Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 241 91 is in trouble

Author: The Fish Daxian who doesn’t know how to swim

Chapter 241 91. There is trouble

The air echoed with the gloomy drums of Chaos Waves and the shrill trumpets of Druchi.

The sky kept exploding, and burning black chaotic lightning struck from the sky toward the waves of chaos.

Darkus looked up at the magic falling from the sky. He knew that Mother Annasara and her group of sorceresses were starting to exert their strength, but he didn't know what was happening in the inner city, and he didn't care about what was happening in the inner city. Look.

Facing the wave of chaos rushing over like a tidal wave, he knew it was time for him to fight.

Now the organizational structure has been disrupted as planned. Except for the wide fighting area, the command of the rest of the areas has been delegated to the centurion level of Druch. The soldiers under the command cleared the recalcitrant Chaos Wave house by house.

The Black Reaper Crossbowmen and Reaper Ballistas looked for high ground to provide fire support and form crossfire with the outer walls.

The Ebony Knight was unable to launch an effective attack in this oppressive place. He could only use the cold lizard's claws, teeth and lizard armor to resist like a steel barrier. Fortunately, Darkus was surrounded by a group of the most elite members of the Hell Calamity Family.

Surrounded by family guards, these potioned family guards, under the leadership of the captain, filled the empty space between the cold lizards.

Silly Bulaji trampled two wailing beastmen under his feet, and bit off the head of another beastman. Darkus blew the horn of Spicazuma, and the horn of the beast ancestor was still saluting at Malekith's black tower.

Yes, even if he brought it, he wouldn't blow it up. He's not crazy enough yet.

After Darkus blew the horn, he pierced the back of a big horned beast with the scarlet sword. The scorching long sword pierced out from the chest of the big horned beast like a butter knife where it still wore tattered armor. He pulled it out without hesitation.

He picked up the long sword and slashed the long sword on the neck of another big horned beast.

"What a sword!" Maranur shouted loudly as he saw the big horned beast with its head flying back and retracted its attack.

"But I still like the Messer Knife." Darkus said with a laugh, and then chopped off the head of a big horned beast.

The herd of big horned beasts that rushed over began to howl in shock due to the sudden horrific loss. Behind the Ebon Knight and the family guards, there was a shadow that looked extremely terrifying to the beastmen, but this group of brave and unafraid of death.

The twisted monster didn't retreat.

The Ebon Knights who had been given the incarnation of the Dread Knight did not rush forward, but slowly approached the space compressing the wave of chaos. The leaf hammer and long sword continued to rise and fall, and the cold weapons shattered the beastman's corpse into pieces.

Darkus's shield received a huge impact, and the shield almost fell off. He knew it was a throwing ax thrown by the Yankees. The ax and stick hit his leg armor from time to time, and a beastman rushed over with a roar,

He tried to drag him off the Cold Lizard, but before he could bite him, the family guard next to him stabbed him through the throat with a long halberd.

The big horned beast wielding a weapon like a meat cleaver mustered up the courage to swing at Darkus's chest. He directly cut off the big horned beast's wrist with his backhand. Before he could continue to wave the sword to finish the big horned beast, Walter's

The leaf hammer hit the big horned beast's head.

But soon another great horned beast rushed to take its place, and Darkus cursed and struggled with the twisted creature as he felt another hand reach for his left leg and try to pull him from the saddle.

Come down. He stabbed directly into the throat of the big horned beast. The big horned beast fell to the ground, coughing out black blood from its mouth. He ignored it and turned his attention to the twisted monster pulling his leg, but Walter opened his mouth.

The second time I used the leaf hammer to deal with this twisted monster.

Taking advantage of this gap, Darkus vaguely saw a thick green lightning hitting the gate of the inner city, but he ignored it and continued to attack.

The battle continues.

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The squares of the inner and outer cities were filled with a group of bare-chested beastmen, their chests and arms stained with blood. They were brandishing bloody axes and a string of druchi heads, with fresh blood dripping from them.

Bloodstains. Coran and Kira standing on the city wall could only hear the chanting in their throats, moving in and out of the powerful rhythm of drums.

Behind the beastmen was a long line of staggering druchi. These naked druchi were urged forward by a dozen beastmen wielding spiked whips, and each druchi suffered cruel torture.

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"If they want to use a little torture to break our will, then they've come to the wrong place." Coran said contemptuously as he looked at the scene in front of him.

"No, there may be other things." Kira said warily. After that, she looked at Coran and continued, "I will go to support the inner city." Then she flew away on the unruly manticore.

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Under the command of Larkas, the combat hydras began to attack the wave of chaos pouring out of the tunnel. The scene was extremely chaotic, and the air was filled with terrifying screams.

There were panicked druchi everywhere, running for their own safety. Some fearful spearmen threw their spears aside, climbed on each other, and stumbled to escape.

Craftsmen, apprentices, servants and slaves were also running around like headless flies, attacking each other in a frantic flight like animals driven mad by fear.

Malus saw the soldiers pulling out their serrated swords and slashing at anyone who stood in the way. A druch dressed as a blacksmith screamed and fell to the ground, groping for the bloody wound on his back. The apprentice next to him used

The heavy mallet smashed out the Dread Spearman's brains, and blood spattered the apprentice's face, before he was chopped down to the ground by the Dread Spearman's companions.

A Drukhi officer lay face down on the road, a pool of dark blood flowing from his slashed throat. A sword with a jeweled handle was tightly held in his hand, Sauvi

Lin was sprinkled around him from his tattered wallet. It was more wealth than most low-born Druchi would ever see in a lifetime, but no one would give it a second glance at this point.

