Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 509 360. My old buddy

After nine consecutive explosions in the past few days, the Stefan Franz Academy became dilapidated. The academy and the walls of Altdorf suffered huge damage, with incomplete stones and bricks scattered on the ground. The originally magnificent new buildings now only have fragmented remains, forming a broken barrier. The culture and knowledge of the past seem to have disappeared with the impact of the explosion and the advent of war.

The city wall collapsed in the explosion, forming a breach in the defense line. This became the focus of the battle. Altdorf's troops continued to move here to resist the imminent attack of the army of the dead. The area around the college has been turned into temporary barricades and fortifications. The soldiers hurriedly built wooden fences and used the stones originally used to build the city wall to build a simple defense line. The whole scene is filled with the dullness of ruins and the bitterness of rubble, as well as the tension before war.

The soldiers were silent, turning a deaf ear to the shouts and blessings of Priest Sigmar. They all knew what happened on the city wall not long ago. They were trapped in their own thoughts. They were pessimistic about the war, but they also knew that this was an inevitable battle. They accepted it because they were soldiers, they were the living, and their families were still in the city of Altdorf. They had no reason to retreat. They not only wanted to die for their beliefs, but also died for their families, for Altdorf, and for the empire. .

The soldiers accepted this, they didn't think about tomorrow, they were soldiers, they obeyed orders, even those they knew would kill them, they were sure they would die here, or even become among the dead. a member of. Any battle will be accompanied by casualties, people will die while they are alive, and no one is immune to the slashing of swords and the impact of arrows. As they wiped their weapons, they tried their best to clear their minds and try to focus on listening to the prayers of the Sigmar priests.

All the soldiers who listened to the prayers, gunfire and roars could do was wait. Various sounds appeared in their ears and disturbed their nerves. The sounds on the battlefield were never beautiful, but all they could do was wait.

The battle broke out unexpectedly or unexpectedly. The battle cry was accompanied by the chopping sound of swords. The harsh sound was instilling fear in a group of enemies who had no sense of fear. More voices appeared on the battlefield. , shouts, horns, stamping, chopping, swearing, there are all kinds of sounds on the battlefield, except for the sound of steel clashing.

Because this battle is not a battle that the soldiers have experienced before. Their opponents are not soldiers from other realms of the empire, nor are they Bretonnians on the other side of the gray mountains, nor are they beasts and greenskins wearing tattered steel. , swords and spears danced in the darkness, swinging towards the body of the deceased, who was grabbing at them randomly.

The dead stumble forward, the living stumble backward. The soldiers fought desperately to avoid the outstretched arms of the dead and their suffocating embrace. As the dead came, their feet became muddy and dodge became almost impossible. They staggered and struggled to avoid the death embrace, their movements seeming to imitate the army of the dead, trying to keep their balance and move forward as they attacked.

The living stumble forward, the dead stumble backward. The soldiers resisted desperately and stabbed the dead with their swords, but no matter how hard they fought, the dead still came to them like a tide. The dead were not afraid and did not care about their own safety, because the dead were already dead.

Hans and Otto fought side by side. They were both experienced witch hunters, but now they stood in the queue of the provincial army, acting as the fulcrum of the provincial army and providing support to the provincial army.

The Provincial Army is the backbone of the empire, just like the Druchi's classic standing army of Dreadspearmen, Blacksharp Crossbowmen, Dark Swordsmen, and Reaper Ballistas. They are full-time soldiers who are recruited, ready to respond to the call of various wars. In addition to serving as a standing army to defend against enemy attacks, this group also served as city guards, firefighters, and law enforcers.

Most of the time, the provincial army will conduct military drills or practice various weapons amidst the roars of non-commissioned officers and veterans. Each region of the empire has its own provincial army, but they usually do not fight together and protect each other, and when they go to the battlefield, they are often supported by various other troops to protect their flanks and provide various combat support.

Because now is the era of the three emperors of the empire, the provincial armies belonging to each province will fight each other, fighting for the emperors, empresses, and electors they support and pay their salaries. Cooperation and fighting side by side will have to wait hundreds of years. Halberdiers, spearmen, swordsmen, crossbowmen and musketeers were all part of the provincial army. As for the hunters and free militia groups, they are the second level of the provincial army and belong to the militia sequence.

