Chapter 1130, The Pot Throwing Conference

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In the battle of Nagashza, he was defeated in the end.

After the high-elf and dwarf coalition forces had rescued the little queen, Manfred caught the slack and relaxation at the moment before the two sides were about to meet, and took advantage of the zombie dragon's ability to fly and surprise attacks, and was not afraid of injury, and instantly regained He picked up the little queen, then took off, and brought the little queen back to Nagashza.

Tyrion could only watch his daughter being taken away by the undead in extreme anger, but now all the high-level heroes are injured, and more than half of the army has been lost. As mentioned earlier, the war lord is proud, But not stupid, at this time Tyrion knew that it was absolutely impossible to turn back to Nagashza and take Alisara back.

The enemy is too powerful, in addition to the three holy titans, the countless army of undead skeletons and the magic of Arkhan, the Lich King, and the magic of Manfred von Carstein, the last vampire count, are also very powerful. Powerful, normally speaking, the entire old world may not be able to find an opponent who can compete with the combination of Teclis + Belannar in magic.

Except for Akhan, the 4,000-year-old Lich King is not inferior to Teclis in magic, plus the addition of the nine volumes of Nagash and seven volumes in Akhan's hands, plus Naga Shiza's terrain bonus, the magic advantage of the high elves is invalid.

"Retreat! Retreat!" Tyrion bitterly gave the order to retreat, and the war lord cut off the back himself again. Unexpectedly, the undead did not continue to pursue, perhaps because Akhan and Manfred's power was also used. It was almost the same, or maybe the goal of the undead was to catch the little queen. In short, the undead gradually retreated in the direction of Nagashza.

Similarly, the dwarves also retreated calmly, and the undead were unwilling to fight these stubborn dwarves. When Manfred and Akhan went to snipe the high elves at the same time, the vampire baron who was in charge of fighting the Eternal Peak army on the front line, Mann Fred's trusted subordinate, Hal Harris von Carstein, also ordered a retreat.

Bitter and rusty in their mouths, the heroes of the high elves refused to join the dwarves and quickly withdrew from the Roof of the World mountains.

"These dwarves, these dwarves, even if they came a minute earlier, Alisara would not be snatched away by that disgusting undead!"

"Trash! We asked them to drag the main force of the undead, and they dragged a chicken neck?"

"This time we failed to save our little Queen, the dwarf should bear the main responsibility!"

"It's all these dwarves, we gave him a chance, we gave him a chance!"

"Getting them involved in rescuing Alisara,

It is Asur's mercy! "

"We started messing with these shorties today!"

Whose fault was it that the rescue failed? It must be the dwarf's fault!

The remnants of the high elves spit out words full of resentment and curses. Ticlis, who was lying on the Tyranok chariot, shook his head and opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.

"Enough!" Tyrion's Yangyan sword was burning with flames, and the war lord unexpectedly retorted: "The dwarf has come, what else do you want? Are we here to save Alisara, or the dwarf?" Come to rescue Alisara? We didn’t even protect the rescued Alisara? Who is to blame? Do you still blame the dwarves?”

Everyone was silent for a while.

"It's all my fault, Great Lord of War." Adjutant Bellarion covered his shoulder pierced by the blade of blasphemy, kneeling in front of Tyrion with tears in his eyes: "I failed to protect Your Highness, Please punish the great lord!"

"This matter is not only your responsibility, but all of us are responsible." Tyrion's hand holding the Yangyan sword was shaking endlessly, and the teeth of the war lord were gritted: "mainly The person responsible lies with me, and at the moment of the successful retreat, all of us let down our vigilance, and only then did Manfred, that dirty bitch, find a chance."

"Everyone." After finishing speaking, Tyrion sighed, and the war lord shook his head: "Retreat, save Alisara, we must find another way, it is really not safe here, and everyone is injured. Retreat to the empire first, and then think of other ways."

"But..." Elsa Leon finally spoke, and everyone noticed that Elsa Leon was only slightly injured, and he still had the power to fight.

"The rescue plan has failed!" Tyrion yelled sharply, and the voice of the war lord gradually became low. He seemed to be convincing himself: "At least today, we have failed. Too many Asur have lost their lives."

"Send an envoy to the dwarves, let's retreat!"

The high elves withdrew, and on the other side, the army of Eternal Peak was also on the way to retreat.

High King Thorgrim-The Grudger sits on the throne of power. The dwarves fought this battle fairly easily, only dozens of dwarf warriors were killed or killed. Thorgrim knew that the undead didn't take him seriously, and the High King knew it too. The high elves' attempt to rescue the little queen comes to naught.

When the High King was thinking about the command before and after the entire battle and the changes in the situation, what was done right, what was not satisfactory, and what needs to be improved, the dwarf of the banner officer suddenly shouted at Thorgreen: " Here comes my High King, the sharp-eared messenger."

"Sharp Ear..." Thorgrim frowned, and the High King waved his hand: "Let him come over, let me listen, what news is Sharp Ear have to tell us."

The Eternal Guards heard Thorgrim's order and quickly moved out of the way. The emissary of the high elves was wounded, but he still held his head up. Did not go back.

Thorgrim took the silk and tore off the wax seal. He was stunned for a moment when he saw the words written in the lingua franca on it, and then began to read it seriously. Everyone noticed that the High King's face quickly became gloomy. Thorgrim said: A dwarf's national curse spewed out: "Grone's beard is on the top, I'll fuck you, you **** bastard, these **** pointy ears!"

"Your Majesty?" Graham Brockson, chief engineer of Eternal Peak, asked.

