Warhammer: Dark Elf

In late autumn, the land of Nagaros in the far north has become a country of ice and snow.

Thick, lead-colored cumulus clouds often stretch for more than dozens of miles, and the snow that reaches one's calf covers the endless frozen plains. The cold wind howls by wantonly is as sharp as a blade, and there is no trace of warmth.

On the vast plain on the right side of the Doomsday Territory, stands a large dark elf city, Hagrid's Hall, which serves as a corridor connecting the north and south ends of Naggaroth. It also has the largest dark horse ranch in the south, and its strategic significance is unquestionable.

For a long time, the Dreadlord Aishaelion of the Desolate Garrison has ruled here, obeying the will of the Witch-king Malekith, and resisting the infiltrating and marauding enemy forces from all sides.

But the more loyal a minister is to his lord, the more unpopular he is with his colleagues. Asharion may be trusted by the Witch King, but in the eyes of the other dark elf lords around him, he is just an obedient watchdog under Malekith. He has lost his ambition and made many enemies. Sooner or later, he will He was killed by an assassin of unknown origin in a corner and died a violent death.

To the left of Hagrid's Hall is the majestic and vast Blackridge Mountains. The wood elf Ariel's army has established a stronghold in the witch woodland with difficult terrain. The long-term confrontation with the desolate defenders is like a nail, driven deeply into the darkness. The heart of the kingdom.

At dawn, there were only a few groups of snow deer and ice wolves wandering on the snow-covered plains.

Occasionally, one or two dark pegasus can be seen passing by with their dark wings flashing in the sky.

Suddenly, the creatures on the snowfield instinctively raised their heads, looked up into the distance, and then ran away in fear.

On the borderline where heaven and earth meet, a huge army of dark elves gathered towards Hagrid's Hall like a colony of ants. Looking down from a high altitude, the originally silver-covered snowy wilderness was dyed ink by the dark armor.

Thousands of harpies spread their wings and glided down, and there were many giant shadows that obscured the sky and sun.

On the side of the mighty dark elf army, Malus Blackblade, who looked sinister and pale like a vampire, turned his head and stared at the cold army with no end in sight, his eyes as deep as a deep pool.

"It is a rare opportunity to control such an unprecedented army. Malus, don't you want to do something? For example, kill the person you want to kill the most, sit on his throne, and control the entire Druchi Kingdom." Zhazhao's deep whisper echoed in his ears. Malus narrowed his eyes and reprimanded impatiently, "Shut up, devil."

Zhacai is a talkative, so conversations similar to the above have to be repeated basically every minute.

Malus was extremely annoyed, his forehead was swollen and painful, and he stroked the huge head of Malice. Malus spit out his tongue full of mucus, and continued to move forward slowly, occasionally giving a mischievous glance at the fear spearman next to him.

Malus was the original unpopular illegitimate son of Lord Hagrid-Grey. Since he used a repeating crossbow to punch a hole in the head of his father who was going to the toilet (no), he became Hagrid Gray. The husband-to-be ruler, in addition to having fun with his fourth sister Nagella every day, is also determined to assassinate the Witch King Malekith and become Druchi's top talker.

Malekith, the Witch King, was assassinated as frequently and naturally as he was eating and drinking. He knew very well that the dark lords in his hands were impeccably outstanding employees on the surface, but in fact they were secretly The assassins sent to kill him were across the road from Naggarond into the Cold Heart Sea.

For someone like Malus, the Witch King said disapprovingly that people want to kill me every day. Who do you think I am?

However, seeing that Malus did have some talent, he boldly appointed the ambitious prince as commander-in-chief to clear Ariel's army.

With a heavy army in hand, the cunning Malus was not in a complacent mood. He knew that he still had no chance of winning against the unfathomable Witch King, and he would have to assassinate him in a long and steady way.

Zhaza is just a great demon of Tzeentch, does he understand what the conspiracy is? It was nothing more than a plan. Malus shook his head, took out a piece of meat from his satchel and threw it into the mouth of the evil spirit. He couldn't help but smile when he saw the satisfied look on the evil spirit's face.

Malus has a very complicated character. In the eyes of his enemies, he is selfish, arrogant, evil, and a bastard who is so stubborn that he can hardly survive no matter how hard he tries. Even the Witch King can't defeat the big devil. If you just take the big devil into your body, you are more powerful than the Witch King.

