Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

A group of fairy people came to the square of the cathedral from far and near. Their silk robes flowed like flowing clouds, like dancers in the wind. Every step exuded an otherworldly atmosphere. It was like they had a halo that receded. Wherever they went, the crowds gathered around them would consciously give way to leave room for them to pass. Their arrival seemed to induce a mysterious atmosphere, making human beings feel in awe. .

Both young and old people are attracted by the mysterious temperament of the elf, and their eyes are full of curiosity and awe. Various whispers began to come from the crowd, expressing their awe at the power and elusiveness of the immortal people. Some people directly stared at the immortals in fear, with various eyes, trying to pry into their true appearance and purpose.

Darkus has become accustomed to this kind of gaze at monkeys. In his opinion, it is no different from watching monkeys, except that this monkey is relatively advanced and not like those in the zoo, but there is essentially no difference. The team stopped outside a wreckage, and he looked at it for a moment. If he judged correctly, the wreckage in front of him should be the remains of a corpse truck.

The vehicles that once carried the dead around now only have their twisted and deformed frames standing there alone, with splinters of splintered wood and metal scattered around. The remains of the corpse truck looked very terrifying. Even after being hit by a tactical nuclear bomb, it still exuded a rotten smell. The car was completely shattered. The body was covered with blood and human skin fragments had been evaporated, but countless scratches remained. The residue on the carriage is like a terrifying scroll.

As the core of the army of the dead, the Corpse Cart has an unusual feature. Its principle is like a magnet and a concentrator, able to draw power from the land and spread the gathered Deha to the nearby dead to maintain the movement of the dead. From a certain perspective, the corpse truck is more like a platform, just like the combat platform of the lizardman Triceratops. Various war engines and war equipment can be placed on it. Of course, you can also put nothing but some skink boys. . Perhaps, this example is not very appropriate, because the corpse truck cannot charge into battle like the triceratops.

Even though the corpse truck has turned into a wreckage, it is still dominating, still desecrating life, disrespecting the dead, and threatening the tranquility of the city. In this peaceful square, this scene is particularly horrifying.

Darkus could feel the unbearable smell of blood in the air. What was interesting was that in the face of this horrific scene, the humans were still gathering around the car and couldn't look away. He couldn't describe the feeling. There was a depressing atmosphere centered around the corpse truck, as if it was shrouded in the shadow of death, but at the same time there was also a kind of curiosity coming from humans...

Darkus could understand after thinking about it. After all, the corpse truck is the core of the army of the dead. Vampires attach great importance to this strange object. The dead fighting around the corpse truck will become more and more fanatical, and the battle line of their army will also be effective. support.

Humans in Altdorf have never seen this strange thing. Usually, this thing swims in the deep paths and muddy roads of Sylvania, carrying death and suffering like a shroud. On dark nights, corpse trucks will break into crumbling villages, disturb the graves of the dead, and bring corruption and death to the sleeping villagers. This means that the corpse transport truck has turned into a wreckage. If any human being is lucky enough to knock down a corpse transport truck that can still move in the dark, it will be more than just a curiosity.

Darkus, who was in the center of the team, took a few steps forward and found that the bronze bell was overturned on the ground. Even though it was overturned, the bronze bell was still announcing an ominous omen. He knelt down and took a look, and found that the obsidian that exuded an evil aura was still there. The obsidian should still be running in a weak form. There are many variants of corpse transport trucks, such as simple corpse transport trucks, and some variants equipped with corpse fire and unclean magnets. If he judged correctly, the corpse transport truck in front of him should have been a series of unclean magnets.

"That's not right." Darkus, who got up, suddenly thought of something. The front line between Beicheng District and Dongcheng District has always been maintained. The hearse can't drift even if it wants to. Then why is this car now in the Cathedral Square in Nancheng District? Could it be? Coming in from the south city gate? He was thinking as he walked around the corpse truck. When he saw the guards maintaining order, he asked a few questions.

The guard was a little nervous at first, but then he became talkative. He told the fairy people in front of him about the folklore of Reikland, saying that every night, a big car would appear on the road, etc. Listen, Darkus shook his head.

No matter what the legend and the real thing are, it is no longer important. The corpse truck has become like this. After lingering for a while, the elves left.

As Darkus walked and looked around, he felt like he was getting sick again. Just a few days ago, people's hearts were still heavy, and the thought of laughter echoing again in the cathedral square seemed strange and distant. However, the wheel of fate really turned. The immortals saved Altdorf and changed the fate of the entire city. The survivors struggled to get out of the shadow of death.

