Chapter 239 89. The Wind Rises
The siege tower that was dragged to the outer city of Grond has now been burned and turned into a pile of unpleasant-smelling waste. But there is still a steady stream of new siege towers being pulled up, siege towers are participating in the attack every moment, and siege towers are being destroyed every moment.
Fortunately, each tower has turned into an obstacle to resist the attack route of the Chaos Wave, making them difficult to attack. However, on the other hand, the diamond castles on both sides cannot provide long-range fire support for this section of the city wall. The Reaper Crossbow The arrows from cannons and repeating crossbows could only be poured onto the dying beast and the wave of chaos that was still running towards the city wall.
Although the black dragon never appeared, Malus felt that the battle situation was beginning to develop in a direction that was beneficial to the defenders. At least, no more flying creatures appeared on the battlements, and supporting soldiers were still pouring onto the city wall. But before he had time to think about it, he heard a shrill cry from the side of the castle. His heart jumped in his chest, and he looked over there.
Five dark Pegasus starting from the Tower of Prophecy are flying towards the outer city.
Silsis stopped fighting and stood on the slope, constantly directing the Druch soldiers. He seemed to feel the arrival of the dark Pegasus and looked up.
There was a sorceress sitting on top of the dark Pegasus who bore the brunt of the attack. Sirsis knew that this was a sorceress who was loyal to His Majesty the Witch King. The sorceress made a few gestures to him. After seeing him nod and give feedback, The sorceress flew away without looking back and continued to convey the order.
After a while, a sharp and continuous sound of a trumpet came from the city wall.
At this time, a large number of Druchi rushed out from the connection between the city wall and the Diamond Fort. Malus had seen them. He knew that these were the Druchi who were responsible for providing long-range firepower in the Diamond Fort. He also knew about the Diamond Fort platform. Lost.
The wave of chaos poured into the city wall from the entrance like a flood, and soon the executioners guarding there started fighting with the wave of chaos. The wave of chaos that rushed out did not appear to be wearing tattoos or simple furs before, but was wearing black The heavy armor reminded Malus of the divine hero on the first day of the Battle of Grond, but what he saw in front of him was not as exaggerated as that day.
To make matters worse, there were a steady stream of fully armed Chaos Warriors being pulled onto the platform of the Diamond Castle by some winged Chaos Furies under the watchful eye of Malus.
Soon, the sharp and persistent horn sound on the city wall sounded again. Sirses and Leshikiel began to organize the reinforcements of the soldiers to organize defense, while the soldiers, mercenaries and pirates who had been fighting for a long time began to evacuate in an orderly manner. After a while, the gate of the undefended Lingbao on the other side of the city wall was opened. The Heirui repeater had his repeater hanging on his waist or behind his back, holding either a box full of crossbow arrows but not unpacked or a box in his hand. Assisting Reaper Ballista operators with ballista accessories and bolts.
The sound of neat and powerful steps came from the square between the inner city and the outer city of Golond. Julian, who had retreated to the slope, glanced in the direction of the sound and let out a breath. He saw Coran Blackhand dispatched with the Black Guard of Nagarond. This is currently the most elite Drukki force in Nagaroth.
"Get aside, those who attack the formation! Die!" Coran kept roaring, and after saying that, he wielded the Scarlet Death to chop down Druch who rushed in front of him rashly.
The retreat of Julian's area to the inner city went very smoothly. Grond's Druch soldiers were familiar with this maneuver plan and even conducted regular drills for it, because it was a type of tactic in itself. Druchi from other cities, under the command of Sirsis and Lehikiel, followed Grond's soldiers in an orderly retreat.
Sections of city walls and forts farther away also began to abandon their defenses, but unfortunately chaos and panic soon spread. With no clear chain of command, no one could organize a rearguard force to stop the attackers so that their troops could retreat safely.
Sirsis looked at the messy scene in the distance and shook his head helplessly, as if all this was within his expectation.
To make matters worse, soldiers from different cities belonging to the Dread Lord or Admiral are given a series of conflicting orders, ordering them to think of themselves first and everyone else second. The retreat quickly turned into a rout. Troops from the same city united together and tried to leave troops from other cities behind. Some diamond forts simply did not receive the order to retreat and continued to fire until After the Druchi defenders knew that they were isolated, they could only make their last struggle and cordial greetings there until they were annihilated.
