Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

The atmosphere instantly turned crazy, the anger of both sides completely broke through the framework of the rules, the pirates and tritons on the field were like out-of-control beasts, quickly colliding with each other, the sounds came one after another, and the air was filled with the harsh sound of wood colliding and tragic roars.

The pirates howled and waved their wooden long swords and short swords, their faces full of ferocity and anger. Their attacks were fierce and undisguised, and every swing brought explosive power to the exposed parts of the sea guards. The sea guards responded just as quickly, raising their wooden shields high, and their wooden spears, or long sticks, drew trajectories in the air, and quickly counterattacked. Although the power of wooden weapons was far less than that of iron weapons, they could still produce a painful hitting effect.

A female Triton contestant raised her wooden giant sword, or more accurately, a big stick, and in a brief moment of contact, she slashed at the neck of a pirate, and the stick came down with a sound of wind. The pirate tried to block, but the stick still hit the connection between the neck and shoulder accurately.

If the stick was replaced with a real giant sword, this blow would not only take off half of her arm, but would also force her opponent to withdraw from the battle. Unfortunately, she was holding a stick instead of a giant sword, but the power of the stick was also not to be ignored. Fortunately, the pirate's throat guard blocked the blow and no spine was broken.

At the moment of impact, several sounds rang out, the violent collision of the wooden stick hitting the throat guard, the cracking sound of the pirate's shoulder blade, and the pirate's wailing. The skin under the throat guard instantly turned blue and purple. The pirate who was hit dropped the weapon tightly held in his right hand, covered his shoulder and wailed.

The female sea guard did not stop after completing the attack. She quickly loosened her grip and the wooden stick flew out of her hand and hit another pirate's chest. However, there was no sound of the wooden stick hitting the chest. Another pirate swung his dagger and hit the wooden stick accurately. At the moment of the collision, the pirate was pushed back a step by the huge force, but he adjusted his pace and rushed forward again.

The female sea guard did not pause at all. She did not even check whether the stick hit the opponent, because the pirate who was hit on the neck by her roared and rushed towards her again. The pirate was blinded by anger and pain and rushed towards her hysterically. She adjusted her steps and punched the pirate in the face. The fist hit the pirate's face heavily, making a crisp sound. The pirate immediately lost his balance and fell to the side, spurting blood from his mouth, and his eyes were instantly empty.

However, her crazy attack seemed to be unstoppable. At this moment, she was completely ignited by madness. She howled and pounced on the staggering pirate, knocking him to the ground. Her fists hit the pirate's cheeks like hammering iron. Each blow was powerful, causing the pirate's head to shake violently. With each blow, the sound of the fists hitting each other seemed to come from deep in the bones, deafening.

The pirate's eyes were losing focus, his nose was bleeding, and every part of his face was hit hard, pain and anger intertwined.

But the female sea guard did not stop. Her eyes were filled with anger and madness, and her movements became more ferocious. She pressed the pirate to the ground and waved her fists like a wild beast.

However, the pirate, who had sufficient combat experience, did not stand still, and for a moment, he regained some consciousness. Although his face was completely disfigured and blood was pouring out, he still tried his best to swing the wooden dagger that had been alternated before the second attack.

The dagger was shaped like a small wooden stick. It had no blade and no sharp tip, so it could not cause a fatal blow at all. But the dagger was still a barely usable weapon. He aimed at the female sea guard's chin and swung it hard.

The female sea guard who was hit in the chin froze in an instant. At that moment, the pain spread from the chin to the whole body, as if a heavy hammer hit her nerves. Although it was not a fatal attack, the huge impact still made her feel dizzy and temporarily lost her balance. Her head suddenly tilted back, her whole body paused slightly, and a trace of confusion appeared in her eyes.

At this moment, the pirate seized the opportunity. He dropped the stick in his hand and grabbed the female sea guard's chin with his right hand. He wanted to use his left hand, but his left hand was no longer strong. He wanted to grab the female sea guard's neck, but the female sea guard also wore a throat protector on her neck. Fortunately, the female sea guard had not fully recovered consciousness when he launched a counterattack. The offense and defense switched. He roared and pushed the female sea guard away like a beast, and then staggered and climbed on top of the female sea guard.

