Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 230 80. Prediction of the Ending

"Large warbands like this are not brought together by training or discipline, it is an unwieldy weapon wielded flimsily by opposing war leaders. If the leader dies, armies will kill each other like a pack of mad dogs .” Nukel pointed to the enemy forces on the sand table and said.

The dignitaries headed by Dacius and Draka Nightwatch nodded their approval when they heard Newker's words, because this is the fact, this kind of war gang with a fragile structure needs to keep advancing, killing, Keep getting loot. If the attack is frustrated, these lunatics dominated by the power of chaos will turn their eyes to the side and chop the ax on their former companions. They are killing anyway. If you can't kill the enemy, I can't kill you?isn't it?
"But it's a pity that the black blade wasted this precious opportunity. The night attack he commanded sent precious troops into his sister's ambush circle." Newkel sighed, then looked at Draka Nightward and said , "In a while, you will lead Hagrid Grave's mobile troops to rush from the northwest! Krakalund's troops will rush from the southeast. You look for opportunities to weaken the enemy's peripheral forces, but if you hear the order to return Return immediately!"

"Do you mean that Nagalia will launch a reverse attack after seeing the troops in the city wall attacking? For example, use teleportation magic to point directly at the hand of the Witch King?" Draka Yedu nodded. , raised his right hand symbolizing the Witch King's Fist and said, his voice echoed in the entire tent accompanied by the roar of steam.

"After the analysis of the Witch King's Hand, I think these Chaos war gangs are just a tool for Nagalia to achieve her goals, a consumable, and it is not her who destroys Gorond and makes Naggaroth burn in blood and fire The purpose." When Nucker said, he turned his gaze to Dacius.

"What if they don't come?" A fear lord of Krakalond asked suddenly. After asking, he seemed to think of something. He felt that he asked a stupid question, and suddenly laughed out loud.

This is the first day of the Battle of Gorond. Nagalia has already shrunk back her troops. She has not surrounded Gorond, nor has she surrounded Gorond, nor has she attacked Gorond and outside the city at the same time. It would be great if that was the case, Durucci's army could kill her, but they didn't.

At this time, the troops of the Chaos War Gang were concentrated in the northeast corner of Gorond, which was the farthest place from the walled city outside Gorond, which was located high in the southwest corner of Gorond.

"The only thing waiting for her is defeat! Unless she can enter from the northeast corner of Gorond!" Newkel did not get angry because of the stupidity of this powerful man, and a sinister smile appeared on his gentle and elegant face. Said pitifully.

Newkel had the idea of ​​directly organizing the battle at first, but Dacius persuaded him to take a steady and steady approach. He did not agree at first, but asked Dacius to ask Malekith if he agreed, and the result was that the battle was cancelled. It turned into this kind of stupid battle that uses the city defense system to consume the enemy.

There is something to be gained, and Dacius also got a disguised grounding, and as a result of being unable to participate in the battle for the time being, he pretended to learn the command experience of large-scale battles beside Newkel.
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Malus dreamed that he was back in the forest near Hal Gansi, and he walked through the dense woods under the light of the twin moons.Something seemed to follow him behind him, and he could hear heavy footsteps behind him and the crackling of branches as he forced his way through the woods.His armor and weapons were gone, and thorns had torn his face and Kaitan.Blood trickled down his skin, but he felt no pain.He felt nothing but pure, mortal fear that no matter how hard he ran, the thing seemed to catch up to him.

As if like some kind of destiny omen, he kept approaching Marus and began to entangle him.

The heavy footsteps came closer, as if Malus' pursuer was a giant, spanning hundreds of meters with each step.He suppressed the cry of fear and ran harder, the branches and thorns piercing his skin deeper and deeper.He longed to find vindictiveness, but was nowhere to be found.His heartbeat and the steady footsteps of his pursuer made him deaf. It sounded like his pursuer was now a few meters behind him. The skin on the back of his neck began to tingle, but he didn't dare to turn his head for fear of being caught. Something stretched out its claws towards him.

A moment later, Malus found himself standing beside a tree, the ancient trunk glowing softly in the moonlight, like a gift from a goddess.Suppressing a cry of relief, he forced himself into a dark fissure in the trunk.As he straightened up in the dark, a shower of insects and rotting sawdust rained down on him, but he took it to be a blessing from the gods.

The footsteps were getting closer, and Malus turned around, trying to avoid the moonlight coming in from outside.He could feel the ground shaking with every step of his pursuer.He held his breath, his eyes fixed on the outside.

A shadow passed, and through the opening of the slit, Malus saw a pair of booted feet, only a meter away from the hiding place he was in.He involuntarily took another step back, as if he could retreat into a deeper shadow so that his pursuers could not see him.

