The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 421 Attack of Morathi
boom--

As the ground shook violently, all the soldiers on the city walls of Grand City slipped to the ground uncontrollably. Only the dwarves remained stable because their chassis was too low.

Even Gotrek and Phoenix were so frightened by this scene that they couldn't help but swallow their saliva. The former was able to remain calm, but the latter was already shouting in horror:

"Go... Gotrek, am I right? The winged elf actually summoned a meteorite directly from the sky and hit the ground. Is this really magic and not a miracle?!"

You must know that the Magic Academy of the Sigmar Empire was guided and established by Teclis who traveled after the Ulthuan War, and even stayed in Altdorf for decades specifically for this purpose.

As for now...

Now that the Ulthuan War has not yet ended, Teclis has also been kidnapped by Rohan to his own home to serve as a doorman and servant. Therefore, the current empire has a very general and vague concept of magic, and only hears its sounds but does not know its form.

And the magic of [Cassadora Comet·Overload] is a particularly terrifying weapon even for elves, let alone Phoenix, a fledgling Imperial University student?
A giant meteorite with a diameter of nearly ten meters hit the ground at super high speed under the influence of magic. Its power was even enough to destroy a mountain!
Compared to the shocked humans, Rohan's face in the sky looked much calmer. He even touched the helmet of command on his face and chuckled:

"As far as raindrops go, is it too heavy?"

Zhi~ton~ (no emotion)

"Huh? Damn it!!!"

Just when Rohan was in doubt, a strange cry that was familiar to him from his previous life suddenly came from the mushroom cloud that was gradually dissipating. He was so frightened that he hurriedly lowered his head to look at the looming large beetle in the smoke.

Could it be that the legendary little monster that shattered the glass of Team Kurt's building with a one-megawatt fireball appeared? !

You must know that in his previous life, Rohan was a human who loved monster-themed movies and special effects films, so he was naturally worried about whether he would encounter monsters that were tens of meters tall and weighed tens of thousands of tons.

Coupled with the fact that he had received news about the Ratman throwing dimensional stone sewage into the sea some time ago, he was really worried that the monster below would be Jayden from the Tokusatsu Theater next door!

Zhi~ton~
Fortunately, as the smoke dissipated and the monster below gradually revealed its true form, Lohan's originally worried heart gradually let go, and then he yelled:

"You're making me laugh so hard. How dare you, a big-ass guy like you, to lie to me?"

As he spoke, he concentrated all the divine power in his body into the sapphire necklace worn on his chest, and then raised the Gwendalion Blade and launched a dive towards the mutant beasts below!
stop--

The faint blue light gradually formed a barrier to protect Rohan. The great sword blessed by Khorne cut through the skin of the giant beast without any resistance like a hot knife cutting butter, and a black fluid flowed out from it. Green stench of blood.

The corrosive blood made a sizzling sound just by touching the surrounding land, and the lawn that originally thrived under the blessing of the Misty Lady immediately turned into withered and yellow weeds.

However, such terrifying blood cannot touch Rohan's body at all. Even if it luckily lands on his armor, it will be immediately blocked by a light magic barrier.

The dual protection of the artifact Tears of the Goddess and Blessing of Tzeentch is enough to make him immune to most of the negative BUFFs in the world!

Zhi~ton~
"Zhi nm is so big, Zhi Zhi Zhi!"

Rohan would directly use a sword energy to split the big beetle in front of him in half, and the monster that had infringed the image rights of the crew next door also immediately became two halves, leaving only a pool of blood that was corroding the surrounding land.

And Rohan's attention did not stay too much on the corpses of these giant beasts. After all, the existence of the Mist Temple can slowly purify the corrosion around Grand City, which can be regarded as some small benefits brought by the system.

Compared to the already shabby giant beast, his eyes quickly locked onto a new target:
Those fleeing ratmen were defeated!
You must know that reality is not a game. In the game, due to map size and balance restrictions, the player's army cannot pursue those enemies who have escaped from the map boundary and collapsed.

But now, these rat short legs, who are exhausted from long-term battles, have no restrictions on the terrain at all. How could Rohan miss the opportunity to severely damage the enemy?
"If you offend the abbot and still want to leave, even if you don't die, you have to peel off my skin!"

