Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Darkius first set foot on the Lustria continent in 2009 of the Imperial Calendar. During that period, he did a lot of things, such as restarting the Spicazuma and other things.

The importance of Spicazuma does not need to be repeated.

In the second year of Darkius's trip to Elsin Alvin, the great prophet made a major discovery in the jungle of the Southland. He found the solar engine manufacturing slab that Darkius had been looking for in the ruins of a satellite city in the north of Tiatqua.

Coptiti was simply a manager tailor-made for the Spicazuma system. In the following years after the discovery of the slab, he gathered the solar engine parts scattered in various cities on the Lustria continent, and then made up for what was missing, realizing a certain degree of liberalization of the use of solar engines by the Lizardmen on the Lustria continent.

The Slann magic priests changed the terrain around Zahuitak, raising the ground on both sides to form high ground. The ankylosaurs equipped with solar engines were deployed on the high platforms on both sides, and the elevated terrain was facing the low-lying Zahuitak. As the saying goes, high hit low, hit stupid X, and it was crossfire from the side.

In addition, it must be said that the prophet of Sotek, the chosen god of Sotek, really had a connection with the solar engine inexplicably. The cook began to study the recipe... No, it was the prophet of the snake god who stopped studying the snake cabinet and began to study the solar engine. A long time ago, he gave Daquus a stone tablet. Although this stone tablet did not record the manufacturing process of the solar engine, it recorded another use of the solar engine.

In the battle on the second day, the skin lizards arranged the ankylosaurs into a unique formation and used another way to praise the ancient saint Kotego to resonate between the solar engines.

In this way of use, when the wind of magic is abundant, the more solar engines are deployed, the stronger the power and range of pure light energy. It was so strong that on the second day, it directly took away a bloodthirsty demon who was ready to show his skills in the air.

Now, as the servants of Khorne enthusiastically set foot on the battle road paved with skulls, their eyes were filled with a desire for blood and slaughter. However, at the moment when their army moved forward, a low humming sound suddenly came from the air, as if it came from some ancient power between heaven and earth. The humming sound was the sound of the solar engine starting up. On both sides of the highland, the ancient and sacred devices were gradually awakening at this moment.

The solar engine emitted a strong light, like a small sun embedded in the earth. As the energy accumulated, the light ball in the center of the device began to rotate violently, emitting a dazzling golden glow. The runes and gems inside the engine lit up one by one, and the sunlight patterns surrounding the device were like flowing golden flames, bursting out with dazzling light that was difficult to look directly at.

As the humming sound became stronger and stronger, the power of the solar engine finally reached its peak, and pure light energy suddenly ejected out, like a beam of flames, cutting through the sky, illuminating the earth, and rushing straight towards the army of the servants of Khorne.

Bakron, who was on standby, looked up at the pure light energy moving across the sky. Although it was not the first time he had seen it, he still showed an expression of obsession and desire. In the battles of the past few days, he had witnessed the terrifying power of this weapon, which was far beyond the reach of the Reaper Crossbow. If his army could...

Pure light energy carried blazing energy, and wherever it went, it was like the sun itself descending on the earth. The beam penetrated the blood rain, cut through the air, and hit the array of Khorne servants at lightning speed. A huge roar resounded through the sky, and the earth trembled under this endless light.

The fanatical Khorne servants were just immersed in the ecstasy of the upcoming killing, but now they were swallowed up by this deadly light energy in an instant. The strong shock wave completely disrupted their formation. Wherever the beam passed, their flesh and blood turned into ashes in an instant, and the horned helmets on their heads and the armor on their bodies evaporated together.

The ground was burned black by the blazing light energy, and the solar engine continued to spray beams, constantly destroying those enemies who tried to advance. The light illuminated the entire battlefield, dispelling all darkness and evil, and even the sky was purified at this moment.

Although the beam of the solar engine was blazing and ruthless, the servants of Khorne did not retreat. Their will was inspired by this light to a deeper level of fanaticism and madness, and the blood-red light in their eyes became more and more blazing, reflecting their endless desire for killing and destruction.

