Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

The Lonely Mountain, a mysterious mountain range that cannot be mapped by any Muggle detection device.

In ancient legends, the first dwarf in the world was born from the dark and deep heart of the Lonely Mountain. So when these rude creatures, both men and women, with big beards, short and strong, mentioned Lonely Mountain, They will all call it this in a gentle tone that does not suit their racial character:

Mother of mountains.

For thousands of years, Gushan has been nourishing the dwarves with her extremely rich and diverse magical metal deposits, making them gradually become one of the richest races of intelligent creatures in the world.

Why is it one?

Because there are still cunning goblins and greedy humans who are constantly deceiving the simple-minded dwarves with sweet words, exchanging extremely rare gems, oil, gas and minerals from them at low prices and ordinary commodities.

This phenomenon has only improved in the past 200 years. The new generation of dwarves is far less easy to deceive than their elders. They can also bargain and find fault, and are no less thoughtful than the goblins sitting behind the counter.

After humans and elves realized this, they gradually began to trade with dwarves at relatively fair prices, and began to build a large number of housing and goods distribution centers at the foot of Gushan, which even led to a wave of development of local tourism.

Especially during the gold rush in the United States in 1848, many wizards with a little spare money would take their families to the tourist attractions at the foot of Lonely Mountain during the holidays to pay for a shovel to dig out, just to see if they could If you have good luck, dig out some metal crafts that the dwarves have buried in advance.

At that time, it was fashionable even to give gifts to officials of the Ministry of Magic to give a sculpture of the "Mother of the Mountains" worshiped by the dwarves - because it could be made very large and could be stuffed into its round belly and plump breasts. There were a lot of gold galleons of unknown origin...

And this is the origin of Shanyan Town, the famous "Magic Metal Capital" in the British magic world.

No matter how the outside world changes, no matter how dwarves, goblins and humans bite at her, the Lonely Mountain stands tall and towering as it has for millions of years, gently tolerating all actions that offend her majestic body.

But this tolerance only lasted until the dwarves dug into the deepest part of the Lonely Mountain and discovered the secrets that had been buried for millions of years because of their greed for metal.

They unearthed a large number of metal "coffins" and opened them "by mistake"!

That day, thousands of metal undead souls surged out from the deepest and darkest mine tunnels. They killed men, women, old and strangers in sight. There was no mercy or emotion in their eyes filled with green energy. They looked thin. The body contains a power even more terrifying than that of an earth dragon. Even the strongest dwarf needs the sharpest ax to split open its smooth, rust-free silver shell.

In order to survive as a race of dwarves, the contemporary dwarf king Gerak Stoneheel had no choice but to lead his people to leave the underground kingdom where their ancestors had lived and worked for generations, and retreated to Shanyan Town together with the fairies and humans who also relied on the lonely mountain for survival. Settling and correcting his frightened people.

But soon, this exchange of space for time failed.

The evil gods of subspace smelled the smell of fear and the desire for power and life in these gathered intelligent creatures. This strong emotional fluctuation made them cast a glance from the extremely remote depths of chaos... …

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Pulling out the ax blade deeply embedded in the swollen and ulcerated goblin corpse with countless fleshy tentacles sprouting from its body, Gluk turned around and used the square-head hammer held tightly in his other hand to remove dozens of evil sarcomas on a chest. , a half-male, half-female lavender-skinned human being was smashed to pieces.

The warm plasma splashed on his face and his long braided gray beard, temporarily blocking Gerak's sight, allowing a dwarf with red eyes and bulging muscles to take the opportunity to hit the dwarf king hard on the back of the head. superior.

The mithril helmet on Grak's body loyally blocked this fatal blow. After a small stagger, he suddenly swung his ax back and slashed, cutting off the king's guard who was fighting alongside him just now. .

After completing this series of intense actions, he, who was no longer young anymore, breathed heavily for a while and gave himself some time to observe the brutal fighting on the streets of Shanyan Town.

