At the city gate of Mildenheim, Eichahn had thought that he would be able to take down this elf who overestimated himself very quickly. He had launched his most ferocious attack right from the start.
However, Tyrion had blocked all of Eichahn's attacks one by one. The martial arts of the incarnation of the Wind of Light, the Guardian of Ossouin, and the War Lord of the High Elves had become more and more exquisite after a series of trials. Tyrion could now feel that his martial arts had already reached the pinnacle. As the incarnation of the Wind of Light gradually merged his own power into one, Tyrion had a feeling that he could control every single detail of his body. He could feel every single pore on his body expanding and closing. He could accurately distribute every single bit of power to every single corner of his body. His body was truly under his perfect control. This power allowed Tyrion to easily block every single attack of Eichahn. Eichahn looked at Tyrion, looked at the white light that shot out from his Sunfire Sword. The Eternal Chosen One knew that he had met his match.
Without any confusion or hesitation, Eichahn immediately raised his sword and engaged Tyrion in battle. Just as the Eternal Chosen One was about to fight, at least three hundred Chaos armies were still queuing up to enter Mildenheim.
The Sunfire Sword and the Kingslayer clashed. The glaring white light forced the surrounding Chaos warriors to avoid the duel between the two. The slightest graze would result in destruction. Tyrion's footsteps were like a butterfly fluttering in the wind. The incarnation of the Wind of Light moved quickly. His speed was unbelievably fast. Even Eichahn could not keep up with Tyrion's pace.
However, after dozens of rounds, Tyrion realized that he was losing this duel.
There were a few times when Tyrion had caught Eichahn's undetectable and fleeting flaws and launched a resolute counterattack. His sword was burning with the flames from the sun, shooting out white light that belonged to the Wind of Light. However, no matter what kind of attack he used, he could not hurt Eichahn at all. The body of the Eternal Chosen One was like a huge dye vat. Any magic energy that came into contact with his body would immediately be devoured and assimilated. As for Tyrion's sword skills, it was true that he was unparalleled in the world. However, when the Sunfire Sword kept bouncing off Moka's armor, Tyrion's brows were tightly knitted together.
He was unable to break through Eichahn's defense. The Eternal Chosen One before him might not be as good in close combat as he was, but his defense was thousands of times better!
Damn it! If only I still had the Sword of Cain … If only I still had it … Every single one of Tyrion's fierce attacks were easily neutralized by Eichaun, and every single one of Eichaun's attacks would cause Tyrion to be surrounded by danger. The incarnation of Wind of Light couldn't help but reminisce about the power he once possessed when he wielded the Sword of Cain. If he still had the Sword of Cain in his hands, Tyrion was confident that he could break through Eichaun's defense. The Sunflame Sword was a Divine Artifact, but it was still incomparable to the Cain Sword and Gail Maraz, a Super Divine Artifact.
For now, all they could do was delay Echahn's footsteps as much as possible. Delay for as long as possible!
Thinking up to this point, Tyrion no longer hesitated. He pulled himself together and once again engaged in battle with Eichahn.
On the other side, the city of Mildenheim was in chaos. There were still 30,000 soldiers defending Mildenheim. Originally, their morale had collapsed due to the destruction of the city gate and the deaths of Watson and Axel. Just as the soldiers were about to collapse in fear, they were pleasantly surprised to see the Lord of White Wolf City, the Duke of Mildenheim, the Duke of Mildenheim, Boris Todbringer, returning! And with the head of One-Eyed Kazak!
"Sons of Yurick! Gather around me! " Boris was indeed the Lord of Mildenheim for decades. As soon as he shouted with his hoarse voice, the soldiers of Mildenheim immediately gathered around Boris. The defensive line was reorganized. The flag that symbolized the White Wolf God, Yurick, was once again erected in the streets. Yurick did not abandon Mildenheim!
Like an old wolf that was exhausted but still had the strength to fight, Boris' roar awakened the pride of the people of Mildenheim. The soldiers quickly returned to their posts and prepared for the battle in the streets.
Boris' single eye scanned the formation of the White Wolf Knights. He knew that he had done something wrong. He knew that he had paid the price for his selfishness and recklessness. He was willing to take responsibility for it. However, before that, he still had his own mission to complete. Hence, he and Tyrion entered the underground of Mildenheim through an unknown secret passage. They came back from the sewers as fast as lightning, just to complete the final deployment.
Soon, he found it. "Harland! You stinking brat! Get over here! "
The White Wolf Knight, Harland, was dumbfounded. The young White Wolf Knight with blonde hair and blue eyelids was only in his twenties, but he had been discussed many times about whether he was qualified to enter the inner circle of the knights. After the assassination of Boris, he naturally entered the inner circle and became a member of the Teuton Guards.
