Warhammer Throne

Chapter 1201, the battle of the nine demons

"How many enemies are we going to face? One to fifty? One to a hundred?"

"This is suicide."

"It is impossible for us to save Her Royal Highness the little queen."

"Today is our death date."

When the army of high elves drove to the location of the ring of the nine demons, the army of high elves with only more than a thousand people discovered that their opponent was an army of more than 100,000 undead.

Arkhan and Manfred’s entire army was dispatched. When Arkhan focused all his attention on the resurrection ceremony, Manfred’s three most elite troops, the Dunkenhof Paladins (Undead Black Knights), The Helmut Guards (Elite Grave Guards) and Dunkenhof Guards (Elite Grave Guards) are all ready for battle. Not to mention, the total number of these three elite troops is Twice as many high elves.

In addition, Arkhan also sent out Gul. This super corpse king once again served Nagash. Gul’s three elite grave guards were also ready for battle. It was the Wrathstone Lake Skeleton Army, the Heavenly Tribulation Legion, and the Nether Legion. These desolate grave guards continued to follow Gul.

The strongest desolate guard unit that caused a fatal blow to the high elves in the battle of Nagashza-Nagashza guards guarded the ceremony site, and around them was the reserve of the undead army-the Knights of the Nether.

The Nether Knights are Manfred’s private direct line of troops. This army is only the head of Manfred. Their proud history of serving the von Kastein family can be traced back to the rise of vampires in the empire. Those days They have gained countless horror titles on the battlefield. Dark magic ragingly formed an aura of death and fear around these knights. When the knights quietly lowered their spears, a cold light flashed from their empty eyes. This is usually the last scene seen by the opposite enemy. .

In other words, the number of elite troops of the undead alone is ten times that of the high elves.

For a while, the entire elven army was silent, and every son of Osuan understood that this was their last battle.

The Ruthless One-Athalion stood in front of the army, and the skeletal wind from Sylvania blew through Prince Iris' armor and hair. Sylvania was very cold. There would be no sunshine all year round here, undead The wind is reckless and white, the lonely world is so solemn and depressed, and a desolate scene of the last days makes people feel cold from the bones.

In the distance, the undead army is boundless, they are as much as the sea water surrounding Osu'an, and the soul fire spewing from the face of the skeleton warrior from time to time is like the waves hitting the shore, wave after wave hit the high elves. Our guards.

Every son of Osuan could not help but sing the elegy of the Elf Empire when he saw this scene before him.

They are here to save the little queen, but why are they only? Only they are more than a thousand people?

Where are the high elves sweeping the world?

Where are the legendary phoenix guards, the roaring Kaldor dragons, the fleet of dragon ships watching everything, the magnificent and smooth phalanx of elves and the great eagle riders, those Charis war lions and magic phoenixes?

Why are we only left?

Fifteen hundred people against one hundred thousand, and dozens of layers of shield walls against the undead, almost every Osuan soldier was sadly unable to speak. Many people couldn't help but shed tears and some even couldn't help but speak up. Weeping, they are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of dying worthless, afraid of dying silently, afraid that all their efforts will be useless.

Asu is on top, how much hardship does Asu have to go through? Why do the gods treat us this way? What did we do wrong?

Even Princess Attila and Bellannar the wise could not help but shake.

"Why are you crying?" Only the cold one-Aisalion, as always, said to everyone coldly, the bladed sword in his hand pointed towards the sea of ​​undead, his voice was like Iris As perseverance as a guide stone: "My father, my family, they all paid the price of their lives for the defense of Osuan. We, Iris people, for generations and generations, have guarded the sea for Osuan. Even in the most difficult moment, even when the green-belly king Guru wiped out Tal-Iris, we were never desperate, and we were willing to give up our strength to Osuan. Everyone, what is there? Are you crying?"

All the elven soldiers were silent.

Seeing the crowd still did not respond, Essarion continued, "Who am I? Everyone, tell me."

"You are our commander, the prince of Iris!" an elf nobleman came up and said loudly.

"So, do you trust your prince?" Aisalion was expressionless, looking at everyone with a lower gaze.

"His Royal Highness, your people will always follow you no matter what circumstances they encounter, no matter what the ending is." the elf nobleman said loudly.

