"It is a sign of great prestige to ride into battle in a magnificent chariot! These chariots are a gift to those warriors who satisfy our Majesty in their loyalty, courage and fighting skills. With the roar of the cold lizards and the sound of the chariot, The roaring sound of the battlefield, a chariot rushing into the enemy lines will be a magnificent sight."
- Krakarondwara Harnukur once said.
Then, Nukel's Cold Lizard Chariot was smashed away by the Great White Lizard Gorok... After that, for a long time, all Cold Lizard Chariots were wiped out in Naggaroth. As for the reason... it was still our noble people. His Majesty Malekith suffered from convulsions because he did not have a suitable mount to go into battle, so he could only choose to ride a cold lizard chariot. Then he declared that it was only him! No other Druchi deserves such a mount.
Although this claim attracted some clamor or support from some Druchi dignitaries, it was of no use. Therefore, there is still a batch of cold lizard chariots in the treasury of the Hell Calamity Family that have been sealed and have not been transformed into Disaster Walker chariots. They serve as commemorative meanings and also have a little bit of stubbornness.
The cold lizards have been welcomed by the Druchi magnates since their discovery. The ferocity of these beasts resonates deeply with the Druchi's love of violence. Both riders and mounts show a lack of mercy for their prey, which leads to what happens on the battlefield. Many bloody and brutal massacres.
When Cold Lizard Chariots were still popular, Nagaros had an elite force of Cold Lizard Chariots called "Blood Scythes". They had unique red-painted weapons and armor and played a vital role in many victorious battles. Important role until their leader died at the hands of Kane's assassins. After that, there was a vacuum in the power of the troops, and the remnants naturally killed each other. The power struggle led to the survivors eventually disbanding and going their separate ways. From then on, the Blood Scythe became history like other famous troops.
Such internal strife is common among the arrogant powerful people who ride these beasts. There were once two brothers of Kalonde Kal, who jointly became the famous fear lords, and jointly led the family to several decisive victories in the battle. Interesting Unfortunately, despite their success, they were ultimately unable to share the glory together. The younger brother soaked his elder brother's cloak in wild boar's blood. When the injured brother used the healing medicine and came to the cold lizard, he did not smell the smell, but the smell did make the cold lizard go crazy. In the end, the brother was killed by the cold lizard. The lizard was torn to pieces.
The younger brother has ruled the family for more than fifteen hundred years, and is still alive at this point in time, but he never admits that he was the cause of his brother's death, but that it was an unfortunate accident.
Moreover, the cold lizard species is very long-lived. According to Druchi's historical records, the oldest cold lizard lived for another 1732 years after being captured. During this period, it sent away three fear lords.
Therefore, the Hellscourge family is regarded as a strange flower in Druchi society, and is closely related to the Corrupted Heart family of Kalonde Carl.
At first, it takes a lot of strength and willpower to control the cold lizard, because this creature is very stupid and has a hint of stubbornness. The dignitaries riding cold lizards consider themselves to be the best warriors in all of Naggaroth. Each of them is a dignitary with great wealth and ambition. At first, only the extremely brave and powerful would capture the cold lizards as their mounts. As time went by, the Druchi discovered that if the cold lizards smeared their stinky venom on their bodies, the cold lizards would consider them the same kind.
However, Druchi paid a heavy price initially, as the venom would emit a lingering odor, make the nose lose its sense of smell, numb the skin, and gradually lose the sense of taste, making it impossible to taste food. It tastes like I can't feel my lover's caress. Therefore, riding a cold lizard into battle has become a symbol of bravery and ambition in Druchi society. For the Druchi, this heavy price is worth it, because it proves devotion to Malekith while also gaining Huge rewards.
But these were all things a long time ago... Time passes, it does not stand still. Over the course of thousands of years, things are constantly iterating. By the time Darkus lived, things had already happened. Earth-shaking changes.
As more and more cold lizards were captured, they gradually became street commodities under the cultivation of animal trainers. Now even family guards without noble status can ride cold lizards, and the potion applied on them becomes iteratively It takes longer to lose all senses, and relevant antidotes have been developed. Kryptonium can solve all problems, but what follows is that the Cold Lizard Knights do not have the prominent status they had thousands of years ago. Now Drukhi's dignitaries have turned their attention to other places, such as mounts such as black dragons and manticores. After all, they must have a sense of hierarchy to show their unique status.
