Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 228 78. What About You

Dark clouds and lightning have crossed the ridgeline of the Iron Mountains, moving relentlessly towards Gorond, and the army that responded to Dacius' call is slowly marching towards the northern storm, a cold wind that seems to have the smell of blood and iron Stirring the plains, brushing the faces of the weather-beaten Drutch army.

Durucci's soldiers remained silent, watching the storm in front of them coldly, while wild beasts and gigantic beasts roared uneasily under the driving of the beast trainers.

Dacius frowned and looked at the ridgeline in the distance. He saw that the sky in the far north was full of tumbling black and purple clouds.Lightning bolts stretched from the sky to the ground, and it took a long time before the deafening thunder resounded in his ears.

Lightning pierced the sky again, and Malus finally looked back at the infantry unit at the back of the palace. He saw the figure of the dread lord standing at the forefront of the army, waiting for the enemy to arrive.

"Stand still, you idiots!" the Dreadlord turned to look at his soldiers and bellowed tenaciously, even cutting through the loud thunder at one point.He then roared, "Look ahead! Those depraved beasts mustered up the courage to rush up this hillside and give their lives! They all made me laugh, and at this moment I want to kneel on the ground and thank the great god of blood hands Kane a boon, for I have never seen such a stupid enemy!"

The crossbow bolts hissed in the air and traced arc-shaped trajectories. When the crossbow bolts fell into the enemy army, none of the crossbow bolts fell on the ground.Howls of rage turned to screams of pain as lightning tore through the poorly equipped Chaos Waves.Hundreds of Yankees and Beastmen fell, their bodies trampled by their companions, and they continued to charge and move on.

The charging Chaos wave was already at the foot of the mountain as the Black Sharp Repeater crossbowmen quickly reloaded their crossbows.

"get ready!"

Another thundering bolt of lightning crashed into the Chaos Wave, killing and wounding hundreds more, its corpses tumbling to the bottom of the ramp.Savage Beastmen crawled over the battered corpses, or knocked their wounded companions aside, some crawled on all fours, trying to break into the nearby Drutch lines.

The black sharp crossbowmen suppressed the fear in their hearts, raised their crossbows and prepared to shoot again, and the wave of chaos was close at hand.

"Kneel down in the first two rows!"

As the dreadlord roared, the dreadspearman fell to one knee in obedience.

"Back row, fire!"

The crossbow arrows fired close to the face swept the Chaos wave, and the Chaos warriors in the front row fell like harvested wheat.

In less than a minute, the hillside turned into a killing field, and the bodies of the dead were everywhere. The retreating cavalry were amazed at the scale of the massacre.

The waves of Chaos rushed into Drucci's army, with a loud crash of steel tearing and crashing that echoed across the hillside.Axes, clubs, swords, and claws hammered shields and armour, and Drucci's army reeled under the weight of the onslaught.

Malus could hear the dreadlord's gruff voice spitting savage oaths at the army, who responded with a collective roar.Spears of gleaming black light lanced at the foe, and the furious howls of the Chaos Waves became screams of pain once more as Drutch soldiers pushed their training and discipline to the limit.

Soon, Drucci's soldiers were overwhelmed by the tide of chaos.

Marus turned his head and glanced at the retreating cavalry, he could see a trace of puzzlement and frustration on their pale faces.

The black and purple cloud followed the frustrated cavalry all the way back to Grond, and the thunder and lightning followed their heels as if to curse in despair.It took nearly an hour to retreat to Dagrond, and Malus looked back frequently throughout the retreat, wondering if the Dreadlord and his men were still fighting, though he knew that was unlikely.

As the cavalry entered the gates, the battlements were covered with sullen Drucci faces.

Marus looked up and saw a banner fluttering on the city wall, the heavy cloth fluttering listlessly in the cold wind, Nagareth's golden woven banner with the dragon symbol and crown on it, he knew that Malekith was carrying the Nagareth. Garond's army has arrived.He had imagined returning to Grond with a victorious army, listening to the sound of horns from the walls as he laid his sister's head before Malekith.

Now Malus had returned from defeat, and only the few cavalry he had led remained.He could feel the weight of each surviving soldier of his army staring at him as they entered Grond.As the last of his cavalry disappeared outside the walls of Grond, the mournful horns sounded from the walls.

Malus turned and looked behind him for the last time, and he saw the plain behind him being submerged by the marching tide of chaos, and he vaguely felt that this seemed to be the last time he would lead an army.

Nagalia's forces finally reached Grond.

The door creaked shut with the sound of its hinges turning.

