Chapter 1379: Brothers reunited across 5,000 years of battlefield
On the battlefield, on the Rainbow Bridge, on the metal bridge, and on the city of Middenheim, everyone saw this scene. The Butcher King Agrim-Ironfist died.
Ryan remained silent, and he 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 come!" Diego could feel the original body's anxiety.
"What's the hurry!" Ryan scolded: "Do you think this is still in subspace?"
"There will be a time when it's your turn to go into battle, Grand Master of the Gray Knights!" Leman Russ stepped on the Rainbow Bridge. It felt very strange: "Including me, there will be times when we should take action, but not now."
Almost at the same time, all the incarnations who noticed this situation became nervous. The eight magical winds must be complete before they can work together to activate the ancient saint instrument and try to close the north and south pole portals to isolate the wind of chaos. Now the eight magical winds have been
If you lose Yifeng, what should you do next?
Outside the city, in the Council of Magisters of the White Tower of Hoth in the Elf Empire, Lilith, the God of the Moon, shouted towards the head of the Great Mage of the White Tower of Hoth, the Supreme Mage Tigris, who was still casting spells in the group: "Oh no, dear
Teclis, the incarnation of the wind of fire, died in battle!"
"I know." Teclis is still casting spells in the group, and the Supreme Mage is leading the incarnation of the beast wind and its army to Middenheim. This is destined to be an extremely difficult job, because the incarnation of the beast wind is now in human form.
On the other side of the world's roof mountain range, this kind of long-distance military confrontation
The mana consumed by the teleportation request is very staggering, that is to say, the great mages of the Elf Magister Council are capable of doing this. Since the incarnation of the beast wind does not cooperate, Teclis only feels a splitting headache, and his mana has been consumed a lot.
At this time, I can only devote my energy to sensing everything.
Fortunately, the ending was not very bad. After being liberated, the flame wind turned around and flew towards the Phoenix Guard Captain Kazoin. Kazuoin was not very able to control this power in the first place. He made a mistake due to a mistake.
He was thrown directly into the corner of Middenheim, and a group of Phoenix guards, several phoenixes, and three Asuryan legions, hundreds of people, fell into the residential area. They happened to meet several Chaos legions and elven soldiers.
They didn't think too much and immediately joined the battle.
The fairy in the lake looked at the battlefield in the distance, and the elven god suddenly said: "Dear Teclis, I have a feeling that we seem to be losing this battle, losing this war."
"...Coming now, your feeling is right." Teclis paused for a few seconds, and the Supreme Mage nodded bitterly in agreement: "Ryan's plan was successful at first, and we defeated the peripheral
300,000 Chaos troops, but there are at least 700,000 Chaos troops
The Chaos army still maintains its combat effectiveness, and the Army of Order has suffered more than half of its casualties. Settra is an enemy, not a friend, but Chaos is currently a more dangerous enemy for him. There are also many Skaven, Lilith,
You are right, we are losing this war."
"There is still hope. If you can do it as soon as possible, Ryan and the others can do it as soon as possible..." The Lake Fairy looked at Middenheim, the city of the White Wolf, from a distance. The fire of Ulric was still burning, which showed that there was still resistance in the city.
"I want to go, I want to go to Ryan." The Lake Fairy was obviously very hesitant. After thinking for a while, the goddess decided to go to the battlefield in person.
"Are you crazy? Lilith! You have come to this world in your true form. You are now the last remaining god of the elves in the last era, the god of gods, the star that leads our clan to move forward, and the last light of the elves!" Tiger
Reese thought Lilith was crazy: "Lilith, wait a moment!"
"I can't watch Lion taking huge risks to enter Middenheim and fight Archaon, while I just stand here and watch!" Lilith said firmly.
"Then wait a minute!" Tigris shouted: "The ceremony is almost completed!"
"Okay! When your ceremony is completed, we and Orica will rush to Ryan immediately." Lilith continued to look at Middenheim: "What I am most worried about now is not humans. Humanity has been unified by Ryan. I
Don’t worry 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 elves ourselves!" The Elf Moon Goddess shook her head, her face full of sadness.
