Chapter 143 Showdown before the battle!
Amid the beating of drummers and the sound of horns, the combined forces of Caledor and Tyran Loch gradually approached Tal Alir.
The shining enchanted spear is held in the hand, the sword is hung on the waist, and the dragon crest shield is held in the left hand. The fine plate chain armor is full of traces of the blessings of the Val priests. These spearmen are Caledor. Grassroots soldiers, in the thousands of years of Assur War history, these soldiers have never retreated from the stage, but have become more and more important.
Then came the archers holding large bows. The large bows in their hands were made of high-quality wood shipped from Avalon. After passing through the hands of the Vaal Anvil craftsmen, they were then sent to the Vaal Temple for the enchantment ceremony. Each shot They are all like gods, able to easily penetrate the standard Druchi black armor within a range of two hundred meters. The ten dragon claw ballistae, pulled by the horses, run parallel to the Tyranlock soldiers covering the flanks.
On the flanks are the Tyranlock soldiers. These Tyranlock soldiers bordering Caledor do not have such good treatment. They all have standard silver-white steel armor and long contradiction cards. Imric only sells Ai. Tira's private magic equipment, these soldiers recruited from various nobles still use the same old things.
As he got closer to the black tide-like enemy, Agthel saw the Chaos tribes in the middle, and there were many cold lizard knights and hydras on both wings. Druchi's grassroots troops did not appear in large numbers. Apparently they are still besieging Tal Alir.
Before the battle, the blind priest held up a flag of the Vaal Church and began to pray, with a faint light of divine power shining on it.
"Val, please bring your divine power here, make the weapons sharper, the armor stronger, and destroy these enemies for Caledor..."
But when the silver-white torrent and the black-purple tide were about to collide one after another, a horseman riding The Chaos Warlord of the Khorne Steel Bull suddenly broke away from the battle line and ran towards the open space between the two armies. The monster composed of brass and magma trampled on the ground, making a thumping echo. The man wearing red brass plate armor was wearing The Chaos Warlord looks like a little giant, extremely tall and majestic, even compared to the monster beneath him.
The Chaos Warlord came to the position of the Assur army, shouting and roaring in the evil language of Chaos. He raised his two axes above his head. He wanted to have a battle in front of the battle to cheer up the official war!
The Asur army remained silent, and no one was disturbed by the challenge of the Chaos Warlord. Just when the Chaos Warlord was about to lay down his double axe, thinking that they were just a group of cowards, a dragon prince came from behind on a war horse.
The Dragon Prince holding a bloody lance drove the war horse to a stop more than a hundred meters away from the Chaos Warlord. The pure-blood elf war horse was not intimidated by the Khorne steel bull. Instead, it raised its hooves and paved the soil on the ground, showing its fighting spirit. exuberant.
After seeing someone challenge him, the Chaos Warlord who believed in Khorne seemed very excited. He continued to utter a series of incomprehensible words, and then looked at the dragon prince in front of the formation.
"I don't care what your name is, you scum of chaos. Remember who killed you today, Creon, the son of Marcelis, the dragon prince of Caledor." Creon revealed his name. He is a A senior dragon prince from Tal Kaled, his combat prowess is among the best among the dragon princes who support Elion.
After the two said their names to each other, the battle officially began.
The dragon prince clamped the horse's belly, and the war horse that communicated with him had been waiting for a long time, and he couldn't wait to use his hooves to rush towards the Khorne steel bull, which was nearly twice as wide as it.
Creon chose to attack from the right side. Although this would reduce the piercing distance of the lance by one position, the shield could block the Chaos Warlord's attack.
What Khorne elements like most is upright battles. Khorne symbolizes killing and blood, and also has a side of heroism and honor. What they appreciate most is not the meaningless praise, but the collision of weapons and the flow of blood. echoes of time. "Skulls are sacrificed to the Skull Throne, blood is sacrificed to the Blood God." The Chaos Warlord finally said something that Assur could understand, not because of anything else, but because this sentence has become the symbol of Khorne's followers.
The steel bull opened its brass hooves and rushed toward the war horse wearing the dragon's armor. Although the speed was not fast, it was like a mountain peak crashing into the woods, with endless killing intent in its majestic momentum.
The distance of a hundred meters passed in an instant. Creon's lance was aimed at the Chaos Warlord's chest, but with the monster-like steel bull and terrifying physique, with the lance placed under his arm and charging, he could only hit the target. his belly.
The lance stabbed the Chaos Warlord in the abdomen, but a battle ax had already hit the magic lance, making the attack miss. Then another battle ax struck the Dragon Prince's head.
When withdrawing the lance, Creon raised the dragon's heraldry shield to block the battle axe. When the sharp-toothed battle ax hit the shield, there was a violent metal collision, and then due to the pull of the Chaos Warlord, there was even more sound. Sparks flew.
After the two completed this test, the war horse passed by the Khorne Steel Ox and made a circle in the open space. No one on either side interfered with the duel in front of the battle. For the Chaos tribe, if they blocked the Chaos In the warlord's battle, death is just a kinder ending, and Caledor believes that Creon can defeat this Khorne believer.
After a lap, Creon did not choose to attack from the right this time. He had already seen that the power of this Chaos Warlord was amazing, but his speed was not fast enough. Like the steel bull under him, as long as the lance could If the tomahawk strikes the front, victory will surely come.
Under the call of war, the two launched an attack again. Unlike the previous trial, they both began to use their true strength.
A red light began to appear on the armor of the Chaos Warlord, and steam erupted from the nostrils of the Khorne steel bull beneath him. The speed was much faster than before, and something seemed to be roaring in the battle axe.
On the other hand, Dragon Prince Creon still maintains the silence that people remember him as, and nothing seems to be able to shake him.
The lance and the battle ax began to clash. In the moment of intersection, the Dragon Prince successfully stabbed the Chaos Warlord in the abdomen, but the battle ax also hit his shield. The two were pierced and hit by each other. They were all thrown off their mounts by huge force and fell to the ground.
After being hit on the shield by the Chaos Warlord, Creon felt that his arm was a little numb. The enchanted shield and dragon armor did not completely offset the attack. The lining in the gauntlet reduced some of the power, but even the strong impact The leg armor caught the stirrup and still knocked him away.
The Chaos Warlord was even worse than Creon. The enchanted lance pierced the thick magic plate armor and poked a big hole in his abdomen, but this did not dampen his fighting spirit. He stood up from the ground with two axes. There was a collision, signaling the Dragon Prince to continue fighting.
The Dragon Prince stood up, inserted his lance into the ground, pulled out the long sword from his waist, and rushed towards the Chaos Warlord.
(End of chapter)