Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Sulefit, Morathi's beloved mount, is described as coal-black, a dark pegasus with huge wings and blazing eyes. Mist billows from its nostrils, reminiscent of the poisonous fumes belching from the cracks in the Chaos Wasteland.

Although it is a dark pegasus, it is an admirer of Morathi. It likes to look at the witch with eyes full of desire, hatred, curiosity and twisted love. When Morathi touches its cheek, it will be moved by Moathi. She whimpered happily as she pulled the spell weaved in her hands.

As for other things, only Morathi and Sulefit know...

Now, Sulefit took off carrying Morathi, gradually raising the altitude and flying towards the north.

As the wind roared by, Morathi looked down at the wound that was still bleeding. Although Helene's attack was barely resisted by her, Kane's power was deeply embedded in her body, and the pain was like tearing. It was unbearable for her. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on recovering from her injuries.

She quickly cast black magic and summoned the healing power of Deha. The cold Deha surrounded her wounds and penetrated into her skin. However, the healing process was beyond her expectation and the wound never recovered. The blood flow from the wound gradually stopped, but the healing effect was far from as smooth as she expected.

The skin around the wound was still swollen and difficult to heal. What was left in the end was not smooth skin, but hideous scars, like deeply imprinted marks, with a malice and ugliness that could not be ignored.

"Heliben!"

Morathi's face turned pale instantly, a trace of uncontrollable anger flashed in her eyes, and she let out a low roar, her voice full of pain and resentment.

Her roar pierced the air, and her voice echoed around the city wall, attracting the attention of the soldiers on the wall. At this moment, her heart was filled with the desire for revenge, almost making her want to change direction and pounce on Heliben again, turning this humiliation and pain into fatal revenge. But it only took a moment for this idea to dissipate in her mind.

She would settle Helliben's account, but not now.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. Her reason regained the upper hand, and she gradually regained clear thinking. She realizes that Helene is not her only enemy, and that her own situation is more complicated than she imagined.

There is no doubt that she was tricked by her good son. Maybe the last time she implemented the bitter flesh trick, her son started to use the trick to plot against her.

Although Darkos has not appeared in Naggaroth for a long time, he still has great popularity and influence. As long as the title of Hand of the Witch King remains, as long as the position of Chief Consul remains, as long as the Hellscourge family remains, and as long as Ashriel continues to provide supplies to Nagaroth, it makes no difference whether he is in Nagaroth or not.

Krakalond was managed by the Hell Calamity family and became monolithic, and there was no way to start. The assassination of Darkus can only remain as an idea and cannot be carried out in actual actions.

Morathi knew how the lizardmen in the jungle would react if Darkos died in Naggaroth. That would be something that neither she nor her son could bear, and Naggaroth would also need help from Ashriel. supplies. Not only the lizardmen in the jungle will react, but Krakalund will also react. A civil war will break out. Once Krakalund becomes chaotic, it will completely destroy Druch's war potential.

so……

The best way is to gather the army of Naggaroth and convene the Dark Council at the moment when Darkus sets foot on the land of Naggaroth again.

Everything was going as planned by Morathi.

Darkus, who returned from Asriel, brought back the fleet and supplies needed to launch an attack on Ulthuan. The moment he sets foot on Naggaroth, he will receive news of the attack on Ulthuan. Once such an important decision is issued, it cannot be stopped or opposed. He could only compromise and continue to step onto the Black Ark to participate in Ulthuan's attack before he could gain a firm foothold.

The soldiers, fleet, and supplies are all there. In addition to these, Morathi also summoned a large group of Chaos servants from the north to serve as cannon fodder. As long as Darkus sets foot on Ulthuan, she will have a way to kill Darkus. Then the lizardmen who were angry at Darkus's death may also join Ulthuan's attack.

result……

The moment Sulefit flew over the city wall, the cold wind blew on Morathi's face, stinging her wounds. The scene in front of her became clearer and clearer as her vision changed. Krakarond's army began to take action. The uniform military formation and the mighty momentum made her heart tighten.

The echo of reason made her finally realize the truth of the matter, piercing her heart. Her eyes suddenly condensed, and her face suddenly turned pale. She should have realized all this, should have seen the betrayal hidden in this planning. All plans and preparations were a huge scam, a trap tailor-made for her.

The anger in his heart burst out instantly, but what followed was a deeper sense of fear and powerlessness. She understood that Malekith had no intention of launching an attack on Ulthuan now.

