Five armies attacking Sylvania at the same time was a huge challenge to the Undead's plan to resurrect Nagash.
Lich King Akhan had to support Nagash's resurrection ritual, and his tomb army had to be stationed outside Dunkenhoff Castle. Therefore, the heavy responsibility of resisting these five armies was handed over to Man Frey Von Castein.
Facing the simultaneous attack of five armies, Man Frey Von Castein was obviously more excited than anxious, and more happy than afraid. The last Vampire Count quickly called for a 'pledge meeting' in Dunkenhoff Castle, and gathered a portion of the Von Castein family's vampires.
What made Man Frey Von Castein very unhappy was that less than half of the Von Castein family's vampires came to the castle to accept the summons. The last Vampire Count was angry and embarrassed at his lack of rallying power. He swore that once the ritual was successfully launched and he stole Nagash's power as planned, he would let his disobedient kin have a taste of his power.
Similar to Laing's idea, Man Frey Von Castein also divided the five armies – which were our main enemies, which were less important, and which were targets to be isolated.
First of all, Man Frey Von Castein was convinced that if these five armies joined forces, then Sylvania would be finished, and so would Nagash and Akhan. Even he himself would have to hide in the Chaotic Wastelands or the Roof of the World's Ridge again.
However, of these five armies, only the Humans and Goblins were united, and the rest were fighting on their own.
This was easy to deal with. Man Frey Von Castein immediately selected the two most noteworthy enemies.
Karak Kaderin's Butcher King's Dwarf Army was the most threatening. Not only did the Dwarf Army of three to four thousand people carry a large number of firearms and war machines, but the Butcher King had also personally joined the battle. The whole world knew how powerful Agrim Iron Fist's combat strength was. After Manfred was resurrected, he had been extremely careful not to anger the Butcher King under any circumstances. Otherwise, he and his Butcher Army would once again fulfill the ancient covenant with the Empire and bring a fatal threat to Sylvania.
Then there was the Dark Prophet, Malagor's Orc army. There were tens of thousands of them, and they were constantly recruiting new recruits from the Dark Forest. Man Frey Von Castein was fearful of the Orcs. There were too many of them, and Man Frey Von Castein wasn't confident of defeating them.
However, Malagor and his Orc army had a fatal weakness. This huge Orc army couldn't be called an "army". Their command was chaotic, and they were more like a mob. As the Great Shaman, Malagor's control over the Orcs was limited to the "Oracle" of the Orc King and the Great Shamans. Besides his own personal guards, he couldn't control this army.
Behind them was the allied army of humans and High Goblins. The allied army of Knights Templar and High Goblins could barely be considered powerful, but there were too few elites. Manfred had rich experience in defeating High Goblins and humans. In his opinion, it would not be difficult to defeat them again.
The weakest was undoubtedly the Wood Elves of Aralos. They had too few elites, and their fighting spirit was weak. Sylvania was a cursed land that countered the Wood Elves' Life Mana.
When the five armies attacked Sylvania, Man Frey Von Castein imitated his ancestor, Vlad. He used all his talents to carry out a meticulous plan and performance.
No matter how many armies you came from, I'll only go one!
Von Castein's army, move out!
The red sun shone in the East, and the Dwarf God was singing to his heart's content.
Even though the Dwarves were the last to set off, as usual, the army of the Butcher King, Agrim Ironfist, was the first to arrive in Sylvania. The King's flag, which symbolized Agrim Ironfist, was raised in the air. In front of him, the Orcs and Green Dwarfs fled.
If it was in the past, Agrim Ironfist would have laughed heartily and boasted about the glory and power of the Butcher's Castle. But now, the situation was different. The female Dwarf Priestess of Valaya told the Butcher King that the most ancient and primitive evil was waiting to be reborn in Sylvania.
This question was also confirmed during the meeting of the dwarven kings in Eternity Peak a few months ago. When the dwarves were discussing whether to seal themselves off from the world, Supreme King Solgreen mentioned a battle in Nagashza. The high elves had lost their little queen, and the little queen might be in Sylvania. This news made Aggrimm Ironfist realize that perhaps helping the elves this time would be a good thing for all the races of Order.
