In the cloudy battlefield sky, Malekis grabbed the reins of Seraphim with one hand and stare at the raised scales of the dragon's head, his trademark midnight armor rising and falling with the black dragon flapping its wings.

At his side, the captain of the Black Guard, Kuran, rode another majestic black dragon, wielding a massive Dark Essence halberd with jagged runes on the tip of the halberd meaning "Crimson Death", which had harvested countless lives and made him famous.

The arrival of the Witch King and the mighty Black Dragon Legion gave a glimmer of life to the army of Dark Elves, whose offensive had weakened, and countless pairs of expectant eyes were on their High King, while the High Elves were in deep shock and horror.

"Malekis!"

At the head of the city, Aris clutched the Bow of the Moon, gritting his teeth and pronouncing the name engraved in the depths of his soul.

The aura of the Witch King was like a bone-chilling wind blowing from the north, cold and powerful. Even with Aris' eyes closed, he could still point out the location of Malekith as if he were looking directly at the other person with his eyes open.

The culprit and traitor of the destruction of the continent of Nagaris, the initiator of the tragic fate of the Anar family, if it were not for him, the people of the kingdom of Nagaris would not have lived a dark life with the shadow as their companion and revenge as their faith.

Faced with the evil Witch King, Aris felt a huge wave in his heart.

The Anar family, to which he belonged, had once been staunch supporters of Malekis, but loyalty was rewarded with a dagger that plunged deep into the heart of the family.

His grandfather, Yin Ou Luolan, and his father, Yin Ou Siriel, both died at the hands of Marekis.

The accumulation of blood eventually led to the formation of Marekis and Aris as mortal enemies.

Sensing the surging anger in the thousands of eyes from afar, Marekis saw Aris's pale face, deep and haggard, and the cold eyes of the gloomy owl were filled with anger.

Undeterred, Aris met those ancient eyes, pulled the bowstring of the moon to the full moon, and shot the magic arrow with a low cry.

Under the cloudy and treacherous sky, thousands of arrows were fired like a rain curtain, but none of the arrows were as dazzling as the magic moon.

Even the six-foot-long silver trail of the Eagle Claw ballista could not match the tail of a meteor in the moon.

An arrow engulfed Aris's endless rage lit up most of the battlefield and shot straight at Malekith's face.

The rebellious witch king did not choose to escape, he stood on the back of the dragon, quietly watched the streamer continue to magnify in his eyes, and at the moment when the field of vision was completely filled, he reached out and grabbed the arrow, Peng's snort, the arrow was pinched into magic crumbs, and at the same time showed a disdainful look at the angry Aris on the city wall.

"Aris, I thought you had grown a lot, but it seems that I thought about it too much."

The deep voice echoed straight in the ears of the Shadow King.

Aris gritted his teeth and stared at Malekis like a beast, wanting to rush forward and smash the arrogant creature to pieces, but the remaining sanity in his mind kept reminding him that he was far from being a match for Malekis.

"Finally one day you'll have a flaw, Marekis. My arrows will always be aimed at your heart, and I hope that moment will not come. ”

Malekith caught the Shadow King's magic arrow with his bare hands, and this scene completely detonated the fanaticism, loyalty, and determination in the hearts of the dark elves.

"For the Witch King!"

This sentence was shouted out by Kuran at first.

When Kuran's simple but powerful words were heard in their ears, all the dark elves felt blood surging up all over their bodies. A battle cry erupted from the bottom of his heart, but was quickly drowned out by the cheers of his fellow Darkspirits.

"For the Witch King."

Then the Dark Elf soldier whispered, then repeatedly, and finally turned into a cry of determination. The soldiers shouted the words in the loudest voices they could, and rushed madly towards the walls.

One will, one race. As long as the Witch King is there, the Dark Elves will not be defeated, and all Truzzi is convinced of this, and they put life and death on the line.

Even King Sehelek couldn't help but be shocked by this group of madmen who were desperate for more than the undead.

More than twenty Black Dragon Knights swooped down on their mounts towards the city, and corrosive dragon flames leaped over the heads of the High Elf defenders, turning swaths of soldiers and their armor into acid.

Encouraged by this, the Cult of Pleasure and the Niko Vault Dweller army launched an even more fierce offensive.

The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and almost instantaneously, the advantage is already in the hands of one's own side.

Moraslu on the high hill did not feel joy, but her face was faintly nervous.

Isn't Marekis in Nagaronde, how did he come to Osune.

Although he had only been able to save the consequences of his reckless actions, the thought of facing his increasingly rebellious son made Morath suddenly feel uneasy.

Suddenly, she realized that Loscia was still standing beside her, and maybe this guy was a good shield.

Remembering the interrupted conversation between the two, Morath tried to continue the conversation, keeping Loscia by his side.

But Squidward, he's not stupid, he's shrewd.

Without the permission of the Witch King, he came to attack the island of Osun, and he was bound to face his unimaginable anger later.

Anyway, Morath made all the, so let this crazy woman face it herself.

The two happened to think of going together.

By the time Morath turned around, the Sea Monster Lord had already drawn two blood-red blades and said with great righteousness, "I will take the lead in the charge." ”

Then, before the High Empress could react, Loxia led her Divine Blessing Guards and rushed towards the battlefield.

Just kidding, the witch king is coming, and it is not advisable to stay here for a long time.

Moras: ....

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Seraphim landed on the side of the high hill, and Malekith leaped off the dragon's back, straight through the blockade of the Calamity Sisters, and walked across from Morath, staring angrily at his mother.

"Mother, what are you doing? Is it because there isn't enough trouble in Quintex Province? ”

Marekis allowed what little blittle of his annoyance to slip through his voice. Both of their entourages would turn pale with fright and be silent. But his mother was happy.

Morath has figured it out, things have been done anyway, what can Marekis do with himself?

She smiled sweetly, and Malekith sneered, as if he had foreseen Morath deliberately searching for a slit in the Midnight armor for the dagger in her hand to poke into.

"Everything is going well, my son." Morath hooked her lips. "The cowardly Azuls were completely frightened. We've taken over a dozen of their towns and villages, we've captured a lot of captives, and the High Elves are cowering behind the walls, shivering, and now you're here. ”

Morath's smile was full of sweet malice.

"Do you know what you're doing yourself? Is this some new betrayal, Mom? ”

"I have not betrayed, my son, I swear." She sounded sincere, but Morath had always done her own thing.

"Under normal circumstances, I would agree with your plan, Mom, but it's not normal now. The barbarians of the north are heading south, you can't abandon Nagarus, and the sword of Kane won't agree with you. Mom, why can't you do what I asked you to do, instead of making excuses and excuses to prevaricate me. ”

"Don't be so grumpy, Marekis. This is inappropriate for the greatest elven ruler the world has ever seen. “

What a typical Morath behavior to mix praise and rebuke. Maybe this is my mother's secret smile on her vanity. Even after spending so much time with the mother, it's hard to tell what it really is.

Anyway, his mom will always be so self-righteous.

"You'd better save it, Mom." The Witch King was furious.

His piercing gaze looked behind Morath, and he saw only her chief Death Witch, Zachar, and the silent Kane Assassin Sabios.

"What about the Locsians."

"It's time to go to war, before you come."

"That piece of shit." I was in a hurry before I came. However, he wanted to clean up Loxia and stay until after the war.

Now, now that he had come to Ausun, it was time for Nagareth to change hands.

The Witch King looked at the head of the city of Zroder, which was about to be captured, and his eyes were deep.