Warhammer: Dark Elf

Ulfric pulled out the Sword of Tolgard from behind and held the hilt with both hands. He twisted his neck greatly, then licked the corners of his mouth and showed a lewd smile to Morathi: "I know you dark elves like Fuck, especially you, Morathi. There is no doubt that you are the most famous fucking slut in the elves. Tell me, how many times have you played with Malekith? Tsk, tsk, my God, it’s exciting just thinking about it, We Norscans wouldn’t have such fun, at least we wouldn’t do anything to our own wives.”

As soon as this word came out, the audience was silent.

There were some bad secrets spread between Morathi and the Witch King Malekith, the kind of little stories after the rain that Slaanesh would wipe his saliva and kneel down to beg for resources.

Even though these rumors have never been definitely confirmed, due to the sensitive relationship and lofty status of the two people, the rumors have never stopped. And with the efforts of enemies and people who want to eat melons, the version of the story is also changing at a rapid speed. Like bubbles in soda, they appear in endless streams.

It should be noted that these explosive topics are taboo for Druchi. In Nagaros, no one dares to put them on the table to discuss matters, unless the person wants to be chopped into pieces by the wizard spirit who comes to the door later and thrown into the blood. pot.

Even on the island of Ulthun there is little mention of this.

After all, Kane's assassins are pervasive. Maybe if you make some nonsense to your friends today, your cold body will be found on the street corner in the middle of the night.

In the entire Middle Ages, Ulfric was the first person who dared to mock her and the Witch King Malekith in front of Morathi.

The atmosphere became awkward for a time, so awkward that Hemo wanted to flee the scene.

After a moment of silence, Morathi sounded like thin ice piercing the air: "You'd better cherish that mouth of yours, because I will tear it into pieces soon."

Ulfric patted his lips and smiled mischievously at Morathi, "Come on, I will use this mouth to take you to a new level that you cannot experience with your son. Seriously, Morathi, I'm so good at my job, I guarantee you'll be hooked on that feeling."

No creature that can breathe can stand the Yankee's filthy words. Morathi clearly activated the fury of thunder. She condensed the power of the death magic Wind Shaish in her left hand and then stretched out her hand, a tentacle as thick as ink. Pounced on Ulfric, and then transformed into several weird giant skulls again, wrapping the Worldwalker in them.

The strong aura of death hit their faces, making Hemo and others feel nervous.

Even though he was as calm as Elsarion, he could not help frowning at this moment, and his usually cold pupils showed a rare hint of fear.

As one of the top mages in the world, no one can ignore Morathi's powerful power.

Her casual release of Soul Devouring Technique is already worth the countless hours spent by most death mages to study it.

But Ulfric is not afraid. His soul will have been cursed by the gods long ago, and once defeated, he will never be able to enter the temple of Khorne.

Therefore, he fights every battle with the determination to win.

"The bloodthirsty god is watching! Let's do it, brothers! Cut down these bastards like a true man!" Ulfric swung the legendary sword of Tolgard and let out a wild war cry. His body surged forward like the biting cold wind in the north.

The ultimate mentality of a warrior is to regard death as nothing, and the curse of defeat makes Ulfric move forward bravely.

He forcibly broke through the power of death with his flesh and blood, and got close to Morathi to engage in close combat.

Although Aunt Mo is a top mage, her melee martial arts skills are also at their peak. She summoned the Heartbreaker and the Dark Sword at will, and with the chaotic power surging like waves, she easily repelled Ulfric's desperate charge.

Helmer was immediately shocked, "Sure enough, a mage who doesn't know how to fight in close combat is not a good mage..."

Maybe it's not a bad thing for him to join the Happy Sect. At least until the end, he has the strong Aunt Mo to support him. As long as he doesn't go too far, there will be no danger of destruction.

"The Queen is mighty!!"

Aunt Mo, unify the Middle Ages for thousands of generations!

Hemo, whose heart was filled with excitement, quickly took the opportunity to show his loyalty. He took the purple Pegasus war flag from the Disaster Song sisters on the side and shouted loudly to cheer up Morathi, intending to become a qualified cheerleader.

Elsharion and the Tal-Gavor knights looked at Hemer's unscrupulous behavior of hugging his thighs with disgust, and the corners of their eyes twitched slightly.

At the same time, the Sully Raiders and Norscan Ice Wolves who followed Ulfric rushed out of the Sea Fang and started fighting with Hemer and the Song sisters.

In terms of numbers, the elite Calamity Song sisters are basically the same as the Yankees, but their combat capabilities are not on the same level.

The witch spirits who can become the sisters of the Song of Disaster are all butchers, slaughtering countless lives. They drink the blood of their enemies and play songs of screams and pain with their souls. Their superb killing skills are the best tribute to Kane.

Even the wildest marauding warriors in the North fell into a bitter fight as soon as they came into contact with the Disaster Song Sisters, but the Yankees still fought tenaciously and regarded death as if they were home.

Ulfric's closest friend, Sigvart, holding a killing ax in his hand, broke through the siege of several sisters of the Song of Misfortune, and ran into Saga, the chief death witch under Morathi's command. There was no nonsense when the two met. It's just a matter of blood.

A scuffle broke out between the World Walkers and the Joy Sect, and everyone in Yris was marginalized.