The three races of humans, goblins and dwarves have united together like never before, relying on every house, every low wall, and every tunnel to stop the madmen who have been given power by the evil god.

And the army of those madmen is also composed of three tribes. They either shout "Skull sacrifice to the skull throne, blood sacrifice to the blood god"; or whisper "seven diseases, seven curses, seven blessings"; or even shout out during the battle. They moaned and screamed loudly, constantly tearing their bodies apart with their arms transformed into claws.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, everything was shrouded in a heart-stopping blood-red light. Gerak could no longer tell whether the blood or light scattered on the shoulders of his tribesmen who were still awake, but he knew that he could not continue. I'm stunned here!

Forcibly squeezing out the power from his old body, Grak threw the blood-stained ax in his hand towards a distant Chaos wizard who was chanting forbidden spells on the roof that made itching cysts burst out all over his body. After that wizard was mutilated The ax blade was cut in half and he shouted: "Warriors of Gushan! Gather to me!"

The surrounding dwarves immediately fought and retreated, and quickly gathered around their king. Only the goblins and wizards were still entrenched in the house, stretching out their wands and fingers from the gaps, and shooting a beam at the surrounding chaos cubs. Tao magic spell.

Gluck no longer cared about the life and death of those people. He wiped the blood that was about to solidify on his beard, grabbed a dwarf with a pair of thick crystal glasses embedded in his face, and roared: "Answer me! Douglas !Jin Boli hasn’t brought back his damn long-eared reinforcements from the Golden Forest?!"

"Dear Your Majesty, they have already assembled their troops and are on their way back!" The dwarf named Douglas held up his glasses and took out a piece of paper from his arms that said "We are on the way home, please hold on." A crystal plate with a few words was shown to Gluck, "One hour! In just one hour, those long ears living in the trees will arrive in Shanyan Town!"

"One hour?!"

Gluck's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. He waved his hand and pointed at his exhausted warriors, pointing at the axes in their hands that had been sharpened by long-term fierce battles and the broken armors that had withstood a large number of attacks: "Douglas, you Open your dim old eyes and give me a good look, what are we going to do to survive this hour?!"

"This……"

Looking at these tired warriors around him, Douglas was speechless for a moment, but his eyes hidden behind thick crystal lenses suddenly lit up: "Humans! Your Majesty, humans and goblins have sent a rescue signal to Hogwarts! They are leaving here. Even closer, those wizards should be arriving soon!"

Hearing that his chief minister actually pinned his hopes on a group of fledgling human cubs, Gluck pushed Douglas away in disappointment, raised his head and stared at the silhouette of the lonely mountain getting deeper and deeper under the setting sun: "It's just a A dozen adult wizards can't help me as much as a well-trained dwarf soldier... And what can those weak human brats do? This is a battlefield, not a pleasant spring outing venue! They Even if you come, you will just die in vain..."

"but--"

Douglas still wanted to say something, but Gluck had already raised the legendary war hammer that once belonged to the "King of the Hill" in his hand. He cheered up and shouted: "My people! The mother of the mountains gives us life. And soul! Now, it’s time for us to use our lives and souls to take her back from the hands of these filthy creatures!”

Seeing their king roaring like a deadly battle, the dwarves raised their weapons at the same time and roared like rocks breaking apart: "For the Mother of the Mountains! For Graak Stone Heel! Kill all the enemies (KILL THEMALL)! "

The battle heated up instantly!

Under the leadership of their king, the dwarves rushed through the streets of the mountain town like tireless and death-killing machines. They used the double-edged axes like the full moon and the giant hammers as thick as an anvil to destroy these things corroded by Chaos. The wretched and despicable thing of the mind was destroyed into a sludge of flesh and blood.

Even if the Chaos lunatics continue to unleash filthy spells on themselves; even if their comrades around them continue to fall; even if the weapons in their hands have been completely destroyed and scrapped...

They won't stop either!

The ax is broken and still has teeth!The hammer was broken, and there was still a fist!Even if their limbs are broken by those purple-skinned perverts, they still have to hold on and use their residual bodies to trip up those chaotic idiots who charge towards their comrades!

