Gray Seer Nashrik turned to run away, only to find his way blocked by a strange demon.
The demon was as big as the cockatrice it had captured before. It had four spiked legs and kept running towards the Gray Prophet. Its head gradually tapered like a snake, turning into a wrinkled mouth, from which a obscene tongue.
Huge and nowhere-to-place claws grew out of the demon's shoulders and were waving continuously. A club-like tail arched on its scaly back, with a dripping venomous stinger on the tail.
Nashrik screamed in horror as he tried to focus his magic to destroy this disgusting demon. However, as he tried to work his magic, his nose filled with a strange, sickening sweetness, and his mind was blurred by the hypnotic musk, and he began to crumble. The warpstone fell from his unclenching claws and rolled into the grass. He stood motionless as the demon sprang toward him.
However, Nashrik did not welcome death. The poisonous stinger of the Slaanesh beast stopped before piercing his chest. He concentrated his thoughts and opened one eye and looked over. He saw that the surface of the skin of the Slaanesh beast was covered with burning black. Fire, Slaanesh beast rolled on the ground and howled, trying to extinguish the flames on its body, but the black flames seemed to be shooting out of Slaanesh beast's body and could not be extinguished. Just when he breathed a sigh of relief and was about to pick up the metamorphic stone on the ground, he became shocked again. He saw an elf thing standing behind the Slaanesh beast and staring at him. He was now very sure that he was the one using the elf thing in front of him. The terrifying existence seen through second vision.
"Are you the Gray Prophet?" A cold voice came out of Drusala's mouth. Seeing that Nashrik didn't answer, she then said to herself, "It should be, the time is up, you should die!"
Nashrik let out a heartbreaking scream. He could feel something like a claw entering his stomach and scratching his internal organs. Then he heard the sound of his spine breaking, and he could feel the explosion as his internal organs were pierced and squeezed, and the blood flowing freely. He saw the darkness gradually spreading, becoming everything to him, and extending indefinitely. He seemed to hear something that reminded him of the roaring laughter of some ancient and terrifying entity.
At this moment, Nashrik could no longer scream. He tried to sit down so that he could feel everything. Then he bent over and vomited it out, blood and fragments of internal organs flowing out of his throat and splashing on the grass, which made him feel painful and relieved at the same time. Then more and more vomit came, and more and more, until there was nothing left, each vomiting causing great pain in the muscles of his neck and abdomen.
"My stomach!" Nashrik struggled and stretched out his claws, but he couldn't feel anything. With difficulty breathing, he tried to calm himself down, but panic enveloped him, and he didn't know what was happening.
Finally, Nashrik fell on the grass. In his closing eyes, he could only see the fading Slaanesh beast. The elf thing that said something to him had long since disappeared.
The elves on the commanding heights became stunned. They stared dumbly at the demon army that gradually appeared in the wilderness. Shapes began to appear, emerging from the void, and standing between the Skaven and the elven hordes, they could see the lithe forms dancing on the edge of the two worlds, as the demons leapt in ecstatic gyrations Fear burned in their hearts as the demon's sharp claws and tearing pincers flashed crimson in the wilderness.
"Trouble." Darkus knew that he was a step too late after all. He seemed to be able to smell the musk permeating the body of the Slaanesh demon. This was the most disgusting stench to him. He took out the potion on his belt and applied it on it. He got up, and he wanted to leave the big guy in the wilderness. Only the big guy can control the cold lizards in the wilderness. If those stupid cold lizards escape from the big guy's control, those Enil will be in trouble, and the battle situation will become more irreversible.
Darkus held down the big guy's head and put his head on the big guy's head, looking into the big guy's eyes. The restless big guy was a little stunned at first, but he quickly calmed down. The big guy knew what he wanted to explain. Everything was said without saying anything. He could feel the change in Big Brother's terrifying face, as if to say, don't worry, leave everything to me. At this moment, he and Big Brother had the same mind.
