Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 213 63. For destiny!

Pain and anger exploded in Malus's chest again, spreading throughout his body like a scorching flame. He felt his veins constrict, his muscles twisting like snakes, then they swelled with energy, clinging to the inside of his armor. It felt like a rough beast curled up in his skin, just waking up and hungry for blood. When he threw back his head and howled, the sound bore no resemblance to his own.

"Mother!" Malus roared hungrily, his face filled with ferocious ecstasy, and he wanted nothing more than to hold his mother's beating heart in his hands.

Malus rushed towards his mother, and the low-level sorceresses raised their hands to cast magic. Flames appeared out of thin air and streaked across his chest like lightning. The fire ripped through his breastplate, burning like a blade and cutting deep into his chest, but the beast inside felt almost no pain.

The low-level sorceresses screamed in Malus's deadly sword dance, blood splattered, and torn corpses fell to the ground.

The last low-level sorceress pounced on Malus, her fingers turning into long sharp claws.

However, it was of no use. Malus swung his sword and cut her in half, leaping over the rain of blood and internal organs and leaping towards his mother.

At this time, Eldir had already exited Malus' control, receding like a shadow under the moon.

When his mother disappeared from sight, Malus stormed into the tower roaring with rage.

Druchi, who was watching from the main tower, couldn't help but booed when he saw this scene.

"Maybe my decision just now was a mistake?" Darkus pretended to be embarrassed and touched his nose, questioning himself jokingly.

The Druchi present burst out laughing again. They all knew that this was not a self-denial question from Darkus, but a joke, although the joke was not that funny.

"Five minutes? That should be enough! This is my last mercy." Darkus took out the pocket watch on his belt and looked at the time before saying in a commanding tone.

The whole tower seemed to tremble with the arrival of Malus, who came up the stairs chasing his mother like a hungry wolf. He kept running, seeing nothing but his mother's pale face. He forgot what magic was doing to him, but he could feel his skin melting, his muscles fraying, his armor falling to pieces, shoulder straps burned through, joints torn apart by savage spells, he The smoke from his charred flesh wrapped around him like a shroud, but the beast within him would not give in!

Eldir is always out of reach, gone like a dream.

Malus's feet landed on another flight of stairs, this one steeper and narrower than the others. He is enveloped in darkness, reaching for haunting visions of his mother. Without warning, he emerged from the darkness, the darkness around him dispersed like a shadow, and he found himself standing on the top of the monastery's square tower.

Eldir stood not far from Malus, staring at Malus.

Malus threw himself upon his mother without hesitation, and just as her mother uttered a spell of terrible power, he found himself wrapped in chains of fire. The beast within him roared with madness and hatred, and he writhed and struggled in the grip of the magical restraints, but his mother's magic held him fast.

A shadow fell over Malus, the spell his mother chanted froze the air around him, and invisible, cold fingers dug into his chest. He doubled over, screaming in agony as his mother used her will against the raging spirit within him.

At that moment, there was a dispute of will between mother and son, neither could argue with the other, but Eldir had the power of the monastery to draw upon, and slowly, the power of the beast within Malus began to wane. The beast withered like a fire starved of fuel, growing weaker and weaker under his mother's strength, and he felt his sanity return. He lay on the ground, shaking and unconscious, the murderous flames fading beyond his comprehension.

Then, Eldir pointed his slender fingers at Malus's face and uttered the spell again, and his body burned again.

Lines of transcendent pain burned on Malus's skin. He lay stiffly, completely unable to move under the force of pain. He watched with wide eyes as the twisted flames rose from his skin, and he realized how these strange things formed the shapes of the symbols.

Eldir was burning Nagalia's magic from Malus' body, and when the magic was lifted, Malus's buried sanity resurfaced.

The illusion faded, and Malus was no longer a powerful figure in Hagrid Grave, no longer a Dread Lord, no longer a hero or leader. He is an outlaw who has betrayed his oath and honor. He was like a spent arrow, lying broken on the hard stone, and he was shedding angry tears.

"You... knew I would come?" Malus, with tears streaming down his face, looked up at his mother and asked.

"This was foreseen, I am a sorceress." Eldir stared at her son coldly, and after a moment she said with a smile.

"But why? Why you and not Draka?"

"Time is running out, my son. The Witch King's Hand and Draka knew of your arrival in advance, just like he knew that you would go find the soul dagger, and made a false one in advance to replace the real one."

"What?"

