Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 209 59. The Lost Victory
(Writing about fighting on both sides,)
Just as the well-known military strategist Newkel predicted by Drucci, the trend of the battle did not develop as he expected, but turned into another ghost, full of ups and downs and reversals.The first confrontation between the Nagol and Hagrid Grave's army did not take place at the Blackwater Ferry he deduced, but in an unknown forest ruin.

Similarly, the Dacius brothers and his subordinates also looked confused, and communicated with each other with their eyes when they heard the news. They felt inexplicable and incomprehensible.

"Although I can't understand it, I was shocked!" Dacius finally concluded.

Things have to start from the morning of this day.

Hagrid Grave's army appeared behind the reverse slope of the ridge at dawn.

Marus sits on the saddle, and he has an obvious advantage at the rear of the formation, that is, he has better vision.

Hagrid Graves' army took advantage of Ferlan's stupidity to good advantage.At night, the soldiers dragged huge boulders out of the ruins and carefully pushed them to the front of the formation to create an impact-resistant obstacle, which would make it more difficult for the Cold One knights and behemoths of the Nagol army to charge.The Dreadspearmen lined up behind the barrier, ready to take on the foe, behind them came an army of Doomed Swordsmen, and further back, an army of Black Sharp Repeaters and Reaper Ballistas.

This is very conventional, very typical dreadlord configuration.

Marus observed a little irritably, he felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong for a while, he suddenly had a strange foreboding, he felt that today would be extraordinarily long.

Just as Marus was thinking, a long horn sounded from the Nagor formation.

"Are you confused?" Nagalia (fourth sister) came to Malus and asked.

"Yes, sister, I feel that this is a well-woven trap, waiting for us to jump into it ourselves!"

"Unless I'm mistaken? Our numbers and giant beasts far outnumber them. They don't have the power to defeat us." Nagalia looked at Hagrid Grave's army to the north with her masked head.

"But they're strong enough to bleed us, and hold us back. It's not the only battle we have to fight, sister. Whatever happens here, we must be able to go on with enough troops to take Hagrid Gor Rafe." Marus said sharply, glaring at Ferlan in the distance, who was riding on Cold One and drinking the fine wine served by his servant.

"That fool has wasted our greatest advantage, speed! And surprise! From now on, the closer we are to Hagrid Grave, the easier it is to fail!"

"Stop saying such stupid things, Malus. Don't say any more! Understand?"

"I...I see" Malus' retort was extinguished like the flame of a candle.He felt that his anger was extinguished the moment it burst out, no matter how hard he tried to maintain it, what seemed wrong?

"Very good! If you're worried about Nagor's army, you'll find a way to pull them out of defeat. I don't have much influence over Fuerlan. The horn has sounded and the battle has begun. Take care of yourself." Nagalia said it calmly, as if Malus were some kind of trained beast.

The troops of the Nagol sounded their horns first, and Harg Grave's horn answered the horns of the Nagl's, and readied for battle.The horns of both sides began to sound one after another, and the tunes were exactly the same.

"Is there no magic to use? Lightning or a terrifying apparition? Or something else?" Malus asked.

"We must reserve strength for a decisive blow. That time is not now!"

"If we don't win here, we may never have another chance!"

"Everything is going according to plan, brother. You will see." Nagalia said with a chuckle, kicked the horse to pull the reins, and cantered in the direction of Fullan.

When Nagalia left, Malus didn't even dare to stare at her back.He gritted his teeth in frustration, he didn't feel right, there seemed to be some kind of magic affecting him, but he quickly turned his attention back to the battle that was already unfolding.

The latest behemoth purchased by the Nagor army did not dispatch, but the Dread Spearman was sent up first. At this time, the Dread Spearman had arrived at the ruins, and the skies above the armies of both sides had been darkened by the trajectory of the arrows. .

