The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 240 The coming of Noldor

Author: Bamboo Basket Frame Water

Chapter 240 The coming of Noldor

Under the devastating offensive of Lady Mist, the gods of the Fierce Lion Realm were almost without any suspense submerged by the endless Milky Way.

The battle between the gods has ended, but the disputes in the mortal world are still continuing. The natives of Pendor still have not given up the war with the elves:

"Kill the winged Noldor, kill him!"

Ulric, the king of the Fierce Lion Realm, was currently wearing full plate armor, and his gray-haired and embarrassed face showed no sign of the majesty of a king.

He didn't know the difference between Rohan and the Noldor elves, and he didn't even know enough about the two elven races, but he didn't care, because now he just wanted to kill this elf quickly!

Upon hearing the king's order, the soldiers of the Lion Realm who survived the bombardment raised their muskets and pointed them at Rohan, who was floating in mid-air.

Looking at the dense muzzles around him, Lohan hurriedly flapped his wings behind him and left, while constantly maneuvering to avoid them in the air.

As the chosen one, he could catch bullets with his body, but with so many muskets firing at the same time, it would be easy for him to be beaten to a bloody head.

After all, why bother trying to catch him face to face when you can obviously avoid it? Is it just to show off?

Bang bang bang——

A series of gunshots came from behind, and Luohan hurriedly jumped up in the air to dodge all the musket lead bullets.

"Don't run! Come down and fight me to the death if you can, you damn pointed ears! Slave trader! Scammer! Opportunistic horse thief!"

Seeing Rohan flying further and further away, Ulric waved the long sword in his hand feebly while cursing uncontrollably in his mouth.

According to the rules among nobles, this kind of insult of personal attack is enough to make any noble feel humiliated and initiate a duel.

It's a pity, how could such insulting words without family members have an impact on Lohan, who has "psychic immunity"?

Naturally, he heard the curses coming from behind, but such intense insults only made him feel calm, and he even murmured with a smile:

"Come on, the planned goals have almost been completed. Now it's time to wait for the follow-up troops to arrive...biu~biu~biu~"

After saying that, he pointed his finger at the anti-aircraft turret behind the city wall of Lion City below. Black flames slowly gathered at Rohan's fingertips, casting 'death roses' towards these wooden turrets!

Seeing the black sparks slowly falling towards the ballista position below, Luo Han couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, then touched his sleepy head and flew out of the city.

Since [Hellfire] consumes Rohan's mental power, Rohan basically never used this magic on the battlefield in [Warhammer World].

After all, he is still not strong enough to walk sideways in [Warhammer World]. Once he is caught in an anxious hand-to-hand battle, his lack of mental power can be quite fatal.

Only the Witch King, whose physical and mental strength has reached the peak of the elves, can use [Hellfire] unscrupulously on the battlefield.

Although Rohan is still unable to use black magic as freely as the Witch King, he can still summon hundreds of sparks with a diameter of no more than one centimeter.

"Look, what is that in the sky?"

As the death roses all over the sky slowly fell, the Lion Realm sentries who had been shaken to pieces by the bombardment hurriedly pointed to the sky.

Countless sparks began to spread towards the entire city, no matter it was the fort, the armory, or even each fort!

A halberdier of the Fierce Lion Realm with full plate armor boldly caught a black petal with his iron gauntlet. Feeling the warmth coming from his fingertips, he couldn't help but taunted:

"It seems that the elf's magic has failed. These flames look completely harmless?"

"I advise you to be careful. This is the magic of the elves after all. You'd better take off your gauntlet quickly. Be careful of the danger."

Another lion knight who survived the bombardment offered good advice. He had personally experienced half of the city being destroyed, so he was particularly wary of the elves' magic.

Looking at the black sparks falling on the turret around him, the halberdier also began to feel the low temperature slowly roasting his palms, so he carefully took off the gauntlet.

"Well, now that you say so... Oops!"

boom--

Suddenly, there was a violent explosion from a fort in the distance, followed by a burst of dim black firelight exploding in all directions, like fireworks blooming in hell.

The flames instantly engulfed the surrounding forts and soldiers. Some soldiers who were unfortunately burned by the black flames immediately screamed and asked for help from their comrades around them:

"Help!"

"Get down on the ground, I'm going to get a bucket!"

