The Sun King's Evidence

At the gate of Middenheim, Archaon thought he could quickly capture the overestimating elf in front of him. He launched the most ferocious attack from the beginning.

Tyrion blocked all of Archaon's attacks one by one. The incarnation of the wind of light, the guardian of Ulthuan, and the high elven war lord's martial arts became more and more sophisticated in a series of ordeals. Tyrion can now feel , his martial arts have reached the state of perfection. As the incarnation of the wind of light gradually merges his own power into one, Tyrion has a feeling that he seems to be able to control every detail of his body and feel the movement of every pore. Expanding and closing, accurately distributing every bit of power to every corner of his body, his body is truly and perfectly under his control. This power makes every attack of Archaon easily blocked by Tyrion. Next, Archaon looked at Tyrion, looking at the white light emitted from his sun sword, and the Everchosen knew that he had met his opponent.

Without confusion or hesitation, Archaon immediately raised his sword and fought with Tyrion. At the time of the Eternal Chosen, at least three hundred Chaos Chapters were still queuing up to enter Middenheim.

The Sunfire Sword and the Kingslayer clashed. The dazzling white light made the surrounding Chaos Warriors have to avoid the duel between the two. The slightest contact would be the outcome of destruction. Tyrion's steps were like butterflies flying, the wind of light incarnate. Come and go, his speed was so incredible that not even Archaon could keep up with Tyrion.

However, as dozens of rounds passed, Tyrion realized that he was losing the duel.

Several times, Tyrion had seized on Archaon's fleeting flaw and resolutely fought back. His sword burned with the flames from the sun, bursting out with white light belonging to the wind of light, but No matter what kind of attack, Archaon can't be harmed at all. The body of the Everchosen seems to be a big dye vat. Any magical energy that touches his body will be immediately devoured and assimilated. As for Tyrion's sword skills, it is indeed unparalleled in the world. Unparalleled, but when the Sun Flame Sword kept bouncing off Moka's armor, Tyrion's forehead was already frowning and his inner armor was soaked with sweat.

He was unable to break through Archaon's defense. The Eternal Chosen in front of him might not be as good at melee combat as himself, but his defense was thousands of times better than his own!

hateful! If the Sword of Khaine is still there... If I can still... Every fierce attack of Tyrion allows Archaon to calmly resolve it, and every attack of Archaon makes Tyrion dangerous, and the wind of light The Avatar couldn't help but miss the power he had when holding the Sword of Cain. If the Sword of Cain was still in his hand, Tyrion was confident of breaking through Archaon's defense. The Sunfire Sword was an artifact, but after all it could not compete with the Sword of Cain and the Sword of Cain. Compared to a super artifact like Gale Maraz.

For now, all we can do is delay Archaon as long as possible!

Thinking of this, Tyrion no longer hesitated, he cheered up and fought with Archaon again.

On the other side, the city of Middenheim was in chaos. There were still more than 30,000 defenders in Middenheim. Originally, the morale of these soldiers collapsed because the city gate was broken and both Wotten and Axel were killed. , just when the soldiers were defeated in panic, they were surprised to see the Lord of White Wolf City, Duke of Middenheim and Grand Duke of Middenland Boris Todbringer back! Also carrying the head of One-Eyed Kazzak!

"Sons of Ulric! Concentrate on me!" Boris is worthy of being the master of Middenheim for decades. As soon as he shouted in a hoarse voice, the Middenheim defenders immediately subconsciously concentrated on Boris, and the defense line It has been reorganized, and the flag symbolizing the white wolf god Ulric once again stands in the streets. Ulric has not abandoned Middenheim!

Like a twilight old wolf, but still capable of fighting, Boris's roar awakened the pride of the Midden leaders, and the soldiers returned to their posts one after another, preparing for street fighting.

Boris's one eye searched back and forth among the White Wolf Knights. He knew that he had done something wrong. He knew that he had paid the price for his selfishness and recklessness. He was willing to take responsibility for it, but before all this, he still had His mission had to be completed, so he and Tyrion entered the underground of Middenheim through an unknown secret passage and returned like lightning from the sewers, just to complete the final deployment.

Soon, he found it: "Harland! You brat! Get over here!"

White Wolf Knight Harland looked confused. The young White Wolf Knight with blond hair, blue eyes and snow-white skin is only in his twenties this year, but has been discussed many times whether he is qualified to enter the inner circle of the Knights. Before Boris After the assassination, he was naturally selected into the inner circle and became a member of the Teutonic Guard.

"Harland, you bastard, let me ask you, do you like Anne?" Boris pulled Harland over and slobbered on Harland's face.

