"Come on, you s***!"

The undead roared, and the corpses poured in. On Tsar's Boulevard, at the forefront of the Legion, Celta, the captain of the Norsca Guard, roared loudly. In the next moment, countless zombies, ghouls, and bats pounced on the Northern Coalition Army.

At this moment, countless undead almost overwhelmed the Northern Legion. Like a black mudslide, it flowed through the streets and alleys of Kislev City in an instant, and under the crazy tide of the undead, was the banner of the northern border.

On the battle front, the sound of weapons colliding continued like a torrential rain.

"Formation! Brothers, if you don't want those humans to look down on us, we will fight to the death! Those who flee today will dishonor the name of their ancestors!"

On the Iron Street, Grondi, the dwarven iron breaker, clenched his shield and roared with his battle axe held high. Behind him, hundreds of heavily armed dwarven warriors also clenched their battle shields and stood in dense positions, staring ahead. Rushing towards him was not an ordinary wave of undead corpses, but a chariot of death......

Several ghost horses pulled the heavy white bone chariot and galloped at a terrifying speed.

Grondi knew that this was definitely the most dangerous situation he had ever faced in his life. However, when the Greenskins invaded, he had fallen, and this time, he could not fall again. Otherwise, you don't even have the qualifications to become a butcher.

The scarred armor was a symbol of his glory, a testimony of the glory days of the past, and for the glory of the dwarves, he was willing to fight to the death, and he must fight to the death, and he wanted to break through the defenses, unless he stepped on me!" Grundy shouted to himself in his heart.

Finally, the Grim Reaper engine chariot galloped wildly, and the whistling ghost war horse and huge chariot instantly knocked out the dwarven warriors in the front row, some of the dwarf warriors were knocked down in the air and rose to the ground, while some were directly trampled by the ghost war horses, and when the dwarves stabilized the line, they found that it was not only the death chariot that attacked them, but also the black knight who was also wearing heavy armor and holding heavy weapons...... In the air, the giant Celestial Ghost Beast roared by, and as it landed, it flew hordes of dwarven warriors, its sturdy armor falling apart under the tearing of the terrifying undead behemoth, turning into shards of steel and sliding from the behemoth's fingertips. At the same time, there was also the thick blood and flesh of the dwarves......

"No!"

Grondi roared loudly, but he was covered in wounds and was being trampled under the feet of a black knight who held his sword in both hands, and a dark blue ghost fire burned in his eye sockets.

"Come on, join us ......"

The Black Knight whispered, and as it stabbed with his sword, Grondi struggled to grab the battle axe that had fallen to the ground, and slammed it into the face before the Black Knight's runic sword stabbed.

The rune sword grazed Grondi's cheek and plunged into the ground, and the dwarven warrior struggled to get up and kicked over the black knight who had stepped on him just now.

On the Tsar's Boulevard, the battle between the Northern Coalition Army and the Undead Army entered a white heat, countless ghouls and zombies rushed up in waves, and were resolved again and again by the most elite Norsca Guards and the Northern Vanguard Army, at the same time, behind the street, the arrow rain flew wave after wave, the Northern Archers, the Black Rose Knights crossbowmen shot at the same time, the sky was full of arrow rain, and the corpses piled up on the streets.

Finally, out of the chaotic crowd, a group of knights who charged to their deaths rushed out—the Bear Knight, the son of Ersun.

Eighty-eight Northern Bear Knights rushed into battle on their heels, Rod Lawn, the banners of Blackhammer Castle fluttering in the cold wind. The white banner was stained with the color of blood. 3800

The undead are roaring, the warriors are roaring, and the world before them is blood-red. Everywhere there were severed limbs and dead warrior corpses, and everywhere the eye could see, there were undead spirits...... Countless undead......

Rhodes roared, and the white bear Ursok charged angrily, smashing through layers of undead, his blood-red eyes full of only killing and revenge. The sons of Ersun, the bear knights, led by their leader, sprinted all the way, like a blood-red sword, and fought a passage through the tide of undead corpses. Arrive at the Bandagh Palace.

"For the King of the North!"

The knights shouted, and the war bears roared, tearing apart the zombies and ghouls around them...... Blood poured down the bear riders, down their armor and on the soles of their feet.

Sibes smashed the skull of the approaching ghoul, black blood splattered from the shattered skull, and Virgil held the sword in his hand, stabbed the blade into the body of a zombie, and then stepped on the fallen corpse, pulling the knight's sword out. More and more knights fell, falling on the way to the charge. At the end of the Tsar's Boulevard, the gates of the Imperial Palace were already open, however, this distance of 100 meters became a nightmare for the Bear Knights. They have undergone the most brutal survival training in the cold and snowy fields, and have undergone countless tests of swords, ice and fire on the battlefield full of flesh and blood, but at this moment, they still cannot completely crush the undead. Because the number of enemies is tens, hundreds of times more than theirs......

Rhodes roared, and the tomahawk slashed through the air with one terrible bolt of lightning, shattering all the undead creatures that came close to them...... Fifty meters, twenty meters, ten meters...... Finally, the King of the North rushed to the palace gate with the remaining half of the bear knights.

What unfolded in front of Rhodes was an incomparably gorgeous palace. I had been here many years ago, when it was still the world of the living, but now, it is full of death and decay.

"Brothers, follow me and rush in! for Kislev!"

At the gate of the Bandagarh Palace, Rhodes raised his arms and yelled. Led the way into the palace.

The lightning bolt encircled him, and infinite power rampaged through his body, sending a skeleton guard flying with one punch and splitting a grave guard with another axe. This monster that once threatened its life in the crypt was now destroyed in an instant under the wrath of the bear god.

With countless broken bones and internal organs on the soles of his feet and a blood-red ceiling above his head, the King's Avenue leading to the Ice and Snow Winter Palace is also a road of death made of blood and bones.

After hacking the last of the Black Knights, finally, the Ice Gate opened in front of everyone.

A little blue light was transmitted from the main hall of the Ice and Snow Winter Palace, and even if it was just a glow, it made people feel cold and piercing.

With wounds all over his body, Rhodes panted and walked into the Ice Queen's hall.

Beneath the dome, a beam of white light shone in, illuminating the circular floor in the center of the hall. And behind this white light is the Ice Queen sitting on the throne of Kislev, Katerina.

"Our great warriors are coming. Moreover, a group of people were brought with them...... Rod, did you let them die?"

After the white light, on the throne, there was the playful laughter of Queen Katarina.

In stark contrast to the immaculate queen are the bloodied knights of the North. Each of them was scarred, the weapons in their hands were stained with the blood of the enemy, and the armor was stained red with their own blood and the blood of the enemy. Caterina could feel the temperature of the cold hall, the breath of life, the sound of a heartbeat, the perfect rhythm, the ups and downs, the perfect prey......