Just being a dark elf in Warhammer - Chapter 820

c763 614 I admit there is an element of gambling

Darkus did not rush to climb onto Springwin’s back, but walked from the left to the back, and then from the back to the right, taking advantage of the last moment to carefully check every preparation.

His pace was neither hurried nor slow, and with each step, his eyes swept the surroundings to confirm that no details were missed. At this moment, he had a calm and decisive look between his eyebrows, and his eagle-like sharp eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all appearances and see through all hidden risks. He was the backbone, and he could not panic.

The scales of Carmine in her young form were not completely blackened, and they were still the beautiful ruby ​​color gradually turning into dark purple, like a dark purple sunset, elegant and mysterious. However, under the erosion of the wind of Shaxu, her claws and teeth had been completely stained with black, flashing with cold light, revealing a chilling sharpness. These dark scales and sharp claws showed the terrible power hidden in her body.

“Are you ready?” Dacus whispered, patting Carmine’s mouth and showing a meaningful smile. It was a silent understanding between comrades and a symbol of trust.

A cold light flashed in Carmine’s eyes, and he only responded with a firm nod.

Dacus turned his head and his eyes fell on Colonia on the dragon’s spine.

At this time, Colonia was sitting on a seat tied by chains, holding a dust staff, concentrating and calming her mind, with one hand supporting her chin. Her posture was elegant, perhaps because of the sense of substitution in the oath performance. Now she has a sense of the mother of the tribe, like a cold queen, expressionless but full of power. When Dacus’s eyes met hers, she tilted her head slightly, raised her right hand, clenched it into a fist, and gently waved it at Dacus.

Dacus responded to her gesture, also waved his fist in return, with a tacit understanding flashing in his eyes.

The two siblings did not need to speak. Along the way, the tacit understanding between them was deeper than any language.

Then, Dacus came to Ibas.

Ibas is a storm dragon. Her existence is always accompanied by storms, thunder and rainstorms. Her huge body is covered with deep blue scales, as if the lightning in the sky is condensed on her body. Her eyes are shining with a sapphire-like light, and people can feel the destructive power at a glance. When she spreads her wings and flies, the roar of the storm and the roar of thunder and lightning will instantly swallow everything. Her aura is like a violent storm sweeping the sky, full of unpredictable threats.

Her power is elusive. She is good at shuttling in the center of thunderstorms. When her body is full of energy, she can quickly convert this electrical energy into lightning balls and shoot them at the enemy, causing devastating damage. Her deep eyes often flash with a cold light similar to sapphires, as if she can see through everything and reveal the deepest secrets of the world. Therefore, she is called “Sapphire Eyes” by the people of Tyrell.

“Sapphire Eyes, wow… you are so beautiful, are you ready for the storm?” Daxus couldn’t help but whisper in admiration as he approached Ibas.

Ibas’s blue eyes flickered slightly, and the corners of her mouth seemed to curl up a faint sneer. There was no verbal response, only her energetic body shook slightly, like the silence before the storm. In her body, the current seemed to have begun to wriggle, and the power of thunder was brewing in her body, ready to burst out at any time.

Sitting on Ibas’s back was Haglin, an old acquaintance of Daxus, Dastan’s aunt, the essence of the Tower of Destruction, one of the only five high-level priests of the Storm Weaver Cult, the mainstay of the Cold Eyes Family, and a leader-level existence.

At the beginning, when Krakarond hunted Mangil, Haglin had participated. When she raided Skogi, she made a big one, turning Skogi upside down and almost sending Genevieve away. When the formal development of Asheril began, she was arranged by Daxus to study magic more deeply beside Shilan.

Although she was not a descendant of the Hell’s Disaster Family, she was also a die-hard among die-hards, and her loyalty and ability were guaranteed.

After nodding to each other tacitly, Daxus looked at Kerillian on Ibas’s head. Kerillian, who was looking at him, was still wearing a layer of cotton jacket. In addition to the cotton jacket, there were some other decorations. If he was not wrong, it should be Cowell’s hair from Alatar. To put it nicely, it was considerate, and to put it bluntly, it was attentive.

