On the battlefield, on the Rainbow Bridge, on the Metal Bridge, on the Mildenheim City, everyone saw this scene. The Butcher King, Agrim-Ironfist, had sacrificed himself.
Laing was silent. He urged the army to move forward as quickly as possible. "Faster, faster. We're not far from losing this war."
"My lord, please let me go!" Diego could feel the original body's anxiousness.
"What's the hurry?" Laing scolded. "Do you think this is still the subspace?"
"There will be a time when it's your turn to fight, Gray Knight!" Rimanrus stepped on the Rainbow Bridge. It was a wonderful feeling. "Including me, there will be a time when we should fight, but not now."
Almost at the same time, the avatars who noticed this became nervous. The Magic Eight Winds had to be complete before they could work together to activate the Ancient Sage Instrument and try to close the North and South Portals to isolate the Wind of Chaos. Now that the Magic Eight Winds had lost one wind, what should they do next?
Outside the city, the Elven Empire's White Tower Magus Council, Lilith, the Moon God, shouted to the head of the White Tower Magus Council, Tegris, who was still casting spells. "Oh no, dear Tegris, the Wind of Flames avatar is dead!"
"I know." Tegris was still casting spells. The Great Magus was leading the Wind of Beasts avatar and its army to Mildenheim. This was destined to be an extremely difficult task because the avatar was on the other side of the Roof of the World. This kind of long-distance teleportation consumed an astonishing amount of mana. Only the Elven Magus Council had the ability to do so. Since the avatar did not cooperate, Tegris only felt a splitting headache. He had already used up a lot of his mana, so he could only spare some of his energy to sense everything.
Fortunately, the outcome was not too bad. After the Wind of Flames was released, it turned around and flew towards the Phoenix Guard Captain, Kajoin. Kajoin was not able to control this power at first. Due to a mistake, he was thrown directly to a corner of Mildenheim. He landed in the residential area with a group of Phoenix Guards, a few Phoenixes, and three Asuyan Legions. They happened to encounter a few Chaos Legions. The Elven soldiers did not think too much and immediately joined the battle.
The Goddess in the Lake looked at the battlefield in the distance. The God of the Elves suddenly said, "Dear Tegris, I have a feeling that we are losing this battle."
"… So far, your feeling is right." Tegris paused for a few seconds. The Great Magus nodded bitterly in agreement. "Laing's plan was a success at first. We destroyed the 300,000 Chaos Legions on the periphery, but at least 700,000 of them are still fighting. More than half of the Order Legions have died. It's just that to him, Chaos is a more dangerous enemy. There are also many Skaven Ratmen. Lilith, you are right. We are losing this war. "
"There is still hope. If you can hurry, Laing and the others can hurry …" The Goddess in the Lake looked at Mildenheim. In the City of White Wolves, the Fire of Yurick was still burning. This meant that the city was still resisting.
"I want to go. I want to go to Laing's side." The Goddess in the Lake was obviously very hesitant. The Goddess thought for a while and decided to go to the battlefield herself.
"Are you crazy? Lilith! You are here in your true form. You are now the last God of the Elves from the last era. The God of Gods, the star that will lead our race forward, the last light of the Elves! "Tegris felt that Lilith was crazy." Lilith, wait a moment! "
"I can't just stand here and watch while Laing takes a huge risk to enter Mildenheim and fight with Echane!" Lilith said firmly.
"Wait a moment!" Tegris shouted. "The ritual is almost done!"
"Okay! After your ritual is done, Olica and I will rush to Laing's side immediately. " Lilith continued to look at Mildenheim. "I'm not worried about the humans now. Laing has united the humans, and I'm not worried about the dwarves. As you can see, the dwarves are fighting this war with the determination to die."
"Then what are you worried about?" Tegris asked.
"I'm worried about us elves!" The Goddess of the Elven Moon shook her head, her face full of sadness.
She hoped that the same mistakes that destroyed the Eldar Empire and the Elven Empire would not happen again.
The battle outside the city was still fierce. The most intense part of the battle had become the confrontation between the Tomb King's army and the main forces of Chaos. Sytra ordered that a path to Mildenheim be opened at all costs.
