The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 447 Fighting and Sacrifice

"It's this kind of long-range weapon that has no glory at all. Don't these elves who always think highly of themselves even have the courage to fight me!"

In the forest outside Hal Kadra, a champion warrior wearing Khorne rune armor was angrily looking at the artillery on the city wall and cursing.

As a warband of fanatics from the northern wasteland, although these Norscan warriors who have been given the runes of Khorne are able to fight to the death with the elves in melee mincing meat, they also lack long-range weapons.

After all, in the eyes of the God of War and Glory, both bows and arrows and magic are extremely despicable and unworthy methods. There is simply no beauty in war at all!

The few long-range weapons that can be used are javelins and throwing axes that are thrown purely by brute force, but they are obviously not enough when facing a huge stone wall that is more than ten meters high.

As for long-range units such as Demon Skull Cannon and Soul Grinder that can carry out ultra-long-range bombardment...

If his subordinates could master such a powerful demonic engine, he would have already become the Chaos Warlord who unified the entire northern wasteland. How could he still be a mere champion warrior?

Looking at the Norscan warriors falling down in the far corner like wheat being cut, the champion warrior shook his ax fiercely and shouted:
"Goremon attacks, smash open that damn city gate, and let those pointed ears taste the horror of blood grinding!"

Roar--

Accompanied by waves of low roars, dozens of steel beasts, as strong as an enlarged version of the silverback gorilla, began to charge towards the distant city gate, knocking away the friendly troops in front of them without any scruples.

These once docile, burly creatures were nothing to fear as banana-eating beasts, but things began to take a turn for the worse when they were corrupted by Chaos and began to gradually become bloodthirsty and violent:
ooh ooh-

I saw these gorillas, covered with spikes and thick armor, slamming their fists at the thick city gate. The powerful force even slightly deformed the iron gate!
Although compared to the steel bulls of Khorne produced in the Chaos Wasteland, these mutated behemoths are much inferior in terms of brute force and intelligence, but they are better than having to worry about casualties.

Duang~Duang~Duang~
"Hold your position and hold the shield wall just like I taught you before. Only in this way can we avoid letting those monsters enter the city!"

Located in the urn city of Hal Kadra, hundreds of fear spearmen who formed the shield wall were nervously looking at the city gate that kept making strange noises in front of them, while leveling the serrated spears in their hands.

If the bar needs to be sorted according to traditional concepts rather than the game level order, then as dark elf recruits recruited from other regions on a temporary basis, they are undoubtedly not qualified:

Due to lack of training, these Dread Spearmen, who were originally refugees and light infantry, were obviously not prepared to deal with Khorne's heavy infantry. Their unreliable performance even made Morena very dissatisfied.

After chanting the low-level fireball technique with magic and burning a group of shirtless berserkers with howls, Morena ordered the soldiers in Wengcheng to immediately start pouring hot oil with great precision:
"It seems that we need to purchase new city gates again... Hey, you all guard the defense line for me and don't look unreliable!"

"Yes...it's Your Excellency Morena!"

Hearing Morena's scolding, the vanguard troops who were still retreating due to the battle with the Gormon couldn't help but stop one after another, and then gritted their teeth and tried to resist the monster behind them.

Although fear was always filling their hearts, thanks to the fact that Morena had basically never fed the frontline tactics over the years, these squires did not flee in panic.

After all, they are also the fear spearmen that Morena spent a lot of money to recruit. As long as the price allows, they can even stab the manticore in the butt with their spears!

However, it is obvious that the Gormons who have broken through the city wall are obviously not beings that can be fought with just willpower or butt:
"Ouch--!"

The arms covered with sharp spikes are like a mace that can be swung at will. Every charge launched by a Gore Beast after recovering its limbs can bring devastating power!
Even those fear spearmen holding shields try to attack these crazy war beasts with spears, but the thick armor and the fur that even the manticore teeth are difficult to break clearly require professional opponents:

"Musketeers... aim!"

