In the air, Laing was observing the battle. The Bifröst he created was not particularly stable due to the strong interference of the Wind of Chaos. However, it was now very close to Mildenheim. Riding on his Gryphon Impris, Laing observed the situation in the city.
He saw the upgraded Emperor Karl-franz and his Empire army arrive at the battlefield before Laing. The upgraded Carl and the eternal Chosen One said something, but Eichahn only shook his head. The two sides then fought for the championship. The upgraded Carl was no match for the eternal Chosen One and was defeated. The giant hammer in his hand that was made of pure sub-dimensional energy, "Gail Malaz Origin Substance", was defeated by the power of the Kingslayer and exploded into light and rain.
Eichahn defeated the upgraded Carl, but not completely. The incarnation of the Wind of Metal, Galt, and the incarnation of the Wind of Light, Tyrion, rushed over and rescued the Emperor of the Wind of Heaven. The three incarnations of the Wind of Heaven and their army retreated towards Urick Castle. Eichahn wanted to chase after them but was stopped by the golden city wall created by Galt.
He saw a tide of Green Dwarfs appear near Mildenheim. They poured out from all over the city. Countless Northlanders, including a small number of Mildenheim residents and the army of the Parliament were trampled under the feet of these Green Dwarfs. In this night where blades were dancing, although the Green Dwarfs did not know why they suddenly appeared here, this was undoubtedly a good place to fight. The Green Dwarfs and Green Dwarfs chopped the heavily armored Chaos Warriors to the ground. The crudely made axes and machetes cut open the seemingly indestructible plate armor of the Chaos Warriors. Spittle was spilled everywhere. The brave Northlanders finally met their match. Facing these new warriors who were full of fighting spirit, the angry Chaos Army was defeated by the new Green Dwarfs.
“waaagh！”
“waaaaagh！”
There were about 20,000 Green Skin Soldiers teleported over. Most of them were Ogre Orcs, but there were also a few Ogre Mercenaries and Goblins. Seeing that there were so many canned goods to open, the Ogre Orcs were so excited that they couldn't control themselves. They hacked madly at the canned goods. Many of the Ogre Orcs' swords were bent after a few swings. They threw away their weapons and smashed the Chaos Warriors' helmets with their fists.
There was no doubt that this Green Skin Army was an elite troop. Each of them was covered in heavy armor and wielded a giant axe. They maintained an amazing discipline in the crazy battlefield. Each of them was bigger and stronger than the ordinary Green Skin Soldiers. These dark-skinned, disciplined fellows followed closely behind an even bigger Black Orc warlord. His teeth were broken. The giant axe in his hand blew up a whirlwind among the Chaos Warriors. The sturdy shield formation was torn apart like a rag in front of him. One by one, the Barbarian Chieftain, Chaos Champion, Evil God's Chosen, and even the headless bodies of the Northern Barbarians were kicked away by the Black Orc warlord. Those Chaos Behemoths were chopped into pieces by the Black Orc warlord. Their blood flowed like streams.
Grimog- Ironhide, the Dark Orc warlord, the strongest of the Green Skins, the strongest and biggest WAAAGH Green Skin warlord and Ogre King, was in a rage. It had ended its long expedition to the Far East and was sitting on the throne of the Dark Realm, preparing for the next WAAAGH! Then he mysteriously appeared here with his army. Grimog- did not like this. He was very angry, and the consequences were very serious. His anger made him stronger. Although he did not understand what the power in his body was, and did not understand why he came here, these were not important. What was important was that Grimog- never backed down in front of battle!
"Grimog-! Grimog-! "
The surrounding Black Beastmen loudly shouted Iron Hide's name. They could feel a formidable power coming from Grimogge's body. That power strengthened the Black Beastmen with every slash, and Iron Hide's mountain-shaking body split everything in half!
A new Fate WAAAGH had begun!
"Grimog-! We're Supersilver! "
"Grimog-! Friends from afar! "
In addition to the Ogre Orcs who were crazy about Ironhide's bravery, the Ogres also joined the ranks of Ironhide. The Ogre Kingdom was conquered by Ironhide a few months ago. For these ignorant Ogres, the purpose of war was to enjoy the fun of fighting and bring rich food. Ironhide satisfied them, so they fought for him.
So a strange scene appeared. In Mildenheim, all the Allied Forces of Order were fighting with despair. Only the Green Skins stepped into the battlefield happily and proudly. They did not care about injuries, death, victory, or defeat. They only cared about whether they could have a good fight.
