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Agatagu and Akregon, the brothers, were like dancers woven with flames, showing near-perfect coordination. They rolled and glided at low altitude, like twin falcons in the sky. Without any words, they could accurately complete each attack with their tacit understanding. Flames burst from their throats, like a long burning river, washing away the chaotic waves on the ground.

Agatagu swooped down, his dragon breath gushing out, covering the entire Yankee warband that was trying to escape. The fiery dragon breath burned the heavy wooden shields and iron armor, and the warriors behind the shields turned into shadows in the sea of ​​fire. At the same time, Akregon followed closely, his flames showing a dazzling orange-red color, burning along the flanks of the warband, engulfing the enemies who had escaped Agatagu's attack line one by one.

The two brothers rolled over each other at low altitude, killing mercilessly. Every time they passed by, they left a scorched earth and tragic wails on the ground. Sometimes they attacked each other from the left and right, and sometimes they swept the remaining enemies with their tails and claws. Whenever Agatagu's flames burned the enemy in front to ashes, Akregon followed closely behind, crushing those who tried to evade into mud.

Skulex on the other side was even more terrifying. Compared to the concerted dance of the two brothers, his attack was more direct and violent. He hovered in the air, his shadow covering the huge giants on the ground. His eyes, shining like lava, swept across the enemy formation, looking for a target. When he locked onto a giant, he let out a low roar and then swooped down.

The fiery dragon's breath shot out like a flaming spear, hitting a giant's chest fiercely. The giant's skin and flesh burst open in the high temperature, and his huge body fell to the ground with a bang, crushing several unfortunate companions behind him. The surrounding Yankees fled in all directions, but he ignored these minions at all. His target was those huge, ugly monsters. This was the mission he received before the attack.

A giant roared and swung a huge wooden stick in his hand, trying to knock him down from the air. The stick whistled and chopped at him, but he was not afraid. He flapped his wings to meet the challenge and used his sharp claws to meet the huge wooden stick.

With a violent collision, the wooden stick instantly shattered into countless pieces under the grip of the sharp claws and was crushed into dust like dead grass.

Skulex did not stop, his claws swung down like lightning, directly ripped open the giant's abdomen, blood and internal organs poured out, dyeing the ground red. Then, he bit the giant's neck, and the huge force broke the giant's cervical vertebrae, and blood gushed out of the gaping wound like a fountain.

After completing the attack, Skulex did not stop for a moment to admire his "work". He began to run on the ground, his huge body like a moving mountain, crushing all the enemies around him who dared to approach. His claws and tail swept around mercilessly, crushing the Yankees and beastmen on the ground into meat patties.

In the distance, another giant roared and rushed towards him, holding the wooden stick high in his hand, trying to suppress this extremely ferocious red dragon with brute force.

Skulex sneered, turned around suddenly, and hit the giant's waist with his tail like an iron whip. After a dull thud, the giant bent over in pain, his fragile lumbar vertebrae were shattered by the tail whip, and then he fell to the ground powerlessly.

He had no mercy on these ugly creatures. He was too familiar with the weaknesses of these Chaos Giants. Having lived in Norsca for many years, he was already familiar with dealing with these clumsy behemoths. He pounced on the fallen giant, and his claws easily tore the opponent's throat, ending the giant's life.

The killing continued, the embers of the fire had not yet completely extinguished, and the scorched earth on the ground seemed to be whispering about the destruction brought by the red dragons.

The performance of these six red dragons fully illustrates Caledo’s proverb: The dragon itself is an army!
Ashdaron and Calledel did not launch any follow-up attacks. After completing the initial devastating blow, the couple followed Dacius's orders, spread their wings, and turned to the west. The two dragons glided gracefully in the night sky, their huge figures appearing mysterious and majestic in the moonlight. They adjusted their flight path and finally appeared precisely above the charging Druki cavalry.

On the ground, Druki's cavalry and chariots were launching a thunderous charge. The cold lizard knights rode on their sturdy mounts, their cold armor gleaming coldly in the light of the fire and the moon, and the sharp spears in their hands were like extensions of death.

