Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 182 32. The Son of Nagareth

Now that the decision has been made, there is no need to hesitate. The team rested for a while, and Dacius asked Alyssa to let the speed silver dragonfly fly, and arranged troops according to the order they entered the field.He also asked the dignitaries and animal trainers to put forward some opinions and how to deal with emergencies.He doesn't have the traditional Drucci authoritarianism, and he has never been used to using his subordinates and soldiers as cannon fodder. Maybe it's because he didn't command a large army to fight?
After weighing for a while, these Druccis began to talk about possible emergencies. The experienced Dorian said a lot, and Dacius adopted some and made corresponding arrangements.

The speed silver dragonfly has a good mechanism and function, but it also has great disadvantages. It is not the problem of the operator, but limited to the shape of the dragonfly.It is not as easy to use as the drone or bird-like aircraft. The dragonfly can only fly to the mid-air that is not too high. It is shaken by the wind and may fall at any time. The result is as expected, shaking for a while It just fell down, and the specific investigation situation was not very good. With a glance at the endless fog, nothing could be seen.But Dacius didn't set up a FLAG, saying that he should pay attention to the mechanism after going back, and change the shape of the speed silver dragonfly.

It was midday, but the leaden sky was beginning to darken, and a sickly gray color appeared around the team, as if foreshadowing something.There was an indescribable coldness in the air, not the coldness brought by the weather and the cold wind, but a silent coldness that spread continuously and penetrated deep into the bones of the Druccis.

The Duruccis drank hot water and wine, oiled their swords, and strung their crossbows, preparing nervously. Some of them had been with Dacius for a long time and knew Dacius' character. If they are carefully arranged, it means that the situation they will face in a while is likely to be extremely dangerous, and their future is bright, so they don't want to throw themselves here.

The newly joined Du Luqi is also preparing nervously, checking for omissions. After getting along with each other for half a year and building this team, they also know Dacius' style.The Cold One and the warhorse were also neighing restlessly, as if they sensed the upcoming danger, and the things in the mist might be ready to wait for them to crash into them.

Soon, the slopes are dotted with dozens of frozen moss-covered boulders and low dry grass and vast expanse of snow painted in unpredictable, otherworldly colours.Everything is rippling with the wind in the unpredictable light and shadow, it seems that the wisps of mist in front of it glow with life and consciousness, like a gate of hell that is about to open.Dacius could feel that sense of unease getting stronger. If it wasn't for the fact that there was no way around, he really didn't want to crash into it.

Dacius arranged the Scourge chariots in a formation of five in front and five in back, two on the left and two on the right, while the Cold Ones lined up in four waves, the first wave was commanded by him, the second wave was commanded by Maranul, and the The three waves are commanded by Celile, a child of the Hell's Calamity family. Celile has served in the Ebon Claws for many years and has rich experience.The fourth wave was commanded by Dorian.

"This is such a ghostly place!" Maranul held up the Soul Eater, chewing chewing tobacco in his mouth, Kewell was on his left, but at this time Kewell did not have the usual pomposity, but was serious He looked at the mist and nodded in response.

After the team was ready, Dacius chewed his chewing tobacco and turned his head to look at the sorceresses.The sorceresses nodded solemnly to him, and began to manipulate the wind of magic to add magic to the team.He didn't yell to set off, nor did he yell the slogan of Zhong Er, but directly blew the horn.

The team accelerated into the fog under the buff of magic.

Ahead, the Calamity Walker chariot led by Kallion almost disappeared in the soft mist. Dacius suppressed the growing sense of uneasiness and continued to move forward.

The mist hungrily devoured Drucci and the Cold One, muffled sound as well as sight.Dacius could only see some outlines in the mist.Two huge obelisks appeared on either side of him, engraved with the ancient circular sigil of Ulthuan.Faintly, he could hear the clicking sound of Silly's powerful hind legs stepping on the bare stone.

"Is there really a road here? The old road? Or some Lost Legion?"

