Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 239 89. The Wind Blows Up

The siege towers that had been dragged to the outskirts of Grond were now burnt to a heap of foul-smelling waste.But there are still a steady stream of new siege towers being pulled up, and siege towers are involved in the attack every moment, and siege towers are destroyed every moment.

But fortunately, each tower has become an obstacle to resist the attack route of Chaos Wave, making them difficult to attack, but on the other hand, the rhomboids on both sides cannot provide long-range fire support for this section of the city wall, the Reaper Crossbow The arrows of the cannon and the crossbow can only be poured on the dying giant beast and the Chaos Wave still running towards the city wall.

Although the black dragon never appeared, Marus felt that the battle was beginning to favor the defenders.At least, there are no more flying creatures appearing on the battlements, and the supporting soldiers are still pouring up the city walls.But before he had time to think about it, he heard a shrill cry from Lingbao, his heart beat violently in his chest, and then he looked over there.

The five dark flying horses set off from the Tower of Prophecy are flying towards the outer city.

Sirsis stopped fighting and stood on the slope, constantly directing the soldiers of Drucci. He seemed to feel the arrival of the dark flying horse and looked up.

A female sorceress sat on the dark Pegasus that bore the brunt. Sirsis knew that this was a sorceress who was loyal to His Majesty the Witch King. The sorceress gestured to him a few times, and after seeing him nodding and giving gesture feedback, The sorceress flew away to continue delivering orders without looking back.

A moment later, there was a sharp and continuous sound of a horn from the city wall.

At this time, at the junction between the city wall and Lingbao, a large number of Duruccis rushed out. Marus had seen them, and he knew that these were Duruccis who were in charge of providing long-range firepower in Lingbao. He also knew the Lingbao platform. lost.

The Chaos Wave poured into the city wall from the entrance like a flood, and soon the executioners guarding there fought with the Chaos Wave. The Chaos Wave that rushed out was not wearing a tattoo or wearing a simple fur, but a black The heavy armor made Marus think of the god-honored hero on the first day of the Battle of Gorond, but the one in front of him was not as exaggerated as that day.

To make matters worse, under the watchful eyes of Marus, there are still a steady stream of fully armed Chaos Warriors being pulled up to the platform of Lingbao by some Chaos Wrath Monsters with wings.

Soon, the sharp and continuous sound of the horn on the city wall sounded again, Hirsis and Lechkiel began to organize the reinforcements to organize the defense, while the soldiers, mercenaries and pirates who had fought hard for a long time began to evacuate in an orderly manner. After a while, the gate of Lingbao, which was not lost on the other side of the city wall, was opened. The black sharp crossbowman hung the crossbow on his waist or behind his back, holding either a box full of crossbow bolts but not opened, or Soldiers assisting Reaper Ballista operators with Ballista accessories and bolts.

The sound of orderly and powerful steps came from the square between the inner city and the outer city of Gorond. Julian, who had already retreated to the slope, glanced in the direction of the sound, and suddenly heaved a sigh of relief. He saw Kolan Blackhand dispatched with Naggarond's black guards, which is currently the most elite Drucci unit in Naggaroth.

"Go to the side, those who charge into the formation! Die!" Kou Lan kept roaring, and after he finished speaking, he swung the scarlet god of death to slash Durucci who rushed in front of him recklessly.

The retreat to the inner city in the area where Julian was located went very smoothly. The Drucci soldiers in Gorond were familiar with this maneuver plan, and even practiced it regularly, because it was a kind of tactic in itself.Drucci from other cities retreated in an orderly manner with Gorond's soldiers under the command of Sirsis and Lexikiel.

Sections of the city walls and fortresses farther away also began to abandon their defenses, but unfortunately, confusion and panic spread quickly.With no clear chain of command, no one could organize a rearguard force to stop the attackers so their troops could retreat safely.

Sirsis shook his head helplessly looking at the messy scene in the distance, as if all this was within his expectation.

To make matters worse, soldiers from Dreadlords or Admirals in different cities were given a series of conflicting orders to think of themselves first and everyone else second.The retreat quickly turned into a rout, with troops from the same city united and trying to leave other cities behind, and some Lingbao didn't receive the retreat order at all and kept firing there until Knowing that they were isolated, the Durucci defenders could only do their last struggle and greet them cordially until they were annihilated.

