Warhammer: Dark Elf

In Anaheim, the brutal siege lasted from early morning to midnight.

Most of the stars above the city were obscured by thin clouds, and it rained heavily at night. The gorgeous courtyard of the high elf city-state was shrouded in the shadow of death, and heart-rending screams broke out one after another.

The outer city was captured by the dark elves and fell into ruins. The defeated high elves retreated and regrouped, coexisting with the outer city. Because they know that behind them is the lord's courtyard, and if they take a step back, they will see the boundless ocean.

An inch of mountains and rivers, an inch of blood!

The ruins of the outer city have become the most efficient meat grinder, where a large number of dark elves and high elves fight. A team of 100 people rushing forward would often be wiped out in less than half an hour.

At this point, people's brains have been beaten into pig brains. No one will surrender, and they will have to fight to the death to give up.

Helmer, surrounded by his personal guards, stood in the devastated street. A bolt of lightning lit up the world, and the silver light that lit up the world outlined his ferocious-looking Dread Lord helmet and the delicate outline of his brow bone.

It also illuminated the other end of the street, the shining armor of the silver guards and the sharp spears between the shield walls.

It was just dark now, and the street was relatively narrow, so it was foggy and very depressed. The rain was falling diagonally, and even standing under the eaves couldn't stop it. My hands and lips were so frozen that it felt like ice knives were scraping my bones.

The rain splashed with water, cleaning the blood stains on the armors of the soldiers on both sides.

The luxuriously dressed high elf archmage held a staff and looked at Hemo with cold eyes. The puddle her delicate greaves stepped on was filled with wood chips and foam, causing ripples to spread throughout the street.

The rain hits the banana trees at night, and the sound is heartbreaking.

The enemy is particularly jealous when they meet.

The light female mage raised her hand to stop the team. As the soldiers responded, hundreds of elite spearmen formed a steel wall. Hemo and the others.

The female mage's cold face did not waver at all. She stood in the formation, raised her scepter resolutely, and chanted a spell loudly to the silver guards.

"Merciful Fei, guardian of light, please listen to my prayer and cast your compassionate eyes on these brave warriors..." She murmured and gathered the wind of light magic. The phantom of shining light unfolded over the heads of the silver guards, emitting a dazzling light like gems; soon, another phantom of light shield covered them and disappeared quickly; next, they were wrapped in a silver light; again , a vague sound of praise sounded, sacred blessing patterns flashed on the arms of the silver light guards, and their bodies entered semi-illusion...

Several consecutive light protection spells made Hemo feel frightened and angry.

"Light magic that can increase the armor strength of the troops, Fei's light of protection, light of battle that gives the characteristics of never defeat, and Bynona's time distortion that increases attack and movement speed... You can also stack a few more buffs Really? The Master can do whatever he wants, right?"

Hemo is so angry. Dad said that he would use magic to defeat magic, and when Anaheim was captured, he would have to play with it.

The light female mage on the opposite side had not finished reciting the spell. Almost at the same time, Eladen beside Hemo also raised her staff. However, she was not adding magic blessing to Hemo's troops, but directly attacking the opponent's army.

After all, there are not many magics with enhanced properties in the death magic, they are all large-scale killing magics.

"In the name of Dark Zeres, witness the coming of destruction!"

The wet windbreaker blew. Eladen put one hand in his pocket and threw the handle of his staff heavily to the ground. The street that was originally covered by the wind of light magic was occupied by the death magic that gathered from all directions and took over half of the area. The face of the female elf mage changed drastically, because above her head, a huge celestial body with a purple outline and a strong aura of death appeared.

"Zereth Purple Sunset! The despicable dark race only uses evil dark magic to torture others. Bastards like you should go to hell. The only thing I worry about is that your blood will stain my holy robe!"

Eladen cast the third-level magic of the death system, Purple Sunset, to temporarily create a dangerous moving energy vortex. Those who failed to escape the touch of crystallization would be trapped in eternal damnation!

"Really?" Elladen smiled charmingly at the other party, "I heard that the disaster will last for thousands of years, hehe."

As soon as the purple setting sun solidified, many of the silver guards below were drawn into the center of the vortex together with the corpses of the two armies on the ground, strangled to pieces.

Finally, the fully formed magic vortex slowly moved, sucking in dozens of high elf warriors who were unable to dodge, and their gun formations were also shaking and loosening at this moment.

Hemo was immediately overjoyed, raised his sword and shouted, "The brave one wins when we meet on a narrow road! Brothers, charge with me!"

As he raised his arms and shouted, hundreds of Ironthorn Town troops behind him swarmed forward and rushed toward the high elves like hungry wolves.

"Raise your guns to meet the enemy! Leave no one behind!" The light female mage reorganized her troops. The elite silver guards recovered from the chaos and set up their gun formations to crush the oncoming Dark Elf army.

Hemer held a shield in one hand and a sword in the other and took the lead in rushing into the battle group of the Silver Light Guards.

He understood that these high elves were now boosted by light spells, their morale was high, and they would never be defeated. It would take a lot of time and effort to defeat them.

Therefore, his goal is very clear: to capture the thief first, capture the king, capture the female mage first, and then slowly annihilate this high elf army.

He chopped down several silver guards with his sword, and Hemer led his few Black Ark pirate guards to kill the female mage.

After several minutes of fierce fighting, the female mage realized Hemmer's intention and mobilized the pikemen on standby behind her to form a barrier around her.

At the same time, she waved her staff, and several beams of purifying energy shot out from her hand, illuminating the ruined streets and hitting Hemo directly.

