"Is that so? Is that violent mad woman who has been clamoring to marry the Blood God dead?" Archaon heard the news and sensed it. Yes, Valkyrie was dead and was killed by the Knight Queen.
Killed by Sulia.
Khorne's blessing was supposed to resurrect Valkyrie, but it didn't work. Archaon wasn't interested in knowing why, because it wasn't important.
"Yes, the Eternal Chosen One, Valkyrie is dead." The original demon prince, Be'lak, whispered beside Archaon: "That's a crazy woman. All her dreams are to carry all the heads in the world.
Marry the Blood God on the Brazen Throne."
"To die with such a purpose, Valkyrie can be regarded as benevolent." Archaon said silently, and the Eternal Chosen looked at Middenheim in the distance: "If this is the fate of a warrior, then then
So be it."
"Eternal Chosen, if you think so, why do you want to start this war?" The original demon prince Be'lakor was puzzled by Archaon's attitude.
“Urik led their way in a pillar of cloud by day, and gave them light by night in a pillar of fire, so that they could walk day and night. The pillar of cloud by day and the pillar of fire by night did not depart from the presence of the people.
Yurik went ahead of them, setting a pillar of cloud during the day to guide them, and a pillar of fire at night to hold them as candles to help them move forward, both day and night. The pillar of cloud by day and the pillar of fire by night should not leave the front of the people."
Archaon did not answer. On the contrary, the Eternal Chosen recited the classics of the White Wolf God. He looked at the ever-burning holy fire on the Great Temple of Ulric's Castle on the top of Middenheim and continued to recite:
"Urik is my strength, my song, my support, my god, I praise him, the power of the wolf god, I honor him, Urik is a warrior, his name is the White Wolf, for the White Wolf
God, your right hand commends glory; God of the White Wolf, your right hand corrupts and brings hatred.”
"Guide the redeemed people with kindness and with great power, and lead them into the sanctuary. You will lead them into the holy place and plant them in the holy mountain of your eternal inheritance, which is the residence that Euric has prepared for the Teutons.
The Holy House of Hands, the Castle of Ulric, the Holy Mountain of Ulric, the Holy City, Middenheim.”
Billak narrowed his eyes. This is an extremely ancient story. This story tells the story of the barbarian tribes on the other side of the Roof of the World Mountains who faced corruption and the slaughter of the Chaos Nomads. They received the revelation of the true God and crossed the Roof of the World Mountains.
To the old world, under the guidance of Ulric, Middenheim was founded, and they called themselves Teutons.
Even though I don't know how many years have passed, Archaon still remembers this ancient epic. He was once Didric.
Just once.
"Charlemagne is a lie, and so is Ulric." The Eternal Chosen said calmly: "I will prove it all."
Bilak agreed on his face, but he was sneering in his heart.
There must be something within Middenheim that deserves Archaon's attention. Unfortunately, Archaon is only willing to share the core secrets with the people he trusts most, and that certainly does not include Be'lakk.
Billak believed that he would figure everything out.
"The Eternal Chosen, the Tomb King's army is approaching!" The members of the Sword of Chaos came in to report.
"It doesn't matter, let him do it." Archaon paused for a second: "Where is Chuanquero? Why doesn't his Skaven army take action?"
"The messenger has..."
"Send someone to urge him!" Archaon said coldly. He looked out from the Chaos Camp. The Eternal Chosen smiled grimly and said, "Look, the elves can't hold on any longer."
The Elf Empire's army was indeed unable to hold up at first. This was really because the Elf Empire consumed too much power in the Elf Civil War.
Malekith's army can still rely on Orika's blessing to support it, but Alarielle's army really can't hold on anymore.
At this time, there were only a few thousand people left around Alarielle. The Avalon sisters who originally had a formation of a thousand people, only a few dozen were still alive after a series of disasters, and there were not many Thorn sisters left.
, they withered one after another under the razor of the Slaanesh demon. The Marauder Riders of Arion, the Sky Eagle Legion of Yris, the Sea Guards of Lothern, and the Dragon Princes of Caledor guarded the last position of the Eternal Queen.
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The most troublesome thing is that Alarielle is aging.
She is aging rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even the wind of life cannot stop the aging of the Eternal Queen. Her skin begins to become densely wrinkled, her arms gradually wither, and her eye sockets become black and sunken. Before the war begins
She still looks like a young and beautiful girl in her twenties, but now she looks more like a fifty-year-old aunt among humans. Her originally bright golden hair has turned into dark yellow and as dry as straw.
This cannot be blamed on the incarnation of the wind of life. She gave too much power to her people. Constantly resurrecting and curing all the elves' illnesses caused Alarielle to lose too much power. In this land, the chaos of
The corruption was so severe that Alarielle was exhausted by awakening a large number of ancient treants to participate in the battle.
