Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

"Ah, this reminds me of a long time ago." Trazin, the exchange ambassador between humans and Necrontyr, observed in a place that would not be affected by the battle. There were some Necrontyr warriors around him, but more of them were Humans bearing the identification mark of a dynasty.

Solemnath is a huge treasure house, so it requires a lot of manpower to maintain it.

Necrontyr warriors are too stiff to protect the fragile collection, and interacting with them is too boring, so Trazin is happy to use any means to keep humans at the service of his museum.

In essence, this is nothing more than alien enslavement of humans. But judging from performance, the living standards and happiness levels of humans working and living under Trazin are already quite high.

After the alliance between humans and other civilized races gradually came to the fore, it became easier for Trazin to recruit museum service personnel.

"Recalling what? Trazin...Your Excellency..."

An old attendant came over with a scroll that had not yet been engraved by light. Trazin took it casually and spoke while writing a record.

"A long, long time ago, we were also at war with the orcs. The scale was larger and the time was longer. Several dynasties surrounded the orcs, preventing them from joining the main force for a long time. However, those dynasties did not have the ability to completely eliminate the orcs. So the war became After a protracted war of attrition, the orcs' culture has also undergone tremendous changes after fighting us for a long time. They have organized the civilizational characteristics of the Necrontyr, and even elected the Three Waaagh Council and the Mute King..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Trazin started coughing while holding her chest, and even lying on the ground and rolling around could not get any relief.

The Silent King was angry at Trazin's lack of restraint. The collector had forgotten his sense of reverence without being taught for a long time.

"Throw Trazin to me on the battlefield. Wouldn't he like to see it? Just let him see it up close."

After giving the order, Orikan became more energetic and volunteered directly to start casting spells to teleport Trazin to the front of the battlefield.

Trazin escaped from the portal and fell to the ground. The wine glass in his hand broke and the bright red wine spilled on the floor.

Before he could think about the current situation, an inexplicable chill forced his head to stick to the ground and dare not raise it.

Two rays of cold light collided fiercely above Trazin's body, sparks splashed on Trazin's back, and the sound waves and shock waves even lifted his noble cloak.

Turning his head slightly and looking up, he saw that two heavily armored men, Ryan and Lai N, were fighting without any scruples!

Trazin's scalp was numb. He knew that Ryan was irritable and irritable under his calm face, and he also knew that he hated himself very much.

Because on the way to retrieve the fallen angels, Ryan discovered that some fallen angels and legion veterans were collected by Trazin in the museum, and immediately led his troops to prepare for a cordial exchange.

Trazin didn't dare to wait for Ryan to visit him in person. Halfway through Ryan's journey, he dumped the veteran who had been in the stasis field for who knows how many years onto Ryan's battleship and left quietly.

No... this is too dangerous... I must transfer my mind to other bodies immediately.

Trazin's crisis equipment was beeping loudly. As soon as he thought about it, he suddenly found that his movement of shifting thoughts was firmly locked by the King of Silence, and he could not shift at all.

King! My king!

Trazin mentally roared, blaming herself for having the guts to say anything with her stupid mouth. But in his heart, he had no complaints against the King of Silence at all. He didn't dare to bet that if he complained about it, what would he do if the King of Silence took away control of his body?

When he was nervous and apprehensive, Trazin could only place all his hopes of survival on Lin Fan and Ryan, who was closest to him.

Fortunately, Ryan did not crush Trazin's leisurely mood with his feet. He abandoned his shield and grasped the heavy sword with both hands, pouring all his strength into it.

Lai Nun did not give in at all and always confronted Ryan head-on.

But there is a hint of cunning behind the two men's brutality. In order to win, neither Ryan nor Ryan cares about the purity of their methods.

It is precisely because of this quality that Lion becomes the executioner of the Emperor's darkest deeds. If we let other Primarchs deal with it, there will inevitably be more troubles caused by indecision.

Just like Ironhand Ferus, under his fierce and tough shell, there is also a plain for softness to inhabit.

During the Great Crusade, he encountered an alien species that was about to perish, and he managed to survive by picking up scraps.

Ferus attacked them, and these aliens did not offer any effective resistance until the entire clan was wiped out. They just begged Ferus not to continue the attack.

In the end, Ferus killed all the aliens who had no ability to fight back. He was tired of this kind of honorless battle. If these aliens had resisted, his psychological burden would not be so heavy.

This mentality is similar to Vulkan, who would kill an adult Eldar without a frown, but would also feel a trace of regret for killing an unarmed Eldar child.

Ryan is ruthless and ruthless, Lai Yen is ruthless and ruthless.

The strategies chosen by the two during the battle are not much different, which is to use their subspace essence and Waaagh body essence to disrupt the opponent's attack rhythm, thereby looking for opportunities to increase their own advantage.

The two have similar ideas, and there is no difference in the time when they exert their strength.

The mysterious forest that blocks the sky and the mushroom forest that blocks the sun rise almost simultaneously, making this mysterious area shrouded in fog even more elusive.

Trazin was about to cry from fear. He crawled slowly on the ground, praying that no one would notice his presence.

But fortunately, the battle between the dark angels and the dark ghosts was extremely fierce, and no one had the energy to give Trazin a kick.

The roar weighed heavily on Trazin's body. He didn't know how long it took him to climb out of the misty forest, but he knew that he was not out of danger yet.

"Oh! Isn't this Trazin! Get up, get up!"

Grabbed by a large hand and jerked to his feet, Trazin found himself being rescued by a squad of Ultramarines.

"Huh... thank you so much..." Trazin's voice was soft and weak, and her mechanical body trembled in a rather anthropomorphic way.

Trazin followed this group of Ultramarines and soon joined the other two teams of Ultramarines.

The second company commander Cato Sicarius is here, and in front of him are four or five dead extreme boys wearing blue heavy armor.

"These orcs... are so filthy!"

After spitting on the body, Cato Sikarius walked towards Trazin, then suddenly stopped in his steps, and asked sternly what unit the Ultramarines beside Trazin belonged to.