Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

"A dragon is an army unto itself."

This sentence comes from the Kingdom of Caledor, and at this moment, Darkus agrees with this sentence very much.

The fire dragons of Ulthuan have a separate rating system. The youngest dragons are usually called sun dragons, the slightly older ones are called silver moon dragons, and those that are the oldest and most powerful are called shining stars. dragon.

Ratings are available everywhere, and the red dragons living in Elsin Alvin also have corresponding ratings. The newly born baby dragons are called hatchlings, and then they are dragons and giant dragons. Of course, the giant dragon is not a cap, just a regular one, the strongest. The big ones are called imperial dragons.

The Imperial Dragon is the smartest, oldest, largest, and most powerful among its kind, so the Imperial Dragon is very, very rare, because it takes thousands of years to become an Imperial Dragon. Many red dragons are either not old enough, or they are Died for various reasons, the few Imperial Dragons that became and survived spent most of their time hiding and sleeping.

There are many rumors about imperial dragons in the old world, saying that they guard huge treasures, which are the wealth accumulated over thousands of years. All Imperial Dragons love gold and wealth, and it is said that they possess as much wealth as the hoards of the greatest dwarf kings. Therefore, the emperor dragon rarely likes to venture far from the nest to prevent it from being stolen, but when needed, the emperor dragon will spread its ancient wings and fly down from the nest to eat and plunder.

Darkus has studied red dragons and said he has some understanding of them. There are five imperial dragon-level red dragons that can be determined according to the rating standards, namely "Destroyer" Malok, "Blood" Sklarzak, "The Majestic" Skrex, the "Terrible" Marathex, and the "Terrorist" Omdra.

"Destroyer" Malok has nothing to say...

"Scarlet" Sklarzak and Scarandir are neighbors, both living near Karak Kaderin, but what makes him different from Scarandir is that he has a deep connection with the dwarves.

In the year -720 of the Imperial Calendar, the sleeping Sklarzak was awakened by the continuous mining and manufacturing work of the dwarves. After waking up, he took revenge on the dwarves who were stupid enough to disturb him. Official dwarven records show that he destroyed several mines near Karak Kaderin on that occasion.

However, this was only the beginning. In the year -650 of the Imperial Calendar, Sklarzak attacked the dwarf team. At that time, this dwarf team included King Baragol and his entourage. He was preparing to cross the edge of the World's Edge Mountains to Karazha-a-Karak to marry his daughter to the son of the then High King. As a result, the bride died in in this attack.

This incident was an extremely important turning point for the dwarves. The death of his daughter led the grieving Balago to find Sklarzak and try to take revenge. However, he failed to kill the dragon, only cut off a scale and Serious wounds were caused, forcing the dragon to flee. Returning to Karak Kaderin, he made the decision to transform this dwarf fortress that belonged to him into the Butcher's Fortress.

In the year 1420 of the Imperial Calendar, Sklarzak reappeared and attacked the land around the Butcher's Fortress. He brought the characteristics of the red dragon to its extreme. When the caravans and patrols around the Butcher's Fortress continued to disappear, the Butcher restored the scene through the traces left by the battle. The Butcher believed that a dragon was lurking in the mountain passage.

At this time, the dwarf's Book of Hatred came into play. The dwarf who read the Book of Hatred discovered that the former Sklarzak had returned.

It was also from that time that Sklarzak was no longer satisfied with playing small games, he was tired of devouring small groups. He accidentally discovered a wellhead located in a high mountain. The wellhead was too high for any army to attack. To put it bluntly, it was impossible to climb up, so the dwarves did not place too many guards. After taking out the guards, he discovered that the mine led to Butcher's Keep.

Sklarzak's cunning was once again at its best. After widening the mouth of the well, he entered the mine and lurked in the dark cave leading to the Butcher's Fortress. Then... the dwarves suffered a lot. The dwarves who came one after another couldn't spread out in the small terrain.

A large number of dwarves did not die in the dragon's breath. Their sophisticated armor could protect them from the dragon's breath, but they needed to breathe, and they did not use technology such as oxygen tanks.

Sklarzak not only drained the air, but also ignited the dwarves' rage.

The memory reminds the dwarves of the dragon's past depredations and the suffering it caused their late king, Balagore. Their anger reached a level not seen since the Battle of Nagasu.

A huge dwarf army was formed, following a descendant of Balagore and setting off from the Butcher's Keep. The Butcher and the Rangers tracked Sklarzak's lair, and as the army approached, an accident happened.

An army appeared in front of the dwarf army, an army that had watched Sklarzak's cruelty for thousands of years. When Sklarzak faced an attack from the dwarves, they did not sit idly by and let their favorite fear-monger disappear.

