Chapter 182 32.
Now that the heirs of Nagaryth have decided, there is nothing to hesitate about. The team reorganized for a while, and Darkus asked Alyssa to release the Quicksilver Dragonfly again, and arranged the troops again. Arrange in order of entry. He also asked the dignitaries and animal trainers to put forward some opinions and how to deal with emergencies. He doesn't have the traditional Druchi authoritarianism, and he has never been used to using his followers and soldiers as cannon fodder. Maybe it's because he doesn't command a large corps in battle?
After weighing it for a while, these Druchi began to talk about some possible emergencies. The experienced Dorian said a lot, and Darkus adopted some and made corresponding arrangements.
The mechanism and function of the Quicksilver Dragonfly are good, but it also has huge drawbacks. It is not a problem of the operator, but is limited to the shape of the dragonfly. There is no drone or bird-like aircraft that is easy to use. The dragonfly can only fly to a not too high mid-air. It is swayed by the wind and may fall at any time. The result is as expected, it wobbles for a while. It fell down, and the specific investigation situation was not very good. I could see nothing in the endless fog. However, Darkus did not set up FLAG, saying that he would pay attention to the mechanism after returning and change the body shape of the Quicksilver Dragonfly.
It was noon at this time, but the leaden sky began to dim, and a sickly gray appeared around the team, which seemed to foreshadow something. There is an indescribable coldness in the air. It is not the cold brought by the weather and cold wind, but a silent cold that keeps spreading and penetrates deep into the bone marrow of the Drukhi people.
The Druchi drank hot water and wine, oiled their swords, strung their crossbows, and prepared nervously. Some of them had been hanging out with Darkus for a long time and knew Darkus's character. Since they had done so detailed If they make careful arrangements, it means that the situation they will face is likely to be extremely dangerous. They have a bright future, but they don't want to leave themselves here.
The newly joined Druchi is also preparing nervously, checking for omissions. After six months of getting along and team building, they also know Darkus' style. The cold lizards and war horses were also neighing restlessly, as if they sensed the danger ahead. Things in the mist might be ready and waiting for them to crash into it.
Soon, the slope was dotted with dozens of boulders covered with frozen moss and low withered grass, and the vast snow was painted in unpredictable and otherworldly colors. Everything is rippling with the wind in the unpredictable light and shadow. It seems that the wisps of mist in front are glowing with life and consciousness, like a door to hell that is about to open. Darkus could feel the uneasiness getting stronger. If it weren't for the fact that there was no way around, he really didn't want to run into it.
Darkus used a formation of five in front and five in back, two on the left and two on the right to arrange the Disaster Walker chariots. The cold lizards arranged in four waves. The first wave was commanded by him, the second wave was commanded by Maranur, and the third wave was commanded by Maranur. The third wave is commanded by Selilei, a son of the Hellscourge family. Selilei has served in the Ebony Claw for many years and has rich experience. The fourth wave was commanded by Dorian.
"This is such a hellish place!" Maranur held the Soul Eater high, chewing tobacco in his mouth, Cowell was on his left, but at this time Cowell was no longer as exaggerated as usual, but serious. He looked at Misty and nodded in agreement.
When the team was ready, Darkus turned his head while chewing tobacco and looked at the sorceresses. The sorceresses nodded seriously to him and began to manipulate the wind of magic to add magic to the team. He didn't shout about starting, nor did he shout any slogans for the second grade, but directly blew the horn.
The team accelerated into the fog, boosted by magic.
Ahead, the Disaster Walker chariot led by Kalien almost disappeared in the soft mist. Darkus suppressed the growing sense of uneasiness and continued to move forward.
The mist devoured Druchi and the Cold Lizard hungrily, limiting the field of vision while blocking the sound. Darkus could only see some outlines in the mist. Two massive obelisks appeared on either side of him, carved with the ancient ring of Ulthuan's sigil. Vaguely, he could hear the clicking sound of Silhabulaji's powerful hind legs stepping on the bare stone.
"Is there really a road here? An old road? Or some kind of lost legion?"
More silhouettes appeared, gathering on both sides of the path. Rotten chariots, broken wooden boxes, helmets, armor, swords and spearheads abounded. yes.
