>>6134249>>6134085Back from his wine sipping break Mulrog had stood to his full height, challenging Champions of the different warbands that were streaming south, seeking his blood.
Their leader had been somewhat worthy stepping stones on his own path to Glory as for a time he let his bloodlust control him, till he stood knee deep in corpses in heavy armor. Howling a praise to the bloodgod before cold, hard logic stomped his furry back into the cage of control he had errected to direct his warriors.
When he came to again he spotted the pillars of smoke from Ostorok and smiled grimly. The Slaaneshi Warlord would not have been gentle with the inhabitants. A deep growl, almost like that of a dog, escaped his throat.
"Those skulls were promised to the Bloodgod. Next time i will be faster." Mulrog spat, ordering formations of warriors futher north in a bid to prepare a route of escape for the warlords while further reinforcements streamed north from the south.
This war was not over and he was certain the Kislevites would not let them go that easily. The pyramide of skulls he had errected was alread huge but he was certain another would be errected before this year was closing.
