Chapter 211. Rendezvous – BREAKERS
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Chapter 211. Rendezvous
A little over a day has passed.
Each of the groups moved to the same place. Small skirmishes occurred at times, but still they continued to adhere to the chosen course.
And then the time came.
There was no more way back…
***
Looking at the castle, the 1st Prince Baikal Ragnaros took a deep breath. The fierce cold, which was a feature of the northern lands, threatened to freeze them alive, but the strong bodies of the draconians managed to fully adapt to it.
The lungs of Lake Baikal have also adapted to the cold. In his eyes, which Anastasia loved so much, warmth and kindness shone.
A hundred dragon knights stood by him. They were dressed in black cloaks and had been serving Baikal for over ten years, and therefore they breathed and thought as one creature.
Baikal has heard little about Archilich Schutenberg. However, the prince knew that Schutenberg was a formidable foe, once nicknamed “Half-King,” and a powerful lich that lived before the era of opposition.
However, Baikal considered that this was quite enough. It was just another enemy that needed to be destroyed. Due to the soft temperament of Lake Baikal, it was difficult to read the desire to kill someone in his eyes, but one should also not forget that the blood of the king of Zanskal, the famous ruler of the dragon race, flowed in his veins.
Through a raging blizzard one could see an endless snow field, at the end of which a huge ice castle towered. Although no one told him that this was the castle of Archilich Shutenberg, Baikal understood it intuitively.
The prince’s cloak fluttered in the wind. Without looking back, he drew his sword. And then there was a loud roar, announcing the beginning of the battle and overlapping even the whistle of the blizzard.
One hundred Draconians, activating the Dragon Style, rushed forward, splashing out their Aura like a flame.
Then it was Schutenberg’s turn. A blizzard fell on the rushing warriors, trying to bury the draconians under the thickness of the snow. With each gust of wind, the snow cover changed, making it difficult to move forward.
Sectum shuddered as he looked at Schutenberg Castle.
The greatest necromancer of the continent, Archilich Shutenberg. It was he who made the Sectum undead.
– Shutenberg, I’m back! – Sectum raised his fist, and thousands of the living dead prepared for battle. They were all undead, which he raised from the bodies of soldiers and monsters who died outside the border line.
Sectum then gave the order, and the undead rushed to the castle. At the same moment, the snowfield began to move. Tens of thousands of dead people rose from under the cover of snow.
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So far, everything has gone exactly as they expected. Their group knew Schutenberg would throw something like this. However, Sectum saw something else in this magic. It was not only about tens of thousands of the living dead. The snow cover was not changed by the strong wind at all. The snow was moving. He was alive. And the undead lurking in it numbered hundreds of thousands…
A huge number of the dead rushed forward like a giant tsunami.
***
The War Knight ran forward, and the woman in red hugged him from behind.
The flames of war were rising. And no one could stop him.
War thought about Conquest. She remembered the face of the woman in white, whom she loved and hated at the same time, and a smile appeared on her face.
***
Baikal was not afraid of what he saw.
The Schutenberg undead tsunami looked impressive, but the prince didn’t panic and continued to look at the entire battlefield.
Meanwhile, Sectum swallowed his cry and remembered why the last time he chose to run from Schutenberg, rather than fight him.
Thousands of Sectum’s dead clashed with hundreds of thousands of Schutenberg’s dead. When an unstoppable wave of Archilich’s undead swept away the pitiful army of Sectum on its way, the draconids rushed to meet them, led by Baikal.
Quantum spewed her icy breath, and her large wings simply blew away the undead. At the same time, Zephyr’s mages chanted the words of hundreds of battle spells.
It was an amazing sight. Hundreds of thousands of the dead were destroyed in an instant. Powerful magic poured from the sky, destroying and incinerating undead. The dead were destroyed in just a few seconds. Perhaps the number of Archilich’s troops was higher, but the army of Lake Baikal was much more powerful.
However, Sectum’s face still showed despair. Looking at the magic circle describing the entire snow-covered battlefield and beginning to shine, the necromancer even forgot why he was here.
There was no spell, no sound. The slain and destroyed undead simply rose up again. The broken bones of the skeletons have grown together, and the ghouls have received new bodies.
– This cannot be, – muttered Baikal, looking at the strange light that covered the entire battlefield. He didn’t know for sure what was happening, but he couldn’t deny his feelings either. The prince already understood everything.
The Tsunami moved forward in a second wave, and the Demon King’s army swallowed hard.
