Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 517 368. Where is my lifeblood?

Darkus, who saw off the running team, stood in front of the Triceratops. He ignored the onlookers and kept waving his arms raised high. He invited two triceratops from the Altdorf Zoo. At this time, the two triceratops were covered in heavy armor made temporarily by Drusala and Colonia. An imperial-style combat platform with skull decoration has been successfully placed on the back of Triceratops, and now he is directing the careful provincial soldiers to install a celestial hurricane device on the combat platform.

Imperial nobles, knights, and clergy combatants gathered in the distance. Apparently, the sight in front of them was more attractive than praying. They watched all this through the light of torches, making uproar and discussions from time to time. They never thought that one day they would fight side by side with the huge beasts in the zoo, and Darkus' actions aroused their surprise and shock.

Darkus knew what he was doing, and the confidence and decisiveness he displayed made those present feel an unprecedented sense of confidence and hope. The addition of these two Triceratops has brought powerful support to the Imperial soldiers, and their combat effectiveness will become an important force against the army of the dead. People watched every move he and the Triceratops made, and looked forward to victory in the next battle.

After having a cordial conversation with William III that day, Darkus did not do anything directly. He was like an eagle, making so-called pre-war preparations, but in fact he did not do anything. At most, he invited the Triceratops and the Giant Stag. He came out and took some steel plates and armor from humans, and asked Drusala, who could control the wind of the god gate, to help Colonia. In addition, he also contacted the elves in the Dragon Forest through Hemara, Let the elves think of some ideas, and then nothing more, just rest normally, sleep when they are sleepy, and eat when they are hungry.

To put it bluntly, the vampire war is an internal matter within the empire. After all, Vlad, who rules Sylvania, wants to further expand his power until he rules the entire empire.

And what Darkus did was to endure, in a calm way, silently waiting for the opportunity. He knew that only when humans fell into despair could he become their savior and get everything he needed. When humans were tired and fell into despair, like a beam of light, the elves saved Altdorf. It is better to add icing on the cake than to provide help in times of need. Only in this way can the empire remember him thoroughly and in this way can he achieve his goal.

These three days of fighting were very intense, and every day was a battle of life and death. The survivors stubbornly resisted the attack of death, unwilling to succumb to the power of darkness. The living and the dead started a brutal fight around the Stephen Franz Academy, with both sides fighting to the death like filling a big hole. Sometimes the dead broke through the fortifications surrounding the college and tried to enter Dongcheng District, and sometimes the reserve team of living people pushed forward and drove the dead out of the fortifications and out of the city.

Around the academy, the fierce confrontation between the living and the dead caused the entire area to be shrouded in thick smoke and blood. Countless lives were lost in this brutal battle. Every drop of blood witnessed their sacrifice and tenacity, but these Life will soon rise from the ground again, mercilessly mocking its former comrades and partners.

After finishing all this, Darkus walked up to the Triceratops and stroked the big beak that could tear a war horse into pieces. The Triceratops closed its eyes and tilted its head to enjoy his touch. The Triceratops was very satisfied with everything now. Dragons are not afraid of fighting, as long as they don't stay in that small space. After playing with the Triceratops for a while, he turned his head and smiled at William III and Tillman, who were standing next to him in full armor. His smile was calm and elegant, as if the battle had been won before it even started. Same.

William III and Tillmann, two religious leaders with great appeal in Altdorf, also responded to Darkus with smiles. At this time, William III no longer showed his sickly appearance in the church catacombs. , On the contrary, his face looked more radiant and energetic, and his eyes were filled with the light of determination and hope. He stood there, his body in armor straight and his eyes bright, as if he was blessed by some kind of divine power. His smile was so gentle and loving, like a ray of warm sunshine shining on Altdorf, making the humans around him feel the breath of life and hope.

Opposite William III, Tillman also looked calm and wise. He was wearing the armor that was only equipped by the Mor Black Guard. The tip of the big sword he was holding was inserted into the cobblestone ground. His eyes revealed a profound look. and firm, as if able to discern the truth of everything. His smile was full of strength and confidence, giving people a sense of peace of mind and tranquility, as if he was the incarnation of More at this moment.