"Harland, you bastard. Let me ask you, do you like Annie?" Boris pulled Harland over, his saliva spraying on Harland's face.
Harland's face instantly turned red. This Teuton Guard had a secret relationship with Boris' daughter. As the Kurfürst, Boris knew about it, but he didn't say anything. Firstly, Harland was very outstanding, entering the Teuton Guards before the age of 30. Secondly, Harland had some background. He was a relative of Laing's adoptive father, Norman. Before Norman died, he introduced Harland to Laing. Out of cultural and environmental considerations, Laing didn't take Harland away. However, Harland's mixed-blood elven warhorse and dwarven rune weapons were very obvious.
"Do you like Annie or not?!" Boris grabbed Harland's neck and roared like a madman. "Are you a man? Do you have balls? Don't you know how to reply? "
"Yes … I like her!" Harland was also a guy with guts. He was embarrassed at first, but after being provoked by Boris, he became hot-blooded. "I like her! Your daughter, Annie, too! "
"Good! Very spirited! " Boris punched Harland's face so hard that Harland's nose bled. "This is a punishment from a father!"
"Matak!" Before Harland could react, Boris continued to roar. Greg Matak, the chief grand wizard of the Empire's royal family, walked out of the crowd. "I'm here, Mr. Boris."
"Very good! Very good! " Boris immediately ordered, "Find my daughter. Right here, right in front of Eurec Castle. I want to see Harland and Annie's wedding with my own eyes. Matak, you officiate the wedding!"
Since the Kurfürst gave such an order, and it was so urgent, the people of Midden no longer hesitated. They brought Annie out of Eurec Castle at the last minute. Right in front of the holy fire of the White Wolf God in Eurec Castle, on the battlefield, an extremely simple and crude battlefield that was less than four kilometers away from the Chaos Army was held just like that. Harland temporarily tied a bow tie, and Annie only had time to cover her head with a white veil.
Everything happened so mysteriously and suddenly.
"Then, now, I declare that the groom can kiss the bride!" As soon as Matak's greasy voice fell, Harland only had time to kiss Annie's lips gently before Boris stuffed the Rune Tooth into his arms with its scabbard.
"Mr. Kurfürst?" Harland was shocked.
"Kurfürst? You still call me Kurfürst? " Boris finally smiled. The old guy raised his chin and said, "No, now, you are Mr. Kurfürst, Harland, my son-in-law. As the Kurfürst and the head of the Todblinger family, I declare that from today on, you are the Kurfürst of the Empire, the Duke of Mildenheim, and the Grand Duke of Midden! The new head of the Todblinger family! "
After saying that, Boris pulled out his fine steel longsword from Harland's waist and laughed out loud. He turned around and put on his cape. Amidst his daughter Annie's tearful cries for her father, he charged into the burning street without looking back.
Then, that's enough. Old guy, that's enough.
While running, Boris's face was full of a satisfied smile.
My time has passed. Harland is a good guy. He will treat Annie well.
That's enough. Boris Todblinger's life will have no more regrets!
Run forward!
Face the Chaos Hell Cannon!
How can you feel Yurick's greatness without going through hardships?
Eichahn can't make us kneel and beg for mercy!
Even if blood is spilled all over the wolf robe ~ ~ ~
Keep holding on, the pride of Todblinger ~
How can you see the brilliance of White Wolf City if you don't persevere to the end?
Instead of living an ignoble life, it's better to fight to your heart's content!
Charlemagne will return like lightning!
With such a belief, Boris rushed into the army of Chaos with a steel longsword and shield in his hands. "Come on! Goddamn Northlander, come and taste Yurick's sharp teeth! "
After that day, no one ever saw Boris Todbringer again.
The remaining defenders of Mildenheim united under the command of the two Kurfürst couple, Harland and Annie, and engaged in a fierce street battle with the Army of Chaos. The two sides fought along every street, every building, and even every alley. Relying on the blessing of Yurick's sacred fire, the Army of Chaos couldn't completely control Mildenheim in a short period of time even though they were superior in terms of numbers and quality and had broken the city gate!
The war was still going on.
I am the dividing line of the white wolf's heart that chases after dreams …
Outside the city, Nikohara's army was in a frenzy. Emperor Setra stood on his chariot of gods and slaughtered the Warriors of Chaos as if he was cutting grass. When he was looking for valuable targets, an uninvited guest suddenly stopped his advance.
The oldest Lich High Priest, Caterp, ran out from the dark and blocked Setra's path. Nikohara, the great King of Kings, was furious that this exiled person dared to appear. "Caterp, how dare you come back! I once told you that before you find and help me regain my body and become a perfect God in the true sense of the word, you are not to appear in front of me or Nikohara. Otherwise, I will kill you. Do you remember? "
"Yes, your humble servant remembers." Caterp's voice was very bitter.
