Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

In terms of scale, this battle was not large, but it was quite brutal. The reason was...

When the Asrai thought they could move and tried to fight back, they found that they still could not break free from the shackles of the powerful magic. What frightened them even more was that Durthu seemed to move faster than before.

Durthu, who was charging rapidly, was like a giant moving fortress, advancing fearlessly. Its footsteps were heavy and powerful, and every step shook the earth, as if the whole forest was trembling in its anger. When it approached the Asrai army standing there, it raised the terrifying rune sword engraved with elven runes on its sword body, which was ten meters long. These elven runes glowed brightly in its hands.

However, this time its enemies were no longer the beastmen, greenskins, humans or chaos before, but the elves... those former comrades-in-arms. Its attacks were swift and deadly, and every swing carried the power to destroy the world. The sword of Deth drew shining arcs in the air, slashing at the Asrai formation with destructive power.

Those elves who had fought alongside it now seemed so powerless in the face of its wrath.

Every swing of Durthu was like thunder, and the long sword whistled through the air, making a low whistling sound like the wind in a storm. His former comrades became small and helpless in front of it.

The Asrai tried to fight back, but their efforts seemed so futile in the face of Durthu's overwhelming power. The arrows and spells that rained down like raindrops in the past did not fall on Durthu's body, nor were they blocked by the thick bark and powerful magical defense. Because they were still unable to move, they couldn't run or fight back.

The Asrai could only watch in horror as the huge blade approached, their defenses seemed so fragile in the face of its huge power. The long sword swept across, with unparalleled power, and cut a whole row of Eternal Guards in two. Blood sprayed in the air, their bodies were torn apart by the huge impact, blood and limbs flew, and the battlefield suddenly became a mess.

Durthu's attack was like a raging fire, burning every move it made. There was no mercy in its heart, and every attack was filled with a vision of the future. It knew the meaning of this battle, and there was a cold light in its eyes. Its heart was filled with despair for the past years and a firm belief in the future.

It knew that only by following the guidance of the Old Saints could it save this forest and let its compatriots find hope again. It would prove its power, and it would let everyone understand that the time of the Old Saints and Daquus had come. For the future of the forest, the elves who dared to stand in front of it must die.

Every swing of it was a small disaster, destroying any enemy who had to stand in front of it. Its attack was swift and ruthless, and every swing took the lives of several elves. The long sword slashed down, the ground was torn, the armor of the Eternal Guards was shredded, and the bodies were cut into countless pieces.

Under Durthu's crazy offensive, Asrai's formation was quickly broken. The elves, bound by magic, watched Dursul slaughter them indiscriminately, unable to do anything. Their eyes were filled with fear and confusion, unable to accept that their former allies had now become their most terrible enemies.

The attack of the tree people was slow and inevitable, like a tree breaking through a rock, but with the blessing of magic, they became faster and more destructive than ever before. Dursul charged forward, bringing devastating damage with his long sword swings, and then the four members of the Ancestral Council also entered the battlefield. It was as if the forest itself was fighting, and every move they made was full of ancient power and firm determination.

The entry of the four members of the Ancestral Council made the battlefield even more tragic. Their attacks were like the wrath of nature, and every blow carried the power of destruction. The Asrai seemed so powerless in front of them, and any resistance seemed like a futile struggle. Their footsteps were heavy and rhythmic, and every landing announced the end of the Asrai army.

The spears broke on the thick bark, and the Asrai's bodies and weapons seemed so fragile in front of the powerful power of the tree people. As soon as the spears that were not swung touched the tree man's skin, they were shattered by the powerful recoil. The tree man's multi-knotted feet stepped down, heavy and powerful, and each step crushed the elves to pieces. The ground was full of crushed armor and flesh, and the battlefield was full of screams and wails. The screams and the sound of broken bones mixed together to form a palpitating scene.

The vines seemed to have life, flexibly wrapping around the limbs of the Asrai and lifting them high. When the vines lifted their struggling bodies high, they screamed in sudden fear, their faces full of fear and despair, and their screams echoed on the battlefield, which was creepy. Then, the vines mercilessly threw them back to their companions, causing greater chaos and panic.

The scene on the battlefield became more bloody and chaotic, and the screams and blood of the Asrai dyed the open space red, and the air was filled with the breath of fear and despair. Their courage was destroyed bit by bit in this endless terror. What's even more cruel is that they are imprisoned by magic and cannot flee from the ruthless attack. They can only wait for death and watch the tree people advance mercilessly, with that unstoppable force, crushing everything that stands in their way.

This battle was destined to be a bloody massacre. Every leaf in the forest was trembling, as if mourning for the tragedy that was happening. In this crazy battle, Dursul proved its power, and it made all the Asrai understand that the will of the Old Saints cannot be disobeyed and the anger of the forest cannot be avoided.

Screams and wails still filled the battlefield, torturing the nerves of every elf except Duruch. The Asrai standing in the neutral zone witnessed this tragic battle, and their hearts were filled with complex emotions, pain, and contradictions. They once fought side by side with Dursul and other tree people to protect this forest together, but now they have to watch their former allies ruthlessly attack their compatriots.

Although they did not participate in the battle, it did not mean that they would not be hurt by the war. At this moment, they seemed to realize that no matter what the outcome, this battle had changed everything. The friendship and trust that had been shattered no longer existed, leaving only deep sadness and endless regret.

Heglia and the others stood at the forefront, their expressions solemn and sad. Hegria's eyes were slightly red. She looked at the tall tree man who mercilessly trampled her compatriots under his feet, as if she had a heavy burden in her heart.

"Did we make the right choice?" Tyrandor asked in a low voice, his voice full of hesitation and pain. He looked at his compatriots struggling in the vines, his eyes flashing with complex light.