Just when Darkus and the two popes looked at each other and smiled, Belloda floated to the Triceratops combat platform. Her extremely powerful movement method was matched by the way she climbed down from the combat platform. The provincial soldiers formed a sharp contrast.

Belloda's agile and elegant figure was clearly visible under the light of the torch. As she opened her arms, a mysterious and sacred aura filled the air. Her appearance made people's eyes brighter. Once again, she attracted the amazement of the onlookers. Her figure was like a flower that only blooms in early winter, exuding a charming light. Her elegant manners and confident attitude make people fall in love with her, as if she is an elf from myths and legends.

In Darkus' view, Belloda's mysterious temperament and outstanding style at this time were no less than Lilith emerging from the lake. Belloda's appearance was indeed as planned before, like a miracle. Beloda, who seemed to have seen Lilith's appearance, learned all of Lilith's bluffing tricks.

However, Belloda, who appeared on the combat platform, did not stop showing off. As she raised her arms, the air filled with rain filled with wind. The parts of the celestial hurricane meter scattered on the combat platform floated up in an orderly manner with her movements. To humans, her movements seemed to tell the mysterious connection between her and nature. Her gestures condensed the power of wind and cloud, wind and rain. Become submissive under her control. As her arms reached their highest point, the wind and rain in the sky seemed to have received her order and became orderly and smooth.

The wind blew every inch of space on the combat platform, and raindrops danced in the air, like Belloda's messengers, promoting her power and power. As if complying with her will, the Celestial Hurricane Instrument gradually floated up, as if it was silently obeying her command, waiting to be placed in the appropriate position. After a while, the rain stopped, the wind stopped, and the celestial hurricane meter that had been adjusted began to rotate in an orderly manner like the sun, moon, and stars.

Belloda's actions stunned the onlookers. Although they didn't know what happened, they knew that the cessation of the storm was probably related to the mysterious immortals they witnessed. They saw incomparable strength in Belloda. Power and control, showing otherworldly charm. It seems that under Beloda's guidance, even nature has surrendered to her will, serving her and supporting her mission.

Soon, Belloda's actions confirmed people's suspicions. Sparks and lightning shot out from the rotating celestial hurricane instrument, illuminating the entire combat platform and dimming the surrounding torches, creating a spectacular scene like a miracle.

People watched this scene in amazement, shocked by the power and control Beloda displayed. These sparks and lightning seem to be nature's response, a recognition of Belloda's unparalleled power and mystery. Although the rain stopped, the wind began to blow violently again, and the torches were extinguished like candles. At this moment, only the celestial hurricane instrument was emitting light, and the light illuminated Belloda, as if nature was cheering and celebrating this . People were involuntarily attracted by the charm exuded by Belloda, and their hearts were filled with admiration and worship for Belloda.

At this moment, Belloda was like the incarnation of a god. The miracles she performed were breathtaking, making people feel reverence and awe for her.

Hearing the cheers and exclamations of human beings, Darkus almost laughed. Unable to hold back, he turned around and bit his lip to prevent his sudden uncontrollable laughter from affecting Belloda's character. In the past three days, he arranged for the elves to do some trivial tasks, such as arranging the appearance.

What Darkus wants is this effect. What he wants is for the elves to leave an indelible impression in the minds of Ricks. What he wants is for these Ricks to remember them and record everything that happened today. In the family biography, let the younger generations learn and let the younger generations know what happened today. The installation of the Celestial Hurricane Meter and Belloda's performance were just the beginning, and there would be bigger ones later. He was not afraid of these Rick guys bragging about themselves, because even if the Rick guys took the credit for themselves, they could not cover up the elves. The miracles and feats they have created.

With the completion of the first stage, Darkus, who had adjusted his emotions, turned around again and nodded to William III and Tillman. After a while, the drinks were distributed to the hands of the humans present. Although it was a cold night in early winter, the actions of him and the elves warmed the entire atmosphere. He could feel that the human morale bar was rising rapidly in a visible way to the naked eye.

