Chapter 1379, Across Five Thousand Years, Brothers Reunited on the Battlefield
On the battlefield, on the Rainbow Bridge, on the Metal Bridge, and on the city of Middenheim, everyone saw this scene. The Butcher King Agrim-Iron Fist died.
Ryan remained silent, and he immediately urged the army to move forward as soon as possible: "Hurry up, hurry up, we are not far from losing this war."
"My lord, please let me go!" Diego could feel the anxiety of the Primarch.
"What's the rush!" Ryan scolded, "Do you think this is still in the subspace?"
"There will be a time when it's your turn to fight, Grand Master of the Gray Knights!" Leman Russ stepped on the Rainbow Bridge, feeling very strange: "Including me, we will all have a time to make a move, but, not now."
Almost at the same time, the incarnations who noticed this situation were all nervous. The Eight Winds of Magic must be complete, and then they can work together to activate the ancient sacred instruments, try to close the portals at the north and south poles, and isolate the wind of chaos. Now the Eight Winds of Magic have already Lost a wind, what to do next?
Outside the city, at the magister council of the White Tower of Heth in the Elf Empire, Lilith, the moon god, shouted at Teclis, the head of the White Tower of Heth who was still casting spells in the group, "Oops, my dear!" Teclis, Firewind Avatar is dead!"
"I know." Teclis is still casting spells in a group, and the Supreme Master is leading the Beastwind Avatar and its army to Middenheim. This is destined to be an extremely difficult job, because the Beastwind Avatar is now human. On the other side of the Roof of the World, this kind of long-distance military-level teleportation requires an astonishing amount of mana. That is to say, the wizards of the Elven Magister Council have the ability to do this. Since the incarnation of the wind of the beast does not cooperate, Tiger Rees just felt a splitting headache, his magic power had been consumed a lot, and now he could only use his energy to perceive everything.
Fortunately, the ending was not so bad. After being liberated, the wind of flames turned around and flew towards the captain of the Phoenix Guard, Kazhuoyin. Kazhuoyin was not very able to control this force at the beginning of the junior high school. He was thrown directly to the corner of Middenheim, and landed in a residential area with a group of Phoenix guards, a few phoenixes, and three hundred people from the Asuryan Legion. They didn't think too much and immediately joined the battle.
The fairy in the lake looked at the battlefield in the distance, and the god of elves suddenly said: "Dear Teclis, I have a feeling that we seem to be losing this battle, losing this war."
"...Currently, your feeling is right." Teclis paused for a few seconds, and the Supreme Master nodded bitterly in agreement: "Lion's plan was successful at the beginning, we broke the peripheral There are 300,000 Chaos troops, but at least 700,000 Chaos troops still maintain their combat effectiveness. The Order army has suffered more than half of the casualties. Settra? Is it an enemy or not a friend, but for him Chaos is currently a more dangerous enemy. There are many Skavens, Lilith, you are right, we are losing this war."
"There is still hope. If you can do it as soon as possible, Ryan and the others can do it as soon as possible..." The fairy in the lake overlooks Middenheim, the city of white wolves, and the fire of Urik is still burning, which shows that the city is still resisting.
"I'm going, I'm going to Ryan." The fairy in the lake was obviously very hesitant. After thinking for a while, the goddess decided to go to the battlefield in person.
"Are you crazy? Lilith! You are the original body, and now you are the last surviving god of the elves from the last era, the god of gods, the star that leads our family to move forward, the last light of the elves!" Tiger Reese thought Lilith was crazy: "Lilith, wait a moment!"
"I can't watch Ryan take huge risks to enter Middenheim to fight Archaon,
And I'm just standing here watching! "Lilith said firmly.
"Then wait!" Teclis shouted, "The ceremony is almost complete!"
"Okay! When your ceremony is completed, we still have Olika rushing to Ryan's side immediately." Lilith continued to look at Middenheim: "What I am most worried about now is not human beings. Human beings have been united by Ryan. I And don't worry about the dwarves, as you can see, the dwarves fought this battle with the determination to die."
"Then what are you worried about?" Teclis asked.
