The Battle of Crimson Rock Catacomb lasted for at least 36 hours in the endless night of Sylvania. With the cooperation of the Wood Elves and the Dwarves of Butcher's Fort, the tens of thousands of Orcs were defeated, even though they were led by the Oracle of Chaos and Dark Prophet Malago. Countless Orc corpses covered the ground of Crimson Rock Catacomb. One by one, the Orc battalions were annihilated.
Dark Prophet Malago tried his best to counterattack, but in the end, he could only retreat into the Black Forest of Oostermark. The Orc Great Shaman knew that he had messed up the Evil God's mission. He could only ask for the Evil God's forgiveness and try to rally his army again.
After the battle ended, Agrim Ironfist and Aralos sat on the battlefield, paralyzed. The Butcher King and the Wood Elf heroes were covered in wounds and couldn't stand up. The Dwarves and Elves cheered for their victory, but they also suffered heavy casualties. This was the most glorious victory in Kaderin's history against the Orcs. They defeated the Orcs ten times their number, and only a few thousand Orcs escaped back to the Black Forest.
But the Butcher King couldn't bring himself to smile. Out of every ten dwarves he had brought with him from Butcher's Castle, six had died on the battlefield. Two had suffered light injuries, one was heavily injured, and only one dwarf was still in good condition. Such a huge price made Agrim Ironfist feel the pain of being a king once again.
He should have sought a glorious death as a Butcher, but the responsibility of being a King restrained him.
Aralos wasn't having a good time either. The Wood Elves lost more than 400 Orcs, and another 300 were injured. For the Wood Elves, who only had a thousand Orcs, it was more than half the casualties. The Wood Elves were different from their High Elf and Dark Elf cousins. The Wood Elves weren't known for their morale and tenacity.
What was worse was that after 36 hours of battle, the wood elves' morale had sunk to an absolute low. These forest dwellers couldn't see a single living tree in Sylvania, nor could they see any traces of sunlight or forest essence. The curse of the undead and the corruption of the vampires had greatly impacted the wood elves' morale. This was especially so after this bitter battle. The wood elves' morale was extremely dispirited.
"Shorty, are you still planning to march?" Aralos saw that more than half of the troops he had brought out from Azeroth were dead. The Wood Elf hero was heartbroken. He gritted his teeth. He wasn't interested in competing with the Butcher King in terms of numbers. He skillfully used the Wood Elf medicine and bandages to bandage his wounds under Sylvania's Dark Sky Veil. He was in so much pain that he gritted his teeth. The Orcs would smear their feces on their weapons.
What made the Butcher King feel a little relieved was that today, almost all of the Dwarf Butchers had found a glorious death. They had completed their mission. Hearing Aralos' words, Agrim Ironfist shook his head. "I am a King, more than I am a Butcher. Kaderin needs me. Countless Skaven Ratmen and Green Dwarfs are wreaking havoc near my kingdom. There are also threats from the East of the Roof of the World. I swore to Karl-franz that before Kaderin is destroyed, I will not let anyone pass through the pass I am in charge of guarding."
"You are a responsible King, Shorty." Aralos' gaze fell on the seven or eight wounds on the Butcher King's body. The Wood Elf hero's gaze trembled slightly. He said reluctantly, "We are all in a daze. I just realized that our enemies are the Specters, not these Orcs."
"What about you, Elf boy? Are you still planning to march?" the Butcher King asked.
"More than half of my troops are dead. Even the uninjured soldiers are exhausted. I have to be responsible for them." Aralos spread out his hands. The Wood Elf hero frowned and said, "The most troublesome thing is that the curse in this place is too severe. Some people are already unable to withstand it. If we continue to march, the only outcome is death."
"You are not going to fulfill your promise of saving the little Queen?" The Butcher King was amused.
"That was a request in the first place. We will do our best. Also, we are Aisley, not Assur. We have no obligation to save the little queen," Aralos said a little impatiently. Everything in front of him was really terrible.
