Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

While Druki was fighting with the servants of Khorne, the Skinks on the Lizardmen side were still at the front, throwing javelins and darts at the Khorne wargroups that were rushing over, but... these Skinks, which were slightly more organized than Druki pirates and mercenaries, also showed a tendency to waver in the face of the approaching Khorne servants.

Gorok took a look and roared. As the horns and drums sounded, the Lizardmen's army formation changed. The Skinks at the forefront heard the signal and turned around and ran away with their weapons, or began to turn around.

Not far behind the Skinks, the Scar Veteran Lizardmen carrying the Hesiotar Sun Banner appeared, followed by the Lizardmen who formed battle formations in groups. They came from various temple cities and were the best. At their junction, there were Ankylosaurs carrying Vicious Blood Images and Resurrection Crystals, and Triceratops carrying combat platforms on their backs.

These Triceratops were not the huge ancient Triceratops, but the Reaper Ballistas operated by the Skin Lizards placed on the combat platform enhanced their combat effectiveness. The constantly updated, iterated, and improved Reaper Ballistas were much more useful than the original bed crossbows, and due to the difference in size, two could be deployed in front of the combat platform.

The Skin Lizards who had not participated in the battle before appeared with their Giant Lizard companions and stood behind the giant beasts to fill in. Further behind them were the Salamander Hunting Team and the Ancient Salamanders who were ready and looking for the opportunity to fire.

After riding on the back of Kuimok, Ku Jia took a look at the situation on the battlefield, turned his head and roared at Gorok in the distance, and soon got a response from Gorok and moved.

For such an advanced civilization, the weapons of the Lizardmen were surprisingly simple. They wielded clubs, toothed war blades, and spears made of gold, meteoric iron, or hard obsidian. Skinks use blowpipes, javelins, darts and arrows tipped with poison taken from tree frogs as ranged weapons. The armor they wear is mainly decorative or ceremonial, not defensive. Shields are made of hardwood, simple forged metal or the shells of river turtles.

As we all know, Lizardmen do not forge iron. They mainly use cold working to make metal products, hammering bronze, silver, copper and gold into shape.

But everything changed with the arrival of Dakwus. Slann Mage Priests either sleep or don't sleep. When they don't sleep, they must find something to do. You can't be in a daze. If you are in a daze, why not sleep?

While teaching the sorceresses to master the Wind of the Gate of Piety, Adoshi-Tehega is also learning and thinking. With the arrival of Kissteel, he raised the metallurgical limits of the Lizardmen, reforging and shaping Kissteel with forged meteoric iron through the mysterious process of ritual, creating a new type of alloy.

Now Ku-Gar and Kuimok have been greatly enhanced.

The alloy heavy armor that Ku Jia wears is not only protective, but also a symbol of identity and power. The golden trim is like flowing light, outlining his strong muscle lines and giving him a sacred temperament.

Each piece of armor has been carefully forged, baptized by rituals, and engraved with the runes of the ancient saint Ashhoto. These runes glow slightly, responding to the fighting instincts surging in his body as the holy seed of Ashhoto.

Gems and jade are inlaid in the key parts of the armor, which not only increases the visual gorgeousness, but also gathers power. Each gem is carefully selected and filled with the essence given by the Slan Demon Priest. These embellishments not only enhance the protective effect of the armor, but also emit a faint light, providing him with additional strength support.

His posture is both steady and wild, like a beast ready to go, and it seems that nothing between heaven and earth can shake him. The spear of the god Talanxla in his hand flashed with cold light, and the complex patterns on the spear reflected his armor, showing his supreme majesty. His eyes were piercing through the visor, staring at the front, staring at the extremely large three-headed hound.

Quimok's equipment is relatively pure. Communication promotes development. The lizardmen imitated the lizard armor structure equipped by Duruchi for the cold lizards. Its dorsal scales are as hard as steel, covered with layers of alloy armor plates, which can still reflect golden light even in bad weather, like a moving golden statue.

The glow of gold and alloy flashed on the battlefield, symbolizing the new power of the lizardmen, symbolizing...