Each beam destroyed a part of them, but the vacant position was immediately filled by more servants. These bloodthirsty maniacs who did not have the fear instinct of ordinary creatures continued their crazy charge.

The beam continued to shoot out from the solar engine, sweeping the battlefield frantically, turning all evil existence into nothingness. The ground was burned black under the continuous bombardment of the beam, and the air was filled with the smell of burning ashes and blood.

However, these servants of Khorne were like monsters without pain, and seemed to have completely transcended pain and fear. They ran wildly in the blood rain, roaring and rushing towards the enemy. Their brass armor and weapons became extremely hot under the beam.

It made sense for the Duruchi mercenaries and pirates to collapse. They had never experienced such a high-intensity battle, and they had never faced such a terrible enemy.

The steps of the servants of Khorne were heavy but never stopped, and their eyes burned with pure hatred and bloodthirsty fanaticism. Every step they took carried the power of destruction, and every roar announced to the whole world that they were unstoppable.

The Slann magic priests gathered together, guarded by the temple guards. They could sense that the evil power of Khorne was corroding the earth and infecting the energy in the spirit vein network. They closed their eyes, merged themselves with the ancient spirit vein network through will and spell, and began to extract energy from it.

As their spells echoed in the air, the energy in the spirit vein network was quickly activated, and the surging power surged from the depths of the earth, like a stream of incandescent light, flickering in the air.

As if responding to their call, the sky began to change dramatically.

Sometimes it was red blood rain falling from the sky, dyeing the earth into a bloody ocean. Sometimes it was normal rain falling again, trying to purify the air filled with corruption. This repeated change tore the sky apart, and the sky itself struggled in the pull of the two forces.

The spells of the Slann magic priests became more and more complex and more and more urgent, and the struggle for power entered a white-hot stage. The earth could not withstand the confrontation of this power, trembling violently, groaning in pain.

The collision of forces filled the entire battlefield with a sense of oppression, and the air was full of tension and anxiety.

The two sides were deadlocked for a long time, and the blood rain continued to fall, as if it would never end.

Thanks to the Kith steel from Naggaroth, the solar engine can now fire continuously. Although the beams of the solar engine ruthlessly destroyed wave after wave of Khorne servants, they could not completely curb their rage. Every time the beams penetrated their bodies, the surviving servants would rush forward more frantically. The more fierce the attack of the solar engine, the stronger their enthusiasm and desire.

At this moment, a flash of lightning suddenly lit up the black and red sky, tearing the sky apart, shining with a heart-pounding light, illuminating everything on the battlefield like daylight. Then came the second and third thunders, deafening. The Slann magic priests summoned a thunderstorm of the heavenly level. The lightning fell from the sky with endless anger and hit the team of Khorne servants violently.

The followers of Khorne fell one after another in the violent thunder and lightning, and the blood rain and thunder and lightning intertwined into a doomsday-like scene. Every lightning seemed to penetrate their souls, and their bodies gradually shattered in the light.

The servants of Khorne continued to advance, like countless torrents of flesh and blood. The power of Khorne was fully demonstrated in their roars, and the atmosphere of the battlefield became more and more crazy and chaotic. Even the thunderstorm in the sky failed to calm this anger, but became a catalyst for their increasing violence. Although countless companions disappeared in the light and thunderstorm, they still did not waver, and their charge was like an endless frenzy.

They have only one goal, killing and destruction! Fighting for Khorne, they will never surrender on this battlefield. Although their bodies were destroyed, they could not destroy their desire for killing.

The Slann Mage Priests continued to cast their spells, guiding the thunder and lightning more accurately, like a huge sword, piercing the heart of the servants of Khorne. Each lightning strike was accompanied by a huge roar, which smashed the servants of Khorne into pieces and bloody.

As the lightning flashed, Lord Adoshi-Tehega, who was good at using the Wind of the Gate of Piety, exerted his strength. His spells echoed in the air, and a dazzling golden light began to gather in the air, gradually forming a huge sphere.

