Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

The destroyed village was called Gothom. Strictly speaking, it should not be defined as a village. It was more like the agricultural communities that can be seen everywhere in South Warbergland. The main source of income was growing wheat and raising goats. It also serves as a hub for nearby farms, with farmers bringing their processed produce here to sell to further markets.

Darkus, who could already see the village, felt that the village already had the prototype of a town. Although there were only a few dozen buildings here, it was not yet the size of a town. This is also true. Nearby and local farmers often jokingly refer to Gothom as a "city".

It is said that the sheep here are very famous. Scholars throughout the empire use quiet and respectful tones when talking about this place. Sheep can produce wool, mutton, goat milk, and of course parchment, and the price of parchment here It is so expensive that it is even called "Gossom Silver Paper". This parchment has a slight sheen, absorbs ink well, and resists fading much longer than other inferior parchments.

Before entering the village, a small-scale battle took place. The two sides of the battle were elves, humans and humans. The villagers in Gotom were obviously a little abnormal. They became extremely violent after being affected by something, as if they were blessed by some kind of miraculous BUFF. The villagers seem convinced that any creature approaching their village is a new threat that needs to be eliminated. After issuing threats and shouts, they poured out of the woods. Even in the face of a large and powerful team, they did not flinch at all, but resolutely launched a charge.

The villagers held various tools and sticks in their hands and launched a hysterical charge. While charging, they screamed and said some inexplicable words, like: We see you, devil! We won't listen to your lies! Maul takes you! Words like that.

And then nothing happened...

The elves who dismounted and fought without even taking out their swords from their scabbards taught the villagers how to be human again. The cold lizards did not charge under the pressure of the big guy, otherwise it would have been another scene, which could scare the accompanying human officials. The pants-wetting scene. Although the elves contained the villagers' attack, they did not let the villagers wake up and realize what happened.

Alyssa said that the mental state of these villagers is in a catastrophic disorder. In human terms, these villagers have gone completely crazy and have a complete mental breakdown. The best way to deal with it is to send them to a mental hospital or lunatic asylum and receive deathbed treatment. care.

However, whether he was sent to a mental hospital or lunatic asylum, or after months of careful treatment at the Saliya Temple, he sought a glimmer of hope for recovery. It has nothing to do with Darkus. He is not the carnivorous class here. These completely crazy villagers are not his people and he has no obligations.

After handing over the tied villagers to the patrolmen who were arriving one after another, Darkos glanced at the tall wooden fence and the gatehouse built between the two stone towers. Normally, the gate is guarded by villagers who patrol the surrounding area or watch for dangerous presence from their towers, but this is not the case now.

After watching for a while, Darkus entered Gotom on foot and started his short running tour. In his opinion, this might be one of his few running groups or an adventure. The countdown to his journey to Elzin Alvin has begun. After returning to the new world, he will be busy starting the business of ruling Ulthuan. Unless one day he and Malekith organized a group of experts to go to the ancient city of Quintex in the south of Naggaroth, or to capture the beast of Laima in the Chaos Wasteland in the north, so he did not send out runners as usual. He cherishes these few opportunities to form a small team.

After entering Gothom through the broken gate, what appeared in front of Darkus was a hellish scene, just like what he saw when he stood on the high ground outside Avignon not long after he came to this world.

Many standing farmhouses were destroyed before. The farmhouses were the residences of poor farmers. The walls of these one- or two-room residences were made of various materials such as stone and wooden boards, while the roofs were made of reeds grown on the riverside near the village. Many of these farmhouses were destroyed and turned into piles of wood and thatch. Fires broke out in some of the ruined farmhouses, with tongues of flame emerging from the piles of rubble, adding to a hellish atmosphere. But the good news is that even if you don’t deal with a burning home, the fire won’t spread…

To the left of Darkus is a conspicuous building, a two-story inn with stables. Such half-timbered structures can be found throughout the Empire, seemingly carved from a mold. However, the hotel here has some unique features. There are some funny red ribbons on the eaves. These ribbons have faded due to wind and rain, but they are still so eye-catching when paired with the mainly white building. Red and white are always fashionable. hour.

The inn's sign is fancier, depicting a woman holding a two-handed warhammer in one hand and a money bag in the other. Darkus ignored it at first, but when he took a second look, he felt something was wrong. When he took a third look, he finally realized that this seemed to be Queen Beatrice?

Then Darkus stood there and pointed at the hotel sign, looking at the human officials who were following him tremblingly.

"Great fairy, that is Beatrice...the Queen."

Darkus nodded. His history and test skills seemed to be a bit high, and he was right. But what he couldn't understand was why Beatrice appeared on the hotel sign here.