Harland's face suddenly turned red. This Teutonic guard had an affair with Boris's daughter. Boris, as the elector, actually saw it and kept silent. Harland himself was very fond of it. Excellent, he joined the Teutonic Guard when he was less than thirty years old. Secondly, Harland had some background. He was a relative of Lane's adoptive father Norman. Norman introduced Haaland to Lane before he died. Out of cultural and cultural reasons, Due to environmental considerations, Ryan did not take Harland away, but the mixed-blood elf war horse and dwarf rune weapon beside Harland were very telling.

"Do you like Anne or not?" Boris pinched Harland's neck and shouted like a madman: "Is he a man? Do you have eggs? Don't you know how to reply?"

"I... like her!" Harland is also a well-mannered guy. He was embarrassed at first, but when Boris provoked him, he suddenly became angry: "I like her! So does your daughter, Anne!"

"Good! You're very energetic!" Boris punched Haaland in the face so hard that his nose bled: "This is a punishment given to you by a father!"

"Mattak!" Before Harland could react, Boris shouted. Greg Mattak, chief wizard of the empire's royal family, walked out of the crowd: "I'm here, Your Excellency Boris."

"Very good! Very good!" Boris immediately ordered: "Find my daughter, right here, in front of the Castle of Urik. I want to watch the wedding of Harland and Anne with my own eyes, Mattak, come here Officiating the wedding!”

The Elector gave such an order and it was such an emergency. The Midden leaders no longer hesitated. They temporarily brought Anne out of Urick Castle. Just before the holy fire of the White Wolf God in Urick Castle, on the battlefield , an extremely simple battlefield wedding was held, with the Chaos Army less than 4 kilometers away from here. Harland temporarily put on a bow tie, and Anne only had time to put a white gauze on her head.

Everything came so wonderfully and suddenly.

"Then, now, I declare that the groom can kiss the bride!" Just as Matak's greasy voice fell, Harland only had time to kiss Anne lightly on the lips, and Boris put the Rune Tooth in the scabbard and stuffed it. into his arms.

"Your Excellency the Elector?" Harland was startled.

"Elector? You still call me elector?" Boris finally smiled. The old guy raised his chin and signaled: "No, now, you are the elector. Haaland, my son-in-law, I will The identity of the Elector and the head of the Todbringer family is announced. From today on, you are the Elector of the Empire, the Duke of Middenheim, and the Grand Duke of Middenland! The new head of the Todbringer family!"

After saying that, Boris took out his stainless steel sword from Harland's waist, laughed loudly, put on his cloak, and rushed towards the father without looking back as his daughter Anne cried out her father's tearful calls. Burning streets.

Well, that's enough, old fellow, that's enough.

While running, Boris's face was filled with a satisfied smile.

My time has passed, Harland is a good boy, he will be good to Anne.

This is enough, Boris Todd Bollinger will have no regrets in his life!

run ahead!

Facing the Chaos Hell Cannon!

How can you feel the greatness of Yurik without going through hardships?

Archaon cannot bring us to our knees and beg for mercy!

Even if the blood is all over the wolf robe~~~

Keep it up, Todd Bollinger’s pride~

How can you see the brilliance of White Wolf City if you don’t persist to the end?

It's better to fight than to live in an ignoble way!

Charlemagne will return like lightning!

With this belief, Boris, wearing a wolf robe and holding a steel sword and shield, rushed into the Chaos army: "Come on! Damn Yankees, come and taste Ulric's fangs!"

After this day, Boris Todbringer was never seen again.

The remaining Middenheim defenders united under the command of the two electors, Harland and Anne, and launched an extremely fierce street battle with the Chaos Army. The two sides fought along every block and every building. Buildings and even every alley were involved in bloody battles. Relying on the blessing of Ulric's Holy Fire, the Chaos Army was unable to completely control the Midden Sea for a while despite being overwhelmed by the number and quality of its troops and breaking the city gate. Mu!

The war is still going on.

…………I am the dividing line between the hearts of white wolves chasing dreams……

Outside the city, the army of Nicohara was rising to kill. Emperor Settra stood on his chariot of the gods, slaughtering the Chaos warriors like mowing grass. While looking for valuable targets, an uninvited guest suddenly blocked his progress.

The eldest Lich High Priest, Katep, ran out of the darkness and blocked Settra's path. The great King of Kings of Nicohara was furious that this exile dared to appear: "Katpu, you actually have the nerve to come back! I once told you to help me regain my body and become a true king. Before the God of Perfection, you are not allowed to appear in front of Nicohara and me, otherwise I will kill you, have you ever remembered?"

"Yes, Wei Chen remembers." Kapu's voice was very bitter.

"So, have you found a way?" Settra said coldly, and Emperor Nicohara's Petra Blessing Sword was already placed next to Kapu's neck.

