Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 508 359. Surrounding the Second Tower

Although Darkus is very thoughtful, some things are not like what he thinks. He can do whatever he wants. Not to mention the flares, he didn't even see the dwarf's face, let alone: ​​Hey! Dwarf, show the dwarf the ancient version of Khazalid he learned from Malekith. According to the human gang members, the dwarves from the North City District went to the Dongcheng District after cleaning up the zombies and skeletons in the Moore Garden with the elves and humans in the morning.

After climbing the city wall, Darkus looked around and saw only a chaotic scene. Some bewildered human guards were running back and forth on the city wall like headless flies, seemingly at a loss to deal with the army of the dead. . The soldiers' eyes were filled with fear, but some were filled with determination.

The team operating the cannon was loading gunpowder and shells under the orderly command of the officer. Darkus stood far away from the cannon because he was worried about exploding the chamber. He watched the soldiers diligently cleaning the cannon bores with vortex rods and things similar to wet sponges, watched the soldiers load gunpowder into the cannon bores, watched the soldiers load cannon shells, and watched the soldiers shout and push the abdicated cannon into the gun emplacement.

The shells roared as the fuse was ignited and the soldiers moved away from the cannon. The smell of black powder filled the air, and then it disappeared, and the soldiers began to cycle back and forth under the command of the officers.

After stopping and looking at it for a moment, Darkus thought that the cannon batteries guarding the city wall were very well organized. A set of procedures were as smooth as water, and they were very smooth. They were the same as what he had seen at the Stephen Franz Academy a few days ago. The difference is that there is no lag or strain at all. The normal salary and training amount are definitely enough. As one of the three pillars of the empire, steel, gunpowder and faith, it is the guarantee of the cornerstone of the empire, even though it is the period of the Three Emperors of Chaos.

Then, Darkus looked out of the city along the gaps in the battlements. He didn't see a scene where a cannon blasted for dozens of miles, and the cannonballs rolled into the army of the dead, and the dead were all cleared away by the cannonballs. It was pitch black outside the city, but it wasn't that he couldn't see anything. It wasn't because he was an elf and had good night vision, but because the green light rising from the dense army of the dead was like a wolf in the night. Exuding an eerie light.

Darkus didn't feel any chill. He had been in this world for a long time and he had seen scenes bigger than this. On the contrary, he has a kind of trypophobia, because he knows that every pair of green eyes represents a dead person, and the endless below is like a sea of ​​green light.

The dead formed a vast scene in the dark night, like a gathering of souls swallowed by darkness. In the darkness, these dim lights flicker in the night, like cold wolves, revealing an endless indifference and dead silence, seeming to announce that the nightmare in the night is about to begin, as if the army of the dead is already waiting to devour everything in the night. opportunity.

After watching for a while, Darkos's eyes adapted to the dark scene. As the cannons on the city wall roared again, iron bullets roared out, crossing the abyss of the night and heading straight towards the dense array of the army of the dead. He could clearly see that one of the dense green eyes was extinguished in a gradient pattern. This obvious change seemed like Tetris or Matcha.

Nothing bloomed like fireworks, exploding in the array of the army of the dead, with a splash of flames and debris, reducing some of the dead to ashes. To put it bluntly, a cannon is a muzzleloader loaded with black powder and solid iron bullets. Solid iron bullets will not explode.

"Look over there, they are moving." Maranur, with a solemn expression, leaned next to Darkus and pointed in one direction and said softly.

Darkus saw the direction his brother pointed at the beginning. Under the day and night, the water of the Talabek River showed a deep darkness. Although it was dark night, there was no moon, and there was no moon shining on the river. Reflecting a faint wave of light. In the deep darkness, a bridge of green light connected the east and south outside the city of Altdorf. Some obvious giant objects blocked some of the green light, forming an outline. He estimated that it should be the corpse transporter. Vehicles or siege engines.

"Dongcheng District." Darkus made a decisive decision without thinking or pondering. He knew that although Vlad was a warrior, his level was just that, and he would definitely not be able to compare with Abhorash. To be precise, Vlad is more like a commander, an experienced commander, rather than a charging general. Vlad fought in Khemri's army in the north and south in his early years, and then commanded the armies of Lahmia and Nagash. In the era of von Carstein, he commanded the army of Sylvania to conquer the empire.