More importantly, his goddess Lilith vaguely warned him that if he continued to advance, he and his army would be annihilated.
That was the main reason why Aralos didn't want to continue fighting.
"Then, we will part ways here." The Butcher King nodded. He was in a bad mood. He had let down his ally.
"We will meet again in the future." Aralos stood up. The Wood Elf hero gestured for his subordinates to take out a few packets of dried venison and said, "Take this, Shorty. Don't die."
"Are you kidding, Elf boy?" The Butcher King thought for a while and removed a golden ring from his beard. He gave it to Aralos and said, "This is for you. I can't differentiate between Aisley and Assur. If you need help in the future, take this to Kaderin. You will get what you want."
Kaderin's army chose to retreat. The Wood Elves also chose to leave Sylvania after suffering heavy losses.
The Orc army was also defeated. Three out of the five armies had been defeated.
Man Frey's plan was a perfect success. The last Vampire Count set his sights on the last army.
The allied army of the High Elves and the Templar Knights.
… He was the dividing line of three out of five …
When the allied army of the High Elves and the Knights Templar arrived near Taranhov Castle, as expected, the two reinforcements did not show up. The dwarves were nowhere to be seen, and even the wood elves did not arrive on time at the rendezvous point.
To make matters worse, the elite army and the human army were a coalition force that was forcibly put together. Whether it was strategy, tactics, commanding style, or marching rhythm, the two sides were poles apart. Neither side had a clear leader who could unify the two armies.
Man Frey constantly sent out small squads. The Vampire Count signaled his army to show weakness to the Human army so that the Templar Knights would encounter small and weak squads that would be easily defeated.
In the face of the High Elves, the Vampires' method was to show their strength. Every attack and ambush that the High Elves encountered was a severe test for this small army that was far away from a foreign country. In every battle, the High Elves had to pay a heavy price to defeat the enemy.
Due to this, the Templar Knights became more aggressive, while the High Elves became more cautious. Both sides had different opinions on the combat power of the Specters. The Humans thought that the Specters were weak, while the High Elves thought that the Specters were strong.
Therefore, not long after they entered Sylvania, Great Teacher Hans-Leitdorff had many arguments with the three High Elves. The Great Teacher of the Knights Templar strongly urged them to march quickly and finish off the undead before they were ready. Therefore, he did not understand why the High Elves only marched about 10 to 15 kilometers a day. After many arguments, Great Teacher Hans-Leitdorff finally decided to leave their team with his own people, leaving the "slow" High Elves to continue marching.
When the High Elves realized that the Human army wasn't going to fight with them, both armies were already 40 to 50 kilometers apart.
Walking under the canopy of Sylvania, Azarion looked at the dilapidated villages in the distance, the uninhabited emperor, the withered farmlands, and the dried rivers. The expression on Prince Iris's face became more and more solemn.
Bad news and bad premonitions shrouded this High Elven hero.
Far away from home, in a foreign country, the number of troops was very small. None of the allies had come. The only human ally who could help was eager to fight, and the lone army was nowhere to be seen.
Azarion didn't do nothing. Prince Iris gave full play to his commanding skills. He carefully avoided the Specters' ambush again and again. The power of the Goddess of Mist, Ladria, protected the army. At the same time, Azarion kept praying to the Goddess of Mist, asking for her guidance and help.
The voice of the Goddess of the Mist was shrouded by the mist. She tried to tell Azarion something, but the noise in the subspace, the curse of Sylvania, and the haze that never saw the light of day prevented her voice from reaching Azarion's ears. Prince Iris could only hear bits and pieces of her words.
"Dear … Azarion … you will die … in a foreign country …"
"My chosen one … you know … your fate."
Azarion was silent.
As Tyrion's best friend, didn't Azarion know whose child the Eternal Queen, Alissanda, was? Didn't Prince Iris know that Alissanda didn't receive the blessing of the Phoenix Fire, but instead inherited the curse of the God of Blood Hand, Cain?