More silhouettes emerged, clustered on either side of the path, where rotting chariots, broken wooden boxes, helmets, armour, swords, and spearheads abounded.

Dacius turned his head and stared ahead, trying to see the traces and wheel marks of the Scourge's chariot. He vaguely felt misplaced. Maybe the fog was more complicated than he imagined.He turned his head and glanced at the Cold One knights behind him, and found that the three rows behind him were still following him. The Cold One knights behind him met his gaze and looked at him. He nodded to the Cold One knights .

"Accelerate!" Dacius ordered directly. His voice sounded strange and vague. After his ears heard it, a trace of disbelief flashed in his mind, as if the words did not come from his mouth.

The first Cold One knights held the Soul Eater aloft and began to accelerate.Dacius felt that he could catch up with Karleon, but the fog obviously distorted his sense of distance.

It took several minutes for Dacius to see the traces of Karleen, and a strange thing happened!The Scourge chariot that opened the way in front was moving slowly, and the always reliable Karleon did not drive the chariot at full speed. The beast trainers on the left and right sides of the chariot platform kept watching the rear, as if looking for something , turning a blind eye to the Cold One knight who was already approaching, as if he didn't exist.

Dacius was not stupid, he knew that Karleon had slowed down and was waiting for the team behind him, he felt a chill passing over his skin.

The wind moaned faintly in the mist, more like the sound of a horn in the distance?

After the sound of the horn, the fog seemed to be thinner, but the fog seemed to be alive again, hovering beside Dacius incessantly.Meanwhile he saw more of his surroundings, piles of armor, broken shields and notched swords, battered chariots and horses' vests resting in their rotting marks.A flagpole leaned diagonally amidst a mass of breastplates, helms, and mail.Banners were covered with clots of dried blood and hung listlessly in the mist.

Dacius could taste the fear in the air, which smelled bronze, like spilled blood.

At this moment, the animal trainers who were watching from the front finally saw the team behind them, and Dacius could even clearly see the relieved expressions of those animal trainers.

The team didn't stop, but kept going.

Dacius began to notice more details. The inscriptions on the elaborate chariots and armor stood out. The polished Iselama silver had a faint blue glow. He began to see skeletons among the piles of armor. head.Some still bear the skull of the owner, its jaws gaping wildly in silent screams of pain or rage.

A light suddenly lit up in the fog ahead, and a light blue light permeated the fog. As the team got closer, the light became brighter and brighter.

The roads were packed with chariots and baggage wagons, and the wreckage of a retreating army was evident, victims torn apart by teeth, claws and blades.The fallen bodies of the victims were everywhere, with dead hands clutching their weapons as they died.

Dacius felt his skin tremble with the impending battle, and he got goosebumps.But there was no sound in his ears.He held the god Quiteli's halberd tightly, and the familiar feeling of the halberd gave him some comfort.

The air trembled with soundless screams.

Suddenly, a large number of figures appeared on both sides of the team, and Dacius saw a terrifying scene. An army of the dead stood horizontally on the road, shining with the mysterious light of the tomb.Ithilama silver armor, gleaming in a pale blue light, hung from the soldier's skeleton.Some of the dead held spears and swords, while others held clawed hands.There were dots of cold blue light flickering in the eye sockets of the dead, and a silent cry of despair came from their open jaws.

Standing at the forefront is a prince of Nagareth. His Ithilama silver armor bears the obvious Nagareth logo. In his right hand, he holds a majestic long sword with the inscription Rune, obviously that sword is an antique, even higher than the level that Dacius encountered in that inversion.In his left hand he held a battered banner of Nagaryth, its tattered hem blowing in the wind and dripping with blood.

"Who disturbed our rest?" the dead prince cried and growled, his voice weak and sharp, like the sound of wind blowing through stone.

Prince Nagareth turned his helmeted head to Karion, who was at the front, and his scorching gaze fell on the animal trainer like a sharp sword.

