Chapter 210 60. Lost Victory (Part 2)
Malus passed through a red mist, which swallowed his voice and blurred his vision. He couldn't feel his arms, in fact, he had no feeling at all now. He smelled metal, oil, blood, raw earth, and old leather. He wanted to speak, but his mouth wouldn't move. Instead, a low moan escaped his lips.
"Stop talking, your head was smashed open and the brain matter burst out, but luckily I'm helping you put the brain matter back in." The young knight showed his hand to Malus, and the crumpled brain matter condensed In lumps, it rested on his palm, oozing blood and clear liquid from between his fingers. His voice was low and eerie, as if echoing from the bottom of the tomb.
Malus screamed in horror. He felt the passing wind blowing on the back of his head. The feeling was strange and cool, like wind entering his head and then coming out of his eyes and ears. He heard a strange, muffled cry, and invisible hands grasped him. The world was spinning, and he screamed again, closing his eyes tightly against the red mist.
Malus felt like a leaf falling gently to the ground in the cold winter wind. He heard a murmur next to him, a hum that he couldn't quite place. He tried to summon his will, forced himself to calm down, and slowly opened his eyes.
The red mist was receding, and Malus was lying on his back near a fire in the camp. He tried to raise his head, but he only raised it once before a burst of heartbreaking pain and nausea overwhelmed him. He put his head back and closed his eyes.
"Where are we?" After a long time, Malus asked slowly.
"We won, my lord. Our charge against the behemoth was victorious. The enemy summoned their reserves, but our subsequent troops broke into the enemy's flank. The battle continued for several more minutes. The enemy's Dread Lord seemed I recognized you and ordered his retinue to capture you. However, I was stopped by the knights and I killed the last retinue of the fear lord, but unfortunately I still let him escape." The face of the young knight His face was filled with the light of victory, and he said excitedly.
"Where are the armies now?" Malus urged, not having time for such nonsense.
"The army? It is now between the ruins and the Blackwater Ferry. Lord Furland ordered the cold lizard knights to pursue it. The infantry was reorganizing in the ruins. It should be on its way to the Blackwater Ferry at this time. As far as I know They were hit hard."
"I understand! The enemy didn't want to stop us on the ruins from the beginning. The main force of the enemy is waiting at the Blackwater Ferry. Ferlan fell into the trap!" Malus suddenly understood why the ruins The enemy troops above will trouble him, he endured the pain and said excitedly.
Malus had not seen a large number of cold lizard knights in the ruins before. This was not normal at all. You must know that Hagrid Grave is a place where cold lizards are abundant. If he had to guess, he estimated that the enemy army originally planned to camp in the ruins, but the enemy's fear lord was forced to change his plan after learning that the vanguard had suffered heavy losses. So I set up an ambush in the Blackwater Ferry shoal and used myself as bait first. Now the troops of the Nagol had taken the bait and rushed into the trap.
"Help me up!"
Malus rode Malus past the tired-looking infantrymen. He tried to force his aching brain to calculate the distance and time, and maybe there was still time to save the situation.
After riding for nearly ten minutes, Malus reached the head of the line of snakes. The Dreadlord's banner was at the forefront, and the old warrior marched with his men as tradition dictated.
"I heard that your head was lost in the ruins?" When Malus leaned next to him, the Dread Lord glanced at him and said in a rough and cheerful voice.
"I'm afraid this is your wishful thinking, but I think the enemy still has a chance, and we were deceived!"
"What?!"
"The main enemy force is ambushing at the Blackwater Ferry, and is probably fighting now. I'll try to get it first. The Cold Lizard Knight pulled out of the trap, but we need a wall to stop the enemy's pursuit."
"We will stop them there!" The Dread Lord nodded heavily after thinking for a while. Then he turned and shouted an order to his soldiers, and the trumpeter began to blow his trumpet.
