Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 303 153. I want to soar to nine heavens

"The cycle of the sun will never end." Malekith looked at the lizard that had lost its outline in the flames and muttered in a low voice. He had been in Lustria for two months, and he could now understand what the lizard was saying. What, plus Ren’s explanation to the Druccis not far behind him.

I think all the pain of Malekith started when he walked into the Asuryan Holy Fire, but now the lizard ended in the flames...

Kotago's flames shone on Darkos's face, and he didn't react at all. Like the lizardmen around him, he just watched quietly, as if observing a ceremony.

Soon, the ceremony was completed. There was no applause, no flowers, only silent blessings. With the completion of the ceremony, the priest who presided over the ceremony also disappeared... Only the flame of Kotago was burning brightly.

The completion of the ceremony also seemed to mark the end of the two-month adventure and vacation of the Druchis in the Lustria continent. After packing their gear, the team came to Slanwupeck, which was shrouded in mist.

The City of Mist, Slanwupeck, is the second temple city built after the first city, Itaza. It was estimated by the time that the ancient saints should be the empire about five thousand years after they arrived in this world. It was built in AD 10,000, following the same design as Itaza, and its scale is no less than Itaza. Like Itaza, this is a mysterious place that contains many secrets left by the ancient saints. Or to put it more bluntly, is this city the second large starship?

After the great invasion, Pahuakos, where the second-generation Lord Slanhuini Aitankui lived, became the City of Ashes. He chose to come here because he taught the spell to hide the city in the mist.

At all times, the Skink Priests of Slanwupec must keep the mist covering the city, a spell that has long continued uninterrupted.

The entire temple city was now forever shrouded in swirling mist, those swirling vapors so dense it made Darkus sick to his stomach. So much so that he thought that if he stayed here for a while, he would get rheumatism. When he spoke, he could exhale crawling steam from his mouth. If he got another two points, he could feel that he would imitate the dragon in the near future. Breath.

Over the course of thousands of years, only a few teams crossed the fog. In 1721 of the Imperial Calendar, a Druchi raiding force attacked Silanwupek, using magic to luckily break through the fog defenses and penetrate into the outskirts of the city. area.

The Lizardmen used the fog and their understanding of the city's layout to launch a series of devastating ambushes and massacred Druch. No Druch escaped the fog, and the entire raiding team was trapped in the fog.

At this moment, the Druchi were speechlessly admiring the trophies that the Skinks took out from the warehouse. The city emblem of Karonde Kal and the emblem of a disappeared family were clearly printed on the still intact black steel armor. After staying in Lustria for two months, they don't know how to evaluate this matter. Are they stupid? Not so... courageous? bad luck? Who knows? They couldn't tell even after experiencing this place.

"It seems that the main forces of the Dre family have died here. No wonder the Dre family will be destroyed soon." Colonia said with a click of his tongue. While talking, he picked up the staff on the ground and looked at it. , she turned her head to Drusala and said flatly, "This is her staff. I met her when I went to Grond to communicate. She is a very potential warlock."

Drusala nodded, she knew what Colonia was talking about, but she was not born yet at that time.

What's even more embarrassing is that the skinks took out a small amount of armor, weapons and flags from a warehouse. The Druchi were not interested in watching them, not because it was Druchi's shame. There is no such thing as being connected by the same fate and having a shared heart! They didn't care. What they cared about was that these trophies had the emblem of Hagrid Grave's Claw and Arashi family on them. They all looked at Cradin, whose face had turned red.

Malekith smiled, ignoring the honor on the Soul Eater that marked his allegiance, and then asked Kradin to tell him what happened.

With his embarrassment relieved, Cradin began to tell what happened at that time. It was nothing more than that he organized an expedition to the Lustria continent, and then accidentally climbed over the Lagrimas Mountains and arrived here. Sad story.

Just like what happened to Kradin's adventurers, the fate of those who cross Slanwupec's borders becomes unpredictable. Even if you survive, there are worse things here than lizardmen lurking in the mist, disappearing in the eternal mist.

