Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 231 81. Fist of Nightward

Draka looked left and right, and he couldn't see the edge of Hagrid Grave's Cold One Dread Knights' formation. The loose formation was arranged in three rows and stretched to both sides for more than several kilometers, far beyond his line of sight.Beside him, the Cold One fear knights were making the final inspection, inspecting the lizard armor on Cold One's body and the stirrups on their feet, and quietly waiting for the order to take down the Soul Eater at any time.

Draka stooped deliberately to remove his heavy curved sword from the saddle.Guarding him are his most elite family guards, and those dread lords are in their respective divisions, and they are not crowded together.The family guards all looked at him with flat eyes, showing no excitement or restlessness because of the upcoming battle.He smiled. He was proud of these family guards. These family guards were the precious inheritance left to him by his father. Most of these senior family guards had experienced the battle of Ulthuan 500 years ago, although In the end, the game was almost lost, and his father died in Ulthuan, but these elite fighters survived.

"Damn it's a bad move! It's a bad move every time!" Draka couldn't help being distracted when he thought of this, and he thought of the Hand of the Witch King again.

"Maybe with the hand of the Witch King, it won't be a bad move next time!"

"Remember! Our mission! We are the point of the knife! If we get stuck no one will save us! Our mission is to play by ear! Not something that will do whatever it takes to open a way to the center of the camp and end this invasion once and for all Do you understand?" Draka leaned back in the saddle, his voice booming.

The family guards guarding Draka nodded, expressing their understanding that the family guards in the distance are still conveying Draka's will to the family guards farther away.

"Hagrid Grave's knights! Forward!" Draka sat up straight with a smile, he liked the feeling of tasting power.He turned his eyes to the wide ridge in front of him, raised the curved sword high, and then drew the weapon in a shining arc and roared.

The Cold Ones in the front row staggered forward at a steady pace under the control of the Dread Knights, and the Cold Ones in the back row followed closely behind, swaying forward like steel whips.

The Cold One fear knight swept across the low hills like a storm, and the sound made by two thousand Cold One's thick and powerful hind legs was like a low thunderclap when they stepped on the ground.

The north and east gates of Grond slowly opened, and the Cold One fear knights belonging to Naggarond and Grond came out in full force, responding to the battle.

Draka raised the curved sword again on the top of the hill and swung it downward, and thousands of Cold One Dread Knights and Dark Riders began to accelerate.

The earth shook with the heavy footsteps of the cavalry, who flashed across the bare hills like a black cloud.Basilisk Dread Knights' Cold Ones slither across undulating terrain like hounds, poisonous drool dripping from their razor-like fangs.

The Hun warhorses wandering in the distance smelled the scent of the Cold One, and began to scream uncontrollably in terror.

Draka sneered, raised the curved sword above his head, and at the same time manipulated the Cold One under his crotch into a canter.

The Cold Ones rushed down the slope, their thick and powerful hind legs fully extended, and their mouths let out a rumbling growl, because they smelled the prey ahead.

Draka didn't look at the enemy close at hand, but at the rolling barracks in the distance. The low round tents were made of crudely sewn animal hides.The tents of the Yankee warbands covered the horizon, darkening the plains of Gorond like a vile disease.The stench of splattered blood and rotting flesh hung over him like a cloud, thick enough to blanket the plains of Grond.

The Yankee Marauder riders wandering on the outskirts quickly controlled the restless horses, but instead of fighting, they chose to retreat.

A warhorn beast was roaring non-stop. He was preparing for the attack. The restless beast people stopped making noise and looked into the distance. The heavy horned head of the warhorn beast swung back and forth Overhead, it saw Durucci's army of knights. In an instant, its expression changed from annoyed to extremely manic. It roared angrily. At this time, it was already extremely war-loving and rushed over with a mace in its hand. Excited for the next shattering of the enemy's skull.

In the eyes of the cruel and ruthless Warhorn Beast, everything is nothing but killing. The Beastmen behind him also responded to its call and began to follow it to rush towards the oncoming army of Drucci knights, but they were faster than them. It's a bunch of centaurs who have woken up from a hangover.

"Hagrid Grave's warriors! Attack!" Draka yelled, gazing predatoryly at the enemies ahead, raising his curved sword.

