Chapter 1201, Eltharion's Determination
The Battle of the Red Stone Mound lasted for at least 36 hours in the endless night of Sylvania. With the full cooperation of the wood elves and the dwarves of Butcher Castle, the tens of thousands of Beastmen, despite the Chaos Oracle and the Dark Prophet Malago's commander, but was still inevitably defeated, and countless Beastmen corpses covered the ground of the Red Stone Cenotaph, and one by one Beastmen warbands and warbands were all wiped out here.
The Dark Prophet Malago tried his best to fight back, but in the end he could only lead thousands of remnants into the Black Forest of Ostermark. The Great Beastman Shaman knew that he had messed up the mission of the evil god. Now I can only ask the evil god for forgiveness, and then try to gather the army again.
After the war, Agrim-Ironfist and Alaros sat slumped on the battlefield, the Butcher King and the Wood Elf heroes were so bruised that they could barely stand up, while the dwarves and elves were cheering for victory, they also suffered huge losses. Casualties, this is the most glorious victory against the Beastmen in Kadrin's history. They won the battle against Beastmen ten times their own, and even only a few thousand people fled back to the Black Forest.
But the Butcher King couldn't laugh at all. For every ten dwarves he brought out from Butcher Castle, six died on the battlefield. Two were slightly injured, one was seriously injured, and only one dwarf was still intact. Such a huge price Agrim Iron Fist once again felt the pain of being king.
He should have sought an honorable death as a butcher, yet the duty of kingship still bound him.
Alaros was not feeling well either. More than 400 wood elves were killed in this battle, and more than 300 were injured. For the wood elves' army of only 1,000 people, the casualties were already more than half, and the wood elves Unlike their high elf kin and dark elf cousins, the wood elves have never been known for their morale or tenacity.
To make matters worse, after 36 hours of fighting, the morale of the wood elves' army has fallen into an absolute low, and the people of these forests cannot see a living tree in Sylvania, nor can they see Any traces of sunshine and forest spirits, the curse of the undead and the corruption of vampires have greatly affected the morale of the wood elves, especially after this bitter battle, the wood elves army seemed very sluggish.
"Short, are you still planning to march?" Alaros saw that more than half of the troops he brought out from Athel Loren had suffered casualties. The Wood Elf hero was heartbroken. He gritted his teeth and was not interested in continuing to compete with the Butcher King to eliminate the enemy. Under the dark sky of Sylvania, he skillfully used wood elf medicine and bandages to bandage his wounds, gnashing his teeth in pain, beastmen would smear their feces on weapons, and a bad wound infection is tetanus .
The butcher king felt a little relieved that today, almost all dwarven butchers have sought an honorable death. They have completed his mission. Hearing Alaros' words, Agrim-Iron Fist shook his head: "I am a king, first Since I'm a butcher, Kadrin needs me, and countless skaven and greenskins are raging around my kingdom, and those threats from east of the Roof of the World mountains, I ask Karl Franz I swore I would let no one pass the pass I guarded until Kadrin is destroyed."
"...you are a responsible king, dwarf." Alaros' eyes fell on the seven or eight wounds on the body of the butcher king, and the eyes of the wood elf hero trembled slightly. He said reluctantly: "We are all on top, I just realized that our enemies are the undead, not these Beastmen."
"What about you, elf boy, do you still plan to continue marching?" the Butcher King asked.
"More than half of my army is casualties, and even those soldiers who are not injured are exhausted, and I have to be responsible for them." Alaros spread his hands, and the wood elf hero frowned: "The most troublesome thing is that the curse of this place is too Seriously, some people have already begun to lose their strength, if we continue to march, the only end is death."
"You won't continue to fulfill your promise to save the little queen with your sharp ears?" Butcher Wang laughed.
"That was just a request. We will do our best. Also, we are Eslai, not Asur. We have no obligation to save the little queen." Alaros said a little impatiently. Everything in front of him was really bad. up.
