Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 226 76 Northern Wave

Author: Fish Fairy, which is not water

Chapter 226 76. Northern Wave

Rocksia traversed the width of the finger of the finger in front of the neck from the neck. As long as the throat that moves a little bit, it will be cut.

He shook his head and pulled back the sawtoothy sword, and looked at the other obediences present, trying to find the next warm -up object, he even had the idea of ​​letting these people go together.

"Adults, Clarkaron's people want to board the ship. Now a large amount of materials and crickets are hoarding on the dock.

After hearing the expressionless nodded, he waved his nod, waved his hand to signal the end of the exercise today.

When Rocksia walked over, there were already a large number of troops on the dock that were set together. The market where Dakius once went to the year had been emptied, and a large number of materials and re -entered the market were successively entered.

The hawk banshee cage, this group of noisy beasts kept holding the cage with a sharp claw. A large number of cold lizards in the upper air outlet were circled in the temporary fence.

"Feng Clarkaron's night supervisor, these troops and materials must enter your black ark." Said the power and nobles in the dock area.

If you hear the wealthy and wealthy, Loccia's obedience has a little commotion, making an uproar discussion.

"Do you need to clear the slaves on the boat?" Rockecia glanced back dissatisfied, and the voice stopped at the moment he turned back. He nodded to Quan Gui, and suddenly thought of something. He said.

"It should not be used for the time being." The wealthy and nobles in the dock area continued to say without humbleness. When I said, I also glanced at the Nagor that was parked in the distance.

At this time, the Nagor, a large number of Clarkaron, had already pushed up. Under the promotion of slaves, the large car -filled car climbed up the slope of the dock and the black ark.

What Loccia felt, and looked north of the sky, and the six black dragons were lined up in an orderly formation.

"Things seem to be bigger than I think." Loccia said secretly. He looked at the tower of the God of God to clearly see that the tens of thousands of troops in Clarkaron were mobilizing to march to the pier.

On the farther place, there are still warrs on the Nagaris Bridge.

At this time, Karonde Carl, Nagaros Northeast, happened to make residents rare. Three black arms belonging to Clarkaron were opened to the dock under the guidance of the port guidance ship.

We ran to the pier to eat melon, what happened to their constant discussions.

You must know that Clarkarone, as Karonde Carl's opponent, Clarkaronde's black ark has never stopped at Catonide Carl.

Clarkaron can also manipulate this. Many returned ships are usually only dumping slaves in Callende Carl. Trone can sell a high price in the entire winter of Clarkaron, and there are good services there are provided to it to it to provide them to it to provide it to the provided to it to the provision of it to it.

The returning ships and crew members come to soothe their hearts, which will make them feel that they have been away from the sea and ships, such as hotels, tavern, casino, branch, and fleshy houses and arena.

More importantly, the ships that are parked in Clarkaron can be properly maintained in winter. After all, the winter of the wicked sea is frozen.

It was attacked by strong wind, ice rain and tsunami.

What's more, the two cities have some conflicts and interests in terms of animal trainers.

Du Lias stood on the deck and looked at Karonde Carl expressionlessly. In his memory, this was the first time he came to Karonde Carl. What is even more rare is that what he wants to do next is

Transfer Karonde Carl's army and mercenaries to Nagaron. Thinking of it, he couldn't help but make a joke laughter. He felt a little ridiculous, but there was no way.

This order was his good nephew Dakius, which was published in the name of the CEO of Trudech. He had no reason to refuse.

"It's all spiritual, you know the consequences of losing Clarkaron's face."

Three black arms are in order to rely on Hong Kong in an orderly manner.

The formation of the night -time nightburge where the team is located.

The parliamentary hall of Karonde Callon Night Ram is exploding fierce quarrels. Most of the wealthy people do not recognize the recruitment order issued by the Witch's hand. They question the legitimacy of this call.

The one -eyed night supervisor with a eye mask was calmly watching the quarrels in the main position. It seemed that the matter had nothing to do with her until her housekeeper walked in from the side door and said what to say.

After Kira Night nodded, he tapped the desktop gently with his index finger. Soon the quarrel in the parliament hall stopped.

"Clarkaron's three black square boats just stopped on the dock, and the team composed of three Titan Governor was coming here." Kira Ye Governor said in a hurry.