Sirsis and Lexikiel stood on the square as best they could to gather the retreating soldiers from other sections of the city wall. At this time, several Dreadlords and Admirals also turned around, pointing at each other While greeting, while collecting skirmishers and forming a temporary rear guard, the rear troop composed of black guards and executioners was slowly retreating, and at the same time, it was still killing the tide of chaos surging up like a tide.

Black sharp crossbowmen from different cities were assembled to provide long-range fire support for the elite Duluqi troops in the front and rear, or to block the flying creatures in the sky. The Reaper ballista also began to pour fire support.

The troops in the rear stood on the central avenue and square outside the inner gate for about four hours, and finally began to retreat in an orderly manner.

Night finally fell, and Marus could hardly believe that he was standing on the outer city a few hours ago. He had never been so tired in his life, and what he wanted to do most at this moment was to find the grievance.

However, on the edge of the square near the outer city, there was a scene that made Malus shudder.A row of Beastmen was pulling huge war machines along the long avenue. Four war machines kept crushing the fallen corpses, and finally entered the shooting position, and then one war machine fired a terrifying shells.

The shell hit the city wall hard, and Marus almost lost his footing and fell to the ground.

"Hell Cannon! They must have assembled under the cover of that damn fog." Sirsis murmured, and then cursed in a low voice, "Your sister is more powerful than I imagined."

"Although she lacks military experience, she is well-read. Do you think they can use those things to overthrow the inner city?" Marus said coldly.

"Of course, this thing is very special, and the ammunition it fires seems to be very special, and they have enough ammunition." Sirsis snorted coldly.

Half demon, half war machine, as Sirsis puts it, the Hellcannon is a gigantic metal weapon with a blast of gunfire and demonic vision.In combat, it can unleash bursts of energy at enemies, dissolving anything it touches and driving even survivors mad with terror.The demon bound inside is always eager for a feast of flesh and blood, and it must be bound to the ground with iron chains to prevent it from suddenly running wild.

There is almost nothing that can appease the Hellcannon's desire to destroy. The operator can only continue to load the dead bodies into the Hellcannon's terrifying furnace like a cannonball. Those wailing helpless souls are left.The Hellcannon's gullet then transforms these souls into roaring beams of energy, which are then fired at the foe with intense malice and hatred.

"Is there a tunnel?" Marus asked suddenly, thinking of something.

"tunnel?"

"There must be a passage leading to the outer city! If the outer city is breached, there must be a way to launch a surprise attack from the inner city." Marus said sharply.

"You want to attack the enemy's war machine through the tunnel? I am the Dreadlord of Naggarond. I don't know where the tunnel is, but I know that fighting is never a one-person thing."

As soon as Sirsis finished speaking, the sky above his head rippled, and the three sorceresses rode a black dragon flying over the city wall, heading directly towards the direction of the war machine.The sky suddenly exploded, and a burning black chaotic lightning smashed from the sky to the hell cannon.The manipulator turned into fly ash in an instant, and the three hell cannons also turned into spare parts under this thunderous power, while the other one went berserk, and began to charge wildly around uncontrollably.

There were ragged cheers from the Duruccis on the city wall, but the sorceresses did not choose to retreat after a successful blow, but chose to dive, and the three black dragons formed an orderly formation and poured poisonous water down. The dragon's breath, the frenzied hell cannon and the chaos waves next to it were directly dissolved.

The roaring chaos wave on the ground couldn't hurt it at all, it could only let it go after raging.The Hellcannon did little damage in this relentless attack, except for a hole in a section of the city wall.Nagalia's hopes of breaking through the city defenses through the Hell Cannon failed, and the Chaos Wave temporarily lost all means of advancing the front.
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After eating some food, Marus left suddenly. Sirsis squinted his eyes to watch Marus's leaving back, and then challenged his son Julian who was standing beside him.

Julian understood his father's meaning, he chewed the food and turned his head with some resistance, as if he could not see his father's sight, after a while he felt his father was still looking at him, he swallowed Food turned his head helplessly, and sure enough his father had been watching him.

Seeing Julian turn his head, Sirsis raised his head at the figure of Marus who had already disappeared into the darkness.

Julian nodded in resistance, and prepared to walk down the slope after drinking the water from the sea dragon skin jug on his waist.

"Be careful! My child, he is not as simple as you think!"

Hearing his father's voice behind him, Julian didn't say anything, but nodded solemnly.