Darkus nodded, hugged the big guy's head, and patted the big guy's head. If all the previous inferences were correct, and if what Crunchcloak said before was not misleading, he knew The protector of the Golden Pond should have done something before Talos was teleported away with his team before they came to the wilderness, or something happened over the Golden Pond.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for these Slaanesh demons to appear in the wilderness for no reason. Now Darkus was faced with a choice between two. He chose to go to the Golden Pond. All the nodes were in the Golden Pond. Only by solving the trouble of the Golden Pond , the troubles in the wilderness can be solved.
Fortunately, during the previous allocation, Darkus had reserved a hand. He believed that the golden pool was the key, and he believed that the battle in the wilderness did not require the dispatch of all Druchi. He asked Maranur to take one-sixth of his strength, that is, fifty good hands, and the sorceress headed by Colonia to rush to the Golden Pool, while the other part was between him and Drusala. led them to the wilderness. He couldn't see this kind of future, and he didn't know whether his choice was correct, but there was no point in worrying about it now. He chose to believe in Drusala, Beine, Shakala and Kradin, and believe in Big Brother. Trust them.
"We are going to Jinchi now. The protector of Jinchi should have gone to Jinchi when you were teleported away. If this is correct, the devil in front of you... Maybe something more terrifying will happen next, and we have to prevent it from happening. ." Darkus said as he watched Talos running over on Malice. As he spoke, he put the quiver and bow on his back, then quickly ran to the side of Malice and jumped on Malice's back.
Talos didn't say anything, but nodded. He looked at his relatives who were also looking at him. They nodded to each other, and then rode Malice and rushed into the forest.
Cradin took a breath. He now felt that following Darkus might not be a good choice. Of course, this idea just flashed through his mind suddenly. He knew that he was going to face the most difficult battle in his life next. He saw the Seeker Chariot appearing out of thin air. In his opinion, the design of the Seeker Chariot was not exquisite, but the mount of the tractor was extremely fast. Quickly, the twisting body of the Slaanesh beast cut through the air like an evil light, and the metal axle made a harsh sound, like a painful soul crying.
"Perhaps it's too late for you to jump down now." Cradin knew that if he wanted to block this kind of chariot, he would need not only weapons and equipment, but also strong willpower. If he was not careful, he would fall into madness. He turned around He looked at the two Enil sword dancers on the chariot and said seriously.
However, the Aenir War Dancer did not answer Cradin with words, but only looked at Cradin with contemptuous eyes. They also saw Seeker chariots, saw Slaanesh daemons that were a mixture of worms, snakes, and peacocks, saw Slaanesh Heartseekers descending on the chaotic Skaven, slaying the Skaven with their claws. The Skaven were torn to pieces, knowing what they were about to face,
"It's an honor for me to fight alongside you under the watchful eye of the Lord of Blades. I'm glad to have met you, even though I don't know your names yet. ." Kradin sneered. He was not annoyed by the eyes of the Enil War Dancers. He laughed heartily. After saying that, he drove the Cold Lizard Chariot and rushed towards the terrifying Seeker Chariot. However, he found that he seemed unable to control the cold lizard. The cold lizard in front of the chariot seemed to be receiving other instructions.
"When we survive, we will know each other's names." A female Aenir war dancer said coldly.
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"Sorry for getting you involved in this battle." Talos said as he rode Malice into the forest.
Darkus, who was sitting behind Talos, was just about to say something when he was attracted by the changes in the surrounding air. An uncomfortable clammy feeling slid across his skin, making his hairs stand up. . It is an obscene feeling, full of evil corruption. The feeling crawled along his chest, up his arms and up his legs. He could feel the sensation progressing, probing and groping, making every nerve in his body tremble with disgusting pleasure. Immediately afterwards, the cold breath spread along his fingers and onto the Trident of the Sea that he held tightly in his hand.
That feeling immediately fled from Darkus' body, shrinking from the Trident of the Sea, just like shrinking from a raging fire. He seemed to be able to hear the frightened screams of the invisible force as it fled. His stomach felt churning because of this despicable temptation, and it took him a lot of effort to regain his composure, knowing that although the evil presence disappeared from him, the evil presence was still pure in the forest.
