Chapter 1378, Hero, Take Care! (Six Thousand Words Big Chapter!!)
At the gate of Middenheim City, Archaon thought he could take down the elf in front of him at a very fast speed, and he launched the most ferocious attack from the very beginning.
Tyrion blocked all of Archaon's attacks one by one. The martial skills of the Avatar of Lightwind, the Guardian of Ulthuan, and the High Elf Warlord became more and more exquisite in a series of tribulations. Tyrion can now feel , his martial arts have reached the peak, and as the light wind incarnation gradually merged his own power into one, Tyrion had a feeling that he seemed to be able to control every detail of his body and feel the pain of every pore Expanding and closing, accurately distributing every bit of power to every corner of his body, his body is truly under his control perfectly, this power makes every attack of Archaon easily blocked by Tyrion Next, Archaon looked at Tyrion and a white light shot from his Yangyan sword, and the Eternal God Chosen knew that he had met his opponent.
Without confusion or hesitation, Archaon immediately raised his sword and fought with Tyrion. At the time of the Eternal Chosen, at least three hundred Chaos warbands were still waiting in line to enter Middenheim.
The Yangyan Sword clashed with the Kingslayer, and the dazzling white light made the surrounding Chaos Warriors have to avoid the duel field between the two. A slight touch would result in the end of destruction. To and fro, his speed was so incredible that not even Archaon could keep up with Tyrion.
However, after dozens of rounds, Tyrion realized that he was losing the duel.
Several times, Tyrion caught Archaon's insignificant and fleeting flaws and gave a resolute counterattack. His sword was burning with flames from the sun, emitting white light that belonged to the wind of light, but No matter what kind of attack, it can't hurt Archaon at all. The body of Eternal God's Chosen seems to be a big dye vat. Any magic energy that touches his body will be swallowed and assimilated immediately. As for Tyrion's sword skills, it is indeed world-class. Wushuang, but when the Yangyan sword bounced off Moka's armor, Tyrion's forehead was already frowning, and his inner armor was wet with sweat.
He couldn't break through Archaon's defense. The Eternal Chosen in front of him may not be as good as himself in melee combat, but his defense is tens of thousands of times better than his own!
hateful! If the sword of Kane is still there... if I can still... every fierce attack of Tyrion is calmly resolved by Archaon, and every attack of Archaon makes Tyrion dangerous, the wind of light The avatar couldn't help but miss the power he had when he held the Kane sword. If the Kane sword was still in his hand, Tyrion was confident to break through Archaon's defense. Compared with a super artifact like Gail Malaz.
At present, it is only possible to delay Archaon's footsteps as much as possible, for as long as possible!
Thinking of this, Tyrion no longer hesitated, he pulled himself together and fought with Archaon again.
On the other side, in the city of Middenheim, there is chaos at this time. There are still more than 30,000 defenders in Middenheim. The morale of these soldiers collapsed because the city gate was broken and Woten and Axel were killed. , just as the soldiers were routed in panic, they were pleasantly surprised to see the Lord of White Wolf City, Duke of Middenheim, Grand Duke of Middenland, Boris Todbringer back! And with the head of the one-eyed Kazak!
"Sons of Urik! Gather to me!" Boris was worthy of being the master of Middenheim for decades. He shouted in a hoarse voice, and the defenders of Middenheim immediately gathered towards Boris subconsciously. It was reorganized, and the banner symbolizing the white wolf god Ulrich once again stood in the street. Ulrich did not abandon Middenheim!
Like an aging wolf who is exhausted but still ready to fight, Boris' roar awakened the pride of the Middenlanders,
The soldiers returned to their posts one after another, preparing for street fighting.
Boris' one-eyed searched back and forth among the white wolf knights. He knew that he had done something wrong. He knew that he had paid the price for his selfishness and recklessness, and he was willing to take responsibility for it. But before all this, he still had His task must be completed, so he and Tyrion entered the underground of Middenheim through an unknown secret passage, and returned from the sewer like lightning, just to complete the final deployment.
Soon, he found it: "Halland! You brat! Get out of here!"
The white wolf knight Harland looked bewildered. The young white wolf knight with blond hair, blue eyes and snow-white skin was only in his twenties this year, but he had already been discussed many times about whether he was eligible to enter the inner circle of the knight order. Before Boris After the assassination, he was logically selected into the inner ring and became a member of the Teutonic Guard.
"Harland, you bastard, let me ask you, do you like Annie?" Boris pulled Harland over and sprayed Harland's face with saliva.
