PS: I saw a lot of people complaining today that the protagonist did not have much of a performance and highlight. I want to say that this has to be seen from two sides. The first is that the good fighter has no outstanding achievements. The main responsibility of the protagonist now is to command the army, not to go up and fight alone. The second is that I did not write well enough, and it was not three-dimensional enough. I lost sight of one thing and lost sight of the other. Son of Heaven apologizes here. Thank you for your support!
The battle of the Titan's Gate finally ended with the retreat of the Eight Peaks Mountain's general, Skarnik, and the escape of the headhunter, Quake.
The Evil Moon Clan had 60,000 Green Dwarfs participating in the battle, but less than a third of them successfully retreated into the Titan's Gate with Skarnik. Skarnik's most elite Black Orc army was completely annihilated under Laing's attack, and less than 20% of the Eight Peaks Mountain fanatics survived. More importantly, Skarnik himself was injured by Raymond and the other old guard dragoons with their muskets.
However, this general of the Eight Peaks Mountain was indeed cunning and tenacious. After being shot in the leg, he actually endured the pain and climbed back onto his beloved pet, Ugor. He gathered a small army and launched a counterattack, repelling the pursuit of Ugor's mounted archers. Then, he set up explosives in advance to collapse the giant statue of the dwarf ancestor, but in the end, he still managed to escape.
The Skaven ratmen Moss clan had a total of 55,000 troops participating in the battle. In the end, only slightly more than 10,000 rats managed to escape the battlefield. The elite Skaven Pillaging Squad, Poisoner Squad, Ratling Squad, Plague Catapult Squad, and Rat Troll Squad were all annihilated. Of the three Storm Rat squads, only the Scarlet Hunters personally led by Quake survived. However, more than 60% of the Storm Rat squads were killed. If it wasn't for Quake summoning the Skaven Scourge Lord in the end, the Scarlet Hunters would have died here as well.
There were eight thousand Green Skins from the Dragon Cliff Castle who participated in the battle. The warlord Gelk Tribulation Tooth only showed his face before losing his head. The exact number of casualties was unknown. Gao Cuike and Felix had not returned yet.
The army of knights suffered three thousand casualties. More than two thousand of them were serf soldiers. The Old Guard had just been replenished to eleven hundred men, and there were only nine hundred left when the war ended. The Old Guard also suffered three hundred casualties. Among the one hundred knights who followed Laing to attack the Black Orc army, only the Knight King and another knight survived. He was Leofric Kallar, the champion of the last Knight Tournament after Suria.
The Angrend clan suffered more than four hundred casualties, while the casualties of the Iron Peak army were negligible. Only a few dozen dwarves were injured.
After this battle, the number of knights in the army had dropped from 40,000 to 12,000.
Now, on the messy battlefield, the call of victory spread through the Gate of Titan. The expeditionary army shouted the slogan of victory, raised their arms, and cheered heartily. Many soldiers were eager to show off their strength, looking for enemies who were not completely dead on the battlefield.
Corpses were scattered all over the plain. The ground was full of holes and smoke caused by the cannons. Corpses of Green Skin and Rat Men were everywhere. There were also many corpses of Humans and Dwarves. King Leon held Mjolnir and checked the casualties. Seeing that the serfs had suffered heavy casualties, the king could only sigh. The only thing he could do was to ensure that the pensions were sufficient and to promote the serfs who had made great contributions.
Since ancient times, there had been no war without casualties. Even the knights were at the forefront, let alone the serfs.
"Laing." Just as the king was frowning, an elegant and calm voice came from behind him. Laing naturally knew who it was. He turned around and nodded slightly. "François, you came at the right time."
"What do you mean, right time? I left the army to Jerrold and led the pegasus knights myself. I rushed here by relying on the map given by Gauche and Felix." François put away the unicorn sword. The old man walked behind Laing and reached out his hand to pat him on the shoulder. After hesitating for a moment, he withdrew his hand. "The pegasus knights are too tired. They've all lost weight. They'll need to rest for at least two weeks to slowly recover."
"You've worked hard." Laing turned around and frowned. "It's a pity that Skarnik and Headhunter Quirk escaped. If we don't get rid of those two, our war won't be a success. The war isn't over yet."
"Yes, I almost stopped Headhunter Quirk." François stroked his goatee. "But … what is that?"
