Warhammer: Dark Elf

There were nearly a thousand troops that raided out of the forest on the side. Some of them were the cold lizard knights that Neros had ambushed before, and many more were a large number of gloomy swordsmen and fearful spearmen who came out from the city of Shilazo-Thar. .

From the very beginning, Neros did not plan to engage in a defensive battle with Morathi, who had superior troops, but to engage in a stud battle.

The spears of the cold lizard knights can pierce hard armor, and they are extremely good at fighting large enemies. The sitting cold lizards are as fast as the impact cavalry. As long as the timing is right, these knights can launch a furious charge. Cause serious losses to the enemy!

Nearly a hundred cold lizard knights, led by their fear lord Martigos, rushed toward the rear where Hemo was like a rolling black torrent.

Aunt Mo already controls overwhelming power, and in her opinion, all tactics are inferior to pushing forward, so the gloomy swordsmen and fearful spearmen who resist the line are placed on the front line.

On the side, she deployed several witch spirit regiments.

Witchlings are light infantry among the dark elves. They are composed of women who fight with dual daggers. They are faster than ordinary soldiers, but they are also more fragile and not suitable for resistance lines. Aunt Mo originally planned to let these wizard spirits flank Niros' troops, but instead they were exposed to the Cold Lizard Knight.

The cruel and bloodthirsty cold lizard knights would not show mercy for the sake of their own kind, let alone show mercy. The first wave of charges destroyed the morale of the wizard in half.

Martigos was a fear lord with rich combat experience. After completing the charge, he did not let the knights fight with the remaining witch spirits. Instead, he turned around and retreated, allowing the subsequent infantry regiments to take over the battle line. At the same time, he organized intensively Charge for the second time.

Because the enemy was too close, Hemo's unit of Black Sharp Crossbowmen was unable to effectively shoot at the opponent's gloomy swordsmen, and was directly silenced.

"What is Aunt Mo doing? The side line has been stolen!" Hemo was even more anxious than Morathi now.

You must know that the dark elves have a tradition of catching slaves. The lower class of society is composed of slaves, and they account for a large proportion of the dark elves society. They provided labor, sacrifices and served as cannon fodder in wars.

Being the slave of a dark elf is worse than death.

Hemo didn't want to be dragged into a dark mine to work until he died of old age as soon as he crossed over, or to be pulled up to the altar and made an unlucky blood sacrifice.

"Hold on!!" The slave master tightened the reins of Leng Lizard and made a move with his long sword, but he didn't want him to be particularly conspicuous at this moment.

Martigos, who was commanding the battlefield from the rear, spotted the slave owner and summoned the commander of his own Black Sharp Crossbowmen.

Martigos pointed, "Aim at that idiot and shoot him over first."

"Yes, my lord."

Hundreds of repeating crossbows were aimed at the slave master on the hillside and fired volleys one after another, and arrows rained down from the sky.

The sharp-eyed Hemer immediately turned his shield around and retreated into the shadow of the shield wall.

Although the shape is very frustrating, it is effective.

Two volleys of fire destroyed most of his unit, but he managed to escape unscathed by this one.

The previously extremely majestic slave master and his cold lizard had long been shot into a gag, and they could no longer die.

When the commander died, morale plummeted. Morathi's flank troops flashed white one after another, and the chain reaction caused by the riot even affected the front line.

"What a disgrace! Your soldiers are fleeing!"

Helmer, who was still loading the crossbow bolts, suddenly heard the advisor's voice, and then the few survivors around him fled in all directions.

"We have failed, retreat now!!"

I go. The army is in disarray!

The Witch Spirits guarding the flanks were torn apart by the sad swordsmen from Niros' side who rushed forward, directly threatening the Liannu camp where Hemo was located.

"Kill them all, leaving no one alive! For Kane's happiness!"

Martigos's cold lizard knight troops rushed forward again and charged into the Black Sharp Crossbow Camp, like wolves entering a flock of sheep.

The several serial crossbowmen on the outermost edge were directly knocked into the sky by the cold lizard, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

These ferocious, cold-blooded animals are possessed of madness and murderous intent, and even their masters cannot control their actions.

Seeing that all his comrades were running away, Helmer, who turned pale, realized that he was alone.

Being alone on the battlefield is an extremely dangerous situation.

"Grass!" With a curse, Hemo put away his repeating crossbow, hurriedly put the big shield on his back and ran towards the front line.

