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You are talking about the Carnivorous Court, which is something from AOS, not in the medieval times. The Strigoi family in the medieval times was one of the main bloodlines of vampires, the ugliest in appearance, but the kindest in behavior towards the civilians under their rule.

Chapter 433 Hope and Despair

A high elf camp somewhere in the northern Badlands.

In the distant past for humans, the Strig Empire, which originated from the Mad Swamp, was said to have advanced to the Three Rivers in the north during its heyday. The Strig army once besieged the Sea Gate, but of course failed to take it down. Considering that the dwarves also have corresponding records, the Strig Empire is likely to have conquered most of the Badlands, although this prosperous country was eventually destroyed by the greenskins due to the backstab of its own people.

Gustav Winkler was never a scholar, although this did not prevent him from being proficient in history: Mr. Gustav, who was determined to revive his family, always believed that only by understanding the past could you know where to look for treasures. The former explorer had come into contact with many Strigoi wandering around the Old World (Note 1). He not only learned their language from these "mobile thieves' guilds, brothels, and homes of poor prophets", but also learned a lot about the history of the Strigoi Empire.

These true and false legends depict a vast country with a vast territory. Its land is not rich, but it feeds a large number of human residents, and the human residents support their terrifying vampire masters. In the description of the Strigoi, the ancient Strigoi Empire was a powerful country with bright armor and strict military discipline, protecting the empire and its people from any enemy.

The former explorer didn't know whether the army of the Strigoi Empire was really as powerful and majestic as the Strigoi boasted, but there was one thing he was sure of: the architectural skills of the Strigoi ancestors were indeed good.

Even though the city itself has weathered beyond recognition and the once towering walls are now only ruins, the high elves can still find underground prisons here that only need simple cleaning and maintenance and are still in normal use. When Solyak reached an agreement with the other two forces and prepared to join forces to fight against Druz and the ratmen, the prisoners who were originally locked in the prison carts were taken out and transferred to the dungeons to continue their detention, waiting for their fate to judge them.

Gustav, his contact the shadow mage Ian, and twenty senior Tyrell mercenaries stayed in their new residence anxiously for less than a day, and then a group of new "residents" also moved in here.

"Druzi." Gustav spat out the word with disgust.

About fifty Druzil and a ratman grey prophet were taken to the dungeon by Asur soldiers, filling up the nearby cells. The new neighbors had obviously gone through a tough battle, and almost all of them were injured when they were brought in. The only one who was intact was a Druzil witch, perhaps a high-ranking witch. Even though her neck and wrists were shackled with obsidian shackles to seal her spellcasting ability, she still held her head high.

The former explorer had no idea what these black bean sprouts and their rat-like allies had gone through, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care. In addition to the Asur soldiers, the escort also included Sir Rodrik and his companions. Even after another fierce battle, this group of Bretonnian knights did not suffer any more casualties.

The knights wore chain mail with fine rings and robes on the outside, with shields painted with family crests on their backs and unsheathed swords on their waists. When the Asur soldiers pushed the captured commander of the Druzian army, Delasir Bloodscar, into the cell, Sir Rodrik paced to the cell where Gustav and others were imprisoned.

"Your master has been captured and will be tried soon," the Holy Grail Knight said in a hoarse voice. "What good will it do you to continue to play dumb? The Druzy army has been wiped out, and no one will come to rescue you."

"Based on Druzy's usual style, even if they win, they will never come to save me. They won't even think of doing so," Gustav leaned against the wall and squinted at Roderick outside the cell. "As for you, my good sir, I don't think anyone is capable of saving you."

Sir Roderick's attendant was furious when he heard this. He put his hand on the hilt of the sword and wanted to do something, but the Holy Grail Knight stopped him. "You and your helpers will be executed tomorrow. Since there is no time to build a guillotine, we will use hanging to execute you." This was not a threat. Roderick was simply stating a fact. "While you can still breathe, take the time to pray to your God and ask Him to forgive you for what you have done."

After saying this, the Holy Grail Knight turned and left.

Gustav's face twitched a few times, but he did not beg for mercy. After the last Asur soldier left the dungeon and only the prisoners were left, Gustav moved his body and shouted to the next cell: "Ian, Ian!"

