Warhammer: Dark Elf

In the battlefield sky with dark clouds, Malekith held Seraphim's reins with one hand and stared at the raised scales of the dragon's head. The iconic midnight armor rose and fell with the flapping black dragon's wings.

Beside him, Captain Kuran of the Black Guard rode another majestic black dragon, holding a huge dark elf halberd. The jagged runes on the tip of the halberd meant "red death" and had harvested countless lives. And created a great reputation.

The arrival of the Witch King and the powerful Black Dragon Legion gave the dark elf army, which had been weakened by the offensive, a glimmer of hope. Countless pairs of expectant eyes were focused on their supreme king. On the contrary, the high elves were deeply shocked. And horrified.

"Malekis!"

On the top of the city, Aris clutched the Bow of the Moon tightly and read out the name engraved deep in his soul through gritted teeth.

The Witch King's aura was like the bone-chilling wind blowing from the north, cold and powerful. Even with Aris's eyes closed, he could still point out Malekith's location as if he were looking directly at him with his eyes open.

The culprit and traitor of the destruction of the Nagaryth continent, and the initiator of the tragic fate of the Anar family. If it weren't for him, the people of the Kingdom of Nagaryth would not have lived a dark life of accompanying shadows all day long, with revenge as their belief. .

Facing the evil Witch King, Aris' heart surged with huge waves.

The Annar family to which he belonged was once a staunch supporter of Malekith, but their loyalty was rewarded with a dagger that penetrated deeply into the heart of the family.

His grandfather Éololan and father Éosriel both died at the hands of Malekith.

The accumulation of blood eventually led to Malekith and Aris becoming mortal enemies.

From afar, Malekith noticed the surging eyes of anger from thousands of eyes. Malekith saw Aris' pale face, deep and haggard, and his sinister and cold eyes were filled with anger.

Aris looked into those ancient eyes without fear, stretched the bow string of the moon to the full moon, and shot the magic arrow with a low voice.

Under the cloudy and treacherous sky, thousands of arrows were fired like a curtain of rain, but none of them were as bright and dazzling as the magic moon arrow, attracting everyone's attention.

Even the silvery trajectory of the Talon Ballista's six-foot-long bolt couldn't compare to the meteor-like comet tail of the Moon Arrow.

An arrow filled with Aris' endless anger lit up most of the battlefield and shot straight towards Malekith's face.

The unruly Witch King did not choose to escape. He stood on the dragon's back, quietly watching the stream of light continue to enlarge in his eyes. At the moment when it completely filled his field of vision, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the arrow. With a bang, he crushed the arrow into magical crumbs, and at the same time showed a disdainful look towards the angry Aris on the city wall.

"Aris, I thought you had made a lot of progress, but it seems I was overthinking it."

The deep voice echoed directly in the Shadow King's ears.

Aris gritted his teeth and stared at Malekith like an angry beast. He wanted to rush forward and chop this arrogant guy into pieces, but the remaining reason in his mind kept reminding him that he was far from Malekith now. opponent.

"Finally one day you will have a flaw, Malekith. My arrow will always be aimed at your heart. Don't wait until that moment comes."

Malekith caught the Shadow King's magic arrow with his bare hands. This scene completely detonated the fanaticism, loyalty and determination in the hearts of the dark elves.

"For the Witch King!"

This sentence was shouted out by Kuran at first.

When Kuran's simple but powerful words were heard in his ears, all the dark elves felt the blood in their bodies rising. He let out a war cry from the bottom of his heart, but it was quickly drowned in the cheers of his fellow dark elves.

"For the Witch King."

Then the dark elf soldiers whispered it, and then it was repeated, and finally it turned into a cry of determination. The soldiers roared these words as loudly as they could and rushed frantically towards the wall.

One will, one race. As long as the Witch King is there, the dark elves will not be defeated. All Druchi firmly believe in this and will put their lives and deaths for it.

Even King Sehelek couldn't help but be shocked by this group of madmen who were more desperate than the undead.

More than twenty black dragon knights drove their mounts and swooped towards the city. The highly corrosive dragon flames jumped from the heads of the high elf defenders, turning the soldiers and their armor into acid.

The Joy Cult and Nico Exile troops below were greatly encouraged by this and launched a more violent offensive.

The situation on the battlefield changes rapidly, and almost instantly, the advantage is in one's own hands.

Moraslu, who was on the high hill, did not feel happy, but instead looked slightly nervous.

Isn't Malekith in Naggarond? Why did he come to Osuun Island?

Although he had just saved himself from the consequences of his reckless actions, Morathi suddenly felt uneasy at the thought of facing his increasingly rebellious son.

Suddenly, she realized that Loxia was still standing next to her. Maybe this guy was a good shield.

Remembering the interrupted conversation between the two, Morathi tried to continue the conversation, leaving Loxia by her side.

But Squidward is not stupid, he is shrewd.

He came to attack Osuen Island without the permission of the Witch King, and he was bound to face his unimaginable anger later.

Anyway, the whole mess was caused by Morathi, so let this crazy woman face it on her own.

The two happened to think of going together.

When Morathi turned around, the sea monster lord had already drawn two blood-red blades and said righteously: "I will lead the charge."

Then, before the Supreme Queen could react, Loxia rushed towards the battlefield with her divine guards.

Just kidding, the Witch King is coming. It's not a good place to stay for a long time. You should just run away.

Morathi: ....

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Seraphim landed next to the high hill. Malekith jumped off the dragon's back, passed directly through the blockade of the Song sisters, walked to the opposite side of Morathi, and stared at him angrily. Mother.

"Mother, what are you doing? Do you think you haven't caused enough trouble in Quintex Province?"

Malekith allowed what little annoyance he had to shine through in his voice. The entourage of both men will be so frightened that their faces will turn pale and they will remain silent. But his mother appeared happy.

Morathi thought clearly, everything had been done anyway, what else could Malekith do to him?

She smiled sweetly, and Malekith sneered coldly, as if he had foreseen that Morathi was deliberately looking for a small slit in Midnight's armor so that the dagger in her hand could penetrate.

"Everything goes well, my son." Morathi curled her lips. "The cowardly Assurs were completely frightened. We occupied more than a dozen of their towns and villages and captured a large number of prisoners. Those high elves were trembling behind the city walls. Success or failure depends on this. Now you are here Just right."

Morathi's smile was filled with sweet malice.

"Do you know what you are doing? Is this some new betrayal, mother?"

"I have not betrayed, my son, I swear." She sounded sincere, but Morathi had always had her own way.

"Under normal circumstances, I would agree with your plan, mother, but this is not a normal situation. The barbarians from the north are moving south. You cannot abandon Naggaroth, and the Sword of Kane will not agree with you. Mother, just Why can't you do what I asked you to do instead of trying to frustrate me with all kinds of excuses and reasons?"

"Don't be so grumpy, Malekith. That would be inappropriate for the greatest elven ruler the world has ever known."

How typical of Morathi to mix praise and rebuke. Maybe this is my mother's secret smile at her own vanity. Even after being with my mother for so long, it was hard to put my finger on what it was.

Anyway, his mother will always be so self-righteous.

"You'd better save it, mother." The Witch King was very angry.

He looked behind Morathi with his piercing eyes, and saw only her chief death witch Saga and the silent Kane assassin Sabios.

"Where are the Loxians?"

"On to the battlefield, before you came."

"That loser." He actually ran away before he came. However, he wanted to deal with Loxia and stay there until after the war.

Now, since he has come to Ulsuen, it is time for Nagaryth to change hands.

The Witch King looked at the city of Drowdel, which was about to be captured, with a deep look.