The elite troops of the elite inner city had all been transferred to the great city wall and the outer city wall. The inner city was now sparsely populated, and most of the elite nobles were busy enjoying themselves or participating in the recent series of palace changes, so few people noticed Laing and Forgen entering the inner city.
Moreover, Laing and Forgen also had the inner city pass issued by the Tai brothers. This pass could have helped the two original members pass through the great city wall easily, but their weapons would have been confiscated. Now that Laing had teleported in directly, his weapons were still on him. They found a deserted courtyard, looked at the overgrown weeds inside, and sat in the collapsed courtyard, waiting for the arrival of Witchcraft Night.
"This trip to Ossouin is really unpleasant." Forgen enjoyed the fresh saltiness in the air that he had never smelled before. The inner city was the best place in Lothar. He looked at the great whirlpool in the distance. "Can you imagine? Laing, this group of high elves can actually invent the great whirlpool to deal with Chaos, and those Eldar noobs can only turn their home into the Eye of Fear. "
"If we fail, this planet will become a second Eye of Fear." Laing stood up and observed the great whirlpool that was constantly surging. "And I think I have to correct your statement. The great whirlpool is not an invention of the high elves. It is an instrument and magic circuit left behind by the ancient sages that the high elves used in desperation."
"Something like a network?" Forgen's interest was piqued.
"Something like that." Laing raised his head. "The power of the ancient spells is weakening. Those ancient mage souls are already feeling tired. Something seems to have happened. Far away in the magic network, something has begun to disintegrate. The world has begun a new round of transformation. In recent centuries, the flow of dark power has become stronger and stronger. In the realm of Chaos that surpasses the real world, something must have happened, and the power of Chaos will once again descend upon this world. "
"Lord Kroc mentioned to me that no matter how hard the eldest sons of the ancient sages work, the failure of the great guardian is inevitable. It is too late for father to revive it, too late. It only has time to make a little preparation, and the end is coming." Fu Gen nodded. "Ancient Sages' network has long since been damaged and is slowly disintegrating. No one knows how to repair it."
"Just wait. When the Witchcraft Night arrives, the power of the Great Maelstrom will gradually weaken, and the Chaos Demons will appear." Laing said in a low voice, "When the time comes, the army will be transferred away. We need to wait for an opportunity. There are one or two thousand Phoenix Guards on Fire Island, and the captain of the Phoenix Guards, Ka Zhuoin, who is appointed by Asoyan as the Phoenix Guard, will decide whether or not to reinforce Ossouin."
"We have to wait for the Phoenix Guardians … Alright, we have to wait for the pointy-eared guardians who believe in Asuryan to attack, and then take the opportunity to sneak into the Phoenix Pyramid on Flaming Island?" Fulgen immediately understood what Laing meant. "Wait for the demons of Chaos to descend en masse?"
"No, it's not enough. The Chaos Demons can't break through Lothar's defenses." Laing then laughed. "We have to work together. Lilith will help us create a fog near Flaming Island, and Olica has already contacted the dark elf spies in Lothar. When the time comes, they will cause trouble here. That way, the Phoenix Guardians will attack."
"Do you really trust the dark elf maid?" Fu Gen asked with interest. "I always feel that she has a dangerous power."
"Didn't you also get a wood elf maid?" Laing complained.
"That's because I want to understand the body structure of the elves and the history of the elves in this world." Fu Gen shrugged. The king's son geno prototype casually said, "She is an idiot. She is a very simple woman. With a bit of skill, she told me everything. She told me about the early elf gods' revival, the fight between Cain and Kunos over Yisha's heaven, and the secrets of the hunting god's wild hunt. She also told me many secrets of the wood elves and their ancient history. She told me everything. The only thing she wanted was to be loved and cared for. She only wanted to be with her at night. I even knew the secret of her God Blood-Pulse."
"Do you need me to tell you?" Fu Gen picked up the wine.
Laing was silent. He suddenly realized that he did not know Fu Gen very well.
Behind his perfect appearance, his elegant posture, his rich knowledge, and his powerful martial arts, there was something else hidden behind his perfect appearance, elegant posture, rich knowledge, and powerful martial arts.
It was some kind of stubbornness, arrogance that was not inferior to Gao Jing's, self-interest, and viciousness.