Silsis and Lechkiel stood in the square as best they could to gather the soldiers who had retreated from other sections of the city wall. At this time, several fear lords and admirals also came back, pointing at each other. While greeting, they collected skirmishers and formed a temporary rearguard. The rear troops composed of black guards and executioners slowly retreated while still killing the waves of chaos that came up like a tide.
Black-sharp crossbowmen with different affiliations from various cities were assembled to provide long-range fire support for the elite Druch troops in the front and rear, or to block creatures flying in the sky. After reaching a certain distance, the missiles located on the inner city The Reaper ballistas also began to pour fire support.
The troops at the rear stood on the central avenue and square outside the inner gate for about four hours, and finally began to retreat in an orderly manner.
Night finally fell, and Malus could hardly believe that he was standing on the outer city just a few hours ago. He had never been so tired in his life. What he wanted to do most at this moment was to find Vengeance.
However, near the edge of the square near the outer city, a scene occurred that made Malus heart-stopping. Rows of beastmen were pulling huge war machines along the long avenue. The four war machines kept crushing the dead bodies, and finally entered the shooting position. Then one war machine fired a terrifying Cannonballs.
The cannonball hit the city wall so hard that Malus almost lost his balance and fell to the ground.
"Hell Cannon! They must have been assembled under the cover of that damn fog." Sirsis murmured, and then cursed in a low voice, "Your sister is more powerful than I thought." "
Although she lacks military skills Experience, but she is well-read, do you think they can use those things to knock down the inner city?" Malus said grimly.
"Of course, this thing is very special, and the ammunition it fires seems to be very special too. They also have plenty of ammunition." Hilsis snorted coldly.
As Sirsis would say, half demon, half war machine, the Hellcannon is a giant metal weapon with a loud blast, but also possesses demonic insight. In battle, it can shoot explosive energy fire at the enemy, instantly dissolving anything it touches, and even survivors will go crazy with fear. The bound demon always craves a feast of flesh and blood, and must be bound to the ground with chains to prevent it from suddenly going berserk.
There is almost nothing that can quell the hell cannon's desire for destruction. The operators can only continue to load dead bodies into the hell cannon's terrifying furnace like loading cannonballs. The furnace of the demon machine devours bones and flesh, turning them into flesh, and soon it is nothing more than flesh and blood. What remains are those helpless souls. The hellcannon's gullet then transforms these souls into roaring beams of energy, which are then fired at their enemies with intense malice and hate.
"Is there a tunnel?" Malus suddenly asked as he thought of something.
"Tunnel?"
"There must be a passage to the outer city! If the outer city is breached, there must be a way to launch a surprise attack from the inner city." Malus said sharply.
"You want to attack the enemy's war machine through the tunnel? I am the Fear Lord of Naggarond. I don't know where the tunnel is here, but I know that fighting is never a matter of one person."
As soon as Sirsis finished speaking, there were ripples in the sky above her head. Three sorceresses rode black dragons and flew over the city wall, flying directly in the direction of the war machine. The sky suddenly exploded, and a burning black chaotic lightning struck from the sky towards the Hell Cannon. The manipulating gunner instantly turned into ashes. The three hell cannons were also turned into parts under the thunderous power. The other one went crazy and began to rush around uncontrollably.
There were mixed cheers from the Druchi on the city wall, but the sorceresses did not choose to retreat after the successful attack, but chose to dive. The three black dragons formed an orderly formation and poured poisonous poison downwards. The dragon's breath, the crazy hell cannon and the waves of chaos next to it were directly dissolved.
The roaring waves of chaos on the ground cannot harm it at all, and can only let it go after wreaking havoc. The hell cannon did not cause much damage in this ruthless attack, but only smashed a hole in a section of the city wall. Nagalia's hope of breaking through the city defenses through hell cannons failed, and the Chaos Wave temporarily lost all means of advancing the front.
——Malus
suddenly left after eating some food. Sirsis squinted at Malus's leaving back, and then raised his head at his son Julian who was standing next to him.
Julian understood what his father meant. He chewed the food and turned his head with some resistance, as if he could not see his father's sight. After a while, he felt that his father was still looking at him, and he swallowed Food turned his head helplessly, and sure enough, his father was looking at him.
After seeing Julian turn his head, Sirsis raised his head towards Malus' figure that had submerged in the darkness.
Julian nodded resistingly, drank the wine from the sea dragon skin bottle on his waist, and prepared to walk down the slope.
"Be safe! My child, he is not as simple as you think!"
Hearing his father's voice from behind, Julian did not say anything, but nodded solemnly.
