Chapter 1378 Heroes are precious! 6000 word chapter
At the gate of Middenheim City, Archaon thought he could quickly capture the overestimating elf in front of him, so he launched the most ferocious attack from the beginning.
However, Tyrion blocked all of Archaon's attacks one by one. The incarnation of the wind of light, the guardian of Ulthuan, and the high elven war lord's martial arts became more and more sophisticated in a series of ordeals. Tyrion can now feel it.
, his martial arts have reached the state of perfection. As the incarnation of the wind of light gradually merges his own power into one, Tyrion has a feeling that he seems to be able to control every aspect of his body.
Pay attention to every detail, feel the expansion and closing of every pore, and accurately distribute every bit of power to every corner of his body. His body is truly and perfectly under his control. This power makes Archaon's
Every attack was easily blocked by Tyrion. Archaon looked at Tyrion and saw the white light emitted from his sun sword. The Everchosen knew that he had met his opponent.
Without confusion or hesitation, Archaon immediately raised his sword and fought with Tyrion. At the time of the Eternal Chosen, at least three hundred Chaos warbands were still queuing up to enter Middenheim.
The Sunfire Sword and the Kingslayer clashed. The dazzling white light made the surrounding Chaos Warriors have to avoid the duel between the two. The slightest collision would be the outcome of destruction. Tyrion's steps were like butterflies flying, the wind of light incarnate.
Come and go, his speed is incredible, even Archaon can't keep up with Tyrion's pace.
However, after dozens of rounds, Tyrion realized that he was losing the duel.
Several times, Tyrion had seized on Archaon's fleeting flaw and resolutely counterattacked. His sword burned with the flames from the sun, bursting out with white light belonging to the wind of light, but
No matter what kind of attack, Archaon cannot be harmed in the slightest, the Eternal Chosen One.
His body seems to be a big dye vat. Any magical energy that touches his body will be immediately devoured and assimilated. As for Tyrion's sword skills, it is indeed unparalleled in the world, but when the Yang Yan Sword keeps bouncing off Moka's armor,
, Tyrion's forehead was already frowning, and his inner armor was soaked with sweat.
He was unable to break through Archaon's defense. The Eternal Chosen in front of him might not be as good at melee combat as himself, but his defense was thousands of times better than mine!
Damn it! If the Sword of Khaine is still there... If I can still... Every fierce attack of Tyrion is calmly resolved by Archaon, and every attack of Archaon makes Tyrion surrounded by danger and light.
The Avatar of the Wind couldn't help but miss the power he had when holding the Sword of Kane. If the Sword of Kane was still in his hand, Tyrion would be confident of breaking through Archaon's defense. The Sunfire Sword is an artifact, but after all it cannot compete with Kane.
Compared with the sword, a super artifact like Gale Maraz.
For now, all we can do is delay Archaon as long as possible!
Thinking of this, Tyrion no longer hesitated, he cheered up and fought Archaon again.
On the other side, the city of Middenheim was in chaos. There were still more than 30,000 defenders in Middenheim. Originally, the morale of these soldiers collapsed because the city gate was broken and both Wotten and Axel were killed.
, just when the soldiers were defeated in panic, they were pleasantly surprised to see the Lord of White Wolf City, Duke of Middenheim, and Grand Duke of Middenland Boris Todbringer back! And he also brought the one-eyed Kaza.
Gram's head!
"Sons of Ulric! Concentrate on me!" Boris is worthy of being the master of Middenheim for decades. As soon as he shouted in a hoarse voice, the Middenheim defenders immediately subconsciously concentrated on Boris, and the defense line
It has been reorganized, and the flag symbolizing the white wolf god Ulric once again stands in the streets. Ulric has not abandoned Middenheim!
Like an old wolf in his twilight years, exhausted but still capable of fighting, Boris's roar awakened the pride of the Midden leaders, and the soldiers returned to their posts one after another, preparing for street fighting.
Boris's one eye searched back and forth among the queue of White Wolf Knights. He knew that he had done something wrong. He knew that he had paid the price for his selfishness and recklessness. He was willing to take responsibility for it, but before all this, he still had
His mission had to be completed, so he and Tyrion entered the underground of Middenheim through an unknown secret passage and returned like lightning from the sewers, just to complete the final deployment.