The Butcher King's army soon entered Sylvania. At first, the dwarves encountered some organized resistance from the vampires, but only the battle between Count Waldner's army and the dwarves' army could be considered a war. The insufferably arrogant Count Waldner's head was split open by the Butcher King's Dagor's Axe. The undead army under his command scattered in all directions and turned into dust.
After losing an excellent subordinate, Manfred immediately realized that the Dwarves were indeed his biggest threat. If the Butcher King's Dwarven army were to break into the depths of Sylvania, it would definitely be a disaster.
For this reason, Man Frey did not hesitate to throw in three Vampire Barons and their armies. As usual, each Vampire Barons wielded an Axe, and the three Vampire Barons were beheaded by the Butcher King with the Dagger's Axe. Perhaps the cursed land of Sylvania was extremely uncomfortable for the Humans and Elves, but the Dwarves were not affected by the Wind of Magic. The Butcher King's advance was relatively smooth. Agrim Ironfist immediately sent a messenger to inform the Wood Elves and High Elves that they would meet at Taranhov Castle.
However, the Butcher King did not realize that this was all part of Man Frey's plan.
Man Frey's reckless sacrifice attracted the attention of the Butcher King's army. At that place, the Dark Prophet Malago's Orc army was rushing over. The army was in chaos. Almost all the Orcs were acting on their hunger instincts. Man Frey easily attracted the attention of the Orc army.
When Agrim Ironfist smelled the unique stench of the Orcs in the air, he immediately gestured for the army to prepare for battle. When the Dwarves had just finished setting up their cannons and the Dwarven warriors had just formed a shield wall, the ravenous Orcs appeared. The Great Horned Beasts and Great Horned Beasts charged together. The Minotaurs used their Great Axes to test the shield wall of the Dwarves. The Dwarven cannons and Great Organ Cannons plowed deep bloody trenches in the Orc army. The Dwarven Butchers shouted the Butcher's Oath, trying to find relief and the most glorious sacrifice.
In the middle of the battle formation was the Butcher King, Aggrimm Iron Fist. He spun his Dago's Axe and jumped around. As he swept, the hot blood of the Orcs splashed on his cloak. Valaya's Sacred Emblem was burning hot, and it injected endless energy into the Butcher King's body.
"22!" The Dagger's blade scraped the neck of a Great Horned Beast.
"23!" The Minotaur's head was split open.
"24!" The Butcher King's flames on the Dagger's Axe penetrated the breastplate of a Great Horned Beast. Agrim Ironfist roared happily, "Son of Grimnir! Let's fight to our heart's content! "
"For Kaderin, for the Butcher King!" The Dwarven Butchers charged forward in a frenzy and engaged in a chaotic battle with the Orcs, who outnumbered them ten to one. Dark Prophet Malago summoned a flock of crows and a manticore.
"Ha!" The Rune Smith smashed his Hammer on the Doomsday Anvil and shattered the flock of crows.
On the thousand-meter battlefield, the battle between the Orcs and the Dwarves had begun.
"Fight!" The Butcher King charged forward. His body spun two and a half times in the air like a spinning top as he sliced off the limbs of a group of Orcs. Then, he seized the opportunity to kill an Orc King. The Butcher King shouted for the Dwarven soldiers behind him to advance. He saw a large group of Minotaurs breaking through the shield wall of his comrades. Agrim saw a small bearded Dwarf being bitten off by a Minotaur.
"Ah, ah, ah! In the name of Valaya, the Viscount of Darkness must pay the price! " The Butcher King shouted loudly. His body was like a cannonball as he streaked across the dark sky of Sylvania like an orange rainbow. He chopped off an arm of a Minotaur with his Axe and said, "In the name of Grimnir, I declare your death!"
"Dong!" An Amber Spear came flying from the side and struck the Butcher King. Agrim was blown away and landed in a pile of mud that had been blasted out by the cannon fire.
"Ooh, ooh, ooh." The Butcher King's tattoo and Valaya's cloak protected him. Iron Fist tried to get up, but he shook his head vigorously in an attempt to get rid of the dizziness and confusion.
"Roar … Big Mouth … Meat … Dwarf … Meat … Firm … Delicious!" A muscular Large Horned Beast walked briskly to the Butcher King.