"The city and the night governor are meaningless to a druch like her, not anymore!" Eldir ignored Malus's question and continued to talk to himself, "She doesn't care about Isvar. 's goal, or Verlan's goal, or your goal. Nagalia returned to Hagrid Grave for the purest of motives, revenge!"

Just then, Malus noticed that the sky was tinged with red light and he felt the spire beneath his feet tremble.

Hagrid Grave is burning!

From where Darkus stood, one could see crumbling buildings and pillars of fire rising high into the night sky, vast arcs of fiery destruction cutting through narrow streets and buildings, steam rising from horrific fissures in the earth, edged by The molten stone began to sparkle.

Darkus saw a pure yellow-white light, a ribbon of fire breaking through the ground and gliding across the workshop like a destructive worm. Wherever the ribbon touched, the stone melted and split, and the house burst into flames. The flames scattered as the worms squirmed, and it took him only a moment to realize that the sparks were the burning Drukki corpse.

"Fire of Asuryan! Action!" Darkus knew it was time, and he ordered immediately.

"Nakalia has gathered her worshipers, she has found a spell to disturb the sleep of the city's druchi, and now they are venting their wrath on the city," Eldir said.

"Sleep?" Malus asked, a memory flashing through his mind as Nagalia's admirers silently jumped into the pit.

"This is a huge world. Although we laugh at human beings' stupidity and short life, compared with the time this world has existed, we are only a little older than them. Countless races have come and gone, and countless empires have never existed. The ups and downs in the endless years. Some legends say that a worm empire sleeps in the burning heart of the world, and these outside are just some children and babies." Eldir walked to Malus and looked at the ruins outside. .

"Burrows? Will they destroy the city?" Malus asked, suddenly realizing how the tunnels under the city were dug.

"No stone will remain, which is why you must stop Nagalia." Eldir said, she thought for a moment and then said, "And quickly, the Hand of the Witch King and his powerful group of sorceresses Intervened, you have to get ahead of them.”

"Time is running out, my child. Let's make a long story short. Nagalia tried to kill me because she believed I was the only force in the city strong enough to stop her. She was there when you first arrived in Nagalia. Used her power to mold you into her weapon while on the Gor, fueling the urge with the demon's own energy, but erasing the possession of Zarkhan's memories from your mind so you wouldn't suspect Nothing until it’s too late.”

Malus's face almost twisted into a grimace as he thought about the demon, and he could still feel Zarkhan inside him, weak but omnipresent.

"Zarkan! Do you know?" Malus exclaimed. He seemed to have realized something. The meaning of his mother's words was like a heavy physical blow to him, like being hit by a hammer. On the chest.

"Of course, it was my conspiracy that made you go north!"

Malus was shocked and speechless for a moment.

"Nakalia has been doing your bidding?" As the city died behind Malus, all he could hear were his mother's words, over and over again in his mind.

"I'm sure she didn't think so at first, but yes!" Eldir replied, suddenly reaching out her hand and placing it on Malus's cheek. Her hands were as cold as marble, and even the faint touch made Malus' skin tingle, but Malus did not flinch, and she continued to speak proudly, "You are the culmination of all my efforts, my child. From returning to Hagrid Grave with Lehan, poisoning Lehan's wife and youngest child, to becoming Nagalia's secret patron, everything I have done and more has been to fulfill you !”

"But why? Could it have something to do with the damn prophecy? And my fate?" Malus tried to imagine the mess of operations his mother had described, the scale of which astounded him.

"You decide your own destiny, kid, and good for you, everything in this world is defined by actions and reactions. If you stab a man, he's going to die, isn't he? When a man reacts to his surroundings When the forces of the world react, he becomes a link in a chain of events stretching back to the beginning of the world. When he is stabbed, he dies. This is his fate, don't you see? Nagalia snapped.

"When a person's behavior is affected by the events around him, he is acting according to fate." Malus frowned and asked.

"Exactly, divination has nothing to do with magic, Malus, although it is a gift that few possess. Seers intuitively interpret cause and effect, discerning how future events will unfold. A prophecy is a possible outcome that may occur in a given day. The outcome of a series of events years, ten, or a thousand years later. They can occur of their own accord, or come about by design, if one has the foresight to plan them," said Eldir.

"And you deliberately put the prophecy into practice? You forced this future on me?" Malus's thoughts were spinning rapidly, trying to understand the meaning.

"Yes."

"You sent me into Zarkhan's clutches for a prophecy?" Malus asked with his eyes widened in horror.

"You are my child, Malus. I have the right to treat you as I want." Eldir said coldly.

