The Sun King's Evidence

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

"This is suicide."

"It is impossible for us to rescue the little queen."

"Today is the day we die."

When the high elves' army arrived at the location of the Nine Demon Rings, the high elves' army of only a thousand people found that their opponent was an undead army of more than one hundred thousand.

Arkhan and Manfred mobilized their entire armies. While Arkhan focused all his attention on the resurrection ceremony, Manfred's three most elite troops, the Paladins of Duncanhoff (Black Knights of the Undead), Helmut's Guards (elite tomb guards) and Duncanhoff Guards (elite tomb guards) are all ready for battle. Not to mention anything else, the total number of these three elite troops alone is Twice as many as high elves.

In addition, Arkhan also sent Gul out. This super zombie king once again served Nagash. The three elite Tomb Guards under Gul were also ready for battle. They were respectively It is the Nushi Lake Skeleton Army, the Heavenly Tribulation Army, and the Netherworld Army. These barren tomb guards continue to serve Gul.

The Nagashzar Guards, the strongest Tomb Guard unit that dealt a fatal blow to the high elves in the Battle of Nagashzar, guarded the ceremony site, and around them were the reserves of the undead army - the Ghost Knights.

The Nether Knights are Manfred's personal direct army. This army only obeys Manfred. Their proud history of serving the Von Carstein family can be traced back to the rise of vampires in the Empire. Since those days They have received countless terrifying names on the battlefield. Dark magic surged around these knights, forming an aura of death and fear. When the knights silently lowered their spears, a cold light flashed from their empty eye holes. This was usually the last thing the enemy on the opposite side saw. .

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

For a moment, the entire elven army was silent, and every descendant of Ulthuan understood that this was their last battle.

The Grim One - Eltharion stood in front of the entire army. The bone-chilling wind of Sylvania blew through the armor and hair of Prince Yris. Sylvania is very cold. There will be no sunshine here all year round. The undead The wind is vast and vast, the lonely world is so chilling and depressing, a desolate scene of the end of the world that makes people feel chilly in their bones.

In the distance, the undead army is endless. They are as numerous as the sea water surrounding Ulthuan. From time to time, the soul fire sprayed from the face of the skeleton warrior is like the waves crashing on the shore, hitting the high elves one after another. Their defensiveness.

Every son of Ulthuan couldn't help but sing the elegy of the Elven Empire when they saw this scene before them.

They came to save the little queen, but why were they the only ones? Only these more than a thousand people?

Where are the armies of high elves sweeping across the world?

Where are the legendary Phoenix Guards, the roaring Caledor dragons, the defiant dragon ship fleet, the gorgeous and smooth elven phalanx and the giant eagle knights, those Charis war lions and magical phoenixes?

Why are we alone?

Fifteen hundred people against a hundred thousand, against a shield wall with dozens of layers of undead, almost every Ulthuan warrior was sadly unable to speak. Many couldn't help but shed tears, and some even couldn't help but burst into tears. When they cry, they are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of dying without value, afraid of dying anonymously, and afraid that all their efforts will be in vain.

Asur Yan is above, how many more hardships will Asur have to go through? Why do the gods treat us this way? What did we do wrong?

Even Princess Adira and the wise Belannar couldn't help but waver.

"Why are you crying?" Only the cold one, Eltharion, said coldly to everyone as before, pointing the blade sword in his hand towards the sea of ​​undead, his voice was like Yris "My father, my family, they all paid the price with their lives to guard Ulthuan. We Yris people, from generation to generation, have guarded the sea for Ulthuan, Even in the most difficult moments, even when the green-skinned and pot-bellied king Gollum destroyed Tal-Yris, we never despaired and were willing to sacrifice our bodies to dedicate our strength to Ulthuan. What do you have? Are you crying?"

All the elven soldiers were silent.

Seeing that everyone still didn't respond, Elsharion continued: "Who am I? Everyone, tell me."

"You are our commander-in-chief, the prince of Yris!" An elf noble walked up and said loudly.

"So, do you believe your prince?" Elsharion was expressionless, looking at everyone with his lower eyes.

