Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

No new bottles with old wine, no new soup but the same medicine, just the same recipe, same taste; pure recipe, pure taste, old jar...

This was the third time that Daxus had stood here, the first time being when he passed by and looked at Gorond on his way back from the Sinister Peaks, and the second time being during the Battle of Gorond.

The second time, the army that came to support Druch, under the command of Newkel, changed from a marching formation to a battle formation. The Chaos Tide was located in the northeast of Gorond and had not been fully deployed. After the reinforcements dealt with a small number of harassing raider riders, they surrounded the harassing troops of the Chaos Tide together with the defenders in the city, commonly known as: cutting the back row and making dumplings.

When the Chaos Wave was defeated, the reinforcements began to set up camp on the high point southwest of Gorond. No chaotic battle broke out unexpectedly outside the city of Gorond, and even the reinforcements and supplies that were urgently needed in the city of Gorond were delivered.

The third situation was obviously different from the second, because this time the chaos wave was not located in the northeast of Gorond, but was entrenched in the city of Gorond.

The poles are reversed!
The enemy is not a fool. Knowing that the Duruchi army has set up camp, they will definitely attack. This is inevitable, routine, and absolute, because the opponent is a chaos wave.

Thus, a chaotic battle broke out in the second half of the night.

Newker was no fool. He knew that when the army was setting up camp, the Chaos Tide would definitely take advantage of this opportunity to attack. Therefore, he adjusted the speed of the march, and when the vanguard army arrived at Gorond, it was just in the first half of the night. After they were in position, they directly pulled the resources from Nagarond and erected them, making the Chaos Tide think that the army was setting up camp, but in fact it was setting a trap...

A certain general led the cavalry to attack the enemy camp at night. When they rushed to the main tent of the central army, they found the camp empty. In an instant, gongs and drums sounded, firecrackers blasted, red flags fluttered, and there were huge crowds of people. Ambushing troops rushed out from both sides and surrounded the raiding party. At this time, the general would definitely say that classic line.

It also has a bit of the flavor of Tianlu tactics.

The key is to take advantage of the night, the night vision and night combat capabilities of the elves, the height difference of the terrain, the high degree of organization of Druki, and the low degree of organization of the Chaos Tide. Druki does not confront the Chaos Tide head-on, but leaves the trap to the Chaos Tide, causing the Yankees to go from fanaticism to confusion, and then from confusion to being caught off guard.

Duruchi set up a defensive line in the shape of a concave letter "U", allowing the Chaos Wave to rush in, crash in, and bump around in the maze, eating it up in small bites, turning the trap into a meat grinder for the Chaos Wave.

The combined chaos waves are terrifying, and can fully utilize the human wave tactics. As for separated ones... they are equally terrifying to the Empire's army, but for Druch, it is just a dish that can be dealt with with a little effort.

It is important to know one's own limitations. This is Dacus's motto. He knows his military qualities. He has no problem commanding a small force, but he has no idea how to command a large army. Organizing a large army is no problem for him. He knows how to do it and he has succeeded. In his opinion, his top three skills are talking, maneuvering and management. Martial arts and military command are a little behind.

He didn't know how to comment on this. He used his limited military knowledge to imagine a situation in his mind. On the way to the march, the Duruchi army would set up camp in the first half of the night, and after recuperating, they would set out in the second half of the night. At noon, they would arrive at Gorond and engage in a small-scale battle with the Chaos Wave entrenched in the city of Gorond, and then drag it to the military camp to support it.

In his understanding, the combined waves of chaos are terrifying, like a tide, with wave after wave of impact, and perhaps all kinds of situations will happen at that time.

Since he could take it into consideration, Newker, as a veteran, would certainly take it into consideration. But Newker did not do so. It seemed as if he had predicted the opponent's prediction and then predicted it based on the opponent's prediction.

In Newker's words: I know them, such a group is not held together by training or discipline. It is a clumsy weapon, and its war leader is quite fragile. If the leader dies or loses control, such a group will kill each other like a pack of mad dogs.

Daxus agrees with this, because in his opinion, Chaos followers are like this. As a result, the Chaos followers who rushed into the trap later directly staged a chicken-eating competition. It doesn't matter if you can't see the elves, there are other warbands and tribes. For Chaos followers, killing anyone is killing, as long as they can kill, as long as they can please the gods. (I missed a paragraph yesterday)
Putting aside family ties, he believed in Newkel's military qualities. Since Newkel was appointed commander-in-chief, he didn't want to say much. It was not his character to make decisions or complain. This was not the place for him to say a few more words or add a few words. All he had to do was to sit here quietly and wait for Newkel's orders.