"If you know so much, if every step of my life has been planned by you before I was born, then please tell me, do you see my future?" Malus struggled with new anger. Some people questioned angrily.

"Your destiny, you mean? Yes." Eldir said, looking at the burning city outside.

"Where does it lead?"

"For your destruction, fire, suffering and slavery."

"O Night Mother! No. You are wrong, Mother. I won't allow it!" Malus whispered, fighting against the rising tide of despair.

"So you rejected your destiny?" To Malus's surprise, Eldir smiled mysteriously.

"Of course!" growled Malus.

"Well, that's easier said than done. For too long, you've allowed yourself to be affected by the actions of others. You live every moment thinking you're too quick or too smart to be affected by the consequences of your actions. But all the while, you put yourself at the mercy of fate and see where it takes you."

"What if I reject fate, or choose my own path... so what?" Malus asked, thinking about his mother's words.

"That will be your decision, and over time you will discover that everything that has happened to you so far has been a gift. You were given great potential, and with Lehane's death, you lose your Everything he ever valued or desired." Eldir looked at Malus with a twinkle in his eye. She grabbed Malus' hand and raised it to Malus' face.

Malus saw thick, slimy black veins and dark, rotten skin.

"Fate can never touch you again unless you allow it. Choose your path, lest anyone else choose it for you, and glory beyond your dreams is within your grasp."

"Very good!" Malus studied his mother for a moment, trying in vain to discern the purpose behind her dark eyes. Slowly, he clenched his fists and said.

"Once you have dealt with Nagalia and retrieved the relic, you must search for Kain's Warp Sword in Hal Goncy. Proceed with caution in the Executioner City, where your brother Urai is waiting for you, He is planning to take this sword as his own. Then you must go to Grond. The real soul dagger is in the hands of Morathi. You must find a way to get it." Eldir said. Taking out a ring from her arms, she put it on Malus's finger, and then said, "Take this, you will not be able to return to Hagrid Grave after tonight. With this ring, whenever When the moon is bright, we can talk to each other. But it seems there is no chance. I predicted your future, but I can't predict my future, but I know I won't survive tonight. This ring will be our mother and son. A souvenir between us! You have to go now! They are already here!"

"Who? Who will kill you? The hand of the Witch King?" Malus asked coldly.

"Yes, they are already here. I will hold them back. You go find Nagalia, and hurry up! The two holy objects are in her hands." Eldir urged.

"Say hello to the Hand of the Witch King for me." Malus glanced at Eldir one last time and smiled bitterly. With that he leapt into the reddened night, his cloak billowing like a dragon's wings as he fell into darkness.

Magic enveloped Malus as he fell, slowing his descent until his landing was no less difficult than walking down the stairs, and he landed without hesitation and began running, toward Nagalia's spire.

Eldir turned around and saw Drusala, who was the first to come out with a black willow staff. She was a little unbelievable, even jealous. She had seen Drusala when she was in Golond, and Drusala's The fate should not be like this, but because of her beauty, she was cursed by Assati and turned into a body that was manipulated or an ugly Medusa, but now Hecate and Assati are two sisters who can't deal with it. The blessings can actually appear on Drusala at the same time.

"I didn't disturb the meeting between mother and son, did I? Dear Ms. Eldir." Darkus slowly walked out of the teleportation, and the sorceresses in front of him had already filed out.

Eldir looked at the other Druchi who came out of the portal. She also couldn't sense their fate. The strange thing was that she felt that some Druchi should have died long ago, but now they appeared. In front of her, standing intact in front of her, she even thought for a time that these Druchi who were supposed to be dead were walking zombies controlled by magic, but they were not!

"It's you!" Until Eldir saw Colonia and Darkus walking out of the teleportation array, she understood everything in an instant. She had met Colonia, the sorceress who briefly appeared with Malus during Hagrid Grave's time. She was even more shocked when she saw Darkus. She seemed to know why Darkus exchanged the fake for the real.

"I would like to solemnly introduce you to you. This is my cousin, Kelio Colonia Hellscourge! A high-level sorceress." Darkus said solemnly.

"The Hand of the Witch King is the conqueror of destiny. You can conquer his destiny, but his destiny will not affect you. Can you let him go?" Eldir lowered his head and asked humbly.

"No! But I will not kill him after all. He does not deserve such mercy! He will continue to follow the fate you imposed on him, just like you guided him and Rohan to find the soul dagger." Dark Wusi looked at Eldir quietly for a while and then said. After saying that, he retreated into the portal and disappeared from Eldir's eyes.

PS: I asked the question again, but it doesn’t seem to mean anything. . .