Some things in this world that seem like coincidences are actually controlled by an invisible hand behind the scenes. With such a long city wall, Julian happened to appear next to Malus. It might be a test for him. If he couldn't handle Malus, what would happen after he went to Ulthuan?
Darkus knew Julian's future trajectory, but Malekith didn't.
Passing by the blood-stained butcher, Malus walked a long way into the pen where Malice was. The enclosure was dark and humid, filled with the stench of dozens of cold lizards gathered together. Each lizard has its own enclosure, not unlike a stable, except the material is sturdier, made of worked stone instead of wood, and secured by a sturdy iron gate.
It took several minutes for Malus to find the pen where Vengeance was kept. Malicious curled up on the ground and dozed, his nose hidden in his curved tail. Malicious eyes moved as he quickly unlocked the gate and slipped into the enclosure.
"Hello, little naughty pear, I'm here to see you." Malus said seemingly casually, but he was secretly on guard, but he had to come, there was no way he had to come, and the battle became more and more intense. The more intense it gets, the more he wants to take some measures, he doesn't want to die in Grond.
"It seems like these idiots are pretty good to you, and you have a good appetite." Hearing his master's voice, Resentment quickly stood up. Inertia caused Malus to start checking the claws, teeth, and scales of Malus for signs of damage. He looked at the blood-stained sand nearby and muttered to himself.
Malus turned his inspection attention to the saddle and stirrups, then to the saddlebags still strapped to Malice's back. The bag containing the magic items was still securely fastened, and beside it lay a long, wrapped bundle of Khaine's warp swords. He could already feel the burning heat of the blade, like a brazier filled with embers, waiting to be stirred up.
Taking a deep breath, Malus reached out and picked up the Kane Dimensional Sword. Suddenly, an energy that wanted to devour everything in the world emerged from the sword. This sword was so eager for death and blood. This was an eternal Greedy desires that cannot be satisfied! But then came a searing pain, and he doubled over with a groan of pain, his hands curled into trembling claws.
Vicious was startled by the sound, looked back at Malus, and roared in warning.
Zarkhan's power surged beneath Malus' skin.
"Oh, no! Little guy, I advise you not to do this." Zakhan's voice echoed in Malus' mind.
"Marus? Are you okay?" At this time, Julian's voice came from outside the fence.
Malus could no longer speak. The pain in his chest and arms was so great that he could hardly breathe. He vaguely saw Malice slowly swimming around him, and his experienced eyes immediately recognized that he was in terrible trouble. He heard a rumble from the depths of Malice's throat.
"I..." Malus forced every ounce of his will to squeeze out the words through gritted teeth.
"Oh, I will, Blackblade. But first, maybe I'll let this beast of yours bite your arm off. If I want, I can let you put your hand in its mouth. Would you like to see it? "Zhakan interrupted Malus and said jokingly.
Violent tremors swept through Malus' body, and his right arm slowly and tremblingly began to rise.
"My Kane! What are you doing in the darkness inside?" Julian's voice came again from outside the fence.
The other cold lizards in the enclosure began to growl as well, their cries shaking the air.
"Black Blade, your flesh is so fragile and rough, there is no big loss if you tear off part of it. In fact, I am more than happy to let your stinky beast bite off your arms, if I have to do this to To keep you away from that sword. You see, I have new allies now. They can complete your work and give me what I want." Zakhan said nonchalantly.
"Me! I will kill you with this sword! Zakhan!" Looking at his right arm fully extended, Malus's lips let out a weak and desperate wail. He said with a ferocious face, but His body moved like a puppet, turning harshly toward malice. Malus looked at Malus, his strong tail slapping the ground nervously.
Suddenly, a figure rushed in and violently pulled Malus over just as the hatred was about to explode.
The vicious and powerful jaws made a clenching sound, but it came up empty, spitting out poisonous saliva where Malus had been standing just now.
"Stand back, you damn stupid naughty pear!" Julian roared, taking out the sea dragon skin kettle on his waist and throwing it at Grudge, while trying to pull Malus out.
Malice bit into the sea dragon skin kettle, trying to bite it into pieces, but the hard texture of the sea dragon skin was better than the teeth of the cold lizard. The sea dragon skin kettle bought Julian enough time to spit Malus out of the fence. It bit for a long time without moving. It threw the sea dragon skin kettle out, then let out an angry roar and began to charge. Just when its jaws bit, Julian had already pulled Malus out of the door, bang The iron fence was closed with a loud sound, and its jaws bit hard on the iron fence.