He smiled and shook his head first, then extended his middle finger to respond to Kerillian’s middle finger gesture to him. Then he patted his belt with both hands. After seeing his gesture, Kerillian did not move, but made a reassuring gesture.

Kerillian’s belt was specially made, with iron rings at both ends to fix it with the chains tied to the two dragon horns. The unstrung bow is also fixed on the belt, while the quiver filled with arrows is carried on the back, wrapped in a cotton jacket.

As a double dragon, Kudnos is undoubtedly a legendary existence. As a “fire master”, he does not master ordinary fire, but the extremely hot fire inspired by the wind of Aksha. This kind of fire can not only burn everything, but also has the power of destruction and rebirth. Any material will turn into ashes in front of his fire, even the hardest rock cannot withstand the scorching heat. In battle, there is often a sea of ​​fire behind him, as if he has merged with the fire, and can freely control the powerful power of the flames to destroy all enemies in front of him.

As the Sky Splitter, he is also unrivaled in controlling storms. He can summon the Wind of Aegir, tearing apart the clouds in the sky, lightning raging like a Tyrannosaurus, and thunder shaking the earth. This power can literally tear the sky apart, bringing huge destructive storms, and making the mountains shake under his anger. Whenever he exerts this power, the air around him becomes thick and suffocating. The huge storm surges in, with lightning and thunder, like the roar between heaven and earth, irresistible.

However, although Kudnos is so powerful, he is still slightly inferior to Ibas and Azogallon, and his level is just so… just like the bragging and exaggeration in the military books.

Double dragons are not popular. In the absence of inheritance and systematic teaching, they can do everything and nothing. Even when they studied with Shilan for a period of time in Asheril, it was still the same. After all, the time was short, and it was not only him who was learning, but other red dragons were also learning… There is no such thing as eating alone.

Especially in guiding the wind of Aegir and controlling the storm, Ibas has natural talent and power, and Azogallon is known as the “Titan of Wind”.

These three, two T1 and one T1.5, are the treasures of Daquus. If these three are compared to fighter planes, there is no doubt that Ibas and Azogallon are better at fighting between the clouds. When they fight, sparks and lightning are crackling. And the double-talented Kudnos can both fight at high altitudes and bomb at low altitudes.

When encountering the monster at sea, these three flew high in the sky to guide the wind of Aegir, but… they were defeated by the monster. When entering the Zahuitak Rift, these three also joined the adventure, always as cheerleaders and spectators, and did not play much role in the final battle to block the door, but Daquus still trusted these three.

Drusala sat on Kudnos’s back to strengthen him. And Alatar, who has balanced abilities, sat on Azogallon’s back. Talos was assigned to the dragon head of Kudnos, while Gilead was assigned to the dragon head of Azogallon.

Maranul sat on the seat of Skarandil’s dragon spine, but he was not a Caledor dragon knight. Skarandil was extremely large, and he sat on the dragon spine and used weapons such as lances… um, the 40-meter machete.

There were a total of 19 assault ships, six of which were deployed as the second wave. Of the 13 assault ships deployed in the first wave, seven were deployed on Skarandil. In addition, four harvesting ballista gun crews were deployed on the right side of the dragon spine.

This time, Dacuus did not climb onto Skarandil’s back as before, and carefully checked the fixation of the ballista and the gun crew members. The head of the chain used for fixing was fixed to the dragon scales by a device similar to a climbing nail, and the tail was tied to the fixed position of the ballista and the belt of the members.

The arrows used by the crossbow were packed in boxes, which were fixed by multiple chains. The bowstrings used by the crossbow were tied to the captain’s belt. In addition, the belts of two other gun crew members also had bowstrings tied to them.

Dacus first encouraged the gun crew members, then greeted the members on the raider, and finally talked to Maranul for a while. After making the final instructions, he came to the back of Springwyn and did the same work.

But this time, he didn’t have to make the final instructions because he was the commander. However, he didn’t sit on the seat like Maranul, but stood on the dragon head. On the dragon head, in addition to him, there was also the somewhat confused and overwhelmed Issarion.