Why didn't he run toward the rear instead of toward the front?

This is a common sense question.

If Hemo ran to the rear, even if he could run a short distance, he would be caught up by the Cold Lizard Knight and become prey.

But if he ran in the direction of Morathi, he would at least be in his own formation and not be surrounded.

Escape is also a technical job.

The end result of being in a panic is to be torn apart by the crazy cold lizards just like the group of crossbowmen that Hemo belonged to was defeated.

"What happened back there? Sabios?" On the hydra, Morathi noticed the commotion behind her, shook her staff heavily, and asked loudly.

A masked Kane assassin emerged from the shadows, knelt on one knee in front of Morathi, and reported respectfully: "My master, Niros's cavalry troops raided the flanks and rear of our army. The sharp company of crossbowmen was dispersed and fled the battlefield."

"Useless trash!" Aunt Mo's voice was cold, "Only the weak would use such disdainful methods."

"Do we need to organize a counterattack?" Sabios asked.

"Don't worry about it. We can just push forward from the front. The weak Druchi will only die so that the strong can take over."

"Warriors of Kane, offer endless blood to the God of Bloody Hands!" Morathi ignored the commotion from behind and commanded the huge hydra to lead the red-eyed legion towards Neros's base camp.

The earth trembled and the mountains shook, and the cries of killing could not be heard without end.

The multi-headed snake raised its head, let out a deafening roar, and spit out five blazing dragon's breaths, pouring down on Neros's army like a torrent from the sky.

After finally rushing into his own camp, Hemer put his hands between his knees and gasped for air. Before he could relax for a moment, the surrounding fear spearmen actually screamed and charged!

Homer:? ? ?

After looking at the slaughtering cold lizard knights behind him who were getting closer and closer, Hemo wailed and continued running with the large army.

The more equipment you have, the more security you will have. Hemo simply took out the giant dark elf shield from his back, picked up a spear from the pile of dead people, copied it in his hand, and blended into a group of fear spearmen.

"Aunt Mo is such an inhumane person. Why don't you care about the rebels behind her? Woohoo." Hemo ran against the cold wind, wanting to cry but without tears.

Suddenly, there was a cry around him, and Hemo even saw several dark elf brothers flying high into the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

It turned out that it was the fear lord Martygos from Niros' side who came in. The cold lizard who was sitting down suddenly went crazy and ran all the way into the fear spearmen group where Hemo was.

“Damn it, they’re coming in!!”

Really haunted.

In the world of high demons like Warhammer, when a lord breaks into an ordinary army, it is like a god coming down from the earth. Although Martigos's cold lizard is a little confused, he cuts around like he's cheating.

The big heads and helmets were chopped off by him, and blood splattered like rain.

"Hahahaha, die, die! Die!!"

Martigos held a shield in one hand and a long sword in the other and slashed at the fearful spearmen around him, killing them until their armor turned red.

It's just that this time, the Dread Spearmen regiment where Hemo belonged did not collapse as quickly as the previous Black Sharp Crossbowmen regiment. Instead, they directly surrounded the Martigos who rushed in layer by layer, and then did not fear the death swarm. and went up, stabbing Martigos and his cold lizards with the spears in their hands.

Of course, Hermer, whose heart was pounding, didn't dare to attack so desperately. He stood in the crowd and lowered his sense of presence, trying to calm down his emotions. Then he took off the repeating crossbow from his waist, quickly loaded the arrow, and aimed at the encirclement. Driving a Peerless Martigos.

The first time he fired a hidden arrow, Helmer's hand holding the crossbow was shaking, and the sweat on his forehead couldn't stop dripping on the crossbow.

"Be still and concentrate, hiss~"

Helmer's current weapon power is 400, and it can definitely inflict heavy damage on Martigos if he is unprepared.

call out!

Finally he pulled the trigger, and a sharp crossbow bolt passed through the crowd, but did not hit Martigos, but nailed the shield of a brother on the opposite side.

"Damn, I missed it!" Hermer's hands shook at the critical moment, and he missed the shot as expected.

"What are you doing?!" The fear spearman yelled subconsciously.

In an instant, Hemo noticed the bloodthirsty gaze from Martigos. He pulled the sword out of a spearman's chest, and then looked at Hemo, the little thief, teasingly.

