Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

As the huge black marble was demolished by Darkus and Drusala, the raid on Ormscolo also came to a perfect end.

The plundering Sali people did not protect their homeland from being plundered, which has some irony and black humor.

Some of the remaining Sali people fled into the mountains, and some took long ships from the port docks to sail to the Sea of ​​Claws.

Harkon Vikramson was already dying when he was rescued. The hot iron had turned his skin into a hideous, gaudy and abstract style. Fortunately, his eyes, fingers and limbs were still intact. Under the control of the healing potion and life magic, he was barely able to breathe.

Darkus couldn't help but shook his head when he heard Harkon's mouth talking about berserkers and revenge. He knew that Harkon's first choice after lying down for a while and being cured must be revenge, and of course Karl who sank the ship. many.

However, unlike the mountain dwarves, the Norse dwarves do not have butchers in their society.

Those mountain dwarves who have been humiliated, failed in love, or otherwise lost their dignity will leave traditional society and seek the sweet relief: death. They become butchers and hunt the most dangerous monsters, such as dragons or trolls, hoping to have a glorious ending.

The berserkers of the Norse dwarves are very similar to the butchers of the Mountain Kingdom, as they share a reverence for Grimnir, the ancestral god of the original butchers, but the biggest difference between the two is their fighting style and code of conduct. Norse dwarf berserkers are more reveling in unrelenting battle than butchers, viewing it as a form of honor and reverence for Grimnir. Those berserkers who fall in battle will be buried as great heroes, while the surviving dwarves will tell stories of the berserkers' heroic deeds.

And berserkers can retire... Kaldor, the North Dwarf drinking boy, said before he fell off his dining table chair that there was a stone-built Berserker's Rest in the gathering place for visitors and residents of Karak Crow Roost. The Layer Inn has been run by a brewing clan for more than a thousand years. Its huge bar is an important place for Berserkers to tell stories of their great deeds and overcoming incredible difficulties. The current owner of the inn is a former Berserker.

However, these matters currently have little connection with Darkus. Counting Kadov, the five North dwarves brought out by Skjold, and the dying Harkon, there are only seven North dwarves in total. They couldn't row away a Norscan longship, and there would be absolutely no good results if they bumped into the Salis floating in the Bay of Knives. In other words, he still had to send Buddha to the west and send these North dwarves back safely... If it wasn't to pave the way for future needs, he really wanted to send these dwarves to the mercenary leader's ship and kill them all. , let these dwarves experience the customs and hospitality of Nagaroth...

"Ah~ my dear brother, are you ready to go to the sea?" Maranur, who was sitting in a daze at the dining table on the shore, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the big team coming back. Darkus, holding the trident, joked with a smile.

"Then you must be a guest and wait until your gills grow before returning to land." Darkus replied with a smile.

Maranur shrugged and didn't say anything. He observed Darkus carefully. He felt that his brother had changed again... He couldn't understand it now, but he quickly came back to his senses. , it is no longer important whether he understands or not, what is important is that Darkus is his younger brother, and Darkus is a member of the Hell Calamity family at all times, and that is enough. After regaining consciousness, he took the Trident of the Sea floating in front of him and played with it for a few times, then put it there without interest and let it float back.

After taking the Trident of the Sea again, Darkus waved to the mercenary leader Drex. He first glanced at Drex who jumped off the back of the cold lizard and ran over quickly, and then turned his attention to the group of people. The large and small bags carried by the Druchi mercenary showed that he had gained huge profits. After all, King Sally's treasure trove was in the King's Hall. He turned his head and looked at Maranur again.

"How's the profit from this raid?" Darkus leaned on the front of the saddle and relaxed, looking at Delux with a sinister smile.

"Thank you for the opportunity given by the Witch King!" Delux did not follow Darkus's path, but directly knelt on the ground and thanked him respectfully.

