Chapter 232 82. Fist of the Night Governor (Part 2)
At this time, the sky above the camp glowed dark orange due to the burning tent fire. The sounds of fighting came from all directions. Draka looked at the sky to try to determine his current position. , but he could see nothing. Behind him, he heard the family guards blowing their horns, and in the distance came the shouts of Druchi and the heavy footsteps of the cold lizards. He knew that this was the response of the family guards.
Draka chose a direction and rushed over. He watched the beastmen scramble to avoid the path of the cold lizard's charge. One of the beastmen tripped over a rope and was still trying to get up. He just stood up. The beastman who got up was directly beheaded by him as he passed by. Black blood spattered on the side of the nearby tent, and then the beastman's body was stepped on by the cold lizard's powerful hind legs.
Without warning, Draka burst into a large open area surrounded by tents. He knew that his choice was wrong. He had not seen this open area before, which meant that he went deeper inside again. He cursed angrily and quickly glanced behind him to see if the family guards were following. But his lack of concentration nearly killed him.
Suddenly the air was filled with the shrieks of horses and the bitter curses of the Yankees, and two objects struck him rapidly, one bouncing off his breastplate, the other off his pauldron. , hitting the mask of his helmet. He was startled and turned his head. Another throwing ax flew past his eyes, missing his armor by just a few centimeters.
The Hunnic marauder riders who had not fought before rushed towards Draka. The small space was filled with a dozen screaming and charging horses, while the marauder riders used throwing axes as long-range weapons to attack him.
The cold lizard smelled the scent of horse meat and began to lose control. It roared hungrily and pounced on it. The horses at the front screamed and reared up, hooves waving in the air, while the riders cursed loudly and struggled to maintain their position. Draka is in a similar situation, and he's no better than the Marauder Rider on the opposite side. He yelled and cursed at the cold lizard beneath him as he clamped his jaws on the horse's neck and pushed forward with his powerful hind legs, trying to knock the horse to the ground.
Another ax whizzed past Draka's head, and the Huns, who also belonged to the Yankees, rushed over from the left and right, shouting and waving their weapons. At this time, the family guards following Draka also rushed over, and the cold lizards under them also rushed towards the horses uncontrollably.
Draka tried to yank on the decorative reins to get the lizard to let go of the screaming horse, but the lizard refused to give up its prey. Leng Lizard was still charging forward, but he was caught off guard by Leng Lizard's sudden movement and was thrown off the saddle. He flew over the Cold Lizard's head and landed just on the other side of the struggling, dying horse, only five meters away from the horse's angry owner.
The Yankee immediately fell upon Draka, uttering a war cry in his savage tongue. A rough hand grabbed Draka's helmet, and he tried to pull Draka's helmet up, exposing Draka's throat to the blade he raised.
Draka spewed out a stream of scorching steam from his mouth, and sprayed it on the face of the Yankee who was pressing on him like a dragon's breath. The Yankee's face and eyes were directly melted by this scorching airflow. He cruelly looked at the Yankee's melted face, waved his right fist, and hit the Yankee's fallen eyeball, and returned the eyeball to the Yankee's face, but unfortunately it didn't Instead of sending it into the eye socket, he sent it to the forehead. After swinging one punch, he swung another punch and hit the Yankee's Adam's apple directly, which was still howling. As the throat bone made a violent cracking sound, the Yankee The grip on his helmet gave way, and he broke free and scrambled away, crawling to his dying horse and trying to rise to meet the Yankee attack.
Another throwing ax suddenly flew by and hit the side of Draka's head. The ax was thrown poorly, or rather he caught it well, and the top of the ax hit him instead of the blade. He vaguely felt the impact, a burning pain came from his head, and the whole world spun. His body that had just stood up fell heavily to the ground again. The sounds came and went, and although he could still see, his mind could no longer fully comprehend what was happening. He clearly felt a stream of blood slowly flowing down the side of his head and beginning to collect in his neck.
