Proof of the Sun King

She saw the fighting between Manfred and Belanna. The wise man fought against dozens of necromancers and Manfred himself, and once gained the upper hand, the meteorites and flame storms he summoned sent thousands of The undead army was cleared out, and Manfred's proud charge was repelled, but the Sword Saints of Hoss were gradually overwhelmed by the charge of the undead knights, and only a few dozen meters around Belanaar remained recalcitrant.

She saw Princess Attila charging from the side in order to protect Belanaar, she saw the hedge of the knights on both sides, one noble Assur fell into the silt of Sylvania, She saw that even if she lost, Princess Attila still bravely fought Manfred one-on-one, and was knocked down by Manfred after a few rounds. At the end, Attila still shouted Tyron Locke and The name of Tyrion took out the dagger, and Manfred knocked her dagger into the throat and grabbed her throat. Princess Tyronlock was finally captured by the undead and sent to Duncanhof Castle by a group of bats.

"No...no!" Alisara realized how much the high elves had paid and sacrificed to save her. Tears were shed on the face of the kind-hearted little queen, and too many people died for her.

squat. The Juggernauts of Hess held on for a long time. These warriors were walking on the ground, agile like monkeys, and the half-length giant swords in their hands slashed back and forth, turning the vicinity of Belanar into a bone mill, with bone residues into streams and corpses into corpses. wall.

The first wave of shocks was repelled, and then another group of people continued to attack. Manfred did not hesitate to exchange ten for one, and attacked the defense line one by one.

After all, Juggernaut Hess is not a magical soldier. After fighting for half a day, there is no chance to rest at all. In addition to the disparity in strength, it is inevitable that one will lose sight of the other. In the hard support, Belanaar's magic power has finally reached the end, the second archmage. Forced to fight Manfred one-on-one, while Manfred barely coped with Belanall's onslaught, he used spiritual magic to control a Hess Juggernaut who was already exhausted. When all the power was concentrated on the wind of the dead, he was pierced in the chest by the Sword Saint of Hoss behind him.

The wind of magic exploded, Alisara saw it, she saw Belanall's death, the dead soul of the Second Archmage rose to the sky, and sent out a sigh of sadness, he noticed Alisara Looking at him, Belanaar's soul showed a sad expression, his lips moved slightly, then scattered, turned into a breeze, drifted away, and returned to Ulthuan.

Although she couldn't make a sound, Alisara understood Bellanall's mouth.

"Feel sorry".

"No, don't die, no!" The little queen had already burst into tears, she shouted in despair, but she couldn't save Belanall's death.

Don't apologize, I don't want you to apologize, I want you to live!

"Arkhan! That's enough, that's enough!" Alisara snarled at Arkhan, the little queen had never been so angry in her life, she screamed: "Kill me! Kill me I, enough, kill me! Kill me now and spare my clan!"

"It's not your turn yet." Arkhan said lightly, the Lich King was busy.

The nine scrolls of Nagash spun frantically along the scene of the Nine Demons ceremony. Arkhan first religiously removed the witchcraft crown from the human-skin throne, put it on Vekma's head, and began to cast spells at the same time. , the power of the nine sacrifices was drawn to the archbishop at the same time.

Alisara screamed in great pain, the blessing from Isa was being forcibly stripped out of her body, and part of the power of the Elf Mother Goddess would become the best nourishment for the resurrected undead Lord. The little queen thought that. Ao's power came out of the body, and this extreme pain almost made Alisara pass out.

Azharion, who was fighting to the death on the battlefield, and Manfred, who had just killed Belanar, felt it almost at the same time.

Nagash's resurrection ritual is entering its peak!

Inside the Ring of Nine Demons must be stopped!

Almost at the same time, Azharion and Manfred immediately abandoned their troops, and Stormwing and the undead steed rushed towards the ceremony site together.

There was a worried look on Azharion's face, and the Grim One knew that this hopeless rescue had failed.

Attila was missing, and her Terranlock knights and chariot troops were nearly wiped out.

Belanaar is dead, and there are still a few Sword Saints of Hos fighting, a few.

Even the Mist Walker troops under Azharion suffered heavy losses, and now less than 400 people are still fighting, many soldiers fell, and many more were dying.

They were all good, and the undead paid the price. 1,500 elves were fighting against 100,000 undead, and even more than 10,000 undead troops were wiped out.

Yet Eltharion knew that the battle had been lost, that Belanaar had not fought as many necromancers and controlled the winds of magic, and that the defeated and downed undead armies were rapidly resurrecting.

Hope is dead.

Alisara woke up in a daze from the icy ceremony scene, she barely opened her swollen eyes, and she saw that her father's best friend, Azharion was fighting Manfred.

Stormwing fell, and the griffin was stabbed in the heart by Manfred. Correspondingly, Manfred and his undead warhorses were also knocked into the air and swept to the ground.

Azharion and Manfred start a heads-up.

