Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 287 137. That’s nonsense, isn’t it?

Darkus has been running, or in other words, being chased. Fortunately, this strange place did not mess with him, such as making him run on the spot, and then the monster behind him chased him closer and closer.

The tower has no high walls or majestic gates. The only dark portal at the bottom of the featureless building is open as if to welcome Darkus' arrival. The flowing magical wind kept stinging his skin. The closer he got to the tower, the more he could feel the twisted power contained in it.

"What kind of hanging place? I hope it's not a maze or something like that." Darkus cursed and walked in quickly. He didn't want to stay for a second longer, but he still had to bravely walk in. Maybe it’s life, or the joy of adventure.

Darkus fell silent as he walked through the last few steps between him and the tower and into the open doorway, a feeling of dread coming over him.

Passing through the door was a relatively short corridor, leading to what Darkus initially thought was some kind of open-air gallery. Green light filled the tower, seeming to come from all directions at the same time. When he reached the end of the corridor, he pulled out his The Scarlet Sword pushed open the room.

"Damn!" Darkus was really angry this time.

Darkus saw three dark wooden doors in the room, one on the left, one on the right, and one directly in front of him. The polished door knockers gleamed in the light. After he finished cursing, he began to look at each door in turn, and as he did so, he had an inescapable feeling of being watched.

"The door is the same, no markings, no obvious footprints on the ground, nothing showing the right path, just like the corridors and rooms that appeared in my dream, am I asleep again? In a strange Is the realm asleep?" Darkus was amused at the end.

"Ah~ My dear Darkus, all paths lead to the center of the labyrinth. As you said, this is not a test of the body, but a test of the mind. Are you sure you are ready to enter the labyrinth? This labyrinth is conscious, and it even studies you as you study it. Maybe if you let it, it will destroy you." After observing for a while, Darkus seemed to be talking to himself like a schizophrenic. teased.

"There's nothing we can do about standing like this." After Darkus said this, he walked straight to the opposite door and opened it.

There was only darkness in the distance, and a deep emptiness attacked Darkus, pulling him into the all-encompassing embrace of darkness. As if it was like a loading scene, he felt a cold wind blowing on his face, and he gradually Fall into darkness.

A soft weight pressed against Darkus's side, arms wrapped around his chest, rising and falling with the rhythm of his breathing. After he opened his eyes and took a look, he performed a dying illness directly on the messy silk sheets. He sat up in shock. If it weren't for his poor physical skills, he would have wanted to do a 360-degree Thomas' turn on the same spot.

The air is cool and scented. The bed was low and wide, made especially for Druch, and surrounded by layers of gauze hangings. Through the transparent curtains, Darkus could see a pale arch of light across from the foot of the bed.

Everything else fell into shadow, and the woman on the bed moaned softly in her sleep, lazily turned over and continued to sleep. The faint light outlined bare shoulders and part of an alabaster cheek, and the lips were an astonishing purple, as if they were smeared with poison.

Darkus was startled by the sight before him, and he stumbled awkwardly from the bed onto the dark stone floor. The cold shock of the cold tiles made everything clear, and he was in a richly furnished bedroom somewhere in Naggaroth.

How else to explain the strange quality of the woman on the bed, the furniture, the gray slate tiles, or the light that pours into the room through the curtains?

When Darkus was thinking, he suddenly saw some movement in a dark corner of the room. He hurriedly looked around for weapons and saw his scarlet blade on an expensive sofa next to the bed. The sword screeched coldly from its scabbard as he crossed the room toward the source.

After a moment Darkus thought he saw the shape of a hooded figure, but a deeper shadow among the black folds of the hanging curtains, and as he cautiously reached the corner he probed with the tip of his sword. Heavy curtains, indeed no one was there.

Darkus turned around, but he did not lie on the bed again. He put the scarlet sword on the sofa again, and began to walk to a table without thinking, and took a wine glass from the silver tray. , just when he was about to pour himself a glass of wine to calm down, a woman's voice suddenly came from behind. As the woman's voice sounded, his spine trembled.

