Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

The elves who went deeper appeared in the garden again through the Bridge of Shadows, and then they came from different places and had various traditional histories. They each found a place to vomit in the garden. They couldn't help it at this moment, this was beyond their limit, even some Druchi who knew how to play.

Darkus also bent down and found a place to vomit. The elf standing in the front row just obeyed his instructions and did not rush out. Instead, he stood there to protect the caster behind him, and by the way, The son of Asuyan, who had gone crazy and rushed towards him looking for a way out, was hacked to death.

The battle was over the moment the Chaos Egg rushed towards the elves. The Drukhi used the Reaper Ballista to slam the crossbow arrows into its body, and then the surging magical wind supported the caster. They, the spells of Colonia and Drusala ignited it and set fire to the dead vines of space.

The Chaos Egg that Darolhan turned into is technically a Nurgle Chaos Egg. Its body is made of filth and looks green. Wrapped in pure white flames and sprayed by metal jets, it underwent horrific changes. The pure white flames burned hot and pure, burning its flesh even greener. The filth covering the surface began to melt under the high temperature, emitting a pungent stench. Some thick liquid emerged from the filth, and thick juice, soup, and tentacles continued to fall to the ground, as if they were dissolving in flames.

The metal jet is like a hot fluid, spraying on the surface of the Chaos Egg, making the originally twisted appearance even more distorted and fragmented. As the flesh melted, it let out waves of terrifying roars, like the wails of monsters in flames. Its shape became more and more distorted, and irregular pieces of flesh began to surge, as if the entire piece of flesh had waxed and dissolved.

The dissolution of the flesh of the Chaos Egg and the burning of the flesh-like dead vines produced a strong corrosive smell that was unbearable to the elves. The air was filled with a thick smell of barbecue. However, this was not an unpleasant smell. The pleasant aroma of grilled meat was, on the contrary, mixed with a sickening sour and rotten smell.

The entire process of dissolution was simply beyond description in words. Tolandil, who followed, originally wanted to witness all this as a bard and a descendant of Sestra, but as a result... the intense emotions, taste and visual impact made his His face was constantly twisting and twitching, and he swallowed desperately and covered his mouth to prevent himself from spitting out.

It was like a groan of life being corroded. In the end, the appearance of the egg of chaos that Dalolhan turned into became unrecognizable, as if it was completely melted by pure white flames and metal jets, leaving behind a burning pool. A mixture of pure white flames, black, viscous, and foul smelling was in the center of the battlefield.

"You seem to have eaten something unpleasant?" Maranur, who had taken care of everything, came over and patted Darkus on the back and said jokingly.

Maranur did not follow Darkus down, but commanded everything in the garden and building. Asuryan's Gate, who had lost its organization and gave up resistance in the building, was driven into the garden along with the wounded, and commanded The elf smashed the bones of the elf who stood up when the magical wind spurted out, and after the building was temporarily sealed, he came to Darkus' side.

"Then... there's still one lump left. I left it for you. You can go in now... vomit... and shovel it up with a shovel..." Darkus vomited while fighting back. At the end of the sentence, he thought again. When it came to the scene just now, he vomited a lot amidst Maranul's exaggerated laughter.

After a long time, the recovered Enil spellcasters were protected and prepared, and then returned to that space through the Bridge of Shadows.

It was originally over here. Lauren Loren's crisis was relieved. With the barrier destroyed, the corruption of Nurgle's Whisper no longer polluted the forest and returned to the tranquility and purity that the forest should have.

The forest trees corrupted by the red blight will be burned in a targeted manner. After the creation of the Ancient Saint is opened, the forest will revive again over time, regaining vitality and becoming peaceful and peaceful again. Fresh air permeates the grass and trees. The pests that spread the plague and the wood spirits disguised as Nurglings will not wreak havoc in the forest, and the earth returns to its vibrant appearance.

Sufferers of Gray Eye Fever also begin to feel the power of healing. The corruption of Nurgle's Whispers no longer attacks their bodies. Their symptoms gradually subside, and those eyes that were once dull and drained of pus will once again glow with health. of light.

However, this was just wishful thinking of Darkus. Asanok returned to the garden again and told him, Kaia and Lindyalok the unfortunate news that there was a rift in the space. The rift was not closed. Corruption seeped into the mortal world, and the fleshy withered vines that had been burned away just now sprouted again under that terrifying power, growing and spreading.

