Chapter 275 The Last Light (3)
The Bloodhand Ranger avoided the sharp edge of Koteg's scepter with agility that was not inferior to that of Lynch, and at the same time forced Abair back with his long sword.
Abair, who is powerful and blessed by the gods, became the core of the battle.
The God-chosen champion had no intention of joining forces with the devil. All champions who came within five meters of him were hit indiscriminately. Whether it was strength or skill, Abair, who had been blessed by the Blood God many times, was superior to the other two.
Lynch could only stand firm in front of him with his tenacious recovery power. Fortunately, Abair's speed was a little slower. When he found that a head-on confrontation was not feasible, Lynch only focused on wandering and launched a dragonfly's touch of water in the electric confrontation. Such attacks.
The mount of the chosen champion wanted to join the battle, but was stopped by Abair. Due to the curse of Khorne, the bloodthirsty man had to stand guard for the three in the fierce battle.
The two of them could easily defeat the enemy together, but the "Invincible" has a pride that is no less than that of the elves.
When Lynch swung the scepter towards Abair's head again, the red-blooded hell blade narrowly cut across the lizard man's skin from the right side. Lynch was always on guard against it, and moved slightly to the left to avoid the attack. After the staff and battle ax crossed each other, they blocked the sword's edge and stimulated an arc of light to push towards the vampire.
The vampire did not hesitate to avoid the arc of light. Lynch wanted to pursue him, but Abair was pursuing him so that he had to turn back to face the enemy.
When the God-chosen champion wanted to defeat Lynch in one fell swoop, the Vampire's insidious Hell Blade forced Abair to turn around and defend. Lynch, who was already at a disadvantage, took the opportunity to launch a violent counterattack, disrupting Abair's offensive.
The lizard men no longer care about the energy consumption of the scepter. Only the Melting Arc can restrain the self-healing power of the Khorne Champion. Brutal force alone cannot directly annihilate the Khorne Champion's body.
The sun illuminated the night and melted the snow among the gravel.
The powerful blows and collisions failed to cause harm to the three parties fighting, but instead left the glacier riddled with holes.
The lizard man holding a shining staff looked like a god fighting against demons, attracting the surviving Norscans from all over the glacier to worship him ignorantly.
The three champions maintain a delicate balance. The Khorne champions prefer to enjoy the battle alone. No champion is willing to hand over his back to a third party.
Abair arrogantly rejected Uzul's alliance, and the overpowering Chaos humans once attracted the lizards and demons to join forces.
Not only does he want to kill the lizards, but the vampires are also his target.
After realizing this, U'zul turned more attention to the God's Chosen Champion and relentlessly looked for opportunities to kill the Ancient Saint Champion. However, it did not have the power of Abair and could not escape from the enemy. The vigilant lizard men reaped the benefits.
The Ice Fang Mountains were destroyed by three rampaging evil beasts. Among the glaciers, the Norscan tribes who did not follow the army southward fled in fear away from the battle, hoping to avoid an unnecessary disaster.
The people of the Sali tribe fled in vain from the Ice Fang Mountains. The constantly collapsing mountains seemed like the end of the world. Unlucky Norscans were constantly being buried by avalanches. This once prosperous tribe ushered in the end of the world in the aftermath of the championship showdown. disaster.
Fortunately, one of the champions had his own ideas. He moved the battlefield south regardless, hoping to catch up with the invading Chaos army. That was his mission.
The boy Sally, who was born with the Mark of Chaos, did not panic like his tribesmen. He lay down in the snowdrift and stared at the three figures retreating in the distance, as well as the huge flesh-and-blood hound dodging in the gravel and falling snow.
It was the first time for Ulfric to see such a powerful warrior. Before this, no Chaos warrior could split the earth with an ax and smash the mountains with his body.
Eugen looked back at Tigris. The legendary mage's thin body was not suitable for joining the championship duel.
But he had other methods of intervention.
Teclis let go of his scruples and frantically summoned the Heavenly Tribulation spell. Meteorites streaked across the sky one after another, and the meteorite rain fell towards the three parties in the duel.
Eugen wasn't sure if this was a good idea, but Lynch was still there.
But the Archmage seems to have some confidence in this. He believes that the lizard people can survive the meteor shower.
Human beings sat on the floating seats, using the projected image of the suspension engine, watching the championship showdown that transcended common sense with worry and excitement. From time to time, they grabbed a few handfuls of fried peanuts and put them into their mouths to relieve their tension.
Dozens of meteorites dragged their fiery tails through the atmosphere and flew straight to the south of the Bingya Mountains.
On the southern edge of the troll kingdom, another ordinary tragedy took place in the world.
The shooting star was the last beautiful sight that Old Ivan of Winter Village saw. He stuck his hammer in the mouth of another chasing troll to buy himself the last breath. He reluctantly looked at Boyer who gritted his teeth and looked back in the south. One glance.
This reluctance soon turned into urging. Igorboye must return to Levitsky Boye and inform the nobles of their discoveries on the Norsca Peninsula.
Those Norscan invaders were just precursors, not even a vanguard.
There are endless warriors of Chaos approaching Kislev, including giants, mammoths, and even dragons.
Old Ivan had only seen such a terrifying scene in the middle of the "Great Holy War". At that time, he and his companions were scattered by the Chaos army, and only a few lucky ones survived.
When he discovered that Boye couldn't bear to give up on himself, Ivan became extremely angry. Even if the troll caught him, he could not stop his last cry.
"Escape! For Kislev! Get out of here!"
The veteran's first and last rage against the young Boyer.
There are countless Ivans in Kislev. Except for Igor, who ran away with tears in his eyes, no one cared about the death of an "Ivan".
Courage and faith drained from Ivan's heart, and it seemed that he would remain on the battlefield at the northern end of Western State forever.
Young Ivan had already mustered up the courage to accept the worst case scenario, but his unswerving stance disappeared in the cruel flesh. The unstoppable wolves and the Norscan army that followed disintegrated the Ugor cavalry. faith.
The old horse that Ivan had shared joys and sorrows with for twenty years was dead. When the Chaos War Mastiff suddenly circled around to Ivan's side, he knew that everything was over.
The horse's corpse pressed against Ivan, cutting off his hope of escaping. The Chaos War Mastiff tore into the prairie horse's flesh and blood hungrily, looking sideways at humans viciously from time to time, and its foul-smelling saliva splashed all over Ivan's face.
An unknown person's arm was pillowed behind Ivan's head, and the cold touch and sticky feeling were against the back of his head. Just by turning his head slightly, Ivan could see the heads chopped off by the Chaos Warriors on the red snow.
There were many heads on the ground.
The human being, who was looking up to the sky, saw the meteor streaking across the sky. He prayed to the meteor and to Esun. He hoped that anything would come and give him a happy time.