Chapter 183 33. The Road Ahead
The Druchi dignitaries are all fighting hard. There is no nonsense, no betrayal, no dirty tricks, and cold shots in the hope that a certain enemy will fall. In the team currently led by Darkus, there are no differences or hatred yet. They all know that if they don't fight bravely at this time, they may have to give up.
Dorian struggled to chop down a dead man, and he found that the dead man was not a simple man. Judging from his dress, he seemed to have been a general or officer such as an adjutant. Before he could enjoy his short-lived victory, a dead man's spear penetrated deeply into the gap between his shoulder armor. He roared and slashed at him with his serrated sword. The dead man who attacked him suddenly Dodged the blow. The sudden change of movements of the deceased surprised him, but soon an arrow fired from the harpoon crossbow penetrated into the helmet of the deceased, and the deceased flew out along with the force, knocking down the deceased behind.
Then the claws of the remaining dead caught Dorian's shins and dragged him from the saddle. He lay prone on the stones of the road, and a horde of the mad dead stood around him. The blows of the storm fell like hail on his black steel armor. The tip of a spear found another gap in his left arm armor and penetrated deeply, causing him to roar in pain. The ax hit him on his left knee. The black steel armor was still intact, but the joint was sprained by the impact. A notched sword blade slashed across his forehead, and a curtain of blood poured down from both sides of his temple.
Dorian roared crazily, and he swung his serrated sword and smashed into the leg of the deceased. The heavily armed dead fell on top of him, their cold hands clawing at his face and throat. His cold lizard roared and twirled its tail to fight off the enemy next to him. With a swish he threw his dead man off him, and slashed with his serrated sword, shattering the dead man's skull. He stumbled to his feet, propelled by the fervor of battle even as his mind battled the rising tide of panic. Without warning, his sprained knee gave way. At this time, a steel rope was put around his ankle, and he began to be dragged. The trainer on the Disaster Walker chariot pulled him away from the battlefield.
Other Disaster Walker chariots were still looking for opportunities to attack on the edge, swooping and swerving, and cutting in slightly. The trainers on the chariot platform kept waving and throwing spears and pouring harpoon crossbow arrows. Arrow, share the pressure for the cold lizard knights.
Prince Nagaryth swooped down upon Darkus, his gleaming blade flickering like a viper's tongue as he struck at Darkeus.
"Hey!" Walter on the other side of Darkus suddenly shouted, and then smashed the legendary ancestral leaf hammer against the blade of Prince Nagaris.
Darkus twisted on the saddle and turned around to swing his halberd. Under the interference of Walter, Prince Nagaryth's thrust missed. He swung his halberd and hit Prince Nagaryth's sword-holding arm, but Prince Nagaryth blocked the blow with extraordinary speed.
Prince Nagaryth's sword swung out again, and Darkus leaned back, then let out a cry of pain, and the blade drew a cold blood mark on his cheek. Blood streamed down his face, steam rising from the edges of the frozen wound.
Darkus could now hear other screams and roars around him as the momentum of the lizard charge was exhausted and the lizard knights were surrounded by an endless tide of the dead. He leaned forward again and slashed at Prince Nagaryth's head, but Prince Nagaryth did not flinch or flinch. Instead, he bent down and took the blow with his helmet, while slashing at his calf. The sword blade drew a neat crack on the black steel, and he took a breath of air. This sword was not simple. He felt that his calf was a little numb.
Darkus roared angrily and slashed at Prince Nagaryth's face again. Prince Nagaryth leaned back slightly. Suddenly, a hot amber spear appeared out of thin air and stabbed at the joint of Prince Nagaryth's neck. Just when it was about to hit, the amber spear deflected and pierced. Among the dead in the back.
"He has magic deflection items on him!" Alyssa's roar changed her tone, and then she cast another amber spear, which was deflected again without any accident.
The other three sorceresses were also pouring out magic. The sky suddenly exploded, and a burning black chaotic lightning struck from the sky towards the team of the dead behind Prince Nagaryth, temporarily blocking the attack of the dead.
The tentacles of darkness tumbled outwards and grabbed Prince Nagaryth, but Prince Nagaryth seemed to have no feeling and was still attacking.
"Magic doesn't work very well on this monster!" Drusala shouted.
"I'll deal with this monster." Darkus knew that Prince Nagaryth was the core of this team. If he solved Prince Nagaryth, he would be able to solve this army of the dead, unless some of these armies of the dead refused to retreat. characteristic.
Obviously, this prince of Nagaryth is somewhat unusual. It is not unreasonable for him to stand out during the Aenarion period and lead a battle-hardened Nagaryth army on an expedition. Moreover, there must be something special about this prince of Nagaryth. The magic items, weapons, and Ysrama silver armor are also extraordinary.
