Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 209 59 Lost Victory (Part 1)

Author: The fish immortal who can’t swim

Chapter 209 59. Lost Victory (Part 1)

(Write about a fight between two sides,)

Just as Druchi's famous military strategist Newkel predicted, the war situation did not develop as he expected, but turned into another ghostly appearance, full of ups and downs and reversals. The Nagor

The first head-on confrontation with Hagrid Grave's army did not take place at the Blackwater Ferry as he had deduced, but in an unknown forest ruins.

Similarly, the Darkus brothers and his followers were also confused. When they learned the news, they communicated with each other with their eyes. They felt inexplicable and incomprehensible.

"Although I can't understand it, I was shocked!" Darkus finally concluded.

It all starts from the morning of this day.

Hagrid Grave's army emerged from behind the reverse slope of the ridge at dawn.

Malus is sitting on the saddle, and he has an obvious advantage at the rear side of the formation, that is, he has a better view.

Hagrid Grave's army made good use of Ferland's stupidity and took the advantage into their own hands. At night, the soldiers dragged out huge stones from the ruins and carefully pushed them to the front of the formation, creating

Anti-impact obstacles will make it more difficult for the Cold Lizard Knights and Behemoths of the Nagor army to charge. The Dread Spearmen lined up behind the obstacles, preparing to attack the enemy, and behind them was an army of Gloomy Swordsmen.

, further behind is a military formation composed of Black Sharp Crossbowmen and Reaper Ballistas.

This is a very common and typical fear lord configuration.

Malus observed with some irritation. He felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong for the moment. He suddenly had a strange and ominous feeling. He felt that today would be extra long.

Just as Malus was thinking, a long horn sound came from the Nagol formation.

"Are you confused?" Nagalia (the fourth sister) came to Malus and asked.

"Yes, sister, I feel like this is a trap that has been woven, waiting for us to jump into it!"

"Unless I'm mistaken? Our numbers and behemoths far exceed theirs, and they don't have the power to defeat us." Nagalia's masked head looked at Hagrid Grave's army to the north.

"But they have enough power to bleed us and delay us. This is not the only battle we must fight, sister. No matter what happens here, we must be able to continue to conquer Hagrid with enough troops.

Leif." Malus said sharply, glaring at Forlan in the distance, who was riding on a cold lizard and drinking the wine handed by the servant.

"That fool has wasted our greatest advantage, speed! And surprise! From now on, the closer we are to Hagrid Grave, the easier it will be to fail!"

"Don't say any more stupid things like that, Malus. Don't say any more! Do you understand?"

"I...I understand." Malus's retort was extinguished like a candle flame. He felt that his anger was extinguished the moment it burst out. No matter how hard he tried to maintain it, something seemed wrong with this?

"Very good! If you are worried about the Nagor army, you just find a way to pull them out of defeat. I don't have much influence on Fulan. The horn has sounded and the battle has begun. Take care of yourself."

Nagalia said calmly, as if Malus were some kind of well-trained beast.

The Nagor army took the lead in blowing the horn, and Hag Grave's horn responded to the Nagor's horn, preparing for the battle. The horns of both sides began to sound one after another, and they all blew the same tune.

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"Is there no magic that can be used? Lightning or scary phantoms? Or something else?" Malus asked.

"We must reserve our strength for a decisive blow, that time is not now!"

"If we don't win here, we may never get another chance!"

"Everything is going according to plan, brother. You will see." Nagalia said with a chuckle, kicked her horse, pulled the reins, and jogged away in the direction of Fulan.

When Nagalia left, Malus didn't even dare to stare at her back. He gritted his teeth in frustration. He felt something was wrong. There seemed to be some kind of magic affecting him, but he quickly turned his attention back.

The battle has begun.

The latest behemoth purchased by the Nagor army did not dispatch, but sent the Dread Spearmen up first. By this time, the Dread Spearmen had arrived at the ruins, and the skies above both armies were already darkened by the trajectories of arrows.

