Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Maloch snorted indifferently, ignored Splinterwin who was still lying on the ground, then spread his huge wings and flew up. His huge body drew a fiery red arc in the night sky, and the heat wave rolled up behind him, like a red fireball.

Bagir and Berg-Shun, who had been ignored, looked at each other again, and then looked at Splinterwen, who had turned over and lay on the ground.

"He's still like this." Just as Marlock commented, the shamelessness was vividly reflected in Splinterwen. He opened his mouth to comment on Marlock who could no longer hear his voice. It seemed that he had just been pressed by Marlock. It wasn't him who fell, but another dragon, as if what just happened never happened at all.

Maloch did not fly back to his lair. Under the gaze of the two forest dragons, he continued to rise like a meteor rising in reverse. His huge body stood tall in the night sky, and then pointed directly at the sea. Swooping down, he had already found the whales that could give him a good meal. Now his mind was confused and he was still very hungry. He urgently needed to eat something and let his soothed internal organs help him think.

When Marlock approached the sea, he smelled the thick scent of the sea water, and a trace of greed flashed in his pupils. He swooped down quickly, extending his claws to the sea, instantly causing a stormy wave. The huge whale spewing water under the sea was so small compared to him. He roared, his claws cut through the water like sharp blades, and instantly caught the spouting whale in his dragon's claws. The whale struggled, but seemed weak and fragile beneath his immense strength.

Maloch threw the whale high into the air, then cleverly opened its mouth. A burst of flames spurted out from its jaws, incinerating the whale instantly. His flames boiled the sea water, forming a sea of ​​fire, like a feast belonging to the red dragon.

The whale with burnt skin fell heavily on the blood-red beach. Marlock, who landed again, glanced at Splinterwen, who was lying on the beach with his front paws crossed, and then turned his head and glanced at the person in front of him. Bagir and Berg-Schon stay far away. Then he shook his head and snorted and began to eat the whale meat. The whale was roasted until it was crispy on the outside and crispy on the inside. In addition to the unique sulfur smell of the red dragon, the air was filled with the smell of meat.

Splinterwen, who could touch the whale by sticking out his head, did not eat the food that Malok intended to share, as if his shamelessness had a lower limit. He turned his head and glanced at Bagir and Berg-Shun in the distance. He shook his head and motioned to come closer. After the two forest dragons came closer, he began to tell.

"A dream has been bothering me recently. I saw a dragon whose neck was split in half and two necks and heads grew out."

Splinterwen described the scene he saw in his dream. Two huge heads with thorns on them had different characteristics. One of the heads looked very ferocious, with its lower jaw filled with upward-protruding fangs and small red ones. The eyes are buried in the ridges of bones. The other head is long and thin, and looks very evil. On the thin nose is a pair of narrow, asymmetrical eyes, as cunning and sharp as steel. The left eye is larger, yellow, and covered with blood vessels. You can feel a touch of unusual wisdom.

Except for the two heads, the other parts of the dragon have no tendency to mutate, but the body has turned black and gray, with sickly rays of light passing through the blood vessels and rippling on the skin, like traces of some kind of disease, and the claws are always covered with saw teeth. Shape of dried blood scab.

What Splinterwen doesn't know now is that the dragon he saw in his dream is what he will look like in the future. At that time, the name Splinterwen has disappeared and been replaced by the Chaos Dragon Bodroth.

Halfway through Splinterwen's story, Maloch stopped eating, but raised his head and stared at Splinterwen. After eating, he had regained some sense. He knew that this kind of dream was terrifying.

Splinterwen's words filled the air, and a strange chill filled Malok's heart as he spoke of his dreams.

Eventually, Malok stopped eating altogether and focused his attention on Splinterwen. The red light in his pupils flashed, revealing a hint of alertness. After regaining some of his sanity, he began to think. He knew why Splinterwen was so worried about the dream, even looking for him despite his anger.

Red dragons are territorial and usually occupy a fixed territory for themselves, but territorial awareness is not that strong, and conflicts between two or more red dragons rarely occur after their territories overlap. Conflicts occur more often when fighting for mating rights, but this is still rare because red dragons have a low desire to reproduce. Red dragons have a certain low level of sociality, but due to their own characteristics, that's all. They know each other's names and where they live, but they rarely visit each other's homes or sit together to chat.

"Dreams are mysterious and dangerous, and they contain power beyond our understanding. What Splinterwen dreamed was not an ordinary dream, but a warning, a prediction of the future." After listening to Si Berg-Schon, who was told by Printwin, said slowly.

