During the Winter Veil Festival, the Knight King Kingdom was having a meeting to discuss their next move.
The Empire was busy with all kinds of civil strife. Emperor Karl-franz announced the cancellation of most of the Winter Veil Festival ceremonies, and the rest of the ceremonies had to be carried out under the close supervision of the demon hunters, battle priests, and Rick guards.
At the same time, there were at least 20 security battles going on in the Empire at the same time.
The business princes of Marienburg were hoarding food on a large scale. This year's harvest was not good. Except for Brittany, the harvest of the entire Old World showed signs of reduced. Food prices rose again and again. At the same time, Marienburg soon received news that the northern barbarians were gathering on a large scale to prepare to go south.
So what was the most important and precious thing at this time?
Of course, it was food.
The business princes were happy. After they bought a lot of surplus food on the market, they started their own game.
The Southern Kingdom still enjoyed its own peace, even though many rulers received news that several villages near the Withered Swamp had "disappeared" for no reason.
It was a true disappearance. Everyone in the village, all the buildings, and even all traces of existence had disappeared.
But this did not attract the attention of the princes, such as Estalia or Tyrell, who were loose cities and principalities.
In Kislöw in the North, the Northern Knight Army led by Lauren and the Örengrád Guards had begun to discover that large groups of Army of Chaos were gathering in the North. Many of the tribes had begun to go south. After Lauren defeated several waves of scattered Chaos tribes, he found that he would soon face the 30,000 troops of Chaos led by the Troll King Solonge.
Lauren felt that this was not good. While preparing for war, he sent people to urgently send the news to the Empire and Brittany to ask for reinforcements.
At this time, in the Old World, south of the Ridge Mountains, Nagashza.
A fierce battle was raging in this ancient undead fortress.
"Toot, toot, toot!" The horn of the Dwarves sounded on the battlefield. Supreme King Solgrin the Grudge sat on the throne of power and commanded the battle.
About two thousand dwarven warriors were facing the oncoming tide of the undead in a neat formation. None of the dwarves could calculate how many enemies there were. Countless undead came from all directions, and with the echoes of ancient times, the gray sea formed a dozen torrents from every open gate of Nagashza, converging into an endless tide. The dark sky of Nagashza covered the battlefield. Dozens of necromancers were commanding their armies. One after another, zombies, skeleton warriors, undead monsters, and dark creatures appeared. They obeyed all orders and attacked the dwarven army.
Unlike the battle with the Green Dwarfs, there was no roar of WAAAGH, no dirty and messy flags, and no drumming. There was only the chaotic footsteps of the undead and the battle cries of the dwarves.
The cannons of the dwarves and the Accordion cannons fell into the undead army. The axes of the dwarven warriors were cutting the flesh of the zombies. The hammers of the Iron Hammer Warriors were smashing the shields of the skeleton warriors. Supreme King Solgrin sat on the throne of power and silently watched the entire battlefield.
The Supreme King's throne of power was personally forged by the main god of the dwarves, Granny. Granny once prophesied that as long as the throne of power was still there, the throne of the dwarves would continue. Therefore, after Granny left, he and Valaya's eldest son, the first Supreme King of the dwarves, Snorri Whitebeard, sat on the throne of power that symbolized the throne of the dwarves.
The four Eternal Guardians used their bodies to carry the throne. This was the highest honor in dwarven society, as it meant that they were the personal bodyguards of the Supreme King. When the Supreme King was in battle, the Eternal Guardians would stand by the side of the throne and swing Grimnir's axe from its sturdy platform to launch fatal attacks. The bearers, on the other hand, were good at carrying the throne and defending against enemy attacks.
Over the years, the throne had been involved in countless battles, witnessing great victories and heartbreaking defeats. There were many legends of the past kings that told of them standing beside the throne and fighting until they finally defeated the enemy. The throne was almost undamaged due to some secret forging techniques, although the beautiful carvings depicting the past kings fighting against dragons and great demons were slightly dented.
The sound of cannonballs kept coming from behind. Solgrin's expression was still serious. He looked at the battlefield. Even if the dwarves were brave, there were too many undead. The Supreme King knew very well that the dwarves would be overwhelmed by the undead sooner or later.
"You shouldn't put your trust in the pointy ears, my king." The president of the Eternal Peak Dwarven Engineering Association, Chief Engineer Grim Bloxson, held a long-barreled rune gun in his hand. This rune gun was called the Double-Barreled Gun of Resentment. It was so powerful that it could send a large number of skeletons to the sky with just one shot. "
"I don't trust the pointy ears. This is just my agreement with them." Supreme King Solgrin sighed slightly. He stroked his white beard and said, "As the price for not protecting their envoy, the dwarves will attract and delay the undead army's attention here for two hours."
"Record the sacrifice!" Solgrin swung Grimnir's axe and cut off the head of a bloodthirsty batwolf from its neck. The Supreme King's voice was firm. Behind him, the Tomb King's Skull Catapult exploded, and the whole throne trembled with the earth. Solgrin's scribes quickly recorded the names of the dead. One day in the future, the dwarves would take revenge for this.
