Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 518 369. Battle of Altdorf (Ten Thousand Character Chapter)

The ferocious trebuchet made a tooth-breaking friction sound. When the sound reached its limit, dozens of burning, rotten skulls smashed into Altdorf. After the trebuchet returned to its position, the human servants reloaded their ammunition again, but the difference from before was that this time they were filled with huge granite, basalt, and other hard stones. These stones are all used by the dead these days. Picked it up from somewhere nearby.

The defenders on the city wall of Altdorf looked at the terrifying stone bullets filling the sky in horror. The stone bullets violently hit the city wall. As a heavy stone bullet hit the city wall, the city wall shook violently and the rubble was broken. Splashing everywhere, smoke and dust filled the air. The defenders were caught off guard and were knocked down one after another. The screams resounded through the sky. Some unfortunate defenders were directly hit by stone bullets. Blood sprayed like a fountain, and severed limbs flew like scattered flowers. The screams echoed on the battlefield. .

Under the fierce attack of stone bullets, a cannon was hit. The blazing cannon body flew into the sky, and then fell on the city wall and rolled rapidly, like a ruthless steamroller. It was knocked to the ground and was trying to climb up. The soldiers who got up got away. The broken pieces of the gun mount flew everywhere, mercilessly harvesting the gun crew and the surrounding soldiers. The soldiers with wooden thorns on their bodies either fell directly into Moore's arms, or fell to the ground and wailed.

The damage of the cannon and the secondary killing of the soldiers made the defenders on the city wall feel even heavier, but their fighting spirit did not waver. They did not stop the pace of defense and still bravely resisted the enemy's attack. They firmly grasped the weapons in their hands, rose up to resist, and vowed to defend Altdorf's dignity and protect the safety of their homeland.

Soon, the wreckage of the cannon and the dead soldiers around it were cleared away by the defenders. A reserve cannon that had been aimed at the city of Altdorf advanced to the gun position under the command of the artillery officer. Under the vigorous command of the officer, the cannon The team completed the firing steps of the artillery faster than in training. The cannon roared again, pouring the anger and fear of the living on the dead.

More stone bullets streaked across the sky and smashed into the city of Altdorf. The cobblestones on the road cracked and shattered under the huge vibration. The walls of wooden and stone buildings were shattered by the stone bullets. In front of the stone bullets, these were completely destroyed. The buildings that provided shelter to the people of Altdorf were as flimsy as paper.

Priests from various religions in Altdorf are walking on the streets. These days of fighting have made their division of labor clear. The Sigma priests walking on the streets sing hymns loudly. Their voices are full of power and faith, and every prayer seems to It is a sacred light that illuminates the way forward. Stone bullets fell one after another, but they were not afraid and still moved forward firmly, praying for the people trapped in Altdorf and giving them strength and courage.

The followers of Verena, composed of scholars, university professors, and students, took over the work of the priests of More. They learned to exorcise demons from the priests of More, and they poured down the holy water in their hands, forming a stream of holy water in the night sky. The flickering light illuminated the surrounding darkness. Their unskilled prayers resounded through the streets of Altdorf, and the clear sound of the bells accompanied the hymns, driving away evil spirits and evil one by one, protecting the peace of the city to prevent the appearance of ghosts and spirits.

The Moore priests were praying in front of the funeral pyre, and their prayers echoed in the night sky, praying for Moore's protection and blessing for the seriously injured and the dead who were dying. They want to send the seriously injured and the dead on their final journey so that the souls of the deceased can rest in peace without being disturbed by darkness. Every cremation is a solemn and tragic ceremony, witnessing the end of life.

Pastor Salia was busy tending to the wounded, or directing the militiamen to carry the bodies into the bonfire. Their eyes are full of compassion and determination. They use their strength and wisdom to contribute their share to everyone in the city, allowing the people to stay strong and brave in this battle.

The city is filled with the stench of charred flesh, and the Mannann faithful gather in a voluntary form, devoutly prepared to face the final test. They prayed silently at the berthing area on the south bank, asking for Mannann's blessing and strength. For the survival of the city and the safety of their loved ones, they were willing to sacrifice everything, even their lives.

When everything was ready, three warships with artillery on both sides faced the upstream of the Reik River and rushed into the Talabek River. Everyone on the ship had firm belief and fearless courage. They knew that they would face a fatal battle, but they faced the front without hesitation. The battleship cut through the waves in the turbulent river, and white water splashes were drawn from the bow, as if to herald the coming battle.