Quimok's huge claws stepped on the ground, making a low vibration, and every step was full of power and deterrence. Its combination with Ku Jia not only symbolizes the ultimate power of the lizardmen, but also symbolizes the contemporary craftsmanship and wisdom of the lizardmen. It saw the huge three-headed hound, and it raised its head and let out a thunderous roar, announcing its and Kr's arrival and unrivaled power.

As the physical embodiment of Khorne's vengeance, Karanak is Khorne's hunter, the Blood God's hunter of those who offend his creed or hurt his huge self-esteem. This is a wise choice, because it is ruthless and unstoppable, able to track the bloody scent of prey across time and space, serving its master who thirsts for revenge.

When the hunt begins, Karanak's three noses sniff the air for the traces of prey. It paces back and forth, growling and snarling, each head taking a turn to enjoy a part of the smell.

Each head can track prey in a different way.

The first head can track prey in space, across plains, forests, mountains, and other indescribable environments.

The second head can track smells through time, back to the origin of all things, or forward to the end of the universe.

The last head tracks through the thoughts of prey, chasing their dreams and fantasies.

When the smell of prey becomes strong in Karanak's nostrils, it begins to run, slowly at first, and faster and faster as the prey approaches and the smell of blood intensifies.

Its blood-red eyes stare at Ku Jia and Kuimok. It has finally encountered flesh and bones, prey worth hunting. Its nostrils smell the increasingly strong smell. The prey is getting closer and closer, and the blood is getting thicker. Now, there is nowhere to escape... The Blood God Prey is activated, and it locks on the target.

Each of its heads turns, and the huge bloody mouth drips with accumulated blood. The scales flash an ominous light against the blood. The fin-like protrusions on the back and neck tremble slightly, making a harsh friction sound, foreshadowing the upcoming tragic battle.

Unlike ordinary flesh hounds, wherever it passes, it will be like a flower blooming at every step. There will be wasteland and lava. Its strong claws are deeply embedded in the flowing lava under its feet, and the lava splashes everywhere, and the ground trembles continuously. Its three heads almost simultaneously emit low and shocking roars, mixed with the sound of rocks breaking and the explosion of flames. The whole sky seems to tremble in its roar, and the smoke in its mouth rolls endlessly due to the vibration of the sound.

Quimok roared, and his huge legs kicked hard, crossing the obstacle. The hot ground exploded due to its power, and lava burst and soared into the sky. Its body covered with gold decorations and heavy alloy armor drew a shining arc in the air, like a falling meteor, heading straight for Karanak.

Quimok's roar and Karanak's roar intertwined in the air, forming a strong sound wave shock wave, and even the surrounding rocks were shattered into powder due to the sound of the collision.

Karanak did not flinch in the face of Kuimok's charge. Its eyes were filled with endless anger and murderous intent. Its burning gaze locked onto Ku-Gar and Kuimok, and it rushed forward with unstoppable momentum.

Kuimok, a giant beast that had come through the Great Invasion, did not degenerate with the passage of time. Everything about it seemed to be frozen, unperturbed by time. At this moment, it showed unparalleled strength and bravery. Its huge body seemed to be an ancient mythical beast, with enough power to shake the mountains.

Its legs suddenly exerted force and began the final charge. Its strong and powerful legs crushed the rocks under its feet. Its huge fangs flashed with cold light, and with the power to tear everything apart, it rushed straight to Karanak's body.

There was a reason why Karanak was the chief hound under Khorne. When it was unavoidable, it dodged Kuimok's attack with a rolling posture. After rolling, it quickly stood up, and the three heads attacked from different directions with amazing speed and strength, trying to tear the tough armor of Quemok with thunderous pounces and claws. The sharp claws collided with the fangs of the Tyrannosaurus in the air, making a loud sound like the sound of metal clashing.

Sparks flew, hot air rolled between the two, and the air was filled with a burning breath that even rain could not cover.

Karanak's power and speed made the battle directly enter a white-hot stage. Its three heads were flexible and fierce, attacking frequently, and the speed and strength made Quemok almost unstoppable.