Both are champions of their respective races, the difference is that Manfred never tires, and any wound heals quickly, and Sylvania's power and curse sustain the last Vampire Count, making him stronger and stronger.

Azharion had been fighting hard for a long time. He was exhausted and exhausted from the battle. A dozen poisonous wounds slowed his reaction. It seemed that he had little chance of winning.

However, what the current situation shows in Alisara's eyes is that Athalion is in the upper hand. The blade of the blade in his hand almost chopped off Manfred's head several times. The last vampire Count was tired of parrying, he Step back, while still watching the ceremony site anxiously from time to time, wanting to know how the situation is going.

A certain noble character was looming over Athalion, keeping Prince Iris still capable of fighting.

Alisara burst into tears again, and the little queen knew that although Eltharion was usually unsmiling, his will and noble virtues were the reasons for him to be feared and admired by Ulthuan.

Azharion is fighting for his friendship, for his kingdom, and for his people.

Manfred, you will never understand, Alisara thought, selfishness and self-interest, as an absolute egoist, you will never understand how a noble soul is in the face of difficulties. How much power can burst out.

Sure enough, despite being exhausted, despite being poisoned, and despite his slump in physical strength, Athalion fought back Manfred, he chopped off one of Manfred's arms, Manfred staggered back, and Ai Tharion repulsed Manfred. Sarion's eyes were like fire.

squat. "Don't look, it's your turn, dear." Arkhan's voice came from behind Alisara's ear, and the Lich King said in a tone of approval: "He is a brave man, and Manfred is not. "

"Is it my turn?" Alisara said lightly.

"In addition to the blessing of Isa in you, we also need the power of Asuryan in you." Arkhan untied the little queen very elegantly, and he said gently: "I will try to hurry up, no Caused you too much pain, I promise."

Alisara really wanted to scold, but the little queen had lost her strength. She glanced at the gloomy sky of Sylvania with nostalgia at last, and silently walked towards the ceremony under the guidance of the two ancient tomb guards. Cauldron, where she will be sacrificed with her throat slit to resurrect Nagash.

My heart is beating so fast, getting faster and faster.

Arkhan nodded, he took out the staff of Nagash - Arakanash, the nine volumes were combined into one, the Lich King pointed the staff towards the cauldron, and was preparing to cast a spell.

At this moment, a mutation occurred!

"boom----!"

Terrible Big Bang!

Crashed!

The Staff of Nagash exploded into a thousand pieces in an instant, the thunder exploded, and silver-white lightning exploded from the staff like a wild horse, which instantly destroyed half of the ceremony site!

The thunder rolled straight into the sky, blasting a hole in Sylvania's thick steel-like dark clouds, the sun's rays fell from the sky, the earth trembled, and the smoke and dust soared to the sky almost enveloped the entire nine demons. ring of sky.

Both Azharion and Manfred, who were dueling, were stunned by the scene in front of them.

ceremony? Something went wrong with the ceremony?

The two invariably gave up the enemy in front of them and rushed towards the ceremony site.

The smoke billowed, and the Lich King Arkhan fell to one side.

Damn, there's something wrong with the staff! Arkhan was furious, but he was prepared!

The entire ceremony site has been reinforced with Adamantite and Obsidian from Nicohara! The explosion in this situation cannot destroy everything, at least most of it can be preserved.

Nagash's Staff is gone, and he has his own staff as a backup!

It doesn't matter if you can't get the blood of the little queen. Isa's blessing has been obtained. If nine people are not together, eight people can resurrect Nagash!

No one can stop me from resurrecting my master! The Lich King cast a spell to reorganize his body, and then charged fiercely towards the center of the ceremony, where the Archbishop of Vecma and the Cauldron were located.

The ritual must continue and Nagash must be resurrected, or our kingdom of the dead will fall!

But someone was faster than him. I saw Manfred laughing wildly and rushing into the ceremony site first. The last vampire Count grabbed Vic, who was half-crippled, his head was blown open, and his brain was exposed. Archbishop Ma, showing his fangs, began to frantically absorb Nagash's power!

"It's mine, it's all mine, it's all mine! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Manfred grinned in madness, and the last vampire Count absorbed the inexhaustible deity of Nagash in the ceremony scene. of the undead source.

Today is the day when he was promoted to demigod and to death king!

Man bald head has not cared about anything.

All the dark magic of Nagash is being taken over by Manfred!

The time to consecrate the gods is approaching, and Manfred is so happy that the muscles of his entire face are twisted together. He can feel that Nagash's curse and restrictions on vampires are being destroyed as he gains all of Nagash's power. Madness diminished, Lord of the Necrons? wrong! It's time for me, Manfred, Death Lord!

Witness my rise, the gods of men, the gods of dwarves, the gods of elf, and the gods of Chaos, the Eternal Emperor, Manfred the Supreme, will reign here!

"Stop!" Arkhan was shocked when he saw this scene, and the Lich King immediately tried to rush over to stop Manfred.

