Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Dacus did not rush to climb onto Springwin's back, but walked from the left to the back, and then from the back to the right, taking advantage of the last moment to carefully check every preparation.

He walked at a steady pace, and with each step he scanned the surroundings to make sure he had not missed any details. At this moment, his brows were filled with calmness and determination, and his eagle-like eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all appearances and see through all hidden risks. He was the backbone, and he could not panic.

In her young form, Carmine's scales have not completely turned black. They are still the beautiful ruby ​​color that gradually turns into dark purple, like a dark purple sunset glow, elegant and mysterious. However, under the erosion of the wind of Shaxu, her claws and teeth have been completely dyed black, flashing with cold light, revealing a chilling sharpness. These dark scales and sharp claws indicate the terrible power hidden in her body.

"Are you ready?" Daxus whispered, patted Carmine's mouth and showed a meaningful smile. It was an unspoken understanding between comrades and a symbol of trust.

There was a cold light in Carmine's eyes, and all he got in response was a firm nod.

Daxus turned his head and his eyes fell on Colonia who was on the dragon's spine.

At this time, Colonia was sitting on a seat bound by chains, holding the Dust Staff, concentrating and calming her mind, with one hand supporting her chin. Her posture was elegant, perhaps because of the sense of substitution from the oath performance. Now, she had the air of a clan mother, like a cold queen, expressionless but full of power. When Dacus's eyes met hers, she tilted her head slightly, raised her right hand, clenched it into a fist, and gently waved it at Dacus.

Daxus responded to her gesture and punched back, with a hint of tacit understanding in his eyes.

The brother and sister didn't need to say anything. Along the way, the tacit understanding between them was deeper than any language.

Then, Dacus came to Ibas's side.

Ibas is a storm dragon, her presence is always accompanied by storms, thunder and rainstorms. Her huge body is covered with deep blue scales, as if the lightning in the sky is condensing on her body. Her eyes are shining like sapphires, and you can feel the destructive power at a glance. When she spreads her wings and flies, the roar of the storm and the roar of thunder will instantly devour everything. Her aura is like a violent storm sweeping across the sky, full of unpredictable threats.

Her power is unpredictable. She is good at traveling in the center of thunderstorms. When her body is full of energy, she can quickly convert the electrical energy into lightning balls and shoot them at the enemy, causing devastating damage. Her deep eyes often flash with a cold light similar to sapphires, as if she can see through everything and reveal the deepest secrets of the world. Therefore, she is called "Sapphire Eyes" by the people of Tyrell.

"Sapphire Eyes, wow... you are so beautiful, are you ready for the storm?" Daxus couldn't help but admire in a low voice as he approached Ibas.

Ibas's blue eyes flickered slightly, and the corners of her mouth seemed to curl up with a faint sneer. There was no verbal response, only her energetic body shook slightly, like the silence before the storm. In her body, the current seemed to have begun to wriggle, and the power of thunder was brewing in her body, ready to burst out at any time.

Sitting on Ibas's back was Haglin, an old acquaintance of Daxus, Dastan's aunt, the essence nurtured by the Tower of Destruction, one of the only five high-ranking priests of the Storm Weaver Order, the mainstay of the Lengyan Family, and a leader-level existence.

When Clarkalond hunted Mangir, Hagelin had participated. When they raided Skogi, she made a big move, turning Skogi upside down and almost sending Genevieve away. When the official development of Asriel began, she was arranged by Daxus to be with Slan for more in-depth magic learning.

Although she is not a descendant of the Hell Disaster Family, she is also a die-hard among the die-hards, and her loyalty and ability are guaranteed.

After nodding in tacit agreement, Daxus looked at Kerillian who was on Ibas's head. Kerillian, who was looking at him, was still wearing a cotton jacket. In addition to the cotton jacket, there were some other decorations. If he was not mistaken, it should be Kewell's hair from Alatar. To put it nicely, it was considerate, to put it bluntly, it was attentive.

He smiled and shook his head, then extended his middle finger in response to the middle finger that Kerillian gestured to him. Then he patted his belt with both hands. Kerillian did not move after seeing his gesture, but made a reassuring gesture.