"Get up. In addition to these profits, you need to go to the Tower of Destruction in Krakarond to collect the commission." After Darkus finished speaking, Maranur took out a letter from his arms and handed it to the man who stood up. Dellux, the seal of the letter is stamped with the emblem of the Hellslayer family in incandescent paint. The letter is a recommendation letter with huge profits. As long as you hold this letter, it means that the holder will become a successful person in Nagaros. An opportunity that many Druchi could not ask for, but by chance, it fell on Drex. In the hands of the mercenary leader.

After Delex respectfully took the letter with both hands and then raised the trust and knelt down on his knees, Darkus continued, "If you are right, this matter is going to be a big deal, Skjold, you I guess I can’t stay any longer, so go back to Naggaros. In this way... I’ll give you a task. There is a town on the isthmus of the Lustria continent that is managed by the Bjorlings. You should know about it, right?”

"Understood, my lord. Scourge! I once heard those Yankees boasting about it during the banquet." Delux said noncommittally.

"Find that route!" After Darkus finished speaking, he was no longer interested in continuing. He waved to Delux, signaling the end of the conversation.

Darkos has no desire to show off at this time, such as telling Drex that he has obtained Marcelan's Trident of the Sea in front of the followers of the Lord of the Abyss, or asking Drex to return to Naggaroth and spread the word. His deeds, he has escaped from this low taste. With this in mind, he might as well tease Belloda, who has been looking straight at the trident from just now until now. Compared with Druch, he is more interested in letting his cousins ​​living in Ulthuan know about his identity. Look at the reaction of the admirals, tritons and sailors. Or...show it to Finubar after seeing him in the old world. After all, Finubar, who has been dealing with the sea all year round, also believes in Matheran. Converting to Asuryan and becoming the Phoenix King is just a political necessity, just like It’s the same as the Eternal Queen, who is married in name only and each plays his or her own role.

The fleet set sail again, and Drex's plunderer broke away from the fleet and headed west to leave the Sea of ​​Claws. It resupplied before the Bjorlings received the news of Ormskro's destruction, and then returned directly to Naggaroth. . And Darkus's three falcon ships still had to circle around in the Blade Bay. After all, they sent Buddha to the west. He sent the North dwarves to the North dwarves' long ships.

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The warp slowly disappeared around it, and as the Sea Fang returned to the real world, the strange fog surrounding the ship gradually disappeared.

After experiencing the fiery red skies of the Dark Lands, it was the leaden skies of Norsca that reassured the Norscans. Many of the marauders dropped their oars and rushed to the sides of the longships, dipping their helmets in the cold waters of the Knife Bay and using the cold water to clean the debris left behind on their bodies.

Ulfric stood on the bow, his hand on the wooden dragon's scaly forehead, a jewel-like ring in his other hand. He risked and lost a lot to obtain this precious treasure from the Zar dwarves. The loss of his mentor and best friend Sigvart was a scar that would take a long time to heal, and he was determined that his friend's sacrifice would not be in vain.

Sigvart once told Ulfric that the heart is better suited to one's needs than the mind. He felt that what the old soldier said was right. His love for Hodis is stronger than the anger caused by various malicious scams. It is a guiding light, like a beacon, guiding him smoothly through the mist-wrapped subspace. He can always Bring the Fang of the Sea back to a place he can call home.

"How long has it been?" Ulfric sighed and became a little confused. He didn't know how long this voyage took him. Was he only away for a few weeks? Or how many months? Or many years?

Ulfric trembled at the thought, Vigrendl would not be idle in his time, for the king of the Sally tribe had been seeking an alliance with the Aisling tribe. Without his anger and threats, Vigrendel would have married Hodis to Svebjorn, the prince of Aesling. Each day he was away from Norsca made Vigrendl bolder, making the king wonder whether the hated man would ever return.

"I will never be deceived by that cunning old king!"