Mannann believers stood on the boat, waving flags and singing Mannann's hymns. Their voices resounded through the sky, inspiring everyone to move forward bravely. When the battleship rushed out of Altdorf, the battleship's cannons fired in unison, and the roar was deafening. Every cannon shot is like a cry of warriors, declaring their determination and will.

The roar of the artillery echoed on the river, setting off turbulent waves. In response to the cannons on the city wall, the warship equipped with a ramming horn rushed into the Talabek River unstoppably. With the roar of artillery, the morale of Mannann's believers became higher and higher, as if every sound of artillery fired ignited the fire in their hearts, igniting endless anger against the enemy.

The warship sailed on the Talabek River, like a giant beast, raising high waves, rushing towards the darkness and the unknown. The artillery on the battleships continuously bombarded the army of the dead on both sides of the river. Each salvo was like the roar of thunder, tearing the night sky and splitting the curtain of darkness. The shells roared away, galloping like wild beasts, heading straight towards the endless army of the dead. Each volley brought chaos and destruction. The shells rolled among the army of the dead. The dead continued to fall, and screams and wails filled the entire battlefield.

Standing on the city wall, Darkus stared at the suicidal charge of Mannann's believers. He felt a surge of admiration in his heart. These warriors who were willing to sacrifice everything, even their lives, devoted themselves to the battle without hesitation, in order to defend Altdorf charged forward without hesitation, his courage and sacrifice were touching.

After a moment, Darkus raised his trident high. Under his control, the Talabek River continued to surge, and the warships sailed upstream at a faster speed. With his blessing, these warships flew past like the wind, cutting through the darkness on the river.

The warship at the front rushed into the bone bridge formed by the army of the dead, and the collision horn slammed into the bridge with majestic force. Under the huge impact, the Bone Bridge made a tragic cracking sound, and the broken bones flew everywhere, echoing in the night sky like the whispers of the dead. The moment the bridge was knocked open, the water of the Tarabek River surged in like a giant wave, scattering the bone fragments and creating a huge splash. The broken bones floated in the current, drifting with the current, while the warship rushed forward with determination and courage without stopping.

Darkus knew that the ship could not stop, but the ship would still stop because Vlad was not Huang Baitao. According to his observations in the past two days, there are more than one bridge on the Talabek River. After the ship leaves the scope of his power, it will still stop and become a target. Under the dual attack of trebuchets and magic, the ships and Mannann believers will eventually reach their doomed end.

The third wave of the army of the dead did not use stone bullets, but was like the flaming skulls before. The burning skulls whizzed past Darkus' head, and the buildings surrounded by flames continued to burn. The fire not only adhered to On the building, it also spread to the surrounding areas. After taking a look inside the city, he then looked at the trebuchet's launch site. It was too far away, so far that a spellcaster would need to ride a Pegasus to use a spell to destroy the launch site. It was too dangerous, so dangerous that even if Drusala appeared, there would be no danger. There is a high probability that he will die in battle. Vampires are not like Yankees. Vampires have flying monsters such as Terrorbeasts. Facing such things is like delivering food to Pegasus. Even if it is entangled by a bat, it is enough to drink a pot.

Darkus looked at the slowly slowing ship again, and he raised his trident again. Although the ship was leaving the scope of his power, the Talabek River was always there, right under his feet, and he could use the rules of physics. The tumbling Talabek River became like a countercurrent surge, rushing upward under his power. Like man-made waves in a water park, strong countercurrents support the boat, making it appear as if the boat is traveling through a rapids.

The mighty force penetrated the river, providing a steady stream of power for the ships. Standing next to Dacus, William III seemed to witness another interpretation of the laws of nature. He was secretly surprised by the power released by Dacus.

However, Darkus' actions did not help the ship too much. Under his gaze, countless bats swarmed toward the ship despite the hailstorm.

Under the shroud of hail, black bats flew like phantoms in the dark night, their blood-red eyes flashing with fierce light and emitting sharp screams. They spread their wings and flew towards the crew, their claws as sharp as razor blades.

The crew did not scream, they knew what they would face. Under the organization of the officers, they took up weapons in an orderly manner and tried to repel the bats, but the number of bats was too huge, and the bat attack seemed unstoppable. The ship's defenses were almost futile, with some crew members being tackled to the ground by bats, claws tearing at their skin and blood splattering on the deck.

