Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 520 371. The wall-bumping ghost

Selire stood up from the saddle, assuming an independent posture. He stared at the skeletons marching in the distance through the gap in his helmet. He was sure that the skeletons that were lined up in a tight formation were different from the ones that shattered when touched. Army of the Dead. As the skeletons approached, he saw the whole thing clearly, a wall made of horse bones and rusty vests. He seemed to be able to see the faces of the skeletons smiling mockingly at him. He was not sure if this was true. , or his illusion.

After a while, Selire sat back on the big guy's back. When faced with the big guy's question, he didn't reply immediately. He was thinking. He didn't know what situation his next decision would bring the team to. He knew that Maranur was standing on the top of the city, waiting. He didn't want to mess up this good show, but he really didn't. Find that figure.

In that situation where the figure was indeed present but did not appear. There are two explanations for the situation at hand. There may be a problem with the coordination of the other party. If Selire was the enemy's commander, he would concentrate his forces and make the final decision, but now... In his nephew's words, this is a fueling tactic. He thinks this term is very clever because it is an extremely stupid tactic.

Another scenario is that this is a trap prepared for the elves. When the group of skeletons entangles the cold lizard war group, the deadly enemy will rush out at a fatal angle, causing a fatal blow to Selire's team. If that was the case, then the show would be so messed up that he wouldn't be able to explain it to his nephew afterwards. Maybe, his side will become a fueling tactic and a typical negative example.

"Prepare lances and spears!" Thoughts kept flashing through Selire's mind. Tens of thousands of thoughts lasted only a moment. After taking a deep breath, he looked at Asi who was waiting for him to give orders. Perun looked at the knights in the first row who were looking forward to it. When interruptions continued, he was disturbed. He thought his nephew's proverb was also very reasonable. He raised his arms and shouted an order.

Selire's order resounded across the battlefield, but it did not cause any noise or celebration. On the contrary, the knights obeyed the command silently. They hung their warhammers and swords on their saddles, and then took off their lances and spears, which were placed behind them. The tips of the lances and spears pointed directly at the sky. This is a kind of solemn preparation, a kind of tacit cooperation. There are no redundant words, only firm eyes and a posture ready to meet the challenge. Their actions were full of confidence and determination, as if to express their trust in Selire and their preparation for the coming battle.

"Attack! Crush them!" After seeing the knight beside him getting ready, Selire ordered loudly again.

The big guy roared in response to Selire's order, and then under its leadership, its kind rushed up with the little bean sprouts holding knights and spears high on their bodies. At first, he just moved forward slowly, as if a heavy torrent was gradually coming back. The vibration of each step made the earth tremble slightly, and earth and rocks splashed.

With the blessing of magic and the big guy's continuous roar, the cold lizards' movements became more rapid. The originally calm pace gradually turned into a fierce charge, and their speed became faster and faster. Their eyes flashed with wild light, and their teeth seemed to reveal a fierce smile, as if they were declaring to the world that they were unstoppable.

The movements of the cold lizards were like bolts of lightning, charging towards the enemy's line with destructive power, making the enemy feel the fear and despair coming from the abyss. But unfortunately, the characteristics of the enemy prevent it from feeling fear and despair.

An unstoppable impact unfolded. The knights, holding their spears and lances high, rushed toward the enemy with endless ferocity and fighting spirit. They wanted to trample the dead under their feet, and they wanted to become the rulers on the battlefield. By. The shaking became more violent, and they broke through the chaotic ranks of the army of the dead like flaming spears.

The big guy smashed into all the enemies that dared to stand in front of it. It continued to slaughter dozens of skeletons and corpses. It was as unstoppable as a sandstorm in the desert.

Selile, who was riding on the back of the big guy, never put down his lance. His eyes were always looking in the opposite direction. He saw a huge vacuum between the army of the dead and the wall of skulls. His sword was blocked by his helmet. There was a sneer on his face. The enemy's actions were just as he expected. The enemy was heading towards the road of self-destruction.

As a member of the Hell Calamity Family, Selire has a compassion that Druchi does not have, but he is now a warrior, a Druchi, and this emotion will not appear in him. Especially when facing the enemy on the opposite side, this is just an empty manifestation. All he has to do is crush the enemy. His cold lips were constantly grinning, and he smiled sarcastically while observing the enemy's deployment. He thought that the enemy was well prepared, but that was all. Although the enemy had fought against Enil, they had not dealt with the cold lizards. experience of.

Selire saw skeletons wearing tattered armor and holding weapons deployed on the flanks of the skeleton cavalry. There might also be a large number of skeletons deployed behind the skeleton cavalry, but he couldn't see behind the wall, but it didn't matter. Soon, he will see it. In his opinion, this tactic was quite satisfactory, and when executed, it was even more rude and terrible. It was truly an insult and a disgrace to both a soldier and a commander. When the battle is over, he will be very happy to teach the enemy's commander how to fight and how to control the soldiers.