Ulfric roared low, his fist tightly grasping the treasure he had worked so hard to obtain. For Hodis, for the woman he loved, he led the Sali people to fight against Tolgard and put The curse of the dark gods is upon yourself! All this for Hodis, who went into the dark place! It was also because of Hodis that Sigvart died there! Regardless of whether Vigrendel is the king or not, if he dares to deceive him, he will make Vigrendel tortured!

"Shaman, use your magic to blow a gust of wind! Now you can choose to sail this ship back to Ormskro or you can feed the sharks in Knife Bay tonight!

The shaman nodded obediently, he could feel Ulfric's anger, could see the barely restrained violence in Ulfric's eyes. Nothing could be said to convince Ulfric, and even trying would risk sudden death.

The shaman who stood up walked to the stern of the ship, facing the mast. He could feel Ulfric's impatient eyes on him. His body trembled under the sealskin cloak, and then he began to gather his thoughts. , and worked hard to maintain it, until the sails became full.

The shaman's arms were outstretched, purple-blue flames burning from his eyes. Thunder rumbled through the dark clouds, lightning streaked across the distant mountains, and icy rain fell on the decks of the Sea Fang. He took a deep breath, drawing the cold air into his lungs.

After glancing at the predator who was paddling and turning his head to look at him, the shaman let out a breath of relief and exhaled the air. As he did so, a gust of wind blew against the Sea Fang, and the sails roared in the sudden gale.

Some of the first-time raiders clutched their oars, hiding their faces in fear. Other veteran predators cheered and laughed, intoxicated by the Sea Fang's astonishing speed.

Ulfric neither hid nor smiled, but once again stood on the bow of the ship, his hand on the wooden dragon's forehead, staring at Ormskro, who was about to arrive.

"Something's wrong with Ormskro, there are many long ships on the sea!" Yokul, who was standing at the top of the mast and responsible for observation, suddenly shouted.

Ulfric could feel a strong aroma constantly drifting into his nostrils. This aroma continued to permeate the deck of the Sea Tooth. At first, he thought it was the aroma of roast beef, roast seal, and roast lamb. , but as a gust of wind blew by...his eyes suddenly opened wide, and he vaguely knew what it smelled like.

The looters who smelled the smell were also frightened, especially the Salis living in Ormskro. Their thoughts were to invade and conquer, not to be invaded and conquered.

Ulfric glared at the smoke filling the sky over the burned-out Ormscolo, and at the distant hillside of the bay, and he suddenly felt a trace of pain in his heart. As the Teeth of the Sea continued to sail, more dilapidated scenes of Ormskro unfolded before his eyes. When he saw the huge collapsed black marble, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch, and his heart was filled with confusion. He kept cursing Vigrendel. He closed his eyes, unable to bear to look at Ormscolo, and then he focused on giving orders to the plunderers on the ship.

"You little bastards, stop standing still and speed up! Row quickly!"

After Ulfric turned his head to look at Ormscolo again, the shaman standing at the stern couldn't help but smile, but the smile quickly disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

Half of Ormscolo was ruthlessly destroyed by the comet, as if the earth was shattering. The original building turned into a huge pit filled with smoke, and the thick smoke shrouded the ruins, making it impossible for Ulfric to see clearly the scene at the bottom. The burning sound of the remaining dead fire is still humming, and from time to time there are rumbling crackling sounds, as if the earth is roaring, angry at this disaster.

The other half of Ormskro showed traces of the ruthless flames. The remaining buildings were swallowed up by the fire, leaving only charred skeletons, which seemed to be the remnants of the end of the world. The raging flames have engulfed everything, turning the once prosperous and dirty streets into ashes blowing in the wind.

Ulfric became confused as he walked on the dilapidated streets. From the survivors' mouths, he learned that Ormscero was attacked by a group of high elves wearing silver helmets and silver armor last night. He ignored it. These were no longer important to him. He ran quickly towards the King's Hall halfway up the mountain. He was going to find his beloved Hodis.

