She saw the battle between Man Frey and Bellannal. The Wise One fought against dozens of Necromancers and Man Frey himself and gained the upper hand for a while. The meteors and firestorms he summoned cleared thousands of Necromancers and repelled Man Frey's prideful charge. However, the Horus Sword Saints were gradually overwhelmed by the Necromancers' charge. Only a few dozen meters around Bellannal were still stubbornly resisting.
She saw Princess Etilla charging from the side in order to protect Bellannal. She saw the knights from both sides clashing. One noble Assur after another fell into the mud of Sylvania. She saw Princess Etilla bravely fighting Man Frey alone even though she was no match for the Necromancers. After a few rounds, she was defeated by Man Frey. In the end, Etilla still shouted the names of Tyrenlocke and Tyrion. She took out her dagger, but Man Frey knocked her dagger away and grabbed her throat. Princess Tyrenlocke was finally captured alive by the Necromancers and sent to Dunkenhoff Castle by a group of bats.
"No … no!" Alissanda realized how much the High Elves had sacrificed in order to save her. Hot tears flowed down the face of the kind-hearted little queen. Too many people had died for her.
The Horus Sword Saints held on for a long time. These warriors were as agile as monkeys. The half-body greatswords in their hands slashed back and forth, turning the area around Bellannal into a bone mill. Bone fragments formed a stream and corpses formed a wall.
The first wave of attack was repelled. Then, another group of people changed to continue the fierce attack. Man Frey did not hesitate to sacrifice ten to one, attacking the defensive line one by one.
After all, the Hus Grand Swordmaster was not a Divine Weapon. After fighting for half a day, he did not have any chance to rest at all. In addition, there was a huge disparity in the number of troops, so it was inevitable that he would lose sight of his enemy. While struggling to hold on, Bellanna's magic power finally reached its limit. The second-ranked archmage was forced to fight Manfred alone. While Bellanna was barely able to cope with Bellanna's fierce attacks, he used Mind Magic to control an extremely exhausted Hus Grand Swordmaster. When Bellanna's attention was all focused on the Wind of the Dead, he was stabbed in the chest by the Hus Grand Swordmaster behind him.
There was a huge explosion in the magic wind, and Alissanda saw it. She saw the death of Bellannar. The soul of the Second Great Mage rose into the sky and let out a sad sigh. He noticed that Alissanda was looking at him, and Bellannar's soul showed a sad expression. His lips moved slightly, and then scattered, turning into a breeze, drifting away and returning to Ossuan.
Although he couldn't make a sound, Alissanda could read Bellannar's mouth.
"I'm sorry.
"No, don't die, no!" The little queen was already in tears. She screamed in despair, but she could not stop Bellannal from dying.
Don't apologize, I don't want you to apologize, I want you to live!
"Akhan! It's enough, it's all enough! " Alissanda roared at Akhan. The little queen had never been so angry in her life. She screamed, "Kill me! Kill me, it's enough. Kill me! Kill me now and let my people go! "
"It's not your turn yet," Akhan said indifferently. The Lich King was busy.
The Nine Scrolls of Nagash spun wildly around the Nine Demons Ritual. Akhan first took the Sorcerer's Crown from the Human Skin Throne and put it on Vikma's head. At the same time, he began to cast spells. The power of the nine sacrifices was drawn to the Archbishop at the same time.
Alissanda screamed in pain. Yisha's blessing was being forcefully stripped from her body. A part of the power of the Elven Mother Goddess would become the best nourishment for the resurrection of the Lord of the Undead. The power that the little queen was so proud of was taken out of her body. The extreme pain almost caused Alissanda to faint.
Azarion, who was fighting to the death on the battlefield, and Man Frey, who had just killed Bellannal, felt it almost at the same time.
The resurrection ritual of Nagash was reaching its peak!
They had to stop it (return) to the Nine Demons Ring!
Almost at the same time, Azarion and Manfred immediately abandoned their own troops, and the Wings of Storm and Undead Warhorses rushed towards the ceremony.
An anxious expression appeared on Azarion's face. The cold-hearted person knew that this rescue, which already had little hope, had already failed.
Alissanda was missing, and the Knights and Chariots under her command were almost completely wiped out.
Bellannal was dead, and there were only a few Hous Sword Saints fighting. Only a few.
Even the Mist Walker troops under Azarion had suffered heavy losses. Now, there were less than four hundred people still fighting. Many soldiers had fallen, and even more were on their deathbed.
They were all good. They made the undead pay the price. One thousand five hundred elves were actually suppressing one hundred thousand undead. They had even eliminated more than ten thousand undead.
However, Azarion knew that this battle had already been lost. Without Bellannal to fight against so many Necromancers and control the wind of magic, the defeated undead army was quickly resurrecting.
Hope was dead.
Alissanda woke up in a daze from the cold ritual site. She barely opened her swollen eyes. She saw that her father's best friend, Azarion, was fighting with Man Frey.