There are some things that seem to be coincidences in this world, but they are actually manipulated by an invisible hand behind them.With such a long city wall, Julian happened to appear beside Marus, which might be a test for him. If Marus can't handle it, what will happen after he goes to Ulthuan?
Dacius knew Julian's future trajectory, but Malekith didn't.

Passing by the blood-stained butcher, Malus walked a long way into the pen where the malice was.The enclosure was dark and humid, filled with the stench of dozens of Cold Ones congregating together.Each Cold One had its own enclosure, no different from a stable, only of stronger material than a stable, made of worked stone instead of wood, and secured by solid iron gates.

It took a few minutes for Marus to find the pen where Resentment was held.Malice curled up on the ground and dozed off, its nose hidden in its curved tail.Vicious eyes moved as he quickly unlocked the gate and slipped into the enclosure.

"Hello, little girl, I'm here to see you." Marus said seemingly casually, and he was on guard in secret, but he had to come, there was no way he had to come, the battle was getting worse The more drastic he had to do something, he didn't want to die in Grond.

"It seems that these idiots are treating you well, and your appetite is very good." Hearing the master's voice, Resentment quickly stood up.Inertia caused Malus to start checking the claws, teeth and scales of Vicious for signs of damage, and he looked at the nearby blood-stained sand and muttered to himself.

Malus turned his inspection attention to the saddle and pedals, then the saddlebag still strapped to the back of the Bastard.The pouch containing the magic item was still securely fastened, alongside a long, wrapped bundle of Cain's Warp Sword.He could already feel the heat of the blade burning, like a brazier full of embers waiting to be stirred.

Taking a deep breath, Marus reached out and picked up the Kane Dimensional Sword. Suddenly, an energy that would devour everything in the world emerged from the sword. This sword is so eager for death and blood. A greedy desire that cannot be satisfied!But what followed was a searing pain, and he bent over with a groan of pain, his hands clasped into trembling claws.

Resentment was startled by the sound, looked back at Marus, and let out a warning growl.

Zakhan's power surged beneath Malus' skin.

"Oh, no! Little one, I advise you not to do this." Zakhan's voice echoed in Malus' mind.

"Marus? Are you okay?" Julian's voice came from outside the fence.

Malus couldn't speak by now, his chest and arms ached so badly that he could barely breathe.He vaguely saw Malice slowly swimming around him, and his skilled eyes immediately recognized that he was in dire trouble, and he heard a rumble from the depths of Malice's throat.

"I..." Malus forced every ounce of will to squeeze out the words through his gnashing of teeth.

"Oh, I will, Blackblade. But first, maybe I'll let this beast of yours bite off your arm. If I want, I can let you put your hand in its mouth, would you like to see?" "Zakhan interrupted Marus's words and said jokingly.

A violent tremor swept through Malus' body, and slowly, tremblingly, his right arm began to rise.

"My Kane! What are you doing in the darkness inside?" Julian's voice came again from outside the fence.

The other Cold Ones in the enclosure began to growl too, their cries shaking the air.

"Blackblade, your flesh is so fragile and rough that it wouldn't do much to tear a part off. In fact, I'd be more than happy to let that stinking beast of yours bite off your arms if I had to. Words to keep you away from that sword. You see, I now have new allies. They can do your job and give me what I want." Zakhan said nonchalantly.

"I! I will kill you with this sword! Zakhan!" Seeing his right arm fully stretched out, Marus let out a weak and desperate wailing from his lips. He said with a grim face, but His body moved like a puppet, turning abruptly towards Venom.

Resentment looked at Marus, his powerful tail slapping the ground nervously.

Suddenly, a figure rushed in, pulling Marus fiercely just as the resentment was about to explode.

Vicious's powerful jaws made a snapping sound, but it gnawed away, spitting out poisonous saliva where Malus had just stood.

"Stand back, you bloody stupid pear!" Julian roared, taking out the sea dragon skin water bottle on his waist and throwing it at the grudge, trying to pull Marus out.

Vicious bit the sea dragon hide jug, trying to bite into pieces, but the hard texture of the sea dragon hide was better than the cold one's teeth, and the sea dragon hide jug bought enough time for Julian to spit Malus out of the enclosure.It bit for a long time without biting, it threw the sea dragon skin water bottle out, and then let out an angry roar and began to charge, just when its jaw bit, Julian had already pulled Marus out of the gate, bang It closed the iron fence with a bang, and its lower jaw bit the iron fence fiercely.