"Druchi!"

"Fire!"

bang bang bang-

"Second round of loading... put it!"

……

The city walls surrounding the urn city are full of dense shooting holes, from which hundreds of elven soldiers holding muskets can be seen busy loading ammunition.

The soldiers who were more skilled in shooting picked up the loaded muskets on the shelf, raised them, pointed the crosshairs at the Gor beasts below who were fighting the fleeing dark elves, and pulled the trigger:

bang bang bang-

Ouch? !

The armor-piercing projectiles, which are far more powerful than ordinary crossbow bolts, can easily tear apart the plate armor and tough fur blessed by Khorne on the Gor beast, breaking through these steel plates that have been connected to the flesh and blood.

And Goremon's brain alone obviously cannot understand where these attacks that are invisible to the naked eye come from, so it can only pursue the hapless soldiers who fled even more frantically.

However, how could those musketeers with shooting expertise watch helplessly as the Gore beasts slaughtered the defeated troops and breached the city wall:
"Hahaha, look at the unlucky ones who are being hunted in their hearts. Maybe it's time for them to experience what it feels like to be rescued by the savior!"

Through the shooting hole, a musketeer smiled contentedly as he looked at the Gormon lying on the ground after being shot in the head. Then he pretended to be arrogant and handed the empty musket to the loader next to him and ordered. :
"Soldier, I have completed my mission very well, so can you please reload a little faster? There are still four guns waiting for you here!"

"Hey, can't you aim a little longer before pulling the trigger? Do you know that it takes a long time for us to reload ammunition here?"

The loader shouted with some dissatisfaction. You must know that although Rohan has used fixed ammunition and special gunpowder to shorten the reloading time as much as possible, there is obviously still no way to shorten the reloading time to less than ten seconds.

As a loader, he had to watch the musket that he had finally loaded be used by other elves, and then arrogantly ordered himself to go faster. What is this? !
"There's nothing you can do about it. Your marksmanship is so bad that you can't even hit a human target 100 meters away... Wait, it's the shirtless berserker from Norska. Remember to load the shotgun with your next shot! "

The Musketeer kept observing the changing battlefield outside with nothing to do, but then he noticed that a large number of Norscans began to approach the city gate that was originally destroyed by the Gor beast.

This is the call for a general offensive!
Moo moo - as expected, Zhu Jiancong heard the roar of bulls full of rage and anger in the distance. The city gate that had been broken open by the Gore beasts was immediately hit violently, and then the entire city gate fell off. !

Behind him, a Khorne Minotaur with a red body was shaking its head and looking around with a battle ax in hand. It stared at the elven warriors who were still fighting in the urn city with eyes that were a little confused due to the impact.

And behind it are more and more Norscans and Khorne Minotaurs who are passing through the city gate and entering the Urn City!
"We need support! Go to the camp where Rohan is stationed and ask the Silver Mist Guards to come and assist us. Recruits alone can't stop these Minotaurs!"

The strange things that appeared in the urn quickly attracted the attention of Morena on the city wall. She casually split a Norscan who tried to approach in half, and then yelled hoarsely at the adjutant.

According to her original combat plan, a small number of elite spear soldiers were used to resist the attack of the Norscan behemoth in the urn city, and then the counterattack was completed with the help of firepower points on the city wall.

But now it seems that those fearful spearmen who have only received short-term training are simply unable to withstand such terrible casualties. Only the truly elite halberd troops can handle such a difficult task.

Fortunately, the only two powerful halberd troops in the entire Nagaros are almost located near Hal Kadra, and they have arranged to be stationed.

Unfortunately, as the Dread Lord, Morena has no command over these two armies:
Although the Black Guard of Nagarond is powerful, as His Majesty the Witch King's private soldiers and loyal guards, they obviously cannot save the fire from afar, not to mention that they have no way to get His Majesty the Witch King's transfer order in a short time;

The five hundred Silver Mist Guards stationed in the nearby Mist Temple are located within the territory of Hal Kadra, and according to Rohan's aid treaty, Morena is also eligible to mobilize this army in a short time.

