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Waiter legs have cost me much, much. More furs needed to take man's living

Did you send all the city of the man things?

Not all.

I, today, I make sure the bell rings ready.

Ready for things.

Don't prepare bell, Greta.

I am no more patient.

No, no.

Patient.

tears at him.

Quickly, end his suffering, and Gray invites his way back to him.

You seem unaffected by this place.

All the reforgings we Rixuzians endure.

All the tempering of our souls upon the anvil of Apotheosis.

Perhaps it arms us against this new darkness.

At what cost?

One we must repay.

Far from the city as you can.

To the gate. Get moving. Take only what you need.

I feel no thirst.

And what of your squire?

Jasher, is it?

Yes, my lord.

You have my thanks.

You're faring remarkably well for a mortal.

A blessing of my service.

It is Sigmar's will.

A binding of our souls, so that we may walk with our leashes and record their

great deeds.

What you said back in your chambers, you said the god

-king... Lied.

He did.

Sigmar told us when he chose it.

Warrior, stolen from death.

He granted us the great honor to live and die and live

again.

To be his hammer against the foulness that plagues the mortal realms. But he

never told us the true cost of this honor.

He never told her. It was a privilege, bought with our own humanity.

You were important to her, my lord. She may not feel it now. She may not

remember it. But you were.

How can you know that?

The truth of her deeds resides in these pages.

All vigilance. Step in ahead.

We lack the numbers to fight such a horde.

Our duty is unchanged.

We must destroy the bell.

Go around.

They lay siege to Embergard. Give the bells to all.

Bye.

Take your flock and eliminate their guns while we move in to attack the gate.

Word message from most powerful Clawlord Cuthelt. He ordered

the man's bell ring now, now. Storm things at gate.

No.

No.

But great powerful Cuthelt. I, I speak for great poor

Dracken's help.

Rings? And I say, not yet.

Spock rocks.

Many, many. Load them, quick.

My lord.

My lord, the rats.

They're in the mines. The tunnel bin.

Lord, they're stealing the stones.

The havoc they could wreak with that much round stone.

not yet be a city of bad things as

great one commands it is

good you stay back back away from the

Bye.

My thanks, friend.

We

will

hold them here. Go.

You did it.

Pointless.

There's no place for you.

You fought well.

No. My duty is not yet done.

I do not...

Lord Terminal.

Rest easy, sister.

Your war has been long.

But it is over.

As is my oath.

As is my calling.

As is my chant, my mighty silver.

I offer you...

Before you were chosen by Sigmar, you were a great warrior, a champion against

chaos. You fought alongside your brethren during the Soul Wars, back to

the siege of the City of Bladed Shadows, where you slew the last echo of the

Broken King in the 15th year of the War of Beast. Do not be so quick to offer

yourself to his anvil, old friend.

You are too careless with your soul, I sense it, wearing thin.

There is always more to lose.

No.

They.

They stood alone at the bridge of Bournemouth, against the hordes of the

and drove back the rebel soldiers.

Break the ring bell later.

Break the law lock.

I'll return one with pumping.

Many, many stompings. That's destruction, sir. Yes.

But I couldn't.

Just that.