The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 394 The Great Invasion Begins

Eltharion obviously didn't know what Lady of the Mist was thinking at the moment, he was staring at the statue in the temple with that stubborn face at the moment, then lowered his head and muttered:

"My thoughts..."

As the ruler of the Kingdom of Yris, he is actually obliged to lead the elven warriors away from their homeland and go to the Kingdom of Charis in the north to provide support and at the same time respond to the call of the Phoenix Court.

However, it is a pity that now he is not willing to let the warriors of Yris fight against the Norscans in order to aid other kingdoms.

The reason is also very simple:
The once famous Greenskin warlord 'King Belly Gollum' once led an army to destroy the city wall of Tar Yris and killed his father, so that he has not been able to find the whereabouts of his nephew and niece until now.

The reason for this is that the reinforcements from other kingdoms failed to come to support in time, which eventually led to this tragedy!
Since other kingdoms refused to save Iris when he needed help the most, why should he help others now?

What's more, Anson's rebel army is now confronting Bretonnia on the opposite bank of the Kingdom of Iris. Who knows if the other party will come to covertly and land in Ulthuan from the coast of Iris?

In order to ensure the safety of the people, he will not lead the main force to leave Iris rashly!
After making a decision in his mind, there was only one last doubt left in Eltharion's heart:
"Then I would like to ask Ms. Mist, if my army encounters the dark elves under Rohan's command on the battlefield, what should I do?"

After saying this, even Eltharion, who had always been indifferent, couldn't help swallowing, and a look of worry could not help but appear in his eyes.

After all, even though both he and Lohan are followers of Ms. Misty in name, the lineup relationship between the secular world has made them enemies of each other.

Over the years, the dark elves have indeed been doing their best to help the Mist Lady expand her influence, so that many new believers who believe in the Mist Lady have emerged even on Ulthuan.

On the other hand, the Kingdom of Iris, as Ange once said, has been living under the protection of the Misty Lady but has not made much contribution. It seems that it is not as important as the dark elves in terms of effectiveness.

Under such circumstances, he was very worried that Ms. Mist would favor Lohan in the following war between the dark elves and the high elves!

The worries in Eltharion's heart were almost written on his face, so Ms. Misty could see the other's worries at a glance, so she comforted him in a gentle tone:
"You don't need to worry about this matter. Rohan has already promised me that he will not take the initiative to send troops to attack the Kingdom of Iris in this war, so you only need to worry about the threat of chaos."

Speaking of this, Radlia's beautiful eyes, which seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, could not help revealing imperceptible joy and worry, and she began to think about the next war in Ulthuan in her mind.

I am delighted because Rohan has indeed kept his promise. His army has been stranded in Anaheim to help transport logistics supplies, and has no intention of participating in the war on a large scale.

The worry is because the Witch King of Rohan has made up his mind to use the power of Chaos to counterattack Ulthuan, so much so that the seal of the Great Demon of Slaanesh, Na'kari, is already crumbling.

This is not because of how powerful Nakali is. After all, the other party is just a big demon with slightly superior strength, and has even been defeated by the Tai brothers several times.

However, due to its tangled stickiness like a dog's skin plaster, every rebirth of the opponent will set off a bloody storm in Ulthuan!
"TMD, if the riddle god Asuryan can figure out the words in the temple, why should this bloody division war go to this point?"

Thinking of this, Lady Misty couldn't help showing a look of resentment on her face, and under the influence of Rohan, she couldn't help but start to say the most Zuan words in a soft and beautiful voice.

As long as the three elves can unite against Chaos, she and the lesser gods she recruited will not be so tired now!
Thinking about it this way, maybe the Witch King's successful completion of the unification of Ulthuan this time is not a bad thing for the order side and the entire elf race?
——Tayren Locke, Tar Ann Locke

If the elven kingdoms in the east of Ulthuan are still in turmoil due to the invasion of Norsca, then the western kingdoms across the sea from the Naggaroth continent are already in a panic:

"It feels so quiet, and I haven't seen any of Drucci's robbery ships docking on the sea. The difference from a few days ago is really big."