The Wings of Storm fell. This griffin was stabbed in the heart by Man Frey. Correspondingly, Man Frey and his Undead Warhorse were also sent flying and swept to the ground.
Azarion and Man Frey began a one-on-one duel.
Both sides were outstanding warriors of their respective races. The difference was that Man Frey was never tired, and any injury could be quickly healed. Sylvania's power and curse supported the last Vampire Count, making him stronger.
Azarion had been fighting hard for a long time. He was exhausted in the battle, and his physical strength was exhausted. More than a dozen poisoned wounds slowed down his reaction. It seemed that he had almost no chance of winning.
However, the current situation presented itself in Alissanda's eyes. Azarion had the upper hand. The sword in his hand almost cut off Man Frey's head several times. The last Vampire Count was exhausted. He retreated step by step, and at the same time, he anxiously looked at the ritual site from time to time, wanting to know how the situation was.
Some kind of noble character was shrouding Azarion, allowing Prince Iris to retain the strength to fight.
Alissanda shed tears again. The little queen knew that although Azarion usually did not smile, his will and noble character were the reason why he was respected and worshipped by Ossouin.
Azarion was fighting for his friendship, for his kingdom, and for his people.
Man Frey, you will never understand, Alissanda thought. Selfishness and self-interest. As an absolute egoist, you will never understand how much power a noble soul can erupt in the face of difficulties.
As expected, despite being exhausted, despite being poisoned, and despite his physical strength being at rock bottom, Azarion still defeated Man Frey. He cut off one of Man Frey's arms. Man Frey staggered back, and Azarion's eyes were burning.
"Don't look. It's your turn, my dear." Akerhan's voice sounded from behind Alissanda's ear. The Lich King said in a tone of approval, "He is a brave man, and Man Frey is not."
"It's my turn now, right?" Alissanda said calmly.
"Other than the Yisha's Blessing on you, we also need the Asuyan's Power in your body." Akerhan elegantly untied the little queen and said gently, "I will try my best to be quick and not let you suffer too much. I promise."
Alissanda really wanted to curse, but the little queen had no strength left. She looked at the gloomy sky of Sylvania with reluctance and silently followed the two tomb guards to the ritual cauldron. She would be sacrificed there to revive Nagash.
Her heart was beating faster and faster.
Akerhan nodded and took out the Staff of Nagash — Arakanash. The nine scrolls combined into one. The Lich King pointed the staff at the cauldron and was about to cast a spell.
At that moment, something happened!
Boom — — —!
A terrifying explosion!
The sky fell and the earth cracked!
The Staff of Nagash exploded into a thousand pieces in an instant. Thunder roared and silver-white lightning burst out from the staff like a runaway horse, destroying half of the ritual site in an instant!
Rolling thunder soared into the sky, blasting open a hole in the dark clouds of Sylvania that were as thick as steel plates. The light of the sun sprinkled down from the sky, and the earth trembled incessantly. The smoke and dust that soared into the sky almost covered the entire sky of the Nine Demons Circle.
Azarion and Manfred, who were dueling, were stunned by the scene in front of them.
Ritual? Something wrong with the ritual?
Both of them gave up on the enemy in front of them and rushed to the ritual site.
Thick smoke billowed and Lich King Akerhan landed at the side.
Damn it, there's something wrong with the staff! Akerhan was furious, but he was already prepared!
The ritual site had been reinforced by the adamantine and obsidian he got from Nicohara! An explosion like this could not destroy everything, but at least it could preserve most of it.
The Staff of Nagash was gone, but he still had his own staff as a backup!
It didn't matter if he couldn't obtain the little queen's blood. He had already obtained Yisha's blessing. Even if he couldn't gather nine people, he could still revive Nagash with eight people!
No one can stop me from reviving my master! The Lich King cast a spell to reconstruct his body and then rushed to the center of the ritual, where Archbishop Vikma and the cauldron were.
The ritual must continue. Nagash must be revived. Otherwise, our country of the dead will fall!
But someone was faster than him. Manfred was the first to rush into the ritual site while laughing wildly. The last vampire Count grabbed Archbishop Vicma, who had been half-crippled by the explosion. Even his head had been blown apart, and his brain was exposed. He bared his fangs and began to crazily absorb Nagash's power!
"It's mine, it's all mine, it's all mine! Hahahahaha! " Manfred grinned hideously in his madness. The last vampire count was absorbing the endless undead power that belonged to Nagash in the ritual site.
Today was the day he became a demigod and a lord of death!
Baldy Man didn't care about anything else.
All of Nagash's dark magic was being absorbed by Man Frey!
The day of ascension was near. Man Frey was so happy that the muscles on his face were all twisted together. He could feel that Nagash's curse and restrictions on vampires were rapidly weakening as he absorbed all of Nagash's power. Lord of the dead? Wrong! From now on, it will be the era of I, Man Frey, the lord of death!
Witness my rise, Human Gods, Dwarf Gods, Elf Gods, and the Four Gods of Chaos. The Eternal Emperor, Man Frey, the supreme one, will ascend to the throne here!
