Your war hammer is too fake

Then he was crushed by the Holy Grail Knights led by Sir Almarik.

Whether it was the bighorn or the minotaur, they were all reduced to mud under the charge of the Holy Grail of Ai. They rode their horses towards Graktar's position, and all the Chaos cubs that blocked the charge route were no match for them. Even the Mad Whisperer only blocked them for a while before being split in the head by the knight's cavalry halberd.

When the Holy Grail Knight rushed towards him, Graktar did the standard response of the beastmen in such situations: running away. He ordered his Great Horned Beast Guards to stay and delay the time, while he fled in a hurry. However, just when the Beast King turned around, a War Horned Beast suddenly found the right time and stretched out his foot to trip the Beast King.

"<Beastman curse>!" Hearing the sound of horse hooves coming from behind, Graktar, who had no time to get up, stared at the warhorn with bloodshot eyes: "Kazzak, you..."

The cavalry halberd pierced the beast king's back, extinguishing its curse. Sir Almarik did not finish off the beast king, because there was no need. Before his consciousness fell into eternal darkness, the last scene Graktar saw was the endless red light that covered the entire world, and those of his kind who wailed and turned into ashes under the illumination of this red light.

In the end, the seriously injured and dying Beast King himself turned into ashes and disappeared.

Chapter 260: Emergency Rescue (Part 2)

The wood elves that came to the rescue were naturally An Jiuyue's army.

Before leaving the Orion camp, An Jiyue gave out points and recruitment cards, and asked Morgan to help recruit an Asrai army of 5,000 people, led by a forest lord. In addition, An Jiyue also asked Morgan for a moonstone, an ancient magic item that was necessary for using root teleportation.

When the High Elves retreated from the Old World after the War of the Longbeard, the ancestors of the Wood Elves chose to remain and became part of Athel Loren. Adanhu, the Elder Treeman who later died saving Ariel, gave the Moonstone to these allies after the First Great Council that sealed the alliance between the Asrai and the Forest Spirits.

- Long ago, the roots of the Oak of Ages connected Athel Loren to every forest on the surface of the earth, and to other distant lands. But since the glorious old times, many things have changed. Many passages have been closed forever, and those that remain have been sealed by powerful magic.

Only Moonstone can break this seal, allowing the flesh and blood body to use the roots to teleport. The exact number of Moonstones is unknown, but Morgan said that there are about a dozen in Tal Zhur's warehouse, so he doesn't feel bad about giving them away.

Although the King of the Crucible hated wooden men and would never use roots to teleport unless necessary, they still kept these ancient items. For some reason, when Morgan led his followers to split up, neither Ariel, Orion, nor Dursu, the only remaining forest elder, asked them to return the moonstones.

The wood elf army specially prepared by An Jiyue was originally stationed in the part of Duncanwald Forest in Westerland, very close to the border between Westerland and Middenland. When the governor hurried back from the Mountain Kingdom, the five thousand Asrai warriors and the Holy Grail Knights sent by Egwen to help were all ready for battle.

Particularly fortunately for the Midden people, there happened to be a usable root near Aaronburg, which allowed the Wood Elves' reinforcements to suddenly appear on the battlefield and beat up the Beastmen.

After sending away nearly 20,000 beastmen with an amplified version of [Xihe's Descent], An Jiyue did not immediately meet with the Midden people who were looking around, but first sent people to finish off the few seriously injured and dying Chaos monsters on the battlefield, so as not to waste these precious points. According to the judgment mechanism of the War Code, only those who were killed on the spot will be given points, and those who were seriously injured and died after a while will not be counted. Moreover, only those who were killed on the spot are completely dead, otherwise demons, undead and the like can still be resurrected.

Even though the Warhammer magic system has many disadvantages, it has one advantage that no other magic system can match, which is that theoretically any Warhammer spell can have its effect increased almost infinitely by increasing the dosage.

