Chapter 369 The Long Night (10)

The earl's words of seemingly advice did shake people's hearts, but the emperor's encouragement and his extraordinary vision firmly stabilized people's minds.

White flames danced in the eyes of the human emperor. As long as he looked up, he could see the majestic figure on top of the griffon.

Like the living incarnation of the Lord of Winter Wolves, faith and power enveloped Magnus the Pious. His voice was like Sigma giving an inspiring speech to the world. No matter how bad the crisis, it could not shake the voice. The hearts of the people wherever it reaches.

No one can doubt that he is a powerful leader. Skilled vampire warriors are slaughtered like chickens before him. Every strike of the war hammer can shatter the flesh of the immortal.

The cold wind surrounds the Human Emperor in the sky. He always appears on the most dangerous front lines and always escapes unscathed.

As if possessing Sigma's divine protection, the vampire's slaves could not damage his hair with crossbows, and cannonballs and swords could not touch his skin. It was difficult for Louis to believe that he was still a human being.

The wave of undead could not engulf the divinely chosen emperor, but it could easily engulf Louis and other mortals.

The emperor's order was correct, they had to break out.

Perhaps His Majesty should not have allowed the White Wolf Knights to advance deep into Sylvania before, so that they could at least hold on until the end.

But at the time, such a decision was indeed correct. Who would have thought that the undead could unleash unprecedented potential?

The land of the undead was once again filled with the dead. Ancient warriors holding swords blocked the way for the knights to return. Groups of ghouls and their masters rushed out from the roads on both sides of the forest, trying to penetrate deeper into the forest. Kill all the white wolves behind enemy lines.

Christopher Ul Urick and the hundreds of inner ring knights present did not think this was a fantasy that could come true.

The black sun took away Christopher's commanders, comrades, and competitors, and also made him experience the greatest hardship in his life. He had seen more desperate adversity in Middenheim than he was facing now.

Yes, the soldiers who died in the battle with vampires will join the team of Count Vampire. The undead are oppressing the space of living people. They will only become more and more, but the living people will become less and less.

But compared with the evil messengers who can cross the towering bridges of Middenheim and smash the fortresses standing on the mountains, they are still a little behind.

The Grand Master of the White Wolf Knights stood beside Great Ulric, and nearly half of the guardians of the north were behind him. Both Ulric's priests and the White Wolf Knights had sworn an oath to the empire—— They are the defenders of the Empire, the fangs of the Winter Wolf God.

He swore to the emperor before setting off that he would spend the rest of his life purifying the province, which had been ravaged by the undead.

Even if he didn't like Magnus, he couldn't let this promise become empty words.

The warriors of the Wolf God have defeated dozens of undead legions, and now they are just about to destroy the stubborn resistance of another wave of undead.

"Urik is watching us!

Today, now!

We fight not only for courage and faith, but for every human being behind us, for those who have not yet gotten rid of fear! Fight for the future of the empire!

Let our descendants live in a world without vampires! Let the next generation praise our bravery and sacrifice in the sun, and charge for the survival and hope of all mankind! "

Ulric's warriors responded to the Patriarch's war mobilization with a passionate war song:

"Prepare for battle! Mount your horses! Winter is coming!

The white wolf is galloping! White Wolf Knight! "

They are more cruel than wolves.

There was no choice to turn back, and according to the emperor's previously planned attack route, one by one the half-griffon knights waved their warhammers and smashed through the undead blockade.

The Outer Ring and Auxiliary troops followed closely behind, fearlessly taking on the undead under the leadership of the Battle Priest.

The messengers of the gods under the wolfskin cloaks wielded battle axes and hammers with skill. War was their god's book, and their howls longer than the winter wolves were the gospel they conveyed to the world.

These champion warriors of Ulric never rely on books and paper to preach. What they use for baptism is not holy water, but the blood of their enemies.

The belief of not fearing death made every human being on the battlefield resonate with the god Ulric. Only crushing bones and raising ashes can stop their progress. The cold wind summoned by the priest's roar inspired the ferocity of the ghoul kings. Sex brought the war to a fever pitch from the very beginning.

One after another, the ferocious beasts of the Stryger family crashed into the crowd, enduring the pain and torture brought upon them by the divine, and tearing apart human bodies with their sharp claws and bloody mouths.

Being cut in half by a battle ax will not stop them from being bloodthirsty, and having their heads crushed by a war hammer will not stop them from spreading death.

Groups of ghouls surrounded the Strigg bloodborn, sharing the corpses slaughtered by their masters.

It's just that their enemies are equally bloodthirsty and fearless of pain.

Even if their arms are torn off by the monster, Ulric's followers will use their legs, feet and skulls to launch a final counterattack against the enemy.

A knight knocked down by a ghoul will twist off the enemy's head before dying, while a dying warrior still has the faith and ability to fight back desperately.

The storm and brimstone summoned by the necromancer could not stop the knights from galloping, nor could the lightning and blood rain scare away the charging knights.

The looming white light danced in a pair of eyes, burning their senses, roasting their spirit and will, allowing them to accomplish extraordinary things.

The war hammer shattered the skull of the deceased, and the servants of the undead didn't even have time to stretch out their claws before turning into debris on the ground.

The dead were trampled by the hooves of horses, and the endless charge echoed the charging horn, as if to devour all the dead souls.

The first charge led by the inner ring knights disintegrated the elite forces of the blockers from the front. The fierce battle put the knights into a mysterious state. Everything slowed down. The knights who focused on the battle could even see the vampire's movements clearly. And can give corresponding response in time.

The ambush legion composed of ghouls and vampires was smashed into pieces by war hammers in the ferocious human counterattack. Just like a pack of wolves hunting, the weak deer were knocked down and crushed by winter wolves.

Tikki Huiqi comforted the restless giant-horned cold lizard and subconsciously raised his head to observe the stars.

But the dark clouds blocked the revelation left by the ancient saint to the cold-blooded species, and it also did not get the guidance of the Slann master.

Its mission still continues - to recover the lost gold plate recording the words of the first Slann.

The young Skink warriors await Tikki's orders. As their guide and caretaker, Tikki must make decisions.

Maybe Huang Qi has given a secret revelation, but the Skinks didn't realize the sacredness of it.

What to do? The hot-blooded species is fighting with the dead man cubs. This has nothing to do with the skink. It just wants to know where to go next with the children blessed by the ancient saint Kothago.