Draka felt the ground beneath him tremble, and a terrible low groan echoed in the air. The world seemed to grow dark, and for a moment he thought of his own imminent death, and a cold rage stung him.
"No! I will never die here! My destiny is not like this." The words of the Witch King's Hand echoed in Draka's mind. The Witch King's Hand once told him that he would die in Osu. An, not Naggaroth! He knew that in addition to being the hand of the Witch King, Darkus was also the chosen one of Moraig Heg, known as the "Prophecy Weaver"!
At that moment, everything fell back into place.
Draka yelled and tried to roll back further, but he bumped into the horse's convulsing body. The Yankee's weapon drew a vague arc. Just as he was about to raise his fist to catch the blow, the long sword block of the family guard blocked the blow. His family guards jumped off the cold lizard and blocked him. in front of you.
More blows fell like raindrops, hitting the armor of the family guards in front of Draka. He gritted his teeth and stood up. He raised his right arm to block the blow, and then swung his curved sword with his right hand to strike. To the Yankee's thigh. He felt the sharp blade cut through his kneecap, and the Yankee fell beneath him, roaring with rage and pain.
Draka swung again at the disheveled head of a Yankee, but the Yankee caught the back of the curved sword with his left hand and blocked it. The Yankee's eyes glared balefully at him from beneath his craggy brows, and with a maniacal laugh he flexed his powerful shoulders and arms, forcing the curved sword back. He cursed and spat, and the curved sword in his left hand trembled. The Yankee's terrifying power was far greater than his. He was pushed back, and the Yankee drew a long serrated dagger from the sheath on his belt. This was Druch's standard weapon and a trophy the Yankee had obtained in previous battles.
"Why are you laughing?" A family guard waved his messer knife, looked at the Yankee's neck fiercely, and cursed loudly.
The Messer knife struck the Yankee's neck, and the ground was soaked with blood. But he was not dead, and his scarred lips were pulled back to reveal gnarled teeth. Hot, foul-smelling, bloody breath blew out. He tried to whisper something still in his savage tongue, then raised his dagger to strike.
The family guard screamed in shock. He grabbed the back of the Messer knife with his left hand and pushed the Messer knife down hard. Finally, with a harsh bone crunching sound, the Messer knife finally cut off the Yankee's head.
"My Kane!" Draka cursed angrily and kicked the Yankee's body away.
As the leader died, the Yankees gradually faded away, and those who ran slowly were shot by the family guards with crossbows.
"You stupid naughty boy, you almost killed me!" Draka looked back and saw that his cold lizard was still eating the horse's internal organs. He hit the cold lizard's bloody nose with his fist. He cursed angrily.
The cold lizard flinched from the blow, shaking its bloody nose like a big dog, and then lay on the ground obediently.
The cold lizard fear riders who broke out turned back again after not seeing Draka Nightmaster, and now they swarmed towards them. The corpses of horses, Yankees, and beastmen lay in bloody heaps all around.
Draka did not rest but staggered onto the Cold Lizard with the assistance of the family guards. The family guards put his feet into the stirrups and he supported himself to sit upright.
"Sir! Are you injured?" a family guard asked uneasily.
"This is not mine!" Draka roared as he rubbed the sticky substance covering his helmet. He quickly scanned the area and counted nearly twenty family guards in the security area. , their armor was splattered with blood. The sky above glowed with a dazzling orange light, and the stench of burning hung over the battlefield.
Fierce shouts came from the east and south, and Draka knew that he would really not be able to escape if he didn't retreat.
——Korlan
Blackhand was reporting the battle situation outside to Malekith. Malekith didn't say anything, but listened quietly, but he didn't seem to listen at all.
"Your Majesty, why don't we have a battle?" The long silence seemed to indicate that His Majesty the Witch King had nothing to say, so Coran asked cautiously. He asked the question that the fear lords wanted to ask but did not dare to ask.