Franais acted as a fulcrum in the distance to resist the crazy attack of the dead, and the followers around Darkus were also blocked. At this time, he could only rely on himself. Thinking of this, he became a little angry and excited.
Prince Nagaryth leapt forward, swinging his blade in a brutal arc and stabbing Darkus' armor.
Darkus waved the god's halberd to block, and the halberd was flashing with light, but at this time, the halberd no longer had that magic. The fire attack and the effect of cutting iron like mud were not at all effective when dealing with Prince Nagaryth. It doesn't work, there is no dimensionality reduction attack like before. He suddenly pulled off his boots from the stirrups and kicked Prince Nagaryth hard with his pointed shoe armor. Then he abandoned his halberd and took out his half-sword and struck Prince Nagaryth's sword-holding wrist. "Why are you always thinking about your halberd?"
Prince Nagaryth let out a blood-curdling howl and stepped back. His skull was surrounded by jumping blue flames, and his skeletal jaw opened with anger. .
"I miss the big guy for the Nth day." Darkus roared in response and pulled up the reins, dragging Silabulaji to turn. The cold lizard's muscular tail swung like a battering ram and smashed into Prince Nagaryth's chest. Prince Nagaryth's body emitted dust and the sound of cracking bones, but Prince Nagaryth's blade was still tightly held in his hand, ready to strike at him again.
Darkus directly took out the Blade of the Ancestors and aimed it at Prince Nagaryth to activate it directly. The blazing laser cut through Prince Nagaryth's knees. Prince Nagaryth, who was still charging forward, suddenly fell to the ground. Fall to the ground.
As Prince Nagaryth fell, the dead in the mist let out hysterical wails of despair. Just when Prince Nagaryth was still struggling to get up, an amber spear fell from the sky and hit him holding the sword. The wrist was damaged by Darkus' previous chop. The amber spear did not deflect and hit it hard, shattering the wrist.
While Drusala and Colonia were waving their staffs to block left and right, the Soul Stealing Technique was still increasing its power to use on Prince Nagaries. Prince Nagaries who fell on the ground let out a painful cry. scream.
At this time, Walter cleared the dead on his left. The cold lizard under him could no longer hold on and began to topple. He took out the boots on the saddle stirrups and rolled in the direction of Darkus, struggling with his limping feet. He didn't get up for a few moments.
"My ancient saint, bastard! Sir, go on." Walter yelled hysterically, because a dead man was stepping on his lame leg. He kicked the dead man away with his good leg, and then moved his body awkwardly. His leaf hammer was thrown over.
Darkus has jumped down from the saddle of Silabulaji. Silabulaji's thick and powerful thighs have stepped on the lower body of Prince Nagaris. The step made a crunching sound, and the bones and armor kept ringing. A crackling sound. He stretched out his hand to catch the leaf hammer, limped over, picked up the leaf hammer and hit Prince Nagareth's head. His left hand found the right time to pull Prince Nagareth's helmet, and the leaf hammer in his right hand Keep waving.
"80! 80! 40!" Darkus roared as if he was possessed. Prince Nagaris, who was lying on the ground unable to move, was still howling horribly, and kept hitting the leaf with his hammer. Looking towards the rotten and disfigured skull of Prince Nagaryth, Prince Nagaryth's skull finally made a crackling sound, accompanied by a terrible groan, and lay there no longer struggling.
"Stop struggling! Children of Nagaryth! We are also children of Nagaryth! The blood of the children of Nagaryth is not suitable for the children of Nagaryth! You are dead! Rest in peace! You guys Let your soul return to the embrace of the Pale Queen!" Darkus roared in pain, shouting at the top of his lungs. At this time, he did not feel the joy of victory.
The dead howled in fear and pain. They understood Darkus' words and stopped attacking. They raised their clawed hands in supplication. Then the deceased hesitated for a moment, and the air was filled with weird howls again. Some of them turned and ran away, and some fell to their knees. As they walked, they fell to the ground one by one, as if they had never gotten up. Likewise, the noise of the battle subsided.
Darkus felt a dull pain in his chest. It was as if a hot coal had been placed where his heart was, his lungs shrinking in the heat. He wanted to retching, but he couldn't. His heart felt twisted and torn, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth and splashed on his thighs.
"Sure enough, the elves of that period had two brushes. It was not without reason that they could banish the chaos demons at their peak. There is also a gap between princes."
Darkus thought for a moment and then collapsed. He lay on the ground looking at Prince Nagaryth's unbroken armor.
"This is a good thing!"
At the same time, the fog gradually dissipated, and the road ahead opened up.
(End of chapter)