"You don't go back to rest, what are you doing here?" Julian asked preemptively, he would not give Marus a chance to ask questions.

Before Malus could speak, Zakhan whispered a warning in his ear.

"Be careful, Black Blade, I saw an extraordinary thread of fate in him!"

"I... I'm just checking my belongings, this damn beast doesn't care about my smell at all." Marus said through gritted teeth.

Julian didn't say anything, but his expression betrayed him. His face now looks like you are performing to your heart's content, and I'll just watch it, but it's a pity that Marus didn't notice his expression.He also noticed the unusual weapon in Marus's hand, and he suddenly thought of what his father had said to him just now.

"I owe you this time, Julian." Marus's voice was full of bitterness. After a pause, he continued, "Let's go to the city wall to check the situation. I suspect something big is about to happen."

"Isn't today's battle over?" Julian wondered.

"No! My sister is not as simple as you think!"
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Julian stood on the inner city and looked at the corpse-strewn streets and burning buildings between the inner and outer city. Beastmen and Yankee looting teams were everywhere.The tide of chaos has already occupied the north and northeast between the inner and outer cities. At this time, it is like a group of crazy locusts that are constantly raging and destroying.

As fires burned out of control in parts of the city, hordes of Beastmen and Yankees roared and rampaged through once-ordered areas, looting and destroying everything in their path, often fighting each other over the distribution of the spoils. Hit the hand.

Screams of terror and pain tore through the night, and after the fall of the Outer City, the enemy took hundreds of Drucci captives, and was now feeding their savage appetites on the horrors of their captives in every horrible way.

Strings of greasy black smoke rose from behind the inner city, and the air was filled with a strong smell of barbecue.Along the boulevard behind the inner city, there are bonfires for dead Drutches at short intervals, each burning bonfire tended by exhausted slaves and a pair of empty-eyed Captain Drutches , The speed at which the dead piled up far exceeded the processing capacity.

Julian looked at his father, who was standing under the city wall and was constantly directing, and looked at the Chaos Wave in the distance. He felt uneasy about the near-suicidal frenzy of Chaos. At this moment, he was both worried and admired. Said, all that matters is victory and destruction, Chaos waves will keep coming until their leader dies or the last Chaos wave dies.He suddenly thought again, if he had such an army behind him, what kind of feat he could accomplish, would his father and elder brother envy him?

Just as Julian was still thinking, a voice interrupted him. There was commotion from below the inner city. Three sad swordsmen were tearing apart another sad swordsman. The weapon swung by that sad swordsman was completely No rules, struggling desperately yelling.

"They won't stop! They won't stop! We can't stay here! We can't!" the sad swordsman's eyes were wide open, his face was covered with dried blood and dirt, he said in a panic with.

The Drucci soldiers who fought the panic-stricken Desolate Swordsman exchanged horrified glances.

"What's going on here?" Sirsis snapped, his sharp tone spreading around.

"It's nothing, Dreadlord. We're just going to bring him down from the city wall. He's not feeling well." The Duruchi soldiers looked at each other, and the captain replied.

"There's nothing wrong with this soldier!" Sirsis walked over with a growl. He grabbed the panicked Desolate Swordsman by the back of his neck and forced him to stand up. He then said sharply, "You have your eyes and all your Limbs, what's wrong with you? What's wrong?"

Sirsis knew that Drucci was on the verge of collapse, he could choose to draw his weapon and kill him on the spot, but he didn't, he wanted to choose another way.

"We can't stay here, Dreadlords, it's been days, they've been..." the Sad Swordsman moaned as his neck trembled in Sirsis' hands.

"Of course they'll come, you damn fool, because they're a herd of animals!" Sirsis snarled at the Sad Swordsman's face, shaking the Sad Swordsman like a cat scratching his neck.

Sirsis carried the Desolate Swordsman to the city wall and forced the Desolate Swordsman to look in the direction of the enemy.

"They know what to do, listen! What do you hear?"

"Howling! They never let up! It's been going on for hours!" the Sad Swordsman yelled angrily.

"Of course, every one of those beasts sitting in the muck is cursing your name so loudly that all the dark gods can hear! Do you know why? Because they just want to get over these walls and slaughter what they can see Every creature that comes! But you won't let them do that, they're a bloody army marching on Naggaroth, and you're standing on the wall with your weapons, preventing them from getting what they want."

