Chapter 231 81. Fist of the Night Governor (Part 1)
Draka looked to the left and right. He could not see the edge of the extended team of Hagrid Grave Cold Lizard Dread Knights. The loose team was lined up in three rows on both sides. Stretching over several kilometers, far beyond his sight. Beside him, the cold lizard fear knights were doing final inspections, checking the lizard armor on the cold lizard and the stirrups on their feet, and were quietly waiting for orders to take off the Soul Eater at any time.
Draka stooped calmly and removed his heavy curved sword from the saddle. Guarding him were his most elite family guards, and the fear lords were in their respective locations, not crowded together. The family guards all looked at him with dull eyes, showing no excitement or restlessness for the upcoming battle. He smiled. He was proud of these family guards. These family guards were the precious inheritance left to him by his father. Most of these senior family guards had experienced the battle of Ulthuan five hundred years ago. Although the move failed in the end, and his father died in Ulthuan, these elite warriors survived.
"Damn chess is just one move away! It's just one move away every time!" Draka couldn't help but get distracted thinking of this, and he thought of the Witch King's Hand again.
"Perhaps with the Witch King's hand, we won't miss the mark next time!"
"Remember! Our mission! We are the tip of the knife! If we fall in, no one will save us! Our mission is to act according to the situation! Rather than opening a road to the center of the camp at all costs and ending this invasion once and for all! Do you understand?" Draka leaned on the saddle, his voice booming.
The family guards guarding Draka nodded to show their understanding. The family guards in the distance were still conveying Draka's will to the family guards further away.
"Knights of Hagrid Grave! Forward!" Draka sat upright with a smile. He liked the feeling of tasting power. He turned his gaze to the broad ridge in front of him, raised his curved sword high, then drew the weapon in a shining arc and roared.
The cold lizards in the front row staggered forward at a steady pace under the control of the Dread Knights, and the cold lizards in the back row followed closely behind, rippling forward like a steel whip.
The cold lizard fear knights swept across the low hills like a storm, and the sound of two thousand cold lizards' thick and powerful hind legs stamped on the ground was like a low thunder.
The north and east gates of Grond slowly opened, and the cold lizard fear knights belonging to Nagarond and Grond came out in full force, responding to the battle.
Draka raised the curved sword again on the top of the hill and swung it downwards, and thousands of cold lizard fear knights and dark riders began to accelerate.
The ground shook with the heavy footsteps of the cavalry, which flashed across the bare hills like a black cloud. The cold lizards of the Saurian Dreadriders slither over the undulating terrain like hounds, venomous drool dripping from their razor-like fangs.
The Hunnic horses wandering in the distance smelled the cold lizard's scent and began to scream in uncontrollable terror.
Draka sneered, raised the curved sword above his head, and at the same time controlled the cold lizard under his crotch to start jogging.
The cold lizards sprinted down the slope, their thick and powerful hind legs fully extended, and a rumbling roar came from their mouths because they smelled the prey ahead.
Draka did not look at the enemy nearby, but at the rolling military camps in the distance. The low round tents were made of rough sewn animal skins. The Yankee warband's tents covered the entire horizon, darkening the plains of Gorond like a vile disease. The stench of spilled blood and rotting flesh hung over him like a cloud, thick enough to cover the entire plains of Grond.
The Yankee raider riders loitering on the outskirts quickly gained control of the restless horses, but instead of engaging, they chose to retreat.
A war-horned beast kept roaring as he organized and prepared for the attack. The restless beastmen stopped their noises and looked into the distance. The war-horned beast's heavy head with horns swung from side to side, looking back. It looked over and saw Druch's army of knights. In an instant, its expression changed from angry to extremely manic. It roared angrily. At this time, it was extremely war-hungry and rushed over with a mace in hand. Excited for the ensuing crushing of the enemy's skull.
In the eyes of the cruel and ruthless Warhorn Beast, everything except killing is nothing. The beastmen behind also responded to its call and began to follow it towards the oncoming army of Druch knights, but faster than them They are a bunch of centaurs and beasts who have woken up from their hangovers.
"Warriors of Hagrid Grave! Attack!" Draka stared at the enemy in front with predatory eyes, raised his curved sword and shouted.
