Chapter 1202, Battle of 9 Demons

Chapter 1201, Battle of the Nine Demons

"How many enemies do we have to face? One to fifty? One to one hundred?"

"It's suicide."

"It is impossible for us to save Her Highness the Little Queen."

"Today is our day of death."

When the high elf army arrived at the location of the Nine Demon Ring, the high elf army with only more than a thousand people found that their opponent was an army of more than one hundred thousand undead.

Akhan and Manfred dispatched the entire army. When Akhan focused all his attention on the resurrection ceremony, Manfred's three most elite troops, the Duncanhof Paladins (undead black knights), The Helmut Guards (elite grave guards) and the Duncanhof guards (elite grave guards) are all ready for battle. Among other things, the combined numbers of these three elite troops is Twice as many high elves.

In addition, Akhan also sent Gul out. This super corpse king once again served Nagash. The three elite barren grave guards under Gul were also ready for battle. It was the Nushi Lake Skeleton Army, the Heavenly Tribulation Army, and the Nether Army. These barren grave guards continued to serve Jule.

The strongest barren grave guard force that caused a fatal blow to the high elves in the battle of Nagashza - the Nagashza Guards guarded the ceremony site, and around them was the reserve team of the undead army - the Ghost Knights.

The Ghost Knights are Manfred's personal army, and this army is only followed by Manfred. Their proud history of serving the von Carstein family can be traced back to the battle of the rise of vampires in the empire. Since those days They have gained countless terrifying titles on the battlefield. Dark magic surged around these knights to form a field of death and fear. When the knights silently lowered their spears, a gloomy light flashed from their empty eye holes. This is usually the last scene the enemy on the opposite side sees. .

In other words, the number of elite troops of the undead alone is ten times that of the high elves.

For a while, the entire elf army was silent, and every son of Ulthuan knew that this was their last battle.

Grim One - Eltharion stands in front of the whole army, the bone-shattering wind of Sylvania blows through the armor and hair of Prince Iris, Sylvania is very cold, there will be no sunshine all year round, undead The wind in the sky is wild, the lonely world is so cold and desolate, a desolate scene of the end of the world makes people feel chills in their bones.

In the distance, the army of undead is boundless. They are as numerous as the sea surrounding Ulthuan. From time to time, the soul fire sprayed from the faces of the skeleton warriors is like the waves crashing on the shore.

Wave after wave hit the defenses of the high elves.

Every son of Ulthuan couldn't help singing the dirge of the Elven Empire when they saw the scene before them.

They are here to save the little queen, but why are they the only ones? There are only more than a thousand of them?

Where is the army of high elves sweeping the world?

Where are the legendary phoenix guards, the roaring Caledor dragon, the disdainful dragon fleet, the gorgeous and smooth elf phalanx and giant eagle knights, those Charis war lions and magic phoenixes?

Why are we the only ones left?

Fifteen hundred people against one hundred thousand, facing the shield wall with dozens of layers of undead, almost every Ulthuan soldier was so sad that he couldn't speak, many of them couldn't help but shed hot tears and some even couldn't help but let out their voices Howling, they are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of dying worthless, afraid of dying unknown, afraid that all their efforts will be in vain.

Asuryan is above, how many hardships will Asur go through? Why do the gods treat us like this? What are we doing wrong?

Even Princess Etila and Belannar the Wise couldn't help but waver.

"What are you crying for?" Only the cruel one-Etharion, as before, he said coldly to everyone, pointing at the ocean of undead with the blade in his hand, his voice was like that of Iris "My father, my family, they all paid the price with their lives for guarding Ulthuan, we Irisians, generation after generation, have guarded the sea for Ulthuan, Even in the most difficult moment, even when the green-skinned and pot-bellied King Gollum destroyed Tar-Yris, we never despaired, and we were willing to sacrifice our strength for Ulthuan, everyone, what's the matter? What about crying?"

All the elf soldiers fell silent.

Seeing that there was still no response from the crowd, Eltharion continued, "Who am I? Everyone, tell me."

"You are our commander, the prince of Yris!" an elf nobleman came up and said loudly.

"So, do you trust your prince?" Eltharion was expressionless, looking down at everyone.

"Your Highness, your people will always follow you no matter what the situation is, no matter what the outcome is." The elf noble said loudly.

