Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 228 78 What about you?

Author: The Fish Daxian who can’t swim

Chapter 228 78. What about you?

Dark clouds and lightning have crossed the ridgeline of the Iron Mountains and are moving inexorably towards Grond. The army that responded to Darkus' call is slowly marching towards the northern storm, a cold wind that seems to carry the iron smell of blood.

It stirred the plains and brushed against the faces of the weather-beaten Druchi army.

The Drukhi soldiers were silent, looking coldly at the storm ahead, while the beasts and giant beasts roared uneasily as the trainers drove them away.

Darkus frowned and looked at the ridgeline in the distance. He saw that the sky in the far north was filled with billowing black and purple clouds. Lightning bolts extended from the sky to the ground, and it took a long time for him to hear the sound in his ears.

The deafening thunder.

Lightning pierced the sky again, and Malus finally looked back at the infantry troops behind him. He saw the figure of the fear lord standing at the front of the troops, waiting for the enemy to arrive.

"Stand still, you idiots!" The Fear Lord turned to look at his soldiers and roared tenaciously, and his voice even penetrated the loud thunder for a time. He then roared, "Look ahead! Those depraved beasts are actually swollen.

Courage to rush up this hillside and die! They all made me laugh. At this moment, I want to kneel on the ground and thank the great bloody-hand god Kane for his gift, because I have never seen such a stupid enemy!"

The crossbow arrows hissed in the air and traced arc-shaped trajectories. When the crossbow arrows fell into the enemy army, not a single crossbow arrow fell on the ground. When lightning tore through the poorly equipped chaotic waves, the angry howls turned into

They screamed in agony. Hundreds of Yankees and Beastmen fell down, their bodies trampled by their companions, and they continued to charge forward.

When the Black Sharp Repeater Crossbowmen quickly reloaded their repeating crossbows, the charging Chaos Wave had already reached the foot of the mountain.

"Get ready!"

Another roaring bolt of lightning crashed into the Chaos Wave, causing hundreds more injuries and deaths. The corpses of the Chaos Wave tumbled and piled at the bottom of the slope. Savage beastmen crawled over the riddled corpses, or carried the injured to the ground.

The companions knocked aside, and some beastmen crawled on all fours, trying to rush into the nearby Druchi defense line.

The black sharp repeater crossbowmen suppressed the fear in their hearts and raised their repeating crossbows to prepare for another salvo. The wave of chaos was already approaching.

"The first two rows kneel down!"

Following the roar of the Dread Lord, the Dread Spearman knelt down on one knee in obedience.

"Back row, fire!"

The crossbow bolts fired close to the face rolled up the tide of chaos, and the Chaos warriors in the front row fell like harvested wheat.

In less than a minute, the hillside turned into a killing field, with corpses everywhere. The retreating cavalry were amazed at the scale of the massacre.

The wave of chaos rushed into Druchi's army, making a huge sound of tearing steel and crashing, and the sound echoed on the hillside. Axes, clubs, swords and claws hit shields and armor as Druchi's army attacked

Shaking under the heavy pressure.

Malus could hear the rough voices of the Dread Lords spitting savage oaths to the troops, who responded with a collective roar. Spears gleaming with black light stabbed at the enemy as the Drukki soldiers pushed their training and discipline to the limit.

, the angry howl of the Chaos Wave turned into a scream of pain again.

Soon, the Drukhi soldiers were overwhelmed by the wave of chaos.

Malus turned back and glanced secretly at the retreating cavalry. He could see a trace of confusion and frustration on the pale faces of the cavalry.

Black and purple clouds accompanied the frustrated cavalry all the way back to Gorond, and the thunder of lightning followed them like angry curses. It took them nearly an hour to retreat to Gorond, Maru

Si looked back frequently throughout the retreat, wondering if the Dread Lord and his men were still fighting, although he knew this was almost impossible.

When the cavalry entered the city gate, the battlements were covered with gloomy Druchi faces.

Malus looked up and saw a flag fluttering on the city wall. The heavy cloth was swinging listlessly in the cold wind. Nagaryth's gold-woven flag had a dragon symbol and a crown on it. He knew that Malekith was carrying Nagaryth with him.

Garond's army arrived. He had imagined returning to Gorond with a victorious army, listening to the sound of trumpets from the city walls as he laid his sister's head before Malekith.

Now Malus returned defeated, with only the handful of cavalry he once led remaining. He could feel the weight of the surviving soldiers of his army as each soldier stared at him as they entered Gorond. As the last of his cavalry disappeared in Gorund

Outside the city walls of Lund, a mournful sound of trumpets sounded from the city walls.

Malus turned around and looked behind him for the last time. He saw that the plain behind him was submerged by the marching wave of chaos. He vaguely felt that this seemed to be the last time he would lead an army.