Hans, who had entered an old age, subconsciously bent down. Although he was old, his rich experience was still there. The moment he bent down, he pierced the sword into the woman's belly. The woman could no longer be called. Because of a woman, half of the woman's face had been eaten clean. If it hadn't been for the last dignity after death, he wouldn't have been able to recognize that the person standing in front of him had ever been a woman.

Hans twisted the sword from side to side hard, pierced deeply into the woman's spine, and then stirred hard. With rich experience, he knew that only in this way could he restrict the movement of the deceased and truly kill the deceased. The moment he pulled out the sword, the woman couldn't support her body and fell to the ground, but the dead woman did not die immediately. Once, the woman lying on the ground stretched out her claws to try to grab him and grabbed his feet.

The woman's claws grabbed Otto's feet and almost pulled Otto down. Amidst Hans's shouts, Otto steadied himself. Then Hans's sword cut her wrist open and kicked her severed hand away. However, the battle was not over. Soon a zombie appeared. The zombie stepped on her twisting body and rushed towards Hans. Come.

Otto, who stabilized his body, did not thank him. Hans had saved him more than once, and he had saved Otto more than once. In the past, he might have said something, but now...he He felt old, his breathing was like a bellows, every breath brought an unbearable burning sensation to his lungs, and his wrists and tiger's mouth kept shaking due to the attack.

The number of the dead is overwhelming. The dead are either crawling or walking staggeringly, grabbing at the living. It seems that there is an extreme hatred in them. They hate that they are dead, and they hate that they are dying. They stood up again, hating the living people standing before them. They are like a tsunami, a tide, a wave, an undeniable, unquestionable force whose presence transcends the boundaries of nature.

The dead are ruthless and deadly. They don't need any weapons. Their claws and teeth are weapons. They will pounce on the frightened living and push them down in the mud. They swarm up and tear them apart with their claws and teeth. Biting the struggling living, tearing at the living's body, until they peeled the living's soul from the living's body.

This is more like a massacre than a battle. The living people surrounding Stephen Franz Academy are like a lonely boat in the sea. No one knows when it will capsize. When long-range weapons fight against the dead, It doesn't have much effect, and the deceased doesn't feel pain. The army of the dead kept coming like a cold tide, and they almost turned a deaf ear to long-range attacks such as bullets and crossbows. Even if they are shot, they will move forward tenaciously until they fall completely.

The cannon batteries on the city wall were focused on dealing with the slowly approaching siege tower. When the Army of the Dead was adjusting its deployment, Altdorf's army was also adjusting. All the mortars that Altdorf could pull out were concentrated in He entered Dongcheng District and became the last weapon to protect the city wall.

The artillery crew stood on the city wall amidst the commotion, the huge muzzle of the cannon pointed at the siege tower in the distance, waiting for the gunner commander's instructions, and the gunner commander's arm was always raised high, he was waiting, waiting for the opportunity. advent. As the order was conveyed and the arm was lowered, the smell of black powder quickly spread, sparks flickered in the dark night, and the cannon roared. Other artillery groups also fired shells, and rounds of shells roared out.

The bone structure on the siege tower trembled under the impact of the cannonballs, and broken bones scattered everywhere. The siege tower of the Army of the Dead was forced to stand still, while the artillery crews on the city wall were preparing for the next round of shooting in an orderly manner.

Hans and Otto, who were fighting, recognized the ugly reptiles in front of them. The ghouls were once humans like them. Later, the ghouls fell into the abyss and became cannibals who loved corpses.

The ghoul has only a little bit of sanity, and his skin is dirty and has a sickly khaki color. His eyes were full of fierceness and madness, and his twisted lips revealed sharp teeth, dripping with disgusting saliva. The remaining reason allowed them to pluck some rags from the dead body to cover the body, using weapons picked up from the body, and at most doing some rough processing. But weapons are not important to them. Their sharp long claws are enough to easily kill the enemy. Their claws are covered with the filth and carrion in the tomb. Even if they only receive a little flesh injury, the injured person will be infected with the disease. A strange plague and ultimately death.

When the living stumbled backwards, the ghouls that appeared began to gnaw at the corpses. Their claws peeled off the skin of the corpses cleanly and devoured the fleshy parts and internal organs. They didn't care who the things in their mouths belonged to. , they just want to eat.

