Warhammer: Dark Elf

The majestic and magnificent Anaheim is the only city of the high elf kingdom Nagaryth in the New World. It is also the most important military port and the first barrier of Ulsuen Island. Anaheim has experienced countless invasions and plunders for thousands of years but has always stood on the black coast, like a sharp dagger piercing the dark territory of Druchi.

Now, Morathi, the supreme sorceress of Grond, is leading her dark army eastward, determined to take Anaheim and purge Assur's remnants of power in the new world.

Dark clouds gather and chaos descends.

The sea breeze blowing from the vast ocean passed over the towering city of Anaheim and galloped wantonly through the crumbling land. The land is vast and the sky is long. In the distant forest, the grass blades and petals are shaking crazily in the fierce wind of the north. They are separated from the stems and branches, and are swept to the chilling battlefield.

The purple Pegasus battle flag fluttered ferociously in the wind, and columns of Dread Spearmen walked grimly across the plains and appeared on the horizon. A large number of Black Ark pirates and gloomy swordsmen followed closely behind, and their numbers were endless as far as the eye could see.

On both sides of the army, thousands of black sharp crossbowmen cocked their crossbows and advanced slowly in order.

The sky was lead-colored, and under the haze, the war hydra raised its head and spurted blood-red flames, roaring deafeningly.

Farther away on the plains, the cold lizard fear knights and their mounts were restless, their scarlet eyes looking far into the distance, hungry for flesh and blood.

The black dragon that covered the sky and the sun hovered in the sky, and the harpies around it danced and made strange and evil cries.

The Dread Lords under Morathi's command have since spread their terrifying black wings towards their bright brethren, pointing their swords at Anaheim.

The city of Anaheim, which stood in front of the dark elf army, had two gates, the east and west. Morathi dispatched her most powerful high-level sorceress, Calvesish, the lord of Shiladra-Thar City, to lead the city alone. The army attacked the west gate, while she led the rest of the lords, including Hemer, to storm the east gate.

With the right time and right place, the dark elves will give their enemies the punishment they deserve and take back everything that once belonged to them.

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"The slave army has been assembled! Ready!"

"The Reaper Ballista Battalion is on standby!"

"Scouts confirm that the right wing of the front is safe! Awaiting orders!"

"..."

On the front line of the East City Gate, the magnificent city of Anaheim is just around the corner. Helmer rides a dark horse through his troops and takes command, and the shouts of the messengers can be heard endlessly.

It was the first time for Helmer to participate in such a large-scale battle, so he was a little nervous.

But if he can stand out in this battle, he will definitely get more benefits.

The greater the danger, the greater the opportunity.

He looked at the walls of Anaheim in the distance and saw the high elven defenders in gorgeous silver helmets who were standing ready.

The armor of high elves is mostly silver, blue, and white, which is in sharp contrast to the purple and black armor popular among dark elves.

Flags were fluttering on the walls of Anaheim, there were forests of swords, guns, and halberds, and countless bows, crossbows, and machine guns. Thousands of defenders were in their positions, and the messengers hurriedly walked through it.

Opposite them, at the forefront of the dark elf army, Morathi rode the black Pegasus Sulefit, hovering at low altitude.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning fell on the tallest spire in Anaheim, and then slowly lit up the chilling battlefield.

The dim starry sky and the morning sunlight complement each other.

Black clouds are pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it, and the light of armor opens towards the golden scales of the sun!

Morathi raised her hand and pressed down, and more than a dozen messengers issued military orders at the same time: "Slave army, advance!"

Horns sounded from all directions, and slave owners held long whips and began to drive away the ragged slaves.

Thousands of slaves of all races were driven to the front of the Dark Elf army. Their clothes were in rags and in disarray, and most of the weapons in their hands were incomplete or even broken.

These frightened slaves were sandwiched between the two armies in horror, their bodies trembling violently.

But even so, no one dared to escape, because there were countless repeating crossbows pointed at their backs.

Those who run away die through the heart.

"The war needs you, you have no right to ask, either fight or die, or simply fight and die."

This is the fate of dark elf slaves.

Hemer's troops also targeted these slaves, killing them as long as they dared to turn around.

Now he is the Lord of the Dark Elves and knows where he stands.

Since it is a war, there will always be sacrifices. What's more, not to mention this group of slaves, even the dark elves cannot guarantee their survival.

Rather than pity the slaves, it is better to worry more about the soldiers under his command.

Helmer comforted himself.

"Charge! Or die!" The slave owners threatened the slaves who fell behind with whips.

The desperate slaves grabbed the shields and weapons in their hands, pushed the siege tower that was dozens of meters high and flush with the city wall, and slowly advanced towards the Anaheim city wall.

