Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

"We have captured a vampire. His identity is very troublesome. Ludwig wants to use this to do something that will benefit him." William III, who was leading the way from the side of Darkus, suddenly said.

Darkus did not respond to William III's words, which seemed to him to have nothing to do with him? This is a matter between the imperial power and the religious power. With his intervention, William III did not become a saint, and under the coordination of William III, all forces in Altdorf were fighting bravely. On the other hand, Ludwig was a little crotchless. He expressed surrender before the war started and acted as a role during the battle. The transparent man hid in the palace and didn't even go to the final decisive battle. After the battle...

According to the normal routine, the battle is over and the dust has settled. Ludwig will definitely have to make amends. After all, things are dynamic. For rulers, reputation is important. Otherwise, why would a new official need to be appointed with three firepowers? Since it cannot be increased, he must find ways to weaken the opponent.

"This is different from when I came here before." After walking for a while, Darkus sniffed his nose and said.

The last time Darkus smelled this smell was in Hagrid Grave's mine. The smell of rust spread in the air. In addition to the smell of rust, there was also the smell of corpses. You must know that the treatment of the slaves in Hagrid Grave Mine was not good. There were many slaves lying dead in the corner and turning into white bones. Of course, in addition to these two smells, there is also a minty smell from spices, which seems to be used to cover up the stench of the corpse.

William III was just like Darkus before. He did not respond to Darkus while walking, but shook his head, and then sighed heavily.

As the journey progressed, the rusty smell of blood became stronger and stronger. It was a disgusting stench. Mixed with the scent of minced rice, the smell of blood becomes even sharper.

Darkus shook his head and said nothing more. He knew that the Battle of Altdorf only lasted a short three days and was not besieged for several years like some cities and fortresses.

However, these three days of fighting were particularly brutal. As the important force of the Sigmar sect in Altdorf, the battle priests, witch hunters, and knights of the order, as the main combat forces, suffered considerable losses. These Sigma cultists who died in the battle are all eligible to enter the Sigma Cathedral to rest in peace, so they have the current flavor. It is estimated that this flavor will continue for months or years until...

It is dry for thousands of years, wet for ten thousand years, and it only lasts half a year if it is not dry or wet. Altdorf is built on water, and it is usually shrouded in fog.

Jon Skyland climbed closer to the clay pot carefully. Except for a rough mattress made of reeds and a shabby blanket, there was only one clay pot in the cell, and everything else was stripped away by the guards. This clay pot is used for excretion, but the clay pot is of no use to him. As a vampire, his body does not need to excrete like a living person.

Now, Jon Skyland crawls towards the clay pot because he has a new friend. His need for food drove him to the edge of madness and hallucinations, and he could smell the blood of Sigmar priests pulsing through his veins as he walked outside his cell. As he crawled, he closed his eyes and tried to let his consciousness drift away. He imagined that every pulse sound he heard, even though it was separated by several layers of stones and plaster, was full of this kind of sound around him. Beating sound.

Jon Skyland savored the beating of the heart in Priest Sigmar's body. Occasionally, he would miss a beat. He could clearly feel that the owner of the heart would sometimes speed up as his emotions rose, and sometimes Beating slowly with loss. At this moment, he kept fantasizing about eating, playing with the bodies and blood of the priests of Sigmar, sucking hungrily on the throats of the priests.

There is nothing better than fresh blood drawn from a living person, and to a vampire it is a true delicacy. Jon Skyland fantasizes about killing people in a cathedral. He even imagined the scene when all this happened. At first, the humans were stunned, frightened by the sudden screams.

Humans couldn't believe at first that it was a scream and not a ghost from the past, or some vengeful shadow in the grave. They've all heard enough screams and seen enough horror, because this is the curse of this era. However, it was a bloody scream coming from the depths of the cathedral, and it wasn't their minds at work.

This scream was even louder than the explosion of dynamite. This power came from the most primitive depths, from the deepest fear in everyone's heart. The screams covered the entire Cathedral of Sigmar, then disappeared, but soon a second scream strangled the mournful silence, the sound intensifying the ominousness it represented.

However, everything that Jon Skyland imagined did not happen. Instead, he felt a familiar pulse. He knew that someone was coming, and he knew that it would take some time before people would open the cell. He wanted to make full use of this gap to communicate with A chat with his new friend.

Sometimes, things always happen to have some accidents or changes. His new friends now are not like the new friends before. The eyes of the new friends keep turning, and they have an indescribable intelligence.

As the pulse sound got closer, Jon Skyland knew it was too late, but he also knew that dealing with new friends was not easy, but he had no choice but to make a desperate move. Seizing the opportunity, he stepped hard on the gap between the stone slabs, and his body rushed towards his new friend like a carp preparing to leap over the dragon's gate.

