The mortal world, the far north, the chaotic wasteland, the place closest to the true God.
Here, it is always covered by ice, snow and fire. Sometimes the earth freezes into a snowfield, and sometimes hot magma erupts from the ground. Every place here is weird. There are almost no animals and plants in the chaotic wasteland.
There are only countless, eternal homes and lairs of nameless and invisible monsters.
"The north is our past, and the north is also our future."
——"Saviour" Ludwig
Before the arrival of the Ancient Saints, both the extreme north and the extreme south were called the North Pole or the South Pole. This was originally an extremely cold place, desolate and inhabited, and the natives of the planet had never arrived here.
Until the ancient saint came.
Long before the birth of the mortal race, the portals at the two poles were built by the Old Saints and their servants Slann. The Old Saints were not creatures on this planet, they came from more distant places.
The portal was built here. The ancient saints came to this world one after another. The original purpose of the portal was to transport resources to other worlds across dimensions instantly. These portals built by alien technology were
It is huge and can transport a large amount of resources at one time. It is said that the portal can accommodate an entire army of ancient saints passing through it at the same time.
After a short period of adaptation, the Ancient Saints established the Spiritual Network, and then settled in this world. They asked their pet demon toads to help them conduct various experiments, and created the Saurus Man (Thoroth) and
As the helpers of the Demon Toad, Skinks (Skinks) have made big plans and are always planning something crucial.
In this way, thousands of years passed.
Until one day, the ancient sage's mortal enemy arrived.
The Old One's machine suffered catastrophic damage, and things quickly became uncontrollable. The portal began to collapse and fragment. The Old One lost control of the portal and other worlds, and pure chaotic energy spread through the shattered portal to the entire world.
The world is spreading everywhere, everywhere in the world
Creatures have suffered varying degrees of mutation, and the first beastman was also born at this time. Warpstones, the product of the solidification of primitive chaotic energy, rained down everywhere in the world, causing more disasters and
Mutated creatures. This is known as the Cataclysm.
When the portal was finally completely destroyed by this disaster, the chaotic energy pouring out of the subspace also completely changed the land at both ends, creating a chaotic wasteland like an eternal hell. The Old Saints also realized that their
The experimental site, amusement park, and subsequent shelter world could no longer be saved, so they fled the planet and never returned.
Everyone knows what happened next.
Now, the northern wasteland has become a nightmare country. Here, no mortal creature can exist for a long time. They will be destroyed quickly, or distorted and corrupted into something else. The cold here
There are whispers of evil gods hidden in the wind or hot wind. The will of the Four Chaos Gods extends over the Chaos Wasteland. The echoes of subspace resound throughout this land. In just a few minutes, a normal-minded mortal can be brought alive.
Drive crazy.
However, what is his poisonous weed is my fairy weed.
The northern wasteland has never been what low-level and ignorant southerners imagine. It is a deserted and silent land. On the contrary, the northern wasteland is a very lively place. Countless twisted and indescribable weird creatures are rampant here. Chaos demons,
Chaos beasts, dragon demons, chaos ogres, and beastmen roam in this playground.
They fight each other and engage in never-ending wars. These wars are neither for glory, power, nor plunder for survival, but just for the plans of the four gods that can never be understood. Every day, the wasteland is filled with various huge monsters.
It trembles with conflicts and wars on a scale unmatched by even the most incredible battles of the Old World.
Similarly, the northern wasteland is also a sacred place of pilgrimage for barbarian people.
After every barbarian tribe gains the favor of the evil god and becomes a Chaos Warrior, most of them will go on pilgrimage to the Chaos Wasteland. In the eyes of the hypocritical and weak southerners, Chaos corruption is terrible, Chaos mutation is cursed, and Chaos threat is a must.
The objects of purge, these people only know how to sit and wait for death all day long, begging for the help of those hypocritical gods, trying to get rid of the shadow of chaos.
However, chaos will last forever. The northern barbarians regard the corruption and mutation of chaos as a blessing. Over the long years, they have embraced the corruption and the power of chaos. They regard this mutation as a gift given to them by the gods.
