The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 444 Disagreements and Contradictions

"How is it, are you sure?"

Julian looked up nervously at the dragons that were diving at high speed in the sky, and then hurriedly asked the gunner next to him who was still adjusting the sight.

You must know that it is the legendary Shining Star Dragon that is as powerful as the Chaos Demon. Even His Majesty the Witch King's mount, the black dragon Serifan, cannot compete with such a powerful Shining Star in Ulthuan. The dragon is against it!

If his plan not only fails to succeed, but completely angers Yao Xinglong, then what awaits the dark elves will be a massacre!

"Maybe it's possible, maybe it's not possible. These cannons are ready to fire. Now we only have Kane to bless us whether we can accomplish this feat."

Facing Julian's inquiry, the gunner who was originally a staunch believer now pretended to become a materialistic warrior, constantly shouting about the difference in accuracy between smoothbore cannons and rifled cannons.

This is not because they are unwilling to admit that their artillery skills are low. In fact, even they cannot guarantee the success of this sneak attack.

"I don't care about so much anymore. I have only one order for you now, and that is to smash the cannonballs into the scales of those giant dragons, otherwise all of us dark elves will be finished!"

Faced with this military knowledge that he had never understood before, Julian was said to be so overwhelmed that after giving the death order, he simply left the artillery position with his weapons and fled towards the chaotic camp.

He was going to lead his army to defend against the carbine attacks that the evacuating high elves might have, and he was also prepared to leave at any time before the worst happened.

slam-la-

In the sky at this moment, the scream of wings cutting through the air began to spread throughout the entire battlefield. The manticore carrying the trainer was flapping its wings desperately and flying towards the encirclement.

And behind him, there were more than a dozen giant dragons following closely behind him!

At this moment, the leading death fang has opened its huge mouth, and its dark green mouth seems to be ready to spit out poisonous breath at any time, swallowing up the manticore in front of it that has become a plaything.

"You can't escape, poor thing!"

Roar--

Under Assanil's rather arrogant soliloquy command, the death fangs, who knew the rider's character well, opened their mouths and bit the manticore, preparing for a long-lost delicacy from the chaotic creature.

However, at this moment, Assaniel and the other riders did not notice at all that the gunner on the ground was carefully adjusting the muzzle of the black hole to aim at them!
Aiming at such a close range does not even require advance measurement. You only need to light up your glasses to shoot an iron cannonball straight towards the giant dragon in the distance.

"Fire!"

boom boom-

Following the gunner's order, more than a dozen artillery pieces instantly emitted bursts of roar that were less than thunderous, and then they saw rounded shells flying toward the Dragon Princes in the distance with black smoke in their hands.

Unfortunately, the Manticore also appears to be within range of the artillery shells:

"Damn it! Damn it! Are those guys ready to deal with me together?"

When the sound of artillery firing came from a distance, the trainer was so frightened that he hurriedly leaned down and buried his head in the manticore's thick fur, while constantly praying to various elven gods for his safety.

Perhaps it was because the manticore's size was indeed difficult to be hit by cannonballs, so all those cannonballs flew past the manticore's scalp and flew towards the death fangs that opened its mouth behind it.

Now Death Fang is in bad luck:

Ow—

As the cannonballs flew in the direction of the dragons, the death fangs let out a painful scream, and then hurriedly pulled up and spit out a few sharp teeth that were shattered by the cannonballs.

Compared to the huge body of Death Fang, which is hundreds of meters long, these cannonballs with a diameter of only about [-] centimeters are like BB bullets flying towards the head, so it is difficult to cause more serious damage.

But if the tooth is hit by an iron BB bullet, then the situation is completely different!
"Death Fang, how are you? Where are you injured?"

Since he was unable to witness the moment when the cannonballs flew into Death Fang's mouth, Assanil thought that the opponent was hit by those artillery pieces and lost control, so he hurriedly pulled the reins to check the situation.

The reason why he can be so carefree and domineering is precisely because Death Fang is one of the most powerful star dragons in Ulthuan, so he is so arrogant when facing Tyrion.

