The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 383 Storm Drake
Just as Rohan and the Dragon Prince were playing cat-and-mouse tricks in the air, the war on the outskirts of Anaheim officially entered a fierce stage:
"Let the fallen ones attack, but don't stop the artillery bombardment, continue to suppress the city of Anaheim!"

Located in the hilly area outside Anaheim, Dario, who had taken over the command due to Rohan's disappearance, looked up at the flashing and thundering sky, and then gave the order to launch a second round of attack.

Although a large city like Anaheim usually required a siege that lasted for several days or even months, Gran City had to end the battle before the other fear lords reacted.

After all, Rohan's goal is to monopolize Anaheim, and he will not allow other lords to come to take a share during this period.

If other fear lords joined the siege of Anaheim, they might take this opportunity to get their hands on Anaheim's cake, which is absolutely impossible for Rohan to allow!

After hearing the order conveyed by Dario, Mars, the captain of the Silver Mist Guard, couldn't help but blinked in confusion, and then asked curiously:

"I can understand the bombardment order, but why don't I remember that there is an army named 'Fallen' in our legion, is it newly formed?"

"Oh, I'm also the god of demons anyway, isn't it normal to have an army of my own?"

A rare smirk appeared under Dario's demon mask, and then he slowly raised his arms under the envious eyes of many Silver Mist fighters, with strange purple rays of light constantly bursting out from his hands:

"Come out, my army!"

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Accompanied by Dario's hoarse crooning, a purple portal that was completely different from Rohan and Ain El Elf began to slowly tear apart the space around the hill, and finally appeared in front of everyone.

After the portal gradually stabilized, dozens of humanoid creatures covered in heavy armor slowly walked out of the portal holding their shields, and then stared blankly at Dario in front of them.

Some Silver Mist veterans who had participated in the battle of Pendor immediately recognized their identities, and couldn't help whispering after looking at these giant demon warriors with exposed blood vessels:
"These disgusting guys... seem to be local demons from the continent of Pendor, right?"

"It feels like they have become more disgusting than before. Hasn't their master thought about tidying up the appearance of these demons?"

"Hush! These demons seem to belong to Governor Dario!"

……

Mars hastily stopped those Silver Mist veterans who were complaining about the ugly appearance of the demons. Although he also felt that these demons were ugly, he did not dare to satirize Dario, who was higher than him, in public.

But unfortunately, these rumors still managed to reach Dario's ears:

"Is it really that ugly?"

Hearing the surrounding warriors complaining about the ugly appearance of the demon warrior he created, Dario, who was about to show his hand in front of Rohan, immediately became a little gloomy.

These fallen fighters are all fighters that he spent a lot of time and energy creating and blessing. With superior strength and no pain, they are simply the most powerful battlefield weapons!
Of course, maybe these demons are indeed somewhat unsatisfactory in appearance...

Looking at these 'ugly' masterpieces in front of him, Dario ignored those Silver Mist fighters who complained about his ugly craftsmanship, but ordered to the demon fighters who kept coming out of the portal:

"Your task is to enter that city and kill all the living things you see, understand?"

Gollum-

The hundreds of demon warriors who came out of the portal did not respond to Dario's order, they just let out a few strange screams from their throats, and then they watched the thick tower shield and battle ax and ran towards Anaheim .

Seeing the backs of these demon warriors gradually going away, Mars couldn't help but came to Dario with a silver-plated halberd and asked curiously:

"May I ask, is your current strength strong enough to create life, and you can actually create demons that can fight?"

"Seriously, you don't think it's easy to create new species?"

Hearing Mars's question, Dario couldn't help but look at the innocent face with strange eyes, and then explained indifferently:

"Of course I don't have the ability to create life, which belongs to the main god, but after all, the casualty rate of my demon subordinates is too high, so it is inevitable that some believers who are seriously injured and dying will pray to me.

Under normal circumstances, I will transform them into fallen people who have lost their human bodies to maintain their lives, but for those soldiers who do not want to believe in me, I can only give them special care from the demon god. "

"Oh I see."