Kerillian's belt is specially made, with iron rings at both ends, used to fasten with chains tied to the two dragon horns. The unstrung bow is also fixed to the belt, and the quiver filled with arrows is carried on the back, wrapped in a cotton jacket.

As a double dragon, Kudnos is undoubtedly a legendary existence. As a "Master of Fire", he does not master ordinary fire, but the extremely hot fire inspired by the wind of Aksha. This kind of fire can not only burn everything, but also has the power of destruction and rebirth. Any material will turn into ashes in front of his fire. Even the hardest rock cannot withstand the scorching heat. In battle, there is often a sea of ​​fire behind him, as if he has merged with the fire, and can freely control the powerful power of the flames to destroy all enemies that stand in his way.

As the Skysplitter, he is also unrivaled in his ability to control storms. He can summon the winds of Aegir, tearing apart the clouds in the sky, lightning raging like a tyrannosaur, and thunder shaking the earth. This power can literally tear the sky apart, bringing huge destructive storms, and even the mountains shake under his anger. Whenever he exerts this power, the air around him becomes thick and suffocating. Huge storms surge in, with lightning and thunder, like a roar between heaven and earth, irresistible.

However, despite being so powerful, Kudnos was still slightly inferior to Ibas and Azogallon, and his level was just so-so... just like the bragging and exaggeration in military books.

Double-dragons are not popular. In the absence of inheritance and systematic teaching, they can do everything and nothing. It was still the same even after they studied with Shilan for a period of time in Asheril. After all, the time was short, and not only he was learning, but other red dragons were also learning... There is no such thing as eating alone.

Especially in guiding the wind of Aegir and controlling storms, Ibas possesses natural talents and powers, and Azogallon is known as the "Titan of Wind".

These three, two T1 and one T1.5, are the treasures of Dacus. If these three are compared to fighter planes, there is no doubt that Ibas and Azogallon are better at fighting between the clouds, with sparks and lightning when fighting. The dual-class Kudnos can conduct both high-altitude combat and low-altitude bombing.

When they encountered the monster at sea, the three flew high into the sky to guide the Wind of Aegir, but were defeated by the monster. When they entered the Zahuitak Rift, the three also joined the adventure, acting as cheerleaders and spectators. They didn't play a big role in the final battle to block the door, but Daxus still trusted the three.

Drusala sat on the back of Cydnos to strengthen him, while Alatar, who had balanced abilities, sat on the back of Azogallon. Talos was assigned to Cydnos's dragon head, while Gilead was assigned to Azogallon's dragon head.

Maranul sat on the seat of Skalandil's Dragon Spine, but he was not a Caledorian Dragon Rider. Skalandil was extremely huge in size, and he sat on the Dragon Spine using weapons like spears... um, let's take a look at the forty-meter machete.

There were a total of nineteen assault ships, six of which were deployed as the second wave. Of the thirteen assault ships deployed in the first wave, seven were deployed on Scarandil. In addition, four harvester crossbow artillery groups were deployed on the right side of the dragon's spine.

This time, Dacus did not climb onto Scarandil's back like he did before, and carefully checked the fixation of the ballista and the crew members. The head of the chain used for fixation was fixed to the dragon scales by a device similar to a climbing nail, and the tail was tied to the fixed position of the ballista and the crew members' belts.

The arrows used by the crossbow were packed in a box, which was fixed with multiple chains. The bowstring used by the crossbow was tied to the captain's belt. In addition, the belts of two other artillery crew members also had bowstrings tied to their belts.

Dacus first encouraged the gun crew, then greeted the members on the raider, and finally talked to Malanul for a while. After making the final instructions, he came to the back of Splinterwin and did the same work.

But this time, he didn't have to make the final instructions, because he was the commander. However, he didn't sit on a seat like Malanur, but stood on the dragon's head. Besides him, there was also a dazed and overwhelmed Eltharion on the dragon's head.

"Shield." Franais said while standing on the deck and raised the walking barrier.

