Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

"My lord... I was in a shop called Scholar's House, but I didn't buy it, but... I got it through gambling, through an Alvatav." After Ren organized his words, he began to tell. He not only brought back the cylinder, but also brought back many other things. What he didn't expect was that this cylinder was so special.

It sounded very interesting to Darkus. The owner of the shop was a halfling who didn't know magic, but for some reason he dressed up as a wizard and was known as the "Magister". Although the boss does not know magic, he has a lot of antiques and collections, because most of the customers there are composed of scholars, students, wizards and other groups. Just like the name of the store, it is more like a Kochi club. The groups would drink, debate and play alwatav in the shops.

As for this Alvatav, there is no need to understand it. It is a board game popular in the northern part of the empire, just like Gwent, which is very popular in a certain world. Ren found traces of elves on the cylinder in the shop, and learned through understanding that the cylinder was collected. The pawnman is now a boss and has opened a restaurant called Man of War with a nautical theme. Then Renn made a bet with a heavier item, and he won.

Darkus felt strange when he heard this, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, because whale teeth usually do not float in the sea. As a result, they fell into the hands of a sailor, and this sailor was still inland in Midden Territory. The person then went around and around, and was finally opened by him.

"Sorior is right about one thing, don't let your hatred control you, otherwise hatred will destroy you." In Darkus' opinion, someone should have had a hand in it, but there was no need to pay attention to it. After further research, the final conclusion is still a coincidence. With a casual shrug, he concluded, and placed the Cruel Fang in the cylinder.

This is the valuable experience Asul gained in the battle of revenge. The lesson he learned is that pain will make people lose enough things, so don't let pain take away everything.

"Keep it safe." After putting on the Cruel Fang, Darkus put his arm around Drusala's shoulders and put the cylinder into Drusala's hand. Then he said, "Let's go and cook. ”

Darkus is not going to use the Cruel Fang to do anything, such as controlling Malok, but he is not going to destroy the Cruel Fang, at least for now. Maybe he wants to talk to Bagir again. Thinking about something, he suddenly glanced at Renn. Although Renn didn't say it clearly, he felt that Renn had a high probability of cheating when he made a bet with the boss.

At the same time, Darkus had a profound understanding. Most of the people who can leave their names in history have two brushes, such as the gray lord Elend who enslaved Malok for centuries and finally died in the hands of Malok. Riel, no matter how strong this gray lord is, at least his soul and will are strong, otherwise he would not be able to enslave Malok.

Belloda, who was no longer covering her face, breathed a sigh of relief. Although she was still a little confused as before, she did not think that Darkos made the decision after she told the contents of Soriol's memoirs. The way Darkus handled it surprised her, but at the same time it was a bit natural, because it was Darkus. Just like what Darkus said, treat her and the original Asur sailors the same way, don't be dominated by hatred.

While Belloda was thinking, the Druchi were also looking at each other, exchanging opinions with their eyes. Compared to what Darkus said, they were more puzzled by Darkus's handling method. If it were them, they would definitely be ecstatic now, because that is the most powerful red dragon of Elsin Alvin, which is a symbol of power and strength. But the strange thing is that they understand it and think it is expected.

The Enils, headed by Lindyalok and Kaia, behaved relatively calmly. Although they were in the center of the whirlpool, they could not comment on anything.

While Darkus was cooking, a flying formation composed of two forest dragons and a red dragon also arrived at Blood Island.

Bajir glanced at Splintwen, who was flying alongside him. He knew that Maloch was awake, because he heard Maloch's roar, and there was a questioning look in his eyes. At the same time, various questions flashed through his mind. On the way here, he still couldn't understand why Splinterwen chose to take him to find Malok. He knew that the relationship between Splinter and Marlock was not very good, and compared to the forest dragon, the red dragon was more independent and autonomous.

However, Splinterwen did not respond to Barzil and continued flying. The quality of his sleep recently was very poor. Whenever he fell asleep, terrible dreams would invade him. After a long time, he believed that it was a prophecy, as if telling him his future destiny. Now he wanted to do something urgently to escape from that terrible fate.

After the three giant dragons circled around Blood Island twice, they finally landed on the blood-red beach.

"He's awake." Splinterwin first said nonsense that both Bajir and Berg-Schon knew, and then added, "However, I don't think that he woke up because of our arrival."

