Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 210 60. The Lost Victory
Malus passed through a red mist that swallowed his voice and obscured his vision.He couldn't feel his arms, in fact, he didn't feel anything in his body now.He smelled metal and oil and blood and raw earth and old leather.He tried to speak, but he couldn't move his mouth.Instead, a low moan leaked from his lips.

"Shut up, your head was smashed open, and the brains are coming out, but luckily I'm helping you to put the brains back." The young knight showed his hand to Marus, the crumpled brain matter congealed In lumps, resting on the palm of his hand, blood and clear liquid oozed from between his fingers.His voice was low and eerie, as if echoing from the bottom of a grave.

Marus screamed in horror, he felt the passing wind blowing against the back of his head, it felt strangely chilly, like the wind went into his head and then came out from his eyes and ears.He heard a strange, sullen cry, and invisible hands seized him.The world was spinning, and he screamed again, and closed his eyes tightly against the red mist.

Malus felt like a leaf in the winter wind, falling gently to the ground.He heard a murmur beside him, a hum that he couldn't quite make out.He tried to summon his will, he forced himself to calm down, and slowly opened his eyes.

As the red mist receded, Marus lay on his back near a fire in the camp. He tried to raise his head, but only once, before a wave of piercing pain and nausea overwhelmed him.He put his head back again and closed his eyes.

"Where are we?" After a long time, Marus asked slowly.

"We have won, my lord. Our charge with the Behemoth was victorious, and the enemy called up their reserves, but our follow-on force broke the enemy's flank. The battle continued for a few more minutes, and the enemy's dreadlords seemed I recognized you and ordered his servants to catch you. However, being stopped by the knights, I killed the last servant of the dreadlord, but unfortunately let him escape." The face of the young knight His face was filled with the light of victory, and he said excitedly.

"Where's the army now?" Malus urged, having no time for such nonsense.

"Army? We are now between the ruins and the Blackwater Ferry. Lord Ferlan ordered the Cold One knights to pursue them. The infantry was regrouping in the ruins. It should be on the way to the Blackwater Ferry at this time. As far as I know They were hit hard."

"I understand! The enemy army didn't want to stop us on the ruins from the very beginning. The main force of the enemy army is waiting at the Blackwater Ferry. Furlan has fallen for it!" Marus suddenly understood why the enemy army on the ruins would be troubled. He is dead, he said excitedly while enduring the pain.

Marus hadn't seen a large number of Cold One knights on the ruins before, which was not normal at all. One must know that Hagrid Grave was a place where Cold Ones were abundant.If he had to guess, he guessed that the enemy originally planned to camp in the ruins, but the enemy's Dreadlord was forced to change his plan after learning of the huge losses of the vanguard.So set up an ambush in the shallows of the Blackwater Ferry, and use yourself as the bait first.Now the Nagol's army had taken the bait and rushed into the trap.

"Help me up!"

Malus rode Grudge past the tired-looking infantry, trying to force his aching brain to calculate distance and time, maybe time to salvage the situation.

After riding for nearly 10 minutes, Marus reached the top of the long snake team.With the Dreadlord's banner at the forefront, the old warrior marched with his men as tradition dictated.

"I heard your head was blown off in the ruins?" the Dreadlord said in a gruff, cheerful voice after a glance as Malus leaned beside him.

"I'm afraid this is your wishful thinking, but I think the enemy still has a chance, we were deceived!"

"what?!"

"The main force of the enemy is ambushing at the Blackwater Ferry, and it is likely to be fighting now. I will try to pull the Cold One knight out of the trap first, but we need a wall to prevent the enemy from pursuing."

"We'll stop them there!" The Dreadlord said with a heavy nod after thinking for a while.Then he turned and shouted his orders to his soldiers, and the trumpeter began to blow his horn.

"This is what I was born to do!" Malus nodded to the Dreadlord and moved on, his heart beating wildly, and in his mind he saw his plans coming together. , despite the critical situation, he was still excited by the power he had.He suddenly realized that he might never be able to command a real Drucci army in battle, and he couldn't suppress the bitterness for a moment.

That dream died along with his father Lehan!
The cruelty of the gods never ceases to amaze Malus, he loses too many chances, the slave raids targeted at Krakalond, then the temples of Zakhan in the north, and that damn soul dagger, it turns out is futile.Why didn't he accept his sister's invitation to join the sect of Slaanesh?His head started aching again thinking about it, and he rubbed his palm against his forehead, as if he could wipe the pain away with brute force.

After walking a long way, Marus encountered a group of fleeing dark riders. The armor of the dark riders was torn and bloodstained, and their faces were pale with exhaustion and fear.He gritted his teeth and pulled out his long sword. It seemed that the defeat had already begun.

"Stop!" Malus roared to the oncoming dark riders. When the dark riders didn't slow down, he pulled the reins and let the venom directly block the dark riders' escape path.

"Stop! Or you'll die!" Malus yelled again, and this time the dark riders reined in and stopped trembling.

"Who is the captain among you?"

"I am, Lord of Dread, the enemy is right behind us! They have set a trap in the shallows." The dark riders looked at each other, and one Drucci lowered his head and stammered.

"Who is the captain among you now?" Malus manipulated his venom and quickly swiped his sword to finish off the panicked captain. The captain's head was bouncing on the road, and he asked growling.

The surviving Dark Riders watched in horror as their captain's headless corpse slipped from the saddle and crashed to the ground.

"I am, Lord of Dread. What are your orders?" After a while, one of the dark riders took a deep breath and said.

"You follow me and collect more horsemen who have retreated from the battle in a moment, killing any soldiers who refuse to obey. The infantry is on the way and will be there in a few minutes. We are going to turn the tide. Do you understand?"

"I... yes, Lord of Dread. I understand." The newly promoted captain met Malus' eyes, and he summoned up his courage to say.

