Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 231 81 Fist of Night Governor (Part 1)

Author: The Fish Daxian who can’t swim

Chapter 231 81. Fist of Night Governor (Part 1)

Draka looked to the left and right, and he could not see the extended edge of the team of Hagrid Grave Cold Lizard Dread Knights. The loose team was lined up in three rows and extended for more than several kilometers to both sides, far beyond his sight.

Beside him, the cold lizard fear knights were doing final inspections, checking the lizard armor on the cold lizard and the stirrups on their feet, and were quietly waiting for orders to take off the Soul Eater at any time.

Draka bent down calmly and took off his heavy curved sword from the saddle. Guarding him were his most elite family guards, and the fear lords were in their respective positions, not crowded together.

Together, the family guards looked at him with dull eyes, showing no signs of excitement or restlessness about the upcoming battle.

He smiled. He was proud of these family guards. These family guards were precious legacies left to him by his father. Most of these senior family guards had experienced Ulthuan five hundred years ago.

Although the battle ultimately failed by a hair's breadth, and his father died in Ulthuan, these elite warriors survived.

"Damn chess move! It's a chess move every time!" Draka couldn't help but get distracted thinking of this, and he thought of the Witch King's Hand again.

"Perhaps with the Witch King's hand, the next time the game won't be a mistake!"

"Remember! Our mission! We are the tip of the knife! No one will save us if we fall in! Our mission is to act according to the circumstances! Not to open a road to the center of the camp at all costs and end this invasion once and for all

!Understand?" Draka leaned on the saddle, his voice booming.

The family guards guarding Draka nodded, indicating that they understood that the family guards in the distance were still conveying Draka's will to the family guards further away.

"Knights of Hagrid Grave! Forward!" Draka sat up straight with a smile. He liked the feeling of tasting power. He turned his eyes to the broad ridge in front of him and raised his head high.

He bent the sword, then drew the weapon in a shining arc and roared.

The cold lizards in the front row staggered forward at a steady pace under the control of the Dread Knights, and the cold lizards in the back row followed closely behind, rippling forward like a steel whip.

The cold lizard fear knights swept across the low hills like a storm, and the sound made by the thick and powerful hind legs of two thousand cold lizards when they stepped on the ground was like a low thunder.

The north and east gates of Grond slowly opened, and the cold lizard fear knights belonging to Nagarond and Grond came out in full force, responding to the battle.

Draka raised the curved sword again on the top of the hill and swung it downwards, and thousands of cold lizard fear knights and dark riders began to accelerate.

The ground shook with the heavy footsteps of the cavalry, who flashed across the bare hills like a black cloud. The cold lizards of the Lizard Dread Knights glided over the undulating terrain like hounds, venomous saliva flowing from their razor-like mouths.

It drips from the fangs.

The Hunnic horses wandering in the distance smelled the scent of the cold lizard and began to scream in uncontrollable terror.

Draka sneered, raised the curved sword above his head, and at the same time controlled the cold lizard under his crotch to start jogging.

The cold lizards ran wildly down the slope, their thick and powerful hind legs fully extended, and a rumbling roar came from their mouths because they smelled the prey in front of them.

Draka did not look at the enemy close at hand, but at the rolling military camps in the distance. The low round tents were made of crudely sewn animal skins. The tents of the Yankee warband covered the entire horizon.

, darkening the entire plain of Grond, like a vile disease. The stench from the spilled blood and rotting flesh enveloped him like a cloud, thick enough to envelope the entire Grond.

On the plain.

The Yankee marauder riders who were wandering outside quickly controlled the restless horses, but they did not fight, but chose to retreat.

A war-horned beast kept roaring as he organized and prepared for the attack. The restless beastmen stopped making noise and looked into the distance. The war-horned beast's heavy head with horns swung from side to side and turned back.

It looked over and saw Druch's army of knights. In an instant, its expression changed from angry to extremely manic. It roared angrily. At this time, it was already extremely war-hungry and rushed over with a mace in hand.

Excited for the ensuing crushing of the enemy's skull.

In the eyes of the cruel and ruthless Warhorn Beast, everything except killing is nothingness. The beastmen behind also responded to its call and began to follow it towards the oncoming army of Druch knights, but they were faster than them.

They are a group of centaurs and beasts who have woken up from hangovers.