It is said that fifty years after this battle, a dwarf butcher killed Sklarzak, just as the dwarves killed Graug in 1032 I.C.

Graug is a red dragon, he and Fisk are brothers, and they are the descendants of Sklarzak. He died at Karak Dragonkeep, slain by a dwarf. (Told in Chapter 313) In the year 685 of the Imperial Calendar, Fiskar, who lived in Karak Mountain Lake Castle, was killed by Dorin Hedor, one of the greatest warriors of the dwarves.

Dorin, who returned to Karazha-a-Karak, not only brought back the long-lost dwarf artifact Daelin's Ax, but also Fiskar's skin. He dedicated these two treasures to the High King, and the runesmiths later crafted the dragon hide into a cloak engraved with powerful runes. That is the famous "Fiskar's Dragon Cloak", which is now the heirloom of Karak Kaderin and a symbol of keeping one's oath.

There are very few records of Skrex the Magnificent. Unlike other red dragons, his lair is located high in the Norscan Icebergs. But this does not mean safety. Someone has found him before, and this person is Motkin.

After a battle, Mortkin bound Skrex to his will through trickery and lies, an act that even gained Tzeentch's favor. If he could, he could even replace Archaon as the Thirteenth Eternal Chosen, but he didn't, because he is Mortkin!

In the year 2515 of the Imperial Calendar, Motekin, who went south, fought a decisive battle with the human coalition forces in Vorganov. Many stories were told of the showdown, but no teller, be it an Imperial bard or a Norscan shaman, could tell the story without giving Skrex the respect he deserved.

On the day of the decisive battle, the carnage wrought by Skurex was so great that all survivors stood in awe. Hundreds of soldiers, war machines, and horses fell to his assault. Some were swallowed whole, some were crushed by his body, and entire companies were burned by huge flames. Indestructible steam tanks were melted, ships turned into bonfires, and cannonballs flying through the air only made him angry.

When Mortkin committed suicide, everything came to an abrupt end. Skurex's contract with Mortkin ended. Flying in the air, he stared at the Rick-led army that had just entered the battlefield. Then he flew to the north, flying Returned to his lair.

There are even fewer records about the "Majestic" Marathex. In 2508 of the Imperial Calendar, he burned dozens of villages in the Wobergland Hills and devoured livestock. Unable to bear it, Rick led the army to hunt him for several months, and the Knights of the Ebony Sword were completely wiped out in this operation.

Eventually, Marcus Wolfart and his band of Wolfart's hunters found Maratx, and an ambush began as the dragon rested in the Reik River. As Maratx flew over the Reik River, he raised his hand and shot three arrows in a row. His superb archery skills were blessed and guided by the magic of the amber bow. The three arrows hit Maratx accurately. kes heart.

Then nothing happened. The severely injured Maratx fell into the Reik River and died...

The last one is evil. Strictly speaking, Omdra, the "Fearer", has broken away from the category of red dragon and is no longer among the five elements.

Very early on, before the Old Ones appeared, a dying dragon would fly to the Plain of Bones in what is now the Dark Land. Over time, it turned into a huge cemetery, filled with huge dragon bones. .

So... there is a lot of black oil in the dark place! There are few or none elsewhere. This planet does not have an evolutionary process that lasts hundreds of millions of years, and does not have this epoch or that epoch. In the terms of the stars, this planet was originally an ordinary frozen planet. There were only a few biological activities on the planet, and they were all active in the relatively warm zone at the equator. Later, the ancient saints with planet transformation technology appeared. ...The Ancient Sages pulled the planet into an orbit closer to the sun Sol before transforming it.

However, everything changed with the beginning of the Great Invasion. The Plains of Bones were filled with a large number of winds of Deha and Shash. The darkness polluted the dragon bones, and some dragon bones were reactivated into undead monsters. From then on, the dragons never left again. There it is.

With the rise of vampires and various powerful necromancers, the Plains of Bones gradually became a land of pilgrimage for them, where they would select one of the many dragon bones as their eternal battle mount.

Omdra is a nightmare dragon, an acquired nightmare dragon. He is not a living being, but an entity composed of pure magical winds. He is shaped by the wind of Shasu and takes on the form of life. He is also the most powerful nightmare dragon in history. Perhaps only he knows when he appeared. His antiquity is immeasurable, and his size even dwarfs other giant dragons. He was trapped in the Dark Land. The residents regard it as a god.

In the year 2509 of the Imperial Calendar, Tamu Khan was preparing for the Western Expedition, after reaching negotiations with the Zar dwarves in the Dark Land. He and the warriors under his command participated in a very important battle for the Zal dwarves. The coalition army marched to the north of the Northern Dark Land to eliminate Omdra entrenched there.

