Warhammer: Dark Elf

Just when Hemer was organizing his defense line to prepare for the invading enemy from the front, bad news came from behind.

The messenger reported that hundreds of shadow warriors suddenly appeared in the outer city and attacked the rear army from the side. The Reaper ballista position was destroyed on the spot, and several legions fell into chaos at the same time, unable to take care of themselves.

Calvesish's order to Hemer was to hold the city gate and wait for the regrouped rear army to arrive, but now the soldiers he has, plus the newly recruited defeated army, are no more than a thousand, and many of them are still wounded, and their combat effectiveness is terrible. Just imagine.

What they were going to face was Alasta and his dozens of elite White Lion Guards, nearly a thousand Lothern navy, and countless slave armies.

Quantity and quality were completely crushed.

"But if we just block these defenders and drag them until the rear troops arrive, there is no chance of winning." Calvesish did not give him a specific time. Hemer was unsure and could only hope that the situation would be more optimistic.

He deployed two hundred Dread Spearmen at the forefront, using the city gate as the base point and extending towards the inner city to form a fan-shaped military formation. The Dark Swordsmen stayed at the rear as a reserve team, ready to replace them at any time.

The remaining sixty or so two-handed sword-wielding Ark pirates were Hemer's personal guards. They were sent to the left front by him at this moment, hoping to use their powerful anti-infantry capabilities to create pressure on the side of Nagaryth's army.

Eladen, who is good at spell killing, stands prominently at the rear of the formation, providing long-range support to the infantry resisting the line with the Black Sharp Company Crossbowmen.

After hastily arranging the troops, Hemer sat at the front line to stabilize the morale of the troops. To express his determination to defend the city, he tore off a piece of white cloth, dipped his hand in blood and wrote the four words "Kill without compensation" and tied it to his helmet.

Eladen put one hand in his pocket and raised his scepter to gather the power of the death magic Wind Shaysh.

Shyish are usually attracted to places related to death, such as battlefields and execution grounds, where the winds of death magic surge more strongly than in other places, and shyish are most prosperous when day and night alternate. Coincidentally, these two points are satisfied at this moment, so every magic released by Eladen is strengthened by Shyish.

The pitch-black torrent of magic shrouded Hemo and the others, splitting into thick, ink-like shadows, like extending black tentacles, grabbing at the invading Nagaryth army.

Many slaves were so frightened that they ran back before they could rush over. They trampled on each other in panic, causing numerous casualties.

Alasta, who was so jealous, could not care about these mobs. When he saw that there was still a line of defense ahead, he personally launched a charge. A dozen bloody white lions followed him and pounced on them.

Bang!

Alasta raised his head high, swung his double-edged ax and slammed it on the shield of a fearful spearman. The sharp ax blade was embedded in the shield. He roared loudly and lifted the shield, and punched the terrified spearman. The spearman flew several meters away.

"I'll go, what Asur Superman..." Hemo next to him was stunned and quickly pulled off the white strip on his helmet, for fear of being seen by Alasta.

Shocked, Hemer quickly commanded the nearby fear spearmen to surround Alasta. Seeing that he was deeply surrounded, Rasta showed no fear, but laughed loudly. He held the blood-stained double-edged axe, Suddenly spinning in place, a dozen fear spearmen who rushed forward flew in all directions and hit the ground heavily, making no sound anymore.

At the same time, soldiers from the two armies finally collided and started a fierce fight.

"Are you the commander?" In the chaos, Alasta stared at Helmer with his scarlet eyes, grinning frivolously, "Go to hell."

"No..." The word "yes" behind Hemo's words hadn't come out yet. Alasta swung his battle ax and slashed at him. Seeing the Saiyan attack him, Hemo quickly dodged and swung the ax blade down against Hemo's side. The moment it hit the ground, the floor shattered and cracked. Spreading like a spider web.

Hemo was not hesitant. He took advantage of Alasta's castration and slammed into the opponent with his teeth. Alasta was staggered by the impact of his hard shoulder armor. Before he could stabilize his body, a long sword came out. Hit him in the head.

Alasta, who had experienced many battles, immediately put the battle ax above his head to deflect the fatal sword, and then swept his right foot towards Hemer's knee. The strong force even made a sound of wind whistling. If he kicked it, , if Hemo is not disabled, he will lose his combat effectiveness on the spot.