"Your Highness, your people will always follow you no matter what circumstances they encounter, no matter what outcome they face." The elf noble said loudly.

"No matter what outcome we face?" Elsharion repeated, and he looked into the distance again. Tens of thousands of undead armies, thousands of barren tomb guards, countless skeleton knights and black knights, and many more. There are countless undead monster troops, as well as Manfred von Carstein and the legendary corpse king Gul.

"We swear to serve to the death." All the elves shouted together.

Yes, even if we are outnumbered, even if there is no chance of winning, even if we are destined to die, how can Asul's pride be stopped by a mere undead? How can it be taken away from a mere battle?

Asul, just disdain!

Gradually, the high-elite soldiers changed. They no longer cried or were sad. The young spearmen stretched out their hands to wipe away their tears, and their gazes on the undead became more firm. They regarded death as home.

Eltharion was pleased to see that the morale of the Asurs was high. Every Elf warrior raised his weapon and gave a military salute to their commander. The army's front spread out like a wave, and everyone's face was full of joy. Assur's pride and pride arose.

This is Asul! ! !

The horn belonging to Yris has sounded. Even in the face of an army of more than 100,000 undead, the sound of the elves' horn can still be heard clearly throughout the cursed land of the undead.

They are all warriors, they are all true warriors. Their blood and sacrifice will comfort the gods, the entire Ulthuan, and everything we have done. Eltharion raised the Blade Fang proudly. Sword, giving the final military salute to everyone.

On the body of the strong gryphon Stormwing, the prince was as cold and ruthless as he had been watching cruelly for hundreds of years. The cold wind of Sylvania blew his hair and cloak, even if it was 1,500 years old. Against one hundred thousand, even if the two promised reinforcements failed to arrive, and even if the human army recklessly destroyed him, Eltharion's war cry still shocked the Lich King Arkhan and the last vampire Count Manfr who were casting spells. Red was terrified.

"Forward! Azul!"

"For the Phoenix Court, for Alishara, for ~Ulthuan!!!"

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

The Sons of Ulthuan knew very well that this battle was a life-or-death battle, but they no longer cared. Every elf sang the ancient war song of the Elf Empire. Wherever they passed, they overcame thorns and thorns, sweeping past, and the undead, Monsters or ghosts fell one after another in front of the high-elf warriors.

The wise Belannar leads a team of Hoth sword masters. Each swing of the giant sword carefully crafted in the Vaal anvil can chop up a large piece of skeleton ribs and chop out pieces of bone. The Hoth sword The Saints are few in number but can outnumber ten, and their progress is almost unstoppable.

The Second Archmage's power has been weakened in the extremely terrifying environment of Sylvania. However, Belannar is still the supreme archmage second only to Teclis in Ulthuan. When the black torrent came, Berannar raised his hand and performed a meteorite technique. The hot meteorites bombarded the undead army formation, rumbling incessantly, smashing the undead crowding up until their flesh and blood flew everywhere, and they howled miserably. But there were too many undead, and one group died and another rushed up.

At the same time, Belannar will have to fight against dozens of necromancers on his own. The second-ranking mage must take care of melee combat, spellcasting, and suppressing the wind of magic at the same time. This will be an extremely severe challenge.

On the left wing of the front was Princess Adira's Tyranlok chariot troops and the charge of the knights. The barren and dry land of Sylvania trembled under the trampling of the elven horses. The huge waves swept away all the nearby undead. Each elf knight carried his own unparalleled pride and vowed to vent all his anger on the undead.

The elves were so brave and fearless that they almost broke through the army of the undead. When Princess Adira realized that everything was going well before she could report, a large group of tomb guards had gathered. It was Gul, Gul and it. The two Tomb Guard legions under his command, the sharp steel knives on the wheels of Tyranrok's chariot exploded into sparks when they came into contact with these super-heavy armored units. An entire row of Tomb Guards were chopped off at the knees, but they were also This caused the chariot to slow down, and the knights were unable to break through the shield wall composed of the elite Nether Walkers guarding the Tomb.

