Chapter 441, The Battle of the Blackstone Stronghold (Part 2)
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The ten-meter-long horror beast with its wings spread out swept over the gray sky, and Raymond's position was covered by shadows. Afterwards, the giant beast swooped into the human army formation, overwhelming the weak resistance of the mortals. Overturned directly.
Raymond, along with dozens of compatriots, was knocked into the air by this giant beast and swept into the sky. In panic and shaking, Raymond fell to the ground, and he felt his internal organs shifted.
The halberd landed not far away, and the young halberd soldier felt like he had landed on the ground like a piece of rag. Fortunately, the wet green grass and muddy ground greatly cushioned the impact of landing, otherwise Raymond Knowing that he might fall to his death on the spot.
Before he woke up from the dizziness of landing, something happened that made the young halberd soldier extremely terrified. After the giant beast landed, he found his existence. A lot of saliva came out.
The dry smell filled Raymond's nostrils. He first squirmed on the ground in horror, and then slowly backed away. His legs were weak, and he supported the ground with his hands, moving backwards desperately among the mud and corpses: "Don't ...don't come here, don't come here!!!"
"Huh~hou~" The Horror Beast lay on the muddy ground of the battlefield. It put its feet on the ground, opened its mouth wide, and rushed towards Raymond step by step.
The giant beast seemed to relish the fear of the soldiers, and above all other fears it loved to feel the fear and awe of mortals, which slowed its attack.
It felt very happy to see human soldiers like Raymond constantly wriggling in the mud.
Um? What is so bright?
The Horror instinctively looked up.
"Soul Flame!" A yell pierced through the entire battlefield.
A scene was reflected in Raymond's blue eyes. The white laser beam penetrated the Horror Beast's body from the side, and a whole piece of flesh and blood was evaporated under the energy of the purification beam. The giant beast wailed and fell over. On one side, two halberd soldiers were crushed to death.
"Flame Storm!" The second spell was then released, and a red flame storm swept across the entire battlefield. The place where the undead army and the human army met was covered in flames, giving the retreating human army a chance to breathe.
"Huh~huh~" Raymond gasped in shock, he felt his heart was beating crazily, and the feeling of the rest of his life made him a little delirious.
Resisting the pain in his body, Raymond managed to get up. He could feel his arm was dislocated. His internal organs were so painful that blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth. He almost wanted to lie on the soft muddy ground Rest with eyes closed.
But he got up, found his halberd, and called the soldiers together again.
On the chaotic battlefield, the remaining more than a hundred halberd soldiers gathered together, and all of them were wounded.
"Forward! For the ladies! For Britannia!"
In Raymond's sight, the counterattack belonging to Britannia began. The steel torrent composed of knights smashed the entire undead army, and Francois, Duke of Wenford, who was wearing a blue-and-white-striped enchanted armor, charged at the forefront. , he sang the sacred slogan, led thousands of troops to detour from the side, and confronted those undead knights head-on.
"For the lady! For Winford!" The unicorn sword in Francois' hand erupted with dazzling glare, and the gorgeous armor of the knights shone with dazzling reflections on the battlefield. All the undead within five meters around him The knight was purified and burned into a ball of ashes on the spot. Afterwards, the Duke's unicorn sword slashed two undead knights in a row, and the sword burning with platinum flames was held high again: "Lady, give me victory!!!"
The undead knights within five meters around him burned into a mass of ashes again.
The Legion of Undead Knights was unable to counter Francois' mighty power.
There were bursts of cheers from the central army. Obviously, the Legion of Undead Knights was not the opponent of the Britannian knights. The golden statue of the leaping Pegasus on the top of François's cross helmet declared his glory sacredly and proudly. Under his leadership, the spear formation tore through the defense line of the entire undead, and the coalition knights from multiple principalities were like sharp knives, piercing deeply into the entire undead army.
The iron hooves of the most powerful knights in the old world are attacking the middle army of the Tomb Legion with majestic majesty. The sanctioned undead creatures were soon trampled and harvested by war horses.
On the right, the dwarf army led by Belegar-Iron Hammer can be described as being able to handle the attack of the Tomb Legion with ease. The dwarves have always been a resolute race. Under the leadership, the dwarves blocked the attack of the undead knights like solid rocks.
The two Grave Guard legions deployed on the right flank were once hoped by Kemmler to defeat the dwarves' defense line, because the necromancer determined that the dwarves' army had no muskets and artillery weapons, only a few teams of rangers.
Crossbow arrows can't break through the iron armor of the barren tomb guards!
But the dwarf taught the necromancer a lesson by his own means.
When the Graveyard Guard gradually approached the strong line of the dwarves, under the loud order of Angrond's sworn guards, all the ironbreaker warriors and dwarf miners took out grenades and detonators from their bodies, and ignited the fuses.
"Zizizi~" The sound of the ignition device igniting the gunpowder fuse sounded almost at the same time in the dwarf army formation.
"That's the brave Grimnir! He killed a dragon by himself~!"
"That's the benevolent Valaya! She cut a cloak all by herself!"
The dwarves sang loudly, and then, the overwhelming grenades and detonators drowned the Tomb Guard Corps. The successive explosions and thick smoke completely defeated the offensive of the undead's right wing.
The bravest one was Belgar himself. Standing on an ancestral rune stone he had taken back from Eight Peaks, he chanted loudly the past glory of the Anglund clan. Under the protection of the ancestor's soul, he almost Transformed into an avatar of vengeance, a Blood Knight was instantly slain by him with the Hammer of Angrond.