However, in the eyes of his compatriots, Malus is also an alien. Although this lord is very competitive, he will still have some thoughts and actions similar to honor before taking action, which is rare in Druchi society. . Moreover, he will show friendship and trust to his partners, and even have a true friendship with the giant evil killer lizard under his crotch.

Those Druchi who were dissatisfied with his style of conduct have been taken advantage of by Malus, adding to their resentment.

Now Malus is in the prime of his youth and high spirits. Apart from being unable to kill the Witch King, he can do whatever he wants. He goes out to sea to plunder, instigate wars, and looks for artifacts to suppress the demons in his body, including his own sister...

Nagella is the fourth sister of Malus, a beautiful death witch, and a hidden believer of Slaanesh. She is a bit fat by the standards of the dark elves, but it just so happens that the pony is good at this, so the two naturally hooked up. ,Night life.

This time Nagella also joined the army in the battle. She rode a dark horse and leaned up from behind, chatting with Malus.

Suddenly, the wind became faster and faster.

A looming shadow passed across the ground. Malus looked up at the sky.

In the haze and dark clouds, a little green light passed quickly.

It was a surprisingly huge creature. It was extremely fast and flew extremely high. Looking up from the ground, only a small amount of fluorescence could be seen.

The harpy and manticore noticed the strange intruder and waved their wings to surround them, but the other party quickly broke through the encirclement.

The strange movement in the sky attracted the attention of countless dark elf warriors. They all looked up and saw the giant forest dragon emerging from the fog. They instinctively felt uncontrollable fear and trembling.

Fortunately, Sesin Hal did not have time to teach these annoying dark elves a lesson. It quickly retracted its beautiful wings, rolled up the wind like a spiral and accelerated, throwing away the entangled banshee and flew into the distance, passing through the wasteland. , magma, ice fields and hills, and finally entered the endless witch woodland of the Black Ridge Mountains.

After entering the mountainous area, Saisin Hall seemed to sense something, and it plunged downwards.

The golden brilliance of the first twilight falls, illuminating the world inch by inch. The outstanding twilight sisters Arohan and Nestela stand on the top of the cliff against the wind. The two beautiful sisters look exactly the same, but have completely opposite personalities.

The black-haired Nestela wears a half-mask on her left cheek. She is more lively and cute than her sister. She is a good friend of all living things and is equivalent to a Disney princess on the run. Whenever she stops in the forest, countless little animals come to lick her feet. Ya.

The white-haired sister Arohan wears half a mask on her right cheek. She is cold and aloof. Only in war will people see her cruel smile; in peacetime, she always looks cold and aggressive.

Alohan can command the wolves, raptors, or bears of the forest to fight alongside her as if she were the alpha female of their pack.

The Twilight sisters became legends largely due to a magical ability: if one of them dies and the other is still alive, they can both be brought back to life. By the way, they are synesthetes...

The Twilight sisters wore a light green battle robe and carried a long bow and quiver on their backs. They looked smart and capable, and their figures looked heroic in the wind.

The two sisters stood side by side, looking at the distant sky. In the far distance that was beyond the eyesight, a green light flashed past.

Then the huge Saisin Harr suddenly swept down from the sky and landed in front of the two sisters, kicking up a cloud of dust. The high-speed air waves swept away and shook the two sisters' robes and long hair.

The docile Sethin Hal lowered his head, and the two sisters looked at each other. The elder sister Alohan put her hand on the forest dragon's eyes, slowly closed her eyes, and gained its previous vision. She saw an unprecedented The army of dark elves was gathering towards Hagrid's Hall, and even glanced at Malus from a distance below.

Alohan took back his hand and his eyes darkened little by little.

Nestela behind her also witnessed this scene, and she let out a rare sigh and said worriedly: "There are too many of them, can we hold on?"

"I don't know." Alohan, who had always been calm and collected, felt uncertain for the first time and just tried his best to cheer up.

"This time is different from any previous war, Nestra, they came with the purpose of destroying the forest." Alohan said coldly.

The Dark Elves have been making great moves recently, first taking over Anaheim, then the Witch Grove, and gradually clearing out the hostile forces on Naggaroth.

It is difficult not to make people guess what dark plan the Witch King and Morathi are planning.

"They will not succeed. The threat must end, in Ariel's name."

"Arohan, why don't you ask Athel Loren for support? With the support of the roots of the world tree, we will definitely be able to repel them."

"Wait a minute. It's late autumn now, and King Orion is about to enter the rebirth stage. Don't disturb him unless you have to. What's more, we have no chance of winning."

"Come Nestra, let us gather the woodland lords and thwart the plans of those despicable people."

