Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

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 towards the wave of chaos.

Darkus looked up at the magic falling from the sky. He knew that Mother Annasara and the 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 Druchi. Under the command, the soldiers cleared the stubborn wave of chaos 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 Spicazuma Horn. The Beast Ancestor Horn was still in the salute of Malekith's Black Tower. Even if he brought it, he would not blow it out of his mind. He was not that crazy 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 took out the long sword and slashed the long sword on the neck of another big horned beast.

"What a sword!" Maranur shouted as he watched the big horned beast with its head fly back and retract 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 that compressed the wave of chaos. The leaf hammer and long sword kept rising and falling, and the cold weapons shattered the beastman's body into pieces.

Darkus's shield received a huge impact, and he almost lost his shield. 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 swing 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 his mouth. He ignored it and turned his attention to the twisted monster pulling his leg, but Walter scored twice. Use the leaf hammer to deal with this twisted monster again.

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 in the inner and outer cities were filled with a group of bare-chested beastmen, their chests and arms stained with blood. They brandished bloody axes and clusters of druchi heads, dripping with fresh blood. Coran and Kira, who were standing on the city wall, could only hear the chanting in their throats, interspersed with the powerful rhythm of the drums.

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

"If they want to use a little torture to break our will, then they are in 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. .

The combat hydras, under the command of Larkas, 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, and some fearful spearmen threw their spears aside, climbing on each other, stumbling 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. Druchi, 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 Druchi officer lay face down on the road, a pool of dark blood pouring from his slashed throat. A sword with a jeweled hilt was held tightly in his hand, and Sovereigns were scattered around him from his tattered purse. It was more wealth than most of the humble Druchi would ever see in a lifetime, but no one would give it a second glance at this point.

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

In the squares of the inner and outer cities, Druchi were divided into groups of eight, kneeling in specific positions and forming a rough circle.

Several screaming shamans wearing brass tokens and skull necklaces appeared, each carrying a wide brass bowl and a long-bristle brush. Savage shouts and barks filled the air as they dipped their brushes into gleaming bowls and began to trace an intricate symbol on the square's stones.

While the Shrieking Shaman was in action, Korran was keenly aware of a dark-robed figure approaching the edge of the square. This figure was neither a beastman nor a bulky Yankee. He immediately recognized that it should be Malus's 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.

"My lord, there is no chance. You can't hit them directly, nor can you 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. The wave of chaos retreated along the ladder and turned 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 hulking 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 bound with brass chains. With. His head rose to the beat 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 covered 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 spat out a string of obscure words, causing the gathered Druchi to writhe in fear and pain. Invisible energy waves emanated from her body, distorting the air around her.

"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 .

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

Roaring in rage, the beastmen raised their axes, turned on the helpless druchis, and hacked them to pieces in a wild orgy.

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 swelled, his back arching in agony, his muscles bulging until the skin cracked like an overcooked sausage, revealing the flesh and blood within. The skin of his face fell away from his dripping and screaming skull, 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's victims in the square, and energy coalesced 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.

Druch, who was manipulating the Reaper Ballista, screamed in terror and poured firepower at the Demon Prince. The Demon Prince, who was halfway 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 dumbly at the Demon Prince who was about to fly to 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?" Zakhan 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 the fate of Nagalia's failure. I suggest that you'd better 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 crossbows on the inner city were still attacking, aiming at this terrifying winged creature and constantly pouring 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!"