Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 1 1. Determined to be a mentally ill person

Boundless thick fog enveloped the three-masted ship, and the light shining through the portholes became weak and gray.

Darkus, who had been in a coma for two days, woke up to the sound of waves lapping against the hull of the ship. After waking up, he lay on the bed panting, his back soaked with sweat, and the fragmented memories in his mind kept overlapping and intertwining, as if they were trying to tear his soul apart. He stared blankly at the black pine deck above his head, unable to accept the fact that he had traveled through.

"MMP! I just picked up the new car!"

Darkus, who had been lying for a long time, calmed down, then struggled to sit up and looked at the simple luxury cabin. There are several exquisitely crafted purple silk robes and brown thick leather katan hanging in the wardrobe without cabinet doors. The candles in the candlesticks on the table have long been melted and extinguished. A complete set of plate armor forged from black steel is displayed on the armor rack. On the weapon rack are There are noble curved swords, messer knives and a Druchi halberd nearly two and a half meters long. Next to it is a set of pear wood dressing tables and round drum stools with different styles. On the table are placed bronze mirrors, wooden Hairdressing and makeup.

Darkus immediately reached out and touched his crotch, and sighed in disappointment: "It's not bad." Then he sat up with his legs crossed and put his hand on his chin to look at the Persian vase carpet on the floor.

"What kind of weird style are these? Yes, they were all looted and put to good use."

Darkus began to recall: "I was convinced by this guy. He actually fell into the sea when he went to the toilet. What's wrong?"

"Is it actually the medieval Warhammer world, or is it the Dark Elf Druchi? The Nagaros slave-owner gang? How do you say that? Bretonton is an old farmer, Sylvania is a blood slave, Druchi is a slave, and Ska Wen will be the slave rat, and the green skin will be the bastard, the ultimate honor!"

Darkus smiled bitterly and continued to recall: "Fortunately, this brother is a Druchi noble, and he is a big noble. He has no biological brothers and sisters, and has an unreliable cousin. Uncle Dulias is The Admiral of the Dark Ark of the Malevolent Temple. Clan Mother Annasara is an old woman over 6,000 years old. She is the night governor of Krakarond, Morathi's best friend, Druchi's powerful spellcaster, and Hecate, the goddess of magic. Servant. Young Master Nukel is an old man over 5,000 years old, Valahar of Krakarond, a famous fear lord and master of Druchi tactics."

"Good guy, black magic is so awesome! It's so good at it."

"Krakalon was first ruled by three night governors. After a "Byzantine" political struggle, the military and political power of the city is now fully controlled by the Hell Calamity family. Those who opposed it were either killed or fled to Black Ridge. The mountains have become a shadow."

"Duluqi has only five core cities built on the basis of the Dark Ark, plus the fortress city of Golond that defends the northern barbarians. Krakalond is mainly responsible for shipbuilding and making the Dark Ark, and providing food to other cities. What is this concept? This is the town of Wei Bofan without the overseas combat debuff, the Anatolian Military District of Eastern Rome."

"System! System! Where are the promised benefits for time travellers? No, if the Warhammer World had a system, it would be very Tzeentch. This noble status might be Goldfinger."

The noise on the ship became louder, and Darkus glanced at the porthole. It was foggy outside, and there were sounds of wiping the deck and moving around above his head.

"If you want to survive in Drukhi society, you have to be a lunatic and a psychopath. If you act like a normal person, you are a psychopath. It's time to face a new life!"

After speaking, Darkus stood up staggeringly and put on the thick leather Kaitan and silk robe.

"Fortunately I don't get seasick."

At this time, there was a slight knock on the door. A young female Druzi said: "Sir, are you awake? Do you need breakfast?"

Darkus went to open the door and saw a young female Druzi wearing a tight black silk dress, holding a dining table at a sword's length from the door.

When the female Druzi saw the cabin door open, Darkus revealed half of his body expressionlessly, and said with a look of surprise: "Good morning, sir, are you feeling better?"

Darkus looked at her calmly, as if looking at forty gold bricks, and said in a hoarse voice: "Good morning, Alyssa. Is there any water?"

Alyssa said eagerly: "Sir, yes, there is some soothing soup I made for you. Do you want me to push the dining car in?"

Darkus nodded, stepped aside, and walked back to the table. Alyssa lowered her head and slowly pushed the dining cart to the table.

Then she slowly stepped back. When she reached the door, Alyssa said, "Sir, just call me if you need anything." After that, she slowly closed the door.

Darkus complained: "You don't even have to bring an attendant on board the ship, you have to have a sorceress serve you."

"People are iron, food is steel, ogres eat iron and chew steel."

As he spoke, he put the food in the dining car on the table. Pickled salted fish of unknown type, white bread, beef and mushroom soup, quiche, thick black soothing soup, and a bottle of water.

"Speaking of, what does Druchi eat? This question is too high-end. Only how does Malekith go to the toilet, and how many people in Druchi can compete with it. It's really good! There is no dark cuisine, like what is so exciting Unappetizing horse patties, pickled fish meat and forest spider spinnerets sandwiched between two slices of toasted sweet bread. Cold fart brains, bread made from Tomb King bone meal. Show off, show off."

Darkus drank half a bottle of water first and began to eat, thinking while eating.

"Is this dark soothing soup? Was it an accident that fell into the sea before? Or is someone trying to cause trouble?"

Darkus ate the bread, looked at the bowl of soothing soup, and carefully thought about his fall into the sea two days ago.

"I was standing on the side guardrail to urinate and was blown down by the cross wind? Is it so outrageous? I am a freelancer who has never gone to high school. I also know that you should go to the bow and stern of the toilet on a sailboat. This is a member of the Takaia family. The three brothers and sisters were found by my cousin. They were going to the Kingdom of Charis in Ulthuan to complete the family's traditional white lion ceremony. After that, they assisted me in completing the trials of the Haxiya voyage. The crew and soldiers were all from the family. I I am not some illegitimate Black Blade, I am a direct descendant of the Hell Calamity family. If something happens, everyone on this ship will be buried with me."

After finishing breakfast, Darkus scooped out the viscous requiem soup with a spoon and poured it out the porthole. He sat in front of the dressing table and looked up at his face. He tied his long black hair back into a ponytail. He wore the black steel Haderika around his neck and three spiritual rings on his pointed ears.

In the bronze mirror, the purple eyes unique to the pure Nagareth bloodline exuded a demonic look, and there was a hint of indifference and cruelty on his sinister face. He smiled at the mirror, with an indescribable evil nature. Haderika lowered her head and caressed her chest. The scarlet family emblem of a multi-headed snake entwining around the Tower of Destruction was engraved on the card.

"This big gold chain is fine."

He stood up, put on the noble curved sword, and walked onto the deck carrying the Druchi halberd.

"The game begins!"

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The four main characters of the Hellscourge family are from the 7th edition of the Dark Elf Military Book.