Warhammer: Dark Elf

Returning to the Dark Palace, Larkas received an edict from the Witch King before he could rest. Malekith ordered him to lead the Thousand Bites Army southward to Nagaryth to support Loxia.

But the problem is that the main island of Obien has not yet been brought under the rule of Druchi. Once the troops withdraw, all their previous efforts will be wasted.

The Yankees will inevitably strengthen their defenses again. If they want to occupy the island, they will probably destroy all their wealth.

Lacasse was once again in a dilemma.

In the palace, there was a dim light illuminated by the blood-red glimmer of the cursed talisman, and the walls were covered with a tapestry woven from bloody hair. The eyes of the jagged portrait of the cruel god on the buttress gleamed in the darkness, staring down at Lacasse, who was pacing back and forth.

After thinking about it, Lacasse still felt that it was necessary to go to Osuun Island.

After all, the Witch King's orders must be followed, not to mention that he might be able to go to Osuun Island to find some dragon eggs to hatch.

Just when he made up his mind, the messenger brought Lacasse both good and bad news.

The powerful spirit of Lustria, the flesh-and-blood incarnation of the jungle, and the legendary ancient giant lizard Nakai, who has survived for countless years, led a large lizard-man army to land on the northern coastline of Osuun Island.

A fierce battle ensued with the patrolling Yankees.

The arrival of Nakai created a three-party check and balance situation on Obien Island in a short period of time.

The greatest risk, the greatest benefit.

Larkas decided to take the risk and left only part of the army to garrison the Zombie Island. He led the main force of Thousand Devourers to go south to Nagaryth on the Doom Demon.

If he can rush back to Corpse Demon Island before Nakai and the Yankees decide the winner, then he will be the biggest beneficiary.

Without waiting for me, Lacasse quickly gathered his troops, stepped onto the black ark, and headed towards the maelstrom.

At the same time, Malekith also summoned the Black Dragon Legion under his command. Dozens of Black Dragon Knights were ready to fly directly across the vast western ocean.

The wasteland outside the city of Tal-Drowdel.

At first light, the sky is still a fish-belly white, and the dim starry sky has not faded. The huge auspicious moon is like a white eyeball, staring at the desolate land with a solemn atmosphere.

Not long after, one after another exciting cheers shattered the morning tranquility.

The combined armies of the Joyful Cult and the Nicol Exiles swarmed towards Drowder in a tight manner. At a glance, this invading army composed of dark elves and Nehekhara undead was boundless. The steel city wall composed of fearful spearmen and gloomy swordsmen in heavy armor pushed against the disheveled and haggard-looking slaves; the Harganxi executioner in pitch black armor strode forward with a terrifying long knife, fighting with Along with them were the skeleton warriors and Ushabit. The graveyard knights rode at the front of the team riding snake-like mounts made of a mixture of magic, bone and steel, roaring under the magic storm that was about to take shape.

Various giant structures moved slowly in the rear of the army, holding giant bows and bone giants in parallel with the Holy Titans. Their size was not much compared to the war hydra beside them.

Behind the many structures are even larger and shocking war sphinxes. They carry the most elite Tomb Knights, and their heads are well protected by armor made of metal plates.

The majestic King Sehelek stood on the throne, his sharp eyes glancing directly to the other side of the battlefield.

Even in Nehekhara, constructs were rare, so seeing so many constructs at one time shocked the high elves guarding the city.

On the wall of Drowdel, the ballistas that were transported to the spire by hinges started to operate. The spears, halberds and swords of the defenders on the wall were lined up in rows. Shadow King Aris watched the dark elf army gradually drive through the open area in front of the city wall. .

Even after many bloody battles, the number of troops Morathi could mobilize was still at an advantage compared to the defenders.

This is why Aris, who always likes to take the initiative, agreed to Tyrion's order to first occupy the city and defend it.

Soon, the Erion cavalry outflanking from the Griffin Gate will cooperate with the defenders to surround the dark elves.

Realizing that the charge launched by Morathi was just a desperate struggle before the end, Aris sneered disdainfully. He ordered the gate guards to diffuse, and then thousands of arrows were fired along with the Talon Crossbow. The cannons were fired together and fell into the Joy Sect army overwhelmingly.

There are so many targets that you can hit them without even aiming. A large number of slave soldiers fell on the way forward, their bodies covered with silver arrows. However, this small loss was not enough to make the slaves stop charging or run away. Because behind them, there were more repeating crossbows aimed at their vital points.

The second wave of crossbows still killed many people, but it still had no effect and did not even affect the regular troops in the rear.

The undead warriors carried long siege ladders and rushed behind the slave army. Under the influence of the magic power of the funeral rituals, even if they were shot, they would immediately get up and charge like no one else.

The battlefield talent of the Tomb Kings faction is the Kingdom of the Dead, which is completely different from the killing attainments that the dark elves actively activate by killing lives.