"Raise the gun!" Selilei, who raised his arms, let out a terrible laugh, and his command echoed in the laughter. The moment his arm fell, he lowered the raised lance.

Asperon's fist holding the spear tightened, and he held the spear held flat under his arm. He raised his head slightly and looked at the sky. He found that he did not know when the sky appeared above his head. A dense fog. Countless bats plunged into the fog as they pounced on them, and then the bats disappeared, as if they had never appeared before. He knew that all this was caused by the sorceress in the formation.

After letting out a cruel laugh that only he could hear, Asperon turned his attention to the surroundings. He and his companions created an awe-inspiring spectacle. Proud and noble, the elves and the cold lizards were completely harmonious. Fused together to form a deadly whole. The opposite side is just a group of rotten cavalry. His heart is full of determination and confidence. He will crush the enemy under his feet with unparalleled combat power and restore calm to evil and blasphemy. He will show the invincibility of elves and cold lizards. Majestic, let the enemy know who is dominating the battlefield.

Enrich Moltke, he was a count and a nobleman of Nordland, but that was before. After his death, he did not find peace. On a terrifying night, he was resurrected by his former enemy, Delt Hesnitch. Now he is the corpse king. As he turned his eyes away from the majesty of the onslaught and stared at his decaying mass of cavalry, he felt a bitter resentment boil within him.

Following Enrich's roars and orders, the black knights pulled the reins of the terrifying skeleton mounts. When they charged, they showed a terrifying momentum. The skeleton mounts jumped with violent hooves and eyes. Shining with a cold light. Each skeleton mount is covered in heavy bone armor, and the bone blades and bone spurs are flashing with cold light, as if the sharp blade of death is shining in the light.

On both sides and behind the Black Knight, the Tomb Guards followed silently. They wore heavy armor and held heavy battle axes and spears. Their faces were covered by helmets, and no expression could be seen, only a look of coldness and decay.

The entire army was like a black tide, rushing forward ruthlessly, as if the messenger of death itself was about to bring endless destruction and oppression. Under their feet, the earth trembles, as if surrendering to them, foreshadowing the horror and destruction to come.

Enrich roared with sadistic anticipation, keeping its gaze on the faster and faster enemy, and he could now see the elf's bright coat and ornate helmet. He remembered that they were the fairies from Lauren Loren. He could smell the elves. While he was still alive, he hated those arrogant elves. Now, even after his death, he still hates it. His skeleton was constantly colliding, making intertwining sounds. He was shaking with excitement, imagining the coming massacre.

Asperon's fist holding the spear tightened, and he felt his heartbeat speed up. As the skeleton cavalry approached, he could clearly see the expressionless skeleton face, and the empty eye sockets seemed to flicker. Shining with cold light, it was the look of death, ruthless and merciless. He could see burning arrows passing over his head and shooting into the formation of the skeleton cavalry. The arrows penetrated the body of the skeleton cavalry and made a muffled sound, but it did not have much impact.

When Asperon realized that the attack was ineffective, he felt something was wrong, because he had fought side by side with Enil more than once and knew the power of these burning arrows. The next second, fire suddenly burst out on the arrow. His pupils shrank suddenly, and he realized what had happened. The powerful magical power contained in the arrows took effect, and the flames were as hot as the sun, burning the bones of the skeleton cavalry until they hissed, causing the skeletons to scream in agony.

Just as Asperon was watching, a second round of arrow rain passed over his head. The skeleton cavalry collapsed in the flames, and the bones were burned to ashes and turned into dust in the wind, as if they had never appeared before. Just like in this world.

The sudden rain of arrows disrupted the formation of the Black Knights, causing them to be in chaos during the charge. Just like the previous tactical arrangement, this short gap was enough for the Cavaliers to seize the opportunity. The third round of arrow rain passed over Asperon's head. Under the attack of the arrows, they gradually lost their consistent pace, their impact became messy, and they lost their previous deterrence.

However, the Black Knight did not stop charging because of the sudden attack. Both sides continued to charge to meet the coming attack. Asperon felt an irresistible pressure, as if Nisu was personally on the battlefield. He took a deep breath, gathered all his strength and courage, and prepared to face the coming impact. The sound of the charge was getting closer and closer, and the ground trembled under the feet of both sides, as if in salute to them.

A deafening roar, like the death cry of the mountains, sounded in the open space outside Altdorf. The two walls collided together. The knights calmly and decisively controlled the cold lizards, using their spears and lances to attack the already chaotic front of the skeleton knights. The potential and kinetic energy of the charge gathered at the forefront of the spear and lance, like the scythe of death. The cold spear tip and shining steel blade shined under the reflection of the burning skeleton, reflecting the cruelty and beauty of the battlefield.