"Come back to bed, you villain, I'm cold!" said the woman.

"Would you put on more clothes when it's cold? Or use magic to heat it up!?" Darkus did not turn around and look at the woman, but continued to pour wine by himself. He wanted to be more urgent now. He needed a drink to calm down as he adjusted to the incredible sight unfolding before him.

"Does this count as another strange achievement for me? Have I come to this world to achieve feelings?" After drinking the wine, Darkus didn't want to turn around, even though he could smell the fragrance emanating from his body. ,even though……

"Your years of planning finally succeeded, why did you flinch when you saw the fruits?" The woman on the bed laughed when she saw that Darkus didn't turn around.

"Sorry, I don't understand what you are talking about?" Darkus, who did not turn around, said slowly after drinking another drink.

"What did you say? How could you say such a thing shamelessly? My only son was killed by you, and now the entire Nagaros is yours! No Druch dares to do anything to you. This Isn’t that what you’ve been working towards for so many years?”

"That's nonsense, isn't it?" The woman's words brought Darkus back to the edge of his thoughts. He carefully placed the cup on the tray, for fear that the cup would fall off his trembling fingers. Moving as if in a dream, he walked to the window opposite the bed and pulled the heavy curtain aside.

Lead-gray light poured into the room, and Darkus saw Grond's unique diamond-shaped city wall outside the narrow window. He stood there and looked down at Grond. He quickly judged that he should be in the The upper level of the Tower of Prophecy.

"Is this your bedroom? I shouldn't be here." After looking at the scenery outside the window, Darkus heard the sound of the woman moving. After he sorted out his thoughts, he slowly turned around and said to the woman. .

The light from the window shines on the curtains hanging on the bed, making the curtains more transparent and clear, and the silk floats on the woman's smooth skin.

"Stay with me for one more day, what difference does it make one day later? In fact, everything in Nagaroth is already yours."

As the woman moved, Darkus saw the outline of her body, her beautiful yet somewhat heroic face, her toned figure, her powerful arms, her well-developed back muscles, and her lines were like the sculptures of the Pantheon. , the muscles of David and the waist of Venus, and of course the plump bulge and back. She walked slowly towards Darkus in the leaden light, wanting to reach out and grab Darkwus. Sri Lanka.

Darkus felt that his lips and throat were dry. He knew why so many elves went crazy for this woman and became lackeys. Fear and desire struck him equally intensely, desire racing through his nerves like fire.

"Those Druchi who are loyal to Malekith will kill me for this." Darkus said somewhat incoherently.

"Them? They don't dare! Who in Naggaroth can defy the will of the Witch King's Hand? And the Bloody Hand God has chosen you, and the winner will get his spoils." The woman looked at Darkus in confusion, Then she split her purple lips and said with a smile.

The strange thing is that as the woman got closer and closer, Darkus did not fall into desire and could not extricate himself. Instead, fearful emotions emerged in his heart. He looked at the woman who was almost close to her and smiled.

"Don't worry! You're so cold, your son won't die." Darkus also grinned at the woman and said with a smile.

Suddenly Darkus wanted to achieve something again. The next second after he finished speaking, he swung his right uppercut and hit the woman's chin hard.

"Fuck!" Darkus cursed angrily, because at the moment when his fist was about to hit, he fell into darkness again. He knew that this achievement had failed for the time being, but don't worry, there is still a long way to go.

If it doesn’t work in fantasy, let’s do it in reality!

Darkus smelled the stench of blood and mangled corpses.

There were many Druchi in the room, some alive and some dead.

Pre-prepared magical flames spurted out from all sides of the room along the pipes, and then the battle began.

Xiersis was lying on the ground, his head still trying to turn, and his blood was flowing out from the terrible wound on his chest. He wanted to say something, but the blood filling his mouth made him unable to speak. .