A large number of Durucci soldiers were waiting and resting in the square, and one Durucci was waiting in the center of the square riding a huge Cold Lizard.

Marus walked over wearily, and even the venom under him was too tired, so he could only sniff at the soldiers feebly.

"You look like you're being dragged through a butcher's shop." Hirsis crossed his hands in the saddle and looked at Malus with a scrutinizing eye, and he said directly without preparing a preamble.

Walking through the butcher shop is an extremely unfriendly greeting in Drucci society, similar to the moment you are like a defeated dog, disheartened.

"A butcher's shop on fire." Malus corrected, glaring at Sirsis.

"His Majesty the Witch King wishes to hear your report." To Marus' surprise, Sirsis nodded solemnly, his expression becoming serious and businesslike.

Marus sighed, with a bitter smile on his blood-stained face, he wanted to say something but he didn't say it after all.

"Is there anything interesting to you?" Sirsis asked, frowning at Marus's strange expression.

"I was thinking, a thousand brave Duruccis just gave their lives because of me, so that I can be executed with peace of mind, let's go, don't keep His Majesty the Witch King waiting."

"It's better for the Witch King and the assembled Dreadlords to see their future." Sirthis offered to give Malus some time to get his grooming done, but he refused with a wry smile, he couldn't help thinking.

"Will my body wriggle like a snake for hours after the executioner needs to chop off my head?" Malus walked erratically, and he realized that he had been sitting in the saddle for two days in a row. It was a miracle that his legs were still moving.He didn't notice the pain of the wound. Due to the corrosion of the demon power, the wound healed very quickly, and he even thought about it bitterly.

Two tall gates were engraved with the emblem of Grond, and twenty Black Watch guards stood on either side to watch the large slow gates open impassively.

Sitting on the Iron Throne, Malekith looked at Marus uncertainly with his orange eyes, as if he was planning something.

Marus felt the burning eyes of Malekith and the Dreadlords on his skin like a branding iron. He looked around and didn't recognize any dignitaries familiar to him.

If the assembled Dreadlords expected Malus to cower under their gaze, they would only be disappointed.He glanced at them briefly, before focusing most of his attention on Malekith seated on the throne.

"I came here on your orders, Your Majesty the Witch King."

"Have you done my bidding, Malus of Hagrid Grave?" Malekith asked, his voice boiling from his helm like steam from a furnace.

"I was born to serve you, Your Majesty the Witch King."

"Then tell me everything you've done!"

Malus then recounted his actions upon his arrival in Grond and his failed raid on the Naggalia camp.He didn't miss a single detail, and he mentioned the heroism and self-sacrifice of the Dreadlord in the rear and his soldiers.

"It is because of their courage that I can stand here and tell these facts, Your Majesty the Witch King, I am ashamed that I led so many of the best fighters to death." Marus said shamefully.

"Your Majesty, he's quibbling. He's leading the troops to their deaths. That's part of his plan with his sister outside the city! The two of them wreaked havoc in Hagrid Graves last year."

"How big is Chaos' army?" Malekith ignored the sudden noise and continued to ask.

"I estimate that there are about [-] enemies, Your Majesty the Witch King."

Hearing this news, Malekith didn't continue to ask any questions this time, but looked at Marus uncertainly.

"If His Majesty is willing to kill me, or dedicate me to Nagalia, then let's start. I admit my failure." Marus couldn't take it anymore, and he collapsed.He was exhausted, his body was worn out, his knees were starting to ache, he said as he struggled painfully to stand up.

The Dreadlords froze as they were about to say something, and even Malekith seemed taken aback by Malus's weary candor.

"You took Nagalia to Grond as I ordered," Malekith said at last.

"But? Your Majesty, he lost more than half of Gorond's army!" a Dreadlord exclaimed.

"Yes, so. Black Blade, you will no longer command the army." When Malekith said, he leaned forward on the throne, pointed his right index finger at Marus and continued, "On the contrary , I named you my champion to fight against the enemies and kill them on my behalf."

Marus was stunned when he heard this, he didn't understand what Malekith meant.

"Here is my decree, Malus of Hagrid Grave, that you shall be named my champion, and that you shall wear Tiran on your armor the three skulls above.) so that both Drucci and Chaos will know that you fight in my name. The glory of Drucci rests on your shoulders, do not abandon it or the wrath of the gods will be upon you body."

"I...I obey your orders, Your Majesty the Witch King." Malus replied before the throne, bowing, knowing that this was not a reward, but another game of Malekith.He was just too tired to see what Malekith was planning.But no matter what, he couldn't refuse.

