The first to be attacked was the left wing led by Laing. The Halberd Soldiers and Eternal Guards at the front started fighting with the Skeleton Army. Then, a large group of desperadoes, Orcs, and Trolls charged madly at the left wing.
The soldiers formed a group of sixteen and pointed their sharp spears at the enemy. They formed a tight formation and used their flesh to resist the attack of the Undead.
The skeleton warriors were easily cut down, but the graveyard guards smashed through the temporary fortifications like a hot knife through butter. The fences that were not too sturdy were easily cut down by the heavy armored warriors. Blood rained down on the battlefield. Human screams and broken limbs flew in the air. The serf infantry from Count Glamorgan's territory was quickly defeated. Many of them were trembling as if they were sick. At the beginning of the battle, they were harvested by the graveyard guards like rice straws.
At one point, the attack of the Barren Graveyard Guards penetrated deep into the left wing of the army. They were like a tide of destruction, slaughtering all the enemies who opposed them. Rusty machetes, halberds, and axes were mercilessly harvesting human lives.
Then, they encountered an obstacle. Rows of Dwarves were hidden behind the Serfs. They raised their Battle Axes and were ready to fight.
They were the Dwarven warriors of the Angrund clan. The most powerful ones were the Dwarven Iron Warriors of the North Star Axe Gang, the Dwarven Hammer Warriors of the Steel Brotherhood, and the long-bearded Dwarven veterans of the Loen King's Will. Under their command, the Dwarves threw their grenades and detonators at the Undead scum.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! The attack of the graveyard guards was stopped. The dwarven warriors joined the battle in large numbers and stabilized the situation. The long-bearded dwarves cursed the filth of the undead as they chanted Grimnir's name, swearing that they would fight to the end.
"Hey! Undead scum! Bring it on! The undisputed King of Eight Peaks Mountain, Belegar Ironhammer, is here! May the ancestors bless us! " Belegar had arrived at the front line. The Dwarf King raised his Ironhammer, and the Rune Stone beneath his feet shone brightly. The ancestral spirits of the Angrund clan responded to Belegar's call. All the Dwarven warriors received unparalleled encouragement as they joined the battle.
On the other side, the Eternal Guards and Halberd Soldiers had gathered together. These Eternal Guards held huge shields in their hands, blocking the Undead's charge. They were well-trained. As one of the personal guards of the Wood Elf Queen, Aleil, they swore to never retreat no matter what. Aralos also joined the battle. The world-famous Wood Elf hero took down a Barren Grave Guard with each arrow. He and his army would fight to protect the forest.
The tragic battlefield turned into a sea of blood and corpses.
On the flank, in the wilderness outside the monastery, the Ugor archers from Kislöw galloped across the wilderness. Many Undead Knights and Chaos Mutants were chasing after them. The Ugor archers kept using the equestrian archery skills they had been practicing since birth. They attracted the attention of many Undead troops and mercenaries. The archers from the wilderness turned around under the command of their captain, Ivan the Terrible. "Counterattack!"
A rain of arrows reaped the Undead closest to them, but it also attracted the attention of the enemy. A terrifying ray of light came from afar, and in an instant, more than 20 Ugor archers were drowned in it. When the explosion ended, only a pile of bones was left.
Then, two more rays of light came from Kemmler's direction, forcing the leader of the Ugor archers, Ivan, to shout, "Disperse!"
The Ugor archers quickly scattered, away from the battlefield, and regrouped.
The defeat of the archers greatly reduced the pressure on the flanks of the Undead. Jull stood on a rock and raised his battle axe. "Continue the attack!"
The sea of undead continued to attack. The tall trolls rushed into the ranks of the Eternal Guardians. The maces in their hands could kill an elf in one blow. The sky was filled with a rain of arrows. The dwarven rangers kept shooting arrows, and the trolls soon fell with a wail. The sergeants from Bastogne led the longbowmen to attack the rear undead army in the distance, trying to stop them from joining the battle.
It was useless. The Undead did not feel pain at all. They let out terrifying howls, declaring that the dead would eventually rule the world. The brave soldiers responded by cursing loudly.
"Closer … Closer … Okay, it's done!" The chief engineer of the Angrand clan, Harhav, had already determined the best shooting distance with the help of the dwarven engineers. "Fire!"
The sound of beans exploding rang out from the high walls of the monastery. The dwarven thunderous musketeers fired at the bandits, orcs, chaotic mutants, and many other creatures at the front, turning them into sieves. A row of cannons and accordion cannons on the walls fired continuously. The whistling sound of cannonballs streaked across the gloomy night sky, sweeping through the dense areas of the Undead Army. The power of the gunpowder and the explosion blew Kemmler's proud army into the sky. Every crater was filled with Undead that had been blown into pieces.
