Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 211 61 Lost Victory (Part 2)

Author: The Fish Daxian who can’t swim

Chapter 211 61. Lost Victory (Part 2)

The battle continued, and the center of Hagrid Grave's defense line was penetrated, and the retreat turned into a rout. The soldiers stumbled down the hillside, fleeing for their lives. Fortunately, strict discipline prevented them from throwing away their weapons.

The horn sounded, and the Nagor's army chased the defeated soldiers with rhythmic pace, killing every defeated soldier they could catch. Even the battered Dark Riders joined the pursuit to avenge the bloody ambush before.

avenge.

"Marus! Malus!" The cold lizard knights cheered, shouting Malus's name.

"Where to go now, my lord?" asked the young knight.

"Where else? Hagrid Grave, of course! Onward!" Malus said, pointing his blood-stained sword to the north.

It was already dusk, and heavy rain had begun to fall in the overcast sky. After the battle at the Blackwater Ferry, the soldiers of the Nagor crossed the river one after another with almost no pause. The soldiers sat on the ground in the pouring rain, they were too tired

They could only pull up their cloaks to protect themselves from the rain. They were in urgent need of some rest.

If the sky hadn't turned more leaden from the rain, the soldiers could have seen the black smoke rising from Hagrid Grave from where they stood, but Malus loved the harsh weather and what it had to offer

Concealment.

Malus deduced that Hagrid Grave's Night Warden was aware of the disaster at Blackwater Crossing, but would not have guessed how close the Nagor's forces were to his walls. This was a slight advantage that he knew he would take

Walking all he could get. He suddenly rubbed his forehead absentmindedly. As the day went on, the headache became worse and worse, like something pounding in his skull.

Malus also knew that even if these exhausted soldiers could break through the city gate, they would not be enough to sweep the city. During the long afternoon, he considered this problem from all angles. Even magic would not work, because the night governor could

Summoning the sorceresses of Hagrid Grave to counteract the spell of the sorceresses of the Nagor. Now that the element of surprise was certainly gone, he could see no way of getting an entire army into the city without challenge.

.

"Unless?" Malus suddenly thought of something, but he was still not sure. There were too few clues, and the current position is very dangerous. If the city sends troops to deal with us, there will be no room for maneuver. The army will be trapped in the forest and

Between the valleys, it was crushed into pieces. Thinking of this, he decided to go and see for himself.

Malus stood on the rain-soaked ground, looking despondently at the troops that were still gathering in the distance. He could clearly see the flag of Valahar, and about ten thousand Druchi were gathering.

Waiting. What’s worse is that he saw countless powerful banners, and it seemed that all the powerful people in Hagrid Grave came out. Where did Isvar get such great influence? "

"Mother of the Night!" Malus exclaimed in a low voice. He pointed to a wet black and red flag. He couldn't believe it. He even thought that it was just a cover. There was only a flag and the Kane sect did not move out. He

After seeing Nagalia, he asked directly, "Isvar even summoned the witch spirits and executioners from Kane Temple?"

"You gave him!" Naga Lia, who came from behind, said blandly.

"What do you mean?" Marus asked at Nagaria.

"My brother, now the whole city is talking about you. Some wounded tells your heroic deeds. 伱 It's like a chaotic demon, the old Varahar died, so many powerful fear lords are fighting outside,

Now the whole city is trembling for your arrival. "

"It seems that I finally have a reputation. If we did not camp yesterday, we could have defeated the enemy at the black water ferry, and then rushed here before calling his army to call his army. The scene in front of us proves our failure."

The sense of frustration burned a hot hole in Marus's heart. In the constant devouring his heart, his fist tightly said that he pointed at the banner on the opposite side. He said bitterly.

"The city is indeed talking about you, but the real situation is that the witch's hand, Truch's chief executive Dakuus Hell's disaster came to this city yesterday."

"Dakius? What does he do here at this time?" Mars said excitedly, he suddenly thought that he went to Clarkaronde to sell loot experience after the end of Harksier's trial sailing.

In that ambush, he thought of watching his Clarkaron's power at the city wall. Dakius was also among them. After that, he understood the cause and consequences in the mouth of Foulland.

God began to treat him cruelly, so how he worked hard, and the God never smiled at him again.

"No, this battle has nothing to do with him. The purpose of his coming here is just to test a strange device, at least he said so."

"What?" Marus was unbelievable.

"But his arrival made these cold -seasons who watched the wealthy children who dispatched. I guess these nobles want to share a cup from military merit. Maybe they can enter the eyes of the witch's hand to obey?

What about the vision? "

"His hand of the witch king? CEO? Mother of Darkness! Why! Why!" Maruus cursed, scolding him in the end he couldn't control his emotions and began to roar angrily. He felt it.