But he could only take the chance. He seized the opportunity and pushed hard on the gap between the stone slabs with his feet. Now he was like a carp preparing to jump over the dragon gate, but when he got closer, he found that his new friend seemed to be more clever than he thought.

The rat turned its head alertly at the sound, and then ran away. Jon Skyland lost his chance. Although he tried his best, he failed. The moment he jumped down, his face hit the clay pot hard, and a sharp pain hit him. He could only helplessly close his eyes and wait for the arrival of a pulse.

Green, who pushed open the cell door, heard the impact. When the cell door was completely pushed open, his naked eyes could not see clearly for a while. The cell was too dark, but soon, his eyes adapted to the darkness, and he I saw Jon Skyland with his face pressed against the clay pot and the rat crawling into the gap.

"You seem to be playing a game? You actually still have the energy to play the game? It seems that we have some reservations about you? Vampire, if I were you, I would lie down on the reed and cover you with a blanket. ." After taking a look at the scene in front of him, Green roughly guessed what Jon Skyland was doing before. His mouth opened with a sneer, and then he said in a joking tone.

"You have nothing better to do..." Jon Skyland shot back.

However, before Jon Skyland could finish speaking, Green's boot kicked him hard in the face. After being hit hard, he rolled on the ground with a contemptuous expression on his face. In his opinion, Lin was just a coward. And he is also a cruel coward. He can feel Green's unspeakable kindness towards him. When Green tortures his body with red-hot pokers and other instruments of torture, painful madness burns in Green's eyes. .

"Vampire, what could be better than hearing you scream?" Green did not give Jon Skyland a chance to breathe. As Jon Skyland rolled, he also followed up and said When he was done, he kicked Jon Skyland hard in the ribs with his boot.

"Of course there are other things. I have more imagination than you in this regard. You must know that this is both a blessing and a curse, believe me. However, you are not a witch hunter. You can't understand it, let alone Unimaginable," said Jon Skyland in a mocking tone as he rolled again.

"I advise you to save your energy and imagination..." Green said while approaching Jon Skyland. When his feet were raised, he froze. He was thinking and thought for a moment. Finally, he continued, "Imagination? What a wonderful thing, you're going to need your imagination to scream soon, vampire."

"Don't you understand? Green, I don't need to breathe. My heart is in my body, but it will never beat. I don't have your weak emotions, such as love and hate? I am cursed, I am a Vampire, I have no human weaknesses. In the future, I will return to humans again. After you turn into dust and disappear from my memory, I will still be alive.

Green, you are nothing, nothing. You are just a child in human skin, you are scared now, you are scared of me, I can smell your fear, your cowardice clinging to your skin, invading your sweat. Fear and cowardice dominate you, and your heart keeps calling you to kill me, but your fear and cowardice cannot kill me, so you can only use this method. You are so pathetic, Green. "

Jon Skyland stopped rolling, he forced himself to stand up straight, and he knelt in front of Green, but this was not a gesture of submission, he was resisting Green. Staring into Green's eyes, it seemed to him that the guard's eyes were so dull. There was no reason or thought in Green's eyes. He knows Green hates him because he is Jon Skylan von Carstein.

Green was a jailer, a cell leader, a guard, and a soldier. He had no reason not to experience the Battle of Altdorf. During those three days, he had been fighting on the walls of the East City District. He saw his friends and comrades-in-arms die with his own eyes. In the hands of a vampire. If the immortals hadn't taken action at the last moment, he didn't know what would happen next. He had reason to be afraid, and he also had reason to hate everything that Jon Skyland represented.

"You...you...you!" Green was irritated. He stretched out his hand and pointed his trembling fingers at the arrogant Jon Skyland. His lips were also trembling, and the trembling could not make him say a word.

Reason and emotion govern Green, and every torture he inflicts on Jon Skyland represents revenge for his fallen comrades and companions. But he couldn't kill Jon Skyland. He knew that Jon Skyland was laughing at him, reminding him that he couldn't avenge the dead.

Jon Skyland, who was half-kneeling there, ignored Green, and did not make a victory gesture towards Green. He turned his head and looked at the cell door. He felt an unfamiliar heartbeat, and he knew someone was coming.

"That's enough, Green, Ludwig is here." A Sigma priest walked into the cell, pointed to the light, and said to Green standing there, and then saw Jon who was half kneeling there. Skylan, he shook his head, not knowing what to say.