"No, but I have important news. Your Majesty, please be sure to listen carefully." Katep was not frightened. The Lich High Priest seized the fleeting opportunity and immediately told Settra the truth about Middenheim. , Archaon, the Eternal God of Chaos, is conquering Middenheim. As long as he enters the underground of Middenheim and activates the instrument, the world will be completely destroyed and everything will be reduced to dust, including Settra's dominance and his re-establishment. The dream of conquering the world and becoming a perfect god will become empty talk.

After saying all this, the Tomb Lich High Priest Katep crouched down, waiting for his destined blow.

He knew very well who Settra was. If Settra won the final victory in the Battle of Middenheim, even when the Emperor successfully opened the Black Pyramid and obtained part of the power of Nagash, he would come up and give him a gift. A lot of false flattery, maybe Settra can forgive his sins when he is happy, but what he is telling now is the cold truth that is not in line with the emperor Sai, so he has no chance of survival.

But he still wants to say it, because Katep's loyalty to Settra does not need words to describe!

After Settra listened to Katep's description, Emperor Nicohara's expression gradually changed from anger to coldness. He understood that Katep was giving his last loyalty to bring him the truth, which made him always loyal. Kamurikara, who was so decisive in killing, even showed a trace of hesitation.

Katep didn't have to wait long, Petra's Blessing Blade still slashed down, and the Lich High Priest's head flew out and rolled several times on the ground.

Settra is Settra. As a king, he will never go back on the words he has said, the oaths he has sworn, and the decisions he has made. Nothing can compare to the dignity of Emperor Nicohara! Not even Katep's loyalty will work!

But Settra already knew Katep's message.

To a chorus of trumpets, the most famous warriors in all of Khemri emerged at the Emperor's command: Settra's Eagle Legion.

In the ancient days of the Nicohara Empire, in the glory of the First Dynasty, they went into battle again and again, marching proudly under those majestic gates.

They always come back victorious. Enemies knew their defeat was certain when they saw their turquoise shields on the battlefield.

Settra's Eagle Legion has one hundred legions and ten thousand warriors. Although this represents less than one-tenth of the total strength of Settra's infantry, their numbers alone cannot explain their extraordinary achievements. While alive, it was said that each blade wielded by the Warhawks was worth four of their enemy's weapons. While in undead form, the Warhawk Legion increases this percentage, but the dead no longer boast of their exploits.

The war trumpet gradually reaches a loud peak as the soldiers slash and stab at their shields with blades or spears and march in perfect stride.

Settra, Lord of Khemri, King of Kings, True Ruler of Earth, Sky, and the Four Horizons, drove into the war, with the crown of Nicohara upon his brow, the sacred blade of Petra Holding it in his strong hands, the fire of war burned in his hollow eye sockets.

"Pass the Emperor's order, concentrate your strength, and break through the Chaos Army's defense line!"

"Archaon, the Eternal Chosen One?" The great Emperor Nicohara announced that the entire army would concentrate on breaking through the main force of the Chaos Army and advance towards Middenheim: "I will let him know that if he does not surrender, he will die!"

"For Settra, for Nicohara!"

The Tomb Kings gave up the war outside the city and concentrated all their armies to try to get closer to Middenheim. Settra went to fight personally.

However, the Tomb Kings' retreat had devastating consequences for the Alliance of Order.

The original three-party battlefield of Dwarves VS Skaven VS Tomb King, because the Tomb King's retreat caused the delicate balance to be broken, 10,000 dwarves were forced to face hundreds of thousands of Skaven. .

It is very obvious that once this balance is broken, the dwarf cannot hold on.

The last few Knights of Eternal Light disappeared in the counterattack against the Skaven, engulfed in warpstone flames.

After annihilating twenty times their number of Skaven, the Moorish Knights finally succumbed to the Ratling volleys of the Stormvermin trolls.

The Hammer Warriors at Haimen Pass transformed from a legion into a team, and then the last few warriors were still stubbornly resisting on the battlefield.

The number of High King Thorgrim's Eternal Guard dwindled again and again, until they numbered less than a thousand.

The doomsday anvil of the dwarf rune master Thorik-Ironbrow has burned hot and has been used to its limit. If it is used again, the anvil will completely shatter.

There is also the Butcher King Agrim-Iron Fist. He has lost count of how many behemoths he has killed in the Mord clan. A series of holes have appeared on the artifact battle axe of Dago's Ax, which is so severe that On this day, most of the dwarf butchers achieved the most glorious death as they wished.

