Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 501 352. Final conclusion

"I feel a little awkward? Conclusion? What's the conclusion?" Maranur, who was walking on the flank of Darkus with the Frost Sword on his back, glanced at the name of the hotel in Rick's language on the hotel sign and muttered.

"Final conclusion?" After Dacus responded, he began to taste it carefully. He agreed with his brother's statement and concluded it. After passing by the hotel, he thought about something again. He added He said, "After the meeting, I should come here to have breakfast, celebrate, yes, celebrate, seal the coffin!"

On the other side, More's cold flames disappeared from Manfred's body. He staggered up and the Black Guard's head had been thrown somewhere in the struggle just now. He leaned his body against the tombstone, breathing heavily. After a moment, he opened his arms and began to call out to the Shasu wind surging in the More Garden. This was easy for him, especially at this time. Time, in this place.

Manfred knew that doing so would cause the group of elves to lock onto him again, but he also knew that if he did not do this, he would not even be able to escape from the encirclement of Mor's black guards. He could no longer control so much. He had already heard the footsteps of the Black Guards of Morr surrounding him. He made a gesture to disperse the wind of Shash and swept across the entire Morr Garden, looking for those who had just died.

Ghosts and apparitions hovered above Manfred's head, and his magic pulled these beings out of their original resting place. This was not a powerful army, or it could not be described as an army at all, but it could It was enough to accomplish his purpose.

"Stand up!" Manfred stood up and drew his sword and ordered. He felt the wind of Shasu wrapped around the blade. Then he roared and chopped off the head of the statue of Maul, which was made of black marble. The statue collapsed and shattered into pieces on the ground.

Manfred's actions angered the Morr Black Guards who were gradually approaching him. He looked at the Morr Black Guards who were approaching him and let out harsh laughter. The laughter echoed in the Morr Gardens and enveloped the Morr Gardens. The shadows rose and fell to his laughter as if suddenly alive. The Morr Black Guards were not frightened by his laughter, but instead accelerated towards him.

When a Maor Black Guard appeared in front of Manfred, it seemed as if the shadow was choking his throat, holding his heart tightly. There was a flash of panic in his eyes, and he had a strong urge to run away, to seek refuge back in Mor's temple. He could feel the gaze of the existence in front of him like a deep black hole, swallowing up everything around him. His soul seemed to be trembling under the gaze of this shadow.

However, Morr's Black Guard finally resisted the urge to escape. He understood that Morr was watching him, and any escape could lead to more serious consequences. With the two-handed sword in his hand, he slashed down at Manfred with cold killing intent. The greatsword possesses an irresistible power and seems to be the embodiment of Maul's will.

Manfred had to dodge hard to avoid the attack of Mor's Black Guard. He could feel that the blade of the sword carried a strong force, and once hit, it would cause irreversible damage to him. He blocked the attack of Morr's Black Guard, and then his huge blocking force knocked Morr's Black Guard to the ground, and Morr's black back hit the hard tombstone hard.

Morheiwei felt that his tiger's mouth was cracked, and the severe pain caused him to lose the strength to hold the sword. At the critical moment, he put aside his so-called spirit, raised his leg without hesitation, and kicked Manfred hard in the stomach. Manfred easily grabbed his leg with his left hand, like a predator preying on his claws. Then Manfred exerted force, and with a terrifying sound of tearing, his leg was ripped off from his body.

Painful moans echoed in More's garden, while Manfred threw away the stump of his grasped leg indifferently. His eyes revealed a coldness and ruthlessness, as if he had no feeling for such cruelty. Then he raised the sword in his hand, the cold light flashed, and the wind of Shaxu continued to surge. He raised the long sword and launched a fatal blow to the still moaning Morr Black Guard.

"The situation is starting to get complicated, isn't it?" After doing all this, Manfred said to the Morr Black Guards who were surrounding him.

"You should stay in the tomb!" A Morr Black Guard said in a hoarse voice, and then launched an attack on Manfred.

"Then you shouldn't be here." Manfred smiled slightly when he heard this.

The attack of Mor's black guards was swift and orderly. They surrounded Manfred like ghosts in the dark and launched a ruthless attack. Manfred's figure was like a rushing wind in the siege, every step was a flexible dance, his eyes flashed with sharp light, and every blow was like a needle tip against wheat, full of fatal threats.

