Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 188 38. Statue

At this time, it was already late at night, and the team found an extremely secretive large unowned cave to escape the wind and snow. The team was getting closer and closer to the black triangular mountain.

Darkus gained a lot from the previous battle. In addition to the sword, dragon armor, and Phoenix Extinguishing Curse, he also had the Weeping Blood War Flag that Prince Nagaryth had taken before. That battle flag is also an old object. He plans to go back and find a historical expert in Nagarund to have it appraised. If nothing unexpected happens, he can repair it and keep it for himself. Although he does not have an army of his own yet, he has prepared the corresponding items in advance. Preparation is still required.

After seeing the beast trainers struggling with the trophies, Darkus suddenly had an idea and asked them to use the baggage to temporarily build some sleds. After picking and picking for a while, the trophies were filled to the brim. He also took the corpses and some remains with him, and the team set off when it was almost dark. He didn't want to camp there. What if the dead got up again at night?

The only pity is that Darkus did not find the relevant marching log. He wanted to know the list of members of this disappeared army, and why they came here? And what kind of immortal was that dragon? But in the end, it died without a cure.

Darkus is in a very good mood now. If he can find the dragon egg, he will find it. If he can't find it, there will be Rakas behind him. Anyway, he will bring it to Naggarond and present it to Malekith. What a mess. He can even get a dragon egg. Although he also wants the black dragon mount that belongs to him, he has not yet reached the point of obsession. After all, in addition to the black dragon, there are many other flying mounts in the world, but the style is not so druch.

After eating, Darkus walked over to Colonia, who was in high spirits and sat down.

"My sister, how is that?" Darkus was polite and asked about the curse on his arm.

Colonia didn't say anything, but simply rolled up his sleeves and showed them to Darkus.

"Is there anything I can do to help? My brother." After showing Colonia, he put his arms back into his sleeves and asked directly.

Darkus took out a necklace from his arms and handed it to Colonia. This necklace was also a trophy the day before yesterday. It was in the traditional early elf style. The wearer should have been a female mage during her lifetime.

"Let me guess, you want me to give it to someone else?" Colonia said, spreading the necklace in his hand.

"Yes, my sister, I believe only you can do this."

"It seems this matter is very important? You attach great importance to this matter. Who should you give it to?"

"Marus Blackblade!"

"The youngest son of Hagrid Gravevara Harlehan Fallen Blade. It seems that you really value him. I'm a little curious?"

"It doesn't matter. If I said that he might become Hagrid Grave's night governor in the future, would you believe it?" Darkus moved his body and whispered in Colonia's ear.

Colonia turned to look at Darkus, his eyes turning from dull at first to serious.

"You mean he will become the night governor? I think this is not what you want to see!" Colonia did not say anything immediately, but thought for a moment and then said, "He will block the way of our family. ?And our career?”

Darkus was murmuring in his heart, because the Druchi around him looked the same as usual, but they were all appearances and disguises, and all of them were smart and measured.

Just like that Cowell, Darkus and Cowell, who grew up together, are very familiar with each other. Although Cowell usually laughs and laughs and looks very exaggerated, he is also very smart and is a blank slate next to his brother. Fan, Cowell planned the accidental death of Walter's brother who was serving in the Krakalund army very early on.

Although Darkus is always wary of the Druchi around him, he is not worried at all now that these Druchi will murder him for rights and other things. Although there is a superior-subordinate relationship, the distance is too great. With his status there, if he dies, who can take his place and stand beside Malekith? On the contrary, as long as he is here, he will give these Druchi benefits, such as identity, military exploits, honor, wealth and status, etc. Although he is not the hand of the Witch King yet, he thinks it will be a matter of time. These Druchi It was too late for them to protect him, and the chance of being mad and stabbing him should be very small.

And the most critical point lies in Darkus’ brother and family. As long as we are family, his brother is his safety gate, unless his brother is corrupted by chaos or affected by black magic and other weird things. of mind.

"There is a Chaos Demon in his body. I need to detonate him at the critical moment to let the Chaos Demon come out!"