"Then, have you found the way back?" Setra asked coldly. Emperor Nikohara's Blessed Sword of Petra was already next to Caterp's neck.
"No, but I have important news. Your Majesty, please listen carefully." Caterp was not frightened. The Lich High Priest seized the opportunity and immediately told Setra the truth about Mildenheim. The Eternal God of Chaos, Eichahn, was attacking Mildenheim. As long as he entered Mildenheim and activated the device, the world would be completely destroyed. Everything would turn into dust, including Setra's hegemony and his dream of reconquering the world and becoming a perfect God.
After saying all this, the Ancient Tomb Lich High Priest Caterp crouched down, waiting for his fated strike.
He knew what kind of person Setra was. If Setra had won the battle of Mildenheim, or even if Setra had successfully opened the Black Pyramid and obtained a part of the Power of Nagash, Caterp would have come up with a bunch of hypocritical flattery. Perhaps Setra would be happy and forgive him for his sins. But now, he was telling the cold truth that Setra did not like, so he had no chance of survival.
But he still had to say it, because Caterp's loyalty to Setra did not need to be described with words!
After Setra heard Caterp's description, Emperor Nikohara's expression gradually turned from anger to coldness. He understood that Caterp was offering his last loyalty to him for bringing him the truth. This made Kamukara, who had always been decisive, hesitate.
Caterp did not have to wait for long. The Blessed Sword of Petra slashed down. The Lich High Priest's head flew out and rolled a few times on the ground.
Setra was Setra. As a king, he would never go back on his words, his vows, and his decisions. Nothing could compare to Emperor Nikohara's dignity! Not even Caterp's loyalty!
But Setra received Caterp's message.
Amidst the sound of horns, the most famous warriors of Kamukara appeared under Emperor Nikohara's command: Setra's War Eagle Army.
In the ancient times of the Nikohara Empire, in the glory of the first dynasty, they entered the battle again and again, proudly marching under the majestic city gates.
They always returned victorious. When the enemy saw their turquoise shields on the battlefield, they knew that the outcome of the battle was doomed.
Setra's War Eagle Army had a hundred legions and ten thousand warriors. Although this was less than one-tenth of the total strength of Setra's infantry, the number alone could not prove their extraordinary achievements. When they were alive, it was said that every time the War Eagle Army swung a sharp blade, it was equivalent to four of the enemy's weapons. In their undead form, the War Eagle Army increased this percentage, but the dead no longer boasted about their great achievements.
When the soldiers used their sharp blades or spears to slash the shields and walked in perfect steps, the horns of war gradually reached a loud peak.
Setra, the Lord of Kamukara, the King of Kings, the true ruler of the earth, the sky, and the four horizons, drove into the war. Nikohara's crown was on his forehead, Petra's sacred blade was in his powerful palm, and the fire of war burned in his hollow eye sockets.
"Pass down the Emperor's order, gather our forces and break through the defense line of the Chaos Army!"
"The Eternal Chosen Eichahn?" The great Emperor Nikohara announced that the entire army would focus on breaking through the main force of the Chaos Army and advance towards Mildenheim. "I will let him know that if he does not submit, he will die!"
"For Setra, for Nikohara!"
The Tomb King gave up the war outside the city and gathered all his troops to try to get close to Mildenheim. Setra personally went out to fight.
However, the Tomb King's retreat had devastating consequences for the Alliance of Order.
The original three-way battle between the Dwarves, the Skaven Ratmen, and the Tomb King broke the delicate balance because of the Tomb King's retreat. The ten thousand Dwarves were forced to face hundreds of thousands of Skaven Ratmen.
It was very obvious that once the balance was broken, the Dwarves could not hold on.
The last few Eternal Light Knights disappeared in the counterattack against the Skaven Ratmen, engulfed by the flames of the Dimension Stone.
The Moore Knights finally succumbed to the volley of the storm rat trolls after wiping out twenty times their number of ratmen.
The Giant Hammer Warriors of Sea Gate were reduced from an army to a team, and then the last few Warriors were still stubbornly resisting.
The Supreme King Solgreen's Eternal Guards were reduced again and again until there were less than a thousand of them.
The Dwarf Rune Master Soric Ironbrow's Doomsday Anvil was already burning hot and had been used to the limit. One more use and the anvil would completely shatter.
There was also the Butcher King Agrim Ironfist. He had already lost count of how many giant beasts of the Mord clan he had killed. The Axe of Dago, a divine weapon, had a series of cracks on it, and the blade was bent. On this day, most of the Dwarf Butchers had their own wishes and sought the most glorious death.
