Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

The attacks of the vampires came one after another. These demons controlled by Khorne had quite terrifying melee killing capabilities.

As long as you are hit by the swords in their hands, blood will be spilt uncontrollably.

The appearance of demons on the battlefield is what the dark elves fear most, let alone bloodthirsty vampires of this scale.

After a long battle, the dark elves certainly knew how to deal with this terrifying creature.

They don't wear armor and lack shields, so the best way is to kill them with a rain of arrows before they get close.

Although they are highly resistant to magic, they can still be killed by magic.

Just attack the vampires before they get close and all will be well.

But now, in the close combat with the blood-letting vampire, the dark elf soldiers have begun to show signs of decline.

Mousse, the Lord of Terror, naturally saw the situation on the battlefield, and morale had begun to waver.

If we don't seize the time to kill more enemies, there will be no chance to unleash the killing power of all soldiers.

It was at this moment that a team of vampires suddenly changed direction.

They belong to Khorne and naturally carry some of the thoughts and habits of the evil god Khorne.

For the demons of Khorne, there are two things they hate the most.

One is a long-range attack method with no melee honor. All demons under Khorne will rush to these archers or artillerymen at all costs and start killing.

The other is despicable magic attack. As long as a spellcaster appears on the battlefield, he will be targeted by the nearby Khorne demons in an instant.

The dark elf sorceress named Featheryn was naturally targeted by all the Khorne vampires standing nearby.

Then more than twenty of them charged directly towards her.

"Damn it!"

Now Mousse is faced with a dilemma.

Without the support of the sorceress, that guy would definitely not be able to withstand the attack of more than twenty vampires.

If they did not stand still among the soldiers, they would surely flee due to the fear of the demons due to lack of morale.

"Save the sorceress!"

Mousse determined the deployment of the subsequent battle almost in an instant, and the Lord of Fear knew how to fight in his subconscious mind.

If the soldiers are protected, they can be redeployed, but after being dispersed once, it is difficult for them to support the battlefield as quickly as possible.

If we protect the sorceress, we will have a chance to attack later.

Feslin felt that something was wrong. The bloodthirster that was originally killing the dark elf melee troops changed its target almost in an instant and rushed towards her quickly.

You can even smell the horrible smell of blood on them from a close distance.

Smell of blood?

Before he had a moment to react, the chest of a vampire in front of him had been pierced by the sharp blade of the Lord of Terror.

Mousse appeared from behind the vampire, kicked him hard, and pulled the sword out of the corpse.

Because the enemy was a demon, after bleeding profusely, he fell to the ground and turned into ashes in the flames.

"Watch your surroundings! Stay close to me! Sorceress!"

Just a few simple words became the brightest sunshine in Featherin's heart, and could even pierce through the darkness of Naggaroth.

She also quickly leaned over to Mousse and fought alongside the Lord of Dread.

But at this time, the supporting Hun troops had already reached the front line of the battlefield, and the morale of the dark elves collapsed.

Because not enough killings were completed, the dark elf soldiers' deepest killing abilities were not stimulated.

At this time, they began to flee in all directions just like the provincial army of the Sigma Empire when they encountered the enemy.

This large-scale rout triggered a very bad chain reaction.

The dark elf soldiers who were still fighting gradually lost their morale due to the escape of their teammates, and finally they all ran away.

The only dark elves still able to fight on the field were Mousse and Featheryn.

"Sorceress, please go. I can't go back. Ha, I'll just cover you."

Mousse's eyes were determined. He swung his weapon and killed all the blood-letting vampires who wanted to surround him.

Being attacked from both sides, her body was hit by the vampire's magic sword and she began to bleed profusely.

He could only grit his teeth, press on the wound, and tear off a piece of his blood-soaked clothing and stuff it into the wound to barely stop the bleeding.

But there are more and more bloodthirsty vampires around, and even a battle-hardened dread lord cannot turn the tables in such a battle.

And at this time, Featherin was also hit by the blood-letting vampire and blood was flowing from her body.

Mousse had lost everything, but as a dread lord, she knew she had to build up strength for the next counterattack.

He threw out his shield to repel the bloodletter who wanted to make the final move, then picked up the injured Feslin and retreated to the edge of the battlefield with all his strength.

After constantly running away and getting injured, and after losing their swords, the two of them successfully hid in the forest.

The Hun troops hiding in the stronghold had no intention of continuing the pursuit. What they desired more were the slaves and wealth in such a stronghold.

After running for an unknown distance, Mousse finally lost all his strength and fell to the ground, but before he fell completely, he still placed Featherin on the ground.

"The vampire's sword will make the wound unable to stop bleeding. Use cloth."

But the sorceress didn't have much cloth on her body, so Mousse could only pull off her already tattered plate armor and tear her clothes into pieces.

Only then did Featherin see that a long sword had pierced through Mousse's body from behind. The only thing she was thankful for was that it did not hit a vital part.

"Don't die! Dread Lord!"

"No, there is no puncture of the internal organs, just superficial injuries."

He grasped the long sword that was stabbed into his body with both hands, and slowly pulled the sword out while taking a deep breath.

Finally, he successfully pulled the sword out of his body, and then quickly blocked the wound with cloth.

The bleeding stopped temporarily, but the wound could not heal because of the vampire's magic sword. The next step was to either suture it directly or burn it with flames.

"My goodness, I will report this intelligence to the Witch King. If you give me another 500 men, I will definitely retake the outpost."

Mousse fell to the ground, but got up again after a few minutes.

He could even carry Featherin on his back and slowly walk south.

"I will definitely find the Witch King. Give me another 500 men. 500 men will be enough."

This powerful dreadlord actually walked slowly back to the Ashlak Fortress in the south, where Mousse, dragging his injured body, reported the situation in the north to Malekith in full.

The Witch King, ruler of all Dark Elves, immediately learned of the fall of the northern outpost.

As for the Witch King, he would only give two orders.

"How dare you escape back? All the Dread Lords have only two choices, victory or death in battle!"

"Witch King...Give me another 500 men, and I will definitely retake the outpost and capture 200 slaves, not one less, not one less."

The almighty Witch King Malekith never even looked at Mousse from beginning to end. He sat on the throne thinking about how to resist the invasion of the Huns.

As for the mousse...

"You've already let me down once, and I won't give you a second chance."

(Please pay attention to the book written by Mousse, "Under the Black Tower", or you can follow Mousse's B station account: Mousse_Lorister)