A typical example of this is the Heavenly Signature Spell [Casadora Comet]. In the Battle of Ashxia Tower, the comet summoned by the Zhendan Si Tian Cheng "also" killed hundreds of beastmen; and more than 5,000 years ago, in order to punish the ogres who plundered Zhendan villages and ate Zhendan children, the Dragon Emperor Shen Yang summoned the Celestial Court's Si Tian Cheng to cast a super-amplified version of the Casadora Comet. The entire casting process lasted for a month, and finally successfully summoned a huge dimensional stone comet, which turned the once lush grassland into the dimensional stone desert with just one strike.

【Xihe's Descent】is theoretically an auxiliary spell. Within the range of the red light, any evil power will be greatly suppressed and the evil will be weakened. If the caster is strong enough, the evil creature will be burned and suffer severe pain that cannot be ignored just by being illuminated by the red light.

An Jiyue was not just satisfied with defeating the beastmen. After all, after lending more than one million points to a certain elector, the governor was actually quite short of money. Although the beastmen were not as valuable as the demons, they were much stronger than the rats. The biggest advantage of Xihe's advent was that the coverage area could be piled up very large, enough to cover the entire battlefield.

After enough magical winds were injected, the quantitative change finally led to a qualitative change. The evil-breaking red light no longer just burned a few blisters on the beastmen, forcing them to look away and not dare to look directly at the red mini sun in the sky. From the weakest hornless bastards to the strong big-horned beasts, all kinds of strange-looking split-toed creatures would turn into ashes on the spot just by being illuminated by the red light; the extremely tenacious minotaur, although not directly turned into ashes, also fell down in the red light with green smoke, and exuded a strange barbecue smell all over its body.

Of the more than 20,000 beastmen, only less than 200 lucky ones managed to escape from the battlefield, and the rest all turned into points in the Jiedushi's account. It was not until the last Chaos Egg fell under the stab of the spears that An Jiyue had time to meet with the representatives sent by the Midden people to contact him.

"Doctor?!" The visitor was one of Boris's courtiers, who happened to know Arwen Duskstar, who was responsible for treating Stephen.

"What happened at that time? I heard that the Wolf Lord was in a coma," An Jiyue asked, "I just went back to attend a meeting. How did all this happen? Tell me the details of what happened."

"Your Excellency, Yurik," the courtier said, half annoyed and half sighing, "we were in a meeting that day..."

Five days ago, on February 2, the Midden army led by Boris Todbringer was searching for the main force of the beastmen in the forest west of Aaronburg. Graktar was extremely cunning, and the beast king had been deliberately creating confusion so that the Midden people could not figure out his movements. Although the wolf lord was very annoyed by this, the experienced elector was not so impatient. He marched and deployed his troops flawlessly, leaving the beastmen on the opposite side no chance to take advantage.

On the morning of the battle, Boris held a military meeting as usual to discuss the war with his officers and advisers. At this time, the hunters hurriedly reported that a large number of beastmen were taking the initiative to walk out of the forest and line up in front of the imperial army. Although he didn't understand why the beastmen suddenly made such an abnormal move, Boris still ordered to fight.

"This is a wrong decision, but who can blame the Elector for it?" said the courtier.

The two sides set up their positions in a clearing in the forest. During this period, the Beastmen sent Razor Beasts and Chaos War Mastiffs to conduct several raids in order to prevent the Midden people from deploying artillery units, but they were all repelled by the Imperial soldiers who were ready for battle. Afterwards, Boris appeared at the forefront of the Imperial position on horseback and made a pre-war mobilization with a loud voice.

This should have been an exciting speech, but Boris fell off his horse halfway through his speech. Without leaving the Midden people any time to react, the beastmen on the opposite side immediately launched an attack.

The scene of the Elector falling off his horse in public for no apparent reason severely dampened the morale of the Imperial Army. After a tenacious resistance for half a day, the Midden people eventually lost the battle. In order to buy time for the survivors to retreat, the Imperial Knights took the initiative to stay behind to cover the retreat, while the others retreated to Aaron Castle nearby.