“Shield.” Franes, standing on the deck, said while raising the walking barrier.

Dacus smiled and shook his head, refused, and then pointed to Franes’ head. Franes, who put down the shield, was stunned for a moment, then took off the white lion’s mane and threw it to him. He caught it steadily and put it on the outside of his helmet. Then he waved to Franais, signaling Franais not to stand so close.

Franais wanted to say something, but in the end he shook his head, beat his chest with his right hand, raised it high, and turned away. He participated in the planning of this operation, but he participated in the actual operation. He had other operations to participate in, and he also had to make final preparations.

“The Vicious Temple has begun to slow down.”

“Got it.” Loxia took a deep breath and nodded. It might be cold, nervous, or excited. He shook unnaturally as if he had been electrocuted. Then he ordered, “Let’s speed up and signal the Ark behind us to keep up.”

“You…we…we…”

When Dacus fixed himself with the chain, a voice that wanted to say something but stopped, and wanted to say something but stopped came from his side.

“My lieutenant, say whatever you want to say, don’t hesitate, while there is still time.” He turned his head and looked at Isharion, with a patient smile in his eyes.

“What are we going to do? Shouldn’t you attend the Dark Council?” Isharion’s words were full of doubt and uneasiness. He was a little confused about the specific content of this operation.

“Where did you hear the news?” Daquus raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes swept over Isharion sharply. Seeing that the other party was silent, he smiled slightly, and then continued, “Yes, I will attend the meeting, but I’m not in a hurry. After the operation is completed, I will take you to see it. One of my… friends? He’s still lying there. I’ll introduce him to you when the time comes, but you have to be prepared. He’s a little… rude?”

To use Jiang Wen’s words: How can such a thing be made public?

From ancient times to the present, there are too many such cases in various worlds and planes.

The successful ones usually involve several people discussing, or even not discussing, and just going straight ahead. How did Yuwen Hu and others die? There are too many examples of this.

Take a few good players to ambush in key positions and launch a surprise attack after the target arrives. Many times, the good players don’t know who they are going to kill until the battle, and even after the surprise attack is successful, they don’t know who the person lying down is.

Shouting loudly and making everyone know about it rarely succeeds. Three hundred swordsmen and axemen are a lot, but when they move, there will be traces and they can be detected.

This matter is said to be very complicated, but in fact it is just that.

Only a few people know the core things. Many people on the Vicious Temple don’t know what Dacus is going to do. They only know that there are two major operations. When the dragon takes off later, the admiral following behind may think that he is anxious to participate in the Dark Council and send it out first.

“Compared to seeing Malekith soon, I am more concerned about… this operation, especially my role in it.” There was a hint of uneasiness in Eltharion’s tone.

“I clearly remember your expression when you saw the raider land on the Ark when we came out of the underground sea. At that time, in addition to surprise and anxiety, you must have noticed something else, right?” Dacus stared at Eltharion sharply, waiting for his reaction.

Eltharion was stunned for a moment, then took a deep breath and began to ponder. After a moment, a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in his eyes, and he nodded, as if he had understood Dacus’s intention.

“The mission of the raider is to carry out low-altitude ground strikes, reconnaissance, or transport important supplies and seriously injured people… Its climbing speed is very slow. This is why the raider is tied to the back of the dragon.” Dacus’s tone was calm, with a hint of depth in his words.

“Unlike dragons and eagles, the raider climbs up through the lifting device in front?” Eltharion nodded thoughtfully and continued to ask.

“Yes, that’s right. The raider relies on the elevator, the guidance of magic and the help of the sail. It can’t fly like a dragon, relying on powerful wings, and must rely on other means.”

“So… we… will go directly to the high altitude? High altitude…” Eltharion’s eyes flashed with a sudden enlightenment, and his voice was full of surprise. He wanted to continue asking: Who is in the high altitude? But the words suddenly stopped at his lips, and he instantly understood something in his heart. His eyes widened, and suddenly, the whole person seemed to be hit by some indescribable shock, “We… dive? Dive attack?”

