Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 79 5. Blood and Fire

Darkus asked Chupa Coco, who had regained his composure, about the positioning of the stone slab. Chupa Coco said that he didn't understand either, and that he was ordered to find it every time.

Darkus went to the warehouse and checked the slate again, confirming that there should be no GPS positioning device or anything like that. After thinking for a moment, he understood. First, the Slanns had to know the existence of the stone slab in order to locate it. If you don't know, it's impossible to talk about positioning. Otherwise, what would Tichit Huiqi lead the skinks riding giant-horned cold lizards to be war dog mercenaries in the old world? Besides, why are there so many stone slabs scattered throughout the abandoned temple city of Lustria that have not been found? Shouldn't the whole picture be bright if there is a position?

After a long voyage to the underground sea, the Black Ark Herald of Despair finally sailed out from the junction of the Isthmus of Lustria and the Pahuakos Rainforest, and then began to turn around and head north.

After traveling for a few days, the trainers riding the dark Pegasus began to continuously scout north. The trainers who returned soon reported that they had discovered a human Galen sailing ship in the north that was heading west.

The Pioneer of Despair led the plundering fleet and began to turn, hanging far behind the ship. The sorceresses on the ship began to activate their magic to cause the magic devices in the spire to emit thick fog.

They traveled like this for five days, during which there was only one ship, and no ships left the port of Skogi. Maybe they didn't get any money? Who knows.

In the middle of the night, the Pioneer of Despair began to prepare for full combat. Darkus was not ready to attack. He wanted to stand next to Dastan Cold Eyes and learn. This was a rare opportunity to command in actual combat.

The slaves have been sacrificed to Kane, and the two war hydras are feasting on the carnival feast.

In the middle of the night, the sea began to rise, and the raid began without warning!

The only route in and out of Skogi is the port, which is directly blocked by the fleet led by the Herald of Despair.

The sleeping black dragon woke up. It flew towards the defenses outside the port, spitting out poisonous breath. The corrosive breath instantly melted the defensive towers. The black dragon began to roar, venting its madness to everything it could touch. Strength, the Norscans in the fortifications woke up from their sleep and tried to throw throwing axes and javelins in a desperate counterattack.

The Pioneer of Despair sailed into the outskirts of the port with the rising tide at night. The Reaper ballistae on the deck moved to the side facing the port. With the blessing of the sorceress's magic, they began to shoot at the ships parked in the port.

The black dragon circled in the air and returned to the fortifications outside the port. The throwing axes and javelins had no effect on the black dragon's hard skin, but instead angered it. It spat out poisonous breath again, and the corrosive breath directly melted the reptiles who dared to challenge it. The Norscans could no longer bear this powerless fear from the heart, and began to flee in all directions.

The soldiers on the Herald of Despair and the Plunderer and the Black Ark pirates began to climb up the rope ladder to the boarding boat.

There were all kinds of ships moored in the harbor, flying various flags. Dacus looked at most of them as ships from the Empire, Southern City-States, Arabi and Bretonnia, as well as some small Norscan dragon ships. That is to say, these people who come here to seek wealth can coexist peacefully. It is really difficult for them not to fight each other. The ships were blown to pieces under the bombardment of the Reaper's ballistae with magic crossbow bolts. The Hell Dragon's fangs and claws also attacked these fragile wooden ships. The Hell Dragon directly swung its tail and swept away the small ships. The ship was cut off from the middle of the deck.

Dastan Cold Eyes stood on the deck fully armed and watched the battle. He was originally planning to sacrifice another batch of slaves to obtain Hecate's blessing, but he did not expect that the battle would go so smoothly, so he quickly ordered the first mate to stop this wave of sacrifices.

Darkus was speechless and looked at Dastan Lengyan with disdain, but he could also understand, how to say that sentence, the poor suddenly become rich, and the chest and belly are puffed out? wrong!

The Lengyan family has been saddled with a lot of debt and interest, should they save as much as they can? Being clever but being misled by cleverness? Or is it to fully demonstrate the utilitarian nature of Drucci’s belief in this aspect?

Darkus coughed quickly, and Dastan Lengyan turned to look at him blankly. He shook his head back. The meaning was very clear. Alyssa, the well-wisher of Hecate, was still here, but Dastan Cold Eyes didn't seem to know about this.

"Don't worry, there are plenty of slaves and wealth!" After speaking, Darkus pointed towards the town. He would not say that he was curious about the power and effects of large-scale magic.

With the sacrifice of this wave of slaves, the high-level shadow sorceresses of the Cold Eye family began to control the restless wind of Urku. The sorceresses on board the ship also began to act as power banks, pouring magic into the town of Skogi. A dark vortex of condensed shadows was released. The vortex leading to the abyss of hell slowly opened in the town. After the vortex was formed, it began to move and rage, permanently swallowing everything caught in it.

Mazdamudi did not meditate again at this time. He had a vague feeling that if he meditated again, he would wake up again immediately. He wanted to find out what the omen was. He suddenly sensed a fierce battle breaking out in the place where those hot-blooded species lived. The terrifying wind of magic was gathering there, and Paqiu Coco was also there.

Pichipochi was still serving respectfully next to Lord Mazdamudi. Mazdamudi slowly lowered his head to look at him, and asked him to go and see what was going on through a magic message.

The poor place of Skogi is one of the wettest spots on the entire Lustrian Isthmus coast, with only one tide a year and one tide every year. Due to the Norscan tradition, most of the buildings in the town are made of wooden structures, so that many buildings must be built on high pillars to keep them partially dry. Unfortunately, this tradition doesn't work so well in the sinking quagmire. Many of the pillars have rotted to the core, so the houses in this poor place are always shaky, and can even sway left and right with violent movements.

However, after tonight, the people living here don't have to worry about these messy things, and they don't have to shake hard in the brothel, thinking about the bad fun of collapsing the brothel and running out of orders.

"What's going on? Is there a typhoon?"

The terrifying dark vortex was sweeping through them, sucking in the exhausted guests who had fallen on the bed after exerting themselves, and even the house. Some people simply disappeared without a trace in their sleep, as if they had never been in the mortal world.

Countless mercenaries, explorers, adventurers, crew members and guards rushed out of various houses with frightened faces and disheveled clothes.

There was a traffic jam in a tavern. Drunk people crowded around the double doors and tried to run out. Some of them had already run out, but fell down in the mud at the bottom of the stairs. Before they could get up, their eyes widened. Seeing the dark vortex making the terrifying sound getting closer and closer, the adventurer who woke up from his drunkenness instantly let out a hysterical cry of despair, and then disappeared.

Those drunkards who are still sleeping on the bar are lucky, because they don't have to experience fear before they disappear in a daze.

Darkus looked at this terrifying scene with a monocular, thinking about what it would be like if he and his army were inside?