"What I'm most worried about is our elves themselves!" The elf moon god Shangshen shook her head, her face was full of sadness.
I hope that the same mistakes that brought down the Elf Empire and the Elven Empire will not be repeated.
There is still fierce fighting outside the city, and the place where the fiercest fighting has become a confrontation between the army of the Tomb King and the main army of Chaos. Settra ordered to open a road to Middenheim at all costs.
The Skaven suddenly found that they had no pressure to fight.
The dwarves, led by Thorgrim, were heading towards Middenheim.
The Tomb King gave up the entanglement with the Skaven and turned to attack the Chaos army.
The other army of order is still fighting the main force of chaos.
Thanquoro, who is the chief gray-clawed prophet of Skaven, really can't handle it. You guys are so weak, you all think that rats don't exist, right?
Although, even though Sloat-the Unclean died just now, Master of Death Snicker also followed Archaon to attack Middenheim, but the Skaven Ratmen still have 200,000 to 300,000 in number, Most of them are cannon fodder, and a small part is also elite! For example, the Thirteen-member Council where Thanquero sings a one-man show now has more than a dozen elite legions, including even the Guards of the Thirteen-member Council—the most powerful Stormrat army among the Skaven. Still under Thanquero's command, waiting for the battle.
But who can help? Chuan Kuiluo thought left and right, how do you think, how do you feel, everyone is a dull soul?
Rat life is not worth it, Chuankuiluo thought.
"Greypaw Great Prophet, Your Excellency the Great Prophet, where should the rats, should they kill? Who should die?" A Skaven warlord came up to ask.
"Baga!" Chuankuiluo immediately spit out a mouthful of phlegm, and spit it directly on the face of the Skaven warlord. It said sadly, "We are mountains! Mountains don't move!"
"Huh?" The Skaven warlord was confused: "Mountain?"
"Fast as the wind, as slow as the forest, plundering as the fire, immovable as the mountain!" Chuan Kuiluo scolded directly: "We are the mountain, and the mountain cannot be moved!"
After finishing speaking, Chuankuiluo also took out a pair of famous military accessories from Nipeng from the treasures of the Council of Thirteen, and shook them slightly. The Great Prophet fanned his fan calmly: "Send the order, stand by on the spot! Distribute food and let the Stormrats have a full meal!"
"Yes..." Although he was baffled by the order of the Great Prophet Gray Claw, the Skaven still obeyed the order, and two or three hundred thousand skaven just stood by and stood still.
"Come here, take my bento."
Thanquol would never know exactly what opportunity he missed. At this moment of the Battle of Middenheim, the Skaven once had an excellent opportunity to dominate the battlefield.
At this time, if the Skavens attack the retreating dwarves, the dwarves will only end in defeat.
At this time, if the Skaven launched an attack on the order army that was delaying the main force of chaos outside the city and struggling to support it, the order army would be wiped out, and even have a chance to interfere with Teclis' ceremony.
At this time, if the Skaven attack the Tomb King's army, Settra and his warhawk army will also encounter terrible trouble.
But what are the Skaven doing at this time?
The skaven were eating.
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In the city of Middenheim, when the main force of order headed by Ryan was still desperately rushing to Middenheim, the duel at the gate of the city had already decided the outcome.
After all, Tyrion was no match for Archaon. After delaying for more than an hour, the Avatar of Bright Wind began to sense the danger. Not only would Archaon not get tired, but he became stronger as he fought, but Tyrion could not find a breakthrough. Archaon's defense.
He decided to retreat.
Due to Tyrion's excellent martial arts, the Avatar of Bright Wind escaped from Archaon's Kingslayer smoothly, and Archaon didn't care much about having to decide the outcome with Tyrion. The Eternal Chosen ordered to continue Marching towards Fort Urick, a steady stream of Chaos troops poured into Middenheim like a tidal wave.
At this moment, the first to rush to Middenheim were the three incarnation armies, namely, the army of life arrived by Alarielle using the power of the roots of the oak tree of the era, and Malekith using the wind of shadow to coerce The army of shadows that came, and the army of flames of the newly promoted flame incarnation, Phoenix Guard Captain Cadroin, these three armies arrived first.
