The ghosts in the hall focused their attention on Halevi of the Blood Dragon family. This was once a noble expeditionary knight. He was spotted by the ancestor of the Blood Dragon, Ablash, and transformed himself. He followed the legendary strongman and fought thousands of miles away. .
Ablash is the strongest among the ancestors, and the only one who has entered the realm of demigods - he is a pure martial arts demigod, without any blood, undead or darkness-related powers. Becoming a vampire only provides it with an endless lifespan that is enough to hone its martial arts to its peak.
"Huh! With our army, just one Krag can't do anything to the Winter Palace. No matter how strong the demigods are, they can't defeat a thousand. But Snorri and Agrim are also famous strong men. The three of them It’s hard to say if we work together.”
The blood dragon vampire turned its brain that had not been used for a long time and said a relatively tactful speech. It firmly believed that its ancestor was stronger than the old dwarf, but Abrash had no chance to show his full strength during the journey.
"Hahaha, if nothing else, just those few corpse demon kings are here. As long as Agrim dares to come, he can exchange the experience of dying in battle with his father in the underworld! "
The vampire of the Stryger family, which had not spoken much before, laughed wildly. It no longer looked human, more like a large ghoul. This family focuses most on physical strength.
This group of elite vampires from different families chose to start a business in Kislev for many reasons, but the most critical point is the large number of high-quality corpses left over from the Great Holy War.
The army of Chaos Warriors under Asava-Kul is blessed by the massive divine power of the Dark Gods. Even the physical strength of ordinary warriors who have not been deformed into more and stronger limbs is much better than that of mortals.
Those on the Order side who followed Magnus thousands of miles to rescue were also elites. Their corpses were incomparable to those of the old Bretonnian farmers and the working people of the Empire who were malnourished during their lifetimes and whose bones would break at the slightest touch after death!
The final decisive battle was a tragic victory. Neither side had the energy to clean the battlefield meticulously. It was the limit to prevent their own bodies from being exposed in the wilderness. The more powerful the corpse was in life, the more expensive it would be to summon and maintain, and of course the strength would match these.
"Garfield, what do you think?"
Caitlin's brows kept frowning and loosening, and she finally looked at the most resourceful member of the Von Carstein family.
"Those mudbloods can't fight for the old guys. They and the bald men of the empire are good brothers. As long as we can repel this wave, if they refuse to give up, they will have to mobilize another army from Karak-Kaderin. By the time we arrive with our short legs, we will have already moved with the army."
Sir Garfield stroked his smooth chin, recalling the overt and covert fights between the second generation of vampires after the death of Vlad, the founder of the family, during the first vampire war because the blood ring that could infinitely resurrect was stolen. If there was a choice, It doesn't want to go back to Sylvania.
"Sister, if Butcher's Castle really sends an army, why don't we reveal the news to the man at Silver Spire? We don't know what will happen then!"
The maid whispered in Caitalin's ear, yes, Neferata, the first vampire in history, is entrenched in the silver spire at the eastern foot of the World's Edge Mountains, north of Karak Kaderin.
Although it was only a small fortress, and vampires did not like the smell of dwarf blood, the place also known as Karak-Brin or the Palace of the Midnight Queen had always been a popular destination for butchers and expeditionary knights.
"Prepare the army for war, prepare the Terror Beast and that guy, and leave immediately if things go wrong!" The Czarina was determined to be elected as the leader. She stood up and flashed out of the hall.
"Do you think they will come out to fight if they don't escape, or will they rely on that palace to defend themselves?"
"I prefer to go out of the city to form an array. The undead creatures are not accurate at long range, and the palace is not completely built as a war fortress. As long as they rush in, they will not be able to take advantage of their numerical advantage!"
Snorri has an impressive resume against the undead, and both Master Krag and Agrim are willing to listen to his advice.
"Warriors of Kislev! Liberate Motherland today! Annihilate all those filthy undead creatures!"
Looking at the massive undead creatures outside the luxurious palace, Vladimir's heart trembled, but the majestic momentum of the three dwarves behind him and the substantial military spirit of their personal guards still allowed him to calm down.
"Total annihilation? How is it possible? And why should it be possible?"
Snorri stroked his beard and thought to himself. When Vladimir, as a proud father, revealed that Boris was favored by Esun, Snorri also briefly talked with the young warrior several times.
On the way here, perhaps because he couldn't hear the dwarf's words, or perhaps because he was young and energetic and not as smooth as his father, Boris Boha spoke rudely, which made the King of Southland doubt the sustainability of his income. A big question mark.
"Well!"
"What's going on? Why can't my ax chop it down?"
"Ouch!"
In a hand-to-hand encounter, Mrs. Kisri quickly realized something was wrong. The undead army in front of her was not cannon fodder that could collapse at a moment's notice. Most of them had residual armor to protect them. Under the control of the blood slaves, the formation only sank slightly to resolve the charge.
"Master, you..."
"Don't worry, wait a moment, they're still watching!"
Kragg pointed the rune totem at the small group of high-ranking vampires watching the battle on the tower, and Snorri expressed his concerns to the master through the resonance between the runes. Master Kragg also firmly believes that becoming a god is not a once-and-for-all experience. Once faith drops sharply, it may also turn into dusk. The dwarves do not even need to look for examples elsewhere.
The team that Vladimir brought was indeed an elite team as he said, relying on their vigor to compete with the undead who far exceeded his own number. The Nikolachi vampire laughed strangely when he saw this, and waved his hand to drive a group of troll zombies to rush forward.
"The giant bear has awakened from hibernation!"
These trolls that had been eroded by Chaos were even taller, and even the armored elites could not withstand the blows they carried with them when they were alive. Seeing that the situation was not going well, Boris straightened the Ice-Blade in his hand and took the initiative to face them with a loud shout.
Along with Boris's roar, a giant bear phantom jumped on him and disappeared, making his already extremely strong body grow bigger. He swung the long-handled war blade with one hand and directly hit a troll from the head to the head. The foot split in half.
"Hey, you are stubbornly resisting! The bear god Esun can't protect himself, how much divine power can he give you?"
The continuous losses of the elites who had placed high hopes on them made the already pale faces of the vampires even more ugly. However, they were not in a hurry. The situation of Boyer and the sects that had been entrenched in Kislev for so many years had already been figured out. The real threat was still the dwarves who had not taken action. .
(End of chapter)