"How could this be?" exclaimed a Dreadlord, his voice full of rage, and he continued, "He has committed a grave crime against Drucci and a grave crime against you, Witch-King Your Majesty. He not only lives on, but is worthy of such an honor."

"He lives because he fits the purpose of His Majesty the Witch King." A voice came from the gate, and Dacius quietly walked out of the shadows. Say something to the Dreadlord of Grond.

"Your Majesty the Witch King, the armies of Caracalond, Carond Carr, Hagrid Grave, and Hal Gansi have arrived." Dacus finished speaking and walked to a table in the hall, and took out two A clean upturned wine glass poured out the drink, and after he drank a glass on his own, he picked up another glass and handed it to Marus who was standing there.

Marus took the glass and drank it down in one gulp. Dacius took the glass back and walked back to the table, putting the glass back to its original place.

"What are you still standing there for?" Dacius turned his head and said to Marus, then continued, "Forget it, just stand here and listen."

Malekith has already stood up from the throne, walked down the steps to the table, picked up the wine glass that Dacius drank before, poured another glass of wine, and handed it to Dacius, waiting for Dacius After Us took it, he picked up a clean empty wine glass.

Dacius didn't say anything, but raised his glass to Malekith, and Malekith also raised his empty glass to greet him, and he drank the wine in the glass.

"Hal Gansi's Turaris Bodfearer (that's a heteronym) with five thousand Cairnites, Karond Karl's Kira Nightguard with [-] soldiers, pirates and mercenaries , Draka Nightwatch of Hagrid Grave with [-] soldiers and knights, and Anasara Nightwatch of Krakarond with [-] soldiers. And I took Ed Lei Ze's two thousand-man religious regiments and Nagor's three thousand soldiers. My lord, now the entire Nagaros has come except for the places that need to be defended, and the rest of the forces have come, which can be described as a gathering of elites!" Dakwu Si said with a serious expression that he was not delighted by coordinating the transfer of so many troops in a short period of time, and there was no joy in that.

"That's good, you've done a good job." Malekith nodded and said flatly.

"You set off too early. You should wait for me for another two days. Originally, I wanted you to inspect it before setting off. Now there are seven black arks and a large number of plunder ships moored at the pier in Naggarond. That pier ..." Dacius continued, shrugging his shoulders with disgust when he said it, and he continued, "This pier needs to be expanded on a large scale. In the follow-up plan, Nagarond needs a huge throughput. port."

"It won't be too late to review when we return from victory, and there will be slaves to expand the dock after we win." Malekith laughed loudly after hearing this, and said proudly after laughing, it seems that now the victorious It's like the fruit has come to his mouth (who said that, it's like inserting a flag in reverse).

Marus, who was stuck in place, stared blankly at Malekith and Dacius, he was a little confused.He wasn't the only one who couldn't figure it out, the Dreadlords in the hall, Agileser, and Koran Blackhand didn't understand either.

Originally, Dacius issued a call-up order, but Malekith didn't announce it again after he knew it, which is outrageous enough.Moreover, in Drucci society, except for Morathi, no one dared to speak to Malekith like that. If it were someone else, Malekith would directly activate the skill of "Witch King's Fist" in the next second, and the whole family would fight in the next second. Will be hung on the outer wall of the Black Tower of Malekith.

More outrageous to come.

"What are your plans next?" Malekith asked directly.

"I don't think it's suitable to go out of the city to organize a battle." Dacius took out a pipe from his arms, and when he put it in his mouth, the tobacco was lit up, and he was surrounded by the newly planted tobacco from Krakalund. He choked and coughed violently. He didn't like this tobacco. Like his brother, he only accepted the original Lustria taste. After coughing, he continued, "You should use the city defense of Gorond." Constantly consume the enemy, our precious fighters should not die here. I passed by Gorond once when I came back from the dangerous peaks. There is a high point that I like very much. Newkel will build a fortified city there The stronghold and Gronde echo each other."

"What about you?" Malekith paced and thought, and after a while he nodded and asked.

"Karond Karl's army and Hal Gansi's Kane believers will enter Gorond to assist in the defense before the enemy encircles. Now I need to know the number of mobile troops in Gorond. If there is more, there is less to make up for." Da Keus said after exhaling the smoke, and then he laughed, and continued, "Since the other party wants me, then I will wait for them outside the city!"

"Okay!" Malekith laughed again. He had already understood Dacius's arrangement, and responded to Gorond's remote call at the high point, sharing the enemy's strength, and the mobile force attacked the enemy's weak point at any time.

(End of this chapter)