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!" The bloodthirsty sky ghosts are fighting. At present, it seems that the knights have the upper hand. They are driving a group of bloodthirsty sky ghosts. The loss of each sky ghost makes the great necromancer feel heartbroken.
The battlefield was heating up, and Kemmler and Matthew Bud watched the battle from the temporary podium.
Matthew Bud was still calm, but Kemler was already a little restless.
On the left wing, the army of knights led by François and the torrent of steel are crushing the coalition cavalry composed of Kemmler and Matthew Bard. Duke Winford is so brave, and the unicorn sword in his hand is even more powerful to the undead. It can cause double damage. Every five seconds, the dazzling light from the unicorn sword will purify all the nearby undead, followed by bursts of cheers and shouts from the knights.
The Chinese army, the undead army, and the serf infantry regiments are in a bloody battle. The serf infantry regiments formed by various principalities have gradually shown signs of being unable to support them. There were also huge casualties.
The rangers shot their bows and arrows endlessly, and the arrows they shot turned into green meteors, precisely killing the Grave Guards who were commanding them. Even the Grave Guards under the protection of solid armor could not resist the arrows Attack, they fell down one after another.
What's worse, the stone tomb spirits that Kemmler regarded as his trump card could not resist the ranger's enchanted arrows. As long as these spirits were rubbed under the shooting of those green hoods, they came from Aesop Loren's emerald green energy will seriously interfere with the stability of the undead in the mortal world, causing huge damage.
"Ula~Ula~" The cavalry archers from Ugol were running around on the battlefield, bending their bows and shooting arrows while running, singing the names of their ancestors,
On the right wing, the dwarves and the undead army are fighting fiercely, and it is temporarily impossible to see who has the possibility of winning the fierce war.
"If you don't have any more hole cards, Kemmler, I suggest that we retreat." Matthew Bud calmly looked at the scene of the battlefield: "There is no point in continuing to fight like this, we shouldn't be in your fortress." It took too much time before."
"What do you mean? You want to run away?!" Kemmler's spell instantly blew up a dozen charging knights on the spot and shattered them into pieces. Immediately afterwards, the wind of death blew over the emperor, and hundreds of serf soldiers died. Dazed.
It was useless. In such a huge battle, Kemler's undead magic could not control the situation of the war. In fact, the knight brigade led by François was gradually approaching their command post.
"My scouts told me that the knightly army led by Lawn Leo Cornwall is approaching Musilon." Matthew Bard said to Kemmler: "I took every sword of Musillon Come to support you in this war, but the current situation is still not optimistic for us, I suggest that we abandon the Blackstone stronghold and retreat to Mu Xilong."
"Abandon the Blackstone stronghold?" Kemmler's eyes widened, and he said arbitrarily: "No, you can retreat, but you must not give up the Blackstone stronghold! My suggestion is that we can temporarily retreat and build a road in the mountains of the Gray Mountains. New defense!"
"Why? The Blackstone stronghold is just your temporary shelter. Musilon has hundreds of years of accumulation of vampires, and that is our real base in this country!" Matthew Bard was puzzled by Kemmler's decision He asked, "Do you think mountainous areas are not conducive to the performance of knights? But there are dwarves in their army!"
"So what? In short, I will never give up the Blackstone stronghold!" Kemmler almost stubbornly rejected Matthew Bard's opinion: "Musillon can give up, but the Blackstone stronghold cannot be given up!"
"Unreasonable!" Matthew Bud's face was livid, and he roared as if venting: "What secret do you have? My master Kemmler? Hiding in the Blackstone stronghold and not wanting others to find out? Mu Xilong has dozens of Can your blackstone stronghold withstand the onslaught of this army?"
Joke, how can I let you know that I have reached a contract with the Chaos Four Gods? Kemmler insisted that he must never retreat to Mousillon, that his secrets should not be exposed.
This is also the reason why he was eager to return to the defense after hearing that Ryan and Francois' coalition forces attacked the Blackstone stronghold.
Arkhan, the Lich King, is the most loyal servant of Nagash, the lord of the dead.
Francois and his white horse and gold cup on a blue background were getting closer and closer to the podium. Kemmler finally made up his mind. He signaled Matthew Bard to go away and began to chant magic.
At this time, a certain change occurred in the entire battlefield.
The storm condensed, the wind of chaos blew on the ground, dark clouds covered the sun, all spirits began to howl, and lightning exploded among the clouds.
Ryan, who was fighting against the sky ghost in the sky, suddenly stopped, and he felt the power of chaos.
"How is this possible?" Ryan muttered to himself, and immediately pulled the rein to signal Imperius to go down.
The Primarch of the Gray Knight suddenly shook his head, the scenery in front of him and the wind of chaos blowing from the subspace told him the answer, the power of chaos appeared in the army of the undead? !
According to the words that many people love to hang on their lips-this is unreasonable!
But Ryan shook his head immediately, throwing the so-called "unreasonable" thoughts out of his mind.
That is chaos! The most unpredictable and unpredictable chaos!
What rationality do you talk about with chaos? !
"Quick! Imperius! Quick!"
A tall undead champion with a height of nearly three meters, wearing a blood-red barosh cursed armor and holding a black sawtooth giant ax led a group of dead chaotic warriors. The air was filled with the smell of blood and mud. With the fire of soul burning in his empty eyes, he came to Kemler: "Master, what are your orders?"
"Get rid of them! Get rid of all this!"
"As you wish, my master."