Although exhausted and injured, Delorme still trotted after Ulfric, feeling as if arrows were about to hit his back with every step he took.
There is no hiding place on the vast plain, just endless grass and the vast sea below. When Delorme turned his head and saw the elves coming out of the woods and giving chase, he knew that escape was almost impossible. Now, the only uncertainty was how long it would take for the elves to catch up with them.
The landscape that only a few hours before had filled Delorme with admiration now seemed to him a desolate and unforgiving land, as desolate as the Norscan Wastes, as unforgiving as the Giants' Home Mountains. The endless plain seemed to have no end, and the cliff would never get closer no matter how hard he tried.
The most seriously injured of his companions fell while running and fell wearily to the ground. Delorme just glanced at it, he didn't think about helping, he had to save his strength for himself.
Instead of cursing their companions for deserting them, the abandoned marauders turned their bodies toward the woods and drew their axes. That way at least they would have solid weapons when they entered the halls of the ancestors.
As Ulfric raised his arm, Delorme stopped running. He followed Ulfric's angry gaze and saw seven elf knights in silver helmets running towards them. The sun was rising. The elven knights sparkled on their tall silver helmets and lances. He cursed, knowing that in the exposed clearing the heavy cavalry would dispatch them as easily as the archers in the woods.
"What do we do?" one of the marauders asked, panic in his voice.
At this moment, the galloping elf knights had flattened the spears they had held high. As the powerful elf war horses were suddenly urged to charge, the ground began to shake.
Delorme could see the stern and ruthless expression on the elf's face, and he knew that there would be no room left, and the elf knights would ravage them like wild beasts.
"Anyone who fails to kill three knights is a loser! Kill these bastards!"
The elf knights let out a strange cheer, which sounded to Delorme as sweet as a harp and as sweet as a whip. Harsh. He could feel that there was no hesitation or doubt in the hearts of the elf knights who were charging towards them. He could feel that the elf knights were masters of saddles and swords. After centuries of battle tempering, he could feel that the elf knights were masters of saddles and swords. There was only contempt and hatred in his eyes.
Several marauders from the Sali tribe were knocked over and trampled by the Elf Knight's horses at the moment of contact, and their bodies were torn apart by silver spears until they were bloody.
As the elf knights continued to charge, Delorme suddenly jumped up from the ground, swinging his axe, and the ax blade cut into the arm of an elf knight. The bright Ithilama silver resisted the blade of his axe, but the bones within were not as hard as the Ithilama silver. The force of his blow snapped the Elf Knight's arm like a twig.
The Elf Knight screamed, his spear falling from his suddenly weak hand.
Before the elf knight could recover from his surprise, Arngail's ax struck quickly. The ax blade scraped the edge of the elf saddle and cut deeply into the neck of the elf horse.
Delorme and Arngail jumped away quickly. The injured elf war horse raised its front hooves and flapped in the air. Blood spurted out from where the ax blade was deeply embedded in the elf war horse's neck.
From the corner of his eye, Delorme could see the elf knight trying to regain control of his injured mount. He could feel the elf knight's mastery of the elf war horse. The elf knight almost succeeded. But before the Elf Knight turned the Elf War Horse around, he did not hesitate but rushed towards the Elf War Horse again, slamming his shoulder into the Elf War Horse's flank. His violent collision and anger caused the Elf War Horse to lose its balance.
The elf warhorse neighed in fear, and the warhorse and knight fell. The elf knight struggled to crawl out from under his writhing mount, but before he could, Delorme was upon him, slashing him in the face with his axe.
Delorme could feel the blade of the ax passing through the elf knight's face, cutting into the elf knight's face again and again, causing the elf knight's sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked face to lose its mysterious beauty.
Another elf knight saw that his companion was in danger and rushed straight towards Delorme. Before he could react, a marauder stood in front of him and rushed towards the elf knight.
However, the Marauder was slow to react and he was stabbed. The Elf Knight's spear penetrated his ribs and burst into a mist of blood. He howled in agony, blood and foam spurting from his mouth.
The elf war horse raised its front hooves, and the marauder stabbed by the spear was also lifted up with the movement. The Elf Knight kicked with his armored boot, trying to push the Reaver's body away from his spear.