He endured the severe pain and used his left shoulder to support the female sea guard's body. His right hand reached inside the female sea guard's throat. He twisted his fingers hard, trying to strangle the female sea guard's throat with his hands. However, the female sea guard recovered at this time, howling and twisting her body while scratching his right hand with her left hand. He wanted to pull his hand back because he guessed what the female sea guard was going to do, but he couldn't pull his hand back. He tried to hit the female pirate's head with his helmet, but the female sea guard's attack continued.

With a crisp fracture sound, he screamed in pain, and the female sea guard grabbed his little finger with her right hand and broke it. However, the female sea guard's attack did not stop at breaking the finger, she also bit the pirate's face.

The next second, a voice sounded in the pirate's mind, and the voice was like an order. His expression became empty and dull, and his resistance stopped. His hands separated unconsciously. Similarly, the female sea guard beside him also stopped resisting, her mouth that was biting the meat loosened, and her eyes became empty.

The battle between the pirates and the female sea guard was just a scene. At the same time, the other contestants were still fighting, fighting desperately.

A pirate swung his sword at the chest of a sea guard, but the sea guard reacted very quickly and quickly raised his shield to block. The forces of the two collided, and the wooden shield made a loud noise, almost numb the sea guard's arm. But the sea guard still persisted, pushed the pirate away, turned around and swung the wooden sword to counterattack, hitting the pirate's chest, and the force of the hit made the pirate step back painfully.

Then, Triton abandoned his weapon and shield, and rushed at the pirate, pinning him to the ground. He rammed the pirate's head with his madness, and the pirate, who was pinned down by him, fought back desperately.

A sea guard was knocked down by a pirate, who pressed down on his shoulders, but he quickly counter-punched and hit the pirate in the face, causing the pirate to stagger back. He took the opportunity to kick the pirate away with his foot and tried to roll over to pin the pirate under him, but the pirate rolled over again. In this way, the two of them kept rolling, rolling and rolling, until the pirate was kicked hard by the referee and stopped rolling.

Bainie, who was watching all this, glanced at Celile and Seonlan, who were speechless, shaking their heads and sighing, and then couldn't help laughing again. He thought of his childhood in the Black Tower, when they also fought in a formal manner at the beginning, and then like now, they became street thugs, entangled with each other, fighting on instinct, competing to see who was more ruthless.

Telankar howled and waved his fist vigorously. His shouting and waving his fist seemed to intensify the atmosphere on the field. Although the battle was not gorgeous or elegant at all, it was pure and primitive. His emotions were completely moved by the heat of the battle. Every roar seemed to be able to penetrate the air. His fists waved, as if he wanted to pass the power of the battle to every pirate, so that the pirates could punch Triton a few more times for him.

Cheers from the stands rose and fell, mixed with shouts, shouts and excited calls, full of hysteria, as if the whole Chapeuto was shaking with every move of the battle.

However, just as the audience was completely immersed in the frenzy, a clear whistle sounded. The whistle was like thunder that split the violent and passionate scene, and everyone suddenly quieted down.

The fist that was about to hit stopped, the rolling stopped, the roaring and cursing stopped. At this moment, the air seemed to solidify, all sounds disappeared instantly, all movements stopped instantly, as if the whole world was dominated by this whistle.

"what happened?"

"Why did you stop?"

"Hit him! Hit him!"

"Keep fighting, why did you stop?"

Telankar's fist stopped in the air, and he was stunned for a moment. He noticed that the game seemed to be suspended? The referees were quickly gathering in the center of the field. He frowned slightly, and had a strange premonition in his heart, as if this fight was really over?

"You violated the rules. The winner has been decided. Do you have any questions?" Franais walked quickly to the center, his steps steady and decisive. When the fixed referee pulled the entangled pirate and the captain of the Sea Guard apart, when the two captains came to their senses, his eyes were directly locked on the captain of the Sea Guard, and his voice was calm but could not be ignored.