"Are you sure he won't do anything to you?" Berg-Schon asked with interest. She has lived in the south of Athel Loren for a long time. She knows Splinter and Malok. things in between.

After hearing Berg-Schon's words, Splinterwen did not respond. Instead, he flicked his tail, then raised his head and let out a sharp cry.

At this time, Marlock had recovered from the shock and fear. He did not expect that the final result would be like this. It was completely different from what he had thought before. Based on his understanding of the elves, shouldn't he fly to where the Cruel Fang is and be enslaved again? Why did that existence let him stay well, as if nothing happened, more like a simple hello, that is, a greeting, nothing more.

Maloch, who was thinking, was brought back to reality by a sharp scream. He knew that it was Splinterwen's voice, and he became angry again when he thought of Splinterwen. He was so huge that he approached the entrance of the tunnel at an alarming speed, walking through the tunnel like a giant snake. The rocks in the tunnel kept rolling down due to his huge size. As his body squirmed, the tunnel also expanded. With.

Malok raised his head to the sky, gazing at the stars he hadn't seen in five centuries. The eerie light of the twin moons gave the reptile's crimson scales and black claws a colder tone, but it did nothing to relieve the pain within him. Boiling rage. He spread his wings, twisted his body, and dug his sharp claws into the side of the volcano. Then at an extraordinary speed, they climbed up the steep mountain from the entrance of the lava tunnel, and did not stop until they reached the truncated summit of the volcano.

With a predatory gaze, Malok looked down on his desolate island, staring at the jagged rocks and blood-red sand. His pupils ignored the crabs running due to the arrival of the dragon, the vast ocean that was calm on the surface, and the dolphins and whales in the sea that could fill his burning belly. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and focused on the three uninvited guests.

Drops of hot saliva flowed from Maloch's mouth. Although hunger devoured his internal organs, there was a greater power motivating him, and his thoughts returned to what was troubling him.

Leather wings spread slowly from above Malok's shoulders. When fully extended, the wings were larger than the mainsail of a galleon, and they moved up and down as he tested them against the warm wind that blew in. With a snap, the wings opened fully, and his powerful lungs made him let out a long roar, and flames spurted from his jaws. Not counting his wingspan, his body was eighty meters long and he jumped down from the mountain. His powerful wings kept the giant reptile in the air, and then he swooped down towards the blood-red beach.

Seeing the terrifying Marlock, Berg-Schon and Bagir looked at each other in unison. Now they thought that their arrival was a mistake, and they should not listen to Splinterwen at all.

Malok's huge body hit the beach hard, and the splashed sand made a crackling sound on the dragon's skin. This sound echoed on the silent beach, seeming to reveal an unpredictable confrontation. Silence and tension filled the air, making the beach seem like a battlefield where conflict could break out at any time.

Maloch's pupils were fixed on Splinterwen, and the blazing light in his pupils was filled with deep suspicion. In this tense atmosphere, every sound of waves crashing on the beach seems to emphasize the unresolved confrontation between the two. Every grain of sand seems to bear witness to the tense relationship between the red dragons, and the salty smell in the wind is like an invisible warning.

Splinterwen stood on the beach, facing Malok who was larger than he recognized. He felt Maloch's strong anger, but in that angry gaze, he seemed calm and calm. Because Marlock won't do anything to him, like he did so long ago.

And Splinterwen is also powerful, with his body showing a deep red majesty, and his scales shining like jewels in the fire. This deep red color seemed to come from the burning heat of lava, adding a suffocating atmosphere to his body. His body is huge and slender, and his strong muscle lines outline a graceful outline. Under the illumination of the twin moons, the crimson scales shine with a metallic luster, as if they have been cast into a pair of strong and inviolable armor. The spiked bone crown on his body is as tall as a crown, as if he is the king among the red dragons.

Splinterwen's eyes are deep and sharp, and his wings are wide and strong, but with cracks that can stir up storm-like airflow during the vibration. This is why he is nicknamed "Split Wing". He has the same powerful aura as Malok, and is both an elegant dancer and an unrivaled warrior.

Compared with these two red dragons, Berg-Shun and Bagir next to them seemed a bit small. They are covered in green scales and are relatively small in size, but they exude a kind of agile vitality.