Quemok, who had a fighting instinct, did not flinch. It began to circle in place without Ku Jia's command, using its huge body and sharp teeth to launch a fierce rotation attack, trying to suppress this chief hound from Khorne's seat while knocking down the flesh hounds and bloodletters around who were trying to attack.

Ku Jia was on Kuimok's back, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's, staring at Karanak's every move. The spear in his hand flashed with cold light, always looking for the enemy's flaws. Whenever Karanak attacked, he could always dodge quickly and stab the spear at the most appropriate time. The tip of the spear was always extremely accurate, piercing between Karanak's scales with deadly power, making a metallic tearing sound.

During one of Karanak's fierce attacks, Ku Jia, who found an opportunity, suddenly jumped off Kuimok's back, flew up, and pressed directly on Karanak's back with fearless momentum.

Karanak felt the pressure on his back, and the three heads roared at the same time, shaking his body violently, trying to throw Ku Jia out. Its huge power took effect, and even though Ku Jia held on firmly, he was still thrown out and fell heavily to the ground. Almost instantly, it pounced on Ku-Jah with the force of thunder, trying to give Ku-Jah a fatal blow at this moment.

Just when Ku-Jah saw Karanak about to pounce on him, a light flashed in his eyes, and he raised his left hand without hesitation, and the hand of the gods radiated a mysterious and fiery light. It was an indescribable power, the power from the ancient saints, with supreme majesty and surging power.

Astonishment flashed in Karanak's six eyes. It was equipped, and each of the three heads had a bloody revenge copper collar on its neck. The Khorne collar it wore was thicker and heavier than the collars worn by other hounds, and it was full of magic that should be abandoned, making it immune to magic and magic weapons, but at this moment the left hand of the prey actually lit up.

Its body was in a flying posture, and it could no longer adjust its trajectory in mid-air. It could only try to bite the lighted hand. Just a second before it bit, the light from the hand of fate burst out, penetrating its body like a sharp blade. Its movement stopped for an instant, and its three heads simultaneously let out a shrill wail, the sound carrying extreme pain and unwillingness.

Wherever the light passed, its strong body began to melt, and its scales and muscles were quickly evaporated in the high temperature, leaving only a piece of nothingness in the end.

Ku Jia, who still exudes the residual power of the battle, is like a standing statue. His muscles are tense, his chest is heaving, and his eyes are burning with unfinished fighting spirit. He raised his spear high and let out a roar that would completely crush any remaining enemies on the battlefield.

His roar was full of power and wildness, shaking the air around him. Behind Ku Jia, Quimoc also raised his head and let out an earth-shattering roar.

Compared to Druki's strictness and orderliness, the lizardmen seemed to have a stream of consciousness when fighting.

The ancient Triceratops equipped with the engines of the gods was deployed to the rear of the military formation. The Skink Priest excitedly pressed his fingers on the neatly arranged shining hieroglyphic plaques. Each touch caused a faint vibration, and the entire structure shook. In response to their calls, every touch caused the color of his crown to change continuously in a short period of time.

An ancient and mysterious spell was recited in his mouth, and the sound of the spell resonated with the surrounding air, forming a strange echo. The power of the ancient saint was returning again through the mouth of the skink.

As the rhythm of the spell quickened, the air around the engines of the gods became thicker, and energy surged wildly in the area. The originally invisible wind of magic began to take form, and flickering light spots circled around the skink, gradually converging into blazing rays of light.

The surrounding space began to tremble, and the entire world was being torn apart by an invisible force. The earth trembled slightly, the sky became more unstable, and any rules and order fell apart at this moment.

Suddenly, the engines of the gods began to vibrate violently. At this moment, time seemed to stand still and everything around them fell silent. Then, with a loud noise, the engines of the gods completely released their accumulated energy like a volcano erupting.

A scorching beam of light suddenly descended from the sky. The speed was too fast to catch. Every trace of the scorching heat of the beam contained the power to destroy the world. It was like a sword of judgment, with irresistible power, piercing into the blood without mercy. In the ghost's incomplete front line.

