Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

It turns out it doesn’t matter...

A golden light shone in the sewers beneath the university town of Altdorf, part of the wall collapsed, and swarms of insects weaved fascinating patterns in the air. Costumed skeleton warriors clutch their weapons, ready to obey their master's every command, while the Lich Priest prepares for his final great rites.

The Lich Priest used a very crude method, almost brutal.

The raging sandstorm appeared around the Lich Priest again. He raised his arms and looked above the sewer. The sound of the rolling sand was almost deafening. Particles collide with each other, scouring, grinding and banging against the walls of the sewer, the pitch changing from hissing and hissing to an oddly low squeak.

The color of the sand changed from yellow to brown, green and black. The sand not only changed color, but also became larger and sharper.

Then, the chirping sounds of swarms of insects replaced the sound of the sandstorm. Under the influence of the impact, these insects moved quickly, devouring the wall above the sewer, devouring the rooms below the university town and the bricks that separated other areas. Blocks and gravel opened passages to the top for the Tomb Kings.

Every window in the university begins to turn to sand, and from the outside of the building, everything appears normal. The patrolling doormen were not paying attention to the buildings, and if anyone had looked, they might have seen the reflection in the windows before, and now they might have seen the black holes in the windows, but they probably wouldn't have noticed the difference because of the tired Feelings began to well up in them.

Sand continues to accumulate in the room, and the wind blows through the hollow windows, carrying tiny particles and sweeping them to every corner. The originally smooth walls of the university's lecture halls, conference rooms and restaurants began to be gradually eaten away by sand, forming undulating dunes. The dark opening in the window grew deeper, as if leading to an endless abyss.

As the plaster breaks down, the water dissipates by invisible forces, leaving no trace behind. Exposed walls are constructed of solid blocks, bricks, gravel and flint. These materials are eroded by the wind and dispersed in the form of dust and particles, blending into this invisible change.

In the quiet library, sand drips like tiny clock grains onto the shelves of books. Every drop of sand is a mark of time, and the books gradually lose their original shape and turn into fine particles. Verena did not protect this library that belonged to her. The whole scene was getting farther and farther away from the library, as if it was a distant scene swallowed by wind and sand.

The university buildings were originally surrounded by flower beds and gardens, but under the impact of sand and dust, the fallen leaves and yellowing dead grass gradually disappeared and were gradually swallowed up by the wind and sand. The outlines of stone bricks and campus buildings are gradually blurred under the cloud of sand and dust, as if they are a ruins forgotten by time.

The plaster in the wind and sand shattered into dust all over the sky, the building that was originally an academic palace began to disintegrate, and the water evaporated instantly in the strong wind. At the edge of the garden, the blooming flowers lost their vitality one by one, like a ruthless dissipation.

Just when the entire university fell into a dream and was swallowed by the wind and sand, it was when the entire university fell into boundless nothingness. Suddenly, just like a classic scene from the old scene, two slender, noble shadows appear in the sewers, and two heavily armed elves jump straight into battle.

As Gilead approached the group of Tomb Kings, he put his hand under the armpit of the breastplate, and when he pulled it out, his hand was clasped. He knelt on the ground and began to move his hands as if writing, a drop of colored liquid flowing from the gap between his slender index finger and thumb.

The liquid continued to flow, weaving into a beautiful pattern, and the liquid dripping on the ground shone with power. Fiswell stood on the left side of Gilead, and the arrow he shot hit the skull of the skeleton warrior, and then the second A third arrow was shot by him one after another.

Just as Fishwell was shooting, Gilead used more liquid to draw words, wrapping him and Fishwell like a prison. At the same time, he was constantly chanting in his mouth, chanting the elves of the classical era. Spell.

Then Gilead stood up, drew out the sharp blade from the scabbard, and rushed towards the skeleton warriors rushing towards him and Fishwell. Their steps were like gorgeous dance steps, constantly intertwining and flying. The two of them rushed into the pile of skeleton warriors and kept spinning, and their sharp blades kept harvesting.

