Chapter 370 The Long Night (XI)
The last survivors of the temple-city of Enhilada roam the lands of the warm-blooded, as the Greatcrested Skinks and their interdependent companions shun the guns of man and the spells of the undead.
They did not attack the human strongholds according to the vampire's orders, because when the mercenary contract was signed, Teach did not understand what the other party was saying at all. If the other party had not given it a piece of stone fragment, it would not even appear in the empire.
Perhaps the newborn Skinks knew how to communicate with the younger races, but Teach, who was gradually aging and isolated from the world, had never understood the language of the younger creatures.
The riders search for prey in the soil of Ostermark, whether it is warm-blooded people, demons, or small groups of undead, they are all their prey.
Obviously, their employers did not understand the rules of the Horned Cold Lizard Riders, and there was not even a vampire to lead them to attack human strongholds. It was not a wise thing to let the cold-blooded species act freely, especially when the leader of this group of skinks was a skink who had not accepted new ideas.
No matter whose blood they used to sacrifice to the ancient saints, they could not get any revelation for the next step. They could only blindly expand the range of choices for sacrifice, from lone ogres to scattered beastmen. In the end, they even risked destroying an entire tribe of beastmen with guerrilla warfare and raids.
They were still lucky, as if there were invisible ancient saints protecting them, and no matter what kind of disaster it was, it could not affect them.
Perhaps the Serpent God had had a revelation, but the black blurred everything.
They wandered around in confusion until they came across a group of warmbloods who looked like they were seeking shelter.
Of course, human beasts could not outrun the giant horned cold lizards. The excellent reconnaissance skills of the jungle hunters forced the poor young creatures into a corner. If Teach had not discovered the gold that was barely visible between the robes of the warm-bloods, these young creatures would have long since become food for the giant horned cold lizards.
When the Skink Leader pointed his slender fingers at the golden plate, even the dumbest creature would have known what it wanted.
Therefore, these wealthy merchants and nobles who were preparing to flee Ostermark had an additional guard team. Perhaps it was Sigmar's revelation that they always believed that this was a necessary transaction.
The dwarf rune master gradually weaved magic-blocking runes as he struck. The chanting of Neferata and the descendants of Lahmia could no longer receive a response from the wind of magic. The magic power disappeared completely like evaporated water vapor.
Rune lightning turned the vampire queen, who was trembling with anger, into charcoal. Her witch throne was struggling to maintain its shape in the thunder. Now, she didn't even have the energy to restore her appearance and could only let the ugly black climb on her body.
She finally locked onto her target - an old dwarf standing next to an anvil of doom with the most intricate rune pattern in the center of the dwarf army.
Anger made Neferata look completely inhuman, and her beautiful exterior was torn apart.
The vampire, whose new hair even stood up, wanted to tear the stubborn old fool into pieces, but the fearless butchers and the raven knights who were rampaging among the undead were like natural barriers blocking her way.
It was not until then that she remembered the Southland mercenaries sent by the Castine family to assist her. Unfortunately, the Vampire Queen could not find any cold-blooded creatures in her perception, and even the beastman tribe and ogre settlement, which also served as reserve forces, disappeared.
When the Rune Master once again shattered her body with thunder, she was so angry that she couldn't help but send out her maid guards and join the battlefield herself.
Their figures were almost invisible to the naked eye. The extremely fast bloodline champions used their bloodthirsty bestiality to attack the human knights and dwarves with their rapiers and sharp claws.
Just like a swooping poisonous snake, the armor of humans and dwarves was as fragile as paper in front of their dry claws. The throats of living creatures were torn off by the dead, and the warriors who fought bravely fell in a pool of blood one after another.
The Vampire Queen's sedan knocked down the Dwarf King who was trying to jump onto the chariot, but before she could be proud for too long, the old Rune Blacksmith deep in the Dwarf army struck the Anvil of Doom with all his might, and even the ground on which the Rune Anvil stood was cracked by the hammer.
Lightning that was like a bolt of lightning that could split the sky pierced through the Vampire Queen's magical protection and tore her sedan apart. Her favorite maid, Naima, turned into ashes in the thunder that broke through the boundaries. The dirty dust drifted in the cold wind, touching the last nerve that kept the vampire sane.
Madness turned Neferata into a shadow and rushed towards the dwarf's shield formation.
The dwarven rune weapons had no time to touch her skin, and only the rune blacksmiths could harm her body from a distance.
But even the best runesmiths would be unable to strike out such earth-shattering thunder again, as that would cause the Anvil of Doom to overload, causing irreversible damage, or even self-destruct.
He would rather die than damage the miracles passed down by his ancestors. Every dwarf is like this, but their perseverance and persistence are futile in the face of absolute power and speed.
The swarming Ironbreakers used their heavy corpses to slow down the Vampire Queen's pace. Just as the engineer calibrated the rune cannon and prepared to kill the beast once and for all with anti-undead projectiles, a bony face suddenly emerged from the dark clouds in the sky.
Deep green flames leaped in the eyes of the Supreme Necromancer, like the God of Death looking down on the world. The Great Necromancer used his unparalleled soul to shatter the Rune Blacksmith's anti-magic rune network, and even the Anvil of Doom made a crackling sound from overload.
Lynch suddenly looked to the north, and with the help of the vortex of undead magic that climbed to the top, he locked the position of the enemy.
He ignored the claws and fangs of the Strigoi Ancestor, and the bloody demon lingering behind another layer of curtains. Even the scars on his back could not stop him from moving north.
The search for the stone tablet was temporarily put on hold. Nagash's power was even stronger than he had expected, even though he had overestimated his ability as much as possible.
It must be allowed to return to death immediately, otherwise the entire world will become a dead zone first.
The Overlord of the Dead, who was about to crush the dwarf army with one foot, suddenly stopped in mid-air. Its projection looked to the south, and saw with gritted teeth the troublesome insects heading north.
Just like an immortal pest, maybe he is just a reptile to the Undead Supreme, but the immortal reptile is enough to trouble the most powerful giant.
Taking advantage of the chaos, the Vampire Queen regained her sanity and decisively escaped from the dwarf army. She deftly avoided the battle axe that the Butcher King sent towards her. When the phantom in the sky disappeared, Neferata, who wanted to fight, no longer had the courage to continue.
(End of this chapter)
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