I hope that the mistakes that once led to the demise of the Eldar Empire and the demise of the Elven 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 Kings' army and the main army of Chaos. Settra ordered that a road to Middenheim should be opened at all costs.
The Skaven suddenly discovered that they no longer had the pressure of war.
The dwarves, led by Thorgrim, are heading towards Middenheim.
The Tomb Kings gave up their fight with the Skaven and turned to attack the Chaos army.
Other armies of Order are still fighting against the main force of Chaos.
As the chief Grayclaw prophet of Skaven, Chuanqiluo is really a bit incapable of dealing with things. You weak souls all pretend that Rattus does not exist, right?
Although, even though Slott the Unholy One had just died, and Death Master Snitch had followed Archaon to attack Middenheim, how could the Skaven still have two to three hundred thousand in total?
Most of them are cannon fodder, and a small number of them are also elites! For example
It is said that there are still more than a dozen elite legions under the Council of Thirteen under Chuanquluo, who is a one-man show, including even the Guards of the Council of Thirteen - this is the most powerful Stormvermin legion among the Skaven.
He is obeying orders under Chuan Guiluo and waiting for the battle.
But, who should I help? Chuan Kuiluo thought about it, no matter how he thought about it, he felt that everyone had a weak soul?
The life of a rat is not worth it, Chuanquillo thought.
"Graypaw Great Prophet, Your Excellency Great Prophet, where should the Rats kill? Who should die?" A Skaven warlord came up and asked.
"Baga!" Chuanquillo immediately spit out a mouthful of phlegm, directly on the face of the Skaven warlord. It said sadly: "We are mountains! Mountains can't move!"
"Ah?" The Skaven warlord was confused: "Mountain?"
"As fast as the wind, as slow as the forest, as invading as the fire, and as immovable as the mountain!" Chuan Kuiluo scolded directly: "We are the mountain, and the mountain cannot be moved!"
After saying that, Chuanquluo also took out a famous military weapon from Ni Peng from the treasures of the Thirteen People Council and shook it slightly. On the surface of the military weapon, "Heaven's Sun descends to the earth" is written in Ni Peng characters. Gray Claw
The Great Seer fanned his fan calmly: "Send the order, stay where you are! Distribute food and let the Storm Rats have a full meal!"
"Yes..." Although he was baffled by the order of the Great Prophet Gray Claw, the Skaven still obeyed the order, and two to three hundred thousand Skaven stood still.
"Come here, get my lunch box."
Tranquillo never knew what opportunity he missed. At this moment in the Battle of Middenheim, 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 Army of Order, which is struggling to support the main force of Chaos outside the city, the Army of Order will be destroyed, and may even have a chance to interfere with Teclis' ritual.
If the Skaven attack the Tomb King's army at this time, Settra and his War Eagle Legion will also encounter terrible trouble.
But what are the Skaven doing at this time?
The Skaven are dining.
…………I am the dividing line of world-famous paintings…………
In the city of Middenheim, while the main force of Order headed by Ryan was still rushing to Middenheim, the duel at the gate of the city had already decided the outcome.
After all, Tyrion was no match for Archaon. After delaying for more than an hour, the Avatar of the Wind of Light began to sense the danger. Not only did Archaon not get tired, but he became stronger as the battle progressed, but Tyrion could never find a breakthrough.
Archaon's methods of defense.
He decided to retreat.
Due to Tyrion's excellent martial arts, the incarnation of the Wind of Light successfully escaped from Archaon's Kingslayer. Archaon didn't really care about having to decide the winner with Tyrion, so the Eternal Chosen ordered to continue.
Marching towards Urick Castle, a steady stream of Chaos troops poured into Middenheim.
At this moment, the first to arrive in Middenheim were the three armies of incarnations. They were the Army of Life that Alarielle used to use the roots of the Oak of Ages to arrive, and Malekith used the wind of shadow to swoop in.
The army of shadows and the new incarnation of flame, Phoenix Guard Captain Kadron's army of flames, these three armies arrived first.
Among them, the situation encountered by Malekith was the most troublesome. Incarnation of the wind of shadow, it was difficult for the Eternal King to control the power of his shadow. This caused the elven army he had coerced to scatter in the city, with only a small part still following him.