Nagalia's forces finally reached Grond.

With the sound of hinges turning, the door began to creak shut.

A large number of Druch soldiers were waiting to rest in the square, and a Druch riding a huge cold lizard was waiting in the center of the square.

Malus walked over tiredly, even the malice beneath him was too tired, and he could only sniff at the soldiers feebly.

"You look like you were dragged through a butcher's shop." Sirsis crossed his hands on the saddle and looked at Malus with a critical eye. He said directly without preparing an opening statement.

Walking through a butcher's shop is a very unfriendly greeting in Druch society, as you are like a defeated dog at this moment, with a disgraced face.

"A butcher's shop on fire." Malus corrected, glaring at Silsis.

"His Majesty the Witch King wishes to hear your report." To Malus's surprise, Silses nodded solemnly, and his expression became businesslike and serious.

Malus sighed, with a bitter smile on his blood-stained face. He wanted to say something but in the end he didn't.

"Is there anything that interests you?" Hirsis asked, frowning at Malus's strange expression.

"I was thinking that a thousand brave Druchi just gave their lives because of me, so I can be executed with peace of mind. Let's go, don't keep His Majesty the Witch King waiting."

"It's best to let the Witch King and the gathered fear lords see their future." Silses proposed to give Malus some time to tidy up his appearance, but he refused with a wry smile, he couldn't help but think.

"After the executioner needs to chop off my head, will my body squirm like a snake for several hours?" Malus walked erratically, and he realized that he had been sitting on the saddle for two consecutive days.

It was a miracle that his legs could still move. He didn't notice the pain of the wound. Due to the corrosion of the demon's power, the wound healed very quickly, and he even thought about it with pleasure.

Two tall doors were engraved with Grond's emblem, and twenty black guards stood on both sides and watched indifferently as the doors slowly opened.

Malekith sat on the Iron Throne and looked at Malus uncertainly with his orange eyes, as if he was brewing something.

Malus felt the scorching gazes of Malekith and the Fear Lords sticking to his skin like irons. He looked around and did not recognize any dignitary who was familiar with him.

If the assembled Dread Lords expected Malus to cower under their gaze, they were only disappointed. He simply glanced at them before focusing most of his attention on Malekith seated on his throne.

"I came here on your order, Your Majesty the Witch King."

"Have you fulfilled my bidding, Malus of Hagrid Grave?" Malekith asked, his voice boiling from his helm like steam from a furnace.

"I was born to serve you, Your Majesty the Witch King."

"Then tell me everything you did!"

Malus then recounted his actions upon arriving at Grond and his failed attack on Nagalia's camp. He left out no details, and he also mentioned the heroism and heroism of the Dread Lord at the rear and his soldiers.

The spirit of self-sacrifice.

"It is because of their courage that I can stand here and tell these facts. Your Majesty the Witch King, I am very ashamed that I led so many of the best warriors to death." Malus said with shame.

"Your Majesty, he is quibbling. He led the troops to death. That was part of the plan he made with his sister outside the city! Last year, they caused great damage in Hagrid Grave."

"How big is the army of Chaos?" Malekith ignored the sudden noise and continued to ask.

"I estimate that there are around 100,000 enemies, Your Majesty the Witch King."

After hearing the news, Malekith did not continue to ask any questions this time, but looked at Malus uncertainly.

"If Your Majesty is willing to kill me or sacrifice me to Nagalia, then let's begin. I admit my failure." Malus couldn't stand it anymore, and he collapsed. He was exhausted and physically exhausted.

His knees began to hurt, and he struggled to stand up and said.

The fear lords who were about to say something were stunned, and even Malekith seemed taken aback by Malus' tired frankness.

"You brought Nagalia to Grond as I ordered." Malekith finally said.

"But? Your Majesty, he lost more than half of Grond's army!" a fear lord exclaimed.

"Yes, so. Black Blade, you will no longer command the army." When Malekith said this, he leaned forward on the throne, pointed the index finger of his right hand at Malus and then said, "On the contrary

, I name you my champion to fight against my enemies and kill them on my behalf.”

Malus was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He didn't understand what Malekith meant.

"This is my decree, Malus of Hagrid Grave, that you shall be appointed my champion, and shall wear on your armor the Tilan (noun, representing the status of the champion, Draka Belt).

So are the three skulls of .), so that both Druchi and Chaos will know that you fight in my name. The glory of Druchi rests on your shoulders, do not abandon it, otherwise the wrath of the gods will befall you.

On the body."

"I...I obey your orders, Your Majesty the Witch King." Malus bowed in front of the throne and replied. He knew that this was not a reward, but another game of Malekith. He was just too tired.

