Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

A dragon, an extraordinary dragon.

When he looked at it from a distance, Max thought it was a very huge bird, but it was very weird. However, when the dragon got closer and closer, he felt that the dragon was too big compared to its surroundings. , so that it cannot be a bird.

Now, as the dragon approaches, Max can clearly see the dragon's slender body. The structure of its wings is more like a bat. The dragon's skin shines with a strange light, and its eyes reveal a mysterious intelligence that seems to be profound. The starry sky.

Max's heart couldn't help but beat faster. He couldn't help but sigh at the huge body of this giant dragon. This was the first time he saw a giant dragon so close. Usually, those giant dragons only flew in the sky. The magnificent sight in front of him made him feel a sense of awe. He couldn't help but think about the purpose of these giant dragons and why they frequently appeared in the sky of South Warbergland.

As an officer active in the northern part of South Wobergland, Max grew up listening to the legend of the dragon. During his short life, he occasionally witnessed the dragon flying from the sky of South Wobergland. Pass. He was not familiar with giant dragons. If calculated carefully, this was the sixth time he had seen giant dragons, three of which were within this year. Those giant dragons seemed to have some kind of purpose, coming from South Warbergland. Flying up to North Warbergland.

Max was both excited and frightened to be able to catch a glimpse of a legendary creature, one of the most ancient of beasts, but he also sincerely hoped that this would be the last time he saw such a creature.

What Darkus saw up close was completely different from what Max saw in the distance. The color of the dragon's body was very strange. The tough skin covered with scales was dark red, with dazzling spots shining in it, like a rainbow. Generally, the head is covered with a huge and thick bone shell, and two rows of sharp spikes protrude from between the long back.

The dragon's mouth is surrounded by a ring of long tendrils, and stem-like tentacles protrude from the eyebrows above its eyes. Scattered flames were spitting out between the fangs, and a cloud of poisonous smoke spurted out from its mouth and nose, wiping out the flames. But it didn't emit a terrifying roar like thunder that could echo across the mountains. It seemed to be distracted by the battle below.

Although the giant dragon hanging in the air is very visually impactful, Darkus does not think that the giant dragon in front of him is bigger than Malok. If Malok and Bagir are used as a measurement standard, the dragon should be half the size of Malok. , as big as four bagirs.

From such a close distance, Darkus could see the yellow eyes on the dragon's face without a telescope. The eyes were shining with a fiery red light, revealing a very malicious wisdom. He knew that this was a relatively normal red dragon. Judging from its flight path and sudden appearance, it should have come from the south to attend the party at Dragon Castle in the north.

The big guy's attention was also attracted. It turned its head and looked over, and then its eyes suddenly widened. It had never been in such close contact with such a big creature, which made it feel small, very small and despicable. It had seen black dragons in Naggaroth, but those black dragons could not compare with the dragon in front of it, just like its size compared with those of its companions.

"spread!"

However, before the big guy could think any more, he heard the sound of the little bean sprouts on his body. Then, it bared its teeth and issued an angry command.

After Darkus gave the order, he blew the Spicazuma horn decisively. After his previous contact with the giant dragon, he had a stereotype. The red dragon was still surly and uncertain. His companions were too densely positioned, and he didn't know what would happen next second. He couldn't place his hopes on the red dragon, and he didn't want his companions to be covered by the dragon's sudden breath.

Scarandir was a little annoyed when he heard the strange horn sound, but it was not as uncontrollably irritable as it would be hundreds of years later. It was still watching the battle below calmly. It had not seen a fight like this for a long time. Under the watchful eyes of a group of weak creatures, a weak creature challenged an ugly monster alone.

Not long ago, a strange dream troubled Scarandir, which made it aware of a crisis after living for two thousand years. In the dream, it woke up from a long sleep, and it woke up completely changed. The dimension stone was implanted into its body, and the spell bewitched its mind, making it irresistible.

The mysterious ritual filled Scarandir with fear and anger, and the name of a dark god echoed in its mind, making it restless. The wizard in the dream is not interested in the treasures it has hoarded. It is clearly aware that it is trapped in some kind of spell cast by the wizard, so that its mind is blinded and out of control, but it can do nothing about it and no one can There is no way to save it.

Scarandir broke free from the dream, its heart full of doubts and uneasiness. This weird dream bothers it. It knows that the dream is related to itself in the future, and what it will do if it doesn't want to become like that in the dream.

Soon after, Splinterwen suddenly appeared in front of Scarandil's cave, and it was surprised by Splinterwen's sudden visit. Usually red dragons are independent individuals, and except for a few mates, they basically live alone. It didn't know what Splinterwen's arrival meant, but it still exchanged its dreams with Splinterwen, and Splinterwen also shared its dreams with it.