"Say something." The aroma of wine wafted in the air, making people feel happy and relaxed. William III and Tillman also smiled. After Tillman glanced at William III, he raised his glass and said to Darkus.

"For Mor!" Darkus raised his wine glass and saluted everyone present, whether it was the elves who came with him, or the human nobles and provincial soldiers. He respected Maul because Maul seemed to have some kind of connection with the elves, but it didn't matter now, his goal was achieved.

"For Sigma!" After Darkus paid tribute, William III also raised his glass and shouted.

"Aldolf!"

"Aldolf!"

This is a night filled with ghosts, ghouls, apparitions, zombies, necromancy and vampires. This is a night that belongs to the dead, at least until now.

Vlad opened his eyes in the coffin and subconsciously touched the resurrection ring. This was his habit after waking up. After touching his finger, he didn't react at first. Just as he was about to push the coffin lid open, he suddenly froze. He thought he was hallucinating. After coming back to his senses, he found that the resurrection ring on his finger was indeed missing as he imagined. At first, he thought he was in a dream and having a weird dream.

The next moment, Vlad suddenly became violent and his usual elegance disappeared. He opened the coffin lid in an almost rough way. The lifted coffin lid drew a graceful arc in mid-air, and then the coffin lid fell heavily. It hit the lid of Isabella's coffin next to her, and the loud sound woke up Isabella from her sleep. His actions were like an absurd comedy, but he had a serious and shocked expression in the coffin. He raised his hands in front of his eyes, and the signet ring was still there, but the resurrection ring that was very important to him was indeed Really disappeared.

Vlad, whose expression was constantly distorted, was like he was when he was still alive. He pinched the finger that had been wearing the ring all the time so that it had indentations. He found that he was not in some kind of illusion, nor was he dreaming. A ring that was very important to him had indeed disappeared. Astonished, he tried to sort out his thoughts and figure out what was going on. Was this a strange dream where he could feel the touch, or something else? His eyes shone with thought, but his heart was filled with uneasiness and doubts.

"What's wrong? Honey."

Isabella's voice came to Vlad's ears softly like a clear spring, but a bolt of lightning flashed across his eyes. He turned his head and his eyes fell on Isabella, feeling in his heart The shock and doubts are hard to conceal.

"Isabella, I...I don't know what happened. Something very important to me disappeared...Are we in a dream?" Vlad's voice was filled with confusion and anxiety. , he murmured.

"Oh? More important than me?" Isabella walked out of the coffin and walked elegantly to Vlad who was sitting in the coffin. After hugging Vlad, she said softly.

Vlad, who was about to say something, was stunned. Cheers echoed in his ears one after another. When he heard the cheers, he could no longer control himself. He avoided Isabella's embrace and walked out of the coffin, appearing in the mud outside the tent. He was about to raise his head to listen when he suddenly looked at the ground.

Vlad's eyes were wide open, and he saw a footprint entering the tent in the mud. Having lived for a long time, he subconsciously judged that the footprint only appeared when he was standing on tiptoes, and the footprint was The Belonger weighed very little, but he saw no sign of footprints coming out of the tent. He turned his head suddenly and looked across Isabella who was standing behind him. However, the scene he expected did not appear. The layout of the entire tent was clearly visible to him. With the last glimmer of hope, he looked again Towards the top of the tent, but still nothing.

Gritting his teeth, Vlad turned his head, squatted down and looked at the ground. After taking a closer look, he realized that something was wrong with the footprints. After the thief entered the tent, he left in the same footsteps as when he came in. Wherever he looked, there was no confusion in his footsteps. This showed that the thief was a thief with extremely high psychological quality and superb skills.

Under Isabella's surprised gaze, the imageless Vlad lay in front of the footprints. He didn't smell anything that was beneficial to him. Instead, he felt a wave of Deha energy that was about to dissipate. He thought of something. He suddenly stood up and almost knocked over Isabella who was about to help him. He ignored Isabella and returned to his coffin. He felt it carefully and found that his judgment was correct. There is indeed a Deha energy that is about to dissipate around the coffin.

