Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 63 35 Victims

Author: The Fish Daxian who doesn’t know how to swim

Chapter 63 35. Victim

Dacus drank a glass of wine to end today's dinner. After finishing the drink, he asked jokingly: "By the way, my dear brother, do you need me to bring anything to your fiancée?"

As soon as he said this, the children of the Hell Disaster family who were still in the dining area started to boo.

Maranur looked at Darkus in embarrassment and said, "Get out!"

Darkus stood up and made an extremely exaggerated noble salute and said seriously: "I understand, I will convey to her how much you miss her."

"roll!"

As the last rays of sunlight set over the jagged peaks of the Blackridge Mountains, the commoner Druchi and slaves living in Krakarond knew exactly what it meant.

Death came to them at midnight, and as the last glimmer of light passed, screams began to be heard in the Temple of Cain. It was a scalp-numbing piercing sound, a sound mixed with pain and fear.

It seems to be an eternal echo condensed by the last shouts of the sacrificers before their death.

To the north, at the heart of Hal Goncy, stands the greatest temple ever built to Khaine. An eerie red light illuminates the building's windows and spiers, and screams echo from its walls, fleeing.

Into the darkness of night.

Shadows stepped onto the highest balcony of the temple, stepped barefoot across the marble floor, and jumped onto the balcony railing. With an otherworldly elegance, their flowing and fluffy white hair extended to their ankles, covering the red and naked body.

Blood stained body.

The witch Hurley was originally the greatest bride of Khaine. At the moment, she is just a withered old woman because Morathi hid the most profound secret about the use of the blood pool from her. She needs a large number of sacrifices every year to fill her big body.

Pot, however, the effect of each filling only lasts for a short period of time.

She stood above her city, filled with all her splendor and glory, and her laughter resounded through every corner of the Temple of Cain. The laughter soon became cruel and turned into a scream that made the laughter heard.

Every soul is terrified of what is about to happen.

The night of death has begun.

With the banging of doors closing and blocking windows, Kane's bride and witch spirits began to wander the streets. Every Druch wanted to live, and any Druch caught would become their target for Kane.

A glorious death, but no druch wanted to become a victim himself.

The Witch-Elves were born to satisfy Kane's desire for blood and sacrifice. They are the most cruel among the cruel race of Druchi. Their service to the Bloody Hand God is full of blood, and they will draw blood from the chests of their victims.

Dig out the still-beating heart and roast it over the fire, paint the struggling body with scarlet runes, and decorate the altar with the entrails of the dying victim.

At the midnight of death, witch spirits will drink blood wine soaked with poisonous thorns and then fall into a state of ecstasy. In this ecstatic state, they will not take into account their own defense issues at all, and will only think about how to

Tear the enemy apart in a feast of blood. Their battle has no grace at all, and is just slashing with poison-coated swords, full of madness.

Those who are injured but lucky enough to survive will become the playthings of the witch spirits. The unfortunate ones will be torn to pieces in the carnival, and their blood will become the sacrifice of the ever-hungry God of Bloody Hands.

Taste.

Alan's brother is very smart. The other slaves told him about this magical night. He had stored some straw in the pit behind the Golade family stable a long time ago. Now he has got into the pit and used straw.

Cover it up and pray to Salia to see the sun tomorrow.

Leitch appeared fully armed and carrying a serrated sword. He glanced at the pit behind the stable, sneered and left. His target tonight was not this poor little guy, but one of his good brothers.

He has found out who arranged to tamper with the ship. Hal Gancy is bound by the strictest laws of Naggaroth. These laws will only be temporarily abolished when death comes at midnight. Tonight there will be

Revenge with hatred, revenge with hatred!

At this time, Darkus was fully armed and looked back at the Druchi who were following him.

Butler Dia came over and saluted Dacus and said: "Young Master, Young Master Nukel asked me to convey to you that the Calvo family has been pardoned."

Darkus sneered. He didn't know what he was laughing at. Was he being assimilated? Or was he laughing at the head of the Calvo family who had a dead son and had problems with his neck and brain? It didn't matter.

"Tonight! Kill them hard!" Then he waved his hand, and Darkus's followers, Edmund, Carlion, family children and elite family guards rode out on cold lizards.

It was not surprising to hear banging on the door at this night. A small group of witch spirits rushed into an inconspicuous building. They had stepped on the plates many times before. Their crazy screams filled the building.

But there was no scream of terror as they expected in response, just silent silence.

Their leader raised a saw-tooth dagger. She put the tip of the dagger to her lips and silently made a hysterical and morbid movement. The remaining witches and spirits instantly fell silent and also showed morbid and silent smiles.

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"Don't look in the basement, don't look in the basement, don't!"

Suddenly, the sound of heavy breathing came from under the floor and reached their ears. They all grinned. After quickly searching the house, they found a floor door leading down.

Tonight, no victim could escape his fate. The floor door was torn off its hinges by the witch spirits, and their leader ignored the convenient ladder and jumped directly into the darkness. In the corner of the basement, she saw a

A figure cowering in fear.

The leader of the witch spirits grinned, stuck out his tongue, and slowly licked his red lips. With a seductive and vigorous step, she approached the hiding Druch, stretched out her serrated dagger, and slowly touched his cheek.

A cut was made.

Venom flowed in the victim's veins, his eyes widened, and his body went limp. With cheers, the leader of the witch spirits grabbed his hair and began to pull him to the street.

The pain of having my hair pulled was nothing compared to the pain that was about to come.

The victim was thrown into the middle of the street and surrounded by witch spirits. The witch spirits jumped and spun around in circles lightly and nimbly. Each witch spirit would gently cut the victim a little bit. The pain suffered by the victim was magnified a thousand times.

, every caress of the blade seemed to pierce his heart.

The witch spirits continued to dance around the victim, playing with the victim, leaving only small scratches on the surface of his skin.

Last night, I had a slight fever in the middle of the night_(:з」∠)_I swallowed my words...

(End of chapter)