The scales on Berg-Shun's body shimmered with emerald green like leaves. This green seemed to be blessed, with a gentle glow of fluorescence. Each scale is as crystal clear as emerald, emitting a unique soft halo under the light of the twin moons. The moment she spread her wings, the emerald green light drew a gorgeous arc in the air, as if she were painting a dreamy dance blown by the wind. Her pupils are bright and agile, like clear lake water, containing endless love and understanding of nature.

Every detail of Berg-Schon exudes an aura of closeness to nature, as if he is a fairy from the woods. Around her, the air seemed to be filled with a fresh fragrance, making people feel like they were in a lush forest. Her deep affection for nature makes her the guardian of Athel Loren. Her existence is like a quiet forest, allowing Asrai to feel the beauty of nature while also arousing infinite awe of nature.

Bajir, on the other hand, has a strong body and is flexible and agile. His scales show the brown color of the deep forest, blending into the natural camouflage, allowing him to wander in the forest without leaving a trace.

"Why are you here? There is no goodwill between us, and the past grudges are hard to forget. And you brought two friends here. Do you know that I am hungry?" Finally, Marlock broke the silence with a low voice. questioned.

"You're right, we did have grudges, but I'm not here this time to continue the past grudges. That's why I brought Berg-Schon and Bagir here." Splinterwin stared intently. Looking at Marlock, his expression was calm, but revealed a hint of vigilance that was not easy to detect.

Splinterwen and Malok had known each other a long time ago, but just like the red dragons were individuals, they were not familiar with each other. But in the end, for some reason, they ended up living together for a while. During that time, during the War of Vengeance, Elandriel not only enslaved Malok, but also enslaved some other red dragons living in Elshin Alvin. Fortunately, forest dragons live in the forest, and because their characteristics are extremely difficult to detect, they did not end up being enslaved.

Elendriel tasted the taste of power and power after enslaving Malok, and then, with the assistance of Drusala, he followed the same example and enslaved some more fire dragons, and Splintwen was one of them. But there was usually only one rider on a dragon's back, and he gave Splintwen to one of the dragon princes of his family.

The result...

The dragon prince was not even a little bit inferior to Elendriel in strength and will. In the fierce battle, his arms and sides were injured, but he never thought about maintaining command of his mount, nor did he He thought about using the amulet hanging around his neck to demand his mount's obedience, but instead just screamed. So...he didn't stop Splinterwin from using his claws to break the straps binding the saddle, nor did he stop himself from falling from the sky.

Fortunately, the dragon prince did not fall to the ground and become minced meat. Because before he could fall, Splinterwin, who knew that the talisman was the key, leaned over and bit him off with his mouth, swallowing the elf's upper body with the talisman in his stomach. He was free, but just like the characteristics of the red dragon, he ignored Malok who was still seeing all this not far away, let alone Malok's kind of pulling the brothers together for the sake of everyone being a red dragon. Instead, he adjusted his direction and ran away in the rain of arrows from the crossbow... ran away!

"You're still so shameless!" Malok's low roar echoed on the beach. He thought of what happened just now, and what happened in the past. He was irritated by Splinterwin's understatement, and his inner anger grew stronger. Raging, everything seems to be rekindled at this moment.

Splinterwen didn't respond, just stared at Malok coldly, as if he was accustomed to Malok's anger. However, Malok, who could no longer bear the past, jumped up and pounced on him like a volcano erupting.

Two powerful red dragons were entangled on the beach, the wind howled, and there was a sharp collision between the dragon scales. Maloch's huge body is like a battle axe. His powerful claws are waving, and every blow carries destructive power, lifting up the sand and stones on the beach. His angry roar makes the air tremble with the roar, and the fiery red The pupils were flashing with violent flames, as if they were venting the anger in their hearts.

Splinterwen's body was like a gust of wind on the beach. His movements were agile and vigorous, and he nimbly dodged every attack from Malok. The fine sand on the beach flew under his limbs, forming a light dust. He skillfully moved around, his figure floating up like a wisp of smoke, causing Malok's huge claws to continuously pounce into the air. This flexible movement is like a gorgeous dance, but it is full of fatal dangers.