Soon, he found it: "Harland! You brat! Get over here!"
White Wolf Knight Harland looked confused. The young White Wolf Knight with blond hair, blue eyes and snow-white skin is only in his twenties this year, but has been discussed many times whether he is qualified to enter the inner circle of the Knights. Before Boris
After the assassination, he was naturally selected into the inner circle and became a member of the Teutonic Guard.
"Harland, you bastard, let me ask you, do you like Anne?" Boris pulled Harland over and spit on Harland's face.
Harland's face suddenly turned red. This Teutonic guard had an affair with Boris's daughter. Boris, as the elector, actually saw it and kept silent. Harland himself was very fond of it.
Excellent, he joined the Teutonic Guard before he was thirty years old. Secondly, Haaland was a bit
Background: He is a relative of Ryan's adoptive father Norman. Norman introduced Haaland to Ryan before he died. Due to cultural and environmental considerations, Ryan did not take Haaland away, but the mixed-race people around Haaland
The elf war horse and a dwarf rune weapon can already explain the problem very well.
"Do you like Anne or not?" Boris pinched Harland's neck and shouted like a madman: "Is he a man? Do you have balls? Don't you know how to reply?"
"Yes... I like her!" Harland is also a decent guy. He was embarrassed at first, but when Boris provoked him, he suddenly became angry: "I like her! Your daughter, Anne, too!"
"Good! You're very energetic!" Boris punched Harland hard in the face, causing Harland's nose to bleed: "This is a punishment given to you by a father!"
"Mattak!" Before Harland could react, Boris shouted. The chief wizard of the empire, Greg Mattak, walked out of the crowd: "I'm here, Your Excellency Boris."
"Very good! Very good!" Boris immediately ordered: "Find my daughter, right here, in front of Urick's Castle. I want to watch the wedding of Harland and Anne with my own eyes. Mattak, come here
Officiating the wedding!"
When the elector gave such an order and it was such an emergency, the leaders of Midden no longer hesitated. They temporarily brought Anne out of Urick Castle. Just before the holy fire of the White Wolf God at Urick Castle, on the battlefield
, an extremely simple battlefield wedding was held, with the Chaos Army not even 4 kilometers away from here. Harland temporarily put on a bow tie, and Anne only had time to put a white gauze on her head.
Everything happened so wonderfully and suddenly.
"Then, now, I declare that the groom can kiss the bride!" Just as Matak's greasy voice fell, Harland only had time to kiss Anne gently on the lips, and Boris put the Rune Tooth in the scabbard and stuffed it.
into his arms.
"Your Majesty the Elector?" Haaland was startled.
"Elector? You still call me elector?" Boris finally smiled. The old guy raised his chin and signaled: "No, now, you are the elector. Haaland, my son-in-law, I will
Elector, the identity of the head of the Todbringer family is announced. From today on, you are the elector of the empire, Duke of Middenheim, Grand Duke of Middenland! The new head of the Todbringer family!"
After saying that, Boris took out his stainless steel sword from Harland's waist, laughed heartily, put on his cloak, and rushed toward the father without looking back as his daughter Anne called her father in tears.
Burning streets.
Well, that's enough, old fellow, that's enough.
While running, Boris's face was filled with a satisfied smile.
My time has passed, Harland is a good boy, he will be good to Anne.
This is enough, Boris Todbringer will have no more regrets in his life!
Run forward!
Facing the Chaos Hell Cannon!
How can you feel the greatness of Yurik without going through hardships?
Archaon cannot bring us to our knees and beg for mercy!
Even if the blood is all over the wolf robe~~~
Keep it up, Todd Bollinger’s pride~
How can you see the brilliance of White Wolf City if you don’t persist to the end?
Instead of living in an ignoble way, it’s better to fight to your heart’s content!
Charlemagne will return like lightning!
With this belief, Boris, wearing a wolf robe and holding a stainless steel sword and shield, rushed into the Chaos army: "Come on! Damn Yankees, come and taste Ulric's fangs!"
After this day, no one saw Boris Todbringer again.
The remaining Middenheim defenders, united under the command of the two electors Harland and Anne, launched an extremely fierce street battle with the Chaos Army. The two sides fought along every block and every building.
