Chapter 211: Zong Qi's Eyes (Twenty-one)

The Witch Queen's blade was filled with anger and a vicious blood light burned on it. Hellebron believed that this was Cain's divine grace to help her punish the blasphemer.

Maybe it was true. After another confrontation, Lynch discovered that the Witch Queen, who was wrapped in blood mist, had strength and recovery ability that were obviously beyond normal.

But so what?

Kane's blessing made her lose her mind, but Lynch, who could control his original instincts, became more sober. He deliberately took Heleben to fight in the executioner's army. The mad dog-like witch would not show mercy to anyone who blocked her way.

As far as Lynch knows, Tyrion is in the Burial Barrage, and Eltharion is also here.

Lynch alone could not quickly deal with the crazy Heleben, and might even be at a slight disadvantage in the enemy camp.

However, wait until the Legion of Ivresse defeated the disrupted Executioner Army, and wait until "The Blind" Eltharion arrived here.

Or maybe Etain's army came to his aid and Imrik defeated the Chief Executioner.

Had any champion of Ulthuan joined forces with Lynch to slay Hellebron, the Cult of Khaine might have been consigned to history.

Lynch just needed a boost.

Cain is the main god of the Druzi faith, not the main god of the Lizardmen.

So what if I kill His God-chosen champion?

On the north side of the Tower of God's Blessing of the Evil, the fleet of the Itain Kingdom was attacked by underwater sea monsters before it landed.

Hal Gansi's monster warships were chasing Asur further north. If Asur could not quickly board the Black Ark, he would face the embarrassment of being attacked from both sides.

The Black Guard of Naggarond held a halberd and commanded the Druzi army to plan the defense line.

Malekith's vanguard marched among the disciplined troops. Nearly a hundred Black Guards were scattered in all directions, faintly protecting the dragon flag of Inarion.

Their cousin who had been rebelling for thousands of years had come, and the false king's army was about to launch another round of counterattack! This was not allowed. Although the Witch King had disappeared, the true king would return sooner or later. Malekith, the leader of the elves, would lead Druzil back to his homeland. Every Black Guard firmly believed this.

Unless the Witch-king orders otherwise, the armies of Nargrond will fight the rebels to the bitter end.

The Dark Elf Empire has never been weaker, and the disastrous defeat more than a decade ago seems like just yesterday.

Failure could not shake the Black Guard's determination to recover their homeland. What really terrified them was that the Witch King disappeared in the war.

The Witch King is Naggarond, the Witch King is Druzil.

After the ruler on the throne disappeared, their fallen kinsmen indeed rebelled.

The rebellious Dreadlords stalked the walls of Naggarond, numbering hundreds.

To make matters worse, the natives of the southern jungle took the opportunity to invade the north, and even broke through the walls of Naggarond and entered the inner city.

The Black Guards still remember the fierce battle under the Black Tower.

The driven out Druzy rebels were piled up like a mountain of dead, and tens of thousands of battle-hardened warriors were barely able to stop a mere few thousand rainforest natives.

It's all over.

The rebels on Ulthuan failed to destroy the true king's followers, and the Chaos in the north failed to destroy the true elves. How could a few thousand jungle natives overthrow an empire that stood in a sea of ​​blood and corpses? The Witch King will return, and before the true king returns to the throne, the Black Guard will hold out to the end. Only the annihilation of the army can end the blood feud that has fermented for thousands of years.

The "Malekis Vanguard" supervised the army ruthlessly, and any Druzil who wavered would be executed without hesitation.

The purpose of the Druzil's existence is to serve as the Blade of the Sorcerer King. They were born to support the son of Aenarion and return to the Phoenix Throne.

Their ancestors were soldiers of the Phoenix King Aenarion, and all Druzil should never forget the shame of five thousand years ago.

The armies of Naggarond were deployed, and the dragon banner of Aenarion fluttered in the sea breeze, bringing fear and despair to Druzil's enemies as it had always done.

The eagle ship of the Kingdom of Itain carried the Triton, protecting the dragon ship main ship in the center like a group of stars surrounding the moon.

The sea guards of Lothern certainly remembered the battle standards of Naggarond, whom they had just greeted more than a decade ago.

This Black Guard squad, known as the "Vanguard of Malekith's Army", slaughtered thousands of Elves of Itain! Every Sea Guard felt as if a sharp stone was blocking their chest, and they could feel the pain just by breathing.

Their relatives are among those nearly ten thousand elves.

The sea monster that attacked the eagle ship was shot to death by a crossbow. The wizard accompanying the army tried to summon the magic wind, but was dispersed by the sorceress of Naggarond.

The war returned to its most primitive form, and the evenly matched spell confrontation meant that no spellcaster could successfully cast a spell.

The furious Triton fought off wave after wave of rising sea monsters. Ismara's silver chariot was ready, and the remnants of the Terenlock Kingdom also had the courage to fight to the death.

Even though the commander of the Kingdom of Terranlock had been killed.

The deformed Chaos beasts failed to stop the Asur fleet. Druzil's Black Crossbows and the Triton's longbows rained arrows at each other, and the equally neat shield formations blocked the precise arrows.

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The Druzian shield with a painting of a black dragon and the Triton shield with an embroidered sea dragon were both studded with densely packed arrows.

Druzil's crossbow pierced through several shield-bearing Sea Guards, and Asur's Eagle Claw Crossbow was not to be outdone and fired back at the Dread Spearmen.

The harpies and giant eagles tried to take off, but were all shot down by the turbulence that was everywhere in the sky.

The swift eagle ship quickly approached the Black Ark. As soon as the ship docked, the Dread Spearmen began to advance with shields and spears.

Prince Tyrion looked a little pale; he had just recovered.

But this did not affect his ability to lead the team to break through Druzy's first line of defense.

The shouts and cries of killing never stopped, and the successive Ngarond soldiers put Asur's landing battle into an unprecedented predicament.

The black soldiers and the silver soldiers fell to the ground, and the corpses wrapped in black gold and Isemara silver huddled together without distinction.

The sharpness of the Yangyan Sword can cut through the enemy's formation, but it cannot destroy the Black Guards' determination to fight to the death with the enemy.

From time to time, elven nobles died from hidden arrows, and from time to time, the Terenlock chariots desperately rammed into the cold lizard chariot driven by the slave master Druzin.

The brave contemporary people shed their blood, adding a bit of blood to the ancient hatred.

The green light of dimensional lightning replaced the blazing white arcs, casting a somewhat chilly shadow over the battlefield.

The Dread Spearman grinned as he pierced the rebel's body, but the Triton endured the severe pain before dying and stubbornly grabbed the spear that pierced him. Another Triton took the opportunity to pierce the enemy's chest with a spear.

Insignificant deaths intertwined for a long time, and there were no cowards among the remaining living things on the Tower of the Blessed Evil Party.

Tonight is the night the Warriors die.

All of Druzy's vanguard troops were killed in the battle, and the black guards in charge of supervising the battle also died under the Yangyan sword.

The dragon banner of Aenarion still fluttered deep in the ranks of Naggarond, and the Black Guards were ready for battle, as if the Witch King himself had arrived on the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)