At first, the sphere was just a flickering shadow, an interweaving of light and shadow. But as his spells became stronger and stronger, the phantom gradually condensed and became more substantial. Finally, a huge sphere made of pure gold took shape in the air, emitting a suffocating pressure, like a sphere of judgment descending from heaven.

Under his control, the golden sphere began to slowly descend, and its target was the battle road that the servants of Khorne had embarked on. As the sphere approached the ground, its power became stronger and stronger, and the light illuminated the entire battlefield. Finally, the golden sphere slammed into the battle road with a deafening roar, and the whole earth trembled.

After the orb hit the ground, it did not stop its destructive journey, but rolled down the ramp, crushing everything along the way. The servants of Khorne tried to resist, but their weapons and armor seemed so fragile and powerless in the face of this huge force. Where the golden orb rolled over, the ground became charred, and flesh and bones were crushed into powder.

However, this destruction is far from over.

As the orb rolled over, strange changes began to appear on the surface of the sphere. A burst of golden light flashed, and countless cracks suddenly appeared in the orb, and hounds made of gold jumped out from it. They were not ordinary hounds with a metallic glow on their bodies, but the embodiment of the wind of the pious gate, and they were the embodiment of the will of Adoshi-Tehega.

The golden hounds surrounded the orb and quickly pounced on the surrounding Khorne servants. At the same time, Khorne's flesh hounds let out a low roar and pounced on them head-on. The road to war suddenly fell into chaos, brass and gold confronted each other, flesh and metal collided, and a brutal contest began.

The flesh hounds waved their sharp claws and fangs, trying to tear the hard shell of the golden hounds. Their blood-red eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate the golden defense were full of rage and desire.

The golden hounds did not show weakness, dodging the attacks at lightning speed and using their tough metal bodies to fight back. Their teeth were as sharp as saw teeth, and every bite could tear the flesh of the flesh hounds.

The two sides bit each other, and the collision of brass and gold made a sharp metallic friction sound in the air, and sparks flew everywhere. The Flesh Hound's flesh was torn to pieces by the Golden Hound's attack, and the Golden Hound also left deep scratches in the Flesh Hound's counterattack. With the blessing of strength, both sides worked tirelessly and continued to attack.

At the same time, the golden ball was still crushing mercilessly.

Vienna put down the shield she was holding in her left hand and wiped the blood on her face with her left hand. It might be the effect of the rain, or it might be the explosion of her body's functions. Her trembling body shivered uncontrollably.

She has been stationed in Atolak for hundreds of years. She has seen many strange things in the chaotic wasteland. She thinks she is well-informed. She has seen everything, but she has really never seen the scene in front of her. Atolak has been breached. The intensity of that time is far incomparable to the intensity of the current battle.

She felt like a lone boat in the storm, which could capsize at any time. She didn't think the upcoming battle was something her level should participate in. But what can she do? She can't run away like the mercenaries and pirates who have chosen to do it. Moreover, those mercenaries and pirates haven't run away yet. Dorian has made strict arrangements before this, even if How far can you run away in this terrifying rain forest?

And... there was no more, there was no time for her to think too much. She saw that the light of the golden orb gradually dimmed, and her judgment was correct. The golden orb slowly stopped in the center of the battlefield, and finally disappeared.

Now, there is good news and bad news. The bad news is that the servants of Khorne have not been defeated and are still charging. The good news is that the army formation of the servants of Khorne has been in chaos under the continuous attack, and there is no initial strength. fear.

The better news than this is that Ashriel's garrison did not face the servants of Khorne directly like the traditional fighting method. The terrain was constantly rising, and the servants of Khorne needed to attack from above. Before the two parties come into contact, the servants of Khorne have to pass through several gullies filled with mire. The servants of Khorne need to move slowly to cross the ditches, and before the two parties come into contact, the servants of Khorne have to cross an obstacle.

The fleet from Naggaroth came to Chapeiuto not long ago, and in addition to bringing the residue that Asriel needed to pave the way, it also brought a large amount of Kith steel.