A Druchi wearing strange armor slowly walked towards Sirsis holding a long sword of the gods.

When Darkus saw the long sword of the God in Druchi's hand, he immediately recognized the Lustrian-style armor that Druchi wore.

Druchi, who was dressed strangely, knelt down on one knee beside Sirsis, said something that Darkus could not hear, and then thrust the god's sword into Sirsis' body. The moment he stood up, Darkus recognized who this was. This was clearly the eldest son of Silsis, Dorian Silver Blade!

Immediately, Darkus looked around, and he felt the emotions of victory and fear intertwined. A large number of Druchi were scattered in the room, and the Druchi who were still standing were loyal to him. He saw many familiar faces.

Among the Edreze trio, there is also a familiar yet unfamiliar figure of Darkus, who is besieging the defeated Coran Blackhand. Coran's left hand is dangling feebly, and his right hand is holding a scarlet halberd. The last stubborn resistance.

Following the movements of the figure, Darkus recognized who it was. It was not Genevieve, but a female Druch. He had seen it before in Grond. She was Hagrid Ge. Sisters of Killing in Leif Arena, Shakala!

Soon after, with the death of Coran, the Druchi who were loyal to Malekith fell.

The thick walls of the room seemed to be filled with a sound, which was the unwilling roar emanating from the throats of thousands of Drukhi dignitaries, rolling like waves.

In the center of the room, an elaborate suit of full-body plate armor and a Doomblade rest on a blood-filled oak stand.

Ren and Walter stood there waiting, their cruel faces covered with blood and sweat, and their eyes shining with the joy of victory. They seemed to be waiting for the new king to be crowned.

Darkus is still wearing his classic skin, the aristocratic long slope with purple on the outside and crimson on the inside. There is no Haderika around his neck, and there is no scarlet sword hanging on his waist. He walked towards the armor and weapons uncontrollably. He ignored the dead Sirsis lying on the ground. Just when he was about to reach out to touch the armor, a voice passed through the air and pulled him away. return.

"Don't touch! Don't take anything away, and don't let his blood stain your clothes, otherwise the ancient armor will swallow you up." The voice was both deep and calm in this room full of battlefield atmosphere.

Everything around him seemed to be frozen. Darkus stopped and turned to the place where the sound came from. A hooded figure stood beside him. The figure exuded an aura of mysterious power hidden in a heavy black robe. Down.

"We just met! Who are you?" At this moment, Darkus knew that what he saw in the room before was not an illusion.

"Your victory is not over yet, Darkus. If you put on the Midnight Armor, you will accept Druch's loyalty, so that no one can challenge your rule." The cold voice came from under the hood again. out.

"Why are your words inconsistent? Then should I touch or not?" Darkus said angrily. He has now fully reacted.

"I'm dreaming? Really?" Seeing that the figure didn't speak for a long time, Darkus continued to ask.

"It's true! All of this is true, you did it, Darkus. Do you doubt yourself now, are you on the verge of the greatest victory?" The figure slowly stepped forward and replied.

Darkus took a deep breath, trying to control the doubts that threatened to overwhelm him. He knew that once he put on the Midnight Armor and picked up the Blade of Destruction, all the Druchi dignitaries in Nagaros would kneel down and swear an oath in front of him and dedicate their annual loyalty to him. The dignitaries believed that he was a wizard. king. Once the oath is sworn, he will complete the transformation from the Hand of the Witch King to His Majesty the Witch King. At that time, the entire Nagaros belongs to him, and his usurpation is complete!

"Time, this is an illusion, several uncertain lines downstream of the river of time. This is not real, I am lost in the maze, and this grandson has trapped me."

Darkus was eager to succumb to the feeling of power, but he quickly realized that he was keen on adventure and operations because he longed to gain power. Although he liked the Blade of Destruction, he only wanted to be pure. The fundamental reason why he likes the shape and demon-breaking properties of the Destruction Blade is that he likes knives, not swords. This is just a simple preference, not the political significance behind this weapon.

