Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 41 Chosen by Khorne?
Fire Wheel sub-star region.

Valengrad Star.

just now.

Borent barely had time to put on his mail and grab his axe. Several other warriors gathered around him to meet the first group of commandos who climbed over the wall and rushed into the town through the window.

Before leaving, he noticed the big sapphire eyes blinking in the secret gap at the bottom of the wardrobe. That was his most precious treasure, his daughter Raven.

He used his two index fingers to prop up a funny but warm smile on his cheeks, and then raised his index fingers to make a silencing gesture.

The big eyes blinked and disappeared into the darkness.

Borent and several warriors walked out of the house, and the outside world had become a hell.

The greenskins had planted a large number of mines in the giant refinery eight kilometers away, and the resulting fires completely covered every corner of the town with deadly black smoke.

The thick smoke that covered the sky was filled with highly carcinogenic petroleum carbon powder. It was thicker than the seaside fog and more terrifying than the plague smog.

Panic had begun to spread everywhere. It was a blind flight in the dark, the smell of incontinence caused by fear, and the thick smoke filling the nose.

The panicked people were driven from one end of the town to the other by the raging fire behind them. They were panicked, confused, and terrified, and the bloodthirsty and aggressive beasts were chasing them from behind.

Borent's gaze passed over the surging crowd and saw a row of dark shadows and countless pairs of blood-red eyes under the scarlet flames.

Goff clan.

The Goff clan is outstanding even among orcs in its bellicosity and bloodthirstiness. They are born for battle, and on average are larger and stronger than other orcs. They will fly into a rage at the slightest provocation.

The sound of the axe falling was a wet sound of tearing flesh and crushing bone, similar to the sound of chopping the sapwood of a tree.

The sound of the hammers was duller, like a pickaxe driving a stake into dirt or ice. But the sounds that followed were far worse than that. There were the screams of men in agony, men mutilated, men dying.

There were also the cries of the wounded and disabled, begging for mercy, and the sounds of blows that took their lives, which would continue until the person lying on the ground was no longer alive, no longer rising, no longer screaming, no longer a complete corpse.

Borent was furious and clenched the bone-chopping axe in his hand.

The axe is a simple tool, a lever that multiplies the strength of a strong arm into a sharp edge. The same basic principles apply whether you are chopping wood or enemies.

Borrent led the warriors to charge towards the greenskin army. Relying on the complex terrain, they used clever street fighting to block the enemy layer by layer, giving civilians a chance to escape.

A chaotic fight broke out. There was no order at all. Countless blades danced wildly like windmills.

Fink was the bravest warrior under Borent, but there were too many greenskins. They shouted "Waaagh!" and split Fink's calf lengthwise with an axe.

He staggered to his knees with an angry roar. A few seconds later, a hammer flew towards his head, breaking his neck and lifeline. He fell over, blood gushing from his shattered head.

Borent's eyes turned red, that was the anger that soared to the extreme. Adrenaline was like a pump, briefly giving him power beyond mortals. He forced back the greenskins who surrounded him, and used the whistling and spinning axe blade to make them feel timid.

But two fists are no match for four hands.

The greenskins crushed Borrent's teammates behind him and attacked him from behind where he was powerless to defend himself. A greenskin's iron spear drove straight into him, completely ripped him open, and his internal organs were scattered on the snow like sausages.

Borent tried to scoop them up, as if he could stuff his intestines back into his stomach and make everything whole again. They steamed in the chill of the early spring.

He screamed in despair and agony. He could not save himself. He knew there was no hope for him.

He thought of those big sapphire eyes, and he prayed with the last of his strength, hoping that his daughter could escape this bloody massacre.

Jarvan's ship rounded the tip of Eagle Hook Mountain and anchored steadily on the open plain.

Jarvan could smell blood, the hot, coppery stench that permeated the cold morning breeze and was so thick that it was almost unbearable.

He looked towards one end of the plain, the direction where the bloody smell came from. The dense forest blocked his view, but fortunately the billowing smoke from the refinery pointed him in the direction.

"There's a massacre going on there." The bloody scene of mortal civilians being massacred was reflected in Jarvan's cold eyes.

"The mission given to us by Lord Fenris is reconnaissance. With the forces we have, if a large-scale war breaks out, the greenskins' battle moons will come to support us across space at the fastest speed. If we are attacked from both sides, the only fate for our brothers is meaningless death."

Silas looked at the smoke in the distance with concern and gave his advice.

The Battle of Omikayalan had a great impact on him. He cared more about the safety of his comrades than the humble lives of some mortals.

He absolutely did not want to experience again the nightmare scene of his comrades-in-arms, who he had been with day and night, being bitten and devoured by wild beasts, even if it meant sacrificing countless lives.

"Silas, your idea is too extreme. The honor of a warrior is to protect the weak. Giving up one's life for no reason does not make you a qualified warrior."

Silas felt disdainful of these words, but contrary to his usual practice, he did not refute them.

If someone else had lectured him in this way, he would have certainly started an argument with the other person.

Silas's creed is: Don't advise others to do good without experiencing their suffering.

But Jarvan is different. When he was young, Pete had not yet come to power. At that time, the general environment in Demacia was very cruel to psychics.

Jarvan experienced dark times that he did not.

After meeting Garen, although there were some minor setbacks in the middle, he still joined the Fearless Vanguard.

Jarvan is a great warrior with noble character who escapes from darkness and turns his heart to light.

Although, he is usually a little unserious.

Silas admires Jarvan very much and regards him as a trustworthy elder brother.

"Okay, okay, I understand."

He answered perfunctorily.

Jarvan shook his head helplessly. He knew that this kid wouldn't listen at all.

"March quickly. Get rid of the orcs in front as quickly as possible. Saturation strike. Don't give them time to breathe, so as not to call for support from the battle moon."

Bang-!
The sound waves in the air vibrate outward, spreading outward like ripples.

A visible air current hit the grassland at a high speed, causing the vegetation along the way to fall outward and leaving a deep mark.

Bang-!
Bang-!
The sounds of sonic explosions came one after another, and dozens of air currents rushed out at high speed. The dragon-slaying warriors followed closely behind their company commander.

The Hercules Fenr.

just now.

Galen kicked open the bridge door (possessed by an unknown lion king).

"Hello, brother. I have returned. I know it has been a long time, but I have come to help you fight against the greenskin scum."

Galen's bloodshot eyes widened into a constipated expression.

"Um Ruth, what's that green thing next to you?"

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Damn it! My saved drafts!!!

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(End of this chapter)