After listening to Dario's introduction, Mars finally realized that these giant demon warriors were all war machines transformed from living people, and he couldn't help showing admiration in his eyes when he looked at the demon warriors.

Since rebirth pills are usually ordered and distributed to elf warriors and human elite soldiers, it is inevitable that there will be some soldiers who cannot be healed in time.

Although Rohan usually arranges generous pensions for disabled and dead soldiers, Dario is obviously unwilling to spend such a huge amount of money.

The army under Rohan's command has surpassed all the fear lords, and if the number of troops stationed in each world is added, it will exceed one million, so there are naturally a large number of casualties.

If you can save this money, you can invest it in other projects that continue to use money!
As the saying goes, there are policies above and countermeasures below, Dario quickly found a solution to the problem:

It is only necessary to transform those soldiers who are about to die in battle into fallen people without earthly desires, and then transform them into powerful demon warriors with weak consciousness. Isn't it possible to not pay pensions?

After all, in name, they are still fighting north and south for Lord Rohan, so their families can receive their salaries from the trial court as usual, instead of a luxurious pension package.

Moreover, the strength of the giant demon fighters is far stronger than that of ordinary human fighters. This deal will definitely not lose money!
———Anaheim, City Wall
"Enemy attack, pay attention to avoid long-range fire!"

"Damn Durucci, they actually didn't stop their long-range attacks when they launched an attack. Don't they care about the casualties of their own troops?"

"Oh no... oh no! It's another damned undead creature, everyone, get ready for battle!"

……

The Azul archers on the city wall were cursing the incendiary bombs falling from the sky while bending their bows and aiming at the demon warriors approaching the city wall below, ready to shoot at any time.

With the winds of magic in the air exhausted, and with the lack of ranged weapons capable of firing at great distances, a nameless fire is suppressed in the heart of nearly every Nagaryth warrior.

They hate passive defense, and even more hate being passive on the head by Drucci!

"Your Excellency Aris, the dark elves must want to use undead creatures to consume Anaheim's arrow reserves, and at the same time use those dwarf artillery to consume our vitality."

In a fortress on the city wall, Teclis in a wheelchair looked seriously at the Shadow King who was bandaging his wounds, and then expressed his opinion:
"Undoubtedly, although only Rohan's army is currently attacking Anaheim, Rohan will never dare to take the initiative to provoke a war. This is a sign that Drucci is about to attack Ulthuan on a large scale!
The Black Ark Fleet of the Fallen Heart family has not completely blocked the sea. Loxia is obviously planning to cooperate with Rohan to force us to leave Anaheim voluntarily. Maybe we can consider withdrawing to the Shadow Continent. "

(Shadow Continent, referring to Broken Nagareth)

"We didn't even have a face-to-face confrontation with the dark elves, and you want us to evacuate Anaheim, what kind of bullshit idea is that?"

"Anaheim is an outpost against the dark elves. I will stay here and continue to fight against the dark elves to buy time for you to leave."

Hearing that Teclis was actually trying to make them run away, several masters of the Shadow Walker Chapter looked at the silent Shadow King one after another, and since they didn't want to, they evacuated Anaheim so easily.

Facing the gazes of the elves, Shadow King Aris just silently lowered his head, and his heart was also wavering.

He also wanted to continue fighting, but Rohan's ability to cast undead magic without relying on the wind of magic was too heaven-defying, and even he had nothing to do about it.

The war has lasted for almost a day, but the high elves have nothing to gain except for the bones of the ground, and the melee infantry doesn't even have a chance to contact the dark elves!

On the other hand, Anaheim itself has lost hundreds of spearmen and half of its eagle claw ballistas, and countless archers and militiamen have died tragically from incendiary bombs.

The reason is that Anaheim's lack of information about Rohan's army is too fatal!

