Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Sulefit is Morathi's favorite mount, described as coal-black, a dark pegasus with huge wings and burning eyes, and mists emanating from its nostrils, reminiscent of the poisonous gases that belch from the rifts in the Chaos Wastes.

Although it is a dark pegasus, it is a worshiper of Morathi and enjoys looking at the witch with eyes full of lust, hatred, curiosity and twisted love. When Morathi strokes its cheek, it will whine with pleasure at the spells woven in Morathi's hands.

As for the rest, only Morathi and Sulefit know...

Now, Sulefit took off with Morathi on his back, gradually gaining altitude and flying towards the north.

As the wind whistled past, Morathi looked down at the wound that was still bleeding. Although she barely managed to resist Hellebron's attack, Cain's power was deeply embedded in her body, and the pain was like a tearing tear that she could not bear. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on recovering from her injuries.

She quickly cast black magic and summoned the healing power of Deha. The cold Deha surrounded her wound and penetrated into her skin. However, the healing process was beyond her expectations. The wound did not recover as it was before. The blood from the wound gradually stopped flowing, but the healing effect was far less smooth than she expected.

The skin around the wound is still swollen and difficult to heal. What is left in the end is not smooth skin, but hideous scars, like deeply engraved marks, carrying a malice and ugliness that cannot be ignored.

"HELLEBONE!"

Morathi's face turned pale in an instant, and a trace of uncontrollable anger flashed in her eyes. She let out a low roar, her voice full of pain and resentment.

Her roar pierced the air, echoing around the city walls and attracting the attention of the soldiers on the walls. At that moment, her heart was filled with the desire for revenge, almost making her want to turn around and pounce on Hellebron again, turning this humiliation and pain into fatal revenge. But it was only a moment, and this idea dissipated from her mind.

She would settle Hellebron's account, but not now.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. Her reason took over again and she gradually regained her clear thinking. She realized that Hellebron was not her only enemy, and the situation she was in was more complicated than she had imagined.

There is no doubt that she was fooled by her good son. Perhaps the last time she used the self-torture trick, her son started to take advantage of the situation and plotted against her.

Although Dacus has not appeared in Naggaroth for a long time, he still has great prestige and influence. As long as the title of Hand of the Witch King is there, as long as the position of Chief Archon is there, as long as the Hellbane Family is there, as long as Asheril can continue to provide supplies to Naggaroth, it makes no difference whether he is in Naggaroth or not.

Clarkalond was run by the Hell's Disaster Family and was completely unmanageable. The assassination of Dacus could only remain an idea, not an actual action.

Morathi knew that if Dakwus died in Naggaroth, the lizardmen in the jungle would react, which was something that neither she nor her son could bear, and Naggaroth also needed supplies from Asheril. Not only would the lizardmen in the jungle react, but Kerakalond would also react, and a civil war would break out. Once Kerakalond became chaotic, it would completely destroy the war potential of Duruchi.

and so……

The best approach would be to gather the armies of Naggaroth and convene a dark council the moment Darkus sets foot on Naggaroth's soil again.

Everything was going according to Moras's plan.

Dacuus returned from Asheril with the fleet and supplies needed to attack Ulthuan. The moment he set foot on Naggaroth, he would receive news of the attack on Ulthuan. Once such an important decision is made, it cannot be stopped or opposed. He can only compromise and continue to step on the Black Ark and participate in the attack on Ulthuan before he can gain a firm foothold.

She had troops, fleets, and supplies. In addition to these, Morathi also summoned a large group of Chaos servants from the north as cannon fodder. As long as Dacreus set foot on Ulthuan, she would have a way to kill him. By then, the Lizardmen who were angry about Dacreus' death might also join the attack on Ulthuan.

result……

The moment Sulefit flew over the city wall, the cold wind blew on Morathi's face, stinging her wounds. The scene in front of her became clearer and clearer as her vision changed. The army of Clarkalond began to move. The neat and orderly military formation and the mighty momentum made her heart tighten.

The echo of reason finally made her realize the truth of the matter, piercing her heart. Her eyes suddenly focused and her face suddenly turned pale. She should have realized all this earlier, should have seen the betrayal hidden in this plan earlier. All the plans and preparations were a huge scam, a trap tailor-made for her.

The anger in her heart exploded instantly, but it was followed by a deeper fear and powerlessness. She understood that Malekith had no intention of launching an attack on Ulthuan right now.