But the Slaanesh demons would not stop because of Alarielle's exhaustion. Lucius, the chief demon of Slaanesh, continued to attack. Only the ancient, immortal tree people were still fighting for the old world. Under the leadership of Durthu
Below, the ancient tree people used their giant fists to smash the skulls of Slaanesh demons, smash the purple armor of Slaanesh demons, and evaporate their flesh and blood.
The demons of Slaanesh did not know how to deal with the formation of the ancient trees at first, but they soon understood that attacking the ancient trees was not strong and slow to respond. At the beginning of the battlefield, the elven warriors were responsible for protecting the ancient trees.
Where people are vulnerable, but as time goes by, piles of corpses replace the elves' positions, and one after another the ancient tree men fall under the swords and axes of the northern barbarians, and the poison quenched by the Slaanesh demons
The weapon cut through the ancient tree people's solid skin.
The ancient tree people gave out the ancient echo. They fell one after another. The number of the army of life incarnations became smaller and smaller, while the support of the Chaos Army continued. When Dursu finally waved his sword, the entire Chaos army was destroyed.
After the war group was eliminated, it saw fifteen Chaos war groups coming from a distance, holding various flags and shouting slogans for the Prince of Joy.
The ancient tree man Dursu doesn't feel tired at all, but whenever an ally falls around him, his anger will burn further. He knows that the end of failure is right in front of him, and the world will soon be destroyed.
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Without much time to think, Durthu still had to face Lucius, the chief demon of Slaanesh, who raised the sword of Dais, which was forged from the Starlight Forge by the woodland lord Dais and the incarnation of Vaal, the god of forging.
Several rice grains have broken out of the artifact. After losing its maker, the artifact cannot be maintained. Dursu doesn't know how long it can last.
The ancient tree people used to be the embodiment of love, integrity, and friendliness during the Elf Empire. Later, due to the influence of chaos corruption and the anger of the forest being cut down, Durtsu fell into a rage. This primitive anger lasted for thousands of years.
, until it met Alarielle.
The contact with the Everqueen purged Durthu's anger forever, and the Excalibur Tree King began to see the world with clarity.
The world is about to be destroyed, and Dursu knows very well that there is almost no chance of winning this war.
The power of the Sword of Dais was still powerful. The flames from the Starlight Forge burst out from the blade and tore apart the space, burning Lucius's whole body. The chief demon of Slaanesh kept screaming, not knowing how powerful it was.
Pleasure is still painful, but Lucius
Si did not slow down, its sharp claws tore open Dursu's steel-hard skin, and the sap like blood flowed out. There was no pain on Dursu's ferocious face, and its arms
Roots stretched out from above, binding Lucius tightly.
The chief demon of Slaanesh tried to break away, but it failed. Durthu seemed to have made up his mind. The ancient tree man completely liberated all the sword of Dais. The sword exploded into pieces, and starlight fire enveloped Lucius's body. This time
The chief demon of Slaanesh finally howled in pain, smelling the sweet smell of his own burning body!
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Dursu pushed Lucius away. The ancient tree man elder knew what else he could do. He came to Alarielle's side and looked at Alarielle who was corrupted and exhausted. Dursu
Like a kind elder, he stretched out one of his fingers and touched the forehead of the Eternal Queen.
All the corruption of Chaos was absorbed into Durthu's body, which replaced Alarielle to bear the erosion of Chaos, and at the same time injected all the essence of itself as the ancient tree spirit into Alarielle's body.
The Eternal Queen bloomed like a flower again. Her wounds healed, wrinkles faded from her skin, and the light shone on her body again. Alarielle looked at Durthu, and two lines of clear tears fell from the Eternal Queen's face for a long time.
A long time ago, Adanhu, one of the three ancient tree men, sacrificed himself to save the wood elf queen Alaire. Now history has repeated itself. After all, the elves owe the tree men too much.
The twigs on Durthu's fingers swept across Alarielle's face, and the ancient tree man showed an expression like a smile to indicate to Alarielle that she didn't need to worry about it. The power needed to save the Eternal Queen was less than it imagined.
, Durthu was already dying, but the tree man elder felt that there was still something he could do.
At this time, Lucius finally got rid of the flames of the Sword of Dais. The chief demon of Slaanesh was burned black all over and his eyes were temporarily blinded. Durthu immediately hugged Lucius tightly with both arms, and the ancient tree
The man was entangled with the chief demon of Slaanesh and remained motionless.
