Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

The Plague Monk's fur hangs wetly from his body and peels off his skin, looking as lifeless as boiled meat. Their nearly skeletal bodies were clinging to tatters of what might once have been robes, while the scarred eyes in the sunken sockets of their withered skulls gleamed violently, and pus seemed to ooze from every pore of their bodies.

These disgusting upright-walking rodents are extremely fast, with primitive reflexes and instincts allowing them to twist and turn with ease. They are also more ferocious, their savage minds filled with the kind of insane evil to which only the most desperate and depraved humans can fall.

These rodents are twisted monsters in every sense of the word, monsters that have no place in this world!

The plague monks were driven crazy by the smoke in the air and the poisonous substances brought by the plague. They foamed at the mouth, bit their own tails, and screamed unconsciously in bloodthirsty. They galloped forward, trying to close in on the lizardfolk's formation, eager to sink their blades, fangs, and claws into the lizardfolk's bodies.

Accompanied by savage screams full of murder and cruelty, the plague monks pounced on the war lizard standing at the forefront of the lizardmen, followed by even more crazy and unimaginable screams of horror and misery.

strength! It's the only advantage against the hateful Skaven! And this is exactly what the lizard people have.

The plague monks who were struck by the terrifying force were smashed into the wall. These lucky plague monks were still able to hit the wall and then fell to the ground, but all the bones in their bodies had been shattered and fractured, and they could only emit sounds. The rats howled. Compared to these lucky ones, more plague monks exploded into blood mist in mid-air.

However, the luck was only relatively temporary. The plague monks and giant rats rushed out of the passage and devoured the same kind that fell to the ground and could not move.

Ku Jia is cold and calculating, because he was born to fight. He fights as brutally and efficiently as possible. This is his duty and obligation. He constantly directs the lizard people around him to carry out well-founded slaughter.

Outside the city of Queza, Mazdamudi, who had just cut off the magical wind from gathering here, frowned and looked at a stain that disgusted him appeared in the atmosphere, which seemed to be a sickly disease rising from the stones of Queza. steam. He paid close attention to the battle in the lounge, and then glanced at the battle flag of Hethiotar in front of him. His clear and sharp brain believed that this power was needed in the lounge more than he did at the moment.

The next second, the lizard-scarred veteran who was supposed to be carrying the Star Stone Flag appeared in the lounge carrying the Hethiotar's Sun Battle Flag.

Renne and Walter, who were still shooting in the Druch formation, felt the familiar light on the battle flag of Hethiota's blazing sun. They turned their heads to take a quick look, then turned their heads to shoot again.

The golden icon of the Sun Banner of Hethiotar emitted incredible light that penetrated the sick air, temporarily blinding the surrounding plague monks and filling their polluted hearts with pain.

Another thunderous roar echoed through the lounge, and Kami the Lizard threw a Plague Monk away from him. The Plague Monk crashed against the wall and turned into a broken heap. Then he punched a giant rat that was charging towards him and had entered a state of being suspended in the air. The huge fist mercilessly hit the giant rat's fat body.

Appropriate applause should be given to this primitive and wild scene. If it were in the arena of Nagaroth, those Druchi would definitely stand up from the audience and cheer, but they no longer have so much time. The people in the front row, who were holding harpoon crossbows and repeating crossbows with shields, were constantly pouring firepower on the incoming rodents, while those in the back row were constantly loading crossbows and arrows to provide to the front row.

These Druchi no longer care about the disgusting smell in the air. They know that these rodents exist, but they only know that, except for those who came to Lustria with Darkus before, the rest are in Lustria. There has been no serious battle or contact with it before, and there are no rodents in Naggaroth. Now, they were shocked by the rodents that were still rushing out. They didn't expect that there was such an abstract thing in the world. They had no adjectives to describe it. They could only borrow the words created by Darkus and often talked about it. The vocabulary was brought out and used.

The screams of pain heralded the tragic death of the plague monks. They were instantly annihilated and pierced by the destructive arrows and amber spears cast by the sorceresses standing on the garbage pile in the lounge. Their bodies were charred skeletons before they hit the ground, and a sickening, burnt aroma of charred flesh and fur billowed through the passage where the brick walls met.