Darkus turned his head and stared ahead, trying to see the traces and wheel marks of the Disaster Walker's chariot. He felt vaguely dislocated. Perhaps the fog was more complicated than he imagined. He turned his head and glanced at the cold lizard knights behind him, and found that the three rows behind him were still following him. The cold lizard knights behind him met his gaze and looked at him. He nodded to the cold lizard knights. .
"Speed up!" Darkus ordered directly. His voice sounded unfamiliar and vague. After his ears heard it, a trace of disbelief flashed in his mind, as if the words did not come from his mouth.
The first batch of cold lizard knights held the Soul Eater high and began to accelerate. Darkus felt that he had been able to catch up with Kallion, but the fog obviously distorted his sense of distance.
It took several more minutes for Darkus to see traces of Kalien, and something strange happened! The Disaster Walker chariot that was opening the way in front was moving slowly. Kalien, who had always been reliable, did not drive the chariot at full speed. The trainers on the left and right sides of the chariot platform kept observing the rear, as if they were looking for something. , turning a blind eye to the cold lizard knight who was already approaching Chi Chi, as if he didn't exist.
Darkus was not stupid. He knew that Kalien had slowed down and was waiting for the team behind him. He felt a chill pass through his skin.
The wind made a faint moaning sound in the mist, which seemed more like the sound of a horn coming from afar?
After the horn sounded, the fog seemed to become thinner, but the fog seemed to be alive again, lingering around Darkus. At the same time, he saw more of his surroundings, piles of armor, broken shields and gapped swords, broken chariots and horse vests resting in their traces of decay. Amid a heap of breastplates, helmets, and mail, a flagpole tilted diagonally. The flag was covered with dried blood and hung listlessly in the mist.
Darkus could taste the fear in the air, smelling coppery like spilled blood.
At this time, the animal trainers looking back from the front finally saw the team behind them, and Darkus could even clearly see the relieved expressions of the animal trainers.
The procession did not stop but continued to march.
Darkus began to notice more details. The inscriptions on the carefully crafted chariots and armor were very eye-catching. The polished Ysrama silver gave off a faint blue light. He began to see skeletons among the piles of armor. head. Some helmets also have the owner's skull hanging on them, and the jaws open wide as the skull screams silently in pain or rage.
A light suddenly lit up in the fog ahead, and a light blue light filled the fog. As the team got closer, the brightness of the light became brighter and brighter.
The roads were crowded with chariots and wagons pulling baggage, and the remains of a retreating army were evident, the victims torn apart by teeth, claws, and blades. The fallen bodies of the victims were everywhere, with skeletal hands still clutching weapons as they died. Darkus felt his skin seem to tremble with the impending battle, and goosebumps appeared. But there was no sound in his ears. He held the God Quiteli Halberd tightly, and the familiar feeling of the halberd shaft gave him some comfort.
The air shook with a silent scream.
Suddenly, a large number of figures appeared on both sides of the team, and Darkus saw a terrifying sight. An army of the dead stood on the road, shining with the mysterious light of the tomb. The silver armor of Ithilama gleamed in the pale blue light and hung from the soldier's skeleton. Some of the dead carried spears and swords, while others held up claw-like hands. Dots of cold blue light flashed in the eyes of the dead, and their open jaws let out silent cries of despair.
Standing at the front was a prince of Nagaryth. His Ysrama silver armor bore the obvious Nagaryth logo. In his right hand, he held a majestic long sword, with the sword engraved with Rune, the sword was obviously an old antique, higher grade than what Darkus encountered in that inverted fight. In his left hand he held a torn banner of Nagaryth, its tattered hem flapping in the wind and dripping with blood.
"Who disturbed our rest?" the Prince of the Undead cried and roared, his voice weak and sharp, like the sound of wind blowing through stones.
Prince Nagaryth's helmeted head turned to Kalien at the front, and his scorching gaze fell on the beast tamer like a sharp sword.
