Chapter 229 79. Champions and Champions
Under the command of Newkel and the assistance of the sorceresses, the prototype outline of a city wall quickly rose from the ground.
Druch soldiers and slaves took advantage of the limited free time to cut down the surrounding trees. Endless dark riders maneuvered on the edge of the chaos wave, constantly harassing the opponent to buy time to build the city.
Further away, the light infantry of Kalond Carl and the Cain cultists of Hal Goncy, under the protection of Hagrid Grave and the cold lizard fear knights of Krakarond, successively entered the south gate of Grond. .
"It's just right, it's just the right time." Darkus held up the monocular and looked at the duel between the flying ax and the repeating crossbow in the distance. He sighed while looking at it. At this moment, he had returned to the walled city.
Darkus will not stay in Grond without thinking. You must know that it is Morathi's territory. No one knows what will happen next. No one knows what will happen during the chaos. Maybe only Lan Gu Gu just knows what’s going to happen next, right? If Morathi followed him, he would have to leave him there, and he might die in an unknown way.
If this army arrived one day later, Darkus would probably have to be surrounded for reinforcements. The army would enter the field not in a marching formation, but in a meeting formation. Although it will not fail, there will still be losses that exceed expectations. When the time comes, Malekith will most likely lead the troops in Grond City to come out to support, and a chaotic battle will break out unexpectedly outside Grond City.
In the distance, the Marauder Riders broke away from the formation of the Chaos Wave and rushed towards the Dark Riders who kept harassing them. The leader of the Dark Riders made a prompt decision and led the team to turn around, constantly firing crossbows as they retreated. They did not believe in evil and tried throwing axes, but none of the axes was thrown into the team of dark riders. Obviously, the distance and range were not even slightly different. On the contrary, they who caught up were harvested wave after wave by the Reaper Ballista on the Golond wall using Xiashe crossbow arrows.
Further away, several groups of dark riders performed arc maneuvers and outflanked the team of marauder riders who were shot to their death. But faster than them was a group of cold lizard fear knights who had just come out of the city of Gorond. Darkus could clearly see through the single-channel telescope that this army came from the fear lord of Nagarond who was familiar with him. under his command.
After seeing the cold lizard fear knights charging at full speed, the dark riders performed another arc maneuver and got stuck on the retreat route of the predator riders.
Darkus had no interest in continuing to watch. He knew that the more than two hundred predator riders who had caught up were left there. It seemed that their fate was doomed from the moment they attacked.
The Chaos Wave, which was controlled and harassed everywhere, could not organize an orderly attack in a short period of time. At this time, more cold lizard fear knights were blocking the path of the Chaos Wave's attack, waiting for opportunities.
The tactical bombers belonging to Druchi were dispatched, and the twelve black dragons in the city took off one after another. These black dragons came from different cities and from different lords, such as the four from the Hell Calamity family, and the ones that were given to Dastan Lengyan on credit. Only, the two on the Malevolent Temple, as well as Larkas' Barchus and Loxia's Wave Whirlpool, etc., hovered in the air for a while on the walled city, formed an orderly formation and flew towards The densest part of the Chaos Wave to the west of Grond.
"Ouch!" Darkus exclaimed. The twelve black dragons did not swoop in from the sky, but quickly passed by at low altitude. As they passed by, their poisonous breath was sprayed into the chaotic wave below. Countless northern dragons The man and the beastman howled and turned into a puddle of something like emerald phlegm.
The javelins and throwing axes flying in mid-air could not touch the black dragon. Soon these long-range weapons without follow-up support crashed into the wave of chaos.
The chaos wave that washed away the ground revealed huge gaps in the formation, as if they had been gnawed by a mastiff. After completing a wave of breath, some black dragons choose to fly higher, while others try to fly lower under the command of the rider to attack and gain some benefits.
At this time, the black dragon in Grond City also moved out under the leadership of Malekith and flew in this direction. Malekith knew that building the city outside the city would take time. He rode on an ordinary black dragon and released an ordinary spell, causing a large number of casualties in the chaotic wave below.
The Yankees and beasts who escaped the breath could not escape this ordinary magic. They lined up in a dense sea of people and could retreat. They had no way to run and quickly disappeared in the magic.
Darkus looked at the dignitaries who were manipulating the black dragon to show off its skills after seeing Malekith's arrival. He knew that today was over, unless the wave of chaos organized an attack at night. He also knew that Nukel had not prepared for the night. The plan to attack.