Hundreds of cold lizard cavalry formed a wave of steel, roaring forward. The chariots roared and kicked up snow and mud, the wheels made a sharp friction sound that made people's teeth ache, and the blades on the chariots tore through the air at full speed, like the scythe of the god of death. And behind this frenzy of steel and flesh, the infantry phalanx that followed steadily advanced in a denser formation, cooperating with the charging force in front, building a torrent of destruction.

Ashdaron and Calledar circled above the soldiers' heads, stirring up gusts of air as their huge wings flapped. The cold lizard knights and charioteers were all attracted by the two figures in the sky. The infantrymen who were marching looked up at the sky with awe and excitement in their eyes. They knew very well that the existence of the dragon was not only a symbol of strength, but also a guarantee of victory in this war.

Draka, riding on the saddle of the cold lizard, also looked up and watched the scene. There was a trace of envy in his expression, and he secretly admired the power of the dragon. In his vision, the killing in the distance was still going on, and the flames and screams seemed to be the war songs written by the red dragons. His cold lizard was galloping, his hands were tightly holding the reins, but his thoughts had already flown far away.

"Compared to the black dragon... the red dragon is more powerful and more intimidating."

He weighed the options silently in his heart, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Dakwus was famous for his generosity, and he considered himself a friend of Dakwus. If he performed well, maybe... he could also get a red dragon? Just like the Witch King and Malok, this thought made his heart surge, and his determination in his eyes became more firm.

Suddenly, a deafening roar came from the Cold Lizard Cavalry's formation. It was the big guy's voice.

Selire, who was riding on the big guy's back, felt a little scared. He could feel that the big guy was very angry at this moment, his muscles were bulging, and his eyes were fierce. He wanted to raise his hand to comfort the big guy, but this idea only stayed in his mind for a moment and then suddenly disappeared.

The big guy's eyes were fixed on Dakwus, who was at the head of Ashdaron, and anger almost burst out of his eyes. His roar echoed on the battlefield like thunder, causing all the cold lizards to pause for a moment.

Then, his roar resonated with the cold lizards, and all the cold lizards roared in unison, and the battlefield was suddenly filled with earth-shaking roars. Then the cold lizards began to speed up, and their pace became faster, as if driven by some invisible force, as if they were chasing a giant dragon in the sky.

Dacus stood above Ashdaron, and knowing how dirty the big guy's curse was, his expression became a little awkward. He twitched his nose, and forced a silent smile at the corner of his mouth.

Unlike the Battle of Altdorf, the big guy at this time has become the core of the cold lizard cavalry, wearing a magic ornament around his neck. The ornament will not enhance his strength and speed, but it can make his voice spread more widely, just like when Daxus gave a speech above the Nagarond camp, which was extremely penetrating.

Under the command of the big guy, the cold lizard cavalry group that could only be deployed once became even more terrifying. Later, Daxus also planned to give him glasses with guidance function, which would show him the overall view through the floating assault ship, just like an artillery observation balloon.

But Daxus thought it was not very reliable because of the chain of command and the IQ of the Cold Lizards. It was more difficult to control than airdropping a warrant and moving the machine gun position 5 meters to the left.

How to convey and receive instructions is a big problem, but fortunately there is plenty of time for experiments... and this matter is not his responsibility.

"Although I don't understand what he is saying, I can feel that he is very angry." Ashdaron's low voice sounded in Daxus's ears.

"Haha... Don't worry about him, he'll be fine in a while." Hearing this, Dacus's expression became even more embarrassed. He patted Ashdaron's head and then laughed dryly twice.

Just before the cavalry collided with the enemy, Ashdaron and Calledel made adjustments, and under Daquus's command, the two began to dive. Hot dragon breath gushed out of their open mouths, and the flames swept down like a destructive storm.

The cavalrymen who witnessed this scene almost forgot to breathe. What they saw was a magnificent sight that could not be described in words. The breath of the two dragons was like a red and blue torrent, tearing the darkness apart and turning the enemy's formation into an abyss of blazing flames. The enemy's hastily prepared line collapsed under this blow. The Yankees screamed in despair and tried to dodge, but the flames devoured everything mercilessly, leaving only charred debris and spreading smoke.