As soon as Darkus heard the word rift, his expression changed. He thought of the last time he and Malekith entered the rift, which almost killed him. If it hadn't been for that thing's one wrong move, He had given up on it a long time ago, or it was him but not him at the moment.

"In other words, if the rift cannot be closed, Lauren Loren will still be corroded?" Lindyalok's expression kept changing, and he looked at Asanok and asked with difficulty.

Lindyalok hoped that Asanok would shake his head at this moment, but Asanok did not. Instead, he looked at him solemnly, looking at him resolutely with a look of death.

"I have lived for four thousand years, and I will burn myself to do something for this forest." Asanok said sadly, smiled miserably in the middle of the sentence, then shook his head and turned to leave.

"Thank you, my friend, for everything you have done to Lauren Loren. You have done enough. Thank you, if..." Lindyalok's body was shaking violently, and at this moment he was like As before, knowing what would happen next, he spoke incoherently to Darkus. At the end of the sentence, he smiled miserably at Darkus, shook his head and turned away.

"It's been a pleasure getting along with you, and I'm glad I got to know you." Kaia also knew what was going to happen next. After she finished speaking, she walked towards Darkus, gave him a hug, and shook her head. He turned around and left without looking back.

Asanok walked up to the sons of Asuryan, who were sitting there dejectedly, and shouted to them, telling them what had just happened inside, and then told them what they were about to experience.

The organizational system of the Sons of Asuryan was compromised. The captain, officers and managers were either killed in the melee, or they received the summons of the existence and ran into the space to give it a try. At this time, only Gavino, who was consecrated, He is considered their manager.

Gavino took the lead and stood up again. The other sons of Asurayan showed complicated expressions after hearing Asanok's statement, some were confused, some were repentant, some were painful, and some were regretful, but they looked at After Gavino stood up, they also stood up one after another, but at this moment the fierce quarrel attracted their attention.

"Do you want to go too?" Maranur, who returned to Dacus after hearing the news, asked. As Dacus's brother, he knew Dacus too well. When Keus said something, he roared loudly, "You can't go!"

Darkus didn't say anything, but stretched out his hand to point in the direction of the Enils.

"You can't go!" Maranur rushed in front of Darkus and roared, grabbing the edge of his brother's armor around his neck.

Darkus looked at Maranur and still said nothing, pointing his hand in the direction of the Enils.

"I swore an oath in front of your mother! I promised that she would protect you until the last moment! If...how will I explain to the Witch King and my family? You are the governor of Druch, the Du of Nagaros. Luqi still needs your guidance to return to Ulthuan and regain everything that belongs to us!" Maranur was still tugging at the edge of Darkos' armor, roaring hysterically while still tugging. Darkus.

"As Obien said, this is our era! It is an era that requires us to have the courage to take responsibility and work hard to realize our dreams! This is the worst era and the best era! History will remember it We, the world will remember us, and the people will remember us!" Darkus also roared in response to Maranur, his trembling hand still pointing in the direction of the Enils.

"They are my friends, I don't think... I can't just watch, I have to do something!"

"But you have done enough! You have done enough for this world."

"Maybe... it's not enough. I can't just watch like this. I can't..." Darkus's expression was constantly distorting, and he choked as he spoke. He continued, "There are many more to come. Difficulties, countless hardships and obstacles, countless life and death challenges, and difficult choices!

I can't do this... It would be okay if I didn't know, but I know! But I know! I don’t want to escape. Once I choose to escape, I will choose to escape again in the future! No matter how many other identities I have, I am still a warrior!

I will no longer be me! How else can I lead this era that belongs to us? How else can I help them have the courage to take responsibility and realize their dreams through struggle! How else could I lead the elves back to the Golden Age? Will I stand behind and let our followers who trust us die? Am I worth following? Is it worth dying for?

We are Druch! Proud Druch! Druchi from the bitter cold land of Naggaroth, we drink from the abyss of the world! We stand on the edge of the outer darkness, intoxicated by it, we embrace the darkness, but we will not become the darkness or fear the darkness! We say no to chaos! "

Darkus can feel the contradiction in his heart. Escape is an instinct for him, a nature that seeks survival in the face of danger, but at the same time, he also knows that when a difficult choice is before him, , he is more inclined to face difficulties and move forward bravely. This inner contradiction made him feel strange and awkward. Between escaping and facing difficulties, he always wanted to find a balance between the two, seeking a path that could protect himself and face challenges at the same time.