Beatrice is the emperor who succeeded Mandred II, but there seems to be an emperor from Otto in the middle, but this is not important. Mandred, who became Emperor, eventually died at the blade of the Death Master of Clan Eshin. With his death, the Electors were unable to agree on a successor as they were too worried about rivals invading their already devastated realm. , so the tense transitional period lasted for more than two centuries, and then the empire entered the long Three Emperors era.

Beatrice stood out during this period. She was dubbed "Bloody" and her methods were extremely cruel. She was famous for her devotion to Sigmar and her ruthless persecution of those who did not worship Sigmar. But she also has advantages? She treated rich and poor alike, all classes equally, and levied heavy taxes on them. In addition, she was also a great tactician and a powerful female warrior. During her reign, she launched wars against the rebellious electors more than once. This was also the reason why she levied taxes. Fighting meant burning money.

Although the reputation of this empress is not very good, or even infamous, she is the emperor of the empire after all. Officials and rulers don't bother to care about these trivial matters, as long as they pay taxes on time and draw dice during war. Unless the hotel has an anti-Sigma sign, the probability of this happening is very small. After all, there is a Sigma Temple in the village.

After watching for a while, Darkus entered the courtyard of the Red Queen Hotel. The courtyard was paved with irregular stone slabs, and a large circular well was located in the center of the courtyard. After confirming that there was nothing in the circular well, he pushed open the door of the hotel and came to the bar on the first floor of the hotel.

"Take your hands off me! Let me go! This is the only way! The only way!"

"No, William! Please! Don't do this!" After a moment, a female voice came. It was obvious that this woman was trying to stop the old man from before.

After giving a look to Ren next to him, Darkus sat in front of the bar.

"Everyone, what would you like to drink? There is a good... Emil here? What is this?" Tolandir got into the bar and acted as a temporary bartender. After making a funny courtesy, he pretended to say, At the end, he took out a bottle of wine and looked at the incomplete logo on the bottle with a greeting.

"Close, close!" Maranur, who was already sitting on the bar, knocked on the table and shouted.

Although Darkus didn't say anything, he covered his nose, trying to control the nauseating smell from entering his nostrils.

"That's enough, if you don't close it, I'll pour it into your mouth." Cowell, who also sat down, also echoed, while he was still trying to push away the wine bottle that was approaching him.

"Ugh... let's drink wine, good and bad wine..." After playing around for a while, Tolandir couldn't stand the smell of stinky juniper berries in the bottle. After vomiting, he continued Put the cork back on the bottle.

"These two words should not appear together." After finishing speaking, Darkus knocked on the table.

Even as the elves downstairs started drinking good, bad wine, the tug was still going on upstairs.

Ren, who came up, looked at the human who was pulling him with a puzzled expression. The old human was lying by the window, ready to jump down, while the human lady was holding the old man's arm tightly to stop him.

"What are you doing? Do you need me to be an audience? Do you need me to applaud your clumsy show? Or? Can I help?" Ren glanced at the open window. He saw the sloping roof of the stable and the The burning farmhouse, then he looked at the human who was still pulling and asked inexplicably.

The human woman is Clara, the waitress at the Red Queen Hotel. She is short and fat and looks to be in her thirties. She wears a leather vest, green trousers and a large white apron. She has thick black hair. Normally she was a humorous pragmatist, but now she was frightened and frightened by the fairy people who suddenly appeared in front of her, so much so that she uncontrollably let go of the old man's hand.

Fortunately, a Huangqi Shadow Hunter grabbed the old man's leg and pulled the old man back half of his body out of the window.

This old man has a very common name in the empire, William. In addition, he also has the title of "mayor", which is a joking name given to him by the villagers, but he is happy to accept this title. He is the most respected resident of this village, at least until today. He was already in his sixties, with sparse white hair and a beer belly. He was wearing a bright red blouse with a large slit to show off the fluffy white linen shirt underneath. He didn't look like a farmer. On the contrary, he is like little Bourgeois, whose red and white outfit looks too ostentatious.

William spent most of his time in the tavern, entertaining visitors or organizing meetings with the village's farmers. When he was young, he escaped from a fire in a pub. The place where he escaped was the current window. Although his ankle was sprained after sliding down from the roof, he always believed that this was his lucky place. He believed that Repeating this feat is the only way to escape the haunting madness.

Fortunately, William did not jump and was pulled back in time, otherwise he would have a high probability of breaking his neck. And there will also be some related things, such as Clara will be overwhelmed by the injury, collapse, breathless, and sob uncontrollably. Maybe if she stays alone for a while, she will follow William's footsteps, with fear Tears fell from her eyes, but she just didn't fall to death. After all, there were people underneath, and the second floor was not high.