"I know you're here, and it's no use hiding. I can smell you." The boot moved to the left, then to the right, and a voice suddenly reached Malus' ears.

Marus shuddered when he heard the voice.

"Are you in there? Yes! I think you are, why don't you come out to see me? Don't you like me?"

Marus, who was dominated by fear, could no longer control himself, and a scream came out of his throat.He took another step back, as if by doing so he would become one with the trunk.He smelled the rot and the wet stench of earthworms, and the trunks behind him bent slightly under his weight like soft flesh.

Suddenly one hand stretched out to wrap around Marus, and pressed it tightly on his mouth, while the other hand wrapped tightly around his waist.He smelled the stench of the tomb, and his lips touched rotting flesh.Maggots squirmed on the wrist that held his mouth, and squirmed and landed on his chest.

"My lord, don't be afraid. No one can own you, I'm here to protect you."

A familiar voice sounded in Malus' ears, and a cold breath, with the stench of rotting flesh, sprayed wetly on his cheeks.

Malus struggled and squirmed in Lunara's arms, but Lunara's dead limbs held him in a steely embrace.He could smell nothing now but the stench of rotting flesh and the bitter odour of grave soil.He tried to scream, tried to call out Zakhan's name.He would rather give his soul to Zakhan's hunger than linger a moment longer in Lunara's filthy arms!

But Lunara's cold hand was tightly covering Malus' mouth, and he couldn't draw enough air from the stench oozing from Lunara's rotting skin.

"I will keep you safe, and no one will hurt you but me, my lord!"

The cold and sticky tongue flicked across the side of Malus' neck, Lunara said while the air of her breath pressed against his throat.

In the next second, Lunara's teeth bit into Malus' skin hard.

(This paragraph is not a word of water (it is!), this kind of dream is a manifestation of fear and escape, but also a kind of torture, which represents the pain and suffering of Durucci, and is also a harbinger of fate and ending.)
"Hey, what are you doing!" Julian looked inexplicably at Marus who was mad in his sleep, and he suddenly stepped forward to grab Marus who was about to fall from the city wall.

Marus, who was already awake, looked at the edge of the city wall that was about to be trampled under his feet, and then looked back at Julian who was holding him.

Julian looked at Marus's face in some astonishment, it was a face he could hardly recognize, Marus's face was more haggard than he remembered before, the gray skin was tight between muscles and thin Pus dripped from the nose, ears and corners of his eyes, forming a fanatical mask of pain and hatred.

"The enemy's third attack is coming soon." Julian pulled Marus back and let go of his hand, looking at the emaciated Marus warily.He could feel that pain in Malus, because he had it too, and he opened his mouth to say something, but finally shook his head and said something about the battle.

After declaring Malus the champion, Malekith gave him no orders.With no army to command, not even his own retinue, it was as if he had been forgotten in the haste and confusion of the coming attack.He couldn't figure out why he had that dream just now, and he couldn't figure out what he was running away from.

The Druccis on the city wall passed their arms through the slightly broken shields, and some of them had throwing axes deeply embedded in their shields. Standing behind the battlements, resting and watching the waves of Chaos about to attack again.

But more Drucci soldiers looked at Marus with resentment and hostility, and they had more or less heard Marus' deeds.Some stared at Julian, as if questioning why Julian held Marus just now and why he didn't let him fall.

Grond's soldiers had heard of Malus' previous disastrous battle, and blamed him for the loss of their comrades and their Dreadlord.But this is not the worst, because there are not many Gorond soldiers on this section of the city wall.

Soldiers from Naggarond and Karond Kar know the story of Malus, they all think Malus is the darkest villain, they don't care if a scum like Malus is the champion of the Witch King, Had Julian not been there, they would all have stabbed Malus in the back during the attack or would have thrown him from the wall.

Julian felt the malicious gazes around him, but he didn't care. He shrugged and stared back viciously. The thing about shrugging was learned from his elder brother Dorian, who he never looked up to, and Dorian learned it from Da Keus learned it.

"Dacius!" Thinking of this, Julian couldn't help touching the scar on his face.

At this moment, the Reaper ballista on the battlements opened fire, and Marus, who was still in his confusion, could hear the screams of the dying who had been hit by the ballista.

A large number of Yankees fell to the crossbow shots, but more swift-footed Yankees carried shields and raised ladders on the ground, and many Yankees held a throwing ax in their mouths.

At the bottom of the wall more Yankees waiting to climb the ladder threw throwing axes at the Durutch soldiers, but the Durutch soldiers barely heeded the attack. Shoot with repeating crossbows or throw rolling stones from city walls.

