Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 183 33. The Road Ahead

The dignitaries of Du Luqi are all fighting hard, there is no nonsense, no water, and no black hands, sniping and hoping that such and such a hostile will fall.In the team that Dacius is currently leading, there is no disagreement or hatred for the time being, and they all know that if they don't fight bravely at this time, they might have to let go.

Dorian struggled to chop down a dead man. He found that the dead man was not simple. From the appearance of his clothes, he seemed to be a general or officer like an adjutant.Before he could enjoy his short-lived victory, a dead man's spear pierced deeply into the gap between the shoulder armor. Dodged the blow.The dead man's sudden change of movement surprised him, but soon an arrow from a harpoon crossbow pierced into the dead man's helmet, and the dead man flew out with the strength, knocking down the dead man behind him.

Then the claws of the rest of the dead grabbed Dorian by the shins and dragged him from the saddle.He fell on his back on the stones of the road, and beside him stood a crowd of maddened dead.Stormy blows fell like hailstones on his black steel armor.He growled in pain as a spear point found another gap in his left gauntlet and drove in deeply.The ax fell on his left knee, the black steel armor was still intact, but the joint was sprained from the impact, a chipped sword blade slashed across his forehead, and a curtain of blood fell from either side of his temple.

Dorian roared frantically, and he swung his jagged long sword at the dead man's leg.The armed dead fell on top of him, their cold hands clawing at his face and throat.His Cold One growled and twirled its tail, knocking off the foe next to him.With a jerk he flung his dead man from him, slashing with his serrated longsword, crushing the dead man's skull.He staggered to his feet, propelled by the frenzy of the fight, even as his mind battled the rising tide of panic.Without warning, his sprained knee gave way.A steel rope was attached to his ankle, and he began to be dragged, the beast tamer on the Scourgerunner's chariot pulling him out of the field.

The other Scourge chariots were still looking for opportunities to attack on the edge, slashing and slashing inwards, and the beast trainers on the chariot platform kept waving, throwing spears and pouring arrows from the harpoon crossbow Arrow, to share the pressure for the Cold One knights.

Prince Nagaryus rushed to Dacius's side, his gleaming blade flickered like a poisonous snake's tongue, and attacked Dacius.

"Hey!" Walter on the other side of Dacius yelled suddenly, and then smashed the ancestral legendary leaf hammer at the blade of Prince Nagareth.

Dacius twisted his body on the saddle, turned around and swung his war halberd. Under the interference of Walter, Prince Nagares's stabbing missed. Prince Nagaryth parried the blow with extraordinary speed.

Prince Nagaryus swung the blade again, Dacius leaned back, and then let out a cry of pain, the blade drew a cold bloodstain on his cheek.Blood trickled down his face, steam rising from the edges of the frozen wound.

Dacius could hear other screams and growls around him now, as the momentum of the Cold One's charge was exhausted, and the Knights of the Cold One were surrounded by an endless tide of the dead.He leaned forward again and slashed at Prince Nagareth's head, but Prince Nagareth did not flinch or flinch, but bent down, took the blow with his helmet, and slashed at his calf.The blade drew a neat crack on the black steel, he gasped, this sword is not simple, he felt his calf a little numb.

Dacius roared, and slashed at Prince Nagareth's face again.Prince Nagareth leaned back slightly. Suddenly, a scorching amber spear appeared out of thin air and stabbed at the joint of Prince Nagareth's neck. Just as it was about to hit, the amber spear deflected and pierced into the In the pile of dead behind.

"He has magic props for magic deflection!" Alyssa's roar changed her tone, and then she cast another amber spear, which was deflected again without accident.

The other three sorceresses were also pouring out their magic. The sky suddenly exploded, and a burning black chaotic lightning split from the sky towards the team of the dead behind Prince Nagareth, temporarily blocking the attack of the dead.

The dark tentacles rolled outwards and grabbed Prince Nagareth, but Prince Nagareth seemed to have no sense and was still attacking.

"Magic doesn't work on this monster!" shouted Drusala.

"I'll deal with this monster." Dacius knew that Prince Nagareth was the core of the team, and if Prince Nagareth was eliminated, the army of the dead would be eliminated, unless the army of the dead was also invincible. characteristic.

Obviously this prince of Nagareth is somewhat unusual. It is not unreasonable to be able to stand out and lead a battle-hardened Nagareth army on an expedition during the time of Aenarion, and there must be something peculiar about this prince of Nagareth Magic items, weapons, and Ythilama silver armor are also remarkable items.