The Eternal Guards raised their shields and stood in formation. Every set of rune armor and rune weapon they had could buy an entire human village. The tight shield formation resisted the attack of the undead. The Iron Warriors threw out grenades, and then the dwarven rangers and musketeers used their firepower to repel the undead.
"Close the formation!" Solgrin was still commanding. The Supreme King was sad for the dwarves' casualties, but he didn't have time to think so much. The undead's attack was getting stronger and stronger.
Two hours!
Just as the undead's attention was focused on the dwarven army that appeared outside the Nagashza.
An elite army of high elves quickly killed their way into the depths of the Nagashza.
The silver-armored knights under the lead of Bellarion swept through the shield formation of the skeleton warriors. The Avalon sisters under the command of Iszerna shot a rain of magic arrows that covered the sky. The Tyrenloc chariots under the command of Princess Eidilah rampaged, and the sharp wheels of the chariots crushed all the enemies that tried to stop the Assur's Judgement.
Azarion's Skyhawk Legion and the Astari Sentinels were divided into two sides, protecting the flanks of the high elves. The Grim One rode his Griffin Storm Wings and fought with the zombie dragon that Man Frey rode in the sky. Of course, the Nagashza was the world of the undead, and Azarion did not have the advantage here.
The battle between the Arcane Phoenix, the Akasha Ghosts, and the bats seemed to be going on for the time being. There were too many enemies. Even the magic beasts of Ossouin could only temporarily deal with these enemies, using fire and magic to fight against the enemies.
In the center of the battlefield, three hundred Hus Blademasters were dancing under the leadership of the Supreme Mage Tegris and the second-in-command Archmage Bellarion. Their giant swords were like tornadoes that cut the enemies to pieces. The elite undead guards of the barren graveyard and the palace guards of Nicohalla were cut into pieces under the giant swords of the Hus Blademasters, dancing in the air.
It had to be said that the War Lord Tyrenloc was a military genius. After more than a month of marching, Tyrenloc and the Supreme King Solgrin's army met up. Tyrenloc made a brief judgment that the Nagashza city was too high and could not be attacked by force, so he immediately formulated a battle plan.
The dwarves would feign a frontal attack to attract the undead's attention, while the elite army would use the spells of Tegris and Bellarion to launch an attack from another direction.
This move was not very clever and was seen through by Arkham and Frey, but Tyrenloc wanted them to see through it. When the undead's attention was focused on the two sides of the encirclement, Tyrenloc personally led a small elite team into the Nagashza castle and beheaded the necromancers.
Until Gul appeared, no one could resist Tyrenloc's bravery. A dozen necromancers fell under his Flaming Sun sword.
When the undead's formation was in chaos, Tegris and Bellarion's giant spells played a role. A great light spell, "Flaming Sun Explosion", instantly destroyed several undead legions. Since then, the back of the undead was greatly damaged.
Now, the whole of Nagashza was submerged in the magic of Tegris and Bellarion. Lich King Arkham and the necromancers under his command were in a magic duel with Tegris and the archmages of the White Tower.
In the difficult battle, the sturdy armor of the graveyard guards was shattered by the runic weapons of the high elves. The broken bones of the graveyard guards splattered everywhere. Every piece of armor and bone of these ancient Nicohalla guards told of thousands of years of history.
The allied army of Frey and Arkham was at a disadvantage!
This was a battlefield that Tyrenloc had carefully chosen. No one could defeat the powerful high elves in this narrow terrain!
"Ahhhhhh!" In the great hall of Nagashza, Gul's painful roar resounded throughout the huge undead fortress.
The sharp divine longsword burned with Flaming Sun Fire and pierced through Gul's chest, dealing him a fatal blow.
Tyrenloc defeated the powerful enemy that was blocking him. The Flaming Sun Sword danced, turning the entire hall into a sea of fire. The undead retreated as Tyrenloc stood proudly in the middle of the battlefield. His body was so fast that everyone could only see the flames of his Flaming Sun Sword. Every time he slashed, three or four graveyard guards or graveyard guards would be burned to ashes.
Even the vampires could not stop Tyrenloc. This was a massacre! Any undead that dared to face Tyrenloc would end up burned to ashes.
However, Tyrenloc was not unscathed. His Alarion Dragon Armor was incomparably sturdy and indestructible, but his neck and arms were left with jagged wounds from Gul's black axe. Hot blood flowed from Tyrenloc's face and wrists, blurring and sticky. Under the power of the blood, Tyrenloc became even more berserk. A grave evil spirit rushed towards him. Tyrenloc took a step forward and drew an arc in the air with his Flaming Sun Sword. The grave evil spirit's body was dismembered in the air.
"Alisala! Where are you? " Tyrenloc roared anxiously. Undead reinforcements came from all directions. Even if the plan was successful, the high elves were too few in number. It was only a matter of time before they were overwhelmed by the undead.
For a moment, the undead launched a counterattack under Akerhan's command. A few silver-armored knights were pulled off their horses. Several sharp bone swords pierced through their breastplates. The noble elven knights spat out blood. Akerhan's magic blasted in the middle of the high elves' formation. Six Horus Sword Saints were crystallized and died instantly.
