Proof of the Sun King

Four flickering lights and shadows appeared behind the King of Eight Peaks, which was the heroic spirit of the ancestors.

"Under the power of Valaya, the heroic spirit of the ancestors, return to the mortal world." The white dwarf Grim Bryndale swung his battle axe, and his every blow was full of ancient power, Vala Ya's power stretched out on the white dwarves, illuminating the battlefield.

The white dwarf wielded his shining and huge battle axe like a god, reaping the lives of the greenskins around him in a freehand manner. The blood of the orcs stained his cloak, forming streams on his meandering beard. With a thunderous blow, another greenskin warlord fell in front of him.

On the battlefield, there is light flashing, that is the call of the ancestors, that is the echo of ancient times, every member of the Angronde clan sensed the kind whisper and solemn reprimand of their ancestors, the warm voice The ground is like a fire burning in a chimney, and firm like the deepest ore in the ground.

A strong mutation enveloped the battlefield. First, a dwarf heroic spirit wearing a winged helmet appeared behind Belgar.

His long beard shows his share, the warhammer in his hand gleams with the brilliance of the ancestors, his voice is so familiar but so unreachable, as if his existence is only an illusion, but as time goes on , this dwarf heroic spirit is changing from illusory to real.

"That's King Loen!"

"The ancestors are on top!"

"Groni's mine, it's really King Loen!" The dwarf warriors of the Angronde clan were already in tears with excitement. They gathered around King Loen's heroic spirit and shouted the names of their ancestors. .

In the midst of everyone's attention, King Loen said: "The shame of defeat for centuries will disappear! Join my banner, and the Angland clan will surely be revived!"

"Ahhh!"

The second ancestral heroic spirit appeared, it was the legendary dragon slayer, Halkenhaver-Iwabeard, the greatest warrior in the history of the Angrond clan, he raised the battle axe in his hand: "This time, no matter what Trolls, orcs or vile goblins, don't get in my way!"

The momentum of the dwarves was all day long, but it was not over yet. The third ancestral heroic spirit, Troni-Tiemei, the greatest master rune crafter in the history of the Angrond clan, also appeared. He did not say a word, because Needless to say, this ancient dwarven rune master once fought alongside the dwarven ancestor gods, and he is as godlike in the hearts of all dwarves.

Finally, the fourth ancestral heroic spirit, the genius engineer master of the Angrond clan, Delama-Hammerfist took over the musket of Halhave-gold-seeker from the hands of the white dwarves, and the hot-tempered ancestor heroic spirit roared: "We have been outnumbered, we have tried our best but failed, and today, we swear that this situation will not happen again, the Angronde clan will once again be revived in the mountains!"

Four ancestral heroic spirits and four sanctuary powerhouses joined the battlefield.

In the end, countless rune imprints erupted on Bellega's body. At this moment, the King of Eight Peaks officially entered the Sanctuary Rank.

"Raise your arms, dwarves, move forward! It's time to purge the hatred!" Bellegar finally moved, full of new strength, he raised the holy hammer: "For ~ Eight Peaks!!!"

"Ah, ah, ah!" A strong gust of wind raged across the battlefield, the ground seemed to tremble underfoot, every sound was like a thunderbolt passing through the clouds, the air was filled with a persistent and low roar, and the army of dwarves followed Baelor Jia began to charge, and under the leadership of the white dwarves and the four ancestral heroes, the dwarves marched forward.

Angrond's sworn guards and the Brotherhood of Steel formed the battering ram after Belgar, charging back at the greenskins to the chants of the white dwarves, leaping high and smashing the orcs' heads , this day, the dwarves' warhammers and battle axes will be full of blood.

One after another, the greenskins lost their helmets and armor, and they panicked, and their morale finally collapsed.

At this time, on the northern hillside, artillery roared, and King Kazador of Iron Peak had just slashed a greenskin in half with a great axe when his nephew Kazril came to the king's side: "Uncle, Look at the Angronde clan! They're fighting back!"

"They followed the king to fight back!" Kazador looked grim, he just glanced at his nephew one more time: "Mustache, take your battle flag, the dwarves of Ironpeak are not inferior to those of his Belgar! "

"Yes!" The king's nephew proudly held the battle flag of Tiefengbao.

At this time, the army of Tiefengbao has also confronted the green skin army led by Skarsnick himself. King Kazador can clearly feel that due to Belgar's counterattack and the most elite Black Orc Army, Eight Peaks Mountain Crazy The outlaw army had suffered heavy losses under the onslaught of the knight king and the magical attack, and the strength of Skarsnick's army had been greatly weakened, and the morale was also very sluggish.

