Chapter 371 221. On Raid We Are Professionals
The bells rang over the town of Ormscolo, and when the sirens sounded, lights lit up in every corner of the town.
The Salis hurriedly put their armor on their shoulders and rushed out of the house. They either climbed up the watchtower or looked for the nearest organization. The screams of the elderly and children echoed in the streets, causing panic, but some Sally women also rushed out of the house holding axes and shields and transformed into shield maidens after helping the men of the family put on their armor.
"Khorne!" roared the Sali, chanting the sacred name.
"Khorne!" the Sali roared, until their voices were almost drowned out by other cries of death.
"Khorne!" The Sali people were holding axes and shields, gnashing their teeth and screaming. Their shouting voices had been deformed, but it seemed that Khorne had not responded to them...
The Sali people formed one classic Norsca after another. The three-line phalanx of the shield wall, with thick shields intertwined with each other, protects the warriors from attacks by the elf archers who have already entered the room. They began to try to move forward, and behind them more warriors rushed out of the house to fill the formation.
Darkus was separated from the memories. Although it did not cause much damage at the time, he did not want to think about it anymore. He felt a sense of powerlessness. Not only those two people in the world are watching him, but there are other beings watching him. Perhaps it happened after he became the champion of Marselan. At that time, he knew that sailing on the sea by boat was the most important thing for him. What a terrible thing.
"They seem a little weak, weaker than I thought." Darkus originally wanted to sigh: murderers are always killed, but he found it difficult to express it in Druzil language.
"Sir, maybe it's because the Imperials in the south won't attack them? The Imperials can't bear their counterattack?" Franais, who was standing on the alert of Darkus, suddenly said.
"That's right. They resolve the dispute with the Skellings on the left at sea, and the Aislings in the north can't get here." Darkus responded.
At this time, only Drusala and Franais were around Dacus, and the rest were either guarding the ship or going down to have fun. In the dark night of the moon, Druchi was a professional at killing people and setting fires. He didn't just let the fleet rush into the fjord. Instead, Blade Bay used Marcelan magic to hide the fleet, and from a secret Logged in at the location.
The guide to the Sea of Claws that Darkos bought from the Krakarond Market came into play. The book recorded a hidden place nearby. The author of the book once ventured to land on Ormskro to investigate. The amazing thing is that after thousands of years, that loophole is still there. Perhaps this is the arrogance of the Norscans. After all, the Imperial Man and the Kislev Lady rarely raid Norscan towns.
Darkus let Maranur stay on the ship. He had a wonderful relationship with his cousin. Although he pretended well enough, he knew that his cousin might already know something, maybe from him He knew it the first time he saw him when he returned to the Night Governor's Mansion. He didn't think there was something wrong with his disguise. After all, the two of them had been together for a long time, and anyone who wasn't a fool could spot the other's changes in mood and movements in seconds.
Logically speaking, the relationship between Darkus and Maranur is unreliable, but the amazing thing is that they are actually reliable. Darkus will choose Maranur from the bottom of his heart, at least for now. Maybe it's because Maranur once swore that he would always protect his younger brother. Maybe it's because of the peculiar family atmosphere of the Hellscourge family, or maybe it's because of their personalities and current status?
Darkus did not think that Maranur would sail away from the ship. He knew that Maranur initially wanted to explore the Lustria continent with him, but in the end Maranur stayed in Krakalund. , that’s because Mother Annasara and Young Master Newkel will never agree to let the two reserve heirs go out on adventures together. The risk is too great and the group can easily be destroyed. He knew that Maranur was a bit of a homebody, and he wanted to stay in Krakarond and be a dandy. When Dulias came back, he would join the ship. Perhaps the greatest achievement in his life would be to serve as the admiral of the Temple of Malevolence. As a result... fate What a joke, they first went to Naggarond to serve as Malekith's adjutants, and then they ended up in the old world inexplicably.
"Did I forget something?" Darkus was thinking about something and suddenly remembered something. He seemed to have promised Maranur to bring back two big fans from Lustria for the Skinks to follow behind. He actually forgot something important.
There is only one possibility for Maranur to run away from the ship, and that is that he chose to believe in the Chaos Gods. Otherwise, the world is so big that there is no place for him. The Hell Calamity family and his father will lead the Black Ark Fleet to search for him all over the world. He, Malekith, will also search for him throughout the world. What was his motive for driving the ship away? envious? envy? resentment? Or is it because of other reasons, jealousy of Darkus' high position?