When Coran finished asking this question, Malekith turned his head to Coran, and there was a clicking sound on the ancient Midnight Armor. The eye sockets carved into his monstrous mask represent a powerful display of power that lingers around the twisted crown.
Coran's whole body became stiff at this moment, and he instinctively resisted this stiffness, hesitating like he did when he first met His Majesty the Witch King.
Malekith curled a finger and signaled Coran to continue the report.
The captain of the Black Guard swallowed, and his throat suddenly became dry.
"Your Majesty the Witch King, Hagrid Grave's troops seem to be in some trouble. They are about to be entangled by the retreating Chaos troops." At this time, Silsis came in from outside and knelt down to report. road.
Malekith was riding on the black dragon and watched the retreating Hagrid Grave army slashing a large group of beastmen who were preparing to intercept. He was speechless. He knew that according to the previous tactical arrangement, Draka must have entered rashly. , and then there were some minor troubles.
Looking at the wave of chaos that was about to envelop the retreating troops, Malekith thought for a moment, and decided to go over to rescue the siege. He didn't know why he decided to do this. Before, he wouldn't have cared about the life and death of these Druchi. Garos is not mentally retarded! It's none of his business if you run away or fail to run away. On the contrary, you may be punished by him.
"Darkus influenced me?" Malekith laughed when he thought of this. He couldn't think of any other reason besides Darkus. He didn't answer Coran's question just now because he couldn't do anything after thinking about it all night. I understand why I accepted the idea of consuming Darkus first instead of holding a battle yesterday. He seemed to have an illusion that his personality seemed to have changed a bit after Darkus came to him, and it was like when Alandrian was still by his side.
"How beautiful, how happy, ha."
At a glance, this crazy and fragile wave of chaos is boundless. Fur-covered or tattooed Yankee warbands and horned beastmen marched forward, accompanied by drooling, slack-jawed trolls. Malekith even saw A band of ogre mercenaries. The monster made of a mixture of flesh, bone and steel slowly moved on the ground, squeezing through the crowd. The huge war mastiff ran at the front of the team, trying to intercept the retreating Cold Lizard Fear Knight and Dark Rider.
There are all kinds of giants in the chaotic waves further away. They have big bellies, long and clumsy limbs, and their bodies are wrapped in rags and metal plates made of steel. The weapons of the giants are usually big wooden sticks and sledgehammers. There is not so much steel for them to use, and they do not need steel because of their excess strength.
Giants were rare in Naggaroth, so Malekith was slightly shocked to see so many giants at once.
Further behind the giants are huge, shaggy mammoths, dragging siege towers with their heads well protected by armor made of metal plates. The warriors crowded into palanquins on the backs of elephants, beating leather drums and paying utterly unreasonable tributes to their mad gods.
One of the mammoths was adorned with a spiked brass crown and a stylized skull depicting this scene, but Malekith was too far away to see it.
Malekith turned his attention to the waves of chaos on the ground. Black magic wind flowed on his fingertips, and the steel ring on his forehead was filled with surging energy.
A ray of magic poured down from the sky, and the biting cold wind blocked the path of the Chaos Wave. The enemies in the cold wind tried to resist this unprecedented cold, but they soon fell to death in the cold wind.
Soon, more than twenty black dragons in the sky began to dive, spitting poisonous dragon breath towards the wave of chaos that was still rushing towards Hagrid Grave's troops. After spitting out, the black dragon pounced low into the sky and killed countless enemies with its claws.
Grond's defenders and Hagrid Grave's knights then burst into deafening cheers.
"Turn! Forward! Forward! Kill everything in the way!" Draka shouted.
The family guard beside Draka blew the horn of attack, and the cold lizard fear riders began to shout, urging their mounts to turn, forming compact and powerful wedge formations one after another, like spears.
"For Nagaros! For His Majesty the Witch King! Charge!"
(End of this chapter)