Both sides of the war were enemies, and the Tar-Gavor knights were caught in a dilemma between both sides for a while, unable to help anyone.

"Lord Watcher, what should we do now?"

Knight Commander Leon drove the griffin and came to Elsharion and asked respectfully.

Eltharion watched the bloody battle and remained silent.

In fact, he wanted to help Morathi at this moment.

After all, in his opinion, when chaos strikes, the civil war among the elves will no longer be the primary conflict.

The reason why he didn't give the order to take action was because Elsharion had his own concerns.

Even though Yris has severed its relationship with many high elf kingdoms, it is still the country of Asul, which is naturally opposed to Druzi.

Assur's court intrigues are a battlefield where people are killed without blood.

If he sets a precedent here, helps Morathi, and returns to Ulthun Island, it is inevitable that his political opponents will not take advantage of him to cause trouble.

To help or not to help?

The situation on the battlefield was changing rapidly, and he obviously didn't give himself much time to think about it. Eltharion clenched his blade and quickly analyzed the pros and cons of this move.

"Uncle, stop watching, come and help!"

Interrupted from his thoughts, Elsharion looked in the direction of the sound and saw Hemo, who was surrounded by several ice wolves and was in a terrible state.

Helmer slapped away an ice wolf that rushed towards him with a sword, and at the same time shouted at Elsharion, who was frozen in place, "Save me, uncle, save me!"

Hearing that Hemo actually called himself uncle, Ai Jiang was instantly furious.

If the Chaos Warriors hadn't been there, he would have really wanted to beat Helmer up hard!

"Eltharion."

Just when Ai Jiang was unstoppable, a soft voice like the sound of nature suddenly sounded in her ears.

He had heard this voice countless times in times of crisis and had saved his life.

"goddess."

Radlili's tender words extinguished Ai-chan's inner fire like a spring of ice, and he responded respectfully to the goddess's call in his heart.

"Lead my devout believers and destroy all the Chaos believers in front of me, in the name of Radlili, the God of Mist."

After receiving the instructions from the gods, Eltharion no longer had any scruples.

"I understand, goddess."

On the back of Stormwing, Eltharion turned his head and gave decisive orders to the Tal-Gavor knights who were waiting beside him to help the Joyful Cult fight against Ulfric and his men.

The eight knights were all the confidants of Eltharion, and they never questioned the orders of the watchers. They immediately grasped their spears and swords, drove the sitting griffins into the air, and launched a fatal air attack on the Sally Marauders.

With a cold face, Elsharion easily killed several ice wolves. Before Hemo could thank him, he and Stormwing took off into the air and rushed towards the center of the battlefield, leaving the latter with a handsome figure behind him.

"Tsundere, right?" Hemo chuckled. Elsarion was willing to help him, which proved that he didn't have to kill him.

There is still a possibility that his relationship with Alleria will be approved by him.

Thinking of this, Helmer shouted towards Elsharion in the sky, "Thank you, uncle!"

Ai Jiang almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

That's all, that's all. These were all orders from the goddess, I didn't want to help him. Eltharion headed towards the place where the Yankees were the most numerous without looking back.

On the other side, the violent Ulfric was trapped within three inches of the barrier formed by Morathi's death magic, unable to break out of the invisible cage.

"Pathetic beast. You and your savage men will die here today. Put down your weapons and surrender at my feet, so that the Chaos Gods will not be disappointed in you." Morathi's red lips curled up slightly, as if she had a chance to win. appearance.

"Fuck you, even if your people are thicker than the leaves in the forest and more than the stones in the stream, they are not worth mentioning in front of us Northlanders. If your civilization makes me surrender, then I will let you see my savage pride. I can lose my body and life, but I will never bow down!"

"Fight or die! No mercy!"

Ulfric's bloodshot tiger eyes glared at the Sorcerer Queen of Grond. He raised his head and roared, his arm muscles bulged in large chunks, and the Tolgard sword wrapped in cloth in his hand burst out with bright light. One blow broke through the restraining chaos barrier, and then rushed towards Morathi like a giant bear with strong wind.

"Struggle to the death is beyond foolishness."

Morathi smiled contemptuously.

Since it can't be used by her, then go die.

Morathi slowly took back the Heartbreaker and the Darksaber, and the Kaladin wand was once again firmly held in her right hand.

She raised the wand high into the air, and a ball of chaotic power rushed down her hand to the gem at the end of the handle.

Then she took a step forward and plunged her wand into the ground.

In an instant, a shattering piercing sound swept across the entire coastal waters of Ulsuen. The eardrums of half of the Sally Marauders were shattered by the cry, and blood gushed out.

In front of Ulfric, the world seemed to be torn open with a crack, showing a rich rose red in the endless void, and below it was blue made of frost.

Immediately afterwards, the cracks in the world expanded in all directions, with Ulfric himself as the center, and the dazzling light spread out in all directions, covering everything in sight at an alarming speed.

Morathi cast the top death magic, the Abyss of Darkness, which directly tore apart the space and created a vortex leading to hell.

Many of the Yankees and Druccis in the battle had no time to react and were sucked in.

Hemmer was a little further away, which was better, but a Sally predator grabbed his shoulder armor tightly, trying to drag him into the abyss and die together.

At the critical moment, Eltharion returned, cut off the predator's arm with a sword, and dragged Hemer from the edge of death to the Stormwing.