Karleon's pupils suddenly widened, and he felt his heart shrinking under the gaze of this strange being. His heart seemed to be frozen. Around him, he could vaguely feel that there were still dead people standing up. .He regained his senses in shock and fear and tightened the reins. In the past few years, he has traveled all over the north and south with Master Dacius and experienced countless things. He has seen many strange things. Yes, he quickly got rid of that negative influence.Moreover, he was not driving the Cold One chariot. He knew that the Scourge Walker chariot was not suitable for breaking through the frontal formation, but he did not use his empathy ability. The charge made room.

One of the resurrected dead uttered a terrible wail, and at the sound the ranks of the dead charged forward, as if longing to fight an enemy who would bleed to death at their swords.

No negotiations, no representations!This former prince of Naggaroth was probably Aenarion's best general, maybe Morathi knew him, maybe Malekith had seen him in his childhood.But it's meaningless now, more than [-] years have passed, and a large part of the former Nagareth people have become Drucci, and the atmosphere is here, there is no reminiscence at all, these dead Will some sacrifice and victim be satisfied?So who are the victims and offerings?How will Dacius lead this team in the future.

Instead of shouting slogans like Spear and Shield, Drucci, etc., Dacius blew the horn again.

With the sound of the horn, the following three waves of Cold One knights began to speed up, and the first wave of Cold One knights accelerated with all their strength.

"Who will stand on my cold sarcophagus and warm my bones with blood?" With the creak of ancient armor, Prince Nagaryth took another step forward.

Accompanied by the angry hissing of the Cold One, the first wave of Cold One knights simultaneously lifted the Soul Eater horizontally, pointing the tip at the enemy that was about to collide, and then the Cold One knights roared and rushed towards the army of the dead.

The battle between the sons of Nagaryth began.

"What are you talking about?"

The air was filled with bloody screams as the two forces collided with a massive rip.Dacius lost sight of the banner-waving prince of Nagaryth among the howling dead.The fast-charging Cold One brutally charged into the army of the dead, the ancient bodies of the Cold One and the Soul Eater Crusher, throwing shards of armor and bone back into the ranks of their brethren.

"Fight for death and destruction! For His Majesty the Witch King! For Krakalund! Drucci! Go!" Maranul roared loudly while holding the Soul Eater tightly.

Immediately, the second wave of Cold One knights crashed in.

Dacius was not willing to throw down this high-quality halberd, and began to stab and chop in small increments. The other Cold One knights abandoned the Soul Eater after the Soul Eater was damaged, or when there was no room to use it.They stood up from the saddle one after another, pulled the serrated blade out of the scabbard, raised the blade high and chopped.

In the mysterious fog, Drucci's battle cry sounded, and the sword light flashed, and it swept across the crazy procession of the dead, tearing limbs, torsos and skulls.Withered flesh and rotting tendons kept falling apart, and the yellow and white bones were ground into powder under the trampling of the Cold One.

The ferocious charge of the Knights of the Cold One would shock the mortal horde, but the howling dead showed no fear, perhaps because the battle-hardened dead had experienced something worse before, and the dead swept over Drutch like a flood.Each dead warrior torn to shreds was instantly replaced by another, battering the armored Cold One knights with blades, spears, and claws.

"Forward! Forward!" Dacius roared amidst the noise, his halberd blade kept slashing at the crazy dead.The Silly Bullaji threw its head up and lashed out at its attackers, biting the rotting corpses in half and scattering their remains in an arc.He drove Silly Bullaji forward, and rushed into another group of screaming dead, who made a sound like splitting wood, shattered.

There was a banging sound on the lizard armor, and when the dead man's weapon bit deeply into Silly's scales, Silly let out an angry roar.

The corroded spear tip grazed Dacius' left shoulder armor, drawing a bloodstain on the back of his neck.The dead man's limp hands clutched at the slick armor that encased his legs, struggling to pull him from the saddle.Ren next to him roared and swung the jagged long sword, cutting off the wrist and forearm of the deceased. The hinge of the rusted armor made a cracking sound, and the skeleton scattered all over the place.

(End of this chapter)