"I smell a strange odor." Talos, who was also in front of Darkus, also felt dizzy. He forced himself to eliminate this nameless fear. He seemed to feel something, and he said with some difficulty.
"Are you sure it's not the smell of the cold lizard and the potion on your body?"
"Damn it, no! No! It's some other smell. Can you really not smell it?" Talos' tone became a little annoyed.
"Yes, no, I smelled it too." At this time, Darkus also smelled it. As the malice ran, he felt that the rancid smell was getting closer. Soon, he saw a group of zombie ratmen in ragged clothes and dragging heavy steps into his field of vision. Each zombie ratman held a clay pot in its rotting paws. Behind the zombie ratman was the emaciated figure of the Necromancer, and he could see the vicious look of victory on the Necromancer's bestial, leprous face.
Darkus adjusted his posture, stood up from Malice's back, and then jumped to the branches of the tree trunk. Talos manipulated Malice and rushed straight towards the zombie ratmen team. The battle broke out unexpectedly. Enil's blade swung by, and two zombie ratmen were instantly chopped down, and one was torn apart by Malice. Yes, the jar shattered. Other zombie ratmen moved awkwardly with heavy cans on their backs, these mindless bodies taking no action to defend themselves against their attackers.
Husker roared, his voice thick with rage, his claws flashing with gray miasma, radiating Dehar energy. The terrifying energy flew towards Talos, but when it approached Talos, the light from the Trident of the Sea offset the terrifying energy. In Talos' doubtful gaze, the terrifying energy attached to the trident became translucent and finally disappeared. Then the trident changed its unnatural trajectory and floated into his hand.
Husk screamed again, gesturing wildly with his claws, and from the darkness behind him, the Cockatrice appeared.
The cockatrice jumped out, digging into the ground with its claws. The big beak on its face opened suddenly, and the feathers on its neck trembled with excitement.
Talos felt the monster's round eyes staring fiercely at him, as if the cockatrice still remembered who cut off its wings.
The cockatrice's fury saved Talos and Malice from being destroyed in an instant, because it became very angry at the sight of Talos, and gave up on staring at the elf with its petrifying eyes, instead leaping forward, Prepare to tear elves and cold lizards apart with beak and claws.
Darkus, who was standing on the branches and constantly jumping and moving, did not choose to attack the cockatrice and the necromancer first. Although he temporarily lent the Trident of the Sea to Talos for use, he left a backdoor. Skaven can play the system, he can too, and he is better at it. He keeps jumping and puts the arrows in his quiver on his bow, shooting at the group of zombie ratmen that are almost like targets, burning stars. The moment the arrow hit the zombie ratman's head, the corpse of the zombie ratman became fragmented.
Darkus understood at the moment of contact that it was definitely not normal for a Skaven to learn undead magic for heretics, especially the jars held by zombie ratmen. He knew these jars the moment he saw them. Coming to Nehekhara in the south of the old world, after all, the shapes and patterns of the jars are too stereotyped, so the ratman's magic and subsequent operations must have some connection with these jars.
Talos, who used the Trident of the Sea and Malice to dodge the Cockatrice's attack with deft movement, was about to launch a counterattack when he heard movement from the forest behind him. A cluster of huge branches were tied together like a hand. , extending downward and surrounding him and Malice's body as the Cockatrice charged towards him.
The cockatrice caught by the tree flapped wildly, but it flapped like a quail. It could not break free from the shackles of the ancient tree man, and then it was lifted high into the air by the ancient tree man.
"Over there!" Carlion roared when he heard the noise. He had just led the Disaster Walker chariot to join the battle in the wilderness, but he quickly pulled away. The only mission of him and the trainers was to destroy the chickens. The snake beast ensured that the cockatrice died instead of slaughtering the fleeing Skaven. After finding the cockatrice's traces in the wilderness, he led the trainers to hunt.
"Take care of the forest, this misfortune belongs to me." Deslu's voice rumbled.
