"To rest the dead is the teaching of the god Gazul! Follow me to kill all those filthy vampires and bring peace to Kislev!" Snorri shouted loudly, in the eyes of all enemies and friends on the ground. He turned into a stone statue and strode straight towards Boris.
"Bang! Boom!"
Master Kragg placed a rune totem on the ground, and it looked like an earth dragon turning over under the Winter Palace wall. Halevi did not let go of Boris, holding him as a human shield and turning the horse's head to escape. The rolling earth lifted him and his blood knights into the air.
"You want to block my king's storm hammer, are you worthy? Why kill a chicken with a butcher's knife!"
The blood dragon vampire was held in one big hand before he could adjust his position and land on the ground. Snorri held the limp Boris with his other hand and crushed Halevi into a puddle of flesh in front of humans.
"This kind of shoddy project is quite suitable for you to use as a coffin!"
Looking at the cracks on the wall, Snorri laughed loudly. The rune demigod's range casting failed to completely wipe out the tenacious vitality of the blood knights. However, before their bones and muscles were broken, they had no time to rejoice in escaping. A new round of impact caused by the stone statue's heavy step sent them to the underworld.
"Go and rest in the back, little bastard. At your age, you still know nothing about strength!"
There were no more vampires standing around him. Snorri nodded with satisfaction and raised his hand slightly. A gust of wind carried Boris, who was ups and downs with a look of horror on his face, and flew to his father's side.
The dwarf knew that although this was not enough to collapse the young man's faith, it would certainly leave a crack. The so-called loyalty is not absolute, but it is absolutely disloyal. Once the gap is opened, it will be much easier to deal with it.
"It's your turn! Use whatever means you can! I want to see how it is different from the water on the sea!"
"Gudong! Gudong!"
The high-level vampires on the palace wall were overwhelmed by the power and involuntarily took two steps back. The huge body of the Strigg Ghoul King pushed several barren tomb guards standing behind them off the wall.
"Halevy is a loser! I shouldn't believe his lies! Just stick to the original plan!" Caitlin's expression changed rapidly, but she knew that it was useless to scold him, so she raised the thin sword at her waist and struck in the air. .
"Da da da!"
This was obviously a signal. As soon as the Anvil Guards who charged with Snorri took over the undead front, the dwarves heard the sound of horse hooves. On the left side of the array, a large number of cavalry rushed towards them.
"What the hell? Knight of the Foul Cup, this is much rarer than the Blood Dragon Vampire! Why is it here? I haven't seen it in Bordeaux."
Turning to look sideways, Snorri saw a strange battle flag - a dark Holy Grail with blood on a scarlet base. The products of the desecration of the bodies of those who drank the water of the Holy Grail were fearfully called the Knights of the Grail by the residents of the old world.
Most of the remains of the Holy Grail Knights will be buried in cathedrals or even palaces in Bretonnia, guarded by monastic Holy Grails and fanatical battle pilgrims who have given up their long lances in favor of swords.
A very small number of corpses left outside Bretonnia are also protected by the divine power of the Lady of the Lake. The cost of forcibly manipulating them is definitely more than the benefits. Only in the corrupted Principality of Mushilon can there be traces of the Knight of the Unholy Cup. .
Legend has it that one thousand six hundred and sixty-six years after being defeated by Sigma, the huge death energy caused by Nagash when he returned to the mortal world distorted the order of the Lake God, and the remains of the Holy Grail were awakened.
"That armor, could it be Lloyd, the Knight of Flowers in Carcassonne?"
"Really, the late King Orrickson even drank and chatted with him before going on the expedition!"
"There will be a new hatred against the same blood clan, but we can settle it immediately!"
The knowledge accumulated in Breeze Castle allowed Snorri to see the enemy's heel, but the dwarves who came with him and had participated in the Great Holy War revealed the identity of the Knight of the Filthy Cup during his lifetime.
A hundred years ago, Lloyd the Knight of Flowers was synonymous with chivalry in the old world, and his story is still sung by people today. He became famous in the knight's joust, which was a great opportunity for chivalrous knights to start a family and start a career -
The winner will be awarded a fiefdom and become a knight of the kingdom. At the same time, the noble daughters of each family will also take this opportunity to find husbands. They would give roses emblazoned with their own coat of arms to their sweethearts, and Lloyd received no less than a hundred roses with his charm, earning him the nickname Knight of Flowers.
This double champion in duels and love gave up all the "prizes" at the same time that the Lake Fairy conferred the title on him. Under her witness, he swore an oath to seek and embarked on the road to find the cup.
The devout knight traveled throughout the old world and performed extraordinary deeds many times, and his reputation was shining brightly. When the Everchosen went south, he defied all opinions and gathered a Bretonnian team to join Magnus's army.
During the Great Holy War, the Knight of Flowers and a Great Unclean One died together. His once handsome face was covered in blisters and swellings due to Nurgle's poison. He could not be transported back to his homeland because of the poison in his body and could only be buried on the spot. The terrifying power of the direct lineage of the four gods overwhelmed the blessing of the Lake God, allowing the vampire to desecrate his body.
"Knight of the Filthy Cup? None of the ancestors of Karak Kaderin have been killed. Let me wait for a moment!" Agrim Ironfist was already gearing up. He quickly changed formations with his armored butcher guards. Blocking the charge of the undead cavalry.
"Bang! Bang!"
The Butcher King deserves absolute trust. Snorri hammered and chopped with an axe. He strolled under the wall of the East Palace, found a weak spot blasted by the magic of Krag's rune, lowered his shoulder and hit it.
"Put all the stuff at the bottom of the box up. You can't take it with you anyway!" At this point, Caitaline gave up her fantasy completely. She gave the order while giving her maid a secret wink.
The vampires' original hope was that the cavalry was attacking the defeated dwarf coalition army with a single type of troops. However, Halevi got greedy and sent himself and his blood knights away in advance. Even if they rushed through the fearless butchers along the way, they were unable to deal with half the runes. God poses a threat.
"Boom!"
After using the iron mountain support in Kun's fist several times, a gap was created in the palace wall. Even Snorri, who had been in battle for a long time, couldn't help but look ugly in the formation inside.
"Moll's grandma, there are so many barren tomb guards, it's hard to say whether there are any coffins in the old Feng family at Duncanhof Castle!"
The Tomb Guard is a high-level melee unit of the Vampire Count, which can only be achieved by the corpses of powerful warriors. They tirelessly wield their former weapons according to the remaining memories.
"Here, what should I do? Master, Lord God, do you have a solution?"
Vladimir panicked while supporting his limp son. His horse was beside him, but where could he escape? Controlling so many high-level undead consumes a lot of mana, so most of them were sleeping in the cemetery before, hiding from all parties.
(End of chapter)
