Chapter 401 252. What kind of combination is this
? Darkus grabbed the saddle and hunched over, looking like he wanted to vomit but couldn't. The big guy's condition wasn't much better. He simply lay down on the ground. The smelly breath coming out of his mouth made him even more uncomfortable. He laughed while coughing violently. He felt that it was flowing along the network cable. Go hit your feelings.
"Count the numbers and rest for fifteen minutes!" Darkus shouted loudly after taking a sip of water. Setting off now was not a good decision. He could see that the route that Genevieve was walking around was not straight. Using Genevieve as a criterion, the other Druchi and Cold Lizards, as well as the elves War horses...don't mention it.
"Why are you alone? Where is Seth who is with you?" Kaia, who was in a bad state, asked with difficulty.
"He...he died in the battle, and his soul returned to Isa's arms." Talos closed his eyes, showing a painful expression, and continued, "There was a battle in Hawkheath, and Ivan teleported me here. I want to return to the battlefield now, are they...?"
"We are sorry for what happened to Seth, they are Druch, they are my friends." After Kaiya finished coughing violently, he looked at Talos and said seriously .
"Druch? Why did they appear here?"
"As envoys from Naggaroth, they were going to Tal Litanel to meet Queen Marist. When they passed the Fountain of Lebin, the Moon Goddess appeared. I told Jinchi that something was about to happen, so...at their request, I brought them here." Kaiya understands the art of language, and her words took her out of the storm zone and decided the matter. And the fame and credit that may be gained in the future are pushed to Darkus.
"Thank you... thank you guys, I..." Talos said with difficulty.
"Dakuus Helban." Darkus, who had recovered his composure, interrupted Talos. Regardless of Talos' subsequent embarrassing thanks or display of arrogance, it was not what he wanted to hear, and he was not in a position to do so now. He came forward to shake hands rashly, and after a brief self-introduction, he then asked, "How far did the battle progress before you were teleported? Is there anything else that needs to be paid attention to, the terrain, the number of people on both sides?"
"Talos" ·Cloud Walker, the other party is a group of disgusting rodents and a group of corpses that should be lying in graves." Talos also introduced himself first, and then began to curse viciously. He had already understood, and he knew that after traveling through the roots of the world, Needing to slow down, he took advantage of this moment to start introducing the development of the situation.
"Skaven and human necromancers? What kind of strange combination is this?" "
No! There is a wizard among those rodents who can use necromancy." "
What a heresy! What a heresy! Blasphemy!" Darkus's eyes suddenly widened. His horizons were opened. He came to this world and traveled all over the world. With the memory reserve of his previous life, what storms and waves has he not seen? But he really had never heard of this.
"There was more than one wizard among that group of rodents, there was also a being that looked like a gray prophet, and more importantly, there was a terrifying cockatrice!"
The Druchis who were being trimmed paused, and they felt that their ears seemed to Something went wrong. Lauren Loren has been here for a week. They know that the Aenir speak a Fan-Eltharin language that evolved from the original Eltharin language, but this...
"Cockatrice?" Mara Nur was confused at first, and then told the characteristics of the Cockatrice to confirm that what Talos was talking about was the same as what he knew.
"That Cockatrice can defend against arrows! Including the Spark Arrow and the Cone of Wind, they can only cause damage to the Cockatrice through close combat, and those two damn wizards are still supporting the Cockatrice." Talos noticed Druchi's doubts and confusion. As he confirmed, he found that the eyes of these Druchi turned disdainful. He explained with some annoyance.
"It seems there is some deviation from my understanding." Darkus muttered in a low voice. After all, his team even killed one easily during the dangerous peaks, and this thing often appeared as a guest in Nagaroth. The arena is for the Druchis to have fun, but how come they have become invincible? But he soon figured it out, there is a system! With the support of the system, the cockatrice is no longer a rookie that can be slaughtered in the nest, but a very terrifying mechanical monster, if some protection is added.
"That cockatrice should be supported by some magic item such as an amulet, but..."