The family guards beside Draka raised their horns to their lips and blew wild, howling notes. The Drukhi responded one after another, and the cold lizard fear knights raised Soul Eaters with different tip shapes and roared to the sky. , with a long silk ribbon or pennant at the connection between the spear tip and the gun body, with runes embroidered on the ribbon, declaring the knight's dedication to Malekith, the knight's great deeds of serving Malekith, and the knight's family and The noble history of our ancestors.
Draka saw the warhorn running with bared teeth and dragging a mace, the demon mask on his face shining with bloodthirsty rage. He raised the curved sword with his left hand and slashed viciously at the side of the Warhorn Beast's head. His waving right hand lit up with the light of magic, and directly smashed the mace wielded by the Warhorn Beast in the air.
The Warhorn died the moment it was connected, but the following Beastmen continued to charge.
A big horned beast roared and brandished a rusty giant ax and attacked Draka. The family guard beside Draka directly stabbed it into its open mouth with a soul eater. The giant ax that was being swung lost its power, and all that was left was inertia. A cold lizard bit its head directly on its knee. The old armor shattered, and then there was the sound of cracked bones and torn muscles. The entire lower right leg fell to the ground limply.
The big horned beast wanted to cry out in pain, but it couldn't. The family guard's right foot came off the saddle and kicked it in the face. The soul eater was also pulled out. At this time, it could finally let out a trace. Silk wailed in pain, but was quickly drowned out by the cold lizards that swept over him.
The sounds of battle and the thundering footsteps of the cold lizards mingled into an echoing roar, like the fury of an avalanche. Suddenly, the beastmen in the front row who rushed over were knocked over by the cold lizard, but the cold lizard fear knight did not get much advantage. The Cold Lizard Dread Knight, who was still in the saddle, abandoned the Soul Eater, but instead of drawing out the Soul Eater used for rituals and duels, he drew out the long sword and mercer knife respectively used for combat and slashed the beastmen.
There was chaos for a moment, with the sound of horns, the roar of cold lizards, the hoarse roars of beastmen, and the shouts of Druchi coming one after another. Some beastmen could not withstand the casualties and began to collapse and escape, while others were still trying to attack.
The wave of chaos that was still attacking Grond temporarily faded away, and they were attracted by Druchi who was attacking on the left and right. Druchi on the city wall breathed a sigh of relief and rested behind the battlements watching the battle on the plain.
Kewell's father also achieved considerable results in the east of Grond. At this time, a strange beastman attracted his attention. Under the beastman's tattered hood, a hateful face was revealed, and his body was covered with blood. It was filthy, and its fur was lusterless, with all kinds of primitive and terrifying worship charms painted on it. He knew it was a screaming shaman, a strange existence among beastmen. At this moment, the screaming shaman was crying and talking nonsense, talking about something that gave him a headache. He endured the headache and pulled out the repeating crossbow from the saddle. He knew better that he couldn't let this thing cast spells.
The screaming shaman's cry was soon interrupted. It seemed to notice something. It held a curly gray wooden staff in its hand and began to stumble back. Before Kewell's father could fire the crossbow, , a manticore volleyed down on it, and it tried to resist, but the manticore didn't give it a chance. The manticore opened its huge mouth and bit off its head, leaving behind Only the headless corpse was still bleeding, and the Dread Lord in the manticore turned his head and smiled defiantly at Kewell's father.
"Blow the trumpet! Back off!" Kewell's father cursed angrily when he saw this scene. He really wanted to shoot the crossbow, then shook his head and shouted to the family guard next to him. He didn't take it personally. He knew the purpose of this attack. If he got caught in it, a chain reaction would occur. In the end, all the reserves in the walled city would have to be mobilized. A military temptation and deception turned into a military attack. Taking risks, he didn't even dare to think about what good fruits Newkel would give him when he returned.
The herd of big horned beasts that had been fighting to the death before had been wiped out by Draka and his elite family guard group. The cold lizard fear knights had already rushed into the camp and were massacred in all directions. Draka chopped and killed After a while, he came back and searched frantically, trying to find his troops, but he could only see the rickety sides of the half-collapsed tent, and could barely catch a glimpse of helmets and swords stained with blood rising and falling. Where was his trumpeter? He never found a trace of the trumpeter.