"Peering into the future..." Maloch whispered. In his understanding, the foreshadowing in the dream was the unique mysterious power of the red dragon, which surpassed ordinary understanding. This power is not a blessing, but a curse! Before he was enslaved thousands of years ago, he predicted that he would be enslaved through a dream. He fought, but he could not find a way to stop it, and in the end he could not escape the fate of being enslaved.

"In this dream, can you see the future development clearly, or are it just some vague fragments?" Berg-Schon asked impatiently. She knew what Splinterwen saw in the dream. This may be what Splinterwen will look like in the future. For the dragon, being dominated by chaos is far more terrifying than death.

"In my dreams, I only have what I will look like in the future. The sense of terror and ominous omens make it difficult for me to rest at peace." Splinterwin was silent for a while, then slowly responded, and when he thought of something else, he asked, "You Why did you wake up at this time?"

"I just saw a more terrifying existence than in your dream. The tooth that can control me has reappeared! And the creature holding the tooth appeared in front of me in a physical way!"

"What?" The other three dragons except Maloch exclaimed.

"An elf! I could still resist at first, but after he reacted, I..." Marlock still didn't say it out in the end, which was ultimately unspeakable for him, who was so proud.

"Then why are you still here?" Splinterwen, who also had the experience of being enslaved, asked a key question. He didn't know what happened to Marlock after he was enslaved, but he knew what happened to him. What, he could feel the other party's ecstasy through the medium, and then the other party couldn't wait to order him to go over immediately.

"He strengthened my will to stay here and prevented me from looking for him." Maloch's words revealed a kind of helplessness of being bound. His voice echoed in the night sky. He let go of the arrogance of the past and put his heart to the end. The struggle is revealed without reservation. Now he appears both powerful and vulnerable.

Bagir and Berg-Shun listened quietly. As forest dragons, they had a unique understanding of elves. The situation described by Malok made Bajir glare slightly, while Berg-Shun's eyes flashed with concern.

"The elves today are different from you...the situation at that time is different. Today they are scattered all over the world, with different beliefs and cultures. The elves living in the forest where I live call themselves Aslay, and they have cut themselves off from the past. The elves who live with Bagir call themselves Aenir. Although they are very similar to Aslay, they are fundamentally different." Berg-Shun said softly, and she tried to comfort Malok and Spring. Twin's restless heart.

"I know an elf. He is very powerful and special. Maybe... you can ask him for help. It was only after I was touched by his words that I came to look for you." Bagir's voice rang in the night sky. There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes. In his eyes, Darkus is special and unparalleled. The other elves he has seen cannot compare with Darkus. If anyone is willing to help Maloch, it may be Darkus.

However, Bajir's words did not convince Malok. On the contrary, Maloch became restless. This was not because he doubted Bagir's sincerity, but because his past experiences made him distrust the elves, and the person who just appeared in front of him was an elf.

"Elves are always fickle and complicated, and there are also differences among them. At that time, I could feel the other elves' negative views on the weak creature on my back, but because they needed my power, they indulged that weak creature. Creatures, their ways are often unpredictable. Is this particular elf you speak of really willing to help me? Or is he just following his own will? And... what's the price? The price I have to pay What?" There was a touch of passion and deep pain in Marlock's voice, and doubtful light flashed in his pupils.

"I can understand your worries, but please believe me, Darkus is different from ordinary elves. His power and wisdom are something I have never seen before, and his understanding of us is also very deep. He even proposed A way to help us." Bagir knew Maloch's doubts and took a deep breath.

"Where is the elf you are talking about?" Malok asked casually, still in doubt.

"He should still be in the forest called Lauren Loren by the elves. He went to the Chaos Demon Realm not long ago... and killed a being who was our kind before, but has now been distorted by Chaos. …”

"Lauren Loren? Are you talking about the forest in the north of this continent?" Marlock interrupted Bajir. The other party could feel his presence just now, and he who was also suppressed could also feel the other party's presence. Through the connection through the medium, he felt the location of the other party, and that location was exactly where Bagir said.

"Has he killed our kind?" The second half of Bagir's words made Marlock realize something else while he was thinking. If he felt it right just now, he also felt the mark of the same kind on the other person's body, then It was a curse placed before the same kind was killed, but... the mark on the other party seemed not to be a curse, but a blessing?

"Yes, he killed someone who was once the same as us. I suspect it was Skurex who disappeared when he was fighting the devil. But..." Bajir sighed at the end, and then he said, " But the appearance he described is not what Skrex should have looked like before, it has been distorted into something I don’t recognize..."