Darkus saw the ancient tree man after moving from one branch to another again. This was the first time he saw the ancient tree man, but he had no time to take a good look at it, because he saw the ancient tree man's body beginning to Becoming pale and stiff, he knew that the cockatrice mechanical monster was beginning to look at the ancient tree man with a deadly look. He took out the magic-breaking arrow from his quiver and put it on his bow.
It goes without saying that these magic-breaking arrows were made by Darkus when he first returned to Krakaronde. At that time, he was in the forest farm, and Kalien brought him the dark sorceress of the Hell Calamity family. The enchantment is completed with twenty magic-breaking arrows. The arrows have been sacrificed with blood and engraved with runes, which have a chance of penetrating the magic barrier.
As a result, Darkus shot Alyssa's friend to death while fighting for the Black Ark...and then nothing happened. He used it again when he went to the dangerous peaks to encounter a pack of wolves and shot the Wolf King.
Talos also noticed Desilu's body gradually changing, and his face also turned a desperate pale color, because he found that he could do nothing, he could only watch Desilu die.
The cockatrice chuckled. It knew that its terrifying gaze was about to bring destruction to the tree man in front of it. It kept staring at the tree man. It knew that it would not take long for the tree man's body to turn into stone until the final moment. The spark of life goes out. It has already thought about how to release the dead tree man's shackles next, and what posture to use to break the tree man's petrified fingers.
Kalien protected the Owl Crossbow on his chest and jumped directly from the Disaster Walker's chariot. After rolling a few times in the leaf-covered dirt, he put the crossbow on his left arm and aimed at the cockatrice's protruding eyes. At the same time, Darkus also aimed at the cockatrice's eyes. The cockatrice didn't notice that someone had aimed at it, nor did he notice that the hollow in the tree man's body emitted a tiny light. The wood spirits hidden in the ancient tree man's body spurted out, like a swarm of bees being released. Like man and machine.
The shrike, which can move quickly in the air, avoided the cockatrice's gaze and was protected from being petrified. At this moment, the wood spirit was no longer naughty, only ferocious. The body of the wood spirit radiated light and took on a terrible shape, a body of terrible thorns, claws and fangs.
The next moment, a sound of thunder and lightning came from far away.
The magic-breaking arrow that had been strengthened and maintained by Drusala did not have any problems with probability. It directly broke through the Cockatrice's amulet protection and shot towards its left eye. The arrow fired by Kalien hit its right eye like a swarm of bees. The same shrike attached to its body and kept gnawing at its body. It was instantly severely injured and burst into miserable wails. It was still struggling and tried to use its spiny tail, jagged jaws and razor-like wings. Fight back ferociously.
"Throw it down," Darkus shouted.
Desilu's body that was about to be petrified reversed itself, and the paleness and stiffness faded from its body like a tide. When it heard Darkus's cry, it immediately let go of its arms and threw the still struggling Cockatrice to the ground. .
When Kalien was taking aim, the other beast trainers were not idle. They were the best at dealing with this kind of monster that could be seen in the Nagaroth Mountains. The barbed harpoon and steel fork connected to the chain were poured into the Cockatrice's body. With the high-speed movement of the Disaster Walker's chariot, the still struggling Cockatrice was dragged like a chicken. Without the system, the cockatrice without eyes is no longer a threat. Two chariots drag the cockatrice around in the forest. The trainers on the chariots are like shooting targets, shooting the endless stream of fish. The fork was accurately sent into the cockatrice's body, and the only thing waiting for the half-dead cockatrice was the torture before death.
"It seems that this misfortune does not belong to you for the time being."
Darkus jumped down from the tree, nodded to the ancient tree man who was looking at him, and then jumped onto Kalien's Disaster Walker chariot. . He searched around but couldn't find any trace of the mouse, but he could understand that unless the mouse's brain was rusty, it would have run away long ago, but it didn't matter... A monk who could run away couldn't run away from the temple, and the temple was right there... No, the golden pond is right there.
