Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 232 82. Fist of Nightward

At this moment, the sky above the camp was glowing a dull orange from the flames of the tents burning, and the sounds of battle came from all directions. Draka looked into the sky to try to determine his current position, but he couldn't see anything.Behind him, he heard the House Guard blowing their horns, and in the distance he heard Drucci's shout and the heavy footsteps of the Cold One, and he knew it was the House Guard's answer.

Draka chose a direction and rushed over. He watched the Beastmen scrambling to avoid the path of the Cold One's charge. One of the Beastmen tripped over a rope and was still struggling to get up. The Beastman who got up was directly beheaded by him, and the black blood splashed on the side of the nearby tent, and then the Beastman's body was stepped on by the powerful hind legs of the Cold One.

Without warning, Draka rushed into a large open area surrounded by tents.He knew that his choice was wrong. He hadn't seen this empty area before, which meant that he went deeper inside again. He cursed and quickly glanced behind him to see if the family guards were following him. But inattention at this point nearly killed him.

Suddenly the air was filled with the screeching of horses and the bitter swearing of the Yankees as two objects struck him quickly, one bouncing off his breastplate and the other off his shoulder armor , hitting the mask of his helmet.Startled, he turned his head as another throwing ax flew past him, missing his armor by a few centimeters.

The previously unchallenged Hun marauder riders charged Draka, and the tight space was packed with a dozen screaming horses, while the marauder riders attacked him with throwing axes as ranged weapons.

Smelling the scent of horse meat, Cold One became uncontrollable, roaring hungrily, and rushed over.The horses in the lead reared screaming, hoofs flailing in the air, while the riders cursed loudly and struggled to hold their positions.Draka is in a similar situation, he's no better than the opposing Marauder Rider.He yelled and cursed at Cold One below him as he clamped his jaws around the horse's neck and thrust forward with his powerful hind legs, trying to pin the horse to the ground.

Another ax whizzed past Draka's head, and the Huns, also of the Yankees, rushed from left and right, shouting and brandishing weapons.At this time, the family guards beside Draka also rushed over, and the Cold One under them also uncontrollably jumped at the horse.

Draka tried to yank the decorative reins, trying to get the Cold One to let go of the screaming horse, but the Cold One refused to give up its prey.Cold One was still lunging forward, caught off guard by Cold One's sudden movement, and thrown from the saddle.He flew over Cold One's head and landed just on the other side of the struggling, dying horse, only five meters away from its angry owner.

Immediately the Yankee fell on Draka, war-crying in his savage language.A rough hand grabbed Draka's helmet, and he tried to pull it up, exposing Draka's throat to the blade he raised.

A stream of scorching steam spewed out of Draka's mouth, like a dragon's breath, onto the face of the Yankee pressing on him, and the Yankee's face and eyes were directly melted by the scorching air.He looked cruelly at the melted face of the Yankee, and swung his right fist, which hit the eyeball that the Yankee had dropped, and sent the eyeball back to the Yankee's face, but unfortunately there was no It was sent into the eye socket, but on the forehead. After punching, he swung another punch, which directly hit the howling Yankee's Adam's apple. With the violent cracking sound of the throat bone, Bei The guy's grip on his helmet came loose, and he broke free and scrambled away to the dying horse, trying to rise to meet the Yankee attack.

Another throwing ax flew by, hitting Draka on the side of his head.The ax was thrown badly, or he caught it well, and the top of the ax hit him, not the blade.He vaguely felt the impact, and there was a burning pain in his head, and the whole world spun.His body that had just stood up fell heavily to the ground again.Sounds came and went, and while he could still see, his mind couldn't fully comprehend what was happening.He clearly felt a trickle of blood trickling down the side of his head and starting to pool in his neck.

Draka felt the ground tremble beneath him, and a terrible low moan filled the air.The world seemed to darken, and for a moment he thought he was going to die, and a cold rage fueled him.

"No! I will never die here! My fate is not like this." The words of the Witch King's Hand echoed in Draka's mind. The Witch King's Hand once told him that he would die in Osu Ann, not Naggaroth!He knew that besides being the Hand of the Witch King, Dacius was also the God's Choice known as the "Weaver of Prophecy" Morayg Heg!
At that moment, everything returned to normal.

With a cry, Draka tried to roll back farther, but he hit the horse's twitching carcass.The Yankee's weapon drew an indistinct arc, and just as he was about to raise his fist to catch the blow, the longswords of the family guards parried the blow, and his family guards leaped off Cold One to block him. in front of.

More blows fell like raindrops, hitting the armor of the family guards in front of Draka. He gritted his teeth and stood up. He raised his right arm to block the blow, and then swung the curved sword with his right hand to chop To the Yankee's thigh.He felt the sharp blade slice through his kneecap, and the Yankee fell beneath him, howling in rage and pain.

Draka swung hard at the disheveled head of a Yankee again, but the Yankee blocked it by grabbing the back of the curved sword with his left hand.The Yankee's eyes under his craggy eyebrows glared at him viciously, laughed maniacally, and bent his powerful shoulders and arms, forcing the curved sword back.He cursed and spat, the curved sword trembling in his left hand, the Yankees were far more terrifying than he was.He was pushed back, and the Yankee drew from the sheath on his belt a long jagged dagger, Drucci's standard weapon, a trophy the Yankee had acquired in previous battles.

"What are you laughing at?" A family guard brandished a Messer knife, looked at the Yankee's neck viciously, and cursed loudly.

The Mercer sliced ​​into the Yankee's neck, blood soaking the ground.But he wasn't dead, and his scarred lips were pulled back to reveal rough teeth.A scorching, foul-smelling and blood-foaming breath was blown out.He tried to whisper something still in his savage tongue, and raised his dagger to strike.

