The first thousand two hundred and two chapters nine demon battle
"How many enemies do we have to face? One to fifty? One to a hundred?"
"This is suicide."
"It is impossible for us to rescue the little queen."
"Today is the day we die."
When the high elves' army arrived at the location of the Nine Demon Rings, the high elves' army of only a thousand people found that their opponent was an undead army of more than one hundred thousand.
Arkhan and Manfred mobilized their entire armies. While Arkhan focused all his attention on the resurrection ceremony, Manfred's three most elite troops, the Paladins of Duncanhoff (Black Knights of the Undead),
Helmut's Guards (Elite Grave Guards) and Duncanhoff Guards (Elite Grave Guards) are all ready for battle. Not to mention anything else, the total number of these three elite troops alone is
Twice as many as high elves.
In addition, Arkhan also sent Gul out. This super zombie king once again served Nagash. The three elite Tomb Guards under Gul were also ready for battle. They were respectively
It is the Nushi Lake Skeleton Army, the Heavenly Tribulation Army, and the Netherworld Army. These tomb guards continue to serve Gul.
The Nagashzar Guards, the strongest Tomb Guard unit that dealt a fatal blow to the high elves in the Battle of Nagashzar, guarded the ceremony site, and surrounding them were the reserves of the undead army - the Ghost Knights.
The Nether Knights are Manfred's personal direct army. This army only obeys Manfred. Their proud history of serving the Von Carstein family can be traced back to the rise of vampires in the Empire. Since those days
They received countless terrifying names on the battlefield. Dark magic surged around these knights, forming an aura of death and fear. When the knights silently lowered their spears, a cold light flashed from their empty eye holes. This usually
It's the last thing the enemy on the opposite side sees.
In other words, the number of elite troops of the undead alone is ten times that of the high elves.
For a moment, the entire elven army was silent, and every descendant of Ulthuan understood that this was their last battle.
The Ruthless One - Eltharion stood in front of the entire army. The bone-chilling wind of Sylvania blew through Prince Yris's armor and hair. Sylvania is very cold. There will be no sunshine here all year round. Undead
The wind is vast and vast, the lonely world is so chilling and depressing, a desolate scene of the end of the world that makes people feel chilly in their bones.
In the distance, the undead army is endless. They are as numerous as the sea water surrounding Ulthuan. From time to time, the soul fire sprayed from the face of the skeleton warrior is like the waves crashing on the shore, hitting the high elves one after another.
Their defensiveness.
Every son of Ulthuan couldn't help but sing the elegy of the Elven Empire when they saw this scene before them.
They came to save the little queen, but why were they the only ones? There were only more than a thousand of them?
Where are the armies of high elves sweeping across the world?
Where are the legendary Phoenix Guards, the roaring Caledor dragons, the scornful dragon ship fleet, the gorgeous and smooth elven phalanx and the giant eagle knights, those Charis war lions and magical phoenixes?
Why are we alone?
Fifteen hundred people against a hundred thousand, against dozens of layers of shield walls against the undead, almost every Ulthuan warrior was sadly unable to speak. Many couldn't help but shed tears, and some even couldn't help but burst out loud.
When they cry, they are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of dying without value, afraid of dying anonymously, and afraid that all their efforts will be in vain.
Asuryan is above, how many more hardships will Asur have to go through? Why do the gods treat us like this? What have we done wrong?
Even Princess Adira and the wise Belannar couldn't help but waver.
"Why are you crying?" Only the cold one, Eltharion, said coldly to everyone as before, pointing the blade sword in his hand towards the sea of undead, his voice was like Yris
As firm as a guiding stone: "My father, my family, they all paid the price with their lives to guard Ulthuan. I
We Yrysians have guarded the sea for Ulthuan for generations, life after life. Even in the most difficult moments, even when the green-skinned and pot-bellied King Gollum destroyed Tal-Yrys, we all
You have never despaired, and you are willing to sacrifice your body to dedicate your strength to Ulthuan. What do you have to cry about?"
All the elf soldiers were silent.
Seeing that there was still no response from everyone, Elsharion continued: "Who am I? Everyone, tell me."
"You are our commander-in-chief, the prince of Yris!" An elf noble came up and said loudly.
"So, do you believe your prince?" Elsharion's face was expressionless, looking at everyone with his lower eyes.
"Your Highness, your people will always follow you no matter what circumstances they encounter, no matter what outcome they face." The elf noble said loudly.