"Block it with crossbow arrows, don't let them come up!" Lexikiel's voice resounded through this section of the city wall.

The Drutch soldiers on the city wall seemed to have a lot of command from Lechkill. They were already familiar with the Yankee offensive procedures. The ranks of the Wall Yankees crisscrossed and poured.

The Yankees, on the other hand, rushed fearlessly into the storm of black bolts, and some continued to climb even with their bodies full of bolts.Despite their terrible losses, they had no fear of death, and they slowly approached the battlements.

Julian raised his long sword and roared, rushing forward to meet the first enemy who crossed the battlements. The blade of the sword directly cut the Yankee's neck, and the throwing ax in his mouth fell down. Before he died, his expression was astonished. looking at him.He ignored the eyes of his foes. To him, this was not a duel of nobles in Naggarond, or a duel of graceful swordsmanship, but pure carnage, killing as quickly and efficiently as possible.As long as the Yankees were not allowed to gain a foothold on the battlements, he thought he could slaughter the oncoming enemy almost at will.

Suddenly, a thrown throwing ax buzzed in the air, and when it was about to approach Julian's head, cold sweat broke out on his forehead for a moment, and he knew he couldn't avoid it.In the next second, the sound of a weapon being swung crossed his ears, and with a violent clash of steel, the flying ax deviated from its trajectory.

"Watch out for their axes! I suggest you put on your helmet," Lechkiel said lightly after swinging the double-headed halberd and knocking the throwing ax away.

"Damn it, why don't you wear it?" Julian took a step back, looked at the exaggerated headgear of Lexikir's helmet and muttered in a low voice. In his opinion, Lexikir's headgear has no protective effect, only decoration .But he still bent down and picked up the helmet under the battlements. He came here to experience and gain military merits, not to throw his life here, and then let his damn brother stand in front of his corpse and laugh at his stupidity.He hated it, but it was better than nothing.

A face appeared at the top of the ladder, grinning like a demon.With a roar, Marus rushed towards him. He swayed to avoid an ax that almost stuck in his face, and swung his sword directly to knock the ax away. His sudden movement interrupted the Yankee's movement, and he threw He couldn't fix it, the Yankee didn't think that someone could do this at such a close distance, and before the Yankee came back to his senses and pulled out another ax, he pierced the Yankee's chest.

Blood gushed out from the Yankee's tattooed chest. Before he died, he wanted to grab Marus' long sword and bring Marus down the city wall, but Marus reacted faster than him and drew out the long sword directly. The sword didn't give him a chance, he threw his head back and howled.

After Julian put on the helmet, the Yankees he dealt with were much more brutal than Marus's. The Yankees stabbed by him did not fall, but tried to continue to climb up. He stabbed again in disbelief. .The Dread Spearman next to him also charged forward, stabbing and slashing at the Yankee, but it seemed as if the Yankee was blessed by some mysterious force and could not be killed.

After loading the repeater in his hand, an unbelieving Drucci pirate shouted angrily and switched the repeater to close-range mode, directly sticking to the Yankee's head and firing three times in a row. The guy didn't even utter the roar of dying, he just lay on the joint between the ladder and the wall and did not move.

The tough Yankee's last few seconds of struggle still bought more time for the Yankee behind him.But it was useless. The Yankee who just showed his head was directly shot in the face by another Durucci pirate who replaced him, and fell straight down.

To the north outside the city of Grond, Draka Nightward led Hagrid Grave's Cold One Dread Knight and began to charge.

At this time, sporadic snowflakes fell from the temporarily stopped storm, and his scorching breath melted the icy snowflakes in front of him. Instead of looking at the enemy in front of him, he raised his head and looked at the storm with a smile. His battle begins.

What will Dacius do here?He was already farting away, watching Chef Drucci making bread in the walled city, and even thinking about whether to get the stew cannon out.

　Speaking of the content, what I am thinking about is that these Duruccis are not the kind of primitive people who know nothing. They have good military qualities after fighting all the year round.The protagonist has done the most critical thing, which is to coordinate the transfer to bring the army to Grond.The rest are the group portraits, all of which have more or less scenes, playing their respective roles in this battle.It's not that the protagonist rushes in with cavalry or riding a black dragon to open Wushuang, the whole champion duel or something, and then the gang of Durucci shout 666 beside them. . .This is too much. . .A little out of my wits.Moreover, the theme of this book is Gou. Although the protagonist is a warrior, he is positioned as a politician and diplomat, coordinating and managing, and stringing together the legends of this medieval warhammer.There is no shortage of people who can fight medieval warhammers. . .

　　
　
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