Hans resisted the sharp claw that almost took out his eyes. Otto took this opportunity to cut off the ghoul's head. After blocking, he turned the sword again and thrust the sword into Otto's body. Hold the zombie's throat. He took a look at the zombie and found that the zombie was a woman. Her once beautiful blond hair was now stained with blood, and her knotted hair was stuck to her originally beautiful face. The woman's eyes were gone and her eye sockets were empty. He could clearly see the marks where the woman had been sutured with needle and thread by Pastor Moore after her death.

The zombie who was stabbed in the throat by a long sword did not stop. This kind of existence that is fatal to the living is not painful or itchy. It rushed towards Hans with the sword in its open arms. Wanting to hug Hans, Hans tried to twist the sword and let the sword cut off the spine on his neck, but it was too fast. It almost used all its strength to pounce on Hans, and its hair It stuck to Hans' face.

Hans was knocked down. He looked at the terrifying face behind the woman's hair and screamed. He straightened his body and tried to push the woman away. Otto next to him also came after cutting down a zombie. Helping him, eventually the woman stood up. The woman who was struggling desperately grabbed the sword on her throat and tried to pull out his sword. After being pulled up by Otto, he cursed and rushed towards the woman. His fist fell on the woman's face. He kept swinging When he punched the woman, he felt like a butcher in Dongcheng District. He kept beating a piece of meat, and finally the woman fell down again.

However, the woman still held on to Hans's sword, even though the blade of the sword had cut off her fingers, she still kept holding on.

Hans, who was about to take the sword, hit it with his elbow before he could take it. After the woman fell down again, an opening appeared. Two zombies rushed towards him, and his elbow hit the zombie's face. There was a clicking sound, and the cartilage on the zombie's nose was shattered by him, and black blood spattered. The zombie kept retreating under this huge force. The moment the second zombie pounced on him, he grabbed the hilt of the sword. However, before he could draw out his sword, Otto turned around again and chopped down the zombie.

"You're old, work..." Otto took advantage of this opportunity, took a deep breath and taunted, then took another big breath and slashed the sword towards the nearly endless zombies.

Hans responded to Otto without words, but laughed loudly. His laughter lasted only a moment, and then he coughed violently. Coughing, he looked ahead. More zombies filled the vacancies left by the fallen dead, as if there was no end. What's worse is that around him, the soldiers who were fighting side by side with him before rose up again after death. The soldiers joined the ranks of the dead and launched attacks on their former comrades and partners, and on the living.

The resurrected dead picked up the weapons of their lives, and they rushed towards the living armed with swords, shields and spears. What was more terrifying than this was that Hans saw a terrifying silhouette. Hans knew that they were in trouble. A looming shadow appeared. The shadow's light claws passed between the bodies and souls of the living, and the cold shock Scratching the soldier's body and freezing the soldier's soul, the soldier's eyes showed endless fear, and then he collapsed to the ground helplessly.

Shouting was meaningless. This kind of warning sound had no effect amidst the sounds of slaughter and eating, but Hans still wanted to do something. After cutting down a zombie again, he locked his gaze not far away from him. of Sigmar Priest. He and Otto were like an isolated island resisting the waves, while the Sigma Priest was another isolated island not far away. After singing the sacred hymn, the Sigma Priest's hammer was blessed, and the heavily armored Sigma Priest waved it with The flaming hammer hits the zombies. As a hunter, a member of the Silver Hammer Knights, and a believer in Sigma, he knew how to deal with that terrifying silhouette.

"Paul! Paul!" Panting Hans shouted, attracting the attention of Priest Sigma. Priest Sigma looked at him after smashing the ghoul's head. He then pointed at the silhouette and shouted, " Soul Flame!"

"For Sigma!" Paul looked at where Hans was pointing, and saw a spirit binding that existed in the Nightmare Realm, constantly harvesting the lives of the soldiers. Like Hans, he knew what it was. , he swung the hammer again and knocked over the zombies, then roared angrily and rushed towards the spirit binding.

Existences such as wraiths and zombies are extremely troublesome for humans. Their existence is a terrifying and ruthless mockery of life. They are ghost creatures with half-open eyes, and they are also devils and entities that linger in the dreams of mortals. They have no form and cannot be hurt by axes, swords or hammers...