As Malekith roared, a terrifying force burst out from the Sun Sword. Although he had only obtained the Sun Flame Sword for just three days, he was already able to use the Sun Flame Sword proficiently, and used the Sun Flame Sword as a medium for casting spells, just like the staff and the former Destroyer. Other spells, and more importantly, he could already understand the use of Lustria's spiritual network without sleeping.

The plague monks or giant rats who had already rushed into the lounge and were still charging in the passage were all knocked down by this terrible force released by Malekith. Their senses and thinking were affected by an overwhelming impulse, a kind of Overwhelmed by all-consuming need. They burned with a terrible hunger that could only be satisfied with warm, dripping flesh!

Then the rodents' eyes became glazed over, their blood began to turn black, and all their madness withered away. Thoughts of fear swept through them, fear turning into panic as they began to vent their glands. They no longer rushed towards the lizard-men formation. Instead, they began to howl and scream, fight hard, scratch and push the ones around them.

The armies of the Pestilence Clan disintegrated into a horde of roaring mad beasts, tearing apart their own kind, abandoning their weapons in primal cannibalistic hunger, controlled by an even crazier thought.

The plague monk jumped on the back of the giant rat, tearing at the giant rat's leathery flesh with its fangs and claws. The giant rat gnawed at the internal organs of the plague monk who fell to the ground.

Everywhere he touched was filled with blood, mutilated rag doll-like corpses and the musk of fear. The air was filled with an indescribable stench, the stench of burnt fur and the suffocation caused by Deha's energy.

Malekith took a half-step with his right foot, straightened his body and raised the Sun Flame Sword into the air. Standing there proudly, he could clearly feel the admiration of the big toad not far behind him mixed with a hint of panic. . Although Darkus also gave repeated orders not to let him try to cause trouble with those big toads, Darkus did not prevent him from competing on the same stage with these big toads.

At this moment, Malekith's self-esteem and sense of accomplishment seemed to have turned into a kind of energy, constantly seeping huge power into his limbs.

Dacus, who was standing behind Malekith, stood there blankly holding the scarlet sword. He could see the bloody scene in front of him, but that was all. He found that as the battle progressed, something about him seemed to disappear? He was a little distracted at this moment. He was wondering if he should practice his voice and learn a few more instruments? Prepare some more speeches and change your job to a bard in DND? Add morale and BUFF to the team?

However, the dark spell cast by Malekith only temporarily delayed the charge of the Plague Clan army. A low angry roar pulled Darkus out of his brief thoughts. He vaguely looked through the gap in front of him. Reaching a rat face swollen with decay in the passage, covered with abscesses and with only light green patches on its fur, the rodent stared evilly ahead from under the dirty folds of its hood. lizard Man.

The roar that echoed in the passage gradually died away, and a new one began. The upright rodents waved their scabbed claws, and the plague monks who followed them swarmed in again like a sick man.

"Scook? No!" Darkus felt a slight difference in this mouse, and he also had a weak sense of the power of fate that sometimes failed to work. When he first saw this mouse, he thought it was Skook. , but he quickly rejected his conjecture because this mouse did not have the typical characteristics of Skook. Even though it wasn't Skook, it was estimated that this was a leader, either a plague priest or one of the seven plague lords.

The intensity of the battle escalated as the Plague Censer emitted a harsh crackle, with the second wave of rodents clearly stronger than the first. Lost in the frenzy of bloodlust and hatred, these rodents are not as easily inspired to fear as their predecessors.

Plague Censer Monks wielding rotting and rusty censers lead the charge, the plague smoke belching from the fetid censers eroding their weakened bodies almost visibly as they attack.

"It's the Censer Monks! Pay attention to their flails and censers!" Darkus, who saw clearly, shouted loudly. He did not blow the Spicazuma horn or beat the echo drum. Now the battle has a delicate balance, becoming As an outsider, he didn't want to break this balance, so he could only remind him loudly.

Darkus knew that only the most dedicated Plague Monks would be given the honor of wielding the Plague Clan's deadliest weapon, the Plague Censer.

A plague censer is a hollow, spiked metal ball attached to a long chain. Plague Priests read aloud passages of trouble and disease from the Book of Pain in unholy rituals, while placing a shard of warpstone into a spiked orb. The virulent contagion would then be poured into the warpstone using a ladle. As the evil runes glowed, the horrific mixture immediately began to bubble, and wisps of light green gas emitted from the holes in the ornately decorated iron ball.

