The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 441
At night, the silent skies above Ulthuan continue to echo with the screams of griffins in the distant mountains and the terrifying snores of dragons as they fall into a deep sleep, providing the best lullaby for the dark elves.

Since His Majesty the Witch King has decided to officially launch an attack on the small fortress of Tal Fennu starting tomorrow, most of the dark elves have fallen asleep early, preparing to recharge their batteries and build up their strength.

Even the night guards on the camp tower who were responsible for standing guard were mostly indulging in chatting with each other, leaving only their other ear to pay attention to the goings-on around them.

The peaceful nights for many days had reduced their vigilance, and they did not believe that the absolutely inferior high elves would have the courage to launch an attack.

"I heard that Rohan in the west has led the Eastern Expeditionary Army to conquer the entire territory of Tyron Locke and Elion. I believe it won't be long before the army arrives in Lothern, right?"

"It's so fast. Didn't they stop and carefully clean the treasures left on the battlefield? Those are really valuable treasures."

"Baby? It seems that they have special logistics troops to clean the battlefield and collect relics. I don't know why they are not worried that their trophies will be taken away by those so-called logistics troops?"

"It seems they also have special retirement compensation and war injury compensation. I really envy these benefits!"

"In contrast, I would rather know the current situation of the Eternal Queen of the High Elves. I also wonder whether Rohan will tie the Eternal Queen to the scaffolding and show it to the public so that the soldiers can have a taste of it?"

"Hoho~ You are so bad, I like it so much~"

……

Many dark elves were chatting in low voices. They kept talking to each other about anecdotes about their experiences on the battlefield. This was one of the few ways they could pass the time in this era of scarce supplies.

Such a lightly defended camp was simply a gift for the high elves to carry out night attacks, and Tyrion especially believed that this was an opportunity given by Asuryan to them to meet in a narrow road and the brave would win.

Located somewhere in the shadows of the dark elf camp, Tyrion was holding the Sun Sword wrapped in coarse cloth and carefully watching the Druchi sentry changing the guard in the distance, while muttering to himself:

"What a wonderful night, I just don't know how many of these useless guys will be able to stand up intact after tonight..."

Under his encouragement and coercion, most of the elven princes finally agreed to participate in his night attack plan and put their armies under Tyrion's command.

In addition to the dragon princes from the Kingdom of Caledor who are still waiting for the change in the battle situation in the castle, at least more than [-] high elf warriors will launch a general attack!

Thinking of this, Tyrion quietly began to remove the cloth wrapped around the Yanyang Sword, and then fiercely raised the Yanyang Sword, which emitted a pillar of fire that soared into the sky, and shouted:

"Attack, for Ulthuan!"

In order to ensure the suddenness of the night attack, all high elven warriors in Tyrion need to cover their armor with dark clothes, and even the noble Aenarion dragon armor on his body has to be temporarily covered in dust.

At the same time, the heaven mage who accompanied the army was also using magic to suppress the sound of the army's movement as much as possible. This gave them the opportunity to compress the charging distance to within a thousand meters!
Don’t underestimate the sprint distance of up to a thousand meters. Perhaps for humans, this heavy sprint distance is enough to make them breathless, but for elves, it is just right:

"Enemy attack! Don't sleep, the high elves are launching an attack!"

Of course, although most of the dark elf sentries were half-awake and resting on their weapons, there were still some elf warriors who were loyal to their duties and noticed the high elves approaching quickly in the distance.

One of the black guards slapped the fearful spearman next to him who was still confused to cheer him up, and then immediately took out his bugle and blew it fiercely in his mouth.

Woo rumbling——

Accompanied by bursts of thunderous low sounds coming from the horizon, the bugles of the Black Guard merged with the real thunder, making half of the sky as bright as day in an instant!
I saw a huge ball of lightning instantly thrown out from the staff of the female mage, and then fiercely bombarded the closed door at the entrance of the dark elf military camp, directly blasting open several huge holes that were large enough for people to pass through. gap!
That was the heavenly mage of the high elf casting the mid-level magic - [Urenor Lightning Bolt]!
Seeing that the gate of the military camp has been breached, at the same time, hundreds of Charis guards wearing white lion robes are marching towards the military camp together with Tyrion. The black guards responsible for guarding the city gate can only Helplessly shouted:
"The gate has been breached, retreat! We need to regroup our troops!"

