Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Darkus just glanced over and ignored him. His purpose was very clear. The first task this time was to solve the hidden dangers underground in Queza. Although he came in by surprise, he was not here for fun. You should run away quickly after acquiring certain items through infiltration. Corroded and scattered items can be cleaned up in all directions after the battle, so there is no rush.

Shakespati, who was standing at the door, was very angry after feeling the corrosion here, but he did not start to purify it. He wanted to save his strength to deal with difficult things for a while.

The team that was about to turn back and find a way forward suddenly heard a roar that resounded through the passage, and then two more noises came. Darkus shuddered after hearing the roar. He could be in this primitive roar. Feeling strong anger and sadness, he knew that this was a sound that only lizard people could make, maybe? …

Before Darkos could finish his thoughts, Chakas and the temple guards not far from him were resonated by the voices of the three lizard-human ancient blood warriors in front of him. The eternal guards stopped in their tracks. Under the blank expressions of the Drukis, they let out a pitiful roar that could penetrate their souls.

Now he knew without explanation what must have happened ahead. Malekith, who had been silent in the adventure, suddenly accelerated his pace. He waved his hand to signal the Druchi to follow immediately. The team continued to advance along the passage and passed through a section. After descending a staircase made of dirt and rocks, the team came to a large irregular triangular room.

The floor in the room was covered with deformed bones and rotting meat. The hot and sticky air not only made Darkos feel suffocated, but also smelled of decay. The most conspicuous feature of the room is the rotten, foul-smelling pools inside, with weak and sickly pulsing green light being erratically released from deep within the pools.

"Damn it!" When Darkus saw the scene in front of him, he immediately understood why the three legendary lizard warriors roared like that. He clenched his fists and roared with a splitting eye. His heart was filled with anger at this moment. Filled up, his adrenaline was secreted rapidly due to anger, and his trembling body kept breathing. He had not been in this state for a long time, and he was really angry now.

In the incubation pool in front of Darkus, deformed alien creatures continued to crawl out. The only characteristic of these creatures was that they vaguely resembled reptiles. But he could still see the outlines of lizard warriors. Some alien creatures were still wailing and walking aimlessly. A small number of them fell to the ground due to physical pain and torture while walking, and more were beaten to death. The legendary lizardmen who opened the way were killed. For these hopeless alien creatures, death is the best relief.

"Purify!" Shakspati, who was equally angry, raised his hammer and pointed at the alien creatures and roared.

As the temple guards and Druchi joined in, the painful alien creatures were quickly relieved. After there were no more alien creatures standing in the incubation room, Shakespati waved the hammer. After a while, those alien creatures The wind of Hexi surged from the remains, and the benevolent pure flame gave these lizard people who originally served the big plan the last dignity.

The team with full anger did not stop and continued to the next passage.

On the other side, Lord Varioles put down his spoon and turned away from the boiling cauldron, ready to scold his subordinates who dared to interrupt him from cooking the plague. The moment he turned around, his body froze. At the entrance of the passage, a plague monk separated on both sides, revealing Lord Skook walking in the center of the passage.

"Very good, the red pox you made smells great." Lord Skook lifted his hood, revealing his tumor-covered nose. He sniffed around, inhaling the water vapor in the room, and moved his lips to He pulled back, revealing a few blackened fangs that were still stuck to his gums. His tongue had long been rotted away, and he spoke hoarsely in his throat.

The Plague Priests around the cauldron knelt on the floor and bowed before Lord Skook.

"Lord Skook, you are too kind," Lord Varioles said, his voice hoarse and bowing repeatedly, his tone careful to maintain a mixture of flattering respect and cringing fear. The bubbling, decaying sound of the Plague Rat King's right paw and the indifference he showed toward his subordinates made him shudder.

"But the plan was stopped, someone broke into this place." Lord Skook said as his left paw gripped the rough stick of the Staff of Corruption. The rusty bell made a creaking sound, and the staff's flail incense burner Thick poisonous mist emerged, and he stretched out his right paw to rest on Lord Varioles' shoulder.

"Didn't you find out?" Before Lord Varioles could say anything, Lord Skook's scarred rat face frowned at Lord Varioles and continued. The rage in the hollow eyes matched the smoke from the censer.

"There is a traitor among us!" Lord Skook's rat face narrowed with suspicion and anger. His right paw gripped Lord Varioles' shoulder tightly, and the decaying tone came out from his throat again.

Facing the Plague Rat King's right paw question, Lord Varioles raised his head and glanced. He saw Lord Skook's empty black eye sockets staring at him. He immediately knelt down in front of Lord Skok, although the treasurer Lord Ke has no eyes, but he knows that Lord Skook has always disliked him. As the sixth Plague Lord, he has the title of Plague Master, but this is not important.

