Volume 7 Mortals and Gods Chapter 786: Genoa (Part 1...
On the other side, inside Storm Fortress City, there was chaos.
There are still more than 100,000 defenders in Storm Fortress. Originally, these soldiers' morale collapsed because the city gate was broken and Axel and Bayer of the Holy Grail Knights were killed in battle.
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Just when the soldiers were defeated in panic, they were surprised to see the return of Grand Duke Gros!
He even carried the head of the Death Demon Kazzak!
"Soldiers! Concentrate on me!" Archduke Gross was worthy of being the master of Storm Fortress for decades. He shouted in a hoarse voice, and the defenders of Storm Fortress immediately subconsciously concentrated on Archduke Gross.
The defense line has been reorganized, and the double lion flag symbolizing the Gross family once again stands in the streets. The Lake Fairy has not abandoned the Storm Fortress!
Like an old, exhausted lion, but still capable of fighting, the roar of the Grand Duke of Gros awakened the pride of the Shire people, and the soldiers returned to their posts one after another, preparing for street fighting.
Archduke Gross searched back and forth among the ranks of the Knights of the Silver Hand. He knew that he had made a wrong decision, and he was willing to take responsibility for it.
But before all this, he still has his own mission to complete.
Therefore, he and Nielas Ellan entered the underground of Storm Fortress through an unknown secret passage, and returned from the sewers like lightning, just to complete the final deployment.
The war is still going on.
Outside the city, the army of the Tomb Kings was rising. Emperor Settra stood on his chariot of the gods, slaughtering the orc warriors like mowing grass, looking for valuable targets.
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Amidst the blast of trumpets, the most famous warrior in the entire desert appeared at the Emperor's command:
Settra's Eagle Legion.
In the ancient times of the Desert Empire, in the glory of the First Dynasty, they went into battle again and again, marching proudly under those majestic city gates.
They always return victorious. Enemies know that defeat is doomed when they see their turquoise shields on the battlefield.
Settra's Eagle Legion has one hundred legions and ten thousand warriors.
Although this is less than one-tenth of the total strength of Settra's infantry, their extraordinary achievements cannot be explained by their numbers alone.
While alive, it was said that each blade wielded by the War Eagle Legion was worth four of the enemy's weapons.
While in undead form, the Warhawk Legion increases this percentage, but the dead no longer boast of their exploits.
The war trumpet gradually reached a loud peak as the soldiers slashed and stabbed their shields with sharp blades or spears and walked in perfect stride.
Settra, Lord of the Desert, King of Kings, True Ruler of Earth, Sky, and the Four Horizons, drove into the war, with the crown of Nicohara upon his brow, and the sacred blade of Petra in his hand.
In his powerful palms, the fire of war burned in his hollow eye sockets.
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"Pass the Emperor's order, concentrate your strength, and break through the defense line of the orc army!"
"Orc Emperor Dranosh?"
The great Emperor Nicohara announced that the entire army would concentrate on breaking through the main force of the orc army and advance towards the Storm Fortress: "I will let him know that if he does not surrender, he will die!"
"For Settra, for Nicohara!"
The Tomb Kings gave up the war outside the city and concentrated all their troops to try to get closer to the Storm Keep. Settra went to fight in person.
However, the Tomb King's retreat had devastating consequences for the three tribes' coalition forces.
The original three-party battlefield of Dwarves VS Skaven VS Tomb King, because the Tomb King's retreat caused the delicate balance to be broken, 10,000 dwarves were forced to face hundreds of thousands of Skaven.
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It is very obvious that once this balance is broken, the dwarves will not be able to hold on.
The last few dwarf Eternal War Pig Riders disappeared in the counterattack against the Skaven, engulfed in warpstone flames.
After annihilating the Skaven that were twenty times their own size, the War Pig Riders finally succumbed to the long-range attack of the Storm Rat Trolls.
The Hammer Warriors at Haimen Pass transformed from a legion into a team, and then the last few warriors were still stubbornly resisting on the battlefield.
The number of the Eternal Guard of High King Kalida was reduced again and again, until it was less than a thousand.
The doomsday anvil of the dwarf rune master Thorik Ironbrow has burned hot and has been used to its limit. If it is used again, the anvil will be completely shattered.
