soldiers..."

"I'm talking about whether there is a way to solve the chaotic energy in the city! Not these meaningless things!" The general's words were full of anger. No one was more psychologically stressed than him. Tens of thousands of soldiers under his leadership Death, even if no one would think that it was due to lack of ability, these people have families, and everyone is a child of the motherland.

Noble Boyer's complexion began to sink, and he didn't respond, but Leonid Zevsky understood what he meant. Last winter, the wheat in the fortress began to show signs of mildew. At that time, he just thought it was mixed with Some inferior products, but soon, the burned wheat infected the people in the city with the plague, and the food that was still in the warehouse began to deteriorate. Once the food was eaten, one could only wait for death to come.

At the beginning, some food could be purified with the help of the magic of the Sharak priest, but the Chaos coalition led by the Kurgans came one after another, and the entire city was blocked, and there was no way to replenish the food in the city.

What is even more deadly is that the chaos has corroded Prager, distorted faces grew on many city walls, the corpses of the war dead began to merge with the city, and the limbs continued to twitch to attack the past life, even with the help of the patriarchs It has a little effect, but under the circumstances of food, chaos corrosion, and army disadvantages, Prager can't hold on for long.

While the two were talking, a lot of dust fell from the stone command room in the vibration, the general's face became full of determination, the city has become unimaginable under the corruption of chaos , The corpse buried in the catacomb climbed out of the coffin, merged into the soil layer of the basement, lifted the city with tentacles composed of hundreds of hands and feet, and moved slowly towards the south.

The recent deaths of a large number of soldiers and unnatural deaths of civilians have accelerated this speed. Based on the general's experience in Prager for more than [-] years, and judging by the relative position of the sun when the sun rises, the city has already moved towards The south moved hundreds of meters.

"Prepare the last meal for the Cossacks. The engineers put all the gunpowder on the load-bearing walls and catacombs." The general made the final decision. He already understood that even if the city was saved, it would be meaningless. It became the vanguard of chaos destroying the world, so it would be better to be forever remembered on the shield of civilization standing in the north.

Although the Boyer nobleman was a little surprised by this order, he immediately reacted, stood upright and gave a final military salute to the respected general,

"Yes, General, thank you for taking care of me for so many years, and I look forward to meeting you again in Ersun's winter country."

Leonid Tsevsky looked at the man in front of him who had followed him for many years, and slowly raised his hand to give him a military salute,

"For Motherland! For Kislev! For Erson!"

Not long after the general gave the order, the Cossack soldiers looked at the palm-sized piece of meat and the fist-sized bread in front of them, and knew what to do next. No one wanted to disobey the order to send everyone to die, just Carefully savor this last food.

The patriarchs carried the shrines and walked around, constantly chanting the names of gods such as Esun and Tyr. The long-term treatment of chaos and corruption has exhausted the strength of these believers, but they still hold battle axes, shrines and soldiers. They fought together on the front line, only Mrs. Kisley died in the battle, those cowards are not even qualified to step into the cold and frozen soil.

The meal and chants were over, and the soldiers who had been exhausted for a long time seemed to feel relieved, and their bodies became a little lighter, but they became passionate and determined in an instant, and curses came from the mouths of these rude tribesmen from time to time.

"Even if you die, you'll have to drag a few bastards of chaotic bastards to your back."

"I'm going to stuff their tentacles into their buttocks to see if they can move around."

"I'm going to poke out eight eyes on them!"

The city gate, which had become dilapidated under the bombardment of hell, slowly opened with the pull of the iron chain. This place will not only become the home of Mrs. Kisly, but also the burial place of those followers of Chaos.

The Kurgans riding Chaos horses rushed into the city first. They have surrounded the city for several months, and the power of the dark gods did not make this shield of civilization fall quickly. Look for death!

The Cossacks in the first row took out the inferior pistols imported from the empire, and shot at the unprotected horses first. As the trigger was pulled, the sound and white smoke appeared at the same time, and the lead bullets hit the horses under the power of gunpowder. , the softer lead enters the body and immediately deforms and rolls, forming a cavity in the body hundreds of times larger than the hole of the gun under the effect of the cavity effect. Normal creatures may have fallen to the ground under this round of salvo, but those war horses The tall human being who was still carrying his back charged forward.

Gossar dropped his pistol, and before he could scold the empire for his trash, he picked up his tomahawk from his waist and prepared to strike at that Kurgan.

This kind of battle happened in various places in Prager, and everyone who could afford a weapon was arranged on the front line, even if the old man was still there, but this did not mean that victory could be won.

Chaotic energy gradually shrouded the city, the unique sound of gunpowder began to fade away, and the voice calling for the motherland also gradually disappeared. Leonid Tsevsky stood at the highest point of the city, watching the The city of more than twenty years gradually became ruins under the invasion of Chaos.

The sound of the fuze burning caught the attention of a Kurgan man. He pushed off the black cloth covering the box, his eyes widened, and he shouted in panic,
"Run, here is a trap laid for us."

But how can the speed of words be compared to the speed of gunpowder explosion? Starting from the load-bearing wall, bursts of violent explosions appeared, and flesh and blood mixed with gravel flew into the air. It's a collapse.

And there were many thunderclaps from the underground space. Most of the distorted creations that used flesh and blood to move the city were cleaned up. The gunpowder smoke and broken eaves became the scenery of Plaque. No one could come in alive and live again. leave.

(End of this chapter)