Although Colonia said half of what he said, the Druchi all laughed. They knew what Colonia would say next. What do you mean? After all, they also carry reaper ballistas. Magic items can protect against bow and arrow arrows, but they cannot protect against ballista arrows.
This is also the reason why when training a new legion, the Reaper Ballista must be included in the Centurion as supporting firepower. If there is no support from the Reaper Ballista, such as cockatrice and manticore. The horror-like thing can easily destroy a centurion, unless there is a strong man in the centurion who can stab the sky piercer into the monster's mouth and into the brain. But it will be different with the addition of the Reaper Ballista. The system will become more three-dimensional. These monsters flying in the sky will have to be weighed. If hit by the ballista, the Centurion can eliminate the monsters with minimal casualties.
"What are you laughing at?" Talos asked in confusion.
"You'll know later. If the Cockatrice is still alive, let us deal with it later, Kalien!" Darkus first gave up, then turned to Kalien and shouted, he could see Kalien was already instructing the trainers to put blindfolds on the previously captured elf warhorses, and put the reaper ballista into a state that could be quickly assembled at any time.
Then Darkus called a group of cult leaders and sorceresses to arrange the order of entry for the next battle. When he was making arrangements, he found that the sky seemed to be getting dark. He looked through the gaps in the canopy of the trees and found that the sky was dark. It did get dark.
"The Shadow Hour is coming, we have to hurry up." Talos said with a hint of anxiety in his tone.
Darkus didn't understand what the Shadow Hour was, but he knew it was a solar eclipse... an astronomical phenomenon.
"Strange, I can feel that my spell-casting ability is weakening." Alyssa said with some doubts as she looked at her hands.
"Me too." Belloda also had the same doubts.
"The moment the Shadow Hour arrives, you will become weaker, unless... you can use Deha energy. The nodes near here are very strange. It is continuously absorbing the wind of magic and converting the wind of magic into Deha. Huh energy." Colonia said as he opened his robe, revealing his terrifying arms.
"You have to know that this is irreversible. Don't do it unless you have to." Darkus frowned, knowing what might happen next. He can clearly see that the Deha energy wrapped around Colonia's cursed arm has become almost substantial. Colonia, who is good at using black magic, will reach its peak strength next, but there are costs and consequences. ...
"Leave it to me!" Drusala, who was holding a black willow staff and a heart-breaking gun, took over the words. After speaking, he raised the staff and spear to signal.
"Give him the malice." After everything was arranged, Darkus pointed at Talos and said.
After a while, a trainer brought Malice over and threw the potion to Talos from a long distance. Talos took the potion with some confusion. Before he could say anything, Darkus spoke.
"Although this cold lizard is small, its previous owner is very legendary in our Druchi society!" Darkus said with a smile. After he said these words, except for those from Black Ark Nago Both Drucci and Colonia laughed, and he continued in the laughter, "It is very smart, but I suggest you not to ride it among your compatriots, after all, no matter how smart this little naughty pear is, I only recognize potions." When he said this, the big guy snorted in approval, and then raised his head and chest.
——While
Darkus was making final adjustments, the battle was still going on in the wilderness known as Hawkheath.
A gust of wind blew across the wasteland, knocking arrows out of the air, knocking down saplings, and knocking Aenir hunters from their perches in the trees.
Aiwan glanced up at the sky. She saw the sky darken. She could feel the cold and damp Deha energy pollution, and she knew that the Shadow Hour was coming. She could see Husker's body burning with Deha energy, like a coal burning in the dark. The spellweavers of Talos's kin were still trying their best to throw magic at the Skaven, but as the sky darkened, the spellweavers became as weak as her. With a casual wave of Hasker's claws, The Spellweavers' best efforts were disrupted as easily as breathing.
A wave of despair envelopes Aiwan. Faced with such power, what can she or anyone do? The Shadow Hour amplified Husk's magic to its maximum, and her own most powerful spells were little more than a minor annoyance to Husk. The equally weakened Spellweavers of Aenir were unable to stop the vicious necromancer.
