Chapter 278: The Last Light

of Hope (VI) No matter how determined they were, the Chaos Warriors could not turn defeat into victory. Dozens of powerful warriors were chopped down in the crowd one by one. It only took one imbalance for the fallen warriors to completely lose the chance of resistance.

They can split rock, but even the greatest strength needs a chance to swing the axe.

When the last Chaos Warrior was knocked down by the fearless people, the joy of victory overwhelmed all the Kislevites.

The usually arrogant Winged Hussars temporarily put aside their prejudice against the Cossacks.

Apart from the hundreds of Cosas who had no time to dodge and were hit directly by the Chaos Warriors, and the hundreds of people who died in the battle line with the Norsemen when the central army was in chaos, there were no other casualties in this battle.

This would be recorded in the letter submitted to the Tsar because no Tsar would like to see the heavy casualties of the Ugor Cavalry.

The miraculous victory filled the soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield with joy. Even the many wounded forgot their injuries and sang and danced with their companions.

Such a great victory could only occur in a defensive battle in a stone fortress, and even now, the dazed boyars were still checking the numbers.

They couldn't believe that they had defeated the Norscans, who were famous for their fighting skills, in a field battle with such minimal losses.

Even the mutilated corpse of Nikita Boye could not dim the joy of the great victory.

One after another, Ugol riders returned from afar. No one blamed them for being cowardly in battle because these riders had done an excellent job of luring the enemy. The first riders to withdraw from the battlefield were after the Norscans stepped into the glacier.

The Ugor people, who still retained their fear of the Chaos Hounds, were dragged to the monster's corpse by the Cosas with laughter, and were instigated by the laughing people to whip the monster's corpse.

The monsters are scary, but they are the ultimate winners.

The Cosas boasted about their prowess in battle, and if nothing unexpected happened, these would eventually become the topics of conversation for their descendants, and they would tell their grandchildren about them in front of the campfire.

The Winged Hussars took off their feathers, threw away their curled swords and broken lances, and led their horses to search for survivors among the corpses on the battlefield. From time to time, barbarians who wanted to feign death to escape were caught. The experienced warriors did not give the enemy any chance, and any exposed Norscan would die.

Discussion of the meteor shower spread secretly among the crowd, and in the end, everyone believed that it was a good omen, a huge rock that Ersun had smashed into the Norse Peninsula.

This gave the war a mythical color, and the outspoken Coza warriors were happy to spread rumors, as such legendary battles were more suitable for bragging.

A flurry of horse hoofbeats broke the post-battle joy. Another group of returning Ugor archers were as flustered as mice, which drew harsh ridicule from the Cossacks:

"Hahaha~ Guys, the battle is over, stop running around like the empire's stripped women!"

When they noticed Igorpol, who was trapped in the center of the archers, covered in blood and with bite marks all over his body, all the Cosas wisely stopped taunting.

The dying Boye was brought to the presence of the great Boye of Levich. The dying Boye ignored his injuries and spoke incoherently:

"They are coming. Chaos Warriors, Dragons, Giant Monsters, Hagrot who destroyed Slughov's Fortress six hundred years ago, they are coming endlessly."

The feeling of weakness brought by the passing of life made Igor's constantly opening and closing lips silent, the boys' concerned inquiries became blurred, and the whole world lost its color.

"Where did they get to?"

"Hold on, don't sleep!"

"You can't sleep! Little Igor, open your eyes!"

The boyars supported the ragged Igor, but their hands were as cold as snow.

He weakly grasped Levi's hand, as if urging him to do something.

It was not until the roar of Big Boye's orders spread across the glacier that Igor reluctantly let go of the warmth of the living person.

"Stop collecting bodies, get on your horses! Soldiers, I need you to evacuate all villages!"

The Winged Hussars passed on Boyer's orders in an orderly manner, and the resolute people carried out the orders without hesitation.

Rivet hesitated for a moment, then decisively issued the next order to the Ugor scouts.

"Follow the Winged Hussars! Take my sword and escort the refugees to Mirkavala!"

Rivet called the five boyars in the middle and gave them orders one by one.

"Bertaboye, you go ask the Tsar for help! Astraboye, you go inform the Northern Province, O'Neillboye, you go inform the Eastern Province, we have to fight another patriotic war!"

Without stopping, he approached Yevsky Boye and whispered in his ear:

"We must ask the Empire for help. You know what I'm talking about, my brother. We have to do this. The Tsar doesn't care about the life or death of the border lords. Her staff is looking forward to our death!

Go to Zoshank and open the box under my bed. Emperor Magnus fought alongside my father during the Great Holy War. After my father's death, he gave my family a magic sword. This sword is a testimony of our friendship.

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Take it with you and go to the Empire to ask the Emperor for help, telling him that the child of Dmitri, the Shield of the North, is begging him.

My brother, I will do my best to buy enough time for the Imperial reinforcements, and it must be as soon as possible! There is no time. "

Of course, the Empire's reinforcements would not arrive in time. Levich just didn't want the tragedy of twenty years ago to happen again, so he wanted to stop the Chaos army in Erengrad.

At the border between the Troll Kingdom and the Icefang Mountains, the mountains were razed to the ground by the meteorite rain, and all the beasts within a radius of hundreds of miles disappeared, either fleeing or dying in the falling stars.

The terrifying vision even caused the Chaos Army heading south to split into tributaries, one of which rushed straight to the densely packed craters.

The omnipresent aura of chaos awakened Lynch. He was not hit by the meteorite, and the aftermath of the meteorite was completely within his tolerance range. He was more concerned about the possible consequences of this magic.

Would Tigris's risky spell exacerbate the surge of chaotic energy? Lynch pushed the stone in front of him away, and was about to break the rock, but suddenly stopped.

He was not sure where he was buried. Where was the south? Where was the top? Abel was deeply troubled by this question. Gravity had little effect on him, which made the chosen champion completely lost after being inserted upside down deep into the earth.

The subtle sound pointed Abel in the direction. The God-chosen champion struggled to break free from the soil and dug towards the source of the sound.

This is easy to do due to inhuman physical qualities.

It was not until they fell into an empty collapsed tunnel that the God-chosen Champion determined who was up and who was down.

But a group of upright, short mice stood in his way.

The rat tide of the Corrupted Clan followed closely behind the vanguard army, completely unaware of what had happened to their scouting slaves, and still marched towards Kislev as planned.

(End of this chapter)