"Don't be afraid, we are here, you are safe, what have you been through?" Ren, who returned to the bar, picked up the wine glass Tolandir had just filled and handed it to Clara and William, who were in a dazed state, and then asked .

What Ren said was extremely ironic, but the humans present didn't understand it at all. South Wobergland, which is in the hinterland of Rick's territory, is relatively safe. At least Druch's Dark Ark cannot enter. The Druchi who followed just laughed silently, and then tasted the poor quality wine.

Clara was the first to react. After drinking it, she regained some sense. She looked at the human officials and the indifferent immortals who stared at her and spoke incoherently.

There was only fear in Clara's mind. She could not remember the attack. At that time, she was counting the drinks in the storage room when she heard a huge crash. Curious, she came to the window and tried to see the figure in the dark night. She saw a figure with long hair. The big winged thing landed in the village and then moved awkwardly around the village. The monster made a terrible scream. The terrible sound created chaos, and then she couldn't remember anything.

Compared to Clara, who was still somewhat sane, William's situation was obviously worse. He seemed to have reacted at this moment. When he thought of what had just happened, his eyes widened in fright. He was frightened by his crazy behavior.

William began to tremble violently, curled up into a ball, and refused any communication. However, his situation quickly had to be reversed. The casters released the Requiem spell on him, and soon his shaking condition subsided, but his hands and eyes continued to twitch, and he became stuttering. There was no logic in what he said. In addition to repeating some words frequently, he would keep looking back at things that didn't exist, and he would tremble uncontrollably.

"Let's go." Darkus, who hadn't touched a sip of wine, stood up and said after watching the elves finish the drinks in their glasses. In his opinion, the waitress can still recover and become a normal person. As for the village chief, he is completely finished. The best place to end up is the lunatic asylum. It is better to hide in the temple of Saliya than to be trapped in a room where he is talking nonsense. Better to be discovered and burned to death by a witch hunter.

Darkus still obtained some useful information. The monster was close to his judgment, but he still had to look around. After all, it was still early, and he also wanted to take a closer look at the human medieval countryside, which was in a prosperous area. of rural areas. The word rural is too unfamiliar to him. In his previous life, he was a so-called city dweller, but now... there is no rural area in Nagaros, let alone the lizardmen. Only Asriel has similar settlements. There are similarities with Gothom.

Last time in Avignon...Dakuus's mental state at that time could not be compared with now. At that time, he only had the resentment of coming into this world.

The fence surrounding the village was torn apart, and the heavy wooden piles that had previously served as a defense were now worth nothing more than firewood. Bodies were scattered on the ground like harvested straw. Strangely, a building opposite the Red Queen Hotel Thick smoke was rising from the building. At first, Darkus thought it was a fire, but after a closer look, it seemed that was not the case.

In fact, as Darkus expected, the blacksmith shop is located on the right after entering the village. It is a well-equipped blacksmith shop that can provide tools for the village and surrounding farms. The building structure is the same as the farmhouse, but larger and simpler. On one side of the building, a thick-to-thin chimney extends from the furnace. As he got closer, he could hear banging and shouting echoing through the building.

The three surviving villagers hid in the blacksmith shop and were sleeping when the village was attacked. In the dark night, they only glanced at it from a distance and had no close-up experience. This allowed them to maintain a certain degree of sobriety and understand their situation. However, they madly believe that they can deal with the monster if only they can figure out what's attacking them, and how best to kill it.

Now the three villagers are pulling the bellows, led by Hugo, the owner of the blacksmith shop, who becomes the figurehead after William's descent into complete madness, although only three of the villagers listen to him. Hailing from the distant Altdorf, he was tall, muscular, and aggressive, but his aggressiveness was outweighed by the monsters.

When the elf entered the blacksmith's shop through thick smoke, Hugo was busy at the anvil. In panic, he had begun to ignore the normal safety measures of the blacksmith's shop. While he was hammering, he shouted at the villagers and called them Get more firewood and ask the villagers to pull the bellows hard. When the appearance of the immortal people allowed him to regain some sense, he noticed that the burning stove was in danger of exploding at any time. He immediately set about controlling the fire and tried to ask for help.

After the casters put out the fire and smoke at will, Hugo, who was questioned, told what he saw in the dark night, a strange giant toad, a flying toad that could stretch out long Toad with tongue.