The Middens suffered heavy losses, and Boris remains in a coma. Worse still, the Chaos forces gathered at the Brass Fortress have also moved.

"Before the communication was completely cut off, the latest news we received was that Sokh fell four days ago. Hovelhoff may not hold out for much longer." The courtier didn't want to sound too uneasy, but his attempt obviously failed. "Those pagans may be besieging Middenheim now, <Middenlord swear>!"

Soko, a village located in the north of Middenheim, controls a road leading to the Midden Mountains. As for Helfhof, this village is the northern gateway of Middenheim, sandwiched between Middenheim and Soko.

"That's why I'm here. Before the Dark God's minions are defeated, my army will fight alongside you," An Jiyue raised her head slightly, "but before that... where is the Wolf Lord?"

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Author's Note: The settings for the Kingfisher-class frigate have been uploaded to the "Black Library". Weapon settings and other things will be posted there in the future.

Chapter 261: The Great Devil's Hidden Concern

Sasorel had a vague feeling that something was not right.

So far, although its plan had some twists and turns, it had basically achieved all its goals. It successfully used Katarina, or the outsider whose soul was in Katarina, to plot against the Elector of Midden. Under its careful planning, the Midden people suffered two major losses in a row, and Middenheim's defense was greatly weakened.

The remnants of the Imperial Army retreated to Aaronburg, which was part of the Lord of Change's plan. After all, if not, how could they lure those elite forces out of the city? This was an open conspiracy. Even though the Imperials knew it was a trap, as long as the Elector was still alive, they had to rescue him.

After the failures in Keshuzhan and Altdorf, the only way to gain forgiveness was to offer Middenheim, the holy city of the White Wolf God, to the Lord of Change. For this reason, after escaping from Altdorf in disgrace and being stabbed several times by a deputy captain of the Jinyiwei, Sasoril has been dormant in the depths of the Midden Mountains for the past six months. It has exhausted its own conspiracies and witchcraft tricks, starting with the most humble cultists and mutants, and gradually taking control of the Brass Fortress.

The whole process was as dangerous as dealing with Tzeentch's fickle interests. Although the Brass Fortress sounds like Khorne's territory, it actually belongs to a group of Nurgle's fanatics. At the most dangerous time, Sathoril even had to drag his half-broken body to face a Great Unclean One... Fortunately, it was all worth it, and it finally had the last laugh.

Arriving at the gates of Middenheim, Sathoril sacrificed all the captives he had taken along the way and recovered from his wounds in the Battle of Altdorf. It seemed that there was only one step left for him to regain Tzeentch's favor: capture the holy site of the Cult of Ulric, desecrate the city, and extinguish the sacred flame of the White Wolf God forever.

The cultists lurking in Middenheim were killed over and over again by those unknown creatures. The two sides were engaged in a secret war in the shadows of the city, and the war ended in a tragic defeat for the Chaos believers. Now the cultists can no longer stir up any waves and cannot support the attack launched by the Lord of Change from outside. Fortunately, the army brought by Sasoril is strong enough.

The Archdemon made careful arrangements for this siege: after using a series of conspiracies to weaken the defenders to the maximum extent, his latest order to Graktar was that Boris was no longer useful, and the Beast King could deal with the Elector and his army at will. Once the remnants of the Empire in Aaronburg were destroyed, the Beastmen needed to operate outside Middenheim, scout the movements of the Empire and intercept all troops that wanted to reinforce the city.

Especially focus on guarding Einir in Laurent Loren and Reikland in the south. The other nearby forces are not a concern. In the process of gathering towards the Brass Fortress, the Chaos army naturally broke out numerous conflicts with the greenskin tribes entrenched in the Midden Mountains. The latter were no match for the warriors of the gods and were forced out. They are currently wreaking havoc in Hawkland and Ostland. These two provinces are almost too busy to deal with these greenskins running around everywhere, and have no spare energy to support the Midden people.