Before setting off, Dorian brought over this batch of Keith steel. The gith steel was put to great use. When the gith steel was spliced ​​by the Slann magic priests, it formed a powerful obstacle. It's not much, but it's enough for Druch's defense. The lizardmen's defense line can only use wooden obstacles or stones.

"The rift in the abyss has been opened! Now, let them see! Who! is the real strong man!" Vienna, with blood-red eyes, raised the scimitar in his hand and roared.

"Druch!"

"Spear and shield!"

"Druch!"

The unique popping sound of the Druchi horn resounded through the sky, marking the beginning of a fierce battle. The attacks of the Reaper Ballista and the Black Blade Repeater swept across the battlefield like a storm. The ballista made a low buzz as the huge bow arms twisted, and the huge arrows roared out, piercing the servants of Khorne like sharp blades. Military formation.

The arrows penetrated the flesh-and-blood hound at the front, pinning the hound to the ground. Some arrows even penetrated several vampires and strung their corpses together.

At the same time, the Black Rui Repeating Crossbowmen launched a more intensive attack with the repeating crossbows in their hands. The crossbow arrows made a piercing whistle in the air, as if with a malicious omen, they shot towards the target accurately. Continuous arrows fell like raindrops, covering the path of Khorne's servants.

Despite the heavy rain of arrows, the servants of Khorne were undaunted and continued to charge wildly.

The flesh hounds ran wildly ahead. At this moment, they turned into real dogs. Their limbs were paddling quickly in the mud, trying to cross the swamps and ravines. Their eyes flashed with blood-red light, and their mouths dripped with sticky blood. Although the mire slowed them down, they charged forward tirelessly.

The vampires following the flesh hounds looked even weirder and more ferocious. Different from the previous days, they were smarter. Their left hands, which were not holding swords, were clinging to the tails of the flesh hounds, like a group of gloomy ghosts. , using the power of the hound to drag himself through the mire.

Mud and water splashed, and the flesh hound's claws and the vampire's body were covered in mud, but they didn't care at all. This chaotic battlefield became their paradise.

The Slann Demon Priests who had eaten the dried grubs used their strength again, raising their hands high in the air. The swamp suddenly seemed to be alive, becoming cunning and fierce. The muddy area that was just a hindrance to the pace now became a living existence. The mire began to tumble and twist, becoming thicker and more deadly.

The swamps in some areas suddenly collapsed and turned into man-eating swamps, swallowing up all creatures that came close to them. When the flesh hounds and vampires passed by, they were caught off guard and fell into these mire. Their limbs struggled wildly, trying to escape, but the mire seemed to be conscious, sucking them tightly and sinking them deeper and deeper. Their struggles only make the mire more ferocious, until these terrible creatures are completely swallowed up.

The swamps in some areas began to roll, like surging waves, pushing the flesh hounds and vampires into more dangerous abyss. The creatures moving forward in the mire were knocked off balance by this sudden force, and the already scattered military formation became even more chaotic.

In these rolling swamps, sharp thorns emerged out of thin air. These thorns seemed to grow from the abyss, covered with sharp spikes and carrying deadly toxins. These aggressive plants appeared like hungry beasts, frantically attacking the surrounding enemies.

The long vines of thorns were like poisonous snakes, quickly entangled the flesh hounds and bloodletters, dragging them into the depths of the swamp. Each thorn seemed to be full of vengeful anger, desperately biting the flesh and blood of these Khorne servants, and even piercing their hard bones, nailing them firmly in the swamp.

However, despite such a terrifying attack, the charge of the flesh hounds and bloodletters did not show any signs of stagnation. The flesh hounds entangled by the thorns frantically bit off the thorn vines and rushed forward. And those bloodletters who were dragged into the swamp ignored these threats of death, still struggled to break free, and approached the enemy's defense line.

The tenacity and madness of the fleshhounds and bloodletters are frightening. In their eyes, there is only the desire for slaughter. The thorns and rolling mud in the swamp cannot stop their steps. Every step they take is filled with endless anger and murderous intent. Even if they are dragged into the swamp or trapped in thorns, they will never retreat, and even become more violent. In their minds, only killing can bring relief, and only blood can calm the madness in their hearts.