The important thing is that Lord Varioles is still the person in charge of the Infection Conclave. He knows that Lord Skook has always wanted to seize the responsibility of the Infection Conclave. They were both plague lords, but their strength and status were very different. He was unable to fight against Lord Skook. Instead, Lord Skook, as the right paw of the Plague Rat King, was fully qualified to kill him.

Lord Varioles, who had no time to think, humbly picked up the rotten hem of Lord Skook's dirty robe and rubbed it on his nose to show his submission. He trembled under the invisible gaze of Lord Skook, and he felt as if the right paw of this haggard but powerful Plague Rat King could smell the fear on his body, or hear his fast heartbeat. He knew that any touch by Lord Skook to that pesky stick, or to the heavy-nailed censer ball, would mean a bitter end.

"It's terrible! I'm not a traitor! I have no reason to be a traitor, there must be other reasons!" Lord Varioles whimpered, and then kissed Lord Skook's rotting tail and rubbed his forehead against Lord Skook's full body. Leper's feet, everything, made him show humility and piety, and he wanted to convince Lord Skook by his actions.

"Not you?" Just as the panicked Lord Varioles was struggling, Lord Skook felt Lord Varioles kneeling in front of him, and he put his paw on Varioles. On Lord Si's neck, he revealed an obscene chuckle, like blood flowing from a wound in his heart, and he spoke hoarsely.

"It's really not me!" Lord Varioles struggled and roared hoarsely. When he felt the claws on his throat tighten, his tongue lolled out of his mouth, and he gasped and whimpered, " I will prove it, I will lead the contagious secret meeting to clear the way, and then I will find the traitor!"

"Then go and prove it!" Lord Skook threw Lord Varioles aside like garbage, and when Lord Varioles rubbed his injured throat, he said again.

Under the command of Lord Varioles and the Plague Priest, the festering ranks of Plague Monks burst out of the passage like so many rotting corpses, their fur hanging in strips on their thin limbs, and their frayed robes stained with stains. Covered with the filth of rotting bodies, every wet eye shone with ecstatic madness.

Lord Skook stood there and felt everything without speaking, but his blind eyes could still see the color of pollution. The green wave in front of him was so majestic, like a deadly disease. He heard the roars coming from the lizard men. When the sound reached here, it was already faint and disappeared, but his keen hearing still caught it.

At this moment, "Berserker" Kriges, who was fourth in the Plague Lord's ranking, walked out from behind Lord Skook holding a three-headed plague censer flail. He is the youngest and most aggressive Plague Lord under the Plague King Nurglech VII.

"Your mission is important, and you know what to do!" Lord Skook hissed in a guttural voice.

Creggs put down his censer and flail and knelt on the ground to show his respect for Lord Skook, and then led the remaining troops to set off. The figures of three rat trolls suddenly appeared in the team.

In order to deal with the possible threat of lizardmen, Lord Skook bought three rat trolls from the Rotten Clan for a large amount of money before Lustria. He thought that these were all worth it.

The raid team came to a strange room, without any edges or turns. The ground was the same as the room that we first entered. There were glass fragments embedded in black sticky colloid, old parchment rolls filled with Skaven language essays, straws scattered all over the floor, filthy feces and straw. The mutilated corpse of the Skaven

"If you don't want to die! Don't have any contact with the things in this room." Malekith, who was responsible for opening the way this time, walked into the room as the first Druch. He looked at the surrounding environment and reminded him.

The Druchi who followed Malekith were precious to him and Darkus. Now that his mentality has changed again and he has a flexible bottom line, he doesn't want to think about the fact that there are no weaklings in Nagaros! He didn't want these Druchi to suffer the plague and end up here for no reason. It would be nice to see what Darkos called the world and gain some experience.

This room displays a large number of charnel houses, where plague lords and plague priests collect pus and debris from plague-infected victims and combine them to create new, more contagious, and more deadly , and spread the disease throughout the world.

Those mostly rotten wooden tables, shelves and cupboards still have potion bottles filled with viscous liquids. A small part of the liquids stored in beakers and culture media have dried up over time, but More of it is newly extracted liquid.

After the lizardmen dealt with the struggling creatures on the morgue, the raiding team continued to move forward.

Walking in the team, Tehenhuoyin was silent in shock. Until now, he felt a little strange and unbelievable. He had stayed in Queza City for such a long time without discovering this place. He also sought Sotigo's revelation. , but Sotigo's few words could not give him sufficient enlightenment, and he turned his head to meet Darkus' gaze.

