Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 22 22. Stereotypes

Gondel flew away the lance blocking his path, then raised his sword with both hands and roared down it. At this time, the Disaster Walker chariot had completed its turn, and the two-handed sword struck the gilt copper-clad steel swept wing. The beast tamer, who had won two battles, hurriedly dodged backwards and looked at the missing chariot wing. Cold sweat broke out on my head. If it weren't for the lance blocking the road, he might have been killed at this moment.

To the right of the knight who had just been hit in the head by a harpoon, a knight began to raise his lance horizontally, and the tip of the lance stabbed the heads of the two beast trainers, but at this time the Disaster Walker chariot accelerated directly, The lance passed by the head of the two victorious animal trainers towards the rear of the car, and the carriages and horses drove away in a staggered manner. The knight master cursed angrily, with overwhelming resentment, even if he could not understand the Bretonnian animal trainers. The teacher can also feel it intuitively and clearly.

The trainer on the left is shouting about the trainer with two results.

"Stop standing still and shoot."

Then he aimed the harpoon crossbow at the back of the angry knight, achieving his third victory tonight and achieving a lead! The knight master kicked his legs, and he was no longer angry, and became peaceful.

Then, there was nothing more. The Disaster Walker chariot accelerated directly to distance itself, bypassing a team that was approaching diagonally.

The knight who fell to the ground just now finally dug up the soil on the ground and pulled out his leg. It must be said that people in this world are in good physical condition, and his legs were not broken in this case. He struggled to stand up, but before he could stand still, he saw the Disaster Walker chariot passing by him, and a hunting fork was thrown at him. Without haste to dodge, it penetrated the armor and stabbed into his chest. He didn't have time. He screamed in pain and was pulled down by the steel chain behind the hunting fork.

The Disaster Walker chariot went directly into the woods, and the knight master was also dragged into the woods. Druchi's hunting fork is specially treated and can even penetrate the thick scales of beasts, let alone the knight's armor.

"Are you OK?"

"Are you okay?"

The beast tamer who had achieved three results said angrily.

"you!"

Kalien said sinisterly without turning his head: "I really want to kick you down. Why didn't that shot just blow your head off?"

The animal trainer who had won two battles withered. He didn't dare to offend Carlion. As an animal trainer, he knew Carlion's abilities too well. He had the ability to control a car and the beast with the same feeling of stopping and turning on the spot. , not everyone knows it, just like there is no second god of war in the world. And he also knew that no one could beat Lacasse in last year's Claw Competition, not even the high-level beast trainer Yeager.

The Calamity Walker chariot traveled through the forest, and under the control of Kallion, it seemed like a forest dweller, walking on flat ground.

Two animal trainers pulled the steel chain back to prevent the captive from getting stuck in the tree.

"Kalien, this monkey is dying."

Carlion asked: "Do either of you speak this language?"

"We don't know how. That's what the rich and powerful learn."

"Then chop it off and take the hunting fork back."

The knights outside the forest did not rush in rashly. There were twelve high-spirited knights just now, but now they are either wilted or full of anger, and there are only eight left. The four have already returned to the embrace of the goddess of the lake.

There was nothing wrong with the tactics of the knights, but they never expected that the fame that was resounding throughout the continent, the treasure that the empire over the mountains coveted, and the war horses that Bretonnia was so proud of could not catch up with that strange chariot. The chariot was always faster than them, and without the assistance of long-range troops, they lost four kingdom knights. This was the biggest loss for Leonis after the defense of Cologne. The leading knight I don’t even know how to explain this to His Excellency, Duke Herpanse de Leonis.

It would be amazing if the horses of Bretonnia could outrun the chariots. At first, the elven colonists abandoned the old world and returned to Ulthuan, and some hid in the forests of Athel Loren and Lauren Loren and became Asrai. A large number of elven war horses were left here. These war horses were combined with the local forest horses to form the current Bretonnian war horses.

Gondel looked at the leading kingdom knight and said thoughtfully: "Your Excellency, judging from their costumes and equipment, they should be Druch pirates, and only the elven horses are faster than our horses. I have seen them in the city of Le Angoulan, But the appearance is obviously different.”

"Sir, there is a beach in the south where you can transport that kind of chariot up after the tide rises in the evening. It will be difficult after the tide recedes in the morning."

"Your Mightiness."

"Your Mightiness."

"Make a decision!"

The leading kingdom knight was stopped and he looked up at the sky. After killing four feudal knights of the kingdom and going back in despair, how should I explain to their families and the Duke? To put it bluntly, why would he hang around here in the future? Who still listens to him? How will his political opponents orchestrate their attacks on him? He thought again of when he was young and single-handedly charged into the beastmen's formation and hacked them.

He said firmly: "Go to the south and try to hold back these damn pointed ears. Our attendants will appear at dawn, and then we will give them a thunderous blow!"

After saying that, he turned the horse's head and left.

Gondel also followed the leading kingdom knight. He believed that everything today was a task assigned to him by the Goddess of the Lake on his way to seek the Holy Grail. He must complete this task to prove his bravery. In fact, the Lake Goddess The goddess has always ignored him.

Several other kingdom knights looked at each other and turned their horses to follow.

Again, wolf? nonexistent!

Darkus is not a black blade. The ship is parked there. The first mate and the crew are waiting anxiously. The beach is full of small boats.

If the tide recedes at dawn, the hidden reefs under the sea will be exposed, and the three-masted plundering ship will have to retreat farther away, and the task of transporting the loot and mounts will become very troublesome.

The two brothers Darkus and Takaia hung at the back of the team, because there was no medicine on the poultry and slaves.

In mid-air, Alyssa flew back on a dark Pegasus. After landing, she said, "Sir, there is no trace of the enemy in the east."

"Well, please work harder and bring back the Disaster Walker chariot."

Alyssa flew away again.

"Shall we make a bet?"

Upon hearing what Darkus said, the two brothers' scalps went numb, because they knew how outrageously Captain Dastan Cold Eyes had lost last time because of the female vampire.

One afternoon during a drink, Ren couldn't help but ask Darkus why he knew it was a vampire. Darkus said calmly at the time: "Stereotype, because she dresses like a vampire."

Ren is not stupid, he will ask the vampire, but he will not ask what happened tonight.

The sound of a trombone sounded again in the distance, closer this time.

Darkus looked up at the sky. The green night was dissipating and dawn was about to break. He said nonchalantly: "If you don't want to gamble, forget it."