Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

"This group of monkeys is as dense as mosquitoes in a swamp..."

Harald cursed. He was born in a civilian family in Caronde Carr. He started as a mercenary and gradually became a mercenary captain by relying on cunning and street fighting. During the Battle of Grond, he responded to the call of the Hand of the Witch King. As a result, the disorderly retreat caused his team to suffer a devastating blow, and he was also seriously injured. His leg was broken and he fell to the ground, unable to get up.

As Drucci, he knew that his story ended here. He was seriously injured and had a broken leg, so he had lost his value. However, it was not...

He was found lying on the ground by Drucci who was managing the battlefield. The surgeon and the sorceress treated him. He thought he would be sacrificed to Cain, but he was not. During that time, he was confused and unconscious. He found himself being transferred constantly, sometimes in a carriage, sometimes in a tent, sometimes in a cabin, and sometimes inside the black ark. The environment also changed from cold to warm.

Finally, he was carried to a strange square, and he saw a strange huge building in the distance, like a tower, and he saw strange creatures walking around. He felt a strange feeling penetrate his body, and when he watched other Duruchi get up from the ground, he also tried, and the moment he got up, he knew that he was completely healed.

Later he learned that the strange, huge building was called a pyramid, those strange creatures were lizardmen, allies of Druch, and the warm environment he was in was Asheril.

Later, with nothing, he joined the army of Asherel, starting as a captain, and gradually he was promoted to centurion. He was very satisfied with this kind of life, with a warm environment, clothes to wear, food to eat, military pay, and occasional wine and sweets. Except for not being able to buy real estate and find a suitable woman, he got everything he could get. He no longer had to look for some work that the mercenary team could do and worry about his livelihood all day long.

Later, he was transferred to follow the fleet back to Naggaroth. He was unwilling to accept the transfer. He had gotten used to the warm environment and everything in Asheril. He didn't want to go back to the ice and snow of Naggaroth. But he had no choice. He was no longer a mercenary captain, but a soldier. Besides, he had heard some rumors that this transfer might allow him to... take a step forward?
"Damn it, shoot!"

Harald exhaled a breath of cold air and yawned. He inhaled a mouthful of smoke and coughed violently. When he recovered, he yelled to the soldiers around him who were on high alert.

The sound of a crossbow string rang out in the smoky air, and a burst of crossbow arrows nailed the burning figure to the ground, but the fall of the figure was not the end, but the beginning. Three Yankees rushed out from the corner, each of them carrying a throwing axe, accurately selecting the target, and then nothing happened, the heavy axe embedded in the shield.

Harald, who became a soldier, was completely different from his previous mercenary self. He and the soldiers he led were well-trained, wearing sophisticated armor and holding sturdy shields. On their breastplates were octagonal medals commemorating their participation in the Battle of Gorond, the Battle of Zahuitak, and the Chapeutau Wine Festival.

However, what surprised Harald was that after the three Yankees finished throwing their axes, they may have seen his team's alert stance and did not rush over. Instead, they quickly disappeared from his sight. Their speed was so fast that the crossbowmen did not have time to launch a counterattack.

"Hold on! Don't chase!"

Harald shouted.

The mission he received was to hold on until dawn. Therefore, he did not need to pursue them, and he judged that the three Yankees would return soon. As a result, just as he judged, the three Yankees returned soon after, but the difference was that there were more Yankees this time. In the firelight, he saw that the three Yankees seemed to be smiling at him. He was stunned for a moment, and then smiled back.

"Good! Very brave!" He first praised the charging Yankees, and then shouted, "In the name of Edrezer, shoot!"

For a moment, the Yankees' charge became chaotic. Some stopped and raised their shields to avoid the crossbow arrows, while others were still roaring and shouting as they charged.

A Yankee was hit in the knee by a crossbow arrow and fell to the ground with a cry of pain. Two of his companions stopped for a moment and tried to help him up, but he roared at them to leave. However, before his companions could stand up, the second round of crossbow arrows arrived.