"Face me, cowardly bastard, you don't even deserve to be Kane's sacrifice, haha!"

Martigos pinched the cold lizard's abdomen and rushed towards Hemo.

"Oops, run away!!" Want him to deal with a fear lord? What a joke! Hemer put away the crossbow bolts and was about to make a tactical retreat towards the back of the team.

Suddenly, Martigos did not notice that a spearman in the crowd stabbed his cold lizard.

After a battle, the cold lizard was already scarred and bloody, and this shot was the last straw that overwhelmed it.

With a pop, the cold lizard lost control of its front hooves and fell to its knees.

"No!" Martigos saw his mount tip over, but his momentum was too strong and he had no room to react. He flew out from the cold lizard, kicked up dust on the ground, and slid to a position a few meters away from Hemer.

Seeing the Dread Lord lying on the ground struggling to get up, Helmer simply gritted his teeth and raised his repeating crossbow.

He aimed at Matigos's head and pulled the trigger continuously. At this time, the unfinished crossbow bolt in the machine spring shot out in a whoosh.

Even the thick Dread Lord helmet could not withstand a few hits from the armor-piercing arrows at such a close distance.

Martigos was pierced through the head by a crossbow bolt, and he screamed in agony, with red and white things flying everywhere.

But even though he was seriously injured, Martigos still stood up staggeringly. Holding the long sword with the blade cut off in his hand, he swayed towards Hemer. His ghostly and ferocious appearance made the fearful spearmen around him frighten. He was calm and didn't dare to step forward to hit him.

"Despicable little thief, you dare to hurt me! I will pluck out your skin and throw it into the cauldron of blood!!" Martigos smiled crazily.

At this time, the killing achievement bar in Hemo's panel reached its full value, and Morathi's army was surrounded by Kane's purple whirlwind, which was greatly enhanced.

Hemo was also affected, and the Druchi bloodthirsty gene in his body increased sharply. He was originally afraid of facing Martigos, but now he risked his life. He picked up a dark elf spear and roared, pointing it at the horse. Tigos rushed over.

Martigos smiled ferociously, raised his sword, and slashed it down.

Pfft!

Everyone only saw Hemer pierce Martigues with one shot, then push him and continue to rush forward, and a group of people got out of the way in shock.

He rushed for more than ten meters with his eyes closed before he dared to slowly open his eyes. At this moment, Matigos on the opposite side had been dead for a long time.

Originally, he was hit by an arrow in the head by Hemo, and he was already at the end of his strength. In addition, he suffered from the length of the weapon, so he died in Hemo's hands without even being able to backhand.

The fearful spearmen who were watching around were stunned, and they all looked at the black sharp repeating crossbowman with their eyes wide open in disbelief.

"You killed him?! Oh my god, Kane, you're going to get his gift!"

"Victory is ours, long live Morathi, long live the Witch King!!"

Seeing the originally ferocious Martigos die in front of him, Hemer stood there stunned, breathing rapidly, without even letting go of the hand holding the spear.

he killed?

Or a fear lord?

Hemer was so shocked by the sudden great achievement that he couldn't react, but the joy of several fear spearmen woke him up.

The local general was dead and their morale was greatly boosted. The troops behind Morathi were able to regroup and counterattack. In an extremely short time, they bloodbathed the assault force that was originally much smaller than them.

Waves of cheers came one after another, even reaching the front lines.

At this time, Morathi's forward troops had defeated Niros's central army, and the fear lord Niros who was hostile to her also died in the rebellion. Morathi was about to lead the army back to the rear, but she heard warm cheers. .

"What happened to those bastards?"

Kane's assassin, Sabios, appeared in time and reported to the Supreme Sorceress, "My master, the regrouped troops at the rear defeated the unexpected rebels. We have won."

"Oh?" Morathi jumped down from the hydra and stared at the cheering army in the distance with interest. "They are of some use, tell me what happened."

"It was a black-sharp crossbowman who killed the opponent's fear lord and curbed Neros's offensive." Sabios said concisely and concisely.

"You mean a commoner killed the Dread Lord? Ha, that's interesting." Morathi's bright red lips curled up in a subtle arc, and she stepped on the corpses and slowly walked towards the far open door of Silazo-Tower. Ercheng, usher in its own victory.

Suddenly, Morathi stopped, turned around and ordered Sabios: "Bring that civilian here, I will reward him well."