Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 182 32 Descendants of Nagaryth

Author: The Fish Daxian who can’t swim

Chapter 182 32. The descendants of Nagaryth

Now that the decision was made, there was nothing to hesitate about. After the team had reorganized for a while, Darkus asked Alyssa to release the Quicksilver Dragonfly, and arranged the troops in the order of entering the field. Then he asked the dignitaries and

The animal trainer put forward some opinions and how to deal with emergencies. He does not have the traditional Druchi authoritarianism and has never been used to using his followers and soldiers as cannon fodder. Maybe he has not commanded a large corps in battle.

The reason?

After weighing it for a while, Druchi began to talk about some possible emergencies. The experienced Dorian said a lot, and Darkus adopted some and made corresponding arrangements.

The mechanism and function of the Quicksilver Dragonfly are good, but it also has huge drawbacks. It is not a problem with the operator, but is limited to the shape of the dragonfly. It is not as easy to use as a drone or a bird-shaped aircraft.

The dragonfly could only fly to a relatively low altitude in the air. It was shaken by the wind and might fall at any time. The result was as expected, it fell after shaking for a while. The specific investigation situation was not very good.

Nothing could be seen in the endless fog. However, Darkus did not set up a flag, saying that he would pay attention to the mechanism after returning, and change the body shape of the Quicksilver Dragonfly.

It was noon at this time, but the lead-gray sky began to dim, and the surroundings of the team showed a sickly gray color, which seemed to foreshadow something. There was an indescribable coldness in the air, not the cold brought by the weather and cold wind, but also a

A kind of silent cold kept spreading and penetrated deep into the bone marrow of the Drukhi people.

The Druchi drank hot water and wine, oiled their swords, strung their crossbows, and prepared nervously. Some of them had been hanging out with Darkus for a long time and knew Darkus's character. Since they had done so detailed

If they make careful arrangements, it means that the situation they will face is likely to be extremely dangerous. They have a bright future, but they don't want to leave themselves here.

The newly joined Druchi is also preparing nervously, checking for omissions. After six months of getting along and building the team, they also know Darkus' style. The cold lizards and war horses are also neighing restlessly.

, seems to sense the danger ahead, and the things in the fog may be ready and waiting for them to crash into it.

Soon, the slope was dotted with dozens of boulders covered with frozen moss and low withered grass, and the vast snow was painted with unpredictable and otherworldly colors. Everything followed the unpredictable light and shadow.

The wind was rippling, and it seemed that the wisps of mist in front were glowing with life and consciousness, like a door to hell that was about to open. Darkus could feel that the uneasiness was getting stronger. If it weren't for the fact that there was no way around,

He really didn't want to run into it.

Darkus used a formation of five in front and five in back, two on the left and two on the right to arrange the Disaster Walker chariots, while the cold lizards arranged in four waves. The first wave was commanded by him, the second wave was commanded by Maranur, and the third wave was commanded by Maranur.

The third wave is commanded by Selile, a son of the Hellscourge family. Selile has served in the Ebony Claw for many years and has rich experience. The fourth wave is commanded by Dorian.

"This is such a hellish place!" Maranur held the Soul Eater high and chewed tobacco. Cowell was on his left, but at this time Cowell was no longer as exaggerated as usual, but serious.

He looked at Misty and nodded in agreement.

After the team was ready, Darkus turned his head while chewing tobacco and looked at the sorceresses. The sorceresses nodded to him seriously and began to manipulate the wind of magic to add magic to the team. He did not shout.

When we set off, we didn’t shout any slogans about the second grade, but directly blew the horn.

Boosted by magic, the team accelerated into the fog.

Ahead, the Disaster Walker chariot led by Carlion almost disappeared in the soft mist. Darkus suppressed the growing sense of uneasiness and continued to move forward.

The mist devoured Druchi and the Cold Lizard hungrily, limiting the field of vision and blocking the sound. Darkus could only see some outlines in the mist. Two huge obelisks appeared on both sides of him.

The obelisk was engraved with Ulthuan's ancient ring mark. Vaguely, he could hear the clicking sound of Silabulaji's powerful hind legs stepping on the bare stone.

"Is there really a road here? An old road? Or some kind of lost legion?"