Harland's face turned red immediately. The Teutonic guard had an affair with Boris' daughter. Boris, as the elector, actually watched him but kept silent. Harland himself was very Excellent, he joined the Teutonic Guard when he was less than 30 years old. The second Harland has some background. He is a relative of Ryan's adoptive father Norman. Norman introduced Harland to Ryan before his death. Considering the environment, Ryan did not take Harland away, but the half-breed elf horse and the dwarven rune weapon beside Harland were very telling.
"Do you like Annie or not!" Boris pinched Harland's neck and shouted like a lunatic: "Is it a man? Do you have eggs? Don't you know how to answer?"
"Hi...I like it!" Harland is also a kind guy. He was embarrassed at first, but he became bloody after being provoked by Boris: "I like her! Your daughter, Annie too!"
"Good! Very energetic!" Boris punched Harland hard in the face, causing Harland's nose to bleed: "This is a punishment given to you by a father!"
"Matak!" Without waiting for Harland to respond, Boris continued to roar, Greg Mattak, the chief wizard of the Imperial Royal Family, walked out of the crowd: "I am here, Your Excellency Boris."
"Very good! Very good!" Boris ordered immediately: "Find my daughter, right here, just in front of Ulrich Castle, I want to watch Harland and Anne's wedding with my own eyes, Matak, come Officiate!"
When the Elector made such an order and it was so urgent, the Midden leaders no longer hesitated, and they temporarily brought Anne out of Urick Castle, just before the holy fire of the White Wolf God in Urick Castle, on the battlefield , An extremely crude battlefield wedding was held in this way, where the Chaos Army was even less than 4 kilometers away. Harland temporarily put on a bow tie, and Anne only had time to put a white gauze on her head.
Everything came so wonderfully, so suddenly.
"Then, now, I declare that the groom can kiss the bride!" Mattak's greasy voice just fell, and Harland only had time to kiss Anne on the lips, and Boris put the rune tooth on the scabbard, into his arms.
"Your Excellency the Elector?" Harland was taken aback.
"The Elector? You still call me the Elector?" Boris finally laughed, and the old man raised his chin, indicating: "No, now, you are the Elector, Harland, my son-in-law, I will The identity of the Elector and Patriarch Todbringer is announced, starting today, you are the Elector of the Empire, Duke of Middenheim, and Grand Duke of Middenland! The new Patriarch of the Todbringer family!"
After finishing speaking, Boris drew his long steel sword from Harland's waist, laughed loudly, put on the cloak on his back, and rushed towards Harland without looking back while his daughter Anne cried out her father's tears. Burning streets.
Well, that's enough, old man, that's enough.
While running, Boris had a satisfied smile on his face.
My time is over, Harland is a good boy, he will be good to Anne.
This is enough, Boris Todbringer's life, no more regrets!
run ahead!
Meet the Chaos Hell Cannon!
How can Ulric's greatness be felt without suffering?
Archaon cannot bring us to our knees and beg for mercy!
Even if, the blood is all over the wolf robe~~~
Keep it up, the pride of Todbringer~
How can we see the brilliance of White Wolf City if we don't insist on it?
It is better to indulge in fighting than to just survive!
Charlemagne will return like lightning!
With such conviction, Boris rushed into the Chaos Army wearing a wolf robe, holding a steel sword and shield: "Come on! Heavenly Yankee, come and taste Urick's fangs!"
After that day, no one saw Boris Todbringer again.
The remaining Middenheim defenders were united under the command of the two elector couples, Harland and Anne, and launched an extremely tragic street battle with the Chaos army. Every building, and even every alley, fought bloody battles. Relying on the blessing of the Urik Holy Flame, the Chaos Army was unable to completely control Mi Denheim!
The war is still going on.
……… I am the dividing line of Dream Chasing White Wolf’s heart………
Outside the city, Nicohara's army was on the rise. Emperor Settra stood on his chariot of the gods, slaughtering the warriors of Chaos like mowing grass. When he was looking for a valuable target, an uninvited guest suddenly blocked his progress.
The eldest, the Lich High Priest, Katep, came out of the shadows and blocked Settra's path. The Great King of Kings of Nicohara was furious at the daring appearance of this exile: "Katep, you have the face to come back! I have told you to help me regain my body and become a real Before the God of Perfection, you must not appear in front of Nicohara and me, or I will kill you, do you remember?"
"Yes, I remember." Carter's voice was very bitter.
