Beneath the terrifying banner was a car-fired altar with purple flames. The tall bronze six-legged stove is carved with a ** witch, inlaid with shining magic gems, constantly bursting out with a brilliant glow, with a strange atmosphere. Eight half-naked Kugan maidens with graceful ** stood around the altar, brandishing drumsticks and striking the circular leather drums hanging from the metal fence, their varnish-coated skin and copper and silver jewelry illuminated by the purple flames. Despite the cold weather on the snowy grassland, the Kugan girls, who were only surrounded by a few metal chains and small pieces of fur at key points, were all drenched in sweat, and the faint symbol of the Slaarsh Light Flame Demon Snake shuttled around their bodies.

It was not the horses that dragged the huge flag chariot, but three majestic woolly rhinoceros. They were more than three meters tall and the size of a baby elephant, with thick yellowish-gray fur up to two feet, cyan chain mail and leather armor covering their bodies, revealing only their short and thick legs, their eyes were small, their huge one-horned heads were draped in bronze foreheads, inlaid with the coat of arms of slain and the eight-pointed star of chaos in silver, and the glittering purple philosopher's stone was in the center of the coat of arms, beating restlessly.

Sixty majestic Chaos Knights rode their horses and marched slowly in front of the banner chariot. Most of them were over six feet tall, and their horses were two fists taller than the Chaos Heavy Horses, and the sound of heavy hooves shook the ground. These knights and their horses were draped in heavy plate gold armor covered with sharp horns and inlaid with purple gems, strange and terrifying black heavy armor with a breathtaking aura, and horned helmets shining with ** and fanatical eyes. These warriors are warriors who have been able to return safely after their adventures in the Northern Wastelands, and they are chaos warriors who have been baptized by the winds of the evil gods, and they are only a wall away from the strength of the Chosen One.

Heavy hammers and battle axes, and double-curved warbows inlaid with philosopher's stones held in their hands, strings of shrunken heads and skeletons hung from their shoulder plates and cuirass, and their flowing hair and withered eye sockets exuded wails and terror. The heads and skulls of these men belonged to a powerful enemy defeated by the Chaos Knights, and as a result of their defeat, they became ornaments on the armor of the Chaos Warriors. The Chaos Warriors who have lived through the adventures of the Northern Wastelands never leave any captives unwilling to convert. Whether he is a follower of the false gods of the south or the other evil gods of the north, those who do not pay their allegiance to the supreme god of beauty Salis can only be killed and sacrificed!

On either flank of the Chaos Knights are the ranks of Chaos Trolls. Nearly four meters tall, these monsters with thick black or gray skin and huge heads marched through the snow like houses, standing out from the ordinary cavalry around them. They wore spiky bronze collars around their short necks, heavy maces and hammeraxes seven feet long in their armoured arms, huge bloody mouths that smelled of fish and heat, and small dark yellow eyes that shone with a cloudy and crazy light.

Armed with sharp forked spears and chains, Kugan's wizard attendants and apprentices whistling and waving chains beside them urged the low-IQ trolls to stay in formation. Most of them are half-naked beautiful women, wearing a high horned crown, bone fragments hanging on their chests, and necklaces interlaced with animal teeth and turquoise, revealing a slender and toned ** waist. Long black hair spread out from the smooth back, and strange patterns and runes flashed on the almost bronze color. These strange and beautiful girls are the true commanders and heralds of the trolls, and only they can convey the orders and intentions of their generals to the stupid Chaos Trolls, so that they can be truly used for the victory of the Chaos army.

This is the great army of the Kugan tribe, a chaotic army of more than 4,000 elite cavalry and many beasts of prey! This army had participated in the great battle of Kharkov not long ago, a terrible battlefield with 100,000 troops in battle, and this army was only 3,000 men at that time, one of the dozen nomadic legions under the 40,000 army of Chaos Slaanesh.