The former explorer shouted several times in Rexperre, until Druzy in the cell opposite looked over here. The shadow mage finally responded: "... Stop shouting. Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Damn it, they're really going to kill us!" Gustav said sharply, "When will the rescue team come?!"

"There won't be any rescue team. The rescue plan has been canceled." Ian said lightly.

“Cancel?! Sigma, I always thought the Elector was a different kind of noble. I thought she was different from other masters!” The former explorer shouted at the top of his voice, “I have always served the Elector with all my heart and soul. I am her most loyal servant! How could she abandon me at this time?... No!”

Gustav howled and suddenly came to his senses: "The floating city is within reach. Even if the Elector doesn't care about the lives of her servants, she should at least care about Fuzrek's legacy, right?"

"Monkey," Delasir suddenly said in the cell opposite, "is your master Egwene de Richelieu?"

"Yes, I work for that distinguished lady!" Since he was going to be hanged anyway, the former explorer completely forgot about the confidentiality rules that he had learned during training. "As a result, they said I was a spy you planted in the expeditionary force. Ha! Until today, I didn't even know you!"

"I will not allow a stupid monkey like you to serve me," the Lord of Terror sneered in a very standard Rikspell accent. "Cunning is a virtue, and you are undoubtedly extremely morally corrupt."

"Yes, respected Master Delasir, as cunning as you are, can you only stay in the cell and wait for them to decide how to deal with you?" Gustav sprayed back without giving in: "Where are your army? Where are your servants? Where is your cunning? No wonder the Elector hates Druzy so much, because you are so annoying!"

"Damn it, you rude monkey! I'm going to dig out your eyes and feed them to you!" Delasir jumped up and said, "Don't let me catch you, or you'll beg me to kill you... I promise you'll die in a very creative way!"

"Everyone can make threats, so why don't you come and catch me!" The fear of death did not deprive Gustav of his ability to think, but instead fully mobilized his thinking and subjective kinetic energy: "Wait until the allies of the Elector arrive, and we will die together!!"

Gustav suddenly stopped talking, and then shouted to the side, half guilty and half embarrassed: "They will come, right? Tell me, only the rescue plan was cancelled, and the other plan was not."

"I think it might be a wrong decision for the higher-ups to let you do this," Ian sighed. "You talk too much and have no sense of confidentiality. How did you get through the field agent training process?"

"I'm about to die, and I still care about this? And what did I say? Even at this time, I didn't betray the real secrets!" Gustav grabbed the railing with both hands and squeezed his head in the gap: "Tell me, they are not coming either?"

"That army is heading here as planned, and I can assure you that they are powerful enough to destroy everything around the floating city," the shadow mage replied, "including us, of course."

"Then what should I do? What should we do?" The former explorer gritted his teeth and said, "I won't just wait to die. Even in Lustria, I never gave up the idea of ​​living!"

"Give up. They can't identify you and your bodyguard." System units from different factions can automatically identify each other, even if they know nothing about each other's identities and missions. Therefore, the Shadow Mage does not need to worry about being killed by friendly forces. "You should think about how to write your epitaph."

Gustave spoke a long string of beautiful local dialect to Ian, but the latter was indifferent.

"You are right about one other thing. Lady Egwene is indeed different from other nobles. She cares about everyone who works for her. She did not cancel the rescue plan because she did not value our lives. There was another reason for this," Ian said calmly. "I am ready to give everything for Lady Egwene."

"<Marienburg swear>, I haven't revived the family yet, I can't die yet!" Gustav took out a glass tube as thick as a finger from somewhere. For some reason, the shadow wizard Ian, who was closer, always felt that the thing seemed to emit a rather subtle smell.

"Sigma, protect my soul!" Gustav shouted loudly while holding the glass tube tightly. Just as the former explorer was about to pull out the cork, he suddenly felt his fingers loosen.

"Cunning monkey," Delasir studied the glass tube in his hand. No one knew when he left the cell. "Whatever this is, your plot has failed."

As he spoke, Drasir's appearance changed and he became Soryak's adjutant, the magic swordsman who was always inseparable from the blind wizard.

"Come with me to see my master," the magic swordsman said, "Lord Solyak will probably be very interested in your story."

……

Note 1: The Strigoi are a human race in Warhammer Medieval, and can basically be considered the Warhammer version of the Gypsies.

