Five armies attacking Sylvania at the same time is a huge challenge to the undead's plan to resurrect Nagash.
The Lich King Arkhan must support Nagash's resurrection ceremony, and 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 fearful. The last vampire count quickly held a "swearing meeting" in Duncanhof Castle and summoned a group of von-
The vampires 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 Lane'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, among 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 goes into battle. 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 constantly obtains new recruits from the dark forest. This army 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 has almost no control over this army except its own bodyguards.
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.
From his experience, it would not be 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 very restrains the Wood Elf life magic.
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 out last, as in any situation, the army of the Butcher King Agrim-Ironfist arrived first and entered Sylvania. The king's flag symbolizing the Butcher King Agrim-Ironfist stood in the air.
In front of him, the beasts and greenskins fled one after another.
If it were in the past, Agrim-Ironfist would just 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 dwarf kings in 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, and 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 blessing to 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.
For this reason, 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 bring humans and elves together
They all felt extremely uncomfortable, but the dwarves were 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 and the high-elf human coalition that they would be there.
Meeting at Taranhof Castle.
However, the Butcher King did not realize that everything was part of Manfred's plan.
Manfred's sacrifice at all costs soon drew 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 time, the hungry wild beasts appeared, and the big horns
The beasts and horned beasts charged together, the minotaurs tested the dwarves' shield wall with their giant axes, the dwarf cannons and organ cannons plowed deep bloody trenches in the beastmen's formation, and the dwarf butchers shouted the butcher's oath.
, trying to find his own liberation 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 struck 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 wall 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 cut off one of the Minotaur's arms in the air: "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 Wallaya cloak protected him. Iron Fist tried to get up. He shook his head vigorously, trying to drive away 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 sank into the big horned beast's eye socket. It struggled a bit, and 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! Chapo, 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.
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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 Aralos, he couldn't help but feel happy, but he felt ashamed, so he forced a straight face: "Who wants you to save! I'll do it right away.
I’m going to chop off its head!”
"Thank me."
"Um?"
"Thank me." Alaros 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
His wildness and powerful vitality gave the dwarves the confidence to win this battle.
There were two groups of woodland cavalry, each with forty or fifty men. As soon as they saw the beastmen, their faces showed deep hatred and disgust. No need to remind them, everyone began to bend their bows and fire arrows.
"I..." The Butcher King knew that Araros 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, and the Butcher King had so many words stuck in his throat that 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.
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"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, and it was stabbed down. 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.
Leading their heroes into the battlefield.
The real massacre begins!
"Ah! What makes the elf boy rush faster than the most brave and fearless dwarves! I think it's definitely not their longer legs!" Butcher King Agrim suddenly felt a sense of shame that penetrated his bones.
He raised the Dago Ax: "Elf boy, let us compete again, who has killed more? I have killed twenty-five?"
"Really?" Araloth danced in the dense group of beastmen, and the wood elf hero laughed: "I am already fifty-six, dwarf!"
"What?!" Agrim wanted to scold him at first, but the Butcher King immediately remembered the previous volley of Bokunos, and the son of Grimnir shouted: "I will surpass you, I am going to Va
Raya swears!”
"Grimnir, give me power!" As the Butcher King rose up, the dwarf butchers followed the king and launched a charge. Eight full years later, the wood elves and the dwarves of Butcherburg 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 we fight~"
"The only ones left to deal with are the high elves and the Templars."