***
The Death Knight took a step forward and raised a sword created 1,000 years ago. Donning his bluish-black armor, he thought of only one death.
***
The attack of hundreds of thousands of the dead was like a giant and indestructible wave. It seemed that nothing could stop her, and soon this tsunami will deprive the future of everyone who stands in front of him.
The warriors simply could not think otherwise. Compared to this huge tsunami, they were too small and insignificant.
The undead continued to fly forward. The dead trampled on each other, but all the dead bodies came to life again and continued to give impetus to this tsunami.
Even the dragon-warriors of Lake Baikal, who had considerable combat experience, felt fear.
However, among them there was one person who did not experience a drop of fear.
He stood in front of everyone, holding on to the hilt of his blade, as if about to greet the advancing undead.
As soon as the tsunami struck, he immediately drew his sword.
Sword of Duke Ishgard…
He cut the tsunami.
***
The battlefield was like an island in the middle of an endless snowy field. And the sharpness of Ishgard’s sword was enough to cut the very time and space on this island. However, the catastrophe that was supposed to destroy heaven and earth did not happen.
Only the whistle of a sharp sword was heard. The undead running forward collapsed, and the terrible tsunami stopped. The dead were hacked.
The Duke’s sword grabbed the sword more comfortably and, before the undead rose again, struck another blow. This time the attack went much deeper, tearing the dead behind them to shreds.
However, the undead rebelled over and over again, and such attacks would never end. So, the Duke’s Sword was about to break through and destroy the core of the magic circle, providing an endless revival of the undead.
Baikal understood the plan of the Duke’s Sword, and his dragonids rushed forward, trying to clear the way for Ishgard. Sectum nevertheless came to his senses and summoned a new portion of the undead, while 100 magicians and 200 Zephyr knights formed an impregnable fortress on the battlefield. Dark Saint Altesia began to pray to her deity, invoking his great powers.
Zephyr watched the unfolding battle from the back of the Quanta, who attacked the undead. For the first time since entering the battlefield, he shouted something to the Duke’s Sword.
Ishgard heard his cry and with a glance confirmed that he understood what the 2nd Prince was talking about. Another man stood in the midst of the undead. He was sitting on a giant black horse, and in his hand was a huge sword.
The Duke’s sword hastily changed its direction of attack and slashed with the sword not in a straight line, but slightly to the right. The energy of this blow swept away all the undead that stood in her path, but she could not harm the black horse. The man sitting on it blocked the attack of the Duke’s Sword.
Baikal first saw this man on a black horse. However, he immediately realized who it was, and shouted shrilly:
– The Winter King!
It was the king of the northern barbarians…
The creature, because of which the captains were forced to stay at the Aegis Gate almost all the time!
Blue energy poured from his body, clad in black armor.
The Duke’s sword spun around and attacked the Winter King.
***
The strength of Archilich Schutenberg exceeded all expectations. Moreover, no one expected to meet the Winter King himself here.
Schutenberg’s magic circle was still supported. Baikal and its 100 Draconians tried desperately to break through the undead, but it was far from easy. The skirmish between Ishgard and the Winter King resulted in the entire surrounding region being reduced to ashes, and no one dared to interfere in their fight.
“Why?”, the Duke’s Sword wondered, fighting the Winter King.
The Winter King attacked while riding his huge horse. Each of his blows was truly powerful and heavy. The Winter King was not comparable to the Demon King, but he was still strong enough to slay any of the Demon King’s Palace captains.
Ishgard never thought that Archilich Schutenberg would ally with the Winter King. But if they were on the same side, then why only Schutenberg attacked the Sanctuary? Why didn’t the Winter King appear on the Sacred Land?
It was hard to imagine that Schutenberg and the Winter King would have found any common ground.
The auras of the Sword of the Duke and the Winter King, released towards each other, exploded, pouring destructive energy around everything. Hundreds of the dead instantly turned to powder.
The Winter King was enveloped in blue energy, but it wasn’t just an Aura. It was a force that the Duke’s Sword had already encountered in Stormwind Keep.
Death Knight…
No, the Winter King was not a Death Knight. He was definitely one notch down.
Doo-dumm!
The eardrums in their ears shook from the terrible roar. At the same time, Altesia’s prayer was finally completed. The saint, covered in beads of sweat, shouted in a ringing voice:
– Dispersion!
Her voice swept across the battlefield. This magic was a real miracle granted by Erebos, the God of Darkness.