There is also the Butcher King Agrim Iron Fist. He has lost count of how many behemoths he has killed that were bred by the Skaven clan.
Dago's Ax, a high-level enchanted battle ax, had a series of holes in it, and the blade was curled by the cuts.
On this day, most of the dwarf butchers achieved the most glorious death as they wished.
After finally repelling another attack from the Skaven Mord clan, Agrim Iron Fist threw aside the completely useless Dagor Ax and picked up a machete from the ground.
There are about a hundred dwarf butchers guarding their king. In addition, the high elf elf hero Araloth, holding a Starfire Longbow, panting, helped the butcher king guard one side.
They were surrounded.
"Hey, it's really embarrassing. I didn't expect that my last battle would be with an elf boy. This is not honorable at all."
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Agrim Iron Fist looked at the countless Skaven clan ratmen surrounding him from all directions, as well as the Right Claw of the Mord clan in the distance, Slott the Unholy One, and the strongest under his command.
The mutant rat troll, the Mord clan's most successful forbidden biological weapon - Gurchi, couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Aralos, the hero of the high elves, also had a premonition that the last moment was coming, and he raised his head indifferently.
If I could die here today, with such honor, I would definitely become an epic legend and the goddess Lilith would definitely remember my sacrifice. In this case, why should I not be willing to accept it?
Thinking of this, the high elf hero simply said:
"For you, dying in battle with Pointy Ears is really not that good."
"Isn't it?" The Butcher King complained: "I thought about many glorious ways to die, but I didn't expect that there would be pointed ears and Varaya's dark beer in the scene. It's really terrible."
"So, what if you die in battle with your friends?" Aralos asked softly.
Agrim Iron Fist was silent. The Butcher King's eyes moved from the army of ratmen that continued to surge up to Aralos. After a long time, he uttered one word: ωωw..net
"Thumbs up!"
"Listen to me, elf boy, you are different from other pointed ears. Today should not be your death day."
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The Butcher King seemed to have made up his mind, and he took a step forward: "You retreat, leave this place to me and the Butcher's descendants. You and the High King Kalida will retreat together. You will be needed for the next battle!"
"Dwarf, you?"
Araros already understood what Agrim wanted to do, and when he was about to dissuade him, the Butcher King shook his head violently:
"I have been pursuing a glorious death all my life. Now, such a powerful battlefield, such a gorgeous stage, and such a heroic sacrifice are my lifelong wishes. Just don't stop me from realizing my ideals, okay?
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Aralos stopped talking, and the high elf hero had tears in his eyes. He paid the Butcher King the highest courtesy among the high elves, but couldn't help but ask, with a cry in his voice:
"But what about the wind of fire?"
"I really like the saying of your high elves: Life will always find its own way."
Agrim smiled: "The wind of fire is not my thing, and it never has been."
"Sons of butchers, raise your axes and let us give these rats an unforgettable ending!"
Under the order of the Butcher King, all the dwarf butchers gathered together and launched the final charge under the leadership of Agrim.
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The horn kept sounding, and Agrim completely released the power of the wind of fire. His whole body was gradually enveloped in flames, sweeping along. The bodies of the Skaven melted, and the dwarf butchers were invincible and withered away one after another.
Agrim Iron Fist's body began to burn, and then his hair and beard. He killed directly in front of Slott. The Unclean One, and the machete in his hand smashed the long pole gun in the hand of Slott. The Unclean One.
Hit and break.
The Butcher King reached out and pinched Slot's neck. Agrim, whose whole body was gradually engulfed in flames, whispered:
"Endless power! Fire!"
There was a huge force coming from the side, and the mutant rat troll Gulch charged forward, knocking the Butcher King and Slott away and pressing them to the ground.
The Butcher King had no expression on his face. He stretched out his other hand and continued to release the flames condensed in his hand. He slashed down with the hand knife and one of Gurchi's arms was cut off directly.
But the man-eating rat giant didn't feel any pain. Its remaining hand pressed down on the Butcher King's body, pressing it to the ground, making him unable to move.
"So, it's over!" Agrim tightened Slot's neck with one hand, and grabbed the arm of the mutant rat troll Gulch with the other hand.