"If you don't go back and rest, what are you doing here?" Julian asked preemptively. He would not give Malus a chance to ask questions.
Before Malus could speak, Zarkhan whispered warningly in his ear.
"You have to be careful, Black Blade, I saw an extraordinary thread of fate on him!" "
I...I was just checking my belongings. This damn beast doesn't care about my smell at all." Malus He said through gritted teeth.
Julian didn't say anything, but his expression betrayed him. His face now looked like "I'll just watch it if you show it to your heart's content," but it was a pity that Malus didn't notice his expression. He also noticed the unusual weapon in Malus's hand, and he suddenly thought of what his father had just said to him.
"I owe you this time, Julian." Malus's voice was full of bitterness. After a pause, he continued, "Let's go to the city wall to see the situation. I suspect something big is going to happen." "
Today Isn't the battle over?" Julian asked doubtfully.
"No! My sister is not as simple as you think!"
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Julian stood on the inner city and looked at the corpse-strewn streets and burning buildings between the inner and outer cities. Beasts and Yankees were everywhere. raiding party. The wave of chaos has occupied the space between the inner and outer cities in the north and northeast, and is like a swarm of crazy locusts that are constantly wreaking havoc and destruction.
Fires burned out of control in parts of the city, and roaring hordes of Beastmen and Yankees rampaged through the once orderly areas, looting and destroying everything in their path, often shouting at each other over the division of the spoils. Fight.
Screams of terror and agony tore through the night. After the outer city was captured, the enemy captured hundreds of Druch prisoners and were now using the horrors of the captives to satisfy their barbaric appetites in various horrific ways.
Strings of greasy black smoke rose from behind the inner city, and the air was filled with a strong smell of barbecue. Along the avenue behind the inner city, there are bonfires prepared for the dead Druchi every not far away. Each burning bonfire is tended by an exhausted slave and a pair of empty-eyed Druchi captains. , the dead are piling up far faster than they can handle.
Julian looked at his father who was standing under the city wall giving continuous instructions, and then looked at the wave of Chaos in the distance. He felt uneasy about Chaos' almost suicidal fanaticism. At this moment, he was both worried and admired. He thought that the wave of Chaos was coming. Saying that all that matters is victory and destruction, the waves of Chaos will keep coming until their leader dies or the last Chaos Wave dies. He suddenly thought again, if there was such an army behind him, what kind of feats could he accomplish? His father and brother would definitely envy him, right?
While Julian was still thinking, a voice interrupted him. There was a commotion below the inner city. Three sad swordsmen were fighting with another sad swordsman. The weapon wielded by the sad swordsman was completely There was no plan, and he was struggling desperately while yelling.
"They won't stop! They won't stop! We can't stay here! We can't!" The gloomy swordsman's eyes were wide open, his face was covered with dried blood and dirt, and he said in panic With.
The Drukhi soldiers fighting the panicked Gianlan swordsman exchanged frightened looks.
"What's going on?" Hirsis said sharply, his sharp tone spreading around.
"It's nothing, Lord Fear. We just need to bring him down from the city wall. He is feeling a little unwell." The Druch soldiers looked at each other, and the captain replied.
"There's nothing wrong with this soldier!" Sirsis roared and walked over. He grabbed the panicked gloomy swordsman by the back of his neck and forced him to stand up. He then said sternly, "You have your eyes and everything you have." What's wrong with your limbs? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Xiersis knew that Druchi's spirit was on the verge of collapse. He could have chosen to draw out his weapon and kill him on the spot, but he didn't. He wanted to choose another way. .
"We can't stay here, Lord Fear, it's been several days, they've been..." The gloomy swordsman's neck trembled in the hands of Sirsis, and he groaned.
"Of course they will come, you damn fool, because they are a group of animals!" Xiersis shook the Dark Swordsman like a cat by the neck and roared at the Dark Swordsman's face.
Xiersis carried the sad swordsman and quickly walked to the city wall, forcing the sad swordsman's face to look in the direction of the enemy.
"They know what to do, listen! What do you hear?"
"Howling! They never let up! It's been going on for several hours!" the Dark Swordsman shouted angrily.
"Of course, every one of those beasts sitting in the muck is cursing your name loud enough for all the dark gods to hear! Do you know why? Because they just want to get over these walls and slaughter all they can see Every creature that comes! But you won't let them, they're the damn army marching on Naggaroth, and you're standing on the wall with your weapons, preventing them from getting what they want.