Dacus smiled and shook his head, refusing, and then pointed at Flanes' head. Flanes, who had put down his shield, was stunned for a moment, then took off the white lion's mane and threw it to him. He caught it steadily and put it on the outside of his helmet, then he waved to Flanes, signaling Flanes not to stand so close.

Franais wanted to say something, but in the end he shook his head, beat his chest with his right hand, raised it high, and turned away. He participated in the planning of this action, but he was not involved in the actual action. He had other actions to participate in, and he also had to make final preparations.

"The Malevolent Temple is beginning to slow down."

"Got it." Loxia took a deep breath and nodded. It might be because of the cold, nervousness, or excitement, but he shook unnaturally as if he had received an electric shock. Then he gave the order, "We speed up and signal the Ark behind us to catch up."

"You...we...we..."

When Dacus secured himself with chains, a voice came from beside him that seemed to want to say something but hesitated.

"My adjutant, say whatever you want to say. Don't hesitate while there is still time." He turned his head and looked at Issarion, with a hint of patient smile in his eyes.

"What are we going to do? Shouldn't you be joining the Dark Council?" There was confusion and uneasiness in Issarion's words. He was a little confused about the specific content of this operation.

"Where did you hear that?" Dacius raised his eyebrows and glanced at Eltharion sharply. Seeing that the other party remained silent, he smiled and continued, "Yes, I will attend the meeting, but there is no rush. After the operation is completed, I will take you to see it. One of my... friends? He is still lying there. I will introduce him to you when the time comes, but you have to be prepared. He is a little... rude?"

In Jiang Wen's words: How can such a thing be made public?
From ancient times to the present, there are so many such realities in various worlds and dimensions that they are countless.

The successful ones usually come after several people have discussed it, or even without any discussion, they just go ahead and do it. How did Yuwen Hu and others die? There are too many examples like this.

Bring a few good fighters to ambush in key locations and launch a surprise attack when the target comes. Many times, the good fighters don’t know who they are going to kill until the battle, and even after the surprise attack is successful, they don’t know who they killed.

Those who shout loudly and make themselves known to everyone rarely succeed. Three hundred swordsmen and axemen are a lot, but if they move, they will leave traces and can be detected.

This matter is said to be very complicated, but in fact it is just that simple.

Only a few people knew the core of the matter. Many people on the Vicious Temple didn't know what Dacus was going to do. They only knew that there were two major operations. When the dragon took off, the admiral following behind might have thought that he was anxious to attend the Dark Council and sent it out first.

"Compared to the fact that I will see Malekith soon, I am more concerned about... this operation, and especially my role in it." There was a hint of uneasiness in Eltharion's tone.

"I clearly remember your expression when you saw the raiding ship land on the Ark when we came out of the underground sea. In addition to surprise and anxiety, you must have noticed something else at that time, right?" Dacreus stared at Eltharion sharply, waiting for his reaction.

Eltharion was stunned for a moment, then he took a deep breath and began to ponder. After a moment, a glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes, and he nodded, as if he had understood Dacus's intention.

"The mission of the assault ship is to carry out low-altitude ground strikes, reconnaissance, or transport important supplies and seriously injured personnel... Its climbing speed is very slow. This is why the assault ship is tied to the back of a dragon." Dacus said in a calm tone, with a hint of depth in his words.

"Unlike dragons and giant eagles, the assault ship climbs through the lifting device in front?" Eltharion nodded thoughtfully and continued to ask.

"Yes, that's right. The raider relies on elevators, magical guidance, and the power of sails. It cannot fly like a dragon by relying on powerful wings. It must rely on other means."

"So... we... will go directly to the high altitude? High altitude..." A flash of sudden enlightenment flashed in Eltharion's eyes, and his voice was full of surprise. He wanted to continue asking: Who is in the high altitude? But the words suddenly stopped at his lips, and his heart suddenly understood something. His eyes widened, and suddenly, the whole person seemed to be hit by some indescribable shock, "We... dive? Dive attack?"

