Chapter 1199, Bald Man Lives in Ping 5th Road
Five armies attacking Sylvania at the same time is a huge challenge to the undead's plan to resurrect Nagash.
Lich King Arkhan must support Nagash's resurrection ceremony. His tomb army must guard the ceremony site outside Duncanhof Castle. Therefore, the important task of fighting these five armies is given to Manfred. -Von Carstein.
Faced with the simultaneous attack of five armies, Manfred was obviously more excited than anxious and happy than afraid. The last vampire count quickly held a "swearing meeting" in Duncanhof Castle, convening a group of von- The vampire of the Carstein family.
To Manfred's displeasure, less than half of the Von Carstein family vampires came to the castle to accept the call. The last vampire count felt angry and ashamed for his lack of appeal. He swore , when the ritual is successfully launched and he steals Nagash's power as planned, he will let his disobedient fellow tribesmen have a taste of his power.
Similar to Ryan's idea, Manfred also divided the five armies-which ones are our primary enemies, which ones are less important enemies, and which ones can be isolated.
First of all, Manfred is convinced that if these five armies unite, Sylvania will probably be doomed, Nagash and Arkhan will also be doomed, and even he will probably have to hide again Go to the Chaos Wasteland or the Rooftop Mountains of the World.
However, of these five armies, only humans and high elves are united, and the rest fight independently.
This was easy to deal with, and Manfred immediately prioritized the two most noteworthy enemies.
The dwarf army of the Butcher King of Karak-Kaderin is the most threatening. The dwarf army of up to three to four thousand people not only carries a large number of firearms and war machines, but also the Butcher King himself. Agrim -The whole world knows how powerful the Iron Fist is. After his resurrection, Manfred has been extremely careful not to anger the Butcher King under any circumstances, otherwise he and his Butcher Army will once again fulfill their ancient covenant with the Empire. Bringing a deadly threat to Sylvania.
Then there is the Dark Prophet-Marago's beastman army. This army numbers tens of thousands, and it is constantly getting new recruits from the dark forest. It also makes Manfred feel afraid. The number of beastmen is too large. Fred didn't have the confidence to win.
However, Malago and his army of beastmen have a fatal weakness, that is, this huge army of beastmen can hardly be called an "army". The chaos of its command makes them more like a rabble. Malago As the screaming shaman, its binding force on the beastmen is limited to the "oracle declaration" to the beast king and the screaming shaman below. It itself can hardly control this army except its own personal guards.
Next in line is the coalition of humans and high elves. The coalition composed of the Knights Templar and the high elves can barely be considered powerful - but the number of elites is too small. Manfred has the richness to defeat the high elves and humans. Experience, in his opinion, it is not difficult to defeat them again.
As for the weakest, there is no doubt that the Wood Elf Legion of Araloth is small in number, elite, and weak in fighting will. Sylvania is a cursed place that is very restrained in the life magic of the Wood Elf.
In this way, when the five armies launched an attack on Sylvania at the same time, Manfred followed the example of his ancestor Vlad and used all his talents to carry out a careful plan and performance.
No matter which way you come, I will only go one way!
Von Carstein's army, move out!
The red sun shines all over the east, and the ancestor god of the dwarves is singing heartily~
Although the dwarves set off last, as in any situation, the army of Agrim the Butcher King Ironfist was the first to arrive and enter Sylvania. The king's banner symbolizing Agrim the Butcher King Ironfist stood in the air. Before him, the beasts and greenskins fled.
If it were in the past, Agrim-Ironfist would only laugh when he saw this scene, showing off the glory and power of Butcher's Castle, but the situation is different now. The female dwarf priest of Valaya told the Butcher King that the oldest and original Evil awaits rebirth in Sylvania.
This question was also verified at the meeting of the dwarf kings at Eternal Peak a few months ago. When the dwarves were intensely discussing whether to close the mountain to defend themselves, High King Thorgrim mentioned a battle in Nagashzar. , the high elves lost their little queen. The news that the little queen might be in Sylvania made Agrim-Ironfist realize that perhaps going to help the elves this time would be a good thing for all the order races. A good thing.
