Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Galian seemed to understand why the vague mission instruction of "adjust according to the following situation" had appeared.

That was not a perfunctory response, nor was it hesitation in command; rather, it was a way of leaving room for the unknown.

Without this striking natural dock formed by massive, shimmering slabs of boulders, the entire landing process would have been entirely different. He was quite certain that, according to the conventional plan, the first group to disembark should have been the Sea Guards, not the Lizardmen.

Having traveled and interacted with the lizardmen for some time, he was well aware that lizardman society was composed of many distinct creatures, with a complex and clearly stratified structure. Unlike elven society, both Asur and Duruchi were essentially extensions of the same race.

He also knew that, compared to the spirit lizards that could swim freely in the water and even lurk, the lizardmen were not amphibians in the true sense.

Therefore, a standard amphibious landing should be initiated by the Haiwei, who are skilled in naval warfare and adapted to complex terrain, to quickly occupy and consolidate the beachhead and establish a defensive line. Subsequently, the Lizardmen legion, which is more adept at frontal land warfare and formation advances, will gradually land under safe conditions.

However, what he didn't know was...

Although lizardmen are not amphibians, their unique and resilient physiological structure allows them to move quite freely in shallow water environments. They can even lie in wait for a long time, partially submerged in the water, holding their breath and waiting for the best opportunity to launch a surprise attack.

Of course, this only applies to shallow water areas.

Any deeper and it won't work.

However, in any case, a conventional beach landing is not an insurmountable obstacle for them; it is merely a matter of cost and efficiency.

Whether he knew it or not, it didn't stop Galian from taking action immediately after the order was given.

As the temple guards began to silently and rapidly assemble on the spacious, empty deck of the dragon ship "Aetheron," the sea guards moved in sync. The gun crews responsible for operating the eagle claw ballistae quickly took their positions, checked the mechanisms, tightened the strings, and steadily aimed the muzzles at the open beach and the edge of the jungle.

Although it appears to be completely empty.

Other guards worked in perfect harmony, operating winches and pulleys to lower the heavy wooden planks little by little. The rough wood rubbed against the metal pulleys, producing a deep sound, as they prepared to place the planks between the dragon boat's gunwale and the gleaming stone dock.

Although it was a collaboration between an elf and a lizardman, their movements were fluid and restrained, with precise transitions, as if they had practiced countless times.

As the heavy planks slammed firmly onto the edge of the dock, the assembled temple guards also completed their formation and arrived at the ship's exit.

Next, the temple guards demonstrated their chilling tactical prowess.

Instead of rushing down in a single charge, they adopted a classic and effective two-person column assault tactic.

Like two torrents of iron, they rushed swiftly and orderly down the deck of the dragon boat and onto the dock. A giant shield stood before them, its surface slightly tilted, and long halberds were raised but not overly ostentatiously; all their movements were kept poised to erupt at any moment.

Although the beach was completely empty, with no trace of enemies, the scene instead conveyed a chilling sense of "hunting enemies in the void."

But this is precisely the style of the top-tier armies: regardless of whether they can see the enemy or not, they must assume they are on the most dangerous battlefield.

Galian took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slightly with it. He gripped his spear and shield tightly, then followed his group off the ship.

Since the temple guards have taken on the most dangerous front-line assault and capture missions, the sea guards' job is to provide them with solid and reliable flank cover, as well as long-range fire support that can be unleashed at any time.

His gaze swept quickly around him. Along with him, the sea guards from five other falcon ships disembarked and quickly set sail from the strange dock.

Among the crowd, he spotted Eldrasil, holding a staff and looking solemn.

As a storm weaver, the opponent did not rush to cast spells, but stood quietly behind the lines, sensing changes in wind direction, humidity, and magical pulse. When needed, they would provide crucial, game-changing magical support to the entire beachhead.

Immediately afterwards, a heavy and rapid tremor came from the wide deck of the "Atheron".

That wasn't footsteps; it was something much larger and more dangerous approaching.

Then, Renn's old friend—the Lizard Prophet Yakadan—appeared on the deck like an arrow, riding his famous Pale Death, heading straight for the dock. The giant beast's powerful hind legs pushed off the edge of the deck, the planks groaning under the strain, and then, carrying the prophet on its back, it drew a powerful arc.

