Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

No new bottles with old wine, no changing the soup but not the medicine, just the same recipe, the same taste; pure recipe, pure taste, old jar...

This is the third time that Daquus has stood here. The first time was when he passed by Gorond when he came back from the dangerous peaks, and the second time was during the Battle of Gorond.

The second time, the army that came to support Duruchi changed from marching formation to battle formation under the command of Newkel. The Chaos Wave was located in the northeast of Gorond and was not fully deployed. After dealing with a small number of raider riders who came to harass, the reinforcements surrounded the harassing troops of the Chaos Wave with the defenders in the city, commonly known as: cutting the back row and making dumplings.

When the Chaos Wave was defeated, the reinforcements began to camp at the high point southwest of Gorond. There was no chaotic battle outside the city of Gorond, and even the reinforcements and supplies that Gorond urgently needed were sent in.

The third time was obviously different from the second time, because the Chaos Wave was not located in the northeast of Gorond this time, but was entrenched in the city of Gorond.

The two poles were reversed!

The enemy was not a fool. After knowing that the Duruchi army was setting up camp, they would definitely come for a while. This was inevitable, routine, and absolute, because the opponent was the Chaos Wave.

So, a messy battle started in the second half of the night.

Newker was not a fool either. He certainly knew that when the army was setting up camp, the Chaos Wave would definitely take this opportunity to attack. Therefore, he adjusted the speed of the march, and when the vanguard army arrived in Gorond, it was just in the first half of the night. After getting in position, they directly pulled the resources from Nagaron to erect them, making the Chaos Wave think that the army was setting up camp, but in fact, they were setting traps...

A certain general led the cavalry to attack the enemy camp at night. When they rushed to the main tent of the central army, they found that the camp was empty. In an instant, gongs and drums were blaring, firecrackers were blasting, red flags were flying, and there were crowds of people. The ambushing troops rushed out from both sides and surrounded the raiding party. At this time, the general must have said that classic line.

It also has a bit of the flavor of Tianlu tactics.

The core is to use the night, the night vision and night combat capabilities of the elves, the height difference of the terrain, the high organization of Druki, and the low organization of the Chaos Wave. Druki did not confront the Chaos Wave head-on, but gave the trap to the Chaos Wave, making the northerners go from fanaticism to confusion, and then from confusion to being caught off guard.

Duruchi set up a defensive line similar to the shape of a concave letter, allowing the Chaos Wave to rush in, crash in, bump around in the maze, eat up in small bites, and make the trap a meat grinder for the Chaos Wave.

The Chaos Wave is terrible when combined, and can give full play to the human wave tactics. As for the separated ones... it is also terrible for the Empire's army, but for Duruchi, it is just a dish that needs to be dealt with with a little more care.

It is important to know yourself. It is Dacus's creed. He knows his military accomplishments. There is no problem in commanding a small force, but he has no idea about commanding a large army. Organizing a large army is no problem for him at all. He knows how to do it, and he has succeeded. In his cognition, his top three skills are mouth cannon, shaking people and management. Martial arts and military command have to be put a little behind.

He didn't know how to comment on this. He used his limited military literacy to imagine a situation. On the way to the march, the Duruchi army camped in the first half of the night, and after recuperating, they set out in the second half of the night. At noon, they arrived at Gorond and fought a small-scale battle with the Chaos Wave entrenched in the city of Gorond, and dragged it to the military camp to support it.

In his cognition, the combined Chaos Wave was terrible, like a tide, with wave after wave of impact, and perhaps various situations would occur at that time.

Since he could consider it, Newker, as an old soldier, would definitely consider it. Newker didn't do this. There was a taste of I predicted the opponent's prediction and predicted it on the opponent's prediction.

In Newker's words: I know them. Such a group is not gathered together through training or discipline. It is a clumsy weapon, and its war leader is quite fragile to use. If the leader dies or loses control, such a group will kill each other like a group of mad dogs.

Dacus deeply agrees with this, because in his cognition, Chaos believers are like this. As a result, the Chaos believers who rushed into the trap later directly staged a chicken-eating competition. It doesn't matter if they can't see the elves, there are other warbands and tribes. For Chaos believers, killing anyone is killing, as long as they can kill, as long as they can please the gods. (I missed a paragraph yesterday)

Putting aside family affection, he believes in Newker's military accomplishment. Since Newker was appointed as the commander-in-chief, he doesn't want to say much. It's not his character to point fingers and complain. This is not the place for him to say a few more words or add a few words. All he has to do is sit here quietly and wait for Newker's orders.

So, a messy battle started in the second half of the night.