Azarion knew too well. He obviously knew that even if he could save Alissanda, could this little queen who had Cain's cursed bloodline and had been captured by the Specters for so long really become the next Eternal Queen?
Even if Azarion was Tyrion's best friend, he knew from the bottom of his heart that it was difficult for Alissanda, who had been a "Specter Prisoner" for a few years and had Cain's cursed bloodline, to really become the Eternal Queen.
Then why did Azarion still decide to accept this mission?
As Tyrion's best friend, Azarion knew Tyrion too well. Unlike his younger brother, Tegris, Tyrion was an emotional person who valued his family, lover, and daughter very much. Azarion knew very well that if he didn't accept this mission, Tyrion would definitely personally lead an army to the Old World to save his daughter.
This wouldn't do. Times had changed. The demon-infested Ossouin needed Tyrion. Only Tyrion could use his prestige as the Guardian of Ossouin to unify the High Elves. If they lost Ossouin, the High Elves would have no home to return to.
Whether it was as a friend, as a member of the High Elves, or as a High Elf Prince, Azarion couldn't tolerate this outcome. He would rather sacrifice himself to leave a glimmer of hope for the future of the High Elves.
It was extremely painful, but the Guardian's face, which had remained unchanged for hundreds of years, became even more determined.
Not letting down his friendship, not letting down his race, not letting down his country.
This was the decision of Prince Iris, the Watcher Azarion!
Unlike Azarion, Bellannar the Wise was also thinking. The second Archmage of the White Tower of Horus was more than a thousand years old this year. After passing his position to Tegris, the last flame of passion in Bellannar's life had long been dedicated to the endless books and knowledge in the White Tower of Horus.
Assuyan's curse was still in effect on the High Elves, and Bellannar was gradually losing the "feeling of being alive". He was really getting a little old, but the second Archmage knew that he couldn't let the Lord of the Dead be resurrected. Otherwise, all the races of Order would have to pay a huge price.
Bellannar was in pain. He couldn't even tell the High Elves this fact because they couldn't take another blow. He could only swallow his bitterness. He hadn't used the Silver Yserama armor for hundreds of years, and his longsword had been put aside after teaching generations of Horus Blademasters. It was only recently that he had been resharpened. Bellannar had made up his mind that if necessary, he would give up everything.
As the vanguard, Princess Etilla, the princess of Tarenlock, was naturally in pain as well. She could still remember how she was mocked by all the princes when she first entered the High Elf War Council after her father's death. It was Tyrion who took the initiative to endorse and support her. When the War Lord personally led her to introduce herself to the High Elf War Council for the second time, not a single High Elf prince or noble dared to mock her again.
From that day onwards, Etilla fell deeply in love with Tyrion. In order to be by Tyrion's side, she gave up the glorious tradition of Taranlok's chariot and rode a war horse. She was content to stay by Tyrion's side as a female courtier and attendant. She even remained single for the sake of Tyrion's status and the Eternal Queen's attitude.
She had always considered herself as Alissanda's' stepmother '. Love and kinship made Alissanda make the decision to go to the Old World again. She was happy that she could help Tyrion. To her, being able to get a word of praise from Tyrion was more important than anything else.
She made up her mind that even if she died, she would complete Tyrion's mission.
The three of them each had their own thoughts. As they moved forward, a small town called Korodebin appeared in front of the High Elves' army.
There were corpses of the human army everywhere. The trampled flag of the Holy Knights was soaked in the mud. The corpse of Great Teacher Hans was hung on a withered tree. Behind the Great Teacher was a line of words: "Now, you are all that's left."
The High Elves immediately fell into despair. The human army had been wiped out, and they were the only ones left.
However, Azarion had no intention of retreating. Prince Iris rode on his Griffon Storm Wings and ordered the army to continue moving forward.
Following Alissanda's Elven Elegy and Bellannar's divination, the High Elven army finally arrived near Duncanhoff Castle after going through countless hardships. The Ring of Nine Demons.
There were 100,000 Undead soldiers waiting for the last High Elf army.
Sylvania's final battle would begin here!
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