Proof of the Sun King

"How many enemies do we have to face? One to fifty? One to one hundred?"

"It's suicide."

"It is impossible for us to save Her Royal Highness the little queen."

"Today is our day of death."

When the army of high elves arrived at the location of the Ring of Nine Demons, the army of high elves with just over a thousand people found that their opponent was an army of more than 100,000 undead.

Arkhan and Manfred were all dispatched. When Arkhan focused all his attention on the resurrection ceremony, Manfred's three most elite troops, the Duncanhof Holy Knights (Dead Black Knights), The Helmut Guards (Elite Wasteland Guards) and Duncanhof Guards (Elite Wasteland Guards) are all ready for battle. If nothing else, the sum of the numbers of these three elite troops is Twice as high as the high elves.

In addition, Arkhan also sent out Gul, the super corpse demon king once again served Nagash, and the three elite barren tomb guards under Gul's command were also ready for battle. It was the Skeleton Army of Raging Stone Lake, the Heavenly Tribulation Army, and the Nether Army. These deserted tomb guards continued to follow Gul.

In the battle of Nagashza, the strongest barren tomb guards that dealt a fatal blow to the high elves, the Nagashza guards guarded the ceremony site, and around them was the reserve of the undead army-the Nether Knights.

The Knights of the Ghosts are Manfred's personal direct line of army. This army is only at the head of Manfred, and their proud history of serving the von Carstein family can be traced back to the vampire's battle for the rise of the empire, those days since They have received countless horror titles on the battlefield. Dark magic surged around these knights to form a field of death and fear. When the knights lowered their spears silently, a gloomy light flashed from their empty eye holes, which was usually the last scene the enemy saw. .

In other words, the number of elite troops of the undead alone is ten times that of the high elves.

For a time, the entire elf army was silent, and every son of Ulthuan knew that this was their last battle.

The Grim One - Azharion stands in front of the army, the bone-shattering wind of Sylvania blows through the armor and hair of Prince Iris, Sylvania is cold, there will be no sunshine here all year round, undead The wind is raging, the lonely world is so chilling and depressing, a desolate scene of the end of the world makes people feel chills in their bones.

In the distance, the undead army was endless. They were as numerous as the ocean waters that surrounded Ulthuan. From time to time, the fire of the soul spewed from the faces of the skeleton warriors was like waves crashing on the shore, hitting the high elves in waves. their hearts.

Every son of Ulthuan could not help but sing the dirge of the Elven Empire when they saw this scene.

They are here to save the little queen, but why are they the only ones? Only a thousand of them?

Where are the armies of the high elves that swept the world?

Where are the legendary phoenix guards, the roaring dragons of Caledor, the fleet of dragon ships that look down on everything, the splendid and smooth elven phalanx and the eagle knights, those charis war lions and magic phoenixes?

Why are we the only ones left?

Fifteen hundred people against one hundred thousand, against the undead, with dozens of layers of shield wall, almost every soldier of Ulthuan was sadly unable to speak. Howling, they are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of dying worthless, afraid of dying in ignorance, afraid that all their efforts will be in vain.

With Asuryan on top, how much suffering will Asur have to go through? Why do the gods treat us this way? What are we doing wrong?

Even Princess Attila and the wise Belanar couldn't help but be shaken.

"What are you crying for?" Only the cold-hearted-Etharion, as always, he said coldly to everyone, his blade pointed towards the sea of ​​undead, and his voice was like Iris The guiding stone is as firm as a guiding stone: "My father, my family, they all paid the price of their lives to guard Ulthuan, we Erisians, generation after generation, generation after generation, have guarded the sea frontier for Ulthuan, Even in the most difficult times, even when the green-skinned pot-bellied king Gollum destroyed Tal-Iris, we never despaired, willing to give up our bodies and dedicate our strength to Ulthuan, everyone, what are you doing? Are you crying?"

All the elven soldiers fell silent.

Seeing that there was still no response from the crowd, Azharion continued: "Who am I? Everyone, tell me."

"You are our commander-in-chief, the prince of Iris!" an elf noble stepped up and said loudly.

"So, do you trust your prince?" Azharion was expressionless, looking down at everyone.