The Skaven Rat Men suddenly realized that they were no longer under the pressure of war.
The dwarves under Solgreen's lead were marching toward Mildenheim.
The Tomb King gave up on fighting the Skaven Rat Men and turned to attack the army of Chaos.
The other armies of Order were still fighting against the main forces of Chaos.
As the chief of the Skaven Clan, Grayclaw Great Prophet Kweluo was at a loss. You bastards, do you think the Rat Men don't exist?
Although Sloat the Impure had just died, and Necromancer Snitch had followed Eichane to attack Mildenheim, the Skaven Rat Men still had two to three hundred thousand of them. Most of them were cannon fodder, but there were still elites among them! For example, the Council of Thirteen that Kweluo was leading all by himself still had a dozen or so elite troops under him, including the Council of Thirteen guards. This was the strongest troop of Storm Rats among the Skaven Rat Men. They were still under Kweluo's command, waiting to fight.
But who should he help? Kweluo thought about it, but no matter how he thought about it, he felt that everyone was a bastard.
Life as a rat is not worth it, Kweluo thought.
"Great Prophet Grayclaw, Great Prophet, where should the Rat Men go? Who's going to die? "A Skaven warlord asked.
"Idiot!" Kweluo immediately spat a mouthful of phlegm on the Skaven warlord's face. He said bitterly, "We are mountains! Mountains will not move! "
"Huh?" The Skaven warlord was confused. "Mountains?"
"As swift as the wind, as gentle as the forest, as aggressive as the fire, as immovable as the mountains!" Kweluo scolded. "We are mountains, and mountains will not move!"
After that, Kweluo took out a famous military weapon from the Council of Thirteen's treasure and waved it slightly. On the surface of the weapon, there were words written in Kweluo: "Descendant of the Heavens". The Great Prophet Grayclaw fanned himself calmly. "Pass down my order. Stay where you are! Distribute the food and let the Storm Rats have a good meal! "
"Yes …" Although they were confused by the Great Prophet Grayclaw's order, the Skaven Rat Men obeyed. The three hundred thousand Rat Men stayed where they were.
"Someone, bring me my lunchbox."
Kweluo would never know what kind of opportunity he had missed. During the Battle of Mildenheim, the Skaven Rat Men had the perfect opportunity to dominate the battlefield.
If the Skaven Rat Men launched an attack on the retreating dwarves, the dwarves would only be defeated.
If the Skaven Rat Men launched an attack on the Order Army, which was struggling to hold on outside the city, the Order Army would be annihilated. They might even have the chance to disrupt Tegris's ritual.
If the Skaven Rat Men launched an attack on the Tomb King's army, Sytra and his War Eagle Army would also be in trouble.
But what were the Skaven Rat Men doing at this moment?
The Skaven Rat Men were eating.
… I am the dividing line of the world famous painting …
In Mildenheim, while the main forces of Order led by Laing were still rushing to Mildenheim, the duel at the city gate had already ended.
Tyrion was still no match for Echaon. After delaying the battle for more than an hour, the Wind of Light avatar began to sense danger. Echaon was not tired at all. Instead, he was getting stronger and stronger. Tyrion could not find a way to break through Echaon's defense.
He decided to retreat.
Due to Tyrion's outstanding combat skills, the Wind of Light avatar successfully retreated from Echaon's Kingslayer. Echaon wasn't too concerned about the outcome of the battle with Tyrion. The Eternal Chosen One ordered the troops to continue marching toward Yorick Castle. An endless stream of Chaos troops poured into Mildenheim.
At this moment, the first to arrive in Mildenheim were three avatar armies. They were the Life Army that Ariel used the power of the Oak Roots to arrive, the Shadow Army that Malecis used the Shadow Wind to bring along, and the new flame avatar, the Phoenix Guard Captain Karjoin's Flame Army. These three armies arrived first.