Darkus, who was ill, walked slowly, not in a hurry to get where he wanted to go. He came to the bronze statue of Sigma and looked up at the majestic bronze statue. The majestic portrait shone with metallic brilliance in the sun, as if telling the glory and greatness of the empire. However, the majesty of the bronze statue and the destiny ahead The remains of the corpse car provided a stark contrast.

Darkus stood in front of the bronze statue and fell into deep thought. He glimpsed the cruelty of reality from the glory of the empire symbolized by the bronze statue, and felt the horror of war and the cost of sacrifice. This contrast made him deeply reflect that the glory and glory of the empire are not based on death and destruction, but on the respect and equality of every life. Perhaps, this is also the reason why the empire has been able to stand firm for more than 2,500 years despite coming from all directions.

The word funeral is not unfamiliar to Darkus. He has been in this world for a while. He is used to seeing life and death and has attended several funerals. The second number is like... He doesn't know what metaphor to use. He can't use the metaphor that he has eaten more salt than he has traveled. This is too exaggerated.

The funeral was held in the backyard area of ​​Sigmar Cathedral. The reason why it was chosen here was because of the special circumstances, because it was Vlad's funeral and the funeral of Darkus' friend.

As a powerful vampire, Vlad is different from other vampires. He can face the sun and walk in the sun. Moreover, his position at that time just avoided the impact of tactical nuclear bombs.

The ceremony was very quiet, and the size of the funeral was not large. Except for the elves who came to join in the fun with Darkus, there were only William III as the host of the ceremony and the priest who had served William III before.

As Vlad's friend, Darkus complied with Vlad's wishes and held a funeral for Vlad. And there was no such thing as before, where Vlad’s body was dismembered, his head cut off, his internal organs and brain tissue dug out, with a rose representing Mor in his mouth, his head buried in an unmarked grave, and his eyes replaced with of garlic.

Not to mention that the arms were tied behind the back with wires, the kneecaps were smashed, the black heart and brain were burned together, and finally Vlad’s tomb was placed under the tomb of William III as the last line of defense against the resurrection of the beast. It was like It's like Vlad will never come back again. Besides, William III was not dead at all, but appeared as the funeral director.

Darkus knew that Vlad’s key point was Nagash. If he didn’t want to see Vlad appear in front of him again, what he had to do was to kill Nagash and solve the problem from the root.

At the end of the ceremony, Darkus appeared in front of Vlad. He weighed the coins in his hand. He felt that he was quite humorous because one of the coins in his hand had a lady's face printed on it.

This lady has something to say. During the time of Sigmar, the tribes that controlled the land that is now Stirland had no male chiefs, but were ruled by a fierce female warrior. She died in the Battle of Blackfire Pass, and her son was elected Elector when the Empire was founded. Although her name has been forgotten, her legend has survived and is sung by the Stirlings. Steele was the first to immortalize her image.

Darkus chose the Stirian Order because Sylvania had deep ties to Stiland in terms of affiliation and claims. Vlad had been competing for the Imperial Emperor as the ruler of Sylvania from the beginning. position, although Vlad's approach was different from that of the other electors. In a way, using Stiyl to lead the order represents Vlad's experience during this period and represents the vampire war.

As for the other coin, it is a bit weird, or it cannot be said to be a coin, but a round ornament, from the Altdorf Museum, from a certain tomb in Nehekhara. To Darkus, this coin, which was not a currency, represented Vlad's experience as Vashanesh in Nehekhara, and it had a certain representative significance. As for the specific representation... he didn't know what it represented.

Darkos glanced at Vlad. The lying Vlad was not lying in the coffin as before, but lying on the wooden raft. The wooden stake inserted into the armor was cut off. The suit of armor was still in place, and the hands that should have been holding the blood-drinking sword were crossed in front of his chest.

Just kidding, the Blood Drinking Sword is now Darkus's trophy. He doesn't want the Blood Drinking Sword to be burned with Vlad. Besides, the Blood Drinking Sword can't be burned. After all, the Blood Drinking Sword is a high demon from the Great Schism Era. product.

"Rest in peace, my friend, and don't show up again. I don't want to see you again."

After watching for a moment, Darkus placed two coins on Vlad's eyes as a ceremony of respect and farewell.

