Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 523 374. Discussing heroes over wine

Esteros, who participated in the First Vampire War and besieged Altdorf, did not disintegrate like many of his kind. He had some specialness among the vampires because he had a loyalty that vampires did not often have. In the end, he returned Arrive in Sylvania. He ignored Conrad, let alone Manfred, but waited for Vlad to return again. When Vlad returned again, he woke up in a coffin wrapped in cobwebs and dust.

However, now Esteros is dead, he died as Vlad's bannerman and lieutenant, in front of Jon Skylan.

Drusala's attack was precise and deadly. She used her wings to turn around quickly and swung the tail hook on the tail of the snake. The tail hook was like the scythe of the god of death, drawing a death arc in mid-air, trying to attack her. Esteros was struck by this fatal blow.

Esteros's body shook violently, like a tree struck by lightning. Painful groans echoed on the battlefield, and he felt the shadow of death approaching quickly. His eyes were full of despair and pain, and his hands tried to grasp the tail hook, trying to escape the clutches of death, but in vain. The tail hook accurately cut off his lifeline. His life was passing quickly. The last breath struggled between his lips, and then disappeared into the wind.

The tailhook that drew a death arc in the air did not stop after hitting Esteros. The tailhook was still swinging. Von Carstein, a good brother of Konrad, the second generation of the family, besieged Nunn for several months during the Second Vampire War. Peter, who finally captured Nunn, died. Compared to Esteros, his death method was more cruel. Facing the powerful kinetic and potential energy of the tail hook, his body exploded directly.

The tailhook was still harvesting cruelly, and blood kept flowing down the chin of Peter's wife Elman. Her porcelain-like skin looked so fragile in front of the tailhook, and her deep eyes turned into despair. and fear. After being hit by the tail hook, she did not disintegrate like her husband. She flew into the air and fell heavily on the battlement. She couldn't get up, and more blood spurted from her mouth, carrying fragments of internal organs. She could not get up, she withered and became weak, and she died with the man she loved.

As Konrad's brother, Fritz von Carstein is powerful. He teaches Jon Skyland great truths. He teaches Jon Skyland to face his instinctive fears. As a vampire who has survived for a long time, he can face the sun directly. He can reach out his hand into the sun and slowly turn his palm. The dazzling sunlight cannot cause him any harm. This is something Jon Skyland cannot do.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, only the weak are afraid of the sun. The strongest among us can move even in the sun." Fritz said to Jon Skyland while standing in the sun.

As Vlad's descendant, Fritz inherited some of Vlad's traits. He was eloquent, thoughtful, and ruthless. His ruthlessness was not as ruthless as his brother's, and he was even a little considerate. He will use death to inspire fear, he will hypnotize women together to satisfy his bizarre thoughts, he will satisfy his own hunger, and he will keep the most beautiful ones for himself. He would let other survivors go, ensuring that the terror he brought would spread like a tidal wave through the human countryside.

Fritz's cloak was blown away by the wind, and the cloak turned into the silhouette of a pair of huge black wings. With a ferocious change in his body shape, he opened his arms and pounced on the terrifying monster in front of him. His cloak merged with his arms like wings, and his bones broke apart, transforming into a huge black bat.

However, before Fritz could do anything else, he was stared at by Drusala. The five snake heads surrounding the gorgeous crown were all watching, and the snake's mouth revealed its ferocious fangs. Nobuko kept twitching. Staring made him feel a powerful fear, as if the God of Death was personally in front of him. The monster's gaze seemed to penetrate his soul, making him feel completely helpless and helpless.

Fritz felt an icy chill rush down his spine and into his heart, and his body seemed to be tightly bound by an invisible force, unable to move. Fear and despair enveloped him like a dark shadow. He felt as if he was in an endless abyss from which he could no longer escape. His courage seemed to disappear in an instant.

Fritz, who stabbed Conrad in the back and was forgiven by Conrad, was sent by Conrad to attack Middenheim, but he failed to attack Middenheim like Peter who attacked Nunn. He was assassinated by Jon Skyland who was following him, and before he died, he heard Jon Skyland's words: A tribute from Manfred.

Now Manfred died in Altdorf, and Fritz died in Altdorf. Fritz, who was in a state of immobility, was pierced through the armor and body by Drusala's heart-breaking gun. Holding the gun barrel, he howled and wailed, and finally flew out with the dance of the heart-breaking gun, fell to the bottom of the city, and fell to the feet of the watching humans.