The superb bow skills of the Nagareth warriors can be said to be well-known rumors around the world, so Dario is obviously not going to let the Silver Mist warriors who are Rohan's trump cards brave the rain of arrows to launch an attack.

Thanks to the all-out war that happened a few years ago, Daario is well aware of Anaheim's situation, which is the lack of sufficient armor-piercing weapons.

(Shadow warriors and shadow walkers are indeed strong, but armor penetration is also really low, and long-range armor penetration can only rely on ballistas)

Although the demon warriors in golden armor can't cause too many casualties to the high elves in Anaheim, they can definitely consume the only resources of Asur archers and eagle claw ballistas!
"There is no time to hesitate, Your Excellency Aris, are you really still fantasizing about Keith Les, the arrogant God Chosen who can defeat Lady of the Mist?"

Seeing that the Shadow King's face was full of hesitation, Teclis couldn't help revealing a majesty that was not inferior to the Shadow King in his expression and behavior. Then he pushed the wheelchair and looked at the Shadow King and said seriously:
"What we are doing now is not a shameful retreat, but a glorious tactical turn, for a greater victory!"

"Greater victories..."

Hearing Teclis' encouraging voice, the Shadow King silently waved his hand to stop the doctor who was bandaging himself, and then listened with a complicated expression to the fierce shouts of killing and the sound of bows and arrows shooting from outside the fortress.

Anaheim, a city that has been growing under his leadership thousands of years ago, is not only a strategically important fortress, but also a symbol of his challenge to the Witch King.

Abandoning this city is tantamount to giving up one's past glory!

Thinking of this, the Shadow King couldn't help reaching out and touching his seriously injured abdomen, feeling that the evil unknown magic was tearing his body apart, he couldn't help but muttered mockingly:

"Glory...hehe, what glory do I have now?"

roar-

Just when the Shadow King was about to give the order to evacuate Anaheim, a painful dragon howl resounded through the sky suddenly, causing the elves in the fortress to run outside.

In their view, the battle in the sky was undoubtedly over, and this heart-piercing dragon roar undoubtedly symbolized the defeat of that egomaniac Kesiles.

"Asuryan is on top!"

However, when they came to the city wall and looked into the sky, they realized that the situation was far more serious than they had imagined:

I saw a purple four-legged young dragon hugging the silver moon dragon's neck and biting it constantly, and at the same time ejected magic lightning that could penetrate the dragon's scales from its mouth, constantly devouring the silver moon dragon's flesh and blood!
Although the Silver Moon Dragon was much stronger than the purple young dragon in terms of size, the young dragon nimbly avoided every attack it made, and then bit its neck even more ferociously.

"This... is simply a work of art, I have never seen a purple dragon before!"

Looking at the young dragon in the sky that can actually spew out magic lightning from its mouth, Teclis couldn't help but a scholar's amazement flashed in his eyes, obviously he was very interested in this young dragon.

On the contrary, the Shadow King, who has lived in Naggaroth all year round, recognized the identity of this purple dragon at a glance. A look of horror appeared on his face, and then hurriedly raised the Moon Bow in his hand and roared:
"It's the F.M.D. Storm Dragon baby dragon. How could the cruel and ruthless Drucci get the approval of the Storm Dragon? This is even more outrageous than that idiot Keithles can get the approval of the Silver Moon Dragon!"

"Storm Dragon?"

"A terrifying dragon that lives in Naggaroth and the mountains of Chaos. Suspicious and free-spirited, even the Twilight Sisters of the Witchwood were battered a few years ago by a rabid storm dragon."

The Shadow King simply responded to Teclis' curious inquiry, and then fixed his eyes on the trembling Erlong in the sky and Rohan who was holding the corpse of Keithles.

He knows that the current situation is not as simple as whether they want to leave, but whether the other party will let them leave!
In the sky, Luohan casually strangled Keithles, who was still struggling, to death, and then slowly looked at this beautiful coastal city, breathing in the fresh sea breeze and said with a smile:
"What a beautiful city, Anaheim, you are my promised land!"

(End of this chapter)