Retreating was the idea of the God of Chaos who opposed Chaos, to guard against new and more dangerous enemies.
But the current war situation is getting further and further away from the original campaign purpose.
As the undead continue to counterattack, the war of attrition will continue. The demon prince can already see the final result. All the demons are rejected by the world and disappear, and the believers become the permanent puppets of the necromancer.
Unless, they can retreat before that ending comes.
Retreating is an act of cowardice and is despised by Khorne. Although they do not specifically worship any of the four gods, losing the support of a great god is unacceptable.
Is this the only way this war of attrition can go on?
Demon Prince Mashlag looked at the battle line that had retreated to a full two kilometers away from Cripple Peak. With a burst of blood, another entire company of vampires was exiled to the Chaos Demon Realm under the attack of black bone skeletons. The morale of the believers in Chaos has become increasingly low. The only thing that can support them in continuing this battle is the fear of God's wrath - the order for war was issued by the envoy of Tzeentch.
If this were not the case, I am afraid that a considerable number of "warriors" would have fled to the vast grasslands of the Dark Land.
Their master is no better than them, and there is only one reason left to support the Demon Prince.
With the arrival of the owner of the beam of light we saw a few days ago, if the undead are suddenly attacked from behind, they will be able to get rid of this damn war of attrition.
Some warriors who firmly believe in Tzeentch are already making plans to build a powerful and complex magic ritual here to ensure that all demons in this small area will no longer lose their power due to the rejection of the world.
Despite this, in fact, within the rotating camps, the resentment of the troops was almost unbearable.
However, to Mashrag's surprise, the first to attack was not the guys who wanted to escape, but a human tribal chief who worshiped the holy number 8.
As soon as the Demon Prince entered the camp, he heard a burst of yelling and cursing.
"You cowardly cowards! Just let the troops retreat! You are all cowardly losers and should be eaten by the blood god's war dogs."
The chief of this human tribe was madly cursing all his companions around him.
When the demon prince approached, the name of Mashrag was obviously included in the name he insulted.
"War requires victory. The God of War didn't teach you how to win. Obviously you are just a fool."
Honor is the most important thing. Upon hearing that Mashrag insulted his honor, the angry Khorne believers immediately picked up their battle axes, jumped up, reached a height of more than two meters, and struck straight at
The demon prince was covered in gray skin and a red cracked chest.
However, this approach obviously has no effect.
Just like Moskar Brand, the greatest under Khorne, even a sneak attack can only cause a small crack in Khorne's armor.
For ordinary Chaos believers, even if they jump and slash, and they are really successful, there will only be a small wound that will cause the devil a little pain.
Not only did Mashlag not retreat, but he pushed forward with his chest, kicked off his hind hooves, and directly used his own weight to drive this ignorant human being into the soil, making him unable to move for a long time.
After defeating the strongest one, the remaining Khorne believers finally told him the truth.
As long as they can contribute champion warriors, they will have a way to turn defeat into victory.
Just a few minutes later, a tied up strong man was delivered to the hands of the followers of Khorne.
That was one of his champion warriors, Abu Kassa. He was a good hunter, a good leader, and a good warrior in the past, but now, everything will be different.
As the skull marks, sacred numbers, and a large number of runes that almost no one could understand all loomed, the champion warrior Abu Kassa exhaled a burst of burning breath in the air.
The changes began. At first, it was just a change in skin color. His entire body began to turn red, exuding a bloody smell.
After that, there were more changes.
The demon occupying the body of the champion warrior moved his hands and feet slightly, and within half a minute, a black giant sword with ferocious serrations gradually appeared in his hand.
This demon, who could no longer be called a human being, headed towards the frontal battlefield without even looking at the ants on the ground.
As he got closer and closer to the battle line, the demon who was originally walking began to turn into running, and he yelled.
"I am Khazar! Destroyer of cowardly puppets and your masters!"
As he spoke, the black giant sword was swung powerfully in his hand, and all the black bones and skeletons that came into contact fell down immediately even if they were not seriously injured.
"Your master's head will be sacrificed to the great Blood God."
For the followers of Khorne and the demon princes who have a little understanding of the demons, the scene in front of them is natural.
In addition to the blood god blessing this place to bleed, the ceremony just now brought a blood reaper and his hell blade to the world at the expense of a champion warrior.
This weapon, called the Hell Blade, can absorb souls and enhance its user's various abilities with just contact.
This heralds one thing for all followers of Khorne - there is no need for extra training, no need to go around, and tricks such as mobile warfare. If you fight head-on, you will be strengthened and you will have eternal life.
The special attack force against the souls seemed quite effective. Only ten minutes later, Nagash, who had left behind a lot of skeletons that could no longer be summoned, cut off his support for this offensive battle.
Soon, all Chaos humans and demons received the news, and Nagashzar withdrew his troops.
At first, they thought this was a great victory, but the warriors of Chaos soon discovered that this short-lived "victory" was not what they wanted, nor was it caused by themselves.
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The Demon Prince quickly obtained accurate information from his best scout, Estil.
Estil, this scout who doesn't know whether to call her or him, has a war horse with the blood of Slaanesh.,
The six breasts it grew did not affect the stallion's running speed. Rather, under the influence of Salish, its speed had exceeded the limit of ordinary war horses, and could even exceed ninety yards. p>
As a result, Estil can always bring the first and most accurate battlefield intelligence to its lord.
"The Lizardmen have arrived, and the Necromancer withdrew his troops for this reason."
Looking at the two poorly made military cards that he placed on the map, like a child scribbling, Marshrag moved his brain that might have dried up a long time ago, and finally got the result.