Vlad knew that the ring that had been with him for a long time and was very important to him was indeed missing. He knew that he had been careless and that someone had taken advantage of him. He knew even better who had done such a thing, and there was no doubt that it was the Lahmian sisters of Altdorf. Neferata, Neferata, his former lover, he and Neferata have gone through a lot, Neferata knows his secret, and with Neferata's character, she can do such a thing.

Thinking of this and hearing the piercing cheers from the city, Vlad could no longer control his emotions. After roaring, he took out the blood-drinking sword and rushed out of the tent. He stood on the mire, feeling helpless. Seized by suppressed rage. Enraged, he triggered a surge of energy and the sky began to rain again, which turned into a violent storm in his dark madness.

When Vlad's anger reached its peak, the rain turned into snow. However, to his surprise and shock, the snow falling in front of his eyes disappeared, and then the rain also disappeared, as if his anger did not exist. It stopped, the rain stopped. He noticed a surging energy sweeping through the city of Altdorf and rushing past him. In anger, he realized that there was a spellcaster in the city of Altdorf who was as powerful as him.

Jon Skyland, like the other awakened vampires, appeared next to Vlad. Although they could hear the cheers one after another in the city of Altdorf, they looked at each other and didn't know what was going on. None of them had ever seen the count completely lose his mind and control. At this time, Vlad's image was different from what they knew. Vlad was simply different.

Vlad stood in the center of the camp, with his head raised, his hands raised, and screamed. However, the violent storm he summoned before did not appear. The spellcasters in Altdorf City have been suppressing him. Anger surged in his heart, and he almost went crazy as he fought against the spellcasters in the city. Lightning danced on his fingertips. When the lightning appeared in the sky as if it were upside down, there was no more, like a jagged arc. Instead of piercing the sky, the blue ribbon disappeared.

The spell casters in the city responded to Vlad like a courtesy. Under the black sky, countless bolts of lightning flashed across, like blazing sharp blades, tearing through the dark clouds. The thunder roared, like the cry of the earth, resounding through the sky. In this dark night, lightning is particularly dazzling. The light of lightning illuminates everything in the darkness. Every flash is like the anger of the gods, illuminating everything in the world, but it is also full of endless threats and fears. . It seems that in front of this powerful and ruthless natural force, all living things are insignificant, and any struggle and resistance are extremely insignificant.

Under the black sky, lightning intertwined into a dark net, covering the entire Altdorf. Endless electric light shuttled between the clouds. Watching all this, Vlad felt that the anger in his heart was like a burning flame, blazing and fierce. Unable to control. He stared at the dark sky, with unspeakable emotions flashing in his eyes. Anger, struggle, and powerlessness were all intertwined. He thought the spellcasters in the city were provoking him.

Vlad went completely crazy, and his voice echoed through the camp like thunder, as if it was about to shatter the sky. However, no one responded to him, not the frightened Isabella, nor the vampires who were watching. The only answer was the lightning flashing in the dark, staring at him coldly, as if mocking his overestimation, as if His power can no longer be mastered, as if his destiny no longer belongs to him.

Deha energy was surging around Vlad. The continuously gathering Deha energy surged toward the surface. The unknotted energy was constantly fermenting. The vibrations spread to all directions with Vlad as the center. He came from nature. Drawing strength from everything growing around him, he poured his primitive anger into the patterns formed by his fingers, and then poured it into the body that fell dead in the mud.

"Get up!"

Vlad roared hysterically, with the camp as the center and starting point, the unknotted energy continued to pulse, and the dead who had been given unknotted life stood up again. Everything around the camp began to wither. Jon Skyland saw that the tree closest to him was withering rapidly in a visible form to the naked eye. The trunk was twisted, and the life force in the tree was filtered out to support Fraula. The magic of virtue.

Under the shaking of the ground, the dead stood up staggeringly, their bodies seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, their steps staggered, but their steps were firm. The ghouls let out painful screams, and their bodies were bound by the torn corpses, and the corpses seemed to be controlled by some dark force, tearing apart bit by bit from the ghouls' bodies.

