The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 424: Hard Battle with Tyron Locke
"Aim at the sky, hold still... hold still!"

All the hundreds of Eagle Claw ballistas placed on the top of the turrets have been equipped with scattering projectiles. Dozens of sharp short-edged projectiles are reflecting a faint cold light under the sunlight, aiming at the sky across the sky. 'Meteor'.

Whether they were experienced mid-level loyal officers or the lowest-level militia spearmen, they all nervously clenched the weapons in their hands and looked at the sky with a slightly uneasy expression.

They have never seen this strange flying iron lump, but their intuition tells them that this unknown flying object from the Dark Elf Ark is definitely not a good thing!

Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

With the unique whistling sound of lava storm rockets gradually resounding throughout the city, the gunners also realized that it would be too late if they did not intercept, so they shouted decisively:
"emission!"

Peng——

Short and powerful crossbow bolts flew out from the honeycomb-shaped launcher in an instant, and dense projectiles poured into the sky like raindrops, covering the rockets that were about to fall into the city.

This was not over yet. I saw an elf mage on the magic tower also holding a staff and starting to cast spells. Copper-yellow magical winds began to surround him. Then he raised his staff and pointed it at the sky and shouted:
"[Metal System·Feather of Lead]!"

The brass-colored magic wind instantly covered the scattered projectiles in the sky, and the flight speed of each crossbow bolt immediately became as fast as a swooping phoenix, rushing towards the rockets that were about to land.

Plume of Lead is an auxiliary spell in metal magic. The caster can make the weight of objects become as light as feathers. It is often used by metal mages to increase the range of cannonballs and arrows.

boom boom-

The overwhelming scattering projectiles soon collided with the roaring rockets, and dazzling 'little suns' exploded over Tal Anlock in an instant, followed by a shock wave visible to the naked eye. Spread around!
The white flames formed due to the high temperature violently hit Tal Anlock's magic barrier, and magic ripples quickly spread across the magic barrier like waves on the water.

slam-la-

In the blink of an eye, all the lava storm rockets in the sky were destroyed by the dense scattering projectiles of the Eagle Claw Ballista, leaving only some rocket debris slowly floating into the defensive barrier.

However, when they saw dozens of giant fireballs exploding in the air, the expressions of each high elf did not calm down due to the successful interception. Instead, they all showed a look of panic.

Because the second round of rockets came again:
"This is a super-range weapon similar to the dwarf lava cannon. Everyone, please hurry up and load it. We must not let them fall into the city!"

"That's too late!"

"You guys hide quickly, I'll try to block them as much as possible, [Metal Alha's Silver Arrow]!"

The metal mage on the magic tower also realized the seriousness of the problem. He threw dozens of Yselama silver beads placed next to him into the sky, and then began to squeeze them dry through the magic tower. The wind of magic in the air around you.

Light blue runes gradually lit up from the mage tower, and the silver beads that were thrown in the air began to deform as if they were being smelted by high temperatures, and eventually turned into dozens of sharp magic silver arrows!
In less than 2 minutes, beads of sweat the size of soybeans began to drip from the side of the young mage's cheek, and the hand holding the staff was trembling.

"go with!"

Two consecutive uninterrupted spellcastings had obviously reached the limit of the young mage's mental power, but he still gritted his teeth and began to control the silver arrows to fly into the sky in an attempt to destroy those rockets.

brush brush --

Under the control of the young mage, the magic silver arrows immediately turned into streaks of white light and flew into the air. The lonely figure standing on the magic tower touched the heartstrings of thousands of elves.

At this moment, he seemed to be the hero who saved the Kingdom of Tyranloc!

However, it is a pity that there is a death-type master hidden on the battlefield today who is ranked among the top five in the medieval world. How could she, who has been waiting for so long, watch him steal the show?
Just when the high elf mage was looking at the sky with all his concentration, a female voice full of charm and charm suddenly sounded in his mind:
"[Death Spasm]~"

Before the high elf mage could react, an imperceptible black sphere suddenly tore a huge crack in Tal Anlock's magic barrier, and then shot straight towards him!
The young mage had no chance to fight back, and the muscles all over his body began to twitch uncontrollably, causing him to drop his staff and let out a painful cry.

He didn't understand why the strong city defense barrier in the past could not withstand this small magic ball, but he still tried his best to resist the attack of this terrible black magic:
“Uh ah ah—[Sparkling Robe]!”

The copper-yellow magical wind quickly gathered towards himself from all parts of his body, and the back of the young mage could be seen in a gorgeous robe covered with glittering scales, firmly guarding his delicate and fragile body.

Although this behavior caused all the magic silver arrows flying in the air to fall out of control, he could no longer care about that much at the moment.

As the most practical low-level magic among metal magics, the Shining Robe can make the body of the caster and his teammates invulnerable, and even magical flames and arrows cannot damage them at all.

Almost every elven soldier from Ulthuan would be happy to fight alongside a metal mage. After all, who can refuse a powerful mage who can make the weapons and shields in your hands sharper and thicker at any time?
But obviously, this gorgeous golden cloak was quickly shattered by a black magic line, and then continued to torture the poor young mage:

"Uh ah ah... Hurry and hide...!"

boom--

Accompanied by the young mage's desperate warning, a small sun like a solar flare exploded in the sky above Tal Anlek. Also exploded was the mentality of the high elves who were previously full of confidence.

Compared with the previous shock wave that was weakened by the magic barrier over the city, this time the rocket exploded directly into the city, directly blowing a large area of ​​​​houses into ruins of flaming embers!
boom--

More and more rockets began to pass through Tal Anlek's magic barrier, and small mushroom clouds began to spread throughout the city, eventually forming a large out-of-control wildfire.