After a while, the crew lost their organization. They fled in all directions under the attack of the bats, trying to find shelter. Some crew members jumped into the river, trying to escape the pursuit of these demons, while others struggled to resist on the deck, hoping able to survive. The artillery on the deck was silent. Most of the bats were attracted by the deck, while a small number of bats followed the artillery window and entered the lower level. However, the artillery on the lower level was still supporting and firing continuously.

After the trebuchet was loaded, it launched another attack. However, this time the trebuchet did not launch at Altdorf. Instead, it adjusted its direction and aimed at the ship that was about to lose control. A large number of stones smashed into the army of the dead on the north bank, but there were still some On board the ship, there was a huge roar and splinters of wood flew everywhere.

The rocks caused serious damage to the ship. The hull shook and water poured in. The crew screamed in horror. Some were knocked down, some fell into the river, and some were still fighting back, trying to put the shells out. Enter the trebuchet position.

The first ship with a collision angle lost control. The helmsman, who was still breathing, tried to correct the course and let the ship hit the second bone bridge and get the ship closer to the trebuchet position, but the ship was no longer under control. , and violently impacted towards the south bank. The loud noise of the impact echoed across the entire river, accompanied by the sound of wood breaking and the hull twisting.

The second ship followed the out-of-control first ship and rushed straight towards it, unable to curb its speed. The bow without a collision angle kissed the stern of the first ship, making a deafening impact. The planks shattered, and the debris flew everywhere. The crew members of the two ships were thrown around, screaming like bats. In the sound, the horrified cries of humans filled the entire scene.

The helmsman of the third ship was still trying desperately to control the direction of the ship despite being bitten by bats, but it was already too late. The current like a tidal wave behind was very turbulent, and all the sailors operating the sails had been lost. The signs that the ship was out of control had become increasingly obvious, and the distance between the bow and the north shore was getting closer and closer. He roared hysterically, but he still could not avoid the final outcome. The ship completely lost control. In the end, the hull trembled and hit the north shore heavily. The hull shook violently, and the crew members were thrown around. In the cabin Objects fell one after another, and shells and gunpowder packets continued to roll down, creating a chaotic scene.

The stones from the trebuchets hit the stopped ship like a target. The stones caused more serious damage, and part of the ship's deck was smashed into pieces. However, the trebuchet attacks did not stop, and more boulders flew towards the ships, causing more casualties and damage.

A moment later, the last cannonball was fired from the lower cabin of the first ship. The trajectory of the cannonball was straight, like an invisible meteor streaking across the night sky.

The dying crew members witnessed this final blow, their hearts filled with despair and helplessness. As the shells were fired, human silence and the screams of bats enveloped the entire river, as if it was the end of a swan song, and the ship and everything on it sank into the abyss in this dead silence. Soon after, the crew climbed back up, but this time, they were fighting for the dead, not the living.

"They... tried their best, they fought until the last moment..." William III's words were full of grief.

Darkus nodded and said nothing. He looked at the trebuchet firing position. The position was deployed far away from the Talabek River. It was so far away that it was difficult for artillery to hit even the ship. The cannonball can be lobbed to roll in the soil through potential and kinetic energy, just like bowling. The problem is that doing so requires a lot of conditions.

For example, the sailor observation posts trained by Yueyue Huo Shuimu Jinjin can see the trajectory of the artillery in the dark night and adjust the muzzle, such as keeping the ship in a stable state. Perhaps Vlad was arrogant and conceited, but Vlad was not stupid. As Nehekhara's best tactician, he still had basic military qualities.

The trebuchet was launched again, and the stones hit the city wall like a torrential rain, stirring up thick clouds of dust. Rock fragments flew everywhere, as densely as raindrops, and hit the city wall with a terrible crashing sound. The smashing of stones brought devastating damage. The stones and wood on the city wall were shattered, and the fragments flew everywhere. A large number of defenders died in this attack. After a while, their broken bodies twisted awkwardly. Moving, trying to stand up and answer Vlad's call.

Vlad's curse was like a sharp blade, cutting off the will of the defenders. They watched helplessly as their companions fell down, and those who had fallen stood up again and became the vampire's puppets.