Darkus had already drawn the scarlet sword and was ready to fight at any time. With a serious expression, he nodded to Tehenhoin and raised his head to indicate to continue walking.

Soon, the team arrived at the snow storage area, or more specifically the rest area. It was a huge triangular room, with moldy supplies, rotten blankets, and broken containers piled against the far wall. It looked shaky, and there was no rat on the mat of garbage and straw where the Skaven should have been lying.

"Are there any other intersections or secret passages around?" Darkus had already heard the vague sound of mice on the other side of the passage. He stopped and looked at Shakspati and asked seriously.

Shakspati, who floated in from the air, didn't seem to hear Darkus' words. He turned his attention to other places. He seemed to feel that there were familiar objects among the piles of garbage. He stretched out his hand but did not take it. The right hand holding the magic hammer.

Three metal triangles that looked like they had just been polished protruded from under a tattered blanket. Darkus looked in the direction and found a twisted golden bundle connecting these metal triangles into something like a necklace. s things.

As the necklace got closer and closer, Darkus gradually saw the shape of the necklace clearly. Each triangle was composed of four triangles, with a total of twelve small triangles. Each small triangle had a weather pattern on it. Logos, like the sun or clouds, or use a non-realistic symbol to represent other weather conditions, such as wind or rain.

"This is good stuff, really good stuff!" Malekith, who also sensed something, walked to Darkus and sighed.

Even if this very bulky necklace was found in a garbage dump, it was still as clean as new without any dust on it.

Darkus feels that if he wears this necklace, it will put great pressure on his neck and spine. It seems that it should be hung on the sleeping belt?

"Kodi's brooch." Shakspati, who was holding the necklace in his hand, had a hint of sadness in his bulging eyes. He said with some sigh. Seeing Darkus's doubtful look, he continued, "This is …an ornament once worn by Kodi, who ruled Queza before the great invasion.”

Darkus nodded. He knew that Kodi was a third-generation Slann lord. Before the raid, he roughly inquired about what happened in Queza before and after the great invasion, and he now knew another second-generation Slann lord. The name of the Slan Demon Priest, but the second-generation Slan Demon Priest was not in the Lustria continent during the great invasion.

"This is the only way out! The filth is coming." After a moment, Shakspati, who was wearing the Kodi breastband around his neck, said slowly out of consciousness.

"Right here! Kill all those rats!" Darkus turned his head and glanced at Malekith. When Malekith nodded, he shouted loudly.

As Darkus finished speaking, the temple guards rushed forward under the command of Chakas and formed a tight formation in the front. The temple guards in front were scattered beside the war monitor lizard and the lizard-human ancient blood warrior. Footsteps. The temple guards who formed a tight formation behind them served as backup in the ensuing battle.

The male Druchi, under the command of Malekith, held their shields and firmly occupied the left side of the room. The Druchi, divided into two rows, held their harpoon crossbows and repeating crossbows on the gaps in the shields. When they arrived, the task assigned to the Drukis was to act as a long-range firepower point, providing cover and suppression for the lizard people.

The ratmen in the passage were getting closer and closer. The violent ratmen who rushed into the rest area rushed towards the well-disciplined lizardman legends and temple guards. The rusty blades were made of obsidian, osinite stone and star stone. The weapons collided, and the incense burner slammed against the crescent-shaped shield covered with animal skins.

The battle did not enter the initial trial, and a bloody and intense battle broke out instantly.

Speed ​​and agility collide with thick and powerful jaws, twisting and exciting fury countered by cold-blooded savagery.

Time and time again, the Skaven waves crashed against the rock-solid wall, and the stone paved ground was covered with blood and corpses. As the Skaven attack force suffered heavy losses, new Skaven Cavan's Skaven troops quickly replenished their positions.

But because the terrain is too narrow, these fanatical Skaven have always been unable to deal with the lizardmen in front of them.

At last, the Skook stood alone, leaning on his rotten staff, his boiled claws scurrying through his robes, searching for a bottle in the dirty folds. At this moment, he felt more exhausted than ever before. In order to regain his strength, he took out a small bottle of glowing liquid. As he fumbled with the gag, he felt the presence of another person.

"Who are you? Announce yourself before Lord Skook!" Skook asked sternly, his empty black eye sockets scanning the room that should have been empty.

A smell full of corruption hit his face. At first, Lord Skook was Nurgrich VII, but he knew that Nurgrich VII had been sitting in Skaven Castle all year round. Following the outbreak of the Skaven Civil War, Nurgrich VII now organizes the battle in the Southland of the Old World. And the presence before him was different from that of Nurgrich VII, whose glorious vision of the plague had inspired him to remove his eyes. The feeling was completely different.