Perhaps from the beginning, Malekith has always been on Darkus's side, and Malekith has not set his target on her. All of this is just a means to cleanse the disobedient forces and serve Darkus. Paving the way for his return, she was just incidental, delivered to his door by himself.

Her son, the son she had trusted so much and given everything for, had actually set up this game and treated her as a pawn on the chessboard. All her efforts were just a prelude to this betrayal. Malekith had played her, and Malekith's thoughts were no longer limited to what she could understand.

Thinking of this, the flames of anger surged in Morathi's heart again, but she quickly suppressed the resentment, as if the coldness of the years had made her lose all her strength in an instant. She took a deep breath, stared at the orderly marching army of Clarkarond, and suddenly felt that everything had become meaningless.

She thought she had prepared everything, even ready to break the existing situation. But now, all this seems so ridiculous. Her fate was actually controlled by the people closest to her, and all her efforts were just a part of Malekith's chess game to eliminate the disloyal forces.

"I failed."

She murmured in a low voice, her voice full of deep despair and pain. She closed her eyes, as if she didn't want to look at the world in front of her anymore. She was fooled by her own son, no, she was even left far behind by Malekith, without even a chance.

When she opened her eyes again, the fire in her heart had been completely extinguished, replaced by a bone-chilling chill and deep helplessness. She looked at the neatly arranged Krakarond army below, and every emotion in her heart became silent. The last moment, she was ready to launch an attack, but now, all this seemed so ridiculous.

She knew that she had been completely pushed to the edge of the cliff by Malekith, and any action would only accelerate her destruction. She knew in her heart that if she continued to struggle now, her only ending would be to completely trap herself in this endless dead end.

At this moment, she almost gave up all hope, as if the wind in the sky had taken away everything from her. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

Sulefit flew very fast and had already flown over the camp of Gorond, but her eyes did not fall on the troops that no longer belonged to her. She knew that she could no longer take these powers away.

Although she had lost contact with these armies, she still couldn't give up this last glimmer of hope. She knew that although Malekith had betrayed her, as a mother, she always maintained a weak bond between her and Malekith. She didn't believe that Malekith would let her die. After all, the blood-related family affection was the most inseparable part of Malekith. Even if it was exhausted in thousands of years, there was still a trace.

She lowered her head slightly and stared at her pale hands. This road may no longer be the road to victory in her ideal, but as long as she can survive, she still has the opportunity to negotiate with the future. She is no longer the angry mother who only knows how to resist, but a woman who understands how to survive in a cruel situation. She knows that now she can only wait for opportunities and wait for the moment to turn the tables.

After losing the army, the Chaos Army entrenched in Gorond is her only bargaining chip. This force may become the key to her counterattack in the future game with Malekith and Daquus.

Law? The only law of Naggaroth is to restrict the weak.

"Live, live..."

She kept reminding herself in her heart that even if the road ahead was full of thorns, even though she had been betrayed and suffered a blow, as long as she could survive, she still had hope of turning defeat into victory. The determination in her eyes gradually rose, and she raised her head and looked at the sky in front of her. The vast sky seemed to carry her last bit of stubborn faith.

"I won't fall down!"

She whispered, as if she was swearing to herself. As this sentence fell, Sulefit suddenly flapped her wings higher and flew faster. She no longer stayed in the shadow of the past, but flew firmly towards the north, towards Gorond, towards the possible way out.

——

The high-altitude formation opened up and was divided into three groups. Kudnos, who was in the front and the center carrying Drusala and Talos, was responsible for the second round of attacks, while Carmine, who was carrying Colonia, followed behind Kudnos and was responsible for providing magical support.

Splinterwin and Skarandil, who were on the left and right, were HQ, which means HEADQUARTER, which means headquarters in military terms. In the original plan, their mission was to bring the assault ship to high altitude, and they did not participate in the first two waves of strike missions.

This is why he decided to install a crossbow temporarily, and this is why he brought Eltharion with him, just as he said to Eltharion: Since you are here, listen more, watch more, ask more, and think more, otherwise it would be a waste of time?

As for archery, he actually didn't expect it at all, and the probability was no less than that of Pinduoduo being able to cut a knife. He didn't think Eltharion could hit the target, nor did he think that Kerillian, Talos and Gilead could hit the target. In his imagination, archers were more about threatening the target and responding to changes.

