The situation on the battlefield is rapidly changing, and with the appearance of the Shadow King Aris, the High Elves have launched a fierce counterattack, and even if Moras's army still has the advantage, they will have to pay a heavy price for every step forward. The two sides did not give an inch, and the battle at the East Gate fell into anxiety.

On the other side, the army led by the high-ranking sorceress of the Beast Department, Korvesis, made faster and greater progress than the eastern gate.

Although the size of her troops is not comparable to that of the Eastern Front, these soldiers are the most elite forces that Morath can mobilize, and they are very brave.

Thousands of gloomy swordsmen had an impenetrable rain of arrows above their heads, climbing the siege ladder and struggling to climb up.

The Dread Spearmen and the Black Ark pirates breached the gates and poured into Anaheim, only to be confronted by the Lothern Naval Spear Array before they could come to the aid of the troops attacking the walls.

The two waves of red-eyed people rushed towards the opposite side of the killing, shouting at the same time, "A thousand-year-old hatred!" Implacable! ”

Because both sides were extremely familiar rivals, the black arks that broke into the city were suppressed by the navy near the city gate in a short period of time, and failed to further expand the results of the battle.

The turnaround came quickly, reinforcements from the dark elves' side arrived on the battlefield, hundreds of cold lizard dread knights raided the Lother naval phalanx from the flank, under the high-speed charge of the cold lizard, a large area of the navy was knocked away, and the knights who were in a killing used sharp spears to pierce the enemy through the heart, picked up and flew up, and then were swallowed into the mouth by the cold lizard they sat down and chewed it in one gulp.

Before the High Elf spearmen who had arrived to support could surround the Knights of the Cold Lizard, they were intercepted by the long-standing Slaanesh Reapers, who recited the name of the taboo, causing the spearmen to fall into a state of pain, and before the Piercing Heart Wrist Bone Curse was over, they summoned dark tentacles to churn outward, pulling the souls of many High Elves out of their bodies.

Several units of Black Sharp Crossbowmen and elite Thunderbolt Devils followed, pulling the trigger and using a swift rain of arrows to suppress the walls and the array of spears below.

The Thunderbolt Devils wield a special shield-breaking bolt that can easily pierce the shields used by High Elf spearmen within effective firing range, inflicting terrifying damage.

With the cover of the crossbowmen in the rear, the Gloomy Swordsmen quickly took over the city walls, using it as a stronghold, and a steady stream of crossbowmen gathered and fired condescendingly below them.

Under multiple encirclements, the High Elves' left front was defeated and had to retreat.

As the once-glorious city shrouded in flames, the magnificent buildings crumbling and crumbling, Cowwesish rode into Anaheim on a dark steed with a dark side, surrounded by a large number of guards. Listening to the screams of pleasure, the tall sorceress couldn't help but smile.

"Order, let the Cold Lizard Dread Knight raid the flank of the defenders of the East Gate. The rest of the ministries followed me to take the central square. "Korvesis gave the military order to the herald in high spirits.

The cold lizard dreadknights who had been ordered did not delay and attacked the east gate, and all the high elves they saw on the road were pierced by spears and fell into the belly of the cold lizard.

With Korvesis in charge, the Dark Elf army is on the verge of capturing Anaheim Central Square in one fell swoop.

However, when they rushed into the central avenue, they saw rows of spears and shields.

From the Lothern naval phalanx rang out the roar of a lion.

The warrior automatically separates the center of the street, making way for a passage.

A golden-haired nobleman dressed in luxurious armor and dressed in white lion skin appeared unhurriedly in front of everyone, carrying a double-edged axe inlaid with precious stones, his posture was straight, his three-dimensional face was as sharp as a knife, and his long golden hair seemed to be the mane of a lion king, swaying gently in the wind.

One can't help but notice that there is a huge white lion head hanging from the right shoulder armor of the man.

"Alasta." Korvesis softly pronounced out the other party's name, and his face changed slightly, "Why did he come here?" ”

Known as the White Lion, the Chief of the White Lion Guard of Charis, Alasta has been famous for a long time, not only with prestige among the High Elves, but also among the rival Dark Elves.

Behind Alasta was a group of white lion guards of Challus, each of whom fought with a long-handled axe in a large coat made of their prey.

These mighty warriors are so powerful that they can sever a dragon's head with a single blow, or pierce a griffon's heart with a single sword. They are desperate to seek a tougher opponent and tear their bodies in half.

Each White Lion Praetorian Guard is flanked by a majestic Charris War Lion, its fangs and claws that can easily bite through bones, and its thick skin is effective against both normal and magical ranged attacks.

When Alasta and his White Lion Janissaries appeared, all the dark elves were in front of them, even the Slaanesh Reapers, whose hands were stained with countless blood, showed a wary look.

"Filthy Slaanesh demons, infamous ark pirates, executioner grenade devils, oh and disgusting high sorceresses."

With one hand on his shoulder, Alasta looked around at the army of dark elves in front of him, as if talking to himself.

Then he looked up and grinned, "All the dark filth must die." ”

"Rush me!" Alasta drew his battle axe and pointed at the dense army of dark elves on the opposite side.

Dozens of Charris White Lions were the first to charge, followed by the White Lion Guards.

Even in fear, with the presence of the lord, the Dark Elf army still rushed forward and engaged in bloody street battles with the white lion guards of Challus in the streets and alleys.

Alasta is the long-established captain of the White Lion Praetorian Guard, and Korvesis did not dare to slack off, unleashing the wild form of the high-level vicedar, awakening the wildness in the hearts of the surrounding allies, and greatly increasing the armor-piercing damage, armor strength and basic damage of his own weapons.

