Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 230 Foreshadowing of the 80 ending

Author: The Fish Daxian who can’t swim

Chapter 230 80. Foreshadowing of the ending

"A massive warband like this isn't held together by training or discipline, it's a clumsy weapon wielded flimsily by the opposing war leader. If the leader dies, the army turns on each other like a pack of rabid dogs

." Newkel said, pointing to the enemy forces on the sand table.

The dignitaries headed by Darkus and Night Governor Draka beside them all nodded in approval when they heard Newkel's words, because this is the fact. This kind of war gang with a fragile structure needs to keep advancing and killing.

Continuously obtain trophies. If the offensive advancement is frustrated, these madmen controlled by the power of chaos will turn their eyes to the side and chop the ax on their former companions. Anyway, they are killing. If I can't kill the enemy, I can't kill you?

Isn't it?

"But it's a pity that the black blade wasted this precious opportunity. The night attack he commanded sent precious troops into his sister's ambush circle." Nukel sighed, then looked at Draka Night Governor and said

, "In a moment, you will lead Hagrid Grave's mobile troops to rush in from the northwest! Krakarond's troops will rush in from the southeast. You are looking for opportunities to weaken the enemy's peripheral forces, but if you hear the order to return reinforcements,

Return as soon as possible!”

"You mean that after Nagalia saw the troops in the walled city attacking, she would launch a reverse attack? For example, use teleportation magic or other methods to directly target the Witch King's hands?" Night Governor Draka nodded.

, raised his right hand that symbolized the Witch King's fist and said, his voice echoed throughout the entire tent along with the roar of steam.

"After analysis by the Witch King, I believe that these Chaos warbands are just tools for Nagaria to achieve her goals, a kind of consumable. She is not responsible for destroying Grond and letting Nagaroth burn in blood and fire.

The purpose." When Nucker said this, he turned his gaze to Darkus.

"What if they don't come?" A fear lord from Krakarond suddenly asked. After asking, he seemed to have thought of something. He felt that he had asked a very stupid question, and suddenly laughed out loud.

This is the first day of the Battle of Grond. Nagalia has already withdrawn her troops. She has not surrounded Grond, nor is there any siege. She has not attacked Grond and the outside of the city at the same time.

It would be great if this was the case. Druchi's army could kill her, but they didn't.

At this time, the Chaos Warband's troops were concentrated in the northeast corner of Grond, which was the farthest place from the walled city outside Grond. The walled city was located high in the southwest corner of Grond.

"The only thing waiting for her is defeat! Unless she can break in from the northeast corner of Grond!" Newkel did not get angry because of this powerful man's stupidity. A sinister smile appeared on his gentle and elegant face.

Said sympathetically.

Newkel initially had the idea of ​​directly organizing the battle, but Darkus persuaded him to adopt a steady approach. He did not agree at first, but asked Darkell to ask Malekith if he agreed. As a result, the battle was cancelled.

It has become this kind of stupid battle that uses the city defense system to consume the enemy.

If you give up, you will get something. Darkus also received a disguised grounding and was temporarily unable to participate in the battle. The euphemistic reason was that he was learning the command experience of large-scale battles from Nukel's side.

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Malus dreamed that he was back in the forest near Hal Gancy. He walked through the dense woods under the light of the double moon. Something seemed to be following him behind him. He could hear the heavy footsteps and the sound of heavy footsteps behind him.

The crackling of branches as he forced his way through the woods. His armor and weapons were gone, and thorns tore into his face and Kaitan. Blood flowed along his skin, but he felt no pain. He just

Feeling pure, mortal fear that no matter how hard he ran, the thing seemed to catch up to him.

As if it were some kind of omen of fate, it kept approaching Malus and began to entangle him.

The heavy footsteps came closer, as if Malus's pursuer was a giant, covering hundreds of meters with each step. He suppressed a cry of fear and ran harder, branches and thorns piercing his skin more and more.

Deeper and deeper. He longed to find malice, but he was nowhere to be found. He could hear nothing due to the beating of his heart and the steady footsteps of his pursuer. It sounded as if the pursuer was now a few meters behind him, on the back of his neck.

His skin began to tingle, but he didn't dare to look back, for fear that something would stretch out its claws and reach for him.

A moment later, Malus found himself standing next to a tree. The ancient trunk glowed softly in the moonlight, like a gift from the goddess. He suppressed his cry of relief and forced himself into the darkness of the trunk.

Crack. As he straightened up in the darkness, a shower of insects and rotten wood splinters rained down on him, but he thought it was a blessing from the gods.

The footsteps were getting closer. Malus turned around, trying to avoid the moonlight coming in from the outside. He could feel the ground shaking with every step the pursuer took. He held his breath and stared outside.

.

A shadow passed by, and Malus saw a pair of booted feet through the opening of the gap, only one meter away from his hiding place. He involuntarily took another step back, as if he could retreat into deeper shadows.