"That's right!" Daxus looked at Issarion's slightly surprised expression with satisfaction and nodded slowly. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes. "After the raider completes preparations at high altitude, it will carry out a fierce dive attack. No matter how the target is prepared, this attack will be fatal!"

He didn't want to talk about potential energy, kinetic energy, etc., because it was unnecessary, and... he didn't understand theoretical knowledge very well. Now, while there was still some time, he changed the topic.

"Issarion, you know what? In my opinion, many Asur nobles are trash, useless pieces of mud. Trash is always trash, even if it is wearing a gorgeous robe, it is still trash, a trash in a gorgeous robe!" His voice was like a cold blade, cutting through the silent air. At this time, Splinterwin, who had been listening to the conversation, laughed lowly, with a hint of recognition in his voice. Although the laughter was not loud, it seemed to leave a heavy echo in the air.

Eltharion's expression suddenly turned ugly. He glared at Dacreus with anger and confusion in his eyes. Those words were like a nail piercing his heart, leaving him speechless for a moment. He took a deep breath and tried to suppress the fluctuations in his heart, but he still looked a little excited.

"What makes you say that?" His voice was trembling and full of questioning.

Dacreus did not respond immediately. He stared at Eltharion coldly, with a calmness and depth in his eyes that could not be ignored.

"You ask me why? I rely on facts." He spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful. He paused for a moment, his eyes swept across Isharion sharply, "Think carefully, what supported you when you faced the attack of the great demon? Was it courage? Fear? Anger? Responsibility? Or what you thought was justice? Or... instinct?"

Eltharion's breathing was a little rapid, and he did not answer immediately. Dakwus' words were like a sharp knife that stabbed him. At this moment, he began to question his inner motives. What was the reason for the things that supported him all the way, or was it something he himself did not realize?

"Since you are here, listen more, watch more, ask more, and think more, otherwise your trip will be in vain." Dacus said this softly. He was going to say more, but when he glanced at the pocket watch in his hand, he realized that the time was up. He frowned slightly and immediately put a period to his words, "The action has begun. Think about these things slowly in advance. Don't be in a hurry. When you have figured it out, come and talk to me."

After saying this, he picked up the Spicazuma horn, and soon the horn issued two long and one short sounds that pierced the sky.

The sound of the horn echoed in the air, shaking the Ark and the Sea of ​​Evil, making people's hearts suddenly tremble. Followed by a gust of rushing wind and the solidification of the atmosphere.

The moment the horn sounded through the sky, the spellcasters on the dragon's spine immediately began to move. They quickly waved their staffs and silently chanted ancient spells. The shadow quickly expanded, spreading over the bodies of Splinter and Scarandil, shrouding them in a deep shadow.

Then, the trumpet sounded again, solemn and powerful. Two long and one short trumpet sounds echoed in the air, as if calling for the arrival of fate.

Splinterwin, who was on the deck, took off suddenly, and spread his strong dragon wings suddenly, cutting through the air and stirring up gusts of wind.

The huge body vibrated violently as it moved. The elves and red dragons stood on the deck, relying on their superb skills and powerful strength to stand firmly and welcome the coming air currents. They held the railings tightly, raised their arms high, or waved them, and cheers and shouts rose and fell.

There are many missing elements, such as waving a hat, shouting out second-year slogans, etc. But these missing elements did not prevent Splinter Winter from leaping up suddenly, and his powerful wings drove his huge body upward, breaking away from the constraints of the deck, soaring into the air, and welcoming the sea of ​​clouds.

Then, not to be outdone, Scarandil followed closely behind, also spreading his wings and running. The deep red scales shone with a deep light under the sunlight, and the huge wings were like a black curtain, light and deadly.

As the horn continued to sound, Kudnos, Azogallon, Ibas, and Carmine ascended one after another. They each displayed different majesty, with the oppressive feeling from the ancient dragon race. Their scales shone in the sun, and it seemed as if the entire sky was covered by their figures.

Kudnos was like a living flame, burning the air as he ascended; Azogallon's body covered half the sky, his blue scales like flickering thunder; Ibas was like a bolt of lightning in the sky, coming with a gust of wind; and Carmine's purple scales sparkled in the sun, leaving almost no trace as she ascended lightly.