"No matter what ending you face?" Eltharion repeated, and he looked into the distance again, tens of thousands of undead army, thousands of barren grave guards, countless skeleton knights and black knights, and There are countless troops of undead monsters, as well as that Manfred von Carstein and the legendary wight king Gul.

"We swear to die." All the elves shouted together.

Yes, even if the enemy is outnumbered, even if there is no chance of winning, even if he is doomed to die, how can Asur's pride be stopped by mere undead? How can it be deprived of it in a mere battle?

Asur, just disdain!

Gradually, the high-spirited soldiers changed. They no longer cried or felt sad. The young pikemen wiped away their tears with their hands, and their eyes on the undead became more determined. They regarded death as home.

Eltharion was relieved to see that the morale of the Azul was high. Every elf warrior raised his weapon and gave a military salute to their commander. The pride and pride that belonged to Azul rose.

This is Asur! ! !

The horn belonging to Yris has already sounded. Even in the face of an army of more than 100,000 undead, the sound of the horn of the elves can still be clearly heard throughout the cursed land of the undead.

They are all warriors, they are all true braves, their blood and sacrifices will comfort the gods, the whole of Ulthuan, and everything we have done. Eltharion proudly and proudly raised his sword Sword, and gave the final military salute to everyone.

On the body of the mighty Griffin Stormwing, the prince was as indifferent and ruthless as the cruel watchman for hundreds of years. The cold wind of Sylvania blew his hair and cloak, even if it was fifteen hundred For 100,000, even if the two agreed reinforcements failed to arrive, even if the human army recklessly buried him, Eltharion's battle roar still made the Lich King Arkhan and the last vampire count Manfr Red felt terrified.

"Forward! Asur!"

"For the Phoenix King's Court, for Alisara, and for~Usuan!!!"

Like a silvery bolt of lightning that blew away the dark clouds before the storm, the high elves charged.

The sons of Ulthuan knew very well that there would be no survivors in this battle, but they didn't care anymore. Every elf sang the ancient war song of the elf empire. The monsters or those ghosts fell in front of the high-spirited warriors one after another.

Belannar the Wise leads a team of Juggernauts of Hoth. The giant sword carefully crafted in Vaal's anvil can chop up a large piece of skeleton ribs with each swing, and cut out pieces of bone residue. The sword of Hoeth The saints are few in number but can outnumber ten, and their progress is almost unstoppable.

The second archmage's mana has been weakened in the extremely terrifying environment of Sylvania, but Belannar is still the supreme archmage second only to Teclis in the entire Ulthuan, facing all directions rolling towards him. When the black torrent came, Belannar raised his hand and used a meteorite technique. The scorching meteorite bombarded the undead army formation, rumbling non-stop, smashing the crowded undead to pieces, howling in agony, But there are too many undead, and after one batch dies, another batch rushes up.

At the same time, Bellanaer has to fight against dozens of necromancers by himself. The second archmage must take into account melee combat, casting spells and suppressing the wind of magic at the same time. This will be an extremely severe challenge.

On the left flank of the front line, Princess Etila's Tyrannoroc chariot troops and knights charged. The desolate and dry land of Sylvania trembled under the trampling of elf horses. The surging waves swept away all the undead nearby, and each elf knight carried his unparalleled pride, vowing to vent all his anger on the undead.

The elves were so brave and fearless that they almost broke through the army of the undead. Princess Etila realized that everything was going well and before she had time to report, a large group of grave guards had gathered. It was Gul, Gul and it. For the two Grave Guard legions under his command, the sharp steel knives on the wheels of the Tyranok chariot exploded into pieces of sparks when they touched these super-heavy armored units. The speed of the chariot slowed down, and the knights were unable to break through the shield wall formed by the elite Netherwalker Legion of the Barren Grave Guard.

As soon as the momentum of the charge weakened, the ancient halberd pierced through the horse's body and the knight's scales, one after another, the chariot was forced to slow down, and a bloodthirsty bat wolf rushed from the side, knocking the chariot down with its head. The chariot rider fell to the ground and was disembowelled. Princess Etila met Gul. In the first confrontation, she knew that she was definitely not Gul's opponent. She could only pull the rein to signal to spread out to both sides .