The family guard screamed in shock, grabbed the back of the Moser knife with his left hand and pushed the Moser knife down hard, ending with a harsh bone crunch, and the Moser knife finally chopped off the Yankee's head.

"My Kane!" Draka swore angrily, kicking the Yankee's body away.

With the death of the leader, the Yankees gradually faded away, and those who ran slowly were shot and killed by the family guards with hand crossbows.

"You stupid pear, you almost killed me!" Draka glanced back, his Cold One was still gnawing at the horse's internal organs, and he slammed his fist on the bloody nose of the Cold One cursed.

Cold One flinched in fright from the blow, shaking his blood-stained nose like a big dog, and then obediently fell to the ground.

The Cold One fear riders who broke out from the encirclement turned back again after failing to see Draka Nightward, and swarmed in at this time.The bodies of horses, Yankees, and Beastmen were piled bloody all around.

Draka didn't rest but wobbled up the Cold One with the help of the family guard, who put his feet into the stirrups, and he supported himself to sit still.

"My lord! Are you injured?" A family guard asked anxiously.

"It's not mine!" Draka snarled as he rubbed the sticky stuff covering his helmet. He quickly scanned the area. He counted nearly twenty family guards milling around the guarded area. , their armor was spattered with blood.

The sky overhead glowed a blinding orange, and the stench of burning hung over the battlefield.

There were fierce shouts from the east and south, and Draka knew that if he didn't retreat, he really couldn't escape.
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Koran Blackhand was reporting the situation outside to Malekith. Malekith didn't say anything, but listened quietly, but he didn't seem to listen at all.

"Your Majesty, why don't we have a battle?" The long silence seemed to indicate that His Majesty the Witch King had nothing to say, so Kou Lan asked cautiously. He asked the question that the fear lords wanted to ask but were afraid to ask.

When Colan finished asking this sentence, Malekith turned his head to Colan, and there was a clicking sound on the ancient midnight armor.The eye sockets etched into his ghastly mask reveal great power, lingering around the twisted crown.

Kou Lan's whole body became stiff at this moment, and he instinctively resisted this feeling of stiffness, hesitating like he did when he first met His Majesty the Witch King.

Malekith bent a finger, motioning for Colean to continue reporting.

The captain of the black guard swallowed, and his throat instantly became dry.

"Your Majesty the Witch King, Hagrid Grave's troops seem to be in some trouble. They are about to be entangled by the retreating Chaos troops." At this time, Sirsis came in from the outside and knelt down on one knee to report. road.

Malekith rode on the black dragon and watched the retreating Hagrid Graves army slashing and killing a large group of Beastmen who were about to intercept him. He was a little speechless. He knew that according to the previous tactical arrangement, Draka must have entered rashly. , and then there were some small troubles.

Looking at the chaotic wave that was about to entangle the retreating troops, Malekith thought for a while, and he decided to go to the siege. He didn't know why he decided to do this. In the past, he would not have cared about the life and death of these Druccis. Carlos is not mentally retarded!Running away or not being able to run away has nothing to do with him, on the contrary, he may be punished by him.

"Dacius influenced me?" Malekith laughed when he thought of this. He couldn't think of any other reason besides Dacius. He didn't answer Colean's question just now, because he didn't do it after thinking about it all night. I understand why I accepted the idea of ​​Dacius consuming it first instead of holding a battle yesterday.He seemed to have an illusion that his character seemed to have changed a little after Daxus came to him, and became when Alandrian was still by his side.

"How beautiful, how happy, huh."

As far as the eye can see, this wave of madness and fragility is boundless.Fur-clad or tattooed Yankee warbands and horned beastmen strode forward, accompanied by drooling, slack-jawed trolls, and Malekith even saw A band of ogre mercenaries.The monster made of flesh, bone and steel moved slowly on the ground, pushing away the crowd, and the huge battle mastiff ran at the forefront of the team, trying to intercept the retreating Cold One Dread Knight and Dark Rider.

In the Chaos Wave farther away, there are all kinds of giants, they are potbellied, but their limbs are slender and clumsy, and their bodies are wrapped in rags and metal plates made of steel.The giants' weapons are usually big sticks and sledgehammers. There is not so much steel for them to use, and they don't need steel because of their excess strength.

Giants were rare in Naggaroth, so Malekith was a little shocked to see so many at once.

Farther behind the giants are huge, hairy mammoths, dragging siege towers, their heads well protected by armor made of metal plates.Warriors crowded into palanquins on the backs of elephants, beating leather drums, and offering utterly incomprehensible salutes to their mad gods.

One of the mammoths was adorned with a crown of spiked brass, and a stylized skull that depicted such a scene, but Malekith was too far away to see it.

Malekith turned his attention to the Chaos Waves on the ground again, black winds of magic flowing from his fingertips, surging energy lingering around the steel ring on his forehead.

A spell poured down from the sky, and the bone-piercing cold wind blocked the route intercepted by the Chaos Wave. The enemies caught in the cold wind tried to resist the unprecedented cold, but they quickly fell to death in the cold wind.

Soon more than 20 black dragons in the sky began to swoop down, spewing poisonous dragon breath towards the chaotic wave that was still rushing towards Hagrid Grave's troops.After spitting out, the black dragon rushed to the low sky and wiped out countless enemies with its claws.

Then there was a deafening cheer from the defenders of Grond and Hagrid Grave's knights.

"Turn! Forward! Forward! Kill everything in the way!" Draka shouted.

The family guards beside Draka blew the attack horn, and the Cold One fear riders began to shout, urging their mounts to turn, forming compact and powerful wedge formations one after another, like spears.

"For Naggaroth! For His Majesty the Witch King! Charge!"

(End of this chapter)