Loxia stood on the deck of the Tower of the Blessed Evil Party, staring at the dragons rising into the sky in the distance. As the dragons flew out of the sky, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and the shock came from his bones. Excitement, fear and excitement intertwined, and unspeakable emotions surged in his heart.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, trying to control his shaking, but the eternal fear deep in his heart was quietly creeping in. As a core member of the Dacus Group, he knew that this was not just an ordinary takeoff, and the only thing he could do was pray to Matheran, praying that Dacus would succeed and play a role in the next operation.

At the same time, Hadris stood on the deck of the Eternal Terror Fortress, his figure was straight and his serious expression revealed his majesty as an admiral. He was carefully checking the soldiers who had already lined up and making final preparations for the upcoming action. However, just as he was about to speak, suddenly, all the soldiers' eyes were focused in a certain direction, with surprise and awe in their eyes.

"They..." His eyelids twitched slightly, and he turned his head. Then, he murmured in a low voice, frowning. His sight gradually turned to the distance as the giant dragon took off, his eyes sharp, staring at these flying dragons.

He saw that all the dragons did not fly directly to Nagarond, but raised their wings to the east and flew in the opposite direction of Nagarond. This change shocked him, and he keenly felt that the dragons' actions were unusual. They were not moving according to the predetermined route, and seemed to have some deeper purpose. This was a tactical decision, or in other words, an unfathomable signal.

At the same time, the female admiral Drane of the Cursed Fortress was on the command tower, staring intently at the sky in the distance. She picked up the monocular, carefully adjusted the focus, and quickly locked her sight on the group of dragons that were ascending. As she gradually approached the target, her eyes became more focused and her brows furrowed. She clearly saw the dragons flying towards the clouds, emitting a strong oppressive atmosphere.

"they……"

Her voice was low and calm, but there was a hint of shock in her eyes. She observed the first two dragons through the monocular and found that their forms were completely shrouded in shadows, as if they were hiding something. The sense of oppression in the air became stronger and stronger, and her heartbeat accelerated. Her intuition told her that this was not a simple flight, but what exactly was it...

She felt a strong sense of uneasiness. She knew that an epic storm was quietly approaching, and she was in the middle of it, unable to do anything she wanted to do, and could only follow orders. But at this moment, she vaguely realized that this storm seemed to be bigger than she had originally imagined?

In the distant sky, the figures of the dragons gradually disappeared, but neither Loxia, Hadris, Drane, nor other admirals who saw this scene could calm down the inexplicable tension and unknown fear. They understood that this was not just a simple flight.

Behind this, there is some unpredictable crisis that is gradually approaching.

Soon, the giant dragons lined up in a long snake formation and flew through the clouds. Their huge wings flapped the air, stirring up strong air currents that were like thunder and deafening. Their momentum in the air was like an approaching storm. The entire sky was oppressed by their presence, and even the sunlight seemed to be blocked.

When the dragons stopped climbing, Dacreus's gaze swept across the sky and first fixed on Eltharion beside him.

Eltharion had a complicated expression. On the one hand, his eyes were gleaming with excitement and excitement, but on the other hand, he seemed somewhat calm, as if this kind of scene was not unfamiliar to him. But deep down, he was still a little nervous. After all, he was going to participate in an unusual operation today.

Daxus turned his gaze towards Dragon's Spine, and after seeing that there was nothing wrong, he took a deep breath and blew the horn calmly.

Two long and one short horn sounds echoed in the air and passed through the clouds. The notes carried an incredible sense of power and command, as if they were a sign, an order, and a preparation to meet unknown challenges.

As the horn sounded, Splinterwin began to fly at a constant speed, but his movements quickly became more flexible. With a flap of his dragon wings, his huge body suddenly pulled to the right, drawing a graceful arc, and cutting through the clouds with the airflow it created.

And Scarandil, who was following closely behind, responded immediately, quickly adjusted his flying posture, shifted to the left, increased the distance between himself and Springwyn, took off into the air, and created a deep gap.

