Chapter 1203, Eternal Watch, Ends Here
Latest website: She saw the fighting between Manfred and Belannar. The wise man fought against dozens of necromancers and Manfred himself by himself, and once gained the upper hand. The meteorite and flame storm he summoned They wiped out thousands of undead troops and repelled Manfred's proud charge, but the Sword Masters of Hoeth were gradually overwhelmed by the charge of the undead knights, leaving only a few tens of meters near Belannar. recalcitrant.
She saw Princess Etila charging from the side to protect Bellanar, she saw the knights on both sides confront each other, one noble Asur after another fell into the mud of Sylvania, She saw that even though she lost, Princess Altila still bravely singled out Manfred, and after a few rounds, she was knocked down by Manfred. Tyrion took out a dagger in the name of Tyrion, and Manfred flew her dagger and grabbed her throat. Princess Tyrannok was finally captured by the undead and sent to Dunkenhof Castle by a group of bats.
"No...no!" Alisara realized how much the high elves had paid and sacrificed to save her. The kind-hearted little queen shed tears on her face, and too many people died for her.
厽厼. The Sword Masters of Hoeth held on for a long time. These warriors walked on the ground and were agile like monkeys. The half-length giant swords in their hands slashed back and forth, turning the vicinity of Belannar into a bone mill. wall.
The first wave of attack was repelled, and then another group of people continued to attack. Manfred did not hesitate to exchange ten for one, attacking the defense line one by one.
After all, the Sword Master of Hoeth is not a magic soldier. He fought fiercely for half a day without any chance to rest. Coupled with the disparity in military strength, it is inevitable to lose sight of one thing and lose another. In the hard support, Bellanar's magic power finally reached the end, and the second archmage Forced to fight Manfred one-on-one, Manfred barely coped with Belannar's onslaught, while using psychic magic to control a Juggernaut of Hoth who was already extremely exhausted. When all his strength was concentrated on the Undead Wind, he was pierced through the chest by the Sword Master of Hoeth behind him.
There was a big explosion in the wind of magic, Alisara saw it, she saw the death of Belannar, the dead soul of the second archmage rose to the sky, and sighed sadly, he noticed Alisara Looking at him, Belannar's soul showed a sad expression, his lips moved slightly, and then scattered, turned into a breeze, drifted away, and returned to Ulthuan.
Although she couldn't make a sound, Alisara understood Bellanal's mouth shape.
"Feel sorry".
"No, don't die, no!" The little queen had already burst into tears, and she shouted in despair, but she couldn't undo Bellanaer's death.
Don't apologize, I don't want you to apologize, I want you to survive!
"Arkhan! Enough is enough,
That's enough! Alisara yelled at Akhan, the little queen had never been so angry in her life, she screamed: "Kill me!" Kill me, that's enough, kill me! Kill me now and spare my people! "
"It's not your turn yet." Akhan said lightly, the Lich King was busy.
The nine volumes of Nagash spun frantically along the site of the Nine Demons ceremony. Akhan first took the witchcraft crown from the human skin throne devoutly, put it on the Vekma's head, and began to cast spells at the same time At the same time, the power of the nine sacrifices was drawn to the archbishop.
Alisara screamed in extreme pain, the blessing from Isa was being forcibly stripped from her body, part of the power of the elf mother god would be the best nourishment for resurrecting the Lord of the Undead, the little queen thought that The power of pride came out of her body, and the extreme pain almost made Alisara unconscious.
Eltharion, who was fighting desperately on the battlefield, and Manfred, who had just killed Belannar, felt it almost at the same time.
Nagash's resurrection ceremony is reaching its peak!
The Nine Devils must be stopped within the ring!
Almost at the same time, Eltharion and Manfred immediately abandoned their troops, and Stormwing and the undead steed rushed towards the ceremony site together.
An anxious expression appeared on Eltharion's face, and the cruel man knew that this hopeless rescue had failed.
Attila is missing, and her Tyrannok knights and chariots are nearly wiped out.
Bellanar is dead, and there are only a few Blademasters of Hoeth fighting, just a few.
Even the Mistwalker troops under Eltharion's command suffered heavy losses. Now there are less than 400 soldiers still fighting, many soldiers have fallen, and even more soldiers are dying.
They were all good, they made the undead pay the price, 1,500 elves fought against 100,000 undead, and even wiped out an army of more than 10,000 undead.
However, Eltharion knew that this battle had already been lost. There was no Belannar fighting against so many necromancers and controlling the wind of magic.
Hope is dead.
Alisara woke up from the cold ceremony scene in a daze. She barely opened her swollen eyes. She saw that Eltharion, her father's best friend, was fighting Manfred.
Stormwing fell, and the griffin was stabbed in the heart by Manfred. Correspondingly, Manfred and his undead steed were also knocked into the air and fell to the ground.
Eltharion and Manfred started a one-on-one fight.