Draka roared.
"Here, my lord!" came the weak reply, from the other side of the tent to Draka's right. The tent's tattered hides and tangled ropes exploded as the house guard rode through on his cold lizard. The family guard's face was covered with bloodstains, and his eyes flashed with fighting intent.
"The beasts fled, I have never seen such a massacre!" the family guard yelled, even though he was less than a few meters away from Draka.
"Stay close to me, you idiot, don't forget your duty! Send the signal to retreat now!" Draka glared at the family guard fiercely, and then roared. Like Cowell's father, he knew his duties and responsibilities, just a little too high. He also knew that the advantage would gradually not be on his side over time. Once the short-term chaos passed, the Chaos Wave could overwhelm their surprise attack with its absolute superiority in numbers.
The family guard nodded and was about to raise his horn when his eyes suddenly widened.
"Be careful, my lord!"
Draka turned around and saw the beastman charging towards him. The cold lizard under him turned sharply to the left, almost throwing him off the saddle, and the ax aimed at his neck grazed his left shoulder. First. He cursed and tried to maintain his balance, then wildly swung his right fist and drove the Beastman's nose directly into the Beastman's face. The already deformed Beastman became even more deformed after the destruction of his fist.
Three great horned beasts rushed out from around Draka, swarming around his flanks and targeting the family guards and Draka at the same time. One of the great horned beasts struck the cold lizard in the head with a giant axe, while the other great horned beast slashed the neck of the family guard with a heavy broad-bladed meat cleaver, and another great horned beast made a blasphemous cry. With words, he swung the ax to his chest.
Draka anticipated the blow and tried to lean back to avoid the weapon's attack range, but at some point the fourth great horned beast rushed out and tried to grab his left arm, trying to control his weapon and Drag him from the saddle.
Apparently the big horned beast misjudged Draka's path. He swung his right fist and hit the big horned beast directly in the face. The big horned beast let go of his left hand with a cry, but he was also pulled down by the big horned beast. When he got close to the attack range of the giant ax, the giant ax struck hard on his forearm with the Night Governor's Fist, and the Night Governor's Fist hit his heart with a huge impact.
An ordinary black steel arm guard will collapse and disintegrate under a brutal blow, but unfortunately, Draka's Fist of the Night Lord is not. His Fist of the Night Lord is not made of black steel at all, but Yselama Silver, a treasure passed down from his family, has a history of thousands of years, and its long history can even be traced back to the Great Invasion. The protective runes woven into the kneepads did their job, and a discordant clang flicked the blade away in a shower of blue sparks.
Before the big horned beast could come back to its senses and chop again, Draka yelled and cursed, and slashed the big horned beast on the head with the curved sword. The big horned beast fell down, and blood and brains came from the cracks in the skull. overflow.
The cold lizard under Draka tightly bit the giant ax that struck it. As he controlled the cold lizard to turn to the left and draw an arc, the huge bite force of the cold lizard tore it from the hand of the big horned beast. The giant axe, with its huge and powerful tail twitching in an arc, struck hard on the back of the big horned beast that was unable to avoid it. The big horned beast whose spine was severed fell to its knees weakly with both hooves, and the bubbles fell from the big horned beast. Spewed out from his nose, and then he wielded the curved sword to end the great horned beast's pain.
The big horned beast holding a broad-bladed meat cleaver changed its target and rushed towards Draka, but the cold lizard guarding the family did not give it a chance. It rushed forward and bit the big horned beast's back with its razor-like teeth, and then It stabbed in hard with the nail claws of its forelimbs, shaking the big horned animal like a hunting dog shaking a rabbit. There was a crackling sound of bone cracking, and the meat cleaver flew out of the big horned animal's hand. It opened its mouth and tried to throw the big horned beast into the air, and then slammed the big horned beast to the ground with its powerful nail claws.
The inferior horn that came in immediately collapsed when it saw this scene. It dropped the spear in its hand and turned to run for its life. It walked deeper into the camp while howling in terror. Then the sound suddenly stopped. It was unknown whether it was killed by other cold lizard fear knights or by its companions.
"Blow the trumpet! Retreat!" Draka sat upright and shouted to the family guards.
(End of chapter)