But even so, King Kazador knew very well that he should never underestimate the battle general of the Eight Peaks Mountain. He ordered the army of Tiefengbao to fight steadily and not to advance rashly.

"Hey! Green stuff, try this!" Sorick-Tiemei raised his rune warhammer and slammed it on the last anvil: "Boom!"

The greenskins could really feel the earth trembling.

"Hard Master Rune!"

"The Iron Oath Rune!"

"Rune of Wrath of Destruction!"

So terrifying was the power of Thorek-Ironbrow, that the power of the runes darkened the skies of the Eight Peaks as the dwarf runemaster struck the last anvil in the name of Grimnir, the **** of war, The ground cracked, pouring fire and brimstone.

Skarsnick saw with his own eyes that the huge green-skinned army was being wiped out, its kingdom was turning into a sea of ​​fire, and countless green-skinned boys were sacrificed in vain. Roaring the slogan of the Evil Moon Clan, it inspired the greenskins and goblins to fight again, because only by fighting to the end can there be a chance of victory, otherwise the ending will only be slaughtered in vain.

Then the Eight Peaks Mountain Warlord suddenly took out a whistle from his arms, and it blew the whistle immediately, and at the same time the hundreds of dark night goblins beside it all learned and honked their whistle.

The sound of hundreds of whistles spread throughout the entire battlefield. To the great surprise of the expedition army and the Tiefengbao army, the greenskins who had fled in all directions actually recovered their morale. They listened to the sharp whistle and began to regroup in the history Casnick's side!

Then, a new Fel Moon banner was raised behind Skarsnick!

"For the sake of Brother Mao, for the City of Eight Pillars!"

"waaaagh!"

The morale of the greenskins is restored!

Seeing the greenskin regroup and retreat, Bellegar Hammer, who couldn't catch up, saw this scene and laughed, and the King of Eight Peaks shouted loudly: "Very good! This is the Skarsnik I know. , Battle General of Bafeng Mountain! Without this level, how could it be able to run and roam for decades? Fighting with me for decades?"

"But today, it will finally meet a shameful defeat!" The white dwarves came to Belgar and ordered loudly: "Warriors, follow the king and charge!"

"For Bellegar, for the Eight Peaks!"

"Soldiers, the time to counterattack has come, charge with me!" Ryan also flipped onto the Griffon Imperius, and the King of Knights shouted: "Resolve it!"

"For the lady and the king, for Britannia!" The army of knights also assembled under the king's order and rolled towards the green army.

The strong wind came from the north, and the flag flew.

The war was raging on all sides, and tens of thousands of troops were on the battlefield, fighting for their lives.

The blood flowed in the pestle, and the corpses formed mountains.

The human knight group rushed the fastest, Juan Carlos-Watcher led a group of flaming sun knights to charge all the way, and finally bī) approached the green-skin army formation, and a very strong green-skin warlord came on the face. Slok - Broken Tooth, the green-skinned warlord rode a war pig, burly, heavily armored, armed with a battle axe, and attacked Juan aggressively.

In the confrontation with this tall green-skinned warlord, Juan's stature seemed much smaller. With just one move from the opposite side, the Yanyang sword in Juan's hand was bounced off by the giant axe, and the green-skinned warlord Slok - Broken Tooth Seeing that he was about to kill Juan with a backhand blow.

But Juan was not in a hurry, the young Baron Biocari sneered, he put down his sword directly, then stretched out his hand from under the saddle and took out two dwarf rune quadruple firing guns, aimed at Slok-broken-toothed The brain is round.

"Bang! Bang Bang Bang~!"

With the sound of the guns, Juan emptied the magazine directly, and the green-skinned warlord who had his head smashed responded and fell into the pig, and then was rushed up by Juan's attendants and beheaded with the sword. The head of the warlord, roared: "For Mirdia!"

"Myrmidia protect me!" The morale of the Sun Knights soared. They shouted the name of the goddess of war and charged in the direction of Skarsnik under the leadership of Juan.

At this time, the Eight Peaks Mountain Warlord has already fought against Kazador, the King of Iron Peaks, and the Sword of Skarsnik is fighting against the Hammer of Iron Peak in the hands of King Kazador. This weapon is made of the purest meteorite iron. Forged and handed down by the ancestors of the king from the time of Granny to this day, the rune of the hammer gleamed in the cold wind, for it was for this kind of battle it was made.

Although Skarsnik's strength is the legendary peak of the Sanctuary's first-level stronger than King Kazador, the Eight Peaks Mountain warrior is not very proficient in melee combat, and he is facing a dwarf king who is very good at fighting. The two sides were directly tied, and even Skarsnik was a little lost to King Kazador, and its favorite gobula was dealing with the dwarf rune master Soric-Tiemei, who was also removed from the end of the iron by the other party. The lightning and flames summoned from the anvil were dangerous.