Unless, Ivan uses a power that does not belong to Lauren Loren! This sudden idea shocked her for a moment, but the more she thought about it, the less crazy the idea became. The Golden Pond is a repository of magical winds that can wreak havoc if used for evil. But if forced to serve a just cause, to fight against evil...
Aiwan is still horrified by the idea, it is offensive to her, and she remembers that Jin Chi tried to attract him in various subtle ways more than once she. However, if she did nothing, Jinchi would definitely fall into Hasker's hands, and she knew what terrible consequences this would have. Finally she dismissed the lingering doubts in her mind and turned to leave the battlefield. She hoped that the Hunters and Spellweavers could hold off Husker's forces long enough for her to reach the Golden Pool.
Hux swung his claws to the sky again, repelling the weak magic that came towards him. He didn't need to increase his ability to protect himself from weak damage. The elf thing's persistent efforts had no effect, but he But it forced him to concentrate.
Hux cast a sly look at his former ally, Gray Seer Nashrik, and now it was time for this foolish ally to fulfill his purpose of temporarily sparing his life. He stared down at the Gray Seer who crouched at his feet trying to make sure his counterspell protected him, and he could feel his gut boiling with disgust for the timid maggot.
The temporary paralysis of the cockatrice started the second phase of the battle. The Aenir hunters began to shoot arrows from all directions, knocking down the Skaven who kept running away in all directions. The weapon operators of the Skryre clan randomly operated the dimensional flamethrower without any command. They aimed their sights at the forest. Waves of green flames flooded the forest, turning a large area of land into a snap. It was unclear how many Aenir were involved in the fire that could not be extinguished. Other Aenir hunters retaliated and shot the weapons operator of Clan Skryre down in the dirt. , the weapons operator's body is covered with arrows and he looks like a descendant of a hedgehog.
Hasker's undead army formed a solid infantry brigade, using the shield wall tactics taught to them by Hasker. If an ancient Nehekhara passed by at this moment and saw the formation of the undead army, he would definitely scream For those in the know, conjure up ancient memories, for this is the age-old tactic that originated in ancient Nehekhara and is still used after crawling out of the grave.
Although this formation has a certain defensive effect against arrows, it has no defensive effect against the giant eagle that now dominates the sky above. The huge war eagle swooped down among the skeletons and zombies, its sharp claws plowing a terrible gap in a single stroke, and then flew back into the sky again, well beyond the reach of spears and swords.
The low-level undead army moves too slowly to win in such a brutal battle, or even play a small role. Hasker can rejuvenate rotten muscles and bleached bones, but doing so requires time and energy, and he also Not wanting to do that, he wanted a threat that would awe and fascinate his enemies. Nashrick would provide such a spectacle, which is why Nashrick is still alive today.
After receiving Husker's gesture, the rat zombie's rotting claws grabbed Nashrik's gray robe and lifted the Gray Prophet from the ground.
"Mercy...mercy! Must, must escape!" Nashrik wailed.
"No, no! Don't run away!" Husk showed his fangs and roared. He reached into his robe and took out a fist-sized dimensional stone.
Nashrik's eyes widened in surprise, his nose twitching, fear forgotten as he stared at the most exquisite and purest warpstone he had ever seen. The warpstone was cut and polished, and each facet was engraved with mysterious scratches, which Husker undoubtedly obtained from other Gray Seers who had failed in their challenge. The function of Arcane Scratch is to suppress the toxicity of warpstone while enhancing its magical potential. Such operations were common among the Gray Seers, but he had never heard of anyone creating anything on such a scale.
"Damn elf stuff!" Husker hissed, waving his claws angrily to disperse a magic barrage that tried to knock him down. He pointed at the slow-moving undead army and roared at Nasrik, " Dead meat is not fast, living is fast, so that you can catch the meat that kills the elves."
Nashrik stared at Husk blankly, his brain unable to connect this problem with the reason Husk explained to him.
"The Thirteenth Ritual!" Husker said sternly, tapping Nahak's skull with his claws, looking annoyed and impatient.