God bless the catapults threw out boulders blessed by the prophet of the Lake God. The Divine Lady of the Lake, Esmer Beaumont, chanted the Awakening of the Earth Spirit. Thick forest arms stretched out from the ground, tearing the weak Undead into pieces. The powerful regeneration spell healed the injuries of the human soldiers, although it was just a drop in the bucket.
Both sides noticed the power of the cannons. Kemmler's voice was hoarse. "Akasha Ghosts! My Fright Beasts! Go get rid of those cannons! Destroy them! "
Two Fright Beasts and a group of Bloodthirsty Akasha Ghosts responded. They flapped their wings, intending to attack the walls of the monastery from the air and destroy the cannons.
"Brothers of the Swift Spear! The Lady needs your spears and swords! " Pierre, the Holy Grail Knight in charge of guarding the monastery, sat on a pegasus. Behind him were eighty other pegasus knights. "Tell me, what will you do?"
"For the Lady! Protect the land the Lady has bestowed upon us! " Under the command of 'Ghoul Slayer' Fastrick, the Swift Sky Spear Legion responded loudly. The Pegasus Knights took off from the city walls and engaged the air force of the undead. In the first round of clashes, five Sky Ghouls and three Pegasus Knights fell from the sky.
There was no mercy. There was no mercy.
The aerial battle continued. On the right flank of the defending army, the four undead knight legions led by Matthew Bard and a team of blood knights had also joined the battle. The undead warhorses and nightmare warhorses spat out sulphuric flames, and the fierce battle was chaotic everywhere. Many undead soldiers blocked the path of Matthew Bard and the undead knights. Duke Musillon's order was to crush anything that obstructed the knights' charge into smithereens.
A rain of arrows and cannonballs flew from the side, blasting the Undead Knights led by Matthew Bard into pieces. The Undead Knights, who lacked long-range troops, had no choice but to face the suppression of firepower before the battle. The cavalry formation formed by the Undead Knights slowed down, but Matthew Bard did not have the slightest intention of stopping. He raised the black flag of a golden snake, ready to launch his own revenge.
The cold-faced Count Anthelme also raised his lance. The knights of Vanford were tightly united, ready to fight the Undead Knight Legions.
The collision of steel began.
In the middle of the army, the first line of defense of the middle army led by François had already collapsed. Only the veterans of the Vanford Fugitives were left holding on. François keenly realized that he needed a second line of defense. The Duke sent out orders one after another. The elite knights of Duke Vanford led their squires from the back. The knights and squires in shining armor held greatswords in their hands and advanced in the tide of Undead Knights while shouting the name of the Lady. The Tomb Guards, Tomb Ghouls, and Tomb Ghouls who rushed into the middle of the army immediately found themselves facing more powerful enemies than they had imagined. The Divine Watchers of La Messennel waved their swords and wooden shields blessed by the Prophet of the Lake and charged into the battlefield. They did not retreat and fought a bloody battle with the Undead in their fanaticism.
The second line of defense was temporarily stabilized.
Kemmler's answer was also very simple. The necromancer drove his black carriage and the Undead Chosen Warriors under his command into the battlefield. Kemmler raised the Chaos Gravedigger Sword in his hand and chanted a spell, "Curse of Time!"
The hundred or so serf soldiers and knights who were shrouded in the spell had their hair quickly turned white. Their skin dried up and their bodies withered. They finished their lives in a minute and turned into a pile of dried corpses. With the addition of this team of Undead Chosen Warriors, the situation of the battle was reversed again. It was now in Kemmler's favor.
The battle gradually escalated. La Messenelle Abbey, the ancient high elven ruins, witnessed this bloody battle. Under Kemmler's attack, the allied army of humans, dwarves, and wood elves that guarded the abbey gradually deformed and were forced to retreat. Even with the support of long-range firepower, the defenders tried to launch counterattacks to salvage the situation, but the more they fought, the more undead there were. Seeing that the battle was gradually gaining their favor, Gul, who was standing on a huge rock, raised his black greataxe with one hand, wantonly venting his desire and satisfaction for blood and skulls. Under his command, a new round of destruction and slaughter was about to arrive.
Then, the champion of the Four Gods of Chaos would personally join the battle.
The battle was fought from the ground to the sky. The situation on the left flank was that the barren graveyard guards and evil spirits were still entangled with the dwarves. The wood elves' Eternal Guards and halberds were about to lose. Gul was furious because his army was rapidly decreasing.
What were those bandits, robbers, and Orcs doing? Ju Er looked behind his army formation, and the scene in front of him made this dead man furious.
The bandits and robbers were already scared out of their wits by this battle. The Orc tribe had already eaten their fill from the corpses of the human army. While no one was paying attention, these motley crew had already left the battlefield. They didn't want to be punished by the despicable and untrustworthy Kemmler.