As the dead suddenly appeared in their midst, defenders along the walls were left fighting for their lives as they turned on their former brothers and comrades. The sword gleamed in the firelight and the night sky, and he rushed towards the friends who were talking and drinking together just now.

Nowhere is safe in this chaos. The dead may appear from any direction and in any form. When the deceased was thrown off the city wall, Jon Skyland felt incomprehensible. He didn't understand why humans were still persisting and struggling. Was it just the powerful spellcaster? But no matter how powerful the spellcaster was, he could still Is it powerful enough to stop the attack of the army of the dead?

The nearly invincible trebuchet was still pouring down stone bullets, but that was all. Drusala, who was holding the heart-breaking gun, never entered the battle. She stayed under the city wall like a detached existence, Sometimes I watch the living fighting the dead, sometimes I close my eyes and feel how Deha works.

Drusala thinks that this way of operating Deha is very strange. It has the underlying logic of Druchi's black magic, but also has an improvement. This can't help but remind her of the story that Darkus told her. There seemed to be a deep connection with her ancestors, but that was all. She didn't do anything. She didn't stir up Deha's energy to disturb the other party, and let the other party discover that Beloda was not the only powerful spellcaster in the city. It would be too boring to disturb the other party and let the other party run away. Her dear would be unhappy. of. And the battle in the first half did not belong to her, but to Belloda.

Belloda was still floating on the combat platform. Her left foot was vertical and her right foot was slightly raised. With her eyes closed, she raised her arms high, and the celestial hurricane instrument behind her was constantly rotating.

Lightning kept striking at the army of the dead at the gap. They howled in pain in the lightning triggered by the celestial hurricane instrument. Their bodies were penetrated by electric current, and their bones and muscles seemed to become transparent in the light, making it difficult for those facing them The dead human nobles and knights stand on end with horror.

The bodies of the dead were instantly defeated, and their bones were shattered to pieces by the electric shock, turning into balls of pitch-black flames. The smoke twisted in the light of lightning, creating a suffocating scene, as if the flames of hell were blazing in the chaos. Every time lightning struck, it was accompanied by a loud noise, as if the heaven and earth were shaking, and the air was filled with a pungent electric smell and a disgusting burning smell.

Under the bombardment of lightning released by the celestial hurricane instrument, the spirit spirits hidden among the dead who were preparing to attack had no way to escape. Their shapes began to become distorted, and their illusory figures shook violently in the light of lightning, trying to escape death. of trial. However, no matter how hard they struggled, they could not escape the shackles of lightning, as if they were firmly held by invisible hands.

The spirit bindings let out a shrill wail, and the sound became even more eerie and terrifying under the light of lightning. Their bodies are pierced by electric current, and their weak souls are being completely destroyed, turning into ashes and dissipating in the air.

On Belloda's floating combat platform, her expression remained calm with her eyes closed, as if she didn't know what was happening in front of her and couldn't see the horrific scene not far away. Her expression revealed a kind of mystery and aloofness. . As the celestial hurricane instrument continued to operate, lightning continued to strike at the army of the dead, turning them into ashes. This scene seemed like a divine judgment. At this moment, it was no longer like before. Her actions dispelled human doubts and deepened human impressions. At this moment, she became a god in the eyes of humans.

After Beloda discovered that the hail could not cause effective damage to the dead, but would instead affect the living, he stopped the hail, but the icy aura still permeated the surroundings and enveloped the battlefield. The cold air is like an invisible net, tightly wrapping every living person on the battlefield, making the living feel the bone-chilling chill. Unaffected by the hail, the dead continued to move forward coldly. The hail on their bodies melted on their bodies, but it did not stop them, as if they were accustomed to the cold and were even indifferent.

The battle to fill the hole is still going on, as if it will never reach its climax. Although the army of the dead surrounds Altdorf, neither side can do anything to the other. The living have not launched a land raid, and the dead have never been found. Way to enter Altdorf.

Jon Skyland stood there and took a deep breath of the cold air. He stood there quietly, watching the thick smoke billowing from the city, watching the lightning falling continuously, and listening to various sounds. A symphony of mixed sounds. There was no doubt that Altdorf would collapse, just as the bodies of those who guarded it were crushed by the rain of stone. But Altdorf never seemed to fall, and it always stood firm in the face of attacks and sieges.

The servants changed their previous routine. They threw rotten corpses full of plague onto the city wall. These corpses made terrible battle cries in the sky, and were thrown towards the city wall under the rain of rockets all over the sky.