"This is what I was born to do!" Malus nodded to the Dread Lord and continued forward, his heart racing at this moment, and in his mind, he saw his plan coming together. , despite the critical situation, he was still excited about the power he had. He suddenly realized that he might never be able to command a real Druchi army in battle, and he couldn't suppress the bitterness for a moment.
That dream died with his father Lehane!
The cruelty of the gods never ceased to amaze Malus, and he missed too many opportunities, with the slave raids targeted at Krakarond, then Zarkhan's temple in the north, and that damn Soul Dagger, as it turned out It's all in vain. Why didn't he accept his sister's invitation to join the Cult of Slaanesh? His head started to hurt again as he thought about it, and he rubbed the palm of his hand on his forehead, as if he could wipe the pain away with brute force.
After walking a long way, Malus encountered a group of fleeing dark riders. The dark rider's armor was in tatters and stained with blood, and their faces turned pale from exhaustion and fear. He gritted his teeth and pulled out his sword. It seemed that the defeat had already begun.
"Stop!" Malus roared at the oncoming Dark Riders. When the Dark Riders did not slow down, he pulled the reins and let Malice stand directly in the path of the Dark Riders' escape.
"Stop! Otherwise your lives will be lost!" Malus shouted again, and this time the dark riders reined in their reins and stopped tremblingly.
"Who is the captain among you?"
"I am, Lord Fear, and the enemy is behind us! They have set a trap in the shallows." The dark riders looked at each other, and a Druchi lowered his head and stammered.
"Who is the captain among you now?" Malus commanded the hatred to move forward and quickly swung his sword to kill the panicked captain. The captain's head was bumping on the road as he roared and asked.
The surviving Dark Riders watched in horror as their captain's headless body slipped from the saddle and crashed to the ground.
"I am, Lord Fear. What are your orders?" After a moment, one of the dark riders took a deep breath and said.
"You follow me and collect more riders who retreat from the battle, killing any soldiers who refuse to comply. The infantry is on the road and will arrive in a few minutes. We are going to turn the tables. Do you understand?" "
I . . . Yes, Lord Fear. I understand." The new captain met Malus's eyes and he took courage and said.
Malus nodded, and then continued to set off. More dark knights broke out on the road, and the young knights and new captains began to yell at them to stop.
Even at full speed, the last stretch of the road always seems to end.
The farther Malus went, the more soldiers fled around him, many wounded and struggling to stay in the saddle. As he rushed forward, the soldiers shouted warnings of the danger behind them, but he didn't even glance at them.
Finally, Malus climbed up a low hill and saw the Blackwater River just a few hundred meters away. His vision was obscured by a cloud of boiling dust swirling around the melee raging near the river, and he realized immediately that his worst fears had come true.
Furlan, the Cold Lizard Knight, the Dark Rider, the War Hydra and a small number of infantry were surrounded and making their final resistance.
The trap has been laid, the Nagor's army is completely surrounded, and the remaining soldiers are fighting to the death. As Malus watched, a group of enemy troops staggered away, nursing their injured horses, cold lizards, and wounded men back to the safety of their own camp. A war hydra is limping north across the bridge, clearly too exhausted to continue the fight.
The Nagor's men inflicted horrific casualties on Hagrid Grave's men, but it was not enough. The trapped beasts are just fighting, if they don't break out, they will be doomed.
"Attack!" Malus laughed after watching the entire battle, and then rushed down the slope.
Malice rushed down the hillside tirelessly as always, rushing towards the team of gloomy swordsmen outside the enemy. Malus adjusted the direction of his charge and passed through the narrow gap between the two centurions. He was counting on the din of battle to cover his attack. As he approached, the centurion who was commanding still spotted him. .
The battle broke out immediately. Malus led the returning soldiers to slash left and right, and finally opened a hole.
When Malus rescued several besieged cold lizard knights, the knights raised their weapons and saluted him.
"Keep fighting! Rescue is on the way! Where is Furlan?"
Several cold lizard knights who heard Malus shook their heads tiredly to express their ignorance.