, the pursuer would not be able to see him.

"I know you are here, there is no point in hiding. I can smell you." The boots moved to the left, then to the right, and a voice suddenly reached Malus's ears.

Malus shuddered when he heard the sound.

"Are you in there? Yes! I think you are, why don't you come out to see me? Don't you like me anymore?"

Malus, dominated by fear, could no longer control himself and screamed in his throat. He took another step back, as if he would become one with the tree trunk. He smelled the smell of rot and the wetness of earthworms.

The stink made the tree trunks behind him bend slightly under his weight, like soft flesh.

Suddenly one hand stretched out to hug Malus and pressed it tightly on his mouth, while the other hand held his waist tightly. He smelled the stench in the tomb, and his lips touched

Rotten flesh and maggots squirmed on the wrist that was pressed against his mouth, and squirmed and landed on his chest.

"My lord, don't be afraid. No one can own you, I'm here to protect you."

A familiar voice sounded in Malus's ears, and a cold breath, with the stench of rotting flesh, sprayed wetly on his cheeks.

Malus struggled and squirmed in Lunala's arms, but Lunala's dead limbs imprisoned him in the steel-like embrace. He could smell nothing now, except the stench of rotting flesh and the tomb.

The bitter smell of earth. He tried to scream, to call out Zakhan's name. He would rather devote his soul to Zakhan's hunger than stay in Lunala's dirty arms for a moment longer!

But Lunala's cold hands covered Malus' mouth tightly, and he couldn't get enough air from the stench oozing from Lunala's rotten skin.

"I will keep you safe. No one will hurt you except me, sir!"

The cold and sticky tongue gently traced the side of Malus's neck. As Lunala spoke, the airflow of her breath was close to his throat.

The next second, Lunala's teeth bit into Malus' skin fiercely.

(This paragraph is not a word count (just!). This kind of dream is a manifestation of fear and avoidance, and it is also a kind of torture. It represents Druchi's pain and torture, and it is also a foreshadowing of fate and ending.)

"Hey, what are you doing!" Julian looked at Malus who was going crazy in his sleep inexplicably. He suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Malus who was about to fall from the city wall.

Malus, who had woken up, looked at the edge of the city wall that was about to be empty under his feet, and then looked back at Julian who was holding him.

Julian looked at Malus's face in astonishment. It was a face that he could hardly recognize. Malus's face was even more haggard than he remembered before. The gray skin was tight between muscles and small...

On the white scars, pus flowed from the nose, ears and corners of the eyes, forming a fanatical mask of pain and hatred.

"The enemy's third attack is coming soon." Julian pulled Malus back with force and then let go of his hand. He looked at the haggard Malus with some caution. He could feel Malus' body

Because he also had that kind of pain, he opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he shook his head and said something about fighting.

After declaring Malus the champion, Malekith issued no orders to him. There were no troops to command, not even his own retinue, as if he had been forgotten aside in the rush and confusion of the coming attack.

He couldn't understand why he had that dream just now, and he couldn't understand what he was running from.

The Druchis on the city wall put their arms through the slightly broken shields at this time. Several Druchies still had flying axes embedded in their shields that could not be pulled out. They held their weapons and moved on the shields stained with dried blood.

Behind the battlements stood, resting and watching the waves of Chaos that were about to attack again.

But more Druch soldiers looked at Malus with resentment and hostility. They had heard more or less about Malus's deeds. Some stared at Julian, seeming to question why Julian

Just now you were trying to catch Malus, why didn't you let him fall?

Grond's soldiers had heard of Malus' previous disastrous battles and blamed him for losing their companions and their Dreadlord. But that wasn't the worst of it, as there wasn't much Gorond on this stretch of wall.

Soldiers of Lund.

The soldiers from Naggarond and Karondkar knew the story of Malus. They all believed that Malus was the darkest villain. They didn't care whether a scum like Malus was the Witch King's champion or not.

If Julian hadn't been there, they would have stabbed Malus in the back or thrown him from the wall during the attack.

Julian felt the malicious eyes around him, but he didn't care. He shrugged and glared back fiercely. This shrug was something he learned from his brother Dorian, whom he had never liked, and Dorian learned it from Da

I learned it from Keus.

"Darkus!" Julian couldn't help but touch the scar on his face when he thought of this.

At this time, the Reaper ballista on the battlement opened fire, and Malus, who was still in confusion, could hear the screams of the dying men hit by the crossbow arrows.

A large number of Yankees fell to death under the crossbow fire, but more nimble-footed Yankees carried shields and raised ladders on the ground, and many of them had throwing axes in their mouths.

More Yankees waiting to climb up the ladder at the bottom of the city wall threw throwing axes at the Druch soldiers, but the Druch soldiers almost ignored the attack. After all, they would not be stupid enough to stick their heads out and use them as targets for the Yankees, but continued

Shoot with a repeating crossbow or drop rolling stones from the walls.