"Warriors of Hagrid Grave! Attack!" Draka stared at the enemy in front with predatory eyes, raised his curved sword and shouted.

The family guards beside Draka raised their horns to their lips and blew wild, howling notes. The Drukhi responded one after another, and the cold lizard fear knights raised Soul Eaters with different tip shapes and roared to the sky.

, there is a long silk ribbon or pennant at the connection between the gun tip and the gun body, and runes are embroidered on the ribbon, declaring the knight's dedication to Malekith, the knight's great deeds of serving Malekith, and the knight's family and

The noble history of our ancestors.

Draka saw the warhorn running with bared teeth and dragging a mace. The demon mask on his face shone with bloodthirsty anger. He raised the curved sword in his left hand and slashed viciously at the side of the warhorn's head.

, the waving right hand lit up with the light of magic, and directly smashed the mace wielded by the Warhorn Beast in the air.

The Warhorn died the moment it was connected, but the following Beastmen continued to charge.

A big horned beast roared and brandished a rusty giant ax and attacked Draka. The family guard beside Draka directly stabbed it into its open mouth with a soul eater.

The giant ax that was being swung lost its power, and all it had was inertia. A cold lizard bit its head directly on its knee. The old armor shattered, and then there was the sound of cracked bones and torn muscles.

The entire lower right leg fell to the ground limply.

The big horned beast wanted to cry out in pain, but it couldn't. The family guard's right foot came off the saddle and kicked it in the face. The soul eater was also pulled out. At this time, it could finally let out a trace.

He let out a painful cry, but was quickly drowned out by the cold lizards that swept over him.

The sounds of battle and the thunderous footsteps of the cold lizards intertwined into an echoing roar, like the fury of an avalanche. For a moment, the beastmen charging in the front row were knocked over by the cold lizards, but the cold lizard fear knights were not able to stop them.

Too cheap.

The Cold Lizard Dread Knight, who was still in the saddle, abandoned the Soul Eater, but instead of drawing out the Soul Eater used for rituals and duels, he drew out the long sword and mercer knife respectively used for combat and hacked at the beastman.

There was chaos for a moment, with the sound of horns, the roar of cold lizards, the hoarse roars of beastmen, and the shouts of Druchi coming one after another. Some beastmen could not withstand the casualties and began to collapse and escape, while others

are still trying to launch an attack.

The wave of chaos that was still attacking Golond temporarily faded away, and their attention was attracted by Druch who was attacking on the left and right. Druch on the city wall breathed a sigh of relief, rested behind the battlements and looked at the plain

of battle.

Kewell's father also achieved great results in the east of Grond. At this time, a strange beastman attracted his attention. Under the beastman's tattered hood, a hateful face was revealed, and his body was covered with blood.

Dirty, lustrous fur, painted with all kinds of primitive and horrific worship.

He knew that the talisman belonged to the screaming shaman, a strange existence among beastmen. At this moment, the screaming shaman was crying and talking nonsense, talking about something that gave him a headache, and he endured the headache.

He pulled out the repeating crossbow from the saddle, and he knew better than to let it cast spells.

The screaming shaman's cry was soon interrupted. It seemed to notice something. It held a curly gray wooden staff in its hand and began to stumble back. Before Kewell's father could shoot the crossbow,

, a manticore swooped down on it.

It tried to resist, but the manticore didn't give it a chance. The manticore opened its huge mouth and bit off its head, leaving only a headless corpse still bleeding.

The Dread Lord turned to Kewell's father and smiled defiantly.

"Blow the trumpet! Back off!" Kewell's father yelled angrily when he saw this scene. He really wanted to shoot the crossbow, then shook his head and shouted to the family guard next to him. He didn't go up, he knew that this time

What was the purpose of the attack? If he fell into it, it would have a chain reaction. In the end, the reserve team in the city might have to be mobilized. A military temptation and deception turned into a military adventure. He didn't even dare to think it was true.

In this case, Newkel will give him some good fruits to eat when he returns.

The herd of big horned beasts that had been fighting to the death before had now been destroyed by Draka and his elite family guard group. The cold lizard fear knights had already rushed into the camp and were massacred in all directions. Draka chopped and killed

After a while, he came back and searched frantically, trying to find his troops, but he could only see the rickety sides of the half-collapsed tent, and could barely catch a glimpse of helmets and swords stained with blood rising and falling continuously. He

Where did the trumpeter go? He never found any trace of the trumpeter.