"I...I..." Captain Triton obviously had not fully recovered yet. His expression was a little confused. He blinked, and his consciousness gradually returned to reality. He responded with a slightly trembling voice.

"How did I violate the rules?" The next second, as his sanity returned, his anger began to emerge, and he asked back in a harsh voice, unwilling to give in.

"I understand how you feel, but don't be like this, be decent, okay?" Franais' expression did not change at all, but became softer. He spoke calmly, as if comforting a wounded child.

"Recall the rules carefully." The captain of the Sea Guard did not calm down because of his comfort, but his face became even uglier, but he did not give him time to vent. Seeing that the captain of the Sea Guard was still confused, he sighed slightly and continued: "The captain can only command, not block, dodge, or fight, but can only move within the venue. Think carefully, as the captain, what did you do just now?"

Captain Triton's expression instantly turned into astonishment, his eyes became empty, his mouth kept opening and closing, as if he wanted to defend himself, to say something to refute, but no matter how hard he tried, the words were always stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them. His eyes began to change drastically, from empty to angry, then to confused, then to regret and unwillingness, but these emotions were replaced by a deep sense of guilt in an instant.

"I...I..." He tried to speak again, but this time his voice sounded even weaker and fainter. He lowered his head, his eyes began to wander around, and finally fixed on his teammates. The expressions of those who were still standing or lying on the ground were either confused, or in pain, or they fell to the ground and covered their faces.

He instinctively wanted to speak, to defend himself, to explain that he just wanted to protect his teammates and try his best to win the game. However, at this moment, his heart was bound by an invisible shackle, and he could no longer say any words of defense.

He unconsciously clenched his hands, then loosened them, and clenched them again, as if he wanted to grab something, but couldn't. His breathing became rapid, and beads of sweat began to seep out of his forehead. The inner conflict almost made him collapse. He raised his head, his eyes were a little dazed, and finally he just looked at his teammates quietly with a helpless and regretful look, as if he was silently apologizing, and as if he was saying goodbye to himself.

"I'm sorry..." He finally whispered, almost gritting his teeth with guilt, as if the apology came from the deepest part of his heart.

"Do you want to see what you did before?" Franais didn't say anything else. There was no mercy or ridicule in his eyes, only deep calmness and rationality, until the pirate captain laughed. His expression changed and became stern. He pointed at the pirate captain and shouted.

The pirate captain's face instantly turned ugly, his smile froze, and he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to explain, but he was speechless. The superior's gaze was as cold as a knife, with an unignorable pressure that directly locked his mind. It felt as if the person standing in front of him was not a person, but a black ark rushing towards him, silent and powerful, and irresistible.

There was a trace of struggle in his eyes. He tried to refute, but his tongue seemed to be nailed down, and he couldn't make a sound when he opened his mouth. The fear bound his throat like an iron chain, making it impossible for him to say the words that originally jumped into his mind: We won, didn't we? He lowered his head, his heart was full of dissatisfaction, but he also knew that he was powerless to resist.

At this time, the sorceress who was standing at the edge of the venue came out, holding a tray with six medallions on it. The silver medallions were round and made in Potosí. Only one side was printed with a panoramic view of Chapeuto, and in the middle was a large wooden cup. The other side had a concave area that could be fixed on the hanging point and worn on the chest.

The medal is not given to the winner, but to the loser, proving that the loser has participated in the first Chapeuto Wine Festival. The winner will advance to the next round and continue to pursue greater glory.

"Do you need me to present it to you?" Flanais's eyes swept over the medals, then he turned to the captain of the Triton and said coldly.

Captain Triton lowered his head, his eyes filled with mixed emotions.

"Then take it yourselves. I hope you can learn something from this battle." Franais nodded, still appearing calm and unperturbed.

"what's the situation?"

"What happened?"

"Look, the yellow piece is coming down."

"Idiot, you don't have to tell me, I'm not blind."

"We won?"

In the stands, the audience whispered and the atmosphere became more tense. Everyone was looking for the answer until they saw the yellow flag of the Sea Guard being slowly lowered, which directly announced the result of the game.