With such a striking contrast between advantages and disadvantages, what is there to hesitate about?
It's just that although Morena was able to seek help from the imprisoned parrot guards in a short period of time, the battle in the urn city obviously could not be delayed any longer:

"Retreat! Retreat!"

"Kane has not blessed us. Everyone, please retreat to the city!"

"Stabilize your formation and don't run away! Shield wall! Shield wall!"

……

All kinds of curses and panic filled the entire Wengcheng. The remaining dozens of fear spearmen could no longer suppress the fear in their hearts, and finally ran towards the city gate.

However, doing this under the gaze of the Minotaur is no different from seeking death:

"Those idiots! You must not open the city gate to let them in. Fire quickly to cover them!"

The adjutant on the city wall obviously noticed the fleeing group of fearful spearmen. While cursing loudly, he took out an incendiary bomb and threw it, while forcibly ordering the soldiers responsible for guarding the city gate to lock the gate tightly.

The soldiers who were sent into the Wengcheng were already prepared to be abandoned, and now this kind of encounter was also expected by Morena and the officers.

Although it is cruel, this is the sacrifice they have to make in order to win!
But for the abandoned soldiers, the situation was completely different:
"Hahahaha, run, why did you stop running all of a sudden? Aren't you guys with pointed ears usually good at hitting? I want to see where you can run now!"

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

"My battle ax can't wait to drink the blood of elves!"

……

The Norscan berserkers looked with ferocious faces at the elves huddled in front of the city gate like fertilized white rabbits. This kind of pleasure of killing elves is not an experience that everyone can experience.

moo~
The Khorne bull monster stared at the delicate necks of the defeated soldiers with red eyes. His mouth full of fangs was secreting saliva continuously due to his thirst for blood.

"Stick to the shield wall, soldiers. Even if you are about to return to the Pantheon, you must bring a few people to support you. Otherwise, wouldn't this journey be too lonely?"

Looking at the iron city gate that was always locked in front of him, the seriously injured elf officer obviously realized that Morena would not be able to open the door rashly for dozens of them, so he smiled brightly and drew his sword.

Druch, never surrender!

……

dong dong dong-

A steady stream of beating sounds with sharp blades and blunt weapons was heard outside the city gate. The roar of the Khorne bull monster and the hammer of the Chaos Troll were like a chaotic song filled with blood, sending chills down one's spine.

Thanks to the large amount of high-quality steel and rare ebony steel provided by Rohan, Hal Kadra focused on strengthening the defenses at the city gates and key areas during the reconstruction. It was obviously not something that could be captured in a short time.

Located behind the city gate, hundreds of fear spearmen and gloomy swordsmen who had been removed from the city wall were staring nervously at the city gate that kept making noises, their eyes full of worry and fear for the future.

This is the tragedy of being a low-level meat-grinding soldier. They have neither the means to use magic nor the financial resources to buy rune weapons. They can only devote their visible future to a hopeless war, and eventually join the compatriots outside. Become food in the mouths of wild beasts.

"The Silver Mist Guards are here!"

Suddenly, an excited shout spread throughout the city gate. All the elven warriors looked behind them excitedly, and then they saw that familiar silver color appear at the end of the street.

Great, the one who can top the tank is finally here!
"Thank you very much again for your willingness to lend us a helping hand. Without you, I am afraid this fortress will not be able to hold on for too long."

Morena's adjutant looked at the well-equipped Silver Mist warrior in front of him with emotion. His physique alone was much bigger than that of his own soldiers around him, not to mention the gorgeous halberd and the dazzling rune plate armor.

At the same time, a flash of dissatisfaction with his lord flashed in the adjutant's heart:

With such a powerful and friendly Dread Lord as your neighbor, and a strong friendship between the two parties, why didn't you get married earlier?
(End of this chapter)