Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

Chapter 1103: Druzy is always one step ahead

Hundreds of slaves were towed to the slave ships. Under Loxia's personal supervision, no one dared to take a peek at these precious properties of Nagaryeth. The skin cutting operation that was once used for marking was forced to be cancelled, leaving only iron rings hanging on the chest, indicating that these were the spoils of the evil party blessed by God.

The dark riders who were scouting ahead sent a message that the Duke of Bretonnia's troops were less than an hour away from the coastline. More than a dozen Holy Grail Knights, radiating golden light, were leading the Rangers to sweep away any possible sentinels.

Loxia was not going to waste time testing each other with Liones. It would take some time for the serf troops to reach the coastline, kill the duke, and capture the slaves, both of which required a large-scale frontal battlefield.

"Where's Rockhill?"

The trainer hunched over and walked to the admiral's side. "Lockhill is in good condition. He is unusually excited after eating a human corpse."

Rockhill, a sea dragon carefully bred by the beastmasters of Kalkaronde, was named after the ancestor of the Fallen Heart.

After the death of the black dragon Wavewhirlpool, this sea dragon became the only giant beast that Rockhill could ride, even though Rockhill's stupid IQ made Lord Kraken a little annoyed.

But having and not having are always things of two different dimensions. A sea dragon with some intelligence is always better than a stupid hydra and abyss siren.

"Open the traps, drag the Hydras and Krakens to land, and sacrifice one hundred human slaves to Ajax-Lema."

The trainer and the first mate nodded in agreement, leaving only Loxia staring at the green plains in the distance, feeling a little self-deprecating about the order he had just given.

One hundred slaves... Even during the most difficult times of the God-blessed Evil Party, they had never been so stingy.

Loxia turned around and walked towards the command of the legion sent by Kulan. Most of the elite pirates of the God-blessed Evil Party were lost in the elven civil war, and there were only about a thousand people who went to sea.

He was confident that he could chop off the human head of Duke Leonesse, but how to face the attack of the Holy Grail Knights as the vanguard head-on was something the pirates could not take into account.

After all, Karl Kalond had disappeared long ago, and Lord Kraken no longer had anywhere to look for the fearless Dread Spearmen and Gloomy Swordsmen.

The thin commander of the legion was a black guard holding a halberd. After hearing Loxia's arrangement, he nodded slowly, but put forward an opinion.

"Fifty percent of the captured slaves must be given to us."

Locksia placed his hand vaguely on the hilt of the knife at his waist, and first used words to remind the offending black guard.

"God-blessed villains don't like to share the spoils."

"But you'll get used to it." The Black Guard's halberd remained in the same posture as the Kraken Lord, and the sharp blade seemed to be pointing at Loxia's octopus helmet.

"Four percent."

"Four and a half."

"make a deal."

After completing the transaction, the Black Guard nodded and instructed his men to jump from the Black Ark to the landing ship. Although not as skilled as the pirates, every Druzy was a sailor who drifted on the sea and was far better at fighting in the waves than the Bretonnian Sea Knights.

Two Abyssal Sirens, three War Hydras, forty Cold Lizard Knights, sixty Black Guards, two hundred Dark Riders, seven hundred Ark Pirates, three thousand Dread Spearmen and Dark Swordsmen, and fifteen hundred Black Crossbowmen. This was the fighting force that Loccia could bring out. Compared to the tens of thousands of troops that the Witch King could easily mobilize during the Elven Civil War, it was particularly ridiculous.

The rows of spears were approaching the land in an orderly manner. They wanted to let Bretonnia know that this was not a simple plundering battle. If they didn't show their true strength, the entire Kingdom of Lyonesse would be reduced to a sea of ​​fire under Druzi's blade.

The pitch-black armor covered the bodies and faces of the elven soldiers. In order to hide their past failures, the warriors who had killed under the banner of the Witch King chose to cut off an ear and throw it into the forge together with the helmet, allowing blood and fire to temper their souls together.

Only a pair of dark and dead eyes were revealed under the darkness of the visored helmets. These elves did not do so voluntarily, but Kuran Blackhand did not mind paying some price for failure.

He submitted to Imrik, Malekith died at the hands of his best friend, and the soldiers who led to the Witch King's defeat could not escape blame.

The Ark Pirates are slightly in awe of their compatriots. It is not easy to scare a lunatic, but when self-mutilators gather together, they will inevitably arouse fear.

A simple position was quickly set up under the control of the veteran soldiers who had fought for a hundred years, and dealing with Bretonnia was a simple matter.

Facing the iron hoof charge and protecting both wings, they will engage in a meat fight with the Bretonnian infantry and cavalry.

The key point lies in the casualty tolerance of both sides. Whether the Bretonnian knights will take the lead in opening the battle, or Druzy will eliminate the auxiliary serf infantry first, is the key to the battle.

On a flat coastline with no escape routes, there is no need for too much tactical deduction. Whoever kills faster will win in the end.

At dawn, Locksia exhaled a breath of turbid gas. This battle lacked too much.

The Black Ark magic tower, which was originally designed to cover land battles, lacked sorceresses to maintain it, and the harpy's lair had long been empty, leaving the blessed villains with no means to counter Pegasus and the stables, not to mention the black dragon that had air superiority.

But that's the price of living...

The first mate brought news that the serf army was approaching, roughly speaking there were 30,000 of them, and their equipment was no different from what they had used in previous raids.

Wait for the serfs to approach and let the knights charge under their cover? This is a stupid decision. Only a shorty would think of holding up a shield and waiting for the enemy to attack.

But Druzy is always one step ahead.

A whistle sounded, and the Dread Spearmen and Gloomy Swordsmen, who were ready to go, immediately abandoned their temporary positions that served as smoke bombs and ran as fast as possible towards the Lyonesse Knights a thousand meters away.

The Cold Lizard Knights hid in the darkness of the flanks, staring coldly at the knights' every move in the distance. The price of their lack of mobility was that they would fall into the enemy's rhythm. The too scarce cavalry put them at an inherent disadvantage in the battle.

The huge war hydra roared hoarsely and charged with Druzy with heavy steps. The stupid siren suppressed its hunger for the flesh and blood around it under the whip of the tamer and moved its heavy body to run on the flank.

The fastest man was none other than Lord Kraken, who rode on the sea dragon Rockhill. He sat on the arched back of the sea serpent, allowing all the knights to see the hideous and terrifying giant monster's helmet.

"Loxia, the Fallen Heart..." The Duke immediately became alert after seeing the iconic helmet. Over the past hundred years, Bretonnia has been looted several times by the God-blessed evil party, and each time it has suffered heavy losses.

But it was still a little too late. At a very close distance, the sea dragon Rockhill flexibly twisted its snake-like body to avoid the bombardment of the catapult, opened its huge mouth full of serrated blades, and spewed out a breath of highly corrosive sea water.

(End of this chapter)