According to Cradin's description, entering the wall of fog is like walking into another world. The sun cannot penetrate the thick fog and the air is full of heat and moisture. It didn't take long for the armor to become wet. The Kaitan inside the armor was dripping all the time, and the bowstrings of various crossbows also softened.

The growth of the jungle disappeared and the ground was replaced by swamps. Every time you pulled out your boots from a puddle, you would bring out a swollen patch of black leeches. If you accidentally slipped, you would drown or be swallowed by the swamp.

There were sounds constantly coming from the fog. The sounds were difficult to measure. They were sometimes far and sometimes close. Sometimes they were so close that they were right next to the ears of the members of the adventure team, but they could not see anything. The splash could be a distant sound, or it could be the sound of stepping knee-deep in mud.

There was no wind in the mist, but strange eddies would stir up the mist, which suddenly loomed into view and then swirled into a blur. It’s hard to tell how long the adventure team had been walking in the mist, or even whether it was day or night. Just like that, they disappeared into the hazy darkness. Members were constantly being swallowed up or becoming deserters. The members who were still walking in a group could hear the miserable howls of the deserters before they died.

Cradin suddenly asked the remaining members to tie their waists with ropes to connect them to each other, and wrap jingling chain links around the middle nodes of the ropes. This was effective at first, but what followed was more In a horrific encounter, the members found that the rope had become heavier. A final check revealed that the upper body of the member in the middle had disappeared at some point, and only the lower body was being dragged unconsciously by the ropes.

The mist continued to dance, luring the adventurers farther and farther, false shapes forming in the mist, and real dangers looming. Blow darts, darts, and javelins came like raindrops. One member cut off the rope in a hurry, and then rushed into the already opened mouth of a giant beast. Some giant beasts lay on their backs in the mud, and then jumped out and used Powerful jaws snap at the member.

Soon, the morale of the adventuring party members collapsed, and they were led by hallucinations in an endless spiral loop. The long and confusing walk left them scattered, confused and exhausted. The soaked members were hunted down one by one by the lizardmen, and the misty land became a place of slaughter.

Kradin, who was running in a daze, returned to a world where sight, sound, and smell were functioning normally. He saw a clear road, a broad avenue leading to Slanwupeck. Against the backdrop of the setting sun, he saw the tall pyramid standing. When he said that, he also pointed to the eternally peaceful large pyramid of ancient Saint Tebok in the central square of Slanwupek. But he did not walk over rashly, but gritted his teeth and returned to the mist.

As Cradin told the story, the Druchi's expressions became serious. They had no reason to laugh at Cradin. They didn't think that if it were them, they could do better than Cradin. Dre was so prosperous for a while. The family was also destroyed because of this failure.

Darkus knew that in addition to talented magicians who could pass through the fog, there was another way, and that was to apply cow's tears to the eyelids, so that ghosts could be seen... No. But it's almost the same. You need to squeeze out the juice of a light blue lotus unique to the Lustria continent, and then apply it on your eyelids. This is how the skinks pass through the magical fog.

Darkus also knew where the node of the mist was. The Slann Demon Priests cleverly played a trick. The node was not in the pyramid where Whini Aitankui lived, but in an infinitely coiled pyramid temple. The reason for this choice There, because it is a smaller temple. The luminous crystals in the core stargazing room circle around the stone pillars. That is where the fog is generated, and it is also where Huahua lives.

But Darkus will not share these core secrets with the Druchi, let alone take the Druchi to visit. Who knows what will happen in the future?

After packing up the loot and picking out some valuable things, the Druchs set off again. They continued to visit, but they felt that this place was boring compared to Itaza, and there was no gold everywhere in Chakua. There was nothing interesting to see. of. Moreover, the surrounding environment is very complicated, coupled with the fog, if it were not for the leaden sunshine, they would feel like they were back in Nagaroth.

Darkus, who was walking in front, also felt bored. Although this was his first time here, he had never been to Slanwupec before, and he did not choose this route when he traveled to the Lustria continent last time. .

Although Slanwupek doesn't have much to see, it is full of creations from the old times, although most of the lizardmen have forgotten the purpose of the creations and now keep the creations as souvenirs of reverence to the ancient saints.