The next instant, the pale death god landed steadily on the solid stone slab of the dock.

Almost without pause, a hybrid front quickly took shape.

The four Temple Guards, a hundred-man squad, which served as a solid front line shield and the spearhead of the assault, along with the four Sea Guards, a hundred-man squad responsible for flank protection, long-range strikes, and counter-attacks, deployed methodically on the open beach.

The formation is tight, the troop types are well-matched, and the firepower and defense cover each other.

This newly established beachhead is already capable of responding to sudden large-scale attacks.

The vibrations on the deck of the "Atheron" did not stop.

The next wave to disembark was the highly mobile Velociraptor battle group led by Inshi-Huz.

These elite lizard riders, harnessing swift and ferocious velociraptors, surged down the deck like a stream suddenly released from its slumber. The sound of their claws stomping on the ground was dense and heavy, carrying a primal and dangerous rhythm.

Instead of remaining within the front lines, they skillfully circled around to the rear and flanks of the beachhead, quickly spreading out to take on the responsibilities of reconnaissance, vigilance, and rapid counterattack, creating an invisible yet deadly perimeter for the entire position.

Next up is the appearance of the 'heavyweight'.

This "heavyweight" refers both to its status and its undeniably large, physically imposing size.

Accompanied by heavy footsteps that made the entire dragon ship tremble slightly, five armored ankylosaurs, clad in metal armor, slowly appeared on the deck of the Etherion, guided by the spirit lizard.

They are like five small, moving fortresses, each step they take carrying a reassuring sense of solid strength.

On the broad backs of four of the ankylosaurs are fixed complex, energy-shimmering solar engines, their metallic structures and runes refracting a cold, hard light. The fifth ankylosaur carries a resurrection crystal that emits a soft, mysterious glow, its light stable and constant, as if silently promising continued vitality.

The emergence of these war behemoths marked a qualitative change in the beachhead positions.

It is no longer just a defensive outpost, but has been transformed into a forward base with strong offensive capabilities and sustained combat potential.

The ankylosaurs slowly and resolutely walked down the deck of the dragon boat, their heavy steps causing the stone slabs of the dock to tremble. Finally, they took their positions one by one at the rear of the formation, like five anchors deeply driven into the ground.

Galian stood in the queue, his feet firmly planted on the ground where stone slabs and sand intertwined, clearly feeling the steady pulse of the Ankylosaurus emanating from beneath his feet.

The tremors were not rapid, but rather regular and deep, like the earth itself breathing.

His gaze passed over the front of the procession, landing on the silent, mountain-like backs of the temple guards, and then, following the direction they pointed, it drifted further into the unknown jungle that exuded an ancient and primal aura.

The shadows intertwined in the woods, as if something had been waiting there all along.

The initial vague and general instructions have now transformed into a clear, tangible, and solid military reality.

Regardless of what hostility or miracles this land may ultimately show them, at least in the first phase, they have successfully completed a textbook-perfect, cross-racial coordinated landing and deployment operation, “as the situation warrants.”

However, this is far from over.

Three ancient Triceratops carrying combat platforms stepped onto the deck, each step causing the ship to tremble slightly.

On one of the combat platforms, the God Engine roared continuously, its low-frequency energy vibrations spreading through the air; the other was equipped with two Reaper Ballistae, their black barrels featuring cold, hard lines, with a glint of light dancing between their metallic edges.

The platform of the last one was almost eerily empty. Apart from the heavy wooden deck and the firmly secured cables, there was nothing else, as if it were reserved specifically for some yet-to-be-manifested being.

Riding atop the Dilophosaurus, Renn's body rose and fell slightly with his mount's breath, his hand gripping the Jaguar Banner tightly. The banner's fabric hung low, yet it exuded a sharp, poised aura.

Behind him was a squad of Blazing Shadow Hunters riding Velociraptors, their figures silent and tense.

Beside him, Delamaril stood calmly and composed on the deck; on the other side, Imralion also rode a Velociraptor. The three of them stood motionless like statues, but their gazes were fixed on the towering, enclosed tower at the stern, past the slowly approaching, bald Triceratops.