The pirate players who were barely standing stood in the middle of the field, their expressions varied, but most of them were proud and relaxed, at least they won this time.

The Tritons had already helped each other up, their expressions varied, disappointment, anger, sighs, helplessness... these emotions intertwined and solidified into an insurmountable barrier. After reluctantly picking up the medals, they walked neatly to the edge of the venue, maintaining their last bit of dignity, ready to leave.

After seeing this scene, the audience was completely convinced that the Pirates had indeed won the game.

The cheers and boos from the audience were intertwined, and the sounds came one after another. The boos and curses almost covered the entire area, almost shaking the entire stand. The Duruchis shouted loudly, cheering for their team's victory, with smug smiles on their faces, and the atmosphere was extremely hot. Every shout and curse was full of praise for the Pirates, as if the Pirates' victory itself was the greatest affirmation of the entire game, although they didn't know why the Pirates won.

As the five free referees moved, the audience's attention turned to a new round of confrontation, and the atmosphere became tense again.

The second match was the Duruchi Civil War, with the two participating teams being the Asheril Garrison and the Black Ark Soldiers.

On the garrison side, three members held long sticks and shields. They stuck together tightly, maintaining the most basic formation, protecting the captain behind them. The other two members held swords and shields, standing on the left and right of the formation. They did not shout, curse, or provoke. They were silent, with serious expressions, and were obviously prepared, exuding a calm and composed aura.

On the other side, the soldiers' configuration was almost the same as that of the garrison, even the formation was the same. They also remained silent, with stern expressions on their faces, as if they had already anticipated that a battle worth their life and death was about to begin.

As the whistle sounded again, the second battle officially began.

The garrison did not launch an attack immediately. Under the precise command of the captain, the team took a step back as a whole and adjusted their formation, appearing more calm and composed. The captain took a big step back, leaving enough space. Then, the Dark Swordsman on the right took the opportunity to quickly pass through the gap left by the captain and moved to the left, instantly switching the formation.

The cheers in the stands suddenly became muted. This subtle adjustment was like a string that tightened the atmosphere of the entire venue.

The soldiers did not hesitate, they still maintained their original formation, and launched the attack under the command of the captain without flinching. The three Dread Spearmen quickly advanced forward, pointing the front of their long sticks directly at the opponent, trying to break the garrison's defense line through a fierce attack. The two Dark Swordsmen followed closely behind, and with the impact of the Dread Spearmen, they accelerated and pounced on the opponent, with their shields raised, ready to block any oncoming attacks.

However, their attack was obviously a step too slow. The garrison's change of formation was so fast and accurate that it exceeded their expectations. The sudden movement of the Dark Swordsman completely changed the situation on the battlefield, and the garrison's overall formation changed instantly.

Facing the frontal attack of the soldiers, the garrison reacted as fast as lightning and quickly stabilized the formation. After the Dark Swordsman on the left moved, the pressure on the Fear Spearman on the far left increased greatly. He not only had to defend against the attack of his counterparts on the opposite side, but also had to resist the attack of the Dark Swordsman. Fortunately, he had faced this situation before and knew how to deal with it. At this time, the team's order also arrived. He took a step back and created a gap to delay the breakthrough on the right as much as possible.

At the same time, the Dread Spearmen on the far right of the garrison moved forward and held off the attack from their counterparts on the opposite side.

Due to the pulling from the left and right, the soldiers' formation was briefly in chaos.

After making sure they would not be attacked by the sticks, the two Dark Swordsmen on the right side of the garrison simultaneously launched a fierce attack on their counterparts on the left side of the garrison without receiving any specific instructions. The Dark Swordsman on the left swung his shield to block the slash from his counterpart on the opposite side, but he did not stop his attack. He accurately seized the opportunity when his counterpart on the opposite side swung his shield and swung the stick in his hand straight to stab the supporting leg of the Dread Spearman on the far left side of the garrison.

The fearful spearman who caught the blow from the corner of his eye tried to move, but he was held tightly by his opponent's counterpart. He could only tighten the muscles of his left leg and take the blow, but he still couldn't resist the powerful force. He could only put down the shield and try to support his body with the bottom of the shield while shouting.