Splinterwen was undeterred when Malok's roar was deafening. He calmly observed Marlock's every move and understood the opponent's attack pattern. There was a cunning light in his pupils. Just as he expected when he came, Marlock was angry, but he did not kill him. hand, he saw an opportunity.

In this seemingly fierce battle, neither one fully unleashed a fatal blow. Although their dragon fangs and claws clashed, there was a subtle restraint implicit in each attack.

Bagir and Bergshun, who had already retreated and were ready to start at any time, looked at each other. They also noticed the subtle actions of Malok and Splinterwin.

As the battle continued, Malok's angry offensive gradually weakened. Splintwin was keenly aware that Malok's anger was gradually extinguishing, so he deliberately created a seemingly flawed situation to lure the opponent to attack again.

Maloch saw this opportunity, his fiery red pupils flashing with determination. No longer tolerating Splinterwen's dodges and counterattacks, he jumped up and grabbed Splinterwen's neck tightly with his claws like iron pincers. Then his huge body pressed against Splinterwen's body, waves of heat burst out, and a heart-stopping sound of friction came from the dragon's scales. His dragon tail wrapped around Splinterwen like a steel chain, pressing Splinterwen to the ground.

Flames continued to spurt out of Maloch's jaw, and the flames continued to burn Splinterwen's scales.

Splinterwen felt the strong pressure from Malok, and his body was restrained so that he could not break free, but he did not struggle and was just suppressed.

"Gracchus is dead." Splinterwen, who was suppressed by Maloch, said calmly. His pupils flashed with sadness that red dragons usually don't have. This sadness is more empathetic.

This news was like a heavy blow, waking up Maloch from his anger. He could feel the grief and hesitation contained in Splinterwen's words. At this moment, he understood why the other party would choose to look for him. .

Gracchus, also a red dragon, was also one of the red dragons enslaved by Elendriel at that time. The red dragon has a powerful ability to sniff out gold and gems, so he discovers hidden dwarven treasures. Over the centuries he collected the gold and jewels of Karak Dragoncliff, and he did everything he could to increase his wealth and plunder the lands of Bretonnia, devouring entire towns and annihilating the armies that targeted him. His treasures continue to grow with the passage of time.

However, where there is gold and dragons, there are adventurers, so hundreds of treasure hunters and heroes came from all over to try their luck, and soon Gracchi's treasures were filled with many Imperial and Bretonnian braves The bones of a knight, and the ax of an aspiring dwarf dragon slayer.

In the end, Graug died. While he was sleeping, a dwarf lurked into Karak Dragoncliff Castle through his own characteristics and found a secret passage leading to the treasure house. He was sleeping at that time. Then the dwarf pierced his scales with a rune axe, and severed the artery in his neck. Because of this feat, the dwarf was called the "Dragon Slayer". When the door of the dwarf fortress was opened again, the dwarf became the new lord of Karak Dragoncliff Castle.

The legendary deeds of that dwarf spread among the dwarf society, attracting countless dwarves to follow suit. They also aspired to make achievements like this new lord. Under this trend, a dwarf came to Splinter not long ago. Wen's lair, it turned out that this dwarf was not as lucky as the legendary one.

After listening to Splinterwen's story, Malok was silent for a moment, and then slowly released his hold on Splinterwen. His dragon claws and tail slowly loosened, leaving a trace of residual warmth, as if to express a kind of silent condolences.

Some things cannot be accurately evaluated from a standpoint. Dragons are also living creatures, and they will die as long as they are living creatures. From a certain perspective, this group living in the Old World is more like the predators in the mountains, such as tigers, bears and leopards.

In the old world, when there were no elves and dwarves, this group was very comfortable. They usually slept and occasionally had fun with greenskins and beastmen. After the elves and dwarves appeared, everything changed. After the glory of the elves and dwarves in the old world passed, humans made a shining appearance again. Then all kinds of demons and monsters appeared on the scene, including vampires who longed to eliminate the curse through dragon blood, dwarf butchers who longed for death, human knights and adventurers who longed for achievements and wealth, and occasionally some Chaos believers came to visit.

All these have compressed the living space of giant dragons. On average, one giant dragon will die every century, although the red dragon is not a good thing...

"What does his death have to do with me?" Marlock's pupils shrank slightly, and then he said indifferently.

I'm not in a good state of mind today. Please be careful.