He had taken his name from those fangs, teeth he had been born with and which belonged in the jaws of a wolf, not the mouth of a man. His bearded face pulled back in a grim smile that displayed his sharp fangs. Tall, powerfully built even for the muscular breeds of Norsca, the skulls of his conquests dangling from the chains fastened to his armour, Wulfrik knew the mere sight of him was enough to strike terror into the hearts of lesser men. The northman turned his eyes from the heavens and stared back at the bleak terrain over which his enemies were even now stalking him. There would be a reckoning, and not all the daemons of the Wastes would deny him. The Norscan ground his fangs together, imagining the many ways his revenge would unfold. It was a small betrayal beside what had come before it. Wulfrik glared at the croaking birds and spat against the rocky earth. A great murder of the scavenger birds had risen into the sky, betraying what the northmen had done to every eye within a hundred leagues. The crows had gathered quickly, drawn by the smell of death in the air.
Prologue The wintry sky was blemished by black stains that whirled and circled high overhead, their ugly squawks raining down upon the ears of the men below. As the time of battle draws ever nearer, the Empire needs heroes like never before. And from the northern wildernesses there is the ever-present threat of Chaos, of daemons and beastmen corrupted by the foul powers of the Dark Gods. There are rumours of rat-things, the skaven, emerging from the sewers and swamps across the land. Bandits and renegades harry the wild southern lands of the Border Princes. In the towering Worlds Edge Mountains, the orc tribes are gathering for another assault.
Across the length and breadth of the Old World, from the knightly palaces of Bretonnia to ice-bound Kislev in the far north, come rumblings of war. And from his throne in Altdorf reigns the Emperor Karl Franz, sacred descendant of the founder of these lands, Sigmar, and wielder of his magical warhammer. Known for its engineers, sorcerers, traders and soldiers, it is a land of great mountains, mighty rivers, dark forests and vast cities. At the heart of the Old World sprawls the Empire, the largest and most powerful of the human realms. Amidst all of the fire, flame and fury it is a time, too, of mighty heroes, of bold deeds and great courage. It is an age of battle and death, and of the world’s ending. This is a dark age, a bloody age, an age of daemons and of sorcery.
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