Dreadspearmen thrust forward slowly with shields in hand, forming a slow-moving wall of steel amidst a hail of arrows and ballistas.Every moment a soldier falls, or clings to a short shaft of feathers that suddenly grows from a gap in armor, from a neck or thigh, or a column is strung together by ballistas and nailed to the ground like candied haws Howling.

The wounded soldiers staggered and crawled in the ranks. The lucky ones could limp or stumble back to the rear, and the unlucky ones were directly trampled to death by their companions in the army or crawled and died while crawling. There was no sound.

The dread lords in the rear kept roaring and giving orders, ordering the waiting reserve team to fill the gap, ordering the army to move on, and occasionally beheading one or two unlucky ones who were lucky enough to crawl back from the front, as a warning to others.

From Marus' point of view, the initial progress was barely smooth.The losses so far have been minimal, but the closer the enemy lines get, the stronger the enemy's long-range firepower becomes.He found more movement on both sides of the enemy, and it seemed that many cavalry were constantly moving their positions.In his opinion, the opposing knight commander was either indecisive, or trying to make the number of cavalry around the ruins look larger than it actually was.

"Where is the Lord of Dread?" Marus first looked up at the sky, and after finding that there were no mounts such as black dragons or manticores, he began to search the battlefield carefully from the far left of the enemy.If not in the sky, it must be in a place with a wide view to provide a wide view of the battle line.

"The Lord of Fear and his retinue, it can't be someone else!" Marus saw it, right behind the center of the enemy's position.A heavily armed dignitary mounted the Cold One, but he had neither weapon nor shield in his hands.Behind him were five Cold One knights, too few in number to be of much use in the fierce battle.

The Dreadspearmen on both sides had already collided with each other at this moment, and Drucci's characteristic high-pitched shouts and the crackling sound of steel hitting wood came one after another.

The Nagol's Dreadspearmen lined up in four rows, the foremost Dreadspearmen holding their sky piercers to neck height, holding tall shields close to their bodies.The second row carried out stabbing, and the sky piercer raised its head high to aim at the head of the Dreadspearman in the front row of Hagrid Grave, looking for an opportunity to stab the enemy's head.

Hagrid Grave's Dreadspearmen lined up in two rows, allowing the width of the formation to cover more ground.Normally this would make the formation less resilient, but the improvised defensive barriers gave them extra protection, and deploying only two columns ensured that every soldier could participate in the fight.The gloomy swordsmen from behind also pressed up, squatting on the ground and tilting their shields to better protect their bodies. They were waiting for the officer's order.

The sound of blows and the screams of the dying echoed from the ruins, and more and more wounded began to return from the front, and the two sides were constantly attrition.The long-range firepower of Hagrid Grave's army has never been cut off. The sad swordsman who found a gap began to step up and alternate with the Dread Spearmen under the command of the officer, and slashed and killed with the Dread Spearmen of the Nagol army. with.

"What's the price? Where's their Cold One knight?" At this moment, Marus was extremely anxious. He didn't understand why he didn't just send out the giant beast to strike him down, but wasted his life like this.As long as Hagrid Grave's army shows signs of retreating, the Nagol's Cold One knights will rush in to wreak havoc and kill.So far, however, the enemy has gained a firm foothold, and the cavalry has been slow to strike.

The dense forests that lined the road had gathered the Nagor's army into the ruins, and the Dreadspearmen had completely filled the fields in front of the enemy positions.

"Opportunity!" Marus observed for a long time, and finally saw a loophole.The dreadlord is the key, and if it falls, the current resistance may quickly disintegrate.

At this time, the flag on the right wing of the Nagor was retreating, and the ruthless arrows had already cost the thousand-man team a terrible price. According to the uneven numbers, Marus estimated that the thousand-man team had already lost half of them. combat power.The Dreadspearmen retreated in an orderly manner. Facing the enemy's pursuit, they were still fighting with all their strength, but they could not restore their decline.

In the middle, Hagrid Grave's troops actually began to retreat, and sadly the swordsman had already retreated into the formation.Just as the Nagol's Dread Spearman charged in, the concealed Black Sharp Repeater crossbowmen dispersed into several squads and began to shoot with fierce crossfire, shooting in the side direction that was not protected by shields.