“Exactly!” Daxus looked at Isharion’s slightly surprised expression with satisfaction, nodded slowly, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and flashed a cold light in his eyes, “The raider will make a fierce dive attack after completing preparations at high altitude. No matter how the target is prepared, this attack will be fatal!”

He didn’t want to talk about potential energy, kinetic energy, because it was unnecessary, and… he didn’t understand theoretical knowledge very well. Now, while there was still some time, he led the topic elsewhere.

“Isharion, do you know? In my opinion, many Asur nobles are trash, useless mud, trash will always be trash, even if they wear a gorgeous robe, they are still trash, a trash wearing a gorgeous robe!” His voice was like a cold blade, cutting through the silent air.

At this time, Splinterwin, who had been listening to the conversation, laughed in a low voice, with a hint of recognition in his voice. Although the laughter was not loud, it seemed to leave a heavy echo in the air.

Isharion’s face turned ugly in an instant, and his eyes glared at Dacus, with anger and confusion intertwined in his eyes. Those words were like nails piercing his heart, making him speechless for a while. He took a deep breath and tried to suppress the fluctuations in his heart, but he still seemed a little excited.

“Why do you say that?” His voice was trembling and full of questions.

Dacus did not respond immediately. He stared at Isharion coldly, with calmness and depth in his eyes that could not be ignored.

“You ask me why? I rely on facts.” He spoke slowly, his voice was low and powerful. He paused for a moment, and his eyes swept over Isharion sharply, “Think carefully, when you face the attack of the great demon, what supports you? Is it courage? Fear? Anger? Responsibility? Or what you think is justice? Or… instinct?”

Isharion’s breathing was a little hurried, he did not answer immediately, Dacus’s words were like a sharp knife, stabbing him. At this moment, he began to question his inner motivation. What was the reason for the things that supported him all the way, or was it something he didn’t realize?

“Since you are here, listen more, see more, ask more, and think more, otherwise it will be a waste of time?” Dacus said this softly. He was originally going to say something more, but when he glanced at the pocket watch in his hand, he realized that the time was up. He frowned slightly and immediately put a period to this sentence, “The action has begun. Think about these things slowly in advance. Don’t worry. Come and talk to me after you figure it out.”

After speaking, he picked up the Spica Zuma Horn, and soon the horn issued two long and one short horn sounds that penetrated the sky.

The sound of the horn echoed in the air, shaking the Ark and the Sea of ​​Evil and Resentment, making people’s hearts suddenly tremble, followed by a gust of rapid wind and the solidification of the atmosphere.

The moment the horn sounded through the sky, the spellcasters on the dragon’s spine immediately began to move. They waved their staffs quickly and chanted ancient spells. The shadow quickly expanded and spread to the bodies of Splinterwin and Scarandil, shrouding them in a deep shadow.

Then, the horn sounded again, solemn and powerful. Two long and one short horn sounds echoed in the air, as if calling for the arrival of fate.

Splinterwin on the deck suddenly started, and his strong dragon wings suddenly opened, cutting through the air and raising gusts of wind.

The huge body shook strongly as it moved. The elves and red dragons stood on the deck, relying on superb skills and powerful strength, standing steadily to meet the upcoming air flow impact. They held the railings tightly, raised their arms high, or waved them, and cheers and shouts came one after another.

Many elements are missing, such as waving hats, shouting second-year slogans and so on. But these missing elements did not prevent Splinterwin from leaping up suddenly. His powerful wings drove his huge body upward, freed from the restraints of the deck, and soared into the sky to greet the sea of ​​clouds.

Then, Scarandil followed closely behind him and also spread his wings and started running. The crimson scales shone with deep light under the sunlight, and the huge wings were like a black curtain, light and deadly.

As the horn continued to sound, Kudnos, Azogallon, Ibas, and Carmine flew up one after another. They each showed different majesty, with the oppressive feeling from the ancient dragon clan. Their scales shone in the sun, and it seemed that the whole sky was shrouded by their figures.

Kudnos was like a living flame, burning the air as he ascended; Azogallon’s body covered half of the sky, his blue scales like flashing thunder; Ibas was like a bolt of lightning in the sky, coming with a gust of wind; and Carmine’s purple scales shone brightly in the sun, leaving almost no trace as she ascended lightly.