Darkus believed that Vlad adopted a typical siege tactic, besieging three buildings and one. The northern city area where he was located was not attacked, and the army of the dead showed no signs of attacking. It was more like a simple siege. But this may be just an appearance. When he came to Altdorf, he entered through the north gate. He knew the environment outside. If he were Vlad, he could make the environment outside the city muddy and turn it into a place where the cavalry could not Charge environment.

As long as the cavalry in the city rush out from the north gate, that is, they just rush out. The army of the dead waiting outside the north city area will surround the cavalry, making it impossible for the cavalry to advance or retreat. Perhaps there is no need to send out blood knights, the dead and necromancers can deal with the cavalry.

If Darkus is Vlad, he will focus on the East City District. The wall near Stephen Franz College collapsed a few days ago. It has not been properly repaired yet, and the walls over there have collapsed. The fire projection surface of the city wall is narrow, which is more suitable for mincing meat.

The characteristics of the army of the dead are very suitable for mincing meat. As long as those vampire casters and necromancers are killed, the army of the dead will collapse. Although the theory is like this, the reality is not like this. This is not playing a game, and there is no perspective overlooking the entire battlefield.

Everyone knows where the key nodes of the Army of the Dead are. The key is that the nodes themselves know that they will not attack humans with staffs and swords unless necessary. They will hide in the darkness, hide themselves, and protect themselves. When the meat is being minced in front, they will pull up the newly dead humans and devote themselves to the attack on the living.

Darkus, who has watched some zombie movies, can picture the next scene in his mind. Endless dead pouring in from the gaps in the East City District, like a tide. Humans and dwarves are struggling to resist. Not only do they have to fight with Fighting with the dead, and fighting with comrades and relatives who have died. In the continuous attacks of the dead, the gap in Dongcheng District was finally lost. The residents of Dongcheng District were massacred by the dead, and then joined the camp of the dead. It was like a snowball with no solution.

After the Dead occupied the East City District, the four bridges connecting the North City District and the South City District to the East City District were like reminders. It was only a matter of time before Altdorf fell. Even if the nobles of Reikland organized their own armies to rush to aid Altdorf, it would be of no avail. Maybe Vlad will come to help.

From a strategic perspective, Altdorf, which is located at the three forks of the Reik River and the Talabek River, is like the Huai River. To defend the river, you must defend the Huai River. The loss of Altdorf means that the fulcrum of the Reik Territory is gone. The Bogen River, the Grönberg Canal, the Tefel River, the Wörbergland Canal and the Weisbock Canal, these rivers that play an important role in transportation and trade, have little strategic value, and Vlad did not even want them. Through shipbuilding and strategic detours, the army of the dead occupying Altdorf only needs to march out from the south gate of Altdorf after replenishing its troops, and drive southward straight into Reikland, pushing all the way.

At that time, Reikland will be like the political power south of the Yangtze River, highlighting an unsolvable and unimaginable picture. The vast population of Reikland will become the source of soldiers for the army of the dead, and then the entire empire will be affected.

Darkus had to sigh, but he didn't sigh at Vlad. In his opinion, that was all. What he lamented was that the trio of Tzeentch and Altdorf, one after another, were continued, foreshadowing and foreshadowing, and finally came to fruition and ushered in the climax. If Vlad had come a few days late, or if he had left early, it was very likely that what he expected would happen.

Of course, it is also possible that Vlad died in Altdorf, but this probability is very small. After all, the resurrection ring is still in Vlad's hand. Darkus did not recognize that William III still had three days to meditate. He I don’t think Sigma will call William III, and the immortal will caress my head, and I will be blessed with immortality. As for the core of what Manfred told William III about Vlad...may Vlad bless Manfred.

"Over there, Dongcheng District." Maranur's voice appeared in Dacus's ears. He no longer needed Maranur's guidance. He saw burning skeletons reappearing in the sky above Dongcheng District. , those skeletons either smashed into Dongcheng District or hit the walls of Dongcheng District. He could only see this from his position. If he guessed correctly, siege towers and the like were about to be mounted, and a brutal meat-crushing battle began around the gap in the city wall.