At the same time, she raised her hand, chanted a spell, and threw a breathtaking spear of amber at Alasta.

"It's good to come!" Alasta laughed and slashed the amber spear with his battle axe, then broke through the shield wall of the Gloomy Swordsmen and swaggered towards Korvesis, who was protected by many guards.

*

North of the Black Coast, Doomsday Woodlands.

In the dreary afternoon, lightning struck, a thunderclap rang out, and the hazy sky brewed for a long time, pouring down torrential rain, which flooded the entire forest like a hungry wolf.

It rained heavily in and around the Bleak Fortress, and the rain continued to fall into the realm of Nagarus, destroying the world and embracing a grand death. Beneath the thick clouds, a group of Ebony Claw Knights surrounded a massive cold lizard named "Vicious".

The massive army of Hagrid Graeme is entrenched in a hidden forest on the outskirts of the Doomsday Glades. Even though they were drenched and their vision blurred, the team was not in the slightest bit embarrassed or confused. The black-haired boss rode resentfully, staring intently at the rainstormy forest ahead, the rain sliding down the bright outline of his face.

Hagrid Graeme's most brutal tyrant and the most decadent soul in the land. The fate of Marus Blackblade is inextricably intertwined with the desires of the worlds.

Hiding in his body is a Chaos Demon, slashing.

Those who go to war with Malus Blackblade will feel his demonic aura, and those who dare to face him will be infected by the aura and fear.

Malus Blackblade has a cold face, a thin and straight body, and countless lives in his hands, not angry but self-assured.

Although Malus had fought for control of his body with Zakan, the Chaos Demon within him, and had felt lost for a while, he had now returned from wandering and had firmly controlled his body and suppressed the demon's influence.

Not long ago, he received an order from the Witch King Malekis himself to lead his army here.

Malekith's orders have absolute authority among the Dark Elves, and even Malus Blackblade must obey.

Now, he and his servants have been waiting for a long time.

"Even if you are exiled to the south, you will still be willing to be lonely." Riding on Viciousness, Malus Blackblade muttered to himself.

He sat down with more resentment than most of his kind, and the beast was so in harmony with his hard-hearted master that he stuck out his tongue and stared his head firmly into the forest ahead, as if sensing something.

Suddenly, a bird flew in the dense forest in the distance.

Everyone present could feel the ground tremble slightly.

"The friend we're waiting for is here." Malus looked up at the stormy sky and smiled wickedly, "Prepare to welcome them with a rain of arrows." ”

In the distance, two of the most powerful lords of the Ariel Army, the twin sisters, flew swiftly across the sky on legendary forest dragons named Saisin Hal and behind them more than a dozen forest dragons and giant eagles soared in the torrential rain.

In the dark forest beneath the twin sisters, the lords of the woodlands rode elven horses leading thousands of armies of wood elves at a rapid pace, and hordes of giant stag cavalry swiftly weaved through obstacles to clear their way.

As the twin sisters marched in the rain, hundreds of sharp crossbow arrows were fired from the woods below.

Sensing the danger, Sahin Hal deviated from the flight path to avoid the rain of arrows, but at this moment it was intercepted.

At the same time, Malus's forces had already rammed into the vanguard of Ariel's front.

The twin sisters quickly landed in front of the two armies, only to see Malus stick his giant sword into the muddy ground, and his sharp eyes glanced at them and said coldly, "This way is not passable." ”

*

On the vast expanse of the ocean, a vast fleet of High Elves is speeding on the blue sea, and the elven princess of Itaeon, the prince of the War Council, Tyrion, has assembled a fleet of thirteen dragons to support Anaheim.

According to the news from Alasta, the head of the White Lion Guard, who arrived first, Anaheim is already in danger.

Therefore, Itirne did not dare to delay, and ordered the fleet to move at full speed, and to reach Anaheim at night.

The entire world of the High Elves' sea is extremely top-notch, and their Lothern Navy, which is extremely good at naval warfare, is famous, and the dragon ship they are riding on is not an ordinary ship, to be precise, it should be a castle suspended in the sea. The fleets of the rest of the races can only flee for their lives when they encounter the High Elf Navy, and there is a high probability that they will not be able to escape.

This time, however, the navy of Itirne has encountered an extremely difficult opponent, the Black Ark Pirates, who are on par with them!

On the distant horizon, a black fleet spanning dozens of miles has been waiting for a long time.

The leader of the Divine Bless Evil Party, the commander of the Black Ark "God Bless the Tower of Terror", and the Dark Lord with the most Black Ark pirates other than the Witch King Marekis, Loxia - Fallen Heart, leads his infamous large fleet in a line, blocking Itirnay's path.

The Black Ark, formerly a city on the continent of Nagaris that was about to fall silent into the vast ocean, was suspended by Morath with great magic and used as a ship.

In short, each Black Ark is a miniature dark elf city.

Wearing a solid gold Kraken mask and a sea dragon cloak, Locsia stands atop the flagship "Tower of Divine Bless Terror", looking out over the High Elf fleet on the horizon.

He played with the dagger in his hand and calmly ordered the first mate, "The soul guns of each ship are loaded." A volley followed by a melee fight. ”

A full fifteen Black Arks gathered, and countless Black Ark pirates let out cheers of excitement.

Beneath the surface, the Sirens of the Abyss, with their immense power and insatiable desires, and the bewitching and cruel bloody Medusa, are already restless, and an epic naval battle is about to begin in the vast ocean.