At first, people were stunned. After avoiding Fritz who flew over, they turned from surprise to anger. The nobles, priests, knights, provincial soldiers and free people seemed to be affected by the shadow queen on the city wall. They made sounds like Roaring angrily like a beast, they rushed to surround Fritz.

Lying on the ground, vomiting blood and twitching constantly, Fritz saw a group of livestock that had been dominated by him surrounding him. Severe pain spread throughout his body, and then he felt nothing.

The battle on the city wall continued, and Darkus felt that his lover was like a spinning top, spinning on its own without a whip. Under the adjustment of the wings, Drusala's body kept turning in an elegant and sharp way. It's like an unshakable war machine, like an unbreakable fortress. The vampires' attacks had no effect. No matter how hard they tried, they could not shake Drusala's defense, whether in beast form or transformed state.

"Hit him on the head." Faced with Drusala's malicious wail again, Darkus did not cover his ears as before, because he knew that the sound was an illusion, and that the terrifying attack did not come from the sound, but from the sound. It comes from the soul level. Facing the vampire who exploded and died, he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.

Vlad felt himself almost going crazy, and the sight before him made him tremble. The existence of this terrifying monster made him despair. His descendants fell one after another in this hopeless battle, and their lives were harvested and disappeared before the eyes of the terrifying monster.

Every death of a heir was like a sharp knife piercing Vlad's heart, making him feel extremely painful and helpless. He tried hard to stay rational, but the fear and despair in his heart could not be controlled.

Vlad felt that his power seemed to become insignificant when facing this monster. The magic he was once proud of could not be used in the slightest. The wind of magic was constantly broken and reorganized as the monster turned. He didn't know What else could he do but watch his heirs fall one by one, unable to be saved.

"Good evening, Your Excellency."

Until Vlad heard a booming voice, each syllable spoken slowly and precisely. He didn't react at first. The name was too unfamiliar to him now. After reacting, he looked in the direction of the sound and saw an elf smiling and waving to him, gesturing for him to come over.

When Vlad rushed towards Darkus, his tainted blood-drinking sword cried out for blood. Although he didn't know why the elf knew his former name, he had a sense and he knew where he stood. Like the outsider elf is the key. He swung the cursed blood-drinking sword in the air. The blood-drinking sword was aimed at the elf's neck, and various rays of light rippled on the blade.

"Huh? Your sword is wrong."

Darkus easily deflected Vlad's attack with his trident. The shock of the collision of steel made both bodies tremble. The moment they passed each other, he took out his numb left hand and clenched it into a fist. He punched Vlad in the face, hitting the hollow of his nose. It was as if he had accomplished something, like when he slapped the horse master on the belly.

There was no beauty in the battle, and it was more like pure brutality. Darkus's blow knocked Vlad to the point of collapse. Ice condensed on Vlad's face, and ice particles continued to fall. While Vlad was struggling to maintain his balance, he poked the end of the blood-drinking sword's handle towards Darkus' face.

"Attack an elf with an elf's sword? This is not a good idea. I suggest not using this sword, but... using magic?"

Darkus avoided the blow just as he avoided Malekith's attack. There was something strange in his eyes. Although he couldn't see clearly the specific style of the blood-drinking sword in Vlad's hand, he knew that this damn elf sword was a very, very classical elf sword, an elf long sword, and its era It can even be traced back to the time of the Great Demon Invasion.

Darkus is very familiar with this kind of sword. His scarlet sword and Malekith's sun sword were both of this style. At this moment, he thought about something. The number of such elven swords was very rare. The dragon tamer Caledor made those and distributed them to high-ranking officers at the time.

Canterath Moranin is a veteran of the Aenarion era. The Moranin family has such an elven sword, and Canterath's daughter Ashnir visited Tal Ulithhayn. , that is, the southern kingdom of Nehekhara. It makes sense for Nagash to give Varshanish a resurrection ring and an elf sword as a trophy. To say that Vashanish was found from the elven ruins somewhere in Elsin Alvin, Darkos would never believe it, because there are countless such elven swords.

As for who Canteras and Ashnir are...

The blood-drinking sword was like a bolt of lightning in Vlad's hand, waving it constantly with a dizzying speed. Each swing was accompanied by a high-pitched wail, as if calling for death. In contrast, the trident in Darkus' hand was also full of terrifying power. When the weapons from the previous era and the weapons from the Great Invasion era collided together, they made a steely collision sound, like the sound of a bell. echoed across the battlefield.