The problem is that the high position of Darkus was given by Malekith. Even if he suddenly dies, the next Druch will not be able to replace him. This matter has become the consensus of Nagaros, and he is jealous of him. There are a lot of Druchi, but no one except Morathi dares to touch him. After all, he cannot replace him. No Druchi can withstand the anger of Malekith and the Hellscourge family. Moreover, Maranur's current status is high enough, and he has even found a follow-up. He found that Maranur really has thoughts about Obien Island.
But who can say what will happen in the future? Darkus broke away from his thoughts again and turned his head to look at Franais.
"Why do I feel that you have been confused recently?"
Franais's eyes first met Darkus's, but he didn't say anything, and then lowered his head.
"Sometimes, there are things that I have to do. Just like His Majesty the Witch King has a black guard, but he won't fight?" Darkus sighed and then continued after thinking for a while. , "You have to remember that you have never been a martial arts master. We live for ourselves. Don't let other people's eyes and opinions become our shackles. You
are my adjutant. What you have to do is to see more and learn more. How to govern a country or a kingdom? Sooner or later you and your family will return to the Kingdom of Charis. Landing in Ulthuan is just the first step for us. What follows may be far more troublesome than we imagined. War The pain and memories it brings cannot be lost with time. After all, we can't kill all the Asurs. If we do this, why not just pull out the Sword of Kane?"
Darkus After finishing speaking, he patted Franais on the shoulder. Franais was currently his most trusted lieutenant, and they did not have Druchi's three-sword etiquette.
Darkus found that Franais has been a bit stubborn recently. To put it bluntly, he is a bit crazy. He spends more time practicing martial arts than doing other things. It may be that the battle that took place on Obion Island stimulated Franais. Sri Lanka.
Demonic confusion is not a good phenomenon in this world. It means that one foot has already stepped into the abyss. There are many legends and heroes who choose to actively or passively embrace chaos because of demonic confusion.
For example, that "Leech Lord" Festus, in the past he was a kind man, even a great man. He was a skilled surgeon with a true heart of compassion, and created a system of asylums throughout Nordland. So, Nurgle gave him a taste of this compassion, when he was helpless to do anything about the gnat fever, when he could only watch his patients die in the most horrific way. He prayed that he might learn the knowledge to cure this disease, and all the diseases in the world, and Nurgle happily granted this prayer. In a moment, a large amount of knowledge poured into his mind. This knowledge instantly drove him crazy and washed away his compassion, leaving only a crazy desire to test the new knowledge he had acquired!
"Here we come!" Drusala, who had been silent all this time, raised her head and looked at the sky.
A comet pierced the night sky like lightning, lighting up the night sky into a dazzling brilliance. The comet hit the town of Ormscolo with perfect accuracy, making a deafening bang. At this moment, Darkus' thoughts were completely overwhelmed. He struggled to maintain his balance while trying to support Drusala. He saw the violent shock wave destroying most of the town and twisting the ground. Wind-like flames roared past, swallowing up the air. After a long period of time, the surviving Salis began to breathe again, and the scorched air was filled with the stench of burned corpses. He felt that comets were much more powerful than in a certain game. After all, comets were pulled down from outer space.
"Exact hit, but it's a little late. Let's go, let's do some activities."
What Darkus wants is indeed here. Harkon Vikramson, the eldest son of the king of Karak Crow Roost City, is also here. The king of the Leans and the prince of the Aisling tribe were also here, but Ulfric was not here.
Belloda, a bold and careful high priest, just like she once ventured into New Baker Port, which was full of undead, when she was in Lustria, she had already transformed Ormskro inside and out in one day. With the foreign affairs clearly revealed, and with the evidence of Ren and Genevieve, Ormscolo appeared in front of the Druchs as if his clothes had been stripped off.
The raid seemed to be engraved in Druchi's blood. They knew what they should do. Although the lion fought the rabbit with all their strength, they each took on their own tasks without Darkus' arrangement. Keus didn't need to worry about anything at all, because although the raid was on the capital of the Sali people, there was no need to capture prisoners after all, and the difficulty was lowered by one level.
When the Sali people formed a formation and pushed forward, Druchi's repeating crossbow arrows roared on the shield. Several hunters tried to fight back. They jumped out of the shield wall and attacked half-crouched on the roof. The Druchi shot at them, but soon they were turned into hedgehogs by concentrated fire.
"Let the hounds out." A Sali man roared, and his shout seemed to bring some order to the team. Some gaps were exposed in the shield, and dozens of war mastiffs rushed out.