Manfred nimbly dodged the attack of a Morr black guard, his body like a shadow passing through the darkness in an instant. Immediately, he accurately inserted the sharp sword into the gap in the throat of another Mor's Black Guard. The blade penetrated the armor without mercy and penetrated deep into the neck of the Mor's Black Guard. His body shape changed, and he grabbed the helmet of Mor's Black Guard. Then, without hesitation, he twisted hard, and Mor's Black Guard's head was pulled out, and his spine was exposed in the air. A blood mist filled the air, and the head of Mor's Black Guard was shaking in his hands.

This scene stunned the other Morr Black Guards. They originally thought they could deal with Manfred easily, but they did not expect that the enemy in front of them was so fierce.

Manfred stood in front of the body of Mor's black guard, carrying the shadow of the abyss. The long sword in his hand was still shining with blood. His eyes seemed to be burning with an indestructible flame, declaring his challenge to fate. .

At the same time, an uneasy atmosphere filled the entire garden. Manfred's magic began to work, the ground around the tomb began to tremble, and the moss on the tombstone seemed to be activated by invisible forces. His magic distorted the boundaries between life and death, awakening the sleeping souls in this cemetery. A group of zombies staggered out of the coffin. The eyes of these undead creatures are hollow and their clothes are torn, as if the souls of the dead are reawakening. They emitted a low roar, echoing in More's garden, like returnees from the dead silence, as if responding to his call.

"What a blasphemy!" Morr's black guards shouted angrily. They felt this powerful and forbidden power. They were angry and disturbed by the resurrection of the dead, and their beliefs were challenged.

The Morblack Guards attacked again, and a long sword cut Manfred's neck. He turned around and roared loudly at the Morblack Guards. In his roar, the Morblack Guards were frightened. He stepped back, pointed at the More Black Guards with his left hand, muttered something in his mouth and clenched his fist.

The long sword in the hand of Mor's Black Guard fell to the ground, his body began to tremble, and he screamed in pain with his hands covering his heart. He could feel an indescribable force seeping into his body, ruthlessly eroding his vitality, and his internal organs seemed to slowly merge into a ball inside his body, causing extreme suffering. His breathing became rapid and difficult, and a pained expression solidified on his face.

The screams of pain echoed in the garden, mixed with the roars of the zombies, forming a strange and terrifying symphony. Morr Black Guard's body gradually lost control, his eyes were filled with despair and helplessness, and then he returned to Morr's arms.

"You are no match for me." Manfred said with a sneer as he stared at the fallen Morr Black Guard quietly.

However, before Manfred could do anything more, a gunshot rang out, and the bullet penetrated his coat and hit his spine. He let out a painful scream and fell to the ground. He was at a loss for a moment. He knew that the Mor's Black Guards would use long-range weapons, but he did not expect that the Mor's Black Guards would actually use firearms.

The cold flames splashed on Manfred's body, and his skin was instantly burned into large blisters. The pain was like thousands of needles piercing his body. He screamed in pain, retreated, endured the pain, waved the long sword in his hand, and tried hard to resist the attack of the Morr Black Guards. He had never been so embarrassed, but he still showed his tenacious side, waving his long sword constantly, trying to block the attack of the Morr Black Guards. However, one of Morr's black guards struck him hard on the sword, and the sword came out of his hand and was thrown aside.

Facing this overwhelming attack, Manfred cursed in embarrassment. At the last moment when the sword was slashed, his body turned into smoke and dissipated in the air. His roar echoed through the garden along with the smoke, leaving a profound silence.

The Morblack Guards stopped their siege, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

The next second, Manfred appeared laughing. He quickly picked up the long sword on the ground, and then suddenly jumped up from the ground like a snake. He traveled through space like lightning, and his long sword struck sharply at the wrist of Mor's Black Guard who was reloading his firearm. The sword blade instantly cut into the armor of Mor's Black Guard, causing sparks to fly. The wrists of Mor's Black Guard were broken in unison under his attack, and the firearm fell to the ground with a dull impact. Mor's black guard howled in pain, blood gushing out from his wrist, forming a bright red arc.