The situation in Nordland was better, but only slightly. After teaming up with the Reiks last year to beat up the Norse pirates and drive those annoying Yankees back across the sea, the Nords had nothing to deal with immediately. As a result, when the Nords learned of the war in Middenland and quickly gathered to prepare to go south for reinforcement, a black ark was "coincidentally" discovered by the Nord Navy, forcing the Nords who were about to leave to step back.

This Black Ark and its escort fleet just floated around the doorsteps of the Nords, pretending to plunder the coast of Nordland but not taking any action, playing a game of tameness with the crazy Nords.

In addition to the above three provinces, Westland, which had just returned to the Empire, also encountered trouble. The Swamp Elves and the Rats, who had been in a state of hostility, suddenly reconciled and united to fight against Egwene's army. These two races are not difficult to deal with individually, but once they form a team, they are extremely difficult to deal with.

The Swamp-dwelling Monsters have the ability to create supernatural fog, and the cunning Skaven are very good at all kinds of despicable means, and they are numerous and replenished very quickly. With the cooperation of the fog artificially spread by the former, the Skaven launched several very successful raids, which reimbursed several companies under the Knight Ji, forcing her to urgently modify a Grasshopper II in the half-repaired factory of [Coast Heavy Industry].

Aiwen's engineers removed the steam harpoon on the horizontal deck, and then replaced it with the main part of a Haofeng Magic Vehicle. This practice caused the center of gravity of the gunboat to change beyond the design redundancy, and An Jiyue had no time to modify the control program of the anti-gravity engine. In the end, the imperial engineers could only add counterweights to the stern of the boat to rebalance it.

After a lot of trouble, the gunboat, carrying a Heavenly Battle Mage and his Haofeng Magic Vehicle, attacked together with the other three Grasshoppers. With the assistance of Haofeng Magic Vehicle, the Battle Mage anticipated the sneak attacks of the Rat several times in advance and successfully curbed the arrogance of these rodents.

The Knight Princess was satisfied with his work and asked the Archmage to find out where the enemy's main force was. In response, the Archmage said that he could do what the Elector asked, but it would take time. He had already tried to find out in the previous battle that there should be a very powerful Disaster Bringer or Gray Prophet on the opposite side, who had been hindering his spying.

As long as the enemy's main force is found, the rest is a matter of battle. Even if the two enemies join forces, West's army still has an absolute advantage in terms of hard power. Of course, before Egwene raised the Swamp Dweller and the Rat, the Knight Princess could only express her helplessness in the plight of the Midden people.

After the powerful Westerland was banned, the only ones who were able to help were Ricklandland and the wild elves in the Laurentlauren Forest. It was unknown what the Enil were thinking, but Karl Franz was now in a dilemma: the vanguard sent to wipe out the forest goblin tribe had already set out.

In order to solve the problem of too many people pouring into Altdorf, Karl publicly announced that he would purge the greenskins hiding in the Reik Forest and recruit a large number of new citizens to join the army. This matter itself was not a problem, but when the news of the defeat of the Midden people came, the vanguard sent by the emperor had already fought with the forest goblins.

The good news is that the emperor's men found the main force of these little greenskins riding spiders without much effort; the bad news is that they also confirmed that the forest goblins had assembled a fairly large army. The vanguard is currently being surrounded and beaten by enemies that are ten times their own. If reinforcements do not arrive within two days, they will have to go to see Mor.

Carl's dilemma was that even if he chose to abandon all the people in the vanguard and lead the main force north to support Midden, what would he do with the greenskin army? The vanguard was certainly besieged, but it could also be said that the greenskins were pinned down. As long as the main force of Reikland pressed forward in time, the emperor was sure to win a brilliant victory; otherwise, once the vanguard was eliminated, the next move of these greenskins would be completely unpredictable, and the entire Reikland and even Talabek and Wissen would be threatened.

But if they ignore Midden County, what will happen to the relationship between Sigmar's followers and Ulric's followers that has finally eased? The straightforward wolf cubs don't care about the difficulties of the playboy in Reik County. They only know that Sigmar's followers choose to sit back and do nothing when they are in trouble.