Ashdaron's flames gushed out, burning a whole row of enemies who were trying to form a defensive line with their shields raised. Ledael's blue flames caused a violent explosion in the enemy formation, crushing the enemies who were trying to organize an attack.

Soon, the cavalrymen were too late to be shocked. Their mission was not yet completed. The dragon had only opened a breakthrough, and they had to tear this breakthrough deeper. They all lowered their heads, laid down their spears and lances, and pointed the steel tips at the enemy in front.

Every knight knows that the moment of charge is the most dangerous and the most glorious moment. They must tear through the enemy formation with the force of thunder and let the enemy's blood soak the land.

"For the Witch King!"

"For Naggaroth!"

"For the Hand of the Witch King!"

Shouts of killing rang out, and the cold lizards' iron hooves thundered on the ground. The knights' spears collided with the remaining enemies, making a harsh metal collision and a horrifying sound of bone cracking.

Draka was in the center of the charge. Amid the roar of the big guy, his cold lizard rushed forward like a black lightning. The Yankee in front of him had not yet recovered from the horror of the dragon's breath, and was pierced through the back by the spear in his hand. He turned the spear expressionlessly, picked it up, and threw the enemy's body away, then drew his weapon and continued to charge.

The cold lizards' sharp teeth bit into the enemy, crushing the Yankees who tried to resist into pulp. The knights in the back row either swung their leaf hammers or swung their swords to cut down the enemies who were still standing. The chariots followed, and the blades on the wheels cut the fallen enemies into bloody pieces.

The battlefield turned into a one-sided massacre with no so-called honor at all.

The figure of a giant dragon hovered in the air, the iron hooves of the cavalry trampled the ground, and the blades of the chariots rotated and tore through the blockers. Destruction and killing filled the land, and the Yankee's line had completely collapsed. Only a few enemies were still resisting stubbornly, but this was not enough to stop this torrent-like offensive.
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The cape fluttered on Kolan's back, and the weapon in his hand spun flexibly as if it were a living thing. The magic spear and the halberd collided, and the cold light it aroused was so fast that it was difficult to catch. His speed matched the bloody queen's frenzy, and the battle between the two sides formed a vortex of death. Anyone who tried to get close would be crushed, beheaded, or waved away.

Watching this scene, Kerillian turned her head to look at Eltharion. She was originally preparing to make some jokes, but after seeing Eltharion's expression, she shook her head and then looked at the championship duel.

Eltharion did not see Kerillian's gaze, but instead cast his eyes on the display of skill and violence that dazzled him. Valkia's presence stirred his bloodlust, forcing him to suppress his violent impulses with all his might. His reason told him to control himself, and this restraint almost exhausted all his willpower.

The sound of weapons colliding pulled him back to reality from his inner struggle. He saw the tip of Valkia's magic spear piercing Kolan, and its tip flashed coldly under the light of the fire. He wondered if the magic spear was coated with poison. When the tip of the spear passed, a stream of blood splashed on the captain's breastplate. The magic spear secreted sticky pus, as if it was the blood of the life it had killed.

He put himself in Kolan's shoes, calmly analyzing Valkia's weaknesses and looking for flaws, even though he didn't know who this terrifying creature was. In his cognition, the captain of the Black Guard was against him, but to be the captain of the Black Guard, he was undoubtedly a battle-hardened warrior. He believed that Kolan would be able to find a way to win. After all, this was not a civil war among the elves, but a duel between the elves and chaos. Emotionally, he hoped that the captain of the Black Guard could defeat the monster.

Twitching his nose, he could smell the breath coming from the demon, a complex smell filled the air, the smell of splattered blood mixed with the fragrance of decaying roses, sweet but suffocating, mixed with the bitterness of corruption.

At this moment, his eyes were drawn to the demon head on Valkia's shield. What horrified him was that the ugly eyes turned to him and stared at him. The corners of the mouth full of needle-like fangs slowly rose, and the forked tongue licked the snake-like lip line.

"Come closer, kid."

A whispered hissing sounded deep in Eltharion's mind, and he shook his head and blinked hard, trying to get rid of the feeling that made his bile rise up his throat. He saw the demon's eyes close for a moment and then suddenly open. The originally dark irises now turned into a blazing blood-red ball of light, and the burning gaze that pierced his soul made him irresistibly attracted.

