Volume 7 Mortals and Gods Chapter 787: Genoa (middle...
A hundred-meter-high pillar of fire ignited on the entire battlefield of Storm Fortress, and the orange-red flames were like fountains, reaching into the clouds.
Bright tongues of fire licked the air, and the tens of thousands of Skaven and all the elite members of the Mord clan around them were engulfed in flames.
King Karak Kaderin, the Butcher King, the wind of fire transformed into Agrim Ironfist, fell on the outskirts of Storm Fortress.
Also taken away by him were the Right Claw of the Morde clan, the acting leader Sloth the Unclean One, the mutant rat troll Gulch, and all the elites of the Morde clan.
The sky was full of smoke and dust, with tears streaming down his face. Aralos looked at the soul gradually dissipating in the firelight, and silently said, "Take care, my friend."
The Skaven stood still, seemingly frightened by the terrible explosion.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, High King Kalida led the remaining dwarves to turn around and also rush towards Storm Fortress.
The war is far from over.
On the battlefield, on the Rainbow Bridge, on the metal bridge, and on the Storm Fortress, everyone saw this scene. The Butcher King Agrim Iron Fist died.
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Gonzalez remained silent, and immediately urged the army to move forward as quickly as possible:
"Hurry, hurry up, we are not far away from losing this war."
"Sir, please let me go!" Callard could feel Gonzalez's anxiety.
"What's the hurry!" Gonzalez scolded: "Do you think this is still hunting?"
"There will be a time when it's your turn to go into battle, young Holy Grail Knight!" Gonzalez stepped on the Rainbow Bridge. It felt very wonderful: "Including me, we will all have a time when we should take action, but not now."
Almost at the same time, all the avatars who noticed this situation became nervous.
The eight magical winds must be complete before they can work together to stop Dranosh and try to close the portal in the far north to isolate the evil wind.
Now that the Eight Winds of Magic have lost one, what should we do next?
Outside the Storm Fortress, the Council of High Elf Magisters and the leader of the High Elf Archmages, the Supreme Archmage Teclis, who were still casting spells collectively, shouted:
"Oops, the incarnation of Fire Wind died in battle!"
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But Teclis did not stop guiding, and was still casting spells collectively.
The Supreme Mage is leading the Incarnation of Beast Wind and its army to Storm Fortress. This is destined to be an extremely difficult job.
Because the incarnation of the Beast Wind is now on the other side of the mountains in the Far North, the amount of mana required for such a long-distance transmission is staggering. That is to say, the great mages like the Council of Elf Magisters are capable of doing this.
Since the incarnation of the beast wind did not cooperate, Teclis only felt a splitting headache. His magic power had been consumed a lot, and he could only devote his energy to sensing everything at this time.
Fortunately, the ending was not too bad. After being liberated, the Flame Wind turned around and flew towards the High Elf Phoenix Guard Captain Kadroin.
Ka Zhuoyin was not very able to control this power in the beginning. Due to a mistake, he was thrown directly into the corner of the Storm Fortress. He fell into a residential area with a group of hundreds of people from the Phoenix Guard, and happened to meet him.
After fighting several orc legions, the high elf soldiers immediately joined the battle without thinking too much.
In another dimension, the Lake Fairy looked at the battlefield in the distance, faced a mysterious figure and said: "I have a feeling that we seem to be losing this battle, losing this war."
"Well, coming now, your feeling is right."
The mysterious figure paused for a few seconds, then nodded bitterly in agreement:
"Your knight Groth's plan was successful at first. The coalition forces defeated the 300,000 orcs on the outside, but at least 700,000 orcs still maintained their fighting capacity.
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The coalition forces of the three tribes have suffered more than half casualties, and it is still unclear whether Tomb King Settra is an enemy or a friend.
But for him, Chaos is currently the more dangerous enemy, and there are many Skaven. Lilith, you are right, we are losing this war."
"There is still hope. If you can do it as soon as possible, Gross and the others can do it as soon as possible..."
