Y'Kzardacx growled. He sat on his big thrown build by his loyal chaos warriors from the crushed herdstones of the big beastmen clans they had slaughtered in the past few days. His new body pleased him. The mind of the warrior was dead since Y'Kzardacx has rushed into it, and the body has mutated. It was much bigger than that of normal chaos warriors. In the right hand he held a great black magic axe. To this hour, he had gathered his best warriors and his army chiefs in the great hall. >>Champions!<< he shouted. >>We cannot allow that unholy beasts and mutated rats slaughter in the name of the dark gods. WE are the real chaos followers! So we must destroy and enslave everybody that is not daemon or chaos warrior!! Follow me to bring death to everything in this world!!!!!<<
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The next story:
On the top of his beastman chariot stood gorthor the destroyer. He looked forward over ungor skirmisher upon the chaos warrior army marching towards them. He was not sure why they came and who their leader was. But he had a bad feeling as he saw hundred of chaos knights and halberdiers walking across the desert. In front of them marched a great warrior carrying a huge axe. He was actually as big as a minotaur. And then Gorthor knew who this guy was. In the same moment, as the warrior waved with his axe towards the beastmen, Gorthor yelled his attack orders. As his Tuskgors pulled on, the other chariots began to move towards the black warriors. >>We must defend our herdstone<< was the only thing he thought.
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The great battle in the desert:
Gorthor smashed a chaos warrior, and glanced over the battlefield. On the left, Scrsh and the other harpies fought against a great regiment of chaos knights. On the right, Gorebellow's Ungor Skirmishers held a strategic position on a huge piece of rock. Gorthor's beastman horde had lost more than two third of their former strength. The point was, that nobody could stand against the huge possessed chaos warrior longer than five seconds. Gorthor hadn't tried to duel him, cause he knew that the only hope for his horde was an organized pull-back. He raised his head an brayed >>RETREAT!!<<. Everybody turned into his direction. Then, the horde reacted. The Ungors were the first. Then, Gors and Bestigors followed. The huge Minotaurs were the last that stood against the chaos warrior army, beating down three of them with one hand. Gorthor jumped onto his chariot. As he shouted to the Tuskgors to pull on, a huge fireball hit the wooden machine. The Tuskgors were immediately dead. Gorthor jumped off and pulled his weapon. He would defend his life to the last. But before one of the chaos warriors reached him, Scrsh, the harpye, rushed down from the sky and picked her beastman chief with her claws. Gorthor was carried away high in the air, were no magic spell could reach him.
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