"There is another mouse." Darkus ordered to Kalien who ran over. At the same time, he also used the hunting skills he had recently learned to look for traces of the mouse's disappearance.
On the other side, the brutal battle in the wilderness continues.
Kradin's Cold Lizard Chariot has become dilapidated, but it is still ramming. After all, the core wheels are in the middle, not on the sides. At the moment of the confrontation, his face was cut with a long gash by the barbed whip thrown by the demon of Slaanesh. Blood was flowing along the outturned face. Of course, the demon of the chariot did not punish him either. Well, he killed him. But he was lucky, because the Aenir War Dancer on his left had disappeared into the terrifying curling blade of the Seeker's chariot in the previous confrontation.
Kradin gave up driving the chariot and began to stand on the left side of the chariot and fight with the Impaler Spear he had obtained in the Obion Ruins. He couldn't even run now because he knew that the cold lizards on the high ground were taking over. fought. He can feel the constant changes on the battlefield. Rather than saying that he is the Arashi of the Hook Claw, it is better to say that the terrifying cold lizard is the real Arashi of the Hook Claw. The current battle cannot be replicated.
Although the big guy has not been blessed, it is not stupid at all, and probably because it has stayed with Darkus for a long time, it seems to have become smarter than other giant-horned cold lizards, and looks very wild to outsiders. It knows the purpose of Darkus leaving it here.
As the big guy kept roaring, the cold lizards on the battlefield broke away from the control of the knights and drivers, and continued to perform various arrangements and combinations. The elves standing on the commanding heights found that the previously dull and stupid cold lizards came to life at this moment. It kept adjusting its direction while roaring, constantly creating gaps for the Reaper Ballista on the commanding heights to harvest, and constantly looking for opportunities to attack Slaanesh riders who had problems with their formation.
The Druchi on the commanding heights knew what the big guys were doing. They were constantly looking for opportunities to shoot at the Slaanesh chariots that had pulled out of the gap, while the cold lizard knights used soul eaters and repeating crossbows to attack the Slaanesh riders. .
"He doesn't love you at all."
"You're talking nonsense!" Drusala growled.
"I can see the... desire deep in your heart, and I have a way to make him love you!"
"Shut up, you should think about how to deliver to your master!" Drusala said at the end. Screaming, she dropped the black willow tree to the ground, and her body began to change rapidly.
Not far from Drusala stood a secret keeper. The secret keeper was a very smart demon. His silent words and lazy gestures concealed his destructive power. She knew that these demons were the most alluring of all immortal beings, and that to be attracted to the Keepers was to give up the last vestige of will. She knows that these Slaanesh demons know the most intimate desires of every mortal, and use this knowledge to gain an undeniable power, seduce mortals with whispers of irresistible promises. As Morathi's maid, she knew this kind of creature very well, but she didn't know the answer because she knew that her lover had faced this kind of creature three times and survived to this day unharmed.
The Disaster Walker chariot and Malice started to move, speeding along the path that Husk had taken to escape. Soon they encountered the rear guard that Husk had placed there to try to delay the pursuit.
It was an abomination, one that had no place in this world, an abomination spawned from the pits of hell.
The moment Darkus saw the pit of hell, his SAN value went crazy. This was the first time he looked at such a disgusting thing so intuitively. This was a shapeless but moving mountain of meat. It moves forward with natural twitching and shaking, tracing a bug-like trajectory, using its numerous appendages to drag its bloated body. Various rusty mechanical parts, such as gears, wheels, hydraulic pumps, etc., have been installed on this monster, which seems to ensure that it can move at an ideal speed. Among the large masses of muscles and bones, there are more than one head sticking out. . These heads all looked like those of rat men, but without hair, they looked like disgusting suckling rats that had grown countless times. Many have eyes on their heads, but many have no vision. The blind head just rotated, sniffing out the scent of prey, making a hissing sound, and occasionally biting into nothing.
"Is it okay?" Darkus asked directly.
"Don't worry, Master, leave it to me!" Kalien responded firmly.
"Aim the trident at that monster." Darkus turned to Talos and shouted.