Omdra woke up at that time, and after his resurrection, he quickly ruled the northern region of the Plains of Bones, and the entire region shivered in the shadow cast by his huge black wings. Ancient and evil, he is not only proficient in physical combat, but also good at using magic. Not only that, swarms of worms roar out of the desert and form an army with a large number of hungry ghouls, responding to his battles. For these creatures, , He is God. These creatures who fight alongside the gods are very fanatical when fighting to prove their devotion to the gods.

Then the two sides started a tug of war, and the troops of the Zar dwarves and Tamu Khan lost thousands of people. In the end, after paying a high price, Omdra was severely scarred by intensive spells, but he did not die. He withdrew from the battle and returned to the plain where his relatives were buried to lick his wounds.

Although Omdra is not dead, the threat he poses to the Zal dwarves is gone. The last lock on Tamukhan's western expedition was also opened, and the Zar dwarves provided his tribe with a large number of equipment and soldiers. A considerable number of giants were captured, transformed with magic, wrapped in a thick layer of armor, and equipped with sharp hook blades and shovels to attack cities and seize territory. And his previously broken ax was upgraded and transformed by the Zar dwarves, custom-made into a sharp-edged ax with black magic.

While Darkus quickly ran through the information in his head, he stretched out his arms and walked forward, as if the dragons staring at him were friends he had not seen for a long time. After going through it again, his brain started working quickly again. There were currently five known emperor dragons, maybe four. He really didn't know whether the "Scarlet" Skalazak was dead or not.

When it comes to the dragon's intelligence and information, Darkus can be said to have a blind eye. Bajir and Splinterwin didn't tell him the specific situation before, and he thought they didn't know either. Maybe not only he didn't know, but the dragons present didn't know that there were so many relatives?

This is like when there is no information, you know that your distant relatives live in another city far away from you, and then no more, how many people are there? How much property? We don’t know who is dead or not, who is in charge of the family, or even the specific address. We have to visit and inquire on the spot to find out. Then, one day, you received a notice that a family gathering was held. Your distant relatives gathered from all over the world. Their number was astonishing, but no one knew anyone.

Now, there are three imperial dragons appearing in front of Darkos, and the "Destroyer" Malok is there. He only used that tooth once, and after putting it in the box, he never opened it again because he found that he could not communicate with Marlock after it was connected. He didn't call Marlock over either. Although the idea was attractive, he didn't think it was a good idea. It's not very polite, it's a little offensive, it doesn't matter if it comes right away and goes away as soon as you call it. It was a giant dragon, not a dog, and he was not a dragon lover or crazy about dragons.

Darkus, who had met Maloch, was slightly familiar with his body shape and temperament. At this time, Maloch no longer confronted the other two imperial dragons after seeing him appear, but looked at him with complicated eyes. . He could detect many emotions in Marlock's eyes, including anger, shame, fear, suspicion, caution, and desire. He felt a little stable. He could probably guess some of Marlock's thoughts. After all, Marlock's life gate was He was holding it in his hand.

As for the other two imperial dragons, there was a question mark. Darkus used the classic elimination method. First of all, Omdra, the "Fearer", would never appear here. He had never seen a dragon with a body length of more than 100 years. Rice dragon. And everything follows a rule. Those chaos demons need a lot of magical wind to project into the medieval world, otherwise their bodies will be floating. Omdra, who may have a body length of two hundred meters, also needs magic as a powerful magical creature. The wind maintains.

While the Plains of Bones made Omdra successful, it also trapped him. His range of activities was limited to the surroundings of the Plains of Bones. Flying through the Dark Land, the World's Edge Mountains, and reaching the westernmost edge of the empire is obviously unrealistic, unless, like the airport defender interceptor in transit, an air tanker is required to assist or the airport lands to provide fuel. However, this requires a huge Engineering and corresponding coordination require finding corresponding abundant points of magical wind, or creating sufficient points to provide energy if there is none.

But obviously this is unrealistic, and leaving aside the technical difficulty, why does Omdra come and what is the reason.

Then there are only three left: "Scarlet" Sklarzak, "Majestic" Skrex, and "Terrible" Malatex, unless there is an Imperial Dragon that Darkus doesn't know about, such as What was the name of the unnamed imperial dragon that would live in the Altdorf Zoo five hundred years later?

Darkus believes that Malatex should be there. Malatex was still active after 2500 in the Imperial Calendar, and was active in the Reikland. He finally died in the Reikland. He thought that Malatex's mind seemed a little unclear... It might be because he was sleeping stupidly. First of all, the dragon had the ability to fly long distances. It didn't need to fly for a while and stop to rest, and it was in a state of being chased. Maratex did not choose to turn to the Gray Mountains, it can only be because of another reason, pulling...