"Block it with crossbows and don't let them come up!" Lechkiel's voice echoed through this section of the city wall.

The Druch soldiers on the city wall seemed to think that Lechkiel's command was redundant. They were now very familiar with the Yankee attack procedures. The crossbows fired from their crossbows and the crossbows fired from the shooting gaps of the nearby forts were trying to climb up.

The ranks of Yankees crisscrossed the city wall.

The Yankees fearlessly rushed into the storm formed by black crossbow arrows. Some continued to climb even though their bodies were full of crossbow arrows. Although they suffered terrible losses, they were not afraid of death at all. They slowly climbed up

The ground approached the battlements.

Julian raised his sword and roared, rushing forward to meet the first enemy who crossed the battlements. The sword blade directly cut through the Yankee's neck. The throwing ax in the Yankee's mouth fell down, and he looked shocked before he died.

He looked at him. He ignored the enemy's gaze. In his opinion, this was not a noble duel in Naggarond or an elegant swordsmanship test. This was a pure massacre, killing people as quickly and efficiently as possible. As long as the North was not allowed to

The man stood firm on the battlements, thinking that he could almost slaughter the oncoming enemies at will.

Suddenly, a thrown ax buzzed in the air. When it was about to approach Julian's head, cold sweat broke out on his forehead for a moment. He knew he couldn't escape. The next second

, the sound of weapons being swung passed his ears, and with a violent collision of steel, the flying ax deviated from its trajectory.

"Watch out for their axes! I suggest you put on your helmet," Lechkiel said lightly after waving his double-headed halberd and knocking away the flying axes.

"Damn it, why don't you wear it?" Julian took a step back, looked at the exaggerated headdress of Lechkiel's helmet and muttered in a low voice. In his opinion, Lechkiel's headgear had no protective effect, only decoration.

. But he still lowered his body and picked up the helmet from under the battlement. He came here to experience and gain military merit, not to throw his life away here and then let his damn brother stand in front of his body and laugh at his stupidity. He

Hate this stuff, but it's better than nothing.

A face appeared at the top of the ladder, grinning like a devil. Malus roared and rushed towards it. He swayed to avoid an ax that almost plunged into his face, and flew away with his sword.

Ax, his sudden move interrupted the Yankee's movements, and he was able to stop the Yankee. The Yankee never thought that someone could do such an operation at such a close distance. After the Yankee came back to his senses,

He stabbed the Yankee in the chest before pulling out another axe.

Blood gushed out along the Yankee's tattooed chest. Before he died, he wanted to grab Malus's sword and take Malus down the city wall, but Malus reacted faster than him and drew out the sword directly.

The sword didn't give him a chance, he threw his head back and howled.

After Julian put on his helmet, he dealt with the Yankees much more brutally than Malus did. The Yankee who was stabbed by him did not fall down, but tried to continue climbing up. He stabbed him again in disbelief.

.The Dread Spearman next to him also rushed over, stabbing and slashing at the Yankee, but it seemed as if the Yankee was blessed by some mysterious power and could not be killed.

After a Druchi pirate who did not believe in evil had loaded the repeating crossbow in his hand, he cursed angrily and switched the repeating crossbow to close range mode, directly pressing it against the Yankee's head and firing it three times in a row. The North with six crossbow arrows stuck in his head.

The man didn't even let out his dying roar, and just lay down on the joint between the ladder and the wall without moving.

The stubborn Yankee's struggle in the last few seconds still bought more time for the Yankee behind him. But it was of no use. The Yankee who had just emerged was directly hit in the face by another Druchi pirate who was filling in with a repeating crossbow.

He shot and fell directly.

To the north outside the city of Grond, Draka Nightmaster began to charge with Hagrid Grave's Cold Lizard Dread Knights.

At this time, scattered snowflakes fell from the temporarily stopped storm, and his hot breath melted the cold snowflakes in front of him. He did not look at the enemy in front of him anymore, but raised his head and looked at the storm with a smile. He knew that he belonged to

His battle begins.

What would Darkus do now? He was so idle that he was watching the Druchi cooks making bread in the walled city. He was even thinking about whether to build a stew cannon.

Let’s talk about the content. What I’m thinking about is that these Druchi are not the kind of primitive people who know nothing. They have good military quality after fighting all year round. The protagonist has already done the most critical thing, which is to coordinate the transfer and bring the army to

Grond. The rest are group portraits, all of which have more or less roles and play their respective roles in this battle. Instead of the protagonist rushing in with cavalry or riding a black dragon to start unparalleled, what is the whole championship showdown?

, and then this group of Druchi shouted 666... ​​This is too much... a bit intellectually depressing. Moreover, the theme of this book is Gou. Although the protagonist is a warrior, his position is that of a politician and politician.

Diplomats, coordination and management, connect the legends of this medieval warhammer together. There is no shortage of people who can fight the medieval warhammer...

(End of chapter)