The Sun King's Evidence

On the battlefield, on the Rainbow Bridge, on the metal bridge, and on the city of Middenheim, everyone saw this scene. The Butcher King Agrim-Ironfist died.

Ryan was silent, and he immediately urged the army to move forward as quickly as possible: "Hurry, faster, we are not far away from losing this war."

"Sir, please let me come!" Diego could feel the original body's anxiety.

"What's the hurry!" Ryan scolded: "Do you think this is still in subspace?"

"There will be a time when it's your turn to go into battle, Grand Master of the Gray Knights!" Leman Russ stepped on the Rainbow Bridge. It felt very strange: "Including me, there will be times when we should take action, but not now."

Almost at the same time, all the incarnations who noticed this situation became nervous. The eight magical winds must be complete before they can work together to activate the ancient saint instrument and try to close the north and south pole portals to isolate the wind of chaos. Now the eight magical winds have Lost Yifeng, what to do next?

Outside the city, in the Council of Magisters of the White Tower of Hoth in the Elf Empire, Lilith, the Moon Goddess, shouted towards the leader of the White Tower of Hoth, the Supreme Mage Tigris, who was still casting spells in the group: "Oh no, dear Teclis, the incarnation of the wind of fire, died in battle!"

"I know." Teclis is still casting spells in the group, and the Supreme Mage is leading the Beast Wind Incarnation and its army to Middenheim. This is destined to be an extremely difficult job, because the Beast Wind Incarnation is now in human form. On the other side of the Rooftop Mountains of the World, this kind of long-distance military-level teleportation consumes an astonishing amount of mana. That is to say, the great wizards like the Elf Magister Council are capable of doing this. Since the incarnation of the beast wind does not cooperate, Tiger Reese only felt a splitting headache. His magic power had been consumed a lot, and he could only devote his energy to sensing everything at this time.

Fortunately, the ending was not very bad. After being liberated, the flame wind turned in a circle and flew towards the Phoenix Guard captain Kazuoin. Kazuoin was not very able to control this power at the beginning. He made a mistake due to a mistake. He was thrown directly into the corner of Middenheim, and landed in a residential area with a group of Phoenix Guards, several Phoenixes, and three Asuryan legions. Several hundred people happened to meet several Chaos legions and elven soldiers. They didn't think too much and immediately joined the battle.

The fairy in the lake looked at the battlefield in the distance, and the elven god suddenly said: "Dear Teclis, I have a feeling that we seem to be losing this battle, losing this war."

"...Coming now, your feeling is right." Teclis paused for a few seconds, and the Supreme Mage nodded bitterly in agreement: "Ryan's plan was successful at first. We defeated the peripheral There are 300,000 Chaos troops, but at least 700,000 Chaos troops still maintain combat effectiveness. The army of Order has suffered more than half of its casualties. Settra? He is an enemy, not a friend, but for him, Chaos is currently the more dangerous enemy. There are still a lot of Skaven, Lilith, you are right, we are losing this war."

"There is still hope. If you can hurry up, Ryan and the others can hurry up..." The Lake Fairy looked at Middenheim, the city of the White Wolf, from a distance. The fire of Ulric was still burning, which showed that there was still resistance in the city.

"I want to go, I want to go to Ryan." The Lake Fairy was obviously very hesitant. After thinking for a while, the goddess decided to go to the battlefield in person.

"Are you crazy? Lilith! You have come to this world in your true form. You are now the last remaining god of the elves in the last era, the god above gods, the star that leads our clan to move forward, the last light of the elves!" Tiger Reese thought Lilith was simply crazy: "Lilith, wait a moment!"

"I can't watch Ryan take a huge risk to enter Middenheim and fight Archaon, and I just stand here and watch!" Lilith said firmly.

"Then wait a minute!" Tigris shouted: "The ceremony is almost completed!"

"Okay! When your ceremony is completed, we and Orika will rush to Ryan immediately." Lilith continued to look at Middenheim: "What I am most worried about now is not humans. Humanity has been unified by Ryan. I Don’t worry about the dwarves either. As you can see, the dwarves are fighting this battle with the determination to die.”

"Then what are you worried about?" Teclis asked.

"What I'm most worried about is us elves ourselves!" The Elf Moon Goddess shook her head, her face full of sadness.

