Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

The moment he heard the horn, Kudnos roared, and the roar echoed in the air like thunder. Then, he quickly adjusted his flying posture, his dragon scales flashed, and his huge wings flapped to create a gust of wind. Carmine, who followed closely behind, also moved.

The second wave of attack officially started.

Azogallon, who was on the far left of the formation, and Ibas, who was on the far right, also began to dive and attack. They slowly turned their bodies, Azogallon tilted to the right, and Ibas tilted to the left. The two coordinated their movements, like a falcon circling from the air to pounce on the target. They will attack the target from the flank.

However, this is far from the end.

As the third wave, Splinterwin and Skarandil also started their actions, but they only adjusted the angle slightly, and did not enter a high-speed dive, but slowly descended.

And Dacus raised the trident high and gathered the storm out.

When these huge figures dived from different directions one after another, Isharion, who was experiencing this scene for the first time, felt extremely shocked. But soon, he was too late to be shocked. His thoughts seemed to be left far behind by the speed, and his thoughts were chasing him who was in a high-speed dive.

At this moment, he finally understood why Dacus asked him that just now. It was not just a simple greeting, but...

His body began to feel a strong load, his pupils contracted and flipped uncontrollably, and his cheeks flapped rapidly with the airflow. If his cheeks suddenly flew out in the next second, he would not feel the slightest bit of strangeness.

He felt a darkness in front of his eyes, and his limbs became almost numb, as if the whole world was shaking with the flapping of the dragon's wings. He felt a strong pressure pressing him tightly, and the feeling of falling from a high altitude quickly invaded him, the wind whistled in his ears, and the pressure of the air made it difficult for him to breathe every time.

At this moment, he was almost pulled out of control by this invisible force, but he still stubbornly maintained his posture. He held the bow tightly in his hand and tried to clench his teeth to prevent the string in his mouth from flying out.

He knew clearly that this was just the beginning, and the real challenge had just begun. He didn't want to have no sense of participation in the process of the challenge. After all, the attraction of killing that target was too great for him.

The soldiers from Clarkalond were still marching, but their eyes could not move away from the shocking scene in front of them.

As the dragon swooped down, the clouds above the sky suddenly became dense, and the dark clouds spread rapidly like a tide, swallowing the entire sky. The vortex of the storm gradually formed, and the scene of lightning and thunder was like a sign of the coming of doomsday, and a strong sense of oppression filled the air.

The figures of Kudnos, Azogallon and Ibas became more powerful under the urging of the storm. Their giant scales flashed with cold light, and the electric current rushed through them like countless thunders. Lightning continued to overflow from their bodies and cut through the sky. Every time their wings flapped, they drove the thunder in the sky. The roaring thunder and lightning broke out along with the storm, and the whole sky was torn apart by their power.

Splinterwin and Skarandil followed closely behind, their wings and tails began to burn in the huge airflow, and flames burst out from the tips of their wings. Their figures intertwined with the flames, like the messengers of destruction in mythology, sprinting down from the sky, with earth-shaking momentum. The tail of the flame extended in the air, and the traces of burning were like falling meteors, cutting through the silent sky, as if even the sky was trembling.

At this time, the assault ship was not to be outdone.

The soldiers huddled on the deck could even hear the sound of violent friction in the air. The ramming horn in front became hot in an instant due to the rapid friction with the air, and the temperature in the air suddenly soared and became as hot as a furnace fire. The sound device behind the ramming horn emitted a piercing whistle, like a huge sharp knife splitting the air, forming a strong sound wave vibration around.

"This..." A soldier in the army murmured.

Even the toughest warriors could feel the powerful airflow sweeping over, as if the whole world was tilting. Their hearts suddenly jumped. Everything in front of them made it impossible for them to remain calm. The unprecedented sense of oppression almost suffocated them. Countless raiders fell from the sky like raindrops, and the dragons danced wildly with thunder and flames. Every movement was full of determination to destroy and unstoppable power.

The sky seemed to solidify at this moment, and all the breath was swallowed by this huge force, leaving only shock and fear echoing in the hearts of every soldier.