The gate of the military camp was destroyed. As the person responsible for guarding the sentry tower, he must bear this responsibility. If he was just killed by the Witch King, it would be a relatively peaceful ending.

The only hope for survival now is to gather as many defenders as possible to hold back these invading high elves, and at the same time pray that His Majesty the Witch King will spare his life for this merit.

It's a pity that Tyrion would let him go so easily. He recognized the identity of the black guard at a glance as the commander of the defenders present, so he roared towards the opponent and killed him:
"Where to run!"

Before the black guard could react, he noticed from the corner of his eye that a fiery red sword energy was striking at him at an undetectable and terrifying speed, so he could only hastily wave his halberd to fight.

Kacha~
How could an ordinary fine steel halberd be able to withstand the Yanyang Sword that killed countless Chaos Demons? The halberd was split into two pieces by the Yanyang Sword with just one strike. The black guard was so frightened that he could only drop the broken halberd and pull it out. The sword retreated.

The fight in just a few rounds passed in the blink of an eye. Tyrion immediately realized that the black guard in front of him did not seem to be that simple, so he took the initiative to withdraw and start looking for the opponent's flaws.

Don't get me wrong, he is Tyrion. The so-called "not simple" is just from "killing with one hit" to needing to use silky small combos to complete the kill.

In the view of the arrogant Tyrion, perhaps in the entire dark elf army, only the Witch King is qualified to fight with him.

On the other hand, the Black Guard, after he had successfully reached a safe distance, he carefully looked at the flaming sword in front of him that was about to light up the entire night sky like the sun, and then couldn't help but exclaimed:

"This is... Yanyang Sword?!"

"If you are discerning, it would be an honor for you to die under the sword of the Sun of a descendant of Aenarion, so please die obediently!"

"Stop talking nonsense, if you want my life, take it with your own hands!"

Looking at the elf prince who looked like a miniature version of Aenarion in front of him, the Black Guard only felt a faint bitter taste in his mouth, and at the same time glanced at the surrounding battlefield:

There were very few defenders who were originally responsible for guarding the gate of the military camp. The white lion guards of Charis who had just ended the war in their hometown could easily split the dark elves who tried to block them into two with their shields just like their lumberjack ancestors. Half;

And several Heth Sword Masters waved their long swords into powerful storms, and brutally but efficiently began to slaughter the dark elves in the military camp who had not yet had time to wear armor;
And at the gap in the gate of the military camp, thousands of high elf warriors poured into the camp like a tide, and slaughtered all the dark elves who had just woken up from their sleep!
Perhaps the only good thing is that the number of high elves' invading troops does not seem to be large this time, and there is also a lack of dragon raids that can cause large-scale damage, so the damage caused is not serious.

"It's not good... it's very bad..." After confirming that the current battle situation was one-sided, the black guard stood up decisively and took a deep breath, and then under Tyrion's vigilant gaze... …Ran away.

Ran away? ? ?
"Come back here, this dishonorless Druchi, don't you even have the courage to face me!"

"Ha ha."

However, facing Tyrion's angry ridicule, the black guard had no intention of turning back. Instead, he accelerated the pace under his legs and ran towards the center of the distant military camp at a faster speed.

Are you kidding? Since he has confirmed that he is not the opponent's opponent, why does he stay and wait to die?
Luo Han once taught them, "If you keep the green hills, you won't be afraid of running out of firewood." Why should he stay and fight against a guy he is destined to be unable to defeat?
Seeing that the black guards in the distance had gradually disappeared from his sight, Tyrion could only angrily take a war horse from the adjutant's hand and mount it, and then kill towards Druch who was gathering in the distance:
"Speed ​​up the attack immediately, don't give them a chance to react, and try to kill more enemies before the evil Witch King arrives!"

Tyrion knew that due to the personal disputes between Assanil of Caledor and his dragon princes, they would likely lack support from the sky for this battle.