Thus, a chaotic battle broke out in the second half of the night.

Duruchi had the capital to do this. Before the raiders appeared, Duruchi had dark Pegasus and manticores. Now the raiders have replaced the flying creatures. Among the 19 raiders, three are on standby, and the other 16 are divided into four groups, which are launched every 15 minutes. The observation officer on the raider will tell Newker about the battlefield situation. The battlefield information is updated very quickly, which is equivalent to opening the whole map in disguise. Newker will deploy troops according to the refreshed information.

This is how Jaeger was sent out, controlling the War Hydra and leading a reinforcement force of a hundred men to assist in the defense and plug the gap.

There were many Dread Lords in the tent originally, but as the battle continued, they were sent out one after another, and now only a small number of Dread Lords who had not received orders were left, including Dakwus, Draka, etc. Those who could come came, and those who could not come would not come. Malekith did not come, but Kolan and some Black Guards were sent.

Lakas, who was also a high-level beast tamer, did not come because he was dead, dead. He was caught in the storm and died in the council hall of the Black Tower of Malekith in Naggarond. Duruchi ushered in a new era, and the Thousand Devouring Family of Karonde Karl became a thing of the past.

After hearing the news, Dacus sighed for a while, and then nothing happened. He and Lakas had a lot of accounts to settle, such as attacking him during the Sinister Peaks and spreading rumors that he was the son of Malekith. This made his cheating under Lakas' name during the trial seem insignificant.

result……

Politics and taking sides are cruel.

From the other side's perspective, he understood why Lakas did this. In other aspects, Lakas should be a popular guy at this time, a favorite of Malekith, responsible for hatching and training Seraphim?
But... with his appearance, everything changed. Negative emotions such as jealousy, anger, and unwillingness catalyzed Lacas, and when he did nothing, Lacas died.

Talents and such...Darkius doesn't think that Naggaroth doesn't have talents. What it lacks is an opportunity for talents to show themselves and prove themselves. With the rapid increase in population and the establishment of a system, there will always be what is needed.

The warlocks were organized by Annasara and prepared to stage a battle between sisters, that is, a battle of magic.

Another two-level reversal. In the last battle of Gorond, Morathi and Anathara fought side by side against the tide of chaos. Now...

As the battlefield information was refreshed again, Newkel slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and looked at Koulan.

"it's time."

"So?" Koulan, leaning on his halberd, nodded nonchalantly.

"Send out the Black Guards, and send some of them here." Newkel said, pointing to a point on the map. When Kolan stood up and saluted, he looked at Hadris again, "You are responsible for covering the flank of the Black Guards and advancing in coordination."

"You lead another group of Black Guards to attack from here."

"You are responsible for covering the Black Guard's flank."

"You! Attack like you did last time! When the signal appears, cut the enemy in half."

As Newker issued the orders one after another, Dacus lowered his head and looked at the map. Newker's strategy was to make a small left hook in the trap to eat up some of the Yankees who had gone deep into the trap, relieve the pressure in the middle, and then make a slightly larger right hook to block the Yankees who were still wandering in the trap and eat them up, and then...

There is no such thing as celebrating the Chinese New Year in Duruchi, let alone eating dumplings, but that doesn't stop Newcker from making dumplings.

"I've already greeted it, but you still have to pay more attention to it. It... isn't very happy. You know its temper." Dacus spread his hands, shrugged, and said to Celiere in a helpless and slightly joking tone.

"I know." Celile raised an excited smile and nodded, his eyes flashing with eagerness. He turned and left the tent, his steps brisk as if he couldn't wait to meet the next challenge, or as if he couldn't wait to see his old lover.

"You two stay here and learn more." After watching a group of people leave, Dacus first glanced at Karahir and Bel-Aihor who were looking at him, and then he raised his head to Newkle who was walking to the blanket and preparing to take a nap. Newkle nodded in understanding. After confirming that everyone understood his intention, he also stepped out of the tent, leaving only silence and the flickering light of the fire in the tent.

Newker has played all the cards in his hand, and the next step is to receive information and send signals.

Outside the tent, the night was filled with a clamor. The low honking of horns rose and fell, tearing the silence of the cold night, as if the call of darkness was summoning every soldier to the battlefield.

As the vanguard, the Cold Lizard Knights, wearing armor and riding huge armored Cold Lizards, pushed forward. The armor plates flickered coldly under the weak firelight, and every step brought a slight tremor to the earth. They were like sharp spears, cutting through the darkness ahead and entering the darkness, waiting for the opportunity to give the Chaos Wave a fatal blow.