"So, have you found the way?" Saitra said coldly, and the sword of Blessing of Petra of Emperor Nicohala had been placed next to Katep's neck.
"No, but I have important news, please listen carefully, Your Majesty." Katep was not frightened, and the Lich High Priest seized the opportunity of turning around and immediately told Settra the truth about Middenheim , Chaos Eternal God Chosen Archaon is conquering Middenheim, as long as he is allowed to enter the underground of Middenheim to activate the instrument, then the world will be completely destroyed, and everything will be turned into dust, including Settra's hegemony and his rebirth. The dream of conquering the world and becoming a perfect god will become empty talk.
Having said all this, the Tomb Lich High Priest Katep crouched down, waiting for his destined blow.
He knows who Settra is too well. If Settra won the final victory in the battle of Middenheim, or even when the emperor successfully opened the Black Pyramid to obtain part of the power of Nagash, he would come up and send a A series of hypocritical flattery, maybe Settra can forgive his sins if he is happy, but what he is saying now is the cold truth that does not meet the emperor Saida's liking, so he has no chance of surviving.
But he will say it anyway, because Katep's devotion to Settra needs no words!
After Setra listened to Katep's description, Emperor Nikohara's expression gradually changed from anger to coldness. He understood that Katep had offered his final loyalty to bring him the truth, which made him always Khamli Kara, who was decisive in killing, showed a little hesitation.
Without making Katep wait long, the blade of Petra's blessing was still chopped off, and the head of the Lich High Priest flew out and rolled several times on the ground.
Settra is Settra. As a king, he will never go back on his words, vows, and decisions. Nothing can compare to the decency of Emperor Nicohara! Not even Katep's loyalty!
But Katep's message, Setra got it.
Amid the chorus of horns, the most famous warriors in all of Khemri emerged at the Emperor's behest: Settra's Legion of Eagles.
In the ancient days of the Nicohala Empire, in the glory of the First Dynasty, they went to battle again and again, marching proudly beneath those mighty gates.
They always come back victorious. Enemies who saw their turquoise shields on the battlefield knew that defeat was doomed.
The Settra Warhawk Legion has one hundred legions and ten thousand warriors. Although this was less than one-tenth of the total strength of Settra's infantry, numbers alone do not account for their extraordinary accomplishments. In life, it was said that for every blade the Eagles wielded, they were worth four weapons of their enemies. In undead form, the Legion of Warhawks increased this percentage, but the dead no longer boasted of their exploits.
The horns of war rose to a resounding crescendo as soldiers hacked at shields with blades or spears and walked with perfect steps.
Settra, lord of Khemri, king of kings, true ruler of earth, sky, and four horizons, rode into war, with the crown of Nicohala on his brow, the sacred blade of Petra Hold in his mighty palm, the flames of war burn in his hollow eye sockets.
"Pass the emperor's order, concentrate your strength, and break through the defense line of the chaos army!"
"Eternal God Chosen Archaon?" The great Emperor Nicohara announced that the entire army would concentrate on breaking through the main force of the Chaos Army and marching towards Middenheim: "I will let him know that if you don't surrender, you will die!"
"For Settra, for Nicohara!"
The Tomb Kings gave up the war outside the city and concentrated all their troops trying to get close to Middenheim, and Settra himself went out to fight.
However, the Tomb King's retreat had devastating consequences for the Coalition of Order.
The original three-way battlefield of Dwarves VS Skaven VS Tomb King, because the Tomb King retreated, the delicate balance was broken, and 10,000 Dwarves were forced to face hundreds of thousands of Skaven Rats .
It is very obvious that once this balance is broken, the dwarves will not be able to persist.
The last of the Knights of Eternal Light disappeared in the counterattack against the Skaven, engulfed in warpstone flames.
The Moorish knights succumbed to the rattling volleys of the stormrat trolls after wiping out twenty times their number of ratmen.
The giant hammer warriors at Haimenguan changed from a legion to a team, and until the end, a few brave warriors were still stubbornly resisting on the ground.
The number of Eternal Guards of High King Thorgrim decreased again and again until it was less than a thousand.
Dwarf rune master Sorek Ironbrow's Doomsday Anvil has been burned hot and has been used to the limit. If it is used again, the anvil will be completely shattered.
There is also the butcher King Agrim-Iron Fist. He can't count how many giant beasts of the Mode clan he has hacked to death. On this day, most dwarven butchers have sought the most honorable death as they wished.