When Jon Skylan was not a vampire, the Priest of Sigmar had seen Jon Skylan in the Cathedral of Sigmar, but did not know Jon Skylan. At that time, he had just become the Priest of Sigmar. Now he has become He became a high-ranking priest, and Jon Skyland became a vampire from a member of the Knights of the Silver Hammer. A vampire hunted by the witch hunters of the Knights of the Silver Hammer. It must be said that this is really an irony.

"It seems that this witch hunter has suffered a lot." A moment later, a new person entered the cell. After taking a look at the environment of the cell, he said jokingly to Jon Skyland.

Pastor Sigmar turned around and saw Ludwig and his followers. He frowned. He looked down on Ludwig. In his opinion, Ludwig was far inferior to Eberhard, a coward who coveted the empire. The man of the throne. During this Battle of Altdorf, Ludwig's behavior intensified his impression.

"Usurper, you are not welcome in Sigma Cathedral." Pastor Sigma said bluntly. As a senior leader of the Sigma Sect, he knew the relationship between Ludwig and the Sigma Sect. He had no regard for Ludwig. Without the slightest respect, he did not call Ludwig by his first name, but directly used the impolite title of usurper. Then he said, "Of course, the same goes for these thugs under your command."

"Don't forget who you are, priest. You have to remember that in your secular world, I have considerable influence. I dominate Altdorf and everything in Altdorf. For example, granting gifts to people I think are qualified Accept the power of the title of High Priest. If you have some ambitions in this regard, I suggest you better remember your identity. Now, let me say it again, hand over this witch hunter to me and let us end this."

Facing Pastor Sigma's rudeness, Ludwig was not angry at all. He raised his head and said arrogantly to Pastor Sigma.

Pastor Sigma ignored Ludwig. As a senior leader of the Sigma sect, he knew the stakes of Jon Skylan. He would not let Jon Skylan go under any circumstances, let alone bring Joe back. En Skylan was handed over to Ludwig. What he had to do now was to hold Ludwig until the arrival of the great priest William III.

"Jon? Jon Skylan? Are you Jon Skylan?" Darkus ignored everyone in the cell. He looked at the vampire half-kneeling on the ground and asked.

The arrival of Darkus and William III made this already narrow cell even more crowded. Pastor Sigma, who was in a stalemate with Ludwig, breathed a sigh of relief. He bowed to Darkus and William III. , pulled up Green, who was still in a dazed state, and left the cell.

"I've seen you!" Jon Skyland looked at the elf in front of him and said sharply.

"Then do you know her? My fiancée, you were supposed to be on the wall at the time? Following Vlad in the attack? Oh my god... you actually survived? Can you tell me what happened? Wait... Don't say it yet, let me guess? Were you beaten away? Or were you frightened into a coma by the screams? Or did you not participate in the battle at all? Were you caught while escaping? But... this doesn't seem to be serious. ?" Darkus looked at Jon Skylan and said in a joking tone, while holding Drusala's hand and introducing him to Jon Skylan.

Jon Skyland's face twisted, letting out a beastly roar, and his thin lips gradually opened, revealing the sharp fangs behind it. His eyebrows and bone ridges were pulled, his nostrils dilated, and his eyes showed extreme hatred. He arched his back, preparing to pounce on the elf not far away.

Then, there was nothing more. As Drusala raised his other hand, Jon Skylan's scream resounded through the cell, frightening everyone in the cell and Sigma Priest and Green outside the corridor.

Jon Skyland's body suddenly twitched violently, as if he was suffering from indescribable pain. His expression was twisted into a kind of pain he had never seen before, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his face was pale, as if his soul was suffering endless torture. He tried to make a sound, but only a meaningless roar came out of his throat, as if suppressed by an invisible force. The muscles all over his body were shaking uncontrollably, and every nerve seemed to be screaming, delivering an unbearable pain to him.

The twisted body on the ground kept rolling, Jon Skyland's mind was in chaos, as if the whole world was collapsing. He felt the fear and helplessness deep in his soul, as if he was trapped in darkness and couldn't find any light of hope.

"I suggest you calm down first. Baring your teeth is not a good way to communicate."

As Darkus finished speaking, Drusala put down her hand. She didn't care about the vampire's pain. As early as the moment she saw Genevieve, she had been studying vampires and thinking about how to deal with them. Deal with Genevieve. But due to various reasons, she did not do this to Genevieve in the end, and Genevieve has now become her good friend, a best friend with whom she can communicate in depth. This is when she needs to be alert and cautious at all times. cannot be found in the Tower of Prophecy.

However, becoming good friends with Genevieve does not prevent Drusala from dealing with vampires in ways that vampires cannot bear. The ruthless power she unleashed locked Jon Skylan's soul deep into suffering until the vampire could no longer bear it, and even until the vampire's life was gone. Different from the books she has come across in the past few days, this way of using Deha is what Druch is good at, playing with the soul instead of the body, and stuffing the lost soul into the body and letting it stand up again.