Sasoril was not sure what Carl would choose, but he still made arrangements. As long as the Ricks dared to come, he had prepared many wonderful programs for them along the way. After thinking it over, the Lord of Change felt that his plan was perfect enough. He had made plans for all possible situations. Logically, he should go and reap the fruits of victory...

Then the first unexpected situation happened. It could not contact Graktar.

Chapter 262 Stubborn

An Jiyue examined the unconscious Boris.

"Your Elector has been cursed," the girl said to the crowd waiting outside the house anxiously. "Curse spells all have one characteristic. They usually require a medium to take effect. Curses that do not require a medium are either weak in effect, or the method to lift the curse must be publicly announced at the time of the curse."

The governor was about to continue speaking when a battle priest of Ulric stepped forward, stared into the eyes of Arwen Duskstar and said, "Public announcement? Do the bastards who cast the curse have to stand in front of us and report it?"

"Public announcement means widely known. This kind of curse must have a reason and be widely recognized by the public to be effective." The girl glanced at the other party. She could guess what the other party wanted to say without using her psychic power. "For example, you are a lord and you need to fight a crucial battle. As a result, one of your vassals is afraid of the enemy because it is too strong and refuses to respond to your call. Then you can curse them, even if you are not a spellcaster yourself."

"Any normal-minded person would despise such a coward who betrays his oath. This is 'recognition'. Thoughts are powerful, and widespread recognition will support the effectiveness of the curse. However, correspondingly, this curse must provide a way to remove it when the curse is issued. Let's take the example I mentioned above. When you curse these bastards, you need to announce that unless one day they fulfill their obligations, the souls of these guys must endure eternal torture."

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little tense, a courtier stepped out to smooth things over: "It sounds like you have seen this kind of situation before, doctor."

"I almost saw it with my own eyes. Without a suitable medium, a curse that leaves no room for maneuver will not work," An Jiyue said with a hint of meaning. "One-sided hatred is just hatred. It will either drive you crazy or lead you to depravity. Even the dwarves know that when your enemy has paid a high enough price, the hatred should end."

The battle priest automatically ignored the governor's explanation of the principle of the curse and said loudly: "So you are sure of your witchcraft tricks..."

An Jiyue used telekinesis to grab the man's neck, forcing him to kneel on the ground because he couldn't breathe. "When I tried to explain to you what happened to your master, you questioned the only person who could save him without any evidence," the girl said in a flat tone, as if she was just a bystander who had nothing to do with it. "I know what you and your colleagues are thinking. You hate magic so much that you don't want to miss any opportunity to make accusations."

The alchemist girl raised her head and saw several people dressed as priests all drew their weapons and cursed at her, while the rest looked around hesitantly, not knowing what they should do now.

"You are lucky, because rescuing Boris is part of my plan, so I will not take my army home in a rage and let your Elector slowly weaken and die under the curse." An Jiyue's voice finally took on a bit of coldness, "But this does not mean that offending me is without cost. When the Wolf Lord wakes up, I will personally ask him for compensation."

The only compensation could be blood, and everyone present realized this at the same time.

"Now, tell me, has your master lost any hair, nails, blood, or other things from his body recently?" The governor released his telekinesis, and the rude battle priest had fainted from lack of oxygen. "And his birthday, how many people know the birth time of the Wolf Lord? I mean, accurate to the minute."

"…The Duke trimmed his beard once before we set out from Middenheim," the courtier said, "but I am sure he has not been injured recently. As for the exact time of his birth, I don't think even he knows it."

"The situation is not too bad. Beards are not a common medium for curses, and the effect is too weak." An Jiyue was still angry, but she immediately got back to work. "Besides that, does he have any particularly important personal belongings that he always carries with him, and that he suddenly lost inexplicably recently?"

"Not at all, doctor. I am responsible for taking care of the Duke's daily life, and I can swear to Yurik that I have not lost any of the Duke's personal belongings." The courtier replied.