Azharion saw hundreds of chaotic winds of magic burst through the undead army, the originally indestructible Nagashza guards were blasted to pieces, and the barriers protecting the ceremony site had disappeared, despite the physical and mental strength. Having reached the limit, Azharion still tried his last strength and rushed to the ceremony site.

Hundreds of winds of the undead came to kill Athalion almost directly, and the seven orifices of Prince Iris bled blood. His crown of Prince Iris and the blade of the blade in his hand once had powerful blessings. , but now the light on these two artifacts is dimmed, because even the power blessed by the elves is forced to succumb to the dark source of the undead master!

If it wasn't for something still working in his arms, Azharion would have died.

Prince Iris knows what it is. It is the blessing rosary given by the Sun King Ryan. Atharian does not know why this thing is so powerful. Even his sword and crown cannot resist the curse of the dead, but it can protect himself. , but now is no time to think!

Out of pride, Athalion did not wear the rosary given by Ryan, but just put it on his body. Seeing this, Prince Iris no longer hesitated, he immediately took out the rosary and put it on his wrist.

The rosary immediately radiated a dazzling light that enveloped Aisalion. Relying on this power, Prince Iris quickly found Elisara, who had passed out, and the little queen had a large bruise on her forehead. The skin is broken, but she is not dead, she is still alive, the sacrifice cannot die so easily, Arkhan is prepared to protect the magic.

Unchaining the shackles on the little queen, Prince Iris found that Isa's blessing had been stripped from Alisara. She is now full of chaotic magical energy in her body. Elssarion didn't understand this, so he checked Halfway through, he had already vomited blood, and he knew that he had reached his limit. Venus shot up in front of him, a dozen wounds on his body were faintly working, and his blood was draining.

"Wake up, Alisara, wake up, we don't have much time." Azharion put down the blade of the blade and the crown of Iris, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the shoulder of the little queen, he gently Shaking the little queen, motioning her to wake up.

"Etharion... uncle?" Alisara barely woke up.

"Finally, I have rescued you." Behind Azharion, thousands of chaotic undead magic were scattered around, Manfred's figure was shrouded in a terrifying dark magic, and the last few elite soldiers Under the erosion of the undead magic, it turned into a mass of ashes. Looking at the exhausted Aesharion, who was injured and exhausted, the little queen choked again: "No need, because I..."

"This is a promise, Alisara, my promise to you, my promise to your father, my promise to Ulthuan, and I must keep it." Azharion fell to his knees in pain, he coughed. With blood, he resolutely took off the rosary on his wrist and put it on Alisara's hand: "Isa's blessing has been lost, Alisara, you can't become the eternal queen, presumably, in the future It will be painful, but promise me, live on, okay?"

"Uncle Azharion!" The rosary has a very small protection range, and the power stored by Ryan is quickly fading away. Alisara watched Prince Iris being corroded by the wind of the undead, and the flesh and blood began to flow from his skin. stripped.

"Promise me! Live!!!" Azharion growled towards Alisara.

"I promise you!" screamed the little queen, who couldn't do anything now but cry. Chu Chuan

"Okay, remember, this is your promise to me." Azharion had already knelt on the ground: "I still have...magic...my...blood, now, run away, hurry up!"

After speaking, Prince Iris took out the dagger and stuck it on his thigh, blood spurted out, and the magical energy in the blood formed a phantom light~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The power of the mist goddess Raderia successfully descended, and a head The spirit unicorn carried Alisara and rushed into the distance.

"Uncle Azharion!"

Looking at Alisara's disappearing figure, Azharion finally smiled again after hundreds of years. Prince Iris grinned and watched Alisara ride away on a spirit unicorn. The figure nodded with satisfaction.

Thousands of people died just to save one person, or has Isa's blessing been taken away, the little queen who is destined to be unable to take the throne in the future, is it really worth it?

He didn't know, he only knew that he fulfilled his promise to Tyrion, either die or save his daughter.

He was unashamed.

"It's you, it's you who screwed everything up, pointy ears!" Arkhan's angry voice ran from far to near, and the Lich King knew that he didn't have time to pursue the little queen now: "You forced me, you could have lived down."

"..." Azharion was silent.

"Very good, die!" Arkhan put his hand on Aisharion's back: "The curse of the years!"

The armor on Prince Iris rusted and aged rapidly, and the power of magic penetrated into the flesh, and Azharion grew old at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the last moment of his life, the white-haired Azharion looked at the corpses of the elite warriors on the battlefield. The blood of Asul dyed the land of Sylvania red, and even the sky became solemn. Prince Si then turned his gaze to the west, that is the hometown of Azul, Ulthuan, that is his hometown, the beautiful kingdom of Iris shrouded in mist.

"The last strength has been given the last hope, my eternal watch, which ends here."

The High Elf Prince, Tar-Iris the Eternal Watcher, and Etharion the Grim, turned into wisps of ashes under the magic of Arkhan, and fell to Sylvania.