Most of the corpses that hit the wall stacks and city walls were in pieces, and the broken limbs and arms splashed on the bodies of the guards. The huge impact knocked the guards down. The few dead who could get up launched attacks on the living, but they were not met. What came to them was steel. The sound of steel and bone colliding could be heard from the city wall, and arrows hit their broken flesh.

Under Vlad's black magic, screams and shouts kept coming from the battlefield. The fallen corpses were given evil life by the blasphemous dark power. The bloody and scarred corpses kept getting up. Like a vengeful ghost descending on the city of Altdorf. The bloody and devastated corpses became a horrific sight in this battle. They were dominated by the power of immortality and started to act again.

Although people knew that dawn would not bring respite and the sun would not rise to save them, they still fought tenaciously because they knew that Sigmar had appeared, and they knew that the mysterious and powerful immortals were fighting with them. They know that as long as they hold on until the immortals complete the final ritual, they will win. This will be the final battle.

The city wall was soaked with blood, and the unfrozen blood was full of viscosity. Countless corpses were piled under the city wall and outside the gap. The guards threw the fallen corpses off the battlements, doused them with oil and set them on fire. The flames burned the flesh of the corpses. Even if they were burned, the bones would still be reborn with the flames until they were completely reduced to ashes.

This battle is like a hell on earth, cutting, dying, resurrecting, lightning strikes, burning, dying, resurrecting, all this seems to be endless. As more dead flock to Altdorf, the battle becomes more and more anxious, But from beginning to end, neither side could do anything to the other.

The army of living servants who had been guarding the camp were gathered together. At the same time, Vlad, who was still in a state of anger, gathered all the vampires that could be gathered. He asked the living to guard around the camp, but the living failed to fulfill this task. His ring, which was crucial to him, was lost. He felt angry and helpless, and was determined to fight against those who made him lose the ring. revenge.

Vlad didn't say anything to the gathered living. He didn't want to say useless nonsense to this group of living, because that couldn't eliminate the resentment in his heart. He stretched out his hand and pointed at the living, and he ordered The vampires attack the living and let them drain their blood as punishment. The vampires who understood his gestures showed cruel smiles to the living people. The vampires obeyed his orders and transformed into black shadows and messengers of killing.

The living people who were hit were defenseless. They were at a loss in the face of the sudden attack. They didn't even know what was happening. Their screams echoed in the night sky, but they were quickly suffocated because the vampires Biting open their carotid arteries fiercely and greedily sucking out the source of their life.

The boy who heard Genevieve's movement before was struggling under the restraints of Jon Skyland. While struggling, he seemed to have thought of something. Maybe... maybe... he didn't listen to the veteran's advice and told him what he heard. Tell the vampire that maybe... maybe... he can still live, return to Sylvania, and see his mother and sister, maybe... his life force is constantly draining, and his eyes The brilliance disappeared and finally became dim.

Vlad stood aside and witnessed all this coldly. The anger and hatred in his heart seemed to turn into the fangs of vampires, launching a merciless attack on the living. He looked at Jon Skyland who was looking at him. He read Jon Skyland's mind. He thought that he had always been a great tactician and was good at reading human minds. He knew that the guards Our strength is weakening, and now it is time to end the resistance.

"Vampire! Listen to my orders!" Vlad ordered loudly and at the same time, he raised his blood-drinking sword and pointed it at the city wall.

While Jon Skylan was doing the noble ceremony, a greedy smile appeared on his face. It was time, it was time to settle accounts with the Sigmar Cult. The blood in the city was enough to satisfy his darkest desires, and he raised his head and roared like a wolf into the night. The vampire beside him seemed to hear the call of his primitive desire, the expression on his face twisted, the cheekbones on his face also raised, and the bones under his face formed and healed like liquid.

The beastly faces emerged from under the vampire skin, their chins elongated, and the lines of their ears became pointed. They roared one after another in response to Vlad von Carstein's call.

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Asperen felt very awkward. Before setting off, his feet were firmly fixed with the help of the Enils so that he would not fall off the saddle and be caught by the cold lizards following behind. Use those powerful hind limbs to trample it into mud. As long as he doesn't fall into a coma, he has a chance to grab the grab handle next to the saddle, put his body back on the saddle, and enter the battle.