Loxia stood on the deck of the Tower of the Blessed Evil Party, staring at the dragons rising in the distance. As the dragons broke through the air, his body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably, the shock came from his bones, excitement, fear and excitement intertwined, and unspeakable emotions surged in his heart.

He clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles turned white, trying to restrain his shaking through this action, but the eternal fear deep in his heart was quietly spreading. As a core member of the Dacus Group, he knew that this was not just an ordinary takeoff, and the only thing he could do was to pray to Maslan, praying that Dacus would succeed and play a role in the next operation.

At the same time, Hadris stood on the deck of the Eternal Fear Fortress, with an upright figure and a serious expression revealing his majesty as an admiral. He was carefully checking the soldiers who had already lined up and making final preparations for the upcoming operation. However, just as he was about to speak, suddenly, all the soldiers’ eyes were focused on a certain direction, with surprise and awe in their eyes.

“They…” His eyelids jumped slightly, he turned his head, and then he murmured in a low voice, frowning. His sight gradually turned to the distance as the dragon took off, his eyes were sharp, staring at these flying dragons.

He saw that all the dragons did not fly directly to the direction of Nagarond, but raised their dragon wings to the east and flew in the opposite direction of Nagarond. This change shocked him. He felt keenly that the dragon’s action was unusual. They were not following the planned route, and seemed to have a deeper purpose. This was a tactical decision, or an unfathomable signal.

At the same time, the female admiral Drane of the Cursed Fortress was on the command tower, staring at the sky in the distance. She picked up the monocular telescope, carefully adjusted the focus, and quickly locked her sight on the group of dragons that were flying up. As she gradually approached the target, her eyes became more focused, her brows furrowed, and she clearly saw the dragons flying towards the clouds, emitting a strong oppressive atmosphere.

“They…”

Her voice was low and calm, but there was a subtle shock in her eyes. She observed the first two dragons through the monocular telescope and found that their forms were completely shrouded in shadows, as if they were hiding something. The sense of oppression in the air became stronger, and her heartbeat accelerated. Her intuition told her that this was not a simple flight, but what exactly was it…

She felt a strong sense of uneasiness. She knew that an epic storm was quietly approaching, and she was in the storm, unable to do anything she wanted to do, and could only follow orders. But at this moment, she vaguely realized that this storm seemed to be bigger than she had originally imagined?

In the distant sky, the figures of the dragons gradually faded away, but whether it was Loxia, Hadris, Drane, or other admirals who saw this scene, they could not calm down this inexplicable tension and unknown fear. They understood that this was not just a simple flight.

Behind this, there was some unpredictable crisis that was gradually approaching.

Soon, the dragons lined up in a long snake formation through the clouds, and the huge dragon wings flapped the air, raising waves of strong airflow, like thunder rolling in the sky, deafening. The momentum of their wings flapping in the air was like an approaching storm. The whole sky was oppressed by their existence, and even the sunlight seemed to be blocked.

When the dragons stopped climbing, Dacus’s eyes swept across the sky, first fixed on Isharion beside him.

Isharion’s expression was complicated. On the one hand, his eyes flashed with excitement and excitement, and on the other hand, he seemed a little calm, as if this scene was not unfamiliar to him. But deep in his heart, he was obviously still a little nervous. After all, he would participate in an unusual action today.

Dacus turned his eyes to the dragon’s spine. After seeing that there was no problem, he took a deep breath and blew the horn calmly.

Two long and one short long horn sounds echoed in the air, passing through the clouds. The notes carried an incomparable sense of power and command, as if it was a sign, a command, and a preparation for unknown challenges.

As the horn sounded, Splinterwin began to maintain a constant speed of flight, but his movements quickly became flexible. The dragon’s wings fluttered, and his huge body suddenly pulled to the right, drawing a graceful arc, with the airflow raised, breaking through the clouds.

And Scarandil, who followed closely behind, also responded immediately, quickly adjusted his flight posture, shifted to the left, pulled away from Splinterwin, and took off into the air, creating a deep gap.

