Warhammer Throne

She saw the battle between Manfred and Bellanal. The wise man single-handedly opposed dozens of necromancers and Manfred's deity, and once gained the upper hand. The meteorites and flame storms he summoned will be thousands of The undead army cleared up and repelled the proud charge of Manfred, but the sword saints of Hoss were gradually overwhelmed by the charge of the undead knights, leaving only a few tens of meters near Bellannar to resist.

She saw Princess Attila charging from the side in order to protect Bellannar. She saw the hedge between the two knights. One after another noble Azul fell into the silt of Sylvania. She saw that even though she was lost, Princess Attila still bravely challenged Manfred. A few rounds later, she was knocked down by Manfred. At the end, Attila still yelled for Tyronok and Manfred. Tyrion took out a dagger in the name of Tyrion, and Manfred smashed her dagger and grabbed her throat. Princess Tyronrock was finally captured by the undead and was caught by a group of bats and sent to Dunkenhof Castle.

"No...no!" Alysala realized how much the high elves had paid and sacrificed to save her. Tears shed tears on the face of the kind-hearted little queen, and too many people died for her.

The sword sages of Hors have supported them for a long time. These warriors are like walking on the ground and agile like a monkey. The half-length swords in their hands slashed back and forth, turning Bellannar into a bone mill, bone **** into streams, and corpses. wall.

The first wave of shock was beaten back, and then another group of people continued the onslaught. Manfred did not hesitate to exchange ten for one, rushing one by one against the line of defense.

After all, the Sword Master of Hors was not a magic weapon. After fighting for half a day, there was no chance to rest. Coupled with the disparity in military strength, it was inevitable to lose sight of one another. In the hard support, Bellanal's magic finally reached the end, the second Grand Master. Forced to go head-to-head with Manfred, Manfred managed to cope with Bellanal’s onslaught, while using his mind magic to control an already exhausted Swordmaster of Hors, in Bellanal’s attention. When all his power was concentrated on the Wind of the Undead, he was pierced in the chest by the Sword Master Hors behind him.

There was a big explosion in the wind of magic, and Alysala saw it. She saw Bellanal's death. The dead soul of the second archmage rose to the sky, and he let out a sad sigh. He noticed Alysala. While looking at him, Bellanal's soul showed a sad expression, his lips moved slightly, then scattered, turning into a breeze, drifting away, and returning to Osuan.

Although she couldn't make a sound, Alisala could understand Bellanal's mouth.

"Feel sorry".

"No, don't die, no!" The little queen had already burst into tears, she shouted desperately, but she couldn't save Bellanal's death.

Don't apologize, I don't want you to apologize, I want you to survive!

"Ackhan! Enough, enough of all this!" Alisala snarled at Arkhan. The little queen had never been so angry in her life. She screamed: "Kill me! Killed." I, enough, kill me! Kill me now and let go of my people!"

"It's not your time yet." Arkhan said lightly, the Lich King busy.

The nine-volume book of Nagash revolved frantically along the scene of the Nine Demons Ceremony. Arkhan first reverently took the witchcraft crown from the human skin throne, put it on Vekmar’s head, and began to cast spells at the same time. , The power of the nine sacrifices was drawn to the archbishop at the same time.

Alysala screamed in pain. The blessing from Isha was being forcibly stripped from her body. Part of the power of the Elf Mother God would become the best nourishment for the Lord of the resurrected dead. The little queen thought The power of arrogance came out of the body, and this extreme pain almost stunned Alysala.

Essarion, who was fighting to the death on the battlefield, and Manfred, who had just killed Bellanal, felt it almost at the same time.

The resurrection ceremony of Nagash is reaching its peak!

Must stop (return) to the circle of nine demons!

Almost at the same time, Essarion and Manfred immediately abandoned their troops, and Stormwing and the Undead Warhorse rushed towards the ceremony site.

There was an anxious expression on Essarion's face, and the cold-hearted knew that this hopeless rescue had failed.

Attila has disappeared, and her Terun Rock knights and chariot troops are nearly wiped out.

Bellanal is dead, and there are still a few Hors sword masters fighting, a few.

Even the Mistwalker troops under Essarion suffered heavy losses. Now there are less than four hundred people still fighting. Many soldiers have fallen, and many more are dying.

They were all good, and the undead paid the price. Fifteen hundred elves were fighting against one hundred thousand undead, and even more than 10,000 undead troops were wiped out.

However, Aisalion knew that this battle had been lost. There was no Bellanal to fight against so many necromancers and control the wind of magic. Those defeated and defeated undead troops were quickly resurrecting.

Hope is dead.

Alysala woke up dazedly from the icy ceremony site, she barely opened her swollen eyes, she saw that her father's best friend, Aisalion was fighting with Manfred.

The wings of the storm fell, and this griffon was stabbed in the heart by Manfred. Correspondingly, Manfred and his undead warhorse were also knocked off and swept to the ground.

Essarion and Manfred started heads-up.