Hundreds of militiamen and helpless citizens hiding in houses all died on the spot in this terrible catastrophe. The dark red marble streets were like melting magma, which kept the elves away.

These flames seemed to be like the 'Kane's Fury' that could burn everything in the world. Just a few sparks attached to the clothes would quickly burn the flesh and blood of the unlucky guy into a burning hole!

The elves who hid in the secret passage and did not die on the spot were even worse. They thought they could escape with luck, but they did not know that the burning of these white flames quickly consumed all the oxygen in the surrounding air.Before long, the number of high elves who died in the second round of bombing reached thousands. Most of them were unable to resist due to subsequent fires and suffocation, and could only watch themselves die in pain.

Lava storm, so terrifying!
"Are you kidding? How could those damn dark elves have such terrifying weapons?"

"Please, can you go in and save my family? They might still be alive!"

"The temperature on the ground is too high. I'm sorry that we can't go in for search and rescue..."

"Where is the mage? Can the mage save me?"

"The mage tower has been blown down!"

……

The brutal bombing and the loss of the bodies of relatives and friends stimulated many militiamen to cry out in pain, and a pessimistic mood quickly spread among the militiamen.

This is not because they lack the faith and training to hone their will, but because most of their families stay in the city!
As the outer ring of Ulthuan was attacked by the Dark Elves and the Norscans, and the inner ring was overrun with demons due to the appearance of the Keepers of Slaanesh, there was no safe place in Ulthuan today.

In this case, their family can only stay in Tyran Locke, so facing such a tragic situation, it is inevitable that they will feel sad.

Compared with the militia, the training level and morale of the Tyranlock standing army are much better:
"Hurry up and put out the fire. There is a Druchi army outside the city ready to attack at any time. Don't let the fire spread!"

At this moment, beside the city wall, several arrow towers that originally stood nearby were also damaged to varying degrees, causing the high elf guard captain who was still confident before to hurriedly start commanding the defenders to put out the fire.

He knew very well that Aixialion's Eastern Expeditionary Army had already set up a battle outside the city, and the opponent would not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to attack.

There is no time to grieve. Only by seizing this precious free time to restore more arrow towers to use can we reduce casualties in the next battle!
woohoo-

Sure enough, while the defenders on the city wall were taking the time to repair the damaged arrow towers, the dark elves in the distance had already sounded the horn of attack.

I saw Asharion sitting on his mount Cold Lizard holding a shield and a rune warhammer. His slightly dull eyes looked at Tal Anlok who was billowing black smoke and exclaimed:
"So this is what the signal fireworks mean? It's indeed very obvious...the whole army attacks!"

After receiving Aixalion's order, several giant siege vehicles at the front of the battle formation immediately began to move, and among them, several slave masters were waving their whips wildly and yelling:

"Hurry up, move faster, you fat, useless beasts!"

Several ogres and trolls with slave collars around their necks are constantly pushing the siege vehicle forward. Even though their size and muscles are several times that of this pointed-eared bean sprout, their eyes only show fear.

The irony is that they can obviously reach out and strangle this mighty bean sprout at any time, but at this moment they just obey each other's orders.

The slavery system inherited by the dark elves for thousands of years has naturally spawned a lot of efficient slave taming methods. Taming these large creatures with certain intelligence is naturally a piece of cake!

And more dark elves, under the command of Aixalion, with long swords and hooks, stared at the rain of arrows approaching the city wall while trying to put these tough siege equipment on the city wall.

Just a few days were obviously not enough for them to build a large ladder truck that could connect to the city wall, but the elves' light physique was enough for them to use the simplest equipment to climb the city wall!
In the tower of the city wall, the guard captain was commanding the Eagle Claw Ballista to replace the heavy armor-piercing projectiles while he sincerely asked the flame mage in red robe next to him:

"Lord Gemesen, can you please use sacred fire magic to destroy the approaching siege engines? They pose too great a threat to the city gate."

"I'm afraid it's difficult. There is probably a high-level sorceress hidden among these dark elves who is good at mobilizing the wind of magic. I can feel that other winds of magic around me are becoming increasingly rare. Only the death-type Zifeng Shaxu is becoming more and more rare. Intense..."

The flame mage is obviously an experienced old warrior. Compared with the previous young mage, he can keenly sense the flow of the wind of magic with his physical body and detect the tricks in it.

Logically speaking, with the fighting and death reading on the battlefield, Zifeng Shaxu may indeed be strengthened to a certain extent.

But the eight winds of magic originally came from the same source, but now they are tilting and transforming towards the wind of death at the same time, which is enough to illustrate the seriousness of the situation.

Thinking of this, the face of the flame mage Gemesen showed a hint of imperceptible uneasiness and worry, but in the end it was not shown on his face in order to stabilize the morale of the army.

Based on the information he has consulted over the years, there are only three dark magicians in history who can forcibly change the wind of magic, and one of them has been sealed in the underworld for many years.

As for the other two, they are members of the same family!

"No matter who comes, I'm afraid Tar Anlok will not escape bad luck this time..."

When he thought that he was about to face a legendary figure, Gemesen couldn't help but sigh deeply. After a moment of silence, a bright fire gradually appeared in his eyes.

So what if the opponent is really her?

The Flame Wind Aksha is inherently reckless and courageous, as well as the embodiment of violent emotional fluctuations, so as the person who caused the incident, he naturally inherited these elements!
"Death does scare us, but the heat of the flame will eventually dispel the darkness in our hearts. Even in difficult and desperate situations, there will eventually be a ray of light, [Fire Element·Fire Wings·Lava Storm]!"

Under the astonished gazes of the surrounding high elves, a crimson flame wing suddenly flew from the back of the old mage, and then fanned a blazing wind and flew towards the siege vehicle in the distance!

　PS: I have been too busy since school started recently, so please forgive me if I am not in good condition.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)