Chapter 209: The Eye of Zongqi (XIX)

Only dazzling sparks lit up, and no one could see the sudden attack of the lizard man and the abrupt retreat of Heliben. Mortals could only see the dissipating afterimages.

Hellebron held up the Sword of Death and the Blade of Curse and briefly touched the Saurian's staff.

As soon as the weapons touched, she realized that the opponent was much stronger than her, so she used the opponent's force to distance herself and dissipate most of the force without hesitation.

Wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, the "witch" laughed crazily, praising Cain's gift, and using the elves' innate agility to deal with the lizardmen.

The light of the Warlock Tower spread far onto the battlefield, but the sorceresses had no time to pay attention to the battle on the Black Ark. Teclis fought against the entire Warlock Tower on his own.

But Safri's mages were also overwhelmed, and the attacking dragon demons required their full attention.

The Grey Seers became the only group that could control magic.

Bolts of dimensional lightning fell and struck the rampaging group of flame dragons. The broken corpses on the ground rotted at an incredible speed. The foul-smelling smoke killed a large number of Duruchi, but also hindered the dragons.

Chuan Kui Luo, the "Ultimate Doomsday" who was in charge of the spell, did not care about the damage to his "ally".

Although the dragon encountered restrictions, a large number of witch spirits were killed or injured.

Under the heavy dark clouds, Ivrys's Mist Walkers wielded their weapons mechanically and maintained formation with their comrades.

Their attack on the Tower of the Blessed Evil Party has been going on for several days. Even the elves with extraordinary qualities cannot withstand such a fierce battle.

The mail armor on the warriors was covered with shocking cracks, and the scale armor on their lower bodies was also badly damaged.

The fish-scale-shaped silver scales of Isemara were laid out loosely, waiting to share destruction with their master.

The bloodshot in Asur's eyes destroyed their former elegance. The misty battle flag standing in the center of the army and the screams of their companions before their death supported their tense nerves.

The Cosqui Navy that had fought alongside them had been completely wiped out, but as long as they lowered their heads they could see the faces of their comrades from yesterday, and the Elves of Ivresse could still clearly remember the conversations and laughter of these elite sailors.

But the funeral could no longer be done, and even the body of a noble prince like Prince Cosqui was reduced to a decoration on the ground.

The surviving Asur only risked his life to rescue the sword of the elven prince. If they could return to Ulthuan alive, the sword that had witnessed the death of countless generations of masters would return to the master's descendants, starting another reincarnation.

The name of Cain, the "Lord of Murder", was sung crazily by the witches. The bloody scene, which was enough to make ordinary people lose their sanity, instead inspired Asur's determination to fight to the death.

Spearmen in groups of three or two attacked together and pierced the witch spirit's body. The witch spirit, unaware of the pain, let the spears go deeper into his body and rushed straight towards one of the Asur soldiers along the spears.

If Thoros, who had just defeated his opponent, had not broken her body with a stick, Druzy, who was still longing for killing before his death, would have gotten what he wanted.

Death was everywhere, and the ground was piled up with corpses again. The archers emptied their quivers, drew their swords and rushed directly towards the nearest enemy.

The sound of the strings became sparse, and soon the crossbow stopped firing.

"For Tor Yvresse, for Ulthuan!"

The Elf Prince shouted empty slogans and used bravery in battle to defend the honor of his family.

Perhaps that is not empty, because the high elves take this sentence more seriously than their own lives.

That is the land that the Sentinels of Ivresse have guarded for countless years. Demons cannot destroy it, and Druzil cannot destroy it.

The glory of the Kingdom of Ivresse cannot be tarnished by Druzil. This is the consensus of every soldier of the Mist Legion.

The legion, with more than half of its members reduced, still maintained its tattered defense line. Faith made the soldiers' hearts more unbreakable than an indestructible castle.

Kane's priests have lost themselves in the increasingly fierce battlefield, and the witch spirits have completely fallen into Kane's blood web.

The witch spirits in relatively good condition used various methods to rush into the Asur position, even though they were trapped in various places in the position by the soldiers with shields and spears, and even though the Asur were mixed with cold-blooded killing machines.

Kane, the "Lord of Murder", is everything to them!

The violent witch spirits met the Thoros who were far more violent than them. The lizardmen were better adapted to such battlefields than other creatures.

Few mortals could survive such losses in battle, but Thoreau's battles were always to the death.

The Scarred have fought in far more hopeless battles, and the Coldbloods can rarely rely on magic in combat, even if they possess the most powerful spellcasters.

Most of the chapters that Scar Veterans once served in died at the hands of the Reavers' magic. Without the help of the Skink Priests, the Lizardmen must break through the iron wall of the Guardian Mages before they can face the Chaos Warlocks who also have extraordinary physical fitness.

They had been subjected to continuous artillery bombardment due to poorly decided orders, and had repeatedly repelled gold diggers whose numbers far outnumbered the patrols.

War fills almost every minute and every second of their existence. Every scarred veteran is a walking war, and their existence inspires the sense of honor of the cold-blooded species.

After the remaining God-blessed evil pirates were completely slaughtered, there were no more deserters left on this special battlefield.

More Thoros, led by the Scarred One, entered Asur's position, hastening the defeat of the Witch Spirit.

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The orderly sound of marching disturbed the battlefield, and the footsteps drowned out the sound of weapons.

In the north, the five-meter-high statue of Kane is carried by steel, and the magma flowing on the statue is as dazzling as blood.

Several enslaved ogres worked together to drag the symbol of Khaine's sect. The stone Khaine Sword in the hand of the Khaine statue inexplicably felt sharper than metal.

Hal Gansi's army of executioners maintained strict discipline and arrived at the battlefield under the leadership of Tularis Fearbringer.

The Asur soldiers lost the joy of impending victory, and a faint despair enveloped every Mist Walker.

Even if they were added together with the cold-blooded people, they could only barely match the number of Druzy's reinforcements.

And they were already exhausted.

If it were an ordinary Druzy army, Asur would still have confidence of winning.

But the one coming is the "Blood of Cain", an elite legion of executioners. Even if the Mist Walker Legion is in its prime, it will face huge losses if it wants to win.

Silently chanting the name of the mother goddess Isa, all Asur were prepared to die in a foreign land.

A shaken Asur thought of his friends back in Ulthuan, but they had no choice. Surrender was unheard of among the Sentinels of Yvresse.

If they could inflict severe damage to the Blood of Khaine before they died, the next time the Druzil invaded Ulthuan their power would be weakened, and their families would be somewhat safer.

Under the cover of Stormwing, Eltharion broke through the encirclement of the Death Witches and returned to the northernmost part of the battle formation.

The resolute leader used practical actions to tell the soldiers who trusted him that he would continue to fight to the death.

There are too many grieving widows and mothers in Tor Yvresse, so the ruler of Tor Yvresse would naturally not be stingy with a son, and Eltharion is also not afraid of death.

(End of this chapter)