In fact, there is no saying that vampires put coins in their eyes after death, but this practice was very popular in the old world. The coins were paid to Moore in the hope that after death, Moore could lead the soul of the deceased to the underworld.

However, this approach is a bit cynical for a vampire's funeral. After all, the relationship between vampires and Maul is very bad. But it doesn’t matter. In Darkus’s mind, funerals are for living people. Moreover, Vlad is dead, and the funeral ceremony was entrusted to him before Vlad died. It is good that he did not cut Vlad into pieces like before. Putting two coins is nothing. If Vlad wants to find it, he can go to Maul or Nagash. If he can't find it, he can go to Neferata. Just don't come to him.

Afterwards, Darkus stood there and looked around. There was no sadness on his face, let alone the faint sadness of the rabbit dying and the fox dying. After a while, William III came over holding a torch. Facing William III's questioning gaze, he nodded and took the torch. He walked solemnly to Vlad's body and lit the fire row.

The flames burned brightly with the burning oil, illuminating Vlad's body red. Vlad's body lay in the center of the fire, like a sleeping statue, surrounded by dancing flames. The flames roared, devouring the surrounding air, and the heat wave surged up, making Darkos feel like he was in a blazing wind.

"I can't live even if I'm dead."

Under the burning of kerosene, the flame turned into countless red sparks, blooming in the air like fireworks, flashing with orange-red brilliance. Each spark seemed to be a fragment of Vlad's life. As the flame danced, the sparks danced in the air, as if telling about his past glory and glory.

Vlad's figure became blurred in the flames, and the burning flames reflected his outline indistinctly. At this moment, he seemed to be an entity integrated with the flames, and his soul seemed to follow the flames. Ascend.

As the flames burned, Vlad's body was slowly devoured and turned into ashes bit by bit. The legendary vampire now found his final rest in the flames. Swallowed by the flames, his form gradually disappeared and turned into a wisp of ashes, drifting away with the wind.

Darkus, who was standing upwind, watched all this quietly, his heart filled with complicated emotions. Although they were once rivals and enemies, they were also friends, but these relationships were short-lived. With the disappearance of Vlad's body, it means the end of an era, the end of a battle, and the departure of a friend.

Darkus believed that his encounter and separation with Vlad were brief, but their existence was like two lone stars in the sky, illuminating each other's way of domination. He would prove that his choices and actions were correct, and he prayed silently for Vlad, hoping that Vlad could find peace and tranquility behind the veil of death.

"My friend, what's next?"

"My friend, how do you arrange it?" Darkus asked.

"Do you need to accept the cheers from the people of Altdorf? This is what you deserve. I would like to thank you for everything you have done for Altdorf. If necessary...I can make arrangements now." William III asked cautiously after thinking for a moment. , he had considered this matter before and asked Dacus for his opinion, but Dacus did not give him clear feedback.

Darkus did not respond immediately. He lowered his head and kicked the stones under his feet. Then he raised his head and looked at the elves with his hands behind his back. In his opinion, it seemed unnecessary to stand in the cathedral square and accept the cheers of the people. Apart from being able to show off, there is no real benefit, because the core of what he values ​​​​is the Sigmar Cult and the aristocratic system of Reikland. The cheers of the people are to a certain extent considered public opinion, and he does not seem to need it, and he also has the feeling of being taken for granted. It looks like a monkey, but it's easy to lose your temper. It's good to keep it mysterious and unpredictable to humans.

The elves standing there either lowered their heads or shook their heads after seeing Darkus's gaze. They heard what William III said and knew that Darkus didn't want to attend this ceremony, but they were just as interested in it as Darkus. I'm not interested in this kind of thing. Even Maranur shook his head desperately, indicating that he did not want to participate in such a ceremony.

"You saw it too, my friend."

"Ludwig...he wants to see you. He wants to invite you to the palace for a banquet."

"My friend, it seems that you are really not suitable to be a tour guide. That fool who has been hiding in the palace? A wretch? Do you think I will be interested in him? You also know that I am not the wave of elves you have received before. , or what’s the term for a banquet? Can it attract me? It’s better that we sit together and taste the mulled wine you cooked like that day.”

"I just fulfilled an obligation. Let me convey it. After all, you also know my identity." William III said in a joking tone first, then he looked around and whispered, "He is not in the palace now, but in the cathedral. Inside, things are a little...complicated."

"Oh?" Darkus became interested and asked with great interest. He knew that things were definitely not simple. At this moment, he thought of something. (End of chapter)