But this does not hinder the power of the cold lizard chariot. In Darkus' view, the cold lizard chariot is a weapon for rushing into formations and harvesting. During the three years on the Kauchen Plains, he transformed some disaster walker chariots into The Cold Lizard Chariot has removed the aristocratic and elite labels of the Cold Lizard Chariot and turned it into a civilian consumable.
There were various reasons why chariots withdrew from the stage of history in Darkus' previous life. For example, they were overly dependent on terrain. Without horseshoes, even a slight pothole would have a great impact on the chariots. The target of horses is too large. If one dies during the battle, it is like a modern tank breaking one track. Moreover, horse breeding problems mean that the chariot does not have terrifying impact. The same primitive device cannot allow the chariot to adjust its direction in time. Usually, it will cause a stop when knocking into a tight formation. A tank without impact is a target and becomes a target. The target of the enemy's slaughter, and becoming an obstacle to one's own side, and a series of other reasons led to the chariot eventually withdrawing from the stage of history, and the cavalry emerged with it.
But in this fantasy world, these are not problems. The scales and flesh of the cold lizard make the cold lizard immune to pain when faced with damage, and the outside of the cold lizard's scales is also covered with a layer of defensive horror lizard armor. Making the cold lizard even more terrifying. The one-wheeled chariot platform is covered with magic and runes, allowing it to easily face various complex terrains. Although the combative nature of the cold lizard will cause the chariot to brake suddenly at the most inopportune time, it does not hinder the chariot's ability to survive. Terrifying lethality.
At least that's what Darkus looks like now. He's fishing and observing the Cold Lizard Chariot's first battle.
The earliest version of the Cold Lizard Chariot was two-wheeled like the Ysrama Silver Chariot, and later gradually evolved into a single-wheeled chariot in the middle. The usual personnel configuration is two people, one responsible for driving, and a highly skilled driver. You can also wield a spear, and the one with a hip will wield a serrated sword, a messer, and there will be a spear-wielding dignitary beside him to fight. Things changed when we arrived at Darkus. There were three people on the platform, similar to the Disaster Walker chariot. One was responsible for driving, while the other two were responsible for fighting with spears and repeating crossbows.
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mad joy of Gray Prophet Nashrik stopped. He overcame the short-term and abnormal fear. He used his second vision to constantly search for the terrifying existence he just discovered, but he could never find it, as if what he had just perceived was like It's like some kind of illusion. In his opinion, there was nothing that could stop him. The weak resistance of the elf things became ridiculous in front of his absolute strength. He took advantage of Husk's stupidity and became a machine of destruction and massacre. Now the whole forest will wither under his magic, and all the elves will perish before his magic. He is unstoppable! A living engine of destruction! A walking havoc! The incarnation of the glory of the Horned Rat!
Just when Nashrick was about to burst into triumphant laughter, he felt the battlefield change again, as if the sound he just heard was not some strange illusion. Glancing briefly at the new Skaven warriors rampaging across the wilderness, he saw that the Skaven were feeling it, their ears folded back against the sides of their skulls, their tails swishing excitedly. The wind now smelled of the musk of fear, where before it had only smelled of victory.
The sounds of crushing wheels and roaring beasts were getting closer and closer. In Nashrik's shocked eyes, the charging Cold Lizard chariot directly crushed the Skaven entering the forest. The cold lizard chariot that rushed into the wilderness was like a strong wind, becoming a god-like existence. Under the full sprint of the cold lizard, the Skaven were either knocked away by the terrifying impact of the cold lizard, or were fed by the cold lizard. It was torn into pieces like a toy, and every time the cold lizard's huge body ran over it, it brought a breath of destruction, bringing life into the ruthless abyss.
The Skaven who were lucky enough to survive faced a cruel fate in the subsequent transformation process, either being stabbed to pieces by war dancers holding Aenir spears, with blood gushing out, and their lives disappearing in pain. Others were torn apart by the sharp blades of the chariot and turned into bloody fragments, which was extremely cruel.
Nashrik screamed and ordered the Skaven to retreat from this strange new threat that had suddenly appeared. However, it was too late now. The cold lizard swarm had already clung tightly to the fleeing team of Scars. He could see the rat warriors being killed non-stop. This kind of killing was something that the rat warriors could not resist. of.
The victory that was so close just now slipped away from Nashrik's clenched paws. He knew he had failed, that he now had to swallow the bitter pill, had to temporarily spare Husker's sentence, that survival now became his only goal, that he might have a chance to slip away while his army was slaughtered.