Morathi's roar echoed in the wind, and anger and fear intertwined with her. This time she was no longer facing a political game, but an inevitable battle of life and death. From the energy fluctuations coming from behind, she could feel the creepy sense of threat. She was Nagaros and the strongest warlock of Duruchi, but now, this threat made her dare not turn around and fight easily.

Sulefit also felt the horror of the chasing power behind him. Its wings spread to the extreme, fanning a strong wind that was enough to tear the air, but even so, it still couldn't completely get rid of the sense of oppression of being locked.

"Darkius! Darkius!! Darkius!!! You damned little bastard! How dare you!"

She almost roared hysterically with a roaring voice, her tone full of uncontrollable anger. Her fingers tightly grasped Sulefit's mane, and her nails had pierced into the flesh. She knew that this was a carefully planned pursuit. She knew that the raider was the latest product of Krakarond. She also knew that at this point in time, only Dacus could attack her in this way. Only Dacus would attack her in the entire Naggaroth.

Thinking of this, her anger became more and more uncontrollable. She knew that her every move was calculated. Dacus did not participate in the Dark Council, but Dacus knew what would happen at the Dark Council, knew that she would leave the Dark Council, and even calculated that Helleben would attack her and fly to Gorond.

But she knew that she could not confront such a force head-on. What she had to do was not to attack, but to defend, to block the extremely lethal attacks in the first few rounds, and to enter the range that could be directly teleported to Gorond. She gritted her teeth and unfolded a shield with a black and purple glow behind her.

"Ah! Ah!! Sulefit, fly faster! Don't stop! You beast."

She screamed, with uncontrollable despair and madness in her eyes. She ordered Sulefit loudly and poured Deha into the Pegasus' body. Sulefit's wings flapped more and more rapidly, but the raider and dragon chasing them were gradually closing the distance.

Dive, a flying term, the angle between the dive flight trajectory and the ground plane is called the dive angle, usually 30° to 90°, and a dive close to 90° is called a vertical dive. Diving can quickly reduce altitude and reach the required speed. The whole process is divided into entry segment, straight segment and recovery segment, and the action is usually completed in a vertical plane.

The dive target this time is not a fixed or moving target on the ground, nor is it a suicide attack, so the raider will not use the bow ram to directly hit the enemy target. The relevant combat plans have been repeatedly deduced to ensure that the assault ship can complete the mission in the best way.

"Ready!"

The assault ship that was finally launched from the dragon's spine became the first one to approach the target. Thirty seconds before approaching the target, the sorceress operating the assault ship issued a loud order.

After hearing the order, the members of the gun crew immediately took action, or more precisely, they quickly crawled to their positions on the deck. Duruchi, who was in charge of commanding the crossbow, gritted his teeth, grabbed the fixed point on the deck, and pulled his body to the side of the crossbow with effort. Then his right hand reached into a groove on the deck and pulled hard, and the deck slid open like a secret door, revealing the bowstring hidden inside.

The members on the other side were also in place. They did the same thing, but they did not take out the bowstring, but the crossbow arrows of the crossbow.

"In place!" After seeing that the members were ready, the sorceress changed and adjusted the dive angle of the assault ship, straightening and leveling it. At the moment of adjustment, she shouted.

The commander holding the bowstring crawled to the side of the crossbow, stood up by grabbing the crossbow, held the crossbow tightly with one hand, and hung the bowstring on the upper end of the crossbow with the other hand, then handed the tail end of the bowstring to the member lying on the deck, and at this point, his work was done. The two members lying on the deck worked together to hang the bowstring on the lower end of the crossbow, and then completed the loading of the crossbow arrows in a half-lying and half-kneeling posture.

The whole process was complicated, but very efficient, and it was completed very quickly, with fifteen seconds left after completion.

The members of the artillery crew were well-trained, and the best were selected from the best, even a few seconds faster than in training and combat. At this moment, they already knew who the target of this operation was, which fully stimulated their subjective initiative. They knew what would be waiting for them if this operation was successful and if they survived the activity.

"Free fire!"