"Get close to him and give him this necklace at the right time? It's difficult, very challenging! But I like this task! Leave it to me and I will take care of it, my brother." Colonia played with it Necklace, twirling the necklace in his hand, looking at Darkus and saying seriously.

The Darkus siblings talked about other things for a while, and then Genevieve came over and whispered to him that Dorian finally woke up.

"I'm sorry to disturb you at this time. My adjutant, let me tell you some bad news first. The guard who followed you to the mountain camp was killed in the battle the day before yesterday."

"Thank you for telling me this news. I saw his soul return to the Pale Queen's arms during the battle." Dorian said with a dry mouth.

"Have you seen this? My adjutant?" Darkus raised the Phoenix Extinguishing Curse to Dorian's eyes.

"Sir...I have seen it." Dorian tried to raise his head to confirm.

Darkus took the kettle from Genevieve's hand and fed it to Dorian himself. Dorian refused at first, and then drank it flattered, even though Dorian had already drank a lot.

"Don't tell me yet, let me guess? You met that group of mountain people, should he be their leader? No, chief? Clan leader? Forget it, what the hell, it's just a title anyway. "

"Yes, sir, I have not only seen it, I have also held it in my hand for a long time."

"There should be a story behind this, a story that you haven't finished telling, and there are some secrets hidden?"

"Yes, my lord, I would like to share this secret with you now."

Darkus nodded.

Then Dorian started to tell the story. The story started from the night when he was captured. As soon as he sat up, he saw the old Druchi woman sitting by the campfire.

The old woman was old, her alabaster features dull and still, like cold marble. She moved slowly and carefully, as if every movement threatened to crush her to ash. She stretched out her long-fingered hand and took something from the low shelf next to her. She ordered in a low voice, and one of the blind slaves quietly took the thing from her hand and handed it to Dorian.

It was a statue, fashioned from light-devouring black stone, as cold as death itself. The sculpture is of a woman, sharp and slender as a knife, with cold features and sunken eye sockets. The thing's age surrounds it like a layer of frost, and it could be from the Nagaryth period thousands of years ago.

"What the hell is a witch doctor? A prophet? A shaman? It's really a mountain spirit that has degenerated into this bird-like form. And what is the statue? The Pale Queen?" Darkus suddenly thought about it. He had a feeling that that statue It's very important, very important. Maybe it's the key to the Pale Queen's divine realm?

The old woman made Dorian swear by the statue that he would not try to escape the camp while he was a guest there, nor harm those who guarded him. Then he swore, and after being unbound, he had a hearty meal and was taken to another larger tent by the guards.

Once outside, Dorian noticed that night had passed and the sky above was pale with false dawn. Through the gloom he could see that he was standing in a narrow, wooded canyon that ended in a sheer rock wall. Many other yurts are set up among the tall trees around the chief's longhouse, which is a large, permanent cedar log and stone piled from the steep cliff.

"This place is not easy to deal with, and the opponent is a group of shadows. They are attacking the mountain soldiers' barracks in the mountains? It is not easy to deal with." Darkus thought again. He wanted to find an opportunity to do it. For the sake of the statue and Extinguishing Phoenix Binding Curse, maybe three Phoenix Extinguishing Binding Curses spliced ​​together will become a brand new magic item.

The air in the longhouse is noisy and smoky, two large fireplaces dominate the long walls of the building, blue smoke curls and swirls between the cedar logs of the ceiling, and piles of furs and pillows are thrown over thick wicks on grass carpet. At the end of the longhouse, a chief maintains his rule over the clan. He sits on a high throne in the building, flanked by three Druchi female slaves. The poor Druchi women were also blinded and turned into mutes who retained their hearing.

Dorian watched one of the female slaves carefully pour a glass of wine for the chief, and he noticed that the poor female slave was missing two of her thumbs.

After some negotiation, the chief agreed to let Dorian go, but there was a condition! That is to do one thing for him.

"Willow tree witch? Willow witch? Are you making a fuss?"