The most troublesome thing about the Eternal King is that Malekith's army happened to have just rushed into Middenheim and killed Khorne's chief demon Kabanha and his "blood hunting" army.
before.
The only ones still following Malekith at this time were a team of Nagarond Black Guards, a team of Kane Assassins, a team of Phoenix Guards, and dozens of scattered Black Ark Pirates and Wood Elf Eternals.
Just a guard.
Malekith was immediately in dire straits, he was surrounded by Kabanha!
The Shadow Wind transformed into a bloody battle. He personally rode the black dragon Seraphim to fight back and forth. Surrounded by the demons of Khorne, the Elf Eternal King made raids back and forth. He exhausted all his strength and exerted all the power of the Shadow Wind.
But there is still no way to highlight the Legion of Khorne
The siege of Kabanhar, the fire of Kabanha's axe, the chief demon of Khorne attacked Malekith's flank like crazy, the ax embedded in Seraphim's body, the black dragon's blood splattered, the Eternal King tried his best, but he could only barely do it.
Intertwined with Cabanha, his army is disintegrating.
As a last resort, Malekith immediately sent a signal for help to the surrounding area.
However, no one came to save him.
The Eternal King can be sure that at least three nearby forces of order have seen his signal for help, Alarielle, the wind of life, Tyrion, the wind of light, and the local defenders of Middenland. Malekith can be 100% sure.
They all saw their signal for help!
But no one came to save him, not even pretending!
Why? Malekith thought of this question, and the Eternal King understood.
The Midden leaders may not be able to take care of themselves, but they may not trust him as the Dark Elf Witch King at all. In the eyes of the Midden leaders, Malekith has always been the cruel, ruthless, vicious and vicious Witch King that the high elves and dwarves described.
Always has been.
As for Tyrion and Alarielle? This pair of losers have never been willing to accept themselves. They would choose to respect themselves as the eternal king and marry themselves, but only because of Asuryan's choice and Lilith's canonization! Ma
Luckis clenched his teeth so hard that they bled!
Now that Asuryan has fallen and Lilith is beyond their reach, Tyrion and Alarielle wish they were dead! It wasn't them after all!
Thinking of this, Malekith suddenly felt a little discouraged, and the Witch King burst out laughing, with tears in his laughter.
Everyone respects me as the eternal king!
But do they sincerely respect me and be loyal to me?
Damn it!
Everything, everything is just Asuryan's order, everything, everything is just Lilith's mission!
I have always been just the Witch King of Nagaros, the Witch King who rules the desolate ice plain with fear, power, and violence.
Malekith the Eternal King? A joke.
Father, what should I do?
Father! Save me! Save your children! Just like they betrayed you, they also betrayed me!
Thinking of this, Malekith only felt his eyes darken. The Eternal King almost fell off his mount, and his fighting spirit plummeted. In his trance, Kabanha's roar was already close to his ears, and the horse almost collapsed inside.
Luckis reluctantly raised his sword to resist, and his dark magic hit Kabanha's chest. The chief demon of Khorne could not feel the pain at all, and the bloody battle ax fell quickly.
So, that's it? Malekith smiled bitterly in his heart, the Eternal King thought so.
In the darkness, a cold light arrived first, and then Ka'banha's cry of pain sounded. A rune battle ax shot through the air from a distance, slashing the arm of the chief demon of Khorne. A man with white beard and white hair,
The cloaked dwarf stepped on Seraphim's back and appeared behind Malekith. A stiff voice sounded behind the Eternal King: "You are still the same as before, not good at looking after yourself, Malekith.
Keith.”
The Eternal King opened his mouth wide, and he became motionless. Five thousand years have passed, and he still remembers this voice. It has never been heard since the elves and dwarves abandoned their vows of friendship and went to war, and they have never heard it since those distant and gloomy years.
, Malekith always remembers it.
With the shining rune armor, a white beard, and the familiar battle ax, Malekith's warm tears fell from his eyes. The Eternal King was almost overwhelmed by the emotion called guilt, and he tried to open his mouth.
His mouth only uttered a few words and no longer knew what to say: "Snorri, my friend, my brother..."