Just after breaking out of a distance of tens of meters, the high elves on the city wall controlled the deadly Eagle Claw Ballista and carried out the first wave of covering strikes.

Dozens of giant eagle-claw crossbow bolts made of mithril and as thick as human arms roared across the battlefield, falling into the slave army and instantly exploding into clouds of blood mist.

Nearly a hundred slaves died in the moment of contact alone.

"It's a ballista." Hemo's eyes fell on the top of the city wall, and he could vaguely see those weapons of war.

The panel gives the data of the Talon Ballista.

Its first characteristic is that it can cause large-scale explosions of shotgun ammunition.

The second is armor-piercing projectiles aimed at heavily armored troops.

"380 range, 139 long-range power. No wonder it can cover nearly half of the battlefield. Comparatively, although the Dark Elf's Reaper Ballista has 13 points more power than the Talon, its range is a full 30 points lower. Normal In a confrontation, the Eagle Claw Ballista with a longer range must have the upper hand. In addition to consuming the energy and ammunition of the defenders, these slaves are also using their lives to buy the thirty points of range for the Reaper Ballista." Helmer came to his senses. Whispering.

Sure enough, after the slaves rushed out about thirty meters, the Reaper ballista behind Hemmer moved.

"Lord, we need the cover of your troops and set up positions!"

The messenger came to convey the military order.

Helmer did not hesitate and waved his hand, "First, the second group of Dread Spearmen advanced about thirty meters to cover the friendly forces and fire."

"go ahead!"

The two hundred-man Dread Spearmen under Hemmer immediately took action, marching forward slowly in an orderly manner, and formed a line and set up shields at a position about thirty meters away for defense.

A group of eight ballistas carried the disassembled parts, set up positions behind them intensively, and then quickly fired more powerful explosive bolts towards the defenders on the walls of Anaheim.

Not long after, the crossbow positions of both sides fired at each other, and the Dread Spearmen were affected, and they were the first to suffer casualties.

Helmer methodically directed the men to drag the wounded soldiers back to the formation for treatment, and at the same time prepared two regiments of gloomy swordsmen to replace the troops in front at any time.

The slave army charging forward continued to advance a short half distance despite rapid casualties.

The noble commander of the high elves on the city wall raised his sword and coldly ordered: "Archers diffuse!"

In an instant, arrows rained down like locusts. The high elf archers drew their longbows to the full moon. When attacking a camp as dense as the slave army, they did not even need to aim, and mechanically drew out barbed arrows. Wind up for high-frequency diffusion.

As the soldiers responded, barbed arrows drew thousands of meteors, passing through the hazy sky and falling into the slave camp. Many slaves were hit by arrows in the wind and sand, and died on their knees.

"From the position of the slave army to the foot of the city wall, there is a distance of about two hundred meters, half of the battlefield. The black sharp crossbowmen and thunder arrow devils are completely unable to cover such a long distance with the rain of arrows."

"The shooting range of the high elves' long-range troops is on average fifty points higher than that of the dark elves of the same level! Even the archers, the most junior long-range troops among the high elves, have a shooting range of 180 meters..."

This extra distance is also the death distance for slaves to be beaten passively...

Looking at the data board, Hemer immediately understood the shortcomings of the dark elf archers facing the high elf archers.

It is precisely for this reason that the standard tactic of the dark elves is to send slaves to rush directly in front of the enemy's troops, and the slaves' lives will be used to make up for the shortcomings in the range. When the slaves were wiped out, the regular troops charged.

"No matter how heavy the losses of the slaves at the front are, they will not be replaced. Their fate is only death..."

Helmer suddenly remembered another notorious race, the Skaven.

The army of the rats is also dominated by the slave army who takes the lead in charging, and they are more thorough than the dark elves. The number of slave rats is often more than that of the regular troops. If the slave rats die, they will have a rat feast to eat them. Their bodies.

Under the cruel war, Hemer's human kindness was insignificant, and he could only silently accept the reality.

Every moment someone will fall in a pool of blood, and human life is as despicable as grass and grass.

When the eight siege towers pressed against the city wall and the drawbridge was lowered, most of the entire slave army had been lost.

In the tower, the leader was a high elf slave.

He used to be a patrol of Nagaryth, and then he was captured by the dark elves during a daily patrol. Even though he survived the hellish life in Quintex City for several years, he never thought that he would end up in this world. Such an identity and method return to the dreamy city of Anaheim.

The whistling arrows were nailed to the baffle of the tower. Through the fence, he saw a phalanx of spears reflecting the cold light.

