Calling - Chapter 3 "Complete" !!!UPDATED!!!

"Kill a foe worthy of me, and i will grant you the last piece of your transformation, go, find an Elector Count of the Empire, challenge him in one on one combat, if you win, kill him, and then burn the city he is in to the ground, i will aid you in this part!" Spoke to the foul voice "Go now!"

The gor with his magic round steel shield, marched on slowly but surely to find such a foe. He came to think of the voice as his master. which is what the voice wanted ofcourse. He walked for days, he never rested, he ate and ripped apart food he had caught while walking. He wanted to be Complete. Then he would be the greatest the voice told him, un-beatable, none could stand against him he said.

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The scared man ran through the inner city walls as if he was crazed, he headed straight for the Elector Counts castle. He reached the gates, but was stopped by the armoured guards "Halt!, do you have a pass or a meeting with Count Stray"
"No, but i have urgent news that he must know!"
"What could you know that our count is intrested in"
"A village, not 6 days from here... its dead, the villagers slaughted every last one!"
"What!" shouted a guard "Let him though the gates!" he shouted up to the gateman up on the wall.
The man carried on sprinting, he reached the Counts Hall, sat in a chair was Count Stray, Tall, well built and fairly hansome, not like some counts who were old and weedy.
They began discussing the event, but shortly into the discussion the Count said "Beastmen, its obvious, the scene you described, obviously Beastmen. They are raiders, they are no threat here in the castle."
"My lord, the land was plagued in nurgle, and there was no signs of herds, just one set of hoof like prints..."
"Hmm, i will alert the scouts, and gaurds on the wall, that is all, i see no threat as of yet."
The guards then dragged away the crazed man, he wouldn't stop shouting at the lord about the coming of doom upon the city.
The Count had ceased to listen to the man as he noticed some of the mans skin was plagued and rotted.

Word quickly spread around the city of the villages silence, but that was the only trhing that spread, the plague on the man, seemed to infect all around him, the only one who didn't get affected was the count, but this jsut made his subjects praise his righteouness more.

A small band of men, related to those of the village, set out to hunt the Plague Beast as they named it. They were only a mile out from the city boundries when they caught the plague and died in seconds.
The Gor's plague like aura was now gigantic.

The Gor arrived at the edge of the city. The few bowmen on the wallswatched with horror as he approached then stopped about 100 yards away from the gates. They raised the alarm, the count rushed to the wall and peered down on the Plague Beast. The gor smirked showing his evil rotting teeth.
"Faaace, Meeee, Count! one on one!" Yelled the Gor
The count being a strong man, was expected to except the challenge, but the size and down right hideousness of the Beastman would put any warrior off. The count Signalled for the archers to fire.
THe arrows flew soundly through the air, hitting all around the Gor, and a few hitting his shield.
One smashed through the gors eye and tucked itself in its socket, the gor growled with anger and ripped it out, blood spat out of the gaping whole. The Archers cheered as they thought it would have died from such a wound, but no. He stood firm. Suddenly, the Large city gates creaked open, and a spearman regiment 50 strong marched out. it cam to a half 10 yards from the Beastman. the 8ft beastman peered down at the puny men and laughed. The Captain of the spearman stepped forward. He rose his spear to stab the Beastman, as he made his first lunge the gor smashed away the tip with his shield and with a clean swipe took of his head. The spearman started to shuffle backwards. As the blood of the captain trickled out, the Beastmans wound seemed to heal, it kept healing until it seemed perfect again, well as perfect as a beastman could be. The watchers on were in awe at the sight of the healing Beastman.

Suddenly the Gor heard the voice in his head "That sword you weild, will replenish you as long as the slaughter never ends, KILL!"
WIth a berzerk fury the Gor smashed into the regiment and slain them all with ruthless cruelty, men on the wall were puking and stuttering at the site on such onslaught.
The count ordered the gate to close, but it was to slow, he was allready inside. The gor looked on as he saw the count and his eprsonal guard retreat behind his army.
"Theres no winning this fight you insignifcant animal!" shouted the Count.
The voice was angered at this notion, so angered that he summoned his own army to fight alongside the Beastman.
Suddenely thousands of plague like monsters and creatures seemed to spawn from the ground. The army of men peered on, and were struck with immence fear.
The beastman rose his sword, and pointed at the count, as soon as he stopped moving, his army of plague lept forth and smashed into the lines of men.

The slaughter was never ending, it could be seen everywhere. A humungoes plague ogre was picking up men and ripping them in two before throwing them at more men. Thousands of tiny plaguelings swarming over the Swordsmen literally eating at their skin. Spawns of Nurgle were lurking forwards mutilating any who didnt flee at first sight.

The gor Marched forwards, slaying any that were near him, the battle seemed to clear out of his way as he walked through.
He reached the stairs where only the count was left, all his men were either fighting, or dead. He drawn his sword and charged down at the gor, he swung to take of his head, but the gor parried. The gor shunted him to the floor with his shield. The count rolled down the stairs smashing of every step. He got back up, but could not stand steadily, there was a gash over his head that was making him tired and noisous. The gor walked up the the Count, and punched his fist at the counts knee cap making it snap the wrong way. The count screamed with pain as he fell crippled to the floor, lieing in his own pool of blood. THe counts last sight was the Gor's hooth smashing into his face.

The army of plague roared with victory as no man was left standing. THe plague creatures sepperated hunting down all life in the City and murdering each and everyone of them.

The voice then Spoke to the Gor...