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Author's words: I broke my promise... I can only postpone the update until tomorrow. Anyway, this matter will not end so soon, and it will probably take a long time to get a result. On the contrary, this volume is about to end. The next volume is to go to Norsca to save Shenzhu.

Chapter 434: Tzeentch's Methods

Xuanshui, underground cave, laboratory 404.

As a literal steel mountain, there is a huge cave formed by geological activities under the Iron Rock. There used to be a magma lake here, which could produce a small amount of extremely precious obsidian in Warhammer, a special ore with magical power - but all this has become a thing of the past. In order to create Pingshan, An Jiyue drained the heat of the magma lake at once, and now there is only fluorescent moss and igneous rocks all over the ground...

... and An Jiyue's secret laboratory. Dursu was also imprisoned here. Except for the Lord of the Holy Scripture, no one was allowed to visit here. Even Jin Zhishi had never been here.

With the help of the things drawn from the entertainment pool, An Jiyue built a two-story villa here. The villa is next to the main building of the laboratory, and the two are connected by a corridor; the villa is fully equipped with various modern household appliances, bathroom equipment, and furniture. Each bedroom is equipped with a personal computer, and the power supply is maintained by a diesel generator that is also drawn from the entertainment pool. However, considering that diesel can only be obtained by drawing cards, the appliances in the villa can only be used sparingly.

"I heard from Ah Yue that there was only one 'office for the boss of a township enterprise' here before," Bing Ruolan looked up and down at An Jiyue's studio. Although Xiu Yanqing often went in and out of the 404 laboratory, this was her first time in this room. "It seems that the laboratory next to it was not as big as it is now."

"Maybe it's because I subconsciously treated this as some kind of business simulation game," An Jiyue, who was wearing a white round-neck T-shirt inside and a khaki work suit outside, took off her work gloves and put them aside, then pulled out a chair and sat in front of the empty work table, "Unconsciously, everything that's now has accumulated."

The Jiedushi did not make any move, but some translucent projections appeared on the empty work table. The Dragonborn standing opposite him lowered his head and glanced at it, and found that it seemed to be some armor design drawings.

"Morgan and I have made a list. It contains the technologies or products we have thought of and are ready to develop. All items have unique numbers, and we decide which task to tackle first based on priority. For example, this," the girl pointed at the projections, "is a sub-project of the 'Advanced Individual Armor Project' under the 'Elf Universal Armor' project. It was originally a very low priority, but now we have to single it out for emergency development."

Hearing this, the old lady who was obsessed with plate armor came closer: "Why do these armors look like they are, um, fully enclosed?"

"It's not like that. This thing is fully enclosed," the girl said, fiddling with her hands in the air for a few times, and the details of the translucent projection were enlarged. "Our army is destined to travel all over the world. In order to enable soldiers to fight normally in the most extreme battlefield environment, in addition to the research and development project of mechanical armor, that is, power armor, we have also prepared this, a fully enclosed armor without auxiliary power, which can effectively protect against biological and chemical attacks and isolate harmful environments. After all, mechanical armor is very expensive both in terms of procurement cost and maintenance cost, and it is impossible to popularize it to the entire army."

"Those who wear mechanical armor are Astartes, and those who wear this thing are Astra Militarum, right?" the old lady complained, "But I have a question, how do you solve the problem of physical exhaustion from wearing armor for a long time?"

"That's why the 'Advanced Individual Armor Project' has a very low priority," the governor spread his hands. "As a sub-project, the 'Elf Universal Armor' is easy to deal with. The armor plates can be made directly of Sky Silver, or Iselama Silver."

"Where did you get so much Skysilver?" Xiugenqing got to the point: "Isn't that something that is only produced in Ulthuan?"

"In theory, Dustan can draw finished silver ingots from the material pool, and in fact, he does have quite a bit of this stuff on hand," An Jiyue explained. "What materials can be drawn from the material pool depends on the faction you belong to. For example, Barrel once drew Bergman beer from the material pool, but his ancestors robbed him."

"You mentioned this once before," Bing Ruolan laughed, "when I set out for the North Pole."

"Yes, some things seem to have happened just yesterday," An Jiyue sighed, "In short, relying solely on materials and bloodlines is not reliable at all. Importing from Ossuan also has various problems. In order to solve this problem, referring to the successful experience of black iron, Morgan and I considered the feasibility of artificially synthesizing these extraordinary metals."