Just then, the distinguished guest appeared.

The second-generation Sran Warlock, Lord Huni Aitanqui, riding atop his palanquin, slowly emerged from the shadows atop the tower. He did not emerge, but rather seemed to be detached from the shadow itself.

He hovered in mid-air, the carriage beneath him emitting a soft, ethereal green glow, like a solitary island floating out of an ancient dream. The carriage smoothly swept over the deck without stirring up any air currents, finally descending silently and coming to a precise and graceful stop in the center of the ancient Triceratops's bare combat platform.

Lord Whini Aitanquie slowly opened his eyes.

Those were eyes that seemed to hold the swirling nebulae and the dust of time, so deep that one dared not look directly into them. He did not speak, but his deep, strangely resonant words echoed directly in the depths of the consciousness of everyone present.

"The veil of time has been lifted a corner here... What we seek and what we are about to face have begun to intersect."

As Raine raised the battle flag slightly, he felt a chilling yet intense heat coursing through the scales, planks, and metal structure, quietly spreading to everyone's feet.

The lizard priest on the palanquin froze, his narrow pupils contracting slightly, and he let out an almost inaudible gasp, as if trying to confirm whether what he had just heard was real or some kind of hallucination that transcended time and space.

Then, he suddenly came to his senses and quickly picked up the recording tablet. He gripped the bone pen tightly with his sharp claws and swiftly carved the words and phrases, his movements hurried and focused, as if afraid of missing a single syllable.

This team is not very large.

There's no way around it; the dragon boat's carrying capacity is what it is, otherwise we could have crammed in even more.

The fleet made a brief stop in Zetland to resupply and make short preparations before continuing its voyage to its final destination.

Along the way, they passed Dawn Fortress, the familiar and majestic silhouette of Tal Elason gradually appearing on the horizon before being left behind by the fleet. Further on, they passed the Tower of Stars and the Tower of Sunfire, their towering shadows casting long and solemn reflections on the sea.

Although it is not large in scale, its quality is surprisingly high.

In Total War terms, it has lords, heroes, and... in short, everything you could want.

Soon, this limited force, which had almost compressed its elite troops to the limit, gathered on the beach.

then……

There's no after that.

The elves and lizardmen seemed to freeze at the same time, neither advancing into the depths of the rainforest nor setting up camp. They simply stood still, maintaining their perfect formation, letting the sea breeze caress their armor and scales.

Time stretched on endlessly in this stalemate, and the elves, who had been standing still for so long, even began to have a ridiculous doubt—was something wrong?

But this wait did not last long.

About half an hour later, unusual activity was finally heard from the depths of the jungle ahead.

The first sound was the soft rustling of branches being parted, then the sound gradually became a continuous murmur, coming from afar; then, a deep and rhythmic vibration came faintly through the ground, like the marching steps of some large creature.

Large numbers of lizardmen emerged from the jungle.

They didn't emerge haphazardly, but rather unfolded slowly in a disciplined, almost deliberate formation. The lizardman warriors, wielding heavy stone shields and bronze weapons, moved in unison, their bodies undulating like a moving wall. Their scales gleamed a damp, dark green in the sunlight filtering through the trees, carrying the chill unique to the jungle.

The most eye-catching was the lizardman ancient blood warrior at the very front of the formation.

He was tall and muscular, his muscles clearly defined beneath his armor. The heavy, ancient bronze armor, dyed green, contrasted sharply with his whitened scales and fiery red eyes. He wielded a massive bronze mace, and on his back...

"Nipon?"

The well-informed Delamar spoke almost instinctively, his tone filled with astonishment and even a hint of undisguised disbelief.

Behind the ancient warrior was a flag in the Nepton style, with a green background and a clear and neat white grid emblem in the center.

This feeling was too strange for him.

Nepon Lizard Warrior?

He then turned to look at Ryan, who was also somewhat bewildered, his eyes full of inquiry and questioning, hoping to get some kind of explanation from Ryan.

However, Renn did not notice his gaze.

Renn just stared blankly at the Nebon lizardman warrior, as if the world had been paused at that moment.

Raine asked himself, having followed Darkus all over the country for so many years, what scene hadn't he seen?