It was different from Kirriman's kindness, hope, and honesty. It was also different from Angelo's passion, sensibility, and simplicity. Fu Gen made Laing feel very complicated. It was because of this reason that Laing and Fu Gen did not get along so well. Both sides respected each other, but it was not like Angelo, who could be casually ridiculed.
Thinking about it carefully, Fu Gen was also guilty of many crimes during the great rebellion. Perhaps it was because of this reason that even the king did not know what to do with the original geno prototype, who had committed many serious crimes, so he was temporarily placed in this world.
"Anyway, let's wait first."
"Okay, come, have a drink."
… I'm the cutoff for a glass of wine …
Gradually, the sky gradually turned dark.
The storm covered the entire sky. It blew up trees, blew down houses, and set off huge waves in the sea around Ossouin. The huge wind drove away the ruthless black thunderclouds. The barbaric rain poured down as if to drown the world.
The terrifying chaos witchcraft energy was rolling in the sky and spreading. The great vortex was constantly trembling and twisting under the divine power of chaos. The wind of chaos formed distorted devil faces in the sky, and the sky turned into a riot of colors. And in the light and shadow, something began to appear on the land of Ossouin.
In the Kingdom of Iris, waves of disgusting green spread out from the void. Groups of Nurgle spirits happily danced in the air, singing the praises of the love of a loving father.
"Give me some dirty water, and some rotten blood ~"
"Give me some rotten blood, I'll show you ~"
The green plague miasma spread in the already dilapidated and deserted Kingdom of Iris. Many towns, fortresses, and fortresses were now empty. When the wind of chaos blew across the land, a great demon of Nurgle first appeared from the mortal world.
It had a height of seven meters, and its whole body was like a green rotten balloon. Its festering and oozing body was cumbersome and disgusting. It held a huge sword in its hand, and the sword had several large holes corroded by the plague of Nurgle. However, this did not affect its power. On the contrary, the powerful plague made it even more terrifying. Its fat face with three jaws was full of festering and strange fangs. Its stomach was broken, and its oily intestines were exposed. It shrugged in pain, and then let its body relax. "Give me more eyes, more spleen, more despair, more pain, more sorrow. Praise the love of Nurgle, praise the gift of a loving father!"
The eighth great demon of Nurgle, Lympus, led its plague army and appeared!
The land rotted, the houses melted, and the dying forest and grassland told of the pain of the appearance of the demons of chaos. The band of Nurgle played a sad and playful tune in this playful war, and a scene full of corruption appeared in the fog.
A group of Nurgle spirits who were laughing foolishly while partying and having diarrhea were the first to rush out of the fog. They hurriedly rolled over each other in search of fresh flesh and blood. Amidst the sound of flutes and bells, lazy figures buzzed over their heads, followed by giant horned beasts. Swarms of large flies buzzed around the group of monsters. Not long after, a stench wafted over.
The person in charge of guarding Tar-Iris was a distant relative appointed by Azarion the Grim. His name was Allen, and he was the chief guard of Tar-Iris.
The city had not been able to restore its former glory for many years. Now, although the walls of Tar-Iris were still standing, after Azarion took away the main force, the remaining militia could not even fill the walls. The only hope of the defenders was to hold on long enough until Lothar's reinforcements arrived. Although it was not easy, this was already Allen's only hope.
Dozens of Eagle Claw Ballistae were neatly lined up on the walls, filled with sharp bolts that could tear through everything. Hundreds of archers had already pulled their bowstrings.
A dense rain of arrows and bolts flew into the air, directly attacking the enemy of the stench under the dark night sky. The demons were blown into pieces, and the limbs of the Servants of Chaos were pierced by the bolts, torn into pieces by the bolts, and then turned into black sludge as they flew down. The green mucus and rotten fog shrouded the entire city.
Assur would never surrender!
The elves displayed their art of war to their heart's content, as if the ancient blood had been awakened.
The Nurgle demons advanced quickly, and those disgusting demons, rotten riders, and Warriors of Chaos appeared in groups. The sky turned yellowish-green, and the entire night sky was shrouded in a rotten green miasma.