The moment he heard the order, the commander shouted and jumped up suddenly. He fixed his body with his feet, and steadily controlled the crossbow with both hands to aim. His movements were swift and precise, with an overwhelming fierce determination. Every step was as flawless as a precision instrument. There was no wavering in his eyes, only the determination to destroy the target.

However, the moment his sight locked onto the target, the fierce expression was replaced by astonishment. He widened his eyes in disbelief. The originally clear target suddenly changed from one to three. In an instant, he realized that this was the interference of magic, an illusion trap.

He cursed inwardly and adjusted the crossbow again. He chose the nearest target, deflected the crossbow laterally, and then raised the elevation angle to ensure that the shooting angle was perfect. After a short and precise aiming, he decisively touched the trigger device, and the crossbow arrow broke away from the crossbow, split into several arrows, and rushed towards the target with ruthless force.

There is no doubt that he is the best of the best, the best of the best. Although he does not know what physics is and he does not understand ballistics, his past experience makes up for it. Under his gaze, the split crossbow arrows hit the target accurately, but in the next second, the target dissipated like smoke and finally disappeared without a trace, just an illusion.

"Damn it!"

He cursed again in a low voice, and his eyes quickly turned to another target. At this moment, the crossbow cannon of another raider fired a split crossbow arrow at the target in the middle. However, this time, the shooter was obviously inexperienced and failed to calculate the lead time correctly, and the arrow missed and turned into a useless shadow.

"Idiot!"

Then, another crossbow arrow accurately hit the target in the middle. However, when the arrow penetrated, the target also dissipated like a wisp of smoke as before. The illusion once again mocked their efforts, leaving only a void.

He tried his best to restrain his excitement and locked his eyes on the farthest target. While he was adjusting the crossbow, the members of the gun crew had already loaded the second crossbow arrow, and the action was so fast that it was almost seamless.

However, at the moment of aiming, the space was distorted and trembling again.

The original only target was split into three false images again.

Just as he adjusted the crossbow and aimed again, suddenly, almost overwhelming crossbow arrows and harpoon crossbow arrows appeared in his field of vision, pouring towards the three targets like a rainstorm. His eyes were stern, and then he realized that the gun crews of other raiders had entered the firing position. Those raiders were distributed on the left, above and below the raider he was in, and each of them launched intensive firepower coverage on the target at different angles.

The sound of crossbow arrows breaking through the air roared like thunder in his ears. Those crossbow arrows carried destructive power and pounced on the target like roaring beasts. However, with the impact of the first wave of crossbow arrows, the scene in front of him made his heart sink.

Illusion!

Some of the crossbow arrows hit the target accurately, but the target dissipated in the air like smoke. Each arrow pierced through only the mirror image constructed by magic, and finally disappeared without a trace in the air. The dense firepower seemed to be swallowed by the endless void, leaving no trace of substantial damage.

"Damn it! Illusion again!" He cursed in a low voice, holding the crossbow tightly with both hands, but his eyes could not help but look at the other assault ships around.

The assault ship that was pulled out on the left had the most intense firepower. In addition to the crossbow firing continuously, the other members were on the starboard side, and the arrows fired from the harpoon crossbows poured down continuously, but they could not tear through the barrier of illusion. He saw the raiders above trying to change their strategy. The members of the crossbow gun crew quickly adjusted the shooting angle and shot the crossbow arrows at different targets, but it was still useless. The raiders below seemed to start concentrating their firepower to attack the illusion on the far right, but in the end, that target also turned into nothingness.

This is not ordinary magic.

Even if he didn't understand magic, he knew that this power was mocking their every shot with disturbing cunning and precision.

At the same time, Kudnos, who was responsible for the second wave of attacks, entered the central corridor left by the two large raiders on the left and right sides. He drew a perfect arc in the air, like a blasting meteor, and the flight path was as straight as a precise trajectory.

The huge figure waved in the air, and the air around him was driven by him. Thunder and fire intertwined, tearing the dark clouds in the sky, and lightning and thunder enveloped him like a descending god of death. Every flap of the wings would make the lightning flash a terrible white light, and every breath would make the fire flow violently in his throat.

There is no doubt that the medieval world existed physically, but the difference is that the rules of magic are higher than the rules of physics. When it comes to magic, the rules of magic are like the stars hanging high in the sky, dominating everything, and everything changes from reasonable to unreasonable.