The battle continued around Malus, and suddenly he saw the fear lord who was in the ruins before. He found the right moment to control the malice and rush over.
The Fear Lord was using his mace to kill a cold lizard knight of the Nagol. When Malice approached him from the side and behind, he turned back in horror, and then took a breath of cold air. He struggled to control the reins of the cold lizard, trying to turn the stupid naughty pear under his crotch to face Malus, but he found that it was too late, and then let out a roar of fear and anger.
The sword flashed down, and Malus cut off the general's neck. He grabbed his trophy, and his helmet peeled off and fell to the ground. He held the prize high. A strong sense of déjà vu inexplicably surged into his heart, quickly transforming into a burst of elation.
Malus inserted the trophy into the blade of his sword and roared angrily. He heard the desperate cry from the enemy cold lizard cavalry closest to him. At that moment, it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard.
At this time, the nearby enemy Cold Lizard Knights had completely retreated. They were shocked and dismayed by the death of the Dread Lord.
The soldiers of the Nagol cheered, and at this moment, Malus saw Furlan in the center of the Cold Lizard Knights.
Furlan lost his helmet in the battle, his face mad with fear and rage.
"My general, the infantry has arrived to open up a way for us to retreat. We must be quick before the enemy recovers from the chaos..." Malus walked to Fulan's side and said urgently.
"Retreat? The Nagor army will not retreat! We will continue to move forward, and when the battle is over, I will behead you because of your cowardice!" Ferlan's dark pupils narrowed hatefully, interrupting The words of Malus.
"Moving forward? Our cavalry and behemoths are exhausted! We must retreat and regroup. The trap may be closed again at any time. Then we will have no chance to escape!" Malus said with some disbelief. .
"Quiet!" Ferlan screamed, shaking with rage, and pointed a gloved hand at Malus.
It was only then that Malus discovered that Ferland had not even drawn his sword until now.
"That fear lord's head belongs to a real warrior, not to a black blade or a traitor like you. Give me the head and get out of my sight. I will deal with you after the battle." Forlan continued.
The exhausted soldiers of the Nagol looked at this scene and could hardly conceal their shock, but no druch dared to deny the son of Barnes Bale. Only the war hydra was eating the corpse regardless.
Malus took off the trophy from the blade of the sword, handed it to Ferland without saying a word, and then prepared to turn around and leave.
"This is a victory for the Nagol!" Furlan picked up the hair of the Dread Lord and shouted loudly to the soldiers present.
It was as if Forlan had just cut off the head of the Dread Lord with his own hands. Just as he was doing so, Malus, who couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and hit him on the helmet with the side of his sword. He screamed after suffering a heavy blow. With a sound, he fell off the saddle.
For a moment, the Druchi on the Nagor fell into silence after hearing the sharp and harsh sound.
Malus waited, staring wordlessly at each druchi.
"The general is injured. Now you are the only one to take over the command. What are your orders?" After a while, a cold lizard knight spoke.
"Sound the retreat horn, and the cold lizard knights will regroup as a rear guard to cover the retreat. With luck, we can drag the enemy's counterattack onto our Soul Eaters." Malus nodded, and then As if he hadn't just committed a grave act of treason. He looked at the trumpeters of Ferland and stared at the druchi with a majestic look.
"Yes, sir." The trumpeter said hoarsely, then put the horn to his lips and blew out a series of complex notes.
The Cold Lizard Knights began to take action and spread the news to their scattered teammates. Around them, the dust began to settle and order emerged from the chaos. These cold lizard knights were in dire straits, and nearly half of the Nagor's elite soldiers were lost. It was a shocking loss by any standard, but the battle was far from over.
The sound of horns also sounded in Hagrid Grave's army. Conflicting trumpets from different Dread Lords came one after another, but Malus believed that this would not last long. Hagrid Grave's army was equally fast. will recover from the chaos.
"Knights! Advance!" Malus raised his sword and shouted loudly.
(End of chapter)