Both sides are outstanding warriors of their respective races, the difference is that Manfred never tires and heals quickly from any injury, while Sylvania's power and curse sustain the last vampire count, making him stronger and stronger.
Eltharion had already fought hard for a long time, he was exhausted from the battle, and his physical strength was also exhausted. More than a dozen poisoned wounds slowed down his reaction, and it seemed that he had almost no chance of winning.
However, in Alisara's eyes, the current situation is that Elsarion is in the upper hand. The blade sword in his hand almost cut off Manfred's head several times. The last vampire count is exhausted. He Stepping back step by step, at the same time watching the ceremony scene anxiously from time to time, wanting to know what's going on.
Something noble was hanging over Eltharion, leaving Prince Yris with the strength to fight.
Alisara shed tears again, and the little queen knew that although Eltharion was usually taciturn, his will and noble virtues were the reasons why he was revered and admired by Ulthuan.
Eltharion is fighting for his friendship, fighting for his kingdom, and fighting for his people.
Manfred, you will never understand, Alisara thought, selfishness and self-interest, you as an absolute egoist, you will never understand what a noble soul is in the face of difficulties. How much power can be erupted.
Sure enough, even though he was exhausted, poisoned, and his physical strength had fallen to the bottom, Eltharion fought back Manfred. He cut off one of Manfred's arms, and Manfred staggered back, while Eltharion Saryon's eyes were on fire.
厽厼. "Don't look, it's your turn, dear." Arkhan's voice sounded from behind Alisara's ear, and the Lich King said in a tone of approval: "He is a brave man, but Manfred is not. "
"Is it my turn?" Alisara said lightly.
"In addition to the blessing of Isha on your body, we also need the power of Asuryan in your body." Akhan untied the little queen very gracefully, and said gently: "I will try to hurry up, no Make you suffer too much, I promise."
Alisara really wanted to curse, but the little queen had no strength left. She took a last look at the gloomy sky in Sylvania, and silently walked towards the ceremony under the guidance of two ancient tomb guards. The cauldron where she will be sacrificed with her throat cut and used to resurrect Nagash.
The heartbeat is so fast, getting faster and faster.
Akhan nodded, and he took out the staff of Nagash—Arakanash, nine volumes were combined into one. The Lich King pointed at the cauldron with the staff, and was about to cast a spell.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
"boom----!"
Terrible big bang!
The sky is falling apart!
The staff of Nagash exploded into a thousand fragments in an instant, thunder exploded, and silver-white lightning exploded from the staff like a wild horse, destroying half of the ceremony site in an instant!
Rolling thunder shot straight into the sky, blasting a hole in Sylvania's thick steel plate-like dark clouds, the sun's radiance fell from the sky, the earth trembled, and the soaring smoke and dust almost enveloped the entire Nine Devils ring of sky.
Eltharion and Manfred, who were dueling, were stunned by the scene in front of them.
ceremony? Something went wrong with the ceremony?
The two gave up on the enemy in front of them at the same time, and rushed towards the ceremony site.
Thick smoke billowed, and Arkhan, the Lich King, fell aside.
Damn, there's something wrong with the staff! Akhan was extremely angry, but he was already prepared!
The entire ceremony site has been reinforced by him using the fine gold and obsidian he got from Nicohara! An explosion in this situation can't destroy everything, at least it can keep most of it.
Nagash's staff is gone, and his own staff as a backup!
It doesn't matter if you can't get the little queen's blood, Isha's blessing has already been obtained, and if nine people can't get together, eight people can resurrect Nagash!
No one can stop me from resurrecting my master! Casting a spell to reorganize himself, the Lich King charged furiously at the center of the ceremony, where Archbishop Vekmar and the cauldron stood.
The ritual must continue and Nagash must be resurrected, or our kingdom of the dead will fall!
But someone was faster than him. Manfred laughed wildly and was the first to rush into the ceremony scene. The last Vampire Earl grabbed Vic, who had been half crippled by the blast, and his head was blown apart, revealing his brains. Archbishop Ma bared his fangs and began to frantically absorb Nagash's power!
"It's mine, it's all mine, it's all mine! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Manfred grinned in madness, and the last vampire count absorbed the infinite amount of Nagash himself in the ceremony scene. The source of death.
Today is the day when he was promoted to a demigod and a death king!
Bald Man didn't care about anything.
All of Nagash's dark magic power is being fully absorbed by Manfred!
The time of conferring the gods is approaching, and Manfred is so happy that the muscles of his entire face are twisted together. He can feel that Nagash's curse and restrictions on vampires are being tightened as he obtains the full power of Nagash. Madness weakened, lord of the dead? wrong! From now on, it will be the time of my Manfred, the Lord of Death!
Witness my rise, the gods of humans, gods of dwarves, gods of elves, and the four gods of chaos, the Eternal Emperor, Manfred-Supreme, will ascend the throne here!
"Stop!" Akhan was shocked when he saw this scene, and the Lich King immediately tried to rush over to stop Manfred.