The wealthy people present were uproar, and obviously, the crusic things were the first to be the first to them.

"In my impression, the last time Clarkaron's black Ark stopped here or we were in the war of Azer's cousin." Lyciki, who was sitting next to Kela Ye Dao, was not salty or not.

Saying.

"According to the news I got, your nephew Rockesia has responded to the call of the Witch's hand." Kira Ye Governor said slowly after knocking on the table again.

"The family of your degeneration has betrayed Callonde ..." A man who pointed at Lyhkill's roar.

Before the power and noble finished speaking, Laiskir quickly stood up to fuck the back of the chair. With a second, the chair flew over the stand.

"This is a harsh allegations! I'm just old, but I haven't died yet." Laichkir looked at the powerful and noble roar of the competitive relationship with the family of degeneration.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to say that the order I got was that the three black Ark of Clarkarone would assist us to transfer the army to Nagaron.

At first, there are scars on the beautiful face, and the scars look a little terrible under the movement of the smile.

"Have you ever thought about the call of the Witch's hand, but does Her Majesty the Witch King not released?" After a while, looking at the nobles who were thinking about, Kira Ye Governor said.

"Then it means that the call of the Witch's hand is illegal!" Anyone didn't want to say it directly.

"Is it possible to happen something we don't know?" Lakas seemed to think of something.

"Rocksia responded to the recruitment of the Witch's hand, and it shows that Clarkaronde has responded to the call, and then Higg Gref has no reason not to respond. If there is something that happens, you can bear Catonide.

Is Karl's no response? "Kira Ye Governor looked at the group of unruly power and said slowly, she paused and said," You know the means of the hand of the Witch, and you also know the Witch King

His Majesty's trust in the hand of the Witch King has never been there, and this time, everyone has not made a little earning, and even far exceeds Solin, which we wipes the buttocks for the Lamnis (the one that the Dark Council is stuck).

"

"What will Her Majesty the Witch's Her Majesty Callend Carl? Is this the rebellion of Karonde Carl Needle on His Majesty?

Is it? "

Although the family of Kira Yezuo is also in Karonde Carl, her current identity is the night governor of His Majesty the Witch's fate. She will be responsible for Her Majesty and Witch's hand.

The nobles present calmed down, and they thought of what happened in Nagaros one after another during this time.

"Clarkaron's three Governor is coming immediately, don't shame to Karonde Carl!" Kira Ye Director knocked on the table and said sharply.

Intersection

Marus stared at the white light, just like Dakius for the first time. At first he saw nothing. His eyes became weak, his eyelids trembled, and then the dazzling light suddenly subsided. He saw the eyes of fate

Vague images in the crystal.

A dark stronghold stands on the chaotic wasteland. The strong walls of the stronghold have been destroyed. The only door that can enter and exit is crooked on the side, buried in a bunch of twisted, and under the deformed corpse.

On the armor of the Ruqi soldiers, hundreds of horn orcs and the barbaric northern guys were lying around the falling Trucci soldiers, or they were knocked down by the crossbow, or were pierced by ax or sword.

After a while, the sight blurred again and reappeared again.

The scene shows another stronghold. The stronghold stands on the top of the rock mountain above the turbulent river. The wall of this stronghold is blackened by the fire, and the defense work is torn away, just like it has been caught by a huge hand.

The armed Trude soldiers' corpses are scattered on the stack of the city. Marus can clearly see that the few Trudeci soldiers in the stronghold have made the final resistance at the foot of the burning tower.

The scene changed again, showing another ruined stronghold to Marus. He glanced at Morace worriedly. When he looked back at the eyes of the glowing fate, he was showing another strong base. The tower of the base.

The fire in the ruins was still rising and smoky. When he saw the city wall of the base gate, he widened his eyes.

The artillery shot was threatened.

For Truch, who lives in Nagaros, the northern guy and chaos in the north are a threat that exists forever. This is why it is built on a row of strongholds on the northern border. But usually the attackers avoid the base as much as possible, but

It is not spent to deal with.

"What is going on? Is this an invasion?" A sudden thought sent chills down Malus' spine, and he exclaimed.