The instantaneous change in the air gave the dragons behind space to adjust their positions.

Kudnos streaked across the sky like a meteor, carrying Drusala and Talos, and rushed to the middle front position between Splinterwin and Skarandil at an astonishing speed, quickly filling the gap. His blazing tail flame was like a red fire snake under the sunlight, swallowing the surrounding air, like a meteor about to hit the ground.

Then, Azogallon's movements were equally swift. This red dragon, known as the "Titan of the Wind", used his powerful strength to perform a series of extremely complex maneuvers in the air. Carrying Alatar and Gilead, he rolled over, using his huge dragon wings to quickly rotate, performing continuous rolling movements, and steadily brought himself and his passengers to the left side of Scarandil.

Ibas was not to be outdone, the strong airflow provided her with powerful momentum. Carrying Hagelin and Kerillian, she suddenly increased her strength, broke through the pressure of the airflow, quickly flew to the right, joined the formation of Splinterwin, and stayed steadily on its right side.

Then, Carmine flew over lightly, carrying Colonia, maintaining a steady flying posture, and entered the middle and rear position between Splinterwin and Scarandil as steady as a rock.

With the addition of Carmine, the entire formation was finally adjusted.

The six red dragons and their crews were now completely arranged into a huge, neat battle formation, with no gaps between them, perfectly integrated into one.

Dacus tightly grasped the Trident of the Sea and quietly observed all this. His eyes passed over the formation and looked towards the distant sky. The boundless sky was waiting for their actions. He knew that the next action might be a contest that would determine their fate, and the preparations at this moment had laid the foundation for all this.

The reason why it is "maybe" is because he is gambling. As a Duruchi Navy Admiral, he has no reason not to gamble. As a Duruchi Navy Admiral, he must carry forward Yamamoto's spirit of 70%. If he loses the bet, it will just be an...abstract performance, but if he wins the bet...

In this situation, he didn't want to recite a poem, but wanted to laugh heartily and vent his inner excitement. But... after all, this was in the clouds, so he swallowed back the laughter that was about to come out of his mouth.

He took a deep breath, and the air in his chest seemed to condense into a source of strength. He picked up the horn again and blew two long and one short horn sounds. The sound echoed in the air and shook the clouds in the distance.

As the horn sounded, the entire flying formation began to turn in an orderly manner, the dragon wings flapped, gradually changing the flight trajectory, and slowly flew towards the southern direction of Naggarond.

When they flew to the designated location, Dacus looked down at his pocket watch and saw that the pointer had pointed to 1:25. The Dark Council was to be held at 1: p.m., which was what he and Malekith had agreed on.

The horn sounded again, the long note echoed, and the sound waves broke through the clouds, clear and powerful.

As the horn sounded, the dragons' movements changed instantly. They began to adjust their flying posture, maneuvering more flexibly, and turning towards Naggarond.

The formation gradually descended and finally stayed steadily under the clouds, hidden in the endless white fog.

At this moment, Dacus felt no anxiety or trepidation, only an indescribable calmness and confidence. No pride, no fear, only a precise grasp of the situation. All of this was unfolding perfectly according to his preset rhythm. Now, all he had to do was wait, wait for the target to appear.

Eltharion bit the bowstring in his mouth and held the chain tightly, admiring the unique distortion of Nagarond while searching. Now he didn't have the mind to think that he would stay in this city for a long time, nor did he have the mind to see the huge military camp in the north. He was just curious now, he just wanted to find the target and see who could make Daquus do such a thing.

Soon, he discovered something. He was not sure, but he had a strong feeling in his heart, as if somehow... that was the goal of this operation. His eyes widened and he turned to look at the calm Daquus.

The target finally appeared.

Instantly, Dacus' heartbeat froze. As he expected, the target had begun to move northward. He admitted that it was a gamble, but he was right. After seeing the target, he blew the horn without any hesitation.

But this time the horn sound was different from the previous ones, it was a long note.

The sound waves broke through the air again. This sound seemed to be the final verification of all the preparations, and also marked the beginning of the action! (End of this chapter)