Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 232 82 Night Governor’s Fist (Part 2)

Author: The Fish Daxian who can’t swim

Chapter 232 82. Night Governor’s Fist (Part 2)

At this time, the sky above the camp glowed dark orange due to the burning tent fire, and the sounds of fighting came from all directions. Draka looked at the sky to try to determine his current position, but he could not see anything. Behind him

, he heard the family guards blowing the horns, and the shouts of Druchi and the heavy footsteps of the cold lizards came from the distance. He knew that this was the response of the family guards.

Draka chose a direction and rushed over. He watched the beastmen scramble to avoid the path of the cold lizard's charge. One of the beastmen tripped over a rope and was still trying to get up. He just stood up.

The beastman who got up was directly beheaded by him as he passed by. Black blood spattered on the side of the nearby tent, and then the beastman's body was stepped on by the cold lizard's powerful hind legs.

Without warning, Draka rushed into a large open area surrounded by tents. He knew that his choice was wrong. He had not seen this open area before, which meant that he went deeper inside again.

After scolding angrily, he quickly glanced behind him to see if the family guards were following him, but his lack of concentration at this time almost killed him.

Suddenly the air was filled with the screams of horses and the bitter curses of the Yankees, and two objects struck him rapidly, one bouncing off his breastplate, the other off his shoulder-plate.

, hitting the mask of his helmet. He was shocked and turned his head, and another flying ax flew past his eyes, missing his armor by just a few centimeters.

The Hunnic marauder riders who had not fought before rushed towards Draka. The small space was filled with a dozen screaming and charging horses, while the marauder riders used throwing axes as long-range weapons to attack him.

The cold lizard smelled the scent of horse meat and began to lose control. It roared hungrily and pounced on it. The horse at the front screamed and stood upright, waving its hooves in the air, while the rider cursed loudly and struggled to think.

To stabilize one's position. Germany

Laka was in a similar situation, and he was no better than the predator rider on the opposite side. When the cold lizard bit the horse's neck with its jaws and pushed forward with its powerful hind legs, trying to push the horse to the ground, he

He yelled and cursed at the cold lizard beneath him.

Another ax whizzed past Draka's head, and the Huns, who also belonged to the Yankees, shouted and rushed over from the left and right waving weapons. At this time, the family guards who were following Draka also

As they rushed over, the cold lizards under them also pounced on the horses uncontrollably.

Draka tried to yank on the decorative reins, trying to get the lizard to let go of the screaming horse, but the lizard refused to give up its prey. The lizard was still charging forward, and he was suddenly struck by the lizard.

His movement caught him off guard and he was thrown off the saddle. He flew over the head of the cold lizard and landed just on the other side of the struggling, dying horse, only five meters away from the horse's angry owner.

The Yankee immediately fell on Draka and let out a war cry in his savage language. A rough hand grabbed Draka's helmet. He wanted to pull Draka's helmet up and let Draka

His throat was exposed to the blade he raised.

Draka spewed out a stream of scorching steam from his mouth, and sprayed it on the face of the Yankee who was pressing on him like the breath of a dragon. The Yankee's face and eyes were directly melted by this scorching airflow. He cruelly

Looking at the Yankee's melted face, he waved his right fist, and his fist hit the Yankee's fallen eyeball, and then returned the eyeball to the Yankee's face.

But unfortunately, it was not sent into the eye socket, but on the forehead. After swinging one punch, he swung another punch, hitting the Yankee's Adam's apple that was still howling.

There was a violent cracking sound, and the Yankee's grip on his helmet loosened. He broke free, quickly crawled away, crawled to the dying horse, and tried to get up to meet the Yankee attack.

Another flying ax suddenly flew by and hit Draka on the side of his head. The ax was thrown poorly, or he caught it well, and the top of the ax hit him instead of the blade. He vaguely felt it.