Magic can make the sailor's body resist pressure and dive to unimaginable depths. In the Empire, engineers who master ballistics control the charge and firing angle of the artillery, but magic can make the shells whizzing out of the barrel stagnate.

Talos, who was supposed to bear the strongest overload, successfully offset the impact and overload that almost burned him out with Drusala's intervention, and did not let him faint or his clothes burn.

He took off his cotton jacket that bound him and pushed aside the cloak that would interfere with him. He raised his hand on the dragon head, holding the vine bow in his hand, squatting and kneeling, holding his breath and concentrating, he almost blocked the whole world, leaving only the target in front of him.

As a core figure of the Dacus faction, he had experience in high-altitude combat and knew who the target was from the beginning of the plan. The target's death was also very attractive to him. But he also knew how difficult it was to hit the target under such circumstances. However, he also knew that the first arrow he shot would be extremely accurate and penetrate all obstacles.

His eyes did not fluctuate at all. What emerged in his mind was every inch of the target's trajectory. As he had expected, the target was about to split, but all this had already been calculated.

At the moment the bowstring vibrated, Talos's eyes were as sharp as a hawk. He felt the wonderful resonance between his body, bow, arrow, and target, as if he had merged with the arrow, and his heart beat with the bowstring.

The Spark Arrow flew out like lightning, and the whole action was clean, quick and silent. The arrow cut through the sky with a sound of breaking through the air, and its speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to see its trajectory.

"Hiss..."

As the arrow hit, Sulefit's figure trembled violently. The arrow broke through the magic defense and pierced its hind legs accurately, pushing it forward heavily. Its body seemed to be dragged by a huge force, and it almost lost its balance and fell to the ground, but it finally mastered its balance. At the same time, the mirror image appeared again, and its body quickly changed position with the appearance of magic, and the sparks that were about to burn also dissipated.

Drusara was on the dragon spine of Kudnos, holding the staff high, and the energy around it quickly gathered. Under her guidance, Kudnos's power was replenished with the strongest force.

The accumulation of energy condensed the essence of all thunder and fire, and was the full display of the wind of Aegir and the wind of Aksha. Every inch of Kudnos's muscles was being charged, and the powerful energy was boiling in his body, making him feel that his strength had reached an unprecedented peak.

"Fuck!"

And Kolonia, who was on the Dragon Spine of Carmine, had blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. She gritted her teeth and cursed, even though she was wearing a brass ring, and had the blessing of the Dust Staff and Carmine. But she still failed in the first round of confrontation. Morath was stronger than she thought, and her counterattack was unsuccessful.

At this moment, Kudnos opened his huge mouth, and a heart-shaking thunder sounded in the air. Electric charges and flames curved and surged around his mouth, the temperature of the air rose sharply, the surrounding air began to distort, and heat waves surged out. With his low roar, he suddenly blew out the dragon's breath with the momentum of a mountain pressing down on his head.

Dragon's breath, covering everything!

The dragon's breath swept out, engulfing the target he was pointing at, penetrating the illusion, penetrating the space, and directly hitting the substantial target, almost burning everything to ashes. The dragon's breath, interwoven with flames and electricity, spread rapidly around the target, burning the air and tearing the ground below.

The earth was shaking. Kudnos's dragon's breath was not just an ordinary spit, but a doomsday judgment that shook the world. The temperature in the air rose to an almost unbearable level, the flames burned everything, and the burned air instantly turned into hot steam. This force not only destroyed the target, but also everything around it, which was affected by this unparalleled force.

The mountains in the distance were shaking, and the earth began to crack.

After the dragon's breath touched the ground, soil and rocks splashed, and the mountains shook. The strong shock wave swept around, the snow melted, and dust dozens of meters high was raised. The earth was shaking for this terrifying power, and the air was filled with hot smoke and the smell of scorched earth.

But it was not so exaggerated that the mountain peaks were smashed into pieces and the river disappeared in an instant under the impact of the dragon's breath...

However, this blow did freeze the atmosphere of the entire battlefield.