After finally repelling another attack from the Morde Clan, Agrim Iron Fist threw aside the completely scrapped Dago Axe, picked up a machete from the ground, and there were about a hundred dwarf butcher guards At their king's side, besides, Alaros, the wood-elf hero, holding the Starfire Lance, panting, helped the Butcher King hold one side.
They are surrounded.
"Hey, it's a shame. I didn't expect that my last battle would be with an elf kid. It's not honorable at all." Agrim-Iron Fist looked at the countless Scar who surrounded him from all directions. The rats of the Wen clan, and the right claw of the Murd clan in the distance, Sloat-the Unclean, and its strongest mutant rat troll, the most successful forbidden biological weapon of the Murd clan-Gulqi, Can't help but smile wryly.
Alaros also had a premonition that the last moment was coming, he raised his head indifferently, if I could die here today, it would be so honorable, I would definitely become an epic, and Lilith would definitely remember my sacrifice, since So what am I not willing to do?
Thinking of this, the wood elf hero simply said: "For you, it's really not a good idea to fight to the death with Pointy Ears."
"Isn't it?" the Butcher King complained, "I've thought of many ways to die honorably, but I didn't expect that there would be pointy ears in the scene. Valaya's beer is really terrible."
"So... what if you died in battle with your friends?" Alaros asked softly.
Agrim-Iron Fist fell silent, and the Butcher King shifted his gaze from the ratman army that continued to surge up to Alaros. After a long time, he uttered a word: "Aye!"
"Listen to me, elf boy, you are different from other sharp ears. Today should not be your death day." The butcher king seemed to have made up his mind, and he took a step forward: "You guys retreat, leave this place to me and Kade Sons of Lin, retreat with Thorgreen, you will be needed in the next battle!"
"Short, you?" Alaros already understood what Agrim wanted to do, and he was about to dissuade him, but the butcher king shook his head violently: "I have been pursuing a glorious death all my life, and now, on such a powerful battlefield, Such a magnificent stage and such a heroic sacrifice are my lifelong wishes, so don't stop me from realizing my ideals, okay?"
Alaros stopped talking, and the wood elf hero had tears in his eyes. He extended the highest courtesy to the butcher king, but he still couldn't help asking, with a tear in his voice: "But... what about the wind of flame? "
"I really like your Essler's words: Life will always find its own way." Agrim smiled: "The wind of fire is not my thing, never has been."
"Son of Kadrin, raise your axe, let's give these mice an unforgettable ending!" Under the order of the Butcher King, all dwarf butchers gathered together and launched a campaign under the leadership of Agrim. made the final charge.
The horn kept sounding, and Agrim completely released the power of the flame wind. His whole body was gradually enveloped in flames, sweeping all the way, the bodies of the rats melted, and the invincible dwarf butchers withered away.
Agrim-Iron Fist's body started to burn, then his hair and beard, he went directly to Slot-Unclean, and the battle ax in his hand hit the catcher in Slot-Unclean's hand Then, the Butcher King stretched out his hand and grabbed Sloter's neck. Agrim, whose body was gradually engulfed in flames, whispered, "Endless power! Fire!"
A huge force came from the side, and Guerqi charged and knocked King Butcher and Slot into the wall of the old barracks.
The butcher king was expressionless. He stretched out his other hand and continued to release the flames condensed in his hand. When the hand knife was chopped off, one of Guerqi's arms was cut off directly, but the man-eating rat troll didn't feel any pain. One hand pressed the Butcher King's body against the collapsed wall, preventing him from moving.
"So, this is the end!" Agrim squeezed Sloat's neck tightly with one hand, and grabbed Gulch's arm with the other.
Flames unleashed.
A 100-meter-high pillar of fire ignited on the entire Middenheim battlefield. The orange-red flame was like a fountain, reaching to the clouds, and the bright tongue of fire licked the air. The elite were engulfed in flames.
Karak - the king of Kadrin, the butcher king, and the incarnation of the wind of fire, Agrim - Iron Fist, fell on the outskirts of Middenheim.
He took away the right paw of the Mode clan, the uncle of the Suzerain Sloat, the mutant mouse troll Gulch, and all the elite of the Mode clan.
The sky was full of smoke and dust, and the tearful Alaros looked at the soul that was gradually dissipating in the firelight, and silently said "Treasure, my friend."
The Skaven stagnated, as if they were deterred by the terrible explosion. Taking advantage of this opportunity, High King Thorgrim led the remaining dwarves to turn around and also rushed towards Middenheim.
The war is far from over.