"No matter what the ending?" Issarian repeated, he looked into the distance again, tens of thousands of undead army, thousands of grave guards, countless skeleton knights and black knights, and There are countless troops of undead monsters, as well as that Manfred von Kastein and the legendary corpse king Gul.

"We swear to serve." All the elves shouted together.

Yes, even if there are few enemies, even if there is no chance of victory, even if they are destined to die, how can the pride of Azul be prevented by the mere undead? How can it be taken away in a mere battle?

Azul, just disdain!

Gradually, the high-precision soldiers changed. They stopped crying and no longer felt sad. The young pikemen stretched out their hands to wipe away the tears, and their eyes on the undead became firmer and stronger. They regarded death as home.

Aisalion was pleased to see that the morale of the Azuls was high, and every elven warrior raised his weapon and saluted their commander in command. The line of the army spread out like waves, everyone’s face The pride and pride belonging to Azul rose up.

This is Azul! ! !

The horn belonging to Iris has sounded. Even in the face of an army of more than one hundred thousand undead, the sound of the horn of the elves is still clearly audible throughout the undead curse.

They are all warriors, they are true brave men, their blood and sacrifices will comfort the gods, comfort the entire Osuan, and will also comfort everything we have done. Aisalion proudly and proudly raises the sword Sword, to give the final military salute to everyone.

On the strong Griffin Stormwing, the prince is as cruel as a watchman for hundreds of years, indifferent and ruthless. The cold wind of Sylvania blew his hair and cloak, even if it was 1,500. For 100,000, even if the two-way reinforcements failed to arrive, even if the human army recklessly ruined himself, Aysarian’s battle roar still made the Lich King Arkhan and the last vampire Earl Manver casting a spell. Reid felt terrified.

"Go ahead! Azul!"

"For the Phoenix Palace, for Alisala, for ~ Osu'an!!!"

Like a silver thunderbolt blasting the dark clouds before the storm, the high elves began to charge.

The sons of Osuan knew very well that there was no life in this battle, but they didn’t care anymore. Every elves sang the ancient war hymn of the Elf Empire. Wherever they went, they swept through the thorns and thorns. The undead, Monsters, or those ghosts, fell in front of the sophisticated warriors one after another.

The wise Bellanal led a team of Hors sword masters. The great sword carefully crafted in the Vaal Anvil can chop up a large piece of skeleton ribs every time it is swung, and cut out pieces of bone residue, the Hors sword. There are not many saints but they can count as ten, and their advance is almost unstoppable.

The second archmage's mana was weakened in the extremely terrifying environment of Sylvania, but Bellanar was still the highest archmage second only to Taigris in Osuan, facing him in all directions. With the coming black torrent, Bellanal raised his hand to be a meteorite technique. The hot meteorite bombarded the undead army, rumbling non-stop, smashing the crowded undead into flesh and blood, and howling horribly. But there are too many dead souls, and a batch of dead rushes up again.

At the same time, Bellannar will have to fight dozens of Necromancers on his own. The second archmage must take care of melee combat, spell casting and suppressing the wind of magic at the same time. This will be an extremely severe challenge.

On the left flank of the front line is the charge of Princess Attila’s Tallen Rock chariots and the knights, the barren and dry land of Sylvania trembles under the trampling of the elf horses, and the courageous and fearless Princess Attila raises the sky with anger and The surging waves swept all the undead nearby, and every elf knight carried his unparalleled pride, vowing to vent all his anger on the undead.

The elves are so brave and fearless that they almost dashed through the army of the undead. When Princess Attila realized that everything went well before the report, a large group of grave guards had gathered. It was Gul, Gul and it. The two desert guard corps under his command, the sharp steel knives on the wheels of the Tyronnock chariot burst into sparks when they came into contact with these overweight armored units. A whole row of desert guards were chopped with their knees, but As a result, the speed of the chariot slowed down, and the knights were unable to break through the shield wall formed by the elite guards of the Netherwalker Legion.

The momentum of the charge weakened slightly, and the ancient halberd pierced the horse’s body, the knight’s scales, one by one, the chariot was forced to slow down, and a bloodthirsty manta wolf rushed from the side and moved the chariot with his head. Overturned, the chariot rider fell to the ground and was ripped apart, while Princess Attila met Gul. On the first day of the match, she knew that she was definitely not Gul’s opponent, so she could only pull the reins to signal to the sides. .