The Roaring Priest of Sigmar bursts with flames. When the might of Sigmar is called upon to strike down the enemies of the Empire, a ball of divine fire will erupt like a shock wave, igniting targets with the characteristics of undead and demonic creatures. The spirit binding that was rushing towards him was ignited without any surprise. In the blazing flames, the spirit binding that could not bear the erosion of the sacred power let out a heart-rending howl.

The body of the bound spirit began to collapse, like smoke blown away by the wind. Even such an evil and terrifying existence could only be helpless in the face of the divine power. Priest Sigmar watched this scene coldly. His faith turned into a ruthless flame, destroying all evil, but he could not destroy all evil. After the flames were extinguished, the endless army of the dead came again.

Hans was still fighting. After he shouted to Paul, he didn't even look again, because he knew that Paul would deal with that existence. He stumbled and chopped at the stumbling zombies. After killing a zombie, he slashed again. Killed a ghoul until he brought his sword down to Otto's neck. In the endless battle, Otto died. In his opinion, Otto was happy because he was still alive. Being alive, he could ensure that the dead Otto would never get up again. This was what he could do for Otto. The last thing.

"Take care, my old man." Hans murmured as he cut off Otto's head. After doing all this, he was unusually calm. He had no anger, no frustration, and no mood swings. When he and Otto chose As you stand here, the outcome is already determined. In terms of emotions, he actually still had some. He was a little disappointed that he did not die in front of Otto. He knew that More would not help him. He didn't know what would happen after his death.

Hans, who did not let up, kept fighting until a dire wolf bit his calf while he was turning around. The dire wolf dragged the exhausted man down to the muddy ground full of blood and various tissues. . When he tried to get up, he was knocked down by a huge force. He could no longer hold the long sword in his hand and flew out. When his face was slammed into the mud, he tasted the mud and blood. He squinted his eyelids that were covered with mud and blood. He saw his long sword, but his hand could not reach the long sword. .

Just as Hans' hand was about to touch the sword, a heavy foot stepped on his back, pressing his body into the dirt. This sudden pressure made him feel as if a mountain was pressing on him and he couldn't breathe. He felt the weight of his feet on his back, and the mud soaked into his clothes, making it impossible for him to break free. The long sword in front of him was like an out-of-reach dream, beyond his reach, and an indescribable feeling spread in his heart.

Hans tried to put away the feeling in his mind and struggled hard, but his feet seemed to be made of iron. He could feel the cold earth seeping into his flesh, making his body feel stiff and weak.

"Oh my God! Let me take a closer look. Isn't that who it is? Who is it? Give me some time, I have to think carefully."

A mocking voice sounded in Hans' ears, and he was stunned as he was struggling. The voice was like a sharp knife, cutting through his soul. The voice was very familiar, but at the same time it had some strange changes that made it difficult for him to understand.

"Oh, I remember, Hans! But you look like you're in some trouble now."

The mocking voice sounded again, full of sarcasm and arrogance. Hans squirmed under the weight of his feet, craning his neck and trying to open his eyes to see who had made the noise.

"Do you think you can escape from the past? There is no use in escaping. Your fate has already been determined."

The sound sounded again, and Hans felt as if the whole world was laughing at his weakness. When he opened his eyes, he finally saw clearly who made the sound. It was his former friend, Jon Skyland.

"This is impossible! You are not Jon Skyland, he has been dead a long time ago!" Hans remembered everything after seeing Jon Skyland's ferocious face, but he did not think that what he saw in front of him It's Jon, because Jon is dead. What appeared before him now was a soulless, heartless and dead thing, merely clad in Jon's bloodless body. The existence in front of him may have Jon's memory and Jon's appearance, but it is definitely not Jon, let alone his friend, more like a wolf.

"My friend, although I haven't seen you for a long time, it's time for you to die like a man." Jon Skyland kicked Hans and said, grinning his teeth stained with blood after eating. After he finished speaking, he glanced at Paul, whose bodies were separated not far away, and his eyes were filled with anger.

"You are not my friend, not anymore! Not even eighteen years ago!" Hans roared angrily.

"As you wish, get up, you reek of fear all over your body, you simply stink, Hans!"