"Are you Ludwig?" After letting Jon Skyland calm down, Darkus turned to look at Ludwig and asked.

"Yes, Your Excellency, this is not the place to talk, is it? I hereby sincerely invite you to the Altdorf Palace, which is suitable for talks. There I will hold a grand ceremony and banquet to welcome Your Excellency. , just like before." Ludwig said in a respectful tone while still doing elegant aristocratic etiquette.

"Sorry, I'm not interested. I'm not interested in communicating with the usurper, let alone attending any grand ceremonies and banquets. In my opinion, the so-called grandness is ridiculous. Muhou... And Guan? Have you heard of this word? No It doesn’t matter if you have heard it before. Now that you have heard it, of course, just because you have heard it does not mean you understand it.

Here, I will explain to you patiently, the surface meaning of this word is just like this word, putting clothes and hats on monkeys to imitate human appearance, used to describe those who are disguised on the outside, but actually inside Are you such a person whose essence and abilities are incompatible with yours? "Dakeus looked at Ludwig with his chin. After Ludwig raised his head again, he nodded, and then said in an arrogant tone.

Darkus' words caused Ludwig to fall into a brief daze, leaving William III standing next to him shaking his head and speechless.

William III is not stupid, let alone rigid. On the contrary, he is very flexible and will use some appropriate means to achieve his goals. He knows that the word Dacus said seems to be more than what Dacus explained, especially Dacus. Uth spoke this word to humans as an elf.

But William III didn't care. He was the high priest of the Sigmar sect, and he was not very interested in the secular world. And this word was not meant for him. He had met the elf not long ago before. He had participated in ceremonies and banquets as the leader of the Sigma Sect. Compared with the Darkus in front of him, although the leader of the elf behaved very friendly, that The group of elves were not like this. Their disgusted expressions, arrogant attitudes and sharp words left a deep impression on him.

"Monkey...and crown? Monkey...and crown, monkey and crown!" Maranur, who followed and leaned against the corner to watch the excitement, savored this unfamiliar word. He repeated it in Rick language, and then It was converted into Elsalin language, and finally into Druzil language that Druchi often spoke. After savoring it, he burst out laughing uncontrollably, as if he had heard a good joke. His body was pressed against the wall, holding his belly in his hands and laughing non-stop.

Maranur was no fool either, and he understood that the word his brother spoke was not as simple as it seemed. In his opinion, these humans are monkeys wearing gorgeous hats, and these humans are wearing monkey hats. Especially when this word was said to the emperor of the empire, a top figure among mankind. Thinking of this, his smile became even more exaggerated. In his opinion, this was too ironic.

Darkus's words caused the elves who were also coming to join in the fun to burst into laughter. Their laughter was crisp and joyful, but it was particularly harsh to human ears. The breath of joy filled this small cell filled with the smell of dampness. middle. As if depression and despair were thrown away, the dark corners of the cell seemed to be washed away by this relaxing atmosphere, but there was no...

"you you you……"

Ludwig, who was shocked by the elves' arrogance and rejection, stammered about what to say. When he heard the elves' laughter, he was filled with anger and helplessness. His heart was in chaos and he couldn't sort out his thoughts. His body was trembling, his lips were trembling, but he could not utter a complete sentence. Facing ridicule, he felt as if he was trapped in an inescapable cage, isolated and helpless, and he could not face the humiliation and indifference before him.

Ludwig looked at William III, who was standing next to the elf, and asked for help. However, as a human, William III did not look at him at all. While he was waiting for him to recover, and before he could do anything, he I heard a cold question.

"Reintroducing, this is my fiancée. As for her name, it's not that I'm too lazy to introduce it, but you don't deserve to know! Is she beautiful? Beautiful! Of course... Of course she is beautiful. Maybe... It's better to put on clothes and hats As for you, your aesthetics are standard, but you can't look at her with that kind of eyes. Just now... your eyes, what kind of eyes are you? Can you answer me? Huh? You have to know that your behavior makes others My fiancé feels uncomfortable!”

Darkus' cold questioning caused the short-lived joyful atmosphere in the cell to disappear. The elves who were still laughing seemed to have been turned off. The next second, their faces turned cold. Maranur no longer leaned against the wall, but stood up and stared at Ludwig. The narrow cell door became crowded for a while, and the elves waiting in the corridor continued to enter the cell through the cell door. They looked at the confused human followers standing there with cold eyes.

"I...I...I..." (End of Chapter)