Wherever the beam passed, the temperature in the air rose suddenly, and the rain and mud were evaporated, as if the entire world was reduced to ashes under this ray of light. The vampires were unable to react at all and could only cower in front of this destructive force. Their ferocious faces appeared abnormally distorted under the illumination of the beam. The beam penetrated their bodies and completely evaporated them into nothingness in an instant.

The earth cracked huge ravines under the impact of this beam, and the place where the vampires once raged became an altar of blazing light. As the power of the beam gradually faded away, the sky and the earth returned to their previous appearance. The rain was still falling, but the area washed by the beam only left charred remains, and all traces of life had been erased.

"No!" Although he was full of awe in his heart, Dorian objected again. Worried, he even reached out and took the hand of the Skink Priest, who was ready to move.

Unlike the Sun Engine, it takes a long time for the Gods Engine to start again. In his opinion, the pressure Druchi is facing now is far from reaching the point where the Gods Engine needs to be started.

During the ten years in Lustria, he was deeply aware of the difference between the lizardman army and the Druchi army. At the critical transition moment, even the well-trained Druchi army could not do as well as the lizardman army. He can switch freely, so he needs some trump cards and some power in his hand, and the Gods Engine is the best trump card, of course one of them.

On the other side, Grok, who felt a huge threat, pushed aside the lizard man next to him and faced the Skull Snatcher.

Gorok's fighting instincts were spot on, and having collected countless trophies, the Skullreaper was Khorne's most powerful herald. Wearing a cloak decorated with skulls, it prowled the battlefield in search of the most powerful. The warrior, in order to cut off the warrior's head after a brief sword salute.

The Skulltaker is an unparalleled duelist armed with a powerful hell-forged blade known as the Slayer's Sword. With its predatory instincts, it can easily hit its enemy's weak points. It rarely kills an enemy with a single blow, instead seeking to maim them first and then wrap its palm around the enemy's head, cauterizing the flesh and bone until only a perfect skull remains.

With a flick of the wrist, it can twist the skull from its spine and bring it back to its owner. The skulls of its most memorable opponents were hung from its cloak, and others were mounted on spears around the copper fortress.

Although it is very powerful, it has also failed. When the two sides met, it recognized the enemy in front of it. The air around the battlefield seemed to be condensed, and the tense atmosphere was suffocating. Its eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light. The opportunity for revenge has come. It will take great pleasure in revenge. It has no hesitation. It has the characteristics of heroic disaster and declares its opponent. It will kill this A tuatara skull hangs from the cloak.

With the blessing of the Hero's Disaster, it took the lead in launching an attack after a simple sword-raising ceremony. It rushed towards Gorok like a gust of wind, and its Slayer Sword drew a residual image in the air, and rushed straight to Gorok's head with the threat of death.

As a lizard man, Gorok lacked emotional feedback. He would not laugh, let alone sneer, and he could not think of sneering. But he had lived for a long time, so long that he had lived for thousands of years and had a good memory. He immediately raised the heavy Shield of Generations, and the blade of the Skull Taker made a piercing scream the moment it touched the Shield of Generations, and the collision of volcanic stone and metal tore the air apart.

He easily blocked the fatal blow of the Skull Taker, and then the Skull Taker launched a frenzy attack, with the blade constantly slashing on the shield. Although the Skull Taker's offensive was like a storm, he was not suppressed by the fierce attack of the Skull Taker, nor was he forced to retreat again and again by the Skull Taker. He calmly observed every move of his opponent.

His steps were steady, and every move seemed to be precisely calculated, neither wasting energy nor leaving the opponent any chance to take advantage. The Generation Shield in his hand seemed to be integrated with his body. The Generation Shield constantly resolved the attacks of the Skull Taker. Each defense was extremely accurate, and each counterattack was deadly. The echo of the shield shook the battlefield like a war drum.

In a fierce attack, the Skull Taker's Slaughterer Sword slashed at Gorok's head again. This blow was full of destructive power, and it seemed to split Gorok in two.