"The pointed ears indicate that this rescue has failed." Thorgrim smashed the high-quality silk and satin to the ground, and the High King's beard trembled wildly with anger, and even the gold ring and beard ornaments on it couldn't stop shaking. Shaking endlessly: "Sharp ears...sharp ears said, this matter is not over yet, the dwarves have not fulfilled their obligations, and the army of Eternal Peak will still join them when they are rescued next time!"

"What?!" Like a spark falling on a dry pyre, the dwarves exploded instantly.

"We fought to the death and lost a lot of brothers because of the pointy ear, and the pointy ear thinks it's our problem?"

"Grimnir's axe, see if I don't split those pointy-eared heads!"

"Waraja's beer is intolerable."

"Bastards! The dwarves will never forget the humiliation of our pointed ears!"

The dwarf army was excited and roared non-stop.

"Your Majesty, I think we should record this matter in the Book of Great Grudges." Thorgreen's grievance recorder suggested bitterly.

"Enough!" The High King roared angrily, telling everyone to be quiet. Thorgrim clenched his fists and hammered his throne of power hard, as if he was trying his best to endure the anger: "This matter was caused by the dwarves, we did We must do our duty, because it is not wise to record hatred in this kind of matter, entangled in trivial hatred will only lead to the destruction of the dwarves, and the dwarves are no longer capable of a revenge battle with sharp ears, we have to distinguish who It is our main enemy, the greenskins, the chaos, not the high spirits!"

All the dwarves couldn't be more angry, but they could only admit that the High King was right, and the chief engineer Broxon was very angry: "But... the dwarves just forget it? When did the dwarves become vassals with pointed ears? ? My High King?"

"Dwarves have never become vassals with pointed ears! Brockson!" Thorgreen suppressed his anger and shook his head: "Thousands of years have not taught them the power of gratitude and contracts with stupid pointed ears. better."

"Let them go, let them save their little queen." The High King said in a deep voice: "The dwarves have done their duty, now it's their turn to figure out a way, no dwarf warrior will attract the undead for them Pay attention, no dwarven heavy artillery will help them suppress the enemy and deal with those giant constructs, and no dwarven ranger will guide them in the mountains. The dwarves have completed our task, let them deal with the undead themselves, dwarves , will not come again."

"Now, teacher." Supreme King Thorgreen ordered: "Send a messenger to the Angrund clan, and we will head towards Eight Peaks Mountain. I am going to meet Belgar and Komanic, and first check the leyline network hub and Eight Peaks Mountain. What's the status quo, and at the same time, let's see how his dwarf colossus is repaired and when he can go into battle."

"yes!"

……… I am the dividing line where the dwarves will not come………

"We almost failed." The little queen Alisara was bound in a cold tomb king's coffin and transported back to Nagashzar. The Lich King Akhan said to Manfred: Dian Dian, this time, you have finally shown your value, and I will tell the truth to the master when he is resurrected."

"Cough cough cough ~" Manfred stopped pretending at this time, the last vampire count was spitting out blood, he had many wounds on his body, and his face was extremely grim: "Yes, thanks to the Lich King Good intentions, I appreciate... ahem, yes."

In fact, Manfred was the one who was at a disadvantage in the battle with Elsalyon. He was able to push back Elsalyon entirely because of Nagashza's environment covered by the wind of death, and the extraordinary physique of the vampire. Has the ability to recover, and the special physique that Zombie Dragons are also not afraid of being injured.

"Next, what should we do?" Lich King Akhan looked at the sleeping Alisara in the coffin, his voice seemed hesitant.

Even though Nagashza repelled the attack of the high-elf and dwarf alliance, in fact the loss of the undead army was far greater than that of the opponent.

Up to now, hundreds of places in the entire city of Nagashza are still burning. It is the fire of the blazing sun on the Tyrian Yangyan sword. Every place that is on fire requires the necromancer to use ten times a hundred times Power to fight.

At the same time, Tai Ritian and his elite squad smashed through more than a dozen courtyards and several floors of Nagashza's building structures, which were full of evaporated bones, and the twenty undead legions who stayed behind Nagashza More than half of the loss was lost, and more than a dozen necromancers were beheaded by Tyrion himself, and Gul also fell under Tyrion's sword. It would take Akhan a lot of time to restore.

Worst of all, the ritual altar and scene of the resurrection of Nagash, the lord of the dead, were irreparably and irreparably completely damaged by the Yangyan sword in the hands of Tyrion. The high-elf war lord obviously discovered this The usefulness of the altar, and completely destroyed it with the artifact in his hand.

Akhan reached out and brushed the broken statues and ancient runes on the ceremony altar, and his voice was rarely saddened: "This altar is completely destroyed, we need to change to another place for the ceremony."

"Ahem... Can't it be repaired?" Manfred rolled his eyes, and he had an idea.

"It's completely destroyed, it can't be repaired, and it's impossible to rebuild a new one in a short time." Akhan sighed: "And this place is not good to stay anymore, Gao Jing will come back sooner or later."

"Then it's better to go to Sylvania, I have already formed a large army of undead, and for hundreds of years, our von Carstein family also prepared an altar in Dunkenhof Castle to resurrect the lord of the undead, We can prepare the ceremony there," Manfred suggested.

Akhan hesitated.

It is to go back to his black tower, attract the attention of Settra and the Tomb Kings, and prepare for the largest desert battle in history with the Eternal Emperor.

Or follow Manfred's advice and move to the Imperial Sylvania province to deal with Emperor Karl Franz and his imperial allies?

After weighing the pros and cons, Akhan made a decision.

It's better to deal with the Empire and its mortal army.

Moreover, you can also get a large number of recruits.