Marus watched in horror as the Nagor's massive force shrank visibly before him.

Just then the horns of the Nagol's army sounded again, and the beast tamers began to whip and drive away the war hydras, and the hungry war hydras roared and attacked.

"Attack! Forward!" Marus felt the ground trembling under his feet. He quickly glanced at the war hydra that had been activated and shouted directly. solved.

Marus was distracted on the way to the charge, and he felt a little ironic. The first time he commanded the Cold One Dread Knight to fight, it was actually the Nagor, while the opponent was. . .This is completely different from what he first thought.

The heavily armed Cold One knights crossed the ridge holding the Soul Eater high and started jogging. Marus, who rushed to the forefront, shouted again, and the Cold One knights began to speed up.

In the center, the Dread Spearmen of the Nagol quickly separated in a hurry, but most of them had no time to react, and were directly melted by the breath of the war hydra, some of them entered the stomach, and most of them were trampled into Meat puree.

The long slope is beneficial to the charge. The Cold One knights of the Nagol have already completed the distance in a short period of time. The enemy's arrows began to howl and penetrate into the team, and the shields and heavy armor came from constant dings. From time to time, a Cold One knight fell down and was stepped on by the Cold One following behind.

Following the charge of the giant beast and the Cold One knights, Hagrid Grave's army in the center fell apart. The soldiers' fear replaced discipline, and they all turned their heads and ran away.The few remaining Dreadspearmen on the Nagol let out a victory cry and pressed on, killing as much as they could.

Marus felt that the war hydra was rushing towards this wave, and the loss of the Nagor army was greater than the casualties caused by the fight just now. He didn't have time to think about it, because he was already very close to the Lord of Dread.

At 20 meters, Malus raised his sword again and swept down. The Cold One knights responded with furious roars.

Facing the subsequent charge of the Cold One knights from the Nagol, Hagrid Grave's army collapsed even faster, and the soldiers who ran at the rear let out horrified screams and ran desperately.

At the moment of the impact, harsh impact and hysterical screams echoed throughout the battlefield, and the tip of the Soul Eater aimed at the wanton piercings on the backs of the fleeing soldiers.The Cold One gnawed at armor, flesh and bone.In the distance, a Cold One roared in agony.Blood spattered and burst around Malus, and soldiers fell beneath the Cold One, ripped apart like rag dolls.

"Forward, knights! Forward!" Malus slashed his sword towards a Black Sharp Repeater on the right. He found the gap between the bottom edge of the Black Sharp Repeater's helmet and the back panel, and directly Cut off the neck of the black sharp crossbowman.He pulled out the long sword, raised the blood-dripping sword above his head and roared.

Trumpets blasted wildly in the air around Malus as the foe was driven back by the furious charge.

The Dreadlord of Hagrid Grave drew a heavy mace from his saddle, his black steel armor was well-crafted and inscribed with powerful runes, his face was hidden in an ornate helmet From behind, he stared at Marus who was coming towards him.

Malus was sure that the Dreadlord was one of his father's main retainers, and a powerful dignitary himself, because the mace was so conspicuous.

The Dreadlord's squires rushed forward, trying to get between Malus and their lord.

Marus wrestled with these subordinates, and his Cold One knights followed up and began to fight each other. The Cold One under their crotch had lost the rage just now, and stared blankly at nothing. Did not mean to bite.

Marus cursed and used all his strength to stab a subordinate's head fiercely. His sword tip was directly stuck in the eye slit of the subordinate's helmet and pierced into the subordinate's skull.When the subordinate screamed and twitched, blood and liquid flowed out along the blade of the long sword. He pulled out the long sword vigorously, but he couldn't pull it no matter how he pulled it, as if it was stuck there.

Just then, something hit the back of his helmet with a tearing crash and everything went black.

　Next may be unstable, move.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)