Hemo suppressed the trembling long sword, but did not react at all. He was about to be knocked down. Suddenly, a dark magic power wrapped around the base of Alasta's feet. With a strong pull, Alasta's entire body shifted. Unstable, he actually fell down first. Seeing him tripping, Helmer broke out in a cold sweat. He immediately followed up with a last-ditch attack, stabbing the ground with his long sword continuously, but Alasta dodged them one by one.

As the captain of the White Lion Guard, Alasta's combat experience and skills overwhelmed Hemmer too much. He subconsciously avoided the blade by relying on his body reaction, rolled around on the ground and quickly stood up to grab a shield next to him. Blocking the latter's sword swing again.

"That damn sorceress!"

Alasta glared at Eladen in the distance. If she hadn't caused trouble just now, he would have killed the fear lord long ago.

Being glared at by the blond hunk, Eladen smiled charmingly and even blew a kiss to him.

"mua~"

Although he didn't say a word, it was better than a sword. Alasta's face turned red with anger, and a strong feeling of nausea came over his heart. He wished he could punch Eladen through with one punch!

Smashing the shield in his hand at Helmer, Alasta held the battle ax again and chopped down several fear spearmen beside him who took the opportunity to attack him.

Seeing that the surrounding spearmen were depleted and the thin front line was crumbling, Hemer quickly shouted and ordered the two groups of gloomy swordsmen prepared behind him to fill in the line.

But his move was also noticed by the enemy.

The commander of Nagaryth shouted loudly from the front of the army, "That's the other party's fear lord! It's their commander! Kill him! Kill him!!"

After the words fell, the morale of the high elf soldiers rose sharply, and the anger of the troops was far beyond many people's imagination. Even the following Lothern navy held spears and ignored the orders of their superiors and came over.

The black and sharp crossbowmen at the rear of the Hemo army worked tirelessly to load crossbow bolts and fired at the navy without large shields. In an instant, dozens of people fell in a pool of blood.

Another strong wind blowing from the port of Anaheim swept through the Lord's Courtyard and shuttled between the two armies fighting fiercely. The purple magic wind demon Yish was attracted by the blood and death, and condensed to the extreme. Eladen finally took out his left hand from his pocket, and gathered the staff in front of him with both hands.

"O Begana cursed by the Deceiver! Pour your pain and death upon the battlefield!"

When Eladen finished reciting the spell, countless evil shadows emerged out of thin air, instantly covering the dense army of high elves, and then great turmoil broke out inside.

Many soldiers bled to death on the spot, while many more threw their weapon shields into the sky, and then laughed strangely, as if they had instantly turned into demented fools.

The turmoil even affected Alasta. At this moment, he was hit by Eladen's Soul Blight, and his movement speed and strength were greatly reduced. He wanted to go back to reorganize his troops, but Hemo was tightly entangled in him and couldn't get away. He could only watch. One by one, his White Lion Guards were trapped in a tight siege and the battlefield was stained with blood. The majestic and mighty White Lions of Charis were cut into pieces by the Dread Spearmen, with blood splattering everywhere.

After finally getting rid of Hemo, before Alasta could reorganize his troops, Eladen once again tried to release another high-level death magic.

According to Eladen's magic storage limit, it was impossible for her to release two high-level magics in a row, but at this moment Shyish's power reached its peak, so she tried her best to release the second high-level magic, Zeres. Purple evil yang.

The moment the giant celestial body filled with evil aura appeared, nearly a hundred slaves were dragged into it and completely annihilated.

The purple evil sun moved slowly across the battlefield like a black hole, uprooting the big trees and dragging countless high elves into the shadow of death along with the broken ground.

The pressure on Hemo's army was reduced sharply, but there were too many people on the opposite side. Even if they had to take two high-level magics, they would still have an absolute advantage.

In the ensuing more intense fighting, our own troops were rapidly reduced, and the formation gradually retreated to the city gate. During this period, Hemer's helmet was knocked off, and his long white hair was scattered.

For a moment, Helmer was in a trance, his vision dimmed and brightened, and the world seemed to be quiet at this moment. He could only hear his own rapid breathing.

Suddenly, a bodyguard rushed to Hemo's side and suggested breathlessly: "Sir, if we keep fighting like this, we will all die! Order the brothers to withdraw!!" The two-handed sword in the hands of this Black Ark pirate His face was covered with blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own or the enemy's.