Among them, Malecis's situation was the most troublesome. With the Shadow Wind avatar, the Eternal King had a hard time controlling his power of shadows. This caused the elven army that he brought along to scatter around the city. Only a small portion of them remained by the Eternal King's side. The most troublesome thing was that Malecis's army had just arrived in front of Khorne's chief demon, Kabanha, and his' Blood Hunter 'army that had just charged into Mildenheim for a massacre.
At this moment, there were only a team of Nagaronian Dark Guards, a team of Kane assassins, a team of Phoenix Guards, and dozens of Black Ark pirates and wood elven eternal guards by Malecis's side.
Malecis immediately fell into a desperate situation. He was surrounded by Kabanha!
The Shadow Wind avatar was fighting a bloody battle. He personally rode the black dragon Serafin and fought back and forth. Amidst the encirclement of the Khorne, the Eternal King of the elves attacked back and forth. He used all his power and the power of the Shadow Wind, but he was still unable to break out of the encirclement of the Khorne army. Kabanha's axe was blazing with fire. The chief demon of the Khorne madly attacked Malecis's flank. The axe was embedded in Serafin's body, and black dragon blood spurted out. The Eternal King tried his best, but he could barely hold on to Kabanha. His army was disintegrating.
Malecis had no choice but to send out a signal for help.
However, no one came to save him.
The Eternal King was sure that there were at least three forces of Order nearby that had seen his distress signal. The Wind of Life, Alariel, the Wind of Light, Tyrion, and the local garrison of Midden. Malekith was 100% sure that they had all seen his distress signal!
But no one came to save him. They didn't even put on an act!
Why? Malecis thought of this question, and the Eternal King understood.
The people of Mildenheim might not even be able to take care of themselves, or they might not even trust the Dark Elf Shaman King. In the eyes of the people of Mildenheim, Malecis was always the cruel and ruthless Shaman King that the High Elves and Dwarves spoke of.
As for Tyrion and Ariel? They had never been willing to accept him. They chose to respect him as the Eternal King and married him only because of Asoyan's choice and Lilith's conferment! Malecis clenched his teeth so hard that they bled!
Now that Asoyan had fallen and Lilith was too far away to help, Tyrion and Ariel wanted him dead! It wasn't like they did it!
Thinking of this, Malecis suddenly felt a little disheartened. The Shaman King laughed with tears in his eyes.
Everyone respects me as the Eternal King!
But do they truly respect me and pledge their loyalty to me?
Cowardly my ass!
Everything, everything is just Asoyan's edict. Everything, everything is just Lilith's mission!
I am still the Shaman King of Nagaros, the Shaman King who used fear, power, and violence to rule the desolate Icefield.
Eternal King Malecis? What a joke.
Father, what should I do?
Father! Save me! Save your children! Just like how they betrayed you, they also betrayed me!
Thinking of this, Malecis felt his vision go dark. The Eternal King almost fell off his mount. His fighting spirit plummeted. While he was in a daze, Krabanha's roar was already close to his ear. Malecis, who was on the verge of collapse, barely raised his sword to block. His dark magic hit Krabanha's chest. The Krabanha Chief Demon didn't feel any pain at all, and the bloody battle axe quickly fell.
So, that's it? Malecis smiled bitterly in his heart. That was what the Eternal King thought.
In the darkness, a cold light came first, followed by Krabanha's painful cry. A rune battle axe broke through the air from afar, cutting the Krabanha Chief Demon's arm. A white-bearded, white-haired Dwarf wearing a cloak stepped on Serafin's back and appeared behind Malecis. His stiff voice sounded behind the Eternal King. "You are still the same as before. You are not good at looking behind you, Malecis."
The Eternal King's mouth was wide open. He didn't move. Five thousand years had passed, but he still remembered this voice. Ever since the Elves and Dwarves abandoned their oath of friendship and joined the war, he had never heard this voice again. Malecis still remembered it.
The shining rune armor, the white beard, and the familiar battle axe. Malecis' warm tears fell from his eyes. The Eternal King was almost drowned in guilt. He tried hard to open his mouth, but only a few words came out. He didn't know what else to say. "Snorri, my friend, my brother …"
"I'm just a dwarf passing by. Remember that!" The white Dwarf Rimbrindale had a complicated expression. He glanced at Malecis, then focused on Krabanha in front of him. "Go, Malecis, leave this to me. You still have your mission to do, right?"
