The wall of victory and glory of the Wolf Lord Midland was solemn and solemn, and under the solemn relief of the white wolf god Yuric, the thirty-six-foot-high and eighty-two-foot-wide rock arch was densely hung with countless alien-shaped helmets, forehead ornaments, broken and curly swords, torn military flags and power marks, and the troll heads, horns and claws covered with scars and burns. They were once the vicious enemies of the Empire, but now their bodies and souls have been shattered, leaving only the ruins to prove the great martial prowess of the Lord of the White Wolves.

Glittering runes and seals of the god of war, Yuric, covered the periphery of the loot, like a banner of victory in the midlands. These helmets, foreheads, and headbands come in a variety of ways, ranging from the Adamantite Helmets of the Chaos Warriors with bent horns to the withered leather horn headdresses of orc shamans, but most of them are the peaked gold helmets and bladed headdresses of the Dark Elves, as well as the ugly masks of toothed skeletons, even after a long time, these dark products have always exuded the characteristic resentful aura of the Dark Elves, and one can imagine what a cruel owner they were when they were owned.

But the creatures, soaked in the flesh and blood of Nagarus' thousands of slaves and artisans, have lost their luster, and the terrible scars and hammer marks mark the end of their original owners. Most of the helmets were twisted, shattered, torn by the immense force, black steel and golden bands twisted together in a chaotic way, ornaments shattered, blades broken like scattered dead branches, and the wrath of the wolf lord carved into their souls, destroying them along with their vicious masters.

In the center of the rock arch are military flags, weights, and swords enclosed a wreath of steel and pure gold, and in the center are six strange helmets with astonishing magnificence and less damage. The craftsmanship of these helmets is amazing, the intertwined gold and silver lines are like the sharp teeth of a sea serpent forming a moving picture on the helmet, the twisted blades of the blades are wild like poisonous spiders on the sides, and the magic stones that have been shattered shine unwillingly on the forehead guard and the top of the helmet.

Any Imperial general and scholar would have been amazed by the astonishing results of the Lord of Midland, for the owners of these helmets were no ordinary soldiers and officers, but high-ranking nobles and temple wizards of Nagarus. The first helmet on the left originally belonged to a black elf pirate lord, and the second headdress was the property of the second great witch of the city-state blood sacrifice temple, and the six headdresses and battle helmets were all the pride of the black elf superiors, and now they have become the glory of the empire and the shame of the dark elves.

Beneath the wreath was a large, hideous skull, with a massive sharp jaw nine feet long, and a skull covered with curved horns and scales. Bronze chains lifted the mass through the dry eye sockets, the scorched coat of arms of the Ulric leaving deep marks on it. The skull belonged to a giant sea-born serpent that had leapt before the Dark Ark, and when it was alive, it was one hundred and forty feet long, the length of a two-masted gunboat. This skull that exudes cold air shows the mightiness of Midland's army, and also shows the power of this black-armored wolf lord.

The black-armored Elector gazed at his spoils of war as if in a long memory, his majestic body standing like a mountain in front of this glorious wall, as still as a bronze sculpture. The wind from the side corridors shook his heavy wolfskin cloak with a slight rustle. After a long moment, he let out a heavy sigh, then uttered an oath-like cry in a barely inaudible voice.

"Hyde, if you are indeed the prophesied lion, prove it to me by your powers! Whether you are a wolf or a lion, let me see what kind of roar you can make. Don't let me down, Felix, I don't have much time, I await the moment when you prove yourself with victory!"

Although the voice of the wolf lord was not loud, it carried a powerful and powerful momentum, and the howling northern cold wind turned around his majestic side, as if to bring this voice to the distance, to those who should know but did not know......

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"Your Highness, do you see? That is where the Chaos Camp was located in the first place, and although it has been burned down by our army, the priest's purification ritual is still needed. ”

"Well, Marshall, I saw that. But in a sense, I feel it a little deeper. In fact, I could feel the fluctuations of the evil remnants, and something else. ”

Hyde casually rested his hand on the hilt of his sword and calmly replied to Marshall. It was a cloudy morning, two days after a brief battle on the outskirts of the village, and now they were in Kharkov, under which Hyde, Marshall, and Frey had gathered atop a towering fort to observe the remains of a fierce battle not far away.

In fact, after bidding farewell to the village elder and his lovely granddaughter, Hyde and his party hurried to Kharkov Castle, the expected coalition camp, --- only a day and a half. However, to Hyde's surprise, the main force of the coalition army had already marched north with its whole army three days earlier, and it was heard that the form of Kislevgrad was already very critical, and there was no room for delay.

General Kislev, who remained behind at the castle, and the Imperial Legion Officer, after learning that Hyde was the son of the Elector of Midland and the new god of the Lord, received Hyde and his party quite warmly. The Imperial Baggage Officer even proposed that Hyde and the others stay for two days and wait for the follow-up troops to converge and advance together. He pointed out that although the enemy's southward army had been routed, the north of Kharkiv was still dotted with ranger detachments of the Chaos Kugans, as well as trolls commanded by Chaos wizards, and that the Chaos Beasts were roaming and could easily be attacked if they went north alone with less than 100 lightly armed cavalry. It is better to join up with other follow-up troops, and it is safer to have enough troops to go north.

This suggestion cannot but be said to be reasonable, and although Hyde is confident in his own strength, he also accepts it. He is not a man who has lost his mind, and understands that he should accept the opinions of others, that it is worthless to be arrogant, and that lessons must be learned when he is in attack. Because an officer has more than just his own life in his hands, he must be responsible for the lives of his comrades and subordinates. War is not something that can be done by one person's bravery, not to mention that the gap between himself and the truly strong is still thousands of miles, whether compared to Lukin or Telman.