When the Khorne servants finally crossed the ravine, the arrows of the Black Crossbowmen fell like raindrops again. The fleshhounds were pierced by arrows and let out a shrill howl. The bloodletters following behind took advantage of this moment of chaos to speed up, struggling to jump over obstacles and trying to throw themselves into the slaughter.

The Reaper Ballista continued to fire huge arrows, knocking down the Khorne servants who tried to break through the defense line one by one. Some arrows penetrated the bodies of the vampires and nailed them to the ground, while those who managed to escape had difficulty walking under the rain of arrows from the Black Crossbowmen.

The battlefield has become a microcosm of chaos and violence.

The howling of the flesh hounds, the roar of the vampires, the roar of the crossbows and the whistling of the arrows intertwined to form a hellish scene. The servants of Khorne charged frantically in this chaos. Although their formation was already in a mess, their endless desire to kill did not diminish at all, but became more violent after each injury.

Every roar and every drop of blood was their praise for Khorne, pushing them to continue moving forward in the shadow of death.

"Retreat and conduct blocking shooting! The Black Crossbowmen return to the formation!" After Viena gave the order, he picked up the shield standing upright on the ground and raised the Messer knife in his hand high.

The lightness of the Reaper Crossbow and the well-trained Asherel garrison were fully demonstrated at this moment. The artillery members who received the order showed a faster speed than in previous training, and quickly disassembled the Reaper Crossbow. After that, they carried the parts and retreated without looking back.

As the artillery members retreated, the Black Crossbowmen returned to the army. Next, they had to launch projectiles and cooperate with their comrades in close combat at the critical moment.

"Warriors of Naggaroth! For the Lord of Blades! For the Witch King! For the Archon! Attack!"

Ms. Viena was wearing heavy armor made of Kith steel. The key parts of the armor were inlaid with runes shaped by the sorceresses stationed in Asherel. The runes representing Edrezer flashed strangely in the haze of the battlefield.

In front of her, a huge flesh hound was jumping over the steel fence. The eyes of the fleshhound were like burning flames, and the blood-red muscles contracted under the body, full of primitive violence and desire. The huge mouth full of fangs was opening, spewing a foul breath, and pounced on her.

Viena, who had been fighting for three days, was not afraid at all, but instead showed a sneer. She walked steadily, stepped back slightly with her left foot, lowered her center of gravity, and the Messer knife drew an elegant arc in her hand. Several thin chains hanging on the edge of the armor made a crisp metal collision sound as she moved.

When the fleshhound pounced in front of her, she swung the knife violently, and the blade cut through the air and cut into the fleshhound's throat like lightning. Blood gushed out, staining her armor red, but she did not hesitate.

She slammed the shield in her left hand into the neck of the fleshhound with amazing force, pressing the fleshhound's head hard to the ground. With a dull thud, the head of the fleshhound was smashed heavily on the ground, uttering its last whine.

As the Messer knife chopped down, the life of the fleshhound was completely over. As a veteran warrior, a warrior who had been through many battles, her breathing was steady and calm, her eyes were like cold steel, and then she locked onto the next group of approaching enemies. Her behavior was like a role model, like a flag, inspiring the surrounding Duruchi soldiers. Under the leadership of commanders at all levels, the soldiers advanced and retreated in an orderly manner, killing the enemies who pounced on them.

The hideous and terrifying bloodletters are secondary Khorne demons, and are tough and bloodthirsty infantry. When fighting, they will rush quickly, cut the enemy in half, and then quickly leave and look for new enemies. Their eyes are full of endless desire for blood. Every time they kill an enemy, they will shout loudly, and the terrifying roar echoes around the Shura field, and everyone who hears it is terrified.

But at this moment they were blocked by Druch's well-prepared army formation. The heavily armored Dread Spearmen in the front row calmly raised the Skypiercers in their hands. Their faces looked particularly cold under their helmets, and there was no trace of fear in their eyes, only the same madness, bloodthirstiness and desire for killing as the vampires.