The two sides began to compete for strength, and the surrounding elves immediately saw that Dursu's body was drying up quickly, and its body was quickly losing strength. Lucius proudly pushed Dursu back: "The Prince of Darkness is not something you and other mortals can fight against.
of!"
Durthu had no reaction. The ancient tree man concentrated its last strength, and a thorn spike with a diameter of one meter burst out from its chest. It pierced Lucius's chest face to face and tore out the heart of Slaanesh.
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Lucius only had time to look down and the chief demon of Slaanesh suddenly laughed: "I see...did you think so from the beginning? Awesome!"
After saying this, the chief demon of Slaanesh suddenly fell to the ground and turned into flying ashes.
Dursu's body also relaxed. The thorny skin on the surface of this most ancient and powerful treant withered and then cracked. The leaves fell from his shoulders like dust, leaving only a petrified body on the spot.
wreckage.
The three ancient treants, the great elders of the Woodland Treant Council, once visited Ulthuan and sheltered a pair of Alario's children. Durthu, who played a crucial role in the settlement of Athel Loren by the wood elves,
Fallen outside the city of Middenheim.
Thanks to Durthu's sacrifice, the Slaanesh army finally collapsed, and the Elven Imperial Army continued to advance. Alarielle and others, with endless hatred, vowed to make Chaos pay the price.
So far, the first phase of the surprise attack by the Alliance of Order has achieved considerable results, but it has also suffered huge losses. The Imperial Army and the Undead Army have made rapid progress, and the Breton Army has also killed the Khorne Army after a slight resistance.
Taking the Chosen Champion of Khorne, Skaar-Bloodfury, and the Bride of Khorne, Valkyrie, as symbols of victory, they continue to approach Middenheim.
The one that suffered greater losses was the Elf Empire army, which barely managed to complete its goal at the expense of Dursu.
On the dwarf side, the armies of High King Thorgrim and Butcher King Agrim-Ironfist are fighting against the Skaven. The Skaven are led by the Chief Gray Claw Seer Tranquillo and the Unholy One.
Lot, the numerous behemoths of the Mord clan fight with the colossi of the dwarves
Together, rows of solid dwarf phalanxes are facing the impact of the Skaven wave. Everyone knows that this is a meaningless war of attrition, but they have to fight, otherwise the rat tide will engulf the Order coalition's positions.
, delaying the coalition forces and buying time for the Eternal Chosen One.
Archaon and Lion, the commanders of the Chaos Army and the Order Army, knew very well that the first phase of the war was over and the second phase was about to begin.
But before that, the arrival of a group of uninvited guests attracted the attention of both parties.
At the end of the horizon, a large number of stone statues made in the images of gods, kings and mythical creatures appeared.
Under the control of the tomb technician, they strode into the battlefield.
In the gaps between the towering ancient tomb squares are ancient tomb chariots, and war machines called marble beasts are wandering. The bronze giant statue jingles in front; the giant sword it carries is human
four times as high.
War Sphinx, Desert Vulture, Holy Titan, Tomb Scorpion, and row after row of Ushabit giant archers form a huge team of war statues.
This is a powerful army. The emerald sentinels from Lybalas, the skull guardians and the snake-headed undead sphinxes from Coffin Canyon march together.
Among this army of lifelike war colossi are the Necron Sphinx from the Golden Skull of Maharak and the Ushabit Emerald Phalanx from the Temple of the Crocodile God in Ka-Sabai.
Quata's alabaster army, as well as the guardians of the gates of Numas, and the war sphinxes with gorgeous gold trim at both ends, marched forward with great strides as they charged straight into the battlefield.
Astri's red jackals howled as they strode forward - their weapons smeared with crimson blood that had never been dry.
The Lord of the Desert of Nicohara, the King of the Tomb Kings, and the ultimate conqueror of the world, Emperor Settra has arrived, and his bodyguards, the Royal Chariot Guards, follow the king forward, and are included in the Emperor's great army.
There were hundreds of chariots, but none as powerful or fearsome as the chariots guarded by the Royal Chariots.
These heavy chariots are driven by the Tomb Guard, who was commanded by the great leader Niberthar before he was promoted to higher honors. They carry the symbols and insignia of Settra and are very popular in the desert.
They can be seen from afar because their precious metals and jewelry sparkle in a dazzling way.
The ancient dragon demon, Kolie Sun-Eater, who had committed countless crimes, had his huge head hanging on the front of Settra's golden chariot. The Immortal Emperor displayed his trophies and ordered its great army to advance.
Launch an attack on the Army of Chaos and the Army of Order!
"The greatest civilization will rise again, and the living will tremble in fear, because the age of the body is over!"
"Emperor Nicohara will rule over everything, and everyone should kneel down before Kamulikara!"