That is the first line of defense formed by the Silver Light Guards.

Why it came out like this...

He was supposed to be one of the people who stood on top to defend the city, but now he was about to be killed by his compatriots.

He just wants to live, what's wrong with that?

The high elf slave panted rapidly, soaking his dry throat with saliva, and sweat couldn't stop rolling down from the hair on his temples covered with dirt.

When the suspension bridge slowly fell and the sky came into view again, the slave clenched the weathered sword in his hand and charged forward with a roar.

At this moment, whether he is a member of the same race or a dark elf, his racial position no longer matters.

The Assur slave was the first to rush out of the tower. His chest was pierced by three arrows in a row. He ran forward with blood from the corner of his mouth. Then he was stabbed through the heart with a spear by a silver guard and fell from the tower suspension bridge. tens of meters of ground.

The slaves who followed numbly rushed forward, fighting with the silver guards and spearmen, and the continuous slaughter was carried out at every part of the city wall.

The slave armies at the east and west gates rushed to the city wall one after another. Morathi, who was riding a flying horse, immediately ordered the entire army to charge!

The black dragon that covered the sky and the sun suddenly flashed across the sky, and its scarlet dragon eyes were like falling fire from the sky, flying over the heads of Hemo's army and heading towards the city wall.

The high elf commander spotted the incoming dragon and ordered the elite shadow warriors on standby to fire a volley.

At the same time, several Eagle Claw Ballistas urgently aimed their spearheads and fired armor-piercing arrows at the black dragon.

Whoosh whoosh! !

Although it is huge, the black dragon is not bulky. It flutters its wings and nimbly avoids the powerful but slow armor-piercing arrows. The barbed arrows shot by the shadow warriors are not worthy of the black dragon's attention at all. They shoot at the black dragon's hard dragon body. There was a tinkling sound on the scales, but not even a trace was left.

The black dragon quickly approached the city wall, opened its bloody mouth full of fangs, and spit out strong corrosive dragon breath at the shadow warriors and archers.

Dozens of warriors and their armor were eroded into thick water. Immediately afterwards, the black dragon's fortress-like figure suddenly fell into the crowd, and the cracks under its feet spread like spider webs. It rushed around like no one was there.

Following the black dragon, a group of harpies and a dozen manticores charged at the defenders from high altitude.

The advisor's voice warning that the enemy's army was collapsing sounded one after another in Hemel's ears.

Morathi rode a flying horse and waved her staff in the sky, "Now rush into the city wall and plunder! Go and kill! Go and take back everything that belongs to you!"

As soon as the words fell, the dark elf army burst into cheers that resounded through the sky, and charged like a torrent under the cover of the Eagle Claw Ballista.

The Cold Lizard chariot and the Disaster Walker chariot ran at high speed through the battlefield covered with corpses. The shadow warriors on the vehicle screamed with excitement and fired continuously at the city wall with their crossbow bolts. The war hydra trampled on the ground and broke through the city gate.

The gloomy swordsmen and the fearful spearmen poured into the passage like a tide, and started a bloody fight with the spearmen and silver guards who were waiting in formation.

The Witch Spirit and the Sisters of Calamity Song wielded daggers to slaughter all the slaves that had not been killed by the high elves, and then jumped into the city wall on their corpses. The two daggers danced like the wind, causing a bloody storm.

Hemo understands that talking about tactics now is nonsense. Just search for F1F3 and that’s it.

"There are no assists. This is the main attack. Charge with me!" Hemo pulled out his long sword, waved to the impatient army behind him, and then jumped on his horse to kill towards the city wall.

The city gate had been broken, and the situation of the high elves was in danger. At this time, Hemer heard a sharp eagle roar coming from the city of Anaheim.

The black-haired Shadow King Aris carried his moon bow given by the elf goddess Lilith and flew up to the city wall on a giant eagle. He stood on top of the giant eagle, drew the bowstring and pointed at a manticore. Shoot arrows.

Bang!

The thunderous sound of broken strings shook the eardrums, and then everyone saw the huge manticore being forcefully repelled by the arrows, slamming into the wall, struggling and letting out painful whines. A large hole was completely drilled through its left wing, and blood splattered all over the ground.

"Kill all these dark traitors and push their corpses off the city wall!"

As the Shadow King raised his arms, the soldiers became angry and their morale soared.

"Destroy these beasts. The city of Anaheim is ours and no one can take it away!"

Nagaryth's follow-up troops, the Shadow Walkers Chapter, the Gate Guards, the Gray Shadow Men and many other elites were thrown into the battlefield, fighting bloody battles with the invading Dark Elf army everywhere.