The Butcher King's army soon entered Sylvania. At first, the dwarves encountered some organized resistance from the vampires, but only the confrontation between the vampire Count Waldner's army and the dwarf army could be called a war. The arrogant vampire count went up twice and his head was split open by the Butcher King with Dago's axe. The undead army under his command scattered and turned into smoke.
After losing an outstanding subordinate, Manfred immediately realized that the dwarves were indeed his biggest threat. It would be an absolute disaster if the Butcher King's dwarf army broke into the depths of Sylvania.
To this end, Manfred did not hesitate to invest three more vampire barons and their armies - as usual, one man and one axe. The three vampire barons were also beheaded on the spot by the Butcher King with the Dago Axe. Perhaps Sylvania was beheaded on the spot. The cursed land can make both humans and elves feel extremely uncomfortable, but the dwarves are not very affected by the wind of magic. The Butcher King's march was relatively smooth. Agrim-Ironfist immediately sent a messenger to tell the wood elves, Gao The elven coalition will meet at Taranhof Castle.
However, what the Butcher King didn't realize was that everything was part of Manfred's plan.
Manfred's sacrifice at all costs soon attracted the attention of the Butcher's Fort army to other places. At that place, the beastman army of the Dark Prophet-Marago came over. This army was in chaos. Unbearable, almost all the beastmen acted out of instinctive hunger, and Manfred easily attracted the beastman army.
When Agrim-Ironfist smelled the unique stench of beastmen in the air, he quickly signaled the army to prepare for the battle. The dwarf artillery had just set up a position, and when the dwarf warriors had just formed the shield wall, At that moment, the hungry wild beasts appeared. The big horned beasts and the horned beasts charged together. The minotaurs used giant axes to test the dwarf shield wall. The dwarf cannons and organ cannons plowed out bloody paths in the beastman army. In the deep ditch, the dwarf butchers shouted the Butcher's Oath, trying to find their own relief and the most glorious sacrifice.
In the middle of the battle formation is the Butcher King Agrim Iron Fist. He is spinning the Dago Ax back and forth, jumping and sweeping. The hot blood of the beastmen is sprinkled on his cloak. Valaya The holy symbol was so hot that it injected endless energy into the Butcher King's body.
"Twenty-two!" The ax blade scraped the neck of a horned beast.
"Twenty-three!" The Minotaur's forehead cracked.
"Twenty-four!" The flames belonging to the Butcher King on Dagor's ax penetrated the breastplate of a big horned beast, and Agrim-Ironfist roared happily: "Son of Grimnir! Let us fight happily !”
"For Kaderin, for the Butcher King!" The dwarf butchers rushed forward frantically, fighting with the beastmen who were ten times more than their own. The dark prophet Malago summoned swarms of crows and a scorpion. Tailed lion.
"Drink!" The rune craftsman hit the anvil of doom with a hammer, blasting the crows to pieces.
On a battle line with a diameter of more than a thousand meters, the war between the beasts and the dwarves began.
"Fight!" The Butcher King charged forward, spinning his body two and a half times in the air, chipping away the limbs of a group of beastmen like a top, and then seizing the opportunity to chop down a commanding beastmaster with an axe. The Butcher King roared Signaling the dwarf soldiers behind to come forward, he saw that a large group of minotaurs had smashed through the shield walls of his compatriots. Agrim watched with his own eyes as a dwarf with a mustache was bitten off by the minotaur.
"Ahhh! Valaya, the son of darkness must pay the price!" The Butcher King shouted loudly, his body like a cannonball, streaking an orange rainbow under the dark sky of Sylvania. An ax in the air chopped off one of the Minotaur's arms: "In the name of Grimnir, I declare you to die!"
"Boom!" An amber spear flew from the side and hit the Butcher King. Agrim was blown away and fell into a piece of mud blasted by artillery fire.
"Hmm~" The Butcher King's butcher tattoo and his Valaya cloak protected him. Iron Fist tried to get up. He shook his head vigorously, trying to expel the dizziness and confusion.
"Roar...take a big bite...eat meat...dwarf...meat...strong...delicious!" A big horned beast with a strong body walked quickly to the Butcher King.
"Whoops!" The Starfire Arrow instantly penetrated into the big horned beast's eye socket, and it struggled a bit. Agrim saw with his own eyes that the hill-like piece of meat fell to the ground, splashing up a large amount of dust.
who is it? The Butcher King quickly looked back.