Shooting arrows while maneuvering at high speed in the air, shooting a small target moving at the same high speed is a very abstract thing. This is not on land. The Twilight sisters take advantage of the fact that the opponent has no air strike force, so they let Sesin-Hal stay in the air, hanging over the opponent's head, shooting at targets on the ground from a high position.

An arrow is an arrow after all, not a machine gun, let alone a missile. It is not like a fighter jet locking a target through radar and firing a missile, or putting a target into a scope and firing a machine gun. This involves physics, space, magic, etc. The second thing is to practice for a long time, but the problem is that there is no practice before.

Of course, although he said so, he still gave the archers a guidance spell before the formation was pulled out. After all, there is always a chance of something happening...

When the target moved to the north of the huge military camp and still had no intention of landing, Dacus looked back, his eyes passed over the Reaper Crossbow and the gun group, and finally stopped at the raiders with heavy missions.

Before setting off, the sorceresses carried a heavy square box in their hands, and the surface of the box was covered with runes and complex devices. The box must be used to hold things, and the one sitting under the buttocks is a stool. There is no head or strange things in the box, just a huge, round sphere.

Dacus found the black box device in Altdorf and asked Aegirether to take it back to Naggaroth. The sphere is the crystal produced by the black box. It is a concentrated energy carrier and a mystical sphere containing strong Egil wind.

As the formation flew to the south of Nagarond, the sorceresses had already embedded the mystical sphere into the engine of the raider. The black flag symbolizing readiness rose quietly and fluttered in the wind, announcing to everyone the upcoming action.

Dacus took a deep breath and raised the Spicazuma horn in his hand again.

This time, the horn sounded low and deep, with a rhythm of two long and one short. This horn sound was different from the previous signal. It carried some meaningful instructions, as if urging hidden power.

Splinterwin and Skarandil, who heard the horn sound, tilted their bodies almost at the same time. Splinterwin on the right side of the formation slowly tilted to the left, and his huge body was like a moving mountain. At this moment, Dacus had the illusion of walking on the back of his eldest cousin. Fortunately, he would not fly out suddenly.

The Skarandil on the left also tilted his body and slowly shifted to the right. The two dragons completed the action gracefully in the air, laying the foundation for the next step.

"Ready!" When the dragon tilted, a sorceress grabbed the chain on her belt, stabilized her body, took a deep breath, and gave a loud order. Her voice was clear and firm, and quickly conveyed to the soldiers on the assault ship.

Some soldiers on the assault ship moved when they heard the sound, without any panic or running around on the deck. They skillfully took down the wire cutters hanging on the fence, which were made by the hands of Colonia and Val priests, sharp and tough. They adjusted their stance, fixed their bodies in the designated position, and steadily aimed the jaws at the iron chain that fixed the assault ship. A tense atmosphere enveloped everyone, and everyone held their breath, waiting for orders.

"Cut!" The sorceress gave an order.

With six crisp metal breaking sounds almost at the same time, the assault ship that was previously firmly fixed on the dragon's spine broke free from its restraints, trembled slightly, and then the tail was the first to break away from the dragon's spine, and the ship slid along with it, and finally the entire assault ship was pulled straight down by gravity. It cut through the air at an irresistible speed and disappeared from sight.

Daquus took a look, but his vision was blocked by other assault ships that had not yet been released, and he could only hear the whistling of the wind. He frowned, then turned his head to look in the direction of Skarandil, his eyes locked on the last assault ship on the dragon's spine. In just a few seconds, the assault ship also completed the slide, broke away from the dragon's back, and fell straight to the ground.

The sorceress who felt the free fall closed her eyes, and an indescribable excitement and calmness surged in her heart. She stood firmly at the control position of the assault ship, firmly fixed by the chain, took a deep breath, and then slowly spread her hands and raised them diagonally over her head. Her movements were smooth and firm, as if she had merged with the assault ship, controlling this latest weapon of Clarkarond.

After a moment, the assault ship's descent slowed down, and the oppressive feeling brought by gravity gradually disappeared. Finally, the entire ship froze in the air, as if time had stopped.

The soldiers on the deck got a breather at this moment. Their bodies curled up behind the fence, their hands firmly grasping the fixed position of the fence, and their eyes stared at the female sorceress with closed eyes.

Then, the bow began to tilt, and then the hull of the assault ship underwent drastic adjustments, as if a giant beast twisted in the air, adjusting its posture, preparing for the upcoming dive.