Compared to his bound feet, what made Asperon feel more uncomfortable was the armor on his body. The cold lizard fear knight armor brought from the Lustria continent was worn on Kaitan. The newly made armor was different from the one he wore before. It was very simple in shape, without the previous blades and spikes. It was so simple that the armor of the Asur Silver Helmet Knight could be worn outside.

It is said that this kind of armor is different from the previous black steel. A long time ago, when the armor was issued to his hands, Asperon could feel that the texture of the armor was very hard. When chatting with his companions, he I have vaguely heard that this kind of armor is made with the latest technology, and is also mixed with a strange metal called sea gold, which is similar to Ysrama silver. This set of armor saved him more than once. On that foggy island, the armor worn under the silver armor of Israma finally blocked the axes of the group of Chaos believers. He was also in the process of building a fight with the Yankees. , the armor also helped him block the fatal blow, although he eventually fell into the sea of ​​claws.

However, what is going on now is more than that. The silver armor of Israma is also covered with a layer of Enil's clothing and robes. Asperon does not think that Enil's clothing and robes will have any practical effect. , more of a symbol and representation? But he is a soldier, a knight, and now he has the identity of a follower of Edreze. All he can do is obey orders, unless... he can one day beat his leader, who comes from the Hell Calamity family. of Selire.

Asperon looked into the distance, thoughts kept surging in his mind. When he was young, he got to know Malus, even though he had heard many things about Malus, and because of Malus, he gave birth to him. The Nagor has now changed its owner, and the Bale family to which he was loyal has become extinct. But he didn't hate Malus. On the contrary, he fell in love with Malus's charm. He was willing to fight with Malus, charge with Malus, and help Malus put his brain back into place. Druchi was not the original one. Is that all?

It is better to follow the charging Malus than to follow the cowardly, arrogant, arrogant and useless Furlan. Asperon has always been disdainful of Furland's virtue. If Furland did not have his father Ba Les and Ferland are none of that. This is also true. When he was taking care of his father who was also under house arrest in Krakarond, he heard his father say that if he had followed Malus's advice that day and attacked Hagrid Grave directly instead of attacking Hagrid Grave's Camping under the noses of the army, things might have turned out differently, but otherwise, Furlan's almost crazy decision decided the fate of the Nagor.

What makes Asperon feel strange is that he and his father did not die in Krakarond, were not executed, and were not reduced to slavery. Likewise, those companions captured by Hagrid Grave did not suffer a terrible fate. , instead... he and his father, like other families on the Nagol, turned to serve the Hellscourge family, or to be more precise, they served the Hand of the Witch King.

The kind and generous Darkus spared the nobles and soldiers of the Nagor and did not sacrifice them to Kane. Moreover, his family's mansion and property on the Nagor were not confiscated and were retained. Come down. However, it is said that the Nagor, which has been staying in Krakalond, has been being renovated, and it is unknown what his family's mansion and property have been remodeled into. Moreover, he has also heard rumors that, except for the family mansion, the rest of the family property has no management rights, only distribution rights, that is, regular distribution of money.

Asperon breathed out a breath. He felt very... He couldn't describe the feeling. As the fleet arrived at the mysterious continent, everything changed. He saw the potential of the continent, although this This concept is very vague to him. Under the orders of the Witch King, his father once again became the Fear Lord. He accompanied the lizardmen in the lizardmen's buildings and guarded important positions condescendingly.

During the three years in Lustria, Asperon used his vacation to visit his father. He found that his father was very happy. During the chat with his father, he found that his father liked the current life very much. Life. His old-fashioned and stubborn father told him that times have changed and the past has become the past. From now on, he must serve the Witch King with all his heart and not have any thoughts that he shouldn't have.

Perhaps it won't be long before the family will be at the top of Druch society under the management of Baklon and Asperon. At that time, he thought that his father was drunk and talking drunkenly. When he was on the Nagor, his family was not accepted by Burroughs, mainly because of his father's rude temper and bad temper. Otherwise, his father would not have led an army composed mainly of infantry. Maybe he would have slept One night, all forgotten the next day.

However, as time passed, Asperon found that his father's words were right. When he was in Chapeiuto, he could often see the Witch King and the Witch King's Hand staying together and chatting about something. Sometimes He felt that they were not chatting, but quarreling? Arguing with the Witch King was something he had never dreamed of before. He could not dream of such a scene in his dreams, but this scene happened before his eyes. Even though he was still young, he knew what it meant.