I hope that the mistakes that once led to the demise of the Eldar Empire and the demise of the Elven Empire will not happen again.

There was still fierce fighting outside the city, and the most intense battle had turned into a confrontation between the Tomb Kings' army and the main army of Chaos. Settra ordered that a road to Middenheim should be opened at all costs.

The Skaven suddenly found that they no longer had the pressure of war.

The dwarves, led by Thorgrim, are heading towards Middenheim.

The Tomb Kings gave up their fight with the Skaven and turned to attack the Chaos army.

Other troops of Order are still fighting against the main force of Chaos.

As the chief Gray Claw prophet of Skaven, Chuanquillo is really a little confused. You weak souls all pretend that Rattus doesn't exist, right?

Although, even though Slott the Unholy One had just died, and the Death Master Snitch had followed Archaon to attack Middenheim, how could the Skaven still have two or three hundred thousand in total? Most of them are cannon fodder, and a small number are also elites! For example, there are now more than a dozen elite legions under the Council of Thirteen who is a one-man show by Chuanquillo, including the Guards of the Council of Thirteen - the most powerful Stormvermin legion among the Skaven. Still obeying orders under Chuan Kui Luo, waiting for the battle.

But who to help? Chuan Kuiluo thought about it, why do he think that everyone has a weak soul?

Rat life is not worth it, Chuanquluo thought.

"Great Prophet Gray Claw, Your Excellency the Great Prophet, where should the Rats kill? Who should die?" A Skaven warlord came up and asked.

"Baga!" Chuanquillo immediately spat out a mouthful of phlegm, directly on the face of the Skaven warlord. It said sadly: "We are mountains! Mountains can't move!"

"Huh?" The Skaven warlord was confused: "Mountain?"

"As fast as the wind, as slow as the forest, as invading as the fire, and as immovable as the mountain!" Chuan Kuiluo scolded directly: "We are the mountain, and the mountain cannot be moved!"

After saying that, Chuanquluo also took out a famous military weapon from Ni Peng from the treasures of the Thirteen People Council and shook it slightly. On the surface of the military weapon, "Heaven descends to the earth" written in Ni Peng characters, Gray Claw The Great Seer fanned his fan calmly: "Send the order, stay where you are! Distribute food and let the Storm Rats have a full meal!"

"Yes..." Although he was confused by the order of the Great Prophet Gray Claw, the Skaven still obeyed the order, and two to three hundred thousand Skaven stood still.

"Come here, get my lunch box."

Chuanquillo never knew what opportunity he missed. At this moment in the Battle of Middenheim, the Skaven once had an excellent opportunity to dominate the battlefield.

If the Skaven attack the retreating dwarves at this time, the dwarves will only be defeated.

At this time, if the Skaven launch an attack on the army of Order that is holding back the main force of Chaos outside the city and is struggling to support it, the army of Order will be destroyed, and there may even be a chance to interfere with Teclis's ritual.

If the Skaven attack the Tomb King's army at this time, Settra and his War Eagle Legion will also encounter terrible trouble.

But what are the Skaven doing at this time?

Skaven eating.

…………I am the dividing line of world-famous paintings…………

In the city of Middenheim, while the main force of order headed by Ryan was still rushing to Middenheim, the duel at the gate of the city had already decided the outcome.

After all, Tyrion was no match for Archaon. After delaying for more than an hour, the Incarnation of the Light Wind began to sense the danger. Not only did Archaon not get tired, but he became stronger as he fought, but Tyrion could never find a breakthrough. Archaon's method of defense.

He decided to retreat.

Due to Tyrion's excellent martial arts, the incarnation of the wind of light successfully escaped from Archaon's regicide. Archaon didn't really care about having to decide the winner with Tyrion, so the Eternal Chosen ordered to continue. Marching towards Urick Castle, a steady stream of Chaos troops poured into Middenheim.

At this moment, the first to arrive in Middenheim were three armies of incarnations. They were the Army of Life that Alarielle used to use the roots of the Oak of Ages to arrive, and Malekith used the wind of shadow to swoop in. The army of shadows and the new incarnation of flame, the army of flames of Phoenix Guard Captain Kadron, arrived first.