So Hyde and the Ugol cavalry paused in the castle for a moment, waiting for the moment when the group of men and horses would set out. The stone walls of the Kharkiv Castle are so high that from the bullet-mottled rock towers you can see the empty camp of the allied forces outside the fort walls, leaving only the endless trenches and ramparts like cobwebs, and the broken remnants of the Chaos army's siege of Kharkiv a few months ago, which still smells of death and destruction despite the end of the battle.

Four months ago, tens of thousands of Chaos Kugans and their ferocious cold beasts and mammoths suddenly attacked the city of Kislev, which had just over a thousand defenders at the time, at night. Only the lightning-fast morality of the outer city with wooden walls was breached, the commercial and residential areas were reduced to ashes, and tens of thousands of citizens died by swords or fires, or more tragically, became food for the chaos trolls and sacrifices to the bloody altars, and Kharkiv was like hell at that moment.

But more than 10,000 citizens and defenders retreated into the old castle in the center of the city, relying on the strong granite walls and towers protected by magical runes to resist desperately, Lady Kithrie was always stubborn in danger, men, women and children took up arms to fight, buckshots, stones and arrows rained down on the heads of the Kugans, the mad mammoths were also killed at the gates, and the Kugans, who had no siege cannons, suffered a great loss, and had to temporarily change the siege to a siege, waiting for reinforcements to arrive.

However, reinforcements were always relative, and when the first Chaos Norse reinforcements arrived in Kharkov from the north, reinforcements from the southern dukes of Kislev also arrived. When the Chosen Samurai arrived with the heavy artillery of the Chaos Dwarf mercenaries, so did the Ninth Imperial Legion from Aldolph's Starry Night. So around the Kharkiv Castle formed a gyratory boiler of death, breaking the siege, closing the siege, field battles, sieges, and constantly repeating the performance, Kislev, Chaos, Sigmar Empire, one after another troops into the attack and defense of the city, no one will give up this important town on the southern front of Kislev.

Kharkiv is of extraordinary significance, not only is it a thriving commercial center and transportation hub in the southern part of Kislev, second only to the port city of Erlengrad, but hundreds of years ago its central castle was the place where the Rurik family, the royal family that now rules ---- Kislev. With the help of the Ice Mage Kasha and her heroic father Susanin, Rurik, the young champion warrior raised an army here and rallied the People's Army to counterattack Kislevgrad, which had fallen to the Chaos Army, and finally recovered Kislevgrad and established the current Rurik dynasty. To this day, the Kharkiv Citadel still retains the ancient ice and snow charm left by Empress Kasha and Susanin's meteoric iron six-leaf hammer, which were sacred relics enshrined by the Rurik dynasty for generations.

After nearly three months of fierce offensive and defensive battles, the Khan of the Kugan Nine Tribe, King Agresa Mafa Khan, who had first surrendered to Lordali, personally led 18,000 Chaos infantry cavalry and nine-headed war mammoths, as well as a select group of Chaos Dwarf gunners and twenty siege artillery, and rushed to Kharkov under the stars. The beautiful Lordali was already impatient with the stubborn city in the south, and she ordered Agrissa to lead his army south to solve the problem quickly, and the khan king was naturally confident to go south, but ---- result was beyond his expectations.

Just as Agrissa's army had joined up with the rest of the Chaos forces besieging Kharkiv for a grand sacrificial ceremony and feast, and before they could plan their next move, the Empire's allied forces with Kislev suddenly launched a counterattack. Agrissa calmly drank the remnants of the wine in his cup, and the determined command lined up to meet the battle, full of the hope that they could completely destroy the "unbelievers" who dared to take the initiative to send them to death in one fell swoop, but this battle became a nightmare for the Kugan Khan, and also made the Khan King a laughing stock in the chaos army.

After only a little more than an hour of fighting between the two armies, a sudden Imperial cavalry unit from the west sliced through the right flank of the Chaos army neatly, and then swept to the left, joining up with the frontal attacking coalition forces, crushing Agrissa's main formation. And the defenders of the Kharkiv citadel also seized the opportunity and poured out to storm the back of the Chaos army. In just five or six hours, the entire Chaos army was completely destroyed, one of Agrissa's arms was lost along with his banner, seven of the nine-headed war mammoths were turned into roasted meat, and the lives of twenty Chaos generals, more than thirty Chosen One, and more than 10,000 Chaos soldiers were lost.

This lightning-fast army is the world-famous Imperial Thirteen Legions, also known as the Magician Yang Legion, who were originally on the other side of the Talon Sea to participate in the Great Elven Expedition, thousands of miles away from Kharkiv, but the Chaos Storm forced them to eagerly return thousands of miles with the help of the Elven Navy and the Imperial Merchant Fleet. These soldiers were the elite of the battle-hardened Empire, and after landing in Errengrad, they rushed eastward under the stars, smashing the wandering Chaos tribes like lightning and thunderbolts, and finally rushed to Kharkov at a critical moment, destroying the army of Agrisa Khan with a beautiful hook. As a result, the tide of the battle on the southern front was completely reversed, and the way north to rescue Kislevgrad was opened.

It all happened one morning thirty days ago, and in fact, the battle took place on the same day that Hyde defeated Tiggar the Chosen of Chaos. In the darkness of the early morning, when Hyde and Tigger were fighting, Marshal Young's army rushed to the western outskirts of Kharkiv. When Hyde awoke from a mortally wounded coma, Marshal Young's cavalry broke through the right side of the Chaos Army, and when Frey finished pouring out her heart to Hyde, the banner of the Chaos Army fell to the ground along with their commander. What Hyde would not have known, however, was that after all the years had passed, the bloody first battle outside his military station would be more glorious than the Battle of Nakharkiv in the parchment history books and the chants of folk singers......