It was just that he pulled it off in the end, and maybe Malatex didn't expect that he would be shot by a bow and arrow. He was a typical careless person who lost his ancestors.

Darkus was walking and stood there. He looked at the Imperial Dragon in the middle. He was numb now. Except for the magic dragons, he felt that these dragons were all the same. They were all the same. The Emperor Dragon standing in the middle obviously had an attitude of not taking things too seriously, looking at him with eyes full of suspicion, contempt and confusion.

Afterwards, Darkus walked forward again. The Imperial Dragon standing opposite Maloch might be the "bloody" Sklarzak who was still alive and had a big enmity with the dwarves, or he might have flown over from Norska. The "Majestic" Sculex, there is a possibility of both, or it is the Imperial Dragon that he doesn't know.

But these are no longer important, Darkus can no longer move forward, and he reaches the position of Maloch's forelimbs.

Just like the last time they met, Marlock lowered his head and looked at the outline in front of him with shocked eyes. This outline was so small, this outline was so powerful, and contained infinite power. His brass eyes stared straight at Darkus as he came to him, and this time it was no longer an illusory and distorted projection, but real, so real that he seemed to raise his paws to slap him. If he went down, it would be like once and for all, but he didn't dare. Doubts surrounded his mind.

Darkus didn't swing it empty this time like last time. This time he held it, holding Malok's black claw. The moment he took hold, he looked up at Malok.

Maloch's eyes, which looked at Darkus, were once again filled with shock and fear. He knew that what he saw last time was not a fantasy. Darkus' body was small and powerful, but it was like a star in the universe. Then he was Darkus glared fiercely.

"I think... you definitely don't want to hear the name Elendak. Can I call you Maloch?" Darkus, who glared at him, asked Maloch politely.

Malok has his own name. Malok is the name of the dwarves, which means resentment. On the elves, Malok is called Elendak, which when expanded is the Dragon of Elendriel. To put it more unpleasantly, it is Elend. Riel's dog. When Malok caused huge casualties to the dwarves, Asur, who was in Elzin Alvin at the time, also began to call him Malok. Soon the former replaced the latter, and the latter's name was changed over time. gradually forgotten.

Malok was a little confused. He was a little angry when he heard the name Elendak, which he had not seen for a long time. But then he calmed down. He knew that the small but powerful existence in front of him was showing his kindness. He knew that Malok Locke's meaning. Then he nodded involuntarily under the gaze of the dragons. After nodding, he was confused again. He didn't even know why he nodded.

"This is a great start."

After Darkus finished speaking, he turned and backed away. He knew that it was unrealistic to win over all the dragons present and was tantamount to wishful thinking, but some existences must be fought for. Marlock is within this fighting range. If he can't win over Marlock, he might as well grind a piece of tofu out and hit him to death.

Malekith, wearing a brass ring, rode Maloch to fight together. The scene was so beautiful... Darkus couldn't even imagine what kind of fighting power it was. An eighty-meter-long dragon appeared in front of him one second. It was still far away, but it appeared in front of you in the next second, and then it attacked with the overwhelming momentum of a mountain... even the great demon in its prime state might not be able to handle it. Shadow magic has a strong auxiliary effect. The stronger the main body, the higher the superimposed BUFF effect.

While Maloch was stunned, Darkus turned his head and stepped back. He glanced in the direction of the door. The elves who followed him had already completed their formation after experiencing the initial shock and test.

The two Takaia brothers and Kewell stood at the front of the team holding flags. The flags kept fluttering and whirring in the cold morning wind, as if symbolizing the dignity and courage of the elves and the hell with its glorious history. Disaster family. All the spellcasters who have gathered are standing in various positions that can be directly opened, while the elves in the array seem to be standing there calmly, but in fact they are ready to fight.

Darkus nodded with satisfaction. Although the negotiation had not started yet, he had already gained something. He could feel that the elves seemed calm, but their eyes were shining with determination and determination, as if they had been mentally prepared last night. The elves exude a kind of self-confidence, a kind of self-confidence that even if they know they are facing difficult challenges, they are convinced that their strength and courage can overcome everything. Even if the negotiation breaks down, the elves will pick up their knives and move forward, so that their military morale can be used.

The dragon's roar gradually stopped, and the cold wind blew across the top of the mountain, bringing with it a bit of chill. Darkus moved his nostrils and sniffed. He could feel a tense and expectant atmosphere in the air. His calm and composed actions made the red dragons a little overwhelmed, and for a while they were trapped. There was silence.

As the observation deepened, uneasiness and hesitation flowed into the eyes of some keen red dragons. They discovered something, but they could not catch it yet.

Darkus continued to walk forward until he stopped at a relatively suitable location, and then he slowly turned around and looked at the calmed red dragons.

"Introduce yourself." (End of chapter)