The next to move were the dark riders who were on standby and responsible for covering the flanks of the Cold Lizard Knights. The horses' hooves stepped on the cold ground in a neat and powerful rhythm. They passed by the Cold Lizard Knights' wings, the spears and scimitars in their hands reflected the sharp cold light, and the crossbow boxes behind them were filled with deadly crossbow arrows, as if ready to take lives in the shadows at any time. And further away, neat infantry phalanxes were moving, some following the cavalry, and some falling into the trap. The friction of armor and the steady steps intertwined, like a steel torrent, trying to crush all the forces that blocked it.

Not far away, troops that had not yet been assigned combat missions were setting up camp. The soldiers moved swiftly and accurately, and the tents they built were spread out in an orderly manner like an endless tide. The bonfires were lit, dispelling some of the chill, and the steam from the iron pots floated over the camp. The whispers and commands of the soldiers mixed with the neighing of the horses, depicting a grand picture of the final preparations for war.

When the infantrymen saw Dacus, they did not stop in unison, but they raised their spears, scimitars or battle flags high to pay tribute to the Witch King's hand. Their faces were full of solemnity and fanaticism, and their eyes were burning with dark loyalty and desire for victory.

Wearing armor, Dacus exuded pride and confidence in his every move. He raised his arm and slowly saluted the soldiers, responding to their salutes. His figure was particularly tall in the firelight and the night, and every movement seemed to inject new strength into this dark army.

When the infantry square left, Dacus and Flanais walked deeper into the camp, while Vetir stayed in the tent, responsible for protecting Newkil with Kesler. After all, Newkil was the HQ, and it was dark. If he came back from a round, his house was robbed, then...

In the camp shrouded in darkness, he and Flanais walked side by side in silence, the hustle and bustle of the camp gradually left behind them, their footsteps were slow and steady, against the slightly cold night air.

The bonfire in the distance occasionally crackled, and tiny sparks jumped up into the darkness.

They walked through neatly arranged tents and campfires and came to a facility that seemed particularly out of place. A large urn wrapped in layers of thick cotton cloth occupied the center of the place. Next to the urn was a pile of burning firewood. The firelight reflected the cotton cloth around the urn, which flickered slightly with an orange-yellow light.

All this makes the urn look mysterious and weird, exuding an unsettling atmosphere.

But this is not a stewing vessel, there is no fragrance, no sound of boiling water, and it is not a thing of the Kane sect. From the shape point of view, the big jar is more like a kang, with a compartment under the jar. When it does not turn the giant snake in the jar into snake soup, the burning firewood will provide warmth to the giant snake.

Dacus walked up the steps slowly, and when he reached the top, he looked down into the jar. Inside the jar, a huge snake of exaggerated size was curled up, covered with thick scales, and its huge body was coiled, almost occupying the entire interior space of the jar. The giant snake seemed to sense his arrival, and its scarlet eyes flashed with an indescribable light, its tongue kept moving, and a low-frequency vibration came from the air, which made the ignorant shudder.

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"What? You can smell the stench coming from Chaos from such a distance?"

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and a playful light flashed in his eyes. He stretched out a hand and tapped the air lightly, as if teasing the giant beast in front of him. He was good at coiling snakes, and he was not only good at coiling snakes, but also good at being coiled by snakes. The only thing he was not good at was sitting on the back of a snake to travel.

The giant snake leaned back slightly, and every scale on its body trembled for a moment, then suddenly leaned forward, trying to respond to this strange movement. Its tongue swung quickly, like a precise probe, sniffing the scent of Daquus.

"You think...will it enjoy a delicious meal soon?"

After playing for a while, Dacus turned his head and looked at Franais who was standing quietly beside him. His eyes seemed to be smiling, and his tone was full of expectation.

"Should?" Franais was slightly stunned, and his eyes turned to the giant snake in the jar, his expression serious because of thinking. He responded in a slightly hesitant tone, full of uncertainty and a hint of curiosity. After taking a deep breath, he added, "Even if there is nothing in a while, there will be something next time. After all, there is no shortage of delicious food in the city of Gorond."

Darkus smiled and pointed at Flanais without saying anything else.

When Dacus and Malekith discovered the land-drifter in Chapeiuto, they discussed things like fish tanks. For example, when on land, they could put deep-sea monsters in the fish tanks. When there was a need for combat, they could activate the land-drifter and make the deep-sea monsters emerge from the fish tanks. He and Malekith knew that this was unrealistic, and the discussion was more of a joke, but it was indeed inspiring...

Daxus brought back three giant snakes from Lustria, two of which were still kept on the Temple of Viciousness, and the one in front of him was brought here. It was because of this that he went to see Aris in the late night that night. Of course, there were other things as well.

