Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Nick, a clan rat, scratched at his filthy fur and sniffed the air in frustration. There was an alluring smell of blood in the distance, but no smell of rotting meat, and he gritted his fangs angrily while lashing his tail in frustration.

Nick hadn't eaten for a long time. The fire had burned the corpse completely, leaving no carrion at all. All he needed now was a severed arm. Thinking of this, he unconsciously drooled from the corner of his mouth. After a while, he still Standing up from the grass with difficulty, he raised his head and smelled desperately, trying to smell signs of carrion in the air, but there was nothing, only the smell of blood and charcoal.

Perhaps the fire would have burned all the flesh, but it might not have been hot enough to burn all the bones. A femur, or even a broad rib, would be a feast for a hungry Skaven, and Nick seemed to be savoring the delicious snack as he ran his tongue along his fangs.

The other Skaven had come to the same conclusion as Nick, he could smell the excitement of his brethren, he could see them rushing across the fields and converging on the scorched earth. He cursed his laxity, he had a stupid habit of getting lost in thought when he should be acting, a habit that never did him any good, always leaving him a step behind, forced to follow his lead. It is a flaw in his character that he chooses the neglected scraps from his fellow countrymen.

Nick hurried across the meadow, where a squabbling group of compatriots were already scrounging, pulling charred bones from the rubble. Angry roars and painful screams resounded as his compatriots were fighting for the remaining bones. The compatriots who grabbed them noisily gnawed the bones open with their fangs and began to suck out the marrow. He shunned his fellow countrymen, whose rough eating habits made him unfit to compete with the rest of his countrymen, and whom he no longer had the strength to participate in. He focused his attention further afield, where his countrymen were more numerous. Less, more chance.

Nick ran, and when his compatriots raised their heads and bared their fangs at him, he lowered his head and hurried over. He reached the last spot, but even here a group of his compatriots were struggling and searching. He instinctively flinched, but his stomach growled and pain shot through his body. He had no way out. This was the last place, if he wanted to find something to eat, it was here.

Desperation drove Nick back, and he took the rusty sword on his belt into his talons. Fear coursed through his blood, fear seizing his glands, but he still chose to rush towards his compatriots. He trembled, his desperate courage was supporting him, but the courage did not bring him any benefits. A flash of light passed in front of him, across his claws, when his rusty sword fell to the ground, when he While he was writhing in pain on the ground, his compatriots came closer. His blood stimulated their senses. What burned in the eyes of his compatriots in the darkness was no longer anger, but hunger!

However, the doomed Nick is saved when one of his compatriots disturbs the pile of ashes, revealing a pile of black bones. Soon no compatriots paid attention to him anymore, and the compatriots rushed around the new discovery.

Nick was still full of frustration, because he knew he still had no chance to rush in and grab something to eat. As he watched the chaotic battle, he saw something rolling out of the ashes and being kicked away by a compatriot. . He noticed that it was a skull, and although it looked ancient, it might still have some marrow. This time he stopped thinking, he grabbed the skull with his claws and held it tightly in his arms. He didn't dare to stay any longer. , he slipped away without looking back.

When Nick thought he was in a safe place, he looked down at his prize, and his stomach ached even more when he discovered that his prize was nothing more than an ancient skull. There were no shreds of meat, no bone marrow, nothing of value. The only thing of value was blood, but the blood still flowed from his claws and stuck to his skull. Gritting his teeth angrily, he raised the skull and wanted to throw the mocking, inedible skull away.

At this moment, a voice seemed to speak to Nick, a faint whisper echoing in his mind.

"Did you give up your rights so easily?"

Nick stopped moving and became stunned. He looked around, carefully looking for the guy who was talking to him. However, no compatriots appeared around him. He suddenly had a terrible idea. He raised his skull in the air for a long time. He didn't put it down, and it wasn't until a long time later that he dared to look at the skull. When he looked at the skull, he found a faint flash of light deep in the skull's eye sockets. Fear was expelled from his glands, and in panic, the terrifying skull fell to the ground.

