war of the spider queen 3 condemnation-第68部分
按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
Try as he might； Nimor couldn't tell whose magic would prevail； as the whole terrible scene descended into plete anarchy。 In the space of a few dozen heartbeats； the sheer mass of Menzoberranyr troops in the middle of the cavern checked the initial rush of the duergar charge； the two armies tangling in a long line of contact that snaked across the cavern floor for hundreds of yards。 Standards waved and fell； war…lizards reared and plunged； as the great charge bogged down into a thousand individual duels。
Rushing columns of heavily armored duergar pressed through the seams where dark elf Houses met； streaming in and around their desperately battling foes。 Nimor smiled grimly。 The dark elves had very little notion of how to weld their panies together to make an army into a single weapon； but each House contingent was a small army of deadly； seasoned veterans by itself。 The duergar assault had smashed the Army of the Black Spider into twenty smaller forces that swarmed and stung back like a basket of scorpions that had been kicked over。
〃Our victory is still in question； Nimor；〃 Horgar called from above。 〃The cursed wizards have checked our first assault！〃
〃Yes； but you have forced the Pillars； have you not？〃 Nimor shouted back。 〃I'd thought the initial charge would break the Menzoberranyr outright； but it seems the House armies are not so easily swept away。〃
As he surveyed the battle； Nimor thought the gray dwarves； with advantage of surprise； would most likely be able to defeat the Houses of Menzoberranzan in detail； but it would be a long hard day of fighting to reduce the dark elf force。 House Baenre； in particular； had managed to close the Pillars of Woe for the moment； and the longer Andzrel held the pass； the better the dark elves' chances were。
Fortunately； Nimor had taken steps against this very possibility。 The Menzoberranyr seemed heavily engaged to the front with the gray dwarf assault。 It was time to slip his knife between Menzoberranzan's ribs while their swords were locked。
〃Now； Aliisza；〃 he said into the raging air。
Nimor wheeled his mount around； drew his sword； and spurred his war…lizard down into the confused fray。 Mez'Barris Armgo and Andzrel Baenre were somewhere near the center of the fight； and he intended to make sure they did not escape the destruction of their army。
A little less than half a mile away； crowded into a small tunnel that descended from the east toward the upper field at the head of the Pillars of Woe； Aliisza stood with her eyes closed； her mind focused on the spell that allowed her to observe Nimor。 By virtue of the magic she used； she heard his every word as if he'd spoken clearly in a quiet room。 She shook herself and allowed the spell to dissipate。
〃It's time；〃 she said to Kaanyr Vhok。
〃Good；〃 the warlord said。 His pointed teeth were bared in a fierce smile； anticipating battle。 He glanced at the assassin Zammzt； who stood nearby。 〃Well； renegade； I suppose this is your lucky day。 I will throw my warriors against the dark elves； not your duergar allies。〃
Zammzt inclined his head and replied； 〃I assure you； you will not regret it； Warlord。 Destroy this army； and Menzoberranzan will lie naked before you。〃
Kaanyr strode past the alu…fiend and the dark elf to the place where his standard…bearers stood。
〃Sound the charge！〃 he cried。
Instantly； a dozen bugbear drummers struck their instruments； sounding a simple three…beat ruffle； repeating three times。 Thronging the tunnel below； the tanarukks of Kaanyr Vhok's Scoured Legion howled in bloodlust and pressed forward； stamping their feet and clashing their axes as they poured down the tunnel。 Kaanyr drew his own molten sword and joined his charging troops； as his guards and standard…bearers hurried to keep up。 Aliisza caught her breath at the sight； and took to the air to wing after Kaanyr's standard。 A battle like this didn't e along every day； after all。
Ahead of the charging tanarukks； one of the cavern walls on the flank of the Army of the Black Spider seemed to shimmer； and abruptly vanished； revealing a gaping tunnel mouth that had been concealed by a clever illusion。 The screaming horde of slavering tanarukks poured from the hidden roadway； streaming out to take the drow army from behind while the great Houses were engaged by the duergar riders who had e up through the Pillars of Woe。 Aliisza glimpsed Kaanyr's red banner flying proudly at the head of the force； and the Scoured Legion slammed into the battle。
