Chapter 162 The War Trio
Dorian is leading the First Legion to the destination. After failing to track down the Eternal Queen, he originally thought that the Witch King would directly execute him, but he did not expect that he would let him go. , and continued to lead the First Legion. Although he did not understand the Witch King's thoughts, Dorian, who had escaped, knew that if he disappointed the Witch King again, he would truly die.
He led a vanguard army of thousands of people to the central position of Fennuvar Plain. According to intelligence, the Asur coalition led by Caledor seemed to intend to fight the Witch King here to the death, but the Witch King did not refuse the enemy's obvious The provocation caused the army to march directly towards this place.
The journey was extremely smooth. The Yris people his brother Yulian mentioned did not appear. Assur seemed to have simply given up on this intermediate area and chose to stick to the area close to the Dream Sea.
Dorian rides a cold lizard. As a general, he has the financial resources to buy those expensive alchemy medicines from Grond to treat the fatal consequences of applying cold lizard venom. However, if he loses the favor of the Witch King, he may not even be able to survive. This humble enjoyment will be lost.
Just when he was thinking about how to continue to gain the favor of the Witch King, a chariot appeared in his eyes. First, four tall war horses with thick armor came into his eyes, and then he saw the shape of the chariot. On the strange chariot, a two-meter-three tall man wore thick plate armor made of fine steel, holding an exaggerated sword in each hand that ordinary people would have to work hard to lift.
"Ogre? But this size seems a little wrong." Dorian first judged the type of enemy. Humanoids of this size are usually only possessed by Chaos Warriors, but there is no aura of Chaos on that person. The biggest possibility is that it is an ogre, but this size is a bit petite for an ogre.
Dorian was not in a hurry and raised his hand to order the soldiers to stop. He wanted to see if this was the enemy's plan. He had never seen a chariot charging an army of thousands of people.
After waiting for a moment, two figures appeared behind the chariot, one holding a sword and shield, the other holding a halberd. Both had fire dragon cloaks behind them. They followed the ogre in front and began to charge. There was no one behind the three of them.
Dorian smiled ferociously. These Caledonians seemed to think they could defeat Druzi as easily as their ancestors, just by relying on these three people? Even if the great demon Khorne comes, he will have to kneel here for me.
He began to order the cold lizard knights to charge, and then one of them took the lead in holding the soul eater and rushed towards the ogre-like guy. The soul eater could not wait to drink the guy's blood.
The battle between the chariot and the cold lizard immediately intertwined. Dorian controlled the cold lizard to sprint from the side of the chariot, and then stabbed the ogre with his lance. As long as he pierced his abdomen, this guy would die here. , Dorian wanted to see the painful expression on this ogre's internal organs after they flowed out of his abdomen. It must be a pleasure.
A big sword stopped the Soul Eater, making Dorian's attack ineffective, but it was not over yet. The big sword directly cut off the lance, and then in Dorian's eyes, the barbed sword The body keeps getting closer.
After Damian saw those black bean sprouts, he kept driving his horses forward. These thousands of people would definitely be able to kill them. The heirs of Bulcasso would not be afraid of any challenge.
The barbarian holding two big swords saw those black bean sprouts riding ugly beasts and began to charge towards him. Although he did not see this thing, he heard from the Caledonians that it was a kind of black bean sprout warrior riding A beast, bloodthirsty and cruel.
He saw the black bean sprout wearing the crescent helmet charging towards him and raising his lance, and chose to block it with his grandfather. He had absolute confidence in this treasure of the Arreat Mountains. After cutting off the crude lance with one blow, he , driven by Damian's great strength and the chariot, the great sword chopped off Dorian's head.
The generals of the First Legion did not even understand why they died at the hands of an obviously stunted lower race.
After engaging the enemy, Damian let go of the reins and allowed the horses to take him wherever they went. He only knew that every time the weapons in his hands were swung, several black bean sprouts would be taken away. There was no way those inferior weapons and armor could withstand them. The steel of the Arreat Mountains. A shower of arrows shot at the barbarians who were killing wantonly in the Druchi position. The dark crossbowmen at the rear finally couldn't bear the fear in their hearts. They only saw the ogre kill the leader Dorian as soon as he started charging. Cut off the head, and then charged towards the interior under the tug of the chariot. Blood and wailing followed him in every corner of the position. Even the highly skilled black guards of Nagarond were nothing more than a line in his hands. Wild dogs waiting to die.
Damian felt a little happy to kill. As the chariot sprinted at high speed, the wind passed through the cracks in the helmet and touched his skin. Even though the temperature here was much lower than the never-melting snow of the Arreat Mountains, this The familiar feeling still gave him a sense of excitement.
The two swords became tools to spread death and fear in his hands, easily cutting the enemies in half or turning them into flesh.
But something that made him feel uncomfortable appeared. Those black bean sprouts hiding behind shot at him with repeating crossbows that could only scratch it. The armor on Damian was obtained from the Immortal King suit from the Worldstone Fortress. This set The armor was as powerful as its former master, Bulcaisso, and the crossbow shots had no meaning except making Damian even more angry.
Damian, who was wearing the armor of his ancestors, felt a sense of humiliation. As the crossbow arrows hit the armor, it made a tinkling sound, and bloodshot eyes gradually came to his eyes. As a descendant of the Immortal King, he despised those enemies who shot arrows from a distance. Those crossbow arrows tarnished the honor of our ancestors.
Damian on the chariot roared at the crossbow-wielding Druzis. The roar was so loud that it overwhelmed the chaotic battlefield and the sound of the horses raising their hooves and kicking the enemy's heads into pieces.
Drucci, who was his enemy, felt that the ogre in front of him exuded a sense of fear that he had never seen before. The man on the chariot was simply a demon.
The soldiers surrounding the chariot hesitated. This guy was simply a bloodthirsty maniac in human skin, leaving only broken limbs and scarlet remains wherever he charged.
With a roar, Damian held the reins for the first time after entering the battle, and began to command the horse to charge towards the black bean sprouts who were shooting with crossbows. He just wanted to kill those who used arrows to tarnish the glory of his ancestors.
As the savages and horses charged, the two men at the rear came closer.
Mishan charged forward with the Storm Spire. This great sword was different from the halberd. It was more suitable for melee on horseback, which meant it was more suitable for cutting grass.
The war horse beneath him rushed into the enemy's position, and a sizzling electric current began to appear on the sword of Storm Spire. With every swing of Mishan's sword, the enemy would inevitably suffer physical and lightning damage, just like cutting wheat. No one can stop his attack.
Iron Wolf at the rear shook his head helplessly, stopped his horse, and said to himself, "Why are you working so hard? What's the point of working for those pointed ears?" But the movements of his hands were not ambiguous
. The long sword in his right hand was raised upwards, and a red energy mass appeared from the sword.
A moment later, a whirlpool of red clouds rotating inward appeared in the sky. In Druzi's desperate eyes, a flaming meteorite with a diameter of ten meters fell downwards from the whirlpool.
(End of chapter)