Rohan's figure slowly landed on the ground, and then he took out a bright silver horn inlaid with strange runes from his waist, held it up, and then brought it to his mouth:

woohoo-

The sharp yet steady sound of the horn, like an eagle flying across the sky, spread throughout Gran City, immediately causing the fleeing rat people to fall into panic.

If the sound of the dark elf's horn is the wail of the soul, and the sound of the high elf's horn is a solemn war cry, then the horn in Rohan's hand is as heroic as the sunset, as if sighing for an ancient race due to the civil war. Tragic ending!

As a symbol of the Noldor elves' oath of submission, this war horn inherited from the Sindar elves contains the power to awaken fear in the hearts of the enemies. It is also the horn used by the Sindar elves to summon the Noldor elves.

As a subsidiary race of the Sindar elves, although the Noldor elves are full of hostility towards Rohan.

But as long as Rohan is treated as the Sindar elves who once ruled the Noldor elves, this result does not seem so unacceptable, right?
After all, they all serve others, so what is the difference between the Sindar elves and the dark elves?

As the sound of the horns gradually ceased, the battlefield seemed to fall into a brief silence, until a strange Noldor language suddenly came from behind the Skaven:

"For Aracle, for the Noldor!"

"***Noldo swear words!"

"Sinda! The white moon that lights up the dark night!"

……

I saw hundreds of Noldor nobles riding elven horses rushing out of the forest with rune compound bows in hand. At the same time, they took out a silver-plated armor-piercing arrow from the quiver and put it on the bow string, aiming it at the distance. Ratmen on the run.

These young Noldor nobles were wearing gorgeous full sets of rune plate armor and high-quality rune swords. The elven horses under their crotches were galloping like the breeze blowing on the plains, with afterimages flashing under their hooves.

Since the fertility rate of the Noldor elves is too low, Rohan had to choose to arm these Noldor nobles with the most luxurious protective equipment and weapons. Even the Silver Mist Guards did not have such luxury!

After all, compared to the medieval elves, the physical strength of these Noldor elves in the world of Pendor is far superior to the former, and their arm strength and endurance alone are at least half a percent higher.

And if this half of the power is converted into the range of the bow and arrow, then the improvement obtained is not 01:30 points:
Swish, swish, swish - the sharp silver-plated arrows easily penetrated the bodies of these rat men who lacked armor, and at the same time hit the second escaping rat man, causing a burst of blood among the rats.

Holes the size of bowls appeared on the bodies of the rat people, which made the already demoralized rat people unable to maintain even the most basic formation, and could only run around even more desperately.

With just the first shot, at least a thousand rat-men scurrying around turned into stinking pieces of meat and scattered on the ground, and were trampled into puddles of meat by the iron hooves of the Noldor who came after them!

"Hmm~ It seems that I have underestimated the role of cavalry on the battlefield before. Unexpectedly, these Noldor elves really gave me a big surprise."

Rohan looked with satisfaction at the ratmen below who were being divided, surrounded and hunted by the Noldor elves. These Noldor elves were simply born archers.

Especially with the blessing of Rohan equipping them with high-quality elf horses and rune equipment, they are able to exert far beyond ordinary power!
(Although most of these equipment are relics ripped from the corpses of their own people~)

I'm afraid even the horse archers of the Kingdom of Elion can't be as powerful as these Noldor elves, right?

Thinking of this, Rohan suddenly had the idea of ​​​​going to Ulthuan to see, so he couldn't help but fall into thinking:
"Speaking of which, how far is the war in Ulthuan? It's been almost a year and we still haven't asked Naggaroth for help. Do we have a great advantage now?"

——Ulthuan, Phoenix Gate
The Phoenix Gate is one of the five most important passes connecting the outer ring of Ulthuan to the inner ring. It is also an important military base located on the border between the Kingdom of Elion and the Kingdom of Avalon.

However, at this moment, this majestic fortress, which the high elves were proud to call 'never to be breached frontally', has its doors wide open, unable to stop the dark elves' army from attacking at all:
"The city gate has been breached, retreat quickly!"

"It's the Witch King! He is currently riding a black dragon standing on the city wall. Even the dragon prince Lisantiang has fallen with his dragon. Run away into the Forest of Mirrors to avoid those harpies!"