"Grimog- Ironhide, that's him." Rimanrus looked at the appearance of the Green Skin Warlord. The Wolf King's expression was a little serious. "You have to be careful, Laing. I feel the power of Kamoka from that guy. We have to deal with him first."
"No, let's ignore him. Let him fight Chaos first." Laing shook his head and rejected Rimanrus' suggestion. The Green Skins were indeed very strong when they first arrived on the battlefield, but they were only twenty to thirty thousand people. Eichahn still had four to five hundred thousand troops outside the city, and nearly two hundred thousand people had already entered Mildenheim. No matter how strong the Green Skins were, they could not really kill Chaos.
Sure enough, Eichaen's adjutants were first dazed by Grimogor's green-skinned army. However, these experienced Chaos Lords quickly realized that the green-skinned army was attacking everyone indiscriminately. So, they lured Ironhide towards Malekith's army of shadows.
"Tegris' Great Curse doesn't seem to work!" Laing immediately cursed when he saw this scene. "Why don't you teleport Ironhide directly to Eichahn's side?"
However, a shocking scene appeared. Ironhide defeated Malecis' Shadow Army and beat Malecis up badly in a close-range one-on-one battle. Just when everyone thought that Malecis would use his mount to escape, the Elven Eternal King suddenly knelt down in front of Ironhide.
Iron Hide seemed to be stunned by the scene in front of him. It stopped moving and seemed to be asking something. Malekith immediately raised his head and tried to communicate with Iron Hide using his actions and words. After Iron Hide heard what Malekith said, he was stunned. The Black Orc warlord was the first to laugh out loud. He raised his axe and roared loudly, declaring his victory. However, Malekith then used his hands to emphasize something. Iron Hide's face immediately became gloomy. He then used his hand to help Malekith up and signaled him to lead the way.
"Maybe we can really survive," Laing thought as he looked at the unbelievable scene in front of him.
The Brittany Army and the Dwarves of the Eight Peaks arrived at the residential area of Mildenheim. The Sun King immediately ordered them to rush to Yurick Castle.
This was going to be a race of life and death. However, it seemed like something wasn't going to let Laing get what he wanted.
The most powerful demon of the Perverted Sins, Sheraxi – Demon Calamity!
The Nurgle Demon, Rain Father, Hagloss!
The most powerful demon of the Khorne, Anglas!
There was also the World Eaters' Company Commander, Kahn – Betrayer, and their 50 Chaos troops. They had been waiting for Laing for a long time!
Almost as soon as Laing's army arrived, a huge battle broke out.
Rimanrus faced Sheraxi – Demon Calamity, Diego faced Rain Father, Hagloss, and Laing Macado faced Anglas again.
The battle was getting more and more intense.
… I'm the cut-off line of the race of life and death …
Jumping down from Serafin, Malecis was left with less than 200 Elven warriors. They were no match for Grimogor's brats, but all the warriors decided to protect their king until the last moment.
After 20 to 30 rounds of battle between Malecis and Ironhide, the Eternal Monarch knew that he was no match for Ironhide. No matter what kind of blessing this beast received, it was too powerful now.
If it were in the past, Malecis would have fled without hesitation and let his soldiers accept the fate of death because the weak had no right to live.
But it was different now. Now, Malecis was the Eternal Monarch. He knew that he shouldered the rise and fall of the entire Elven race. This made the personality of the despicable and cruel Witch King of the past and the passionate and brave Prince Malecis of the past collide. Sparks flew in Malecis' soul.
The arrival of Snorri Whitebeard activated the power of the latter personality. Malecis' long-lost sense of honor and responsibility was awakened from the depths of his soul. He was no longer the Witch King, but the former general of the Phoenix King, the Elven Empire's ambassador to the Dwarves, Prince Malecis! He would not disappoint Snorri again. No! It would never happen!
The selfish, cruel, and insidious Witch King left for the time being. Prince Malekis landed on the ground, and the Eternal King strode towards Grimoggi-Ironhide. He slid to his knees as soon as he came up, and his knees drew more than ten meters on the blood-stained stone road of Middenheim. Malekis gracefully and swiftly slid to his knees all the way to Ironhide. He lowered his head and leveled his longsword with the hilt facing Ironhide.
At the moment when the Man-Killing Axe was about to fall on Malecis' head, the Eternal Monarch shouted in the loudest and most bitter voice in his life, "I surrender!"
“？？？” Grimgor Ironhide was stunned. The tip of the Man-Killing Axe was almost touching Malecis' helmet. Ironhide forced himself to stop and muttered, "Am I mistaken? Pointy Ears is surrendering to me? "
"On behalf of myself and the Elven Empire, I surrender to Grimgor and his boys," Malecis repeated.