The elf knights and the skeleton knights collided together, and the tips of the spears became extremely sharp in the fierce collision, tearing apart the bones and shattering the enemies who resisted on the way forward. The skeletons were smashed to pieces by the cold lizards, and the already incomplete front line became fragmented. When the lances and spears penetrated the gaps in the skeleton's skeleton, a series of shocking roars and screams were triggered.

The remaining skeleton knights are still responding in a cold and ruthless way. Their mounts are like war horses from hell, facing the impact of the elves without fear. But the spears and lances that appeared in front of them pierced their fragile bones, making a harsh cracking sound. Under the ruthless power, they screamed and fell. The sharp tearing sound when the spears pierced was the same as the skeleton horses. The screams of the people intertwined with each other, and the skeletons struggled, screamed, and burned in the shadows, forming a horrific symphony of this brutal battle.

In the moment of collision, every spear and lance became a messenger of death, ruthlessly penetrating the enemy's body with destructive power. The impact of the cold lizard war group continued, and they continued to charge forward, their powerful hind limbs crushing all obstacles on the road.

The skeleton cavalry was overwhelmed by the cold lizard's devastating attack. In just a short moment, there were no more skeletons riding on the skeleton horses. The skeletons that fell to the ground were pressed into the mire by the ruthless waves, and they screamed The sound disappeared in the chaos of the battle.

Asperon quickly exhaled the breath held in his lungs and inhaled quickly again. He survived, facing the lance of the Skeleton Cavalry, he survived, although he could feel an opal on his chest shattered, and although his left calf had no feeling, he survived, didn't he? . There were no skeleton cavalry in front of him, only skeleton infantry holding swords and shields. He threw away the spear shaft in his hand. The spear was shattered and broken in the previous collision. He pulled out the war hammer hanging on the saddle, holding his breath. Hit the skull on the head.

The impact of the cold lizards did not stop, and the charge continued. They were raging like a strong wind. Under their almost unstoppable terrifying impact, the tomb guards following the black knight were ruthlessly knocked away, and they pushed the tomb guards away. The defending line was torn to pieces.

Although the Tomb Guards wore heavy armor and held sharp weapons, they appeared fragile and powerless under the impact of the cold lizards. The remaining sanity was like facing a wall when facing the cold lizards. They waved their weapons and didn't even know where to cut. The moment they waved their weapons, their figures were struck by the cold lizards. They fell down one after another, or flew out upside down, with bones and armor scattered in the sky.

The Tomb Guards who were still able to move tried to resist and fill up the missing positions, but their efforts were insignificant in front of the Cold Lizard. The cold lizards roared ferociously, constantly attacking their front line, crushing all obstacles that blocked their progress.

Asperon leaned over and swung out the warhammer again. After the warhammer drew a parabola in the air, it hit the skull's chin hard. At that moment, the skull's chin made a terrible cracking sound, and the chin was impacting. At that moment, it cracked, and broken bones and rotten teeth flew everywhere, blooming like fireworks. He drew back the hammer coldly and decisively, and followed it up with another blow, this time aimed at the skeleton's skull. The warhammer fell with astonishing force, the skull made a terrible crackling sound, and broken bones splashed everywhere, spraying out in all directions like a fountain.

After Selire glanced at Asperon, he continued to stab the skeleton in front. His lance had broken at the moment of the previous collision. Now he was holding the God's Halberd in his hand. The halberd in his hand was at a tricky angle, passing through the top of the skull's shield and the bottom of the helmet, and accurately penetrated the skull's neck. After turning the halberd shaft, he pulled back, and the skull's neck was severed by him.

The headless tomb guard fell to the ground. For a moment, it seemed that there was still a trace of consciousness left trying to make it stand up. However, this extravagant hope was ruthlessly shattered. The big guy's powerful body crushed its last hope and crushed it into pieces. But the big guy's charge did not stop just because he stepped on it, and the devastating charge continued.

After Selire withdrew his halberd again, he scanned the entire battlefield. He did not find the command of this group of enemies. From a certain theoretical point of view, this group of enemies is an elite group, but as for the commander, did he disappear at the moment of collision? Moreover, he thought this commander was stupid enough. If he were the opponent, he would not take a counterattack. Instead, he would ask the skeleton to take out a spear like a wooden stake to block the cold lizard's charge.

The current formation cannot stop once the attack starts, nor can it turn. The cold lizards that hit the wooden piles are bound to suffer heavy losses and stall their charge. At this time, the skeleton cavalry should launch a charge, charging from both sides of the wooden pile. The skeleton infantry wearing armor will follow up and engage in hand-to-hand combat with the stagnant cold lizard. Only in this way will there be a chance of victory. However, this did not happen. This was not a trap, but a mistake in the decision-making of the opponent's command.