Black iron, a material unique to An's Zhendan, is used to make armor for armored cavalry and some officers. Its defense is no less than that of the dwarf's star iron armor. However, unlike star iron and sky silver, black iron is not a natural extraordinary metal. It is actually smelted from ordinary iron ore, and its processing method is a secret of An's Zhendan.

The processing of black iron, to put it simply, is to infuse the Taixu Yuanli in a specific way during smelting, so that its properties undergo some changes, creating an extraordinary metal that did not exist originally.

As for the idea of ​​artificially synthesizing extraordinary metals, it was actually Barel who first proposed it. The Dwarf King believed that no matter how much the mineral reserves were, they would eventually be mined out. Considering that Skysilver was a specialty of toilet seats, and Ulthuan was a magical floating island created by the Old Ones, the Dwarf King suspected that Ulthuan was probably the only place in the universe that had Skysilver.

Even if this conjecture is wrong, special minerals such as Sky Silver and Star Iron are very rare in themselves. Not only are they hard to find, but the reserves are also low, so it is impossible to use them freely. Barrel, who was inspired by the origin of Black Iron, had an idea from some point on: Why don't we try artificial synthesis?

"…Although the project has been approved and has achieved certain academic results, it is still a long way from being able to be truly applied in actual production," An Jiyue said. "Fortunately, Akendorff has a considerable inventory of celestial silver. Dustan, the African, has always been a non-believer. He insisted on taking the gamble even though he knew he was a pure African. This is a bargain for us right now. After leaving a minimum emergency reserve, this batch of celestial silver is enough to build 5,000 sets of armor."

"That doesn't sound like much."

"It's already pretty good to be able to equip a main army and still have some spare armor left," An Jiyue raised her right index finger and shook it left and right. "In short, the most troublesome thing about this project is where to get so much Sky Silver. Other materials are easy. You also know about the Chaos Nest. Although the main combat force at present is the flying fleet and the air force, our army will sooner or later clash with the enemy's army. Some preparations should be made now."

"Let me ask you something," Bing Ruolan raised her left hand, "enough to make 5,000 sets. Does it mean that pure heavenly silver can make 5,000 sets of armor, or that a mixture of heavenly silver and steel can make 5,000 sets of armor?"

"The former. Don't ask why we need pure silver. The answer is that this outfit must be worn all the time when entering a specific combat area and cannot be taken off, so the weight requirement is very strict. After all, the soldiers have to carry other things," An Jiuyue replied. "I actually considered directly strengthening the soldiers' physical functions, but how should I put it? An Zhendan is really not good at bioengineering, and Kaldorei doesn't have the technical reserves in this area. That is the specialty of Shushu and Bad Aduan."

"Speaking of which, it seems that Egwene sent a local person to the Badlands? I remember you said in the group that Egwene gave him a drop of blood and asked him to decide whether to drink it at the critical moment." The old Dragonborn aunt suddenly remembered another thing. "Have you and Morgan never considered studying Egwene first?"

"First of all, Morgan is a [Mechanical Prophet], not a [Great Scientist]. What you said is not related to Morgan's profession," An Jiyue said. "Secondly, the man you mentioned is called Gustav, Gustav Winkler. Why don't you let him drink the blood when he sets out? Why not let him decide whether to drink it when it's a life-and-death moment?"

"I don't understand." Bing Ruolan shook her head.

"Because of compatibility. Carl couldn't become Ulric's chosen one, replicating Magnus's operation because he lacked compatibility with the power of the White Wolf God. And the reason why Egwene couldn't just find a knight from the Empire or Bator to feed him her blood was also because of compatibility. Gustav was lucky in that he happened to have compatibility with Egwene's blood; unfortunately, Mr. Gustav's compatibility in this regard was very poor, do you understand?"

"Can you tell me more about this?"

"To be more specific, if Gustav drinks the divine blood diluted with the potion I prepared, he will definitely be able to exert combat power at the level of the Holy Grail of Ai, but it is unknown whether he can survive afterwards. That is why Evelyn let him choose whether to drink it or not. Anyway, when Lady Melinda handed over the item, she hinted that the aftereffect would be very strong."