The family guards around Draka raised their horns to their lips and blew out wild, howling notes. The Drouches responded one after another, and the Cold One fear knights raised soul eaters with different pointed shapes and howled to the sky , with a long silk ribbon or pennant at the point of the spear and the joint of the barrel, the rune is embroidered on the ribbon, declaring the knight's dedication to Malekith, the great deeds of the knight's service to Malekith, and the knight's family and The noble history of ancestors.

Draka saw the warhorn running with its teeth bared and dragging its mace, the demon mask on his face gleaming with bloodthirsty rage.He raised the curved sword with his left hand, and slashed viciously at the side of the warhorn beast's head. The waving right hand lit up with magical light, and directly smashed the mace wielded by the warhorn beast in the air.

The warhorn beast died the moment it was connected, but the follow-up beastmen kept charging.

A big horned beast roared and swung a rusty giant axe towards Draka, and the family guard beside Draka directly stabbed it into its still open mouth with a soul eater. The giant ax that was swung lost its strength, and what was left was only inertia. A cold lizard bit its head directly on its knee, and the worn-out armor shattered, followed by the sound of bone cracks and muscles being torn. The entire lower right leg fell limply to the ground.

The bighorn wanted to cry out in pain, but it couldn't. The family guard's right foot got out of the saddle and kicked it in the face, and the Soul Eater was also pulled out. At this time, it was finally able to let out She wailed in pain, but was soon overwhelmed by the cold ones.

The sounds of battle and the thunderous footsteps of the Cold Ones mingled into an echoing roar like the rage of an avalanche.All of a sudden, the Beastmen rushing over in the front row were turned upside down by those hit by the Cold One, but the Cold One's Dread Knight didn't get much of a deal.

The Cold One Dread Knight who was still in the saddle abandoned the Soul Eater, but instead of drawing out the Soul Reaper for ceremonies and duels, he drew out his longsword and Messer for fighting, and slashed at the Beastmen.

There was chaos all of a sudden, with the sound of horns, the roar of the Cold One, the hoarse roar of the Beastmen, and the curses of Drucci.Some Beastmen couldn't bear the casualties and began to collapse and flee for their lives, while others were still trying to attack.

The wave of chaos that was still attacking Grond subsided temporarily, and they were attracted by Drucci who was attacking from the left and right.Drucci on the ramparts breathed a sigh of relief, resting behind the battlements and watching the battle on the plain.

Kewell's father also achieved fruitful results in the east of Gorond. At this time, a strange beastman attracted his attention. Under the tattered hood of the beastman, there was a hideous face, and his body was full of blood. Dirty, dull fur, painted with all kinds of primitive and terrifying worship charms, he knew that this was a screaming shaman, a strange existence among the beastmen.At this moment, the screaming shaman was crying and talking nonsense, saying something that gave him a headache. He endured his headache and pulled out the crossbow from the saddle. He knew better that he couldn't let this thing cast spells.

Soon the screaming shaman's cries were interrupted. It seemed to notice something. It held a curly gray wooden staff in its hand and began to stumble backwards. Before Cowell's father could shoot the crossbow bolt , a manticore pounced on it in the air, it tried to resist, but the manticore didn't give it a chance, the manticore opened its huge mouth and bit off its head, leaving behind Only the headless corpse still bleeding, the dread lord on the manticore turned his head and smiled provocatively at Kewell's father.

"Blow the horn! Back off!" Kewell's father cursed angrily when he saw this situation. He really wanted to shoot the crossbow arrow there, then he shook his head and shouted to the family guard next to him.He is not on the top, he knows what the purpose of this attack is, if he gets stuck, there will be a chain reaction, maybe the reserve team in the city will have to be mobilized in the end, and a military temptation and deception will become a military attack. He didn't even dare to think about the risk, if it was true, what kind of fruit Newker would give him when he went back.

The herd of bighorn beasts that were still fighting to the death before had been wiped out by Draka and his elite family guards. The Cold One fear knights had rushed into the camp and slaughtered them in all directions. Draka hacked and killed them. After a while, he came back and searched frantically, trying to find his troops, but he could only see the rickety side of the half-collapsed tent, and he could barely catch a glimpse of the helmeted and blood-stained sword rising and falling.Where did his trumpeter go?He never found a trace of Trumpeter.

