Chapter 249 Attack

"Skull Sacrifice Seat!"

In the forest southwest of Obien, the rich blood color was brought by the cold wind.

The mortals guard the caster in the center and build a temporary front around the mage.

Bloody ghostly shadows appeared under the knotted vines, and a graceful figure faintly passed through the shadows of the trees.

The vampire instantly locked onto the casters in the team. The demon stepped through the moss and rushed towards the waiting white lion guards with a burst of muddy water.

The old hunters of Charis were not surprised by the appearance of the demon. They were ready to challenge the darkness, even if they only had eleven warriors. If dwarves can be considered warriors, there are twelve professional soldiers here.

Thorian knocked on his heavy armor and haughtily squeezed into the outer circle, facing Chaos side by side with his former opponents.

Changxu no longer complained, his face only showed abnormal solemnity.

He was not just fighting, but he couldn't let the pointy-eared sissy look down on the Mountain Kingdom.

The "Battle of Revenge" allowed the dwarves to face off against warriors as fierce as white lions for the first time. It was the Hammer Warriors who repelled the White Lion Guards who tried to interfere with the duel between the champions for the "High King" Gotrek Starbreaker.

His ancestors witnessed the death of "Phoenix King" Caledor II, and together with Gotrek Starbreaker brought back the crown of the elves and the final victory.

Thorion is the son of Gurnar and a descendant of the God of War.

It was during that battle that his ancestors made the elves understand the power of the dwarves' wrath.

The devil's long sword lingering in flames cut through the air and collided with the dwarf's buckler. The intruding vampire had half of his body chopped off by a tomahawk, and his companions behind him were decapitated with a hell blade.

Vampires are not fighting mortals, they are simply competing for merit.

The heavily armored warriors blocked the attack of the mob, and after more than a dozen demons died without any success, the bloodletting ghosts gradually began to pay attention to their opponents.

The mage's spells never stopped, intensifying the demon's anger, but they lacked a way to deal with it.

The demon of desire lurks in the shadows, afraid to show his face because of the magic of the powerful mage.

Vampires are not afraid of magic; their mere presence disrupts the magic of Chaos, and weaker Truthspeakers cannot even construct powerful enough spells.

But they can't break through the elite warriors who are enhanced by magic.

In normal times, the demon army would directly use their numbers to crush the resistance of mortals, but now the number of demons is not large, and they must retain their strength.

The bloodthirsty demons no longer died in vain. Under the command of the demon army leader, groups of demons stepped forward in batches to consume the physical strength of the soldiers.

When rational, vampires' skills honed in bloody battles make them difficult to kill easily.

The battle axes used by elves and dwarves have extraordinary power, and the targeted magic runes are enough to threaten the most powerful demons, so that they do not have to worry about the tenacious vitality of demons like humans.

But no matter how deadly the weapon is, it still needs to hit the enemy. When the devil no longer rushes forward recklessly to fight to the death, the warriors must spend more energy looking for the devil's flaws.

Demons died one after another under the axes in the fierce battle, but this also increased the fatigue of the warriors.

The slowly dissipating corpses of demons were piled up in front of the dwarves and elves. From time to time, demons jumped into the back of the formation while the frontline warriors were distracted, but were easily killed by Teclis with his magic sword.

Eugen huddled next to John's armor and sword. Both Truth Speakers were ready for close combat, blocking the bloodletters that Teclis failed to stop, as well as the lust demons that broke into the formation.

The shouts and roars lingered in Eugen's ears, and he once again felt deeply powerless.

This world always treats the weak harshly. Eugen misses the peace of his previous life very much, but those warmth can no longer be recalled.

He is now an unawakened oracle, surrounded by the best warriors of elves and dwarves, and legendary mages from epic tales.

Only he lacked strength and even became a drag on the team.

The support team was intercepted by demons and unable to move at all.

The high-intensity fighting that lasted for several minutes only expelled less than a hundred demons, but the soldiers were all exhausted.

They are just mortals, mortals who are hungry and thirsty.

Demons are not human soldiers who collapse at the drop of a hat. They are not afraid of food's counterattack.

Even if elves and dwarves are more powerful and more agile than humans, it doesn't change their nature.

Facing hundreds of low-level demons and challenging one big demon have the same ending for them.

The latter is not even as good as the former. When faced with a group of people who are determined to die, the big demons cannot completely defend against all rune weapons. If the archmage limits the performance of the demons and allows them to get close, they may even have a chance. Banish a great demon.

Whether it is a big demon or a low-level demon, they are all equal under the blade containing ancient power.

Obviously, it is better to die by the sword of a low-level demon than to die at the hands of a big demon, so that at least you can leave a good story.

"Charge! Charge! For the Lady of the Lake! For Bretonnia!"

The Tzeentch demon failed to stop the knights. The Holy Grail Knights rushed under the evil moon without hesitation, and the tiny humans rushed into the natural disaster without hesitation.

The gasping sound of some kind of monster continued in the knight's ears, but the frequent thunder made Henry's ears unreal.

The sunshine under the storm was slowly eaten away by the darkness, and it entered dusk.

The wind and light lost their original order in this mythical battlefield, and the chaotic airflow was enough to cut an unarmored warrior.

Broken bodies and limbs could be found from time to time in the blood mist, but most of them were just minced flesh.

The swamp is nearly half dry, and the ground is full of cracked wounds.

Unknown beings are fighting in the depths of the swamp, and the furious battle seems to tear apart the solid earth.

The sunshine that penetrated the darkness and dense fog from time to time guided "The Great" Henry, who firmly believed that this was the guardian of justice seeking help from the same justice.

The deeper he went, the more powerful he could feel the two sides fighting.

The thunder was not caused by lightning, and the bloody lightning was not thunder.

The thunder is the reverberation of the battle, the lightning is the wind of magic stirred by the fury of the devil, and the magic power of chaos has become almost physical, supporting the master of chaos.

The Imperial Knights looked at the retreating figure of the Holy Grail Knight, and rushed towards the thundering land with the Great Chanter. They did not want to fall behind the Bretonnian Knights.

The descendants of Sigmar sing the epic of the founder of the Empire in the darkness. No matter how powerful the enemy is, the Imperial people always have a glimmer of hope.

Empires are built out of impossibility.

The tribesmen 2,300 years ago believed that the Norscans were invincible, but the powerful Chaos Barbarians were eventually driven into the bitter cold of the north.

Humans once thought that the beasts and greenskins were unstoppable natural disasters, but several great victories 2,300 years ago shattered human beings' fear of the darkness.

There was no gunpowder and guns at that time, and the fur-clad ancestors used blunt instruments to smash the green tide. Could it be that humans can't achieve the same miracle 2,300 years later?