After finally repelling another attack from the Mord clan, Agrim Ironfist threw the completely useless Dagor's Axe to the side and picked up a machete from the ground. There were also about a hundred dwarven butchers guarding their king. In addition, the Wood Elf Hero Araloth was holding the Starfire Spear and was panting heavily as he helped the butcher king defend one side of the battlefield.
They had been surrounded.
"Heh, how embarrassing. I didn't think that my final battle would be with an elf boy. This isn't glorious at all." Agrim Ironfist looked at the countless Skaven clan rats surrounding them from all directions, as well as the Mord clan's Right Claw, Sloth Impurity, and the strongest mutant rat troll under his command, the Mord clan's most successful forbidden biological weapon, Gurgi. He couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Araloth also had a premonition that the final moment was coming. He raised his head carelessly. If I can die here today, with such glory, I will definitely become a legend. Lilith will also remember my sacrifice. If that's the case, what else can I not accept?
Thinking of this, the Wood Elf Hero simply said, "For you guys, dying with Pointy Ears really isn't that great."
"Isn't that right?" The Butcher King complained. "I've thought of many glorious ways to die, but I didn't think that Pointy Ears would be in the scene. Valaya's beer is really terrible."
"Then … what if I die with my friends?" Araloth asked softly.
Agrim Ironfist was silent. The Butcher King's gaze moved from the rat army to Araloth. After a long time, he spat out a word. "Aye!"
"Listen to me, elf boy. You're different from the other pointy ears. Today shouldn't be the day you die." The Butcher King seemed to have made up his mind. He stepped forward. "You guys retreat. Leave this place to me and Kaderin's children. You guys and Solgrin retreat together. We still need you guys for the next battle!"
"Shorty, you?" Aralos understood what Agrim was trying to do. Just as he was about to dissuade him, the Butcher King shook his head violently. "I've spent my entire life pursuing a glorious death. Now, on such a magnificent battlefield, on such a magnificent stage, on such a heroic sacrifice, this is my lifelong wish. Don't stop me from realizing my dream, okay?"
Aralos didn't say anything. The wood elf hero's eyes were filled with hot tears. He gave the Butcher King the highest courtesy, but he still couldn't help but ask, with a sobbing tone, "But … what about the flaming wind?"
"I really like a saying from your Eisley: 'Life will always find its way out.'" Agrim smiled. "The Flaming Wind was never mine. It never was."
"Son of Kaderin, raise your axe. Let's give these rats an unforgettable ending!" Under the Butcher King's command, all the dwarf butchers gathered together. Under Agrim's lead, they launched the final charge.
The sound of the horn didn't stop. Agrim completely released the power of the Flaming Wind. His entire body was gradually enveloped in flames. As he swept past, the bodies of the rats melted. The dwarf butchers were invincible, but they all withered away.
Agrim Iron Fist's body began to burn, followed by his hair and beard. He directly charged in front of Sloat Impurity. The battle axe in his hand broke Sloat Impurity's catching pole in one blow. The Butcher King reached out and grabbed Sloat's neck. Agrim, whose entire body was gradually engulfed in flames, whispered, "Endless power! Fire! "
A huge force came from the side. Gurch charged over and sent both the Butcher King and Sloat flying. They were pressed against the wall of the old camp.
The Butcher King was expressionless. He stretched out his other hand and continued to condense flames in his hand. With a chop of his hand, one of Gu Erqi's arms was chopped off. However, the flesh-eating rat demon did not feel any pain. It used its remaining hand to press the Butcher King's body against the collapsed wall, immobilizing him.
"So, it's over!" Agrim tightened his grip on Sloat's neck with one hand and grabbed Gurch's arm with the other.
Flames were released.
The entire battlefield of Mildenheim was set ablaze with a hundred-meter-tall pillar of fire. The orange-red flames were like a fountain, reaching into the clouds. The bright tongues of fire licked the air. The tens of thousands of Skaven Ratmen and all the elites of the Mord clan were engulfed in flames.
King Karak Kaderin, the Butcher King, and the incarnation of the Flaming Wind, Agrim Iron Fist, had fallen in the outskirts of Mildenheim.
Along with him were the right claw of the Mord clan, the substitute leader Sloat Impurity, the mutant rat troll Gurch, and all the elites of the Mord clan.
Smoke and dust filled the sky. Aralus, whose face was covered in tears, looked at the souls that were gradually dissipating in the flames. He silently said, "Take care, my friend."
The Skaven Ratmen stopped moving forward, as if they were frightened by the terrifying explosion. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Supreme King Solgreen led the remaining dwarves and rushed toward Mildenheim.
The war was far from over.
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