PS: Second update, Son of Heaven has done his best. I hope everyone likes this part of the story. Hehehehe ~
The Battle of Nagashza ended in failure.
When the goblins and dwarves had already rescued the little queen, Manfred seized the moment when the two sides were about to meet up and took advantage of the zombie dragon's ability to fly, launch surprise attacks, and be unafraid of injury to instantly recapture the little queen. Then, he took off and brought the little queen back to Nagashza.
Tyrion could only watch in extreme anger as his daughter was snatched away by the undead. But now, all the High Elves were injured, and the army had lost more than half. As mentioned before, the War Lord was arrogant, but he was not stupid. At this time, Tyrion knew that it was impossible to go back to Nagashza and snatch Alizara back.
The enemy was too strong. Apart from the three Divine Titans, there was an endless army of undead skeletons, the magic of Lich King Akhan, and the magic of the last Vampire Count, Man Frey Von Karstein, were also very strong. Normally, there would be no one in the old world who could compete with the combination of Tegris and Bellannar in terms of magic.
But Akhan was an exception. This four thousand year old Lich King did not lose to Tegris in terms of magic. In addition, seven of the Nine Scrolls of Nagashza were in Akhan's hands, and with the terrain of Nagashza, the High Elves' advantage in magic was lost.
"Retreat! Retreat! " Tyrion bitterly gave the order to retreat. The War Lord once again personally brought up the rear. Unexpectedly, the undead did not continue to pursue. Perhaps it was because Akhan and Man Frey's strength was almost exhausted, or perhaps the undead's goal was only to capture the little Queen. In any case, the undead gradually retreated in the direction of Nagashza.
Similarly, the Dwarves calmly retreated. The undead were not willing to fight this group of stubborn Dwarves to the death. When Man Frey and Akhan went to snipe the High Elves, Hal Harris Von Karstein, the Vampire Baron in charge of the frontlines against the Eternity Peak army, who was one of Man Frey's more trusted subordinates, also gave the order to retreat.
The high elven heroes had a bitter and rusty taste in their mouths. They refused to join the dwarves and quickly withdrew from the Ridge of the World.
"These dwarfs, these dwarfs! If they had come a minute earlier, Alissanda wouldn't have been taken away by that disgusting undead!"
"Trash! We asked them to hold back the main force of the undead army, and they only held back a chicken neck? "
"Shorty has to bear the main responsibility for not being able to save our little queen this time!"
"It's all because of these dwarves. We gave him a chance, we gave him a chance!"
"Letting them participate in the rescue of Alissanda is Assur's mercy!"
"We're not done with these dwarfs from today onwards!"
Whose fault was it that the rescue failed? It must be the dwarves' fault!
The defeated High Elves spat out words that were full of resentment and curses. Tegris, who was lying on the Tyron Locke's chariot, shook his head, and opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
"Enough!" Tyrion's Flare Sword was burning with flames. Surprisingly, the War Lord retorted, "The dwarfs are already here. What else do you want? Did we come to save Alissanda, or did the dwarfs come to save Alissanda? We didn't even protect Alissanda well? Who's to blame? Is it the dwarfs' fault? "
Everyone was silent.
"It's all my fault, War Lord." The adjutant, Bellarion, held his shoulder that was pierced by the Blasphemy Blade. With tears in his eyes, he knelt in front of Tyrion, "I didn't protect Her Highness well. Please punish me, War Lord!"
"You're not the only one responsible for this. All of us are responsible." Tyrion's hand that was holding the Sunflame Sword was trembling non-stop. War Lord Tyrion gritted his teeth and said, "I'm the one who's responsible. The moment we successfully retreated, all of us let down our guard. That's why that filthy Manfred found an opportunity."
"Everyone." After that, Tyrion let out a long sigh. War Lord shook his head and said, "Retreat and save Alissanda. We have to think of another way. It's not safe here. Everyone is injured. Let's retreat to the Empire first and think of another way."
"But …" Azarion finally spoke. Everyone noticed that Azarion was only slightly injured. He still had the strength to fight.
"The rescue plan has failed!" Tyrion roared. War Lord's voice gradually became low, as if he was trying to convince himself. "At least today, we failed. Too many Assur have lost their lives."
"Send a messenger to the dwarfs. We're retreating!"
The High Elves retreated. On the other side, the army of Eternity Peak was also retreating.
The Supreme King, Solgreen, sat on the throne of power. The dwarfs fought this battle easily. They only lost a few dozen Dwarven Warriors. Solgreen knew that the undead did not fight him seriously, and the Supreme King also knew that the High Elves' operation to save the little queen had failed at the last minute.
The Supreme King was thinking about the command of the entire battle and the changes in the situation. When he was thinking about what he did right, what he did wrong, and what he needed to improve, the flag bearer dwarf suddenly shouted to Solgreen, "He's here, my Supreme King. The messenger of Pointy Ears is here."
"Pointy Ears …" Solgreen frowned. The Supreme King waved his hand and said, "Let him come over. Let me hear what Pointy Ears has to tell us."
The Eternity Guards heard Solgreen's order and quickly opened a path. The messenger of the High Elves was injured, but he still raised his head and handed over a roll of silk under the hostile and disgusted gazes of the dwarfs. He then left without looking back.
Solgreen took the silk and tore open the wax seal. He was stunned for a moment when he saw the words written in the human language. He then began to read carefully. Everyone noticed that the Supreme King's face quickly became gloomy. Solgreen spat out a curse in the Dwarven language. "Granny's Beard above, f * ck you f * cking Pointy Ears, you f * cking Pointy Ears!"
"Your Majesty?" The chief engineer of Eternity Peak, Grim Bloxson, asked.