The unprecedented jealousy and hatred, he is the same age as Dacus, but his experience is different.

At this moment, Marus felt the mockery of fate, and mocked him to fulfill his body. Why did he ambush? Because Dakius also participated in trial exercises in that year, Dakius also brought back a lot of

Azer slave, Dakius's brother did not like to compare his brother and a black blade by the power, just because of this, full of irony and ridiculous. Why didn't he sell loot in Karonde Caldou?

Is it to go to Clarkaron? It's just because the latter can sell higher than the former! This seems to be the beginning of his tragedy.

"Now we have no choice but to retreat! Even if we go all out, we cannot fight against such a huge army." After a while, Marus, who recovered from bitterness, carefully reviewed the enemy deployment.

Nagaria did not respond to Marus, but silently in the distance that was still gathered in the distance.

"Isvar is likely to wait for the news of us to enter the valley, and then we will be surrounded by prey. The plan is a gambling from the beginning, and it has failed now. We must work hard to bear the consequences."

"I don't know about military matters. I have to go back now." Nagalia still said calmly, as if all this had nothing to do with her, and the purpose of her coming here was just to take a look.

Malus was still standing there looking at Hagrid Grave's army in the distance. His eyes suddenly widened and he was stunned. He slowly turned around to look for Nagalia's figure, but Nagalia's

The figure had long since disappeared into the night.

"Mother of Darkness, the plan is right in front of me, but I didn't see it!" Malus said painfully. He felt like a fool. He suddenly realized that the entire military operation was a scam from the beginning!

There was no plan, it was a betrayal calculated to solidify the position of Nagalia's ally Isvar, the new Valahar.

A major military victory over the Nagor's forces would give Isvar much-needed legitimacy and prestige among Hagrid Grave's powerful elite.

Malus rode the cold lizard all the way back to the valley and arrived at the new camp. He heard the hammering of hammers and the noise of the army camping in the valley.

The road was dark, and the druchi and slaves of the baggage team were working hard, setting up tents and distributing dinner rations. The soldiers of the Nagor army were staggering like drunkards amidst the hustle and bustle of camp construction. At this time, there were no more

Due to discipline, many soldiers simply lay down on the wet ground and fell asleep immediately.

"What are they thinking?" Malus looked at the chaos happening in front of him, trembling with frustration and anger, and strode into the camp with murderous intent.

The plans of all Druch military camps were the same. Malus walked through the narrow alleys between the nobles' tents and found that he seemed to be in a veritable city, filled with trucks filled with luggage and supplies.

"What does this mean?" Malus saw eight fully armed Druchi standing there with unsheathed long swords in their hands. He immediately stopped and pulled out his long sword. He shouted sternly.

He asked, his voice as sharp as the sword in his hand.

"Restore order! Correct order! You cruel bastard!" the leader said in the same stern voice.

Malus's hand tightened on the hilt of his sword, and he took a step forward, wanting to kill the leader who spoke, but the followers had already rushed towards him silently. He let out an angry roar, and then fisted

Hitting him on the back of the head, the world plunged into darkness again.

When the tip of the knife carved a jagged line on Malus's forehead, he woke up screaming. He was stripped naked and hung by his hands on a thick tent pole. Ferland was standing

His current face looked at him with hatred.

A pair of large braziers were lit in the tent, and under the light, Ferlan's battered face looked like a Chaos Demon. Malus could smell the stench of cheap wine on his breath, and could also see that he was dark.

Crazy flames danced in his pupils, and he smiled like a vicious child.

Malus looked around the tent, blood streaming down his cheeks. Ferland's followers and sycophants crowded the main room of the tent, standing quietly as if they were witnessing an execution.

"Hit me?" Ferlan asked viciously.

Searing pain exploded on Malus's forehead, and he let out an angry cry and lowered his head, trying to prevent the dripping blood from splattering on his eyes.

"This is a mistake you will soon regret, I assure you. I have given the Cold Lizard Knight to another Dread Lord in recognition of his loyalty and courage, and you will no longer have a place in this army

A place for you. As a traitor, you will be summarily executed, but I will spend a night skinning you alive." Forlan raised the bayonet blade, watching the firelight shining on the blade, he continued

Then he said, "My only regret is that I have so little free time. You have no idea how much I long for this opportunity, Malus. I once dreamed of spending days slowly vivisecting you. I spent

I paid a large fortune to Sovereign to build a special room in my tower, where I can tear you apart, reassemble you, and tear you apart again, day after day, year after year!"

Ferlan grabbed Malus's chin, inserted the tip of the thorn blade into the skin above Malus's right eye, and slowly began to cut open Malus's skin.

Malus gritted his teeth and trembled with pain.