Kaiyal gritted his teeth and endured the pain. He put down his axe, pushed away the two companions who fell on him, and tried to pull out the crossbow arrow stuck in his thigh. The wound was not deep, but blood flowed down his leg. He staggered to his feet and picked up the axe, but at this moment, there was a crossbow arrow in his chest. However, he did not wail or scream. Knowing that he was no longer fit to run, he told himself that he could not show weakness under the watchful eyes of the gods.

He leaned against the body of his companion and used his shield to cover himself. More crossbow arrows shot at him, some of which hit the wooden shield, and some penetrated the shield and grazed his arm, but he didn't care about this minor injury.

"Come on, you dogs! Fight like men! Only cowards use bows and arrows!" He roared at the Drukis who were loading crossbows in the distance.

However, what responded to him was round after round of arrow rain. He cursed and hid behind his shield. When he felt a gap in the arrow rain, he shouted and rushed out with a limp. Blood gushed out of his wound. He felt dizzy, but still rushed forward desperately.

He knew he was going to die, but he vowed that he would kill one before the gods took him away, and he imagined the glory of the kill, and his heart was filled with pride. He believed that his companions who saw him complete the kill would sing his story around the campfire.

"Your women will mourn this day!"

A crossbow bolt hit his shoulder, knocking him to the ground. He gritted his teeth and stood up, dragging his steps forward, holding his battle axe high in his hand in defiance. He roared and limped forward, leaving a blood-soaked trail on the snow.

However, there was no championship duel, no cheering, nothing... nothing. Only a hail of arrows, more crossbow bolts hit him, one pierced his right arm, another shot into his abdomen. He fell to his knees, the axe in his hand slipping from his palm.

As a clear whistle sounded, Kaiyal saw out of the corner of his eye a group of fully armed soldiers rushing out of a tent in the distance. He fumbled desperately for his weapon in the snow, watching a soldier holding a scimitar and a shield coming up to him. He could see a cold expression on the soldier's face, a strange octagonal silver badge hanging on the soldier's chest, and he could see the soldier stopping two steps away from him with his scimitar held high.

"Don't kill me when I don't have an axe!"

Kaiyal pleaded, one hand raised, the other still groping for the battle-axe in the snow.

The soldier looked down at him for a moment with a puzzled expression, then drew an arc with his scimitar and chopped him hard on the temple. As he fell, he saw a flash of metal in the firelight, just to his right. He reached out to grab it, but the soldier's armored boots crushed his fingers.

"No..." With half of his head blown off, Kaiar sobbed and tried to move towards the axe, but his vision gradually blurred. He fell to the snow, and the cold snow stung his face. His blood gathered under his body, and after a while he realized that it was his own blood.

"Gods..."

After all the Yankees who were charging fell, Harald issued two orders in succession. He first ordered the soldiers to pile up the headless Yankee corpses into a wall. Having lived in Naggaroth and served as a mercenary captain, he knew that this trick was very useful. The warm blood flowing from the corpses would freeze the corpses in a short time.

Then he ordered his soldiers to prepare a surprise for the Yankees by moving the barbed and sharp-edged chevaux de frise to the bottom of the bodies. The Yankees who climbed up the pile of bodies had only one choice: jump down and jump into the chevaux de frise. There was no second choice. The Yankees who climbed to a high place would either become a target or be pushed down by the people behind them. They had to jump whether they wanted to or not.

He frowned as he watched the soldiers move, and he heard screams, metal collisions, and shrill whistles in the distance. These combined sounds brought back painful memories, and he thought of the night he fought in Grond. He knew that it was the cry of hundreds of Chaos warhorns, and the Chaos army attacked from Grond.
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Gasping for breath, Eltharion held the fang sword across his chest. His father had told him many stories, but the one that attracted him the most was the story of his father's duel with the Chaos Warrior Champion. Now...

The armor of the figure in front of him was similar to the one worn by Drucci, but it was covered with blood-red blasphemous runes. Blood seeped out from the rune carvings, red light was emitted from the gaps in the armor, and strange light was flashing in the eyeholes of the helmet.