Druchi has the capital to play like this. Before the raider appeared, Duruchi had dark Pegasus and manticores. Now the raider has replaced the flying creatures. Among the nineteen assault ships, three are on standby, and the other sixteen are divided into four groups, which take off and land once every fifteen minutes. The observation officer on the assault ship will tell Newcker about the battlefield situation. The battlefield information is updated very quickly, which is equivalent to opening the entire map in disguise. Newcker will deploy troops based on the refreshed information.

Yager was sent out in this way, controlling the war hydra and leading a hundred-man team of reinforcements to assist in defense and plug the gap.

Originally, there were many Dread Lords in the tent, but as the battle continued, they were sent out one after another. Now there are only a few Dread Lords who have not received orders, including Daquus, Draka, etc. Those who can come have come, and those who can't come will not come. Malekith did not come, but Kolan and some black guards were sent.

Rakkas, who was also a high-level beast tamer, did not come because he died, died. He was caught in the storm and died in the council hall of the Black Tower of Malekith in Naggarond. Duruchi ushered in a new era, and the Thousand Devouring Family of Karonde Kar became a thing of the past.

After hearing the news, Dacus sighed, and then nothing happened. He and Lacas had a lot of accounts to settle, such as attacking him during the Sinister Peaks, spreading rumors that he was Malekith's son, etc., which made it seem insignificant that he used Lacas's name to cheat during the trial.

Result...

Politics and standing in line are cruel.

From the other side's perspective, he understood why Lacas did this. In other aspects, Lacas should be a hotshot at this time, a popular person in front of Malekith, responsible for hatching and training Seraphim?

But... with his appearance, everything changed. Jealousy, anger, unwillingness and other negative emotions catalyzed Lacas, and when he was still doing something, Lacas died.

Talents and so on... Dacus did not think that Naggaroth had no talents, what was lacking was an opportunity for talents to show themselves and prove themselves. With the rapid increase in population and the establishment of a system, there will always be what should be there.

The warlocks were organized by Anasara to stage a battle between sisters, that is, a battle of magic.

Another two-level reversal. The last battle of Gorond was Morathi and Anasara fighting side by side against the tide of chaos. Now...

As the battlefield information was refreshed again, Newkor slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and looked at Kolan.

"It's time."

"So?" Kolan, leaning on the halberd, nodded carelessly.

"Send out the Black Guards, and send some of them here." Newkle said, pointing to a point on the map. When Koulan stood up and saluted, he looked at Hadris again, "You are responsible for covering the flank of the Black Guards and advancing in coordination."

"You lead another part of the Black Guards to attack from here."

"You are responsible for covering the flank of the Black Guards."

"You! Attack like last time! When the signal appears, cut the enemy in half."

When Newkle issued one order after another, Dacus lowered his head and looked at the map. Newkle's strategy was to make a small left hook in the trap to eat some of the Yankees who went deep into the trap, relieve the pressure in the middle, and then make a slightly larger right hook to block the Yankees who were still wandering in the trap and digest them, and then...

Druchi didn't have the concept of celebrating the New Year, let alone eating dumplings, but this didn't prevent Newkle from making dumplings.

"I have already greeted it, but you still need to pay more attention. It... is not very happy. You know its temper." Dacus spread his hands, shrugged, and said to Celile in a helpless and slightly joking tone.

"I know." Celile raised an excited smile, then nodded, with a flash of eagerness in his eyes. He turned and left the tent, his steps brisk as if he couldn't wait to meet the next challenge, and as if he couldn't wait to see his old lover.

"You two stay here and learn more." After watching a group of people leave, Dacus first glanced at Karahir and Bel-Aihor who looked at him, and then raised his head to Newkle who walked to the blanket and prepared to take a nap. Newkle nodded in understanding. After confirming that everyone understood his intention, he also stepped out of the tent, leaving only silence and the flickering firelight in the tent.

Newkle had played all the cards in his hand, and the next step was to receive information and send signals.

Outside the tent, the night was filled with a clamor. The low sound of the horn rose and fell, tearing the silent cold night, as if the call of darkness was calling every warrior to the battlefield.

As the vanguard, the cold lizard knights, wearing armor, rode on huge armored cold lizards and advanced forward. The armor plates flickered coldly under the weak firelight, and every step brought a slight tremor to the earth. They were like sharp spears, cutting through the darkness in front and entering the darkness, waiting for the opportunity to give the chaos wave a fatal blow.