After all, for the Caledor Dragon Prince, the dragon can not only bring about earth-shaking changes in strength, but is also a symbol of their status and political capital.

If something unexpected happened to Death Fang, then just the thought of Tyrion's revenge would be enough to kill him!
After carefully observing the injuries of Death Fang, Assanil quickly calmed down from the initial panic, and then looked at the loading of ammunition on the ground in the distance with hatred.

"What's going on? These weapons should be the legendary gunpowder weapons mastered by Luo Han. I didn't expect them to be powerful enough to penetrate dragon scales?"

He had just roughly inspected Death Fang's injuries and found that the power of those shells seemed to be far more powerful than he imagined:
The iron cannonball not only successfully shattered several incisors of the Death Fang, but also left several dents with blood stains on the dragon scales on its chest. Apparently, it had successfully penetrated the Yao Xing Dragon's dragon scales. scale.

Of course, for Yao Xinglong, this kind of injury is just like a slight scratch, but even so, it is enough to slap Assanil in the face, who has always been bragging about dragon battles.

What's more, although Yao Xinglong blocked many shells with his running body, the losses they caused were far less than these:
"Assanil, one of our Silver Moon Dragons was hit in the chest and seems to be dying. Should we evacuate the battlefield?"

"Evacuate? Are you kidding me? Are we just going to watch the culprit get away with it? Those artillery must be mastered!"

"But……?"

"There is nothing good to do. We must at least destroy those artillery pieces to avoid this happening again in the next battle!" Seeing that Assaniel has made up his mind to completely eradicate those artillery pieces, the other Silver Moon Dragon Princes are also not good at it. They didn't say anything more, but they all joined in this holy war.

The gunners were equally frightened. The giant dragon flying in the distance cast a cloud of fear on them like a deadly wing of death. Then they hurriedly shouted to the gunners who were loading:
"It's a risk to your life, hurry up and reload, we must not let those giant dragons come over!"

"Where are the cone-headed bullets? Go and prepare the armor-piercing cone-headed bullets!"

"We need more firepower to cover us for the fireworks. Where did that guy Julian go? Can't he prepare some Reaper ballistas for us to coordinate the operation?

……

All kinds of panic and curses once again filled the dark elves' camp. Seeing those giant [-]-meter shadows using their wings in the morning sun, they were so frightened that they hurriedly prepared weapons to fight back.

Repeating crossbows, throwing spears, muskets, bows and arrows...

All kinds of weapons began to fly in the direction of Assanil. However, Yao Xinglong just flapped his wings and blew up a gust of wind. Even these weapons could not penetrate his dragon scales.

The other Silver Moon Dragons are not to be outdone. Although their strength is much weaker than that of the adult Yao Xing Dragon, they can still cause extremely serious damage to the dark elves!
Assanil sat on the dragon saddle and felt the death fangs under his crotch still twitching in pain due to the forced tooth extraction, but he could also feel the anger in the other party's heart.

Under the guidance of Assanil, the death fangs once again opened his bloody mouth without fangs, allowing the dark green dragon flames to cover less than half of the hardness l along with the strong wind fanned by the wings. .
"Let the dragon flames burn everything!"

Roar--

The corrosive and highly toxic solution was instantly sprayed out of the Death Fang's mouth. Although the mouth was somewhat bifurcated due to the lack of teeth, it allowed the dragon flames to spread farther and wider.

This time, neither Assanil nor the Death Fang had any intention of stopping. The venom created by magic poured out of the glands like it was free of charge, enough to make even the strongest elves wail in pain:
"Stop tinkering with those artillery pieces. We must seize the time and immediately escape to the relatively safe southern area. Julian is organizing troops there for evacuation and a second round of counterattack!"

A dark elf who was trying to purify the air through his rune armor was loudly informing the fleeing elves around him, but the bodies falling to the ground one after another gave him no chance to continue the notification.

puff puff~
Tens of thousands of elven corpses were lying in the camp that was filled with light green smoke. The ground was littered with ferocious-looking dark elven corpses. It was not difficult to see the pain they suffered during their lives from their faces.