In the middle of the battle line, a ten-meter tall and a few meters wide flaming skull swept across the Undead army. Everything in its path was vaporized. The Undead's front line was torn into a mess by the flaming skull. The attacks were no longer continuous, so the defenders had precious time to reorganize their formation. Just as Gul was about to order his army to reorganize, a terrifying sense of danger enveloped him. He didn't hesitate to jump off the huge rock.
"Meteorite!" Laing's female courtier Veronica's shout was accompanied by the cheers of the soldiers. A storm gathered in the sky, and tens of flaming rocks rained down on the Undead army, reaping the lives of Gul's army. A bloodthirsty bat-wolf behind Gul was hit in the head by a flaming rock. The huge beast howled in agony as its head was melted by the lava and flames. Its headless corpse fell to the side.
The undead army gradually fell into chaos, and the originally tight formation became disorderly.
Right at this moment, a loud horn sounded from the left wing of the army. The red and white coat of arms, a silver sword piercing through a book with a picture of the Holy Grail and a ribbon on the book, was raised high. "Toot … Toot … Toot … Toot …"
"Witness the power of the Chosen One!" Cries of hope rang out from the left flank. The Holy Grail Knight Armand raised the family flag of Laing, and the knights from Count Glamorgan gathered behind Laing. Hundreds of knights were led into the battlefield by Laing himself at the most critical moment!
Laing, who was dressed neatly, rode on a pure-blooded Elven warhorse. He gripped Mjolnir with both hands. The head of the warhammer was burning with silver flames. There was only coldness on his handsome face, and anger lingered in his blue eyes. There was also a faint shadow of psionic light.
"Knights! My brothers! " Cried the count, and his preaching was so powerful and charming that all the knights of his army rallied behind him and fell into ranks.
In the gray and black tide of undead, the figures of the knights were so conspicuous and eye-catching. Under the moonlight and the torches, their armor reflected the light. Surrounded by the cold wind and smoke, their cloaks and robes fluttered loudly.
"In the name of the Lady, in the name of the kingdom, knights, let us prove our courage, our faith, and our glory to everyone. Let us gallop together and fight to protect the land that the Lady has given us!"
"If we fail here, the Undead will sweep the whole kingdom, and darkness will extinguish the flame of hope. But we will not fail! Because I, Laing Macado, will usher in victory and dawn with you! "
"With our courage, break through the darkness!"
"For the Lady! For Brittany! "
"Forward!"
The knights put down their lances and closed their masks. They prayed to the Lady of the Lake one last time, then pulled the reins and shouted, "For the Lady! For Brittany! "
The soldiers made way, and the silver torrent swept through the army of the undead like a storm. Leon was at the forefront, and any enemy in front of him was hammered into meat pies or bone dregs. The lightning-fast assault tore apart all of Gul's efforts to reorganize the army. In the muddy air that was filled with the fury of war, the silver torrent swept through all of the enemies. The skillful lances accurately pierced through the targets, and the sound of the sharp lances piercing into flesh or bone rang out densely, tearing a terrible scar in the tide of undead.
"Psionic Storm!" Laing was at the forefront of everyone, and there was only anger left on his face. The champion of the Lady of the Lake released a large psionic storm, and light blue lightning exploded in the ranks of the Undead, tearing the enemies into pieces. The Mjolnir in his hand first smashed the head of a tomb evil spirit off its neck, and then he circled the Undead in a circle, and the Undead flew into the sky.
Following Laing's charge, the knights shouted loudly, and they tore the Undead into pieces together. The attack was unusually fierce, and the knights would use their pride and martial arts to protect the land of the Goddess.
"That's why I like the knights of this kingdom …" Belega stood on the Oath Stone, and he looked at Laing's unstoppable momentum and laughed, "It's like the Blood Irises that bloomed in the cracks of the stone."
Aralos used his spear to pierce through a tomb guard in front of him. His face was a little pale, and he suddenly realized that his performance was not very good, or at least not good enough.
Queen Aleil's face immediately turned red, and he suddenly realized what a shameful idea he had. Aralos was furious, "I must perform better, or else Lilith will look down on me!"
The momentum of the charge under Laing's lead was almost endless, and the knights did not have to worry about slowing down at all. The swords and spears reaped the Undead, and a reversed massacre was inevitable. The Undead Commander felt a deep sense of joy and excitement, and he let out a silent roar, and the blue Soulfire in his mouth spewed out more than a meter high, and then he ordered the army to make a path for him.
He wanted to deal with Laing personally.
At the same time, Laing also noticed Gul, the champion of the Four Gods of Chaos, who was close to three meters tall, holding a black greataxe with one hand, and issued a silent challenge to him.
He knew what it was.
It was an invitation to a duel between the champions, just like when he faced the Crushing Bear Birig in Mjoden Haven.
"Then, come!"
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