An ominous premonition arose in Eltharion's heart. He realized that the figure before him overlapped with the existence described by his father. He roared angrily and launched a series of fierce attacks on the Chaos Warrior, sparks flying and steel clashing.

However, the warrior's extraordinary speed blocked these blows. In return, his blade easily broke through Eltharion's defense, slashed Eltharion's shoulder guard, and once again struck Eltharion's right wrist with a venomous flash. His two swords flashed like a dance, accurate and deadly, forcing Eltharion back. Eltharion blocked the oncoming fatal blow with the hilt of his fang sword and tried to use the momentum to stab the warrior's chin, but the armored warrior dodged at the last moment, making his attack ineffective. Without any pause, he quickly turned around, his feet were agile, and the sword slashed the warrior's right knee.

But the warrior seemed to have anticipated it, and his right sword easily blocked the attack. At the same time, his left sword flashed like lightning, and Eltharion barely avoided it, but the blade still cut a shallow wound on Eltharion's forehead, and blood flowed down his cheek.

Eltharion knew that the Chaos Chosen were warriors of unrivalled power and skill, but the reality before him was far more horrifying than the stories had shown. Even the swordmasters who worshipped Hoth, warriors who had turned martial arts into an art, could not match the ruthless skill of this warrior.

His mind suddenly changed and he quickly retreated, looking for any opportunity to change the situation of the battle.

However, a moment of distraction almost cost him his life. A sword as fast as lightning pierced his face. He quickly turned to dodge, and although he barely avoided the fatal blow, he realized that the blow was just a feint. The warrior's other sword suddenly slashed diagonally, and the sharp blade cut into the armor of his left leg. The armor blocked the blow, but the violent impact still caused the flames of pain to surge into his nerves. His legs bent involuntarily and the whole person fell heavily to the ground.

As he fell, he hit a barrel, and the warrior took the opportunity to approach, like a hovering bird of prey, hovering over his head. He hurriedly swung his sword to block, but because of his imbalance, this attack could not form an effective counterattack at all, but instead exposed more flaws.

The warrior's right hand sword slashed down like thunder, directly hitting the top of his fang sword handle. This blow almost made the fang sword hit his face, causing him to die under the fang sword. Fortunately, he stopped the force at the last moment. The warrior's left hand sword slashed down fiercely, and he held the fang sword handle across his chest and tried his best to resist, but he still felt a huge force pressing him to the point that he could hardly breathe.

Suddenly, Eltharion heard a sharp roar, and a figure rushed from behind him. There was a sound of steel colliding, a burst of fiery orange sparks, and Heyana rushed at the Chaos Warrior like a beast, slashing at the Warrior's helmet. But the Warrior retreated nimbly like a snake, easily avoiding the blow, and then counterattacked with his right sword, grazing Heyana's arm guard. He saw a stream of blood spurting out, and then the Warrior's left sword pierced Heyana's side, the blade piercing Heyana's breastplate and inserted an inch deep, just above the waist.

He Yana staggered slightly, but immediately swung her sword to block the warrior's attack, and then rushed towards the Chaos Warrior with her steel shield.

This time, the warrior seemed a little caught off guard. Facing He Yana's charge, he retreated hastily.

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As Eltharion was grabbed by the shoulders and tried to pull him up, he looked up and saw the pale, terrified face of Sheval.

"How can we defeat him?" Sheval asked in a trembling voice.

On the other side, the Chaos Warrior's retreat was not fast enough. He Yana roared and swung her shield against his chest armor. He was knocked back a few steps and knocked over the barrel.

Eltharion grabbed Sheval's arm and stood up with difficulty, biting his lip to hold back the pain from the injury.

Just a few steps away, He Yana chased after him, like a mad lioness, attacking the warrior with blow after blow, trying to break the warrior's defense. Just as she was about to launch another fierce attack, the warrior suddenly swung his sword at her arm guard, knocking her back, and taking this opportunity, the warrior stabbed her left knee with the sword in his right hand.