"His Royal Highness, your people will always follow you no matter what happens, no matter what the outcome is," the elf noble said loudly.

"No matter what the outcome is?" Azharion repeated, and he looked into the distance again, tens of thousands of undead hordes, thousands of barren tomb guards, countless skeleton knights and black knights, and There are countless armies of undead monsters, as well as that Manfred von Carstein and the legendary ghoul king Gul.

"We swear to the death." All the elves shouted in unison.

Yes, even if the enemy is outnumbered, even if there is no chance of victory, even if he is destined to die, how can Asur's pride be prevented by the mere undead? How can it be deprived of a mere battle?

Asul, just disdain!

Gradually, the elite soldiers changed. They stopped crying and were no longer sad. The young spearmen stretched out their hands to wipe away their tears.

Azharion was relieved to see that the Asuls were in high spirits, every elven warrior raised their weapons and saluted their commander, the lines of the army spread out like waves, and everyone's faces were stern. The pride and pride that belonged to Asur rose up.

This is Asur! ! !

The horn belonging to Iris has sounded, and even in the face of an army of more than 100,000 undead, the sound of the horn of the elves is still clearly audible throughout the cursed land of the undead.

They are warriors, they are true warriors, and their blood and sacrifice will comfort the gods, all Ulthuan, and all we do. Eltharion proudly and proudly raises his blade Sword, giving the final military salute to everyone.

On the body of the mighty Griffin Stormwing, the prince was as cold and ruthless as the cruel watchman for hundreds of years. For one hundred thousand, even if the two promised reinforcements failed to arrive, and even if the human army recklessly buried himself, the battle cry of Azharion still made the Lich King Arkhan who was casting spells and the last vampire count Manfrew. Reid was horrified.

"Go forward! Assur!"

"For the Phoenix Royal Court, for Alisara, for ~Ulthuan!!!"

Like a silver thunderbolt that blasted the dark clouds before the storm, the high elves began to charge.

The sons of Ulthuan knew very well that there would be no life in this battle, but they didn't care anymore. Every elf sang the ancient battle song of the elf empire. Monsters or those ghosts fell in front of the elite warriors one after another.

The wise Belanall led a team of Hoss Juggernauts. The great sword carefully crafted in the Vaal anvil could smash a large piece of skeleton ribs and cut out pieces of bone **** with each swing. The Hoss sword There are not many saints, but they can compete with one to ten, and their progress is almost unstoppable.

The second archmage was weakened in the extremely terrifying environment of Sylvania, but Belanaar was still the highest archmage in the entire Ulthuan, second only to Tegris, facing himself in all directions. The black torrent that came, Belanaar raised his hand and it was a meteorite technique. The scorching meteorite bombarded the undead army, rumbled non-stop, and smashed the crowded undead into blood and screams. But there are too many dead souls, and a group of dead people rushed up again.

At the same time, Belanaar has to fight against dozens of necromancers by himself. The second archmage must take into account melee combat, spellcasting and suppressing the wind of magic at the same time, which will be an extremely severe challenge.

The left flank of the front was the charge of Princess Attila's Terranlock chariot and knights, the barren and dry land of Sylvania trembled under the stampede of elf war horses, and the monstrous anger raised by the brave and fearless Princess Attila and The surging waves swept all the undead nearby, and each elf knight carried his unparalleled pride and vowed to vent all his anger on the undead.

The elves were so brave and fearless that they almost rushed through the undead's army, and when Princess Attila realized that everything was going well before she could report, a large group of guards of the deserted tomb had gathered. It was Gul, Gul and it. The two barren tomb guards under his command, the sharp steel knives on the wheels of Tyronlock's chariot exploded into sparks when they touched these overweight armored units, and a whole row of barren tomb guards were chopped to the knees, but also The speed of the chariot slowed down, and the knights were unable to break through the shield wall composed of the elite of the Legion of Nether Walkers.

The momentum of the charge weakened a little, and the ancient halberd pierced the body of the warhorse, the scales of the knight, and one by one, the chariot was forced to slow down, and a bloodthirsty bat wolf charged from the side and smashed the chariot with its head. Turning over, the chariot rider fell to the ground and was dismembered. Princess Attila met Gul. In the first confrontation, she knew that she was definitely not Gul's opponent. She could only pull the reins to signal to spread out. .