"As expected, only you came to save me in the end." Malecis looked at his friend. He knew how he betrayed their friendship. He knew how unforgivable he was. "My brother … Snorri, I am sorry."
After five thousand years, Malecis' thoughts returned to Kraz A-Karak's room.
Snorri was lying on his low and wide bed. His eyes were closed, and his face was as pale as his beard. Beside him knelt a man, who was putting his hands on the Dwarf King's chest. He was Prince Malecis of Ossouin, the former general of the Phoenix King's army and the current Elven Ambassador to the Dwarf Empire.
The first generation Supreme Dwarf King was already on his deathbed. Before he died, the Supreme Dwarf King wanted to see his best friend again. The two of them had a final conversation.
"If only we Dwarves could live as long as you Elves. Then my rule could continue for thousands of years."
"But even so, we could not avoid death."
"Our deeds are worthy of praise, aren't they? Our two great countries worked together to drive away the beasts and their gods. Now the people are happy, trade is smooth, and we are thriving. "
"This is all thanks to you, Snorri." The Elven Prince and the Supreme Dwarf King clasped their hands.
"Cough, cough, cough … Listen, Malecis, my brave comrade, my closest confidant, now you have to swear to me, just like the oath I made with my dying breath. Swear to my tombstone and soul! You will hold fast to the grand ideals and long-cherished wishes we have fought for for so many years! This will be carried out without a doubt … There should not be such a shameful act as breaking an oath. Otherwise, I will return and continue to hold the battle axe and shake the mountains with my anger! "
"I will." Malecis held his old friend's hand tightly. He said, "I solemnly swear to the Supreme King Snorri Whitebeard, the leader of the Dwarves and the friend of the Elves!"
Snorri nodded slowly. The light in his eyes gradually dissipated. The first Supreme King passed away. His body was placed in a stone coffin surrounded by runes. With Malecis watching, his son Sodik sent him to the ancestral tomb.
The memories ended there.
Malecis almost could not control himself. He had betrayed the Dwarves and Snorri. But when he was in the most desperate situation, at the most dangerous moment, the one who came to save him in the end was the Dwarf. It was his brother, Snorri Whitebeard! This heavy guilt almost crushed Malecis, but it also gave him new strength.
He was not abandoned. There were still people in this world who cared about him. There were still people who saw him as a brother!
This world did not abandon me!
A strong fighting spirit rose from the Eternal King again.
Seeing Malecis' fighting spirit reignited, the White Dwarf Rimbrindale smiled. He smiled and showed his teeth. "Go, my brother Malecis. Go and complete your mission. You still have your mission. Go and save this world. I promise, if you can do it, then all the past, all the hatred between the Elves and the Dwarves will be erased from the Book of Hatred. I swear in the name of the White Dwarf Rimbrindale!"
Malecis also smiled. He wiped away his tears and hammered the White Dwarf's shoulder. "What if I don't succeed?"
"Then everything will be over. The hatred between us will have no meaning." The White Dwarf snorted. "Then it will be the end of the hatred."
"Very good, my friend. Let us go to destruction!" Malecis had never been so eager to fight.
Relying on the White Dwarves to fight against Kabanhar, the Army of Shadows finally broke through the encirclement. Malecis was now full of fighting spirit. The Eternal King had found the meaning of fighting again. More importantly, for some reason, the resistance they encountered along the way was much weaker than Malecis had imagined. The Eternal King thought that perhaps Laing's tactics had worked, and the main forces of Chaos had been delayed.
Snorri, my brother, I will never let you down again!
Malecis' guess was not completely correct, but he soon knew the answer. As the archmages outside the city led by Tegris finally finished casting their spells, a low and wild howl spread throughout Mildenheim and the surrounding areas. It drowned out the battle cries of the Chaos army, suppressed the drums of the Army of Order, and even caused the horns of the Tomb Kings to become a mess!
It's coming! It's coming!
“Waaagh！”
“Waaaaagh！”
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