This is the dwarf born from the mountain rocks!They may be stubborn, rude, and violent, but their fighting character is tougher than fine gold and purer than white crystal!

Gluk tried his best to smash a particularly strong fallen wizard into minced meat that exploded in the sky. At the same time, he was also hit by the withering curse released by the fallen wizard. His body suddenly aged at a high speed, and his whole body exuded a The rotten smell of death.

Is this... my end?

His aging and weak limbs could no longer support his body. Gluk lay weakly on the ground. While the deformed degenerates around him rushed toward him, he turned his head to look at the dark and lonely mountain ranges.

Mother of all mountains...how much I want to sleep in your generous embrace...

It's a pity...no chance...

The fallen's heavy and deformed limbs hit Grak's mithril armor heavily. Although they were unable to cause any damage to the heavily armed metal can for a while, Grak had closed his eyes and was waiting for death in the darkness. 's coming.

He was too tired. This long-lost battle had drained every ounce of strength from his body. The feeling of decay spreading from the depths of his soul made him realize one thing in a daze.

His own death has come.

Even though the surrounding dwarf warriors roared and tried to rush into the encirclement of the fallen to rescue their king, they could not arouse the slightest hope of survival in Grak.

Maybe... entering the embrace of chaos is the fate of all races?

While the mithril armor was cracked by the curse, a terrible thought suddenly came to Grak's mind.

Then I should be able to meet my people again in chaos, right?

As he thought this, his mood became more peaceful and peaceful.

And right now!

Suddenly there was a rumbling sound like the roar of a fire dragon from the horizon, followed by the thick muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and finally... a sacred war cry from a young throat: "For Hogwarts! For the sake of all opportunities." God! For the sake of humankind’s glory! Kill! Kill! Kill!”

Amidst the hoarse metal roar and explosions like the explosion of heavy artillery, Gerak suddenly felt that the fallen ones surrounding him were "crushed" and turned into countless pieces of flesh scattered on his body.

Then he felt himself being turned over, and a young voice shouted beside him: "Wounded found, first aid bullets in use!"

With a crisp sound, Gerak felt a slight pain in his brow, and then a large amount of energy surged out of his body, not only soothing those sore muscles, but also allowing him to open his eyes and look around.

And the eye-catching sight made him simply couldn't believe his eyes!

I saw four-color flags fluttering in the sky, with lions, badgers, eagles, and snakes dancing wildly on the flags. Dozens of huge iron boxes carrying the flags were flying across the sky, projected by some weird lamps like the blazing sun at noon. The beam ensured that no heretic could take advantage of the chaos to escape.

A large number of metal pagodas with laurel crowns on their heads and animal patterns painted on their shoulder armor are rapidly clearing the streets and houses of degenerates with agile, fast and unstoppable movements.

The big swords and heavy axes in their hands burned with blue magical flames, and could easily cut through steel and flesh; the terrifying caliber firearms in their other hands allowed them to kill those souls from a distance of tens of meters. Chaos wizards and goblins shot on the spot!

However, the magic spells released by the fallen ones could only hit the spherical shield of their armor in vain and dissipate silently. They could not even slightly stop their strong pace like galloping horses!

This is not a battle at all, this is a well-trained massacre!

Seeing that the wounded he had rescued woke up, Cedric put away his small and exquisite emergency pistol, lowered his head and said to Gluck Bronzebeard: "Hello, sir, we are students at Hogwarts. We are here to respond to your call for help. Support you."

Gerak stared blankly at the guy in front of him who was thicker than the gate of his kingdom: "Are you wizards?"

Cedric raised his hand and used the magic revolver to blast an attacking Nurgle believer into the sky, and said in a relaxed tone: "Of course, sir."

Looking at the killing weapons not far away that either crushed the fallen against the wall with their huge shoulder armor, or lifted them up and tore them in half, it took a long time for Gluck to hold back a sentence: "You fucking call this a wizard?" ?!”