Both are outstanding warriors of their respective races. The difference is that Manfred is never tired, and any injury can be healed quickly. Sylvania's power and curse support the last Vampire Earl, making him more powerful.

Essarion has been fighting hard for a long time. He was exhausted and exhausted in the battle. A dozen poisoned wounds slowed his reaction. It seemed that he had almost no chance of winning.

However, the current situation shows that Aisalion is in the upper hand. The sword in his hand almost cut off Manfred’s head several times. The last vampire count was tired of parrying. Backward step by step, while still watching the ceremony anxiously from time to time, wanting to know how things are going.

A certain noble character is enshrouding Athalion, allowing Prince Iris to retain the power to fight.

Alisala shed tears again, and the little queen knew that although Aissa Leon was not smirking, his will and noble virtue were the reasons for Osuan's awe and admiration.

Isalion is fighting for his friendship, for his kingdom, and for his people.

Manfred, you will never understand. Ellissara thought in her heart that selfishness and self-interest. As an absolute egoist, you will never understand that the noble soul is in the end when facing difficulties. What a great power can burst out.

Sure enough, despite being exhausted, despite being poisoned, and even though his strength had fallen to the bottom, Isalion repelled Manfred. He chopped off one of Manfred's arms, Manfred staggered back, and Ai Sarion's eyes fired.

"Don't look, it's your turn, dear." Arkhan's voice rang from behind Alisala's ears, and the Lich King said in an approved tone: "He is a brave man, and Manfred is not. "

"It's my turn, isn't it?" Alisala said lightly.

"In addition to the blessing of Isha in your body, we also need the power of Asu Yan in your body." Arkhan untied the little queen very gracefully. He said gently: "I will try my best, no It makes you suffer too much, I promise."

Alysala really wanted to swear, but the little queen had run out of energy, she finally took a nostalgic glance at the gloomy sky of Sylvania, and silently walked towards the ceremony while being led by the two tomb guards. Cauldron, where she will be cut and sacrificed to resurrect Nagash.

The heartbeat is so fast, getting faster and faster.

Arkhan nodded, he took out the staff of Nagash-Arakanash. The nine books were combined into one. The Lich King took the staff and pointed towards the cauldron, preparing to cast the spell.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

"boom----!"

Terrible big bang!

The sky is falling apart!

The staff of Nagash exploded into a thousand fragments in an instant, thunder blasted, and silver-white lightning exploded from the staff like a wild horse, destroying half of the ceremony scene in an instant!

A billowing thunder rushed straight into the sky, blasting a hole in Sylvania's steel-thick black cloud, the sun's glow fell from the sky, the earth trembled, and the skyrocketing smoke almost enveloped the entire nine demons. The ring of the sky.

Both Isalion and Manfred, who were dueling, were stunned by the scene before them.

ceremony? Is there something wrong with the ceremony?

The two of them gave up the enemy in front of them and rushed towards the ceremony site.

The smoke billowed, and Arkhan, the Lich King, fell aside.

Damn, there is a problem with the staff! Akhan was extremely angry, but he was prepared!

The entire ceremony site has been reinforced by him using the fine gold and obsidian he obtained from Nicohara! An explosion in this case cannot destroy everything, at least most of it can be preserved.

The Nagash staff is gone, and his own staff is used as a spare staff!

It doesn't matter if you can't get the blood of the little queen, Isha's blessing has been received, nine people can not make it together, eight people can also resurrect Nagash!

No one can stop me from resurrecting my master! The Lich King cast a spell to reorganize his body, and then rushed fiercely towards the center of the ceremony, where the Archbishop Vekema and the cauldron are located.

The ritual must continue, and Nagash must be resurrected, otherwise our kingdom of the dead will fall!

But someone was faster than him. Manfred was the first to rush into the ceremony scene with a wild laugh. The last earl of vampire caught Vic, who was half-mutilated by the blow, even his head was blown, and his brain was exposed. Archbishop Ma, showing his fangs, began to draw the power of Nagash frantically!

"It's mine, it's all mine, it's all mine! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Manfred smiled grinningly in madness, and the last vampire count absorbed the endlessness of the deity belonging to Nagash in the ceremony. The source of the necromancer.

Today is the day when he was promoted to a demigod and to the death lord!

Man's bald head has ignored anything.

All the dark magic of Nagash is being fully received by Manfred!

The time to enshrine the gods is approaching, and Manfred is so happy that the muscles of his entire face are all twisted together. He can feel that Nagash’s curse and restrictions on vampires are growing as he acquires all of Nagash’s power. Madness weakened, Lord of the Necromancers? mistaken! From now on will be the era of my Manfred-Death Lord!

Witness my rise, human gods, dwarf gods, elven gods, and the four gods of chaos, the eternal emperor, Manfred-the supreme, will ascend the throne here!

"Stop it!" Arkhan was shocked when he saw this scene, and the Lich King immediately tried to rush to stop Manfred.

