Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 281 131. Alternation of protagonists

The dark jungle echoed with angry roars as the skinners who reacted again poured from the small fort into the shadows of the jungle.

To Wren, it sounded as if the pursuers were fanning out into a large enveloping circle.

The Drukis ran for a long time, and the shouts of the pursuers gradually became fainter, but his rich experience taught Ren that in the dense jungle, the sound may be deceiving. But he didn't need to stop to figure out his position. Now he only needed to look back. He saw his brother appearing in front of him holding the God's halberd. Then appeared Bainie, Selyle, Maranur and Kradin and so on.

Drucci, who followed up, took action when he was fighting the wizard in Colonia.

At the same time, Ren also heard the familiar sound of the horn. The high-pitched sound of the horn penetrated the jungle, and then there were loud noises from the jungle further away, followed by the uneven roar of the giant beast in response to Darkwu. Sri Lanka's horn.

"Go and report the chart and the situation on the river bank to Lord Darkus." Ren called to Genevieve who was about to turn back to kill. He thought of something and added, "By the way, there is also the lizard. The legacy of human architecture.”

Darkus used the light spell to squint his eyes and look at the chart brought back by Genevieve. The yellowed parchment chart consisted of fine scrawled lines and strange mosaic symbols forming a strange route. He tapped a dot on the chart with his gloved hand. The map showed a route from the west coast of the Isthmus of Lustria to the south, around the Twilight Fortress, and then up north to the mouth of the Kuweizha River, which was not the final destination. .

"The language of the Norscan barbarians, this paragraph says that you need to abandon the ship and walk into the jungle to find a city of lizardmen." Malekith said slowly. After speaking, he stretched out the index finger of his left hand and pointed at an outline. To another long and curved line, this section is specially annotated with strange runic text.

"Queza? Ha! Things are getting more and more interesting!" Darkus recognized the ultimate goal. He snorted coldly and opened his squinted eyes. Then he told Queza's story. Gave it to Malekith,

When Darkus said this, he also felt it was quite strange. Obviously he came out this time to accompany Renn to look for opportunities to complete the trial. Originally, he had planned to take a day off tomorrow and the next day, and then organize a wave of team building. He has already thought about the content of the team building, which is the boss's favorite mountain climbing, climbing in the heavy rain of Lustria. After all, he is not a human now, he is not a human at all. He is going to find the fourth generation. The miraculous existence that the Slann Demon Priest Tenukri said he knew about, Maleshig!

Maybe fate really connected, and he actually got the guidance to Queza during Ren's trial.

Queza is located deep in the lush jungles of Lustria. The war between snakes and rats is now at a low ebb, and the Skaven have not yet appeared in large numbers again. This again refers to the end of time, probably before In the year 2489 of the Imperial Calendar.

Nor did Teto Ikau pull down the comet Casadora from space and smash Queza into such a barren pit that the greedy Lustrian Jungle gave up its claim to the land.

But Darkos soon wondered about something. There were rumors in the lizardman society that there were many ancient creations containing powerful power deep under the desecrated Queza, still hidden in the dark areas there. These had long been forgotten. The thing possesses unimaginable power, at least that's what the old and well-informed Skink Priest of the Great Pyramid of Saint Itzha said.

The arrival of the Old Ones and the founding of the first city, Itaza, were followed by a building frenzy, and it was during this time that Queza was built.

Queza is located at the center of six temple cities that serve as the core hub of the spiritual network founded by the ancient saints, like the intersection of an irregular pentagram.

The collapse of the Bipolar Realm Gate plunged the world into destruction, but as a surveillance barrier against Chaos, Queza miraculously survived after enduring wave after wave of attacks from Chaos Demons, perhaps because of his spiritual connection. An important position in the network protected the city.

But after that, Queza was suddenly abandoned. According to some rumors, Queza eventually fell victim to an incursion by the Daemons of Chaos, while others claim that the city's inhabitants hid in smaller, more defensive parts of the city, where they eventually died of the plague. Others say the great city was ultimately destroyed by demons and infection.

Thousands of years have passed since the fall of Queza, and historical records of chaos and conflict are filled with lizardfolk, leaving even the Slann priests scratching their heads. Then came the Skaven Migration, a clan of Skaven digging from deep underground into the caves beneath the city.

There the Skaven encountered vast underground chambers built by the Slann Priests, who spent much of their time in silent meditation.

As the Skaven gathered their forces and marched against the abandoned city and the surrounding jungle, the vast underground chamber seemed like a custom-built fortress lair to them. But both above and below ground, they were ravaged by new and terrifying diseases that their systems were unprepared to face.

The Skaven died in droves in a gruesome manner, the rodents' bodies wracked by disease, their bellies vomiting bile, and their skin covered in numerous leaking abscesses. Unrecognizable.

Then something strange happened. The original name of this Skaven clan that crossed the Arabian Desert had long been forgotten, and there were no relevant records even in Skaven society. But this Skaven clan eventually transformed into the Plague clan, becoming an alternative in Skaven society.

