Chapter 369 The Long Night (Ten)
The earl's seemingly admonishing words did shake people's hearts, but the emperor's encouragement and his extraordinary vision firmly steadied people's minds.
White flames danced in the eyes of the human emperor. As long as he looked up, he could see the majestic figure on the griffin.
As if he were the living incarnation of the Lord of the Winter Wolf, faith and strength enveloped Magnus the Pious. His voice was like Sigmar's inspiring speech to the world. No matter how severe the crisis was, it could not shake the hearts of those whose hearts were reached by this voice.
No one would doubt that he was a leader with nothing but political power. Skilled vampire warriors were slaughtered like chickens in front of him, and every blow of his hammer could crush the flesh of immortals.
The cold wind surrounds the Human Emperor in the sky. He always appears at the most dangerous front line and always manages to escape unscathed.
As if he was protected by Sigmar's divine power, the vampire's servants' crossbows could not hurt his hair, and cannonballs and swords could not touch his flesh. It was hard for Louis to believe that he was still a human being.
The tide of the undead could not engulf the emperor chosen by God, but it could easily engulf Louis and other mortals.
The emperor's order was correct, they must break out.
Perhaps Your Majesty should not have allowed the White Wolf Knights to advance into Sylvania first, so that they could at least hold out to the end.
But at the time, that decision was indeed the right one. Who could have thought that the undead could unleash unprecedented potential?
The land of the dead was once again filled with the dead. Ancient warriors armed with swords blocked the Knights' way back. Groups of ghouls and their masters rushed out from the roads on both sides of the forest, trying to kill all the white wolves that had penetrated deep into the enemy's rear.
Christopher Ur-Ul-Urrik and the hundreds of inner circle knights present did not think this was a fantasy that could be realized.
The black sun took away Christopher's superiors, comrades and rivals, and also made him experience the greatest ordeal of his life. He had seen more desperate adversity in Middenheim than the current one.
Yes, the soldiers who died in the battle with vampires will join the vampire lord's team. The undead oppress the space of the living. There will only be more and more of them, and fewer and fewer living people.
But compared to the evil god's messengers who can cross Middenheim's towering bridges and smash the fortresses standing on the mountains, they are still a little inferior.
The Grand Master of the Knights of the White Wolf stood beside Great Ulric, with nearly half of the Guardians of the North behind him. Both Ulric's priests and the Knights of the White Wolf had sworn an oath to the Empire - they were the defenders of the Empire and the fangs of the Winter Wolf God.
Before he set out on the expedition, he swore an oath to the emperor that he would spend the rest of his life purifying this province that had been ravaged by the undead.
Even if he didn't like Magnus, he couldn't let this promise become empty words.
The Wolf God's warriors have already defeated dozens of Undead legions, and are now just about to destroy another wave of Undead resistance.
"Ulric is watching us! Today, right now! We fight not only for courage and faith, but for every human behind us, for those who have not yet been freed from fear! Fight for the future of the Empire!
Let our descendants live in a world without vampires! Let the next generation sing the praises of our bravery and sacrifice in the sun. For the survival and hope of all mankind, charge forward! "
Yurik's warriors responded to the Patriarch's call for war with passionate war songs:
"Prepare for battle! Mount your horses! Winter is coming! The White Wolf is riding! White Wolf Riders!"
They are more brutal than wolves.
There was no choice but to turn back. According to the attack route previously planned by the emperor, one by one the half-griffin knights swung their war hammers and broke through the blockade of the undead.
The Outer Ring and Auxiliary Troops followed closely behind, and under the leadership of the Battle Priest, they fearlessly fought the Undead.
The messengers of God under the wolfskin cloaks wielded their axes and hammers skillfully. War was their divine book, and their howls, longer than those of winter wolves, were the gospel they conveyed to the world.
These champion warriors of Yurik never rely on books and paper to preach. What they use for baptism is not holy water, but the blood of their enemies.
The belief in not fearing death made every human on the battlefield resonate with the god Ulric. Only grinding bones and scattering ashes could stop their advance. The cold wind summoned by the priest's roar aroused the ferocity of the ghoul kings, making the war enter a white-hot stage from the very beginning.
One after another, the ferocious beasts of the Strigoi family rushed into the crowd, enduring the pain and torture brought to them by the sacredness, and tearing open the human bodies with their sharp claws and bloody mouths.
Being cut in half by an axe cannot stop their bloodthirstiness, and being smashed in the head by a hammer cannot stop them from spreading death.
Groups of ghouls swarmed around the Strigoi, sharing the corpses slaughtered by their masters.
It’s just that their enemies are just as bloodthirsty and just as fearless of pain.
Even if their arms were torn off by monsters, Yurik's followers would use their legs, feet and skulls to launch a final counterattack against the enemy.
A knight knocked down by a ghoul will twist off the enemy's head before dying. The dying warrior still has the belief and ability to fight back desperately.
The violent storms and brimstone summoned by the necromancer could not stop the knights from galloping, and the lightning and blood rain could not scare away the charging knights.
The faint white light danced in their eyes, burning their senses, baking their spirit and will, allowing them to accomplish extraordinary things.
The hammer smashed the skull of the dead, and the undead servants turned into debris on the ground before they even had time to stretch out their claws.
The dead were trampled by horses' hooves, and the endless charge echoed the charge horns, as if to devour all the undead.
The first charge led by the inner circle knights disintegrated the elite forces of the blockers from the front. The fierce battle made the knights enter a mysterious state. Everything slowed down. The knights who were focused on the battle could even see the movements of the vampires and give corresponding responses in time.
The ambush army composed of ghouls and vampires was smashed into pieces by war hammers in the brutal counterattack of humans, just like a pack of wolves hunting, the weak deer were pounced on and crushed by the winter wolves.
Tichi Huichi calmed the restless giant horned cold lizard and subconsciously looked up to observe the stars.
But the dark clouds blocked the revelations that the ancient sages left for the cold-blooded species, and it also did not receive any guidance from its master Shilan.
Its mission continues - to recover the lost golden tablets that record the words of the first Slann.
The young Skink warriors are waiting for Teach's orders, and as their guide and guardian, Teach must make decisions.
Perhaps Huangqi has already given a secret revelation, but the Shijianks just didn't realize the sacredness of it.
What to do? The Warmblood was fighting with the Dead Man-Cub, which had nothing to do with the Skink. It just wanted to know where to go next with the children blessed by the Ancient Saint Kotego.
(End of this chapter)
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