In this case, the only way to win a tragic victory is to create as much chaos as possible in the Dark Elf military camp so that the Witch King cannot organize a large-scale counterattack.

Yes, a miserable victory!

Facing the dark elves with dozens of times the strength advantage, even Tyrion, no matter how arrogant and arrogant he is, knows that it is impossible for them to achieve an epic victory alone.

Being able to severely damage the Witch King's army through sneak attacks, and then using defensive and guerrilla tactics to push back Rohan's army in Lothern, this is currently the best tactic he can think of with his military acumen.

"Fighters of Ulthuan, attack with me!"

"For Ulthuan!"

The Yanyang Sword was emitting a scorching halo, and Tyrion, who was wearing dragon armor, moved forward bravely like the most eye-catching sun in the night, leading his elite soldiers to continue to kill deep into the military camp.

Most of the dark elves who woke up from their sleep were not wearing armor. Even the individual heavily armed Druch soldiers could only fight on their own, unable to organize an effective counterattack at all.

The Assur warriors, headed by the Charis White Lion Guard, are forming small intersecting teams, like hunting lions, constantly encircling and suppressing the dark elves who are trying to fight back.

But even so, a huge military camp that can accommodate hundreds of thousands of dark elves cannot be covered by more than ten thousand high elves, let alone the elite troops stationed inside the military camp to protect the Witch King:
"Be careful, it's the Black Guard of Naggarond!"

"Your Majesty Asuryan, those war hydras and manticores have woken up early. We arrived too late!"

"Tyrion, our advance is so fast that we are out of touch with the follow-up troops. We must find a way to break out!"

……

When Tyrion finally arrived at the outskirts of His Majesty the Witch King's camp, the guards around him kept telling him more and more bad news, which made him hurriedly raise his head and look around:

Hundreds of Nagarond black guards armed with steel halberds and serrated shields have now divided their team. At the same time, more and more gloomy swordsmen are surrounding them, and their situation is in danger!
Although the combat effectiveness of these gloomy swordsmen was far inferior to that of the White Lion Guard and Lothern Sea Guard around him, the terrifying black numbers still made Tyrion gradually wake up, and then he hurriedly shouted:
"Take me as the leader to form a circular formation and slowly advance towards the place where we were first invited. At the same time, I also ask all the mages to use their magic immediately to repel all these damn dark elves!"

"Leave it to us, Lord Tyrion!"

The high elf mages accompanying the army were also covered in blood. After receiving Tyrion's order, they began to activate the winds of magic around them, and various streams of light began to light up on their staffs.

"The sky listens to my call, [Storm Technique], [Cassadora Comet]!"

"Bless me, Aksha! [Doomsday Flame]!"

"Gure, bring the call of the beast! [Feast for Crows], [Katang Transformation]!"

……

As the mages began to chant, all kinds of magic began to cover the entire battlefield in an instant. Even the dark elves who were prohibited from learning and using magic could feel a dryness in the air. .

That's a sign that the magical wind is being crazily exploited!

Since they are prohibited from learning and using magic, most of the Dark Elf warriors are extremely unfamiliar with magic and can only blindly raise their shields and stare at the surrounding environment.

But soon they will understand that in the face of magic, any defense is just child's play:
boom--

The overwhelming flying sand and rocks and the raging fire rose from the ground almost instantly. The crows flying in the sky instantly covered hundreds of dark elves and began to continuously peck at the eyeballs in the helmets!
"Ahhh, my eyes!"

"Look for water quickly. There is no way to extinguish these flames. Who will save me?!"

"Where do these crows come from and why are there so many of them?"

……

The strangeness and fear of magic immediately filled the hearts of the dark elves, and the shield wall that originally surrounded Tyrion instantly collapsed and turned into loose formations.

"What a great opportunity, everyone rush out!"

Looking at the self-defeating shield wall, Tyrion's face immediately showed a look of joy. However, just as he was about to lead his army to leave, a familiar voice suddenly came from not far away, which made him subconsciously stopped:

"Where are you going, my friend?"

(End of this chapter)