Draka roared angrily.

"Here, my lord!" came a weak reply from the other side of the tent to Draka's right. When the house guard rode his cold lizard through, the tent's tattered hides and tangled ropes exploded. The house guard

His face was covered with bloodstains, and his eyes flashed with fighting spirit.

"The beasts fled, I have never seen such a massacre!" the family guard yelled, even though he was less than a few meters away from Draka.

"Stay close to me, you idiot, don't forget your duty! Send the signal to retreat now!" Draka glared at the family guard fiercely, and then roared. Like Kewell's father, he knew his duty.

He was just a little over the top with the mission. He also knew that the advantage would gradually shift away from his side over time. Once the short-term chaos passed, the Chaos Wave would be able to overwhelm their surprise attack with its absolute superiority in numbers.

The family guard nodded and was about to raise his horn when his eyes suddenly widened.

"Careful, my lord!"

Draka turned around and saw the beastman charging towards him. The cold lizard beneath him turned sharply to the left, almost throwing him off the saddle. The ax aimed at his neck grazed his left shoulder armor. He cursed and tried his best.

Maintaining balance, he then wildly waved his right fist and punched the Beast Man's nose directly into the Beast Man's face. The already deformed Beast Man became even more deformed after being destroyed by his fist.

Three big horned beasts rushed out from around Draka. They swarmed around his flanks and aimed at the family guards and Draka. One of the big horned beasts struck the cold lizard in the head with a giant axe.

, while another big horned beast slashed at the neck of the family guard with a heavy broad-bladed meat cleaver, and another big horned beast uttered blasphemous words and swung a giant ax towards his chest.

Draka anticipated the blow and tried to lean back to avoid the weapon's attack range, but at some point the fourth great horned beast rushed out and tried to grab his left arm, trying to control his weapon and

Drag him from the saddle.

Apparently the big horned beast misjudged Draka's path. He swung his right fist and hit the big horned beast directly in the face. The big horned beast let go of his left hand with a cry, but he was also pulled down by the big horned beast.

When he got close to the attack range of the giant ax, the giant ax struck hard on his forearm with the Night Governor's Fist, and the Night Governor's Fist hit his heart with a huge impact.

An ordinary black steel arm guard will collapse and disintegrate under a brutal blow, but unfortunately, Draka's Night Lord's Fist is not. His Night Lord's Fist is not made of black steel at all, but

Ithelama Silver, this is a treasure passed down by his family, with a history of thousands of years, and its long history can even be traced back to the Great Invasion. The protective runes woven on the knee pads came into play, and there was a discordant clang.

The sound bounced the blade away in a rain of blue sparks.

Before the big horned beast could come back to its senses and chop again, Draka yelled and cursed, and struck the big horned beast on the head with the curved sword. The big horned beast fell down, and blood and brains came from the cracks in the skull.

overflow.

The cold lizard under Draka tightly bit the giant ax that struck it. As he controlled the cold lizard to turn to the left and draw an arc, the cold lizard's huge bite force tore it from the big horned beast's hand.

The giant axe, the huge and powerful tail whips in an arc

The movement hit the big horned beast's back hard, and the big horned beast whose spine was severed fell to its knees weakly with both hooves. Foam spurted out from the big horned beast's nose, and then he waved and bent.

The sword ended the great horned beast's suffering.

The big horned beast holding a broad-bladed meat cleaver changed its target and rushed towards Draka, but the cold lizard guarding the family did not give it a chance. It rushed forward and bit the big horned beast's back with its razor-like teeth, and then

He stabbed it in hard with the nail claws of his forelimbs.

It shook the big horned animal like a hunting dog shaking a rabbit, the sound of cracking bones crackled, and the meat cleaver flew out of the big horned animal's hand. It opened its mouth and tried to throw the big horned animal into the air, and then used its powerful claws to

Smash the big horned beast to the ground hard.

The inferior horned beast that came in immediately collapsed when it saw this scene. It dropped the spear in its hand and turned to run for its life. It walked deeper into the camp while howling in terror. Then the sound stopped suddenly, and someone didn't know.

Was it killed by other cold lizard fear knights or by its companions.

"Blow the trumpet! Retreat!" Draka sat upright and shouted to the family guards.

(End of chapter)