She saw the battle between Manfred and Béranal. The wise man fought against dozens of necromancers and Manfred himself, and once gained the upper hand. The meteorites and flame storms he summoned killed thousands of people.
The undead army was cleared away and Manfred's proud charge was repelled. The Hoth Sword Saints were gradually overwhelmed by the undead knight's charge, leaving only a few dozen meters near Beranal still resisting.
She saw Princess Adira charging from the side to protect Berannar. She saw the knights on both sides clashing. One after another, the noble Asurs fell into the mud of Sylvania.
She saw that even though she was defeated, Princess Adilla still bravely challenged Manfred to a duel.
After one round, she was knocked down by Manfred. At the end, Adira still shouted the name of Tyron Locke and Tyrion and took out the dagger. Manfred knocked her dagger away and grabbed her throat.
Princess Renlock was eventually captured alive by the undead, and was taken to Duncanhof Castle by a group of bats.
"No...no!" Alisara realized how much price and sacrifice the high elves had paid to save her. Tears streamed down the face of the kind-hearted little queen. Too many people had died for her.
The Sword Saints of Hoth held on for a long time. These warriors walked on the ground and were as agile as monkeys. They slashed back and forth with half-length giant swords in their hands, turning the area around Berannar into a bone mill, with bones turning into streams and corpses turning into streams.
wall.
The first wave of attacks was repelled, and then another group of people were replaced to continue the fierce attack. Manfred did not hesitate to trade ten for one, attacking the defense line one after another.
After all, the Sword Master of Hess is not a magic weapon. He fought fiercely for half a day without any chance to rest. In addition, the huge disparity in the strength of the troops made it inevitable to focus on one and lose the other. After struggling to support, B'Elannar's magic power finally reached its end, and the Second Archmage
Forced to duel with Manfred,
While Manfred barely managed to cope with B'Elanna's onslaught, he used mind magic to control a Heth Sword Master who was already extremely tired. When B'Elanna's attention was all focused on the Wind of the Undead,
, he was pierced through the chest by the Sword Master of Hoth behind him.
There was a big explosion in the wind of magic. Alisala saw it. She saw the death of Belannar. The dead soul of the second archmage rose to the sky and let out a series of sad sighs. He noticed Alisala.
While looking at him, Belannar's soul showed a sad expression, his lips moved slightly, then scattered, turned into the breeze, drifted away, and returned to Ulthuan.
Although she couldn't make a sound, Alisala could understand B'Elanna's mouth movements.
"Feel sorry".
"No, don't die, no!" The little queen had already burst into tears. She shouted desperately, but she could not save Bérannar's death.
Don't apologize, I don't want you to apologize, I want you to survive!
"Arkhan! Enough, all this is enough!" Alisala roared at Arkhan. The little queen had never been so angry in her life. She screamed: "Kill me! Kill me.
Me, enough is enough, kill me! Kill me now and let my people go!"
"It's not your turn yet." Arkhan said calmly, the Lich King was busy.
The nine volumes of Nagash were spinning crazily along the nine demon ritual scene. Arkhan first took down the witchcraft crown from the human skin throne devoutly, put it on Vekma's head, and began to cast spells at the same time.
, the power of the nine sacrifices was simultaneously drawn towards the archbishop.
Alisara screamed in agony. The blessing from Isa was being forcibly stripped out of her body. Part of the power of the Elf Mother Goddess would become the best nourishment for resurrecting the Lord of the Dead. The little queen thought that
The power of pride left the body, and the extreme pain almost caused Alisala to pass out.
Elsharion, who was fighting desperately on the battlefield, and Manfred, who had just killed Beranal, felt it almost at the same time.
Nagash's resurrection ritual is reaching its peak!
Must be prevented (returned) to the ring of nine demons!
Almost at the same time, Eltharion and Manfred immediately abandoned their armies, and Storm Wings and Undead Horses rushed towards the ceremony site.
There was an anxious expression on Eltharion's face, and the Cold One knew that this rescue, which had little hope, had failed.
Adira is missing, and the Tyranrok knights and chariot troops under her command have been nearly wiped out.
Belannar is dead, and there are still a few Sword Masters of Hoth fighting, just a few.
Even the Mist Walker troops under Eltharion suffered heavy losses. There are now less than 400 soldiers still fighting. Many soldiers have fallen, and more soldiers are struggling to their death.
They were all good, and they made the undead pay the price. Fifteen hundred elves actually fought against a hundred thousand undead, and even wiped out an army of more than 10,000 undead.
However, Eltharion knew that this battle had been lost. Without Belannar fighting against so many necromancers and controlling the winds of magic, those defeated and defeated undead armies were quickly resurrecting.
Hope is dead.
Alisara woke up dazedly from the cold ceremony scene. She reluctantly opened her swollen eyes, and she saw her father's best friend, Elsharion, fighting with Manfred.
Stormwing fell, and the gryphon was stabbed in the heart by Manfred. Correspondingly, Manfred and his undead horse were also knocked away and swept to the ground.
Eltharion and Manfred began a duel.
