Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 79 5 Blood and Fire

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

Chapter 79 5. Blood and Fire

Darkus asked Chupa Coco, who had regained his composure, about the positioning of the stone slab. Chupa Coco said that he didn't understand either, and that he was ordered to find it every time.

Darkus went to the warehouse to check the slate again and confirmed that there should be no GPS positioning device or the like. After thinking for a moment, he understood that first, the Slann must know the existence of the slate before they can locate it. If you don't know, locate it.

There is no way to talk about it. Otherwise, what would Tichit Whichi be looking for when he leads the skinks riding giant horned cold lizards to serve as war dog mercenaries in the old world? Besides, why are there so many stone slabs scattered in the abandoned temple city of Lustria?

Not found everywhere? If there is a location, shouldn’t the whole picture be bright?

After a long voyage to the underground sea, the Black Ark Herald of Despair finally sailed out from the junction of the Isthmus of Lustria and the Pahuakos Rainforest, and then began to turn around and head north.

After traveling for a few days, the trainers riding the Dark Pegasus began to continuously scout north. The trainers who returned soon reported that they had discovered a human Galen sailing ship in the north that was heading west.

The Pioneer of Despair led the plundering fleet and began to turn, hanging far behind the ship. The sorceresses on the ship began to activate their magic to cause the magic devices in the spire to emit dense fog.

They traveled like this for five days, during which time there was only one ship, and no ships left the port of Skogi. Maybe it was because they didn't get any money? Who knows.

In the middle of the night, the Herald of Despair began to prepare for full combat. Darkus was not ready to attack. He wanted to stand next to Dastan Cold Eyes and learn. This was a rare opportunity to command in actual combat.

The slaves have been sacrificed to Kane, and the two war hydras are feasting, enjoying a carnival feast.

In the middle of the night, the sea began to rise, and the raid began without warning!

The only route in and out of Skogi is the port, which is directly blocked by the fleet led by the Herald of Despair.

The sleeping black dragon woke up. It flew towards the defenses outside the port, spitting poisonous breath. The corrosive breath instantly melted the defense towers. The black dragon began to roar, venting its madness to everything it could touch.

Strength, the Norscans in the fortifications woke up from their sleep and tried to throw throwing axes and javelins in a desperate counterattack.

The Herald of Despair sailed into the outskirts of the port as the tide rose at night. The Reaper ballistae on the deck moved to the side facing the port. With the blessing of the sorceress's magic, they began to shoot at the ships anchored in the port.

The black dragon circled in the air and returned to the fortifications outside the port. The throwing axes and javelins hitting the black dragon's hard skin had no effect, but instead angered it. It spit out poisonous breath again, and the corrosive breath directly melted those who dared to challenge it.

Reptiles, the Norscans could no longer bear this powerless fear and began to flee.

The soldiers on the Herald of Despair and the Plunderer, as well as the Black Ark pirates, began to climb up the rope ladder to the boarding boat.

There were all kinds of ships moored in the harbor, flying various flags. Dacus took a look and saw that most of them were ships from the empire, southern city-states, Arabian and Bretonnia, as well as some small Norscan dragon ships. That is,

Only when these people come here to seek wealth can they coexist peacefully. It's really hard for them not to fight each other. The ship was blown to pieces by the bombardment of the Reaper's ballista with magic bolts, and the fangs and claws of the Hell Dragon were also blasted in the same way.

Attacking these fragile wooden ships, the Hell Dragon directly swung its tail and broke the small ship from the middle of the deck.

Dastan Cold Eyes stood on the deck fully armed and watched the battle. He was originally planning to sacrifice another batch of slaves to obtain Hecate's blessing. He did not expect that the battle would go so smoothly, so he quickly ordered the first mate to stop this wave of sacrifices.

Darkos was speechless and looked at Dastan Lengyan with disdain, but he could also understand what that sentence meant, the poor suddenly became rich, and the chest and belly were bulging out? That's not right!

The Lengyan family is saddled with a lot of debt and interest. Should they save money when they can? Will they be misled by their cleverness? Or should they fully demonstrate the utilitarianism of Drucci's belief in this aspect?

Darkus coughed quickly, and Dastan Lengyan turned to look at him in confusion. He shook his head back. The meaning was very clear. Alyssa, the well-wisher of Hecate, was still here, but

Dastan Cold Eyes didn't seem to know about this.

"Don't worry, there are plenty of slaves and wealth!" After speaking, Darkus pointed towards the town. He would not say that he was curious about the power and effects of large-scale magic.

With this wave of slave sacrifices, the high-level shadow sorceresses of the Cold Eye family began to control the restless wind of Urku, and the sorceresses on board the ship next to them also began to act as power banks, pouring magic into the town of Skogi.

A dark vortex condensed with shadows was released. The vortex leading to the abyss of hell slowly opened in the town. After the vortex was formed, it began to move and rage, permanently swallowing everything caught in it.

At this time, Mazdamudi did not meditate again. He vaguely felt that if he meditated again, he would wake up again immediately. He wanted to find out what the omen was. He suddenly sensed the place where those hot-blooded species lived.

A fierce battle broke out, and the terrifying wind of magic was gathering there, and Pachiko was also there.

Pichipochi was still serving respectfully next to Lord Mazdamudi. Mazdamudi slowly lowered his head to look at him, and asked him to go and see what was going on through a magic message.

The poor place of Skogi is one of the wettest places on the entire Lustrian Isthmus coast. There is a tide once a year, and once a year. Due to the Norscan tradition, most of the buildings in the town are made of wooden structures, so that

Many buildings had to be built on high pillars to keep them partially dry. Unfortunately, this tradition didn't work so well in the sinking quagmire, and many of the pillars were rotten to the core, so the houses in this poor place were always crumbling, even

It can sway left and right with violent movements.

However, after tonight, the people living here don't have to worry about these messy things, and they don't have to shake hard in the brothel, thinking about the evil idea of ​​collapsing the brothel and running out of orders.

"What's going on? Is there a typhoon?"

The terrifying dark whirlpool was sweeping through, sucking in the tired guests who had fallen on the bed after exerting themselves, and even the house. Some people simply disappeared without a trace in their sleep, as if they had never been to the mortal world.

Same as between.

Countless mercenaries, explorers, adventurers, crew members and guards rushed out of various houses with frightened faces and disheveled clothes.

There was a traffic jam in a tavern. Drunk people crowded around the double doors and tried to run out. Some of them had already run out, but fell down in the mud at the bottom of the stairs. Before they could get up, their eyes widened.

Seeing the dark vortex making the terrifying sound getting closer and closer, the adventurer who woke up from his drunkenness instantly let out a hysterical cry of despair, and then disappeared.

Those drunkards who are still sleeping on the bar are lucky, because they don't have to experience fear before they disappear in a daze.

Darkus held up a monocular and looked at this terrifying scene, thinking about what it would be like if he and his army were inside?

(End of chapter)