"Swoosh!" The Star Fire Arrow entered the Large Horned Beast's eye socket. The Large Horned Beast struggled for a while, and Agrim saw the Large Horned Beast fall to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Who was it? The Butcher King looked behind him.
"Hey! Shorty, are you still alive? "A familiar voice came from not far away.
"Ah! It's you, you stinky Elf! " Agrim recognized the voice immediately. The Butcher King was taken aback, but his eyes lit up.
"Kunos, Volley!" Six rays of light shot out from the Green Leaf Longbow, and dozens of Star Fire Arrows shot out. The Orcs in front of the Butcher King fell to the ground, and a vigorous green figure fell from the sky.
The hero of the Wood Elves, Aralos, appeared!
He grabbed Agrim's cloak and lifted the Butcher King from the ground like a chicken. Then he grinned and said, "Dwarf, you can't make it."
"Who said I can't make it? Stinky Elf! " Agrim Iron Fist cursed. He was happy to see Aralos, but he felt embarrassed, so he said with a straight face, "Who needs your help! I'm about to chop off his head! "
"Thank me."
"Hmm?"
"Say thank you." Aralos looked provocatively at the rear of the Dwarf army.
The dwarven army of Butcher's Castle cheered excitedly. Behind them, more than three hundred wood elven forest guards and a hundred forest scouts joined the battle. The wood elves were not as orderly as the high elves, but their wild nature and powerful vitality gave the dwarves confidence in winning this battle.
There were two teams of Woodland Cavalrymen, each with 40 to 50 Dwarves. When they saw the Orcs, their faces were filled with hatred and disgust. Without a reminder, everyone started to draw their bows.
"I …" The Butcher King knew that Aralos was here to help him. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word of thanks.
"Thank me," Aralos emphasized again.
"Thank …" Agrim Iron Fist stuttered. Aralos smiled and patted the Butcher King's shoulder understandingly. "Don't say it, I understand. It's not easy for a Dwarf to do this. I accept your thanks, but don't be so stubborn next time."
"I …" Agrim's face turned red. The Butcher King's words were stuck in his throat. He didn't know what to say.
Aralos didn't give him a chance. The Wood Elf hero turned around and swept his cape over the Butcher King's face. He took out the arrows from his quiver and aimed at the target. "Eli, fire!"
"For Esoloron!" The arrows with the power of Star Fire rained down on the Orc army. Hundreds of Orcs fell, but this number was nothing to the Orc army.
"Draw your weapons, for Queen Aleil, for the Great Forest!" Aralos raised his Green Leaf Pike. The Wood Elf hero took the lead and faced the Horned Beasts' pikes. Aralos thrust his pike downwards and deflected an incoming pike. He followed the momentum and stabbed downwards. The first strike tasted blood.
Behind the Wood Elf hero, two groups of War Dancers joined the battle. They were either wielding two-handed swords, Green Leaf Pikes, swords and daggers, or large axes. They shouted the name of Loik the Deceiver and charged into the battlefield with their heroes.
The real slaughter had begun!
"Ah! What was it that made this elf boy rush faster than the most fearless dwarves?! I don't think it's because their legs are longer! " The Butcher King Agrim felt a deep sense of shame. He raised his Dagor's Axe and said, "Elf kid, let's compete again. Who can kill more? I've already killed 25. "
"Is that so?" Aralos danced in the dense Orc crowd. The Wood Elf hero laughed loudly. "I've already killed 56, Dwarf!"
"What?!" Agrim wanted to curse, but the Butcher King immediately recalled the Pokunos volley. The Son of Grimnir shouted, "I'll surpass you, I swear to Valaya!"
"Grimnir, grant me strength!" With the Butcher King's rise, the Dwarf butchers charged with him. After eight years, the Wood Elves and the Butcher's Castle Dwarves formed an alliance once again!
The Battle of Crimson Rock Mound took place in Sylvania. The Orc army and the Wood Elves and Dwarves were fighting head-on.
Just as the two sides were engaged in a fierce battle, on a withered tree not far away, a red-eyed bat was watching all of this with satisfaction.
"Yes, yes, that's right!"
"That's the way to fight ~"
"What's left is to deal with those fools, the High Elves and Templar Knights."
"Then, how do we deal with them?"
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