The two dragons exchanged each other's dreams and shared each other's doubts and worries. Splinterwen told Scarandir that it had experienced similar dreams and received some revelations. It suggested that Scarandir go to Dragon Castle to seek more answers and guidance. Finally, it also told Scarandir in a mysterious tone that the fate of the red dragon group had changed.

"Revelation?"

Scarandir's sudden appearance did not stop the fighting below, but its appearance made the Mad Whispering Beast even more manic.

Maranur endured the disgusting stench, and used the characteristics of the armor to avoid the bite of the mad whispering beast. The jaws of the mad whispering beast were powerful enough to bite off the tree trunk not far away. After dodging, he knelt down on one knee, and the Frost Sword drew an arc of death in the air. As the Frost Sword fell, the fangs with yellow corrosive liquid on the lower jaw of the Mad Whispering Beast snapped. He felt like he was struck against a solid stone. The blow made his arm tremble painfully, and corrosive liquid spurted out from the mouth of the mad whispering beast.

Maranur, who was struck by the blow, did not observe the result of his victory. He was desperately avoiding the corrosive liquid that was like a fountain, but he still took a step slower, and the liquid that splashed onto the armor made a hissing sound. sound. His heart tightened, and he immediately realized that his situation had become more dangerous. He hurriedly moved his body, trying to avoid the invasion of this corrosive liquid. However, no matter how hard he tried, the liquid seemed to keep gushing over him like a fountain.

The Mad Whispering Beast roared in pain, its heavy head spurting blood swinging irregularly, and the ensuing effect was like a breath of 361 degrees, making Maranur beside it unable to escape. .

A feeling of despair surged in Maranur's heart. He knew that he had to get out of this predicament as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. He tried his best to dodge, trying to find an opportunity to take advantage of. At the same time, he kept activating the characteristics of the armor. At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten that the flying effect of the armor has a cooling time and cannot be used in a short time. Continuously activated.

Then, something even more terrifying happened. The Crazy Whispering Beast's choice of place drove its terrifying tail, which roared towards the enemy with a sound that broke through the air.

Maranur, who had no time to dodge, tried his best to slash at the tail of the mad whispering beast. Try as he might, he couldn't completely cut off the tail, the thick muscles and spine preventing him from completely cutting it off. The Whispering Beast hissed in pain and quickly pulled back its tail. He looked with satisfaction at the loose poison needle, which was barely hanging on the end of the tail by only ligaments and skin.

The painful Whispering Beast lunged at Maranur again. This time he was cornered. The Whispering Beast's attack was so fast that he had almost no room to move. It was so fast that he could only throw himself desperately to one side. Although he narrowly avoided a fatal bite, his long cloak was tightly grasped by the mouth of the Mad Whispering Beast, and as the Mad Whispering Beast shook its head crazily, he was thrown away.

"Emmm..." Darkus scratched his head inexplicably while watching the battle, but he didn't scratch his hair or scalp, he only scratched the hard helmet. He has never understood why many beings still wear obstructive cloaks during battles. Without the obstructive cloak, his cousin has already resolved this fatal danger, and now the situation has become worse.

Maranur's head hit the rock, and even though he was protected by a helmet, his nose still made a heartbreaking sound. Then he lay on the ground, dizzy and lying motionless on his back. The frost sword slipped from his numb fingers, and blood smeared on his face. He blinked and struggled to focus his eyes.

One of the forelimbs of the Mad Whispering Beast pressed against Maranur's armor with an almost oppressive force. The armor became creaking, and the torso inside his armor was under tremendous pressure. The mad whispering beast lowered its head and looked at him, roaring, with thick saliva and purple venom flowing from its mouth. The stench filled with rotten flesh and internal organs filled the air, making it unbearable for him. He turned his head and saw the Frost Sword nearby, and desperately reached for it. His fingers found the hilt, but just couldn't reach it, and finally he succeeded in moving the sword further away from him.

Maranur, who was stared at greedily by the Mad Whispering Beast, could feel that the Mad Whispering Beast's eyes were shining with angry flames. The color of the eyes was like the embers that had not been blown away, shining with a deep and intense light. He could even see it in the darkness. I saw my own reflection in the slit.

"End it." Maranur roared. He knew that he had failed. The only thing that could save him now was magic, but that would be worse than letting him die in the mouth of the monster.

"Wait a moment, you have to believe him." Colonia said while grabbing Alatar's staff, interrupting Alatar's spellcasting.