The swarms of insects that originally eroded the sewers also changed their direction. They gathered around Gilead and Fiswell, but they were powerless. They could not break away from the protection previously imposed by Gilead. They could not stop the progress of the elves, but gathered instead. Together they are constantly harvested.

The skeleton warriors near the Tomb King were arranged in a neat team. They were holding narrow shields, spears and curved swords. The yellowed bones were constantly exposed under the ragged rags. They did not wear armor, but wore cuffs and headdresses. , wearing an anklet and a simple badge of allegiance.

After receiving the order, these skeleton warriors turned around and began to charge. They were ready to give their lives again and end their thousand-year immortality.

The Lich Priest also stopped the ritual. He faced the elves and waved his staff. He dispersed the swarm of insects that had no effect on the elves. He sent the swarm of insects to the intersection leading above, sent the swarm of insects to the university, and sent The swarm went to carry out his order. He wanted to ban all organic and wasteful things, and all things that would rot and pollute. He wanted humans to know the cost of stealing the Tomb King's items.

The skeleton warriors opened their jaws and let out war cries with surging movements. The air flowed in their torsos. They stabbed the elves with their spears and used their shields to defend themselves against the elves' attacks. The harsh sounds of bone against bone, bone against tendon, bone against fine steel were heard, but there was still no death.

Yes, nothing dies, because nothing lives at all.

Although surrounded by skeleton warriors, Gilead and Fishwell still occupied a dominant position. Gilead's shield was always strapped to his back, and his double blades were constantly waving. He cut continuously and quickly, separating the skeletons. Jaws, wrists, kneecaps and ribs, and the sound of clashing remained on the shields, but the battle went on for a long time and nothing died.

The stabbing is to pierce the skin and muscles, damage the organs and cause blood to overflow, but the stabbing poses no threat to the skeleton warriors. In order to eliminate the skeleton warriors, Gilead and Fishwell must use the tactics of dismemberment and beheading. They must kill the skeletons. The warrior's bones are separated from the sinews and separate the various parts of the skeletal warrior.

As the battle progressed, Gilead became more and more angry. Now he could only swing out of instinct. He knew that he and Fiswell were in a state of anxiety. No matter how good the opportunity was, there were too many to hold against each other. It was just a futile war of attrition, not a great victory.

Suddenly, Gilead's anger subsided and calm returned. He and Fiswell were still intertwined. His speed became faster, waving his double blades in an almost perfect rhythm, in the path of the skeleton warrior's attack. Staggered, no weapon could penetrate his defenses.

Every blow of Gilead hit the target, cutting off an arm from the skeleton warrior in front of him, and cutting off a leg from the skeleton warrior behind him. The ribs of the skeleton warriors around him were constantly shattered, shoulders were dislocated, and vertebrae were broken. Displacement, jaw separation, torn joints.

For just half a minute, Gilead didn't know what was happening, and for some reason, he didn't even realize that this state was swallowing him up. He thinks there's some weird magic going on, that the world as he knows it has stopped, and that everything is happening at an excruciatingly slow pace, as if the skeleton warriors are fighting their way through goo.

Gilead also realized that he didn't need to breathe or blink, he felt as if he was swimming in water, and he had complete control over the fight.

At this time, the Tomb Prince in the slide broke through the restraints and stood up. However, he could no longer play any role. He was very good at fighting, but those who were more powerful than him were rushing towards him on a shadow horse at a devastating speed. Come.

Colonia has dealt with these skeletons. Unlike Genevieve, who often stays with her, she knows the weaknesses of these fleshless undead creatures. Among the spellcasters following her, there are five of them, including her. Proficient in shadow magic, after the group weakness spell ends, a new round of group magic begins.

Even if the Lich Priest could fight, he would still be insignificant in front of this group of elven spellcasters. The elves used the sewer environment and the Urku wind in the star stones to completely destroy the Tomb King's team.

Darkus frowned as he listened, with his tongue in his mouth. He had already held the dinner fork tightly in his hand. The originally gorgeous silver fork was covered with a layer of ice. With a little force, he clenched it tightly. The fork in his hand turned into powder.