"I can give you power, more powerful than you can imagine. You will never be hungry again, and you will be the king of your kind!"

Nick stared at the skull that fell to the ground. He was frightened by this terrible thing, but this terrible sound stirred his nerves like a magic power. Ambition emerged in his mind. Maybe he would Get a cloak, a suit of armor and a weapon!

"Such a small ambition...I give you true power. The power of life and death, the power beyond death!"

Suspicion flashed in Nick's mind, and he knew that the terrifying skull in front of him was evil. The skull wanted to get something from him, but those things were definitely things he couldn't afford.

"I need flesh, I need limbs! My body is torn, I have no hands, I can't weave a spell!"

Nick screamed in terror and he kicked the skull away, yes, yes, this horrible guy wanted his body. As he backed away, he could see the faint light disappearing from the skull's eye sockets, and he could feel the voice clawing at the back of his mind.

Nick turned and left, but he saw a figure wandering in the distance. He knew that it was Naik, the compatriot who just wounded him. He could see the hungry light in Naik's eyes. He could see Naik was limping. Naik's leg was bleeding and torn. Apparently Naik had been injured in the scuffle, and now Naik was following his scent to get to some more accessible food.

Even though Naik is weak, Nick knows that he can't beat Naik, and every time he is bullied by Naik, the picture keeps flashing in his mind. Suppressing his instinctive fear, he crawled back to the discarded skull and cradled it in his paws.

"Yes, yes! Give power!" Nick screamed into the skull.

Naik heard Nick's shouting, with a look of contempt in his eyes, and he limped towards Nick's direction.

The trembling Nick looked directly at Naik. He could now see Naik turning into a strange shadow. He could see Naik's pulse and heartbeat. He saw things that he could not see before. Some words came to him. appeared in his mind, and gradually came out from his mouth, his tongue rolled around the strange sound, he moved the skull to the right paw, and made a strange gesture with the left paw.

Naik stopped moving forward, and he screamed in pain, his voice filled with notes of fear, exuding an indescribable pain. His veins were disappearing, his muscles were collapsing, and soon his body was withering.

Nick's stomach roared in pain again, and he opened his mouth to reveal his fangs, ready to jump on Nick's body for a feast.

"No, he's more useful to us!"

The ghostly voice dampened Nick's impulses, and more words came to his mind, and more and more gestures were made, until at last he needed both paws, and he carefully placed the skull on the ground. The body lying on the ground twitched with his gestures and incantations.

For a moment, Nick thought that the skull betrayed him, and the spell reinjected life force into Nike's body, but soon he found that the vitality of life had not returned to Nike's body, and there was no sign of the heart beating. , there was no blood flowing in the veins, Naik was dead, but Naik's body stood up and turned into a soulless puppet.

"Lift your arms," ​​Nick ordered.

Naik raised his arm slowly and awkwardly.

An excited squeak erupted from Nick's mouth, he knew that this power was more powerful than the warlord had, because he knew that the warlord's servants had their own minds and could betray at any time. But the dead Naik no longer has any thoughts except his will. Such a subordinate will never betray, but will only obey his will unconditionally.

Nick, who is good at thinking, looked at the skull on the ground with cunning eyes. The stupid dead thing gave him a secret of great power. He closed his eyes and recalled the spell in his mind again. Yes, yes, the spell was still in his mind. in mind. He smiled, and there was malice in his smile. He might be able to leave the skull in place. The skull would give him enough things. He would no longer be an ordinary clan rat, but a great spellcaster. , he can provide services to the warlord!

Nick smiled again, why would he provide services to the warlord? The skull gave him these secrets so easily, so what knowledge did the skull possess? Perhaps he threw the skull aside when he had nothing more to offer him.

The Nick who picked up the skull again was no longer Nick, but Husker. From this moment on, it was his time.

However, when he woke up from the dream, everything seemed like an illusion. Husker never reached the golden pool until his death. He closed his eyes and died completely.

Malice showed a strange expression. It felt as if its strong hind legs had stepped on something and crushed it, but it didn't care. After all, it had seen a lot of strong winds and waves with its previous owner.