"If we keep fighting we will all die!!"

The soldier's echo echoed in Hemer's ears.

He woke up instantly and noticed that the troops had been squeezed to the city gate. People were falling in a pool of blood every moment. The remaining soldiers were resisting desperately, and some even needed the help of their companions to stand up straight.

The army of high elves is still charging continuously.

The situation was extremely critical. Helmer wiped the sweat from his forehead, only to be touched by the blood on his face. He looked around at his few remaining soldiers and was struggling in his heart.

To withdraw, or not to withdraw?

Retreating is equivalent to giving up the inner city to the high elves, which is very likely to trigger a chain reaction and cause the siege to fail.

If we don't withdraw, the soldiers from Tiezhen Town will fight to the death here.

How exactly?

Helmer hesitated for a few breaths before finally making up his mind.

retreat!

Just when he was about to call everyone to retreat, the sound of a large number of troops advancing suddenly came from behind.

Everyone looked back and saw that it was Morathi's personal bodyguards, the Black Guards of Nagarond holding heavy halberds, rushing to the battlefield.

"The reinforcements are here!"

"It's our army!!"

"It's time to counterattack!!"

"..."

The soldiers around him were ecstatic. Helmer breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and the weakness in his body quickly came to his mind. He barely stood on the ground with the tip of his sword.

With the addition of the elite Black Guard, the situation changed instantly.

Subsequent armies of dark elves arrived one after another, passing through Hemo and rushing towards the Nagaryth army on the opposite side.

In the chaos, Eladen saw that Hemo looked wrong and came over to support him.

Eladen tried to persuade Hemer to go back to camp and rest, but Hemer was worried that his soldiers would not go back. She couldn't resist him, so she had to help him move forward slowly.

The originally advantageous battle situation suddenly reversed, and even the heroic Alasta could not change the battlefield situation.

The Nagaryth army was retreating steadily, and the slaves who rebelled, with their morale collapsed, did not even have the courage to resist and laid down their weapons.

The entire battlefield was reduced to a one-sided massacre.

An hour later, the sky suddenly exploded, and a burning black chaotic lightning struck from the sky and fell on the remaining Nagaryth army. Countless people were crushed into dust, and a storm-like blood mist swept away.

In the eye of the storm, there was a magic wand floating quietly.

Aslata recognized the ominous wand as the Karadian wand of Morathi, the supreme sorceress of Grond.

When he realized this, Morathi, riding the black Pegasus Sophie, had already soared into the sky. During the duel with the Shadow King, she took advantage of the other party's unawareness and used the magic of traveling between worlds to descend into the inner world. In the city, thousands of people were evaporated with just one magic.

Now, in the lord's courtyard of Noda, only a few Alasta people are still resisting. Everyone is seriously injured and is about to die here.

Suddenly, an eagle roar came from the distance, and the giant eagle swooped down. On top of it stood the Shadow King and a group of his henchmen.

The Shadow King looked at the courtyard strewn with dead bodies, his eyes bloodshot. He drew his bow angrily, aimed at the dark elf army, and an arrow fell into it like a cannonball.

Boom!

The earth was shattered, dust was flying, and countless dark elves were killed in the magical explosion of the Moon Bow.

The Shadow King drew his bow again and was about to shoot a second arrow, but Morathi reacted and interfered with his magic power.

The giant eagle glided close to the ground at low altitude, and the shadow crown hand on it waved to Alasta and the others.

"Come up!"

Alasta looked around at the many dark elves surrounding them, and saw Hemer and Eladen among them.

He clenched his fists and stared at the two of them angrily. If looks could kill, Hemer and Eladen would have died countless times. When he led his men to jump on the back of the giant eagle, he also saw Eladen blowing another kiss to him.

Veins popped out on Aslata's forehead.

"Morathi, don't be too proud. The war has just begun." The Shadow King and Morathi looked at each other from a distance and said through gritted teeth.

The latter chuckled, "I hope so. Now return to Ulsuen Island with your failure. But soon, we will meet again."

The giant eagle carried the few surviving high elves and roared away in front of everyone.

The departure of the Shadow King also announced the fall of Anaheim. The Dark Elves retook Black Coast and drove the last high elves in the New World back to the island of Ulthun.