The cannon not far away from Darkus opened fire again. When he heard the sound of the cannon, he couldn't help but shake his head. Some things were cruel, even though the gun crews were fighting hard to maximize the effects of daily training. , but the role it can play is minimal.

The Beicheng District is destined not to be a place that the Army of the Dead takes care of. Although the cannon fires iron bullets and has no explosive effect when it falls in the Army of the Dead, the moment it fires it will produce a fire, which is like a target in the dark, waiting for the Necromancer After the dispatch is completed, what is waiting for the cannon crew will be... However, this is what happens. The cannon crew may know its fate, but the cannon cannot stop and must keep firing, as long as the defenders on the city wall and the residents of the northern city can hear it. The sound of cannons tells you that there is still fighting here, that it has not been given up yet, and that there is still hope.

"Go back, there is nothing left to see." Apart from the fire of artillery fire in Dongcheng District and the burning skeletons of the Army of the Dead's trebuchets, Darkus saw nothing. He didn't have any flares, and the flares were not that magical. It is so magical that you can see the entire battlefield, all the opponent's troops and layout, as well as the attributes of the lords and heroes who appear. Although there were no flares and full field of view, the caster beside him could also do it. However, he didn't want to be exposed too early. It was like left foot and right foot now. After observing for a while, he made a decision.

"The situation is like this now. Let's talk about what you think." Darkus, who returned to the forest home, did not sit on a chair, but walked around the elves sitting at the long table. There was a huge map of Altdorf, with all kinds of streets and messy representations. The map was kindly provided by Gilead. While talking, he stopped behind Asanok and walked to Asanok. Behind his back, he put his hand on Asanok's shoulder and continued, "You are the eldest among us, so you should come first."

"Although I have been in this land under my feet for a long time, it was a long time ago. Col Varnas was not what it is now, nor was it as big as it is now, and it is not as big as it is now. Dwarf, my experience will not be of any importance now.

But...can I talk about politics? As you just said, we have many choices, and no matter what choice we make, we must proceed from a political point of view. So... Darkus, what are your political interests? "After Asanok heard the word older, a joking smile broke out on his strong and thin face. After the smile, his expression became solemn again, and then he said slowly.

"Prepare for the return of the elves to Elsin Alvin in a hundred years! Everyone, listen up, it's the elves! Not Druch, not Asul, not Enil, nor Aslay, it's the elves! Elf! Just like the golden age!" Darkus did not hide his ambition. Besides, it seemed that there was nothing to hide. He said it bluntly.

The elves present were not shocked by the words of Darkus returning to Elsin Alvin. They were not idiots either. Every step Darkworth took was foreshadowed. No matter how stupid they were, they should have thought of it. Besides, they are not stupid. Instead, they began to think about the elves and the golden age that Darkus said. Just like what Darkus said, the elves in the Golden Age were elves. There were not so many subdivisions. At most, they or their ancestors came from Osu. Which kingdom is An? They sensitively captured one word: unity.

"I think we should make it a little louder? But it can't be like this at the beginning, just like the song doesn't reach a climax at the beginning." Tolandir said after thinking for a moment.

"I agree with him."

Darkus stopped talking after he started. He was pacing and rubbing his chin while listening to the words of the elves. The voices of the elves were low and clear, full of wisdom and experience. In fact, he had already thought about it, but he still wanted to hear the opinions of the elves, which was crucial to him. In his opinion, these elves are either his relatives, friends, or his subordinates. This is a very good opportunity for him to make an evaluation and subsequent adjustments.

Moreover, the elves also need such a way to vent and show themselves. Although it is still essentially a one-word speech, it seems that it should at least be democratic and create an atmosphere of a meeting. After returning to Naggaros, all affairs will be in full swing. At that time, these experienced elves will serve as decision-makers in various departments and directions. Darkus wants to train some talents, but he doesn't want to have everything in his hands. Apart from making people hate him, he can't do it. He doesn't want to lie on the table all day long dealing with various affairs, but he must hold meetings. It is inevitable.

Finally, Maranur concluded. The words he said were similar to what his brother had been thinking about before, to let humans remember the elves, who saved humans. After confirming Darkus' strategic decision, the elves began to study tactics.