Among them, the most difficult situation encountered by Malekith was the incarnation of the shadow wind, and it was difficult for the Eternal King to control his own shadow power. The most troublesome thing for the Eternal King is that Malekith's army happened to have just rushed into Middenheim to kill, the chief demon Kabanha and his "Blood Hunting" army before.
At this time, only a team of Naggarond Blackguards, a team of Cairn Assassins and a team of Phoenix Guards were still following Malekith, as well as dozens of scattered Black Ark pirates and wood elves. Just a guard.
Malekith was immediately cornered, he was surrounded by Kabanha!
The Wind of Shadow turned into a bloody battle. He personally rode the black dragon Seraphim to fight back and forth. Surrounded by Khorne demons, the elf Eternal King made a surprise attack back and forth. He exhausted all his strength and exerted all the power of the Wind of Shadow. But there is still no way to highlight the siege of the Khorne Legion. Kabanha's ax and ax are blazing, and the chief demon of Khorne madly attacked Malekith's flanks like crazy. Trying his best, he was barely entangled with Kabanha, and his army was disintegrating.
As a last resort, Malekith immediately sent a signal for help to the surroundings.
However, no one came to rescue him.
The Eternal King can be sure that at least three nearby forces of order have seen his call for help, Alariel, the wind of life, Tyrion, the wind of light, and the local defenders in Middenland. Malekith can be 100% sure. They all saw their distress signal!
It's just that no one came to rescue him, not even putting on a show!
why? Malekith thought of the question, and the Eternal King understood.
The Middenlanders may be overwhelmed with self-care, or they may not trust him, the Dark Elf Witch King at all. In the eyes of the Middenlanders, Malekith is always the cruel, ruthless, vicious Witch King that the high elves and dwarves talk about. Always.
As for Tyrion and Alarielle? This pair of dogs and men were never willing to accept themselves, they would choose to honor themselves as the eternal king and marry themselves, but only because of Asuryan's choice and Lilith's canonization! Malekith clenched his teeth until he bleeds!
Now that Asuryan has fallen, and Lilith is beyond her reach, Tyrion and Alariel wish they could die! They didn't do it anyway!
Thinking of this, Malekith was suddenly a little disheartened, and the Witch King laughed out loud, with tears in his smile.
Everyone respects me as the eternal king!
But are they sincerely respecting and loyal to me?
Shit!
Everything, everything is just Asuryan's edict, everything, everything is just Lilith's task!
I was always just the Witch King of Naggaroth, the Witch King who ruled the desolate ice fields with fear, power, and violence.
Eternal King Malekith? a joke.
Father, what should I do?
Father! help me! Save your child! They betrayed me just as they betrayed you!
Thinking of this, Malekith felt his eyes go dark, the Eternal King almost fell off his mount, and his fighting spirit plummeted. In a trance, Kabanha's roar was close to his ears, and the horse, whose heart was almost broken Luckis barely raised his sword to resist, his dark magic hit Kabanha's chest, the chief demon of Khorne couldn't feel the pain at all, and the bloody battle ax fell quickly.
So, that's it? Malekith smiled wryly in his heart, the Eternal King thought so.
In the darkness, a cold light came first, and then Kabanha's painful cry sounded, and a rune battle ax came from a distance, slashing the arm of the chief demon of Khorne, a white beard and white hair, body The cloaked dwarf stepped on Seraphim's back and appeared behind Malekith, and the blunt voice sounded from behind the Eternal King: "You are still the same as before, not good at looking after your own back, Mahler Keith."
The Eternal King opened his mouth wide, and he remained motionless. Five thousand years have passed, and he always remembers this voice, which he has never heard since the elves and dwarves threw down their oath of friendship and went to war, since those distant and gray days , Malekith always remembers.
Shining rune armor, a white beard, and the familiar battle axe, Malekith's warm tears slipped from his eyes, the Eternal King was almost overwhelmed by the emotion called guilt, he opened his mouth hard Mouth, only uttered a few words and then couldn't understand what to say: "Snorri, my friend, my brother..."