"Bajir... I have a hunch that the elf you are talking about is very similar to the elf he just saw. Maybe the elf you are talking about is the same existence." Berg-Shun, who has been observing Malok Catching something, her voice rang out in the night sky.

"What...does he look like?" After hearing Berg-Shun's words, Marlock's pupils shrank slightly. Perhaps the special elf that Bagir mentioned does have some connection with the elf he just saw. After all, there are many things. Everything corresponded, and there was unprecedented urgency and desire in his pupils. He looked at Bagir and asked.

"He is a slender elf, with a slightly childish face revealing deep wisdom. His black eyes are like stars in the night sky, bright and deep, and his eyes are full of curiosity and exploration of the world. His long black eyes are as bright and deep as the stars in the night sky. The hair is spread on the shoulders, exuding a mysterious brilliance..."

"You say that, how can I know?" Marlock interrupted Bajir's rainbow fart. In his opinion, the elves are almost the same. How could he know when Bajir said this? He urgently asked a key question. question.

"The first time I saw him, he was wearing a purple-red robe. When I saw him again, he was still wearing that robe." Bagir, who was interrupted by Marlock, thought for a moment, but he didn't Angry, on the contrary, he thought that Maloch was right. When he first came into contact with the elves, he couldn't tell who was who. He could only tell by smell. He thought of something and continued.

"He is indeed special." Malok sighed. He was now sure that the elf that Bajir mentioned was the elf he just saw. He just saw the robe that Bajir described, and at the same time, he felt a burning sensation in his heart. It was ignited, and now he wanted to understand that elf urgently.

Splinterwen's heart was throbbing, and a deep fire shone in his pupils. He gradually realized that this elf might be the link between dreams and reality. The dream he was seeing was probably due to the appearance of this elf. And a change occurred, because he could feel the appearance of this elf, which made the pulse of the dream become stronger, and his heartbeat seemed to become more powerful at this moment.

Bajir, who sensed the emotions of Malok and Splinterwen, began to talk about what he knew about Zhongdakous, from the initial killing of the great demon Slaanesh, to telling the story of the black dragon, and finally to the second meeting. The length of time is recommended.

"I'm very sure that it was him you just saw. I felt his disgust towards the black dragon at that time. He would indeed do this, instead of..." Bagir's final summary and definition was because he took care of Malok's face. The reason is that he did not repeat what happened just now, but he felt that it was Dacus, and Dacus would indeed do this. While appeasing Maloch, he would strengthen Maloch's will, instead of letting Maloch now Just fly to Lauren Loren.

"Beast Peak? He wants us to live in groups like the guys on that island?" At this moment, Marlock turned his attention from just now to what Bajir said. He asked with some disbelief, Barbarian Dragon It has nothing to do with him. After all, this is for those guys living on the island. He doesn't have any eggs or heirs. He cares more about the so-called red dragons living in groups. Then he confronted Splinterwin, who had never spoken. watching.

The red dragon is surrounded by the melodious sound of waves and the sound of the breeze blowing through the dragon's scales. This beach belongs to Malok's alone wandering territory, but now it is filled with the atmosphere of change.

Maloch's heart seemed to be blown by a strong wind, and his arrogance and anger became stronger at this moment. He doesn't want to be enslaved, let alone share his territory with other red dragons. The red dragon has always been a lonely and arrogant existence. Loneliness is a kind of pride, but now it seems to have become a deprived right. He had always been a loner and found it difficult to accept this changed lifestyle.

A flash of deep thought flashed through Splinterwen's eyes. Like Maloch, he did not agree with the advice provided by Darkus, but he did not want to become what he was in the dream. He knew that he was not him in the dream. , although his body is still there, his soul has been annihilated, which is even more tragic than being enslaved by elves and killed with an ax by dwarves. The inner conflict made him feel unable to make a choice. He was thinking about whether the red dragon really needed to change, whether such a change would be beneficial to the entire group, and whether he could escape his fate.

The two red dragons were immersed in their own thoughts, but the wind on the beach still blew their dragon scales gently, as if telling the story of the changes of time.

"Times have changed. It's no longer the past. I can always be awakened by the arrival of those so-called adventurers. Our space for activities is constantly being squeezed. If we don't do something, sooner or later we will experience something like this. The same fate as Gracchus, with his head hung on the wall of mankind like Schmaig, like those of his kind who were killed by humans in their lairs.