"I met some people when I was in Middenheim, and one of them told me that there are also her companions in Altdorf, sir?"

"Go and visit." Darkus nodded after hearing what Ren said. He knew what Ren was talking about. When Ren was in Middenheim, he knew a female vampire from the Lamia family. The vampire's dead Taoist friend was not dead and Ping Tao told Renn about Aldolf's so-called companion. They haven't visited Altdorf since they arrived. Maybe they should go there. He wanted to know the reality of the army of the dead. After he finished speaking, he looked at Genevieve, Huangqi Shadow Hunter and Huang Qiying who were sitting in the corner. Kane's assassins then said, "You go too."

"There is a shadow spell that can observe the opponent's reality, but..." Colonia suggested.

"However, if the other party has an equal existence and will be discovered, then we may be exposed in advance. Maybe... we have been exposed?" Drusala added.

"I don't think we were exposed. If we were really exposed, why would the other side attack Altdorf when we were there?"

In meetings, quarrels, like talking nonsense, are also one of the necessary elements of meetings. The spellcasters started quarreling around the two issues of exposure and spells. Darkus ignored the quarrel and thought about it. He didn't think they were exposed because he really couldn't imagine the reason why Vlad insisted on coming after knowing that Altdorf had such a powerful existence. That wasn't death plus death. Do you want to die? If you are tired of dying, why don't you want to die again?

"Do you need us to guide the wind of Hexi out of the mirror pool?" Liv did not participate in the argument. She had not expressed any opinions before, but kept thinking. At this moment, she opened her eyes and spoke with that spirit. He looked at the pacing Darkus and asked.

"It's too direct, too simple. Can you imagine that kind of scene? A sun appears in the dark night. Are you sure this won't scare humans?" Darkus shook his head with a smile, and then said jokingly.

Darkus' words indirectly stopped the quarrel. His words caused the elves to laugh. Even those warriors who did not know how to cast spells understood the meaning of releasing the wind of Hexi in the folded space. The elves last night But with the naked eye, I saw the seemingly endless wind of Hexi, which represented the end and hope.

"Can you contact Aijerese outside the city?"

"Sir, yes!" Hemara, who also did not participate in the quarrel, stood up, saluted to Darkus and said respectfully. She is a little uncomfortable with the current atmosphere. This kind of thing would never happen in Nagaros in the past. The Witch King's decision cannot be questioned, and the Witch King will not ask the opinions of other Druchi, including the Witch Queen, during the decision-making process.

But everything changed, after the hand of the Witch King appeared beside the Witch King, everything changed. Hemara was the closest Druki to the Witch King. She had been serving the Witch King for hundreds of years before the Witch King's Hand appeared. Of course, she could keenly catch the changes. She knew that the Witch King's Hand was not something she could offend. On the contrary, if she wanted to go further , maybe she should set her sights on the Witch King's Hand, just like Sirsis who once captured Malus with her.

"Knights of the Kingdom of Bretonnia, everyone here must have more or less understood that those Holy Grail knights who drank the Holy Grail rode the mixed-blood elven war horses left behind by the elves after they evacuated Elsin Alvin, and they were very powerful. .Although...I have not dealt with the vampires of Elsin Alvin, Genevieve once mentioned to me that there are very strong blood knights among vampires, and they are no worse than the Holy Grail Knights." Darkwu Si still nodded, and after thinking for a moment, he reluctantly said.

Darkus thought he could speak, but this sentence seemed extremely awkward and awkward. Genevieve never mentioned the Blood Knight to him at all. The trajectory of Genevieve’s life after her death was very strange, so strange that outside the system of the white-haired Haken in the Lustria continent, the one who was entrenched in Middenheim The Lahmian vampire was one of the few vampires Genevieve knew.

The reason also lies with Darkus. Originally, Genevieve was supposed to return to the old world after passing by the Lustria continent. As a result, he took Genevieve around the Lustria continent, and then returned to the old world. Went to Naggaroth. This has also caused Genevieve's social circle to change. In fact, strictly speaking, she is a vampire of the Lahmian family and belongs to the Neferata bloodline.