Nagash's withdrawal was not simply defeated - this result was expected by everyone. After waiting for so long, the owner of the beam finally arrived on the battlefield - but why was Nagash so confident in deploying troops?
What?
As Estil continued to scout the horses to report, the situation on the battlefield gradually became clear before Mashlage's eyes.
These troglodytes and cold lizard riders from the front of the lizardman front spread out to the front, and soon covered any observation point at the foot of Cripple Peak that was not within the range of Nagash.
The scene behind the gravel in any bush cannot escape the eyes of these scouts.
Following these scouts came more behemoth units.
Triceratops was placed in an obvious position in the front array. Their yellow-brown skin was covered with large blue scales, covering them like armor.
The sound of their walking is as heavy as mountains colliding with each other. Every step can make the earth tremble. Even humans following further away can definitely feel the small earthquakes that occur every moment.<
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There are many devices on these stupid behemoths that they cannot know the purpose of, but the information can only go so far.
On the side of the Triceratops that the devil didn't know, and accompanying it below the Triceratops, some red-skinned lizards that were far smaller than the Triceratops were also driven towards the battlefield by the skinks.
These little guys would project a small ball of flame from time to time, scaring other companions around them into running away.
But the Skink did not show any signs of arousal towards them. Instead, it called some Salamanders to come closer to them from time to time and fed them precious drinking water.
Although there has been no stable and clean water source for a long time, most of them have to rely on mages such as Skink Priests to ensure it. However, as an aquatic tribe, Salamanders cannot tolerate an environment without water for too long.
In order to ensure sufficient fire attacks during combat, salamanders need special care.
In comparison, the Skinks are much more versatile and durable. The Skink infantry phalanx that follows the Salamanders does not need to take such care.
They lowered their bodies, as if they were walking on all fours. Although their speed was still very fast, as if they were marching in a hurry, their inability to shake their crowns also showed their physical condition.
Following these lizard-men infantry are the so-called legions of Nehekhara humans that have been stretched too thin and are sparse, as if they will collapse in the next moment.
However, the joys and sorrows of soldiers and officers are not very similar.
When the soldiers were thinking about when they would be able to rest, in Alkadiza's eyes, the fortress exuding a strong sense of death in the distance was already very close at hand.
No one among the Nehekhara people is qualified to question whether the information they receive is always accurate.
Whether it's the pyramid-type architectural style or the arrogant skull statue, in their imagination, there is only one person who can match this aesthetic style.
Many noble generals have even gathered around Alkadiza, telling him or advocating about the past history and launching a quick attack and victory
Alkadiza was sure that both the skinks and humans in the team were showing enough fatigue. If they were to launch an attack, at least they couldn't do it so quickly.
"Wait a minute, all the troops are already quite tired. It is more in our interests to let them rest for an hour before fighting."
King Khemri's lobbying quickly attracted the verbal support of a large number of nobles, including King Astri, but these supports were quickly rejected.
Listening to the noisy sound in his ears, Shi Lan opened his eyes slightly and denied all outside speculations, leaving only one word.
"No need."
Raising his claws, blue-white light began to condense in Slan's hands. Soon, a blue wave caressed the body of each creature. Alkadiza immediately felt as if endless vitality had entered his body.
In the body.
"The attack can now be launched."
Beside Slan, the Skink Priest said this.
The indifferent look in the toad's eyes on the floating chair obviously agreed with the Skink Priest's statement.
Gritting his teeth, Alkadiza contacted the leaders of all the armies in the Nehekhara countries and mobilized about 20,000 phalanx soldiers to arrange counterattack troops along the lower edge of the mountain.
However, the name of this counterattack force soon became empty talk.
Following the constant demands of the Lizardmen, Alkadiza ordered the attack on Nagashzar fifteen minutes after the troops arrived at the combat position.
Originally, the king of Khemri did not hold out any hope. He knew very well that Nehekhara would soon be defeated in such a war of attrition against an enemy that could come back from the dead.
It’s just that things in the world are unpredictable, and the huge semicircular light curtain that suddenly shrouded the top of the mountain immediately attracted Alkadiza’s attention.
On the other side, the Necromancer's attention was also attracted. The exquisite composition of this magic can only be compared to him.
What's more, this magical effect is actually a boundary ritual spell that is solidified in the entire group!
Nagash was quite surprised by this. Among his past enemies, he had never seen anyone with such a level of magic.
Therefore, it is indeed the owner of that beam.
As soon as the undead came into contact with the spearhead emitting holy white light, it immediately disintegrated into a pile of rotten bones. Only the black skeletons engraved with runes could hold on for a while.
But such resistance obviously cannot maintain the front.
The phalanx of human spears on the front is like a mountain hitting a wall, continuously and smoothly advancing towards the top of the mountain.
The lizardmen responsible for the attack on the flanks are making rapid progress. While the humans are still halfway up the mountain, several temple guards are already carrying a large number of skinks and salamanders and are about to arrive at the gate of Nagashzar.<
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Fire bombardment continued towards the reinforcements pouring out of the gate. The blue and yellow flames fell on the skeletons and soon burned into a sea of fire. A small number of skinks even stepped forward in person and smashed some oil cans around their waists.
on the ground.
Suddenly, the flames were beyond the power of human power to stop.
Being cut off from support from the rear, the few skeletons in the front were attacked by humans and only resisted for less than fifteen minutes before they ushered in their final moments.
Such a scene immediately caused a turbulence of will.
"Damn lizard people, you are finished!"
The cold will emerged from the vibrations that can be linked to all intelligent life, but these cold-blooded animals only immediately prepared to face the enemy, and there was not even the slightest vibration in their souls.