Nashlik's eyes finally showed a look of understanding, but after understanding, fear followed. Fear surged from his glands, and his head twitched uncontrollably as he stared at the hordes of undead scattered across the wilderness. The demands that Husk made on him were so great that they made his heart tremble violently.
Had Nashrik survived, he would have been depleted of magic and become an exhausted, drooling madman or demented fool, who tried to refuse Hux's request on the grounds that he would cast the tenth spell on his dead compatriots. Rite of Three Such a sacred ritual is a blasphemy against the Horned Rat.
"Use this! Use the warpstone to create magic!" Hasker roared, stuffing the warpstone into Nashrik's claws.
Nashrik was stunned for a moment after holding the dimension stone with his claws, and then a smile appeared on his face. The heretic in front of him was right! He can use the Warpstone to power his spells, and he can harness the power of the Warpstone while retaining his own!
Another series of magic missiles and elven arrows convinced Nashrick that he would not lose anything by trying this terrible spell. Instead, he saw opportunities and changes. He closed his eyes and carefully held the warpstone with his paws. The sacred energy of the Great Horned Rat opened the door to him again. He absorbed the surging power in the warpstone into his body, and at the same time uttered forbidden words in a hoarse whisper.
With his eyes closed, Nashrik could no longer see the object of his spell, but he could feel the surging energy hovering around the object he was about to cast. He could feel that every walking corpse had undergone a strange change. Each corpse suddenly became stiff and motionless, and the sacred power of the Great Horned Rat began to fill the walking corpses. Under the watchful eyes of the living Skaven, the rotting flesh of the dead corpses slowly sloughed off, replaced by fresh new fur, bleached bones bubbled, and rodent flesh grew rapidly around the white bones.
Under the horrified gaze of the Aenir, the rigid undead army that was arranged in a tight formation a minute ago turned into a group of living Skaven. These living Skaven became undisciplined and became disorganized. . They were so shocked by what they saw, how blasphemous it seemed to them, that they didn't even hear the creak of the wooden wheel turning not far behind them.
At this moment, not only the Druchi female magicians who were rapidly approaching here, but also the entire Lauren Loren Forest noticed the terrifying secret technique performed by Nashrik. Queen Marist, who had just woken up in Tal Litanel, set her sights in the direction of the Golden Pond. Laurellon Asanok, who lived in the cave in the Frostfall Zone and guarded the stone bridge connecting the Sun Zone, also opened her eyes in meditation. In the blink of an eye, the coffin board of Dalolhan, which was preserved in the crystal coffin of Amanvel, was also shaking, and even the giant dragon in the dragon cave in the south of the shower area woke up from its slumber.
Nashrik's mood became excited. Although it was his first time to perform the thirteenth ritual, he did it! He is not a... Just as described in the ancient legend, the Thirteenth Ritual restored the life of the corpse. The Thirteenth Ritual destroyed those rotten creatures and re-created a new Ska based on the corpse. Rat Man, now! These new Skaven are no longer loyal to the Husk! But to be loyal to the great Gray Sage Nashrik!
At this moment, the Enils finally calmed down from the shock. They turned their heads to look at Talos, who was approaching on a terrifying beast. As a result, before Talos could say anything, Kradin behind him rushed to speak.
"Bring some men, you guys with spears, get on the chariot." Cradin ordered loudly. He looked at the stunned spear-wielding dancers and said anxiously, "Don't be stunned, hurry up! Don't be cold. The lizard is approaching from directly in front."
"Do as he says." Talos reacted and ordered loudly.
Seeing the Enils approaching with spears, Kradin breathed a sigh of relief. According to the pre-arrangement, he would lead the Cold Lizard chariot group as the vanguard and overwhelm the enemy in an area suitable for chariot combat, but his current He was short on manpower, as some were assigned to manning the Reaper Ballista, and he didn't want those disgusting rodents crawling onto his chariot.
"You don't need to worry about anything else for a while. You only need to take care of the enemies on both sides and the rear. There is a repeating crossbow hanging on the inner frame. You can use it when needed." Kradin kept giving orders with Eltharin. He was a little worried and then confirmed He asked, "Do you understand?"