The more Darkos looked, the more something was wrong. If the entire temple city rose from the ground in the next second, he would not be surprised at all, because he felt that many of the devices had a unique sense of science fiction. He looked at the arc-shaped "egg" that was nearly three meters high and five meters long in front of him with a confused expression. He walked over blankly and stretched out his hand to touch the egg with a streamlined shell. He felt that this thing was too sci-fi and too supermodel. Supermodels simply don’t belong in this world.

Even in Darkus' previous life, such advanced craftsmanship might have taken centuries to emerge. He searched up and down for a long time but couldn't find a place to open it. The egg fit tightly as if it was cast from a single piece. It was not a small spaceship, but a craft full of science fiction, but he knew that this was clearly a small spaceship. , this egg has all the elements of a small spaceship.

After searching for another long time, Darkus gave up. So what if he found it? Do I want to soar to nine heavens? Take this thing for a spin around the universe? Go and dance on the Evil Moon Morse Ribbon? Use the Skaven's unreliable dimension crusher to drill a hole in Morsribe and then blow it open? Or install a few thrusters to push Morslieb out of the galaxy and make the whole wandering Morslieb?

"Suddenly it's science fiction." Darkus muttered.

The calm pool, when Darkus approached, the water surface was like a tiny spot of light, bright and warm. As he leaned over and stared, he found that his face was not reflected in it.

The water surface seemed to be a window leading to a fantasy world. Through the water surface, Darkus saw the exotic scenery in the distance. He found that he seemed to have traveled through the tunnel of time and space and came to every corner of the world.

In the reflection, Darkus saw the snow-covered peaks on the high mountains, like a fairyland in a fairy tale world, but he found that these seemed to be the dangerous peaks he had been to before? He saw the lush canopy of the tropical rainforest, layer upon layer, like a colorful picture; the endless sand dunes in the desert, with sand flying in the wind, like a poetic desert dance, and a strange army of skeletons rising in the sun Walking down.

"Is this Nehekhara? The Tomb King's army?"

The scene in the Tranquil Pool changed uncontrollably, just like a PPT that was mistakenly touched on the fast-forward file. Dacus saw the endless ocean, rough waves, and boundless. He saw the unrestrained waterfall under the blue sky, causing waves of splashing water. He saw the prosperity and tranquility of human cities in the old world, and the streets and lanes were filled with a festive atmosphere.

Although the Pool of Tranquility has the same function as the Eye of Destiny in the Black Tower of Nagarond Malekith, the scene presented by the Pool of Tranquility is clearer than that of the Eye of Destiny, but it is not controlled. What is even stranger is that although the screen jumps It was extremely fast, but there was no nausea. Instead, it made Darkos feel calm in his heart, as if the calm pool was a place of spiritual healing, allowing him to stay away from the hustle and bustle and integrate with the harmony of nature.

Compared to the Pool of Tranquility, the next creation is a bit evil. It is a mysterious and uncontrolled creation that seems to have endless energy. It rises in a spiral shape, spinning endlessly like an uncontrolled dance. Yet amid the frantic movement, a whiny voice emerged clearly, carried in all directions through the carefully carved stone speakers.

The Druchis present looked at each other. Although they could not understand what was being said, they could feel that the sound contained a unique tone, like the sound of nature, which was both pleasant and full of contempt, as if it was the great transcendent instrument itself. The judgment of the world. In a majestic and arrogant way, it reveals the essence of everything in the world, ruthlessly revealing the absurdity and falsehood of this world.

This peculiar voice seems to be a symbol of wisdom, demonstrating its existence with power beyond ordinary people. It weaves a poem of resentment with its notes, making the Druchi intoxicated, and at the same time feeling its contempt for everything. It is like a judge between heaven and earth, adhering to the authority of truth. No matter whether they are noble kings or ordinary people, they feel small and insignificant in front of this voice.

This great beyond-instrument sound is both a challenge and a revelation, but it is certain that this is not the whisper of the evil god of chaos.

In the end, Darkus could only chalk it up to the aliens complaining.

These strange creations are all in Slanwupek's treasure house. No outsiders are allowed to enter its territory. Even other lizardmen are sometimes suspected, but the rules are...