"Come closer. Is she not great? Is she not glorious? Come, child. Accept the embrace of Khaine's Bride and bask in her glory. When you can no longer bear her majesty, draw your sword and plunge it into her breast. Slay the Blood Queen Valkia here and now. If you do, my god will reward you with endless rewards."

The demonshield's words were like the whisper of a venomous snake, full of temptation. For a moment, Eltharion almost believed that this was indeed possible. But it was only in that short moment, and soon, a thought emerged in his mind: Why did this demon choose to whisper to him? Why not someone else? Or was he not the only one being tempted?

After meeting Dacus, he learned the importance of self-knowledge, and this sentence was deeply embedded in his heart like a brand. He did not think that he was a strong enough warrior to kill the existence in front of him.

Maybe he could do it in the future? But definitely not now. Not long ago, he almost died under the sword of that Chaos Warrior. In his cognition, that Chaos Warrior was completely not on the same level as the one in front of him. Because he knew his own abilities, he was more convinced that he could not accomplish such a ridiculous thing.

The world around him seemed to become blurred, turning into a chaotic mess of sounds and colors. He could feel the devil's voice trying to invade his consciousness, and the low, seemingly infinitely tempting voice echoed in his mind.

"you can do it."

"trust yourself."

"you can do it."

The blood-red eyes stared at him, engraving an absurd belief deep into his consciousness. He suddenly laughed, and his laughter was not joyful, but a kind of cold mockery. He looked down at his hands, slowly clenched them, and then raised his eyes and looked directly at the demon shield without fear.

"Is this... the devil's trick?"

His voice was low and firm. A stern curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, which showed contempt for temptation. He stood there, motionless, without any sign of being led or shaken.

"Go and seduce others, devil!" He whispered, his words full of sarcasm and disdain. He chose to reject this "gift" full of lies with his own beliefs. His heart was still beating, but his soul seemed to be burning with a cold flame, isolating the devil's whispers.

He knew that this was all just a test, a ridiculous trick, but he refused to give up his will.

Not too far away, the championship showdown was still going on.

After dodging a magic spear attack, Koulan quickly turned around and used the kinetic energy generated by this action to swing a left hook, hitting the demon's right face solidly with a crisp impact sound.

Valkia's head was knocked off balance, but she spun and hit Kolan's helmet with the end of her magic spear, knocking it off his head. Then her wings flapped slowly, hovering high in the air, unreachable.

"You fought well." An evil smile appeared on her cold and beautiful face.

"Come back and fight me!" Koulan roared.

With a creepy laugh, Valkia swooped down from the sky like a meteorite, so fast that even the air around her made a sharp whistle. Her magic spear pointed directly at Kolan's chest, and the tip of the spear glowed with a strange blood-red light, like a hungry beast, eager to tear apart any prey that stood in its way.

Kolan took a deep breath, stood firmly on his feet, and clenched his halberd with both hands. He knew that escaping was meaningless and the only way was to confront head-on. He shifted his center of gravity slightly backward, his muscles tensed like a bowstring, and aimed at the direction that Valkia was about to attack.

A bang!
The magic spear and the halberd collided fiercely, causing a sharp metallic roar.

The huge impact almost made Koulan's arms numb. He felt his chest was dulled by the shock and his palms were stinging due to friction. However, his feet did not move at all. He gritted his teeth and blocked the attack.

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Valkia's attack did not stop. Her body was as flexible as a snake, and she rotated sideways with the force of the impact. The magic spear quickly changed from the tip to the tail, and the end swept towards Kolan's head. Kolan subconsciously used his halberd to block, but it was not completely successful. The end of the magic spear hit his shoulder hard, and the impact made his body pause. A long crack was torn on the shoulder armor, and blood gushed out.

“Ridiculous mortal, struggle!” Valkia sneered, flapping her wings and accelerating forward again.

Koulan growled and forced himself to steady himself. He turned his body, and taking advantage of the gap left by the magic spear, he swept the halberd out, aiming directly at Valkia's flank.

The attack was extremely fierce and accompanied by a roar of anger.