"Look at that!" Malekith pointed to the Eye of Destiny and said without answering Malus.

This time, when the vision became clear, Malus saw a sky full of fire. A dark tower stood in a burning forest. Under the rolling, flaming sky, hordes of monsters raged.

Howling, frantically banging against the precarious walls of the stronghold. Spear tips gleamed on the battlements, and dancing serrated swords gleamed as the besieged Druch soldiers cut ropes or pushed down ladders.

Crazy beasts and furious Yankees surrounded the stronghold. Crossbow bolts kept pouring into the shooting holes of the watchtower, causing serious damage to the enemy team. But for every one who fell, three more rushed forward to take over.

Location.

Gigantic figures waded through the raging tide of Chaos, as hunched and misshapen trolls and fearsome giants hauling gnarled tree trunks into clubs attacked the stronghold.

Under Malus's gaze, two flames shot out from the watchtower and hit a giant in the chest. In an instant, the huge creature was surrounded by flames. He knew that this was the magic of the sorceress. The giant shook in pain.

Clumsily swatting at the flames that engulfed his body, he threw out balls of sizzling, burning flesh that fell on the beasts and Yankees surrounding his huge feet.

Malus could imagine the fanatical cheers of the Druchi soldiers rising from the battlements when the giants suffered this pain, but the attack did not stop. Other giants clumsily walked to the battlements one after another and began to beat with their clubs.

Completely ignoring the crossbow arrows that stung their thick skin.

Magic tore through the burning sky, and hordes of fearsome winged demons swooped down from the sky, dragging the Dread Spearmen down from the wall. Roaring, the trolls reached the base of the wall and began to climb one by one.

, their black eyes sparkled with hunger and bloodthirsty.

Another burst of magic spurted out from the watchtower, hitting a giant at the door and igniting it. The giant dropped his stick and stepped back, causing huge damage to his side with every step he took. Shattered stones and broken crossbows

Cannon accessories are flying in the air, and the remaining giants use

The club beat at the door, knocking it to the ground and turning it into a cloud of dust and debris. A wave of beastmen and Yankees swept through the gap. The Dread Lord and Sorceress guarding there tried to escape on the Dark Pegasus, but were stopped.

The monster in the air intercepted it and fell to the ground screaming.

When Malus saw that the stronghold was destined to fall, he roared with impotent rage.

"This stronghold has fallen." Malekith announced as the scene in the Eye of Destiny crystal disappeared into the darkness.

Malus realized that this was a full-scale invasion of Nagaros and attacked this cold land at the worst time. It was the sea season, and at least half of Druchi's power was floating on the sea. More importantly, he

It was only too clear how badly the forces of Nagaroth Druch had been weakened after the street battles of Hal Goncy and the brief but savage blood feud between the Nagor and Hagrid Grave.

"But why now? This is an invasion of epic proportions. Who is leading this group, and what does he want?" Malus asked.

"What? You really don't know?" Morathi looked at Malus coldly and asked.

Then the door to the throne room opened, and Malus heard the sound of limping, shuffling footsteps sliding across the smooth marble floor, and turned to see the terrifying figure stumbling toward him.

The figure's pale skin is gray-green under the witch's fire lamp, and the horrific wounds on his forehead and neck are gradually turning purple-black. His armor has been damaged by the blows of axes and sharp claws. His armor has also been damaged.

It was in tatters, and the noble robe underneath was stiff with rotten blood. The left hand was cut off in half, and the right arm turned into a chewed stump, and there was an unpleasant stench permeating the body.

Every inch of the figure's tattered armor was covered in intricate runes, evidently inscribed in blood. His eyes were ghostly white, with no visible pupils or irises, glowing with magical life in the light of witchfire.

Escorted by two black guards, he staggered across Malus, apparently ignoring Malus's presence.

Malus hissed in disgust and backed away.

The figure stopped and turned his head when he heard the sound. His blind white eyes looked for Malus, and his slack lips twitched, trying to speak.

Malus' hand reached into his scabbard, instinctively searching for a long sword that was no longer there. He looked back at Syrsis, who was glaring fiercely at the living corpse.

"Mother of the Night, what is this?"

If Darkus was present, he would definitely recognize this as the Dread Lord Venir Iceblade from the Kauak stronghold.