As the armored boot kicked hard on the predator's stomach, the struggling predator suddenly woke up. His mind was no longer just thinking about the pain. He glared at the elf knight and spat out the blood in his mouth. The elf knight's two hands tightly grasped the shaft of the spear, and the armored boots kicked at him again. He screamed and pulled his body with the spear. He felt his bones crack under the pressure, and at the same time he inserted the shaft of the spear deeply into his softness. His mind was filled with anger, and he tried to resist the pain. He pulled himself closer to the Elf Knight, and suddenly raised his other hand, the blade of his ax glistening in the sunlight.
The Elf Knight's face was filled with fear. He had never seen such unconscious and murderous determination in centuries. Becoming panicked, he kicked the marauder's body with his armored boots and stabbed him in the thigh with his spurs. The elf war horse also raised its front hooves and kicked towards the impaled marauder.
However, the Marauder withstood all the efforts of the Elf Knight and War Horse to throw him off the spear. He let out a war cry that could even be heard by the Dark Gods of the North, and pushed his body forward again. Move, then slash the ax through, trying to split the Elf Knight in half.
The elf knight decisively gave up the spear and threw the spear and the impaled plunderer out of his hands. His action caused the plunderer's ax to miss him. The plunderer could have even torn him apart from Ysera Silver. The blow from the breastplate missed, but the slash struck his mount in the skull, cutting to the jaw. He could feel his mount being struck as if by a giant's fist, and then fell to the ground with a wail.
The moment the mount died under the elf knight, he tried to twist his body out of the saddle. With grace and agility that no human could have, he straightened up from the back of his mount and jumped to the ground. A half-sword flashed out of the scabbard, blocking Delorme's ax attack. However, even his reaction was not enough to block Delorme's next blow.
Delorme's shield hit the elf knight's face hard. He adjusted the angle of his wrist and slashed into the elf knight's back, right between the breastplate and the mail. As the sound of bones bursting, the elf knight collapsed to the ground. He knew that it was the sound of the spine being severed. The elf knight was still trying to slash him in the stomach with his half-sword, but he blocked the weak blow with his shield. His boots stepped hard on the back of the elf knight's hand, rubbing it roughly and breaking every finger.
The elf knight's painful groans were muffled by the blood in his throat, and his voice was lost when Delorme's ax blade cut into his neck.
Delorme looked away from the elf knight under his body, shaking the blood on the ax blade, his eyes filled with the desire to kill the enemy. He found three elf knights running on the plains, escaping towards the woods.
The elf knight left behind the bodies of four companions. Arngail cut off the legs of an elf war horse. The ax easily cut off the flesh and bones of the elf war horse. The elf knight who fell off the horse was also killed by a plunderer. Kill.
However, the charge of the Silver Helmet Knights still caused huge damage to the marauders. The bodies of the marauders lay scattered on the grass, and only a few survivors survived.
Delorme could almost read the thoughts of those elf knights. Although the elf knights lost nearly half of their numbers, the elf knights also used this devastating charge to destroy half of the marauders. The cost was huge, but the carnage in the woodland had aroused the blood of the Elf Knights, and they probably would not care how many of their own people were sacrificed to prevent the invaders from escaping.
"Collect the corpses! Build defenses! Resist their next charge." Ulfric turned his head and roared to the surviving crew members.
Delorme was ready to take action after hearing Ulfric's order. He turned his peripheral vision back to the retreating elf knights. He suddenly found that the elf knights were turning, preparing for the next charge, but suddenly, the elf knights stopped again. He vaguely heard something shouted by the elf knights. When he turned his head and keenly saw the knights leaning back on the saddle, taking a very relaxed posture, he knew that there would be no more charges, but Wu Frick's roar jolted him awake.
"Get down!"
Delorme did not hesitate to lie directly on the belly of the elf war horse that he killed. However, not all companions could understand the urgency of Ulfric's warning as quickly as he did. He saw two companions from the Wagg tribe still trying to move the body of the Elven War Horse, and a companion from Skellin was trying to move the body of an Elf Knight. When Ulfric warned, these The companions who were moving the body were exposed.