"Stop!" Akerman was shocked when he saw this scene. The Lich King immediately tried to stop Man Frey.
Azarion saw hundreds of chaotic magic winds exploding in the undead army. The originally indestructible Nagashza guards were blown to pieces, and the barrier protecting the ritual site had disappeared. Even though his body and energy had reached the limit, Azarion still used the last of his strength to rush to the ritual site.
The hundreds of undead winds that came head-on almost killed Azarion directly. Prince Iris's seven orifices were bleeding. His crown and the fanged sword in his hand once had powerful blessings, but now the light on these two divine weapons had dimmed. Even the power of the elves' blessing was forced to yield under the dark energy of the Lord of the Dead!
If it wasn't for something in his arms that was still working, Azarion would have died without a doubt.
Prince Iris knew what it was. It was the blessing beads given by Sun Wang Laing. Azarion didn't know why this thing was so powerful. Even his sword and crown couldn't resist the curse of the undead, but now was not the time to think!
Out of pride, Azarion didn't wear the beads given by Laing. He just kept it on his body. Seeing this, Prince Iris didn't hesitate. He immediately took out the beads and put them on his wrist.
The beads immediately emitted a dazzling light that shrouded Azarion. Relying on this power, Prince Iris quickly found the unconscious Alissanda. The little queen's head was bruised and the skin was broken, but she wasn't dead. She was still alive. A sacrifice couldn't die so easily. Akerman had prepared a protective spell.
Unlocking the shackles on the little queen, Prince Iris found that Yisha's blessing had been stripped from Alissanda's body. Her body was now full of chaotic magic energy. Azarion didn't know much about this. He had only checked half of it when he vomited blood. He knew that he had reached his limit. He saw stars, and the dozens of wounds on his body were faintly working. His blood was flowing out.
"Wake up, Alissanda. Wake up. We don't have much time." Azarion put down the sword and Iris's crown. He reached out and pressed on the little queen's shoulder. He gently shook the little queen, indicating that she should wake up.
"Uncle … Azarion?" Alissanda woke up with difficulty.
"I've finally rescued you." Behind Azarion, thousands of chaotic necromancy spells were released everywhere. Man Frey's figure was shrouded in a terrifying dark magic. The last few elite soldiers were turned into ashes under the corrosion of the necromancy. Looking at the injured and exhausted Azarion in front of her, the little queen choked again. "There's no need, because I …"
"This is a promise, Alissanda. My promise to you, my promise to your father, my promise to Ossouin, I must fulfill it." Azarion knelt on the ground in pain. He coughed up blood and resolutely took off the beads on his wrist and put them on Alissanda's hand. "Yisha's blessing has been lost. Alissanda, you can't be the Eternal Queen. Presumably, the future will be very painful. But promise me, live on, okay?"
"Uncle Azarion!" The protection of the beads was very small, and Laing's stored power was quickly dissipating. Alissanda saw with her own eyes that Prince Iris was corroded by the necromancy wind. His flesh began to peel off his skin.
"Promise me! Live on!!! "Azarion roared at Alissanda.
"I promise you!" The little queen screamed. She could do nothing now except cry.
"Okay, remember, this is your promise to me." Azarion was already kneeling on the ground. "I still have … magic … I … blood, now, run, hurry!"
After saying that, Prince Iris took out a dagger and stabbed it into his thigh. Blood spurted out, and the magic energy in the blood formed a phantom light. The power of the Goddess of Mist, Ladelia, had successfully descended. A spirit unicorn carried Alisa and rushed into the distance.
"Uncle Azarion!"
Looking at Alissanda's departing figure, Azarion finally smiled again after hundreds of years. Prince Iris grinned and looked at Alissanda's departing figure on the unicorn spirit and nodded in satisfaction.
Thousands of people died in order to save one person, and she was the little queen who was destined to be unable to ascend the throne in the future. Was it really worth it?
He didn't know. He only knew that he had fulfilled his promise, his promise to Tyrion. Either he died or he saved his daughter.
He had a clear conscience.
"It's you. You screwed up everything, pointy ears!" Akerhan's angry voice came from afar. The Lich King knew that he didn't have time to chase after the little queen. "You forced me. You could have lived."
"…" Azarion was silent.
"Very well, die!" Akerhan pressed his hand on Azarion's back. "Curse of Time!"
The armor on Prince Iris's body rusted and aged rapidly. The magic energy seeped into his flesh. Azarion aged at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the last moment of his life, the white-haired Azarion looked at the corpses of the elite warriors on the battlefield. Asur's blood dyed the land of Sylvania red. Even the sky became solemn. Prince Iris then looked to the west. That was Asur's hometown, Ossouin. That was his hometown, the beautiful Iris Kingdom shrouded in mist.
"The last power has been bestowed with the last hope. My eternal watch ends here."
The High Elf Prince, the Eternal Watcher of Tar-Iris, the Ruthless, Azarion turned into ashes under Akerhan's magic. His life fell in Sylvania.
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