Without Potmar's control, those ordinary necromancers would not be able to effectively command so many undead, and the situation on the battlefield was suddenly reversed.

"Assault of the whole army!"

Tulius, who had originally asked his soldiers to move behind the ashes, seized the opportunity and led the Imperial army to launch an assault on the undead on the plains.

On the other side of the battlefield, some of the Stormcloaks had been ineffective since the battle began, and they realized what to do.

"Oufrick, us?" Garma Stonefist and Ufrik stood on a dirt slope and looked out over the battlefield.

"Pass the order down and clear the undead!" Ufrik looked at the small number with jealous eyes, but one by one they were a hundred ashes, he didn't know where the Imperial army found such helpers, although the Empire suffered a lot of losses in this battle, but he still suppressed the caution that had risen.

"Are we going to take advantage of the Empire?"

"No, restrain the soldiers, it's enough to take care of our side."

"Yes!" Watching from the periphery of the battlefield, Garma was already a little impatient, even if Ufric asked not to clash with the Empire now, it was okay to let him cut down the undead.

The besieged necromancers realized that the tide was turning, that their queen had failed, and that no matter how hard they tried to bring the fallen undead back to life, they could not fight against two armies at the same time.

Although they like to study necromancy and touch the realm of the dead, they are just as sorry for their lives, after all, they can't be transformed into lichs casually, and if they die without strength, they will be resurrected as skeleton mages with little sanity at best.

As for the vampires who collaborated with Portmar because of Hakong, they even wanted to flee the battlefield after leaving behind the corpses of many of their clansmen.

However, a scarlet blood mist flying from the sky caught their attention, and they felt the resonance from the bloodline from above, it was a higher being than them.

The vampires look to the sky, but instead of the majestic saviors they imagined, they look at the miserable victims.

I saw Hakong floating in the sky, his right hand had been broken, and a lot of skin and flesh had turned into smoke and dissipated, revealing the blood-drenched wriggling internal organs below, and the vampire was proud of it, and the recovery ability stronger than the troll seemed to have become an ornament.

"Ahhhh

In fact, the pain of flesh and blood was nothing to Hakong, and what really made him unbearable was the power that worked on his soul, and the burning pain was countless times greater than that of exposure to the scorching sun.

He seems to have become an ordinary person who was once disdained by him.

"What, what!?"

A vampire screamed in disbelief, and even felt that his brain was blank, in their eyes, with the further blessing of the demon god, why did the vampire lord with a higher level of strength end up like this.

Potmar's defeat seemed to them to be an accident, but Hakong's tragic situation caused them to lose confidence completely.

At this time, Hakong also had a hard time, and the battle with those mutated vampires on the beach delayed a lot of time, so that the elf who originally thought he had been thrown off caught up.

In another battle, Hakong was still beaten and had little power to fight back, and if it weren't for the fact that the other party was attracted by the situation of those mutated vampires, he wouldn't have been able to escape.

The longer he lives, the more he treasures his life, and even more so Hakong, who sacrificed thousands of people for strength and longevity, and after noticing the terrible fluctuations that Portmar had set off before, Hakong once tied his life-saving straw to this place.

But the scene that appeared in front of Hakong's eyes did not have much of a different impact than the vampires who saw him.

The script seems to be a little wrong, the imaginary scene of the Wolfheart Queen being powerful and crushing the audience was not staged, but her own subordinates and those necromancers died and fled, and the undead were cut all over the ground.

Judging the situation, he wanted his men to stop the enemy who was about to chase him, but the next moment Hakong saw that the vampires below were suddenly scattered in all directions, except for a few unlucky ones who were shot down by the explosive crossbow arrows of the Dawn Guard or the dragon hunting arrows of the ashes, most of them still escaped.

"I can't die, as long as I'm alive, I'm still useful to Lord Morag, and these people who dare to go against him will inevitably die." When Hakong saw this scene, he didn't want to stay long, and he mobilized the magic power in his body and prepared to flee again.

"Thorn-"

The familiar and terrifying energy of the Holy Light reappeared, and a shining golden javelin appeared in an instant, and the pupils shrank, and Hakong's heart was shot.

A cloud of blood mist burst in the air, and the vampire lord who pierced his chest looked at Zhang Lin who was still in a throwing posture on the ground with a frightened face, he didn't expect that there was a person here who could use this kind of power.

"Run!" In order to maintain this broken body, Hakong was almost unable to hold on, and the only word left in his mind was this one word.

At this moment, the terrified figure appeared in front of his eyes, and Hakong couldn't help but shudder, and the next moment he realized how humiliating it was for him, the vampire king of the Valchiha clan.

"You have nowhere to run!"

The holy light around Hill's body kept surging, and she was very unhappy to let the enemy escape twice in a row, and this time she definitely had to leave the other party behind.

Hakon looked at the Blood Elves who had cornered him with a hideous face, and the desire to survive filled his mind.

"My lord, give me strength." With the mentality of a last-ditch fight, Hakong prayed to the demon god through the mace in his hand.

Soon, the response came, and a steady stream of divine power poured into his body from the mace, and the wound began to heal, and the muscles that grew back were even thicker than before.

"Haha, this is the power of my lord." Hakong, who was laughing maniacally and feeling the changes in his body, didn't notice that everyone's eyes were attracted by the strange appearance above his head.

In Morag Barr's realm of annihilation, the Cold Harbor, the tyrannical demon god is being haunted by a man who looks like an ordinary demon.

"Sangeon, what do you mean by sending an avatar to me?"

"Just passing by, by the way, are you so unwelcome to me?" The god of blood and debauchery spread his hands.

"Passing by?" Morag Barr is clearly not happy with this reason.

"Oh, your believers seem to be calling you."

Without a bloody reminder, Morag Barr also noticed that since the other demon god was here, he didn't pay close attention to what was going on, but only responded to the other party's request with a little divine power.

But then, the incarnation of the Bloody Demon God channeled his own power into the past.

"What are you doing!?" Morag Barr yelled at Sanjeen that there was definitely something wrong with the other party's sudden behavior.

"Greet a few guests for you." Sangien gave a strange smile, and the avatar disappeared in front of the other party's eyes.

Feeling the surging divine power, Hakong was almost overjoyed, he had never expected to receive such a powerful feedback.

"Uhhh

Several thick chains fell from the top of Hakong's head, crushing his body to pieces in an instant.