Kalien's pupils suddenly widened, and he felt that his heart was shrinking under the gaze of this strange being. His heart seemed to have turned to ice. Around him, he could vaguely feel that the dead were standing up. . He came to his senses in shock and fear and tightened the reins. In the past few years, he had traveled north and south with Master Darkus and experienced countless things. He had seen many strange things. He was no longer the same Carlion he once was. , he quickly got rid of that negative influence. Moreover, he was not driving a cold lizard chariot. He knew that the Disaster Walker chariot was not suitable for breaking through the frontal formation, but he did not use his empathy ability. Instead, while trying to comfort the war horse, he began to steer the chariot to provide support for the cold lizard knights behind him. The charge makes room.
One of the risen dead uttered a terrible wail, and at the sound the host of the dead charged forward, as if eager to fight an enemy who would bleed to death under their swords.
No negotiation, no negotiation! This former prince of Naggaroth was probably Aenarion's greatest general. Perhaps Morathi knew him, perhaps Malekith had met him in his childhood. But it's meaningless now. More than five thousand years have passed. A large part of the former Nagaris people have become Druchi. The atmosphere has reached this point. There is no reminiscing about the past. These dead people Will some sacrifices and victims be satisfied? So who are the victims and sacrifices? How will Darkus lead this team in the future?
Darkus did not shout slogans such as spear and shield, druchi, etc., but blew the horn again.
As the horn blew, the next three waves of cold lizard knights began to accelerate, and the first wave of cold lizard knights accelerated with all their strength.
"Who will stand on my cold sarcophagus and warm my bones with blood?" With the creaking of ancient armor, Prince Nagaryth took another step forward.
Accompanied by the angry screams of the cold lizards, the first wave of cold lizard knights simultaneously lifted the soul eater flat and pointed the tip at the enemy who was about to collide. Then the cold lizard knights roared and crashed into the army of the dead.
The battle between the scions of Nagaryth began.
"What are you talking about?"
When the two forces encountered a huge tearing collision, the air was filled with damn screams. Darkus could not see the banner-waving prince of Nagaryth among the howling dead. Charging at high speed, the cold lizards brutally charge into this army of the dead, and the cold lizards and soul-eaters crush ancient bodies, hurling shards of armor and bone back into the ranks of their brethren.
"Fight for death and destruction! For His Majesty the Witch King! For Krakaronde! Druch! Charge!" Maranur held the Soul Eater tightly and roared loudly and at the top of his lungs.
Then the second wave of cold lizard knights crashed in.
Darkus was reluctant to throw down this high-quality halberd and began to stab and chop in small steps. The other cold lizard knights abandoned the Soul Eater after the Soul Eater was damaged or had no room to display. They all stood up from the saddle, pulled out the serrated sword blade from the scabbard, and raised the sword blade high to chop.
Druchi's war cry rang out in the mysterious fog, and the sword flashed, passing through the frenzied ranks of the dead, tearing limbs, torsos and skulls apart. The withered flesh and rotten tendons kept spreading apart, and the yellow and white bones were ground into powder under the cold lizard's trampling.
The ferocious charge of the cold lizard knights would shock the mortal army, but the howling dead showed no fear at all. Perhaps these battle-hardened dead had experienced something more terrifying during their lives, and the dead swept over Druch like a flood. Each dead warrior torn to pieces was immediately replaced by another dead warrior, beating the armored cold lizard knights with blades, spears, and claws.
"Forward! Forward!" Darkus roared in the din, and his halberd blade kept slashing at the crazy dead. The Silabulaji raises its head and swipes at the dead attackers, biting the rotting corpses in half and scattering their remains in an arc. He drove Silabulaji forward and rushed into another group of screaming dead people. The dead people made a sound like splitting wood and were shattered into pieces.
There was a thumping sound on the lizard armor, and Sibulaji let out an angry roar as the dead man's weapon bit deeply into his scaly skin.
The corroded spear tip grazed Darkus' left shoulder armor, leaving a trail of blood on the back of his neck. The dead man's feeble hands grasped the smooth armor covering his legs and struggled to pull him from the saddle. Ren next to him roared angrily, swung his serrated sword, and cut off the wrist and forearm of the deceased. The hinges of the rusty armor made a crackling sound, and the skeleton was scattered on the ground.
(End of chapter)