When the vampires came, they did not retreat a single step. In an instant, under the command of the officers, they collectively swung their Skypiercers, like a steel wall, to meet the demons that came to kill. The spear tip pierced the vampire's body accurately, and the sharp metal penetrated the vampire's body, bringing out a stream of dark red blood.

At the same time, behind the fearful spearmen, the dark swordsmen held their swords tightly and stared at the battlefield with a torch-like gaze. They did not attack rashly, but calmly observed the enemy's movements, waiting for that moment of flaw. After the vampire's attacks were repelled many times, they suddenly burst out with amazing speed, rushing out like lightning, with the swords in their hands flashing, drawing swift arcs in the air, and going straight to the enemy's vital points.

Some dark swordsmen were chopped down by the vampire's swords, and some were directly chopped in two, but more swordsmen showed accurate and deadly swordsmanship, and each of their strikes was full of destructive power. The blade cut deep wounds on the vampire's body, bringing out pieces of flesh and blood. Their offensive swept like a tide, and the enemy's body continued to collapse under the blade, but they did not linger in the battle. Soon they were protected by the advancing fear spearmen and retreated steadily into the army formation.

Some fallen and struggling dark swordsmen were dragged into the army formation, which kept changing, waiting in place, advancing, and retreating.

Duruchi's art of war was fully reflected in this team.

After the black crossbowmen loaded the quiver, they raised the crossbow as they did in training, and the dense rain of arrows thrown out was like a cold storm of death. The arrows kept harassing the vampire's already scattered formation, forcing the vampire to slow down, blocking the way for the subsequent vampires to advance, and preventing them from quickly approaching Duruchi's army formation.

This brief pause was exactly the opportunity that the fearful spearmen and the gloomy swordsmen needed. Under the command of the officers, the army formation changed again, and they rushed forward again without hesitation.

Viena took a fighting posture again, her figure was like a statue as immovable as a mountain. When the vampire approached, she suddenly burst out with amazing speed. She leaned over to avoid the vampire's greatsword sweep. When the vampire retracted the greatsword and swept it out again, she raised her shield to block. The shield blocked the vampire's heavy blow. The steel-clad shield sparked at the moment of impact. While she shouted, she stepped on the soil with her left heel to prevent herself from being repelled.

The Messer knife hidden in the shield drew a precise arc in the air and went straight to the vampire's abdomen. The blade penetrated the enemy's body, bringing out a piece of black and red blood.

The injured vampire howled excitedly and stretched out his left claw to grab Viena's head that was exposed by the dislocation of the shield.

Viena quickly lowered her head, her claws brushed against her helmet, and at the same time she adjusted her posture and slashed back with a knife. The vampire was hit by this blow and staggered backwards. She took the opportunity to kick the vampire in the heart, and the tip of the front of the shoe armor kicked the vampire's chest heavily, kicking the vampire directly to the ground.

Then, she cut off his head with the blade without hesitation. The enemy's body twitched a few times on the ground and completely lost its life. But she had no time to rest, because more vampires had surrounded her.

Dorian, who was standing on the back of the ancient triceratops and closely watching the changes in the battle situation, breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the first wave of Chaos's attack had been temporarily contained. Like the previous few days, his old boss, the old dread lord Viena, stabilized the front line again. Then he looked back at the two high grounds that were still firing, confirmed that there was no problem with the high ground, and looked into the distance and into the city.

After a moment, the hissing and clacking words of the Skin Lizard Priest beside him, mixed with words in Elsalin, interrupted his gaze. He shook his head first, then responded in Lizardman language, dispelling the idea of ​​the Skin Lizard Priest to start the Engine of the Gods now. Then, he looked at the giant beasts swallowing the refined feed and the Skin Lizard auxiliary soldiers preparing food for Duruchi, and he kept thinking in his mind.

While the battle of Zahuitak was in full swing, the army of Chapeyuto was also making the final assembly.

At the same time, a giant snake was rushing towards Zahuitak in the depths of the jungle. (End of this chapter)