Draka roared.

"Here, my lord!" came the faint reply, just beyond the tent to Draka's right.The tattered hides and fluttering ropes of the tent exploded as the House Guard rode through on his Cold One.The face of the family guard was covered with bloodstains, and there was a fighting spirit in his eyes.

"The beasts are fleeing, I have never seen such a carnage!" the family guard yelled, even though he was only a few meters away from Draka.

"Come near me, you idiot, don't forget your duty! Send the signal to retreat now!" Draka glared at the family guard viciously, and then roared angrily.He was like Kewell's father, he knew his duties and tasks, only a little bit more.He knows that the advantage will gradually lose his side over time. Once the short-term chaos passes, the Chaos Wave can overwhelm their surprise attack by virtue of their absolute superiority in numbers.

The family guard nodded, and was about to raise the horn when his eyes suddenly widened.

"Be careful, my lord!"

Draka turned around and saw the charging Beastman, and the Cold One under him swerved to the left, nearly throwing him from the saddle, and the ax aimed at his neck grazed his left shoulder plate.He cursed and tried to keep his balance, then frantically swung his right fist and smashed the Beastman's nose straight into the Beastman's face, making the already deformed Beastman even more deformed by his fists.

Three big horned beasts rushed out from around Draka, and they swarmed his flanks, targeting both the family guard and Draka.One of the bighorns slashed at the Cold One's head with a giant axe, while another slashed at the family guard's neck with a heavy cleaver, and yet another let out a blasphemous cry. Words, swinging the great ax to his chest.

Draka anticipated the blow and tried to lean back out of range of the weapon, but at some point a fourth bighorn rushed out and grabbed his left arm, trying to control his weapon and Drag him off the saddle.

Apparently the bighorn beast misjudged Draka's moves. He swung his right fist and hit the bighorn beast directly in the face. The bighorn beast howled and let go of his left hand, but he was also pulled down When he got close to the attack range of the giant axe, the giant ax slashed fiercely on the forearm of his Nightward Fist, and the Nightward Fist slammed into his heart with a huge impact.

An ordinary black steel gauntlet would collapse under a savage blow, but unfortunately, Draka's Nightward Fist is not, his Nightward Fist is not made of black steel at all, but Iseramar silver, a treasure passed down by his family, has a history of thousands of years, and its long history can even be traced back to the period of the Great Invasion.The protective runes woven into the kneepads did their job, and a discordant clang ricocheted the blade away in a rain of blue sparks.

Before the bighorn came back to his senses and slashed again, Draka shouted and cursed, and slashed the curved sword horizontally on the bighorn's head. The bighorn fell down, and blood and brains came out from the crack in the skull. overflow.

The Cold One under Draka tightly bit the giant ax that was slashing at it, and as he manipulated the Cold One to turn left and draw an arc, the huge force of the Cold One's bite tore it from the bighorn's hand. The huge axe, with its huge and powerful tail, twitched in an arc and hit the back of the unavoidable bighorn beast. The bighorn beast whose spine was severed knelt down on the ground with both hooves powerless, and the foam flowed from the bighorn beast. gushing from his nose, and he ended the bighorn's agony with a swing of his curved sword.

The bighorn with the cleaver changed direction and rushed towards Draka, but the Cold One of the family guards didn't give it a chance. It rushed forward and bit the bighorn's back with its razor teeth, and then It stabbed hard with the claws of its forelegs, and it shook the bighorn like a hound shaking a rabbit. The sound of bone cracking crackled, and the meat cleaver flew out of the bighorn's hand.It opened its mouth and tried to throw the bighorn into the air, and then smashed the bighorn to the ground with its powerful claws.

The Ulcorn Beast that came in immediately collapsed upon seeing this scene, dropped the spear in its hand and turned to run for its life. It howled in terror as it walked deep into the camp.Then the sound stopped abruptly, and it was unknown whether it was killed by other Cold One fear knights, or by its companions.

"Blow the horn! Retreat!" Draka yelled to the family guard as he sat still.

(End of this chapter)