By Dan Abnett
On the earth of Warhammer, no race is as merciless and treacherous because the darkish elves, and no member of this race is extra notorious than Malus Darkblade. Now that he has retrieved the 5 lacking artefacts, Darkblade needs to go back them to the daemon ahead of the yr is up. yet can Tz'arkan be relied on to honour his a part of the discount or will he attempt to trick Darkblade one final time?
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They’d emptied the chariots of all their ultimate ammunition, besides they just had adequate for a number of volleys left. The chariots had lengthy on account that been given over to wearing the wounded. As for the nauglir, they have been fearsome surprise guns, yet Malus knew greater than to pit them in a pursuit opposed to the nimble marauder horses. just like the gentle cavalry, the knights and the surviving chariots may in simple terms take a seat and watch because the Chaos assault thundered domestic. The marauders thundered nearer, screaming like tormented colors and wreathed in clouds of ashen dirt. At twenty yards the road of druchii spearmen crouched as one, elevating their battered shields to hide their uncovered faces. With a livid shout the marauders enable fly, hurling a cloud of black spears in a protracted arc onto the druchii infantrymen. They struck the upraised shields with a staccato rattle; a few glanced from curved helms or stuck on mailed shoulders. right here and there a warrior screamed and fell, clutching on the spear pushed deep into his physique. because the final of the spears struck domestic Malus felt himself enjoyable. He may perhaps see the spearmen do an analogous, straightening a little bit and decreasing their shields a piece as they waited for the horsemen to show and head again for the ridge. This time, even though, they didn’t. In part a moment the marauders have been prior the purpose the place they consistently became approximately, and Malus observed that whatever used to be mistaken. by the point his exhausted brain realised what was once occurring it was once already too past due. The marauders set free one other roaring shout, plucking swords and axes from their belts and crashed full-tilt into the druchii line. by means of good fortune or by means of layout the marauders struck one of many battered nation regiments, and the spearmen reeled from the influence. Unprepared for the unexpected cost, front ranks of the regiment fell screaming underneath the blows of the howling Chaos warriors. The rear ranks, conquer with surprise, started to become independent from and flee for the illusory safeguard of the close by chariots. “Goddess curse them! ” Malus tousled. He became to his knights. “Dachvar! We’re getting in! ” Dachvar wearily drew his sword. “The family knights are prepared, my lord,” he acknowledged gravely. The part of his face and neck have been black with dried blood from a spear assault through the evening. Already, shouted cries have been spreading one of the surviving knights as they readied themselves for conflict. After an evening of operating they have been desirous to spill extra of the enemy’s blood. The damaged spearmen have been in complete flight now, shedding their guns and working in terror from the raging marauders. Malus welcomed the black rage that swelled up from his center and crammed his limbs with hateful energy. “Sa’an’ishar! ” he tangled up. “Charge! ” Spite leapt ahead with a growl, keen on the prospect of horseflesh. The marauders had possessed adequate feel to assault the a long way finish of the battle-line, clear of the weary knights, however the charging chilly ones lined the few hundred yards in under ten seconds. The marauders have been heedless in their doom, misplaced of their orgy of slaughter till it used to be a long way too overdue.