"This is the Dread Lord Venir! He has brought news from the Chaos Horde." Silsis roared.

"We have fulfilled your wish. Malus of Hagrid Grave has been discovered and placed in front of you. Now convey your message!" Before Sirses could continue to speak, Malekith's voice

It rang in the throne room.

The corpse stumbled towards Malus, reaching for his face with his broken hands. He screamed and tried to get away from the corpse, but he bumped into Syrsis, who grabbed his hand.

He grabbed the back of his neck and roughly pushed him towards the oncoming corpse.

The cold, stinking corpse was pressed against Malus's face. As the corpse clumsily studied his features, he felt the shattered bones of the corpse's hand embedded in his cheek. With a wild roar

, he broke free from Sirsis' grasp and pushed the body away.

The corpse staggered back a few steps, but did not fall. Instead, he turned to face the throne. When the air filled his shriveled lungs, the air roared through the cartilage of his throat, and his voice was a kind of bubbling when he spoke.

A hoarse hiss.

Malus, on the other hand, was trembling with fright at the terrible sound. It was bad enough that the sound came from the throat of a dead Druchi, but what was even worse was that he realized that this sound was a sound he was all too familiar with.

"Your salvation lies in your hands, Witch-King. Your stronghold lies in ruins, while my army marches towards Grond. Now that the power is broken, the Nagor and Hagrid Grave

A fatal blow has been received. Your kingdom is on the verge of destruction unless you leave this scoundrel and your Witch-King in my hands, my lord thinks.

Taste his soul." Nagalia's voice came from the broken throat of the corpse. The corpse pointed at Malus with its injured hand and continued, "Hand them over and the war will end, otherwise Grond will be burned.

The destruction of Naggarond will follow, and all of Naggaroth will burn in bloodfire. Make your choice, Witch-King!"

"Hahahaha." Malekith's angry laughter echoed in the throne room. After he finished laughing, he said, "Naggaroth has more than just the Nagor and Hagrid Grave, the Hand of the Witch King.

The recruitment order has been issued, and the entire Naggaros army has moved into action. Since you want the soul of the Witch King's hand, you have to come and get it yourself, but you have to move faster."

After speaking, Malekith waved his hand. There was a rustle of movement and the sound of steel clashing in the throne room. The Black Guard's halberd tore the corpse into pieces. When the head and severed limbs fell to the floor, they hissed.

The flames filled the throne room with a burning stench.

Malus stood unsteadily, still in shock from what had just happened. His half-sister had secretly worshiped Slaanesh for years, and Nagalia had fought against the dark force that gave her demonic powers.

We signed an obscene contract, but now? Is this a bit outrageous?

"Now the matter is clear." Morathi looked at Malus as she spoke.

Malus tried to control himself, his eyes scanning the throne room, observing the position of the Black Guard, and trying to determine where Circe was standing. He had to escape, and fast. He could get Circe

Si's sword? Can he summon the power of Zakhan to fight for his freedom? What if? No! He suddenly thought of something. His half-sister asked for more than just him. He was sure that the Witch King would not hand over Da.

Keus.

"There is no doubt that you are right. I can completely sacrifice myself for His Majesty the Witch King and the people of Nagaros, but where is the hand of the Witch King?" Malus tried hard to suppress the panic in his heart and looked at

Malekith said.

Malus heard footsteps approaching behind him, slowly crossing from right to left. He turned around and found that the blade of Syrcith was less than a finger's width away from his throat.

"You can't give her what she wants, so are you willing to dedicate Darkus's soul to her? Nagalia will only use me and Darkus to advance her own conquest plan. Once she obtains the soul from me,

The demon and the dark force behind her have obtained Darkvus's soul, giving her even greater power! And she intends to replace you, Your Majesty the Witch King, otherwise why would she form such a large army?" Malus Hatred

He glared at Sirsis, but his answer was directed at Malekith, and he said sharply.

"Unless we can control the demon, we can order the demon to kill Malus and then hand Malus over to her. As for Darkus?" Morathi pursed her thin lips thoughtfully and whispered.

"You have no control over this demon without its name," Malus said quickly, trying not to let the despair creep into his voice.