Perhaps from the very beginning, Malekith always stood on the side of Dacreus, and Malekith did not target her. All this was just a means to purge the disobedient forces and pave the way for Dacreus' return, and she was just a byproduct, who came to him on her own.

Her son, the son she had trusted so much and for whom she had given everything, had actually set up this game and treated her as a pawn on the chessboard. All her efforts were just a prelude to this betrayal. Malekith had played her, and his thoughts were no longer limited to what she could understand.

Thinking of this, the flames of anger surged up in Morathi's heart again, but she quickly suppressed the resentment, as if the coldness of the years had made her lose all her strength. She took a deep breath, stared at the orderly marching army of Clarkalond, and suddenly felt that everything had become meaningless.

She thought she was prepared for everything, even ready to break the existing situation. But now, it all seemed so absurd. Her fate was controlled by the people closest to her, and all her efforts were just a part of Malekith's chess game to eliminate the disloyal forces.

"I failed."

She murmured in a low voice, her voice filled with deep despair and pain. She closed her eyes, as if she didn't want to look at the world in front of her anymore. She was fooled by her own son, no, she was even left far behind by Malekith, without even a chance.

When she opened her eyes again, the fire in her heart had been completely extinguished, replaced by a bone-chilling chill and deep helplessness. She looked at the neatly arranged Clarkalond army below, and every emotion in her heart became silent. The last moment, she was ready to launch an attack, but now, all this seemed so ridiculous.

She knew that Malekith had pushed her to the edge of the cliff, and any action she took would only accelerate her destruction. She knew that if she continued to struggle, her only outcome would be to completely trap herself in this endless dead end.

At this moment, she almost gave up all hope, as if the wind in the sky had taken away everything she had. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

Sulefit flew very fast and had already flown over the military camp of Gorond, but her eyes did not fall on the troops that no longer belonged to her. She knew that she could no longer take these forces away.

Although she had lost contact with the troops, she still could not give up this last glimmer of hope. She knew that although Malekith had betrayed her, her identity as a mother always allowed her to maintain a weak bond with Malekith. She did not believe that Malekith would let her die. After all, the blood-related family ties were the most inseparable part of Malekith. Even if they were exhausted over thousands of years, there was still a trace of them.

She lowered her head slightly and stared at her pale hands. This road may no longer be the road to victory she had imagined, but as long as she could survive, she would still have the opportunity to negotiate with the future. She was no longer the angry mother who only knew how to resist, but a woman who knew how to survive in a cruel situation. She knew that now she could only wait for an opportunity, waiting for the moment to turn the tables.

After losing her army, the Chaos army entrenched in Gorond is her only bargaining chip. This force may become the key to her counterattack in the future game with Malekith and Daxus.

Laws? The only laws Naggaroth has are those designed to restrain the weak.

"Live, live..."

She kept reminding herself that even though the road ahead was full of thorns, even though she had been betrayed and suffered setbacks, as long as she could survive, she still had hope of turning defeat into victory. The determination in her eyes gradually rose, and she raised her head and looked at the sky ahead. The vast sky seemed to carry her last bit of stubborn faith.

"I won't fall down like this!"

She murmured in a low voice, as if she was swearing to herself. As these words fell, Sulefit suddenly flapped her wings higher and flew faster. She no longer stayed in the shadow of the past, but flew towards the north, towards Gorond, towards the possible way out, firmly.
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The high-altitude formation was separated and divided into three groups. Kudnos, who was carrying Drusala and Talos in the front and center, was responsible for the second round of attacks, while Carmine, who was carrying Colonia, followed behind Kudnos and was responsible for providing magical support.

Splinterwin and Scarandil, who are on the left and right, are HQ, which means HEADQUARTER, which refers to the headquarters in military terminology. In the original plan, their task is to bring the assault ship to high altitude, and they will not participate in the first two waves of strike missions.

This is also the reason why he decided to install a crossbow at the last minute, and this is also the reason why he brought Isharion with him. Just as he said to Isharion: Since you are here, listen more, watch more, ask more, and think more, otherwise wouldn’t it be a waste of time?

As for archery, he actually didn't expect it at all. The probability was no less than that of Pinduoduo being able to cut a knife. He didn't think that Eltharion could hit the target, nor did he think that Kerillian, Talos, and Gilead could hit the target. In his imagination, archers were more likely to pose a threat to the target and respond to changes.