However, Darkus knew that this was simply unrealistic. There were too many monsters, monsters, cows, horses, and snakes in this world. He no longer thought about questions like philosophy, his heart became extremely determined, and he chose to face unknown challenges head-on. Maybe this is the reason why he didn't want to get involved with the three brothers and sisters of the Takaia family after he came to this world, and then went there again, right?

Perhaps all this is doomed. Darkus has always claimed that he is the Druchi of the new era. He wants to guide Druchi's thoughts. Just like Isha said, he is hope and he wants to set an example. Let every elf feel the power of courage and hope. Maybe this is the so-called leadership temperament? Just like the original Phoenix King and those Slann Demon Priests who chose to fight against Chaos, they made brave decisions for the overall benefit.

Maranur's unstoppable trembling hand no longer pulled Dacus. He put his forehead on Dacus's and glared at Dacus. He knew that he could not convince Darkus, but he thought that his brother was right. At this moment, the past memories kept coming to his mind, and he found that his brother never flinched when he really needed to face it, not before, not now No, and maybe there won't be any in the future.

Despite the darkness in Maranur's brother's name, he sees his brother as more of a hero. He now understands better why his brother is favored by the Witch King, his family, and the gods. envy? No, he didn't think he could be like his brother.

All eyes fell on Darkus, and the elves in the entire garden were watching him, and the elves were moved.

The elves from various places and branches looked at Darkus with complicated expressions. In their eyes, there were eyes of admiration, showing respect for Darkus' courage to move forward; eyes of respect, showing respect for Darkus' determination to dare to face the cracks; and eyes of looking up, because they knew that entering that Behind the unknown rift, you will face the danger of a narrow escape.

Although the elves don't know what exists deep in the rift, they know that it is not a good place and is full of unpredictable dangers. Faced with such a challenge, Darkus chose to take the risk and move forward. In their view, Darkus's behavior was a manifestation of courage and responsibility. At this moment, they resonated with them from all places and branches, and they thought A legendary hero, their common first-generation Phoenix King, Aenarion!

Belloda also looked at the pair of brothers who were arguing in the distance with a complicated expression. Although she had seen and understood a lot along the way with Darkus, she had a deeper understanding at this time. She had always been The incomprehensible confusion was solved at this moment, and all kinds of thoughts were extremely clear in her mind. She took a step forward, then a second step, then a third step.

At this time, there is no limit to the branches for Belloda. No matter what is behind the rift, she will accompany Darkus. If she can come out of the rift alive, she will do more in the future. .

Genevieve and the Drudges who crossed the vine bridge also took steps and came to the surroundings of Darkus. Genevieve's eyes revealed firmness and trust. She was dead, and now regardless of Dark She followed Darkus wherever he went.

Druchi gathered around Darkus in a tacit understanding, showing Druchi's perseverance and pride. They puffed up their chests and their eyes flashed with determination, hoping to be selected by Darkus to face the unknown challenges of the rift together. .

"Perhaps soon, we will reappear in the garden, or it may be a minute later, or a day later, or half a year later." Darkus said softly to Maranur.

"Since you are going, then I will go in your place! If...how do I go back to Nagaros and face them? What is left for me is suffering and pain!"

"You? You can't catch up with me yet. Suffering and pain are what you have to face, and you will face more in the future. If... I really can't come back, you have to promise me one thing! "

Maranur did not respond to Darkus with words, but with his eyes.

"Find Asul's diplomatic mission and kill Finubar who led it!" Darkus said resolutely. He did not care about Beloda who was present. While telling Maranur, It was also told to the Enils.

Darkus believed in the decision of the group of Aenir and Queen Marest. It was the best solution for him not to kill Finubar under the circumstances. Ulthuan did not need a diplomat or politician who was good at dancing. This It will be of great benefit to the next King of Ulthuan.

"Finubar? Don't worry, I will."

After saying this, Darkus said nothing more, but gave Maranur a deep hug.

"Let's go for a walk!" Then Darkus looked at the elves surrounding him, raised his arms and shouted.

The elves seemed to feel a powerful force under Darkus' call. They raised their arms in response and gave out excited cheers. Their determination was like a burning flame, and Darkus' words ignited the fighting spirit in their hearts. It seemed that they had returned from the rift at this moment.

A black and colorful crow was hovering in the sky of Amanvel. After hearing the calls of Darkus and the elves, the crow made a quacking cry, which seemed to be echoing like laughter, but there was no ridicule in the laughter. , on the contrary, there is a kind of joy and fun, as if thousands of changes have been brewed by it.