"That's strange. The medium that can be used to launch a curse must have a very deep connection with the object of the curse." As she spoke, An Jiyue glanced at the priests who were still glaring at her angrily. The next second, these people all grew fluffy cat ears and cat tails, and they kept meowing in anxiety.

"Wait...is there any news about Katarina?" The girl suddenly thought of a fellow time traveler, a fool who seemed to have been possessed by the cult of the legitimate and illegitimate gods.

"They said she was missing, doctor," the courtier looked uneasily at the priests who had been murdered, his throat rolling up and down with difficulty, "When we first hid in Aaronburg, there was news from Middenheim that she was missing."

An Jiyue immediately revealed an expression of understanding.

"What have you done to us meow?! Stop it meow!" said a Bishop Ulric as he swung his war hammer and was about to rush over. However, just as the expressionless Shigeki Nishikori drew out his dagger and prepared to attack, other Midden people took out their weapons and stopped the clergy, even the White Wolf Knights, a religious knight order, were no exception.

"Enough, please stop!" The courtier who also believed in Yurik devoutly roared at his religious colleagues, "I don't give a damn whether this is witchcraft or not, my duty is to wake up the Elector!"

"This wood elf does not smell of demons or undead," the leader of the White Wolf Knights said, "Unless you can provide evidence, Bishop, my brothers and I cannot agree with your accusation against Doctor Arwen."

These White Wolf Knights were not the ones who had followed Boris from Middenheim. Those warriors had died gloriously in order to cover the rear of the army. They were the guards of the local Yurik Temple in Aaronburg, and they temporarily joined the Elector's army when the Imperial Knights suffered heavy losses.

The bishop was immediately furious, and he accused everyone of being deceived by the "wood elf witch". His words were sharp, but unfortunately the "meow" at the end of each sentence made his accusation sound funny and weak. Of course, even so, the other Midden people still scolded back on the spot without showing any weakness, and the "sunburning (note 1)" level at the scene rose rapidly.

"I have good news and bad news to tell you now," An Jiyue said coldly while watching the quarrel of the Midden people. Her voice was not very loud, but it immediately made the scene quiet. "I can now basically confirm that the medium used by the Chaos minions to curse you, the Elector, was the 'gentle and kind' Miss Katarina. The bad news is that unless we can find Katarina, it will be difficult to lift the curse, and the good news is that I can temporarily isolate the power of the curse."

"Remember, this is only temporary. Any curse must have a 'target' to accurately act on the target. As the daughter of the Wolf Lord, Katarina's blood is naturally targeted, but this is not enough. The opponent should have used some other tricks. In short, I have a way to interfere with the 'target' of the curse, but it can only last for a short time, and the curse will find your Elector again."

"How long can this last?" the courtier asked. Everyone looked at An Jiyue nervously, even the clergy who were frantically pulling at the cat ears on their heads.

"Five days at the shortest, eight days at the longest, anyway it won't be too long," An Jiyue said, crossing her arms over her chest and looking at the bishop, "If some of you here don't mind, I can use my 'witchcraft' to wake up the Wolf Lord now."

"Please go ahead, doctor. You have already fully demonstrated your ability when you treated Master Stephen," the courtier said hurriedly. "Urrik... I think five days should be enough for the Elector to defeat those pagans."

The Jiedushi looked around and saw those clergymen still looked unconvinced and wanted to say something, but the White Wolf Knights walked up to them at some point, and in groups of two they covered their mouths and forcibly dragged them away.

"It will take about half an hour to wake him up," An Jiyue said, turning around and walking into the room. "If you have anything to report to him, you can prepare it now."

……

Note 1: The German word is “Scheisse”.

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Author's Note: Both the Church of Sigmar and the Church of Ulric hate magic and spellcasters. Generally speaking, the former is much more obsessive, and Ulric followers don't really like burning people, even if they are severely mutated. However, in contrast, although the Ulric sect is not as obsessive as the Sigma sect, it is much more stubborn than the latter.