Shooting arrows while maneuvering at high speed in the air, shooting at a small target moving at the same high speed is a very abstract thing. This is not on land, the Twilight sisters bully the opponent who has no air strike force, let Sesin-Hal stay in the air, hanging over the opponent's head, shooting at the ground target from a high bottom. After all, an arrow is an arrow, not a machine gun, let alone a missile. It is not like a fighter jet locking the target through radar and firing a missile or putting the target into the scope and firing a machine gun. This involves physics, space, magic, etc. The second thing is to practice for a long time, and the problem is that there is no practice before.

Of course, even though he said so, he still gave each shooter a guide before the formation was formed. After all, there is always a chance of something happening...

When the target moved to the north of the huge military camp and still had no intention of landing, Daxus looked back, his eyes passing over the Reaper crossbows and artillery crews, and finally resting on the assault ships that were carrying a heavy mission.

Before setting off, the sorceresses carried a heavy square box in their hands. The surface of the box was covered with runes and complex devices. The box was definitely used to hold things, and the stool under the buttocks was a stool. There was no head or strange things in the box, just a large, round sphere.

Dacus discovered the black box device in Altdorf and asked Aegirether to bring it back to Naggaroth. The sphere is the crystal produced by the black box, a concentrated energy carrier, and a mystical sphere containing a strong Aegir wind.

As the fleet flew south of Nagarond, the sorceresses had already embedded the arcane orb into the engine of the assault ship. The black flag, symbolizing readiness, quietly rose and fluttered in the wind, announcing to everyone the upcoming action.

Daxus took a deep breath and raised the Spicazuma horn in his hand again.

This time, the horn sounded deep and profound, with two long and one short beats. This horn sound was different from the previous signal, it carried some kind of meaningful instruction, as if it was urging hidden power.

Hearing the horn, Splinterwin and Scarandil leaned almost at the same time. Splinterwin on the right side of the formation slowly tilted to the left, his huge body like a moving mountain. At this moment, Dacus had the illusion of walking on his cousin's back, but fortunately he would not fly out suddenly.

Meanwhile, Scarandil on the left also tilted his body and slowly shifted to the right. The two dragons gracefully completed the movement in the air, laying the foundation for the next steps.

"Get ready!" As the dragon tilted, a sorceress grabbed the chain on her belt, steadied herself, took a deep breath, and loudly gave the order. Her voice was clear and firm, and was quickly conveyed to the soldiers on the assault ship.

Some soldiers on the assault ship moved upon hearing the sound. They did not panic or run around randomly on the deck. They skillfully took down the bolt cutters hanging on the fence. They were made by the hands of the priests of Kolonia and Val. They were sharp and tough. They adjusted their stance, fixed their bodies in the designated position, and steadily aimed the jaws at the iron chain that fixed the assault ship. A tense atmosphere enveloped everyone. Everyone held their breath and waited for orders.

"Cut!" the sorceress ordered.

With six crisp metal breaking sounds almost simultaneously, the assault ship that was previously firmly fixed on the dragon's spine broke free of its restraints, trembling slightly, and then the tail was the first to break away from the dragon's spine, and the ship body slid along with it, and finally the entire assault ship was pulled by gravity and fell straight down. It cut through the air at an irresistible speed and disappeared from sight.

Dacus took a look, but his vision was blocked by the other raiders that had not yet been released, and he could only hear the whistling of the wind. He frowned, then turned his head to look in the direction of Skarandil, his eyes locked on the last raider on the dragon's spine. In just a few seconds, the raider also completed the slide, broke away from the dragon's back, and fell straight to the ground.

Feeling the free fall, the sorceress closed her eyes, and an indescribable excitement and calmness surged in her heart. She was firmly fixed by the chains and stood firmly at the control position of the assault ship. She took a deep breath, then slowly spread her hands and raised them diagonally above her head. Her movements were smooth and firm, as if she had merged with the assault ship, controlling this latest weapon of Clarkarond.

After a while, the assault ship's falling speed gradually slowed down, the oppressive feeling brought by gravity gradually disappeared, and finally the entire ship was frozen in the air, as if time had stopped.

The soldiers on the deck got a moment to catch their breath at this moment. They huddled up behind the fence, holding onto the fence with both hands, staring at the sorceress with her eyes closed.

Then, the bow of the ship began to tilt, and soon after, the hull of the assault ship underwent drastic adjustments, as if a giant beast was twisting in the air, adjusting its posture and preparing for the upcoming dive.