Several comrades in the same military camp hurriedly brought buckets and prepared to put out the flames on the unlucky soldier, but they did not know how serious the consequences would be.

At the same time, King Ulric had put on a brand new set of plate armor and crown, and left the palace arrogantly, pointing at the exploding fort in the distance and angrily yelled:

"What's going on? The elves didn't launch an attack, so why did they suddenly destroy a fort? The fort I spent so much money to build was not just for you to blow up!"

"Your Majesty, judging from the situation, it should be an explosion caused by the gunpowder barrel being ignited. It should not be an attack launched by the elves."

A supervisor came to the king in fear. He did not dare to draw out the king's anger on himself under such circumstances, so he directly put all the responsibility on the soldiers.

Upon hearing this, Ulric immediately looked dissatisfied at the soldiers who were putting out the fire in the distance, and muttered:

"What a bunch of clumsy peasant soldiers. Let me just say, such sophisticated weapons should not be handed over to peasants for use!"

At this time, he seemed to have completely forgotten the embarrassment of hiding when Rohan was fighting Mordred. Instead, he regained his usual arrogance and said to the supervisor:

"Let's go over there and see..."

"Whoaaah!"

"Ahhhh——"

Before he finished speaking, there were sudden bursts of exclamations from the distance, followed by heart-wrenching screams, which made the nobles present feel horrified.

I saw soldiers in the distance running away in panic, and behind them, dozens of soldiers were lying in pain and wailing in the spreading disaster.

Even from a great distance, King Ulric could still see the black flames eroding the flesh and blood of the soldiers and burning their bones!

What's even more frightening is that because the soldiers knocked over the buckets in panic, this evil flame is still spreading to all directions at an alarming speed!

Ulric's expression changed drastically when he saw this. He looked at the soldiers who were covered in black flames and running towards us wailing. He was so frightened that he hurriedly roared:

"Hurry! Go back to the palace quickly, don't let those soldiers contaminated with black fire come over!"

Then he directly pushed away the unlucky manager who was blocking the way, and ran decisively towards the palace gate that was slowly closing behind him.

"Quickly, kill those soldiers who were ignited by the black fire. Don't let them continue to spread the flames on their bodies!"

After receiving the order, the soldiers on the city wall also raised their crossbows and muskets, and kept shooting at the soldiers who were ignited by the hellfire.

Dozens of soldiers who were wailing because they were ignited by black fire were immediately killed by their own guns. When others saw this, they were so frightened that they ran towards the outer city.

However, compared to houses made entirely of marble and bricks, civilians living in wooden houses in the outer city are not so lucky.

For a time, the entire Lion City fell into unimaginable chaos...

————At the same time, Changhe Town

"Continue the attack. Blow down the city walls and use flamethrowers to burn all those who try to resist!"

Following Daario's merciless orders, terrifying pillars of orange-red fire immediately spurted out from the hands of the heavily armored elf warriors and rushed towards the Changhe garrison who were trying to form a shield wall.

"Hahaha, this is much more fun than magic!"

"Look at the pain of these short-lived species. I just like to watch them turn into ashes."

"Ah~ The smell of barbecue in the air, mixed with charcoal, makes me so satisfied~"

…

Letting the rain of human arrows fall on their dragon-skin armor, the fire-breathing warriors looked at the Changhe garrison who was wailing in pain under the flames, their faces under the masks full of ferocious looks.

Since Drukhi society strictly prohibits male elves from learning magic, when Rohan recruited artillery and flamethrowers from the entire army, almost all the elven warriors signed up enthusiastically.

After all, this is how they can quickly learn and master methods of killing enemies on a large scale without learning magic.

"Kill those humans and use their blood and souls to honor Lady Mist!"

With the assistance of the fire-breathing soldiers, hundreds of Silver Mist guards quickly passed through the gap in the city wall, grinning ferociously and rushed towards the unresponsive defenders, waving their halberds wildly.

Many Changhe garrison hurriedly raised their shields and swords to join the battle. However, they soon discovered the gap in weapons, equipment and combat skills between the two:

"Block them and push them into the gap!"

The horn of Changhe Town summoned the rangers to continuously pull their bowstrings, trying to shoot the Silver Mist guards who had broken into the city, and cooperated with the defenders to fight back.

咻咻咻~

Arrows that were accurate enough to rival those of Asur Elf archers flew out from the bowstrings of these rangers, flying straight towards the Silver Mist Guards in the distance.