"No matter what outcome we face?" Elsharion repeated, and he looked into the distance again. He saw tens of thousands of undead armies, thousands of barren tomb guards, countless skeleton knights and black knights, and many more.
There are countless undead monster troops, as well as Manfred von Carstein and the legendary corpse king Gul.
"We swear to serve." All the elves shouted in unison.
Yes, even if we are outnumbered, even if we have no chance of winning, even if we are destined to die, how can Asul's pride be stopped by a mere undead? How can it be taken away in a mere battle?
Asul, just disdain!
Gradually, the high-elite soldiers changed. They no longer cried and were no longer sad. The young spearmen stretched out their hands to wipe away their tears, and their eyes on the undead became more firm. They regarded death as home.
Eltharion was pleased to see that the morale of the Asurs was high. Every elven warrior raised his weapon and gave military salutes to their commander. The army's front spread out like a wave, and everyone's face was full of joy.
Assur's pride and pride arose.
This is Asul!!!
The horn belonging to Yris has sounded. Even in the face of an army of more than 100,000 undead, the sound of the elves' horn can still be heard clearly throughout the cursed land of the undead.
They are all warriors, they are all true warriors. Their blood and sacrifice will comfort the gods, the entire Ulthuan, and everything we have done. Eltharion raised the Blade Fang proudly.
Sword, giving the final military salute to everyone.
On the body of the strong gryphon Stormwing, the prince was as cold and ruthless as he had been cruelly watching for hundreds of years. The cold wind of Sylvania blew his hair and cloak, even if it was fifteen hundred
Against one hundred thousand, even if the two promised reinforcements failed to arrive, and even if the human army recklessly destroyed itself, Eltharion's war cry still shocked the Lich King Arkhan and the last vampire Count Manfr who were casting spells.
Reid felt terrified.
"Forward! Azul!"
"For the Phoenix Court, for Alishara, for ~Ulthuan!!!"
Like a silver thunderbolt that exploded the dark clouds before the storm, the high elves began to charge.
The Sons of Ulthuan knew very well that this battle was a life-or-death battle, but they no longer cared. Every elf sang the ancient war song of the Elf Empire. Wherever they passed, they fought through thorns and thorns, sweeping past, and the undead,
Monsters or ghosts fell one after another in front of the high-elf warriors.
The wise Belannar leads a team of Hoth sword masters. Each swing of the giant sword carefully crafted in the Vaal anvil can chop up a large piece of skeleton ribs and chop out pieces of bone. The Hoth sword
The number of saints is small but they can outnumber ten, and their progress is almost unstoppable.
The Second Archmage's magic power has been weakened in the extremely terrifying environment of Sylvania. However, Belannar is still the supreme archmage second only to Teclis in the entire Ulthuan.
The black torrent coming,
Belannar raised his hand and performed a meteorite technique. The scorching hot meteorites bombarded the undead army, rumbling incessantly, smashing the undead crowding up until their flesh and blood flew everywhere. They howled miserably, but the undead were too powerful.
If there are too many, one group will die and another group will rush up.
At the same time, Belannar has to fight against dozens of necromancers on his own. The second archmage must take care of melee combat, spellcasting and suppressing the wind of magic at the same time. This will be an extremely severe challenge.
On the left wing of the front was Princess Adira's Tyranlok chariot troops and the charge of the knights. The barren and dry land of Sylvania trembled under the trampling of the elf war horses.
The huge waves swept away all the nearby undead. Each elf knight carried his own unparalleled pride and vowed to vent all his anger on the undead.
The elves were so brave and fearless that they almost broke through the army of the undead. When Princess Adira realized that everything was going well before she could report, a large group of tomb guards had gathered. It was Gul, Gul and it.
Two Tomb Guard legions under his command, Tyronlo
The sharp steel knives on the wheels of the tank exploded into sparks when they came into contact with these super-heavy armored units. An entire row of graveyard guards had their knees chopped off, but it also slowed down the tank. The knights
It is impossible to break through the shield wall formed by the elite of the Tomb Guarding Netherwalker Legion.
As soon as the momentum of the charge weakened, the ancient halberd pierced the body of the war horse and the knight's scales one by one. The chariot was forced to slow down. A bloodthirsty bat wolf rushed from the side and smashed the chariot with its head.
Overturned, the chariot rider fell to the ground and was disemboweled. Princess Adira met Gul. From the first confrontation, she knew that she was definitely no match for Gul, so she could only pull the reins and signal to disperse to both sides.