Vlad retreated quickly. After opening a certain distance, he could clearly feel that the magical wind became slightly more stable as the distance increased. He whispered the ancient Nehekhara spell and ignited The rage in his gaze burned into black flames, and two beams of black magic shot out from his eyes.

However, Vlad's magic did not work. The magic that could have vaporized everything and left a trench of boiling lava around was easily blocked by Darkus. Darkus calmly stretched out his hand and formed an ice barrier, firmly blocking out his magic.

Vlad felt a wave of despair come over him. He originally thought that his magic could defeat everything, but the reality was so cruel. Seeing that his attack was easily neutralized, he felt anger and fear intertwined in his heart, but he knew that now was not the time to hesitate. He raised his head suddenly, his eyes burning with more tenacious fighting spirit. He would not give in. His heirs needed him, his family needed his leadership, and he decided to attack again. This time, he would do his best, even in the face of death.

"You are shaken, Vashanish, and your heirs are also shaken. I can easily smell their cowardice. I think... it's time to say something. Maybe you should calm down?" Darkus looked at it. Looking at Vlad who was almost crazy, Vlad's noseless beast face trembled with unstable emotions. He couldn't help but laugh, and then he shouted to Vlad in a commanding tone.

"Is it funny?" Vlad roared angrily and launched an attack.

"Your nose...please forgive me for being rude, it is indeed a bit funny."

"Then just keep laughing. Laugh until you die. This suits you very well! As a dead man, you talk too much!" Vlad said sarcastically as he backed away again.

"The same applies to you." Darkus said as he swung his trident towards Vlad's head.

Vlad jumped back in the face of this fierce attack and easily avoided the fatal blow.

"Don't be in such a hurry, you're stuck in a misunderstanding, maybe? We don't have to be enemies, shouldn't we at least fight now, because it's pointless and the outcome is already doomed. In fact, I hope we can use this precious time to become friend?"

"What if I don't accept your generosity?"

"It's over, Vlad, you failed. Did you see the signal from the north when you rushed to the city wall? Delt Hesnich's army collapsed, and the group of Blood Dragon Knights were destroyed, and maybe something bad happened , your ridiculous Knights Templar of Duncanhof were also destroyed." Darkus sighed, he felt that his dream of chasing stars was broken, the Vlad in front of him was different from the Vlad in his stereotype Germany is a little different, he shook his head and said calmly.

"Sorry, I said something I shouldn't have said before, which aroused my companions' strong desire to fight with you. Otherwise, your army would not have been destroyed so quickly." Darkus threw the trident as he spoke. After getting out, the trident changed its trajectory in the air and pierced a vampire who was about to launch a sneak attack from behind. He shrugged and continued in an apologetic tone while taking out the leaf hanging from his waist. hammer.

Vlad, who was preparing to attack again, was stunned when he heard Darkus' words. Just like Darkus said, he had indeed seen the continuous signals just now.

"You have no chance of winning this battle. You should not have appeared in Altdorf at this time. You surrounded me in Altdorf. What you did made me very embarrassed. What do I need to do to appease my companions?" Anger. Have you seen that side? And that." As Darkus said, he pointed at Drusala who was still killing not far away, and then pointed at Belloda who was still using his power. Before waiting, Vlad went to look, and he continued, "I have seven such powerful spellcasters here, but you only saw two.

It's over, everything is over. Even if you can kill me and my lover, it will be of no avail. Besides, you and your heirs can't be killed, right? There are so many humans waiting for you below the city. You don't have enough time. Soon, day will come to Altdorf's sky, and your army of the dead will be wiped out.

It's over, everything is over. Taking advantage of this limited time, why not let us chat. Aren't you curious why I know your name? And...your ring. "Dakeus said while swinging the leaf hammer and pacing in a circle.

Vlad, who raised the blood-drinking sword, was stunned on the spot. He saw Darkus take out a piece of paper that he had prepared from his boot after finishing speaking. The paper flew to him under Darkus' control. in hands.

"This is my souvenir, a trophy? Promise me, just look at it and don't tear it into pieces, okay? You know, this may be one of the few items your heir Manfred has." Darkwu Si said to Vlad who was looking at the contents of the paper. This paper was given to him by his human friend William III. Just as he said, it came from Manfred, and he was indeed prepared to do what he said. That way, it stayed as a hobby.