As a sea guard, Heyana's armor was not as magically protected as Eltharion's. The armor plates on her knee and leg guards were broken, and the sword cut deeply into her knee joints. She screamed in pain and fell to the ground, using her shield to protect her injured leg, while the warrior jumped up like a mountain cat and raised his weapon to point at her head.

The Chaos Warrior was so focused that he didn't notice the barrel Eltharion threw at him until the last moment. The barrel flew too fast and he had no time to dodge. He could only use his two swords to block the barrel and split it into pieces.

Along with the sound of heavy wood crushing, sharp roars and the sound of steel colliding suddenly rang out.

The Chaos Warrior took a step back, then slowly lowered his head and looked at the long sword that pierced through the gap in his armor. The powerful force of the Sea Guard pierced through his body in one breath, and the blade pierced out from his steel back armor.

However, he did not fall.

At this moment, Eltharion and Sheval stared at the wound caused by Heyana, and the thick black evil fluid flowed from the silver blade. Then, the warrior let out a low roar, and the two swords flashed with cold light. Heyana's head was chopped off from her neck, and her body fell to the ground, and blood gushed out like a fountain. Then, the warrior inserted his right sword into the ground and used his right hand to grab the sword that was still stabbed in his abdomen.

Eltharion pushed away Sheval, who screamed in fear. He gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain in his leg, and quickly walked towards the center of the battle.

"Run quickly, I will cover your retreat!" Sheval staggered after being pushed, his face full of fear and anger, the sword in his hand trembling, but after taking a deep breath, his face gradually returned to calm.

"No! You don't stand a chance!" Sheval's firm tone stopped Isharion in his tracks, and he roared.

However, Triton did not listen at all. He let out an angry roar and rushed towards the Chaos Warrior. He abandoned his shield, drew the dagger from the scabbard at his waist, and used both swords to alternately slash in deadly figure eight attacks.

The Chaos Warrior was forced back by the sudden attack, and the two swords hit him repeatedly in the head, chest and legs. But Sheval's attack was hasty and inaccurate, and it was impossible to penetrate his heavy armor. He quickly stood up and yanked out the blood-soaked longsword from his abdomen.

Sheval continued to attack, still filled with rage, but he underestimated the Chaos Warrior's fighting skills. As he rushed forward, the Warrior slammed his sword into his face with the hilt, then stretched out his left arm and stabbed his throat. Blood gushed out, and he fell to the ground in pain, making intermittent choking sounds in his throat.

Eltharion cursed and rushed towards his target, his fingers tightly grasping the iron grille of the brazier, making a harsh hissing sound when the rust came into contact with the dried blood. He raised the burning brazier, and at this moment, he smelled the smell of his hair being burned, but he didn't care about it now, he hurled it at the Chaos warrior, hitting the warrior in the chest.

The Chaos Warrior was hit with a heavy metallic sound, and his body was covered with hot coals and ashes. More sparks scattered to the side and ignited more fires.

"Don't die in front of me, you damned thing!"

Eltharion hurried to Sheval's side and found that the wound in the sea guard's throat was bleeding rapidly, his eyes gradually lost focus, and his expression was empty. He shook Sheval hard and roared.

But Cheval's eyes had rolled back, his body had become stiff, and he had lost all vitality.

Cursing, Eltharion opened Sheval's helmet with a grim look, and put the hairpin behind the Triton's head into his waist bag. At this time, the surroundings were already ablaze, and the flames spread in all directions. Hot air waves and choking smoke filled the air. He coughed violently, and at this time the Chaos Warrior had broken free from the brazier and staggered to his feet.

Seeing the Chaos Warriors stand up again, dark rage surged in Eltharion's heart. Now he has lost his mind and only wants revenge!

As he roared and charged, a sharp sound whistled past his ears, and the Chaos Warrior, who was about to attack, paused. An arrow appeared in the warrior's left eye. The warrior took a step forward, then staggered and fell to the ground. (End of this chapter)