Buildings and even every alley were involved in bloody battles. Relying on the blessing of Ulric's Holy Fire, the Chaos Army was unable to completely control the Midden Sea despite being overwhelmed by the number and quality of its troops and breaking the city gate.
Mu!
The war is still going on.
.........I am the dividing line between the hearts of white wolves chasing dreams......
Outside the city, the army of Nicohara was rising to kill. Emperor Settra stood on his chariot of the gods, slaughtering the Chaos warriors like mowing grass. While looking for valuable targets, an uninvited guest suddenly
blocked his progress.
Katep, the eldest Lich High Priest, ran out of the darkness and blocked Settra's way. The great King of Kings of Nicohara was furious that the exile dared to appear: "Katep, you actually
Come back with dignity! I once told you that you must not appear in front of Nicohara and me before you help me regain my body and become the perfect god in the true sense. Otherwise, I will kill you. Have you ever remembered?
?”
"Yes, Wei Chen remembers." Kapu's voice was very bitter.
"So, have you found a way?" Settra said coldly, and the Blessed Sword of Petra of Emperor Nicohara was already placed next to Kapu's neck.
"No, but I have important news. Your Majesty, please be sure to listen carefully." Kapu was not frightened. The Lich High Priest seized the fleeting opportunity and immediately told Settra the truth about Middenheim.
, Archaon, the Eternal God of Chaos, is conquering Middenheim. As long as he enters the underground of Middenheim and activates the instrument, the world will be completely destroyed and everything will be reduced to dust, including Settra's dominance and his re-establishment.
The dream of conquering the world and becoming a perfect god will become empty talk.
After saying all this, Tomb Lich High Priest Katep crouched down, waiting for his destined blow.
He knew very well who Settra was. If Settra won the final victory in the Battle of Middenheim, or even when the Emperor successfully opened the Black Pyramid and obtained part of the power of Nagash, he would come up and give him a gift.
A lot of false flattery, maybe Settra can forgive his sins when he is happy, but what he is saying now is cold and does not conform to the truth that King Sai likes, so he has no chance of survival.
But he still wants to say it, because Katep's loyalty to Settra does not need words to describe!
After Settra listened to Katep's description, Emperor Nicohara's expression gradually changed from anger to coldness. He understood that Katep was giving his last loyalty to bring him the truth, which made him always loyal.
Kamurikara, who was so decisive in killing, even showed a trace of hesitation.
Katep didn't have to wait long, Petra's Blessing Blade slashed down, and the Lich High Priest's head flew out and rolled several times on the ground.
Settra is Settra. As a king, he will never go back on the words he has said, the oaths he has sworn, and the decisions he has made. Nothing can compare to the dignity of Emperor Nicohara! Even Kapu's
Neither is loyalty!
But Settra already knows Katep's message.
Amidst the blast of horns, the most famous warriors in all of Khemri appeared at the Emperor's command: Settra's Eagle Legion.
In the ancient times of the Nicohara 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. When the enemy sees their turquoise shields on the battlefield, they know that defeat is doomed.
The Settra War Eagle Legion has one hundred legions and 10,000 warriors. Although this is less than one-tenth of the total strength of Settra's infantry, the number alone cannot explain their extraordinary achievements. While alive, it is said that the War Eagle Legion
Each blade wielded is worth four of the enemy's weapons. 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 Khemri, King of Kings, True Ruler of Earth, Sky and the Four Horizons, rides into war, with the crown of Nicohara upon his brow, the sacred blade of Petra
Holding it in his strong hands, the fire of war burned in his hollow eye sockets.
"Pass the Emperor's order, concentrate your strength, and break through the Chaos Army's defense line!"
"Archaon, the Eternal Chosen One?" The great Emperor Nicohara announced that the entire army would concentrate on breaking through the main force of the Chaos Army and advance towards Middenheim: "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 Middenheim. Settra went to fight in person.
However, the Tomb King's retreat had devastating consequences for the Alliance of Order 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 Knights of Eternal Light disappeared in the counterattack against the Skaven, engulfed in the flames of the warpstone.
After annihilating twenty times their number of Skaven, the Moorish Knights finally succumbed to the Ratling volleys of the Stormvermin 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 High King Thorgrim's Eternal Guard decreased again and again, until they were less than a thousand.