Darkus coughed a few times and turned away. He ignored Hugo's plans to build a set of armor with spikes that could damage the beast when it attacked. In his opinion, this is pure nonsense. Some warriors or adventurers may be able to face wild beasts at close range, but this kind of existence does not exist in the village. But when he was about to walk out of the blacksmith shop and turned back, he heard the sound of human arguing.

Emil is a fat, short, middle-aged man with a rough voice, a thick beard, and a plump and ugly nose like a ripe strawberry. He is the brewer of this village, but it is obvious that he is not a qualified brewer. The stinky bottle of gin in the Red Queen Inn is his masterpiece.

The brewer got into a heated argument with the blacksmith. He believed that the monster was not a toad. He swore that he saw horns on the monster's head. He also pointed out that during the attack, the monster did not touch his still. So he had reason to think that gin was a terrible poison for monsters, and he suggested that the blacksmith should coat the armor with gin, which would poison the monsters.

Emil's remarks aroused laughter from the elves. During the dispute, he turned a little red-faced and looked at the laughing immortals cautiously. He looked like he wanted to speak but hesitated. He was alive. Seeing the legendary immortals for the first time in a long time, he didn't know how to deal with them, and the officials who used to be superior were glaring at him fiercely behind the immortals.

"I agree with the brewer's point of view. I think this gin, well... it's better to be stinky gin! It should be mixed with this strange-looking armor, because the length of this spike... is not , for gin is indeed a terrible poison to that monster, and I thought it necessary to have as much gin as possible, to soak the armor completely.

When completely soaked, the gin will react with the armor, bursting out with huge power, commonly known as thinking. This will not only pose a huge threat to monsters, but will even have an impact on the economy of South Wobergland. It will be a great promotion! "

Darkus's unflattering words aroused even greater laughter from the elves, and also attracted strange looks from the human officials, but Emil had a different reaction.

Emil didn't seem to understand what Darkus said, or he only understood the superficial meaning. He raised his head and pointed his chin at Hugo, looking arrogantly at the blacksmith in front of him who was about to say something, but the hammer was more effective than the words. It seemed that the words of the immortal people supported everything he said.

"What about you? What did you see?" Darkus, who was interested, asked the young human who was holding a large bundle of firewood but with a blank expression on his face.

The young man holding the firewood in his hand is called Kai. He is an energetic young man, tall, dark, handsome, and eager to be recognized. However, he is very simple and rarely has any opinions. He previously supported everything Hugo said, but the immortal people's words made him shaken. He looked blankly at the immortals and humans present, hesitating and not knowing what to do. say something.

When the monster attacked the village, Kai was sleeping. He only saw a group of shadows flying up. Maybe he was too naive, or maybe he was not in the monster's aura. He was not affected. He was a big toad to the monster. was skeptical because he didn't think giant toads could fly.

"I think it does look like a toad in many ways, sir... I swear to Sigma, I'm sure it has wings! Toads don't usually have wings, do they?" Kai stammered, At the end, he paused, and then he continued, "Sir..."

Kai wanted to follow the fairy people in front of him. He simply believed that following the fairy people would be more valuable than adding firewood here. Although he had never used weapons before, he was young and eager to make contributions. Only in this way could he become famous. Only then will he...

However, Kai's words were interrupted by the vicious look from the human official. His words stopped and he lowered his head timidly. He didn't know why he lowered his head, but he did.

"What about you?" Darkus asked casually.

"Great immortal people... I... I... my memory is very confusing, we are on fire! I spied a clue in the dark. There was a wound on the side of the monster, but the wound healed quickly. Doomsday Right in front of you! I'm pretty sure that monster is a troll! Yes, yes, a troll! Trolls are afraid of fire. If possible, we can heat the anvil to extremely high temperatures and then throw the anvil on the monster. ." Bruno the baker responded to the immortal people's inquiry.

"Have you seen the outside world when you were young?" Darkus asked. Although humans were a bit incoherent and had signs of illness, he felt that human words were a bit out of line.

This is an unrealistic idea with little logic. The reason why it is not true is that monsters are indeed afraid of fire. Humans should have some knowledge and actually know that trolls are afraid of fire. Monsters can also regenerate, and fire does weaken the ability to regenerate. But how to throw it is a problem, and the monster is not a fool. Doesn’t the monster know how to hide? Pure one-shot deal.

"Yes, great immortal, bang! Snap! Sigma's silver hammer smashed his skull. Bang! Swish! Sigma's silver hammer smashed his brain! Sorry...I'm a little out of control...I'm young When I was young, I spent some time in a mercenary company, making bread for the members of the company..."

Bruno, who introduced himself, had thick blond hair and was very handsome. It would be better if the scar on his face didn't exist. Before the attack, he suffered from involuntary convulsions and occasionally blurted out inspirational phrases and fragments of poetry, which worsened after the attack.