"I see. In short, although Egwene's blood has a strengthening effect, this strengthening mechanism is difficult to develop into a mature product like the Astartes transformation surgery, right?"

"That's right. Let's not talk about how difficult it is to study the blood of the Outer Gods. The working principle of this thing itself determines that it cannot be mass-produced. Two hundred Holy Grail Knights in the inner circle sounds like a lot, but the problem is that this is the result of screening all the knights of Paraon and Quinaris. Although new Ai Holy Grails will definitely be born in the future, the potential of these two principalities has almost been tapped to the limit... Unless the screening is opened to the civilian class, but that is another issue."

"All right……"

"The design of the new armor is almost complete. I will send the fleet to the Southland with the processing equipment and raw materials," An Jiyue said, "I have a feeling that Tzeentch will not let me go to the Badlands."

As soon as she finished speaking, An Jiyue suddenly stopped all her movements and listened carefully. After a moment, she said to Bing Ruolan with a serious expression: "The Aldolf Hundred Households urgently reported that they found some very suspicious traces. At this moment, it is very likely that the Everchanging Demon Lord has sneaked into Aldolf... The key is that those traces are too obvious, it's like they are clearly reminding us. Tsk, it seems that I have to set off immediately."

"Isn't Aiwen over there?" Xiugenqing said subconsciously: "Can't we let her handle it?"

"If the Lord of Change hides in the dark and casts curses on the electors, what do you want Evelyn, a purebred warrior, to do?" the governor asked in return.

So there was no longer any doubt about the matter.

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Author's note: This is the first update. I will try to write the next update before 1:00. Damn, because of this donkey, my old nosebleed problem has recurred.

Chapter 435: Coming one after another

Somewhere in the northern Badlands.

Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, after wandering for a thousand years, Fuzrek's greatest work once again returned to the place where it was created, ready to be recharged.

When the floating city slowly landed on the base of the building, a fierce battle broke out among the mortal forces that came from afar for it. The outcome of this battle was not in suspense. Although Druzil also valued and was good at diplomacy (Note 1), when he realized that other forces were uniting, Delasir immediately sent envoys and assassins to try to destroy this alliance. However, both the envoys' gold and the assassins' poison were returned in vain under the strict defense.

After the failure of the attempt to alienate the enemy, the Lord of Dread had no choice but to fight, because the order to seize the floating city came from the Witch King himself, and Malekith's will was absolute to Druzy. In the cruel society of the Dark Elves, whether it was failure or disobedience, the final result was a very creative death.

Drasir's ally, the Skaven army led by a Grey Prophet, also dared not retreat, because the order to seize the floating city was issued by the Council of Thirteen: the most powerful rats in the underground empire had set their sights on this powerful creation and the countless magical treasures stored in it. With no other choice, the dark elves and ratmen could only force themselves to trust extremely unreliable so-called allies and fight shoulder to shoulder against the enemy who had a significant numerical advantage.

In order to turn the tide, Drasir performed an eleven-draw kill before the battle began, sacrificing those unlucky guys to Bloody Kane in exchange for the favor of the god of murder.

This method was cruel but effective. A bloody battle broke out in the early morning. The two sides fought back and forth around the floating city that had landed. More than one faction tried to take advantage of the chaos to rush into the floating city and control the biggest spoils of war. However, all such attempts failed. When the floating city landed and was about to recharge, all the magic puppets inside were activated. They guarded every entrance and exit of the city to ensure that no one could get their hands on the master's legacy.

In desperation, the competitors could only focus on defeating the least popular guy. Fortunately, the magic puppets of the floating city would not leave it too far, so there was no more uncertainty in the battle.

The fierce battle lasted from early morning to afternoon. When the Skaven army, unable to bear the increasing casualties, ignored the angry curses of the Grey Prophet and fled, the Dark Elves continued to shout and fight even when surrounded by the enemy. Cain's blessing made them ignore their desperate situation and respond to the enemy's fierce attack with double cruelty, viciousness and madness.

Due to some historical factors, the Tyrells were responsible for pinning down the Dark Elves in the battle so that friendly forces could concentrate their superior forces to deal with the Skaven. The Remas, who constituted the main force of this mercenary army, volunteered. Wearing sleeve chain mail, holding large shields and short swords, and carrying two javelins as long-range weapons, the Remas Legion infantry launched an attack with eagle flags held high, but they were never able to break through the Dark Elves' shield wall, which was of the same origin as the High Elves.