"Hey! Shorty, are you still alive?" A familiar voice came from not far away.
"Ah! It's you stinky elf boy!" Agrim immediately recognized the other party's voice. The Butcher King was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes shone brightly.
"Kunos salvo!" Six rays of phantom light shot out from the big bow of green leaves, and dozens of spark arrows were separated in the air. The beasts in front of the Butcher King fell instantly, and a vigorous green figure fell from the sky. .
The hero of the wood elves, Araloth, makes his debut!
He grabbed Agrim's cloak, lifted the Butcher King from the ground like a chicken, then grinned and said: "Dwarf, you can't do it~"
"Who said I can't survive! You little elf brat!" Agrim-Ironfist cursed. When he saw Araros, he couldn't help but feel happy, but he felt ashamed, so he forced a straight face: "Who wants you to save! I will immediately I’m going to chop off its head!”
"Thank me."
"Um?"
"Thank me." Alalos looked at the rear of the dwarf army with provocative eyes.
The dwarf army at Butcher's Fort let out excited cheers. Behind them, more than 300 wood elves woodland guards and 100 deep forest scouts joined the battlefield. The wood elves' team was not as neat as the high elves, but they had The wildness and powerful vitality gave the dwarves the confidence to win this battle.
Two groups of woodland cavalry, each with forty or fifty men, showed deep hatred and disgust on their faces as soon as they saw the beastmen. No need to be reminded, everyone began to bend their bows and fire arrows.
"I..." The Butcher King knew that Aralos was here to help him. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't say thank you.
"Thank me." Alaros emphasized again.
"Thank you..." Agrim-Iron Fist reluctantly uttered a word. Araros immediately smiled and patted the Butcher King on the shoulder with great understanding: "Stop talking, I understand, dwarf." , it’s not easy to do this, I accept your thanks, don’t be so willful next time.”
"I..." Agrim's face turned red from holding back. The Butcher King had thousands of words stuck in his throat, and he really didn't know what to say.
Alalos gave him no chance. The wood elf hero turned around gracefully, his cloak swept into the Butcher King's face, he drew the arrows from the quiver behind him, and aimed at the target: "Eslay, volley!"
"For Athel Loren!" The arrows ignited with the power of the Starfire fell into the Beastmen army like a violent storm. Hundreds of Beastmen fell down one after another, but these numbers were nothing to the Beastmen army. .
"Draw out your weapons, for Queen Alaire, for the Great Forest!" Alaros raised his green leaf spear, and the wood elf hero took the lead, facing dozens of spears from the horned beast. The tip of a spear that came rolled up and bounced away, stabbing down smoothly. The first blow tasted the taste of blood.
Behind the Wood Elf hero, two teams of war dancers quickly joined the battlefield. They were either holding two-handed swords, green leaf spears, swords and daggers, or large axes. They shouted the name of Loic the Deceiver and followed. Following their heroes into the battlefield.
The real massacre begins!
"Ah! What makes the elf boy rush faster than the bravest and most fearless dwarves! I think it's definitely not that their legs are longer!" Butcher King Agrim suddenly felt a deep sense of shame, He raised the Dagor Ax: "Little Elf, let's compete again, who has killed more? I've killed twenty-five?"
"Really?" Alalos danced among the dense beastmen, and the wood elf hero laughed: "I am already fifty-six, dwarf!"
"What?!" Agrim wanted to scold it at first, but the Butcher King immediately remembered the volley of Bokunos before, and the son of Grimnir shouted: "I will surpass you, I will challenge Val Raya swears!”
"Grimnir, give me power!" As the Butcher King rose up, the dwarf butchers followed the king and launched a charge. After eight full years, the wood elves and the dwarves of Butcher's Fort once again formed an alliance!
The Battle of the Red Cairn took place on the land of Sylvania, where the beastman army and the wood elf dwarf coalition faced off head-on.
While the battle between the two sides was fierce, a red-eyed bat was watching all this with satisfaction on a dead tree not far away.
"Yes, yes, that's right!"
"That's how you fight~"
"The only ones left to deal with are the high elves and the Templars, those idiots."
"So, how to deal with them?"
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