After seeing Talos holding up the Trident of the Sea, Darkus moved the Kodi breast ornament hanging on his waist. Lightning suddenly appeared at the front of the trident, and gradually condensed and rose, followed by an explosive roar. , the lightning shot out from the front of the trident hit the body of Abomination hard.
"Damn!" Darkus yelled angrily.
Sure enough, as Darkus thought, hate is notoriously difficult to kill. The big hole in his chest that was blasted by lightning is constantly recovering, and the appendages that were blown away by lightning are also growing back. The energy infused by the warpstone burned in Abomination's body, his jaw rattled, and he let out a silent echo like a war cry before charging towards the team.
While Dacus was cursing and outputting, he stepped on the edge of the fence of the Disaster Walker's chariot with his feet, and then jumped onto the back of the Malice accurately.
"Leave this monster to them, let's go to the Golden Pond!"
Talos controlled the malice to separate from the two Disaster Walker chariots. At the same time, the two Disaster Walker chariots also began to pull away, although they could not kill the monster in a short time. , but you can still slip away, and the Disaster Walker chariot is best at slipping away, as long as the war horse doesn't cause any problems.
Husker ran along the forest path with a jar in his left and right paws. He could feel that he was getting closer and closer to the golden pool. He could already feel the huge energy emanating from the golden pool. He could feel the energy of the golden pool. It continued to expand under the influence of the Shadow Moment, far exceeding Nahak's expectations. The Lich insisted that the power of the Golden Pond could not manifest itself, but when he sensed the Golden Pond's evil power rippling through the forest, Nahak was clearly wrong.
Husker, who was still running, raised his head and looked at the skull hanging on his chest, a savage smile blooming on his withered face. In his opinion, Nahak had made mistakes in many things. Of course, these were not important. The most important thing was that the Lich actually deceived himself into believing that he would share the power of the golden pool with the Lich Council. Perhaps it was time for Nahak's skull to be destroyed. He swung his tail with interest, hoping the lich could enjoy its moment of oblivion.
Husker stopped when he thought of this. He put the two jars on the ground. Just when he pulled off the necklace around his neck and threw Nahak's skull to the trunk of the tree, just when he wanted to hear the Lich As he screamed and shuddered from his soul, he heard movement behind him.
Husker turned his head and saw the monster running towards him and roaring. He knew that the Shadow Hour was coming. If it was late, the Shadow Hour would soon fade, so time was the most important thing and he needed to act quickly.
"oi~!" Darkus stuck his head out and shouted, attracting Hasker's attention.
Talos once again raised the Trident of the Sea and pointed it at Hasker, while Darkus took out three magic-breaking arrows from the quiver. His feet were already raised, preparing for the last moment.
However, the turbulent lightning did not appear immediately. The first thing that appeared was a huge fireball. On the way, Darkus handed Talos the rarely used ruby Ring of Destruction.
Husker, who was casting magic, had to dispel the fireball heading straight for him. When the fireball disappeared and he was about to cast the spell again, he found that he had been tricked. He felt that he was unsteady on his feet, and the ground around him was shaking constantly. Then he saw a bolt of lightning coming towards him. He roared angrily and at the same time cast counter magic to disperse the lightning that would kill him. .
However, the moment the lightning disappeared, Hasker realized that he had been tricked again. His eyes suddenly widened, and he saw an arrow following the disappearing lightning. Soon he discovered that he was wrong again. The arrows were not one, nor two, but three. The first two did not penetrate his protective shield, but the third one did. Throat, he showed an expression of disbelief, a whining sound came from his throat, and then his body was stabbed through by the Trident of the Sea.
Seeing Talos roaring and lifting Hasker's body with the Trident of the Sea, Darkus breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Hasker was killed by this combo, otherwise he would have to use something more ruthless. , although the lion fought the rabbit with all his strength, he was not sure what he would face next, and he really didn't want to use it.
Husker, who was dying, watched Nahak's skull hanging around his neck fall to the ground. Scenes of past events echoed in his mind. At first, he was not called Husker, but...