Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 81 7. There is something wrong with the brain

Darkus also set off with his powerful followers. The big guy kept flaring his nostrils, smelling the smell of blood in the air, and started spinning around in excitement.

The musketeers fired at Druchi from the ruins, from every crack in the wall, and from every window. Druchi soldiers began to suffer casualties. On the pier, swords and swords flashed, you came and I fought, and they were fighting.

After fighting for a while, the human beings showed signs of decline. After encountering a stronger mob, these rabble-rousers lost their fighting spirit after fighting for a while. The humans who lost their fighting spirit dropped their weapons one after another. Some of them were stupid and even tried to jump in. The sea escaped, but for the skilled black sharp crossbowmen, these clubs still escaped too slowly.

Darkus seems to have arrived just in time? Titles are always flexible. There are only his powerful followers in his team, so he led Krakaron's elite troops, the Ebon Claw Cold Lizard Dread Knights, and began to charge in the streets. A wave of impact directly crossed the crumbling The rabble, Almir also led the Black Ark pirates to follow.

At this time, Darkus suddenly became very flexible and did not understand the wisdom left by his ancestors in his previous life, such as surrounding three and one, surrounding three and another. What he had to do was to block the door leading to the jungle as soon as possible. These were all trophies. He didn't want these trophies to go into the jungle.

Darkus's shield was inlaid with three lead bullets, and the exaggerated crescent moon on his helmet was also knocked off one side by the lead bullets. The Soul Eater had already skewered three candied haws. He found an open space to spread out his formation, threw the candied haws out of the way, and then continued to rush toward the jungle door. As he rushed towards it, he suddenly felt the power of fate again.

"? There is still power in this shitty place?"

The black and sharp crossbowmen riding the Dark Pegasus are also circling in the sky. They want to avoid the flintlock musket attacks. This is not to say that there is no health bar in the game world. The Dark Pegasus might be hit by lead bullets. The man and the horse would have to be thrown down.

Elmir became the incarnation of death at this moment. She seemed to have become a killing sister. She began to impatiently wave the serrated sword and fist dagger in her hand to harvest lives. Following her were dozens of family guards, the core of the Lengyan family. The most brutal and brutal pirates, including the captain who once followed Darkus.

The family guards followed the ruthless Elmir and began to kill. Their swords seemed to shine with evil and unspeakable light when they pierced human bodies.

The humans begged and howled and were chopped down to the ground. Only the Norscan guards were still in formation and holding on to the front. Under the command of the clan leader, their morale was still high. The family guards shuttled through the fierce battlefield. Carefully avoid lead bullets and flying ax attacks, and wait for opportunities to launch precise crossbow arrows. The Norscan guards fell one after another, and the clan leaders who maintained the defensive line also lost their voices, and their broken bodies fell to the ground.

The descendants of the legendary Norse explorer and frontiersman Rost Linkson lie in the mud.

The blood soaked Elmir's face, soaked her armor and sea dragon skin cloak. Her face was filled with a happy smile and satisfaction, and she didn't know if Renn could withstand her. But she did not forget her mission, and she began to lead the family guards towards the door leading to the jungle to meet Darkus.

The battle was over, and the Druchi began to revel in the carnival. Wails and screams resounded in the town. This sound was so pleasant and beautiful to Darkus, and he even wanted to use this different kind of The symphony danced awkwardly. After reacting, he shook his head in shame, and suddenly burst into laughter. He felt as if he was stepping on the accelerator and heading in the direction of a mental patient.

The big guy tilted his head and looked at Darkus curiously with one eye. The surrounding dignitaries and servants began to look around, except Bainie who stared at him without knowing why.

However, there was no fire in the town. Dastan Lengyan, who suddenly became angry, strictly prohibited setting fires before the raid. However, from Darkus' point of view, the broken wall area was damp, and he might not be able to set fire to it even if he wanted to.

In the center of the town of Skogee, the original pile of stones placed there by the original Rostlinkson explorer still stands to commemorate the location of his first landing. Construction of the original pile of stones continued after the founding of Skogee. , and over the following eleven long centuries, the original stone pile gradually became a majestic monument, telling his story.

Darkus stood under the stone monument and looked up. It was a shame that there were no cameras in this world, otherwise he would have wanted to stand under the stone monument and take a group photo.

The Dark Ankylosaurus was also pulled ashore. It was feasting, wagging its tail happily and eating the corpses on the ground. Dinosaurs are omnivores and eat anything.

Darkus asked the Druchi to drive the captured trophies to the square. He wanted to determine who the powerful one was passing by here.

Genevieve had woken up long ago. She was dragged out of the cage by the Black Ark pirates and dragged to the square. She was covered with a thick layer of mud on her face, hair and clothes. and blood stains.

The well-fed Ankylosaurus began to tie ropes with the help of the trainers and pull the majestic monument. After a while, the monument fell down. The blood that destroys and destroys everything flows and boils in Druch's body. The mentally ill people present began to shout loudly, cheer and vent, enjoying the pleasure brought by the conquest.

"Ren." Darkus pointed at the Dark Ankylosaurus and the monument that fell on the ground, and then said, "You don't need to draw us, just draw this scene."

"Yes, sir."

Darkus took out his flintlock musket and began to identify them one by one. He felt that the power of destiny was getting closer and closer. He passed by Genevieve, who had a muddy face. Genevieve lowered her head to avoid his gaze. He turned back and stared at Genevieve in confusion.

Genevieve understood what was going on. She knew she was in big trouble. On the way to Cathay, if I remember correctly, it was in Indy. She had seen this kind of elves dressed in the same port. It was looting, destruction and killing, only that time she escaped, but this time. . .

"Pygmies? Wrong height, Amazon? Wrong clothes."

"Who are you?" Darkus asked in Imperial language.

Genevieve still lowered her head and said nothing, and she began to feel a little nervous.

"Stop pretending, don't make me ask a second time." Darkus turned on the safety, put the flintlock musket on her chin, and said coldly.

"Bretonnians." Genevieve swallowed and said immediately.

"Be specific, expand on it, don't ask questions and answers." Darkus said impatiently.