On the other side of the battlefield, the spellcasters led by Areda and Moranna were still providing support for the outsiders who were destined to be crowned. Their magic shone in the air, providing more power for the attack of the tree man. Although they had made their choice, the contradictions and pain in their hearts did not disappear.

"We used to be... Why did things become like this?" Areda whispered, her voice drifting in the wind, but she still released her already formed spell.

"You have to ask Sefian about this, you know him. He was the one who blew the horn of the Wild Hunt. It's not midsummer now. He has been Orion for less than half a day. Why did such a tragedy happen?" Moranna responded indifferently, her eyes full of determination and resoluteness. She knew that there was no turning back now, and they had to bear the consequences of their choices.

"How can I not feel pain after seeing all this?" Lilith lamented after seeing the confused look Alaros gave her. Her voice was trembling, but she still pointed her finger at Orion who was still running. She showed her role at this time, and she guided the Asrai and said, "They shouldn't have been standing there, it was him!"

Darkius blew the horn again, and the low and shocking sound echoed over the battlefield. The big guys who received the instructions immediately took action, and the coordinated horn roared, and the dominated cold lizards quickly turned and avoided the Asrai army that was being slaughtered by the forest spirits.

With the blessing of the time of disorder, the cold lizards ran faster than usual, and the wind swept past, and their steps shook the earth like thunder. Soon, the war group came to the area between the Asrai army and the Asur mission at an astonishing speed.

When passing the Asur mission, Darkius turned his head and looked at the array over there. His eyes penetrated the chaos of the battlefield and locked onto Finnubar, as if he felt his gaze, or maybe he was just in Finnubar's sight. Finnubar's eyes fell on him, their eyes met in the air, and time stopped at this moment.

Dacuus came here from afar with a purpose in mind, that is, to find Finnubar. Under his deliberate guidance, it seemed as if there was a force in the dark that was pulling them to meet, and fate intertwined them together. Although the battlefield was filled with smoke and the sound of killing was deafening, in this brief eye contact, they seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and space. After he showed Finnubar a friendly smile, he turned his head to look at the wild cavalry who was already very close. He just saw the real owner, and he didn't want to leave himself here.

At the moment when Finnubar looked at each other, he felt an indescribable sense of familiarity and fate in his heart, but Ulthuan did not know Naggaroth as well as Naggaroth knew Ulthuan. He had never heard of the name Dacius before, and he did not even know that such a person existed. He only learned a few words from Bellodha a moment ago, not to mention any legends.

But why did he have that strange feeling, more like an encounter between two souls connected by fate? Complex emotions surged in his heart, both confusion about the future and deep worries about the current situation.

As the horn sounded again, the speed of the Cold Lizard War Group increased again, as if it turned into a black lightning, passing through the chaos of the battlefield and moving towards the predetermined goal. Soon, the Cold Lizard War Group completed the turn and final preparations.

"Towards victory!" Dacius roared, and leveled the Trident of the Sea.

As Dacius's voice echoed on the battlefield, the charge began, and the sound of galloping shook the open ground, and the knights' hearts ignited a warm fighting spirit. Their eyes flashed with determination and resoluteness. They put down their raised lances and spears. They knew that this was another peak cavalry duel after the battle under the city of Altdorf. In order to win and to prove that they were the strongest in the world, they were not afraid of death.

As the weapon was raised horizontally, the big guy let out a terrifying roar that he had only heard under the city of Altdorf. As it roared, the cold lizards no longer remained silent and roared in unison. Along with the roar came the cold lizards' increasingly faster pace, changing from running in third gear to charging in fourth gear.

The roar of the cold lizards and the war cry of the wild cavalry intertwined, forming a trembling sound wave. The cold lances of the cold lizard knights and the spears of the wild cavalry flashed in the air, and even the air trembled. With a loud bang, the two forces collided at an unprecedented speed, and suddenly there was the sound of metal collision and beast roaring, and the violent sound resounded through the sky, as if to tear the entire battlefield apart.

The cold lizard war group and the wild cavalry collided violently, and the battlefield was instantly engulfed in blood and killing. The lances and spears pierced each other's armor and body at the moment of collision, and blood sprayed in the air like a fountain, like a blooming blood-colored flower, dyeing the surrounding air red. The roars and war cries intertwined, forming a series of terrible sound waves that shook the souls of everyone present.

A stag rushed towards the resentful, its antlers flashing coldly like sharp blades, heading straight for the resentful body. Even if the resentful was slow to perceive, it still sensed the impending danger. It tried to dodge, but the antlers had already hit it head-on. However, the antlers did not pierce the armor draped on its body, nor were they knocked out.

Although it did not suffer any damage from the stab, the impact of the high-speed collision still made the resentful pause for a few times, but fortunately it did not fall. Driven by pain and anger, it reacted and bit the stag's neck fiercely with its sharp teeth. The teeth were deeply embedded in the blood vessels and tendons, tearing the flesh and blood. The stag kicked and kicked wildly in a desperate neigh, trying to fight back in pain, but the cold lizard's strength was unmatched, and the stag's struggle could only bring more pain to itself. With every bite, it took away a piece of fresh flesh, and blood splattered, staining their scales and armor red.

The stags of the wild cavalry screamed in pain, and the cold lizards' sharp claws tore their flesh, making a creepy sound. The knights were thrown off the saddle by the fierce impact, their bodies rolled helplessly in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, making a heavy crash. The sound of broken bones was mixed in, which was creepy.

The ground was full of broken spears and lance fragments, flashing cold light, like deadly fragments scattered on the battlefield. The bodies that lost their lives lay on the ground in all directions, and the battlefield was as tragic as a Shura field. (End of this chapter)