Ironhide froze and confirmed it again. Then, its lips curved into a smile and it raised its battle axe high above its head.
"Grimgor is the best!" He roared and laughed. With his back to Malecis, he used a steel gauntlet to hit his breastplate.
The battle cry echoed in the ruins of Mildenheim, triggering thousands of small cheers. The Black Orcs and the Green Skins praised the name of the war leader in unison.
"No, Grimgor is not the strongest!" Malecis immediately shouted. The Eternal Monarch's voice interrupted Ironhide's joy. He growled impatiently, "If Grimgor is not the strongest? Then who is? "
"The reason I brought this city here is to defeat a spiky bald-headed warboss!" Malecis immediately said, "This warboss is the strongest and most WAAAGH. None of us can beat him, not even Grimgor!"
"Impossible! Grimgor is the strongest! Grimgor is the strongest! "Ironhide growled impatiently." Others? "
"Over there!" Malecis immediately pointed in the direction of Eichahn. "I can show you the way. Grimgor will prove himself to be the strongest!"
Iron Hide was silent. For the Dark Orc warlord, thinking was really troublesome and unnecessary, but Iron Hide had to think. It was easy for him to come to a conclusion under Malekith's guidance. "You're bringing me there? Pointy ears are weak! "
"That's why we won't steal your glory. We will use all the opportunities to prove that we are worthy of your rule. " Malekis immediately put on an act and hammered his chest with his sword. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ~"
Pointy ears made the Green Skins laugh. Ironhide thought to himself, If I bring a group of pointy ears with me WAAAGH! Wouldn't that prove that Grimgor's WAAAGH is the most WAAAGH? This is really an old WAAAGH!
So the Black Orc warlord helped Malecis up. "Come, bring your boys and follow me WAAAGH!"
Malecis smiled behind his mask. He sacrificed his pride, but the hope of victory was still there. Anyway, an oath to such a race was worthless. If these Green Skins survived the next battle, he would settle the score with them.
He would pretend to submit to the Green Skins first and repent in the future.
In an instant, Malecis seemed to have turned back into the diplomatic ambassador of the past, a master of diplomacy who knew the way every force in the world did things and thought logic like the back of his hand. The Eternal King was proud of his talent and bitter about his failure.
The Eternal King could stretch and shrink!
Snorri, did you see that? The Black Orc warboss in the East, Ironhide, has a whole chapter on your hatred book. Isn't that ruthless?
I talked and laughed with it!
Although it's embarrassing, I won't disappoint you again, Snorri, my brother.
Although the surrounding Elven Warriors cast looks of disdain and condemnation at Malecis, they also knew that they had no choice now. Under Ironhide's orders, this small group of Elven Warriors followed the Green Skins' footsteps and charged towards Eichahn's location.
Ironhide and its tough boys were still far away from Eichahn for the time being. They might still have dozens of Chaos troops to deal with along the way. The Eternal Chosen One did not have to worry about the threat from the East for the time being. Eichahn was annoyed to find that it seemed like everyone was trying to stop him.
The Eternal Emperor Cytra had already charged towards them. At this moment, Cytra understood the threat of Eichahn very well. Through Carterp's advice, the great King knew what the Eternal Chosen One wanted to do. Cytra ordered his own War Eagle Army to be the vanguard regardless of the cost or loss, while Khamuri's Funeral Procession and the Royal Chariot Guards personally followed Cytra's charge.
This reckless charge caused Nikohara's army to suffer devastating losses.
When Cytra was about two hundred horses away from Eichahn, less than twenty of the hundred Warhawk Army were left.
When Cytra was about a hundred horses away from Eichahn, the royal chariot guards fell one after another in front of the halberd formation and shield wall of the Chaos Chosen One.
When Cytra was about fifty horses away from Eichahn, the Prince of the Tomb, the great Tomb Kings, and the funeral procession priests personally joined the battle.
Far away, when there were still twenty horses away, Petra's Blessed Blade burst out with the light of the Sun God, burning the souls of the Chaos Warriors. The brooch on Cytra's chest, a powerful blessing from the Nether God Usilian of the Nikohara Gods, helped him avoid all magic attacks.
"The Eternal Chosen One of the False Gods of Darkness! Cytra is here! " The Eternal Emperor's solemn declaration reached Eichahn's ears, "Either submit, or die!"
The Eternal Chosen One raised the Kingslayer impatiently.
A dead man still wants to die again?
I'll satisfy you!
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