"Yeah, maybe it's because the waves are getting bigger and bigger recently?"

"Well~ these are not important anymore."

"Are you in a really good mood?"

"Of course, the next batch of supply fleet will arrive soon, and everyone will be able to return to Tyranok soon, so I have to cheer!"

"yes……"

On a certain island in the Desolate Sea, several high elf scout sentries were standing leisurely on the sentry tower looking at the surrounding sea, chatting with each other constantly.

The reason why they can be so leisurely is not only because the dark elves' plundering fleet has been far away from the coast recently, but also because the storm is approaching, and it is difficult for ordinary plundering ships to launch a landing attack.

Any raiding fleet that dares to forcefully land in this weather will be slaughtered by Tyranok chariots on the docks along the coast!
Since most of Tyranok's territories are boundless plains, chariots driven by several strong horses can easily tear through the defenses of the dark elves.

Although Tyranok is in danger of being submerged by the ocean all the time due to the Great Separation War, they still follow the ancient tradition of using chariots to fight.

Moreover, according to the observations of the heavenly mages, there will be an unusually strong sea storm in the desolate sea area during this period, and even the greedy Drucci fleet dare not rashly land in this weather.

However, it is a pity that the plundering ships serving as the reconnaissance force have already evacuated from the Desolate Sea. This is like the ebbing tide before the tsunami, it is just accumulating strength for the more violent waves to come:

"Look, a large black shadow suddenly appeared on the other side of the sea. Should we light the beacon?"

At this moment, a high elf sentry in charge of sentry suddenly noticed something strange on the distant sea, so he hurriedly called his companions to be vigilant.

As an energetic but inexperienced recruit, he obviously couldn't tell what those dark shadows in the distance were, so he could only turn to those experienced seniors for help.

Hearing the recruit's shout, a veteran walked out of the sentry tower a little impatiently, and then said in a pretentious tone:

"Relax, maybe it's just a cloud in the sky that happened to shine through the sun. After all, such bad weather is considered to be Drucci...it's the Black Ark!"

However, when he leisurely walked out of the tent, his pupils shrank involuntarily, and finally shouted in a terrified tone:

"It's the main fleet of the Fallen Heart family, go and light the beacon... Asuryan is on top, it's the main fleet of the dark elves!"

stop--

Before he finished speaking, a dazzling purple light suddenly lit up from the black ark, and as a black curtain flashed in front of his eyes, the veteran had already lost consciousness.

On the Black Ark, the sorceress in charge of manipulating the magic fort was contentedly watching the mushroom clouds rising from the distant islands and reefs, obviously enjoying the pleasure of killing others.

Such a violent explosion is obviously more deterrent than the dim beacon fire, and it didn't take long for a warning bell to resound through the weather over the port of Tar Anlok:
ding ding ding-

"The Black Ark fleet is coming, go and open the city's protective barrier!"

"The magic turret is charging, and our sea fleet must slow down the attack speed of those black arks to buy time for the next defensive war!"

"There are still fishing boats hunting outside the port, we can't just abandon them like this!"

……

Facing the sudden attack of the dark elves, the entire Tar Anlok began to mobilize for war like an efficient machine, performing the duties of every elf warrior.

Compared with Anaheim, which has experienced several wars and lacks supplies, Tar Anlok is a genuine city of high elves, so naturally it will not lack preparations for war.

A light blue rune barrier slowly enveloped the entire city, and countless spearmen and archers also began to mount the city wall to prepare for battle, ready to fight the invading dark elves at any time.

On the surface of the sea, more than a dozen large black arks were already ready for battle, and every Drucci soldier looked expectantly at the commander of the Eastern Battlefield——Aisha Leon.

Feeling the eyes of the elves looking at him, Aisha Leon couldn't help but took a deep breath, and then shouted with all his strength:

"In the name of His Majesty the orthodox Phoenix King Malekith, launch an attack on the land that once belonged to him!"

"Druchi!"