The Fairy in the Lake overlooks the Storm Fortress from a distance. The Fire of the Fairy in the Lake is still burning brightly, which shows that the city is still resisting.
"I want to go, I want to come to the mortal world."
The fairy in the lake was obviously very hesitant. After thinking for a long time, the goddess decided to come.
"Are you crazy? Lilith! You haven't recovered your strength yet. If you come to the mortal world rashly, believe me, that despicable guy from the God of Death will end up personally. You have no chance of winning now!"
The mysterious figure thought Lilith was crazy: "Lilith, wait a moment!"
"I can't watch the coalition of three tribes taking huge risks to fight the orcs, while I just stand here and watch!" Lilith said firmly.
"Then wait a minute!" the mysterious figure shouted: "The ritual of your loyal believer is almost completed!"
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"Okay! Let's wait until the ceremony is completed and see the results. I'll decide whether I want God to come to me or not."
Lilith continued to look at the Storm Fortress:
"What I'm most worried about now is not humanity, which has been temporarily united by the threats it faces.ωωw..net
I'm not worried about the dwarves either. As you can see, the dwarves are fighting this battle with the determination to die."
"Then what are you worried about?" Teclis asked.
"What I'm most worried about is us high elves ourselves!"
Lilith, who is also the goddess of elves, shook her head, her face full of sadness.
I hope that the same mistakes that led to the demise of the High Elf Empire will not happen again.
There was still fierce fighting outside the city, and the most intense battle had turned into a confrontation between the Tomb King's army and the main orc army. Settra ordered that a road to Storm Fortress should be opened at all costs.
The Skaven suddenly discovered that they no longer had the pressure of war.
The dwarves, led by High King Kalida, are heading towards Storm Fortress.
The Tomb King gave up the struggle with the Skaven and turned to attack the orc army.
The other coalition forces of the three tribes are still fighting against the main force of the orcs.
As the chief Gray Claw prophet of Skaven, Chuanquillo is really a bit incompetent. You idiots, you all think that we ratmen don't exist, right?
Although Slott, the Unholy One, and Master of Death Snitch had just followed Dranosh to attack the Storm Fortress, how could the Skaven still have two to three hundred thousand in total?
Most of them are cannon fodder, and a few are also elites!
For example, there are still more than a dozen elite legions under Chuanquillo's one-man show, the Council of Thirteen, which even includes the Council of Thirteen Guards, the most powerful Storm Rat legion among the Skaven.
Chuanquluo's men are listening to orders and waiting for the battle.
But who to help?
Chuanquluo thought about it, why did he think that everyone was mentally retarded and assholes?
The life of a rat is not worth it, Chuanquillo thought.
"Gray Claw Great Prophet, Your Excellency Great Prophet, where should we kill? Who should we let perish?"
A Skaven warlord came up to ask.
"asshole!"
Chuanquluo immediately spat 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!"
"Ah?" The Skaven warlord was confused: "Mountain?"
"It's as fast as the wind, as slow as the forest, as plundering as the fire, and as motionless as the mountain!"
Chuanquluo scolded directly: "We are the mountain, and the mountain cannot be moved!"
"Send the order, stay where you are! Distribute food and let the storm rats have a full meal!"
"yes!"
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Although they were baffled by the orders of the Great Seer of Gray Claw, the Skaven still obeyed the orders, and two to three hundred thousand Skaven stood still.
"Come here, bring me some delicious food."
Chuanquillo never knew what opportunity he missed. At this moment in the battle of Storm Fortress, the Skaven once had an excellent opportunity to dominate the battlefield.
At this time, if the Skaven attack the retreating dwarves, the dwarves will only be defeated.
At this time, if the Skaven launch an attack on the three-tribe coalition that is holding back the main force of the orcs outside the city and is struggling to support them, the coalition will be annihilated and may even have the opportunity to interfere with the ceremony of the high elf archmage Teclis.
If the Skaven attack the Tomb King's army at this time, Settra and his War Eagle Legion will also encounter terrible trouble.