More importantly, his goddess Lilith faintly warned him that if he continued to advance, he and his army would be doomed.
This is actually the main reason why Alaros doesn't want to fight.
"Then, we parted." Butcher King nodded, he was in a bad mood, he had failed his allies.
"We will have a chance to meet again in the future." Alaros also got up, and the wood elf hero signaled his subordinates to take out a few packs of venison jerky: "Take this, dwarf, don't die."
"Are you kidding me, elf boy?" The Butcher King thought for a while, took off a golden ring from his beard, and gave it to Alaros: "This is for you, I can't tell the difference between Esle and Asur, But if you need help later on, take this to Kadrin and you'll get what you want."
The Kadrin army chose to fight, and the wood elves chose to leave Sylvania after suffering heavy losses.
The Beastman army was also defeated. The Five Route Army has already gone to the third.
Manfred's plan was perfectly successful, and the last vampire count next set his sights on the last army.
The combined forces of the High Elves and the Knights Templar.
……… I am the dividing line from five to three………
When the allied forces of the high elves and the Knights Templar came near Tarnhof Castle, as expected, the two agreed reinforcements never came, the dwarves disappeared, and even the wood elves did not arrive on time. Place.
To make matters worse, the high-spirited army and the human army are themselves a forcibly cobbled together coalition. The two sides are very different in terms of strategy, tactics, command style, and marching rhythm. The army is united.
Moreover, Manfred continued to send out small teams, and the vampire count signaled his army to show weakness to the human army, so that the Templars encountered small and fragile troops that would collapse at any touch.
Facing the high elves, the vampire's method is to show strength. Every time the high elves encounter attacks and ambushes, it is a severe test for this small army far away from foreign countries. Every time the high elves fight, they have to pay a lot casualties to repel the enemy.
Affected by this, the Templars became more aggressive, but the high elves were more cautious. The judgments of the two sides on the combat effectiveness of the undead also appeared to be different. Humans believed that the undead were weak, while high elves believed that the undead was strong.
Therefore, shortly after entering Sylvania, Grandmaster Hans-Leitdorf had many quarrels with the high-spirited trio. The Grandmaster of the Templar Knights strongly demanded to march quickly, and it must be done before the undead are ready. Solve them, so he didn't understand why the high elves only marched about 10-15 kilometers a day. After many quarrels, Grandmaster Hans finally decided to leave their team with his own people, leaving behind the "slow-moving" The high elves marched on.
By the time the high elves realized that the human army did not intend to join forces with them, the teams of the two sides had already separated forty or fifty kilometers.
Walking under the sky of Sylvania, Eltharion looked at the dilapidated villages in the distance, the deserted emperor, those withered farmlands and dry rivers, and the expression on Prince Yris's face became more serious.
Bad news and premonitions hung over the high-spirited hero.
Far away from homeland, came to a foreign country, the number of troops is very small, none of the promised allies came, the only human allies who can help are eager to fight, and the lone army disappeared deep into the sky.
Eltharion did not do nothing. Prince Yris gave full play to his commanding skills. He carefully avoided the ambushes of the undead again and again. The power from the mist goddess Ladelia protected the army. At the same time, Eltharion kept praying to the Misty Goddess, asking for her guidance and help.
The voice of the Mist Goddess Radlia was shrouded in mist. She tried to tell Eltharion something, but the murmur in the warp, the curse of Sylvania, and the never-ending haze prevented her voice from reaching Etharion. In Leon's ears, Prince Iris could only hear a few words.
"Dear...Eltharion...you will die...in a foreign land...."
"My chosen one...you know...your destiny."
Eltharion was silent.
As Tyrion's best friend, doesn't Eltharion know whose child the eternal little queen Alisara is? Didn't Prince Yris know that Alisara didn't get the blessing of the Phoenix Fire, but instead inherited the curse of Kane, the god of blood hands?