A sudden gust of wind mixed with snowflakes blew over, and the Whispering Beast was briefly distracted by the sound of Scarandir flapping its wings. It may be because of the thick smell of sulfur on Scarandir's body that it gave birth to a beast. instinct.

The moment the Mad Whispering Beast turned its head, Maranur's hand slipped to his waist, and he pulled out the black jade dagger he had obtained not long ago from the dagger sheath. The Mad Whispering Beast felt his movements and pressed harder on it. His armor creaked under the pressure. But the movements in his hands did not stop. He knew this was his last chance. He roared and inserted the black jade dagger into the claw that nailed him. The toy-like black jade dagger inserted into the mad whispering beast like a butter knife. ’s body, the tendons were severed and embedded between the bones.

The Mad Whispering Beast roared in pain, the wound opened by the black jade dagger was smoking, and the dagger blade as black as ink glowed with light, as if it was burning, and it retreated suddenly in pain.

The pressure on Maranur's chest suddenly eased, and he took this opportunity to reach for the sword again. With the experience last time, this time his fingers tightly grasped the hilt.

Darkus, who was closely observing the battle, let out a breath. He knew that the black jade dagger struck at the critical moment. The black jade dagger is one of the few extraordinary items among the vampire trophies. Its effect is just like the terrifying soul dagger before. However, compared with the soul dagger, the black jade dagger is like a beggar’s version of a beggar’s, useless. Incomparable.

The mad whispering beast kept roaring, and the elves present were undergoing rounds of tests. The black jade dagger showed its characteristics, but just like that, blisters appeared on the flesh and blood around the dagger. It shook its front legs wildly, trying to squeeze out the pitch-black dagger from between its metatarsals. It seemed that it had forgotten Maranur's existence at this moment.

Maranur stood up and held the extremely heavy Frost Sword in front of him. He shook off the wet black hair extending from the gap in his helmet and prepared to attack. However, it was as if he didn't exist, and the Whispering Beast continued to ignore him, trying to grab the dagger between its teeth, pull it out, and throw it away. Perhaps in the eyes of the Mad Whispering Beast, the threat posed by the black jade dagger is far greater than him.

Maranur, who started charging, raised the heavy sword over his shoulder, and after reciting a prayer to Edreze, he used all his strength to slash at the almost neckless neck of the mad whispering beast. The scales of the Whispering Beast made a sickening sound for an instant, and the blade cut deeply into the skin of the Crazy Whispering Beast. The monster screamed because of the hot blood gushing out of the wound, spraying him and the ground with purple.

The Whispering Beast stood up on its hind legs and swung its head back and forth. It staggered and tried to hit Maranur with its head. Maranur was hit by the blow and barely dodged to avoid being attacked by its body. At the same time, And avoid its deadly tail.

After taking a step back, Maranur activated his armor and charged forward again. After barely getting close to the violent form of the Whispering Beast, he swung his sword fiercely and cut open the purple belly on the side of the Whispering Beast. Falling, the wound released a stream of grotesque viscera. He could see half-digested human corpses in the monster's translucent digestive tract. He suppressed nausea and stabbed the mad whispering beast's organs over and over again.

The Mad Whispering Beast struggled desperately, clawing up the ground with its hind paws, and biting towards Maranur with a bounce, but Maranul dodged the attack and struck with his sword. In its rage, it used all the attacks it could, including grabbing and biting. However, these attacks were dodged by Maranur. In the process of dodging, the back half of its tongue was also cut off. It made an almost pitiful cry, and blood was still pouring out of its neck.

Now the entire battle field is full of blood, like a slaughterhouse.

"For Edreze, die!" Maranur shouted, slashing at a claw that was reaching for him, and the sword penetrated into the flesh and bones of the mad whispering beast.

The remaining sanity frightened the Crazy Whispering Beast. At this time, it no longer launched an attack, but desperately retreated. Its thick intestines were dragged on the ground. As it ran, various fragmentary organs continued to Drag on the ground. It looked like a wounded bear, with a deep growl coming from its chest as it staggered back towards the entrance of the cool cave, but Maranur had no intention of letting it escape.

Maranur pursued relentlessly, slashing with his sword. With every swing, he vented all his emotions on the blade, turning his anger and pain into ruthless attacks. His heart burned with anger at the suffering caused by the Mad Whispering Beast, as well as resentment at the harm he had suffered. He no longer felt fear, only rage and determination that drove him to continue fighting until the monster was destroyed and the rage within him was unleashed.