Malus nodded, and then continued to set off. More dark riders broke out on the road, and the young knight and the newly promoted captain began to yell at them to stop.

Even at full speed, the last stretch of the road seems to never end.

The farther Malus went, the more soldiers fled around him, many wounded and struggling to stay in the saddle.The routs shouted warnings of the danger behind him as he rushed, but he didn't even look.

Finally, Malus climbed a low hill and saw the Blackwater River just a few hundred meters away.His vision was obscured by a cloud of seething dust swirling in the melee raging near the river, and he realized immediately that his worst fears had come true.

Furland, Cold One Knight, Dark Rider, War Hydra, and a small number of infantry were besieged together and making their last resistance.

The trap was set, the Nagol's army was completely surrounded, and the remaining soldiers were fighting to the death.

As Malus watched, a group of enemy troops staggered away, nursing wounded horses, Cold Ones, and wounded men back to the safety of their camp.A war hydra was limping north across the bridge, the behemoth apparently too exhausted to continue the fight.

The Nagol's men took horrific casualties on Hagrid Grave's men, but it wasn't enough.The trapped beast is still fighting, and it will be over if it doesn't break through.

"Attack!" Marus laughed after watching the whole battle, and then rushed down the slope.

Resentment, as always, tirelessly rushed down the hillside, rushing towards the sad swordsman team on the periphery of the enemy.Malus adjusted his charge and passed through the narrow gap between the two centurions. He counted on the din of battle to cover his attack. When he approached, the centurion who was in command still spotted him. .

The battle broke out immediately, and Marus led the returning routs to slash left and right, and finally tore a hole.

When Malus rescued several besieged Cold One knights, the knights raised their weapons and saluted him.

"Keep fighting! Rescue is on the way! Where's Ferlan?"

Several Cold One knights who heard Malus shook their heads wearily to express their ignorance.

The battle was still going on around Marus, and suddenly he saw the Dreadlord who was in the ruins before, and he found the right time to manipulate Venom and rushed over.

The Dreadlord was using a mace to finish off a Cold One knight from the Nagol, when Venom approached him from the side and rear, he turned his head in horror, and then took a breath.He struggled to control the Cold One's rein, trying to turn the stupid pear under his crotch to face Malus, but he realized it was too late, and then let out a terrified and angry roar.

The long sword flashed, and Malus cut the general's neck. He grabbed his prize, and the helmet peeled off and fell to the ground.He held the prize aloft.A strong sense of déjà vu surged into his heart inexplicably, and quickly transformed into a burst of elation.

Marus thrust the trophy into the blade, roaring angrily, and he heard the desperate cries of the nearest enemy Cold One cavalry.At that moment, it was the sweetest voice he had ever heard.

By this time the nearby enemy Cold One knights had all retreated, shocked and dismayed by the death of the Dreadlord.

The soldiers on the Nagor cheered, and at this moment, Marus saw Furlan in the middle of the Cold One knights.

Furlan lost his helmet in the fight, his face convulsed with fear and rage.

"My general, the infantry has arrived and opened up a way for us to retreat. We must be quick before the enemy recovers from the chaos..." Marus walked to Ferlan's side and said anxiously.

"Retreat? The Nagor's army will not retreat! We will continue to advance, and when the battle is over, I will behead you because of your cowardice!" Ferlan's dark pupils narrowed in hatred, and interrupted Marus' words.

"Advance? The cavalry and giant beasts of our army are exhausted! We must retreat and regroup, the trap may close again at any time, then we will have no chance to escape!" Marus said in disbelief .

"Quiet!" Ferland screamed, trembling with rage, pointing at Malus with a gloved hand.

It was only then that Marus realized that Furlan hadn't even drawn out his sword until now.

"The dread lord's head belongs to a real warrior, not to a black blade or a traitor like you. Give me the head, get out of my sight, and I will deal with you after the battle." Furlan continued.

The exhausted soldiers of the Nagol could hardly hide their shock as they watched this scene, but no Drucci dared to deny the son of Barnes Barr, only the war hydra was gnawing on the corpse regardless.

Marus took the trophy from the blade, handed it to Furlan without saying a word, and then turned to leave.

"This is a victory for the Nagor!" Ferlan lifted the Dread Lord's hair and shouted to the soldiers in the audience.

It was as if Furlan had just chopped off the head from the dreadlord with his own hands. Just as he was doing so, Marus, who couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and hit his helmet with a side slap of the blade, and he screamed after being hit hard With a sound, he fell off the saddle.

For a while, the Druccis on the Nagor fell silent after hearing the sharp and piercing voice.

Malus waited, staring at each Durucci without saying a word.

"My lord general has been wounded, and now you are the only one to take over the command. What orders do you have?" After a while, a Cold One knight spoke.

"Sound the retreat horn, and the Cold One knights will regroup to cover the retreat. If we are lucky, we can drag the enemy's counterattack to our Soul Eater." Marus nodded, and then As if he hadn't just committed a serious act of mutiny.He looked at the trumpeters of Ferlan, and stared at these Druccis with a majestic gaze.

"Yes, my lord." The trumpeter said hoarsely, then put the horn to his lips, and blew a series of complicated notes.

The Cold One knights sprang into action, spreading the word to their scattered teammates.Around them, the dust began to settle and order emerged from chaos.The Cold One knights were in a state of disarray, and nearly half of the Nagor's elite soldiers were lost. It was a shocking loss by any standard, but the battle was far from over.

The horn sounded in Hagrid Grave's army too, with conflicting horn calls from different dreadlords one after another, but Marus didn't think it would last long, and Hagrid Grave's army was equally quick recover from the chaos.

"Knights! Go forward!" Marus raised his sword and shouted loudly.

(End of this chapter)