Then the dark riders who were on standby and responsible for covering the flanks of the cold lizard knights moved, and the horses' hooves stepped on the cold ground to make a neat and powerful rhythm. They passed by the two wings of the cold lizard knights, and the spears and scimitars in their hands reflected the sharp cold light. The crossbow boxes behind them were filled with deadly crossbow arrows, as if ready to take lives in the shadows at any time.

And farther away, neat infantry phalanxes were moving, some followed the cavalry, and some fell into the trap. The friction of armor and the steady footsteps intertwined together, like a torrent of steel, trying to crush all blocking forces.

Not far away, troops who have not been assigned combat missions are setting up camp. The soldiers' movements are quick and precise, and the camps they set up are spread out in an orderly manner like an endless tide. The bonfire was lit, dispelling some of the chill. The steam from the iron pot floated over the camp. The whispers and orders of the soldiers were mixed with the neighing of the horses, painting a grand picture of final preparations for war.

When the marching infantry saw the figure of Darkus, they did not stop in unison, but they raised their spears, scimitars or battle flags high to show respect for the hand of the Witch King. . Their faces were full of solemnity and fanaticism, and their eyes burned with dark loyalty and eager victory.

Darkus, who was wearing armor, showed pride and confidence in his movements. He raised his arms, slowly greeted the soldiers, and responded to the soldiers' salutes. His figure looked particularly tall in the firelight and night, and every movement seemed to inject new power into this dark army.

When the infantry phalanx left, Darkus and Vranais walked deeper into the camp, while Vetier stayed in the tent and was responsible for protecting Newkel with Keslay. After all, Newkel is HQ, and he is fooling around. Don't let him go around and come back, and his house is stolen, so this...

In the camp shrouded in darkness, he and Franais walked side by side in silence. The hustle and bustle of the camp was gradually left behind. Their footsteps were gentle and steady, reflecting the slightly cold air of the night.

The bonfire crackled occasionally in the distance, and little sparks jumped into the darkness.

They walked through the neatly arranged tents and bonfires and came to a facility that seemed particularly awkward. A large urn wrapped in layers of thick cotton cloth occupies the center of the place. Burning firewood is piled next to the urn. The firelight reflects the cotton cloth around the urn, flashing orange light slightly.

All this makes the urn appear mysterious and strange, giving off an unsettling aura.

But this is not a stew utensil, there is no fragrance, there is no sound of boiling water, and it is not a thing of the Cain sect. In terms of shape, the large urn is more like a kang. There is a compartment below the urn. When the giant snake in the urn is not turned into snake soup, the burning firewood will provide warmth to the giant snake.

Darkus slowly walked up the steps. When he reached the top, he lowered his head and looked into the urn. Inside the urn, a giant snake with an exaggerated size was curled up, covered with thick scales, and its huge body was coiled, almost occupying the entire internal space of the urn. The giant snake seemed to have sensed his arrival, its scarlet eyes flashed with an indescribable light, Nobuko kept spitting out, and there was a low-frequency tremor in the air, which made the ignorant tremble.

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"What? You can smell the stench of Chaos from so far away?"

The corner of his mouth curled up, and a playful light flashed in his eyes. He stretched out a hand and tapped it lightly, as if teasing the giant beast in front of him. He is good at coiling snakes, and he is not only good at coiling snakes, but also good at being coiled by snakes, but he is not good at riding on the back of snakes.

The giant snake leaned back slightly, and every scale on its body moved and trembled for a moment. Then it suddenly leaned closer, trying to respond to this strange movement. Its tongue swung rapidly, like a precise probe, sniffing out the scent of Darkus.

"You said...will it enjoy the delicious food in a while?"

After playing for a while, Darkus turned his head and his eyes fell on Franais, who was standing quietly aside. His eyes were half-smiling, and there was a hint of hope in his tone.

"Should?" Franais was stunned for a moment, his eyes turned to the giant snake in the urn, the expression on his face became serious due to thinking. He responded in a low voice with a slightly hesitant tone, full of uncertainty and a hint of curiosity. After taking a deep breath, he added, "Even if there is none for a while, there will be there next. After all, there is no shortage of delicious food in Golond City."

Darkus smiled and pointed at Franais without saying anything else.

When Darkus and Malekith discovered the land vehicle in Chapeiuto, they discussed things like fish tanks, like how to put deep-sea behemoths in fish tanks when they were on land. When there is a need for combat, activate the land cruiser and let the deep-sea behemoths emerge from the fish tank. Both he and Malekith knew this was unrealistic, and the discussion that unfolded was more of a joke, but it was indeed enlightening...

Darkus, who returned from the Lustria continent, brought back three giant snakes, two of which were still kept on the Malicious Temple. As for the one in front of him, he brought it over. I went to see Aris because of this matter, of course, there were other things.