Under the influence of chaotic energy, hounds are prone to mutation, and their bodies will expand extremely to become war mastiffs. Brutal and bloodthirsty, they are natural killers. They have strong muscles and sharp teeth. They are used to wandering in the wilderness in groups. They will even charge towards the spear array without hesitation, just to enjoy the coveted mouth. The moment you bite into juicy living flesh. The war mastiffs became excited at the scent of the elves, but they soon faced their worst moment. They lost their momentum under the interception of Druchi's halberd. Perhaps the imperial guys who were protected by the city would be afraid of these things, but Druchi had never seen any monsters in Nagaros. The Druchi group was like a group of three or three. It is an isolated island, but it is like a solid hollow square array. Under the attack of halberds, repeating crossbows and serrated swords, they continued to die wailing, causing only limited casualties to Druch.
The Sali roared, banging their axes on their shields, shouting Khorne's name, charging with the warmastiffs, and pounced on the seemingly surrounded Drukki, trying to cut him down with their axes.
However, what the Salis don't know is that the road ahead is a road to hell for them. Drucci, who had made it clear to Ormscolo, set this place up as a preset encirclement.
More Druchi appeared on the houses, and dense arrows shot at the Sali people whose flanks were exposed. Although the Sali people's shields prevented many casualties, there were still Sali people falling down wailing.
What was even more devastating than this was that Druchi used his special skill. They moved the disassembled Reaper ballistas to the roof and assembled them. Under the shooting mode of Xia bombs, the Sali people's formation was like being destroyed. The giant war mastiff bit out a horrific wound, and in an instant, dozens of Salis turned into pieces of broken flesh.
A shaman climbed out of bed and was preparing a counterspell with a staff and an ax, but he suddenly sensed something, but it was too late. At this moment, he was in a dilemma. If he stopped casting spells, the chaotic energy would It will devour him. If he continues to choose to cast spells, he will...
Genevieve did not give the shaman a chance to hesitate. The sharp recurved dagger directly cut the shaman's cervical spine.
The shaman was consumed by the energy of Chaos, his body melting from the bones like hot wax before exploding into pieces.
The Sali people, who had no retreat, were still charging despite the rain of arrows. A space gate suddenly appeared out of thin air between them and Druch. Anizipal's space gate opened to another dimension. Through the gate, nameless creatures were drawn into the dimension of the medieval world.
The still-charging Salis let out wails of rage and despair, like the wet sounds of toothless but hungry ogres licking their lips.
The Salisans, who were pushed forward by the formation, could no longer stop. They saw the indescribable tendrils in the space gate waving to them, and then they rushed into the space gate as if they were running in formation. , disappeared into the land that raised them.
Compared to the Salish front team, the tragic scene of the pressing back team was more visually impactful, and the air was filled with strong Deha energy. Drucci, who was still raining arrows on the house, saw with good night vision that the Yankees were wrapped in flames, but the black and purple flames did not directly burn the Yankees to death.
The body of the Sali man is condensing. During the running process, the meat and fat are constantly falling from the skeleton. Some meat is still reshaping and changing, and some meat is constantly expanding. The original chaotic energy is constantly being absorbed. Breathed into the flesh, the matter is corrupted by the chaotic essence. Either it turns into a skeleton while running, or it explodes directly to scatter the surrounding companions.
This is just a corner where the battle took place. Half of the town of Ormskro was ringing with the sound of fighting. The Druchi rushed in from all directions. The battle took place in every corner and open space, except for the port and dock. It is temporarily safe.
As early as the very beginning, Renne and Genevieve climbed over that other strange steep cliff with some good hands, and spent some time climbing over the dilapidated city wall, solving the confusion caused by drinking. sentinel.
The alert Salis opened his mouth and shouted a warning, but his voice collapsed in the gurgling sound of liquid, his throat was broken under the powerful blow of the weapon, and he fell weakly to the ground when the blood filled his lungs.
The Druchi who sneaked into Ormskro were like a wolf that only roamed in the wilderness. They kept galloping through the silent and dark places, opening the way for the subsequent raid team to advance.
A group of neatly lined up and well-armored Salis appeared at an intersection. Suddenly a huge gust of wind blew over them and knocked them to the ground. They were suffocating before they could get up, so they prepared an ambush in advance. The cold lizards rushed out from the dark corners and harvested them wantonly.
Blood flowed from Belloda's nose, her body was shaking a little, her blood was agitating, and the desire to kill in her heart was rising. She cast a bolt of lightning at the Sali team on another street corner. Arrows and powerful lightning balls hit the Sali team. More than fifty Sali people from the same longship were directly turned into nothingness and flesh. Only a few intact Sali people were still running dazedly. .