Valkia seemed to have expected this. She flapped her wings and slid gracefully to the side, stirring the air and leaving behind a scorching air current.

The two men fought in close combat, and the confrontation became increasingly intense.

Each of Valkia's attacks was like a venomous snake, swift and precise, going straight to Kolan's vital points. The magic spear cut through the air, making a low whimpering sound.

Kolan's halberd was like a violent storm, and he went all out with every strike, trying to tear through Valkia's defenses. The two of them moved around the battlefield like dancers, and every clash caused sparks to fly from the metal.

Valkia spun quickly, stabbing Kolan's abdomen with the tip of her spear at a tricky angle. Kolan took a step back and blocked the attack with her halberd. Before Kolan could catch his breath, she was close and hit Kolan's knee with the end of her magic spear, trying to make him lose balance. Kolan jumped suddenly to avoid the attack, and at the same time smashed his halberd to the ground, trying to use the snow to block Valkia's sight.

opportunity!

Koulan took advantage of this moment to tightly grip the halberd and quickly swung it across.

Valkia's vision was blocked by the snow, and she dodged a little slowly. The butt of her gun was hit by the halberd, making a sharp metal friction sound, and her body tilted slightly.

Kolan quickly adjusted his posture and swung the halberd from bottom to top. The blade brushed against Valkia's abdominal armor, leaving a deep crack, and dark red blood slowly seeped out.

Valkia glanced down, a bloodthirsty smile forming on her lips, this attack made her even more excited.

"Yes, mortal, but not enough!"

Before she finished speaking, she turned around quickly, and the spike at the end of the magic spear swept towards Koulan's waist like a giant python. Koulan immediately blocked it with his halberd, but was still pushed back a few steps, and the snow under his feet made a crackling sound, leaving a deep dent.

Kolan swayed to steady himself, but Valkia didn't give him a chance to breathe. The magic spear stabbed at him like a venomous snake, and each strike was deadly accurate and powerful, forcing him to retreat step by step. His armor had been cut into several holes, and blood was oozing out, but he could only grit his teeth and hold on, looking for a glimmer of hope.

Valkia's attack was like a storm, her movements were as swift as the wind, and every attack was accompanied by an unstoppable pressure. Suddenly, the tail end of the magic spear hit Kolan's calf, causing Kolan to lose balance and fall heavily to the ground. She flapped her wings, jumped high, and stabbed down with the magic spear in her hand.

Kolan rolled to the side at the critical moment, avoiding the fatal blow. The magic spear pierced the ground, cracking the earth and sending rubble flying. He took the opportunity to swing his halberd and pierced Valkia's leg with the blade.

The Blood Queen took a step back lightly, flapping her wings to carry herself away from danger, as if this blow was just a light taste for her.

Valkia circled in the air, adjusted the angle, and dived again. Her speed was as fast as lightning, and the magic spear drew a scarlet track in the night, heading straight for Kolan's head.

Koulan roared and swung his halberd to meet the attack. The weapons of both sides collided violently, causing a deafening roar.

Valkia used the power of flapping wings to push Kolan back several meters.

Koulan's body collided with a black guard, he groaned, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. His vision was blurred, but he still managed to stand up.

Valkia slowly rose into the air, her wings spread out in the moonlight, like a goddess from the abyss, looking down at mortals indifferently. The magic spear in her hand drooped slightly, as if she was no longer interested in the prey in front of her.

However, those eyes burning with blood-red light always locked onto Kolan, scrutinizing his every move. She was used to the evil magic woven into her opponent's armor, and the pain that followed after hitting the armor. As the companion of the God of War, her immortal body was far tougher than her opponent's flesh and blood.

To her, the enemy in front of her was just a prey that would fight back, and she liked such prey.

Koran endured the severe pain in his body and stood up with difficulty. He felt his whole body protesting, and the pain from the wound burned his will like a flame. However, he did not retreat. He held the halberd tightly and stood firmly. At this moment, he was like a wall standing in Naggaroth, standing firm. He took a deep breath, dispelled the hesitation in his heart, and prepared to face the battle in front of him that was almost impossible to win.

Valkia swooped down again, and the magic spear stabbed like lightning.