Essarion saw hundreds of chaotic winds of magic explode among the undead army. The original indestructible guard of Nagashza was blown to pieces, and the barrier protecting the ceremony site had also disappeared, even though his body and energy were all lost. Having reached the limit, Azarian tried his last bit of strength and rushed to the ceremony location.

Hundreds of undead winds oncoming almost directly killed Aisalion, and the seven orifices of Prince Iris had blood. His crown of Prince Iris and the sword of the blade in his hand once had a powerful blessing. , But now the light on these two artifacts is dimmed, because even the power blessed by the elves is forced to succumb under the dark source power of the Necromancer!

If it wasn't for something in his arms that was still working, Isalion would undoubtedly die.

Prince Iris knew what it was. It was a blessed rosary from the Sun King Ryan. Aethalion didn’t know why this thing was so powerful. Even his sword and crown could not resist the curse of the undead, but it could protect himself. , But now there is no time to think!

Out of pride, Essarion did not wear the rosary given by Ryan, but put it on his body. When Prince Iris saw it, he no longer hesitated. He immediately took out the rosary and put it on his wrist.

The rosary immediately gave out a dazzling light enveloped Athalion. Relying on this power, Prince Eris quickly found Alysala, who had been in a coma, and the little queen’s forehead was bruised. The skin was broken, but she did not die. She was still alive, and the sacrifice could not die so easily. Akhan was prepared to protect the magic.

Unlocking the shackles on the little queen, Prince Eris found that Isha’s blessing had been stripped from Alisala, and she was full of chaotic magical energy in her body now. Assalion didn’t understand this, so he checked. Halfway through, he had already vomited blood. He knew that he had reached the limit. The Venus appeared in front of him. A dozen wounds on his body were faintly working, and his blood was draining.

"Wake up, Alysala, we will wake up soon. We are running out of time." Aysalion put down the Bladetooth Sword and the Crown of Iris, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the shoulder of the little queen, he gently Shaking the little queen, motioning for her to wake up.

"Aisalion...Uncle?" Alisala reluctantly woke up.

"Finally, I rescued you." Behind Essarion, thousands of chaotic undead magics were scattered everywhere, Manfred's figure was shrouded in a terrible dark magic, the last few high-precision soldiers Under the erosion of the undead magic, it turned into a mass of ashes. Seeing the exhausted and wounded Aisalion in front of her, the little queen choked again: "No need, because I..."

"This is a promise, Alysala, my promise to you, my promise to your father, my promise to Osuan, I must fulfill it." Aisarion fell to his knees in pain, he coughed Bleeding, he resolutely took off the rosary from his wrist and put it on Alisala’s hand: "Isha’s blessings have been lost, Alisala, you can’t be the eternal queen, presumably, the future must be It will be painful, but promise me to live, okay?"

"Uncle Essarion!" The protection range of the rosary beads is very small, and the power stored by Ryan is fading quickly. Alysala witnessed Prince Iris being corroded by the wind of the undead, and the flesh and blood began to fall from his skin. Peel off.

"Promise me! Stay alive!!!" Essarion roared at Alisala.

"I promise you!" the little queen screamed, she can't do anything but tears now.

"Okay, remember, this is your promise to me." Aisalion has already knelt on the ground: "I still have...magic power...I...blood, now, run away, hurry up!"

After that, Prince Iris took out the dagger and pierced it on his thigh. The blood soared out, and the magical energy in the blood formed a phantom light. The power of the mist goddess Radria successfully descended, and a spiritual unicorn would Ali Sarah picked up and rushed into the distance.

"Uncle Essarion!"

Seeing the figure of Ali Sarah going away, Aisa Leon finally smiled again after hundreds of years. Prince Iris grinned and watched Ali Sara ride away on the spirit unicorn. The figure nodded in satisfaction.

Thousands of people died just to save one person, or the little queen who has been blessed by Isha and destined to be unable to ascend the throne in the future, is it really worth it?

He didn't know, all he knew was that he fulfilled his promise and promised Tyrion that he would either die or save his daughter.

He has a clear conscience.

"It's you, you messed up everything, sharp ears!" Akhan's angry voice went from far to near, and the Lich King knew that he had no time to pursue the little queen now: "You forced me, you could have lived. Come down."

"..." Essarion was silent.

"Very well, die!" Arkhan put his hand on the back of Isalion: "The curse of the years!"

The armor on Prince Iris rusted and aged rapidly, the power of magic penetrated into his flesh and blood, and Athalion grew old at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the last moment of his life, the gray-haired Assalion looked at the bodies of the elite warriors on the battlefield. The blood of Azul stained the land of Sylvania, and even the sky became solemn. Prince Si immediately turned his eyes to the west, that was the hometown of Azul, Osuan, that was his hometown, the beautiful kingdom of Iris shrouded in the mist.

"The last strength has been given the last hope, and my eternal watch ends here."

The Prince of the High Elves, the eternal watcher of Tal-Iris, and the cold-hearted-Athalion turned into wisps of ashes under the magic of Arkhan, and killed Sylvania.