The body of a Plague Censer Monk aches and develops pustules upon contact with the poisonous fumes that seep from the slightly shaking censer. If the incense burner is shaken during combat, it will create large, billowing clouds of green mist. Exposure to these plague fumes causes horrific damage, with lungs immediately filling with poisonous gases and vital organs beginning to decay.

Regardless of the creature, approaching such a weapon is in itself a sign of a lack of common sense, let alone using and coming into contact with it in combat. But sometimes, some things are unavoidable, such as the battle in front of us.

Darkus is not playing a game. A single mouse click can cause the lizardmen in front of him to retreat. He believes that the lizardmen with eternal hatred against the Skaven will not retreat under his command. And, why step back? Who knows if the rodent in front of him had any other secret ways to escape. The opportunity was rare, and he also knew that the Plague Incense Burner Monk represented the elite and was the core force of the Plague Censer Clan. At the same time, the appearance of the Plague Censer Burner Monk also meant that there must be a big fish nearby!

If he let it go, he might cause a lot of damage later. Darkus has always thought that the continent of Lustria is the core base of the Lizardmen and him.

Darkus, who was briefly dazed, once again thought about the scene he had thought about before. One by one, the eggs of the giant beasts turned black, the vines gradually withered, and the swamp that was originally full of life and vitality turned into a pool full of poisonous gas. quagmire. Rat plague, rats are everywhere, overwhelming and boundless. When the powerful predators living in the Lustria jungle returned from hunting, they were shocked to find that the rats had already eaten all the eggs they hatched, and their young children had also been eaten until nothing was left. Next skeleton. Even in the darkest and most dangerous depths of the jungle, rats roam freely.

After Darkus' brief contact with the Plague Clan, he doesn't even think that the storm summoned by the Slann will drive away the plague spreading in the air. Purifying rain falling from the sky and bathing in the scorching sun will be useless. It simply cannot purify the entire continent of Lustria. Because from a certain perspective, these plagues are more like...

"The bigger the wind and waves, the more expensive the fish? Fighting here is better than facing the claw trebuchet and the plague furnace." Darkus muttered as he was brought back to reality by the sound of fighting.

Soon, a strong gust of wind blew across the back of Darkus's neck, making him shiver. He looked back and found that the koti breast ornament worn on Shakspati's chest represented the strong wind. The small triangle lit up, and the endless strong wind kept blowing into the opposite passage. The toxic gases scattered in the lounge were also brought back to the passage by this strong wind.

Sick rodents become confused and frustrated in the strong winds, howling, wailing, screaming and chirping. Some of the plague censer monks who rushed to the front of the lizardmen were shot down by crossbow arrows before they could swing their censer flails, or they rushed to the front and waved their censer flails slowly. Dakoos felt that these delirious plagues The Censer Monk may have been possessed by a spell such as Slowness, and was either pierced by the amber spears and single sharp blades of the sorceresses, or by the lizardmen who maintained an orderly formation with long-handled weapons.

However, there was still a steady stream of plague monks trying to rush out in the passage. More plague monks were sprayed out by the flail-shaped incense burner and then suffocated by the toxic smoke gathered by the strong wind. These plague monks were obviously not as adaptable to the filth of the smoke as the high-level plague monks who carried the incense burner. They were writhing on the ground, coughing and bleeding, and the smoke overwhelmed their disease-ravaged bodies.

Suddenly, a strange feeling made Darkus look instinctively past the rotting plague monks, past the hoods and hoods of those crazy wretches, past the obscene flails of censers they waved over their heads, past those carrying The diseased dregs of desecrated fly icons scattered with broken bones and rusty iron, past the zealots clutching prayer scrolls in their bony fists, past the screams, past the rat giants blocked in the ever-inaccessible passage magic,

At this moment, Darkus seemed to rise above the waves of madness, his soul searching for the master of these crazy rodents, and he found him! The dirty rat stood alone at the back of the mad wave.

"Scook! What a coincidence, isn't it!" Darkus said through gritted teeth. He was not familiar with the other plague lords and Nurgrich, but he only knew Skook! Those empty eyes, the staff of corruption that he leaned on, and the grimoire of disease at his waist, all of these were so familiar to him, so iconic!

Lord Skook, who sensed something, opened his lips back, revealing a rotten smile. His expression showed an indescribable triumph, as if all the hatred and malice had been condensed into an expression of emotion. (End of chapter)