In fact, the noble crown prince Ashbi, who was not the eldest son of the emperor, was able to get the favor of his father and the majority of the votes of the Electoral Council, and finally became the crown prince because of his extraordinary courage and will. Having made an alliance with the Sun Dragon, he was one of the Empire's greatest warriors, and in a sense, it was this that allowed him to become the crown prince. In the 200 years since Marillus' reforms, the Elector Parliament of the Empire, although no longer has the right to elect the emperor, still largely determines the choice of the crown prince, which is the highest power of the electors in the Great Council today.

After the reward for Bhaskar was over, the crown prince addressed all the soldiers again at the last moment before the sun set, and he generously rewarded each soldier with two golden florins, whether they were the elite of the imperial court or a mercenary who had just joined, which immediately caused the whole army to cheer wildly, and helmets and hats flew one after another. After a slight pause, he smiled and stepped back, giving the dark-haired marshal a gentle nudge by the way.

"My time is over, it's your time, my marshal!"

Ashby's eyes lit up with a slight smugness, and there was a deep meaning in his words. The crown prince's reward to the soldiers on behalf of the imperial court has ended, and now it is time for the commander of the army to take charge of the troops. The red-haired crown prince respected the division of labor among the generals, he understood what he needed to do, and what the marshal needed to do.

"Follow your instructions, my noble highness!"

Marshal Yang humbly saluted the crown prince of the golden armor, then took two steps forward and raised his hand to the forest-like military formation.

"My brave comrades-in-arms, tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning, we will leave here, the enthusiasm of Kislevgrad awaits us, and the army of chaos and ugliness awaits us. This will be our final test, and it will be a test of life and death. ”

Marshal Yang's voice was not loud, but it spread far away with the help of the Gathering Sound Magic Array on the high platform, and the voice rolled over everything for a long time, and the endless military array suddenly fell silent.

"We have traveled thousands of miles of rugged roads, we have defeated one enemy after another, and in Kislevgrad we will face the final test and the most powerful enemy, but I am confident that we will be victorious! ”

The short-haired army commander took a step forward and raised his golden scepter toward the ocean-like array, the last of the setting sun shining silently on the sacred scepter. Everyone's eyes were on him, and the atmosphere in the air became solemn.

"Here, I just want to ask you one last question, are you ready?"

"We're ready!"

Thunderous voices rose from the forest-like formations, countless spears and halberds waved one after another in the twilight, and the soldiers answered the black-haired marshal with their determination, their thunderous harmony almost making the earth tremble. Hyde was one of the harmonies, and he solemnly raised his sword into the dark night sky. At this moment, the young knight's heart was like a boiling fire, and he looked forward to the moment of the decisive battle, the moment when he was going to prove himself.

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The solemn swearing-in ceremony was thus over, and a torrent of troops poured into their respective camps in the night. Herds of cattle and sheep were slaughtered, cartloads of liquor were opened, the aroma of wine and meat echoed through every camp with the sound of song, and the air of revelry rose in the campfires. The soldiers untied their helmets, loosened their armor, and feverishly enjoyed the final feast before the decisive battle. Hawkers and prostitutes also shuttle between each other like water, seizing the most opportune opportunity to peddle their wares and flesh, cheap perfume mixed with laughter into a special atmosphere.

"It's really hilarious, as if the decisive battle has been won. ”

Hyde put down his glass and looked at the campfire in the distance. Between the words, he couldn't help but laugh. Today's camp is more like a boiling sea, with starry bonfires and noisy sounds giving people a dreamlike feeling, as if it is not a battlefield before a decisive battle, but a thriving street market.

"Although the final decisive battle has not yet begun, in the battle with the crown prince, our army defeated 50,000 or 60,000 Chaos elite soldiers, killed seventy Chosen Ones of the Evil God and more than 20,000 Chaos pawns. This victory, which almost severed one of the enemy's arms, was considered a victory in the first half of the decisive battle. ”

At some point, old Loren had already walked over, and his voice was full of laughter. The burning bonfire made the white-haired old knight stand tall and tall like a crimson mountain.

"Well, this is the result of the joint creation of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's sacred martial arts, the outstanding command of Marshal Yang and the brave battle of tens of millions of soldiers. I suppose that the ugly demon girl must have been licking her wounds in pain, and by the way, some of the defeated leaders were tortured to death, and her plan was completely crushed by our army, and the cunning fox became the prey of the hunters. ”

Marshall smiled as he raised his wooden glass full of ale, his young face glowing with excitement. The unprecedented victory of the Empire a few days ago stirred his heart, and the tall knight couldn't help but answer.

