Chapter 1015 Malus Is Unspeakably Loyal

come yet……

Malekith thought so, and the excitement in his heart could not be suppressed for a moment.

The dragon has awakened. This is an indisputable fact. The shadow flying from the Dragon's Back Mountains weighs on every Druchi's heart. Stories from the past tell the exiles who were expelled from their homes.

Facing the dragon, Drucci's chances of winning were very low... Even after the ordeal of the Longbeard War, Caledor still had the power to make the final decision.

But the Witch King didn't care. He was definitely not crazy and thought he could easily defeat the dragon.

But he is not so desperate that he surrenders. In his heart, if he cannot get the position of Phoenix King, no elf can survive...

Druchi warmly welcomed the Khorne demon army of Blood Queen Valkia. In the eyes of the dark elves, these madmen who only have fighting and blood in their minds are much cuter than the dragons.

Kill, kill hard, it's best to kill all the Caledor dragons, and then kill each other.

The Holy Phoenix King made a prompt decision and instructed Valkia to march towards the dragon, freeing the important Cold Lizard Knights from the endless siege and moving to the west to contain the ancestral army.

At first, Valkia was dismissive of Malekith. No one could order the bride of Khorne, especially the light of Asuryan that the Witch King always radiated, which made the Blood Queen feel extremely disgusted.

But a very familiar name caught the Blood Queen's attention.

Agathel.

The Bride of Khorne clearly remembers this dragon prince. It was he who protected Erengrad during the Great Holy War, which caused the warriors valued by the Blood God to be delayed in receiving the gift. In the end, Damian, whose mentality changed, resisted the blessing of the god.

He deserves death!

Obviously the Witch King understands the thoughts of Khorne. The Blood God is a talented strategist, but the madman under his command is not. As long as their anger is aroused, these martial madmen have only two choices.

The first is to kill all those who fail to attack the city, and the second is to turn it into a battering ram and crush the defense. If it is the latter, the defenders will face an unstoppable charge of dump trucks from a group of skull steel bulls.

After arranging the demonic army of Khorne, the Witch King turned his attention to the Slaanesh elements led by Azazel.

Although associating with Slaanesh is a risky business, Druzi has done it countless times.

Morath will be responsible for guiding Azazel on how to quickly obtain Asul's soul in Ulthuan to win the favor of the Dark Prince.

The only risk in doing this is that if Asul's soul cannot be found, Azazel will look at Druzi...

The elusive Tzeentch elements were the only ones the Witch King did not want to interfere with. These twisted mortals made him extremely disgusted. If given the opportunity, Malekith would not hesitate to backstab them directly.

The mighty thieves-seeking army officially set out, and the first official battle broke out at the location of the most mobile Cold Lizard Knights.

After his defeat at the hands of Ablash, Malus reflected on his mistake.

First of all, there is no doubt that Malekith is a fool. He has no strategic vision and his ability to collect intelligence is comparable to that of a goblin. A vampire with full reputation in the old world has no idea when he arrives in Ulthuan.

Secondly, Zhakan is also a waste. Usually, tyrants borrow the power of demons to look down on the battlefield and win the position of commander of the Witch King's army. But once they enter the high-end game where the race's peak combat power is truly felt, they may only be able to bully humans. .

And the special mark is for humans other than Bretonnia. The Holy Grail Grandpa has many records of killing big demons. Zakhan, a loser, will definitely not be able to defeat that Erd Cape.

In the end, Malus wanted to surrender. What nonsense is the Phoenix King, the son of Aenarion? We, Hagrid Grave, don’t have the word loyalty. If Malekith didn’t have the much-needed alchemy in his hands, the tyrant would have thought of taking him with him. The army and the Norscans were competing for territory.

But no matter what, the battle will still have to be fought, the difference lies in who you fight.

Rather than fighting a group of dragon princes who have returned to the sky, Malus is more willing to fight the dwarves. These short-legged dwarfs have no advantage in the plains. As long as Druchi keeps on raiding, detouring, and outflanking, he will definitely win. The final victory.

But Malus never expected that this dwarf expeditionary force that came to Ulthuan in the name of liquidation would be far more elite than imagined...

"Damn, I was actually suppressed by a dwarf?!" Malus kept roaring in his heart. At the very beginning of the encounter, he approached the oldest-looking guy in the dwarf army.

According to the social habits of dwarves, there is nothing wrong with targeting the guy with a long beard. As for the other dwarf with a sky-high orange crown and meteorite armor.

The man was designated as Agrim. No butcher king was simple. The ax in his hand was stained with the blood of various creatures. The tyrant was very sensible and did not find fault.

But he never expected that Malus might have found the wrong opponent. The dwarf he faced was no worse than the Butcher King.

The white dwarf's battle ax bloomed with strange light, cutting through the demonic power lingering in the air in one fell swoop, and the cloak worn by the white-haired dwarf was not a simple thing. As the wind, waves and movements fluttered, silent words of blessing were faintly heard. , just like a mother’s protection for her child.

Kane's Dimensional Sword was held by Malus with both hands, and he hit the steel handle behind the center of gravity of the battle ax in an unexpected way. This was the weakest part of the entire weapon.

He wanted to use this to neutralize the attack, and slashed the dwarf with Kane's Dimensional Sword along the steel handle, but the pain in the tiger's mouth showed that even if he managed to neutralize most of the power, it was still extremely difficult.

The White Dwarf has rich combat experience. He once led millions of warriors to drive the Chaos Demon out of the mountains. Most of the scars left by the battle between the Throne of Power and the Great Demon were caused by Snorri.

The battle ax turned, followed the edge of Malus's sword and took a step forward, and chopped off the tyrant's pale head impartially.

Damn it!

Seeing that it was difficult to dodge, Malus stopped pretending, and the demonic power in his body suddenly exploded, forming a thick mist for a moment.

The defensive wall like a magic screen blocked the sharp edge of the White Dwarf's battle ax. The strong power of the great demon made the barrier like steel. Although it could only resist for half a second, it was enough for Malus to escape.

The white dwarf thought about pursuing the pursuit without hesitation. He usually hated two creatures the most, the first being elves and the second being demons, and Malus happened to occupy both.

Seeing that their master was at a disadvantage, the bodyguards of the cold lizard knights with sharp eyes and quick hands rushed towards the white dwarf regardless of the rules of the duel between champions and warriors. The Soul Eater lances in their hands were all raised straight down.

Even if you can't kill him, you still have to create some opportunities for Black Blade!

The dwarves who were always paying attention to their ancestors would naturally not let the Cold Lizard Knight interfere with this matter. The "quick" butchers raised sledgehammers that could crush the giant's head and rushed towards the Cold Lizard Knight with a swoop.

As the true bodyguards, the Hammer Warriors shouted the name of the White Dwarf loudly and pressed forward together.

Suddenly, the championship showdown has turned into a melee. (End of chapter)