When Hans struggled to stand up, the equally angry Jon Skyland kicked him. He fell down again, kissing the blood-filled soil. Just as he stood up again with his hands on his body, Jon again Kicking him to the ground, he lay exhausted in the mud. Around him, the battle continued, but a vacuum formed between him and Jon and the surrounding things, as if there was a stand, covering all the screams, dying sounds, and wailing sounds.

"Then let this end!" Hans, who was lying on the ground unable to get up, gasped and turned his head to look at Jon Skyland, who was looking down at him and said.

"No need! Take my hand and join us. Even though you've grown old, I still need you, just like I did before. A bloody kiss will set you free, believe me, old man. You too You know, eighteen years ago, my life was filled with trivial revenge, and everything I had was exhausted.

It was Vlad who freed me from my chains, and now I have death flowing in my veins instead of blood. I don't have any weaknesses because I'm a vampire and I'm eternal! I'm not afraid of anything, it's a gift, a great gift! "Jon Skylan walked to Hans' side. He knelt down and said slowly to Hans.

"You were once a witch hunter, and you were also a member of the Knights of the Silver Hammer. You know this is a curse! Not a blessing, you know! This is an abomination, and everything is rejecting you. Existence, you are no longer the same person you once were. Jon! You will die, you are just like the monsters you killed, do you still remember them? Do you remember what they look like? Now, you How does it feel to be like them? Instead of killing the beast, you become the beast. How ironic, how sad, Jon!"

"I am not who I used to be. I am eternal and immortal, but I don't think I am a beast. When you turn to dust, I will be here. I will be here to witness the rise and fall of empires, because I am immortal. Of!" Jon Skylan showed his sharp fangs, his face was twisted, burning with anger, and he sneered.

"Do you remember who you were? Have you forgotten our training and our obligations? Have you forgotten that there are countless ways for you to die? Wake up, Jon, and when you die, Your soul will be judged in the realm of Maul, and then... you will undergo eternal torment.

So... Jon, save your life and live in fear of the terrible judgment. "Hans turned over and looked at the dark sky, feeling the air entering his lungs. Perhaps this was the last thing he could feel. He breathed in big mouths, breathed greedily, and tasted the stench. and iron-smelling air, and a moment later he responded to Jon Skyland.

After finishing speaking, Hans reached into his chest and took out a silver pendant and a necklace with the Hammer of Sigmar. This is a symbol of his becoming a member of the Knights of the Silverhammer and becoming a witch hunter. He has it, the recently deceased Otto has it, and Jon Skyland has it too.

"You and your poor Sigmar! Like animals, you ignorant fool! Do you know what I went through? When I needed Sigmar, Sigmar didn't respond to me. Where is He? I was so dedicated to Him, But what did I get in exchange for that?! To me, you are just beasts, beasts!" Jon Skylan's twisted face showed an expression of disgust. He took a step back and faced Han Si spat out blood-laced saliva and roared.

"What are you waiting for? Eat it, old man, eat it, friend. Damn it, this is my throat, I'm handing it to you now, drink! Drink the damn blood, drink! Just like you did to Fei Scheer like that!" Hans, who was lying on the ground, clutching the silver pendant, raised his head provocatively, and roared in response to Jon Skyland. He knew that he would lose his life, but he would not lose his soul.

"You should join me, my friend, but it's too late now." Jon Skyland looked at Jon for a moment, and then looked at the group of living beings who were joining the battle. He knew that their offensive would be temporarily defeated. After retreating, he squatted beside Hans and said to Hans.

"So be it! This is what I said to my former old buddy, not..."

Before Hans could finish speaking, Jon Skyland bit Hans' neck with his fangs, greedily sucking the blood from Hans' body. Hans's body twitched violently, and with the departure of life, his stiff body became weak and limp, but the hand that tightly grasped the silver pendant never let go. He continued to suck, sucking up every drop of blood from Hans' body, greedily swallowing every drop of the thick and warm liquid.

In the distance, giant swordsmen and Morr Black Guards holding giant swords with both hands joined the fighting team. At the same time, the dwarf warriors composed of the dwarves of the Altdorf Empire formed a tight formation and shuttled through the fortifications of the city wall.

Under the cover of day and night, the melee on the city wall of Dongcheng District became more intense. In order to defend their homeland, the living fought desperately against the dead, and the breath of death filled the air.

At this time, Darkus was standing by the street, watching the Rick guards being mobilized.