More silhouettes appeared, clustered on both sides of the path, with rotting chariots, broken wooden boxes, helmets, armor, swords and spearheads abounding.

Darkus turned his head and stared ahead, trying to see the traces and wheel marks of the Disaster Walker chariot. He felt vaguely dislocated. Maybe the fog was more complicated than he thought. He turned his head and glanced at the Cold Lizard Knight behind him.

They found that the three rows behind him were still following him. The cold lizard knights behind him met his gaze and looked at him. He nodded to the cold lizard knights.

"Speed ​​up!" Darkus ordered directly. His voice sounded unfamiliar and vague. After his ears heard it, a trace of disbelief flashed in his mind, as if the words did not come from his mouth.

The first batch of cold lizard knights held the Soul Eater high and began to accelerate. Darkus felt that he could catch up with Kalion, but the mist obviously distorted his sense of distance.

It took several more minutes for Darkus to see traces of Kalien. Something strange happened! The Disaster Walker chariot leading the way was moving slowly, and Kalien, who had always been reliable, was not driving the chariot.

Driving at full speed, the animal trainers on the left and right sides of the chariot platform kept observing the rear, as if looking for something, turning a blind eye to the cold lizard knight who was already so close, as if he didn't exist.

Darkus was not stupid. He knew that Kalien had slowed down and was waiting for the team behind him. He felt a chill pass through his skin.

The wind made a faint moaning sound in the mist, which seemed more like the sound of a horn coming from afar?

After the horn sounded, the fog seemed to become thinner, but the fog seemed to be alive again. Darkus kept wandering around. At the same time, he saw more of the surrounding environment, piles of armor, broken

Shields and notched swords, broken chariots and horses' vests rested among the traces of their decay. Amid a heap of breastplates, helmets and mail, a flagpole leaned diagonally. The flag was covered with dried

The blood clots hung listlessly in the mist.

Darkus could taste the fear in the air, smelling bronze like spilled blood.

At this time, the animal trainers looking back from the front finally saw the team behind them, and Darkus could even clearly see the relieved expressions of the animal trainers.

The team did not stop, but continued to move.

Darkus began to notice more details. The inscriptions on the carefully crafted chariots and armor were very eye-catching. The polished Ysrama silver gave off a faint blue light. He began to see skeletons among the piles of armor.

The head. Some helmets also have the owner's skull hung on them. The skull's silent screams of pain or anger make the jaws open wide.

A light suddenly lit up in the fog ahead, and a light blue light filled the fog. As the team got closer, the brightness of the light became brighter and brighter.

Both sides of the road were crowded with chariots and wagons pulling baggage, and the remains of a retreating army were clearly visible. The victims were torn apart by teeth, claws and blades. The dead bodies of the victims were everywhere, and the skeletal hands were still there when they died.

Holding the weapon tightly.

Darkus felt that his skin seemed to tremble with the coming battle, and he got goosebumps. But there was no sound in his ears. He held the God Quiteli Halberd tightly, and the halberd shaft felt familiar.

Let him feel some comfort.

The air shook with a silent scream.

Suddenly, a large number of figures appeared on both sides of the team. Darkus saw a terrifying scene. An army of the dead stood on the road, shining with the mysterious light of the tomb. The silver armor of Israma shone in the light blue light.

Shining in the sky, hanging on the skeletons of soldiers. Some of the dead held spears and swords, while others raised claw-like hands. Dots of cold blue light shone in the eyes of the dead, and their jaws opened silently.

cry of despair.

Standing at the front is a prince of Nagaryth. His Ysrama silver armor bears the obvious Nagaryth logo. His right hand holds a majestic long sword with the sword engraved with

Rune, obviously the sword is an old antique, higher grade than what Darkus encountered in that inverted fight. In his left hand, he held a broken Nagaryth flag, its tattered hem fluttering in the wind, and

Dripping with blood.

"Who disturbed our rest?" the Prince of the Undead cried and roared, his voice weak and sharp, like the sound of wind blowing through stones.

Prince Nagaryth's helmeted head turned to Kalien at the front, and his scorching eyes fell on the beast tamer like a sharp sword.

Kalien's pupils suddenly widened, and he felt that his heart was shrinking under the gaze of this strange being. His heart seemed to have turned to ice. Around him, he could vaguely feel that the dead were standing up.