"Where has your glory as the Knights of Mor gone?" Manfred picked up the firearm and stepped on the chest of the Black Guard of Mor. A proud smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes revealed a cunning and cold light, as if he was mocking the tenacity of these Morr Black Guards. While mocking, he crushed the firearm in his hand and continued, "Your power So small that you have to rely on this ridiculous toy, do you really think that silver bullets and swords can kill?”

"What about the halberd?"

After cutting down the zombies in front of him, Franais rushed towards Manfred, while speaking bad Rick language.

"Elf? I..." Manfred turned quickly and grabbed the deadly weapon at the last moment before the halberd stabbed him. He showed a ferocious expression, his eyes flashed with a cold light, and when he opened his mouth to speak, he revealed two rows of sharp fangs. However, before he could finish speaking, he felt an irresistible force coming down the palm of his hand holding the halberd. This force was like a hot flame, burning his palm and spreading to his entire arm in an instant.

Franais activated the flashlight on the God's Halberd, and the halberd's light illuminated a corner of Mor's Garden. He stirred up his muscles and pulled out the God's Halberd. His body jumped and hovered in the air, and the halberd was like a shining meteor, bursting with dazzling light, flying in the air along with his posture, releasing infinite power.

"You can't defeat me, Elf. Although..." Manfred, who was retreating continuously, was about to say something, but before he could finish speaking, the shining halberd slashed at him again, and he pointed cried. He didn't know what ancient magic was attached to the halberd, but he could feel that the halberd could hurt him, just like fire bursting out of the ring, even if he was in various states.

With a scream, Manfred retreated even further. Blood continued to flow from his fingertips. His mouth opened and closed as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't. He felt unbelievable. Just as he expected, he was hurt when he was hit by the halberd, and it was very painful. The pain that was so painful that it was burned for the first time reappeared. It felt like the flame was extinguished, but the grease was still there, and the flame on the halberd ignited the grease again.

Manfred shook his head, but in the end he still didn't say anything. He looked around to check the surrounding situation. He had been delayed here for too long, so long that the situation of the battle had reversed, and the group of elves had surrounded him. Come up. The zombies he summoned were powerless against the attacks of the elves and the Black Guards of Morr. After being ignited by magic, blazing flames erupted from their bodies, illuminating the Morr Garden like daylight. In his career, the zombies he summoned The last zombie also had his head smashed with a hammer.

Darkus shook the leaves and hammered the stick with some disgust. In his opinion, the zombie's attack could not be described as an attack. This was too flattering and looked down on such a dirty creature like the zombie. In his opinion, these disgusting semi-finished products have no technology at all. What drives zombies is just an uncontrollable urge to tear, kill and destroy all living things. After everything passes, they will return to peace again, just like him This is what I'm experiencing now. While he was swinging the leaf hammer, a sound like a slaughtering pig attracted his attention.

Manfred howled like a wolf that had stepped into a trap. He was trapped. The mist of Morgar Garden and Altdorf was almost materialized under the operation of the elven spellcasters, as if the entire island of death was full of darkness. The winds of Erku gathered around him. He could feel that the Urqu Wind seemed to be merging. This feeling was very strange, as if the Urqu Wind was being operated by many beings at the same time, constantly changing and squeezing. He even heard pain and low sounds. and distorted whimpers.

When Manfred pulled hard, the Urku Wind had merged into a huge and swollen mass of rotten flesh. Every time his claws tore open a mass of fog that looked like rotten flesh, the fog would heal in an instant and he knew he was trapped. He struggled violently, and the cage made of mist kept shaking under his strange power, but the cage made of mist remained motionless.

After the zombies were dealt with and Manfred was trapped, the Morr Black Guards present had no target. They turned their attention to the elves who suddenly appeared, their great swords raised in front of their chests on guard.

"We are elves from the Forest House in Beicheng District. He tried to sneak in there not long ago, and we are chasing him. I'm... sorry for what happened to you."

Renn knew that Darkus was not in the mood to pay attention to these Moir Black Guards, who were not very powerful. As the spokesperson of Darkus, he walked directly in front of the More Black Guards. His figure is elegant and majestic, and the elf's noble temperament is fully reflected in him. His voice was cold and firm, and his eyes revealed a hint of unquestionable majesty.