Among them, the situation encountered by Malekith was the most troublesome. Incarnation of the wind of shadow, it was difficult for the Eternal King to control the power of his shadow to carry all the soldiers. This caused the elven army he had coerced to scatter in the city, with only a few A small number of them are still following the Eternal King. The most troublesome thing is that Malekith's army happened to arrive at the enemy who had just rushed into Middenheim and killed them. Khorne's chief demon Kabanha and it In front of the "Blood Hunting" legion.

At this time, the only people still following Malekith were a team of Nagarond Black Guards, a team of Kane Assassins, a team of Phoenix Guards, and dozens of scattered Black Ark Pirates and Wood Elf Eternals. Just a guard.

Malekith was immediately in dire straits, he was surrounded by Kabanha!

The Shadow Wind transformed into a bloody battle. He personally rode the black dragon Seraphim to fight back and forth. Surrounded by the demons of Khorne, the Eternal King of the Elf raided back and forth. He exhausted all his strength and exerted all the power of the Shadow Wind. But there was still no way to stand out from the siege of the Legion of Khorne. Kabanhar's ax and ax were blazing. The chief demon of Khorne attacked Malekith's flank like crazy. The ax was embedded in Seraphim's body. The black dragon's blood spattered. The Eternal King Despite his best efforts, he was just barely able to tangle with Kabanha, and his army was disintegrating.

As a last resort, Malekith immediately sent a signal for help to the surrounding area.

However, no one came to save him.

The Eternal King can be sure that at least three nearby forces of order have seen his signal for help, Alarielle, the wind of life, Tyrion, the wind of light, and the local defenders of Middenland. Malekith can be 100% sure. They all saw their signal for help!

But no one came to save him, not even pretending!

why? Malekith thought about this problem, and the Eternal King understood.

The Midden leaders may not have enough time to take care of themselves, or they may not trust him as the Dark Elf Witch-King at all. In the eyes of the Midden leaders, Malekith has always been the cruel, ruthless, vicious and vicious Witch-King among the high elves and dwarves. Always.

As for Tyrion and Alarielle? This couple has never been willing to accept themselves. They would choose to respect themselves as the eternal king and marry themselves, but only because of Asuryan's choice and Lilith's canonization! Malekith clenched his teeth so hard that they bled!

Now that Asuryan has fallen and Lilith is beyond their reach, Tyrion and Alarielle wish they were dead! It wasn’t them who did it anyway!

Thinking of this, Malekith suddenly felt a little discouraged, and the Witch King laughed with tears in his eyes.

Everyone respects me as the eternal king!

But do they sincerely respect me and be loyal to me?

Damn it!

Everything, everything is just Asuryan's order, everything, everything is just Lilith's mission!

I am always just the Witch King of Nagaros, the Witch King who rules the desolate ice plain with fear, power, and violence.

Malekith, the Eternal King? a joke.

Father, what should I do?

Father! help me! Save your children! Just like they betrayed you, they also betrayed me!

Thinking of this, Malekith only felt his eyes darken. The Eternal King almost fell off his mount, and his fighting spirit plummeted. In his trance, Kabanha's roar was already close to his ears, and Ma's heart almost collapsed. Luckith reluctantly raised his sword to resist, and his dark magic hit Ka'banha's chest. The chief demon of Khorne could not feel the pain at all, and the bloody battle ax fell quickly.

So, that’s it? Malekith smiled bitterly in his heart, the Eternal King thought so.

In the darkness, a cold light arrived first, and then Ka'banha's cry of pain rang out. A rune battle ax shot through the air from a distance, slashing the arm of the chief demon of Khorne. A man with white beard and white hair, The cloaked dwarf stepped on Seraphim's back and appeared behind Malekith. A stiff voice sounded behind the Eternal King: "You are still the same as before, not good at looking after yourself, Malekith." Keith.”

The Eternal King opened his mouth wide and became motionless. Five thousand years later, he still remembered this voice. Ever since the elves and dwarves abandoned their vows of friendship and went to war, they had never heard it again since those distant and gloomy years. , Malekith also always remembered.

With the shining rune armor, a white beard, and the familiar battle axe, Malekith's warm tears fell from his eyes. The Eternal King was almost overwhelmed by the emotion called guilt, and he tried to open his mouth. His mouth only spoke a few words and no longer knew what to say: "Snorri, my friend, my brother..."