"Yes... Although the loss of a Silver Moon Dragon Prince is really too serious, we still haven't lost the Dragon Prince's face enough... Take these damn artillery away, we must study carefully what the Dark Elves now have weapons."

And Assanil seemed to have regained the confidence of the Caledor dragon prince in the past. He stared with satisfaction at the fleeing dark elves in the distance, and then signaled Death Fang to grab two cannons and led the dragon. The princes retreated from the battlefield.

Although he is arrogant, he is not pedantic!
Although he had looked down upon these cannons before, thinking that they were just toys for dwarves in war, when these cannons were actually able to severely damage a Silver Moon Dragon, he realized how terrifying it was. a weapon.

You must know that although the Silver Moon Dragon is far less powerful than the Yaoxing Dragon in terms of strength, it is almost the same in terms of the toughness of the dragon scales. The only thing lacking is the nourishment and strengthening of the dragon scales by magic.

What's more, the level difference between Silver Moon Dragon and Black Dragon is actually not much. Since these artillery cannons can severely damage or even kill Silver Moon Dragon, can they also learn from Druchi's skills to control Druchi?
"No matter what, I just hope that the Phoenix Royal Court can research and imitate weapons like this as soon as possible. We can't be passively beaten all the time..."

Assanil looked down at the two cannons held in the claws of Death Fang, and couldn't help but reveal a hint of fear in his heart.

Now that the Witch King's troops have begun to equip a large number of this kind of artillery that can pose a serious threat to the Dragon Prince, then how powerful will the firepower of Rohan's army that is facing the Kingdom of Caledor be?

I just hope it's not too late.

Tsk, when he thought about going back and having to deal with Tyrion's superior who didn't get along with him, Assanil suddenly felt that he had been having bad luck too frequently during this period.

——Tal Fennu

"Princes of Caledor, now I question you as the president of the War Council, why did you not appear where you were supposed to be in time during last night's night attack?"

Sure enough, almost as soon as Assanil returned to Tal Fennu, Tyrion immediately summoned all the dragon princes to attend his 'struggle meeting'. Sitting on the stage and gesticulating made him bored.

If it hadn't been for the rescue of the dragon princes, you would have been locked up in the lair of the dark elves and suffered endless torture, and even your soul might have fallen into the hands of Slaanesh.

In this case, what qualifications do you have to accuse the dragon princes of their minor faults?
"My dear Speaker, I think you haven't noticed a quite serious problem, that is, the reckless attack you launched last night caused us to lose nearly 3000 brave soldiers, which is almost a tenth of our number. One force!"

Assanil was obviously also a bad-tempered man. He didn't care at all about Tyrion's increasingly gloomy face, but directly poked at the pain point in his heart:
"As for what you gained, it seems that only about [-] dark elves were successfully attacked by you in the first round of offensive, and then they fell into an endless siege, right?"

"That's your responsibility! If it weren't for your failure to follow my plan, how could we have suffered such losses?!"

"Haha, after you left, our Dragon Prince of Caledo caused tens of thousands of painful blows to the dark elves, and then brought back the dark elves' vital gunpowder weapons..."

"And you lost a dragon because of this, which is simply stupid!"

"Tyrion, I hope you better know what you're talking about!"

……

In the hall, the two noble elf princes were completely at odds at this moment. They were like shrews on the street, constantly cursing and insulting each other's faults in the battle, without any taboos against each other.

Tyrion believed that the so-called gunpowder weapons were not worth exchanging for a Silver Moon Dragon; while Assanilze ridiculed the other party as a reckless man who did not understand the overall situation and could not even defeat the Witch King's adjutant.

After a moment of quarreling, Assanil's words made Tyrion so angry that he drew his sword on the spot:

"You are a guy who can't even protect your younger brother. Why should you protect Ulthuan? Is it because of your recklessness and ignorance of strategy in the war?"

(End of this chapter)