Although not everyone can bear the blessing of Chaos, those Chaos warriors who cannot bear the favor of the evil god will turn into Chaos eggs, but even Chaos eggs that have lost all their reason are considered "sacred things" by the barbarians.
Aspiring Huns, Mongolians, Kurgans, and Norscans will all make pilgrimages to the Wasteland of Chaos, where endless challenges, killings, and battles never end. This is a grand stage play, above
It was crowded with actors who wanted to appear on the stage, while the evil gods were watching in the dark. They watched everything quietly, and then looked for objects that made them feel interesting.
For example, the former king of Skarins, "Red-Eyed" Egil Stirbjorn, had killed countless powerful enemies during his "Pilgrimage" for hundreds of years, and finally won the favor of Khorne.
Becoming the champion chosen by Khorne, if other Chaos Warriors can survive the Chaos Wasteland and return home in glory, then they will enjoy endless glory amidst the songs and roars of their compatriots, and become the Chaos Champions envied by everyone.
At this moment, a traveler was slowly advancing on the Chaos Wasteland. Behind him, followed a group of Chaos heavy cavalry with about two hundred riders. Each of them was wearing very, very thick black Chaos full-body plate armor.
, riding nightmare-like Chaos war horses, they were silent and silent, even the praises to the four gods of Chaos were silent.
The traveler wears a set of full-body Chaos armor, with a giant cloak made of human skin and the fur of Chaos beasts draped over his shoulders. He sits on a huge demonic horse, and its immortal body is made of sharp horns.
They are composed of sharp teeth, hard plates of bone and armor of corroded steel, and their eyes burn with the fire of chaos.
"Not here either." The traveler led the people to walk in the chaotic wasteland. They swept through all the way, and all the enemies who dared to oppose them were defeated by them. At this time, the traveler would only make a request calmly,
Either surrender or die.
The traveler and his men have been wandering this land for more than a hundred years.
"Not here either." The traveler repeated this sentence.
His followers followed behind him, all of them without saying a word, just waiting for his orders. No matter what the traveler's goal was, they would always follow him.
Because they firmly believe that only he can complete that sacred and great mission.
That is the ultimate goal of true God.
The traveler's eyes showed a strange bright red color. His eyes seemed to have no eyeballs, but only the fire of chaos burning in them, which only contained a kind of hatred.
Pure hatred.
This hatred needs no reason, no excuse, no need for pity. This hatred burns in the chest of the traveler day and night.
Even though his face is hidden under the helmet and cannot be seen clearly, his followers can feel the disgust and hatred for the mortal world in his tone at the same time.
But what is quite strange is that the traveler is very calm, very calm. On the one hand, he hates to the point of madness, but on the other hand, he is extremely calm. Although he hates everything, he hates everything, but he never lets it go.
Anger overcame his logic.
Because only the weak will be controlled by anger, and he controls anger.
He has already chosen a bright and bright road for his journey of seeking the Tao.
More than a hundred years have passed, and his journey of seeking the path is gradually coming to an end, but it is this ending that confuses him. The traveler has been wandering the chaotic wasteland for more than 20 years, and he has never found such a thing.
clue.
"Bilak? Or Kurgan?" the traveler whispered.
He stood there and thought for a while, then raised his head.
"Kurgan!"
"Yes!" A group of Chaos Knights pulled the reins, and the galloping Chaos Horses obeyed their will, and followed the travelers into the distance where there was no end.
One month later, the Kurgan Steppe.
The traveler looked at the endless yellow grassland and the unpredictable gloomy sky. The terrifying wind of chaos was blowing on this famous super prairie in the old world.
The traveler tries to recall the history of Kurgan from his own knowledge.
The Kurgan Steppe was once a grazing land with lush water and grass, blue sky and white clouds. When the Elf Empire was colonizing the Old World, some humans settled in Tilea, Estalia and where the empire is now, and accepted to become elves.
A vassal of the empire and established the ancient empire of human wizards.
But there are also some humans who are unwilling to become vassals of the elves. They keep going north, going north, until they establish their own tribe near Norska and the northern prairie, and live a life of fishing and hunting. They were once kind, humble, hard-working and sincere.
Until chaos comes.