Genevieve, who was sitting in the corner, raised her head and glanced at Darkus with a surprised look. Before the elves turned to look at her, she lowered her head again, then raised her head and returned to normal. She knew that Darkus was talking nonsense. She knew about the Bretonnian knights because she was a Bretonnian. Her father served the court of the Kingdom of Palaon. She had heard of the Red Duke, but that was all. She Don't know about Blood Knight. She has never talked to Darkus, but she is not surprised, she is used to it.

The Blood Knights are the most feared cavalry in the Old World. Their training in life is greatly enhanced by the power of the vampire's curse and their extraordinary speed. They are nearly invulnerable and can survive a hail of bullets and arrows. They regard this as an honor and are not afraid of any powerful enemy. There is no doubt that they will be at the forefront of every battle between the armies of the dead. There are even rumors that even the legendary Holy Grail Knights of Bretonnia cannot stand up to the Blood Knights head-on.

In Darkus' understanding, the concept of Blood Knight is very broad, different from the Bretonnian system, and more like the Imperial Knights system. There is a general name for the knights of various groups: Imperial Knights, whether it is the Rick Guards or the White Wolf Knights, the knights of the Cheetah and the Flame Sun Knights are all Imperial Knights. The same is true for the Blood Knights, the Blood Dragon Knights, the Duncanhoff Templars, the Red Death Knights, these are all Blood Knights.

Forget about the Black Knight. The Black Knight is not a vampire. He belongs to the undead system. He is a high-level skeleton with a powerful soul and is subordinate to the Corpse King.

"The strongest knight? I want to collide with them!" Maranur said sinisterly with a ferocious expression. He had already understood the hidden meaning in his brother's words. Having served in the Ebon Claw, he believes that the Cold Lizard Dread Knight is the strongest knight in the world. He was, is and will be in the future. Those cousins ​​of the Silver Helm Knights, as well as the human Holy Grail Knights, various human knights, and the current Blood Knights are not worthy of licking the boots of the Ebony Claw. This is Druchi's pride, and this is the honor of serving the Witch King. This is the symbol of Krakarond.

Knight Hedge, death is inevitable, but as a warrior, you cannot be afraid of death. Besides, why did Ersin Alvin come here? There is no reason to be afraid of war. If the spirit is gone, the person will be useless. He wasn't afraid of risking his life against the Yankees in the Sea of ​​Claws, he wasn't afraid when he attacked the Chaos Warriors in Conquata, and he had no reason to be afraid when he encountered the Blood Knight.

Now that there is such a good opportunity, we must take a chance. Based on Dacus's understanding of Baine and the others, Baine and the others are very willing to lead the warriors of the order to fight against worthy opponents, just like Baine in Eta When pricking, just take Franais to find the big white lizard if you have nothing to do. This is an honor, but also a kind of growth. Only warriors who have been tempered by battle are real warriors, otherwise they are just martial arts masters coming and going in Nagarond. If he didn't give him this opportunity, then Bainie and the others, including his uncle who also came out of the Ebony Claw, would definitely have objections to him.

Darkus ignored the voices of the elves talking. He turned his attention to Otto, who was standing on Liv's shoulder. Otto, who felt his gaze, turned his head 180 degrees behind him. Uneasiness and fear flashed in those round eyes. He laughed out loud when he saw Otto's expression. He felt that Otto seemed to have guessed what he was going to do at that moment. He thought that Otto made this expression on purpose to show him.

Soon, Darkus gave up the idea, because there was no need. Since the strategy had been decided, there was no need to do things that had nothing to do with the strategy. After all, the reputation of that group was not very good in human society. Not to mention that he was wasting favors. , it seemed superfluous, and he didn't want the two to appear side by side in human records, just like his brother didn't want Malus to be compared with him. His idea was actually very simple. Before the southern city was surrounded, Otto should avoid the group of bats and go to the Dragon Castle in the south of Rick's territory.

"Continue to rest. We have nothing to do today. I will go to Nancheng District."

There was an atmosphere of death outside the city walls of Dongcheng District. Thousands of corpses were laid out on the damp ground, like a feast of terror. Each corpse was motionless, and their appearance in life seemed to be frozen in this gloomy field. The slack jaw, glowing green eyes, limbs stained with khaki soil, and bloody wounds formed a terrifying and horrifying picture that constantly stimulated the nerves of the human defenders.