Even the high elven heroes and archmages who had followed Tyrion into the depths of the Nagashza were injured and panting heavily. A vampire pierced Amon Observer's neck with his undead bone sword. This was an elite magic swordsman from the Tower of Horus. He screamed and fell in a pool of his own blood.
A row of tomb guards rushed over. A Kothqui prince, Valin Sea Breeze, was pierced through by several halberds. Blood spurted out of his body and he fell to the cold ground.
These are the elites I've brought out! These are the best soldiers I've brought out!
Undead! Man Frey, I'm not done with you! Tyrenloc let out a roar that came from the bottom of his heart. In an instant, everyone saw the handsome face of the God of Blood, Cain, appear behind the War Lord.
Then, Tyrenloc began his performance. Flames swept across the entire corridor. In just a few breaths, a golden-blue light flashed across the corridor and reached the end of the corridor. All the undead soldiers who had gathered in the corridor to prepare for defense fell and melted in the flames.
Every single one of them was killed in a single blow.
Tyrenloc frantically led his men to search the castle. After Gul fell, apart from a few vampires, there was nothing that could withstand Tyrenloc's sword.
The battle below the castle continued. The elite army struggled to hold on, buying time for their War Lord.
Finally, hard work paid off. When Tyrion was shouting for Alisala's name, a white-faced owl suddenly appeared in front of Tyrion and guided him to Alisala's location.
"Quick! Follow me! " The War Lord immediately felt the aura of his daughter from the white-faced owl. He was wild with joy. After breaking through several courtyards and corridors, he finally arrived at the door of Alissanda's cell.
Four tomb guards were beheaded by Tyrenloc's sword.
Tyrenloc swung his Flaming Sun Sword and slashed open the door and the iron bars of the cell. His daughter was lying on the bed with her eyes closed and not a word.
Alissanda was still alive! Tyrenloc was about to wake Alissanda up when he realized that the little queen was unconscious. She was not dead, but she was in a deep coma due to Arkham's spell. Obviously, the Lich King did not want any accidents to happen during the war.
It was fine. Tyrenloc did not know magic, but he had absolute confidence in his younger brother. Tegris could definitely wake her up!
"We've found her. Let's go!" Tyrenloc did not hesitate. He immediately grabbed his daughter by the waist and dashed forward. No undead could stop him.
The War Lord and his team broke out of the encirclement with the little queen in their arms. When they saw Tyrenloc carrying Alissanda out of the encirclement, the high elves roared with joy and cheered.
The flags of the Phoenix King's Court, the White Tower of Horth, and the other kingdoms were quickly raised. Their adjutant, Bellarmine, immediately gave the signal to retreat. The sound of horns and shouts could be heard everywhere. The high elves' formation quickly turned around like flowing water. The steel line formed by Lothar's soldiers quickly separated and welcomed Tyrenloc's team into the center of the formation.
The High Elves quickly retreated from the battlefield. Tigris and Bellannal bombarded the army with spells one after another to cover their retreat. The Heavenly Eagle Legion from Iris and the Astari Sentinels fired arrows into the sky. Hundreds of arrows turned the pursuing Undead into scattered bone fragments.
The air was filled with an unpleasant stench. Seeing that the mission was completed, Azarion immediately pushed Man Frey aside. He chanted the name of the Misty Goddess, Ladria, and cast a magic spell. A large cloud of mist covered Azarion. Then, several rays of golden light shot out and forced Man Frey to retreat.
Seeing that the high elves were retreating from the battlefield, Man Frey was very anxious. He shouted at Arkham, "She's been taken!"
"I know!" Arkham released a purple evil sun, which collided with Tegris's Eight Winds Storm. The collision of the two spells sucked hundreds of skeletons into the void and crushed them into bone dust.
"You know what to do?!" Man Frey shouted angrily. "If she's taken away this time, we'll never have another chance. Forever, Lich King, we're all doomed. The high elves will raze us to the ground and wipe us from the world!"
"… I didn't want to use it, but there's no other way." Arkham shook his head and sent a message to the Nagashza. "I need 'that' power."
Deep in the ground, several tomb technicians received Arkham's order. "Understood. Activate immediately."
"Prism Core activated."
"Charging complete."
"Ready for battle."
As the high elves retreated and prepared to flee, the ground began to shake violently. Smoke and dust filled the air and covered the sky. Something was emerging from the ground.
Three gigantic creatures, twenty to thirty meters tall, emerged from the thick smoke. They let out a long and deep roar. The one holding a staff and a scale waved its hand, and an entire row of Erion Marauders were sent flying into the sky.
Lothar's soldiers instinctively raised their bows, but when they saw the enemy's appearance, the fearless high elves couldn't help but tremble and sweat broke out on their hands.
Tyrion hugged Alissanda and looked at the thing in front of him. His face turned pale.
The prideful voices of Akerhan's tomb technicians resounded throughout the battlefield, spreading throughout the battlefield.
"Holy Titan 'Great Beast God' has been activated."
"Holy Titan 'Great Death God' has been activated."
"Holy Titan 'Great Thunder God' has been activated."
"Judgment from Nikohara has arrived."
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