"I'm just a passing dwarf, remember it for me!" The white dwarf Grim Brindel looked complicated. He glanced at Malekith and focused his eyes on Kabanha in front of him: "Go and get it.
,Malekis, leave this to me, you still have your tasks to do, right?"
"Sure enough, you were the only one who came to save me in the end." Malekith looked at his best friend, he knew how he betrayed their friendship, and he knew how unforgivable he was: "My brother... Snorri
,sorry."
Across five thousand years, Malekith's thoughts returned to Karaz-a-Karak's room.
Snorri was lying on his low and wide bed, his eyes closed, and his face was as pale as his beard. Beside him sat a man kneeling, putting his hands on the dwarf king's chest. He was Osu.
Prince An's Malekith, former general of the Phoenix King's army and current elven ambassador to the Dwarf Empire.
The first generation of dwarves, the High King, was on his deathbed. Before his death, the High King wanted to see his best friend again, and the two had a final conversation.
"It would be great if we dwarves could live as long as you elves. Then my rule could last for thousands of years."
"But even so, we are bound to die."
"Our deeds are worthy of being sung, aren't they? Our two great countries joined forces to drive away those beasts and their gods. Now the people are happy, trade is accessible, and they continue to prosper and grow."
"This is all thanks to you, Snorri." The Elf Prince and the Dwarf High King clasped their hands.
"Ahem... Listen, Malekith, my brave comrade and closest confidant, now you must also swear to me, just like I swore with the last breath of this dying body.
Just like an oath, swear on my tombstone and soul! You will
I will stick to the grand ideals and long-cherished wishes that we have fought for for so many years! This will be implemented without a doubt... There should not be such a shameful act of betraying the oath in the world, otherwise, I will definitely return and continue to hold the battle ax and rage.
Shake the mountains!”
"I will," Malekith said, holding his old friend's hand tightly, "I solemnly swear to High King Snorri Whitebeard, leader of the dwarves and friend of the elves!"
Snorri nodded slowly, and the light in his eyes gradually dissipated. The first High King passed away, and his body was put into a sarcophagus. Surrounded by runes, as Malekith watched,
His son Sodik was sent to the tomb of his ancestors.
The memory ends here.
Malekith could hardly help himself. He had clearly betrayed the dwarves and Snorri, but when he was in desperate situation and at the most dangerous moment, the one who finally came to save him was a dwarf and his brother.
, Snorri Whitebeard! This heavy guilt almost crushed Malekith, but it also gave him new strength.
He has not been abandoned, there are still people in this world who care about him, and there are still people who regard him as a brother!
This world has not abandoned me!
Strong fighting spirit once again rose from the Eternal King.
Seeing Malekith's fighting spirit rekindled, the white dwarf Grim Brindel smiled, his teeth showing in his smile: "Go, my brother Malekith, to complete your mission, you still have your
Mission, to save this world, I promise, if you can do it, then everything in the past, all the hatred between elves and dwarves will be erased from the Big Book of Hatred, I swear in the name of the white dwarf Grim Bryndel
!”
Malekith also smiled. He wiped away his tears vigorously and gave the white dwarf a hammer on his shoulder: "What if it doesn't succeed?"
"Then everything is over, and the hatred between us has no meaning anymore." The white dwarf snorted coldly: "That can be regarded as the end of hatred."
"Very well, my friend, let us rush to destruction generously!" Malekith has never been so eager to fight.
Relying on the white dwarves to fight against Kabanha, the Army of Shadows finally broke through the siege. Malekith was now full of fighting spirit. The Eternal King rediscovered the meaning of fighting, and more importantly, for some reason, the enemies he encountered along the way
The resistance of the Chaos army was much weaker than Malekith imagined. The Eternal King thought that maybe Ryan's tactics were effective and the main force of Chaos was held back.
Snorri, my brother, I will never let you down again!
Malekith's guess was not completely correct, but he soon knew the answer. As the archmages led by Tigris outside the city finally completed the spell casting, a low and wild howl spread throughout Midden.
In Helm and its surrounding areas, it drowned out the war cries of the Chaos Army, overwhelmed the drumbeats of the Alliance of Order, and turned the horns of the Tomb Kings into a mess!