"Your Majesty, let's send his head out to let her know that what she wants will never be touched!" Hilsis thought of Dacus, and then thought of his son who served as a guard beside Dacus, and then thought of

In addition to the benefits that Darkus had brought to him, he did not want Darkus' soul to be sacrificed to Slaanesh. He stepped forward and grabbed Malus's hair, and he tried to shift his focus to Malus.

"Enough! No one can ask anything from Druch!" Maleki roared, his Midnight Armor burning like an open furnace.

"I will never give Darkus's soul to the power behind her! Never! She and her master are dreaming! All she will get from us is death and destruction!" Malekith's voice

resounded throughout the throne room, leaning forward against his

On the thorny throne. His orange gaze burned on Malus's skin. He stretched out his hand and pointed at Malus domineeringly and said, "When you killed the great Lehan, you deprived me of my due property.

, as a price! Now you are mine!"

"I live to serve you, Her Majesty, what do you have?" Marus tried to pull his hair, but Hilsis still grabbed him tightly. He gritted his teeth and roared.

"Go to Goronde! Your record of Higg Gref is well known.

Before I arrived, do you want to block the invaders there? "Malekis roared, and his hand was tightly held into a fist.

"Followed, Majesty, I will use all my energy to serve you." Marus took a deep breath. He understood too much. He didn't hesitate to talk about it. He suddenly seized a possible opportunity, and he was cautious

Said, "However, one thing needs to be considered, the people of Nagaros still think that I am a wanderer and criminal, which will make dialogue with any authority difficult."

"You are my obedience now, black blade! I will give you an iron order with my name." Marekis said staring at Maruus.

"Then I can take back my aristocratic identity?" This time Marus showed a smile.

"Timely, maybe, of course. If you serve me well, you will get the physical return." Malekis paused, and looked at Mruce carefully. But he had a saying that he didn't say a say

Under the premise of not dead Maruus, he knew Dakius's jealousy for Maruus. At this time, he also understood why Dakius was afraid of Maruus. This is a capable and seizing opportunity.

The wolf! This kind of wolf has seen too much in the long years.

Malekis thought that he was boring here, and he waved and sent Marus to leave.

Marus turned around and quickly walked towards the door of Hengle Gang. When he crossed Hilsses, he gave Hilsis a provocative anger. His thoughts were already running quickly.

Everything that must be done later.

"I want to thank you, my dear sister, and the hand of the Witch King, Dacius." In a short time, Maruus will once again direct a army, even larger than the last time.

I did not expect that this day would come again, he thought about a wild smile. At the same time, he was a little envious of Dacus. If today is not his sister who draws snakes to ask for Daacus, maybe he can't get out of the throne today.

The room is.

"The devil has been deeply rooted in your physical body. What do you think will happen once it is released?" When Marus was about to get out of the door of the black steel, Morah shouted behind him.

"If I serve the devil, it will return me with the real object." Marus put his hand on the black steel, and he left. After that, he left.

"My son, don't you call a call?" After waiting for Hills to go out, Morah asked with a smile.

"That's my business, and Dakius has issued a call. Why do I have to release it again? Obviously he doesn't think your group of coquettish slaves can bear the heavy responsibility of fighting." Malekis also laughed.

Talking.

"Ah, my son, poor Malekis!" Morace did not answer, but looked at her son and thought about it. Her son tried to be a hero like his dead father, but he never succeeded

After. He has excellent talents, he can make others feel fear, but he never gets the love of others. He is stronger than his father, Enreyon in some ways, and of course smarter.

What is missing by Eunarion? The problems on the road of his heroes are endless.

"My son, do you trust Dacus so much? Aren't you afraid that Dacus will betray you one day..."

"That's enough!" Morathi was interrupted sharply by Malekith before she could finish her words. He wanted to say something about Darkus. He knew that with Darkus's ability, even if he stayed in Ruth

Chia Continent can also operate very well. But he also knows that some things cannot

Let his mother know that he saw the hostility towards Dacus in his mother, and he also knew the hostility towards his mother. He then said with a smile, "Didn't your chief maid follow

Did you say anything about Darkus?"

Morathi glared at Malekith fiercely. She knew that Malekith was teasing her. She was aware of the changes in Drusala and that Druzala was no longer under her control.

(End of chapter)