At the moment of completing the action, his door opened, his eyes widened instantly, and his colleague on the opposite side did not follow the martial ethics and gave up the wooden stick. With a whistling sound, the fist smashed directly into his hooked nose. Under the huge force, his body lost control and fell backwards.

The gloomy swordsman of the garrison who had completed the stab was hit hard by his opponent's shield at the moment of attack, but he predicted this attack before attacking, because his shield blocked the opponent's weapon, and the opponent could only hit with the shield. At the moment of the collision, his left leg firmly stepped on the ground to avoid being knocked out directly.

The Dark Swordsman who had completed the collision with the soldiers also had his gates wide open. The Dark Swordsman on the far right of the garrison took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack, using his shield to hit his counterpart on the opposite side. At the same time, his counterpart on the left who had withstood the shield attack also leaned heavily against his shield, completing the third attack on his counterpart on the opposite side.

After staggering a few steps, the Gloomy Swordsman of the Soldier Team was tripped by the Dread Spearman who had withdrawn from the battle and was lying on the ground. When he fell, the Dread Spearman on the far left of the garrison also fell down in the double team.

While the Dread Spearman on the right side of the garrison filled in, the captain of the team quickly stepped behind the two Dark Swordsmen, not giving the opposing Dark Swordsmen any chance at all.

"Lost."

The visibility from the stands was good, and the moment the garrison captain finished his move, the Druchs in the stands knew that the Soldiers' team had lost.

The Dread Spearmen on the left side of the garrison kept retreating while resisting the attack. The garrison's defense line was constantly rotating with the captain as the center, while the two Dark Swordsmen could attack at will.

Soon, the Dread Spearman on the far left of the soldier team fell down under the double-team of two Dark Swordsmen and the Dread Spearman, while the Dark Swordsman on the far right realized something and continued to attack the Dread Spearmen of the garrison, but his continuous attacks were never effective, and the only remaining Dread Spearman next to him was also knocked down.

At this moment, the soldier team had almost declared defeat, with only the gloomy swordsman and the captain standing alone in the center of the field.

The gloomy swordsman looked at his fallen comrades, his heart filled with resentment and anger, but reason told him that there was no hope of a comeback. Despite this, he still did not give up, his eyes flashing with determination to never give up.

He held the stick tightly in his hand, raised the shield high, and his chest rose and fell violently. At this moment, he seemed to feel the last bit of strength in his body that was about to burst out. This battle was the opportunity he had been looking for, and even if he would fall in the end, he would not give up easily.

Outside the venue, Bainie, Celile, Seonlan and Shakara looked at each other and nodded. Shakara picked up the board in his hand, made a check mark behind the garrison, and then stopped under the icon with the participant's logo drawn on the soldier team.

Flanais walked around the field, clapping his arms high as he walked, signaling the audience in the stands to applaud. The audience was stunned for a moment, then the Drukis stood up one after another, and the Skinks, knowing what was going to happen, also stood up, and there was thunderous applause for a while, and the contestants waiting to start the competition in other venues also applauded.

As applause and cheers rang out, the Dark Swordsman roared and rushed forward. He swung his wooden stick as fast as lightning, and each blow was fierce. His shield was sometimes swung out, and sometimes blocked the opponent's attack. He was like a beast that had lost its mind, releasing all his strength in the final struggle.

After receiving the captain's order, the garrison members did not engage in a one-on-one duel, nor did they rush to launch an attack. Instead, they kept pulling and consuming the opponent's only physical strength, patiently waiting for the opponent to make a mistake. As soldiers, they knew the horror of fighting even when trapped.

Although every attack of the Dark Swordsman was full of wild power, his movements had obviously become slow, and fatigue gradually appeared. His attacks began to become lax, losing their previous accuracy, and his defense gradually showed loopholes. After all, without equipment suppression, and with equal strength, fighting alone against four enemies, no matter how tenacious the resistance was, he would eventually be crushed.