The doomsday anvil of the dwarf runemaster Thorik-Ironbrow has burned hot and has been used to its limit. If it is used again, the anvil will completely shatter.
There is also the Butcher King Agrim-Iron Fist. He has lost count of how many behemoths he has killed in the Mord clan. A series of holes have appeared on the artifact battle axe, the Ax of Dago, and he has cut so many holes.
On this day, most of the dwarf butchers achieved the most glorious death as they wished.
After finally repelling another attack from the Mord clan, Agrim-Ironfist threw aside the completely scrapped Dagor Ax, picked up a machete from the ground, and was guarded by about a hundred dwarf butchers.
Beside their king, among others, the wood elf hero Araloth, holding the Starfire Spear, panting, helped the Butcher King to defend one side.
They were surrounded.
"Hey, it's really embarrassing. I didn't expect that my last battle would be with an elf kid. This is not honorable at all." Agrim Iron Fist looked at countless Ska who were surrounding him from all directions.
The rats of the Wen clan, as well as the Right Claw of the Morder clan in the distance, Slott the Unclean One, and the strongest mutant rat troll under its command, the most successful forbidden biological weapon of the Morder clan - Gurchi,
Couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Aralos also had a premonition that the last moment was coming. He raised his head carelessly. If I could die here today with such honor, I would definitely become an epic legend and Lilith would definitely remember my sacrifice. Since
Why should I not be reconciled to this?
Thinking of this, the wood 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 of many glorious ways to die, but I didn't expect that there would be pointed ears and Varaya's beer in the scene. It's really terrible."
"So... what if you die in battle with your friends?" Aralos asked softly.
Agrim-Ironfist was silent. The Butcher King's eyes moved from the swarming army of ratmen to Aralos. After a long time, he uttered one word: "Aye!"
"Listen to me, elf boy, you are different from other pointed ears. Today should not be the day for your death." The Butcher King seemed to have made up his mind, and he took a step forward: "You can retreat, leave this place to me and Card
Heirs of Lin, you and Thor Green retreat together, we will need you in the next battle!"
"Dwarf, you?" Alaros already understood what Agrim wanted to do, and just as he was about to dissuade him, the Butcher King shook his head violently: "I have been pursuing a glorious death all my life. Now, on such an exciting battlefield,
Such a gorgeous stage and such a heroic sacrifice are my lifelong wish, so please don't stop me from realizing my ideal, okay?"
Aralos stopped talking, and the wood elf hero had tears in his eyes. He paid the Butcher King the highest courtesy of Easley, but couldn't help but ask, with a cry in his voice: "But... what about the wind of fire?
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"I really like what you said by Eslay: Life will always find its own way." Agrim smiled: "The wind of fire is not my thing, and it never has been."
"Son of Kaderin, raise your axe, let us give these rats an unforgettable ending!" Under the order of the Butcher King, all the dwarf butchers gathered together and launched a campaign under the leadership of Agrim
The final charge.
The horn kept sounding, and Agrim completely unleashed the power of the wind of fire. His whole body was gradually enveloped in flames, sweeping along. The bodies of rats 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 battle ax in his hand struck the arresting rod in the hand of Slott The Unclean One.
Then, the Butcher King reached out and strangled 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 Gurchi charged and knocked the Butcher King and Slott away, pressing them against the wall of the old military camp.
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 with the hand knife, and one of Gulch's arms was cut off directly. However, the cannibal rat giant didn't feel any pain. It remained
One of his hands pressed down on the Butcher King's body, pressing it against the collapsed wall, making him unable to move.
"So, it's over!" Agrim tightened his grip on Slott's neck with one hand, and grabbed Gurchi's arm with the other hand.
Flames released.
A hundred-meter-high pillar of fire ignited on the entire Middenheim battlefield. The orange-red flames were like fountains, reaching into the clouds. Bright tongues of flames licked the air. Tens of thousands of Skaven and all members of the Mord clan were around.
The elite were all engulfed in flames.
King Karak-Kadrin, the Butcher King, the wind of fire transformed into Agrim-Ironfist, fell on the outskirts of Middenheim.
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 stagnated, seemingly intimidated by this terrible explosion. Taking advantage of this opportunity, High King Thorgreen led the remaining dwarves to turn around and also rush towards Middenheim.