At that moment, the entire sky seemed to be swallowed up, and all the surrounding scenery turned into nothingness. Only this assault ship was alone in the darkness, like a lone star before dawn in the dark night.

The tail jet of the assault ship suddenly lit up, spraying a ball of light blue flame, which quickly spread and shone in the air.

However, the existence of this flame was only a moment of brilliance. Almost at the same moment, the flame suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

But in the next second, the light blue flame gushed out again. This time, it did not disappear, but continued like a raging wave. The flame cut through the sky and ignited the turmoil of the whole world.

The assault ship moved, and the huge force pushed the ship with irresistible speed and determination, causing the surrounding airflow to distort. The shape of the ship almost became blurred, and every second was filled with a huge sense of impact. Every inch of space in the air was making way for this attack. The assault ship was like a shot arrow, breaking through the silence in the air and diving towards the target without hesitation.

In the Krakarond army, a moving Dread Spearman saw this scene and was deeply shocked by the scene in the sky. At this moment, he felt that the world was bowing to this force. The strange floating ship was like the messenger of the Pale Queen, swooping down from the air with an irresistible sense of oppression and destructive determination.

"Sky..." He murmured in a low voice, his voice almost swallowed by the shock, full of uncontrollable fear and shock.

It is forbidden to make any sound in the army. This is the discipline of the Duruchi army. But even so, the soldiers who saw this scene still couldn't help but mutter in a low voice. The fear and uneasiness in their hearts had broken through their reason and self-control.

Edmund, who was walking, keenly caught this almost imperceptible whisper. He raised his eyebrows, turned his head instantly, and scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes.

The soldiers were still marching, but they all raised their heads and locked their eyes on the sky. Everyone's sight was attracted by the sudden scene.

Edmund, who originally intended to maintain the discipline of the army, could not suppress his curiosity. He turned his head and looked up at the sky. When he saw that scene, time froze at this moment, and his eyes widened involuntarily.

Not only Edmund, but also the descendants of Kelly, Kadov, and the Hell Disaster Family, and the soldiers from Clarkalond, their sights were like being pulled by some invisible force, and they all locked on the floating fleet in the air. Those strange ships, like bread crumbs falling, fell from the sky one after another, one after another started, and one after another rushed towards the target without hesitation.

The atmosphere of the entire army instantly solidified, the air seemed to become heavy, and the soldiers held their breath unconsciously. The pressure from the sky was like a huge rock pressing on everyone's heart, making everyone's heartbeat accelerate, and fear and shock were intertwined. The arrival of each ship was like a prelude to the ultimate judgment, and every moment of starting was accompanied by a breath of destruction.

But the commanders who had seen the raiders before and vaguely knew who the raiders were going to deal with showed an imperceptible smile. After all, they were not blind. They saw who just passed over the military formation and flew north.

When the lowering of the raiders was finally completed, Dacus turned his head to look at Malanul sitting on Skarandil's back. The two brothers seemed to have some kind of silent tacit understanding. They looked at each other for a moment, then raised their fists and made a brief physical exchange with each other. At this moment, it seemed as if their heartbeats were completely synchronized.

After a brief exchange, Dacus turned his gaze to Issarion, who was lowering his head and swaying constantly. His smile was full of understanding. He knew that Issarion, a native native, had never seen this before, and his heart must be full of shock and confusion.

"Are you ready?" Dacus said in a low and calm voice, as if he had foreseen the next situation.

After he finished speaking, he suddenly laughed. He thought of the time when he was in Elsin Alvin. Before negotiating with the red dragons, he thought about a lot, such as...

Perform a unique performance, with the Reaper crossbows of various positions launching air attacks. It would be best if there were dense defense balloons and assault ships shuttling through the sky, showing that Duruchi has the strong confidence to fight against the red dragons, and then deter these bad-tempered red dragons.

The result...

It's a world of difference.

Isharion's eyes were called back. Although he still had the bowstring in his mouth and couldn't respond, he reacted quickly, raised his left hand, clenched it into a fist, and then pointed his thumb at Dacus.

"No, you didn't!"

Darkus chuckled, with a bit of teasing in his tone, and then he took a deep breath and put the horn to his lips.

This time, the trumpet sound was no longer two long and one short, but was particularly long, low and distant, penetrating the air, symbolizing the beginning of the action.

All preparations have been completed, the stage is there, the lights are there, the audience is there, the actors are there, and the prelude to the performance has finally been opened. (End of this chapter)