No, to be precise, the Tyrells not only failed to make a breakthrough in the battle, but were suppressed by the dark elves. To obtain Khaine's blessing, a grand killing must be used as a sacrifice, whether it is the enemy or one's own people, anyway, Khaine only wants murder itself. All this is of course costly, but it is completely worth it in terms of the effect. At least when Myrmidia did not show miracles, the Tyrells were obviously a little exhausted.

Fortunately, the allies also dealt with the ratmen at this time, and even the Grey Prophet who tried to escape by teleportation was captured on the spot. The border "princes" led by Lightbird were given the task of chasing the fleeing ratmen, while the high elves and Arabs came from both wings and surrounded the dark elves.

Even though they were already at the end of their strength, these furious Druzis still left a deep impression on their opponents. In order to gain the upper hand in future negotiations on the ownership of the floating city, the commander of the Arabi army, the Grand Vizier of Haika, Saleh, launched an attack before the high elves arrived. The Sipahi cavalry and the armored war elephants rushed to the flank of the Druzis army, but the blow that should have decided the outcome did not work.

A group of witches, who had little armor or even clothes, brandished poisoned swords and launched a counterattack against the Arabi cavalry. They nimbly jumped onto the backs of war elephants, killed the crew members and left immediately, allowing the out-of-control war elephants to disrupt the formation of the Sipahi cavalry. These witches were either shot and fell on the way, or knocked over and trampled by elephants and horses in the chaotic battlefield, but their goal had been achieved.

By the time the Sipahi cavalry killed all the out-of-control war elephants with curses and regrouped to continue the attack, the hastily arrived Dread Spearmen had already formed a shield wall on their intended attack route, with dense spears sticking out from the gaps in the shields. After a brief silence, these proud heavy cavalry began to charge and crashed into the shield wall of Druz. They once shook the formation of the dark elves, but unfortunately they missed the best opportunity to attack.

The side that had no hope of winning quickly could only grind away at the enemy bit by bit until Druzy's troops were reduced to the point where they could no longer maintain a complete formation. This was torture for both sides, but they had no other choice.

In the end, it was the border "princes" who had been ignored by everyone beforehand who broke the deadlock. "Blackheart" Lightbird, the mercenary leader who claimed to be the illegitimate son of Karl Franz and demanded that all the border princes swear allegiance to him, did not chase the scattered ratmen far, but returned with his men after a circle.

The border "princes" replaced the Remas people who had suffered heavy losses and immediately launched a powerful attack - although it sounded quite incredible, the border princes had an organized heavy cavalry, and Lightbird's Eagle Regiment had a team of fully-equipped knights. God knows how the border princes' "principalities" with only a few hundred people generally could support such an expensive army.

With the Eagle Regiment as the spearhead of the attack, the "Princes" followed Lightbird and broke through the shield wall of the dark elves with a desire for wealth and fame. Although the price was that the Eagle Regiment's dozens of heavy cavalrymen were reduced by more than half, they did break the deadlock. Following the offensive channel opened by the "Princes", Solyak deployed his last reserve, which was also his personal guard, a team of Hoeth sword masters who had been resting for a long time.

This became the last straw that broke the camel's back. At this point in the battle, no one had any reserve troops left, and Druzy had been holding on until now with a half-crippled army... After all, the dark elves were not bloodless and tearless undead, and when the casualties reached the point where only one in ten survived, they collapsed.

A battle was over, but more battles were yet to begin. No one would suggest attacking the floating city at this time. After a hard battle, everyone was tired and they just wanted to rest.

Anyway, those magic puppets will not leave the floating city. It’s only one night. Is there any chance of an accident?

As a result, the next morning, the Arion raiders on guard at the periphery brought terrible news: an incredibly large army of undead was approaching here.

A haze suddenly covered everyone's face.

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Note 1: In the background, the Dark Elves can even persuade Greenskins and Beastmen to harass the Bretonnians, thus creating opportunities for themselves. In the era of the former Everchosen Esava Kul, the Dark Elves even reached an agreement with the Yankees who originally came to invade Naggaroth to jointly invade Ulthuan.

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