Just as he was swinging his stick to hit another Dark Swordsman, the Dark Swordsman took advantage of the gap and quickly counterattacked, hitting his chest hard with his shield, repelling his attack, and then another Dark Swordsman quickly went around behind him. There was no room to retreat, and his body was locked tightly.

Almost at the same moment, two other Dread Spearmen quickly pounced on him, one stabbing his throat with a wooden club, and the other slamming his side with a shield.

His strength was exhausted in an instant, and the world in front of him began to blur. He was unwilling to give up, and tried to struggle hard, but he was like a prey that could not break free from its restraints. The stick slipped from his hand, and the shield was also knocked away. The last resistance was insignificant.

As he fell, the winner was decided, and with a whistle, the referee announced the end of the game.

He fell to the ground, breathing weakly, his eyes closed. At this moment, his fingers were still trembling slightly, as if he was trying to grab something, as if he was using up his last bit of strength to fight against fate.

Tears slowly seeped out of the corners of his eyes, with a strong sense of unwillingness, the tears slid down his cheeks, dripped onto the soil, and intertwined with sweat. Every tear was like a rebellion against fate. The scene of his teammates falling down kept echoing in his mind, and his heart was filled with guilt, anger, and a deep sense of powerlessness.

He was unwilling to accept this. He had tried his best but was still powerless to change the outcome. He didn't even have a last chance. This process was like an endless nightmare that he couldn't escape.

“The teamwork is impeccable.”

"The team from the Fortress of the Damned has been suppressed."

"Not only are they extremely accurate in attack, but they are also very tight in defense. They can predict the opponent's moves at every step, leaving almost no loopholes."

"Don't you want to see who they are?"

"Who?"

"They were disabled veterans or losers who were about to be offered to Cain after their defeat in the war. But...the Hand of the Witch King was kind and generous. They were taken in and trained by the Hand of the Witch King, and now they have become what you see."

Telankar sighed softly when he heard the familiar voice. He could feel that the soldiers and captains of the garrison should be veterans with extremely rich combat experience.

Although this battle seemed like a simple confrontation, in this brief confrontation, the garrison members showed not only calm, quick and precise tactics, but also a keen insight into the battlefield situation. The coordination and tacit understanding of the garrison were almost impeccable. Every adjustment in the battle and every change in formation paved the way for victory.

Soon, the fallen contestants stood up, and both sides stood in a row. In addition to serving as referees and assessors, the five judges were also responsible for awarding commemorative medals.

"Very spirited!" After hanging the medal on the captain's chest, Flanes came to the Dark Swordsman. After picking up the medal, he did not give it to him immediately, but patted the Dark Swordsman on the shoulder. Although he lost the game, the Dark Swordsman's fighting spirit and determination were admirable. He then solemnly hung the medal on the Dark Swordsman's chest, with a hint of gentleness in his tone.

The gloomy swordsman stood up straight, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He lowered his head, nodded slightly, and accepted the glory that belonged to the loser.

After the awards were presented, the five free judges and three fixed judges stood in a row, with their backs straight and their postures dignified. They clenched their left fists and hit their chests hard, then stretched out their right hands together and saluted solemnly. This action was brief and powerful, full of ritual, and seemed to be the highest respect given to all contestants.

The soldiers of the garrison stood straight with firm eyes and chins raised. Their left hands clenched into fists and beat their chests. Then they stretched out their right hands in unison and straightened them forward, performing the same solemn ceremony. Every movement revealed their confidence, pride and sense of honor.

The soldiers standing on the opposite side were stunned, with surprise and embarrassment in their eyes. Obviously, they did not expect this scene. Although they had failed, they could not help but be stunned by the other side's solemn and noble sense of ceremony. After a moment, the captain took the lead in responding and paid the most sincere respect to the garrison.

This scene seemed to be a transmission of faith, a display of fighting spirit, and an unspoken understanding and respect between the winner and the loser. Not only between the soldiers, but everyone present seemed to be able to feel this respect and honor.

The Drukis in the stands followed suit, and even the skinks started to do the same. A solemn atmosphere permeated the entire stand, and all the spectators found some kind of resonance in the ceremony.

Soon, the third game began.

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