Just like Darkus told Walter before, the letter should be kept and framed. As a result, Walter did listen to him. When he set out for the forest farm, Walter, who received the letter from his brother in the Claronde Manor area, framed the letter and placed it in Chapeiuto's office. On the desk.

"Manfred! Manfred! He is like a beast, always hungry. He keeps devouring, but will never be satisfied." Vlad's face kept twisting, and at the end, he was angry Ji smiled back, showing his fangs and said.

"Life is really unfair, isn't it?" Darkus put the leaf hammer under his arm, lowered his head to pick up the letter, blew the non-existent dust on the letter and put it back, he sighed.

"Manfred, where are the others?" Vlad's eyes dimmed, and the smile on his face disappeared. His face was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the belief he had relied on for a long time had been affected. A severe blow.

"I'm sorry, he died. On the day you besieged Altdorf, he died in the Garden of Mor. I have to say... This is really an irony. A vampire died in the Garden of Mor., died in the Garden of Mor. How dramatic it was under the siege of the Black Guards."

“The first lesson I taught him was that nothing lasts forever. No matter what we try, no matter how hard we struggle, the world will never stop moving forward. The wheels of time will not stop, and empires will continue to rise. Decline, if we are not careful, we will also be crushed into dust by this wheel and drowned in the torrent of time. So we must continue to change and adapt in order to survive."

Vlad became quiet. He felt that the strength in his body disappeared. Without the support of the blood-drinking sword, he would fall to the ground. Just like Darkus said, it's over, everything is over. He could feel an extremely powerful energy gathering. Even if his descendants were not killed by monsters not far away, they would not be able to escape the ensuing catastrophe.

"I know him, I know what kind of monster lurks deep in his heart, I should kill him, I should lock him up..." Vlad murmured.

"However, he didn't mention any useful information, such as your ring and your former name. Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Darkus Hellscourge, an elf from a distance. You should know that human being, the high priest of the Sigmar Sect, William III, whom you have talked to before. The other one is my adjutant and retinue, Franais Takaia.

That is my fiancée, Drusala. For a moment, I wished you could attend the wedding of me and my fiancée, but..." Darkus kept pointing while introducing. Finally, he raised his left hand and waved it continuously, as if he wanted to express what he had not finished speaking.

"Darkus? I remember your name, your fiancée? She is very powerful. Maybe as you said, I have no chance, but I will bless you."

"Thank you for your blessing. Yes, she is very powerful. I love her and respect her very much. She is her, a unique existence, exuding charming charm. She is not my pet, and she will never live in my life. In the shadow of, she is who she is.”

"Ha..." Vlad laughed dryly. He looked at Drusala. He was looking for his wife. After scanning around, he saw no trace of Isabella. He shook his head and continued. , "Just like you, I also love my wife very much. I will never reject her. I will give her everything I have."

"Alas... My previous deployment was wrong. I should have asked Tolandil to come here so that he could record everything that happened. It's a pity... By the way, when you hear this from Drusala Did the name feel familiar to you?"

"No! I have never heard of this name." After thinking for a moment, Vlad shook his head and said.

"It seems that Nagash has not mentioned this to you. Then maybe Nagash has not told you the origin of the sword in your hand?"

"I'm curious, how long have you lived? Why do you know... Nagash?" Vlad was a little surprised. He actually heard that distant name from an elf's mouth.

"I'm afraid I disappoint you. I'm only 36 years old, but... I know a lot of secrets? Just like I know that the hammer in my friend's hand is fake and was not used by Sigma when he defeated Nagash and Drakfels. Yes, and I also know where the real hammer is, just like I know your relationship with Neferata when your name was Varanish. By the way, I am very curious now... Can you answer me a question? Sabella, Neferata, who do you love more?"

"Why do you know so much?"

"Sorry, I can't answer you, it's my secret! But I can share some of what I know. Now, it's your turn to answer my questions."

"For a while, I loved Neferata, but when I saw her true nature, I no longer loved her. Neferata is doing what she has always done, ruling! Ruling us with our blood and The land conquered by fire, what an innocent girl, but this is the queen, isn't she?" Vlad laughed at the end.

"I'm regretting it more and more. I should have set up a table here and got some mulled wine from my friend. We should have sat down and cooked wine... about heroes? Ah, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me for the arrangement. Poor." Darkus said at the end, bowing to Vlad, as if he really regretted his poor arrangements.