However, Gorok had already seen through the Skull Taker's intentions. He raised the Generation Shield high and blocked the blow steadily. The moment the blade and the shield collided, dazzling sparks were aroused. Unlike the previous times, the Skull Taker's sword was instantly deflected, and the gap in front of the Skull Taker was wide open.

In this lightning moment, he seized the fleeting opportunity. His strong arms swung the Urumak stick in his hand violently. This blow was full of primitive power and precise control. He seemed to be personally guided by the ancient saint at this moment. The stick swept out like thunder and went straight to the head of the skull snatcher.

A trace of astonishment flashed in the eyes of the skull snatcher. It tried to raise its shield to block, but it was too late. The stick hit its head without any hindrance. The horn on its head with the skull was smashed to pieces. The force of the Urumak stick was so strong that the curved corner of its jaw was also smashed to pieces. The next second, its face twisted and deformed with a dull bang.

Its body stiffened instantly, and the violent shock spread from its head to its whole body. With the fall of this blow, its fierce momentum dissipated instantly, and its body fell backwards slowly like a statue without support, and finally fell heavily to the ground, splashing mud.

Gorok stood in front of the body of the skull-taker that had not been exiled, looked at it coldly and walked away. He did not cheer like the skinks, nor did he roar like Ku-Gar. He had defeated the skull-taker, and more than once. He did not know how many times he had defeated the skull-taker he had just defeated. The third time? The fourth time? It was not important. What was important was that he was now looking for the next gap, defeating the threatening enemy and relieving the pressure on his companions.

Undoubtedly, the skull-taker defeated by Gorok was lucky to some extent. At least it died like a warrior, dying in battle.

Farther away, a blood harvester was not so lucky. It had been through hundreds of battles and was covered with wounds. At the same time, it was determined enough to command a small force. But now, the giant lizard Kami and Nakai, who came yesterday, were playing with it like a toy. The big sword in his hand had already fallen to the ground, and of course Nakai's weapon was also thrown on the ground.

Although Nakai abandoned his weapon, his hand firmly grasped one of the legs of the Blood Reaper, like a naughty child grabbing his favorite toy, and the toy had no chance to resist.

The Blood Reaper still wanted to struggle, but every time he waved his arms, it seemed like a futile protest. It was like a rag being tossed around, a rag doll. Its body drew an arc in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, making a dull sound.

Nakai continued the game without mercy. His strong body kept turning with the swing of his arms. The Blood Reaper was thrown into the air again and again, and fell to the ground again. Every time he landed, it seemed to be thrown into a mess.

If Dacus was there, he would definitely think of the scene of the Hulk beating Loki.

While the Blood Reaper was still dizzy and struggling with his limbs, Kami had already stood aside, holding the heavy hammer in his hand. Fortunately, there was no mischievous light flashing in his eyes, and he did not make an excited roar, saying something: It's my turn! His wisdom couldn't do that, but it didn't stop him from swinging the hammer down like he usually did.

The Blood Reaper's body was smashed to the ground again, and the power of the hammer made it scream indescribably. With this hammer, its body seemed to be deformed and its shape became unstable. But Nakai had no intention of stopping, and continued to lift it up with that huge force and smashed it to the ground again.

Once, twice, three times... Each impact shattered the Blood Reaper's body. Originally, its limbs were still struggling weakly, but under the enthusiastic treatment of Nakai and Kami, its movements became slower and slower, and weaker and weaker. Finally, it completely gave up struggling and collapsed to the ground.

Dorian, who had fought alongside Nakai and Kami, saw the miserable state of the Blood Reaper, and his scalp tingled. But he held on for a few seconds, because he had something important to do next. He had to change his formation, because his old boss had persisted long enough and was almost at his limit.

At this moment, a beast figure more powerful than the Demon Prince walked out of the portal in the city of Zahuitak. Its face was a mask of wild anger, with fangs and sharp teeth, surrounded by flowing black hair, which was scattered around and protected its head like a helmet. The huge mane spread along the back of the hump, and behind it were the remnants of two wings, broken and burned. (End of this chapter)