Then things got even weirder, the plague clan began to rise, and the Skaven truly became the carriers of plague, disease and filth.

When these plague-carrying Skaven reappeared in the Lustrian jungle, they wreaked havoc among the lizardfolk through a plague that swept across the continent. These plagues have not subsided after centuries. The plagues will exhaust the local lizard people residents. Whenever a plague is extinct, a newer and more terrible infection will appear. This process starts over and over again.

This period of plague without relief or forgiveness has continued, and what follows is nothing more than the familiar story of snakes and rats, special prophets, and the ancient saint Sotek who is not an ancient saint.

"No! There is an environment missing! There must be some connection between these things! Otherwise it cannot be explained!" As Darkus was talking, he suddenly realized that something seemed to be wrong.

"Oh?" Malekith, who was listening to the story, came back to his senses and asked with interest, and then continued, "Did you gain insight as the divine choice of the Oracle, or did you?"

"This is not a prophecy, it is the basic logic of the development of things!" Darkus said categorically. He thought for a while and then said, "It seems that our adventure has just begun. We need to understand the connection."

Malekith's orange eyes began to flicker, obviously he was thinking or remembering.

"You are right, my Hand of the Witch King. There is indeed some connection between this. These are obviously skinners who believe in Nurgle and have left a circle in the world. What is their purpose of going there? With that Haken To carry out diplomacy? To travel? Or to look for something? How did those dirty rodents rise? And there must be something magical about Queza as a key node in the Lustria spiritual network!" After a moment, Reasoning Malekith said slowly after following the logic.

"I'm very interested in the next adventure now!" After speaking, Malekith paced in a small area, then he stood there and looked at Darkus and said. After a while, he raised his finger and pointed to a place and said with a smile, "Maybe we should go there and have a look! Maybe we can figure out one of the links. It's very strange there, just like the underwater building in the lake this morning. It’s the same as a city. I’m starting to like this continent a little bit. I’ve been here for three days and I can encounter something new every day.”

"Yes, but the nature of the matter has changed now. It seems that I have to say sorry to Ren. Halfway through the performance, the protagonist suddenly changed." Darkus nodded and sighed, and then said: Kaishou said with a smile.

"My lord, are you coming?" After Malekith finished laughing, Darkus continued to say unscrupulously. Now the only two of them were surrounded by Genevieve, who was sorting out the charts, and the Druchs were all gone. The killing started ahead.

Malekith and Darkus walked to three Ankylosaurus and a Triceratops. Darkus did not let these giant beasts attack rashly, but waited for long-range firepower from the boats on the river beach at the junction of the jungle. No joke.

The pliosaur lurking in the river is also waiting patiently. It is waiting for Dacus to blow the horn again. It knows that after the horn is blown, it will have a delicious meal just like Dacus said.

Black smoke and bright cinder clouds billowed in the sky above the small fortress. Even the rain failed to extinguish the flames and black smoke. It seemed that the skinners had failed to extinguish the burning wooden tower.

Darkus could also see a large group of skinners gathering on the river beach. The boats were rowing wildly between the river bank and the six ships anchored in the river bend. He could even see pale figures running on the deck. .

Chupa Coco, who was fighting in the front, was called back by Genevieve. He looked at Darkus in confusion.

The next moment, the Umak guards belonging to Darkus appeared in the open space.

The leading lizard man held high the strange battle flag, and behind him were nearly four hundred lizard man warriors holding spears or stone clubs. After these years of training and training, they even showed their bloodthirsty looks. With murderous intent and primitive rage, they serve as Umak's personal guards, waiting for Umak's orders.

Malekith's fingers quickly weaved a series of complex and precise gestures, and the magical wind flowing between his fingertips almost became material, drawing imaginary and beautiful trajectories in the air, forming an invisible and terrifying picture. following his intentions. As the spell deepened, the outer layer of his midnight armor began to emit a faint light, like a star twinkling in the dark night, like the wind of Aegir flowing on his body. This beam of light gradually strengthened and enveloped his body, forming a dazzling halo.

Malekith's orange eyes suddenly became hot and sparkled with blue lightning. He raised his arms high, with his palms facing the sky, and a powerful Aegir Wind surged out of his body. He completely released the gathered Aegir Wind, forming a strong and terrifying energy beam.

Under Malekith's guidance, the energy beam quickly focused. The sea began to roll, and rough waves surged up.

At the same time, the sky also became weird. The sky was covered with dark clouds a second ago, and lightning cut through the dark night sky, illuminating the entire river beach.

The next second, darkness covered the pale lights on the boats and enveloped the entire river beach. Black mist filled the air, swallowing up all light, plunging ships and soldiers into endless darkness.

In another second, the river beach returned to its original appearance, and the flash of lightning cut through the dark curtain, revealing a terrifying scene.

The world kept changing as Malekith laughed wildly, and then his spell became demonic and hoarse, and his deep voice echoed in the night sky, like a call from hell. Every syllable is full of destructive and violent power, making people fearful. A black energy condensed between his fingers. The energy was like the gravity in a black hole, swallowing up the surrounding light.