After walking around, there were many strange creations, but none of them could be used. They were either damaged or they didn't know how to use them. The only useful creation was a battle flag.

The Jaguar is a graceful creature that is considered by the Lizardmen to be the incarnation of the ancient sage Huangqi. The image of this beast is engraved on many totems and pyramids in Lustria.

The battle flag held by Ren in front of him has a Jaguar printed on it, which represents the spirit of Huangqi. The warriors under the flag will be like Jaguars, waiting to hunt the enemy with ruthless ferocity and patience.

Lustria hasn’t seen a lizardman blessed by the ancient sage Huangqi for a long time, a chameleon? The number of chameleons in the Lustria continent is now very small, and unlike the next era, the current chameleons do not believe in the ancient saint Huangqi, but the ancient saint Kraxia. There are no pyramids dedicated to ancient Santa Cracia in the temple city. Shrines can only be found in the hidden jungles of the Lustria continent, and they can usually only be found by chameleons.

The function of this battle flag needs to be stimulated by the presence of the Ancient Saint Huangqi's blessing, so... when leaving the treasure house, under the instruction of Darkus, Renn took out the Jaguar battle flag as a matter of course.

As Renn raised the Jaguar battle flag, Darkus felt that the entire walking team of Druchi seemed to be moving faster, and his calves tightened and jumped up. The function of the battle flag seems to be stronger than that in a certain game. It should be radiated within a range, rather than specified. Besides, it seems that it cannot be specified in the real world? Isn't that a magic trick?

The second-generation Lord Slanhuini Aitankui has dark orange skin with some brown stripes interspersed with it. He sat on the ancient Chengyu with his eyes closed and wandered unconsciously on the quiet pool of the stargazing room. He originally guarded His chakas were still far away in Queza, guarding Shakspati.

Darkus came here alone. Since he came to Slanwupek, he must come to see Lord Huini Aitankui. He also asked the skink priests who served Huini Aitankui. There were no skink priests. He took out the record slate and said directly: Lord Huini Aitankui never woke up during his service. The last time Lord Huini Aitankui woke up was five hundred and two hundred years ago, and it was even accurate to the number of days. .

Darkus shook his head helplessly. He thought that during the Great Invasion, the battle between Whini Aitankui and the Demon Prince of Slaanesh, Shila Ulan, caused damage to the soul level. At that time, the magical wind was very abundant. , it can be said that it is the era of high magic, but it is not as weak as the Shila Ulan he beat before. The teleportation of troops still fell from the sky for no reason.

As time goes by, this kind of damage at the soul level has not healed, but is gradually expanding, constantly tearing at Whitney Aitankui's soul. Maybe this is the reason why Whitney Aitankui cannot wake up? Or there is no way to explain it, the quality of sleep is so good, so good that it has gone beyond the rules and scope of meditation and contemplation of the Slann Demon Priest.

"It seems that there is another reason to go to Athel Loren." Darkus muttered as he looked at Whinni Aitanqui.

Darkus knew that the most powerful users of Jiren magic in the world should be these second-generation Slann magic priests, and the rest are the eternal queen of the Kingdom of Avalon in Ulthuan, but don't even think about it now, and this so-called There is a limit to how powerful she can be. In the end, the only choice is Queen Ariel, who exists in the form of a demigod in Athel Loren, that big bastard.

However, Darkus did not place his hope on Ariel, but on the magical Athel Loren. According to traditional stereotypes, the magical forest should have things like holy water that can heal the soul.

"Has Lord Huini Aitankui drank the water from the emerald pool?" Thinking of this, Darkus suddenly asked again.

"The record tablet mentioned... the record of use, but... it didn't work." The Skink Priest shook his head and said with some disappointment.

Darkus nodded and left without paying attention to the Skink Priest.

From the ghost city of Talax in the north to the first city of Itaza in the south, the lizardman army has been deployed at the starting point.

Druch's Black Ark Fleet also arrived at the designated location arranged by the previous combat meeting.

In the long history of Slanwupek, so many troops have never been called here, and the gongs and drums of war have been sounded.

The black storm and cyan wave have arrived, and there is not much time left for Emperor Haken and his empire.