But this one, I've never seen before.

What the hell is this?

How are these words put together?

His understanding was ruthlessly refreshed at this moment.

"Well……"

A deep, rhythmic voice slowly emerged from Master Hui's mouth. Then, Master Hui opened his eyes, his gaze calm and profound, fixed on the Nebon lizardman warrior.

The lizardman warrior stopped abruptly the moment he heard the sound. He stared blankly at Master Hui, his body seemingly drawn by some invisible force. Then, as if connected, he suddenly raised his head and let out a roar.

From that roar, Ryan could clearly discern emotions: excitement, agitation, and a certain restlessness that was almost overflowing.

Then, the lizard warriors launched a charge.

The Sea Guards instinctively looked at their captain, who then quickly looked at Delamar, while Delamar, almost without hesitation, turned his gaze to Raine.

The exchange of glances took only a fleeting moment.

Raine raised his hand, a brief and clear gesture signaling not to attack.

The beachhead wasn't far from the jungle, and the lizardman warrior was incredibly fast, his footsteps making a dull, rapid sound as he rushed to the front line. But in the next instant, he was stopped by Chakas.

No attack.

Only Chakas's deep, menacing roar could be heard.

Only after a brief pause did the lizardman warrior solemnly hand over the bronze spiked club in his hand to Chakas.

Only the temple guards tacitly made way for them.

Then, the sea guards also made way for them.

Under the watchful eyes of all the elves, the lizardman, who had already surrendered his weapon, resumed his run. His movements remained swift, but he showed no intention of attacking. Just as he was about to approach Master Hui, his steps suddenly faltered, and he stumbled forward in an extremely awkward, even comical, manner.

He performed a sliding knee slide.

The sand was suddenly splashed up, the friction sound was harsh and abrupt.

The lizardman warrior slid steadily to his knees amidst the swirling sand and knelt before Master Hui's Triceratops.

"what's the situation?"

Delamal asked in a low voice, his tone filled with barely suppressed confusion.

Unfortunately, Raine didn't know either.

He could only shake his head helplessly, his gaze shifting back and forth between the lizardman warrior and Master Hui, trying to find the answer from any subtle change.

Master Hui didn't speak, but Raine saw him purse his lips.

Then, Master Hui slowly raised his right hand, extended one finger, and pointed into the depths of the jungle.

This time, Renn understood.

This means to advance.

Delamal nodded.

There's nothing to argue about; it was agreed upon from the beginning. The jungle is dangerous and complex for the elves, and the Sea Guard need not enter it unless absolutely necessary. They only need to guard the ships, establish and fortify the beachhead camp, and wait for the lizardmen to return.

This is also why he did not ride the Velociraptor.

But not all the Sea Guards stayed on the ship and the beach; Galian's squad was chosen.

They first received their orders and potions, and then, with the help of the spirit lizards, climbed onto the ancient triceratops' battle platform equipped with the Reaper Ballista. They would then enter the jungle with Imralion and Eldrasil.

As the group transitioned from a defensive stance to a moving stance, Raine rode his Dilophosaurus around once.

However, the information he received made him question his own life.

Whether they were already on the beach or still waiting in the jungle, the number of lizardmen warriors was exceptionally large. He couldn't confirm the exact number, but one thing he was certain of—at least a thousand!
Then, nothing more.

There were no giant beasts.

The Spirit Lizard did not provide long-range firepower or flank support.

Without the spirit lizard, the monitor lizard is out of the question.

This is just a matter of quantity and configuration; the equipment itself can only be described as "inadequate."

Except for the ancient blood warrior who wore bronze armor, almost all the other lizardmen were equipped with bronze weapons, and the craftsmanship looked rather crude. Their shields, without exception, were all made of stone.

a kind……

How does Obian compare to the beauty of the humans of the Sigmar Empire?

When he circled back to the ranks, the troops had completed their transition from defense to march. Subsequently, the lizardmen from the continent of Lustria and the southern jungles, led by the lizardman warriors of the "Dragon Islands without Dragons," officially entered the jungle.

Yes.

The final destination of this fleet of Asur carrying lizardmen was the Dragon Islands.

After half an hour.

A city of temples appeared before Renn. (End of Chapter)