This mistake has determined the trend of the battlefield. The Cold Lizard Knights were not entangled, but broke through the line. The opponent lost the opportunity to complete the anvil tactics. If the Cold Lizard Knights were entangled, the elites who followed would definitely deal a devastating blow to them, and their losses would be unbearable.

On the other side of the battlefield, Volach was leading his Blood Dragon Knights across the bridge. He did not choose to follow Vlad in a melee fight against the east wall. He had no interest in letting the Blood Dragon Knights dismount and engage in melee combat with humans. The Blood Dragon Knights were not proud. This is how it should be. He believed that the human knights would definitely break out from the south gate or the north gate, and either escape from the south gate or rush out from the north gate to launch the final attack.

Behind the Blood Dragon Knights, Ask von Carstein led the Duncanhof Templars to wait, waiting for the Blood Dragon Knights to cross the bridge. He also did not launch an attack on the East City District with Vlad. Vlad had given him a task a long time ago, asking him to keep an eye on Wallach and the Blood Dragon Knights.

The Knights Templar of Duncanhof existed long ago, long before Otto van Drak ruled Sylvania. At that time, the Knights were still humans, and their lofty goal was to expel Sylvania. The darkness of Nia. After Vlad's failed attempt to seize power in the region, they were usurped and transformed into the ruthless Blood Knights.

After the Blood Dragon Knights started to move, Asik started physical negotiations with Wallach, but soon he was attracted by Wallach's suggestion. He agreed with Wallach's statement that human knights are likely to come from the north. The door bursts out. He doesn't mind adding new members to the knights, and he doesn't mind even more after facing off against the human knights and then fighting Wallach's Blood Dragon Knights in the spacious field to decide who is the strongest blood dragon knight. knight.

The arrows streaking across the sky made Volach and Ask look up at the same time. They knew that humans were coming out of the north gate.

Volach's cold eyes scanned the battlefield, his face twisted with anger and impatience. The previous collision of ships and the physical negotiation with Asker delayed time, and now the human knight has appeared on the battlefield. His Blood Dragon Knights must act quickly, otherwise missing this opportunity will be fatal. He has fought against the Imperial Knights more than once, and he knows the combat effectiveness of the Imperial Knights.

"Attack!" Wallach roared, his voice cold and firm.

Volach's order was responded to by the Blood Dragon Knights, who clenched their weapons and prepared for the next battle. In their hearts, victory is the only option. No matter who the opponent is, they cannot stop their determination and will. They are Blood Dragon Knights, the best heavy cavalry in the world. The enemy cannot penetrate their plate armor at all. They are almost invulnerable and can gallop freely in the rain of guns and arrows. And their lowered lances can crush enemies one after another, just like a sharp blade easily draws a line in the sand.

The cold lizard war group that dispersed the Black Knights and Tomb Guards turned around again, preparing to fight again. They reunited to form an impenetrable line of defense, a wall that could not be shaken. Their spears and lances flashed with cold light, preparing for the third round of impact.

The infantry under Baine's command still stayed at the edge of the battlefield with no sign of movement. He did not follow the Cold Lizards to fill the vacancies caused by the Cold Lizards as agreed in advance, because he found that he did not need to , there is no target worthy of him on the battlefield. The long-range strength of his team was replenished, and the pirates who followed Aijerese brought over the Reaper ballistae on the ship.

The ballistas were dispersed by Baine and covered with canvas to hide them. He was waiting for a figure to appear from the sky. If it was true as those Enils said, he wanted to give that existence a surprise. He knew that it was the core and node of the army of the dead.

Maranur stood bored on the city wall, and he kept spitting the black water produced by chewing tobacco down the city wall. He was also waiting as Selire reorganized his team and Baine, who had not moved in the distance.

"Coming." After a moment, Alatar opened his eyes and pointed in the direction of the Talabek River and whispered.

"It's here." After finishing speaking, Maranur spit out the chewing tobacco in his mouth, and the chewing tobacco drew an arc in the air and fell. Ignoring the traces of chewing tobacco, he turned to Enil beside him and continued, "Send the signal!"

After Maranur finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to Alatar. The two of them moved as lightly and naturally as a couple outing, as if they were in a peaceful countryside rather than a war-torn battlefield. Their actions attracted the envious gazes of the surrounding free people. Under the gaze of the free people, they walked down the city wall.

Wallach's judgment was not wrong. There was indeed a small human cavalry deployed in the North City District, but his judgment was also wrong. The cavalry did not dispatch, but had been waiting for him to appear.