I couldn't tell what Malekith was planning. But no matter what, he couldn't refuse.

"How could this happen?" one of the Dread Lords exclaimed, his voice full of anger, and he continued, "He has committed a serious crime against Druch, and he has committed a serious crime against you, Witch King

Your Majesty. Not only does he continue to live, but he is worthy of such an honor."

"He is alive because he meets the purpose of His Majesty the Witch King." A voice came from the door, and Darkus walked out of the shadows quietly, his eyes flashing coldly, and he glanced at this person who wanted to see more.

Say something to the Grond Dreadlord.

"His Majesty the Witch King, Krakaronde, Kalonde Karl, Hagrid Grave, and Hal Gancy's army have arrived." After finishing speaking, Darkus walked to a table in the hall and took out two

He poured the wine into a clean inverted wine glass. After drinking one glass, he picked up another glass and handed it to Malus who was standing there.

Malus took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp. Darkus took the wine glass back and walked back to the table and put the wine glass back to its original place.

"Why are you still standing?" Darkus turned back and raised his head to Malus and then said, "Forget it, just stand here and listen."

Malekith had already stood up from the throne, walked down the steps to the table, picked up the wine glass that Darkus drank from before, poured another glass of wine and handed it to Darkus, waiting for Dark

After Us took it, he picked up a clean empty wine glass.

Darkus didn't say anything, but raised his wine glass to Malekith. Malekith also raised his empty wine glass to greet him, and he drank all the wine in the glass.

"Hal Gonthy's Tularis Fearbreader (this is a synonym) leads five thousand Cain cultists, and Kalonde Kal's Kira Nightlord leads 20,000 soldiers, pirates and mercenaries

, Lord Draka of Hagrid Grave led 25,000 soldiers and knights, and Lord Annasara of Krakarond led 32,000 soldiers. And I took Ed.

Lei Ze's two thousand-man religious groups and the Nagol's three thousand soldiers. My Majesty, except for the places that need to be defended, all the remaining forces in Nagarus are here. It can be said that there is a gathering of elites!" Darkwu

Si said with a serious expression, he was not happy about coordinating the transfer of so many troops in a short time, and there was nothing happy about it.

"That's good. You did a great job." Malekith nodded and said calmly.

"You set out too early. You should have waited for me for two more days. Originally, I wanted you to review it before setting off. Now there are seven black arks and a large number of looters parked at the dock in Nagarond. That dock

..." Darkus continued, shrugging his shoulders with disgust as he spoke. He continued, "This terminal needs to be expanded on a large scale. In the follow-up plan, Nagarond needs a large throughput capacity.

’s port.”

"It won't be too late to review when we return victorious, and there will be slaves to expand the dock after our victory." Malekith laughed after hearing this, and said proudly after laughing, as if he was victorious now.

It's like the fruit has reached his mouth (who said it, it's like planting a flag in reverse).

Malus, who was stuck on the spot, looked at Malekith and Darkus blankly. He was a little confused. He was not the only one who couldn't understand it. The fear lords in the hall, Aigirese and Coran

·The black hands don’t understand either.

It was outrageous enough that Darkus originally issued the recruitment order, but Malekith did not issue it again after knowing it. Moreover, no one in Druchi society except Morathi dared to speak like this to Malekith.

It's someone else. Malekith will directly activate the "Witch King's Fist" skill in the next second, and the whole family will hang on the outer wall of Malekith's black tower in the next second.

Here comes something even more outrageous.

"What are your plans next?" Malekith asked directly.

"I don't think it's time to go out of the city to organize a battle." Darkus took out the pipe from his arms, and when he held it in his mouth, the tobacco was lit. He was attracted by the newly planted tobacco from Krakalond.

He choked and coughed violently. He didn't like this tobacco. Like his brother, he only accepted the Lustria flavor at the beginning. After coughing, he continued, "You should use Grond's City Defense."

Constantly consuming the enemy, our precious soldiers should not die here. I passed by Grond once before when I came back from the dangerous peaks. There is a high point that I like very much. Nukel will build a fortified city there.

The village and Grond echo each other from afar."

"What about you?" Malekith paced and thought, and after a while he nodded and asked.

"Karonde Carl's army and Hal Gancy's Cain cultists will enter Goronde to assist in the defense before the enemy encircles them. I now need to know the number of mobile troops in Goronde city. If there is more, there will be less."

Keus said after exhaling the smoke, then he laughed, and then said, "Since the other party wants me, then I will wait for them outside the city!"

"Okay!" Malekith laughed again. He had already understood Darkus's arrangement. He was communicating with Grond from a distance at the high point, sharing the enemy's strength, and his mobile force could attack the enemy's weak points at any time.

(End of chapter)