Chapter 371 The Long Night (Twelve)
Halid Shield of the Mountains and his companions fought off wave after wave of undead in the town of Eschen. The battle and killing should have continued until the dwarf warriors died of exhaustion one after another.
The sudden appearance of a Chaos warband disrupted everything. Both the undead and the dwarves became the chosen sacrifices by the northern barbarians.
"Skull for the Skull Seat!"
The leading Chaos Champion seemed to be searching for something, and his increasingly impatient eyes told all witnesses a bad fact - even if the target he was looking for was not here, this champion warrior would raze the town to the ground.
Obviously, even if the dwarves shared their goals, an alliance would be impossible.
Skarr Bloodfury wielded two axes connected by brass chains, and in an instant it became a storm of blood and death.
Even if he was shot to pieces by the vampire's human servants with muskets, he could still kill as usual.
What flows from the champion's body is not blood, but boiling magma. He always crashes into his next victim in the most direct route, followed closely by the Wratheaters and Skullreapers of the Skarram'l tribe.
Carstein, who was guarding the fortress, had his foul brains chopped out by an axe from the Khorne champion. The remaining humans and dwarves had to form a brief alliance to fight against the Chaos warriors who wanted to massacre the city.
The almost beast-like roars struck fear into the survivors' minds again and again. The death of their companions could not awaken the bloodthirsty and brutal Norscans. All the northerners were looking forward to the dark glory that was about to come.
The Blood God is calling for blood, and He doesn't care where the blood comes from.
Pain lost its meaning to the Khorne warriors and only stimulated them to attract the attention of the Blood God with more brutal slaughter.
Blood splattered freely in the air, and the Chaos Warriors who were bleeding but still charging violently made the dwarves identify them - mad berserkers.
Perhaps if they hold on for a while longer, these berserkers will die.
Lynch swept across the ruined land and over the low hills. The mad vampires tightly entangled the cold-blooded creatures. The two warriors spilled blood and flesh on every inch of mud on the road.
The lizardmen's keen senses allowed them to capture another oppressive darkness. Some brutal and inhuman beings had arrived in Sylvania. Lynch didn't know their names, and couldn't even grasp their shapes. He could only judge that the extra dark beings in Sylvania were all powerful enough to despise mortals.
They are as distant as the stars, yet deeper and more unpredictable than the abyss.
The most powerful of them have not yet crossed the veil, but even across the dividing line between reality and nothingness, Lynch can feel the smell of blood coming towards him, and the power behind it that can make the world tremble.
Decisively, the lizard man suddenly changed direction. He might be able to use these individuals to get rid of the difficult enemy and achieve his own goals at the same time.
The thunder and roar approached Eschen, and the already restless night wind became more violent.
The biting cold wind carried the sounds of unknown fighting, and the earth-shaking collision shook the entire surface, bringing the horrific fight into the sight of the warriors in the city of Eschen.
The boiling blood cooled down in the dwarf's body, and his indomitable will to fight began to waver. The two monsters in the flying sand and rocks were enough to scare away the bravest mortals, because they were not beings that mortals should face.
Under the incredible gaze of the dwarves and humans, the Khorne champion turned around without hesitation and rushed towards the two fighting parties that seemed like gods.
It was almost natural that he was torn into pieces by the simultaneous attacks from both sides as soon as he stepped into the legendary battlefield. However, one of the glowing figures somehow ran away into the distance the next moment, and even took the claws of another being for this, allowing his body to be torn apart by violence.
The sudden change in the celestial phenomena revealed to mortals the horror that was about to come. The already gloomy world became even darker. Angry thunder rolled above the sky, breaking the boundary between Isil and reality.
A dim flame cracked the ground and spread in all directions along the broken land.
A bloody hurricane swept across Sylvania in an instant. The wind, sharper than a battle axe, easily cut through the rocks and walls, passed over the heads of the dwarves, and shattered the entire Eshen in an instant. And this was only the aftermath.
Shards and boulders rose into the sky, covering the spot where the champion had died, trapping the Lord of Strigoi before he could escape.
A blood mist enveloped the body of the dead, and Usoran watched helplessly as the broken bones of the Khorne champion recovered in the blink of an eye, and the broken muscles returned to health at an incredible speed.
The vision disappeared only when the angry warrior stood up again.
There was no rationality in his eyes, only the desire to kill.
The choking sulfur spread with the champion's breath, and bloody flames shook on the demon's battle axe. Only then did the vampire react - it seemed to have been framed.
The sound of fierce fighting echoed behind Lynch, but soon returned to calm.
As expected, after a few breaths, the sound of fighting began again.
In the lizardmen's perception, the demon champion was fighting Usoran with death and endless resurrection, and the vampire could not catch up because the unfortunate guy underestimated the minions of Chaos.
Moreover, the Strigoi vampires, who are equally aroused to ferocity, are not much more rational than the Chaos Warriors.
A burly demon big enough to terrify warriors blocked the imperial army's retreat. Vlad certainly couldn't stop the imperial army that was determined to break through, but Skarbrand and the countless vampires following closely behind it could.
The head of the Castine family did not take advantage of the situation, he just stood by and watched. He was even willing to lend a helping hand to the emperor of the empire, but the prerequisite was that the current emperor of the empire was willing to vote for Vlad in the next election, which was obviously impossible.
But this did not stop Vlad from waiting for an opportunity. Humans always needed help. Emperor Magnus did not need the help of vampires. Ordinary humans did not have the same power as Magnus.
The emperor's stubbornness would only kill more people who should not have been sacrificed. With just a simple nod from him, Vlad would immediately turn against him.
The "Great Chanter" does not think that the vampire's ridiculous proposal is something worth thinking about. Every priest of Sigmar strives to spread Sigmar's teachings among the people, which definitely does not include cooperation with vampires.
Sigmar's descendants were never afraid of sacrifice, and Kessler finally got the emperor's verdict as he wished - a fight to the death.
The loyal crowd responded to the emperor's call, and even the hired freemen had no intention of having anything to do with vampires.
The vampire's bewitching voice failed to work, and the smile disappeared from the face of the arrogant count.
(End of this chapter)
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