"Lord Helmer, be careful, it's Shen's scorching gaze!" Eleden was too far away from Helmer, and was entangled by the silver guards. At this time, he could not get away to help Helmer, so he could only remind him loudly in desperation.

Several dazzling light balls stung Hemo's eyes in an instant. Hemo simply gritted his teeth and took a step back to stabilize his center of gravity, while placing the shield in front of him.

The power of the light ball was beyond Hemo's belief. The moment it came into contact, Hemo felt like he was hit hard and his wrist almost dislocated.

After resisting three light balls in a row, Hemer's left hand holding the shield drooped. When his arm was stabbed by a barbed arrow, he raised the long sword and used up the remaining energy to slash forward, knocking down several people. surrounded by high elves.

After he stopped moving, blood gurgled down Hemo's arm. He supported the ground with the tip of his long sword, his eyes were hot and he was breathing heavily. When another wave of attacks came, his own guards finally broke through the blockade and guarded him in front of him.

The situation was critical, and regardless of his injuries, Hemo pushed himself up and moved forward with his sword in hand.

A high elf spearman rushed towards him with a roar. Hemer threw away the heavy lord's shield and moved a step to the side quickly. He endured the severe pain with his left hand and grabbed the spear that passed by him, and pulled the sword away. Pierced the spearman's heart.

His cheek was cut open by the spear blade, and hot blood flowed out. Hemo touched away the blood beads, used his long sword to clear the way, and with his brave morale, he led the pirate guards to forcefully smash through the guard group in front of the female mage. He roared He slashed at the opponent, but the female mage also reacted quickly. The staff hit Hemo's already seriously injured left arm. In an instant, Hemo's face turned pale and he almost fell to the ground. The female mage stabbed her heart with a hand-guarded sword. At this moment, a sad swordsman rushed over and pushed Hemo away. He himself was pierced through the heart by the guard sword.

"Sir... I leave my family to you." The young sad swordsman smiled miserably at Hemo, and was then beheaded by the female mage.

Standing next to the guard, Helmer's face was covered with the other's hot blood. He stared blankly at the broken neck in front of him, feeling confused and stunned for a moment.

Helmer didn't even know his name, but the other party died in exchange for his life.

Strong guilt and anger hit Helmer's heart at the same time. Taking advantage of the female mage's long sword, Helmer rushed forward and knocked her to the ground. Then he grabbed the dagger dropped by an unknown person and pointed towards the female mage. The mage stabbed at the neck, but the opponent held down Hemo's hand and pushed back hard. Instead, the sword penetrated Hemo's shoulder blade.

Hemo was in so much pain that his scalp felt like he had been stabbed. He gritted his teeth tightly. After a stalemate for a few seconds, the dagger broke free from the two men's hands.

Suddenly, Hemo grabbed the helmet of a dead high elf spearman next to him and hit the female mage on the head.

Bang bang bang! !

After several dull thuds, the female mage beneath him made no more noise.

Helmer lay on top of the other person, with hot blood flowing down the back of his hands. He didn't know whether it was his, someone else's, or just the illusion before death.

His field of vision became increasingly blurry, and rain mixed with blood rolled into his blue pupils. Hemo vaguely saw Eladen rushing over with his guards... The scene was finally frozen here.

"Hold still! Everyone takes their own positions, and the rioters will be killed! The second Dread Spear Regiment is at the rear, and the Guards Regiment will be sent back to the military camp outside the city with Master Hemer!" Hemer fell into a coma, and Eladen temporarily took over the army. She was in danger. Directing the troops' actions chaotically.

Just as she was retreating in an orderly manner with the remnants of Iron Thorn Town, she failed to notice that on the roof of the courtyard on the right, there were a dozen hidden stealth men watching her team coldly.

The masked Shadow Crown hand quietly drew out the barbed arrow, and drew the bow to aim at the severely injured and comatose Hemer. The other hidden walkers on both sides aimed at their respective targets with great tacit understanding. The heavy rain was dripping, and they were engraved with the image of a fluttering eagle. The barbed arrow showed a moment of cold light amidst the explosion of thunder.

In the melee, how could Eladen sense the threat of the shadow walkers? Seeing the shadow walkers on the roof slowly pulling their bow strings to the full moon, they were ready to go.

Suddenly, the leader of the team, Shadow Crown Hand, seemed to notice something and waved his hand to signal his men to stop.

He stood up straight, twisted his neck, and sighed, melting into the rain, "What a haunting guy."

The Hidden Walkers turned around and saw a dozen Kane assassins wearing hoods and dark cloaks appearing behind them at some point.

Each of them has a dagger unsheathed and a loaded repeating crossbow in the other hand. The eyes under the hood were even cooler than the heavy rain falling from the sky.

Sabios did not respond to Shadow Crown's hand, but aimed the crossbow's crosshair at the opponent's heart.

Shadow Crown Hand did not panic at all. He glanced at the inner city of Anaheim shrouded in heavy rain, hooked his hand provocatively at Sabios, and showed a frivolous smile, "Do you dare to come?"

"You can try to escape again." Sabios said coldly.

Ah.

Shadow Crown Hand sneered disdainfully.

In the next moment, he and his Hermits had dispersed in all directions. Even when they were moving around on the roofs of buildings that were extremely smooth after being wetted by the rain, they still walked as fast as they could on the flat ground.

"Leave no one alive." Sabios took the lead in chasing the Shadow Crown's hand in the direction of escape, and the other Kane assassins each looked for their corresponding targets to pursue.

Under heavy rain, on the rooftop of Anaheim's towering courtyard, Kane's assassins and Nagaryth's Hermits battle group once again started a fierce competition.