"So? Half of Altdorf University collapsed?"

Darkus was speechless. He originally planned to let his companions take a nap and continue to visit Altdorf University in the afternoon, but what happened? Hey guys, Altdorf University collapsed?

After Darkus finished asking, the elves did not respond. Instead, they looked at each other and communicated with each other with their eyes. They followed Darkus for a longer or shorter time. Of course, they were emotionally aware of Darkus. Si was angry, and very angry.

"Yes, my brother, half of the library we went to yesterday sunk into the ground, and most of the books turned into dust under the magic of those skeletons." After a while, I felt the elves present. Maranur said, looking at him.

Darkus leaned his back on the chair, closed his eyes and rubbed the area between his eyebrows with his left hand. He felt a little speechless, and at the same time he felt a big invisible hand controlling him.

"Our great poet, what do you think of Gilead's story and what happened last night? From an artistic point of view." The dining area on the first floor of Forest House suddenly became silent. After another moment, Dark Us said with an angry smile.

Darkus changed the topic first, but he did not open fire immediately. He felt that something was a little strange. Maybe his companions would provide him with some inspiration. Some things cannot be figured out by one person, and everyone must think about it together. Thinking.

The elves present turned their attention to Tolandil again. They knew that the great poet in Dacus's mouth was Tolandil who had a high probability of becoming Dacus's brother-in-law. At the same time, they all vaguely felt that There was indeed a problem yesterday. Some things were too coincidental and unnatural.

"In the deepest south of Erzin Alvin, sand is the only constant, but time is not measured in these things at all."

Despite being watched, Tolandir did not have stage fright. As a bard, there is no reason for stage fright. He has been dealing with the same kind and human beings for many years and has a lively mind. He knows why Darkus asked him to say a few words at this time. After thinking for a while, he picked up the lute on the side of the chair that had lost its magic and played it with dazzling His fingers stirred the strings, and then he sang in a melodious tone.

“Sand does not represent time, the sands of time never dry up.

When the same amount of sand passes through the hourglass, the changes between elves and humans are so great. Humans measure their spans of life by those glass maracas in little frames of wood, brass, and bone, and we elves measure our spans of life by the desert sand or the moving mountains, but there is nothing essential about the two. In the end, we will all return to peace, dust will return to dust, dust will return to dust, life and death will continue to reincarnate.

There is not enough sand in the world to sustain the inhabitants of the Southland Tombs, nor enough sand for any of them to survive. Of course, they don't live, but they inhabit the world all the same. They dwell in it and seek to corrupt, and when they are finished we shall all be dust, we shall all be sand…”

Tolandir paused at the end of the performance, and then stopped completely. Although it was a temporary performance and the performance was not very good, he thought that his task was completed. Darkus temporarily handed over the stage to him. Now it is It's time to return the stage to Darkus.

Darkus was deeply attracted by Tolandil's playing. After Tolandil paused, he knew that Tolandil's performance was over. He was the first to applaud for Tolandil. Applause for the performance.

Tolandir's performance seemed a bit abstract and traditional to Darkus, but Tolandir's performance carried a magical power that brought his thoughts to the Southland, from the southern shore of the Central Sea to the Southland. The junction between the jungle and the desert is filled with yellow sand and skeletons.

Darkus' thoughts are constantly spreading, maybe? The South should not be a place for those skeletons to survive in the future. He has always had double standards. Although Genevieve is also dead, he will ignore Genevieve's dead attributes. In his eyes, Genevieve She is an old woman who stays sixteen years old forever.

However, those skeletons of the Southern Kingdom were different. They were already dead and were resurrected by Nagash after their death. This is evil in Druchi's core values!

In Darkus' opinion, Nagash who was buried in some pyramid must be eliminated. As long as he is there, there will be nothing about Nagash in this world. Similarly, those beings who have been resurrected from the dead no matter how bad they were in life. Greatness, no matter what, are all dead.

At this moment, Darkus looked a little surly in the eyes of the elves. He was angry one second, started applauding the next, and then suddenly laughed. (End of chapter)