"Hal-Gangsi Executioner, God bless the evil party, even they can hire them! But there are already blood and bones shrines, it seems that it is not surprising to have them again."
Looking at the sword as a ritual weapon in the enemy's hand, Snorri shook his head slightly. These executioners are true masters of murder, honing their skills in the never-ending rituals of execution in Hal-Gonthe, the religious city that is the center of Khaine's faith.
From these people, we can also see the origin of the dark elves and high elves. There are great similarities in the composition of the troops between the two races. Just like the Executioner and the Hoth Sword Master, they are both equipped with heavy armor and are good at killing infantry like chopping melons and vegetables; while the Black Guard and the Phoenix Guard both wield halberds to form the toughest defense line.
"Turn your oaths and beliefs into steel!"
He quickly tapped the oath and steel runes, and the armor on Yu Yong's body, facing the executioner of Hal Ganxi, glowed with a layer of rune luster. But what makes every commander on the bridge heartbroken is that this layer of protection fails to have any effect in front of the sword.
Each wielding greatsword is crafted by the Executioner himself under the watchful eye of the Temple Forge of Khaine. The executioners learned killing techniques while forging and adjusting their own swords. Eventually, the swords and people became one.
Yu Yong, who was directly bombarded by the demonic demons of destruction that fell from the sky, was instantly honored on the spot, while those around him were also numb and staggering. At the stall that had not yet recovered, large swords were slashed through the gaps in the armor, and the bloody limbs were scattered all over the deck.
"Guarding the Dragonborn and defending Ninghe is our bounden duty!"
Under a burst of uniform slogans, the Heavenly Dragon Guards in golden armor took over the pressure before the Yuyong defense line was penetrated by the executioner. These elites were equipped with a shield while wielding a halberd. This combination made it relatively easy for them to deal with the enemy's impact.
"The God of Bloody Hands guides Druch!"
"The enemy's fresh flesh and heads are her best sacrifices!"
"I-I can feel it! Kane is calling me!"
Nothing pleases Khaine, the bloody-handed god, more than killing. The god-king of hell is represented as a huge, angry elf, clad in blood-soaked bronze armor and holding a hand in each of his four arms. A huge saw sword.
Khaine is so powerful that even high elves and wood elves pray to her before battle. When the dark elves satisfy their desire to kill, they will feel that their killing skills have been improved.
The executioners and the dragon guards fought together. One side had strong killing intent and superb skills honed over hundreds of years, while the other side relied on their weapons to be inch longer and stronger, so they could still hold on on the defensive.
Admiral Canova stood on the rooftop of the Black Ark Tower and felt secretly nervous when he saw that his men's attack was blocked. The gangway is relatively narrow, and there is little room for the cold lizard cavalry and various chariots that the Druchis often use to attack enemy positions.
"Push those two bastards forward! Lady Desire's curse comes into effect in the melee!"
He put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, but after sizing up the other cowering pirate leaders around him, he turned his fighting spirit into a loud swipe of the whip.
"Hiss!"
"Uh-oh!"
After receiving the order, the masked guard pushed the shrine forward. The chains that bound Medusa shook as the base moved. Every shift of these enchanted iron ropes that directly penetrated the body was a huge stimulus to the bound ones, and the snake letters in their mouths also emitted bursts of wails.
Such sensory stimulation is difficult for any creature of order to resist, and the minds of warriors will be distorted by Medusa's endless echoes of despair. And for Druch, the smell of pain is like the best perfume, making them even crazier.
"Oh, you are seeking death!"
Looking at the approaching shrine, the corners of the dwarf king's mouth raised slightly. He was worried about how to deal with these two guys. Every shot they hit could take away the precious lives of one or two elites.
"Let me transform you into a blissful life!"
Snorri jumped onto the guardrail of the bridge, then shouted loudly and jumped down.
"Boom!"
"Zi la!"
The moment he landed, he stepped out with a thunderous blow. From the time he killed the spider demigod and reached level six, he had experienced many battles. But firstly, the gains were mostly indirect, and secondly, upgrading required more and more experience. He only reached level seven after defeating the Moss clan.
Now the fully charged thunder strike showed extremely powerful power. The guards around the shrine, who were in disheveled clothes and in low spirits after being tortured by the ecstasy sound all day long, were directly shaken into a puddle of flesh. The unusually strong wooden deck fell. There were dents everywhere.
"Hiss!"
The base of a shrine was destroyed, and blood rich in filthy magic flowed all over the deck. The Medusa on it was hung in mid-air by a chain that passed through the lute's bones, the snake's tail swung back and forth, and she moaned repeatedly.
"die!"
The stone statue roared loudly, twisted and rounded the sharp ax in his left hand, and directly cut off her head, ignoring the defense of the scales.
"What are you looking at!"
Medusa on the other end saw that her companion's head was missing. She roared violently, and her scarlet gaze condensed directly pointed at Snorri's face. The stone statue lightly shook the blood on the ax and looked up to the sky and laughed. It was already a stone. No matter how hard she stared, she could not turn back into a human body!
"Have you seen enough? Then give me a slap!"
Seeing that the executioners were about to surround him, Snorri stopped raising his eyebrows and aimed a Storm Hammer to drive him away. This Medusa was tied to the shrine and had no room to dodge. With a "Bang!", her head turned into a ball of blood mist.
"That's Snorri, the Stormhammer of the Southland! I'm just saying, why is it not the banner of Haimen Pass?"
The two blood-skeletal shrines that were exchanged from Witch Queen Moras at a great price were destroyed without any chance of fighting back. Canondor's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, looking at the mighty and mighty statue. Stone statue, he finally understood who his opponent was.
The flag of Barak-Var is purple with the most recognizable clifftop port depicted in white. Snorri's flag is two half-open doors, which may seem unrecognizable to outsiders, but the unique patterns and lintels on them indicate that it is the entrance to the temple of the ancestors.
"He'll be in big trouble here!"
"The living corpse of Notrax and Admiral Deogo of the Black Creek Raiders both fell into the hands of this dwarf."
"Lord Corrupted Heart is not here, who among us can withstand his storm hammer?"
Snorri's illustrious achievements and the busyness of his Quata-Haimen Pass/Bordello City route are equally famous in the pirate circle. Everyone knows that this young dwarf king is not only powerful on land but also quite good in naval battles. Achievements.
