"My Lyle...... You don't have to be so angry, as long as there are good medicines and materials, I can recover...... Those two war servants are still of some use, don't worry......"

The Dark Elf Witch, who lay feebly between fur and silk, answered her lover's fury in her faint voice, the powerful hedonistic cult Shaping Witch now as weak as a feather. About an hour ago, the Servant named Number One carried her dying body back to the Kugan army's tent, and that's what happened.

"My dear Liga, you will be all right, no matter what, I will heal your wounds and give you a gift with the blood of the followers of the false gods!"

Analel pounced on the bed, which was trimmed with sea beast scales and chaos silver, and grabbed the unconscious hand of the beautiful dark elf, kissing it fervently. His voice became extremely gentle, and the fury he had just felt seemed to vanish.

"Well, my Lyle, I estimate that I will probably need at least three to five months to recover...... During this time, we couldn't fight together...... You're not going to be lonely, are you?"

The dark elf named Liga grinned as she tried to comfort her lover. In the battle, her vertebrae were broken by Hyde, her whole body was paralyzed, her slender limbs became as rigid as sculptures, and now only her head could barely move. The proud dark elf shrine maiden suffered a miserable defeat due to her arrogance and rashness, and all her magic and skills were wiped out, and she was now a useless wreck.

"My dear Liga, the light of the Most Beautiful God shines on you, and you will always be my most precious and dearest! No one can change all this! We will always be together!"

The fierce Slaanesh Chosen One was moved by his true feelings, and the terrible anger and sorrow tore at his heart, causing his rather handsome face to twist and twist, and the crooked Slaanesh horns on his ears quickly stretched out, almost immediately revealing the terrifying mutated true body.

"Well, my Lyle...... Thank you!"

The dark elf named Lyga struggled to answer, her eyes shining with emotion. In fact, the exiled witch of the Nagaros Hedonic Sect was not a very good person for direct combat. Her specialty lies in transforming monsters with Chaos Life-based support magic and shaping potions. The lord of the Kugan tribe with strong combat power, the Chosen Warrior of Slaanesh, Analyr, is a powerful protector she has worked hard to find with her beautiful body. But beyond the physical-physical and technical exchanges, Analael does seem to have a genuine affection for her.

"Let us be together now! May the glory of the Most Beautiful God shine upon us!

With the crisp sound of his armor falling, the Slaanese Chosen revealed his sturdy body with gems and tattoos under the torch, like a glittering bodybuilder. He leaned down and kissed the dark elf witch on the lips, hugging her unconscious naked body. And the beautiful dark elf also tried to meet with passionate lips and tongue, and tears flowed from her eyes, wetting the colored silk on the pillow.

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"My honorable master and mistress, the mammoth has been subdued, and the troops have been reorganized, and I have come to report to you the number of losses we have just made......"

The light of dawn gradually appeared in the snowfields in the distance, and the wind and snow gradually became smaller. Dressed in an eerie cloak and headdress, the old Chaos wizard crept to the ornate tent adorned with the Slaanesh coat of arms, and whispered the news to the Slaanesh Chosen through the leather curtain.

Despite being outside, the Chaos Wizard was careful, bowed deeply, and prepared to wait for a possible storm. The killing of several low-ranking Chaos Kugan officers last night had left the Kugan warriors in a state of panic, and they had to ask the highest-ranking and oldest Chaos wizard to report the bad news to their crazy master. After all, no one wants to face the wrath of a Slaanesh Chosen One, who knows how madly their master loves the Dark Elf Shrine Maiden.

"Come in, Essar. What are our losses? Say it as quickly as you can, I don't want to hear about it!"

The unexpected happened, but Analaire the Chosen did not become angry, and the powerful Slaanesh Chaos warrior and tribal lord had calmed down. The clouds and rain with Riga seem to have calmed the beast's heart, and now it's time to return to reality.

"In all, one hundred and twelve horses were killed or maimed in our army, seventy-one riders, including sixteen armored spearmen and two wizard apprentices, were souls returned to the Chaos Heavens, about two hundred horses were lightly wounded, and one hundred and thirty-five riders were lightly wounded. In addition, two Chaos Trolls have unfortunately died, and three others have been injured to a greater or lesser extent, but they can recover, after all, this beast has a strong vitality. ”

The old wizard, covered in strange bones and patterns, leaned down in fear to apologize to his lord, beads of sweat dripping from his wrinkled forehead. I don't know how to explain the terrible time of the terrible damage caused by this catastrophe, and the terrible timing of the great man's anger, when the mistress was seriously wounded!, he paused for a moment, and then continued to apologize in an old voice to his great master, who was dressed in armor and sitting on a marching bench.

"The power of the Chaos Mammoth after its madness was beyond our imagination, it woke up in the middle of the night, the warriors were resting, and it directly hit the densest tent area, causing a lot of chaos, and the warriors trampled on each other in the crowd, and there was a phenomenon of attacking each other. So, our losses are extraordinarily large...... This is the fault of my useless decay. Punish me severely, my valiant master, and I will suffer whatever is due!"

The Chaos Sorcerer's voice was heavy with determination. The old man had served the tribe for decades, knew the ferocity and cruelty of the lords of the generations, and the terrible punishments that had befallen those who had failed in their duties, and in any case, he could only wait for the horrors that might come when such a catastrophe had happened before the great war.