Belloda seemed to have transformed into a messenger of lightning. She was like a spear of lightning, constantly pouring out her anger and murderous desire. The Kingdom of Coscui where she lived was often poisoned and invaded by the Norsca Yankees. She was like venting her anger. Same, venting inner emotions wantonly.
In the original raid plan, three sorceresses who had studied under Lord Adoshi Tehega prepared to cast Razkoto's golden sphere as the opening of the raid. But then the plan changed. Belloda chanted ancient verses in Eltharin. Her sharp mind was constantly locking on any matter outside the sky. She wandered in outer space until she found what she wanted. So the plan changed, and with the help of the sorceresses, she used all her willpower to pull over a comet that was passing through outer space.
Belloda, who should have withdrawn from the battle, was still holding on. Lightning kept cracking through the night sky. Her eyes braved the starlight and lightning to keenly catch a shaman who was about to move. She could see the shaman waving wildly. hands, but the shaman's efforts failed.
When lightning flashed across the shaman's body, his body tensed up, and then he jumped up again. His internal organs were vaporized, and his outer shell fell to the ground, smoking continuously.
The fragmented shield phalanx of the Sali people was constantly being torn apart. Either the sudden strong wind blew them down, or the burning stones fell on their heads without any warning. When they were ignited by burning stones, when the burning stones scratched shields and armor, when the sudden appearance of Druchi rained arrows on them, the phalanx was shattered again and again.
Selire's ghostly figure suddenly appeared on the back of a Sali rider on a war horse. After dodging the rider's flying ax, he ended the rider's subsequent actions. The next second he appeared on the ground again. The bad-tempered and thick-limbed war horse fell to the ground wailing and pressed the armored rider to the ground. He kicked away the ax that the rider was trying to hit him with, and then the half-Clive blade cut off the throat and cervical spine along the gap between the rider's helmet and gorget. He frowned and looked at the gap in the half-Clive blade. Picking up the helmeted head, he shook his head and kicked the head back into the Sali formation.
It seems that this is not an ordinary Sally rider, but more like a chief? Selire could clearly feel that the morale of the Sali people on the opposite side had collapsed. Although it was his first time to raid the Norscans, he felt that these Norscans were really stretched. In the words of his nephew, his talent may be all about offense.
If Selile was the city lord here, he would build another inner wall and set up a narrow passage here, with a large number of killing holes at the top, and a large number of roadblocks inside the passage, all filled with spikes. The fence and a Reaper Ballista were placed at the end of the passage, turning the narrow passage into a killing field. Intruders would have to pay a heavy price even if they rushed in.
"Unfortunately, there is nothing here."
Selilei turned his attention back to the battlefield. He could feel that the Yankees here were completely different from the slaves of Nagaroth. In his opinion, these Yankees were like wild beasts. There will be no relaxation, no stagnation, no stopping until the hunger is resolved. Perhaps the beasts knew their god was watching them, judging their strength and testing their courage. He looked at the Yankees who were charging up again. He knew that these beasts had accepted their fate and were now begging for death. Perhaps it was the Yankees' fate to fall down with axes and swords in their hands. The Yankees were afraid of the shame of failure, so he had to do it. The goal is to fulfill these beasts.
The Sali people's shields and armor were torn by the arrows fired. They held their injured and screaming companions in front, using their own bodies as a barrier to resist the arrows, and opened up the way forward for their companions who followed. Like a huge wave of armor and muscles, they roared and charged across the land that raised them. The streets trembled under their footsteps, until they finally fell covered with arrows.
The Druchi on the street did not engage in combat with the Salis coming towards them, but retreated in an orderly manner in groups of three or three to make room for the pull. The Druchi on the houses threw kerosene into the Sali formation. , as torches rolled down the streets, the burning Salis struggled in the streets, still trying in vain to charge forward.
The Salis, their beards scorched, their furs and cloaks smoking, they leaped through the flames, their axes gleaming in the flickering light, but they did not attack the druch, but died in vain, Before they died, they roared unwillingly, turned their axes into flying axes, and threw them. The flying ax hit Druchi's steel-clad shield with a clanking sound. Druchi, who was holding the shield, kept falling under the huge impact. of retreat.
"Does this count as a joint operation? Three hundred Asur, one hundred Druki and a few North dwarves?" The three of Darkus walked in the streets burning with fire. Occasionally, he and Fra Ness was still finishing up the Salisman who was still struggling on the ground. After pulling the scarlet sword out of the body of a Salisman, he thought about something and suddenly said with a smile.
(End of chapter)