The elven archers suddenly stood up from the grass and unleashed a hail of arrows with deadly accuracy, dozens of arrows falling mercilessly on the marauders.
The unprotected predators screamed, and arrows kept hitting them. The first wave didn't stop, and the second wave followed. They were covered with arrows and fell to the ground like broken toys.
Delorme put his shoulders against the body of the Elven War Horse, trying to tilt the body up to block the flying arrows like a shield. He could feel the strange barrier in front of him trembling constantly, and was hit by many arrows in succession, but fortunately none of them could penetrate his body. After a while, he felt the rain of arrows stopped, and he risked Taking the risk, he quickly looked up, and then quickly lowered his head. At that moment, he saw the elf archer who had been shooting arrows squatting into the grass again. "Right!" shouted Arngail.
Delorme desperately moved his strange barrier. When the elven archer who had just squatted stood up again to shoot arrows, he could hear more screams ringing from his ears, and an arrow also It penetrated into the flesh of his buttocks, and he fell down and rolled on the ground in pain. Soon the second sword arrow cut through the air, passed through his forehead, and left a blood mark on his forehead. The blood from his forehead flowed into his eyes, and his eyes stopped rolling in pain, and his bloodshot eyes stared at Ulfric fiercely.
"The third one!"
"Despicable and filthy! Damn pigs and dogs!"
Ulfric felt the ax blade cut into his neck, and blood spurted out from his shoulders. He rolled onto his stomach and kicked his enemy with his boot. An ax appeared in front of him again, and he heard the sound of metal cutting into flesh. The ax split the horse corpse in front of him. If his boots hadn't kicked him hard, the ax would have hit his neck. .
Delorme pulled out his ax from the horse corpse and swung his shield at Ulfric at the same time. Ulfric's blood dripped from the sharp edge of the shield, and his face turned blood red with anger. His unsparing attitude shows his rage filled with fear.
"We believed you would lead us to glory! But you only brought us death and traps!" Delorme roared angrily.
Delorme rushed towards Ulfric again, and Ulfric blocked his ax with his arm armor. Just as he was about to swing the ax again, the sound of arrows whizzing by was heard in his ears. He had no time to react. At the same time, he watched as Ulfric tried to throw himself to the ground, but the arrow missed him. Instead, an arrow shot across Ulfric's forehead, creating a deep gash in his scalp. The second arrow penetrated Ulfric's thigh, and the third penetrated Ulfric's forearm.
Another arrow was blocked by Delorme's shield. He completely avoided the attack of the arrow. He rushed towards Ulfric without hesitation, and his ax blade scratched the back of Ulfric's hand. Forcing Ulfric to put down his sword, he then slammed his ax into Ulfric's chest, shattering the helmet trophy Ulfric was wearing and denting the steel plate on Ulfric's breastplate.
Ulfric roared like a cornered wolf and slammed the hilt of his sword into Delorme's face. The furious Delorme stumbled back, spitting out several teeth from his shattered jaw. He tried to stand up and pounce on Delorme, but fell again as his injured leg could not support his weight.
Delorme grinned, but his injured mouth made his smile distorted. He looked at Ulfric's weakness. He rushed towards the fallen Ulfric and swung his ax to strike. Ulfric's head.
At the same time, Ulfric's long sword flashed and cut into Delorme's calf. Delorme flew back, screaming in pain. He didn't give Delorme a chance to react, he jumped up from the ground and pounced on Delorme.
Delorme could feel Ulfric's wounded arm wrapping around his torso, trying to turn him around, and he found the opportunity to bring the blade of his ax into Ulfric's cheek. Ulfric's roars of pain and rage filled his ears, and he struggled desperately to break free from Ulfric's grasp, but Ulfric didn't let go. He could only clamp his legs together, sandwiching Ulfric's long sword in the middle to prevent Ulfric from pulling the sword out from between his calves. Then he found the opportunity to swing at Ulfric's head again. This time he cut off one of Ulfric's ears and even shattered Ulfric's skull.
"I'll use you as my shield this time!" Ulfric glared at Delorme's back fiercely. He smiled cruelly and pressed Delorme tightly against his body. Delorme roared in his ears.