As long as your own casualties reach the limit, the Kingdom of the Dead will trigger an increase in friendly forces.

The more undead that die, the stronger the remaining undead will be. Therefore, the Tomb King faction has never been afraid of losses in battle.

The flashes of light in the sky are traces of magic. The few mages of the high elves are fighting against the overwhelming harpies. Bright flames and light and shadow bloomed in the sky, and then it started to rain, but the raindrops were not water but broken corpses.

After a large number of slaves died, Nehekhara's vanguard carried the bottom of the siege ladder. They advanced on the pile of corpses, quickly shortening the distance from the city wall, and finally put up the engineering ladder despite the dense rain of arrows. The space between the walls.

Several silver guards pushed down the siege ladder from the city wall, but then more siege ladders were hung up. Each siege ladder was decorated with a skinned human head, trying to intimidate the defenders. .

Since setting up the siege ladder, the bloody siege began.

A tomb guard wielding a halberd was the first to climb to the top of the ladder, raised his weapon, and prepared to cut down all the flesh and blood bodies nearby, but in the next moment he could no longer move forward.

A precise arrow from Aris directly shattered the skeleton. The ancient tomb guard fell from the ladder and was swallowed up by the waves of flames splashing high in the trench along with the other early climbers. He didn't even have a chance to resurrect.

Under the control of the operator, hundreds of Eagle Claw ballistae fired crossbow arrows that cut through the dull air. The nearly six-foot-long crossbow bolt flew across the battlefield like a javelin and hit its target.

The war sphinxes mounted by King Sehelek were protected by strong metal shells and were not affected by the ballistae at all. But on the other side, a bone giant was hit in the face by the ballistae and staggered backwards. He didn't fall down even a step until he was shot by three other ballistae. The tower-like bone giant finally fell like a big tree, killing a dozen Black Ark pirates when it fell.

Many people died during the siege, and their bodies fell into the sea of ​​fire. The air was filled with the stench of burnt and bloody smells.

On a high slope overlooking the battlefield, Morathi looked at the fierce battlefield and the solid walls of Djoder, and her mood sank a little bit.

News came from Calvesish at the rear that the Kingdom of Elion in the inner ring of Osuun had sent troops to break through the gryphon gate siege, and that group of world-famous cavalry was galloping towards this side.

If Drowdel City cannot be captured today, the consequences will be disastrous.

Despite knowing that this trip to Ulsuun had a slim chance of success, failure was always frustrating. Morathi was unwilling to accept defeat, so she chose to put her all in.

Whether they can break through the defense line of the high elves and continue to advance towards the Temple of Cain depends on this battle.

While Morathi's thoughts were spinning, she heard Saga from behind say respectfully: "Lord Loxia."

"If the fight continues, the sailors of the Divine Blessing Fleet may all die on land."

Loxia walked casually and stood about three meters away from Morathi, keeping a safe enough distance from the crazy woman.

"Are you afraid?"

Although Morathi's voice was calm, there was a sense of threat that could only be felt in the dark.

At this time, God Bless the Evil Party must not withdraw its troops and must stand firmly on the same front as her.

"That's not the case." Loxia shrugged, and a pair of blood-red pupils on the Kraken monster mask revealed a look of helplessness, "I just feel that instead of wasting the lives of the boys here, it is better to do something more meaningful. matter."

Morathi smiled sarcastically, "So what if more people die? Their lives are mine. If you die for me, you will deserve to die."

"Hmm. Makes sense."

Loxia nodded and continued: "The Sword of Kane is indeed very good, but it is a fierce horse. Thousands of people covet it if it can be driven." Then his eyes fell on the Drowdel city wall soaked in blood, and he tested it. He said: "At least for now, you and I are not qualified to be special. What do you think?"

"Huh, qualifications?" Morathi exuded a huge aura, and the magic power of chaos hovered above everyone's heads. A storm was about to come.

"Qualifications are just an excuse for weak people to be cowardly when they can't get what they want. I can do whatever I want."

Loxia pouted.

It seems that I can't convince this crazy woman anymore.

However, he was not afraid of Morathi and simply prepared to lead the army and flee.

"Okay. Have fun. I..."

Suddenly, as if she sensed something, Loxia's words were paused.

He and Morathi raised their heads at the same time, looking up at the gloomy sky.

Dozens of giant black dragons shot straight through the sky from the sky, blowing strong winds and instantly appeared on the battlefield.

The wings of dozens of black dragons covered the sky and attracted countless pairs of eyes.

At the forefront of the Black Dragon Legion, the powerful black dragon leading the way is so eye-catching. What is even more frightening is the strong man standing on the dragon's head.

Malekith stood tall and tall above Seraphim. In the helmet that was enough to wrap a giant's head, a pair of cold eyes were looking down at the fierce battlefield, showing deep disdain.

No one expected that the Witch King from far away in Nagarond would suddenly descend on the battlefield.