"Have you ever drank wine from the skulls of powerful men, my cousin? The wine's age seeped into the bones, subtly changing the taste. In the morning, I will sit on Hagrid Grave's Night Governor's throne, drinking from you

Red wine in my skull, I can’t wait to taste how it tastes now.”

Malus gasped because of the pain, hot blood flowed from his eyes, and the dull pain pounded in his head.

"I understand your plan now, the entire campaign is to lure out Hagrid Grave's army. I've been thinking of every trick and strategy I know of, but I just can't figure it out, and that's because of you

Never intended to win in a fight. I should have passed

Sneak into the city through a hole in the ground and assassinate the Night Governor for you, and then you will emerge from the shadows and crown yourself with the Night Governor's crown. Nagalia cast a spell in my mind, twisting my memory to make me forget, no

"?" Malus spat and said slowly.

"She...she said you wouldn't remember it!" Ferland took a step back and said with his eyes widened in surprise.

"I don't need to recollect, the clue is right in front of me. Once you have the tiara, no one can take it away from you except by force or the recognition of His Majesty the Witch-King. That is the law of the Druchi! I expect that in

After some initial resistance Isvar will accept the status quo, and by the time the more powerful lords return from the campaign, your power base has been solidified and they have no choice but to accept you."

"As an assassin, my life is of course forfeited, but if I survive this attempt, you can hand me over to His Majesty the Witch King for execution and gain tacit support for your rule." Malus

said sharply.

"It's amazing. If you weren't a ruthless and treacherous bastard, you would be very charming." Nagalia swept through the tent like a cold wind and came behind Malus, shrouding Follan's head like a vengeful ghost.

. She took off her mask and tossed the wet cloak hood back. Her eyes were clearly visible, flashing with magical flames.

Furlan flinched at Nagalia's approach, and Nagalia slapped him across the face so loudly that he almost fell to his knees.

One of the guards roared angrily, and rushed towards Nagalia with a dagger in hand. She only spoke one syllable, and the air in the tent froze for a moment, and the guard fell dead at her feet.

"Get up your idiot! Have you given up your only reason?" Nagaria said sharply to Ferland.

"He rebelled on the battlefield!" Fordland said angrily.

"Then you can do whatever you want? You stupid little guy! Do you think this is the way of the night governor? When the affairs are important, will the night supervisor succumb to your own desire? Do you deserve it?

· Son of Palese? "

"Do you dare to call me like this? When I become a night governor, I will ..." Fordland retorted.

"Ah, but you're not Ye Director now, isn't it?

Fordland stared fiercely at Naga Lia, made a gesture to his obedience, unbuttoned Mars, and brought him clothes.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, adult, I'm looking for Lord Marus." The entrance door of the tent was politely pulled aside, and a dozen cold -looking cold lizards squeezed into the tent.

At a glance, a gift was respectful to Fordland, and then said smoothly.

"Master Mars is no longer your lord." Foulland interjected.

"This joke is not funny, adults, Lord Marus led us to win at the black water ferry, and killed Hage Gref's fear lord in the battle. How ridiculous this is!? Think about it.

How much objections caused in the team, let alone the insult to your father. At the beginning of the Governor of Barnes, he gave him the command to him. I did not expect that my general had such an elegant sense of humor. "

Unexpected, the young knight smiled, and then began to say teaser.

Foulland could only stare at the young knight, and the chin turned defeated.

"The Cold Lizard Knight is waiting for your order, adults. Can I take your armor?" The young Cavaliers turned to Marus and asked.

"Please forgive, Lord Foulland. These people are tired and hungry. If they wait too long, they can easily become ... non -obey the rules." Marus glared at Fordland and said with a smile.

"Sorry, for so long, adults. Before finding you, we searched almost all the tents in the camp." As soon as the door of the tent, the young knight said.

"Don't apologize, you do well. If we want to avoid disasters, now we must hurry up. Call all officers and let them come to my tent immediately. We must leave here!"

, But he turned his face to the sky, and taste the pain. He takes a deep breath and concentrates his thoughts.

"We retreat?" The young knight frowned and asked.

"We have no choice, this battle has never been for success. This is just a bigger plan for a bigger plan. It aims to lead the soldiers of Haggge Gref to the city, and it has succeeded.

After leaving the valley, the army will be destroyed. "

"You are talking about the changes of the soldiers. The real rebellion! Ferland planned to stay in the battle, right?" The young Cavaliers asked seriously.

"No, he wants to sneak away while you are killed. You either stay here and wait for death, or get out of luck and return to the Nagor."

The young knight nodded and left with the cold lizard knights.

"See how Nagalia and Furlan plan to send an army behind me to force me?" Malus walked in the opposite direction, following the orderly layout of the camp until he reached where his tent was.

His mind was racing, trying to formulate a plan to withdraw his troops in the dead of night, right under Isvar's nose.

