Chapter 1173 Tide of Destruction

The army of destruction meanders towards Naggaroth, like a long snake of destruction that meets black and red. Wherever it passes, there is fear, destruction and chaos.

From his vantage point on the cliff, Gorth could clearly see the forces of Chaos beneath him. Everything that followed the advance of this army was filled with the most appalling desecration. Even in a place as desolate as the Chilling Land, there were still countless damaged buildings, mutilated limbs and enough blood to satisfy even the most bloodthirsty barbarians. A lifetime of satisfaction.

The army was still advancing, their destination and ultimate intentions clear. But they weren't the only army coming to attack the elves. Goss led the way, warning the marauders before they came...though it was to no avail. He clamped his spurs firmly and desperately.

It was a fine horse, a perfect example of an elven warhorse, and the years of the Northern Army's presence in Naggaroth had acclimated the Ulthuan steeds to the colder climate.

He could feel the vibration of the horse's powerful muscles as it galloped south.

Goss has been riding fast for several days, and he is getting tired. He doesn't know how long he and his horse can maintain at full speed. The endless glaciers and wind and snow cover the way forward. If it weren't for the many years of reconnaissance experience, , you will definitely get lost in the snowstorm.

However, the urge to return home spurs him on to tell everyone about the coming storm, and the horse faithfully fulfills this mission.

The warrior thought sadly, this horse is indeed very good, but even a good war horse has limitations, and now the horse's speed has slowed down visibly.

He rode hard, resting only when necessary to give his horses fodder and water. Can

Each break made Goss more anxious. If he fails to escape the forces of Chaos, what happens next is more than just death: Chaos devours his flesh and blood while leaving him breathless. He could only continue to run for his life.

The warrior patted the horse's neck gently as it panted, then looked south toward Naggaroth. As far as the eye can see is barren tundra dotted with black cracked rocks and equally dark creeks and streams.

This place is completely different from Ulthuan. Even though as the son of Caledor, he has long been accustomed to the towering mountains and barren land, Naggaroth will still tell everyone that there are very few living people here.

Across the icy wilderness, the steel mountains stab into the sky like devil's claws.

Not so long ago, Goss would have been delighted to return to the city where he was stationed.

There are honorary Phoenix King champion warriors as generals here, commanding the elite elves and human soldiers of Caledor. Over the years of management, countless Asur are honored to join the Northern Army.

A century of development has brought the city back to the prosperity of the Witch King's era. An endless stream of ships entered the port, transporting batches of ores unique to the Iron Mountains, and brought various supplies that were in short supply in Nagaroth.

Like countless soldiers walking through the streets and lanes of this city, Goth was also deeply proud of the fallen Naggarond, the jewel of Caledor's military exploits.

But now, the joy of returning home is no longer replaced by the bitterness of the pursuers behind him.

Two hours later, Tal Nasain appeared in his field of vision. The improved city wall had changed from pitch black to red and blue, continuing the Caledor style. Above the city gate was a huge dragon symbol.

This means that Imric left the greatest achievement in thousands of years to Caledor.

On top of it, a building made of huge stones loomed, which was the very oppressive Black Tower of the Witch King. The few traces Malekith left in Naggaroth were formed by the former Black Tower. Guard Captain Kuran Blackhand guarantees that this Black Tower will never have another owner.

Even though he was feeling tired, the city's northern gate still seemed out of reach, even though the remaining distance might actually be only a few kilometers.

Even when the horse hesitated, Goss's determination still drove him forward.

He walked the last few kilometers in a daze, focusing all his attention on his destination.

When he was just a few steps away from the gate, the horse finally fell down, throwing Goss to the ground heavily. He lay on the cold earth of his hometown, unconscious for a long time.

The urgency of the situation brought him back to consciousness, and he forgot about the dying, writhing horse. He started running. In front of the city gate, the soldiers shouted loudly, and several bows were pointed at Goss.

A phalanx of spearmen blocked the passage, and within a few minutes Goth tripped over the monstrous shield wall and fell to his knees.

He raised his head and took a deep breath, struggling to breathe.

The hot breath scattered in the city made him feel relieved for a while, but soon turned into panic again.

Pride surged through Goss's heart. He straightened his back and stood firm.

"Valerosta." Goss's voice was clear and powerful, and it didn't sound like someone who had traveled a long distance. "It fell."

"The army of Chaos, trolls, Norscan barbarians, werewolves, demons... and many monsters I can't name, they rushed into Valeros Tower crazily, like the anger of Ardaeus, smashing the walls of the fortress collapse."

Gorth suppressed his fear and explained to the officers under the Champion Warrior what had happened. Chaos demons attacked the cold tower in the north of Grond, and hundreds of elves were torn to pieces by the barbarians.

The impregnable fortress was vulnerable to the claws of the demons, especially the flying woman with wings on her back.

The officer stroked his chin and thought. Although he was deeply saddened by the news of hundreds of deaths, the key now was to find out what happened.

The Chaos Demon Army has many forces, and some large warbands wandering in the wasteland also have the ability to destroy Valerosta.

When Goss explained the visitor in a somewhat confused manner, the officer held his shoulder and stared at his panicked eyes.

"Listen, you have done your best to bring back vital information to Caledor, giving us the opportunity to prepare for revenge for our compatriots.

Don't think about the dead brothers, tell me who killed them."

"A red-skinned woman with wings on her back, she rushed into the watchtower first, and tore the captain into pieces with a sharp spear and twisted shield."

The officer nodded to show that he understood. It seems that this is not a small-scale raid. Every time the Blood Queen Valkia takes action, it means that Khorne wants to witness a big battle.

The officer waved his hand and asked someone to take Goss to rest. He wanted to explain the matter to the champion warrior in person.

After a hundred years, chaos resurfaced in the north. (End of this chapter)