"Let's go have dinner." Darkus suddenly became bored, and he waved his hand and said without interest. Let's fight. If the opponent doesn't have an effective way to control these black dragons, tactical bombers will bomb the dense formation at low altitudes and they will only be destroyed unless they can rush into Grond or the walled city where he is now in a short time.
"When was the last time Grond was besieged? It seems that Orion led the Aslay army to Naggaroth through the roots of the world? That time Malekith did not issue an omen order, but watched with cold eyes Let his mother fend for herself." Darkus couldn't help but sighed and shook his head after thinking about this.
Ever since Darkus returned to the walled city from Golond, he suddenly became idle. Everything in the walled city was going on in an orderly manner under the command of Newkel, and there was nothing for him to worry about. In his opinion, this On the contrary, it is a good thing. If he needs to worry about everything, he will really die. This shows that the quality of Druchi's army is not within his estimate. What's more terrible is that he doesn't know everything. Smart, what to do next.
And Darkus could also feel the family's attitude. The gathered family members studied it while he was away, and finally came to a conclusion. Let him stay with Nukel to learn war experience first. Instead of attacking with the Cold Lizard Dread Knight. Family members or dignitaries close to him, except for those riding the black dragon, did not participate in the small-scale battle in the afternoon, but stayed in the walled city as a reserve force.
Darkus did not feel angry. He could understand the family's worries. This wave of chaos was originally coming for him. If he was surrounded for reinforcements, it would cause a lot of unplanned troubles. The dignitaries who were also close to him would be surrounded. If there is a call for reinforcements, there is a high probability that he will rescue them, so in order to avoid these unnecessary troubles, he might as well become a reserve team for the time being.
"Isn't this protecting Athena? Why is it protecting Darkus?" Darkus couldn't help but muttered after thinking about this.
Seeing the gentle young master Nukel standing in front of the sand table and constantly issuing orders, Darkos felt particularly at ease. Nukel arranged many plans for possible situations.
Darkus' first night outside the city of Grond was uneventful, and no night attack occurred. This showed that the Chaos Wave was also exhausted after a forced march and needed to rest.
But in the middle of the night, a sudden and brutal battle began, and the roaring lightning struck the walls of Grond's fortress like a hammer.
Hearing the thunder, Darkus sat up from the bed and quickly rushed out of the tent fully dressed with the help of Genevieve. The servants living next to him also followed suit in a short period of time. He rushed out of the tent, and when he looked at Maranur who was holding a long sword, the sound of the horn for continued rest sounded in the walled city. The two brothers didn't say anything, but nodded to each other and returned to the tent to continue resting.
The earth-shattering thunder almost drowned out the high-pitched wail of the horns on the Grond wall. Julian Baneblade stood up from under the battlements and stared at the darkness in front of him, as if he wanted to see something.
Julian was naturally recruited, and he followed his father in response to the call of His Majesty the Witch-King, from the arena and banquet of the powerful in Naggarond to the city wall northeast of Grond.
Suddenly, a foul-smelling cold wind whizzed past Julian's face and entangled his sweaty black hair.
The leaden plain was now pitch black, and Julian counted the seconds, waiting for the next bolt of lightning. "My Kane!" Julian exclaimed.
The bright light of lightning illuminated the earth, and the entire plain was covered with a wave of chaos rushing towards the walls of Grond.
"Stand up! The enemy is coming!" Julian shouted to Malus, who was squatting and napping under the battlement next to him. When Malus didn't respond, he kicked him directly.
The Druchi on the city wall were shocked when they saw this scene. They could hear the roar of the advancing tide of chaos amidst the violent storm.
The sorceresses in the city, led by Morathi, began to counteract this strange storm magic. Sometimes the lightning struck continuously, and sometimes it stopped for a long time.
The ground under the city wall was covered with the corpses of Yankees and beastmen. Under Julian's gaze, crossbow bolts began to pour out from the shooting holes of the diamond castles on the left and right sides.
The horned beastmen screamed and stumbled forward. This group of deformed guys had no way to escape, and their crude equipment could not allow them to resist attacks from three directions. Some were struck by deadly lightning that did not distinguish between friend and foe, and some had fallen dead in a pool of blood.
But more still choose to charge forward, not afraid of the deadly crossbows. The offensive ladder had been set up, and the Yankees began to try to climb up the city wall one by one. Some were hit by crossbow arrows from the left and right sides halfway up and fell down. Some had just climbed to the battlements and had not yet climbed up. When he was about to do something, the pirate from Kalonde Carl used the repeating crossbow in close range shooting mode and shot him in the face along the gap in the shield. After a few seconds, there was a crackling sound, and then nothing happened. .