"The White Lion Guards of Charis have been wiped out!"

……

Facing the battlefield where "good news came frequently", the three thousand high elf warriors responsible for guarding the Phoenix Gate were unable to resist the fifty thousand dark elf army led by the Witch King himself, and they were completely defeated in less than a week.

Logically speaking, the high elves whose military strength far exceeds that of the dark elves should not have performed so badly at the beginning of the war. It can only be described as poor.

But there was no way, because the Chaos army allied with the dark elves landed in the northeastern region of Ulthuan before the dark elves, so the main force of the Phoenix Court was all fighting the Norscans in the Charis area.

Along with external troubles, there are also internal worries:

The once-sealed Keeper of Slaanesh Secrets - Nakari suddenly broke out of the seal for some unknown reason. At the same time, he summoned a large-scale Slaanesh army in the interior of Avalon, and was harvesting the souls of elves everywhere!

In this case, each kingdom is basically in a state of fighting on its own. Even the Kingdom of Yris, which is protected by the Lady of the Mist, has to face the Norscan war gangs who have broken through the maze.

Under such circumstances, how can the high elves still have the energy to support those fortresses that are fighting on their own?

On the wall of the Phoenix Gate, the black dragon Serifen, who had just experienced a bloody battle, was lying on the corpse of a silver moon dragon killed in the battle, feasting on it. The scars on his body were scabbing and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Sitting on its dragon saddle, His Majesty the Witch King, who was also slightly tired, was shaking off the blood on the blade of the sword, and then silently watched the dark elves wantonly torturing and abusing the captured high elves and murmured. :

"Ulthuan... is so missed!"

Frankly speaking, this war went much smoother than he expected, so much so that he couldn't help but wonder whether cooperating with the devil was really a mistake.

But this idea only flashed through his mind. As the heir of the first Phoenix King Aenarion, he knew very well that there was no possibility of coexistence between these demons and elves.

Recalling the uneasiness Nakari felt when he left after he opened the seal some time ago, His Majesty the Witch King silently shook his head.

The so-called cooperation is nothing more than using each other to get what they need!

Just when His Majesty the Witch King was about to order his army to continue the attack and prepare to capture Avalon as soon as possible and capture the Eternal Queen alive, a familiar fragrance suddenly came from behind him:

"Well done, my dear son, in reducing this place to ruins, we have completed our revenge!"

His Majesty the Witch King turned his head and saw Morathi wearing her almost naked armor and sitting on the saddle of a black pegasus flying towards him. At the same time, there was a look of pride on his face and he said:

"I have told you a long time ago that as long as you are willing to accept and use the power of Chaos and cooperate with the Keepers of Secrets, you can take back Ulthuan that belongs to you!"

"……Do not."

However, to Morathi's expectation, His Majesty the Witch King rejected her proposal without any hesitation. Then he turned his attention to the forest in the distance where screams were constantly coming out and said:

"This is just the beginning of the war. Now our army has just launched an attack on Osu Lai. Now is the time to expand the results of the war and at the same time prevent the threat of demons after the victory of the war."

"Victory is now within reach, so why would you choose to use the most difficult way to achieve it?"

"Anaheim still has [-] fresh troops resting and recuperating. Rohan and his army are now ready to go into battle. There is no need for me to rely on the power of the devil."

Faced with Morathi's doubts, His Majesty the Witch King just put the long sword back into the scabbard, then patted Seraphim's back under his crotch and prepared to go to the next battlefield.

He believed in Rohan's strength and army, and believed that the other party would never break the promise they made a hundred years ago.

However, for Moraes, who hates Rohan, his son trusts a despicable person. How can he place his hopes of victory on that kind of thing?
"Malekis, have you forgotten the prophecy that will lead to your death?"

However, it was a pity that Morathi's shouting only received the unhesitating look from His Majesty the Witch King, and the coveted looks from the surrounding dark elves towards her.

Seeing this situation, Morathi couldn't help but fell into silence for a while. Apparently she didn't expect that the other party would not even care about the prophecy of her own death. After a long time, she gritted her teeth and cursed in a low voice:
"Damn it, it seems I still need to personally take action to solve this scourge!"

(End of this chapter)