Both sides are outstanding warriors of their respective races. The difference is that Manfred never tires and can heal any injury quickly. Sylvania's power and curse support the last vampire count, making him stronger.
Elsharion had been fighting hard for a long time. He was exhausted and exhausted in the battle. More than a dozen poisonous wounds had slowed down his reaction. It seemed that he had almost no chance of winning.
However, the current situation in Alishara's eyes was that Elsharion was in the upper hand. The blade sword in his hand almost cut off Manfred's head several times. The last vampire count was tired of parrying, and he
He stepped back step by step, while looking anxiously at the ceremony from time to time, wanting to know what was going on.
A certain noble character is shrouding Eltharion, allowing Prince Yris to still retain the strength to fight.
Alishara shed tears again. The little queen knew that although Eltharion was usually stern, his will and noble virtue were the reasons why he was revered and admired by Ulthuan.
Eltharion is fighting for his friendship, fighting for his kingdom, and fighting for his people.
Manfred, you will never understand, Alisara thought in her heart, selfishness and self-interest, as an absolute egoist, you will never understand what a noble soul will do when faced with difficulties.
How much power can be unleashed.
Sure enough, despite being exhausted, despite being poisoned, and despite the fact that his physical strength had hit rock bottom, Elsarion still fought back Manfred. He cut off one of Manfred's arms, Manfred staggered back, and Elsarion.
Sarion's eyes were like fire.
"Stop looking, it's your turn, my dear." Arkhan's voice sounded from behind Alishara's ear, and the Lich King said in a tone of approval: "He is a brave man, but Manfred is not.
"
"It's my turn, isn't it?" Alisala said calmly.
"In addition to the blessing of Isha in you, we also need the power of Asuryan in your body." Arkhan untied the little queen very elegantly, and he said gently: "I will try my best to be quick, no
I will make you suffer too much, I promise."
Alisara really wanted to curse, but the little queen had no energy left. She took one last longing look at the gloomy sky of Sylvania, and silently walked toward the ceremony, guided by the two tomb guards.
The cauldron, where her throat will be cut and sacrificed, will be used to resurrect Nagash.
The heartbeat is so fast, getting faster and faster.
Arkhan nodded, and he took out the staff of Nagash - Arakakash. The nine volumes were merged into one. The Lich King pointed towards the cauldron with the staff and was about to cast a spell.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
"boom----!"
Terrible big explosion!
The sky is falling apart!
The Staff of Nagash instantly exploded into a thousand fragments, thunder exploded, and silver-white lightning exploded from the staff like wild horses, destroying half of the ceremony site in an instant!
Rolling thunder shot straight into the sky, exploding a hole in the dark clouds as thick as steel plates in Sylvania. The sun's rays of light fell from the sky, the earth trembled, and the smoke and dust rising into the sky almost enveloped the entire Nine Demons.
ring of sky.
Elsarion and Manfred, who were dueling, were both stunned by the scene in front of them.
Ritual? Something went wrong with the ritual?
The two of them abandoned the enemy in front of them and rushed towards the ceremony site.
Thick smoke billowed, and the Lich King Arkhan fell aside.
Damn it, there's something wrong with the staff! Arkhan was extremely angry, but he was prepared!
The entire ritual site has been reinforced by 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.
Nagash's staff is gone, and he still has his own staff as a backup!
It doesn't matter if you can't get the little queen's blood. Isha's blessing has been obtained. Even if nine people can't get it together, eight people can resurrect Nagash!
No one can stop me from resurrecting my master! The Lich King cast a spell to reorganize his body, and then rushed towards the center of the ceremony, where Archbishop Vekmar and the cauldron were located.
The ritual must continue and Nagash must be resurrected, or our realm of the dead will fall!
But there was someone faster than him. Manfred was the first to rush into the ceremony scene with a maniacal laugh. The last vampire count grabbed Vic, who had been half-mutilated by the explosion. Even his head was exploded and his brains were exposed.
Archbishop Ma bared his fangs and began to frantically absorb Nagash's power!
"It's mine, it's all mine, it all belongs to me! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Manfred grinned crazily, and the last vampire count absorbed the endless amount of Nagash himself in the ceremony.
The power of the undead.
Today is the day when he will be promoted to Demigod and Lord of Death!
Bald Man no longer cares about anything.
All of Nagash's dark magic is being absorbed by Manfred!
The time to become a god was approaching, and Manfred was so happy that all the muscles in his face were twisted together. He could feel that Nagash's curse and restrictions on vampires were changing as he gained Nagash's full power.
Madness weakens, Lord of the Undead? Wrong! From now on it will be the era of me, Manfred, the Lord of Death!
Witness my rise, the human gods, the dwarf gods, the elven gods, and the Four Gods of Chaos, the Eternal Emperor, Manfred the Supreme, will ascend the throne here!
"Stop!" Arkhan was shocked when he saw this scene, and the Lich King immediately tried to rush over to stop Manfred.
Eltharion saw hundreds of chaotic magical winds exploding in the undead army. The originally indestructible Nagashzar guards were blown to pieces, and the barrier protecting the ceremony site had also disappeared. Although his body and energy were exhausted,
Having reached his limit, Elsharion still used up his last bit of strength to rush towards the ceremony location.