As soon as the momentum of the charge weakened, the ancient halberd pierced the body of the war horse and the knight's scales one by one. The chariot was forced to slow down. A bloodthirsty manta wolf rushed from the side and smashed the chariot with its head. Overturned, the chariot rider fell to the ground and was disemboweled. Princess Adira met Gul. From the first confrontation, she knew that she was definitely no match for Gul, so she could only pull the reins and signal to disperse to both sides. .

The one rushing at the front is Eltharion, the prince of Yris. He and his gryphon Storm Wings rush at the front. Every time the blade sword is sent out, it can kill a powerful enemy. Every time the gryphon flaps its wings, it can kill a powerful enemy. Can sweep the nearby spears and spears, but the fragile body structure of the skeleton warriors cannot support the huge power of the Storm Wings, and they shatter like glass.

Following the gap created by Eltharion, a group of Mistwalkers, the Oathbreakers of Isorama, bravely moved forward. As the former bodyguards of Eltharion's late father, these Mistwalkers failed to fulfill their responsibility to protect the prince. Feeling guilty for their failure and vowing to atone for their mistakes by dying in the service of Eltharion, these warriors never lacked courage and determination to fight, using their spears to pierce the skulls of the undead and their sharp blades to slice them open. body of.

A group of Astari sentries keenly noticed the tomb evil spirits and tomb ghouls emerging from the undead queue. Under the leadership of the captain, they bent their bows and set arrows. A rain of arrows like locusts harvested these possibilities. The monsters that stopped the elven warriors from moving forward so that they could maintain their impact. These sentinels guaranteed Eltharion's charge and advance, but they were soon surrounded by the undead, with nowhere to escape, and no way to escape. The road is alive.

"We can only stop here, Your Highness, I wish you success." The sentries burst out with their last courage and started fighting with the undead around them, holding back these enemies so that their prince and the Mist Walker troops could keep moving forward. impact.

Standing on the Ring of Nine Demons, Manfred watched in disbelief as a group of more than a thousand elf actually broke through several layers of military formations and were about to kill the guards of Nagashza, the Paladins of Duncanhoff, and Duncanhoff Guards Corps was in front of them, and the last vampire count was a little dazed. He smiled at the eternal little queen Alisara who was firmly imprisoned by iron chains and magic at the ceremony site: "Hey~ our little queen. Your Highness, look, your tribe is here, here to die, aren’t you happy?”

"Manfred, you scum of the world." Alisara's consciousness was still clear at this time. The little queen looked at the heroic and fearless charge of the elves, and the fire of hope ignited in her already desperate heart. She understood Eltharion, her father's best friend, once his mind was made up, no one could stop him.

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

Manfred suddenly felt very bored. For him, seeing the pain and despair of others was the greatest pleasure. He immediately focused his attention on Arkhan, and saw that the Lich King had taken out the dagger. , slit the throat of Archbishop Isabella, the goddess of war, and sacrificed it, and the hot blood mixed with the power of faith was poured into the altar.

Archbishop Vekmar is still cursing angrily. He seems to have a very good vocabulary of curse words. He curses every time without using the same name, but it is of no use. He is now tied with iron ropes, wearing the armor of Nagash, and wearing the armor of Nagash. Gash's severed hand is ready to receive the power of the Lord of the Dead.

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

"...As you wish." Manfred gave the still stubborn Little Queen of Eternity a final look with disdain. 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. Chaotic rituals, directly absorbing Nagash's power - this will make him promoted to demigod and crowned as the Lord of Death.

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

Under Arkhan's repeated urging, Manfred mounted his undead warhorse and led the Duncanhof Paladins, Duncanhof Guards and the Nether Knights to join the battlefield.

The addition of Manfred was a fatal blow to the high elf. As a dual-system (death system, undead system) sanctuary archmage, and a family leader-level vampire, Manfred has both magic and martial arts skills. This means that if you want to fight against Manfred, you must be able to deal with his not vulnerable melee combat (Tyrion's evaluation) and various powerful black magics (Teglis' evaluation), not to mention the Duncan Hof Paladins. , Guard Corps and Netherworld Knights, these three elites are enough to instantly overwhelm the entire battlefield.

If Alisala had some hope for the future before, what the little queen saw next made her unable to help but shed muddy tears.

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