The Sigmar Empire, in just one week, is now in chaos.

In the palace, the lone Emperor St. Giles the Pioneer is smashing everything he can see like a madman, venting the unquenchable wrath of the betrayer.

"I obviously killed him, you promised me that he was dead!"

He was furious, roaring at the sky somewhere, venting his anger at some unknown being.

The projection now lingered in his mind, a face that he had forgotten in eight hundred years, a face that had not changed.

St. Giles Fried, the seventh son of Sigmar royalty and the culprit of betraying his own brother, has now descended into madness.

If, the voice that had been guiding him did not appear this time, as if he had been prepared for all this, and seemed to be shocked and shocked by this matter.

In the north, on the battlefield between the elite guards and trolls of the Imperial Territory [Tanis], Sigmar Empire's Grand Prince Sigwald, known as the [Beauty], is tall and carries the artifact sword [Frost Fang] in his hand in a gorgeous battle.

Dressed in a magnificent robe, he wore high-heeled leather boots made for himself, and every slash was accompanied by an unstoppable roar, like a sadistic demon.

The gorgeous and dignified face is like a beautiful woman, with faint purple eyeliner and vermilion lips, combined with the blood of trolls splashing on the side of the face, it looks unusually bewitching.

He was completely tired of negotiating with these ugly monsters, especially the arrogant man who had lowered his body to negotiate with the ugly troll warriors, but still couldn't get the hugs he imagined to win without a fight.

Sigwald was beautiful, handsome, cruel, and he loved to indulge and kill.

None of the ugly things, like trolls, could come close to him, whether they were humans or ghosts. This is the man's principle, just like he will share a bed with anyone he thinks is beautiful, male or female.

Beside him was the powerful legion he had collected over the past ten years, Siegwald's personal guard, the Third Praetorian Guard [Siegwald Undead Bird Legion] that the Empire was reluctant to mention.

The Legion numbered only 3,000 men, but it was always active in the first line of fire against any Imperial enemy, and was often able to perform astonishing feats.

They once repelled the orc warlord [Bigbelly] Gollum from the south without a single death, and Sigwald chased the menacing warlord alive until he reached the seashore before waving his hand, ensuring that no green-skinned savage race dared to invade the empire for ten years.

They were men and women, dressed in ornate armor, and armed with jeweled and jade-decorated battle axes, spears, and war bows. Their shields and cuirass depict indescribably beautiful scenes that they have ever experienced with their own prince, the only wife or husband they love, and which is the source of their strength in bloody battles.

"Die! Dirty garbage!"

The rapier stabbed three hearts of an icefield troll at the same time, and the monstrous monster with incredible healing powers slammed to the ground like a collapsing iceberg, announcing the 300th enemy the Beauty Prince had slain—his stats in a bloody battle alone, in just seventeen hours.

"Damn it, damn little bugs——!!!" The roar of the monster turned out to be understandable, which seemed even more strange and terrifying.

A huge stone hammer smashed through the gorgeous tower shield of a warrior of an undead bird legion, directly smashing a large hole in the chest of a strong and handsome warrior.

Troll War Boss, Troll Warlord Leader Solonga is a big, terrifying and ugly monster. He was so big, so strong, like a moving killing machine.

The origin of the filthy and foul-smelling giant hammer [Bone Crusher] in his hand is unknown, but at least hundreds of famous powerhouses in history have died under the deadly threat.

Solonger has always been a strong advocate of war, he has always felt that humans and trolls cannot and cannot coexist peacefully, but he has been suppressed by the priests of war, and he has not been able to do so until today.

"You, these, ants!"

A troll in a flamboyant robe (as opposed to the trolls' rags or **) is out of place in the ugly troll horde, and her voice is noticeably clearer than Solonga's, but also more angry.

In the hands of this female troll, a cloud of lightning shot out, bursting through the crowd with an unparalleled lightning storm, and countless soldiers of the Immortal Bird Legion fell to the ground paralyzed by the electricity, falling into eternal sleep.

Natalisa Half Fang, the best war priestess ever seen by the Trolls. Trolls aren't afraid of magic, and their heavy skin armor and powerful regeneration abilities can help them resist all spells below the six rings of the human master - it's a double-edged sword.

At the cost of spell resistance, the entire race of trolls is barely able to manipulate magical power. And rare things are expensive, and the most magical in each generation of trolls will be given the title of [War Priest] second only to the patriarch.

Although this is said, in fact, over the years, there have not been a few excellent war priests, and most of the trolls, even if they have struggled to learn some spells with their limited intelligence, and become contemporary priests, in fact, they can only use some lightning chains, healing waves and other spells below the four rings, in fact, for every warrior in the entire tribe, it is nothing.

But Half Tooth is different, as a naturally weak female troll, she seems to be far smarter than her siblings. She had been learning and getting close to the elements for an astonishing amount of time, and in just forty-five years, she had become proficient in using the Great Elemental Secret Method, which was equivalent to the Ten Rings Spell, and had become the most terrifying combat power in the Troll Kingdom.

She has been refraining from the war against humans with her amazing intelligence, and Half Tooth knows them well. Although the quality of the soldiers is poor and the desire to fight is not strong, the lords and heroic humans are able to kill them as they kill ordinary humans.

And the number of human beings is extremely terrifying, which these trolls, who have begun to fall into a demographic crisis, cannot resist in any case.

But this time was different, as their last hope, the last trace of blood and breath of the late old troll king Mogul's son was severed, shocking everyone.

Grief-stricken as the prince's biological mother, Half Tooth performs a deadly divination that drains her life to find out who the killer is.

Then she saw her own son, who was heavily armoured, and in front of him was a young man with blond hair, and the two of them were obviously engaged in a bloody fight.

The lake's blue eyes, half of the teeth have only been seen once—

"Sigmar Empire, we want to level your world and die for my children!"

With a roar, she raised her hand and shuddered, and a deep ravine quickly cracked, engulfing many soldiers who had no time to react.