"Pointy Ears means that this rescue mission has failed." Solgreen threw the high-quality silk to the ground. The Supreme King's beard was trembling with anger. Even the golden rings and beard ornaments on it could not stop shaking. "Pointy Ears … Pointy Ears says that this matter is not over. The dwarfs have not fulfilled their duty. When the next rescue mission comes, the army of Eternity Peak will still meet up with them!"
"What?!" Like a spark falling on a pile of dry wood, the dwarfs exploded in an instant.
"We've fought for our lives and lost so many brothers because of Pointy Ears, and Pointy Ears thinks it's our fault?"
"Grimnir's axe, see if I don't split the heads of those Pointy Ears!"
"Valaya's beer, really intolerable."
"Bastard! The dwarfs will never forget the humiliation Pointy Ears gave us! "
The dwarven army was agitated and roared non-stop.
"Your Majesty, I think we should record this matter in the Book of Great Hatred," Solgreen's Grievance Clerk suggested.
"Enough!" The Supreme King roared angrily, silencing everyone. Solgreen clenched his fist and hammered on his throne, as if he was trying his best to suppress his anger. "This matter started because of the dwarfs, and we do have to fulfill our duty. Because of this kind of thing, it is not wise to write the Book of Great Hatred. Tangling with petty hatred will only lead the dwarfs to destruction. The dwarfs no longer have the ability to fight Pointy Ears for revenge. We have to distinguish who our main enemy is: the green skin, the chaos, and not the high elves!"
The dwarfs were all angry, but they could only admit that the Supreme King's words made sense. The chief engineer, Bloxson, was furious. "But … the dwarfs are just going to let it go? When did the dwarfs become vassals of Pointy Ears? My Supreme King? "
"The dwarfs have never become vassals of Pointy Ears! Bloxson! " Solgreen suppressed his anger and shook his head. "Stupid Pointy Ears. Thousands of years have not taught them the power of gratitude and contracts. In this regard, humans are better."
"Let them go. Let them go and save their little Queen." The Supreme King said in a deep voice, "The Dwarves have done their part. Now it's their turn to think of a solution. There are no more Dwarven Warriors to help them attract the undead's attention. There are no more Dwarven Cannons to help them suppress the enemy or deal with the giant constructs. There are no more Dwarven Rangers to guide them through the mountains. The Dwarves have already completed our task. Let them deal with the undead on their own. The Dwarves will not return."
"Now, retreat." Supreme King Solgreen ordered, "Send a messenger to the Angrende clan. We are heading toward Eight Peaks Mountain. I want to see Bellegar and Kmanique. First, I want to check on the situation of the ley line network hub and Eight Peaks Mountain. At the same time, I want to see how his dwarf colossus is being repaired and when it can be used in battle."
"Yes!"
… I'm a dwarf, and I won't come to the section break …
"We almost failed." Little Queen Alissanda was bound in a cold coffin and transported back to Nagashza. Lich King Arkham looked at Man Frey and said, "Just a little bit more. This time, you finally showed your worth. When the master revives, I will tell him the truth."
"Cough, cough, cough." Man Frey stopped pretending. The last vampire count spat out mouthfuls of blood. There were many wounds on his body, and his face was hideous. "Is that so? Thank you for your kindness, Lich King. I appreciate your kindness … cough, cough."
In fact, Man Frey was the one who was at a disadvantage in the battle with Azarion. He was able to force Azarion to retreat completely because of Nagashza's environment covered by the wind of death, the vampire's extraordinary constitution and recovery ability, and the zombie dragon's special constitution that allowed him to be unafraid of injuries.
"What should we do next?" Lich King Arkham looked at the sleeping Alissanda in the coffin. His voice sounded hesitant.
Although Nagashza had repelled the attack of the elite dwarves, the undead army's losses were far greater than the enemy's.
Hundreds of places in Nagashza's city were still burning. Those were the flames of the sun on Tyrion's Sunflame Sword. Every place that was on fire required the necromancers to use ten times or even a hundred times more power to extinguish it.
At the same time, Tai Ritian and his elite squad had killed their way through more than a dozen courtyards and buildings of Nagashza. The interior was filled with evaporated bones. More than half of the undead army that had been left behind to guard Nagashza had been killed by Tyrion himself. Even Gul had fallen under Tyrion's sword. It would take Akerhan a lot of time to repair this place.
The worst thing was that the ritual altar used to resurrect the Lord of the Undead, Nagashza, had been completely destroyed by Tyrion's Sunflame Sword. The high elf war lord had obviously discovered the use of the altar and used his divine weapon to destroy it.
Arkham reached out and brushed the broken statues and ancient runes on the altar. There was a rare trace of sadness in his voice, "The altar is completely destroyed. We need to change the location for the ritual."
"Cough, cough … It can't be repaired?" Man Frey rolled his eyes. He had an idea.
"It's completely destroyed. It can't be repaired. It's impossible to build a new one in a short time." Arkham sighed, "And it's not good to stay here any longer. The high elves will come back sooner or later."
"Then why don't we go to Sylvania? I've already formed a large undead army. The Von Castein family has also prepared an altar to resurrect the Lord of the Undead in Dunkenhoff Castle. We can prepare the ritual there," Man Frey suggested.
Arkham hesitated.
Should he return to his Black Tower and attract the attention of Sytra and the kings of the tomb and prepare for the largest battle in history with the Eternal Emperor in the desert?
Or should he listen to Man Frey's suggestion and move to the Empire's Sylvania Province to deal with Emperor Karl-franz and his allies from the Empire?
After weighing the pros and cons, Arkham made a decision.
The Empire and its mortal army were easier to deal with.
Moreover, he could obtain a large number of new recruits.
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