After finally repelling another attack by the Mord clan, Agrim-Ironfist threw aside the completely scrapped Dagor Ax, picked up a machete from the ground, and was guarded by about a hundred dwarf butchers. Beside their king, among others, the panting Wood Elf hero Araloth, holding the Starfire Lance, helped the Butcher King hold one side.

They were surrounded.

"Hey, it's really embarrassing. I didn't expect that my last battle would be with an elf boy. This is not honorable at all." Agrim Iron Fist looked at countless Ska who were surrounding him from all directions. The rats of the Wen clan, as well as the Right Claw of the Morder clan in the distance, Slott, the Unclean One, and the strongest mutant rat troll under his command, the most successful forbidden biological weapon of the Morder clan - Gurchi, He couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Aralos also had a premonition that the last moment was coming. He raised his head carelessly. If I could die here today with such honor, I would definitely become an epic legend and Lilith would definitely remember my sacrifice. Since Why should I not be reconciled to this?

Thinking of this, the wood elf hero simply said: "For you, dying in battle with Pointy Ears is really not that good."

"Isn't it?" The Butcher King complained: "I thought about many glorious ways to die, but I didn't expect that there would be pointed ears and Varaya's beer in the scene. It's really terrible."

"So... what if you die fighting with your friends?" Aralos asked softly.

Agrim-Ironfist was silent. The Butcher King's eyes moved from the swarming army of ratmen to Aralos. After a long time, he uttered one word: "Aye!"

"Listen to me, elf boy, you are different from other pointed ears. Today should not be the day for your death." The Butcher King seemed to have made up his mind, and he took a step forward: "You guys retreat, leave this place to me and Card Heirs of Lin, you retreat with Thor Green, we will need you in the next battle!"

"Dwarf, you?" Alaros already understood what Agrim wanted to do, and just as he was about to dissuade him, the Butcher King shook his head violently: "I have been pursuing a glorious death all my life. Now, on such an exciting battlefield, Such a gorgeous stage and such a heroic sacrifice are my lifelong wish, so don't stop me from realizing my ideal, okay?"

Aralos stopped talking, and the wood elf hero had tears in his eyes. He paid the Slayer King the highest courtesy of Easley, but couldn't help but ask, with a cry in his voice: "But... what about the wind of fire? "

"I really like what you said by Eislay: Life will always find its own way." Agrim smiled: "The wind of fire is not my thing, never has been."

"Son of Kaderin, raise your axe, let us give these rats an unforgettable ending!" Under the order of the Butcher King, all the dwarf butchers gathered together and launched an attack under the leadership of Agrim The final charge.

The horn kept sounding, and Agrim completely released the power of the wind of fire. His whole body was gradually enveloped in flames, sweeping all the way. The bodies of rats melted, and the dwarf butchers were invincible and withered away one after another.

Agrim Iron Fist's body began to burn, and then his hair and beard. He killed directly in front of Slott the Unclean One, and the machete in his hand struck the man-catching pole in the hand of Slott The Unholy One. Broken, the Butcher King reached out and strangled Slot's neck. Agrim, whose whole body was gradually engulfed in flames, whispered: "Endless power! Fire!"

There was a huge force from the side, and Gurchi charged and knocked the Butcher King and Slott away, pressing them against the wall of the old military camp.

The Butcher King had no expression on his face. He stretched out his other hand and continued to release the flames condensed in his hand. He slashed with the hand knife, and one of Gurchi's arms was cut off directly. However, the man-eating rat giant did not feel any pain, and it remained One of his hands pressed down on the Butcher King's body, pressing it against the collapsed wall, making him unable to move.

"So, it's over!" Agrim tightened Slot's neck with one hand, and grabbed Gurchi's arm with the other hand.

Flames released.

A hundred-meter-high pillar of fire ignited on the entire Middenheim battlefield. The orange-red flames were like fountains, reaching into the clouds. Bright tongues of flames licked the air. Tens of thousands of Skaven and all members of the Mord clan were surrounding. The elite were engulfed in flames.

Agrim-Ironfist, the king of Karak-Kadrin, the Butcher King, and the wind of fire, fell on the outskirts of Middenheim.

Also taken away by him were the right paw of the Morde clan, the acting leader Slott the Unholy One, the mutant rat troll Gulch, and all the elites of the Morde clan.

The sky was full of smoke and dust, and Aralos, with tears streaming down his face, looked at the soul gradually dissipating in the firelight, and silently said, "Take care, my friend."

The Skaven stagnated, seemingly intimidated by this terrible explosion. Taking this opportunity, High King Thorgreen led the remaining dwarves to turn and also rush towards Middenheim.

The war is far from over.

Originally this chapter was going to be published in two chapters, but I thought about combining two into one. Anyway, it’s the end. I hope you all enjoy reading it and I hope you like it!