. He came back to his senses in shock and fear and tightened the reins. In the past few years, he had followed Master Darkus all over the north and south and experienced countless things. He had seen many strange things. He was no longer the Kali he once was.

Well, he quickly got rid of that negative influence. And he was not driving a Cold Lizard chariot. He knew that the Disaster Walker chariot was not suitable for breaking through the frontal formation, but he did not use his empathy ability, but tried to appease the war horse.

At the same time, he began to turn the chariot to make room for the charge of the cold lizard knight behind him.

One of the resurrected dead uttered a terrible wail, and at the sound the host of the dead rushed forward, as if eager to fight an enemy who would bleed to death under their swords.

No negotiation, no negotiation! This former prince of Naggaroth may have been the best general in Aenarion. Maybe Morathi knew him, maybe Malekith had seen him in his childhood. But now he is gone.

Meaning, more than five thousand years have passed, and a large part of the former Nagaris people have become Druchi. The atmosphere has reached this point. There is no reminiscing about the past. These dead people will be satisfied with some sacrifices.

And the victims? Then who are the victims and sacrifices? How will Darkeus lead this team in the future?

Darkus did not shout slogans such as spear and shield, druchi, etc., but blew the horn again.

As the horn blew, the next three waves of cold lizard knights began to accelerate, and the first wave of cold lizard knights accelerated with all their strength.

"Who will stand on my cold sarcophagus and warm my bones with blood?" With the creaking of the ancient armor, Prince Nagaryth took another step forward.

Accompanied by the angry screams of the cold lizards, the first wave of cold lizard knights simultaneously lifted the soul eater flat and pointed the tip at the enemy who was about to collide. Then the cold lizard knights roared and crashed into the army of the dead.

The battle between the Scions of Nagaryth began.

"What are you talking about?"

When the two forces encountered a huge tearing collision, the air was filled with damn screams. Darkus could not see the flag-waving Prince Nagaryth among the group of howling dead. Leng was charging at high speed.

The lizards charged roughly into this army of the dead, and the cold lizards and soul-eaters crushed the ancient bodies, hurling shards of armor and bone back into the ranks of their brethren.

"Fight for death and destruction! For His Majesty the Witch King! For Krakaronde! Druch! Charge!" Maranur held the Soul Eater tightly and roared at the top of his lungs.

Then the second wave of cold lizard knights crashed in.

Darkus was reluctant to throw down this high-quality halberd and began to stab and chop in small steps. The other cold lizard knights abandoned the Soul Eater after the Soul Eater was damaged or had no room to display.

He stood up from the saddle, pulled out the serrated blade from the scabbard, raised the blade high and started slashing.

Druchi's war cry rang out in the mysterious fog, and the sword light flashed, passing through the crazy team of the dead, tearing limbs, torsos and skulls. Withered flesh and rotten tendons kept spreading, and yellow and white bones were cold and cold.

It was ground into powder under the lizard's tread.

The ferocious charge of the cold lizard knights would shock the mortal army, but the howling dead showed no fear at all. Perhaps these battle-hardened dead had experienced something more terrifying during their lives. The dead swept over Druch like a flood. Every time

One dead warrior torn to pieces was immediately replaced by another dead warrior, beating the heavily armored Cold Lizard Knight with blades, spears, and claws.

"Forward! Forward!" Darkus roared in the din, and his halberd blade kept slashing at the crazy dead. Silly Bulaji raised its head and slammed at the dead who attacked it, smashing the rotting corpse.

The corpses were bitten in half and their remains were scattered in an arc. He drove Shabulaji forward and rushed into another group of screaming dead people, who made a sound like splitting wood and fell into pieces.

There was a banging sound on the lizard armor, and when the dead man's weapon bit deeply into Sibulaji's scaly skin, Sibulaji let out an angry roar.

The corroded spear tip grazed Darkus' left shoulder armor, leaving a trail of blood on the back of his neck. The dead man's weak hands grasped the smooth armor wrapping his legs, struggling to pull him off the saddle. He

Ren next to him roared angrily, swung his serrated sword, and cut off the wrist and forearm of the deceased. The hinges of the rusty armor made a crackling sound, and the skeleton was scattered on the ground.

(End of chapter)