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The Bloody Fist of Khorne (unnamed Bloodthirster) wants to join you

Accept?

What the fuck? Managing to block another swing from a Bloodthirster greataxe. Numb starting to spread to my left arm. The Lord of Change must be the one back in the Tower of Hoeth. I think. That was the only time I ever encountered and managed to slay one. I fly up to make some distance and goad him to cast some spells to make some opening. But the Lord of Change acts more like a Khornate daemon and never once chants a spell. A Lord of Change must have and be able to cast some spells right? Or did Khorne have corrupted it so much it can’t cast spell? Not to mention all the swings are quite fast and strike harder than I thought it would be. I might not be as skilled in melee combat as I thought I am.

With my left arm numb and my artifact shield showing cracks, I start to dodge the swings.. The lord of change’s maddened screeching starts to grate my patience too. Think me think. I accept the bloodthirster to join me. Reasons to accept and reasons to not echoes but I decide to risk it as this might be just a one time and limited time offer. Will spare the regrets for later after I dealt with the screeching bird. Immediately I know the daemon is sent to my Sanctuary. Let’s hope the daemon is separated into its own section like that one time I managed to tame Tzeentch’s Screamer. Else there will be a lot to explain to the other me.

Refocusing on the fight, it is clear that the Lord of Change is not willing or unable to cast spells. Its manic swinging of the bloodthirster greataxe made me unable to counterattack just from the sheer speed of the swings. I dive to the ground to fight on the ground as I am still not used to fighting midair. Swiftly landing on the ground, I channel magic to my sword

“CLEAVE!” A diagonal swing upwards with whatever magic I can cram to the sword. Invisible streak of magic only visible to those with magic sight cleave the Lord of Change. Cutting one of its wings as well as a huge diagonal wound on its body. But he is unfazed, bringing down all the might and momentum downward. Unable to dodge in time due to my overcommitting the swing, I raised my shield. The ear-splitting sound of the artifact shield breaking disoriented my senses. Followed by a numb then searing burn pain on my arm as the greataxe almost cut through with my arm in between the triangular gap between the upper and lower blade. Not a thought and not a relief even rises before the greataxe comes to life and bites. Cutting my left arm.

“FUCK!” I shot back to made some distance in surprise and pain. That thing can do that!? Or did Tzeentch do some bullshit to that Khornate greataxe? Already the Lord of Change chases after, warped purplish blood flowing freely from his wound and corrupting the land as it drops. Out of option, I brandish my sword and lunge forward. Only for a streak of white blind my vision. A giant wolf, fur silvery white with a size comparable to a Greater Daemon have pounced on the Lord of Change. As the Lord of Change struggles against the wolf, I move to pick my severed arm and reattach it with my regeneration spell. I watch with uncertainty whether the white wolf will attack me if I help. Then snow falls upon the battlefield as the white wolf felt somewhat familiar.

—

Some moments ago within Tor Lithanel

Wolfe struggles in vain and fear as the pain of being forcibly transformed against his will by Nurgle is still fresh in his mind. The voice growls deep in his mind as it takes offense at being likened to the Chaos God and alleviates some of the pressure and power forced into Wolfe.

Do not take this for granted, pup. We share a common enemy

The voice sounds again, noticeably calmer as it decides to not take Wolfe’s free will. Upon noticing this, Wolfe greedily absorbs the power forced into him.

Good

But the voice is not displeased

You will be my herald

Your howl will be heard across the world

Winter and war will come

I, Ulric have returned