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

"This is suicide."

"It's impossible for us to save Her Royal Highness the Queen."

"Today is our death date."

When the army of high elves drove to the location of the ring of nine demons, the army of high elves with only more than one thousand people discovered that their opponent was an army of more than one hundred thousand 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, 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, just the total number of these three elite troops is Twice as much as the high elves.

In addition, Arkhan also sent out Gul, this super corpse king once again served Nagash, and the three elite grave guards under Gul’s command are also ready for battle. They are separate It was the Wrathstone Lake Skeleton Army, the Heavenly Tribulation Legion, and the Nether Legion. The guards of these deserted graves continued to follow Gul.

The strongest grave guard unit that caused a fatal blow to the high elves in the First Battle of Nagashza-Nagashza Guards guards the ceremony site, and around them is the reserve team of the undead army-the Knights of the Nether.

The Nether Knights are Manfred’s private army. This army only has Manfred’s head. Their pride in serving the von Kastein family can be traced back to the rise of vampires in the empire. In 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 lowered their spears silently, a cold light flashed from their empty eyes. This is usually the last scene seen by the enemy on the opposite side. .

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-Athalion stood in front of the entire army, and the skeletal wind from Sylvania blew through Prince Eris' armor and hair. Sylvania was very cold. There would be no sunshine all year round, 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 chills in 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 that spews from the face of the skeleton warrior from time to time is like the waves hitting the shore, one after another, impacting 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 dragon, the fleet of dragon ships watching everything, the gorgeous and smooth phalanx of elves and the great eagle knights, 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 Osu'an 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 Yan 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 couldn't 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 guarding Osuan. We, Iris people, for generations and generations, have guarded the sea for Osuan. Even in the most difficult moment, even when the green-skinned king Guru wiped out Tal Iris, we were never desperate. 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 went on to say: "Who am I? Everyone, tell me."

"You are our commander, the prince of Iris!" an elven 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 the enemy is few, even if there is no chance of victory, even if he is destined to die, how can the pride of Azul be prevented by the mere undead? How can it be deprived by a mere battle?

Azul, just disdain!

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

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

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 elf's horn 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 themselves, Aisalion’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 ~ Osuan!!!"

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 elven sang the ancient war hymn of the Elf Empire. Wherever they went, they swept through all the thorns and thorns. The undead, Monsters or those ghosts, one after another fell in front of the sophisticated warriors.

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 was weakened in the extremely terrifying environment of Sylvania, but Bellannar was still the highest archmage second only to Targris in Osuan, facing him in all directions. When the black torrent came, Bellanal raised his hand as a meteorite technique. The scorching meteorite bombarded the undead army, rumbling non-stop, smashing the crowded undead into flesh and blood, and howling miserably. 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, casting spells, 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 Princess Attila’s Taren Rock chariot unit and the charge of 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 of fury and The surging waves swept all the undead nearby, and every elf knight carried his incomparable pride and vowed 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 guards of the deserted graves had gathered. It was Gul, Gul and it. The two desert guard corps under her command, the sharp steel knives on the wheels of the Tyronrock chariot burst into sparks when they came into contact with these overweight armored units, and a whole row of desert guards were chopped with their knees, but they also 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 in the deserted graves.

As soon as the momentum of the charge weakened, 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 used his head to move the chariot. When the chariot rider fell to the ground and was smashed, Princess Attila met Gul, and she knew that she was definitely not Gul’s opponent, so she could only pull the rein to signal to disperse to both sides. .

At the forefront is Aisalion, the prince of Iris. He and his Griffin Stormwing are at the forefront. The Bladetooth Sword can solve a powerful enemy every time it is sent. 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 Oath-worn squad, moved 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 mistake by dying for Aisalion. These warriors have never lacked the courage and determination to fight for life. They used a long spear to penetrate the skull of the undead and cut open the undead with a sharp blade. body of.

A team of Astari sentinels keenly noticed the tomb ghouls and tomb ghouls that emerged 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 monsters that prevented the elven warriors from continuing to advance so that they could maintain their impact. These sentinels ensured the charge and advance 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 burst out their last courage, and began 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 demons, 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 in front of the legion. The last Count of Vampires was a little stunned. He turned to the ceremony site, and the eternal little Queen Ali Sarah, who was imprisoned by 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 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 was injected into the altar.

Archbishop Vekmar is still scolding. His **** database seems to be very good. He doesn’t have heavy scolding all the way, but he is useless. He is now tied with iron slings and the armor of Nagash, and he is loaded with Nagash. Gash's severed 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. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

"...As you wish." Manfred finally glanced contemptuously 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 now, 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 Paladin, 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 and undead) sacred master, he is also a family leader-level vampire. It means that if you want to fight against Manfred, you must be able to deal with his not vulnerable melee (Tyrian evaluation) and powerful various dark magic (Tigerism evaluation), not to mention the Dunkenhof Paladins. , Guards Legion and Nether Knights, the three elites that can instantly overwhelm the entire battlefield.

If Ali Sarah 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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