"I'm just a passing dwarf, remember it for me!" The white dwarf Grim Brindale looked complicated, he glanced at Malekith, and focused his eyes on Kabanha in front of him: "Go and put , Malekith, leave it to me here, you still have your tasks to do, right?"
"As expected, only you came to save me in the end." Malekith looked at his best friend, he knew how he betrayed their friendship, he knew how unforgivable he was: "My brother... Snorri ,sorry."
Over the span of five thousand years, Malekith's thoughts returned to the chamber of Karaz-a-Kalak.
Snorri lay on his low, wide bed, his eyes closed, his face as pale as his beard. Kneeling beside him was a man with his hands on the dwarf king's chest. He was Prince Malekith of Ulthuan, the former general of the Phoenix King's army and the current elf ambassador to the dwarf empire.
The first generation of dwarves, the High King, was on his deathbed. Before he died, the High King wanted to see his best friend again, and the two had a final conversation.
"If only we dwarves could live as long as you elves, then my reign can last for a thousand years."
"But even so, we are not immune to death."
"Our deeds are worth singing, isn't it? Our two great nations joined forces to drive away those beasts and their gods. Now the people are happy, the trade is smooth, and they are still prosperous."
"It is due to you, Snorri." The Elven Prince and the Dwarf High King clasped their hands.
"Cough cough cough...Listen, Malekith, my brave comrade-in-arms, my closest confidant, now you also swear to me, just as I made it with the last breath of this dying body Swear to my tombstone and soul! You will stick to the grand ideals and long-cherished wishes we have fought for for so many years! This will definitely be carried out...the world should not have such a shameful act of breaking an oath, otherwise , I will definitely return, continue to hold the battle axe, and shake the mountains with anger!"
"I will," said Malekith, shaking his old friend's hand tightly, "I solemnly swear to High King Snorri-Whitebeard, Leader of the Dwarves and Friend of the Elves!"
Snorri nodded slowly, the light in his eyes gradually dissipated, the first High King passed away, his body was put into a sarcophagus, surrounded by runes, and watched by Malekith, His son Sodik was sent to the ancestral tomb.
The memory ends here.
Malekith could hardly control himself. He obviously betrayed the dwarves and Snorri, but when he was in a desperate situation, at the most dangerous moment, it was the dwarves and his brother who came to save him in the end. , Snorri - Whitebeard! This heavy sense of guilt almost crushed Malekith, but it also gave him new strength.
He has not been abandoned, there are still people in this world who care about him, and there are still people who regard him as a brother!
This world has not abandoned me!
A powerful fighting spirit rose from the Eternal King again.
Seeing Malekith's fighting spirit rekindled, the white dwarf Grim Brindale smiled, showing his teeth: "Go, my brother Malekith, to complete your mission, you still have yours. Mission, to save this world, I promise, if you can do it, then everything in the past, all hatred between elves and dwarves will be erased from the book of hatred, I swear in the name of Grim Bryndale the White Dwarf !"
Malekith also showed a smile. He wiped away his tears vigorously, and hammered the white dwarf's shoulder: "What if it doesn't work?"
"Then everything is over, and the hatred between us has no meaning." The white dwarf snorted coldly: "That is also the end of the hatred."
"Very well, my friend, let us run generously to destruction!" Malekith had never been more eager to fight.
Relying on the white dwarves to fight against Kabanha, the Army of Shadows finally broke through the siege. Malekith was now fighting fiercely, and the Eternal King regained the meaning of fighting. The Chaos Army's resistance was much weaker than Malekith had imagined. The Eternal King thought that perhaps Ryan's tactics had worked, and the Chaos main force was held back.
Snorri, my brother, I will never let you down again!
Malekith's guess was not entirely correct, but he soon knew the answer. As the archmages led by Teclis outside the city finally finished casting their spells, low and wild howls spread throughout Midden In Heim and its surrounding areas, it drowned out the battle cries of the Chaos army, overwhelmed the drumbeat of the Allied Forces of Order, and even shook the horns of the Tomb Kings into a mess!
it's coming! Here they come!
"Waaagh!"
"Waaaaaaaaaaaagh!"