Warhammer: Dark Elf

One night passed and the rain stopped.

The bright winter sun breaks through the haze and falls on the huge Anaheim.

The once glorious palaces were reduced to ruins, and the criss-crossing streets were a mess of blood and flesh, better than hell on earth.

Suddenly, an eardrum-shattering sound broke the dead silence of heaven and earth, and the roar of the black dragon resounded through the sky.

The strange screams of ferocious beasts and banshees came from far and near in the sky of the outer city. Fear turned into a rough boulder and pressed on the chests of the defenders of the Kingdom of Nagaryth. They hurriedly got up from the streets of the inner city. , grabbed their weapons and shields and rushed to the inner city wall to hold their positions under the leadership of their respective commanders.

In the early morning, the vast ocean surface is sparkling, and the floating light is golden.

Between the balcony railings of the Lord's Tower in Anaheim, the decorative crystals glowed dimly in the early sunlight.

Overlooking the entire city from here, all you can see are collapsed ruins, dead bodies on the ground, battle flags trembling in the wind, and bonfire smoke breathing hot breath.

The ruler of the Kingdom of Nagaryth, Shadow King Aris Annar, dressed in military uniform and holding the Bow of the Moon, walked out of the palace. The scene in front of him brought back some memories: in this morning sun that symbolized glory, there once was a glorious country standing on the vast land in the north of Ulthuan Island. He vaguely remembered that it was also on such a day, The eldest son of the first high elf betrayed his people. Whether he comes back or not, Nagaryth, who is reborn today, will never give in.

If Hei Ah dares to set foot on this land, then Aris will make these traitors pay a painful price and make them remember it hard so that they will not come back.

This is the last dawn of the high elves in Anaheim. From then on, this place was no longer prosperous and sacred.

Aris stood on the balcony and blew a loud whistle.

The sharp cry of an eagle filled the air, and a huge bird suddenly rushed across the balcony. The Shadow King jumped up quickly and stood firmly on the head of the eagle. Then the giant eagle quickly flew across the inner city, passing through the smoke-filled city. On the battlefield, on the other side of the sky, the Supreme Queen of Grond had been waiting for him on a black Pegasus.

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Dozens of Reaper ballistae fired in unison, roaring like the bow of a god, and explosive bolts fell on the towering inner wall one after another, bursting into brilliant and deadly fireworks, harvesting the lives of the defenders.

Nearly ten thousand slaves were forced onto the battlefield. The day before they were proud citizens of Anaheim, but now they were driven by the Dark Elf army to attack their compatriots and homes.

No one resisted, and those who dared to resist were sacrificed to Kane by the priests of the Joy Cult this morning.

The slave owners' whips and fear drove the slaves to grab weapons and charge towards the inner city wall under the cover of ballistae.

The defenders on the city wall were not lenient, and aimed at their former relatives and friends, they fired deadly arrows that would even cover the sun.

The shadow of death once again enveloped this glorious city, and dramas of fratricide were staged everywhere.

Dark Elf Camp.

Helmer put on his armor, tightened his belt, hugged the Dread Lord's helmet, and moved his left arm without feeling any pain.

Yesterday, he not only used life magic to completely heal his own injuries, but also saved the lives of more than forty seriously injured soldiers with Alleria. After a good night's sleep, I am now in perfect condition and firing on all cylinders.

He came out of the camp and saw Eladen and his army. Seeing Hemmer coming, they all turned around, raised their weapons and shouted, eager to join the battlefield.

Hemer never expected to become the lord of these dark elves, but he fought and they followed. The feeling of a heavy burden on my shoulders, the feeling that more than 500 people present were eagerly awaiting every word he said. They are waiting for themselves to speak, what to say...

The sea breeze mixed with the smell of gunpowder smoke blew over his cheeks. Hemo put on his pocket and took a deep breath. Then he pulled out the long sword from his waist and held it high in front of him. "Everyone, the high elves' defenders on the opposite side are at the end of their crossbows. Today we are We will annihilate the stubborn enemies and regain the Black Coast for Druchi. Whether it is them or us, too many people have died for this. It is time to end this war. Now success or failure depends on this one move. You will work hard with me. Move forward. If someone unfortunately dies on the battlefield, I, Hemo, will not leave your soul behind. After this battle, we will go home together!"

Hemo held on to the black horse's saddle and jumped on, then ordered his soldiers: "Let's go!"

When he rushed out of the camp, black weapons stood like a forest, and the soldiers let out a roar that resounded high in the sky. A large number of troops swept out and headed towards the battlefield in the inner city.

Two hours later, the inner city wall was captured by a large area of ​​​​Dark Elf troops. The remaining high elves retreated into the Anaheim Castle tower and used the terrain advantages to resist tenaciously. They were waiting for the return of the Shadow King. The wood elves and the rest Kingdom reinforcements.

At this moment, no matter how jealous you are, killing the innocent people who were forced by your own side, there is always no excitement in fighting the dark elf army. When the regular troops of the dark lords appeared in the tower, the Nagaryth troops who were holding on were filled with excitement. , seeing the corpse-like appearance, the crows clenched their weapons and attacked in their direction.