As his father said, times have changed, and the past has become the past. Asperon changed from a Kane believer to an Edreze believer. He became a believer and lived, lived and fought like a believer. There are various rules and regulations in it. But he enjoyed the life of a cultist and found that he could give his back to his companions, something that had never happened before. In the past... his father had taught him more than once that he should not only be wary of the enemies in front of him, but also be wary of his companions behind him.

After setting off from the continent of Lustria, Asperon started a new life. He became a sailor and fought against Chaos and Orcs on that misty island. It is said that they saved the world? He felt weird. What does saving the world have to do with Druch? But it did happen, at least that's what the companions around him said. At that time, he felt that the companion beside him was not Druchi, but he was very sure that the companion beside him was Druchi, because some Druchi... We've known each other since we were on board the Nagor.

After wandering around the Sea of ​​Claws, Asperon participated in a raid on a Yankee town, and for a moment he felt like he was Druch again, but then he changed again. He came to Elzin Arwen, which was recorded, and he went down to visit Erso Talarian, a city ruled for thousands of years by the Witch King and the Hellscoat family. He came to the legendary Lauren Loren and saw the Enils who were completely different from Druch and Asul. The group of Enils living in the forest did not live in the trees, but lived in classical buildings. , he likes to stay with the Aenir very much. In his opinion, Aenir is completely different from Druch, even though they are both elves.

After that, a lot happened. During the Battle of Golden Pond, Asperon almost died under the terrifying wheel of Chaos, but the cold lizard underneath him saved him. He attacked the human city under the command of the Witch King's Hand's cousin, which seemed very strange to him. The friendship between the Witch King's Hand and the brothers basically did not happen in Druchi society. What you cannot see is that if he controls an army, he will never give control of the army to his brothers.

For a while, the Witch King's Hand disappeared. For a moment, Asperon thought that the Witch King's Hand was dead. He hid and shed tears. This had never happened before. He was young. Even when his father was almost dying, he didn't even shed tears. His father told him that a qualified Druchi had no right to cry, but he found that many Druchis seemed to have cried during that time. Fortunately, the Hand of the Witch King reappeared. It is said that the Hand of the Witch King saved Lauren Loren again.

However, Asperon still doesn't know what happened specifically. He only knows that the Witch King's hand banished a Chaos Demon inside, just like the golden pool, and also killed a dragon, completing the process of slaying the dragon. feat.

Malus has long become a thing of the past. The impression of Malus is getting weaker and weaker in Asperon, so much so that he has forgotten what Malus looks like. Now he is attracted by the charm exuded by Darkus. , he is willing to fight for the hand of the Witch King, and he is willing to dedicate everything to the hand of the Witch King. He wanted to be the vanguard, in the front row, to show his loyalty to the Witch King's Hand and to express his respect for the Witch King's Hand.

But being the vanguard is not something that Asperun just wants to do. Many Druchs, including those Enils, want to be in the front row. In the end, the leaders used the method of rolling the dice. Fortunately, he was very lucky, just like he survived many dangerous battles, and he finally appeared in the first row as he wished. It is……

However, just as thoughts were surging in Asperon's mind, he was interrupted by the leader beside him. The leader's feet were not fixed in the stirrups, and he was kicked awake. He looked at the leader blankly. He saw a speechless and disgusted expression on the leader's face. After the leader glanced at him, he didn't say anything. Instead, he motioned for him to look forward. He looked far away and flew in the sky. burning objects, looking at the countless green flames in the distance, he knew that the battle was about to begin.

After Selile glanced at Asperen, he turned to look behind him. Then he patted the big guy under him. The big guy he was riding turned his head and glanced at him. He could see Disgusted and dissatisfied in the eyes of the big guy.

This is something Selilei had never experienced when he served in the Ebon Claw. Those stupid cold lizards in the Ebon Claw are not as agile as the big guys. He suddenly thought of his brother who was still serving in the Ebony Claw. If he told his experience to his brother, his brother would definitely be very jealous and envious of him. He pushed the thoughts out of his mind, nodded friendly to the big guy, and put on his helmet.

"Attack!"

After Selire issued the order, all the cold lizards started moving under the leadership of the big guy. The elves did not make the usual pre-battle shouts, and the cold lizards did not roar. There was only silence and the sound of the cold lizards' powerful hind legs stepping on the mud.