The power he showed made almost everyone realize that in the face of such power, any defense was futile, and even the illusions that magic could construct could not resist.

However...

Just when the soldiers on the battlefield thought that the target was burned to death by this destructive dragon's breath, a group of looming black fog, as if escaping the shadow of death, flew silently to the north. The black fog floated in the air, as if it had never been hurt and was still intact.

The soldiers on the battlefield were stunned, and many people even stuck their heads out of the side of the ship to try to see the shape of the looming black fog. They thought it was a dissipated phantom, but the more they looked, the more they found that the black fog was not nothingness, but contained some unfathomable power.

The expressions of the female sorcerers who were familiar with magic became solemn in an instant. Their eyes quickly swept through the black fog, with alertness flashing in their eyes. They knew that the black fog was not an ordinary magic effect, but an existence beyond conventional protective means. It represented a power unknown to them, or a very deep hidden spell.

The black fog flew away at an extraordinary speed, instantly exceeding the attack range of the bow crossbow of the assault ship, leaving the area where it could be easily pursued. Even the female sorcerer on the ship could only stand there helplessly, frowning. All they could do was to increase their strength and chase again.

The soldiers on the assault ship were still nervously observing the front, their eyes full of confusion and confusion. The power of the dragon's breath just now was so great that it could almost burn any obstacle, but this black fog was unscathed?

"Impossible!"

"Damn it!"

"How is this possible?!"

Soon, scolding and exclamations came one after another on the battlefield. The soldiers saw that the black fog disappeared, and the target appeared again instead.

Dacus, who was above, watched all this quietly. His expression was still calm, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes. He had foreseen everything that happened. Neither the failed attack of the assault ship below nor the occasional explosions and shouts on the battlefield could break his calm. He did not jump or curse. He was like a bystander, silently observing the development of everything.

Everything that happened below was already within his judgment. He knew that the target was not large, and even if the assault ship's ram was used to carry out a suicide attack, it would probably hit nothing in the end. Just like when the crossbow arrows were shot at the illusion before, even if they hit the target, it was just a waste, and the assault ship might not be able to pull up in time before hitting the ground because of the dive.

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After careful consideration, Dacus and the planners decided to let the assault ship take advantage of the space and form a half-moon strike position behind the target, leaving a corridor in the middle. This was the most appropriate choice. It can effectively disrupt the target's actions and create favorable conditions for subsequent attacks.

The real killer moves are placed on the two trump cards: Kudenos's dragon breath coverage and Kolonia's spell counter.

However, the planned counter did not work as expected. Kolonia's spell counter failed, and Kudenos's dragon breath coverage also failed to hit the target. Despite this, Dacus did not show a trace of anxiety. All this was within his prediction.

"Don't you want to do something?" Isharion urged anxiously, raising his bow to shoot, but always unable to seize the opportunity, as if every arrow he was about to shoot missed the best time.

Hearing Isharion's words, Dacuus turned his head and took a look, with a faint smile in his eyes. That look seemed to be able to see through all the anxiety and impatience, as if telling Isharion: There is no need to be impatient, the situation is not completely out of control. Then, he shook his head gently and took a deep breath.

He blew the horn calmly. This time the horn sounded different from the previous short command, but a long tone, with an unquestionable decisiveness. The sound of the horn was like a roar, resounding over the battlefield.

The second wave of unlaunched attacks began.

Splinter and Skarandil adjusted their respective dive angles, and their huge bodies slid in the sky, like two burning comets, pulling out a hot light track. Their movements were precise and fast, ready to occupy the strike position and create the best conditions for the next third wave of attacks.

The sorceresses on the assault ship acted quickly, releasing the powerful energy contained in the arcane ball. The jet device below them entered an overload state, and a dazzling blue flame spurted out from the tail. The entire ship shook, revealing its extreme power.

At the same time, the soldiers who reacted lowered the oblique sail in the center of the ship and used the wind to accelerate. The speed of the assault ship increased suddenly, and it entered a pursuit state, rushing straight at the target like a beast.