Only a handful of minor Houses stood in the path of the onrushing horde。 The wave of bloodthirsty orc…demons overran them； a spear of red…hot iron punching deep into the army's flank。 Aliisza found herself whooping in exultation and terror； gripped by the terrible spectacle and helpless to express her excitement in any other way。 The Army of the Black Spider was hopelessly entangled in the very battle it did not want to fight； a wild melee in open terrain against the bined armies of Gracklstugh and Kaanyr Vhok。 Like islands in a swirling sea of foes； each House of Menzoberranzan stood alone against a tide of steel and spell； battling for its life。
The alu…fiend alighted atop a blunt stalagmite and stared down at the battle below her。
Ah； Nimor； she thought。 What a great and terrible thing you have done！
Nimor Imphraezl； Anointed Blade of the Jaezred Chaulssin； waded through a scene such as all the devils in all the hells could hardly have imagined。 The blood of dozens of highborn drow mingled on his rapier and splattered his black mail。 His war…lizard was long gone； burned out from under him by a lightning bolt hurled by a Tuin'Tarl wizard； and his limbs ached with fatigue and a dozen minor wounds； but Nimor grinned savagely； giddy with the results of his deadly work。
〃Who has acplished something now； Revered Grandfather？〃 he laughed aloud。 〃Zammzt may have delivered Ched Nasad into your hands； but I have brought low the favored city of the Spider Queen！〃
The battle had raged for several hours。 Instead of holding an impregnable line between the Pillars of Woe； the Army of the Black Spider had found itself beset on all sides by a foe who'd picked the terrain and the moment to strike。 Of course； like a great dumb beast with a mortal wound in its belly； a broken army could take a long time to die； thrashing and convulsing for hours as its blood slowly ran out。 In the battles of the World Above； perhaps the defeated drow would have thrown down their arms and hoped for good terms from the victors。 In the ruthless calculus of warfare in the Underdark； quarter was neither given nor asked。 The gray dwarves had no intention of allowing a single dark elf to survive the day。 The warriors of Menzoberranzan knew that； and they fought to the death。
Some of the smaller Houses were smashed apart and scattered throughout the cavern； leaving drow in pairs or threes to sell their lives as dearly as they could。 Bands of duergar； bugbears； ogres； and other soldiers loyal to the Crown Prince of Gracklstugh roamed the cavern； drunk on slaughter as they hunted the wretched drow whose panies had been scattered by the assault。 Some Houses stood where they were in the great cavern； fighting furiously as the duergar tide rose higher and higher； assailing them from all sides； and some of the Houses held together and tried to cut their way out of the fray； hoping to snatch survival from the specter of a catastrophic defeat。
The soldiers of Barrison Del'Armgo had been driven into a narrow； twisting side…tunnel； and forced from the field。 Retreating through a passage only twenty feet wide； the proud warriors of the Second House held off repeated duergar assaults。 Mez'Barris was penned in and unable to join with any other Houses； while her supplies burned along with the rest of the train； fired by the Agrach Dyrr infantry who had brought up the rear of the day's march。 Del'Armgo would have a long and hungry march home。
House Xorlarrin's pany； well stocked with the potent wizards the House was famed for； was caught near the center of the cavern； far from any place of relative security。 The Xorlarrin mages kept five times their number of duergar at arm's length for most of the day by raising walls of fire and ice； and lashing out with sweeping blasts of destructive energy…but their wizards were tiring； exhausting their spells。 Hundreds of duergar lancers mounted on war…lizards waited for the chance to ride down the Xorlarrins when their arcane defenses failed。
The proud pany of House Baenre； more than five hundred strong； stood like a rock as lesser Houses were shattered and pulled down around them。 As Nimor had predicted； Andzrel Baenre had been forced to relinquish the Pillars of Woe soon after seizing them； and his forces had slowly battled their way across the cavern to the tunnel mouth through which the Army of the Black Spider had marched only hours before。 The Baenre turned their full attention on the Agrach Dyrr who barred escape back down the path of the march。 Quarrels； javelins； and deadly spells flew thick and fast as the two Houses battled furiously。 While the Baenre outnu