There was a burning pain on his head, and the whole world spun. He just stood up

The body that got up fell heavily to the ground again. The sounds came and went. Although he could still see, his mind could no longer fully understand what was happening. He clearly felt a stream of blood coming from his body.

It slowly flowed down the side of his head and began to collect in his neck.

Draka felt the ground beneath him tremble, and a terrible low groan echoed in the air. The world seemed to become dark, and for a moment, he thought that he was about to die, and a cold anger stimulated him.

"No! I will never die here! My destiny is not like this." The words of the Witch King's Hand echoed in Draka's mind. The Witch King's Hand once told him that he would die in Osu.

An, not Nagaros! He knew that in addition to being the hand of the Witch King, Darkos was also the chosen one of Morayog Heg, known as the "Prophecy Weaver"!

At that moment, everything fell back into place.

Draka yelled and tried to roll back further, but he bumped into the twitching body of the horse. The Yankee's weapon drew a vague arc, and just as he was about to raise his fist to catch the blow, the family

The guard's long sword blocked the blow, and his family guards jumped down from the cold lizards and stood in front of him.

More blows fell like raindrops, hitting the armor of the family guards in front of Draka. He gritted his teeth and stood up. He raised his right arm to block the blow, and then swung his curved sword with his right hand to strike.

Towards the Yankee's thigh. He felt the sharp blade cut through the kneecap, and the Yankee fell under him, roaring with anger and pain.

Draka swung hard at the disheveled head of a Yankee, but the Yankee grabbed the back of the curved sword with his left hand and blocked it. The Yankee's eyes under the craggy eyebrows glared at him viciously, and laughed madly.

sound, flexing his powerful shoulders and arms, forcing the curved sword back

. He cursed and spat, and the curved sword in his left hand trembled. The Yankee's terrifying power was far more powerful than him. He was pushed back, and the Yankee pulled out a long serrated dagger from the sheath on his belt. This was

Druch's standard weapon was a trophy obtained by the Yankees in previous battles.

"Why are you laughing?" A family guard waved a messer knife, looked at the Yankee's neck fiercely, and cursed loudly.

The Messer knife struck the Yankee's neck, and the ground was soaked with blood. But he did not die. His scarred lips pulled back, revealing rough teeth. He blew out a hot, foul-smelling breath with blood foam.

.He tried to whisper something with his savage tongue, and then raised his dagger to attack.

The family guard screamed in shock. He grabbed the back of the Messer knife with his left hand and pushed the Messer knife down hard. Finally, with an ear-piercing bone crunching sound, the Messer knife finally cut off the Yankee's head.

"My Kane!" Draka cursed angrily and kicked the Yankee's body away.

As the leader died, the Yankees gradually faded away, and those who ran slowly were shot by the family guards with crossbows.

"You stupid naughty boy, you almost killed me!" Draka looked back and saw that his cold lizard was still eating the horse's internal organs. He hit the cold lizard's bloody nose with his fist.

scolded angrily.

The cold lizard flinched in fright from the blow, shaking its bloody nose like a big dog, and then lay on the ground obediently.

The cold lizard fear riders who broke out turned back again after not seeing Lord Draka, and now they swarmed in. The corpses of horses, Yankees and beastmen were piled up in bloody piles all around.

Draka did not rest but staggered onto the Cold Lizard with the help of the family guards. The family guards put his feet into the stirrups and he supported himself to sit upright.

"Sir! Are you injured?" a family guard asked uneasily.

"This is not mine!" Draka roared as he rubbed the sticky substance covering his helmet. He quickly scanned the area and counted nearly twenty family guards in the security area.

, their armor was splattered with blood.

The sky overhead shone with a dazzling orange light, and the stench of burning hung over the battlefield.

Fierce shouts came from the east and south, and Draka knew that he would really not be able to escape if he didn't retreat.

——

Coran Blackhand was reporting the battle situation outside to Malekith. Malekith didn't say anything, but listened quietly, but he didn't seem to listen at all.