Lymphus led the horde of fearsome Nurgle Chosen Warriors through the path filled with mud, pus, and torrential rain. The Great Demon of Nurgle laughed maniacally and ordered the army to continue forward. Just like that, they braved the rain of arrows and bolts from the elves. Many Nurgle Demons and Chaos Warriors were pierced by the eagle claws and bolts, but they would not stop. The elven archers soon realized that the huge Festering Winged Bees carrying Nurgle Demons were charging toward the archers on the city walls. The bodies of the archers who were struck were instantly split in half. And even if they did not hit, the rotten pus and yellow-green mist of Nurgle Demons that dripped down were enough to inflict unbearable pain on the elven defenders.
However, the effect was far from what the Nurgle Great Demon had expected. Not only did Lums roar angrily that the bunch of trash below were not doing their job properly, he also noticed that the towering city walls of Tar-Iris and the magical barrier formed by elven mages, guide stones, and magic circles were obstructing the Gift of the Loving Father. Lums could not help but grab a maggot thicker than a human finger from his neck and stuff it into his mouth. He ordered the Nurgle Legion to continue attacking while observing the defenses of the entire city.
Tar-Iris was built on a mountain and looked out at the sea. It had a natural inner harbor, and the city was very sturdy.
As expected, the hundreds of demons that rushed up were defeated the moment they reached the city walls. They did not even have the time to scale the walls as the Nurgle demons were constantly pierced by the defenders' spears, and arrows rained down. There were still a small number of cavalry on the wide city walls, and they directly faced the horde of bees that harassed the defenders. The Festering Winged Bees, which were originally numerous, suffered great losses, and were forced to withdraw from the battlefield after losing more than half of their numbers.
"No, this won't do. We must let the defenders take the initiative to fight." Lums waved his hand angrily. He did not want to use the Gift of the Loving Father, but it seemed that he had to use it now.
Lums let the Nurgle Warriors cut some wood from nearby and built a huge pile of firewood. Then he took out a clay pot filled with plague, and stored the thick soup that Nurgle had meticulously brewed.
"Three meals a day, no worries. Today, I'll eat the Loving Father's secret, little hamburger ~"
"It's both affordable and filling ~"
"Nurgle Spirit!" Lums stuffed a handful of Nurgle Spirit into the small clay pot.
"Poison Vine Moss!" Patches of yellowish-green poisonous moss grew from the ground.
"Festering Honey!" Sticky, stinky honey produced by the festering bees.
"Everyone calls me the Gourmet!"
"Now, let me …" Lums let out a crazy laugh.
Until a shining moon arrow streaked across the entire battlefield in the distance. A white light pierced through a dozen Nurgle demons and hit the clay pot in Lums' hand. The clay pot filled with filth instantly exploded into pieces and was sent into the void.
"Get out, demon, get out of the sacred Ossouin. Take your filth and get out."
The moon shone brightly as a legendary hero appeared amidst the storm and the shadows. Behind him, a large row of shadow warriors with their faces wrapped in veils appeared. This hero had a tall stature and an extraordinarily handsome appearance. However, he appeared extremely gloomy. His eyes were like two bright gems. However, the expression on his face was only left with a bone-deep hatred and disgust. He put away the large bow that was radiating with the brilliance of the moon and pulled out his runic sword. "I recognize you. You've failed here once. Now, I'll make you fail for the second time."
"Your soul will become the most beautiful flower in the garden!" Lums was furious. He pulled out the sword on the ground and began a new battle.
In this witchcraft night, the demon army appeared in many kingdoms throughout Ossouin, and the only thing the high elves could do was to fight endlessly.
At the same time, as the capital of the high elves, Lothar, did not suffer a strong attack. Only a few scattered demons appeared and were quickly expelled.
Now, the Old Guard and Mu Xilon's Coldstream Guards were commanded by Suria. This elite human army was not arranged into the battle order by the high elves, but was prepared as a reserve force. At present, according to the news, the Chaos Demon Army appeared on the east coast of the Kingdom of Etain, the Kingdom of Safray, and the Kingdom of Erion.
In Lothar, the army was urgently mobilized, and the Old Guard also received special permission to be stationed in the Belmond Hotel, waiting for news, although many people did not know where the Knight King went.
In the inner city, the army was mobilized more frequently, and Laing and Fulgen saw an opportunity. They managed to get a small boat from the dock in the inner city and then went to the Flame Island.
Carrying the hope of the resurrection of St. Giles, it was drowned in the fog created by Lilith.
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