Countless dark elves stared at Ulthuan, who was already close at hand, with bloodshot eyes, and even the hands holding the weapons trembled uncontrollably.

Nearly ten thousand years have passed since the first great division war, and the first batch of Nagareth elves who followed His Majesty the Witch King had already been buried deep in the ground as the dust of Naggaroth.

But now, they will follow the legacy of their ancestors, set foot on this completely unfamiliar homeland under the guidance of the same king, and tear down the false king sitting on the Phoenix Throne!

"In the name of the Phoenix King, attack!"

"In the name of the Phoenix King, attack!"

Under the dazzling magical brilliance, the high elves and the dark elves started a grand war like the sun, the moon and the stars. They shouted the same slogan and stabbed their weapons at each other. The only difference may be the Phoenix King in their mouths. Is not orthodox.

———Nagaris, Tar Anlek

If Tyranlock in the south can continue to harass with its strong city defenses and heavily armored chariots, then Nagaris can only face the crushing of His Majesty the Witch King's cavalry:
"With this sharp Kane sword, the high elves are shit!"

"His Majesty the Witch King is watching us, let us rebuild the glory of Tar Anlek, and fight for the orthodox Phoenix King!"

"The blood of Kane is flowing in my body... Blood Sacrifice Kane!"

……

Since the coastal area of ​​Nagareth has long been turned into broken islands and reefs, the Black Ark fleet led by His Majesty the Witch King can easily smash the coastal reefs and land directly on Nagareth.

On the coast, the dark riders who were the first to attack were frantically patting their horses and rushing onto the muddy beach, fighting desperately with the silver-helmed knights of Nagareth who came after hearing the news.

As the saying goes, those who arrive first will be rewarded. His Majesty the Witch King is riding a black dragon in the sky overlooking the battlefield. As long as they perform well, maybe you can get unimaginable rewards!
"Retreat and send the information back to Anlek!"

Although the silver-helmed knights of Nagareth can easily pick them off with their heavy lances and high-quality horses, the number of dark riders obviously far exceeds the silver-helmed knights.

They were originally patrolling troops who came to scout, and a head-on confrontation with the main force led by the Witch King himself was tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg, so they decisively chose to withdraw from the battlefield.

Looking at the soldiers of Durucci who were constantly cheering towards him below, His Majesty the Witch King did not feel any joy like a cold-blooded commander at the moment, but said calmly:

"Such a victory can't fill the emptiness in my heart. Now Tar Anelek is in front of me. Whoever can cut off Aris Anar's head for me will be able to become a fear lord!"

"Long live His Majesty the Witch King, long live His Majesty the Phoenix King!"

"Druchi!"

……

His Majesty the Witch King's magical voice soon spread throughout the battlefield, and countless dark elves began to frantically jump off the deck of the Black Ark, heading towards Tar Anlek under the leadership of their lord.

In their view, the reason why Lord Rohan was able to gain the rule of Anaheim not long ago was entirely because Shadow King Aris was just a coward who was seriously injured and unable to resist.

The mentality of "I can do it if I go" quickly spread in the army, and all the Drucci soldiers couldn't wait to cut off the shadow king's head!
"Hmph, I actually think that Aris, the Shadow King, is a prey that can be manipulated at will. He is really a group of ignorant weaklings who only know how to bully the weak and fear the strong."

Located on the deck of a black ark, Marus Blackblade, whose face was as rosy as an ordinary elf, was looking at the many Drucci rushing to the shore with a mocking smile, and at the same time gently stroking the venom in his crotch.

As Luohan's friend, he knew exactly how strong Luohan was once, let alone after merging with the devil.

I'm afraid even if he fully releases Zakhan's power, he won't be able to compete with Rohan in his prime, right?

Just when Marus looked at the crowd in the distance and was a little dazed, the indifferent voice of His Majesty the Witch King suddenly came from the sky:
"Marus, you are responsible for launching an attack in the direction of Charis according to the original plan. At the same time, remember to take care of Azul who is guarding the Temple of Kane. It may be used in the future."

(End of this chapter)