Giant snakes are good. He can keep giant snakes in snake pits like the Sotek sect does, and let the children of Drukki visit them while telling them the price of believing in the dark gods. When the children are still young, they can stamp a steel mark on their minds: believing in chaos is not good, Uncle Dake doesn't like it, and you have to feed it to snakes!

Daxus doesn't like torture and dismemberment. After the trial, the captured Chaos believers have only one way to die, which is more real than grinding their bones to dust.

In addition to sacrifice, Naggaroth also has snakemen who believe in Sotek and need giant snakes and a belief system.

In addition, in his understanding, when the Old Saints' belief system existed, the emergence of Sotek would undoubtedly increase the instability of Lizardmen society, and the Old Saints never played useless cards.

As for the details... he, the beggar version of the Old Saint, didn't know either, as Sotek couldn't communicate normally. Some things he wouldn't know until Sotek evolved or Master K was resurrected.

But this did not stop him from exploring, such as feeding Sotek something, preparing some tonic food. Snakes, swallow and digest, what if...

The signal from the lanterns was passed down the columns one by one, and the army slowly and carefully formed a battle line behind a long, wooded ridge. The shelter of darkness and the closed lanterns became invaluable, guiding each century and each flag precisely to their respective positions and minimizing confusion. However, this process was not completed quickly, and it took nearly half an hour for the army to be fully equipped. Fortunately, Newker left plenty of time to prepare.

Next, all we can do is wait quietly, watching the two moons slowly pass through the night sky and the flames in the city of Gorond in the distance.

The waiting time is extremely long.

Draka's every nerve was tense, and he tried his best to concentrate his senses, trying to catch any possible signs of alarm. Intellectually, he knew that he was too far away from the enemy to hear any sound except the horn, but his anxious mood made it difficult for him to calm down.

The knights twisted restlessly on their saddles, and the friction between leather and armor sounded like thunder in the silent night. The muzzled cold lizards grumbled in dissatisfaction, and their huge hind legs stomped heavily on the ground, making a dull sound.

Although everyone took precautions, the subtle metal-clinking sounds still came from the weapons and harnesses, making people feel uneasy. Time passed little by little, and half an hour later, Draka realized that his fingertips had become stiff and numb from holding the reins for a long time. He took a deep breath, forced himself to relax, slowly loosened his sore hands, and poured out the steam from the armor to warm his numb hands.

Finally, the long-awaited signal came.

Draka turned his head and looked to both sides, just like he did in the last Battle of Gorond. His gaze swept from the near side to the edge of the flag at the end of the flank. The formation of knights and riders extended for several kilometers to both sides.

This is not an exaggeration at all. If the width of the horses, the width of the lizards and the distance between them are calculated as two meters, a squadron of one hundred men arranged in two vertical rows will occupy a battlefield width of one hundred meters, and ten squadrons of one hundred men will occupy one kilometer.

This is just the width, not the depth.

So, in some novels, 3,000 cavalrymen throwing javelins at the same time...

On his right, the knights of the family that would no longer belong to him sat upright on the cold lizard's saddle, checked the reins and stirrups, and silently drew their weapons, which gleamed silver in the moonlight.

In the rear were the Cold Ones and Scourge Walker chariots, which harvested and slaughtered the knights in front after they had made a breakthrough. The flanks near Gorond were in the charge of the Dark Riders. Further back were the neatly arranged infantrymen who were responsible for following up and capturing the prey in the traps during the battle.

"Remember, we are the tip of the spear! The chariots and cavalry will undertake the main task of slaughter. We have only one goal, to break through at all costs! Do you understand?"

Draka's face was ferocious and his eyes were as sharp as a blade, but his words were full of sighs. He knew that this was the last time he would fight side by side with the knights of his family, and in the future... but he did not say these words out loud.

The sigh and emotion only stayed at that moment. After confirming that the order had been conveyed correctly, he nodded and sat up straight. His eyes swept across the entire battle line, feeling the soldiers silently and nervously waiting for his next words. The knights in armor, the infantry holding weapons, and the chariot riders all cast their eyes on him, as if every heart beat in resonance with his will.

A smile appeared on Draka's lips, feeling the shock and pleasure brought by power. He slowly raised his sword, and the blade flashed coldly in the moonlight. His eyes locked on the top of the hill, and then the sword drew a sharp arc.

"Forward!" he commanded in a low voice, but his voice was like thunder.

The dumplings were made, and Dacus, who had other tasks, was also launched into space, which was why the big guy was unhappy. (End of this chapter)