"Great immortal people...can I follow you? I can..." After introducing himself, Bruno said what Kai had not said just now, but he was interrupted mid-sentence.

While Bruno was talking, Darkus was looking at the armor made by the blacksmith. In his case, this armor was very large, made in a hurry, fragile, and difficult to maintain, and only tall humans and elves could. Put it on. The heavy armor was full of spikes. After he touched the spikes, he thought that the blacksmith's idea was right. When facing the spiked armor, the monster's tongue was like a dog chewing a hedgehog. The wearer can resist tongue entanglement.

It's just that there are some problems with the blacksmith's craftsmanship. A large number of spikes are in a shaky state and can fall off at any time, and the armor looks quite old and ugly. It looks very much like the nail armor suit worn by the followers of Chaos. After putting it on, There is an indescribable sense of humor. At this time, Darkus had the idea of ​​​​taking out Druchi's armor with spikes and inverted blades to open the blacksmith's eyes, and told the blacksmith that the inverted blades and spikes should be made this way, but this was only his momentary idea. , people here are already crazy enough, don’t add insult to injury.

"Sorry... I have a baker in my team, and... there is no shortage of bards? I've delayed you. You continue, continue." After refusing, Darkus, who no longer looked at the armor, followed the elves. Laughter walked out of the blacksmith shop.

"I think he has the talent of a bard! Bang! Click! Bang! Swish! Ah! The skull is broken! What an image, how vivid!" After walking out, Renn teased Tolandir beside him. Said, but the only response to him was Tolandil's angry eyes and the louder laughter of the elves.

From a certain point of view, it is strange to talk about Gothom, because the center of the village is not a temple or a high-end residence, but a pharmacy where you can get haircuts. And the pharmacy was unremarkable in appearance, just a large cottage built of solid wood. There is also a red and white sign hanging outside the house, depicting an extracted molar tooth, creaking in the wind.

It seems that this pharmacy can also serve as an operating room. After knocking for a while and seeing no one open the door, the elves have no intention of breaking in. They are just playing a role. They are not really like adventurers. Need stuff inside the house.

Afterwards, the team marched towards the Temple of Sigmar not far away. The stone building that stood out in the village had an impressive brass dome on top. However, with the passage of time, the brass dome had some signs of turning green. On a sunny day, the brass top can be seen from far away. The stained glass windows along the edge depict eight different epic stories of Sigmar. Although the production is rough, the colors are very rich. According to human officials, it will attract pilgrims and believers from around here to pray.

But after the monster attacked, everything changed. A fierce battle broke out outside the temple. Broken corpses were scattered among several huge footprints, and weapons and equipment were scattered everywhere. The female priest of Sigmar in white robes fell dead on the steps of the temple. Her head was missing, and one of her boots was missing. At the moment of death, she was still holding a war hammer tightly in her hand, defending The temple behind her, her faith.

Between the priest's corpse and the oversized footprints, there were pools of foul-smelling dark purple liquid, thick and pungent. Some purple liquid covered the discarded weapons and splashed on the outer wall of the temple. Only the upper body of the corpse was left hanging on the roof of the temple. The corpse's face was frozen with fear.

"It is poisonous and can be made into poison. Blood is slightly polluting and will be slightly corroded by long-term contact." Colonia squatted on the ground to investigate. When she took out the test tube from the lizard man's backpack, Like the bottle, said softly.

Although Colonia spoke softly, her words seemed to have some kind of magic power. The onlookers except the spell caster all dispersed as if a switch was pressed when they heard her words.

"Okay, there will be more later. If necessary, we can borrow some barrels from humans to fill them up." Darkus knew Colonia. He knew that Colonia was going to be sick and saw something new. If you can't walk on the road, you have to study it. After he finished speaking, he heard what seemed like children's laughter coming from the temple.

The interior of the temple is completely different from the tragedy of the exterior, forming a sharp contrast. A walkway extending to the nave is decorated with a mosaic depicting Sigma holding a warhammer. At the end of the temple, there is a high platform on which stands a gray Oak chanting platform. There was also a huge throne at the back, and Darkus knew that it was prepared for the time when Sigmar returned like lightning. It was prophesied that Sigmar would return to prevent the coming of the end, leaving an empty seat.

So has Sigma returned? …

The laughter was real. The three human children were noisily waving their arms and playing some kind of game, circling around the chanting platform. Although their actions were aimless, they were obviously enjoying themselves. Laughing with excitement. At the same time, an old woman wearing a feather hat stood behind the chanting platform, writing and drawing something. (End of chapter)