After a while, the crow squawked again, and then disappeared from the sky, as if it had never appeared.

"My dear, no matter where you go, I will accompany you, no matter what happens, I will accompany you until the last moment." Drusala said with a smile in Darkus's arms.

"How sweet, what an affectionate confession, but it's a pity... I am your sister." Colonia, with her arms in her arms, stood not far from Darkus and said sinisterly.

Just like wherever Darkus goes, Drusala will follow him, and Colonia will follow. She believes that with the strength of her and Drusala, they will bring Darkus out safely. . Although she was not familiar with Maranur and Darkus, after all, there was such a big generation gap, but as she came into contact with her brothers, she fell in love with them. They were her family, as Darkus said at the time That way, we are family! If it doesn't work, we'll go to Kurish and chop up that bloody naga queen!

Darkus was constantly explaining and arranging the three brothers and sisters of the Takaia family. He chose Franais, who would definitely stay with him, and Alyssa, who had to go there to see him. He felt that It wasn't enough for Alyssa to see what happened to Darolhan. As the future leader of Emerald Garden, Alyssa has to go through enough. Once she sets out on this path, she is destined to deal with that person and be her enemy. As long as you watch enough, you will be cautious, and you will not fall into the trap unknowingly and encounter the same situation as Darolhan.

"You stay." Darkus said to Ren.

"Sir? But... why? I am useful to you, I can see..." Ren asked in disbelief.

"Where we are going, you may not be able to play a role. Of course, this is not important. What is important is that all members of the Takaia family do not need to go. If we do not come back soon, you have to reduce the scale of Shadow Hunting during this period. Grow it, recruit some members.”

"Sir, but..."

"This is an order."

"yes……"

The prepared team returned to the space again. At this time, the things that needed to be shoveled disappeared, and the flesh-like withered vines returned to their original shape in a short time. Just as the elves expected, if this rift is not controlled, the things behind the rift will be reflected in the mortal world, and everything will be terrible at that time.

"Let us set off under the watchful eyes of the gods!"

New scenes take the place of the previous space, black shapes flickering in the mist, hazy ghosts clinging to the mist like moths flapping at lanterns. The elves could hear the screams and wailings rising from the mist, and a temptation filled their hearts, making them want to respond, although they knew that answering those cries would only lead to death, but the evil The temptation still eats away at their hearts, urging them to self-destruct.

"Aiwan? Is that you?" Talos stayed where he was, looking at the mist blankly, and asked with surprise and expectation in his tone, and then he walked towards the mist.

Just a second before Talos was about to be lost in the fog, Selire, who noticed the abnormality, stretched out the barb of Clive's broad blade and hooked the antlers on his helmet. A pitiful scream erupted from the fog, and in its echoing sounds could be heard the sounds of giggles and hungry gulps.

"Fuck, I shouldn't have brought you here." Darkus, who noticed the abnormality, first yelled fiercely, and then backhandedly slapped Talos in the face, who was being dragged by Selire.

Baine took a step forward and activated the halberd's flashlight, then stabbed directly at the mist in front of Talos. Darkus, who had just slapped Talos, could feel the god's halberd piercing through it. Through the veil of mist, the ghost-like existence was pierced and rose upwards, but soon became a new outline and then disappeared into the mist.

"You idiot, stop losing your mind. Everything here is fake. If you believe it, you will never find her again." Darkus may not have felt satisfied yet, so he gave Ta's forehand. Ross yelled after slapping him.

The disappearance of the ghost did not bring good effects, but more and more shadow outlines gathered over it. The mist became thinner and thinner, and Darkus could feel the burning eyes in the mist around him begin to flicker out of the darkness, staring greedily at his team.

Then something more evil appeared. The elves walking around saw more than just eyes and outlines, there were also some strange things trying to penetrate the fog. The strange things had wings, sharp claws and dripping fangs, and they were drooling. The strange thing rushed towards the elf impatiently, but the mist was like a barrier that prevented the strange thing from breaking through.

"Let these bastards see how powerful we are." Darkus knew that this would not work. He drew out his scarlet sword and roared, then swung his sword at those strange things that were eager to seize the souls of elves.

Just like Darkus said, the strange things in the mist are just bastards. No matter where he and the elves' weapons hit, the strange things will soften, sneak back into the mist, and then, like hyenas, become the elves. When you attack something else, the monster will come back and eat the mist.

Suddenly, the darkness and fog that shrouded the elves disappeared.

"It wasn't subspace just now? Was it a mezzanine?" (End of this chapter)