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The Dread Spearmen advanced slowly with shields in hand, forming a slow-moving steel wall amid the hail of arrows and ballistae. Every moment, soldiers fell, or clung to the gaps in their armor,

Short feather poles suddenly sprouted from the neck or thighs, or they were all strung together by ballistae, nailed to the ground like sugar-coated haws, wailing.

The injured soldiers staggered and crawled in the ranks. The luckier soldiers were able to limp or stumble back to the rear. The unlucky soldiers were trampled to death by their companions in the formation or crawled to death while crawling.

There was no sound.

The Dread Lord at the rear kept roaring and giving orders, ordering the waiting reserves behind to fill the gap, ordering the army to continue moving forward, and occasionally killing one or two unlucky guys who were lucky enough to crawl back from the front to serve as a warning.

From Malus' point of view, initial progress was barely smooth. So far, losses had been minimal, but the enemy's long-range firepower became more powerful the closer he got to the enemy's lines. He found that there were more firepower on the enemy's flanks.

There was a lot of movement, and it seemed that there were a lot of cavalry moving around. It seemed to him that the other knight commander was either indecisive, or trying to make the number of cavalry around the ruins appear to be greater than the actual number.

"Where is the Lord of Fear?" Malus first looked up in the sky and found that no mounts such as black dragons or manticores appeared. Then he began to carefully search the battlefield from the far left wing of the enemy. If it is not in the sky, it must be

In a place with a wide view to provide a broad view of the front.

"The Dread Lord and his retinue cannot be anyone else!" Malus saw it, just behind the center of the enemy's position. A heavily armed nobleman mounted on a cold lizard, but his hands had neither weapons nor shields.

Behind him were five cold lizard knights, but the number was too small to be of much use in a fierce battle.

The fear spearmen from both sides had collided with each other at this time, and the sharp screams unique to Druchi and the gritty crunch of steel hitting wood came one after another.

The Dread Spearmen of the Nagol were arranged in four rows. The Dread Spearmen in the front row raised their Sky Piercers to the height of their necks and brought the tall shields close to their bodies. The second row stabbed and penetrated the Sky.

The attacker raised his head high and aimed at the heads of the Dread Spearmen in the front row of Hagrid Grave, looking for an opportunity to stab the enemy in the head.

Hagrid Grave's Dreadspearmen were arranged in two lines, allowing the width of the formation to cover more ground. Normally this would make the formation less resilient, but the improvised defensive barriers still provided them with

Additional protection was provided, and only two columns were deployed to ensure that every soldier could participate in the battle. The sad swordsmen at the rear also pressed forward, squatting on the ground and raising their shields diagonally to better protect their bodies. They were waiting for the officer's call.

Order.

The sound of blows and the screams of the dying echoed from the ruins, and more and more wounded began to return from the front. Both sides were constantly attrition. The long-range firepower of Hagrid Grave's army never stopped, and they found

The vacant Swordsmen began to move forward under the command of the officer, taking turns with the Dread Spearmen, and hacked each other with the Dread Spearmen of the Nagol army.

"What's the price? Where are their cold lizard knights?" Malus was extremely anxious at this time. He didn't understand why he didn't just send out the giant beast to strike down, but just spent it like this. As long as Hagrid Ge

If Leif's army shows signs of retreating, the cold lizard knights of the Nagor will rush in directly to wreak havoc and kill indiscriminately. However, so far, the enemy has established a firm foothold, and the cavalry has not yet attacked.

sign.

The dense forests on both sides of the road gathered Nagor's troops into the ruins, and the Dread Spearmen had completely filled the fields in front of the enemy's position.

"Opportunity!" Malus observed for a long time and finally saw a loophole. The Fear Lord is the key. If he falls, the current resistance may quickly collapse.

At this time, the flag on the right wing of the Nagor was retreating. The ruthless arrows had already cost this thousand-man team a terrible price. Based on the uneven numbers, Malus estimated that this thousand-man team had lost half of its troops.

Combat force. The Dread Spearmen retreated in an orderly manner. Facing the enemy's pursuit, they continued to fight with all their strength, but they could not restore the decline.

In the center, Hagrid Grave's troops actually began to give in and retreat, and the gloomy swordsmen had already retreated into their formation. Just as the Dread Spearmen of the Nagol charged forward, the concealed Black Sharp Crossbowmen dispersed into several groups.