Eltharion saw hundreds of chaotic winds of magic bursting in the undead army. The originally indestructible Nagashza guards were blown to pieces, and the barrier protecting the ceremony site had disappeared. Having reached the limit, Eltharion still tried his best to rush to the ceremony site.
The oncoming wind of hundreds of undead almost killed Eltharion directly, and the seven orifices of Prince Iris burst out with blood. His crown of Prince Iris and the blade-tooth sword in his hand once possessed powerful blessings , but now the light on these two artifacts is dimmed, because even the power blessed by the elves is forced to succumb to the dark source power of the Lord of the Necromancers!
If it wasn't for something still working in his arms, Eltharion would have died.
Prince Yris knew what it was. It was the blessing rosary given by the Sun King Ryan. Eltharion didn't know why this thing was so powerful. Even his own sword and crown could not resist the curse of the undead, but it could protect himself. , but now there is no time to think!
Out of pride, Eltharion didn't wear the rosary given by Lion, but just put it on his body. Prince Iris didn't hesitate when he saw this, he immediately took out the rosary and put it on his wrist.
The rosary immediately shrouded Eltharion in dazzling light. Relying on this power, Prince Iris quickly found Alisara who had passed out. The skin was broken, but she didn't die, she was still alive, the sacrifice couldn't die so easily, Akhan was prepared to protect the magic.
After untying the shackles on the little queen, Prince Iris found that Isa's blessing had been stripped from Alisara's body, and now her body was full of chaotic magical energy. Eltharion didn't know much about it, so he checked Halfway through, he had already vomited blood from his mouth, and he knew that he had reached his limit. Stars were popping up in front of his eyes, and more than a dozen wounds on his body were faintly working, and his blood was running out.
"Wake up, Alisara, wake up, we're running out of time." Eltharion put down the bladed sword and the crown of Yris, and put his hand on the little queen's shoulder. He gently Shake the little queen to signal her to wake up.
"Etharion...Uncle?" Alisara barely woke up.
"Finally, I rescued you." Behind Eltharion, thousands of chaotic undead magic scattered around, Manfred's figure was shrouded in a group of terrible dark magic, and the last few high-spirited soldiers Turned into a mass of ashes under the erosion of undead magic, looking at the wounded and exhausted Etharion in front of her, the little queen choked up again: "There is no need, because I..."
"This is a promise, Alisara, my promise to you, my promise to your father, and my promise to Ulthuan, I must keep it." Eltharion fell to his knees in pain, coughing Drenched in blood, he resolutely took off the rosary on his wrist and put it on Alisara's hand: "Isa's blessing has been lost, Alisara, you can't become the eternal queen, presumably, the future must be It will be painful, but promise me to live, okay?"
"Uncle Etharion!" The protection range of the rosary is very small, and the power stored by Ryan in it is passing away quickly. Alisara watched Prince Yris being corroded by the wind of undead, and flesh and blood began to leak from his skin. peel off.
"Promise me! Live!!!" Eltharion roared towards Alisara.
"I promise you!" screamed the little queen, who could do nothing now but cry.厽厼
"Okay, remember, this is your promise to me." Eltharion was already kneeling on the ground: "I still have... magic power... my... blood, now, run away, hurry up!"
After finishing speaking, Prince Iris took out the dagger and stabbed it in his thigh. The blood spurted out, and the magical energy in the blood formed a phantom light. Alisara picked it up and rushed into the distance.
"Uncle Eltharion!"
Looking at the figure of Alisara going away, Eltharion finally smiled again after hundreds of years. Prince Yris grinned and watched Alisara riding away on the spirit unicorn. The figure nodded in satisfaction.
Thousands of people died just to save one person, or is it really worth it for the little queen who has been deprived of Isa's blessing and is doomed to fail to ascend the throne in the future?
He didn't know, he only knew that he had fulfilled his promise to Tyrion, either die or save his daughter.
He has a clear conscience.
"It's you, you messed up everything, sharp ears!" Arkhan's angry voice came from far to near, and the Lich King knew that he had no time to chase the little queen now: "You forced me, you could have lived come down."
"..." Eltharion remained silent.
"Very good, die!" Akhan put his hand on Eltharion's back: "Curse of the years!"
The armor on Prince Yris's body rusted and aged rapidly, and the power of magic penetrated into the flesh and blood, and Eltharion grew old at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the last moment of his life, the gray-haired Eltharion looked at the corpses of the high-spirited warriors on the battlefield. The blood of Asur stained the land of Sylvania red, and even the sky became solemn. Prince Si then turned his eyes to the west, which was the hometown of Azul, Ulthuan, which was his hometown, the beautiful kingdom of Iris shrouded in mist.
"The last power has been given to the last hope, and my eternal watch ends here."
The High Elf Prince, the Eternal Watcher of Tar-Yress, and the Grim One-Etharion turned into wisps of fly ash under the magic of Arkhan, and died in Sylvania.