Seeing the Aenir war dancers holding spears nodding, Kradin nodded to Talos, then he picked up the horn and blew it.
In fact, there is no essential difference between the Cold Lizard tank and the Disaster Walker tank. The chassis are both made from the same model, but the Cold Lizard tank is more aggressive, especially the terrifying blades distributed around the tank. This was also the first time for Kradin to drive a Cold Lizard into battle seriously. After all, the ban on the use of Cold Lizards was lifted when he was on the Cawchen Plains. The Cold Lizards under his feet were all fighting with Disaster Walkers. Changed.
"Following this group of Druchi who are holding equipment, you will seize the commanding heights in a moment, and then protect these equipment." Looking at the cold lizard tank that started to start, Talos turned his attention to the other warriors who were still waiting. Dancers, he continued to order, he is not stupid, he has seen human artillery, and knows how important these instruments will be when placed in key positions.
When Nashrick opened his eyes again, he could feel that his time had come and he replaced Husker's rule. He noticed that the new Skaven were screaming and roaring. They were confused and excited to face the new life. He even noticed that the arrows whizzing from the trees in the distance had stopped, and even the elven things were attacking him. Be in awe of the magic being cast!
"Kill! Kill! Kill all the elves!" Nashrick roared in what he considered to be the most comfortable and domineering posture.
The new Skaven looked at their creator, then screamed and howled in unison, charging towards the forest. The undead army marched slowly and regularly, but the Skaven's march was full of chaos and disorder. The charging team kept drooling, waving rusty blades and screaming in confusion.
The Enil hunters recovered from the chaos and shock, and the arrow rain once again covered the Skaven. After dozens of Skaven felled, the charging team entered the forest smoothly. .
Nashrik looked at his soldiers with pride. He was intoxicated with the pleasure of power and the hope of victory. These are his soldiers! Everyone will obey him! Husker's usefulness has ended, and Husker's fate is doomed. He can steal the power of the golden pool, seize Husk's stored warpstones, and at the same time bring Husk's black fur back to Skaven City!
Suddenly, a trace of uneasiness passed through Nashlik's elated heart. He was grateful for the mistakes Husker had made, and at the same time, Husker would definitely realize the mistakes he had made. It's best to get rid of Husk before he causes any trouble, and the warpstone provided by this considerate fool provides him with the means to destroy Husk.
Nashrik summoned a terrible spell of destruction, the magic's power amplified through the warpstone, and when he turned, he stretched his claws forward, ready to send a crackling bolt of lightning through Husker's withered flesh. When skin. There was confusion in his eyes, and he blinked to confirm. He found that Husker was not there. The cowardly Husker had escaped, taking the zombie guards and the crippled Cockatrice with him.
"So? The bug has realized his mistake. Well, let him try to hide first." Nashrick curled his lips contemptuously. In his opinion, Hasker could not escape his clutches at all.
A crackling burst of magic missiles burned through Nashirik's shoulder and blackened one of his horns. He fell to the ground, narrowly dodging an amber spear that slashed across the place where he fell.
Instead of being angry, Nashrick smiled hissingly. In his opinion, there were more problems to deal with than finding Hasker. Now he fully realizes the treachery of his faithless ally! Husker abandoned him, making the Elf stuff furious! After the grand spectacle of the Thirteenth Rite, every Elf thing in the forest should know of his power.
The chaotic noise interrupted Nashrik's thinking. He saw that the Skaven who had rushed into the forest had retreated. Those who were still charging a moment ago were now beginning to turn in. Rising up, he saw strange beasts he had never seen before charging out of the forest.
The terrifying beasts that were accelerating the charge bit into the slow Skaven, and then the crunching sound of wooden wheels and the sound of sharp blades cutting flesh reached Nashrik's ears, and at the same time, his second vision was sharp He felt that there was an extremely terrifying existence in the forest approaching him.
"What kind of combination is this?" Darkus, who rushed out of the forest on a big guy, looked at the strange cold lizard chariot in the distance and joked.
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