"The supreme Scourge Lord of Skaven." Before Laing could answer, Belle appeared. The Eight Peaks Mountain King's body was covered in blood and dirt. The joy of this victory and advancement made Belle feel even more comfortable. The Eight Peaks Mountain King said to Laing, "That was Quirk's trump card. He used it once before. The supreme Scourge Lord is the doppelganger of their rat god. It's incomparably powerful and difficult to face head-on. Its only weakness is that without an extraordinarily large sacrificial ceremony, the supreme Scourge Lord has a very strict time limit in the mortal world. It's very short, only two or three minutes."
Supreme Scourge Lord? Ultraman? Laing ridiculed in his mind.
"No wonder." François seemed to have understood something. The old man nodded repeatedly. "I knew it. That specter could've killed everyone except me, but it disappeared very quickly."
"My brother Angren once beheaded a supreme Scourge Lord like that in Chalon Forest." Laing shook his head with a bitter smile, then his gaze became firm again. "It seems that it's my turn this time."
"We have to get rid of Skaven and Quirk! Otherwise, even if we conquer Eight Peaks Mountain, Belle and his clansmen won't be able to resume production in peace. "Laing then said to Belle," The war to reclaim Eight Peaks Mountain isn't over yet. "
"Yeah." Belle also put away his joy. The Eight Peaks Mountain King slowly nodded. If reclaiming Eight Peaks Mountain was so easy, he wouldn't have failed three times in a row.
Belle had already mentally prepared himself for Skaven and Quirk's tough lives. After all, his own life was also tough. During his three expeditions to Eight Peaks Mountain, Belle had fallen into desperate situations several times. Twice, he was swallowed by Goblas, and twice, he was almost killed by Headhunter Quirk. But in the end, he survived. So, it wasn't strange that Skaven and Quirk had such tough lives. Otherwise, this love triangle of Eight Peaks Mountain wouldn't have lasted for so many decades.
As for why the Scourge Lord of Skaven could appear, it was even simpler. He allowed Belle to summon his ancestor's spirit, but didn't allow Headhunter Quirk to ask for the help of Horned Rats.
"Laing …" François was silent for a while, as if he wanted to say something.
"If you have something to say, my Duke, you are Suria's father. We are family." Laing said softly.
"Count Khuilwu, Holy Grail Knight, Suria's uncle, Anthelm, died in battle." François's voice was filled with grief and reluctance. "First, he fought against a group of Black Orcs. He was hit by a battle axe and was seriously injured. Then, a Night Goblin smashed his head with a hammer. I … I am proud of him."
Did Anthelm die in battle too? Laing was stunned. He didn't know what to feel in his heart. Sadness, bitterness, nostalgia, and a faint anger. Knight King took a deep breath.
"…" Belle lowered his head. He knew that Laing and his brother had sacrificed too much to help him reclaim Eight Peaks Mountain.
At the end of November, Eight Peaks Mountain was bone-chillingly cold. It scraped across the faces of those who weren't strong enough. Belle, Laing, and François looked at each other, speechless.
"He was a good man. I am also proud of him." Laing said slowly, "I will hold a memorial service for him, personally."
"Okay." François sighed, two lines of tears flowing down the Duke's face. "I will always, always be proud of him."
The three of them were still silent. The Dwarf King of Iron Peak Castle, Cazador Dragonhammer, and the Dwarf Rune Master of Iron Peak Castle, Sorek Ironbrow, led the Black Hammer Guards and the Anvil Brotherhood. Sorek Ironbrow looked at the scene of the battlefield and shouted happily, "Oh, Belle!"
"Hey! It's Cazador and Sorek! " Belle calmed down and shook hands with the King of Eight Peaks Mountain, the King of Iron Peak Castle, and the Rune Master. "Oh, brothers, why did you come so late? Hahahaha! "
"It took some time to convince Cazador to send out his troops. Fortunately, we're not too late. I mean, it's just right, just like the flavor of Bargmann beer." A smile appeared on Sorek Ironbrow's serious face.
"Haha, let me introduce you. This is the Knight King, the Lady of the Lake's Chosen One champion, Laing Macado. This is Duke François, and his daughter, Suria, is Laing's queen." Belle gave a simple introduction. "This is Cazador Dragonhammer, the King of Iron Peak Castle. This is Sorek Ironbrow, the Rune Master of Iron Peak. In terms of rune technology, other than Master Clark of Eternity Peak, he has the longest beard in the Mountain Kingdom."
"Hello, King Cazador, Master Sorek." Laing shook hands with the two Dwarven Lords.
"I've heard of your name." The expression on King Cazador's face was extremely serious. His eyes were fixed on Laing, which made François and the squires who came later very dissatisfied.
A minute later, the old king said, "I want to say that what you've done is not bad, but don't be proud. We haven't won this war yet."