"I'm just a passing dwarf, remember it for me!" The white dwarf Grim Brindel looked complicated. He glanced at Malekith and focused his eyes on Ka'banha in front of him: "Go and take it. , Malekith, leave this to me, you still have your tasks to do, right?"

"Sure enough, you were the only one who came to save me in the end." Malekith looked at his best friend, he knew how he betrayed their friendship, and he knew how unforgivable he was: "My brother...Snorri ,sorry."

Across five thousand years, Malekith's thoughts returned to Karaz-a-Karak's room.

Snorri lay on his low, wide bed, his eyes closed, his face as pale as his beard. Beside him sat a man kneeling, placing his hands on the dwarf king's chest. He was Prince Malekith of Ulthuan, the former general of the Phoenix King's army and the current elven ambassador to the dwarf empire.

The first generation of dwarves, the High King, was on his deathbed. Before his death, the High King wanted to see his best friend again, and the two had a final conversation.

"It would be great if we dwarves could live as long as you elves, so that my rule could last for thousands of years."

"But even so, we are bound to die."

"Our deeds are worthy of being sung, aren't they? Our two great countries joined forces to drive away those beasts and their gods. Now the people are happy, trade is accessible, and they continue to prosper and grow."

"It's all thanks to you, Snorri." The Elf Prince and the Dwarf High King clasped their hands.

"Ahem... Listen, Malekith, my brave comrade and closest confidant, now you must also swear to me, just as I swore with the last breath of this dying body. Just like the oath, swear on my tombstone and soul! You will stick to the grand ideals and long-cherished wishes that we have fought for so many years! This will be implemented without a doubt... There should not be such a shameful act of betraying the oath in the world, otherwise , I will definitely return, continue to hold the battle ax, and shake the mountains with my anger!"

"I will," Malekith said, holding his old friend's hand tightly. "I solemnly swear to High King Snorri Whitebeard, leader of the dwarves and friend of the elves!"

Snorri nodded slowly, and the light in his eyes gradually dissipated. The first generation of the High King passed away, and his body was put into a sarcophagus. Surrounded by runes, as Malekith watched, His son Sodik was sent to the tomb of his ancestors.

The memory ends here.

Malekith could hardly help himself. He had clearly betrayed the dwarves and Snorri, but when he was in desperate situation and at the most dangerous moment, the one who finally came to save him was a dwarf and his brother. , Snorri-Whitebeard! This heavy guilt almost crushed Malekith, but it also gave him new strength.

He has not been abandoned, there are still people in this world who care about him, and there are still people who regard him as a brother!

This world has not abandoned me!

Strong fighting spirit once again rose from the Eternal King.

Seeing Malekith's fighting spirit rekindled, the white dwarf Grim Brindel smiled, his teeth showing in his smile: "Go, my brother Malekith, to complete your mission, you still have your Mission, to save this world, I promise, if you can do it, then everything in the past, all the hatred between elves and dwarves will be erased from the Big Book of Hatred, I swear in the name of the white dwarf Grim Bryndel !”

Malekith also smiled. He wiped away his tears vigorously and hammered the white dwarf on the shoulder: "What if it doesn't succeed?"

"Then everything is over, and the hatred between us has no meaning anymore." The white dwarf snorted coldly: "That can be regarded as the end of hatred."

"Very well, my friend, let us rush to destruction!" Malekith had never been so eager to fight.

Relying on the white dwarves to fight against Kabanha, the Army of Shadows finally broke through the siege. Malekith was now full of fighting spirit. The Eternal King rediscovered the meaning of fighting, and more importantly, for some reason, the enemies he encountered along the way The resistance of the Chaos army was much weaker than Malekith imagined. The Eternal King thought that maybe Ryan's tactics were effective and the main force of Chaos was held back.

Snorri, my brother, I will never let you down again!

Malekith's guess was not completely correct, but he soon knew the answer. As the archmages led by Tigris outside the city finally completed the spell casting, a low and wild howl spread throughout Midden. In Helm and its surrounding areas, it drowned out the war cries of the Chaos Army, overwhelmed the drumbeats of the Alliance of Order, and turned the horns of the Tomb Kings into a mess!

It's coming! Here they come!

"Waaagh!"

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"

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