The King's Hall did not experience the fire and sat there unharmed as Ulfric left it. But there were all dead bodies along the way. He could identify some familiar people among the fragmented corpses, but only a few, and more of the corpses had no skin.

The corpse of Svebjorn, torn apart by gouged snakes, the blood eagle displayed by Vigrendl lying on the steps of the kingdom, and the corpse of Hodis with his chest pierced, were all displayed before Ulfric's eyes. He roared desperately, with anger and madness in his roar. With eyes splitting, he ran to Hodis's body. He closed his eyes and hugged Hodis's cold body tightly with a look of pain on his face. In his arms, tears kept falling from the corners of his eyes, and he whimpered and sobbed like a wounded lone wolf. The warm moments he had with Hodith in the past kept flashing in his mind, and his despair, pain, and anger Emotion filled the entire king's hall, and now he knew the meaning of pain.

The shaman took out the crystal ball he got in the Chaos Wasteland in the deserted dilapidated street. If I am correct, this was the nine hundred and ninety-seventh time he stared at the crystal ball. He suppressed the excitement and excitement in his heart to the point of trembling. hands, forcing myself to continue staring at the crystal ball.

The crystal ball was silent, showing no vision of the shaman's needs, and there was a hint of melancholy in his expression. Years ago, he discovered through the crystal ball the death that awaited him. He would die at the hands of a Norscan named Ulfric, and his soul would be fed to him in the form of a sacrifice. His master, the Lord of Change, Tzeentch, dying in this way is definitely not the fate that a Tzeentch believer deserves. This is a great irony. Such a fate will make Tzeentch torture and laugh at him in every possible way. Also as a disciple of Tzeentch he knows how easily fate can be changed.

There is never one future, but many futures! Just by taking the right action at the right time!

Through the crystal ball, the shaman saw Ulfric returning to Ormskro again and again to rest and refit the Sea Fang. He saw Ulfric conferring with the Seer, and the Seer never seemed to doubt that. The deformed monster locked in a silver cage is actually his spy. He knew Ulfric's weakness. He came to Ormskro as a Kurgan disguised as a Norscan, came to Ulfric's side to gain trust, and told Ulfric about the dark place. The Zar dwarves hold a treasure that can lift the curse of the dark gods.

The treasure does exist, but it cannot lift the curse imposed on Ulfric by the dark gods. However, this is not important. What is important is that if Ulfric acts for this treasure, Ulfric will die. In the Dark Lands, so that he will not die at the hands of Ulfric, he will succeed in changing his destiny!

However, perhaps because the dark gods continued to help Ulfric, the team actually successfully retreated from the dark land.

When the shaman stared at the crystal ball for the nine hundred and ninety-eighth time with excitement and uneasiness, the crystal ball was no longer silent. Instead, a scene of towering sea cliffs and endless plains appeared. He could even see In the vision, there is a knight in silver armor riding a horse on the plains.

"Alfheim?" The shaman was a little confused. He didn't know why the crystal ball showed the image there.

However, the scene in the crystal ball suddenly disappeared. When the shaman stared at the crystal ball for the nine hundred and ninety-ninth time, three graceful ships appeared. He could clearly see the sea cliffs not far from the ships. He felt that the sea cliffs were so familiar, and soon He reacted. He followed the Sea Fang and appeared there. The three ships in the image were in the Knife Bay. Combined with the descriptions of last night's survivors...

"Have you finished reading?" A voice broke the shaman's thoughts. He was so frightened that he almost dropped the crystal ball in his hand to the ground. The place he was in was already secretive enough, so why would anyone notice him? ?

The shaman looked in the direction from which the sound came, and saw the blind prophet of Ormskro slowly walking toward him, dragging his twisted left foot and holding a staff carved from troll bones. When the prophet appeared, he was even more surprised that the prophet was holding a deformed monster locked in a silver cage in his hand.