The hundreds of undead winds that came towards him almost killed Eltharion directly. Blood came out from all the seven orifices of Prince Yris. His crown of Prince Yris and the Blade Fang Sword in his hand once had powerful blessings.
, but now the light on these two artifacts has dimmed, because even the power of the elves' blessings has been forced to succumb to the dark power of the Lord of the Dead!
If something in his arms hadn't been working, Eltharion would have died.
Prince Yris knew what it was. It was a blessing rosary given by the Sun King Ryan. Eltharion didn't know why this thing was so powerful. Even his own sword and crown could not resist the curse of the undead, but it could protect him.
, but there is no time to think now!
Out of pride, Eltharion did not wear the rosary given by Ryan, but just put it on his body. Upon seeing this, Prince Yris no longer hesitated, he immediately took out the rosary and put it on his wrist.
The rosary immediately emitted a dazzling light and enveloped Elsharion. Relying on this power, Prince Iris quickly found Alishara who had passed out. There was a large bruise on the little queen's forehead, and she was also injured.
The skin was broken, but she did not die. She was still alive. The sacrifice could not die so easily. Arkhan was prepared to protect the magic.
After untying the shackles of the little queen, Prince Iris discovered that Isa's blessing had been stripped away from Alishara's body. Her body was now filled with chaotic magical energy. Elsharion didn't understand much of this, so he checked
Halfway through, he was already vomiting blood. He knew that he had reached his limit. Stars were popping up in front of his eyes. The dozens of wounds on his body were faintly working, and his blood was running out.
"Wake up, Alishara, wake up quickly, we don't have much time." Eltharion put down the sword of blades and the crown of Yris, and reached out his hand to press on the little queen's shoulders. He gently
Shake the little queen to signal her to wake up.
"Uncle Elsharion?" Alisara reluctantly woke up.
"Finally, I have rescued you." Behind Elsharion, thousands of chaotic undead magics were scattered everywhere. Manfred's figure was shrouded in a group of terrifying dark magics. The last few high-elf soldiers
Under the erosion of undead magic, he turned into a ball of ashes. Looking at the injured and exhausted Elsharion in front of her, the little queen choked up again: "It's not necessary, because I..."
"This is a promise, Alishara, my promise to you, my promise to your father, my promise to Ulthuan, I must fulfill it." Eltharion fell to his knees in pain, and he coughed
With blood dripping from his eyes, he resolutely took off the rosary beads from his wrist and put them on Alisala's hand: "Isa's blessing has been lost. Alisala, you can no longer become the eternal queen. Presumably, the future will be certain."
It will be very painful, but promise me to live, okay?"
"Uncle Elsharion!" The protective range of the rosary is very small, and the power stored in Ryan is passing away quickly. Alishara watched Prince Yris being corroded by the wind of the undead, and the flesh and blood began to ooze from his skin.
Peel off.
"Promise me! Live!!!" Elsharion roared towards Alishara.
"I promise you!" the little queen screamed. She could do nothing but shed tears now.
"Okay, remember, this is your promise to me." Elsarion was already kneeling on the ground: "I still have... magic power... I... blood, now, run away, hurry up!"
After saying this, Prince Iris took out the dagger and pierced it on his thigh. Blood spurted out, and the magical energy in the blood formed a phantom light. The power of the mist goddess Ladelia successfully came, and a spiritual unicorn will
Alisala picked up the bag and rushed into the distance.
"Uncle Eltharion!"
Looking at Alishara's retreating figure, Elsharion finally showed a smile again after hundreds of years. Prince Yris grinned and looked at Alishara riding the spiritual unicorn away.
The figure nodded with satisfaction.
Thousands of people died just to save one person, or is it really worth it for the little queen who has already had her blessing taken away from her and is destined to be unable to ascend the throne in the future?
He didn't know, he only knew that he had fulfilled his promise to Tyrion, either to die or to save his daughter.
He has a clear conscience.
"It's you, it's you who messed up everything, Pointy Ears!" Arkhan's angry voice came from far to near, and the Lich King knew that he had no time to chase the little queen now: "You forced me, you could have survived
Come down."
"..." Elsharion remained silent.
"Very good, die!" Arkhan put his hand on Eltharion's back: "Curse of time!"
The armor on Prince Yris is rusting and aging rapidly, and the power of magic penetrates into the flesh. Eltharion is aging rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the last moment of his life, the white-haired Eltharion looked at the corpses of the high-elf warriors on the battlefield. The blood of Asul dyed the land of Sylvania red, and even the sky became solemn. Yi Rui
Prince Si then turned his attention to the west, which was Assur's hometown, Ulthuan. It was his hometown, the beautiful kingdom of Yris shrouded in mist.
"The last power has been given to the last hope, and my eternal watch ends here."
The prince of the high elves, the eternal watchman of Tal-Yris, and Eltharion the Grim, turned into wisps of ashes under Arkhan's magic and died in Sylvania.