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The one rushing at the front is Eltharion, the prince of Yris. He and his gryphon Storm Wings rush at the front. Every time the blade fang sword is sent out, it can kill a powerful enemy. Every time the gryphon flaps its wings, it can kill a powerful enemy.
The spears and spears that could sweep nearby were broken. The fragile body structure of the skeleton warriors could not support the huge force of the Storm Wings, and they shattered like glass.
Following the gap created by Eltharion, a group of Mistwalker troops, the Oathbreakers of Essolama, bravely moved forward. As the former bodyguards of Eltharion's late father, these Mistwalkers failed to fulfill their responsibility to protect the prince.
Feeling guilty for their failure, and vowing to make up for their mistakes by dying for Eltharion, these warriors never lacked courage and determination to fight. They used spears to pierce the skulls of the undead and used sharp blades to cut open the undead.
body.
A group of Astari sentries keenly noticed the tomb evil spirits and tomb ghouls emerging from the undead queue. Under the leadership of the captain, they bent their bows and set arrows, and a rain of arrows like locusts harvested these possibilities.
The monsters that stopped the elven warriors from moving forward so that they could maintain their impact. These sentries guaranteed Eltharion's charge and advance, but they were soon surrounded by the undead and had nowhere to escape.
The road is alive.
"We can only stop here, Your Highness, I wish you success." The sentries burst out with their last courage and started fighting with the undead around them, holding back these enemies so that their prince and the Mist Walker troops could keep moving forward.
impact.
Standing on the Ring of Nine Demons, Manfred watched in disbelief as a group of more than a thousand elf actually broke through several layers of military formations and were about to reach Nagashiza's guards, the Paladins of Duncanhoff,
Duncan Hough Guards before the Legion, the last vampire uncle
Jue was a little stunned. He looked at the ceremony site, where the eternal little queen Alisara was firmly imprisoned by iron chains and magic, and smiled: "Hey, our little queen, look quickly, your tribe is coming.
Come and die, aren't you happy?"
"Manfred, you scum of the world." Alisara's consciousness was still clear at this time. The little queen looked at the heroic and fearless charge of the elves, and the fire of hope ignited in her already desperate heart. She understood
Eltharion, her father's best friend, once made up his mind, no one could stop him.
Perhaps, there was still a chance. Alisara gave Manfred a hard look, and then no matter how provocative Manfred was, she stopped uttering any words.
Manfred suddenly felt very bored. For him, seeing the pain and despair of others was the greatest pleasure. He immediately focused his attention on Arkhan, and saw that the Lich King had taken out the dagger.
, slit the throat of Archbishop Isabella, the goddess of war, and sacrificed it, and the hot blood mixed with the power of faith was poured into the altar.
Archbishop Vekmar is still cursing angrily. He seems to have a very good vocabulary of curse words. He curses with different words all the time, but it is of no use. He is now tied with iron ropes, wearing the armor of Nagash, and wearing the armor of Nagash.
Gash's severed hand is ready to receive the power of the Lord of the Dead.
"Manfred, it's your turn." Seeing Eltharion getting closer and closer, Arkhan's impatient voice sounded: "If we can't stop this group of elves and let them disturb the resurrection ceremony, everything will be over.
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"...As you wish." Manfred glanced at the still stubborn Little Queen of Eternity with disdain for the last time. The Vampire Count knew that it was not good for him to leave the ceremony now, because his plan was to fight at a critical moment.
He can perform random rituals and directly absorb Nagash's power - this will make him a demigod and crown him the Lord of Death.
However, as Arkhan said, if the resurrection ceremony is disrupted by the elves, then everything he has fought for will be in vain, and this is not what Manfred wants to see.
Under Arkhan's repeated urging, Manfred mounted his undead horse and led the Duncanhof Paladins, Duncanhof Guard Corps and the Nether Knights to join the battlefield.
The addition of Manfred was a fatal blow to the high elf. As a dual-system (death system, undead system) sanctuary archmage, and a family leader-level vampire, Manfred has both magic and martial arts skills.
This means that if you want to fight against Manfred, you must be able to deal with his not vulnerable melee combat (Tyrion's evaluation) and various powerful black magics (Teclis' evaluation), not to mention the Duncan Hough Paladins.
, the Guards Corps and the Nether Knights are three elite groups that can instantly overwhelm the entire battlefield.
If Alisala had some hope for the future before, what the little queen saw next made her unable to help but shed muddy tears.