Etharion is very clear. He obviously knows that even if Alisara can be rescued, can this little queen who bears Kane's cursed blood and has been captured by the undead for so long really become the next Eternal Queen? ?
Don't make trouble, even if Eltharion is Tyrion's best friend, he knows from the bottom of his heart that it is difficult for Alisara, who has several years of experience as a "prisoner of the undead" and bears the blood of Kane's curse, to be true. become the eternal queen.
So why did Eltharion still decide to take on this quest?
Because Altharion is a close friend of Tyrion, he knows Tyrion too well, and unlike his younger brother Teclis, Tyrion is an emotional man who attaches great importance to his relatives, lovers and daughters, Eltharion knew very well that if he did not take up this task, Tyrion would have to lead an army to the Old World again to save his daughter.
This is no good. From time to time, Ulthuan, which is rampant with demons, needs Tyrion. Only Tyrion can rely on his prestige as the guardian of Ulthuan to unite the high elves. If Ulthuan is lost, the high elves will be homeless.
Whether as a friend, as a member of the high elves or as a high elf prince, Eltharion could not tolerate this result. He would rather sacrifice himself and leave a glimmer of hope for the future of the high elves.
It was extremely painful, but the watchman's face that had not changed for hundreds of years became more determined.
Live up to friendship, live up to race, live up to country.
Such is the will of Prince Iris, Warden Eltharion!
Unlike Eltharion, the wise Belannar is also thinking. The second archmage of the Magister of the White Tower of Hoeth is more than a thousand years old this year. After passing the position to Teclis, the last passion in Belannar's life The flames of God have long been dedicated to the endless books and knowledge within the White Tower of Heth.
Asuryan's curse is still in effect on the high elves, and Bellanar is gradually losing the "sense of being alive". He is really a bit old, but the second archmage knows that the Lord of the Necrons cannot be resurrected, otherwise all order races will pay a huge price.
Belanar was in pain, and he couldn't even tell all the high elves this fact, because they couldn't stand another blow, so he could only swallow the bitterness in his stomach, and the silver armor of Ithilama on his body Unused for hundreds of years, his longsword long since shelved after teaching generations of the Blademasters of Hoeth and only recently resharpened, Bellanar is determined that if necessary, he will give anything.
As the pioneer Princess Etila, the princess of Tyrann Locke is naturally suffering. She still remembers how she was ridiculed by the princes when she first entered the High-elite War Council after her father died in battle. Ryan took the initiative to endorse and stand for her. When the war lord personally led her and asked her to introduce herself in the war council for the second time, no high-spirited prince or nobleman dared to laugh at her again.
From that day on, Altila fell in love with Tyrion deeply. In order to be able to follow Tyrion, she gave up the glorious chariot tradition of Tyranok and rode on a horse. Staying by Tyrion's side as a servant, even for Tyrion's status and the attitude of the eternal queen, she has never been married or pregnant.
She has always regarded herself as Alisara's "little mother". Love and family affection made Etila make the decision to go to the old world again. She was happy that she could help Tyrion. For her It is said that being able to get a compliment from Tyrion is more important than anything else.
She made up her mind to complete Tyrion's mission even if she died.
The trio had their own concerns, and as they advanced, a small town named Kroodbin appeared in front of the high elf army.
The corpses of the human army are everywhere here, the trampled flag of the Knights Templar was soaked in the mud, the body of the Grand Master Hans was hung on a dead tree, and a line was written on the back of the Grand Master The words "Now, only you are left".
The high elves suddenly fell into despair, the human army had been wiped out, and now they were the only ones left.
Eltharion, however, had no intention of retreating, and Prince Aerys, riding on his Gryphon Stormwing, ordered the army to move on.
Following Alisara's elven elegy and Belannar's divination, this elven army finally arrived near Dunkenhof Castle, the Ring of Nine Demons, after going through all kinds of hardships.
An army of one hundred thousand undead is waiting here, waiting for the last high-elf army.
The final battle of Sylvania will start here!
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