Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 237 87. The cold-blooded Morathi

(It’s interesting to talk about the Huns, it has a lot of popular science content)

Darkus covered his nose and crossed his legs casually, looking at the illegal immigrants who were some distance away from him.

This was the last illegal immigrant. There were six kneeling in a row at the beginning, and five of them had their throats cut and bled by Dorian with a razor blade.

Dorian was still holding the illegal immigrant's dirty and dirt-filled hair tightly with his gloved right hand, and muttered viciously at the illegal immigrant in a language that Darkus did not understand.

Darkus suddenly lost interest, stood up and raised his head at Dorian, who was still asking about something, then opened the curtain and walked out of the tent. After walking out of the tent, he let out a breath and felt like he was finally alive.

"My Ancient Saint! I would rather sleep with a bunch of stinky little naughties than enter this tent again." Walter, who followed Darkus out, said quickly, and then He started breathing heavily.

"Have they never had a bath since they were born?" Cowell said with disgust, doing the same action as Walter.

"You can go in again and ask the Hun personally on Dorian's behalf, or lie on the Hun's body and smell it." Darkus said casually.

Cowell laughed dryly, knowing that this was Darkus joking, and then all the Druchi present laughed loudly.

This is already the fourth day of the Battle of Golond. Dakoos, who is squatting in the walled city, is still doing nothing. When he is idle, he puts together the tongues he caught a few days ago. He wants to get rid of these illegal immigrants. He asked for some information to relieve his boredom, not to mention the enemy's military deployment, even the customs and customs.

It is understood that these Huns all come from a tribe called Kui. They are quite good at light cavalry and have bred tough ponies on the cold hillsides. These ponies are designed to ensure endurance and survival in harsh climates. Raised so that they could survive in the South where the larger war horses would starve to death, they would ride these horses into battle when they attacked the more civilized lands of the South. Another note: these horses were fed a mixture of grain, human blood and meat. , making them ferocious and unpredictable, and of course, don't worry about digestion issues.

But "good at" is also relative. Druchi's dark riders are not used to these Huns' problems.

Although the Huns are a race that is good at nomadic herding, fishing and hunting, they can only be regarded as primitive hunters, gatherers and herders. Among all the races living in the far north, the Huns may be the most primitive race, and even the most primitive. There is no concept of basic forms of civilization. On the contrary, these wandering Huns plundered and fought everywhere in order to maintain their lives.

The Huns have lived in the saddle for generations, and some say they were even born on the saddle. Each member of the tribe carried a filthy tent and all necessary supplies on his stout pony. They did not have the rich navigation experience of the Norscans. They did not even know how to build a bridge to cross the river. Instead, they liked to pile their belongings on the back of the horse and swim across by holding the horse's tail.

The strange thing is that the Huns believed that all members of their tribe were equal and there was no distinction between men and women. But do both men and women harm themselves to make themselves look scarier, or more lovable?

Obscure legends speak of a Hunnic city hidden somewhere in the mountains of the Chaos Wastes. This place is said to have been a great center of their worship and guarded the treasures that the Huns had plundered and stolen since their emergence. More than one treasure hunter set out from Cathay, Kislev and Naggaroth in search of these hidden cities, only to never return.

Like the Kurgans, the Huns were a mobile people, so their tribal boundaries could not be marked by simple boundaries on a map. They are known for their treachery and cannibalism, as well as killing others they encounter. They are also a crafty race, cunning in their dealings and quick to double-deal. For example, they might surround a small town and promise to leave if the women are handed over. Once the townspeople complied with their wishes, the Huns massacred the townspeople and burned all the buildings, just because they could.

The Huns had a penchant for fine things, plundering gold, silk, and even ornate decorative rugs, which they proudly displayed whenever they set up camp. They consider bonds and bargains with other races irrelevant. They saw no dishonor in breaking these pacts, or indeed killing each other, and thus gained a reputation for cunning, deceit, and treachery.

In fact, the Cathayans use the term "what the Huns say" to mean a worthless promise. The Kurgans also spurn the Huns. In the words of the Kurgans, "Never trust the Huns, destroy and eat them, yes, never trust them." 』

The northernmost part of the medieval mortal world was a desolate chaotic wasteland, not the Arctic Ocean. It can be understood that the entire frozen Antarctic pole reversed and appeared in the north. Some Huns tribes were active in the north of Cathay, while others immigrated illegally to the north of Nagaros through the land bridge.

Cathay built a wall in the north and was closely related to these Huns, and of course the Kurgans.

The Huns would raid their neighbors, launching attacks against the walls of Cathay or the strongholds of Druchi. They are almost always at war, and the reason for this is simple. They believe their purpose of existence is to fight, kill and massacre. Fighting among their various tribes, the Kurgans and others, they glorified themselves and their dark gods.

The Huns believed that gods lived within all things, and when lightning struck, they would see the image of the blood god. Amid their own wreckage, they saw the God of Decay. Therefore, they did not have the habit of keeping shrines or altars, but they would build megaliths like the Kurgans. These filthy Huns thanked their gods by praying to their rude idols, or by rubbing meat and soup on their horses' coats at mealtimes.

Of course the latter happened very well, the Huns were in places that didn't usually produce much food so their diet was shocking. They will devour game and fish, but when prey is scarce, they feed on rats, insects, and even body lice. Some witnesses said that these barbarians even devoured the placenta of postpartum mare, drank horse blood, and even turned into ogres when necessary.

This abominable behavior was compounded by the filthy conditions in which the Huns lived, as they refused to wash their bodies or clothes or bury their garbage, which they believed would anger their gods.

After a while Dorian came out of the tent and began to curse.

"The Huns represent everything I hate about humans, they are full of mutations. Short, fat and neckless, they are made even uglier by self-mutilation. These people never bathe, they reek of a horrible stench and are covered in themselves. Their excrement and filth are no different from beastmen from a distance, they stink, they are fools, they are too easily corrupted by Chaos."

"It's so careless." Darkus said nothing while listening to Dorian's scolding, but shook his head and thought about other things. He thought of Malekith's upcoming attack on Ulthuan in 2300 of the Imperial Calendar. At that time, Morathi used some strange means to control the Huns, but of course these are not the point.

The point is that Darkus remembers that Morathi seemed to have slept with the chief at that time? And it seemed that there was more than just one. He couldn't understand for a moment what this was all for. Maybe it was maternal love, for her son? Or something else? Who can understand Morathi's brain circuit? Maybe that's the only one?

"Experience tells me that next time I need to communicate with them in a well-ventilated environment." Darkus said with a shrug.