"You are going to die here today, Battle General of Eight Peaks, your hatred will be liquidated, and your body will be thrown into the fire and turned into ashes." King Kazador hit Ska with several consecutive heavy blows. Snicker bī) retreat, if it wasn't for the Skarsnik sword being covered with poison, the king would have hammered the Eight Peaks Mountain general into a cake.

"Really?" Skarsnick grinned, "Do you think my insistence is meaningless?"

"Your persistence? Very good, I like it very much! Because we do not accept any surrender!" King Kazador's hatred for the greenskin is deep in his bones, and the Black Hammer Guard of the King of Ironpeak is harvesting the greenskin army, no The Black Orcs and the Eight Peaks Zealots fought against this valiant King's Guard, and Skarsnik's remaining army was no longer able to withstand the attack of the Hammer and Ironbreakers.

At this time, it is impossible to transfer these two elites back, because Ryan is personally leading the heavily wounded knights to sweep the remaining black orcs and dark night goblins with a gust of wind and raging waves. The army was annihilated. Just as the two were talking, Ryan and Callard slaughtered three more black orcs and chopped off their heads, and facing these two terrifying warbosses, even the brave and fearless black orcs could not be defeated. , turn around and flee.

"Hey!" Skarsnik is indeed not the opponent of King Kazador in terms of arm strength for the goblins. After fighting for more than a dozen rounds in a row, the Eight Peaks Mountain Warrior quickly retreated, it gave up the duel, the green A smile suddenly appeared on the face of Pi Da Warlord: "Persistence, it makes sense, stupid beard!"

"Duwu~duwu~" In the south of the battlefield of this tragic battle, the horn and the chaotic sound of war drums suddenly sounded.

A gigantic wyvern emerged from the sky, and the green-skinned warlord Gelk-Jiefang rode on top of the wyvern, the savage and stinking tau lizard was unleashing a terrifying roar, and followed Gelk-Jieya appeared with an army of 8,000 Dragon Cliff Castle!

The reinforcements of Karak-Dragoncliffe have arrived! The green-skinned warlord Gelk-Jieya responded to Skarsnick's request for help. He personally led the army to come and appeared in the south, on the side of the expedition army!

"waaaagh!"

"waaaaaaaaaaagh!"

The appearance of the reinforcements caused all the green-skinned troops who were fighting hard to break out a huge roar. At this time, the two sides were still in a big melee. If the reinforcements of Longyabao could directly attack the flank of the expedition army from the side, then this battle would still be won. possible!

Skarsnick waved the sword of Skarsnick excitedly, and it shouted: "Lei, lei, hot big guy, reinforcements of our Xieyue clan, hot warlord from Dragon Cliff Castle, he Lei, Lei! We won!"

"waaaagh!" The greenskins roared and cheered happily on the battlefield.

King Kazador's face was serious. He glanced at Skarsnik and looked up at the sky~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with a cold "hum": "Do you think you are the only one with reinforcements? Stupid!"

"What?" Skarsnick turned his eyes to the sky, and then the battle general of Bafengshan tightened his pupils.

The horn of purity sounded, and above the sky, a team of Pegasus knights appeared. The Duke of Winford, Francois, the peak of the sanctuary, personally led a team of Pegasus knights to the battlefield, and François took out his independence. The sword of the horned beast directly fought with the warlord Gelk-Jieya of Longyabao: "For the lady!"

The old man is here! Ryan shouted excitedly: "Soldiers! Duke Winford's Pegasus knights are here!"

On the other side of the battlefield, the green-skinned army of Dragon Cliff Castle was still advancing, and on their way, two people appeared, blocking the entire army.

A dwarf, shirtless, with countless runes engraved on his body, his fiery red hair shaved into a standard mohawk, and his fiery red beard that was rarely trimmed, holding a rune battle axe, his upper Unleashing the power of ancient times, it is obvious that this is a powerful dwarf butcher.

A human with long blond hair, a handsome face, and elegant demeanor, he wore an enchanted full plate armor, a bright red cloak behind him, and a long rune sword in his hand.

"What... who? Sign me up!" Longyabao Greenskin shouted to the two of them.

"Since you asked in good faith."

"Then I will tell you mercifully."

"To prevent the world from being destroyed."

"To protect world peace."

"Make an oath with the most failed butcher!"

"Curious and heroic bard!"

"Gotrek!"

"Felix!"

"We're a roaming duo! Brilliant, splendid adventures are waiting for us!"

"That's it, let's fight!"