"Welcome, Aralus. You and your army will play a vital role in this battle." Laing trotted all the way to Aralus and spoke in fluent Elvish, "You're very … very welcome!"
"You just need to remember that Aisley is always watching every move in the outside world." When Aralus saw Laing appear, his face was filled with pride, "That includes you. No one can escape Aisley's gaze."
The reinforcements of the wood elves were truly timely help. The troops led by Aralus the Brave were known as the "Taras Eagle Guard" in King's Forest. This army was one of the core forces to protect Queen Alaire of the Wood Elves and was completely under the command of Aralus.
"Thank you for the support of the wood elves. I will forever remember your help on behalf of my kingdom and myself." François took the initiative to extend his hand, "Welcome."
"…" Aralus still raised his chin, indifferent to François's goodwill. It was not until two seconds later that the champion of the Queen of the Wood Elves reached out his hand, "This is the continuation of the ancient covenant."
After saying that, Aralus couldn't help but be secretly delighted. He felt that his posture and behavior were very handsome and stylish.
Lilith would definitely like it.
The goddess must be watching me, right? Aralus thought so, and his heart was filled with joy.
What he didn't know was that his beloved goddess was indeed watching this battle, but her attention was not on him.
Aralus had received orders from Laing and Alaire to lead an army to support the Brittany. The Lord of the Forest led an elite army out of the Forest of Azeroth.
The wood elves were not as ignorant of the changes in the old world as the outside world thought. On the contrary, these guys in the forest were deeply aware that if they wanted to continue their absolute isolation, they had to know more about the situation and changes in the outside world.
Aisley had always been using the Brittany. In the eyes of the reclusive wood elves, the Knight King's Kingdom was their barrier to the outside world. If there was an invasion, the Knight King's Kingdom would solve the problem themselves. The forest enjoyed peace. The Brittany and the wood elves had signed a covenant, so the knights would not casually approach the forest.
But what if the Brittany was really in trouble?
At this time, the Wood Elves would send reinforcements to Brittany. In their view, it was imperative to prevent the flames of war from getting close to the forest.
"I didn't expect to see you here." Laing spoke to Aralos in Elvish.
"The Forest Rangers serving you here have sent back news. We know what the goal of Kemmler and his army is. We will not sit by and watch this country become a country of the undead. We will not sit by and watch Kemmler's scheme succeed." Aralos's attitude towards Laing was better. After all, he was Lilith's partner. Since Lilith wanted him to have a good relationship with Laing, Aralos was not stingy with giving Laing a good face.
Although Laing spoke in the standard High Elves language, the Wood Elves did not like the accent of the High Elves. However, it was not easy for Laing to speak the Elven language so fluently. Hence, Laing thought that it would be better for him to lower his standard.
"We are honored to fight side by side with you." Aralos turned around and looked at the knights of the Champion Knights Brotherhood. He held his head high and said, "Once more."
… …
The Wood Elven army joined the left wing led by Laing. A large group of Woodland Guards and Forest Scouts replaced Divine Watchers Laing on the walls of the monastery. Aralos led a group of Woodland Knights and a large number of Eternal Guards to join Laing. A handsome falcon stood on his shoulder and said, "Good evening, Laing. It feels like it was yesterday that we met."
"Good evening, Sir Aralos. I am surprised that you came. It is said that as the Chosen Champion of Queen Aleil, you almost never leave the forest." Laing thought that to the Wood Elves, a year was indeed the same as a day, especially since the Wood Elves had a particularly long lifespan.
"I took the initiative to ask for it." Under the moonlight, the dark army of the undead had appeared on the horizon. Aralos had dark vision and could see the vanguard of the undead army clearly. The humans were not unaware of the arrival of the undead army. The low and shrill sound of the horn in the distance explained everything.
"Took the initiative to ask for it?" The front line had been stabilized, and the battle was imminent. Laing's face was calm. "I don't understand."
"I heard that a very powerful champion of the Chaos of the Undead was resurrected, and in the battle of Blackstone Stronghold, he actually stopped you and Duke François alone. I think he is a good prey." Aralos played with the spear in his hand. "He will be my prey. Lilith will like him."
"You won't have a chance." Laing laughed in his heart. He said something meaningful, but he did not know whether he was referring to Gul or something else.
"Are you questioning my strength?" The arrogant Aralos was immediately angered.