Black power, which was the complete opposite of the youth and energy of Altesia, threateningly reached for the sky. She took their false lives from the undead and granted them true death. Tens of thousands of the risen dead instantly returned to the ground. The dark power of Erebos temporarily affected the magic circle of Schutenberg. The undead, flying across the sky, fell to the ground, unable to rise again.
Altesia hit most of the sky, not ground, as she wanted to create a gap. And so, leaning on her long staff, Altesia stared into the sky. There, in the height, Quantum rushed to the center of the circle. However, the magic symbol was several kilometers in diameter, and it was not easy to get to it even on horseback.
Quantum unleashed a new wave of cold on the ground. The undead, supported by the power of the magic circle, froze in place. Meanwhile, Zephyr has prepared a powerful spell. Even with the 2nd Prince’s incredible talents, he could not eliminate the magic of Schutenberg himself with just one blow. Thus, the best way out of the situation was to destroy its key functions, preventing further resurrection of the undead.
Zephyr spoke quickly the words of the spell. Meanwhile, Quantum has almost reached the center of the circle. However, at the same moment, a huge hand emerged from the ground. Created from tens of thousands of dead, a giant hand grabbed Quantum by the neck, and a whole horde of undead ran onto the dragon’s back.
Quantum wriggled and kicked, but could not free herself from the giant hand.
Altesia was busy reading a new prayer.
Seeing that the dragon was captured, Zephyr gave an order, and Quanta turned into a Gandharva.
The 2nd Prince found himself in the air, but kept afloat using Telekinesis.
Quantum, on the contrary, landed on the ground and again took the form of a giant ice dragon, waving its tail and using the magical power of its body to destroy everything that came into its sight.
Zephyr made another attack, but he was still at some distance from the center of the magic circle.
Wow-wow-wow!
Suddenly, thousands of bats appeared in front of Zephyr. They were undead vampires that they had not yet encountered in the north. These monsters could be attributed to the ancient race of vampires who were able to take the form of bats and use powerful magic.
In the blink of an eye, flashes of light, lightning, ice fragments and gusts of wind flew towards Zephyr.
And then Zephyr saw someone in the very center of the magic circle. Like Yosarina, this was another subordinate of Schutenberg. Her name was Cabellina, Empress of Frost.
She had silver hair, white skin and blue eyes, staring at Zephyr at this moment. It took the 2nd Prince a split second to make a decision.
He unleashed a previously prepared spell straight towards the magic and vampires flying at him.
A real storm has broken out, and the magic of the vampires has been swept away. Having received a powerful energy blow, the vampires were no longer able to maintain the shape of bats and fell to the ground.
Even the undead have suffered. All the dead within a hundred meters of Zephyr collapsed to the ground. Due to the mighty magical storm, even Schutenberg’s spell could not resurrect the fallen dead.
However, Cabellina only laughed out loud. She knew that such a powerful magic could not be repeated again and ordered the undead to kill their opponent.
In addition to herself, the center of the magic circle was guarded by many older undead, including death knights, who immediately raised their swords.
Zephyr exhaled and straightened. The magical storm disappeared and a new wave of undead began to appear, but the prince did not lose his composure.
Instead of looking at Cabellina, Zephyr glanced elsewhere.
The Duke’s sword that fought against the Winter King also froze for a moment and smiled.
Something was rushing from the south with the speed of a squall wind. No, this something was much faster than the wind. Without realizing it, Altesia stopped reading the prayer and looked in the same direction as Zephyr. Sectum and Quantum did the same.
– Saint is the best battery! – there was a strange cry, followed by a battle cry of an orc running ahead, behind which a large white banner instantly appeared.
The forward white mass has accelerated. Without slowing down for a moment, she pierced the undead army in the literal sense of the word.
And then in front of this armada there was the sound of the flapping of hundreds of wings.
Wow-wush-wush!
The battlefield was covered with dark blue smoke, and the undead that fell under it were instantly exterminated by sharp black blades.
When the dark blue smoke cleared, two people appeared at the edge of it. One of them was a warrior holding a mighty sword, while the other was clenching his fist and looking at Zephyr.
Zephyr stared at Shutra…
Then Ingun turned away and, together with Locke, looked at the center of the magic circle.
– Spiritualism.
This was the 9th Prince. God Gandharvas.
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Author: Chwiryong, 취룡
Translation: Artificial_Intelligence