Kolan used his agility to deflect the fatal blow. He spun around and tried to trip Valkia with a swift kick. Valkia leaped up lightly, flapping her wings like a ghost in the dark night, and the magic spear in her hand chopped down from above again, with the force of thunder.

Kolan quickly raised his halberd to meet the attack. The halberd blade collided with the magic spear, and a deafening metallic roar broke out. Sparks flew, and blood oozed from the end of Valkia's magic spear, falling to the ground with a hissing corrosion sound. The force of the blow made his arms numb, but he gritted his teeth and did not let go.

"You're already pretty good, mortal." Valkia sneered, her voice like an icy blade cutting through Koran's soul.

Kolan could feel the pressure in Valkia's eyes, as if the existence of this monster itself was a test of his will. He felt his will wavering for a moment, and there seemed to be a voice whispering deep in his heart, tempting him to succumb to the invincible existence in front of him.

"No!"

He roared, his will was as strong as iron, fighting back the whispers that crept into his heart. Naggaroth must stand firm, a new era has begun, his story has just begun, he wants to write his own story!

His mind quickly calmed down, and he forced himself to look away from Valkia's burning gaze. He suddenly lowered his body and stepped back, temporarily increasing the distance between the two.

"run!"

At this moment, a deep, majestic and anxious voice penetrated the depths of the soul. This voice was like an order, strong and irresistible.

Valkia's magic gun stopped in mid-air, and her movements paused slightly. She narrowed her eyes slightly, and the next second, she realized the source of the sound. The sneer on her face disappeared, and then she let out a frustrated roar, spread her wings, and flapped the rising air in the night sky, trying to use the rising air to take herself into the sky, so that she would gradually disappear in the night sky where moonlight and war intertwined.

"Is this... a desire to run away?"

After muttering something, Kerillian spread her legs steadily, half-knelt on her right leg, stepped forward with her right leg, and supported her body steadily. She took out the burning spark arrow from the quiver, put it on the longbow, took a deep breath, held her breath and aimed. The fully drawn bowstring trembled slightly, and her fingertips loosened, and the arrow streaked through the night sky like a meteor, heading straight for Valkia's figure.

After firing the arrow, she did not pause. She took out three spark arrows with smooth movements, put the bowstring on at the same time, took aim briefly, and then shot continuously. The arrows chased after each other like meteors, cutting through the sky above the battlefield.

At the same time, the surrounding elves also launched their attacks as if they had received a signal. Countless arrows and crossbow bolts flew into the air from all directions, covering Valkia's figure like a huge net of death.

Valkia let out a deafening roar, and swung the magic spear in her hand like a hurricane, shooting down the oncoming arrows one by one. With each collision, the friction between the spear blade and the arrow head produced dazzling sparks, shattering the surrounding air. Her movements were as fast as thunder, and her wings flapped violently, stirring up a violent airflow, which deflected some of the flying arrows from their trajectory.

Even so, it was difficult to completely resist the attacks from all directions. Several arrows broke through her defenses, and one of the spark arrows passed by her flank, grazed her shoulder armor, and left a burning mark on her armor. Another spark arrow hit the place where her back and wings were connected, and the severe pain instantly made her body suddenly stop.

Her screams turned from anger to pain, and then mixed with resentment and hatred.

She struggled in the air, flapping her wings to try to stabilize her body, but her injured wings could not fully unfold. Blood flowed from her back like a river, which was extremely dazzling in the moonlight.

She turned over suddenly and drew a fiery arc with her magic spear, partially dispersing the rain of arrows. However, the continuous attacks slowed her movements, and she tried to rise again, trying to escape from this deadly area, but several arrows and crossbow bolts followed in the sky, pinning her down in mid-air.

Her eyes burned with scarlet rage and a sharp roar once again emanated from her mouth. Even though she was covered in wounds, her figure still exuded a majesty and fear that was difficult to ignore. She was like an enraged predator, struggling unwillingly but still intimidating.

But the moment she turned around, she saw a huge figure in the sky swooping down towards her rapidly. Her eyes widened, and the momentum she had previously possessed suddenly dissipated from her.

At this moment, she seemed to know something. (End of this chapter)