"Come on, you weak reptiles!"

Standing at the forefront, Grondi the Iron Crusher leads all the dwarven iron party formations, ready to meet the massive southern army of Kislev. The Dwarven Allies are few in number, but they are among the most powerful in the entire Northern Alliance. All the dwarven guards were heavily armoured, round steel shields, armed to the teeth. Their morale is high, like drunken fanatics.

With a roar from the Iron Crusher, all the dwarves raised their warhammers and pointed to the sky, their shields reflecting the glow of the rising sun. In front of them was a tidal wave of southern troops.

The dense rain of arrows flew like locusts passing through, and the hoplites raised their steel shields, and the rain of arrows immediately shot out from above the shield wall, and there were no casualties among the five hundred dwarven hoplites! Only the sound of the clanging of arrows proved that the rain of arrows had flown before.

Tens of thousands of soldiers of Kislev's Southern Army rushed forward with shouts, forming a rolling front, like a tumbling tide, and the shouts were quickly swallowed up by the sound of steel crashing. The two armies confronted each other in a huge plain battlefield. The war that had been preparing for seven years broke out at this moment.

The entire front, full confrontation, in the middle, is the dwarven phalanx led by Grondi the Iron Crusher, on both sides, is the northern military phalanx led by the lords of the northern border, and in the back row, there are the hoplites of the Black Rose Knights and the militia regiments that have been spontaneously organized from all over the country, including the battle priests of the Yuric Sect. Unlike the way Caterina dealt with the rebels back then, Rhodes threw all of his elite into the front line and did not treat the Allies as cannon fodder. Rather, it exists as a reserve.

At the rear of the entire front was the General's Guard led by Rhodes himself, consisting of eighty-eight bear knights and two hundred northern knights. At the same time, it is also the last line of defense. The enemy is outnumbered, and the Lord must go to the battlefield to cheer up the soldiers. On the battle front, where there is danger, Rhodes must lead this elite cavalry to wherever it goes.

The gray and white armor of Ersun, the thunder battle axe surrounded by lightning, became the spiritual pillar in the hearts of the soldiers.

"Hold on, brothers!"

On the front line, Lord Burtner roared in a deep voice, and the huge two-handed battle axe cut down an infantry captain of the Southern Army, the battle axe cut through the chain mail, biting deep into the body, blood sprayed from the wound, and the old lord just stepped on the chest of the infantry captain, pulled out the battle axe cruelly, and continued to slash at the next enemy.

On the central front, Grondi shouted for all the dwarves to hold the line. The axes and iron swords of the human warriors slashed at the dwarven shields without any response, while the dwarven hammers and heavy shields dealt a head-on blow to the attackers.

Grondi swung his hammer and smashed it into the head of a human infantryman, who was instantly smashed into the head, blood and brains pouring out of the shattered skull, and falling lifelessly to the side. A knife and axe man slashed at his steel helmeted head with a battle axe, but was intercepted by Grundi's large shield, and after the strong shield blocked the axe's chopping, he immediately counterattacked, Grondi roared, slammed the steel shield down, and instantly broke the toes of the enemy in front of him, and then, he slammed the soldier with his head, and the human infantry stood unsteadily, and fell on his back. The dwarven warrior's hammer followed, smashing the human infantry's face with a single blow. Only the sound of bones shattering was heard, and the nose bones and forehead bones of the human infantry were all smashed, and blood gushed out in an instant, beyond recognition.

There were more and more corpses lying on the ground, but the two crowds continued to fight, on the battle line, the stumps and broken arms were scattered, and the blood flowed all over the ground, almost every step was blood, and there was not an inch of clean place under the feet. 186 Chinese Network

Along with the fierce fighting of the infantry line, the cavalry also launched a charge on the flank. According to the plan, the Knights of the Black Rose were the first to strike, and the cavalry regiment of the Southern Army immediately counterattacked.

The horses neighed, and the iron armor trembled. The heavy cavalry of the Order galloped wildly on the flanks, and the horses wrapped in black heavy armor gasped for a charge, the black armor was decorated with the pattern of the Grim Reaper Moore, and the visor was a terrifying skull. As if death had passed, a black shadow rushed across the grassland, colliding with the oncoming cavalry of the Southern Army. When the two cavalry regiments staggered, hundreds of riders were killed in an instant. The cavalry pierced the cavalry's torso, and no amount of armor and shields could stop the cavalry in a high-speed charge.

Grand Master Venis of the Order personally led the charge, and his sword tore through the armor of one of the Kislev hussars, leaving a fatal wound on the horseman's face, and the wounded knight fell from his horse. At the same time, the other cavalry knocked the regimental commander to the ground. Venis's war horse screamed and fell to one side with a bang, and the Grand Master jumped to the side with the help of the stirrups before the horse fell to the ground, avoiding being crushed under the war horse. The moment he landed, the enemy's spear stabbed at him. Vinis dodged sideways, holding his sword in both hands, and with one sword he slashed the horse's calf. As blood spurted out, the rider on horseback fell forward heavily.

A Kislev hussar, who had also lost his horse, crushed the Grand Master to the ground and screamed to plunge his short sword into the throat of the Grand Master of the Black Rose Knights, but Corinnal appeared in time and stabbed the cavalryman through the body with his death scythe, the sharp blade piercing through the back of the cavalry, piercing through the chest, and when pulled out, the blade was already stained with the warm blood and broken internal organs of the hussars.

"You should have come early!"

Grand Master cursed, all around them were such bloody battlefields of death. At the same time, they were fighting against Kislev's most powerful cavalry, the hussars. Even in the Empire, the Knights rarely experienced such bloody battles. The sky was covered with sand and mist, and all that could be heard in the air was the sound of weapons and the endless screams and shouts of the soldiers.

For two hours, the fighting continued, showing no signs of abating. The artillery fire was still roaring, smashing towards the rear of the positions of both sides. You can see the projectile whizzing overhead, and a moment later, there is a thunderclap on the ground, blowing up three to five soldiers.

Splashes of limb fragments drenched from the soldiers' heads with blood. Under the feet where the sun could not shine, there was blood and broken limbs everywhere.

Two hours later, signs of magical energy shaking began to appear in the Southern Army's positions. The Frost Witch Warband begins to join the fray. In the densest area of the crowd, irregular cold winds began to appear, and terrible vortices appeared above the heads of the soldiers, as if the sky had been torn open one by one, and with the spell of the wizard, a large amount of broken ice poured down from these torn holes, like a small local blizzard, smashing down on the people who were in the bloody battle.

And almost at the same time as the enemy witches cast their spells, the priests of the Northern Alliance were praying for divine magic. High Priest Yeskovich let out a roar like a wild bear, and the soldiers around him immediately felt a powerful force infused into their bodies, and their armor became extremely strong enough to withstand any sword and spell damage. It's like putting a layer of bark on the soldier's epidermis to protect against harsh natural disasters.

And Yurik's battle priests prayed for the protection of the white wolf, and a white light bloomed from the priest's hammer blade, and an incomparably brilliant aura appeared on the battle priest's body, this aura expanded at an alarming speed, forming an energy barrier, protecting at least two hundred soldiers around the priest under the barrier.

Along with the falling ice, there is a variety of magical resistance in the northern positions......