Julian's armor was splattered with dried blood and stinking ichor, and his arms were heavy from the killing. He couldn't remember whether this was the third or fourth time he had repelled the attack. At this time, he couldn't even tell whether it was day or night.
The dark clouds overhead were not dispersed, but wrapped tightly around Grond like a shroud, blocking the leaden sunlight.
Perhaps from the beginning of the battle, time has lost its meaning.
The wave of chaos temporarily subsided. Druchi, who was assigned to guard this section of the city wall, groaned and cursed bitterly, and slowly leaned against the wall to rest. Most of them were from the army of Kalond Kal, as evidenced by the emblems on their shields and the lightweight Kaitan favored by pirates, and a small number were temporary levies from Naggarond.
When the first attack began, these Druchi soldiers were elated because it represented military glory and killing, but now their faces were tired and stained with dirt and the blood of others.
Soon, groups of Druchi soldiers bearing the emblems of the Corrupted Heart Family and Kalonde Kal came up. These soldiers were either carrying extra shields, wooden boxes full of crossbows, and barrels. Food and drinking water.
Lechkiel was dressed in military uniform, with fluffy green hair hanging down to his waist. He wore a gorgeous headdress without protection, and a half-armour that wrapped his chest. His left shoulder and arm were exposed to the air, and he was also carrying a A peculiar double-headed halberd.
As for Loxia, he did not arrive. He wanted to ride his black dragon, which he named "Whirlpool", to prepare for the next attack.
Malus, who was standing next to Julian and was panting, was not much better either. He raised the bucket and drank it roughly with his head tilted back. Then he threw the barrel aside and continued to rest against the battlements.
Julian looked at Malus, who was appointed as the champion by His Majesty the Witch King, with disdain. Malus felt his eyes turning to look at him.
One is Malekith's current champion, and the other is the possible future champion, just looking at each other silently on the walls of Grond.
Julian shook his head without saying anything, but took out a chewing tobacco box from his arms, opened the chewing tobacco box gently and put the few remaining chewing tobacco into his mouth. When he thought of something, he took out the chewing tobacco again. The box was thrown to Malus. Malus took the chewing tobacco box and looked at it first. Then he followed Julian's actions and put the only piece of chewing tobacco in the box into his mouth.
Malus chewed the chewing tobacco in his mouth. He didn't even know why he was chewing this black thing. He didn't feel any taste in the chewing tobacco. He followed Julian's example and drank out the black water in his mouth. Then he followed Julian's gaze and looked over.
"Stand up, madam," Julian shouted in a low voice, kneeling before a soldier.
This soldier is a young Druchi woman from Nagarond. With only a minor male in her family, she can only respond to Malekith's call to join the battle.
Malus saw no injuries on the soldier's body, but his face was unusually pale and his lips were purple. It was likely that her internal organs were broken by a blunt instrument such as a hammer or a stick, causing her to bleed internally and die in her sleep.
"Save your strength, she is already dead." Lechkiel came over and said after just one glance. After that, he moved forward. She was accepted by Malekith to defend this section of the city wall. Fear Lord, she must prepare for the attack she will face next.
After hearing Lechkiel's words, Julian collapsed and grabbed the soldier's mail shirt, shaking it constantly, as if he would make the soldier come alive. After shaking for a while, he cursed angrily, then dragged the soldier to the inside of the city wall, and then pushed the soldier down.
There are already piles of corpses under the inner city wall of Grond. Soldiers preparing to join the battle are stripping the armor and weapons from the corpses and dragging the corpses to the burning bonfire.
Malus was chewing tasteless chewing tobacco and watching Julian's every move. Seeing Julian push the soldier off the city wall, he shook his head. He turned his head and looked at other parts of this section of the wall. The two The soldiers were dragging the body of a captain. The captain was lying on the Reaper ballista he commanded during his lifetime, and his cracked brains were covered with equipment and battlements. He remembered that when the captain died, he happened to be nearby. He killed the Yankee who killed the captain. He couldn't remember how many times it happened during the defense.
As the captain's body was pushed off the wall, a group of pirates from Kalonde Kal took over the still-functioning Reaper Ballista, and a second wave of Chaos attacked.
over slept. . . The state is a bit bad and a bit confused
(end of this chapter)