With each blow, Maranur's breathing became heavier and heavier, sweat mixed with blood dripping from his forehead, but he didn't stop. He kept chasing the mad-whispering beast, not giving the mad-whispering beast any chance to breathe.

The Mad Whispering Beast knew that it seemed like it couldn't run away. Before the last drop of blood flowed out, it bounced around and launched a final attack on Maranur.

Facing the gaping mouth of the Crazy Whispering Beast, Maranur knew that he no longer had enough speed or strength to dodge, but he did not flinch. On the contrary, he took a step forward and walked directly towards the gaping mouth of the Crazy Whispering Beast. mouth, and thrust upward. When the Whispering Beast's mouth closed, the blade pierced the roof of the Whispering Beast's mouth. He screamed as the Whisperer's teeth penetrated his gauntlet, but he grabbed the hilt of the sword tightly and pushed it into the monster's brain with all his strength.

With the last roar, blood bubbles surged into the throat of the Mad Whispering Beast, and its heavy head pressed against Maranur.

Breedmother of Wobergland, the legendary Whispering Beast was slain by Maranur.

Unable to break free, Maranur was crushed. At that moment, he couldn't help but think of the time when he first served in the Ebon Claw. The cold lizard under him tripped while running. He was riding on the back of the cold lizard and was pressed under him. However, the mad whispering beast pressing on him was heavier than the cold lizard. Just when he thought this was his final fate, he did not die. The armor finally helped him withstand this blow.

"Lord of Blades, I dedicate this killing to your glory, and pray that you will grant me grace and give me strength." The suppressed Maranur prayed in a bubble voice, although the armor helped him withstand it This was a fatal blow, but his internal organs were still damaged. He gasped and tried to break free. However, he tried for a long time without success. Lying on the ground, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw people running towards him quickly. He stopped struggling. Then he closed his eyes and rested his forehead on the cross on the hilt of the sword.

As the Mad Whispering Beast fell, the elves present burst into loud cheers. Then, the elves present hurriedly ran to Maranur, preparing to pull Maranur out from under the monster's body.

Darkus, who was one step faster than other elves, rode the big guy to Maranur's side. He jumped off the big guy's back and squatted on the ground looking at Maranur's weird behavior. Action couldn't help but shook his head.

"What kind of look is this? It's quite unique, but your posture doesn't seem to be very good. I suggest you learn from the Witch King in this regard." Then, Darkus teased.

Maranur smiled with his eyes closed. He thought his brother was right. Then he threw the Frost Sword on the ground and shook his head.

"How is my face?" After a moment, Maranur asked weakly with his eyes closed.

"The nose is crooked, and there is a scar deep enough to show the bone where the left eye connects with the nose. There is also the blood of the Mad Whispering Beast on your face, and the blood is corroding your face." Darkus said after looking at it for a while.

"I won't……"

"Probably not? But...this scar..." Darkus knew what Maranur cared about. He pushed away the big guy who put his head over and said decisively.

"This is my glory, I will keep it, my brother, I am so tired..."

"Hold on, don't fall asleep. A giant dragon came just now. I'm going to communicate with it now. You know what I'm talking about." After finishing speaking, Darkus stood up and turned over to ride on the big dragon's back. , and then nodded to the elf thrown over, then rode the big guy and ran towards the direction of the giant dragon.

"My name is Scarandir, you weak creature, you..." The giant dragon that had landed in the air glanced disdainfully at the grinning giant, then raised its slender neck to face the man riding on its back. The weak creature above said with his head held high.

"You came from the dwarf's Karak Kaderin Fortress?" Darkus ignored the dragon's pretense. In his opinion, the dragons were so pissy, and he was used to it. He interrupted Scar. Randhir asked directly.

"How do you know?" After hearing Darkus's words, Scarandir's brass pupils suddenly widened, and then he asked a question that he immediately regretted.

"Introducing myself, my name is Darkus, Darkus Hellscourge. As you can see, I am an elf. Can I ask a question? What are Splinterwen and you? relation?"

"According to humans, Splinterwen is my uncle. Now it's my turn to ask, how do you know Splinterwen?" Scarandir did not answer Darkus' question immediately. His head was close to Darkus's, staring into Darkus's eyes. While the tentacles were dancing around Darkus, they were teasing the big guy. After a while, it retracted its head and spoke with its head held high.

After Scarandir asked this question, he immediately regretted it. When he saw the change in Darkus' eyes, he realized that he had asked another stupid question.

"Didn't it tell you? I made a promise to it, and in return...so...what happened now?" Darkus spread his hands and asked speechlessly. (End of chapter)