Although Lord Skook is blind, he can see the glory of decay. Now his eyeless eyes beheld a sight so dark and majestic that he was forced to fall on his knees in reverence before it.

A Catastrophe Lord suddenly appeared, filling the room with its aura of power and sheer aura.

When you look at the Lord of Disaster, you get a glimpse of the terrifying image of the Horned Rat, these towering demons created by the Skaven God. They are living disasters that bring destruction and desolation. They are creatures from outside the mortal world, appearing in the mortal world only to destroy, slaughter and manipulate.

The Scourge Lords are the embodiment of all the "good qualities" that the Skaven hold dear. They are cunning, deadly, strong and evil, with an agility that is completely inappropriate for their size. These demons belonging to the Great Horned Rat occupy a very sacred position in Skaven society, and they always oversee the expansion of the underground empire. They will choose some ratmen as their agents. They hide in the dark and control their puppets, whispering secrets and lies into the puppets' ears.

Although the Scourge Lords prefer to manipulate situations from the shadows, they will also emerge from the shadows to show their mighty presence in battle to gain terrible glory for themselves, enjoying the moment of tearing apart their enemies with their razor-sharp claws. They like to see their gorgeous appearance cause panic in their enemies, and they will also feed on the fear of these prey.

Just as there are many sides to the Horned Rat, the Lords of Scourge represent different aspects of the Horned Rat. Some of these demons are attracted to certain great clans because the ratmen of these great clans worship certain qualities in them.

To put it bluntly, the Disaster Lords are the Great Horned Rat version of the Chaos Demon. Although, it is said that, these Disaster Lords are just like the Chaos Demons under the Four Gods of Chaos. Without the support of the wind of magic, they are useless...

The Disaster Lord who appeared in front of Lord Skook was Vimaranx, a corruptor. It represented the Horned Rat's love for decay and plague. It exuded the aura of decay, and every part of its body was filled with decay. Scattered with filth, its yellow fangs ooze poisonous miasma, lice writhe in its rough fur, and its pale skin is covered with festering scars and bumps. So powerful is its presence that it could trigger an epidemic, intent on spreading plague and corruption across the land.

The Great Horned Rat's version of the Great Unclean One, Vimaranx also created several verses of "The Tome of Plague", which is the copy that the Skook held. It is unclear whether it is the sole author.

"Ah, dear Skook. All your work, including all Nurglech's plans, are difficult to succeed. I am here to warn you that the enemies outside are very powerful! Your failure is coming." Wei Maranx said in an ancient evil voice.

Bathed in the most sinister light, Lord Skook felt the words sink into his mind. Is this a threat? Why warn him? Is this true or false? He was so lost in the otherworldly echoes that he didn't realize he was kneeling there, with copious amounts of rancid drool flowing from his open mouth.

"Remember my name, and when all your plans fail, I will..." Vimaranx whispered in a caressing voice, cutting off mid-sentence.

I don't know whether the Slann lords scattered outside Queza felt the restlessness of the wind of magic, or whether Nurgle's army leader Ugor in the Amyrlin Room not far away felt the presence of Vimaranx.

Vimarankes was surprised at first, then seemed to be disconnected the next second, losing his connection with the mortal world, and the next second his body disappeared directly, as if he had never appeared before.

Lord Skook is alone, maybe he always has been? It wouldn't be surprising if what he just experienced was a hallucination. In order to complete the task assigned by King Nurgle VII, he had not rested for two and a half weeks, let alone slept. He knew that the Nurgle demon did not have that much patience. He could only rely on his indomitable will and Strong perseverance holds on.

Nurglech VII gave Lord Skook many tasks, such as retrieving the magic items left here by his fellow clan members. In his mind, the most important goal is an ancient holy artifact called the "World Engine", which can open a hole to other worlds, opening up new prospects for conquest for the Plague Clan, as well as those who have so far The undreamed-of possibility of a new plague.

Perhaps this creation once existed in the world, but Lord Skook searched all the places under Queza and could not find any trace of this creation. He is also particularly eager to find the crazy Pluklin's notes, regain Pluklin's research, and transform it into a pain more powerful than the Black Death.

Regardless of which of these goals Lord Skook is able to accomplish, if he succeeds, it means that the Pestilence Clan will be able to wreak unprecedented havoc on an unprecedented scale in the years to come, even the end of the world.

Thinking of this, Lord Skook shook his paw, opened the vial, tilted his head back, and drank the sparkling content in the vial.

"It's not over yet, it's not time to rest yet!" (End of this chapter)