At that moment, the entire sky seemed to be swallowed up, and all the surrounding scenery turned into nothingness. Only the assault ship was standing alone in the darkness, like a lone star before dawn in the night.

The assault ship's tail jet suddenly lit up, spurting out a ball of light blue flame that quickly spread and shone in the air.

However, the existence of this flame was only a moment of brilliance. Almost at the same moment, the flame suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

But in the next second, the light blue flame gushed out again. This time, it did not disappear, but continued like a raging wave. The flames cut through the sky and ignited turmoil in the whole world.

The assault ship moved, and the huge force pushed the ship with irresistible speed and determination, causing the surrounding airflow to distort. The shape of the ship became almost blurred, and every second was filled with a huge sense of impact. Every inch of space in the air was making way for this attack. The assault ship was like a shot arrow, breaking through the silence in the air and diving towards the target without hesitation.

In the Krakaronde army, a Dread Spearman who had moved saw this scene and was deeply shocked by the scene in the sky. At this moment, he felt that the heaven and earth were bowing to this power. The strange floating ship was like a messenger of the Pale Queen, swooping down from the sky with an irresistible sense of oppression and a destructive determination.

"The sky..." He murmured in a low voice, his voice almost swallowed by the shock, full of uncontrollable fear and shock.

No sound was allowed in the army formation, this was the discipline of the Duruchi army. But even so, the soldiers who saw this scene still couldn't help but murmur in a low voice, the fear and anxiety in their hearts had broken through their reason and self-control.

Edmund, who was walking, keenly caught this almost imperceptible whisper. He raised his eyebrows, turned his head instantly, and scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes.

The soldiers were still marching, but they all raised their heads and locked their gazes at the sky. Everyone's attention was attracted by the sudden scene.

Edmund, who had intended to maintain the discipline of the army, could not suppress his curiosity and turned his head to look up at the sky. When he saw that scene, time froze at this moment and his eyes widened involuntarily.

Not only Edmund, but also Kelly, Kadov, the descendants of the Hell's Disaster Family, and the soldiers from Clarkaronde, all of them locked their sights on the floating fleet in the air as if being pulled by some invisible force. Those strange ships, like bread crumbs falling, continuously fell from the sky, one after another, and one after another rushed towards the target without hesitation.

The atmosphere of the entire army instantly froze, the air seemed to become heavy, and the soldiers held their breath unconsciously. The pressure from the sky was like a huge rock pressing on everyone's heart, making everyone's heartbeat accelerate, and fear and shock intertwined. The arrival of each ship was like a prelude to the final judgment, and every moment of starting was accompanied by the breath of destruction.

But the commanders who had seen the raider before and vaguely knew who it was going to deal with showed imperceptible smiles. After all, they were not blind. They saw who just passed over the army and flew to the north.

When the lowering of the assault ship was finally completed, Daxus turned to look at Malanul who was sitting on Scarandil's back. The two brothers seemed to have some kind of silent understanding. They looked at each other for a moment, then raised their fists and made a brief physical communication with each other. At this moment, it seemed as if their heartbeats were completely synchronized.

After a brief exchange, Daxus turned his gaze to Isharion, who was lowering his head and swaying constantly. His smile was full of understanding, because he knew that Isharion, a native of the land, had never seen this before and must be filled with shock and confusion.

"Are you ready?" Daxus' voice was low and calm, as if he had foreseen the situation that was about to happen.

After he finished speaking, he suddenly laughed. He thought of the time when he was in Elsing Alvin. Before he started negotiating with the red dragons, he thought about a lot of things, such as...

A unique performance was performed, with the Reaper crossbows in various positions launching air attacks. It would be best if there were densely packed defense balloons and assault ships shuttling through the sky, showing that Duruchi had the confidence to fight against the red dragons, and thus deterring these grumpy red dragons.

result……

There is a world of difference.

Eltharion's gaze was called back, and although he still had the bowstring in his mouth and was unable to respond, he reacted quickly, raised his left hand, clenched it into a fist, and then pointed his thumb at Dacreus.

"No, you didn't!"

Daxus chuckled, a hint of teasing in his tone, then he took a deep breath and put the horn to his lips.

This time the horn sounds were no longer two long and one short, but were exceptionally long, low and distant, penetrating the air, symbolizing the beginning of the action.

All preparations have been completed. The stage is ready, the lights are on, the audience is there, the actors are there, and the performance is finally about to begin. (End of this chapter)