Alohan jumped on Sesin Hal's back and took Nestra's hand. The two of them stood firmly on top of the forest dragon. The dragon under their feet spread its wings and flew deep into the forest.

At that moment, in the ancient city of Quintex, in the main hall of the Lord's Tower, gorgeous golden lamps were hung everywhere, and on both sides of the big red carpet, there were all kinds of beautiful giant portraits. The largest one is a full-length portrait of the first generation Phoenix King Aenarion. He is dressed in luxurious armor, holds a long sword in his hand, and looks into the distance with majestic eyes.

Morathi and many of his lords gathered on the war sand table to analyze the pros and cons of this war.

Since Hemer had achieved certain results in the Lustria region before, Morathi had caught the attention of Morathi, so she asked Hemer to share his opinions.

In fact, Helmer had already figured out before he came that this war would probably be futile.

It's not that he is a defeatist strategist, but the Witch Grove is really difficult to defeat.

However, after being called out by Morathi, he had no choice but to express his thoughts.

"The Witch's Grove is located in the center of the Black Ridge Mountains. It is surrounded by mountains on three sides and connected by a long river in the south. It is almost a natural fortress. Although our army has a large number of people, it cannot use its numerical advantage in the face of insurmountable natural dangers."

"There are only three roads that can lead to the Witch's Grove." Hemer planted the purple Pegasus flag in Hagrid's Hall. "First, it is the main access to the mountain directly opposite Hagrid's Gate. This road is rugged and difficult to navigate and is covered in dense forests. . It is also the main line of defense operated by the wood elves. Troops who want to attack from here will have a very high casualty rate, and they may not be able to penetrate through the ground."

"The second is to go north and reach the Ardaeus Temple in the north of the Black Ridge Mountains via the Vaal Anvil. There is a road here to the central hinterland. Fight from north to south." Helmer planted the battle flag at the Ardaeus Temple and spoke solemnly. Authentic: "This road is certainly easier, but not far to the west, there are the priests of the Tomb King's Funeral Sect, and the Beastmen's Split Horn Tribe and the Horn of Slaughter Tribe wandering around. If the main attacking troops are bypassed by them, In the end, the situation was unimaginable.”

Everyone present listened to Hemo's talk and nodded in agreement from time to time.

Morathi was noncommittal and asked: "What about the third way?"

"Go west from Hagrid's Hall, pass through the Ice Rock Canyon, go around the Hound Plains, and cut off the wood elves' retreat."

"But there are also barbarian tribes wandering in the Hound Plains. Moreover, many people will be lost in the dangerous ice rock canyons." Thun, the fear lord of Broken Moon Port, pointed out the dangers lurking on this road.

"Yes, so there is no absolutely safe road. No matter which road the troops take, they will face various difficulties and dangers."

After thinking about it, Hermes felt that the terrain of this war looked more and more like the Eighteen Routes of Lords challenging Dong. Our side seemed to have more people, but in fact we needed to separate three routes to attack, and our actions must be unified.

But the problem is that it is difficult to defeat one army, but it is easy to defeat multiple armies. It is somewhat difficult for Malus alone to suppress the leaders of other factions.

Everyone was waiting for Morathi's decision, but she looked at Helmer and asked, seemingly unintentionally, "What do you think?"

Helmer hesitated for a moment and gave Morathi a look, "Fight from the west side."

"what about you?"

When asked by the Queen, the lords expressed their opinions but failed to reach a unified result. In the end, Morathi looked tired and asked everyone to step back and discuss the issue another time.

Everyone dispersed in a hurry, except Hemo who stayed.

"Tell me what you really think." Morathi lazily sat on the throne and stared at Helmer with interest.

"Queen, my subordinate's suggestion is to stay put." Hemo didn't want to fight this battle. He said all his thoughts in one breath, "Attack the Witch Grove, even if we win miserably, it will greatly weaken our army's strength. , thereby affecting your authority. The best choice at the moment is to follow the Witch King's will and assemble the army, but there is no need to march in such a hurry, just occupy the ancient city of Quintex and wait and see what happens."

"If Malus's army succeeds in breaking into the Blackridge Mountains, it won't be too late for us to go to help. If they don't make progress, they are repelled by the wood elves..."

Helmer pulled out the desolate garrison flag on the Desolate Fortress and put on the Pegasus flag of the Joy Sect. He slightly lowered his head and stared at Morathi with a hawkish gaze. He curled up the corner of his mouth and said, "No matter what, we will all It’s the winner.”