The instantaneous change in the air gave the dragons behind space to adjust their positions.

Kudnos streaked across the sky like a meteor, carrying Drusara and Talos, and rushed to the middle front position between Splinterwin and Scarandil at an astonishing speed, quickly filling the gap. His blazing tail flame was like a red fire snake under the sunlight, swallowing the surrounding air, like a meteor about to hit the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Azogallon’s movements were equally swift. This red dragon, known as the “Titan of the Wind”, relied on his powerful strength to make a series of extremely complex maneuvers in the air. Carrying Alatar and Gilead, he rolled over, using his huge dragon wings to rotate quickly, making continuous rolling movements, and steadily brought himself and his passengers to the left side of Scarandil.

Ibas was not to be outdone, and the strong airflow provided her with powerful power. Carrying Hagelin and Kerillian, she suddenly increased her strength, broke through the pressure of the airflow, quickly flew to the right, joined the formation of Splinterwin, and stayed steadily on its right side.

Then, Carmine flew over lightly, carrying Colonia, she maintained a stable flying posture, and entered the middle and rear position between Splinterwin and Skarandil as steady as a rock.

With the addition of Carmine, the entire formation finally completed the adjustment.

The six red dragons and their crews were now completely arranged in a huge, neat battle formation, with no gaps between them, and perfectly integrated.

Daxus held the Trident of the Sea tightly and observed all this quietly. His eyes looked beyond the formation and looked at the distant sky. The boundless sky was waiting for their actions. He knew that the next action might be a contest that determined fate, and the preparations at this moment had laid the foundation for all this.

The reason why it was maybe was because he was gambling. As a Duruchi Navy Admiral, he had no reason not to gamble. As a Duruchi Navy Admiral, he had to carry forward Yamamoto’s spirit of 78%. If he lost the bet, it would just be an…abstract performance, but if he won the bet…

In this situation, he didn’t want to recite a poem, but wanted to laugh loudly and vent his inner excitement. But…after all, this was in the clouds, and he swallowed the laughter that was already on the tip of his mouth.

He took a deep breath, and the air in his chest seemed to condense into a source of strength. He picked up the horn again and blew the two long and one short horn sounds for a long time. The sound echoed in the air and shook the clouds in the distance.

As the horn sounded, the entire flight formation began to turn in an orderly manner, the dragon wings flapped, gradually changed the flight trajectory, and slowly flew towards the south of Nagarond.

When they flew to the designated location, Daquus looked down at the pocket watch, and the pointer had pointed to 1:25. The meeting time of the Dark Council was 1pm, which was agreed upon by him and Malekith.

The horn sounded again, the long sound echoed, and the sound waves broke through the clouds, clear and powerful.

As the horn sounded, the movements of the dragons changed instantly. They began to adjust their flying posture, maneuvering more flexibly, and turning towards Nagarond.

The formation gradually descended, and finally stayed steadily under the clouds, hidden in the endless white fog.

At this time, Daquus had no anxiety or uneasiness in his heart, only an indescribable calmness and confidence. There was no pride, no fear, only a precise grasp of the situation. All of this was unfolding perfectly according to his preset rhythm. Now, all he had to do was wait, wait for the target to appear.

Isharion, biting the bowstring in his mouth, held the chain tightly, admiring the unique distortion of Nagarond while searching. Now he had no mind to think about the fact that he would stay in this city for a long time, nor did he have the mind to look at the huge military camp in the north. He was just curious now. He just wanted to find the target and see who could make Dacus do such a thing.

Soon, he found something. He was not sure, but he had a strong feeling in his heart, as if it was the target of this operation. His eyes widened and he turned to look at the calm Dacus.

The target finally appeared.

Instantly, Dacus’ heartbeat froze. As he expected, the target had begun to move northward. He admitted that there was an element of gambling, but he gambled correctly. After seeing the target, he blew the horn without any hesitation.

But this time the horn sounded different from the previous one, it was a long sound.

The sound wave broke through the air again, and this sound seemed to be the final verification of all the preparations, and also marked the beginning of the action! (End of this chapter)