Although the Maor Black Guards were still on guard, they stopped their next actions after hearing Ren's words. They could feel the powerful power of the elves and knew that it was an unwise choice to become enemies with them. One of the captains looked at his colleague who had passed away in Mor's arms, with a look of pain in his eyes, and then a look of relief. After a moment of silence, he nodded and signaled his teammates to stop.

Manfred could no longer struggle, his limbs were tightly bound by the strong ligaments and hard bones transformed into mist, but he was still struggling hard, roaring at the elf walking towards him, his eyes like As bright as a torch. His struggle became more and more fierce, and the cage did not shake at all under his strange strength.

Darkus looked at Manfred's futile struggle. He didn't know what Manfred would do to the Shadow Cage, and started joking. Asanok is a high-level shadow caster, but Asanok doesn't know how to do it now. And not here, but in Forest House. However, Colonia, Drusala, Liv and Alatar are here, and these spellcasters are also masters of the Wind of Urku. Just like this, he was thinking, while approaching Manfred, listening to the inarticulate curses in Manfred's mouth, and watching Manfred's eyes shining strangely red like lanterns.

"Put down the hammer!" Manfred hissed when he saw Darkus approaching him with the hammer.

Under the gaze of those blood-red eyes, Darkus had no strong urge to drop the hammer. Apart from being stared at, he felt nothing. He understood that this was vampire mind control, a regular skill of vampires, which is the legendary vampire gaze.

Genevieve once told Darkus that vampires can destroy the target's will by staring into its eyes. If the target fails the will test, it will be controlled by the vampire. It must obey every instruction of the vampire. Of course, it can also struggle in the follow-up. Come out and escape the vampire's control.

"Are you talking to me? Did you just stare at me? Vampire stare?" Darkus was not wearing armor when he came out of the forest home, and he was still wearing his eternal purple robe with purple inside. , He held the hammer in his right hand, but he still exposed three fingers and slowly rolled up the sleeve of his left hand. As he did so, he asked.

"A strong will is like a delicious condiment. Your resistance will only make your blood more delicious. I will enjoy sucking up every drop of your blood, and then your fellow elves."

Darkus ignored Manfred's weak cry. After everything was done, he punched Manfred in the face with his left hand. At the moment when his fist hit Manfred's face, Manfred shook his head and bit him as if refusing to admit defeat, but his reaction was faster than Manfred's. After retracting his fist, he smiled and said, "You are better than Haken! Haken is just like you." He glared at me, and I also punched him, but he didn't bite me. It seems that Nihe... By the way, do you know Haken?"

There is a bit of a story between Manfred and Luther Harken. The long story short is that at the end of time, a group of vampires were surrounded by the Chaos army. In the end, when the disaster was approaching, they flew away. Manfred rode a nightmare beast. Soaring into the sky, although Luther was crazy, he was not stupid. Luther rushed towards the hill-like corpse, jumped up high, and tried to catch the Nightmare Beast. Finally, Haken's fingers caught part of the Nightmare Beast's withered bones.

However, something exciting happened. Manfred, who was riding on the back of the Nightmare Beast, didn't try to help his brother for the sake of everyone being vampires. Or to put it another way, he did, but he just didn't grasp it well. He handed the blasphemous sword to Hakon, but for some reason Hakon didn't catch it, and his wrist was cut off instead. In the end, Luther stayed in the form of voluntary severing.

As he talked, Darkus felt that something was wrong, and then changed the topic. There was no theory of the origin of vampires in the social cognition of elves. He did not want to be like a magic stick, although he was no different from a magic stick. After saying that, he quickly took a step back, then rushed towards Manfred, and then punched Manfred in the face. He discovered that these vampires were all made from the same mold. Luther once wanted to spit at him, The same is true now for Manfred. Are all things coming out of Nehekhara so uncultured?

"Haken? No, I'm von Carstein, Manfred von Carstein, if that's what you mean. Vlad brought me to this world a long time ago, before I I remember it even longer. He saw something in me that he liked, maybe his own soul? Only he knows. I may not be his favorite, I think this honor belongs to Isabella , but he must have loved me the longest. How about it? Are you satisfied with this answer?" When Manfred said this, his eyes were still flashing with that weird light.