In fact, a few days ago, the Chaos army played a trick in front of the main force of the Empire, they sent a seemingly huge army southward with great fanfare, making a posture that seemed to be going to a decisive battle with the Empire outside the castle of Starlund, but at the same time mobilized 60,000 elite and covert to attack the Imperial Forbidden Army advancing east along the Tenez River. Lordali's plan was to first annihilate this lone army hanging on the Western Front, and in order to do so, it was necessary to draw the attention of the main army of the Empire.

The mighty army of Chaos stretched out for dozens of miles, the wings of the Harpy and the Chaos Horned Eagle obscured the sky, and the scouts reported back one message after another to the coalition camp, and it seemed that the decisive battle would start outside the city of Sdallund. It was reported that Rosali would also be coming with this army, and the hearts of countless soldiers were struck by this.

So the huge coalition army came out of the camp and began to move north, and the army of Chaos also slowly moved south, as if everything was going according to Chaos's thoughts. But in fact, Marshal Yang was not confused by Chaos' suspicious tactics. One night he suddenly changed course to the west, and boldly led 33,000 cavalry to the blazing city of Grekino. In fact, on that day, the two legions led by the crown prince had already begun to engage the elite of Chaos under the city of Greginor, and the artillery fire of the land warships lit up the entire night sky.

The city of Grigino, located next to the Tenez River, was once a thriving commercial city, but it did not suffer major damage due to its voluntary surrender to Lordali's army. Two-thirds of the citizens fled in all directions, and a third of the citizens remained in the city according to Lordali's promise, surrendering their men, money, and weapons, thus sparing the slaughter. They lingered anxiously under the banner of the Slaanesh, waiting for a possible savior.

Unfortunately, when the potential savior, Ashbi, the crown prince of the Sigmar Empire, led the Imperial Praetorian Guard and the Marines to the outskirts of the city, the fate of the citizens was sealed. Bret, the Chaos Norse general stationed in Greginor, did not hesitate to carry out the slaughter, both the old and the children were thrown into the altar of Chaos, the Chaos warriors and marauders piled their heads and human skins into a blasphemous eight-pointed star, and in the midst of the hellish wailing, the war lord of Norse and his wizards began a ritual to summon the demons of blasphemy. The crown prince's magnificent banner drove him into madness, and he was delusional about destroying this precious enemy with a torrent of demons.

But Brett's summoning plan didn't succeed, as the volcanic fire of land warships and Janissan artillery shattered the walls of Grekino within an hour, and Rick's guards in runic armor swarmed in, opening the way for them with flames of blazing sun and metal magic and lead bullets. Four hours later, the 5,000 Chaos defenders were crushed, and the crown prince planted the eagle banner of the imperial court on the tower of the castle after it had been burned by the blazing flame.

However, this was not the end, but only the beginning, as Lordali's plan was to abandon Grekino and launch a surprise attack with 60,000 elite soldiers as the Imperial Forbidden Army celebrated its victory. In fact, Brett's vain attempt to summon the demons through the Blood Sacrifice was just a foolish act on his own, and the Chaos Witch's original intention was to make him voluntarily abandon the well-preserved Grekino after blowing up several sections of the city wall. The premise of a surprise attack is that there needs to be a moving decoy, and a ruin with nothing but dead bodies and dirty blood is useless.

Despite the above mistakes, twenty-four hours after the Imperial Forbidden Army regained Greginno, the rolling 60,000 Chaos Elites still began their offensive as promised. These 60,000 troops are no ordinary Chaos army, and 6,000 of them are brave warriors from the Northern Wastelands, including 300 powerful Slaanesh Chosen and 40 Seekers Witch Chariots. In addition to these, their ranks included hundreds of Chaos Minotaurs and Wyverns, thousands of Chaos Dwarven Gun Mechanics, and more than 10,000 Kugangar Riders and 3,000 North Heavy Knights. Grand Priest Rahair personally commands the Chaos Elite, the fearsome Champion Lord of Slaanesh eager to adorn his banner with the blood of the crown prince.

The fierce battle began, and 60,000 Chaos Elite soldiers rushed into the elite positions of the Imperial Court like a tidal wave, hellish howls and magical light raining down on the sky. But twenty-five thousand of the Empire's elite stood like a reef beneath the ruins of Greginor, raining down a storm of buckshot and magic on the Tides of Chaos. Although there are not many troops, the Imperial Guards Legion---- or the First Legion of the Sigmar Empire, is the pride of the entire empire, the first army established by His Majesty Julian and Marshal Marius when they revived the empire, they are armed with the best weapons of the empire, the soldiers are selected warriors from the entire empire, and it is not so easy to eat this army.