Some Druchi panicked and ran into the battle area between the War Hydras and the Wave of Chaos. The Druchi who reacted were swallowed by the War Hydras or killed by throwing axes thrown by the Yankees before they could retreat.

In the square of the inner and outer city, Druchi was divided into groups of eight, and they knelt down in specific positions to form a rough circle.

Several screaming shamans wearing brass tokens and skull necklaces appeared, each carrying a wide brass bowl and a long-haired brush. Savage shouts and barks filled the air, and they

The brush was dipped in the glistening bowl and began to draw an intricate symbol on the stones of the square.

While the Shrieking Shaman was in action, Coran keenly caught sight of a figure in dark robes approaching the edge of the square. This figure was neither a beastman nor a hulking Yankee, and he recognized it immediately.

It should be Malus' sister Nagalia.

"Can you shoot those bastards from here?" Coran asked the captain who was in charge of directing the firing of the Reaper Ballista next to him.

"Sir, there is no chance. You can't hit them with direct fire, and you can't hit them with projectiles. They are just outside the range." The leader of the Reaper Ballista looked over and shook his head.

Coran shook his head and cursed in a low voice. He knew there was trouble, but the first task His Majesty the Witch King gave him was to guard the inner city wall and then wait for an opportunity to encircle it.

At this time, a thick green lightning hit the gate of the inner city. Before Coran could reach the place above the gate where the liquid could be poured, he heard a violent collapse sound, and the gate of the inner city collapsed.

In an instant, the defensive pressure on the city wall was greatly relieved, and the wave of chaos retreated along the ladder, turning its attention to the city gate that could enter the inner city.

After releasing her magic, Nagalia gracefully walked into the center of the ever-expanding mark, followed by a pair of bulky tauren, with another Druki sandwiched between them.

This Druchi received more attention from his torturers than the other prisoners. His pale skin was covered with deep scars or fresh marks, covering almost every inch of his exposed skin. His arms were tied with brass chains.

He raised his head to the sound of the drums, and even from such a distance, Grond's soldiers recognized his face.

"Kain on top! It's Lord Mede!" a Grond soldier exclaimed.

This Lord Mede is the fear lord who previously protected Malus' retreat.

With the sound of drums, the mark was finally completed. The beastmen raised their horned heads and roared at the violent sky. Nagalia opened her arms and spit out a string of obscure languages.

The gathered Druchi was writhing in fear and pain. Invisible energy fluctuations emanated from her body, distorting the surrounding air.

"It seems she has forgotten her true allegiance." Something in Nagalia's spell disturbed Zarkhan, causing Zarkhan to tense up at the threat of getting under Malus' skin, and he hissed.

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Before Malus could figure out what Zakhan meant, Nagalia's chant reached its climax. Green lightning flashed across, and the thunderous fist split the night sky.

The beastmen roared angrily, raised their axes, turned to the helpless Drukki, and chopped the Drukki into pieces in a carnival.

Streams of blood burst out from the carved blood lines. Med's body became stiff, and then he screamed in pain. The air around him became blurred, and his ravaged body began to swell.

"What happened?" Hearing the scream that seemed to be ringing in his ears, Malus felt that his blood turned cold, and his voice was full of fear.

"The Demon Ascension Ceremony. The protagonist of the ceremony is the poor Druch who covered your retreat before, my little black blade."

Outside the square, Med's body continued to swell, his back arched in pain, and his muscles bulged until the skin cracked like an overcooked sausage, revealing the flesh and blood inside. The skin on his face dripped from

Sweating and screaming, his skull fell off, and a pair of long new limbs rose from his back like blades.

Under the gaze of Druch on the inner city wall, those limbs spread out into a pair of twisted leather wings.

The demon continued to grow, shrouded in the boiling blood of hundreds of Druchi victims in the square, and energy condensed around the demon's hands, forming a long gleaming blade and a terrifying spiked whip.

The blood-stained demon prince spread his wings and soared into the sky with a bloodthirsty and joyful roar. The demon towered over the square, raised its swollen skull, and roared to challenge the defenders of the inner city.

Druki, who was manipulating the Reaper Ballista, screamed in terror and poured firepower at the Demon Prince. The Demon Prince, who was mid-flying, seemed to have suddenly received some order and flew towards the area where Darkus was.

At this time, Nagalia lost her previous elegance and stared dumbfounded at the Demon Prince who was about to fly towards the inner city, and then started to curse.

The Demon Prince seemed to feel Nagalia's scolding, turned his head and glared at Nagalia with his brass eyes, and flew away without looking back.

Malus was about to turn around and run up the inner city, but suddenly his heart felt a sharp pain, and he stopped and stood there.

"What are you doing, Black Blade?" Zarkhan growled.

"Don't you want Nagalia to see that what she did is wrong?" Malus said through gritted teeth.

"He broke away from Nagalia's control and went to find Darkus. I seem to have seen Nagalia's failure. I suggest you find the soul dagger now, and then take advantage of the chaos to ride on your radiating

Get the smelly beast out of here." Zakhan said while controlling Malus's body to turn around.

The Reaper ballistas on the inner city were still attacking, aiming at this terrifying winged creature and pouring out crossbow arrows. But the Demon Prince didn't care and flew straight in the direction of Darkus.

"It seems we are in trouble." Darkus chopped down another beastman and looked up at the sky and said, and then shouted, "Disperse!"

(End of chapter)