Darkus, who was fishing, looked at the battle in the wilderness with a critical eye. He showed an unbearable look. He was kind and generous and could not accept this bloody massacre. For... this is not a battle, this is It was a massacre. With eight cold lizard chariots as the forerunners and then the cold lizard knights' attack, the Skaven team collapsed. He clearly saw an escaping plague censer monk being mercilessly cut off at the waist by a sharp blade forged from the latest Keith steel, blood and internal organs splattered, and the new life disappeared in an instant.
Aenir's spear-wielding dancer standing on the platform of the cold lizard chariot revealed the nature of the elf and showed the dark side of the elf's heart. On the chariot platform, they don't need to show any dazzling and amazing combat skills. This group of unpredictable beings shows their most basic side. They don't need to weave a dance of death. They don't need to follow the melody of music that only they can hear, jump and spin among the enemy troops, and avoid gracefully. Unleash the enemy's clumsy attacks. Now they only need to hold the back end of the spear high and lower the front end, find the weak point of the prey and stab it accurately, then pull out the spear, aim and stab again.
Darkus could see the long-standing anger and murderous desire of these war dancers, but he felt that something seemed wrong. Was it that the charging cold lizards were too destructive, or were the Enils too incompetent? This does not seem to match the situation Talos told. What seemed to happen when they came to the battlefield? At least he didn't see the cockatrice and the so-called army of the undead. He only saw a group of rodents that were panicking and running for their lives.
Moreover, Darkus always has a strange illusion. He feels that these Skaven are stupid. It feels like these Skaven who are supposed to have strong fighting power are like a group of idiots, like a prime man. There is a child's soul in his body. He saw an assassin from the Essien clan fleeing like a fool. Not to mention the daggers wrapped around his tail, even the two daggers in his claws were gone. It was hard to tell because he was also the first See you once.
But those plague censer monks are really strange. Darkos has dealt with these heretical fanatic believers in the Skaven society. In his stereotype, the plague censer monks have always been fanatical, fierce, and fierce. Those who are not afraid of death, no matter what they face, they dare to swing their flail and rush forward to touch them, instead of like now. He could feel that the escaping Plague Censer Monk couldn't even use the flail in his hand, let alone spin the censer, just like... like a clan rat from another clan wearing the tattered clothes of the Plague Censer Monk stained with germs and diseases. Then use the flail incense burner to play a strange COS, highlighting the weirdness. "That's not right." Darkus muttered in a low voice, his eyes scanning the battlefield again.
In the wilderness, the cold lizard chariots galloped like wild beasts, mercilessly killing everything that stood in their way. The steel-clad wheel of the chariot left a deep mark on the ground, setting off a wave of splashing earth and rocks, just like the opening of the gates of hell. The roar of the cold lizards and the collision of the chariot roared like thunder, spreading throughout the entire world. battlefield.
The screams of the Skaven echoed in the air, and countless new lives were instantly extinguished under the cold impact of the cold lizard swarm. The huge bodies of the cold lizards are extremely ferocious, and their vicious eyes flash with cruel light. They have broken away from the control of their drivers and are looking for the next target to be torn apart.
The war dancers of the Cold Lizard Chariot did not show any signs of weakness. They kept waving their spears and launched ferocious attacks on the Skaven. The sharp spear blades flashed with cold light and cut off streaks of blood. The roars of the cold lizards intertwined with the roars of the elves, forming a symphony of death that filled the entire battlefield.
With constant fighting and killing, this battlefield in the wilderness has become a hell, full of blood and death.
Darkus, who was trying to fish, never joined the battle. He understood his role. He knew that this battle no longer required his direct participation. He let the big guy run to the only commanding point in the wilderness. He needed to do better. to better observe the battlefield, and at the same time obtain relevant information to solve the doubts in his mind.
At the same time, under the protection of the sword chanters and war dancers, Druchi quickly assembled the reaper ballista and began to pour arrows at the fleeing Skaven. Split arrows poured like rain. Then, with a terrible hissing sound, the arrow blocked the path of the Skaven fleeing at the front, forcing the Skaven to adjust their direction again.
"What happened when Talos disappeared?" Darkus, who had reached the commanding heights, jumped off the big guy's back and came to a curser and asked.
"After Talos was teleported away, the rat wizard cast a terrible spell to turn the dead body into brand new flesh and blood." A light flashed in the eyes of the spellsinger, and then he began to speak with lingering fear. Started telling.