Sirsis pointed in the direction of the enemy and roared, every soldier on the wall could hear his voice.

"They rose every day from their stinking tents, and bounded like fools before the twisted altar, and plunged themselves into a blood-soaked frenzy, but now they slipped back into the tent with their tails between their legs, and licked their wounds in the shadows .Of course they cursed your name! Their hearts burn at the thought of you, for you beat them both. You should savor those voices, soldier, for they are dirges, the voices of fear and despair, and this It's all because of you!"

The sad swordsman turned his head and looked at Sirsis in shock.

"Victory is in your hands, soldier! Do you want to let victory slip away now, or defeat these bastards once and for all?" Sirsis said with a smile looking at the sad swordsman.

"You can trust us, Dreadlord! We will kill all the beasts!" shouted a Dreadspear captain standing not far from Sirsis.

Sirsis smiled, he turned his head and looked over, most of the soldiers, mercenaries and pirates stood up when he spoke, and are now listening carefully to every word he said, the soldiers were dirty and covered in blood There was a strong sense of pride on his face.

"Let them come, Lord of Fear, I will wait for them!" The gloomy swordsman who had panicked before stabilized his emotions. He stood up straight trembling and swallowed hard, looking into Hirsis' eyes and said.

"Then let's take a rest first, and enjoy this wonderful music as much as you can. Now the troops outside our city are entering the city, and His Majesty the Witch King is also watching you! Don't let His Majesty the Witch King disappoint you!"

As soon as Sirsis finished speaking, cheers erupted from the city wall.

"Father!"

Sirsis shook his head wearily and didn't say anything, but his face became serious in the next second.

"Damn!"

In the sky beyond the outer wall, a huge swirl of smoke was rising into the cold sky, clearly visible even at night.Green lightning lines pulsed and rippled in the tumbling darkness, and even standing at a great distance, Sirthis could feel the sting of the magical wind on his skin.

The magic rose to a height of [-] meters, and the energy kept pouring out.Magic spread outward from it, as if a dark, rushing swamp appeared like a mirage, casting a terrible shadow over the war-torn land.More terrible thunder roared under the polluted sky, and a cold, damp wind suddenly blew against the inner walls.

got windy.

The wind howled eerily through the narrow battlements, filling the noses of Drutch's men with the smell of damp earth.Green lightning flashed across the black sky overhead, and the weapons of the Beastmen and the Yankees shone brightly, and the wave of chaos began to rush towards the inner city along the narrow alleys and wide squares holding ladders.

Thunder rumbled overhead, and slick raindrops began to splash on the battlements.Within seconds, the drizzle turned into a downpour, colored green by the incessant flashes of lightning.The Durucci soldiers who had just regained their morale looked at this strange sight in horror. After a while, they were choked by the stench of corruption in the wind.

Sirsis cursed again. A moment ago he could clearly see the Chaos Wave gathering to attack again, but now he was completely obscured by the smoke from the heavy rain.

"Father, will Morathi and her sorceresses stop this dreadful rain? It may cost us the inner city! If we don't see the enemy before they climb the battlements."

"She is more unpredictable than her son. If His Majesty the Witch King ordered her to do this, then she might do it." Sirsis shook her head helplessly, and whispered in Julian's ear.

"But the good news is that part of the troops outside the city wall are entering Gorond, and our support will arrive soon."

At this time, the soldiers stationed outside the city of Gorond began to enter in an orderly manner along the south gate. Under the witness of Dacius, Newkel and Draka started a friendly gamble, the chips were very restrained and there was no need Who will kill the whole family, but Hagrid Grave's share of Cold One exports and Krakalund's war equipment exports.

Nucker didn't care about the chips, he just wanted to have some fun.The current Draka wins no matter whether he wins or loses, and he doesn't care.

After entering the city, the two armies separated. Krakalund's army attacked from the west on the outer city that had not been occupied by the enemy and the streets between the inner and outer cities, while Hagrid Grave's army attacked from the east. attack.

The route was arranged by Newkel. Although the offensive route of the Krakalund army was a bit convoluted, as a prestigious old man, there was reason to let the young Drucci.

The content of the gamble is, who can cut off the enemy's retreat and cause the most damage to the enemy.

　Remember what Malus said to Zakhan
　　
　
(End of this chapter)