Delorme screamed as arrows rained down again. The arrows continued to penetrate his body, causing his body to twist. When there were no arrows coming, Ulfric killed him. The body pierced by the arrow was thrown aside, and then fell to the ground, but he was still breathing and stared at Ulfric fiercely.
"Stand back, jackal!"
Delorme could see Ulfric roaring as he swung his bloody sword as the surviving raiders hurried to the fallen Ulfric.
"We have been sailing with you longer than this despicable guy! Do we look like we are eager to eat your bones?"
Before Delorme died, he looked at Arngail and pointed at his body with contempt and shouted angrily. .
"Why...why..." Delorme murmured and asked when he opened his eyes again.
Soon, Delorme realized that he didn't seem to be following Ulfric to Alfheim? He doesn't appear to have been selected in that Wolves trial?
Delorme, who was gradually waking up, looked at the familiar ceiling in front of him and thought more. He used his shield to perform some tricks to make the strong whaler lose his balance, but the whaler who was good at throwing fell. In the process, he knocked him off the wooden stake with his backhand axe, and like the whaler, he fell into the sharp wooden stake under the pillar.
Honor, wealth, status, etc. all disappeared as the wooden pile fell, replaced by endless pain and darkness.
"Why...why..." Delorme's weak tone of breath was full of pain and unwillingness. He knew that he was about to return to the embrace of his ancestors.
Before, Delorme kept praying to the dark gods, but the three gods never responded to him. Until finally he prayed to Norsca's forbidden prayer, and the Crow God answered him. The Crow God asked him... to do He had a dream, a ridiculous dream, a funny dream, a dream full of pain, a dream that he could never understand.
"Brother, you..." The girl who was resting on the table was awakened by Delorme. She came to the bed and looked at Delorme with concern.
Before Delorme's sister could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a violent roar, and then the broken windows revealed the sky full of firelight. The sound of weapons impacting and the screams before being killed also came into Germany. In the ears of the Lom brothers and sisters.
Just as the Delorme brothers turned their heads and looked out the window, the door of the hut was kicked open, letting in the biting cold wind.
Delorme's pupils suddenly widened, because he saw the elf woman he killed in the forest clearing appear in his hut wearing a silver helmet. He couldn't tell for a moment whether he was still in a dream. After all, the dream just now was so real. If it was not a dream, why would the elf woman appear in the town of the Noscasali tribe?
"Get out!" Delorme's sister shouted, picking up her shield and ax and rushing towards the elf woman with a silver helmet.
The elf woman's armored boots kicked hard on Delorme's sister's shield, knocking Delorme's sister to the ground.
Then, an even more horrifying scene appeared in front of Delorme's eyes. The two silver-helmeted elf knights he had killed in his dream appeared in the house holding bloody serrated weapons. His ears echoed with the strange sound coming from the elf's mouth, but this time it was not as sweet as a harp or as harsh as a whip. Instead, it is full of cruelty and callousness.
The elf woman stomped on the Norscan girl's knee, and the Norscan girl's screams were not heard along with the sound of cracking bones.
Delorme's eyes widened when he saw the elf woman's right hand holding his sister's red hair, while her left hand held a cruel silver barb. The silver light cut through the air and across his sister's neck. , the scream that his sister was about to make turned into a bubbling sound. His sister was sobbing and looking at him helplessly. Soon he couldn't see his sister's eyes anymore. The eyes on the elf woman's gloves The sharp fingertips were inserted into his sister's eyes to fix his sister's head. His sister's mouth was opened wide, but no sound came out from the beginning.
Soon, Delorme was pulled off the bed by an elf knight with a silver helmet. His body was not as brave as in the dream. The moment he fell in the Wolf Forest Trial, he was paralyzed. His immobile body was violently thrown to the ground. If it weren't for his sister... He watched his sister fall to the ground with her mouth open and covering her neck in despair. The next second, he felt that his throat was also being squeezed. Something crossed.
Delorme fell in a pool of his sister's blood, sucking feebly. He could see the raging fire reflected in the blood.
"Boring, continue!" (End of chapter)