Flanais acted as a fulcrum in the distance to resist the crazy attack of the dead, and the followers around Dacius were also blocked. At this time, he could only rely on himself. Thinking of this, he felt a little angry and excited.

Prince Nagaryus leaped forward, swinging his blade in a brutal arc, thrusting at Dacius' armor.

Dacius swung the halberd of the god to block, and the halberd was shining with light, but at this time the halberd did not have that kind of magic. The flame attack and the effect of cutting iron like mud were not at all effective when dealing with Prince Nagareth. It doesn't work, and there is no such dimensionality reduction blow in the past.He yanked off his boots from the stirrups, kicked Prince Nagares fiercely with the pointed shoe armor, then abandoned the halberd, and took out half of his sword to strike Prince Nagareth's sword-holding wrist.

"What do you always worry about with your halberd?"

Prince Nagaryth backed away with a blood-curdling howl, his skull surrounded by leaping blue flames, his skeletal jaw gaping open in rage.

"I miss the Nth day of the big guy." Dacius snarled in response and pulled up the rein, and dragged Silly Braji to turn.The Cold One's muscular tail swung like a battering ram, smashing into Prince Nagaryth's chest.Prince Nagareth's body emitted dust and the sound of bone cracking, but Prince Nagareth's blade was still tightly held in his hand, ready to strike him again.

Dacius directly pulled out the Blade of the Ancestors, aimed at Prince Nagareth and fired directly, the fiery laser cut through Prince Nagareth's knees, and Prince Nagareth, who was still charging forward, fell suddenly. fell to the ground.

As Prince Nagareth fell, the dead in the mist wailed hysterically and desperately. Just as Prince Nagareth was still struggling to get up, an amber spear fell from the sky and hit his sword-holding arm. On the wrist, after Dacius slashed before, the wrist was damaged at this time. The amber spear did not deflect, and it was smashed down hard, and the wrist shattered.

While Drusala and Colonia were waving their staffs to block left and right, the Soul Stealing Art was still increasing its power to cast on Prince Nagares, and Prince Nagares, who had fallen to the ground, let out a painful cry scream.

At this moment, Walter emptied the dead on his left. The Cold One under him could no longer hold on and began to topple over. He pulled out the boots on the saddle stirrups and rolled towards Dacius, struggling with his limping feet. I didn't get up a few times.

"My Old One, grass! My lord, continue." Walter yelled hysterically, because a dead man was stepping on his lame leg, he kicked the dead man away with his good leg, and then awkwardly put His leaf hammer was thrown over.

Dacus has already jumped off the saddle of Silly, and the thick and powerful thighs of Silly have stepped on the lower body of Prince Nagaryus. The pedals creaked, and the bones and armor kept ringing. The sound of crackling.He reached out to catch the leaf hammer, limped over, swung the leaf hammer and smashed it at Prince Nagareth's head. Keep waving.

"80! 80! 40!" Dacius roared like he was possessed. Prince Nagaryus, who was lying on the ground and couldn't move, was still howling terrifyingly. Looking at the rotten skull of Prince Nagareth, finally Prince Nagareth's skull made a cracking sound, accompanied by a terrible groan, lying there no longer struggling.

"Stop struggling! Children of Nagareth! We are also children of Nagareth! The blood of the Children of Nagareth is not fit for the Children of Nagareth! You are dead! Rest in peace, you! Let your soul return to the embrace of the Pale Queen!" Dacius let out a painful roar, and he was shouting at the top of his lungs, but at this moment he did not feel the joy of victory.

The dead howled out of fear and pain. They understood Dacius' words and stopped attacking. They raised their claw-like hands in prayer.Then the dead hesitated for a moment, and the air was filled with strange howls again. Some of them turned and fled, some fell to their knees, and as they walked, they fell to the ground one by one, as if they had never gotten up before. All the same, the din of fighting died down.

Dacius felt a dull pain in his chest.It was as if a hot coal had been placed where his heart had been, and his lungs shrank from the heat.He wanted to retch, but couldn't.His heart felt contorted and torn, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth and splashed on his thigh.

"Sure enough, the elves in that period had two brushes. It was not without reason that they could exile the Chaos Demons at their peak. There is also a gap between princes and princes."

Dacius fell down after a short thought. He lay on the ground and looked at Prince Nagareth's unbroken armor.

"It's a good thing!"

At the same time, the fog is gradually dissipating, and the road ahead is opened.

(End of this chapter)