As the dead bodies are torn from the ghouls, their screams of agony become even louder, and the stench of blood and carrion fills the air. Although their bodies were struggling in pain, the deceased seemed to be full of hunger and desire for everything around them. Their eyes were empty and terrifying, as if they were looking for something, but they didn't seem to know what they were looking for.

Driven by Vlad's anger, corpses stood up one after another. These dead people did not originally belong to his army of the dead. These dead people had been buried underground for thousands of years. These dead come from different times and eras. Some died when the elves colonized, some died in the Longbeard War, some died in the battle between the human tribe and the green skins and beastmen, and some died in the human race. in the civil war. But at this moment, the dead broke free from the shackles of the dust, emerged from the soil, and joined Vlad's army of the dead.

With Vlad's summons, more and more corpses were given life. Gradually, lightning began to fall, striking around the standing dead, and rain appeared in the air again, light rain turning into heavy rain, and finally into hail.

The hailstones were as big as eggs and hit the deceased hard, making bursts of tearing sounds. The bodies of the dead once again endured the pain from nature, but this time, they were no longer silent corpses, but were given life again by Vlad. Under the impact of hail, they stood there cold and merciless, as if waiting for Vlad's order.

Volach Haken stood there calmly, looking at Vashanish's tense and constantly distorted face, looking at Vashanish's moving lips, and then looking at Vashanish's fingers. Listening to Vashanish who kept reciting mantras, he suppressed the smile that was about to appear on his face. He knew why Vashanish was so angry. If it were him, he might be as angry as Vashanish. , even more than Varshanish, but unfortunately, he is not Varshanish.

As a Volachi who comes from the same era as Vashanish, he has experienced a lot with Vashanish. Although he is the most proud disciple of Abohrash, he followed Abohrash after the fall of Lahmia. Shi left. But he knew some secrets about Vashanish. He had heard about the rings mentioned by the Lamiya sisters. After looking at them for a while, he suppressed his emotions and turned away.

Vlad's screams and roars continued, and his voice roared past like a train to hell. At the same time, a thunderbolt exploded in the sky, as if the gods were accusing him of blasphemy and his ritual. finished.

"Your failure is inevitable! Watch the rise of the dead under the witness of the city walls! The dead will take back what once belonged to them. Look around you, look there! This is hell! Look there, look there , look at that! Tremble, fear, kneel before the majesty of the dead!"

Jon Skyland looked at Vlad with stunned eyes. He felt that Vlad had gone crazy. Vlad's eyes became dull and full of madness.

"The dead are crawling out of their graves, and not even Maul can stop them. Ten thousand zombies today, ten thousand more tomorrow? What about next week? Ah~ a world full of the dead? ! This is really wonderful.”

"Yes, the kingdom of the dead, who can stop it?" Jon Skyland, who heard the words of the vampire around him, thought about the words. He thought the idea was wonderful, and he echoed.

Vlad pointed his finger at Altdorf, and the siege tower outside the cannon range began to roll forward. The resurrected dead screamed, shouted, called, and wailed against the hail, rushing towards the gap in the city wall. The burning skull appeared in the sky, whizzed past in a graceful arc, and smashed into the city.

The cannons on the city wall and the mortars deployed in the east city area quickly launched a powerful counterattack, bombarding the incoming enemies in an attempt to stop the advance of the dead. Clay pots of kerosene were placed on the city wall, trying to wait for the screaming, heart-rending enemies to attack the breach. The boundary between life and death became blurred, as if Altdorf's fate was hanging by a thread.

Jon Skyland admired all this silently, although sometimes it was difficult to see the whole battlefield clearly through the flying hail. He wrote down everything that happened, and his heart was peaceful. He thought it was all wasted by Vlad's anger. Anger and revenge, in his opinion, these are human emotions. Why should vampires understand and possess these emotions? Isn't pride and arrogance enough?

On the other side, the elves walked out of the Dragon Forest north of Altdorf in neat formations to fight against the army of the dead commanded by the "Lord of Destruction of Middenheim" Delt Hesnich.

Vlad's actions seemed to send a signal, and the army of the dead besieging the south of Altdorf also moved.