Chapter 1019 Shadow Blade
Tyrion, who belongs to the Hargansikain sect, has no bodyguards, but from another perspective, all the Druchi who believe in the Bloody Hand God are his bodyguards.
This sound, accompanied by a spurt of blood, completely ignited the blood lust in the dark elf's heart.
With the number of people killed in battle not yet satisfying Kane's blessing, circles of purple light spread toward the battlefield with Tyrion as the center.
Drucci, who is extremely specialized in killing, understood that Kane was angry...
Tyrion, whose internal organs were bleeding after being punched by Agrim, had a strange smile on his handsome face. He held the Butcher King's wrist with one hand and murmured in a tone of voice.
"The sons of Grimnir...will also submit to me."
The contempt for the ancestral gods did not arouse Agrim's anger. He believed that he was powerful enough to aspire to the pinnacle of humanoid creatures. Even giants could not gain the benefits of the Butcher King in hand-to-hand combat.
But Tyrion's hand was like an iron pliers, no matter how hard he pulled it out, it wouldn't budge.
In a crisis situation, Agrim's response was also extremely quick. The Ax of Dagor stared closely at the Divine Sword of Kane. As long as this sword, which is regarded as taboo by the elves, loses its function, he can still hold Tyrion back for a long time. long time.
But a dagger was quicker than the Butcher King's reaction. At some point, a masked assassin with scarlet eyes had appeared behind Agrim, and with the poisonous blade of the black lotus, he cut through the meteorite chain armor. Pointing directly at the Butcher Queen's chest.
The dagger was extremely fast, and it had already penetrated Agrim's back half a second after the masked assassin appeared. The drastic change only made all the dwarves present stunned.
In the championship duel, they actually played sneak attacks?
Obviously, Kane's incarnation will never show martial virtue. Under the influence of blood, Tyrion's will has been completely suppressed by the God of Murder, and he watched helplessly as a small sharp blade protruded from Agrim's chest.
The first to react were the members of the Dragonbeard clan of Karak Kaderin. If Agrim died here, the direct bloodline of King Balag would be over. The Butcher King family was entangled in the contradiction between oaths and responsibilities. , will also disappear.
The butchers with soaring orange crowns ignored the poisonous blades of the wizard spirit and jumped towards Agrim as if they were desperate for their lives.
The white dwarf also reacted extremely quickly, but although Heliben was far inferior to him in strength, he was like a piece of dog-skin plaster that was difficult to shake off, relying on his dexterity to keep entangled.
Dead end?
No, a rune anvil suddenly rushed out, and the thunderous sound of steel knocking echoed under Krag's hammer of wrath.
The Anvil Guard was extremely fast, his legs moving like the wind, carrying Master Krag directly towards the injured Agrim.
The eldest Rune Master vented his anger mercilessly. Krag, whose beard had turned white, raised the hammer of anger and struck the anvil in front of him fiercely.
The collision of two pieces of the hardest steel, and in his anger, the rune anvil that would never wear out actually glowed faintly red.
Cracks began to appear on the ground beneath Agrim's feet, and boiling lava gushes out in the Rune Master's rage. Its force is no less powerful than a salvo of artillery.
Shadow Blade, the deadliest killer among the Druzi, was the one who stabbed Agrim with the Blade of Kane in the darkness.
The runes of destruction and fury caused by Krag's overclocking of the anvil were unacceptable to the Shadow Blade, but the dwarf runes were like the characteristics of their race, slow and devoid of any threat.
Another dagger stabbed into Agrim's back. Even the strongest dragon would soon have its muscles atrophy and its internal organs dry up and die when faced with Hargansi's most deadly poison.
The assassin looked at Tyrion with awe. The power of Kane was so strong that even if Harganxi held the largest bloody midnight in thousands of years, it would not be able to match the power of this chosen god.
In the blink of an eye, the Shadow Blade disappeared.
The runes of destruction and wrath shrouded Tyrion and Agrim in a crushing posture.
Krag continued to hold the forging hammer high. He needed to release a guardian rune to the Butcher King as quickly as possible. Balaag's bloodline must not be cut off here.
Harganxi Executioners, Oath Butchers, Witch Spirits, Hammer Warriors... a series of elite troops that could be called battlefield meat grinders rushed toward the pillar of fire.
The dwarves adhered to their oath and would never let the king die in the presence of the king, while Druzi longed to watch and bask in the glory of Kane.
The melee unfolded around the two of them. The Blessing of Killing greatly enhanced Druchi's combat power. He unleashed the elf's inner desire for killing without any hesitation. Every sword slash was like a divine aid, hitting the opponent's weakness every time.
But the dwarves are not willing to give in too much. The oath is enough to motivate every dwarf. Agrim longs for death, but as the Lord of Karak Kaderin, he cannot die yet.
The sound of blood and flesh flying and the tearing of steel, the double anger is just like the spread of hatred, which will never end.
When the sworn warriors of the Dragon Beard Clan arrived at Agrim's side as quickly as possible regardless of casualties, there were only a few elites out of the hundreds.
The remaining dozen butchers turned a blind eye to the huge threat emanating from the weapons in Tyrion's hands, and protected Agrim from the front line at the cost of their lives.
Insects are a difficult creature, especially a group of butchers who are not afraid of death. Although Aenarion Dragon Armor is immune to most attacks in the world, it does not mean that Tyrion can ignore these elites. The Butcher's Threat.
He lowered his head and glanced at Agrim's condition. His chest was pierced twice by the Shadow Blade, and his abdomen was severely wounded by the Sword of Kane.
A joking thought emerged from his mind, let the dwarves watch their butcher king die meaninglessly. What could be more wonderful than the despair of the dwarves?
Tyrion shook off Agrim, who was almost unconscious, and pointed the divine sword at the butcher who was seeking death.
Next, the massacre is about to begin...
The Hammer Guards from the Eternal Peak used the fastest method in their lives to lift Agrim, whose life and death were unknown. The Butcher King needed treatment.
His current state makes veterans who have participated in the Great Holy War feel a sense of fear. The former king Erickson was injured by a demon prince's axe, and died helplessly on the Eternal Peak...
Under the cover of several iron-breaking warriors, the white dwarf finally got rid of Heliben. He quickly came to Agrim's side and pressed his rough hands on the injured man's neck.
Breathing is weak, damn the poison and magic!
After cursing angrily in his heart, the white dwarf did not hesitate to tear off the cloak woven by the Mother Goddess herself and cover Agrim.
Taking one last look at the pale son of Balag, the white dwarf clenched his ax and turned around, staring with angry eyes at the murderous Tyrion and the butcher.
Taking a step forward, he lowered his tone and turned to the Hammer Warriors behind him.
"Take him to Caledor's Pointed Ears, they owe Agrim a favor!" (End of Chapter)