After hearing the horn, Azogallon on the far left of the formation and Ibas on the far right stopped their original maneuvers. Without any hesitation, they adjusted their flight posture and launched a deadly dive. The two behemoths surrounded from both sides and launched a pincer attack on the reappearing target.

Dragon Breath blasted out!

Azogallon and Ibas opened their huge dragon jaws almost at the same time, spewing out terrifying dragon breath containing electric charge and lightning. The rolling thunder and the blazing lightning intertwined and rushed towards the target. Electric currents jumped in the air, like weaving a deadly electric net, and the fire and lightning complemented each other, piercing the darkness of the sky.

At the same time, Kerillian and Gilead, who were on the dragon head, also launched an attack. They each drew their bows and arrows, and the arrows in their hands flashed with sparks. These arrows streaked through the sky like meteors and shot accurately at the target. Each arrow carried an incomparable killing intention and their superb archery skills.

On the dragon spine, Haglin and Alatar used their powerful magic to push the battle to a climax. They raised their staffs and chanted obscure spells. The powerful magic turned into rays of light, and the destructive lightning and blazing fireballs intertwined with the dragon's breath, forming a huge storm of destruction.

Dragon's breath, magic, and arrows all rushed to the target, and gathered in the air into an unparalleled attack trend. The location of the target was instantly engulfed by lightning and flames, and the light of the explosion illuminated the entire sky, like a new sun.

The air around her was trembling due to the huge energy impact. The soldiers in pursuit held their breath and watched the devastating scene intently.

However, when the dragon breath crossed and the blazing lightning was about to engulf the target's figure, she suddenly escaped from danger. She activated her few life-saving accessories and cast a shadow bridge, quickly taking herself away from the impending disaster.

But this did not mean that she was completely out of danger. The wound she had been scratched by Hellebron split again after healing, and blood continued to flow out, staining her already embarrassed robes red.

Her long black hair, which could make a bard sing for a day and a night, became like a messy chicken coop due to the impact of lightning, emitting billowing heat. Her robe was almost burned and tattered, and what was more fatal was that a sharp arrow pierced through her back shoulder, and blood quickly soaked the torn robe. Fortunately, she extinguished the spark before it burned, otherwise the power of the spark would have flowed through her blood like a poisonous snake.

Sulefit was in a worse situation than her.

This loyal Pegasus trembled violently in the air, its wings and body were scorched, and several sharp arrows were deeply embedded in its body. But it still tried its best to lead its master away from this battlefield full of murderous intentions. However, its persistence was close to the limit, and every flap of its wings seemed heavier, as if it would fall from the sky in the next second.

Morathi looked back and was about to exhale and vent her anger. Suddenly, her sharp intuition that had saved her countless times in the past thousand years made every hair on her body stand up suddenly.

The arrow, with an unstoppable momentum, quickly attacked her from the ground. The arrow came too fast, leaving her almost no chance to react. She only had time to blink before the arrow pierced through the air and hit the target, hitting Sulefit's head directly and piercing through it.

Sulefit let out a shrill whine, then lost control, and his body fell rapidly to the ground like a broken kite.

Morathi knew that Sulefit could no longer withstand any impact, and this loyal partner was destined to no longer accompany her. However, she did not mourn, nor did she fall into hysterical roars, because she knew who shot this fatal arrow, and she really didn't have much time to react.

Just as Sulefit was about to fall to the ground, a shadow bridge opened again in the air, taking Morathi's figure out of the arrow's attack range in an instant.

The third wave of attacks has begun, but the target is getting farther and farther...

Not a single arrow was fired during the entire process. Darkus and Elsharion, who had been acting as bystanders, looked at the ground and the figure at the edge of the forest who shot the arrow.

The moment Eltharion saw the target clearly, his eyes widened uncontrollably, and then an expression of disbelief appeared on his face, and Darkus' reaction was not much better...

Splinterwen quickly swept through the forest, pursuing his target, and the figure on the ground disappeared into the forest.

Elsharion, who was still in a state of shock, turned his head stiffly and looked at Darkus. His eyes changed from the previous shock to confirmation and horror. His mouth kept opening and closing. After a while, he asked indifferently. .

"What should I do? He...he...saw me!" (End of Chapter)