At the forefront is Essarion, the prince of Iris. He and his Griffin Stormwing are at the forefront. Each time the Bladetooth Sword is sent, it can solve a powerful enemy. Every time the Griffin slaps its wings, Can swept the nearby spears and spears, the fragile body structure of the skeleton warriors could not support the huge force of the storm wings, and it shattered like glass.

Following the gap made by Aisalion, a team of Mistwalkers, Aisorama Swearers marched forward bravely. As the guards of Aisalion’s late father, these Mistwalkers failed to fulfill their responsibility to defend the prince. Feeling guilty for his failure, and vowed to make up for his mistakes by dying for Aisalion. These warriors have never lacked courage and determination to fight for life. They used a spear to penetrate the skull of the undead and cut the undead with a sharp blade. body of.

A team of Astari sentries keenly noticed the tomb ghouls and tomb ghouls emerging from the queue of the undead. Under the leadership of the captain, they bent their bows and used arrows, and a rain of arrows like locusts harvested these possibilities. The monster that prevented the elven warriors from moving forward, so that they could maintain their impact. These sentinels ensured the charge and advancement of Aisalion, but they soon fell into the surrounding of the undead, with nowhere to escape. Luke live.

"We can only stop here, Your Royal Highness, I wish you success." The sentries broke out their last courage, and started fighting with the surrounding undead, dragging these enemies, so that their prince and the Mistwalker troops can keep moving forward. impact.

Standing on the ring of the Nine Devils, Manfred watched inconceivably that the elite with only more than a thousand people actually broke through several layers of military formations, and was about to kill the guards of Nagashza, the Paladins of Dunkenhof, Dunkenhof guards the army before, the last vampire earl was a little stunned. He moved towards the ceremony site, the eternal little queen Ali Sarah, who was imprisoned by iron chains and magic, smiled and said: "Oh hello~our little queen Your Majesty, look at it, your tribe is here, come to die, are you very happy?"

"Manfred, you are a scum in the world." Alisala's consciousness was still sober at this time. The little queen watched the elves charge bravely and fearlessly, and hope was ignited in her already desperate heart. She understood Essarion, her father's best friend, once made up his mind, no one can stop it.

Perhaps, there is still a chance, Alisala stared at Manfred fiercely, and then no matter how provocative Manfred was, she stopped uttering any words.

Manfred suddenly felt very boring. For him, seeing other people’s painful torture and desperate expressions was the greatest pleasure. He immediately focused on Arkhan’s side, and saw that the Lich King had already taken out the dagger. , The archbishop Isabella, the goddess of war, cut his throat to sacrifice, and the hot blood mixed with the power of faith poured into the altar.

Archbishop Vekmar is still scolding. His **** database seems to be very good. He doesn’t have a lot of scolding all the way, but he has no use for farts. He is now strapped with iron ropes and the armor of Nagash. Gash severed his hand, ready to accept the power of the Necromancer.

"Manfred, it's your turn." Seeing Aisalion getting closer, Arkhan's impatient voice sounded: "If you can't stop these elves, let them interrupt the resurrection ceremony, everything is over. "

"... as you wish." Manfred finally glanced at the eternal little queen who was still stubborn. The vampire count knew that it would not be good for him to leave the ceremony, because his plan was to fight at a critical moment. The ritual of chaos directly absorbs the power of Nagash-this will allow him to be promoted to a demigod and crowned as the death lord.

However, as Ackhan said, if the resurrection ceremony is disrupted by the elves, then everything he fought for will be vanished, which is not what Manfred wants to see.

Under Arkhan's repeated urging, Manfred mounted his undead war horse and led the Dunkenhof Paladins, Dunkenhof Guards and Nether Knights to join the battlefield.

The addition of Manfred was a fatal blow to the high-precision. As a dual-line (death system, undead system), the sanctuary archmage, and a family leader-level vampire, Manfred is a double cultivation of the devil and the weapon. It means that if you want to fight Manfred, you must be able to deal with his melee that is not vulnerable (Tyrian evaluation) and powerful dark magic (Tigerian evaluation), not to mention the Dunkenhof Paladins , Guards Corps and Nether Knights, the three elites that can instantly overwhelm the entire battlefield.

If Alisala had some hope for the future before, then what the little queen saw with her own eyes made her cry in turbid tears.

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