Maloch, if you are willing...I support you. We may be embarking on an unknown path, but I believe that our race does need a change, and you will be our leader. "Splinterwen looked into the darkness in the distance. The waves lapped gently on the beach, carrying a salty breath. His heart was constantly surging. After a long time, his voice echoed on the beach, as if time was passing by. At this moment, he looked at Malok seriously, with a firm light shining in his eyes. As long as he could get rid of the fate in the dream, he was willing to do anything, even to fight, even to live together with his kind.

Maloch listened to Splinterwen's words, his pupils flashing with deep thought and determination. At this moment, he felt the sincerity and determination that red dragons usually don't have from the shameless Splinterwen, as if Splinterwen would really support him, but his focus was not on this. I believe that I can rule the entire ethnic group with my own strength. Thinking of this, he was suddenly stunned. He couldn't figure out for a moment why he thought so and why he discussed the issue of living in groups as if the matter was a foregone conclusion.

The sound of the tide echoed gently in the night sky, and the four giant dragons on the beach formed a sharp contrast in this silent night.

"Who can you contact?" Maloch raised his head, the enthusiasm in his pupils burning, as if the flames burned out all doubts in his eyes. He may not be able to escape the fate of being enslaved, but at the same time he seems to be able to escape the fate of being enslaved. At least now that he has come back to his senses, he feels the kindness released by the one Bagir said, and he can still Here is the best proof. Maybe... he should add some chips to himself and get rid of the fate of being enslaved. Even if he is enslaved again, he must drag this shameless guy in front of him.

"Like Bajir, the Drake who lives in the northern forest..." After hearing Maloch's words, Splinterwin began to summarize like an aide.

Since Splintwen lives in the Gray Mountains, he is not as closed as Marlock, who lives in the southernmost part of the continent. Caledale, who lives in Dragon Castle in the south of Reikland, is very close to him. In other words, he The scope of activities almost overlaps with Caleder's, but they rarely meet, let alone fight over territory.

In addition, Splinterwen also knew many people, such as Mordax, who was cursed during the Great Invasion and gave birth to several Chaos Dragons against his will.

The curse prevents Mordax from dying, even if she suffers the most fatal injuries, but she must constantly fight against the pain. Finding her is difficult, as she has dedicated herself to hunting down and exterminating her offspring ever since.

Carmine, who lives in the swamps south of Nunn, also overlaps with Splinterwen's territory. However, Carmine is not a red dragon, but a rouge dragon. But like red dragons and forest dragons, they both He is the descendant of the black "Black" Calgaranos. Due to the different living environment, he has undergone specific changes. Just like Carmine, who lives in the swamp and has been infected by the wind of Shasu for a long time, he will spit out breath that withers metal and turns flesh into dust. Of course, this is also the reason why Bajir and Berg-Schon accompanied Splinterwen to see Malok.

The red dragon Mordrak, who is active in the Eight Peaks Mountains in the south, has been fighting with the dwarves of Karak Iron Peak Castle. He has not yet been hacked to death by the dwarves using a dragon-slaying ax with runes. The red dragon Marasquez, who mastered the Wind of Aksha and is known as the "Doomsday Fire Dragon", has not been shot yet, but lives in the shadow forest to the right of Lauren Loren. The storm dragon "Sapphire Eye" Ibas lives in the mountains of the southern city-state, chasing storms and clouds. Skulex, who lives in the frozen peaks of Norsca, and Skaladzak and Skagalandil, the "bloody", live in the mountains of the dwarves.

Splinter spoke eloquently, telling what he knew, but what he didn't know was that some beings had fallen.

"Very good, my will has been strengthened and I cannot leave here. Now, go and see him!" There was a hint of suspicion in Maloch's voice. He looked at Splinterwen with a trace of unnoticed anger in his eyes. Haze, this is a true portrayal of his suspicious character.

Splinterwin nodded slightly. He knew what Marlock meant, but even if Marlock didn't say it, he would still try to meet Darkus. It was not for the sake of the tribe, nor was it for the coming of a new era. It's not something that allows the Red Dragon tribe to write its own legend. He just does it for himself.

The three dragons that suddenly arrived left Blood Island again. Malok stood on the beach and watched Splinterwen fly into the distance. Complex and suspicious emotions surged inside him, like the dark tide around him surging deep within him. He had some doubts, wondering whether all this was real or a trap.

Years of loneliness, anger and cruelty have already planted secret seeds deep in Marlock's heart. He is full of distrust of the outside world, which makes it difficult for him to easily trust other existences, let alone those who have escaped in front of him. members of the same ethnic group and enslave their own elves. At the same time, the outline troubled him, and the questions kept tumbling in his mind.

Multiple emotions intertwined in Marlock's heart, making his heart turbulent like the sea surface stirred by a hurricane.