"Your things were left with me. We should take what belongs to us at any time, right?" the prophet said, staring at the shaman with his blind eyes.

"We?" The shaman recovered from the shock. He squinted at the prophet and asked the word.

"Yes, us! We are all doing the same thing. It's time for Ulfric to truly accept the gift of the dark gods. This is his destiny!" The prophet said as the shaman continued to approach. , after he finished speaking, he stuffed the silver cage containing the deformed monster into the shaman's hand.

"And your destiny!" After doing all this, the prophet limped away without looking back. His lips were slightly split, and he said softly where the shaman could not hear.

"You brought destruction to Ormskro! The elves came to this city like a vengeful wolf because of you!" The shaman walked into the king's hall and looked at Ulfric holding the body next to the throne and said sternly.

Ulfric struggled to get out of the pain, and he looked at the shaman blankly.

"The prophets among the elves predicted that you would go to Alfheim next, so they came in advance!" the shaman said without any doubt.

After hearing the shaman's words, Ulfric's pupils refocused, and the whispers of war rang in his ears. His eyes narrowed slightly, and then he looked at the shaman with the eyes of a dead man, Hodis. He is dead, and he no longer needs to lift the curse imposed on him by the dark gods for his dead lover. Similarly, Hodis is dead, and he no longer needs this shaman!

Flocks of crows circled over Ormscero, led by Ulfric's newly refitted Sea Fang, followed by Ormscero's remaining longships. The marauders sat on their benches and slid the oars hard, their faces expressionless, no one dared to make a sound, and no one dared to ask where Ulfric Shaman had gone.

Ulfric stood at the bow of the ship, his hand on the wooden dragon's forehead, his hair constantly blowing in the cold wind, holding a ball of bloody silk in his hand, his head raised towards the sky , his keen eyes stared at the leaden dark clouds, trying to see the faces of the dark gods. The last trace of warmth in his eyes was lost and became extremely cold.

"For Khorne!" Ulfric's tone was full of sorrow, his serious words echoing in the waves. He dropped the soft fragments of silk into the sea, then reached into the bag and pulled out another offering.

"For Slaanesh!"

Ulfric kept chanting, and as he chanted, he kept throwing the sacrifices in his hands into the sea, and finally the bag was empty. He slowly and reluctantly took off the first floor's golden hair from his belt. He looked at the golden hair flying in the wind in his hand and kept thinking, remembering, thinking about the good times he had with Hodith, and tears kept flowing from him. It flowed out of the corner of his eyes and disappeared in the wind. He hesitated for a long time, and finally threw it into the sea, where it gathered with other sacrifices.

The pain of loss pounded in Ulfric's heart as he stared across the sea, watching the water meet the dark clouds on the horizon. He could feel the power of the dark gods, and he understood that even without the curse and the elves' raids, everything he suffered would come to him. Wigrendel would still steal Hodis from him and give Hodis to pig-like Svebjorn, his love would still be betrayed and tainted, and the stench of another would still be with him Another person's bad breath is on the lips of his beloved in his beloved's body.

Perhaps it is a better result now. Ulfric believes that the curse is actually a blessing. Without the power of the Sea Fang, he would not have obtained the title and honor of "Wanderer", and he would not have won the most prestigious title. With the brave Norscan warriors loyal and willing to follow him to the ends of the earth and fight at his will, everything now comes together. The Dark Gods are helping him, and before he chooses to serve the Dark Gods, the last thing he will do is revenge!

Next, Ulfric will no longer try to escape his deserved fate. He will sail on the sea. Once the dark gods choose the sacrifice, no one can escape his pursuit!

Above the Sea Fang, a crow screamed and then turned and flew towards the frozen Norsca Mountains. His work was done.

The Dark Gods now have their champion, but...perhaps temporarily...

Why are you so worried about that Tzeentch? Isn't it good that Slaanesh, which everyone loves to see, is the whole point?