The one who rushed to the front was Eltharion, the prince of Iris, and he and his Griffin Stormwing rushed to the front. Every time the blade tooth sword was sent out, a powerful enemy could be eliminated, and every time the Griffon flapped its wings, it It can sweep across the nearby spears and spears. The fragile body structure of the skeleton warriors cannot support the huge force of the storm wings, and it shatters like glass.

Following the gap made by Eltharion, a team of Mistwalkers, the Asolamar Oathsmen bravely moved forward. As the personal guard of Eltharion's late father, these Mistwalkers failed to fulfill their responsibility to protect the prince. Feeling guilty about their failures and vowing to make up for their mistakes by serving Eltharion with death, these warriors never lacked in courage and determination to fight to the death. body of.

A team of Astari Sentinels keenly noticed the tomb ghosts and tomb ghouls that appeared from the undead queue. Under the leadership of the captain, they bent their bows and took arrows. The monsters that stopped the elven warriors from advancing so that they could maintain their impact, these sentries ensured Eltharion's charge and advance, but they were soon surrounded by the undead, with nowhere to escape and no way to escape. The road can live.

"We can only stop here, Your Royal Highness, I wish you success." The sentries broke out with their last courage, and started fighting with the surrounding undead, holding back these enemies so that their prince and Mistwalker troops could keep moving forward. impact.

Standing on the Ring of Nine Demons, Manfred watched in disbelief that the high elves, who only had more than a thousand people, had broken through several layers of formations, and were about to kill the Nagashza guards, Duncanhoff Paladins, The Duncanhof Guard Legion was in front of him, and the last vampire count was a little dazed. He turned to the ceremony site, and Alisara, the eternal little queen who was firmly imprisoned by iron chains and magic, smiled and said: "Hey, our little queen Your Highness, look quickly, your clansmen are here, they are here to die, aren't you very happy?"

"Manfred, you dregs of the world." Alisara was still conscious at this time, and the little queen watched the heroic and fearless charge of the elves, and hope was ignited in her already desperate heart. She understood Eltharion, her father's best friend, no one can stop her once she makes up her mind.

Perhaps, there is still a chance, Alisara stared at Manfred fiercely, and then no matter how provocative Manfred was, she stopped saying anything.

Manfred suddenly felt very bored. For him, seeing other people's painful torment and desperate expressions is the greatest pleasure. He immediately focused on Akhan, and saw that the Lich King had already taken out the dagger , cut the throat of Archbishop Isabella, the Goddess of War, as a sacrifice, and injected the hot blood mixed with the power of faith into the altar.

Archbishop Vikma is still yelling. His lexicon of swear words seems to be very good. He scolded all the way without any heavy style, but it is useless. He is now tied with iron chains, wearing the armor of Nagash, and wearing the Nagash armor. Gash's severed hand, ready to accept the power of the Lord of the Dead.

"Manfred, it's your turn." Seeing Eltharion getting closer, Akhan's impatient voice sounded: "If you can't stop this group of elves and let them disturb the resurrection ceremony, everything will be over. "

"...As you wish." Manfred cast a contemptuous glance at the still stubborn little eternal queen for the last time. The vampire count knew that it was not good for him to leave the ceremony now, because his plan was to strike at the critical moment. Ritual rites, directly absorbing Nagash's power - this will make him a demigod, crowned Lord of Death.

However, as Akhan said, if the resurrection ceremony is disrupted by the elves, then everything he has fought for will be wiped out, which is not what Manfred wants to see.

Under Akhan's repeated urging, Manfred rode his undead horse and led the Duncanhof Paladins, Duncanhoff Guard Corps, and Nether Knights to join the battlefield.

The joining of Manfred is a fatal blow to the high spirit. As a sanctuary archmage with two elements (death and undead) and a family leader-level vampire, Manfred is a master of both magic and martial arts. It means that if you want to fight against Manfred, you must be able to deal with his not vulnerable melee (Tyrion evaluation) and powerful various black magic (Tegris evaluation), not to mention the Duncanhof Paladins , Guard Legion and Nether Knights, these three elites are enough to overwhelm the entire battlefield in an instant.

If Alisara had some hope for the future before, then what the little queen saw with her own eyes made her shed turbid tears involuntarily.

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