"Your Majesty, why don't we have a battle?" The long silence seemed to indicate that His Majesty the Witch King had nothing to say, so Coran asked cautiously. He asked the question that the fear lords wanted to ask but did not dare to ask.

When Coran finished asking this question, Malekith turned his head to Coran, and the ancient Midnight Armor made a clicking sound. The eye sockets carved on his terrifying mask showed powerful power, lingering in the twisted world.

around the crown.

Coran's whole body became stiff at this moment, and he instinctively resisted this stiffness, hesitating like he did when he first met His Majesty the Witch King.

Malekith curled a finger and signaled Coran to continue reporting.

The captain of the Black Guard swallowed, and his throat suddenly became dry.

"Your Majesty the Witch King, Hagrid Grave's troops seem to be in some trouble. They are about to be entangled by the retreating Chaos troops." At this time, Silses came in from outside and knelt down on one knee to report.

road.

Malekith was riding on the black dragon and watched the retreating Hagrid Grave army slashing a large group of beastmen who were preparing to intercept. He was a little speechless. He knew that according to the previous tactical arrangement, Draka must have entered rashly.

, and then there were some minor troubles.

Looking at the wave of chaos that was about to envelop the retreating troops, Malekith thought for a moment and decided to go over to rescue the siege. He didn't know why he decided to do this. In the past, he wouldn't have cared about the life and death of these Druchi.

Garos is not mentally retarded! It has nothing to do with him whether he runs away or fails to run away. On the contrary, he may punish him.

"Dakius affected me?" Marekis thought of laughing here. Except for Dakius, he couldn't think of other reasons. He didn't answer Koulan just now, because he thought about it for one night.

Understand why he was consumed by Dakius yesterday, instead of the idea of ​​holding a battle. He seemed to have an illusion. His personality seemed to have changed a little after Dak Us came to him.

When An was still by his side.

"How beautiful, how happy it, huh."

At a glance, this crazy and fragile chaotic wave is boundless. The northern guy gangs wearing a fur or exposed to tattoos and the corner orcs are struggling with a big stride.

And the chin relaxed, Malekis even saw a team of food mercenaries. Monsters from flesh, flesh, bones, and steel mixed slowly moved on the ground, squeezed the crowd, and the huge battle mastiff ran on

At the forefront of the team, trying to intercept the cold lizard who is retreating and the Dark Rider.

There are still various giants in the chaotic wave in the farther place. They have a big belly, but their limbs are thin and clumsy. They are wrapped in metal boards made of fragmented cloth and steel.

For them, they do not need steel with excess power.

The giants are rare in Nagaros, so seeing so many giants at one time shocked Malekis a little bit.

The farther place behind the giant is a huge and thick -haired mighty elephant. They dragged the siege tower, and the heads made of the head were properly protected by the armor.

To present their mad gods that are completely unreasonable.

One of the mammoths are decorated with thorns and a spines, and a individual style of skull. This mean skull depicts such a scene, but Malekis can't see it, it is too far away.

Malekis shifted his attention to the chaotic wave on the ground. The black magic wind flowing on his fingertips, and the steel ring on his forehead lingered around the surging energy.

A magic poured down from the sky, and the bone cold wind blocked the route of chaotic wave interception. The enemies in the cold wind tried to resist the cold that had never been seen before, but quickly fell into the cold wind.

Soon, more than 20 black dragons in the sky began to dive, and to the chaotic wave of the chaotic waves that were still rushing towards the Haygen Graph.

Enemy.

Goron's defense and the knights of Higg Gref broke out with a deafening cheers.

"Turn! Go forward! Go forward! Kill all the things to block the road!" Draca shouted.

The family guard next to Draca blown out the corner of the offensive. The cold lizard was afraid that the riders started to shout, urging the mounts to turn, forming one compact and powerful wedge formation after another, like a spear.

"For Nagaros! For the His Majesty of the Witch! Charge!"

(This chapter is finished)