Malekith's will pulled this powerful energy and condensed it into a rotating pillar of power. This columnar magic enveloped the wooden ships, like an invisible giant hand, grabbing the ships tightly and rolling them to the shore mercilessly. Another black energy condensed between his fingers. Deha energy was like the gravity in a black hole, swallowing up the surrounding light.

Although the darkness blocked the light, it did not swallow up the sound. The water began to churn violently, forming a huge whirlpool, swallowing up the surrounding calm.

Suddenly, the sea surface rose sharply, forming a huge wall-like wave. It towered into the clouds, like a giant's giant hand, and it rushed towards the river beach with the patrol boats cruising around.

The skinners on the patrol ship were screaming wildly, trying to override the ship and leave. Under the orders of the officer or the boatswain, the sailors who climbed up the ropes to pull the sails were constantly thrown out of the sea by the shaking ship. Finally, the skinners on the ship The man could only cry out in despair and helplessness.

Darkos felt that the Holy Soul Reef on his chest began to tremble with the tsunami sweeping in the distance. The tsunami carried destructive power and boundless pressure. The tsunami made a rumbling roar, like the sound of the heaven and earth collapsing, which made people's hearts tremble.

When the tsunami approached the river beach, countless waves broke like sharp knives, and the spray of water formed an icy curtain of fog. The power of the tsunami continues to grow, and the desire to devour all life is spreading within it.

Under the huge waves and the erosion of Deha's energy, the hull became invisible, and the structure began to rot and break. The hull tore, the boards shattered, making a terrible and sour cracking sound. It seemed to be destroyed by the hand of darkness, and it seemed to be shattered by a wild tsunami, like a fragile bamboo basket.

The skinners who were still running on the boat were instantly knocked down, and their panic and helplessness were etched on their faces in a short time. Their figures gradually disappeared into the darkness, and their screams and calls for help were swallowed up by the darkness and the roar of the tsunami, and could no longer be heard.

The boats and supplies on the river beach were swallowed up by the sea water and washed to pieces. The entire river beach became chaotic under the raging tsunami. The endless water flow and violent waves instantly turned this land into a ruthless swamp country.

The power of the tsunami frightened Darkus, and the destructive power and death brought by the tsunami were irresistible. He was shocked by the scene in front of him, and he felt as if he had achieved some strange achievement again. He had seen volcanoes erupt, he had seen avalanches, and now he had witnessed a tsunami.

At this moment, Darkus could think of a reenactment of the scene at the mouth of the Kuweizha River. At this time, Malekith only caused the violent storm in the sky of Lustria and the turbulent Aegir wind in the sea. , when the time comes, it will be more than that simple, it will be the second-generation Slann magic priest who takes it seriously, using the wind of Aegir between heaven and earth and the spiritual network of Lustria to cast spells.

The Holy Soul Reef was still trembling in Darkos' chest, and he couldn't figure out the mechanism. It was because there was a Lord of Faith Abyss on the ship. After the death of Marcelan's believers, their souls were collected by the Holy Soul Reef. Or was it pure? Because of this devastating tsunami. He felt uneasy for a moment. As a transcendent item, the Holy Soul Reef can also cast a tsunami of this level, but there are many restrictions. To put it bluntly, he is a Druchi warrior after all, not a Druchi warlock. The power does not come from himself. He knew clearly that Malekith cast three large spells in one day, two just now, first the tsunami, and then the darkness.

"Go and kill all those Chaos believers! For the big plan!" Darkus roared angrily after reacting. His voice even overwhelmed the screams on the river beach and the fighting in the small fortress. Then he took a deep breath. Sound the trumpet again in one breath.

The injured skinners were dragged out to sea by the fading waves, and some were lucky enough to be pushed ashore by the following waves. They groaned and twisted their bodies, grabbing at the splinters of wood protruding from their arms, legs, and torsos. What awaited them next was the angry hiss of the lizard-men, the roar of the giant beast, and the sound of the pliosaur rising out of the sea to feast and writhe.

Everything that happens next has nothing to do with Darkus. He will not easily deign to chase those skinners to chop them down now. At least in this situation tonight, he is not needed anymore.

In the absence of Darkus, his brother Maranur will be responsible for presiding over the work and finishing the work. Kalien, who has now become a high-level beast trainer, needs to coordinate the giant beasts, and Chupa Coco needs to coordinate his Uma. Ke guard. He called out Frannes, Baine and Selile who were enjoying the killing in the fortress. The three of them were relatively powerful in the team, and then called Drusala back.

Originally, Darkus thought for a moment and was about to call out two more people, Sirsis and his son, and Garroth, to organize an elite chopper team or something, but Malekith stopped him.

In Malekith's words, six people are enough to attack a castle. Even six are more. They only need two of them. He is responsible for cutting, and Darkus only needs to be responsible for watching from the side, just like yesterday. .

Starting tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, there will be something interesting to see and hear

Everything in the book that seems outrageous or made up can be found to have some basis. . It doesn’t just come from Zhangkou

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