The giant snake is great. He can keep the giant snake in the snake pit like the Sotek sect, and let the Druch children visit it while telling the children the price of believing in the dark gods. When the children are still young, put a stamp on their minds: Belief in chaos is not good, Uncle Duck doesn’t like it, and he wants to feed the snakes!

Darkos doesn't like killing, dismembering or anything like that. After the trial, the captured Chaos believers have only one way to die, which is more realistic than crushing their bones and scattering ashes.

In addition to sacrifices, Naggaroth also has serpent-men who believe in Sotek, and they need giant snakes and a belief system.

In addition, in his understanding, when the ancient saints' belief system existed, the appearance of Sotek would undoubtedly increase the instability of lizardman society, and the ancient saints never played useless cards.

As for the specifics...he, a beggar version of the ancient saint, didn't know that Sotek was unable to communicate normally. There are some things that we won't know until Sotek evolves or Master Ke resurrects him.

But this did not prevent him from exploring, such as feeding Sotek something, preparing some tonic. Snakes, swallowing, digesting, what if...

The signal of the lantern was transmitted one by one in the column, and the army slowly and carefully arranged the battle line behind a long, wooded ridge. The shelter of darkness and the closed lanterns became invaluable treasures, accurately guiding each century and each flag to their respective positions, minimizing confusion. However, this process was not completed quickly. It had been nearly half an hour since the army was ready. Fortunately, Newker had left enough time to prepare.

Next, all you can do is wait quietly, watching the two moons slowly cross the night sky and the fire in the city of Gorond in the distance.

The waiting time is extremely long.

Every nerve of Draka was tense, and he tried his best to concentrate his senses, trying to capture any possible signs of alarm. Intellectually, he knew that he was too far away from the enemy and it was impossible to hear any sound except the horn, but his anxious mood made it difficult for him to calm down.

The knights twisted uneasily on the saddles, and the friction between leather and armor sounded like thunder in the silent night. The muzzled cold lizard grumbled in dissatisfaction, and its huge hind legs stomped heavily on the ground, making a dull sound.

Although everyone took cautious measures, the subtle metal collision sound still came from the weapons and harnesses, which made people feel uneasy. Time passed little by little, and half an hour later, Draka noticed that his fingertips became stiff and numb due to holding the reins for a long time. He took a deep breath, forced himself to relax, slowly loosened his sore hands, and poured out the steam from the armor to warm his numb hands.

Finally, the long-awaited signal came.

Draka turned his head and looked to both sides as he did in the last battle of Gorond, his eyes swept from the near to the edge of the flag at the end of the flank, and the formation of knights and riders extended several kilometers to both sides.

This is not an exaggeration. If the width of the horse, the width of the lizard and the distance between them are calculated as two meters, a hundred-man team arranged in two vertical rows will occupy a battlefield width of one hundred meters, and ten hundred-man teams will be one kilometer.

This is the width, not the depth.

So, in some novels, what three thousand cavalrymen throw javelins at the same time...

On his right, the knights of the family that will no longer belong to him sit on the saddle of the cold lizard, check the reins and stirrups, and silently draw their weapons. The weapons shine silver in the moonlight.

Behind them are the staggered cold lizard chariots and disaster walker chariots. After the knights in front complete the breakthrough, they harvest and slaughter. As for the flanks close to Gorond, they are left to the dark riders. Further behind are the neatly arranged infantrymen who are responsible for following up and encircling the prey in the trap during the battle.

"Remember, we are the tip of the spear! Chariots and cavalry will undertake the main task of slaughter. We have only one goal, to break through at all costs! Do you understand?"

Draka's face was fierce and his eyes were sharp as a blade, but his words were full of sighs. He knew that this was the last time he would fight side by side with the family knights. In the future... but he did not say these words.

The sighs and feelings only stayed at that moment. After confirming that the order had been conveyed correctly, he nodded and sat up straight. His eyes swept across the entire battle line, feeling the warriors waiting for his next words in silence and nervously. The knights in armor, the infantry holding weapons, and the chariot riders all cast their eyes on him, as if every heart beat in resonance with his will.

A smile appeared at the corner of Draka's mouth, feeling the shock and pleasure brought by power. He slowly raised his sword, and the blade flashed cold light in the moonlight. His eyes locked on the top of the hill, and then the sword drew a sharp arc.

"Forward!" He ordered in a low voice, but the sound was like thunder.

The dumplings started to be made, and Dacus, who had other tasks, also took off. This is why the big guy was unhappy. (End of this chapter)