Darkos's eyes suddenly widened, and the doubts in his heart were solved. But at the same time, he thought of the end of Kafsha through the Spellsinger's narration. It is said that the earliest Skaven were not only Rats transformed, and humans...could it be?
For a moment, Darkos was stunned. He had many thoughts in his mind, such as whether this spell had some connection with the biology of the ancient saints. The theory of biology reversed the nature of matter through the practice of magic. The form it should have, if you think about it... what about resurrecting the first generation Slann Demon Priest? What about resurrecting other dead species? But he felt that something was wrong. It seemed that some kind of core was missing. The souls in the transformed species seemed to be new and not what they should have been. Otherwise, he would not be able to answer the question of what the Skaven looked like.
"Avan left the battlefield shortly after casting the teleportation spell," the spellsinger added.
"Aiwan? The guardian of the golden pool?" Darkus asked after regaining consciousness.
"Yes, if you are right, she should go to the Golden Pond."
Aiwan walked through the fence composed of rough trees and thorns around the Golden Pond. The leaves became drowsy and seemed unwilling to separate, in a way that she had never seen before. Responded with an attitude I'd never encountered before, as if she was frightened and not allowed to enter.
As a spell caster, Aiwan stood by the golden pool and stared at the amber color in the pool. As the sky gradually darkened, she could almost see the Deha energy rippling around the golden pool. She knew that this was the existence of the golden pool. In response to the shadow moment, all the raw surging energy is locked in the golden pool, waiting to be used and shaped by the brave caster.
What the forest guardian had said to her flashed through Ivan's mind, but soon her mind was replaced by another picture. The picture in her mind made her feel suffocated. She saw the Skaven and the people. The undead army rampaged unchecked in the forest, burning and killing savagely. Talos's body fell to Hasker's feet, shattered and bloodied, only to rise again, a lifeless puppet slave to the necromancer's corrupted will.
Aiwan cannot let such a picture become a reality. She knows that the power locked in the golden pool is evil, but her belief is pure. Her purity will allow her to reshape the energy of the golden pool and force it to serve beautiful and noble purposes. The evil that has been locked away for so long will be forced to protect Lauren Loren, and she will save Talos. She strode across the barren landscape, each step more difficult than the last. Invisible spider webs seemed to be dragging her, trying to pull her away. Fear and doubt were constantly eating away at her, forcing her to look back, but the sight of Talos dying at Husker's feet always gave her faith.
It seemed that time had become eternity. Aiwan stood on the edge of the golden pool. Standing here, she could feel the strange aura rising from the golden pool, like a sticky cold. She scratched her body with her claws and groped. Holding her soul.
Finally, Aiwan made up her mind, stepped on the golden pool, and opened her heart to the power rising in the pool. Suddenly, a shocking feeling spread throughout her body. She felt like she was on fire, and the inside of her body was being burned. Lit, the Deha energy burned through her body and spirit, roaring and raging like a storm, and it took every ounce of her willpower to get the frenzied malice to moderate into the current of understanding that she could see.
The golden pool became chaotic, and the energy inside was no longer solidified. It was constantly gushing out like water, and was constantly being disturbed. The core of the golden pool exploded upward like a geyser, rising high above the clearing in a writhing column of molten amber that danced and swayed in the dark sky to an eerie melody that was both tragic and lustful.
Aiwan was pushed up by the chaos of the golden pool. She stared down from the swaying and twisted top of the geyser. She saw the forest unfolding below her. It seemed to her now how small, how insignificant, how Unworthy of flowing through her body and soul. Her heart denounced this crazy proud behavior. She knew that there was evil energy in the golden pool and recognized the nature of evil. So she used her own will to suppress the temptation of evil. She would use the energy in the golden pool to protect others. , rather than strengthening yourself.
With Aiwan's thoughts, the energy was moved, turned in the direction of Hawkheath Wilderness, where she knew the battle was still raging. She closed her eyes to draw the energy, focusing it on the battlefield and pointing it towards the invaders, Now it's time for the evil monsters to reap their consequences.
"Not good!" Colonia's expression became strange as she was moving towards the Golden Pond. She could sense the drastic changes in the energy in the Golden Pond. She then shouted, "Speed up! It seems we are late. Now."
When Aiwan cast the energy of the golden pool, she didn't notice the drastic changes taking place in the clearing below. The gnarled trees and thorn bushes were slowly, relentlessly, and reluctantly crawling away from the fence.
The knife is flying...it's flying