The power in the current illusion is not what Darkus wants. Why should he become Malekith's successor? What's the purpose of doing this? Rule over Naggaroth? Dominate Druch? Or King of Ulthuan? What’s the meaning?

Everything Darkus does is to have fun and make the impossible possible, and he doesn't want his soul to return to the arms of Slaanesh after his death. He wants this fucking world to continue.

And Darkus had a way out, so why was he so impatient to venture to the Lustria continent? Just to find possible escape routes. At worst, he would wander around the continent of Lustria and the southern rainforest of the Old World all day long with the lizard people. He wouldn't starve to death anyway, because he was Umak of the Ancient Saint.

Is this world destroyed? Destruction is destruction. Anyway, Darkus has worked hard. If the sky falls, there will be someone tall to hold him up. He can just follow the lizard man's spaceship and escape. Before he dies, let the Slann Demon Priest seal his soul. Now, if you continue to use Zefu Lizardman as an artifact or holy weapon, you might be able to renew your relationship with Malekith, mother and son. Why did he choose the worst possible path? What does it mean to be the follow-up to Malekith?

"Is this my future? Is this kind of glory waiting for me in the years to come? But what about the meaning? What about the meaning of whether I touch or not touch? I admit that the illusion you created is very exciting and attractive, but what if , I mean, what if this is not what I want? How should you deal with it? "

"Where's the pattern? You're going to show me this thing after crossing the river of time?" After Darkus saw the figure shut down again and fell into silence, he stretched out the thumb and index finger of his right hand and made a short gesture and said.

"I hope that after opening the next door, you will bring me some more exciting fun. I have no interest in becoming the Witch King of Naggaroth, and I have no interest in becoming the Phoenix King. Listen up! I am really interested. What I want is to become the council president who unifies the three spirits~" Darkus said jokingly, his tone elongated at the end.

"You're wrong, it's completely true. This is all your fault, Darkus. Isn't this what you've always wanted? The darkest place in your heart?"

"You can pull me down! You guys have never been reliable! There is some kind of deviation in your prediction, which is far from reality." Darkus said as he quickly thought about today. everything that happened.

Starting from that damn dream, the continent of Lustria, the trial of the ancient sage Huangqi, the great invasion, the city under the lake of emptiness, and the disappearance of the Slann Demon Priest from the world came to this mysterious country.

Upstream, along the river, downstream of the river of time, past, present and future.

When Darkus thought about this, his body trembled. It was the trembling from his soul. He thought of a possibility! There is only one answer!

"What are you? Wait! Don't say it, let me guess?!" As Darkus said, he stretched out his hand and waved it. He signaled the figure to stop talking. He continued, "Your hood is not It should be one! You should have two heads! But you are not the real person! Let alone your master, you are more like an echo left here? Because your ability is not very good at all, just like a first-class The director suddenly lost his mind, and all he produced were lame, third-rate dramas. Since it was a play, why couldn't it be bigger? For example, I was wearing dragon armor and holding a Sunfire Sword as Aenarion." Darkus said more and more The more excited he became, the more he fell into a strange kind of brainstorming and self-excitement.

"Ah~ I have been looking forward to seeing you for a long time, Phoenix King, and now your death has come." Darkus made gesticulations in a whimpering manner, while making a sharp sound from his mouth.

"What's your name, devil? I can carve your name on my saddle, so that future generations will know who I defeated." Darkus moved his hand to the other side as if he had a convulsion. Li held up the non-existent sword, raised his head and chest, and said with bravery and unyieldingness in his voice.

"I am the Fateweaver, Carlos Fateweaver! I will sacrifice your soul to the Lord of Changes. Although you are just an insignificant little toy, I think He will be happy."

It’s better to update as I’m coming back late. If I don’t ask for leave during the holidays, I won’t be able to ask for leave. I should be able to open the box tomorrow.

This ugly, long, boring story is coming to an end.