Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 189 39. Dorian’s Adventure (as the name suggests)

"To be honest, my brother, although I don't know what the benefits will be, the risk is too great. I estimate that more than half of them will still be there." Maranur leaned against the cave wall and poured the ice water from the kettle into the He said after applying it on his face to wake himself up.

After listening to Dorian's story, Darkus woke up the snoring Maranur and discussed the next plan.

"And Dorian only mentioned the general terrain there, but he didn't say the quantity! What if the quantity is greater than we expected? What should we do? Fight in or sneak in under the cover of night? Rely on black magic? And Let’s raid Shadow’s camp in the mountains, huh.” After Maranur said a few words, he took out chewing tobacco from his arms and shared it with Darkus and continued, “If there is really something important there. , we might be able to..."

"Pull out the defenders from the strongholds of Khao'ak and Attorak and let them assist us." This is what Darkus planned. He didn't want to play some stealth game and just have to be whatever his identity is.

"I think this is the best way. We have money! Our biggest advantage is that we are rich and powerful. My brother, we can't afford to run into it ourselves."

The discussion was almost done here. Maranur nodded to Darkus, spit out the chewing tobacco, lay down on the sleeping bag again, snored, and fell asleep.

This cave is unusually wide, and the entrance is narrow and hidden. Four Reaper ballistas are guarding the entrance. If there is any movement, the trainers who take turns to guard will fire immediately.

At this time, it was already morning, but the blizzard outside was getting heavier and heavier, with no sign of stopping. Darkus decided to stay in this cave for a day or two, waiting for the blizzard to subside, and then take this opportunity to take a good rest, and Thanks to the previous giant wolf pack, there was still a lot of food and luggage to squander. The meat was sour, as long as it was edible.

"Weird, a little weird, too abstract." Darkus couldn't sleep, pacing silently by the campfire, thinking endlessly. Dorian's story mentioned the Phoenix-Extinguishing Curse, and the story was extremely cliché.

The leader of the mountain people said that it was inherited before they moved to those hills thousands of years ago. The binding curse is a symbol of the leader's sacred right to rule the clan, and it has been passed down from generation to generation. When the eldest son reaches adulthood, the binding curse belongs to him to indicate that he will become the next leader.

The binding curse was indeed passed from the leader to the leader's eldest son. Nothing bad happened between father and son. When Darkus thought about this, he felt even weirder. It was like a cannibal society playing a concession system. People find it funny and incredible. But just a week before Dorian was captured, the leader's eldest son went hunting as usual, but disappeared in a storm.

The leader sent Shadow to search for his eldest son, and eventually found one of his eldest son's boots on the bank of a nearby river. There are many black willows growing in that river, and one of them is the most notorious. Known to the mountain folk as the Willow Witch, the black willow has claimed the lives of many Shadows.

Then Dorian's story begins. Only he can do this job. The leader will not let his second son find it. One is against the rules, and the other is that if the second son is found, the leader will most likely die. The story became cliche again.

Birds screamed on the top of the mountain. On the way Dorian went, he saw a black-haired stag quietly feeding in the bushes. The bushes were full of animals of all sizes. Cheetahs howled in the shadows, hoping to scare their prey into the open, and eagles swooped over the bushes. The winged snake basked in the sun on a high branch, its tough wings spread like a fan, absorbing the faint warmth.

Almost two hours after leaving camp, Dorian began to hear the sound of something heavy slinking through the bushes to his right. When he stopped, the voice stopped. He drew his crossbow and listened as his pursuers slowly but surely approached him.

Finally, Dorian reached the foot of a mountain and found a small clearing ahead. His first instinct was to dash through the thicket, but with his pursuer now on his heels, instinct prompted him to choose a different tactic. Quietly and nimbly he climbed a tree, standing carefully on a trunk still covered with reddish leaves.

Dorian sat there, controlling his breathing, for several minutes. Then, without warning, the bushes parted beneath him. A huge figure appeared in front of him. It was a wild boar with scarred hard fur and two cruel dagger-like tusks.

The boar stayed under the tree for a while, sniffing the air, as if listening to Dorian's voice. After a while, the giant beast looked left and right and cautiously walked into the clearing.

"A wild boar, I was so scared by a wild boar!" Dorian leaned his head against the main trunk of the tree, resisting the urge to laugh, and cursed softly.

Suddenly, there was a crashing sound in the air, and the whole tree swayed like a sapling. Dorian fell from the tree before he could stand still. When a black shadow passed in front of the sun, he desperately grabbed a nearby branch to stop his fall.

There was a loud bang in the clearing, and then the air was filled with piercing screams and grunts.

Dorian climbed back onto the tree trunk and stared at the clearing with wide eyes. The wild boar struggled violently under the claws of a wyvern, howling like a killing pig. The wyvern's mouth was clamped on the wild boar's thick neck, and then the wild boar's neck was broken, blood spread all over the open space, and the bones creaked.

"It has been on top of my head, stumbling across the clearing waiting for its next meal." Under Dorian's gaze, the wyvern raised its head and examined its surroundings, briefly scanning him in the tree. , he smiled weakly at the giant predator.

"I'm too skinny and full of gristle. Be content with the boar under your paws and don't waste your time on a small piece of food like I did."

The wyvern looked at Dorian for a while longer, with a dull and merciless expression, and then it grabbed the wild boar and rose into the air with its shoulders hunched.

Dorian heard the sound of flapping wings in the distance, but it took a while before his violently shaking hands stabilized, and he risked climbing down to continue looking for the river. Once again, he underestimated the steepness of crossing even without heavy armor. Difficulty of rugged terrain on hillsides and foothills.

The climb to the top took a long time, as Dorian struggled to keep his footing on the slippery, icy earth and navigated tangled thorns and dense undergrowth. When he finally reached the top of the mountain, he saw a relatively wide valley, curving slightly to the northeast, with a black river rushing down the bottom of the valley, although he did not see the bend described by the leader.