"If you people haven't lost your conscience and have the consciousness as high elves! Then join us in killing these inferior beasts!"

Alastar, who was rushing at the front, roared like a lion, which was deafening. The slave army suddenly became commotion. Someone actually took advantage of the chaos and took the lead in defecting. He first killed his hesitant companions and then followed the Nagaryth defenders towards them. The army of dark elves behind them charged towards them.

The situation took a turn for the worse. The dark elves did not expect that the slaves would still have the courage to resist. They hurriedly organized a battle line to meet the enemy but were pushed back.

A steady stream of dark elves' armies poured into the inner city, and fought to the death with the high elves' defenders in front of the narrow castle.

At this moment, the battle has reached a critical moment of life and death. The high elf defenders rushed forward with desperate courage. The elite Lothern navy formed a gun formation, stepping on the enemy's corpse and slowly crushing forward. The splattered blood covered the elves. Their silver armor was stained with blood.

The Hemer Army was originally located in the middle of the army, but it took less than half a day to become the front row. The sound of killing in front was loud, and it was getting closer and closer.

Smoke was everywhere, and there was a tragic scene in the castle courtyard. Through the yellow dust and the moving heads, Hemo's field of view was not very good.

He couldn't help but look puzzled. According to the plan, the front of the slave army should have entered the Lord's Tower at this moment. Why were the shouts of killing getting closer and closer to his own side? Could it be that the situation on the front line has changed and the high elf defenders have pushed back?

Helmer really thought it was possible. He knew that those guys were now barefoot and were not afraid of wearing shoes. He could drag one of them into the water.

In a siege battle, even if they can break into the inner city, it does not mean victory. On the contrary, if the defenders have the courage to fight back and charge back, they will most likely push back the enemies who rush into the courtyard and turn the tide.

The troops of Hemo and Ironthorn Town are now near the inner city gate. If they cannot stop Nagaryth's defenders here, the Dark Elf army will be completely driven out of the inner city. The more Hemo thinks about it, the more dangerous he feels.

In fighting, momentum is all about momentum. It will be strong at one stroke, but then it will fade away, and it will be exhausted after three.

After our own army is defeated, we must reorganize our attack to recapture the inner city, which will inevitably delay time. By then, the reinforcements from the high elves will arrive, and the siege of Anaheim will be in vain!

"Put up a shield wall, and the Black Rui Crossbowmen will fire volleys in batches!" Hemer calmly issued the military order.

As the soldiers responded, the Dread Spearmen and Gloomy Swordsmen stepped forward to form a steel city wall.

The dark elves overestimated the intimidating effect of fear and underestimated the honor of the high elves. No one could have predicted the rebellion of the slaves in advance, and even Morathi had miscalculated.

Alasta charged forward with the powerful White Lion Guard, and the massive slave army followed behind, fighting with the wind, and their momentum was like a rainbow.

One high elf soldier can chase and kill ten dark elf soldiers, then ten soldiers can chase and kill a hundred-man army.

Morale is so important.

Facing the bloody army that seemed to come out of hell, the front of the dark elf army collapsed, abandoning their helmets and armor and fleeing in all directions.

The chaos at the front gradually affected the rear.

Finally, a seriously injured messenger ran into the front of Hemo's army.

"Slaves... the slaves turned against you, and all the troops were stuck in front of the city tower, unable to retreat, and were massacred." He coughed twice, "We were wrong. There are thousands of people in the Lothern navy, and that A group of slaves rebelled and broke up our formation. Many brothers were beheaded by the slaves around them before they had time to react. There are thousands of people over there now, and they will kill them soon..."

"Thousands?!" Hemo was shocked, but still stabilized his thoughts, "Don't worry, we will stop them here!"

As soon as he dismounted and prepared to join the front, the wounded soldier grabbed Hemmer's hand and said, "Sir, if we can't hold on here, we will have no chance."

Scarlet blood flowed from the top of his head and melted into one of his eyes. The messenger's eyes were bloodshot, but his eyes were very determined: "We will not lose. They all said so, as long as Queen Morathi is here, no one can defeat us."

Hemo was stunned, and immediately realized how much pressure he was shouldering, so he let go of his hand and patted the other party's shoulder: "I understand, let's go down first."

After sending off the messengers, more and more defeated troops came over. They gathered in front of the shield wall and asked Hemmer to make way for them.

Furious, Hemer beheaded several leading deserters on the spot, and then gathered these frightened defeated troops to form a front to increase his own strength.

Not long after, Alasta led the defenders with high momentum and rushed over. They were covered in blood and looked ferocious. Even the dark horse underneath him shrank back when he saw these troops. Homer patted it on the head to make it braver.

Helmer took a deep breath. He held the long sword in his hand and raised his shield, standing at the forefront and fighting side by side with the Gloomy Swordsmen, jointly resisting the wolf-like counterattack of the Nagaryth defenders.