"Hahaha! Thank you for your teachings, King Cazador. I'll remember it. "Laing laughed.
"Belega, this battle was very difficult, but it was also very beautiful. However, there were simply too many green-skinned rat bastards." King Cazador ignored Laing and said to Bellegar, "You must have a plan."
"That's right." Belega took two steps forward. "We're going to kill that rat bastard Headhunter Quick."
"But before that, we still have a grudge to settle with pointy ears!"
… I am the dividing line for settling grudges …
Two hours later, at the Creek Outpost, the base camp of the expeditionary army.
Laing had already asked most of the people to leave, leaving only Aralos, Belega, the white dwarf, himself, and Veronica. Even Olica was asked to leave.
The dwarves and the wood elves were having an extremely fierce quarrel. They cursed each other's eighteen generations of ancestors (however, the wood elves only had three or four generations of ancestors). Among them, Belega and the white dwarf's attitude was the most intense. There were several times when the two sides almost started a fight, forcing Laing and Veronica to separate the two sides. Even so, Aralos was still punched in the eye by the white dwarf, Rimbrind, and almost fainted.
Laing tried his best to smooth things over. He even took the initiative to tell the dwarves that he was the one who ordered Aralos to go to the Creek Outpost to deal with Headhunter Quick. This was his order. The battlefield was constantly changing, and he didn't have time to inform the dwarves. He apologized to the dwarves on behalf of everyone.
But Aralos still refused to admit his mistake and apologize. He even insisted that he was right. He didn't do anything wrong, so why should he apologize?
"Damn shorty, you actually hit me, you actually dare to hit me, even Lilith can't beat me!" Aralos was extremely angry at this time. He was blocked by Laing, so he put his hand on Laing's shoulder and shouted, "How many times do I have to say, defend the city! Defend the city!!! Did you hear me? I told you before that you should defend the city, but you didn't listen. You deserved to be hit! We, Aisley, will not use our own lives as stepping stones for you! Shorty, you're all idiots! "
"That's the reason why you ran away at the last minute? Pointy ears, shameless, despicable, disgusting! " The white dwarf held Grimnir's ancestral battle axe. If it weren't for Laing's dwarf friend protecting Aralos, he would have already cut Aralos in half. "You really make me sick! I swear by Granny's beard, if I don't make you guys suffer today, I'm not a white dwarf! "
"We need you to give us an explanation!" Bellegar was still suppressing his anger at this time. He knew that Aralos was the reinforcements invited by Laing, and Laing was their clan's great benefactor and close friend. The counterattack on Eight Peaks Mountain could not be without Laing's help. The king of Eight Peaks Mountain forced himself to endure, and the holy hammer in his hand kept trembling. "Kneel! Apologize to the spirit of Harhav Gold Fisherman! Apologize to the Angran clan! Compensate us double … no, triple our losses, or this matter will not be over! "
"I tell you, I didn't do anything wrong! Aisley would never … "Aralos was still stubborn. Looking at his attitude, Laing's face turned green.
It's over, the alliance is going to have an internal conflict!
At this moment, the room suddenly lit up with a dazzling pure light, illuminating the entire hall. In the bright light, Lilith of the Lake appeared, wearing a dark green reflective slanted dress in the Fairy Trail Wild Forest. The white dwarf snorted coldly. "What is this guy doing here?"
"I'm here for this matter!" The Lake Fairy held the Holy Grail in her hand. Her eyes were full of anger, and her eyebrows were raised high. Her forehead emitted a terrible light, and at the same time, blue veins were popping out. She squeezed the Holy Grail in her hand and made a cracking sound. The Goddess walked in front of the dazed Aralos and said to the wood elf hero, "Laing, let him go. White dwarf, King Bellegar, I want to talk to this person in private."
The white dwarf and Bellegar looked at each other and reluctantly agreed. Veronica breathed a sigh of relief and hurried back to Laing's side.
"Yes." Laing let go of Aralos. At this time, the wood elf hero realized that something was wrong. The Lake Fairy did not look at him kindly. Instead, she gritted her teeth and said, "Come here!"
"Yes … Yes." Aralos followed the Lake Fairy to a room in the side hall. As soon as the door was closed, the wood elf hero immediately complained, "Lilith, this is really not my fault. Facts have proven that I am right! Before I … "
In the next second, the Goddess raised her hand and slapped Aralos directly in the face.
The wood elf hero was sent flying by the slap. He crashed into the rotten furniture and trash in the room and fell into the ruins. He covered his face in disbelief and looked up at his Goddess with a pale face. "Li … Li … Si?"
"Aralos! What have you done! "
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