" Ersis pointed in the direction of the enemy and roared, his voice heard by every soldier on this section of the wall.
“Every day they rose from their stinking tents, capered like fools before their twisted altars, and worked themselves into a blood-soaked frenzy, but now they slink back to their tents with their tails between their legs to lick their wounds in the shadows .Of course they curse your name! Their hearts will burn when they think of you, for you have defeated them all. You should savor those sounds, soldier, for they are the lamentations, the sounds of fear and despair, and this It's all because of you!"
The sad swordsman turned his head and looked at Sirsis in shock.
"Victory is in your hands, soldier! Are you going to let victory slip away now, or defeat these bastards once and for all?" Hilsis looked at the gloomy swordsman and said with a smile.
"You can trust us, Lord Fear! We will kill all the beasts!" shouted a Dread Spearman captain standing not far from Sirsis.
Sirsis smiled. He turned his head and looked over. Most of the soldiers, mercenaries and pirates stood up when he spoke. They were listening carefully to every word he said. The soldiers were dirty and covered in blood. His face was filled with a strong sense of pride.
"Let them come, Lord Fear, I will wait for them!" The previously panic-stricken Swordsman stabilized his mood. He stood up straight with trembling, swallowed hard, looked into Sirsis' eyes and said.
"Then take a rest first and enjoy this wonderful music as much as you can. Now the troops outside our city are entering the city, and His Majesty the Witch King is also looking at you! Don't let His Majesty the Witch King be disappointed in you!"
Hirsi As soon as Si finished speaking, a huge cheer erupted from the city wall.
"Father!"
Xiersis shook his head tiredly and said nothing, but his expression became solemn the next second.
"Damn it!"
In the sky far away from the outer wall, a huge swirling smoke was rising into the cold sky, which could be clearly seen even at night. Lines of green lightning pulsed and rippled through the roiling darkness, and even from a great distance, Silsis could feel the sting of the magical wind on his skin.
The magic rose to a height of 10,000 meters, and energy kept pouring out. Magic spreads outward from it, as if a dark, turbulent mire appears like a mirage, casting a terrifying shadow over the war-torn land. More terrifying thunder roared under the polluted sky, and a cold, damp wind suddenly blew against the inner wall.
got windy.
The wind howled eerily through the narrow battlements, filling the noses of the Druchi soldiers with the smell of wet earth. Green lightning flashed across the black sky above, and the weapons of the beasts and Yankees shone brightly. The wave of chaos began to rush towards the inner city along the narrow alleys and wide squares with ladders.
Thunder rumbled overhead, and slick raindrops began to splash on the battlements. Within seconds, the drizzle turned into a downpour, tinted green by the steady stream of lightning. The Drukhi soldiers who had just regained their morale looked at this strange sight in horror. A moment later, they were choked by the stench of corruption carried by the wind.
Silsis cursed again. A moment ago, he could clearly see the wave of chaos gathering to prepare for another attack, but now his sight was completely obscured by the smoke generated by the heavy rain.
"Father, will Morathi and her sorceresses stop this terrible rain? It could cost us the inner city! If we don't see our enemies before they climb the battlements." "
She is better than she is. The son is more difficult to predict. If His Majesty the Witch King orders her to do this, then she may do it." Silses shook his head helplessly and whispered in Julian's ear.
"But the good news is that some of the troops outside the walled city are entering Golond. Our support will arrive in a short while." At
this time, the soldiers stationed outside Golond City began to enter in an orderly manner along the south gate. Witnessed by Keus, Newkel and Draka started a friendly gamble. The chips were very restrained. No one wanted his family's life, but Hagrid Grave's cold lizard exit and Krakalond's. Share of war equipment exports.
Nuecker didn't care about the stakes, he just wanted to have some fun. Now Draka wins regardless of whether he wins or loses, and he doesn't care.
The two forces separated after entering the city. Krakarond's troops attacked from the west on the outer city and the streets between the inner and outer cities that were not yet occupied by the enemy, while Hagrid Grave's troops attacked from the east. attack.
The route was arranged by Newkel. Although the offensive route of Krakalond's troops was a bit circuitous, as a prestigious senior citizen, he had reason to let the young Druch go.
The content of the gambling is who can cut off the enemy's retreat and cause the most damage to the enemy.
Remember what Malus said to Zakhan
(end of chapter)