In that terrible battle, the 40,000 Chaos army collapsed, and this army also lost a quarter of its strength, and fled without honor. But in the past month or so, they have absorbed many remnants of other legions and tribes that have been scattered in the steppe, plundering everywhere, and the force has expanded to one and a half times the original. In a sense, this is a blessing in disguise!

"The unbelievers of the south are arraying quickly, are they attacking?"

Slightly higher up in the rear of the army, the old Chaos Wizard on a skinny horse clad in eeriely colored animal skins raised his staff and cautiously suggested to the majestic Chosen One beside him.

"Order the hussars to make a detour to the left and right flanks, release magic smoke, kick up snow and dust, and make the momentum a little bigger. Attach the wind of God's grace to the two heavy cavalry hundreds, and pair them with three trolls and a light cavalry of five hundred, and test the surname to attack the enemy's front where there may be weak links. Before that, you bring the mages and apprentices to attack them a few times with ranged magic, but don't rush to use advanced magic, the exact timing is up to me. ”

Analael swung his Machete to give detailed instructions. Last night's madness was over, and now the face of the fierce Chosen One was all calm, except for the deep eyes that still carried irrepressible fierce flames. He rode a majestic Chaos One-Horned Warhorse, wearing an ornate helmet with erect white feathers and dark threaded curved horns, and two huge gold and silver enchanted scimitars hanging from his waist, and the purple armor shone with the gems of the Demon Eye. Dozens of Kugan officers and Chaos Handmaidens in ornate armor rode cautiously around him, including the Dark Elf Shrinemaiden's handmaidens. They were careful not to make any noise, lest they might anger the terrible master.

"Yes, old man, I'll take the mages to the front, my heroic master. ”

The old Chaos wizard hurriedly bowed his head in greeting, then released the reins of his horse and shot two purple flames into the sky as a signal, and the sharp whistling sound accompanied the flames rushed into the blue sky.

"Beware of the artillery of the false gods, for you are a precious treasure to our army. The Horde has lost too many warriors, and there is still a long way to go, and I don't want to lose you, understand?"

Something unexpected happened, and the vicious Analaire actually gave a request to the old wizard before leaving in a gentle tone, which made the old wizard almost speechless in surprise.

"Thank you for your care, my heroic host. I won't live up to your trust!"

After a moment of silence, the hunchbacked old man bowed deeply to Analyre again, thanked him in a low voice, and then lowered his body and instigated his horse to rush forward. Seven or eight robed wizard attendants followed closely behind him, horses' hooves leaving solid marks on the snowfield.

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"Lizard cannons and pit viper cannons, multi-barreled storm cannons and curved cannons are ready, and the wrath of the winds of Gulna will punish our ugly enemies! Their thunder will shatter every inch of the filthy bones of Chaos, and their fire will burn the ugly and vile souls of Chaos! O O Valkyrie Mirmidia, may your divine power protect the cannons, buckshots, gunpowder, and gunners! Let them rain flames and buckshot on the heads of the sinful chaos!"

On the central artillery position of the Imperial Alliance, Catherine whispered a long incantation, strolling gracefully through each gun emplacement. She spread her slender arms, and a brilliant golden halo with ancient runes slowly swirled up from her graceful posture, landing on the bronze cannon carved with heraldry and griffons, and landed on the lead bullets and shotguns in the wooden crates next to the gun emplacement. Each cannon, encased with her metallic magic, exudes a special golden sheen, like a curtain of gold.

"O our sublime light of wisdom! O our holy Valkyrie Mirmidia, may your divine power protect the cannons, leadshots, gunpowder, and warriors! Let us pour down the flames and buckshot on the heads of the sinful chaos!

The gunners and officers were half-kneeling, holding brushes, hammers, sabers, and signal flags, praying equally reverently on both sides of the gun emplacements and in the rear. They wore light red leather armor, heavy ship-shaped steel helmets on top of ear-pressed leather caps, and wide leather belts, and the smell of sulfur all over their bodies. The gunners moved quickly, and in a very short time they arranged their gun emplacements, set up fort baskets, lined up like a forest of marching horses, and calmly prepared to meet the swarming enemy.

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