"I accept your apology, my friend, are we... friends?"

"Of course, my friend, we are friends, you are my second vampire friend. I can feel what you are going to ask from the curiosity on your face. Strictly speaking, my first vampire friend is a She is a Lahmian sister, but she has nothing to do with Neferata. She is outside the vampire system. To put it more bluntly, although she is a vampire, she is not in the same circle as you. We are very... well-fed? My companion, my lover likes her very much and respects her."

"But he's a vampire after all, isn't he?"

"But she likes this kind of life. She is very satisfied. Isn't this good?"

"She took my ring away?"

"Yes, yes, she took your ring. I didn't force her, but she was happy to do it. It was an adventure story for her to be excited about and to be remembered. She succeeded, and I'm sorry, in In a way, you play a kind of stepping stone role in this saga.

I know your secrets, just as I know the ring was a gift from Nagash as was the sword, and I know what you went through after wearing the ring, but... they don't seem to appreciate what you do. And I don't want you to show up in my bedroom one day when I'm sleeping. I'm an elf, and I can live a very long time, long enough that I don't need to become a vampire. "

"I want to see her. I want to see who took my ring."

"I'm very sorry. I asked her to hide. She couldn't bear the annihilation that followed. Can we talk about other things, such as Harkon? And those existences you are familiar with, Abhorash?"

"My friend, as you say, I came at the wrong time, and you know too much. A ridiculous brass ring, because of which I lost my ring, and now I am dying. "

"Brass ring? Sorry to interrupt, that brass ring is not ordinary, but very powerful. If you wear the brass ring and are not destroyed by the brass ring, you will become more powerful and you can control the shadows. , to become a true king.”

"But I lost my ring, didn't I?"

"really."

"Let's go back to the topic, "We... all of us, the last sons and daughters of Lahmia, we are the origin of vampires. Woolsoland? That old monster should be dead? At least that's what I think, if creatures like us can actually die. Wusuoran? A pathetic court jester who has always lived in Neferata's shadow. "

"But you are a Khemri, how come you have become the last children of Laemia?" Darkus just thought about it, but he did not say this out loud. He did not want to interrupt Vlad's confession.

"Abohrash, he is fighting, but he is fighting for himself. After he also sees the true nature of Neferata. He will not serve Nagash, nor any other person or god. .

Varachi? He is too reckless, he is a warrior, not a handsome man who controls the situation. Perhaps, I shouldn't evaluate Valazzi like this. He is just a hypocritical evil beast who uses morality and honor to justify the bloodthirsty madness of barbarians.

Varazi and his band of bloodthirsty lunatics are nothing more than a parody of Abkhrash, and being placed alongside them is an insult to Abkhrash. In fact, I don't think there is any warrior in the world, alive or dead, who can compare to Abhorrash.

If I could, I would give anything to fight alongside Abhorash again, as we did in Lahmia. "Vlad said slowly after being silent for a while. Just like he said, the elf not far away is his friend, because the elf understands him and understands him. He doesn't mind sharing what he understands and sees. Share it, and at the end, he sighed.

"If there are no accidents, Valachi is dead. By the way, do you remember Luther? Luther Harken?" Darkus shrugged.

"Luthor? Lutul? Lutul Harken?"

"Yes, yes, I met him a few years ago. He was a pirate and established an empire in the New World. By the way, he also gave the capital of the empire a very famous name, New Baker!"

Vlad laughed, and Darkus also laughed after he finished speaking. The laughter between the two continued, as if Darkus had told a very funny joke.

"He... went crazy, his consciousness was shattered, and he provoked an existence that he shouldn't have provoked. I ended his rule, but I didn't kill him. I threw him into the sea, maybe... …That’s the best place for a pirate to end up, right? At least, I didn’t lock him in a cage and let the sun evaporate him.”

"I have to say, what you did was very... creative? Life is really unfair, isn't it? The aggressive Varazi died, while the cowardly Lutour lived and continues to live."

"Yes, by the way, let me ask you a question. Did Niklaus follow you, or did you stay in Sylvania like Conrad?" When Darkus nodded in agreement, he suddenly thought about it. one question.

"Niklaus? He is very unique... He stayed in Sylvania. Perhaps he is seeking a new path to power at this time? Why do you pay attention to him?"

The name Niklaus von Carstein may be unfamiliar, but he also has another familiar name, Count Noctilus.

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