The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 167 The Dragon Soars in Naggaroth

Time flies, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye, and it also indicates that Lord Poor King's Northern Recruitment Order has officially come into effect.

According to the regulations, all Naggaroth Dreadlords who received the call-up order need to lead their troops northward to resolve the war between Norsca and the Beastmen.

However, since a collection order had already been carried out a few years ago, even the richest lord of Naggarond really had no food left.

But even so, the lords still summoned an army of tens of thousands of Duluqi, and drove towards the north mightily.

After all, this is a battle that the Witch King is always paying attention to, and they all hope to take this opportunity to win the favor of the Witch King.

——Northern Naggarond, Hal Kajra

As the exit to the Chaos Wasteland, this fortress has always been a supply station for the dark elves to hunt Norscan slaves.

Hundreds of slave hunting chariots driven by slave owners rushed out of the fortress like a tsunami, hunting those weak human slaves, symbolizing the city's past glory.

Under the soaring black tower, there are long black walls nearly [-] meters high standing on the ice field, hindering the erosion of chaos.

Over the millennia, countless warbands of Chaos have attempted to destroy this fortress, allowing the will of Chaos to spread across Drucci's array.

However, even if the Chaos God's Chosen personally led the invasion, this fortress has always stood at the forefront of the Chaos Wasteland and has become the thorn in the heart of all the northern Norscans.

However, at this time, this great fortress, which recorded countless Durucci's "glorious years", is being besieged by countless Norscans:

On the towering city wall, hundreds of Reaper ballistas are constantly firing shotguns at the Norsca below, relieving the pressure on the soldiers at the gate of the city.

The former solid black iron city gate has long been smashed open, and a chaotic giant with crossbow bolts stuck all over his body is lying outside the city, telling his identity as the culprit.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull seat!"

Hundreds of Norscan berserkers radiating red light were frantically swinging their double axes, fighting the blood god's favorite hand-to-hand combat with the gloomy swordsmen blocking the door.

The ground was already full of the corpses and heads of Drucci soldiers, which shocked many elf warriors who were fighting humans for the first time.

Didn't it mean that human beings are weak?
"Stick to the front, don't let these short-lived species defile my fortress!"

The dread lord with long white hair was constantly wrestling with the berserkers in front of him with a thin sword and shield, and at the same time did not forget to inspire the surrounding friendly forces.

But it is clear that her delicate voice cannot reverse the declining battle situation:

In the sky far away from the ground, a small black dragon howled in pain under the siege of dozens of manticores, while the harpies were reduced to their rations;
On the plain, the Dark Riders who were planning to launch a sneak attack were also fiercely pursued by the Ice Warrior Wolf, and had no choice but to run around.

"F***! Why haven't the reinforcements come yet, are you expecting me to die?"

The female lord watched all this desperately, but the battle was still going on, and she could only curse those fear lords who were righteous in the letter.

A few days ago, the scouts had reported to her that the Dreadlord's army was about to arrive, but the reinforcements had not arrived for a long time.

Apparently, the Dreadlords from Naggarond wanted to see her die on the battlefield so they could rightfully take over Hal Khazra.

Most importantly, the 4000 defenders in the city have already been exhausted in the past few days of war, even if she wants to resist, she can't do it!

Just as she was distracted, the berserkers of Norsca had already killed all the gloomy swordsmen at the gate of the city, leaving only the female lord and a few warriors behind her.

Looking at the beautiful female elf in front of her who was pale under the cover of the soldiers, these Khorne berserkers showed a strange smile on their mouths.

Clearly, they're all excited about what's to come.

dong dong dong...

Accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps, a loud blue voice slowly walked into the city gate, shouting up to the sky under the cheers of the berserkers and the sluggish gaze of the female lord:

"Ooooooooooo-"

"It's old Dick! Hahaha, I knew ice trolls wouldn't die so easily!"

"Come on dick, fuck this elf with your big dick!"

"It's a pity, such a beautiful female elf is about to be smashed into a meat paste by the trolls before playing... But it doesn't matter, we will definitely meet more in the future!"

The berserkers around laughed, making no secret of their obscenities, expecting the troll to smash the elf with his sledgehammer.

Since they believed in Khorne, although they still retain the most basic desires, they prefer to watch bloody performances compared to Slaanesh, who is a bitch.

Seeing this, several Durucci warriors gritted their teeth and decisively left the female lord to escape, but these berserkers chopped off the soles of their feet with throwing axes!

The ice troll was also unambiguous, and directly aimed at these elf deserters who fell to the ground and howled, each with a stick, and precisely smashed their bodies into a pulp, keeping their round heads.

"Good! Dick's craftsmanship is still so good, he can successfully keep his head every time!"

"As expected of the most intelligent troll in the Chaos Wasteland, it's amazing!"

Hearing the surrounding Norscans praise him for his intelligence, the ice troll showed a silly smile on his ferocious face, and then he picked up a blood-stained stick and came to the female lord.

"Damn it, I didn't expect that I would die at the hands of an ugly troll..."

Looking at the lumps of minced meat on the ground, the female lord thought she was doomed, so she simply closed her eyes and gave up resistance.

Roar--

At this moment, the manticore in the sky suddenly roared, and then a huge black shadow suddenly cast down, capturing the ice troll in an instant!
Immediately afterwards, a scorching fire pillar suddenly fell from the sky, burning these shirtless berserkers who only wore leather armor to ashes.

Sensing the heat wave in front of her, the female lord hurriedly opened her eyes, only to notice that a group of wyverns that could breathe fire appeared in the sky at some point!

Each of these flying dragons is tens of meters long, and their huge bodies are covered with silver dragon armor, which looks like they are made of rare Iselama silver.

The female lord's eyes were full of horror. She didn't know whether this new army was an enemy or a friend, and she was even more horrified by the terrifying number of flying dragons!

hold head high!
On the backs of nearly a hundred flying dragons are silver armored warriors holding dragon cavalry spears, just as dazzling as the legendary dragon prince who fights against demons.

They manipulated the flying dragons to continuously charge the fleeing manticores, and at the same time stabbed out the lances in their hands, leaving bloody holes on the manticores' bodies.

And more flying dragons spewed flames at the fleeing Norscans, turning the entire Chaos Wasteland into a sea of ​​flames!
boom!
Just when the female lord fell into a daze, the body of the ice troll suddenly fell from the sky and landed in front of her.

Immediately afterwards, a silver flying dragon with a body length of more than [-] meters suddenly landed in front of her, and a pair of dragon pupils shining with blue light were staring at her firmly.

Just when she swallowed her saliva and hesitated whether to go forward to say hello, Feilong suddenly lowered her head, revealing the handsome elf on the dragon's back!

Unlike any Drucci she had ever known, this elf in silver armor was like the real prince of Ulthuan, and greeted her with a smile:

"It seems that the banquet hasn't started yet. I shouldn't be late, am I?"

It was Rohan and the blessed turnip who came!
(End of this chapter)