"Because I will get rid of Gul before you. I will use my hammer and sword to get rid of that dead man." Laing clenched the Mjölnir in his hand. "The dead cannot die again. Then … I will destroy him completely."
Beside the two, Belega stood on his runestone and muttered to himself, "Ah, ah, I really hate pointy ears. They especially like to talk in their own language. Damn it, what is Laing talking to that pointy ear? He doesn't want me to know? I'm going to write this down! "
In the distance, the tide of the undead had arrived.
The champion of the Four Gods of Chaos, Gul, held a huge black axe with both hands. The sawtooth of the axe flashed with a cold light. He was like an emissary of destruction, swearing to bring the end of the world to Brittany. On his rotten and shriveled face, the empty eye sockets spat out blue soulfire. The blood-red Baroshi armor gathered the power of the Four Gods of Chaos, Nagash, and Kemmler. The three powers gathered together to form a strange light that protected Gul's body.
Behind the long army, there were three graveyard guard legions and two hundred Undead and Chaos Chosen Warriors. They continued to advance under Gul's lead, followed by a vast number of skeleton warriors.
The undead army led by Kemmler followed closely behind. His army included a large number of stone mound bound spirits, tomb ghouls, and tomb wraiths. Two fearsome beasts flapped their wings in the sky. A bloodthirsty batwolf walked beside Kemmler. The great necromancer himself stood on his black horse carriage.
On Kemmler's left flank, Marcelon, Duke Marcelon, was leading four undead knight legions. All of them were equipped with cavalry spears and heavy armor. Apart from that, a team of Blood Knights was also following Marcelon. This Duke Marcelon remained silent throughout.
In the four Undead knight legions, many of the Undead knights were still wearing their armor and weapons. The coat of arms of the Attawa family, the "Red Wild Boar" family, revealed their identities. They were knights of the Brittany Attawa Duchy, but after the "Dole Tower" incident, they either died in battle or were transformed into Vampires. The former Duke of Attawa was among them. Marcelon felt that it was a pity that Zilfoy's soul had gone to the Kingdom of the Lake Nymph. This resulted in the resurrected Duke of Attawa being a soulless puppet who relied on his instincts to fight. Otherwise, the black Grail Knight's team could have had a new member.
On the right wing of the undead army, there were large numbers of bandits, unemployed Orcs, and half-dead Trolls from the Gray Mountains. There were also many mutated creatures who were corrupted by Chaos. When Kemmler offered a large sum of money to hire them, many of them were willing to join his team. The great necromancer also used up his last copper coin to satisfy them.
He was unscrupulous. His Skull Staff was broken by François during the battle, so Kemmler used the Chaos Gravedigger Sword without any scruples. His behavior and his blatant recruitment of the Chaos Cultists made Marcelon Bard realize something. He refused to stay with Kemmler and chose to lead the left wing of the undead knights. He was prepared to let the defenders of the monastery experience his wrath and revenge.
On the other hand, on the Brittany side, François led his army to the foot of the monastery. The serfs were praying loudly in the dark, praying for the blessings of the Gods. Many of the serfs were so frightened that their legs turned to jelly. Seeing such a terrifying scene, some of the serfs even wet their pants. They could only pray and hope that the Human Gods they believed in would lend them a helping hand.
The victory at the Battle of Blackstone Stronghold had boosted the morale of the serfs. Most of the serfs were afraid, but at least they did not intend to flee immediately. After that battle, the Army of the Ancient Necropolis was also weakened. The sharply reduced number of troops made the undead have an indescribable advantage in terms of numbers against the allied forces of the Humans and Dwarves.
This gave many of the serfs confidence. François happened to be learning from Laing's reforms. The Duke announced loudly that if a serf made a great contribution in this battle, he would consider making that serf a knight. This was the greatest honor that a serf could receive under non-special circumstances. Although it was just a consideration, it was enough to make the serfs go crazy.
A large group of knights on the right wing rubbed their hands. They could not wait to fight the undead army. Under the leadership of Anthelm, Kalad, Jerrold and the other champions of Quinalese, they all felt great glory.
François began his speech before the battle.
"Knights of Brittany, soldiers, my compatriots, dwarven friends from the mountains, wood elven allies from the forest!"