The squad began a heavy crossfire of fire, shooting sideways and unprotected by shields.

Malus watched in horror as the Nagor's huge force shrank visibly in front of him.

At this moment, the horn of Nagol's army sounded again, and the animal trainer began to whip and drive away the war hydra. The hungry war hydra roared and attacked.

"Attack! Forward!" Malus felt the ground trembling under his feet. He quickly glanced at the activated war hydra and shouted directly. He was ready to follow the pace of the war hydra and rush in to kill the opponent's fear lord.

solved.

Malus was distracted during the charge. He felt a little ironic. The first time he commanded the Cold Lizard Dread Knights to fight, it was actually from the Nagor, and the opponent was... This was completely different from what he had originally thought.

Same.

The heavily armed Cold Lizard Knights held the Soul Eater high and crossed the ridge and began to jog. Malus, who was at the forefront, shouted again, and the Cold Lizard Knights began to speed up.

In the center, the Dread Spearmen of the Nagor quickly separated in a hurry, but most of them had no time to react and were directly melted by the breath of the war hydra. Some of them entered the stomach, and most of them were trampled into pieces.

Meat paste.

The long slope is conducive to charging. The cold lizard knights of the Nagor have completed the distance in a short period of time. The enemy's arrows began to roar into the team, and there were constant dings from shields and heavy armors.

There was a sound, and from time to time, a cold lizard knight fell down and was stepped on by the cold lizard following behind.

With the charge of the giant beast and the cold lizard knight, Hagrid Grave's army in the center fell apart directly. The soldiers' fear replaced discipline, and they turned around and ran away. There were not many fear spearmen left on the Nagol.

They let out a cry of victory and pressed on, killing as much as they could.

Malus felt that with this wave of war hydras, the losses of the Nagor army were greater than the casualties caused by the previous fight. He had no time to think about it because he was already very close to the fear lord.

Twenty meters away, Malus raised his sword again and swept it down. The cold lizard knights responded with furious roars.

Facing the charge of the Cold Lizard Knights following the Nagor, Hagrid Grave's army collapsed even faster. The soldiers at the back screamed in terror and ran as hard as they could.

At the moment of impact, the harsh impact and hysterical screams echoed throughout the battlefield. The tip of the Soul Eater was aimed at the back of the fleeing soldier, and the cold lizard kept biting the armor, flesh and bones.

Here, a cold lizard roared in agony. Blood spattered and exploded around Malus, and the soldiers fell under the cold lizard and were torn apart like rag dolls.

"Forward, knights! Forward!" Malus slashed his sword towards a Black Sharp Repeater Crossbowman on the right. He found the gap between the bottom edge of the Black Sharp Repeater Crossbowman's helmet and the back plate, and directly

He cut off the neck of the Black Rui Repeater. He pulled out the long sword, raised the bloody long sword above his head and roared.

Trumpets blew wildly in the air around Malus as the enemy was driven back by the furious charge.

The Dreadlord of Hagrid Grave pulled a heavy long-handled mace from his saddle, his black steel armor was well crafted and engraved with powerful runes, and his face was hidden in an ornate helmet.

From behind, he stared at Malus who was coming towards him.

Malus was convinced that the Dread Lord was one of his father's main followers and a powerful nobleman in his own right, because the mace was so conspicuous.

The Dread Lord's retinue rushed forward, trying to stand between Malus and their lord.

Malus fought with these retinues, and his cold lizard knights also followed up and started to fight each other. The cold lizards under their crotches lost their previous violence and stared at them with big eyes and small eyes, not showing any signs of it.

There is no intention of biting.

Malus cursed and used all his strength to stab a subordinate on the head. The tip of his sword got directly into the eye slit of the subordinate's helmet and penetrated the subordinate's skull. When the subordinate screamed and twitched,

, blood and liquid flowed out along the blade of the long sword. He tried hard to pull the long sword out, but he couldn't pull it out, as if it was stuck there.

Just then, something hit the back of his helmet, making a tearing sound and everything went black.

The next step may be unstable and moving.

(End of chapter)