Suddenly, the sound of horns in the distance echoed in the night sky, and the night air trembled with the sound of horns and the sounds of battle.

Malus, who had already reached the tent, stopped, panting heavily and tasting the bitterness in his mouth. The echoing horn sound had a terrifying meaning. Isvar found the camp, and Isvar decided not to wait for dawn, facing exhaustion.

Unable to bear it, the disorganized Nagor army launched a surprise attack.

"Brother, it's time." Before Malus could react, Nagalia said and walked out of the darkness.

"It is indeed time to retreat, sister, the army is in serious danger." Malus turned his back to Nagalia and tried to take out the serrated dagger from his waist as he spoke.

"Army? The purpose of the army is to sacrifice. I have another important task for you, turn around!" Nagalia ordered.

Malus turned around helplessly and found that his body was out of control.

Nagalia stood not far away, with more than a dozen followers in black robes standing beside her.

Ferland stood aside, holding a long sword in his hand, his face twisted with anger and fear.

"You will do exactly what I say, follow me!" Nagalia's glowing eyes narrowed, and she continued to order.

Malus could feel the coldness of Nagalia's smile.

When Nagalia held Malus tightly, the pain disappeared from his body. A terrible momentum swelled in his chest, like poisonous snakes wrapped around his heart, and his feet began to

It moves automatically without control.

Isvar's army has launched an attack.

Nagalia led Malus and her retinue westward, out of the camp and into a dense forest at the bottom of the valley.

Malus followed his sister like a well-trained dog, listening helplessly to the cries and screams of the dying army. He prayed to the Night Mother that the Cold Lizard Knights might escape, or die less.

He couldn't stop moving, no matter how hard he tried. No amount of will, anger, or fear could stop his feet from moving of their own accord, no matter where Calia went.

The team walked in the forest for a long time and came to a huge granite boulder rising from the ground. This granite boulder was as big as a small cabin and opened up a small clearing in the middle of the intricate woods.

The rain was falling steadily, and the clear spots on the granite were sparkling.

Nagalia's retinue spread out around the granite, one group posing in prayer postures, and the other group standing guard around the clearing. At the same time, she summoned a flame and began to inspect the granite.

"Sister, I have been thinking about how our famous brothers gathered troops so quickly to counterattack the Nagol army? Admiral Barnes Bale has every reason to believe that before we passed the Blackwater River,

, we will not see any serious resistance, and I daresay he knows Hagrid Grave and its leaders as well as anyone."

"It seems Isvar is a more effective leader than anyone imagined." Nagalia said absently.

"Or have you been in contact with him? Did you warn him of the Nagor's plan? Also, why were there no spells cast today? Where is the sorceress of the Nagor?!"

"Is what he said true?" Ferlan looked at Nagalia with wide eyes.

"Why should I do this, you little fool?"

"None of this went as planned! You never said that my army would be destroyed! Without a loyal army, how can I control this city?" Furlan became angry and roared.

"I believe you have been betrayed, my cousin."

"Shut up! You are just provoking us and making us hostile to each other!" Ferlan slowly turned to look at Malus and roared, his right eye began to twitch.

"She and Isvar have been allies for years, both cultists of Slaanesh! Didn't she tell you? I thought you two were engaged! Don't you Nagors ever talk to your future wives?

?" Seeing the horrified expression gradually appearing on Ferland's face, Malus felt a burst of joy, and he laughed in front of Ferland.

"Is this true?" Ferland said in horror, his face pale.

"Oh, yes, my brother is right," Nagalia said still absentmindedly, her fingers tracing an indentation on the granite.

"She wants me to kill the Nightlord, but who else will benefit from his death? Isvar, of course! After he destroys your army, he will be hailed as a hero. Then when he returns to Hagrid

·When Grave learns of Night Governor's death and takes over as Night Governor, who will oppose him? Maybe only the Witch King's Hand. I think you will be handed over so that he can parade you through the streets when celebrating his victory.

."

"Shut up! Shut up! Nagalia, tell him! He is wrong! You will never be able to rule next to Isvar, only I can make you queen!" Ferland had lost his mind and was shaking with anger.

"Marus, kill Furlan!" Nagalia said imperiously.

"You lying whore! If you want to kill me, then do it! I trained with the best duelists on the Nagol..." Ferland screamed in fright, before he could say anything.

He was interrupted by the dull sound of steel hitting his body.

Ferland's eyes fell on the handle of the dagger protruding from his neck. His last breath escaped from his lips, he let out a surprised sigh, and fell directly to the ground.

"Impressive throw!" commented Nagalia.

After the evaluation, Nagalia sang in a low voice, and a blue light flashed. A large hole appeared in the granite, and the hole seemed to curve downwards into the ground.

"Let's go home! Brother."

(End of chapter)