"Today, we stand together, ready to fight Kemmler and his Army of the Ancient Necropolis. This battle will determine whether we can break free from the shadow that the necromancer has cast on us for decades. It will determine whether we can protect the land that the Goddess has given us. If we fail here, the whole kingdom will be drowned by the undead tide!"
"We can't just sit by and watch this happen. This land was given to us by the Goddess. This land belongs only to us. The people of Brittania went through a lot of hardships a thousand years ago to set down their roots here. We have thrived here, and we have developed and strengthened until today."
"Now, for the people that we will always love and protect in our hearts!"
"For our most loyal faith in the Goddess of the Lake!"
"For the most glorious and sacred Brittany in the world!"
"Draw your swords, raise your spears."
"Warriors! We will completely destroy Kemmler and his ambitions! For the Lady! For Winford! For the Brittany! Fight! "
"For the Lady! For the Brittany! "
Amidst the roars and howls of the army, the tide of undead approached.
"Kekeke ~" Gul, who was standing at the front of the undead army, raised his black greataxe. Under his command, the undead stopped just outside the range of the dwarven cannons. The undead gathered together, and under Gul's command, they roared into the sky and spewed out large amounts of green soulfire.
"Huff ~ Huff ~ Huff ~" Gul waved his greataxe, opened his mouth, and pointed forward.
Thus, all of the undead roared and ran towards the monastery with large strides.
The battle had begun.
The cannons of the dwarves and the trebuchets of Brittania were the first to open the curtains of the battle. The cannoneers greeted the vanguard of the undead with a barrage of cannon fire and huge rocks that smashed the graveyard guards and skeletal warriors into pieces. Under the moonlight, the frontline of the undead was filled with pieces of broken bones and body parts that were scattered all over the sky.
The undead army suffered heavy losses, but these undead creatures did not have much morale. They continued to run.
"Fire!"
"Fire!"
As the undead army approached the army, the archers, crossbowmen, dwarven musketeers, and wood elves began to fire arrows. The rain of arrows swept through the undead army. At this time, the undead army's disadvantage of lacking long-range weapons was apparent. Other than the bandits from the Grey Mountains who were equipped with bows and crossbows, the rest of the undead army could only passively take a beating.
"Return fire!" The bandit mercenaries were a group of vicious people. They would sell their swords to anyone, be it undead or Chaos, as long as they had money. Under Kemmler's urging, the bandits used their long-range weapons to launch a counterattack. A wave of crossbow bolts swept towards the middle army. Many of the serfs did not have time to raise their shields and were tragically hit by the bolts.
The middle army showed no signs of wavering. François had long noticed the weakness of the serfs' morale. Therefore, the army at the forefront of the middle army was the famous Vanford Fugitive Regiment. The infantry in this regiment were all veteran soldiers. They held their heads high and their perseverance stimulated the fighting spirit of the whole army. The serf archers used ignited fire arrows and pox arrows to launch a counterattack against the bandits.
The bandits were soon hit by the serf archers' chaotic rain of arrows. The serf archers were only average in terms of accuracy and power, but due to the large number of them, the bandits still lost hundreds of men after one or two waves of arrows. Many of them tried to retreat, but found the undead army behind them. Kemmler's meaning was clear. Either fight and win in exchange for rewards, or die.
The bandits could only brace themselves and continue shooting.
After paying a heavy price, the undead army gradually approached the left wing and the middle army. The Scourge's killing frenzy crashed into the front line of the infantry. Laing watched as his halberd soldiers and the wood elves' Eternal Guardians fought side by side. The skeleton warriors and the graveyard guards brutally rammed into them, forcing the halberd soldiers and the Eternal Guardians to retreat. The undead did not utter a word. The soldiers, on the other hand, were constantly cursing and dashing forward bravely in an attempt to resist the undead's attack.
"So, it's begun." Laing clenched his war hammer tightly. Psionic energy converged in his eyes.
"Yes, it's begun. I can't wait any longer." Bellegar Ironhammer knocked on his shield with Angrund's Hammer and yelled, "Heavens, brother Laing, where did you choose to stand? I can't see the front! What's the situation? "
Even though Bellegar was standing on the runestone, he was only 1.6 meters tall. He could only see a little of the situation even when he stood on his tiptoes. He only knew that the frontline had begun to engage the undead in close combat.
"It's almost time for us to show off our skills," Laing said with a smile.
"Hehehe, I like that answer." Bellegar clenched Angrund's Hammer and laughed.
"Come on!"
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