Seeing the defenseless appearance of the Silver Mist Hunters, the ranger's lips curved into a cold smile.

Every ranger is a superb archer. Even the noble archers of the Noldor elves may fall on them, let alone these defenseless pointed ears.

We have collected your heads!

However, soon, the confident smiles on the faces of the rangers disappeared, replaced by a look of surprise:

"How...how is it possible?"

I saw that the arrow I shot staggered away from its target as if it was moved by invisible hands, and fell to the ground feebly.

Even if the arrow is lucky enough to hit the Silver Mist Guard's armor, it will be easily deflected by the silver plate armor blessed by Lady Mist, posing no threat at all!

"Impossible! Even the armor of the Noldor elves cannot resist my arrows. Why does it fail on these elves?!"

Seeing that his position had been exposed, the ranger hurriedly retreated to his bunker, and then looked at the compound bow in his hand with confusion.

You must know that even if you look at the entire continent, due to the power of [God of Bows and Arrows, Ulvit], even hard armor will be penetrated by arrows.

Even the heavy plate armor of the Noldor elves will be penetrated by the most elite archers with heavy bows. Only the rune plate armor of the Noldor nobles and lords can withstand it.

Are all those elves wearing rune plate armor?

Such luxury?!

After suppressing the exclamation in his heart, the rangers turned their attention to the fire-breathing soldiers who were spraying flames, and once again began to bend their bows and arrows.

"I don't believe you can all be equipped with rune armor!"

Phew~

Another arrow was shot, and what surprised him was that this time not only was there no hateful fog blocking his sight, nor was the arrow bounced away.

Under the excited gaze of the ranger, the arrow accurately hit the fire-breathing elf's chest, and then nailed it to the opponent's chest!

The elf warrior who was controlling the flamethrower to burn immediately took a few steps back due to the strength of the arrow, and his body became shaky, as if he could not bear the force.

"Did you make it?"

Looking at the shaky figure of the elf, the ranger poked half of his head out excitedly, not noticing at all that a silver gun muzzle was pointed at him hundreds of meters away.

Pa~

After a gunshot, Ange silently pulled the gun bolt in his hand. After looking at a mass of blood exploding behind the bunker in the distance, he quickly came to the flamethrower, helped him up and asked:

"So, this is a fireproof suit made of the skin and bones of the Ash Dragon. It shouldn't kill you on the spot, right?"

"Ahem, don't worry, this arrow hit the keel plate just right. I just feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach."

The fire-breathing elf ripped off the arrow stuck in his chest, and then took off the helmet and mask that covered the entire head, revealing the image of the blond elf.

It’s Lisa Dilan whom I haven’t seen in a long time!

Rissadilan looked at the arrow in his hand, and after confirming that he was not injured by the arrow, he couldn't help but sigh, and then came to rest behind a pile of ruins.

After taking out a water bag and taking a few gulps of ice water to cool down, Risa Dilan looked at the Druchi elf not far away who was still screaming and breathing fire, and couldn't help but sigh:

"Aren't they hot? I felt hot all over after just spraying for a while. I wanted to find a fountain to cool down right away."

"Hahaha, after all, they have only been able to spray wooden targets all the time. It is difficult for them to be able to engage in actual combat. They must have a blast at once."

Ange also took out the kettle, looked at the Silver Mist guards who were about to attack the central square in the distance, raised his gun again and said:

"Stop fishing, our mission is to capture this city today, don't keep Lord Rohan waiting."

"I know~ Even if it's to fight against the evil god, why are you so anxious to unify Pandor...wait!"

Seeing his best friend moving again, Rissadilan had no choice but to prepare to put on his helmet, but then his sharp ears twitched and he looked out of the city in surprise.

Ange, who was about to set off, saw Lisa Dilan stop, and when he was about to step forward to ask about the situation, he suddenly heard the other party shouting in surprise:

"It's the horn sound exclusive to the Noldor army! It seems to be Lord Aldarion. He is not an easy elf to get along with!"

"The Noldor? Are they going to war with us?"

At the same time, Dario, who was the commander outside the city, also received the notice from the scouts, so he looked at the black forest with a serious face and shouted loudly:

"Turn the muzzle, all artillery is ready for battle!"

(End of chapter)