In addition, judging from various background stories, although dwarves also hate magic, their hatred is closer to the fact that they clearly know the dangers and hidden dangers of magic, so they do not trust magic; while religious people, especially religious people in the empire, their hatred of magic is more like some kind of mental stamp, they hate it just for the sake of hating it.

Chapter 263 Promise

In the Southland, south of Orion Camp, in an unnamed valley.

The fierce battle has come to an end, and the bloody smell that permeates the battlefield is still so strong that it makes people want to vomit even if the strong wind blows. When the greenskins stepped into this battlefield carefully selected by the southern Asrai, their fate was already determined. The only thing left was how much the other side of the battle would have to pay to win the final victory.

"Madam, the last group of wild orcs that escaped have been dealt with, and the forest cavalry are burning the bodies," a forest captain came to Morgan on a giant stag, "according to your request, we have openly given up chasing those forest goblins."

"Well," Morgan nodded, then looked at the other forest captain, "Have you figured out the casualties?"

"A total of 1731 members of the tribe died on the spot or died of their injuries. Another 2602 members of the tribe suffered varying degrees of injuries. Doctors and life spellcasters have been assigned to treat them," the man answered without hesitation. "I have sent someone to the nearest village to pass on the message. They will arrange everything the wounded need."

"You have won a glorious victory, Morgan," Nayes, who had accompanied the army on the expedition, said immediately, "The casualties were much lower than I had expected... I had thought that at least five thousand people would have lost their lives."

When the Spellsinger learned that a 50,000-strong greenskin tribe was approaching the border, and that almost two-thirds of them were wild orcs, he was even more nervous than the Asrai in the South. Nayes was sure that her friend could win this battle. Along the way, she had already witnessed how prosperous the Southland relatives were. According to her estimate, if the Crucified Wood King's Court mobilized to the maximum, it could at least pull out 30,000 troops, which was enough to defeat these annoying killer mushrooms.

It's just that you can win the battle, but the price you need to win the battle is another matter. Nayis had already prepared to rush back to Athel Loren to call for help, but Morgan said that it was not necessary, and she would never bow to Ariel and Orion. Just as the anxious Nayis tried to persuade her friend to be more rational, Morgan said that she had called for reinforcements.

Reinforcements? Where can we find reinforcements in this place in the South? Could it be that the cousin of Asur sent people? Just as the spellsinger was thinking about this question half anxiously and half confusedly, the reinforcements that the Lord Weaver mentioned arrived at the Orion camp -

It turned out to be Asur. From the emblems and insignia on the reinforcements, Nayes judged that these people should be from Saphiri, the wizard nation in Ulthuan. But for some reason, these cousins ​​did not have any of the various Lilith symbols that Saphiri people used most often, only the silver star that symbolized the "old woman" Morayg Heg.

These people were naturally the subordinates of Dustan Falcon. The mage had a thousand-man army in Plateau Castle, including nine teams of ordinary sea guards and a team of skylark squadrons, which were elite troops and prototypes of the army. Because there were too many greenskins rushing towards the Orion camp, Morgan was worried that he could not control the casualties by himself, so he asked for help from his friends in the chat group.

Originally, the best option was to transfer troops directly from Plateau Castle, but the problem was that Nais was also here and insisted on going with the army. Finally, after coordination, Dustan deployed another 9,000 troops to Plateau Castle remotely, making up a total of 10,000 troops. Anyway, Morgan could use his roots to teleport Dustan's troops back to the old world.

The arrival of 10,000 Asur warriors solved the problem of insufficient manpower in the King's Court of the Crucible. The two sides fought side by side and successfully wiped out 50,000 greenskins with very low casualties. Only a few hundred forest goblin spider cavalrymen hired by the Savage Orcs escaped by relying on the climbing ability of their mounts. All other greenskins, big and small, were buried in this nameless valley.

"It's a victory with no real meaning." Morgan didn't seem to care much about Nayis's praise. "It's meaningless no matter how many greenskins we kill... By the way, is there any news about Cyranos Nasser?"