"Assar, get up. It's not your responsibility! I know what you want. ”

Unexpectedly, Analyre bent down and reached out to put his arm around the old wizard's shoulders and lift him to his feet. This surprised the old man, and he looked a little incredulous, but he immediately regained his composure, and bowed his head gratefully to the Chosen One, and his old voice changed with excitement.

"Thank you, my noble master, I am ashamed of your kindness......"

"Okay, no need to say useless words, are the troops ready? ready to fight? Now I just want to know this question!"

The face of the tall Chosen Warrior of Chaos was calm, and the terrible fury of last night seemed to have vanished. But there was still a tremendous pressure in his voice, like a black city wall squeezing a person's breath.

"The preparations for battle are complete, and all the warriors except the mammoth will be thrown into revenge against the unbelievers at your command. The wicked unbelievers have harmed our noble mistress, and the warriors are anxious to wash away the glory of Kugan, and they are eager to sacrifice all the unbelievers with their horned bows and spears and the holy winds of chaos. ”

The old and hunchbacked wizard raised his head and replied to his master in purple Seiko armor in an eager and excited tone. The skull staff in his hand involuntarily emitted an eerie green glow, as if he was eager to try the battle that was about to come.

"That's fine, Essar, and I know last night's storm wasn't your fault. All this is to blame on the evil belovers of false gods!"

Analel the Chosen answered his loyal servant in the gentler tone possible. But when he said the last word, he involuntarily gritted his teeth and clenched the saber at his waist. A terrifying murderous aura and hatred rose from behind him, gradually transforming into the form of the Divine Seal of Slaanesh, shining with purple light.

"My beloved jewel-like Riga has been badly injured, and her magical energy has been destroyed and she is temporarily unable to use it. And the person who originally treated and stabilized the chaotic mammoth was her. When the remaining magical energy was gone, the troll naturally lost control, but I didn't expect such a heavy loss. All in all, it's none of your business, and who would have thought that she would be harmed by the false gods?"

The slaanesh warrior in purple finely armored armor roughly explained the mammoth's madness, his eyebrows tightly twisted together, his fists clattering with his joints. Anger and pain pause slightly, then continued, murderous aura flowing through his heavy voice.

"Either way, what we have to do now is to avenge Riga and punish the wicked unbelievers with the sword of the Most High God, for in the final analysis all calamities are due to the fact that they have harmed Riga and killed four of her maids. Ah, I'm going to punish these badgers who hide in their burrows! I'm sure you won't let me down!"

"Yes, my master, every warrior is furious at Miss Riga's wounds. We fed the horses, sharpened our swords, and prepared ourselves for anything. As long as you give the order, master, we will pounce on the ranks of the false god believers, and completely annihilate them with the wrath of the gods and the hooves of Kugan, and no warrior of Kugan will let you down!"

The old Kugan wizard Essar took off his peaked hat to greet his master, his voice filled with irrepressible excitement. Violent waves of magic rippled around the emaciated old man, causing the strange shards of bone and metal crests on his cloak to make strange harmonies. This humble Chaos wizard was by no means a weakling, and there was an incredible amount of power lurking in his aging body.

"I believe in your loyalty, in the strength of our Kugan warriors and in the blessings of the Most High God. Also, last night I killed a few of my men in a fit of rage who shouldn't have been executed, and I now feel the rashness of that time. But you should understand how important Liga is to me. A raging dragon will inevitably trample some hapless creatures to death, that's the law of the world. ”

Analael gestured to the stiff bodies beside him, his voice a hint deeper. Some of the dead were Kugan officers in scale armor and swords at their waists, while others were Kugan maidens with bare white bodies and only belts and silver chains adorning key parts. These people all died in the fury of the Chosen One last night, and almost inexplicably lost their lives, some were beheaded, some were cut off, and some were cut off, in a horrible appearance. The blood had already congealed, and only the stunned faces remained intact, with expressions of pain and incomprehension.

"Give the order to go down and bury them solemnly with the courtesy of a warrior. Although the dragon cannot be stopped in the moment of wrath, the dragon also has the heart of a dragon, and the Kugan warriors who should not die must be properly housed, and may the heaven of the Most High God accept their souls!, remember, do this quickly, for our army will set out in two hours, and we will catch the murderer of Liga, and let the unbelievers of the southern land know what the horrors of hell are!"

Analair raised his sharp cutlass and swung it in the air, ending the short conversation of the morning. The Kugan wizard bowed humbly in understanding, and then stepped back away from the messy tabernacle, giving orders to the restless waiters outside the tent. The horn sounded, the flag and the banner were raised into the air, and the chaotic legion recovered from its confusion and re-unfurled its claws. They look forward to bloodthirsty moments, torn moments, no matter whose blood it is.

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The blizzard that raged overnight in the vast grasslands of Kislev gradually stopped as the sun rose. The strong sunlight reflected this snow-covered wasteland in a particularly white and dazzling light, like an endless white ocean, and the dotted trees exposed their black branches under the snow, and the blue sky reflected each other, like a lone sail in the ocean. The vast ranks of the Imperial Coalition marched slowly through the white sea, footprints and ruts leaving long trails of black and gray.

"Ah, the weather is so nice! The scenery is so beautiful! This must be a good omen! Hey, Lord Hyde, did you hear me?

Catherine stretched out her arms and uttered a few words of emotion, then instigated her red pony to run close to Hyde as fast as she could, calling out in her delicate and sweet voice to her cousin, who was discussing something with old Loren and the others. The unpleasant affair she had gone out of her way the previous night, and the red-haired girl had regained her cheerfulness.

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