At the forefront is Athalion, the prince of Iris, he and his Griffin Stormwing are at the forefront, every time the blade is sent out, it can solve a strong enemy, and every time the griffin **** its wings, Able to sweep the nearby spears and spears, the fragile body structure of the Skeleton Warriors could not support the mighty force of Stormwing, shattering like glass.

Following the gap made by Azharion, a team of Mistwalkers, the Oathmen of Azorama marched forward bravely. As the former personal guard of Azharion's late father, these Mistwalkers failed to fulfill their duty to protect the prince. Guilt over their failures, and vowed to make amends by dying for Azharion, these warriors never lacked courage and determination to pierce the skulls of the undead with their spears, and cut through them with their sharp knives. body of.

A team of Astari Sentinels keenly noticed the tomb demons and tomb ghouls emerging from the undead queue. Under the leadership of the captain, they bent their bows and arrows, and a rain of arrows like locusts harvested these possibilities. The monsters that stopped the elven warriors from moving on, so they could keep their impact, these sentries ensured Azharion's charge and advance, but they were soon surrounded by the undead, with nowhere to run, nowhere to go. Way to live.

"We can only stop here, Your Royal Highness, I wish you success." The Sentinels burst out with their last courage, and began to fight with the undead around, holding these enemies back so that their Prince and Mist Walker troops could keep going. impact.

Standing on the Ring of Nine Demons, Manfred watched in disbelief as the elites of only over a thousand people broke through several layers of the army, and they were about to kill the Nagashza Guards, the Paladins of Duncanhof, Duncanhof was in front of the guarding legion, and the last vampire count was a little stunned. He moved towards the ceremony site, the eternal little queen Alisara, who was firmly imprisoned by chains and magic, and smiled: "Hey, our little queen. Your Highness, look now, your clansmen are here to die, aren't you very happy?"

"Manfred, you scum of the world." Alisala's consciousness was still clear at this time. The little queen watched the elves charge bravely and fearlessly, and the hope was ignited in her despairing heart. She understood Azharion, her father's best friend, no one could stop her once she made up her mind.

Perhaps, there is still a chance, Alisara gave Manfred a fierce look, and then no matter how provocative Manfred was, she stopped uttering any words.

Manfred suddenly felt very boring. For him, seeing other people's painful torture and desperate expressions was the greatest joy. He immediately focused his attention on Arkhan's side, only to see that the Lich King had already taken out the dagger. , The goddess of war, Archbishop Isabella, cut her throat and sacrificed, and the hot blood mixed with the power of faith was poured into the altar.

Archbishop Vicma is still scolding, his swear words library seems to be very good~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He has been swearing all the way, but it is useless, he is now tied with iron ropes and Naga The armor of Shi, holding Nagash's severed hand, ready to receive the power of the undead Lord.

"Manfred, it's your turn." Seeing Azharion getting closer, Arkhan's impatient voice sounded: "If you can't stop these elves and let them disturb the resurrection ceremony, everything will be over. "

"...As you wish." Manfred gave the stubborn little Eternal Queen one last contempt. 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. A chaotic ritual, directly absorbing Nagash's power - this will make him a demigod and crowned as the Lord of Death.

However, as Arkhan said, if the resurrection ceremony is disrupted by the elves, then everything he fought for will be in vain, which is not what Manfred wants to see.

Under the repeated urging of Arkhan, Manfred rode his own undead warhorse and led the Duncanhof Paladins, Duncanhof Guards and Nether Knights to join the battlefield.

The addition of Manfred is a fatal blow to the high-level elites. As a sanctuary archmage of two types (death type, undead type), and a vampire at the level of a family leader, Manfred is a double-cultivator of magic and martial arts. It means that to fight Manfred you must be able to deal with his not vulnerable melee (Tyrion rating) and all kinds of powerful black magic (Tigeris rating), not to mention the Paladins of Duncanhof. , the Guard Legion and the Nether Knights are the elites that can instantly overwhelm the entire battlefield.

If Alisara had some hope for the future before, then what the little queen saw with her own eyes made her shed turbid tears.

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