Corruption always proceeds unknowingly. These human nomads were gradually eroded by Chaos. Their bodies mutated and their minds were distorted. The dark gods began to slowly corrupt and enslave the minds of the northern human tribes. Those
Those who did not succumb to the dark gods fled south, such as the Kislers and the Ugors, themselves once tribes of the eastern steppes. Those who stayed eventually became more and more like a bunch of crazy people and gave up.
The benefits of civilization have turned into believers in chaos.
Finally, under the spotlight, an extremely great name emerged from the distant and cold Scythia.
He is the "Whip of the World" Emperor Kurgan.
His history was before the ancient Cathay and Charlemagne established their empire. When the baby was born in the wasteland of Scythia, the wizard of the tribe made a prophecy that the baby would enjoy all the
of joy and all pain.
As time passed and the baby grew up to become a powerful rider and leader of the tribe, the Kurgan Emperor had an insatiable desire to control the power and strength of the steppe and its people - he traveled north, south, west and
The eastern wind prays, prays to the earth, the sky and the rain, prays to the day and the sun, the night and the moon... For this reason, he plunders whether
Countless slaves and trophies came to sacrifice to the spirits of all things and the gods. Emperor Kurgan was very powerful, but also very smart. He knew that the dark gods in the north were the most powerful, so in order to fight with the Chaos God
They reached an agreement, and he abandoned his original belief in the Immortality Heaven. Emperor Kurgan swore that he and the race he commanded would serve the God of Darkness dutifully and never waver.
The Four Gods of Chaos responded to his prayers, and the evil gods gave him endless power. In this way, the Kurgan Emperor unified the entire northern prairie and the chaotic wasteland and established the Kurgan Empire. This was an empire composed of ferocious predators.
, a warlike empire composed of agile cavalry, roaring monsters and wild mages.
When the Kurgan Empire was at its peak, the empire once stretched from the Roof of the World Mountains in the east, to the Dark Realm in the south, to the Chaos Wasteland in the north, and to the four northern islands of Nipeng in the west. It was several times the size of the current empire. All wars
The tribes prostrate themselves at his feet, paying tribute in peacetime and sending troops in time of war.
However, the evil god's gift did not come without a price. Gradually, the Kurgan Emperor's constant victories and wars made the four Chaos Gods feel dull and bored. When the Kurgan Emperor enjoyed all the fun in the mortal world, they felt that it was time for them to do so.
He received rewards for his gifts and gave him endless pain.
So, just a few years after the establishment of the Kurgan Empire, the will of the Four Chaos Gods came to the world. They ignored the countless trophies, sacrifices and glorious sacrifices of the Kurgan Emperor, and they cruelly took away the Kurgan Empire.
The thing that Emperor Ergan cherished most - his only four sons - were taken away by the four gods of chaos. After taking away his four sons, the four gods of chaos became silent and never answered his prayers.
Emperor Kurgan could only accept the "gift" from the Four Gods of Chaos with tears, because this was the price for gaining power. The emperor who lost his heir was still strong, but he could no longer stop the struggle for power within the empire to seek the position of heir.
, a once extremely powerful empire collapsed in civil strife and corruption. After participating in the last war, the Kurgan Emperor fell in the battle, and the Kurgan Empire fell apart and was never the same again.
After that, countless tribes emerged on the Kurgan Steppe, and many tribal khans and chiefs claimed that they were the sons and legitimate heirs of the Kurgan Emperor.
Maybe what he wanted was on the Kurgan prairie? The traveler rode a demon war horse and strolled on a dry, yellow, endless prairie. He thought carefully, maybe the true god had performed a coronation ceremony for the Kurgan Great at that time.
?
While the traveler was still thinking about how to find clues to such a thing, he and his followers were surrounded by a Kurgan raider cavalry.
"Foreigners!" The leading Kurgan rider was very tall, at least two meters tall, and his whole body was filled with muscles. He shouted in Kurgan with a native accent: "There are two of you.
choose!"
"I am looking for the last treasure." The traveler's answer was quite strange: "Maybe your Khan can give me the answer? Who is your Khan?"
"Our Khan?!" the Kurgan rider shouted with pride.
"Listen carefully to his name, stranger!"
"He is our great King of Maggots! Lord of Gluttony! The true successor of Emperor Kurgan!"