"What you said is a bit out of line." Darkus nodded as he disagreed with the words. He knew that Manfred was still trying to resist and control him. He thought that Manfred had some While bored, the expression on his face also became serious. He knew about Manfred's future, and he clearly knew about the bullshit that Manfred had done. Compared to these, he was more curious about Manfred's past. He was curious about whether Manfred was also a remnant of Laemia. , it was Vlad who met Manfred before he later became von Carstein.

"Stop, elf. Now, put down your hammer and let me go." Manfred was still ordering. He stared at Darkus, and the last trace of humanity on his face disappeared. The skin that was originally as pale as marble is now almost transparent, black blood vessels are growing like spider webs all over his body, and the teeth in his mouth are almost as long as Darkus' fingers. His lips turned outward, biting the air crazily, and chanting unknown spells in a low voice, but he obviously greatly underestimated Darkus' willpower.

Facing a magic that could make ordinary people collapse, Darkus, who was holding his waist, remained as still as a mountain. There was only an expression on his face that looked like he was eating melon and didn't know what Manfred was doing. Just kidding, the shield on his soul is the existence that will shake his head even if the four gods of chaos come, just Manfred? Manfred now?

"Should I cooperate with his performance?" After a moment, Darkus looked around and asked in confusion. After he finished speaking, his teeth chattered loudly, his upturned eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets, and his body was shaking uncontrollably as if he was ill.

Manfred's eyes widened in astonishment. He was stunned by Darkus' embarrassing performance. At Darkus' crisp finger snaps, the fog shrouding Moor's Garden dispersed, and the just-rising The sun sent waves of heat out of his body, and he screamed and twisted.

"Don't move, don't move, I can't aim properly if you're like this!" As Darkus said, he raised his leaf hammer and hit Manfred on his steaming head.

With a scream, the black mist surrounding Manfred turned into a solid crimson. However, his misfortune was not over. His brain was like a nail, and the hammer in the elf's hand was like a nail. It was really a hammer that kept hitting his head, as if it was going to smash his head into his chest. He could even hear the crunching sound of his spine. In addition to the sound of broken bones, He also heard the sound of forty, forty, as if this sound brought some kind of magic to the elf that hit him.

Manfred howled miserably, still struggling painfully trapped in the fog. At the same time, his face burned and his struggling voice became high-pitched and thin.

Darkus didn't stop because of Manfred's actions. He found that he seemed to be falling in love with this feeling. He liked the sound of the hammer hitting the flesh. He stared at Manfred's tattered penis. Head, staring into Manfred's eyes, he didn't want to miss every moment before Manfred died. He just kept smashing and smashing, just like chopping the stuffing before making dumplings. Manfred had long since escaped from the restraints and lay motionless on the ground.

The elves who watched Darkus keep hitting each other looked at each other in confusion. Except for Liv, no one knew where this vampire had offended Darkus. After leaving Darkus like this, after looking at each other for a moment, They turned their attention to Maranur again.

"Okay, okay, he's dead." Maranur took advantage of Darkus's attack again, rushed over, and pulled his brother away.

"Burn him." Darkus regained his composure after being pulled up. He looked at the bloody Manfred, shook his head, and then said.

A ball of flame burst out from Colonia's fingers, and Manfred, who was still panting on the ground, let out a shrill scream. His body began to burn while he was trying to move, and the flames that destroyed him were as long as eternity. The screams gradually became lower, the flames extinguished, and his body completely turned into a puddle of ashes.

"I'm also going to find a coffin for him." Maranur joked after kicking away Manfred's ashes.

"It seems that he can no longer gain your favor." Dakoos responded as he swung the sticky substance on his hammer. Then he nodded to the Morr Black Guards around him and looked up at the dawn sky with emotion. , "It's been a busy day! Let's finalize the decision, let's go get something to eat."

Darkus suddenly realized that he had forgotten something very important. He did not seem to introduce himself to Manfred. Thinking about this, he looked at the place where Manfred once lay, but Manfred Red had already disappeared, and even the ashes were blown away by the wind...