Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Unlike the next room full of clocks, the room Celire went to was locked, physically locked, but this was not a problem at all for Belloda.

Two armchairs, a heavy wooden chair beside the desk, a row of bookshelves, decorations and furniture on the east wall next to the door, and five masks hanging along the north wall complete the room. The books and documents on the desk were rendered useless by the dampness. The drawers of the desk were open, but there was only dust inside.

The books on the bookshelf were either falling apart due to their age, or they were not very readable. The most noisy thing was that Selilei who was checking the bookshelf was tested. Fortunately, his agility was high enough to avoid the collapse of the structure, which was no longer strong. There was no secret door behind the bookshelf, just a thick patch of red mold.

"Interesting." Belloda turned around and glanced at the collapsed bookshelf, then continued to turn his head to look at the mask hanging on the wall. With the ability to sense magic, she can feel that each mask is made of different materials and produces different magical effects when worn.

There are masks used by warriors, masks used by gangsters or brokers. These masks are delicious poisons. The magical effects will give the wearer blessing properties, but the punishment is permanent and cannot be lifted, and it will be worn until entering the grave.

However, one of the masks caught Belloda's attention the most, and she considered this mask to be the most valuable. The mask looked like it was made of paper. The beautifully folded paper mask had the face of a Nibon woman on it. After observing carefully for a moment, she believed that the mask would turn to dust the moment it was put on, but the magical effect would remain on the wearer, permanently granting charm, imitation, simulation, and seduction bonuses.

"I think you can wear it."

Yilanya glanced at Belloda unhappily. Although her magical attainments were not as high as Belloda's, she noticed something fishy in the mask. She didn't think Belloda had any good intentions.

"I know you don't believe me, but... I remember, didn't you say before that you planned to become an Assati priest? Then this mask suits you, maybe you can fight for it, I'm not kidding."

"I..." Yilanya hesitated a little. Just when she was about to continue saying something, her words were interrupted by Seli Lei.

"There is a secret door here."

The secret door is different from before. It requires a key to open. There is an impenetrable magical power on the secret door. Only a specific key can open it. Of course, this is the case for adventurers. The secret door was forcibly opened by Belloda. Inside was the real library, and the study outside was just an illusion.

The library has eight rows of bookshelves and two writing desks. Belloda turned around and found that the books on the eight rows of bookshelves covered archeology, history, heraldry, mythology, medicine, alchemy, exploration of the mysterious continent and Geography, the history and legends of Chaos invasions, and numerous works on theology, heresies, witchcraft persecutions, etc.

Then Belloda went around again and placed the soybeans in his satchel on works related to Chaos and Heresy. Most of the books were worthless, and they were all found in the libraries of Verena in some of the larger cities in the empire. The only ones that can be found and have value are those heretical works. Then, she placed a red bean in front of a book called "The Stone Philosopher of Bretonnia". In her opinion, this book was quite valuable because it was related to advanced alchemy.

"Lermontov's magic book? It's interesting." After Belloda noticed it, he showed a playful smile, and then placed a red bean on it.

Washing the floor is a must, otherwise it will be in vain. Darkus is well-educated. Even if he doesn't bring anything with him when visiting other people's houses, he must bring something with him. Master De has lived for 15,000 years and has existed since the ancient sage came to this planet. There must be good things for both young and old.

For this reason, Darkus prepared three kinds of beans before setting off, namely mung beans, soybeans and red beans. Mung beans are harmless, soybeans are moderate, and red beans are dangerous. Once everything in the castle has been explored, it’s exciting time to bring something.

"His psychology needs to be evaluated." Asanok said coldly after taking a look.

"In which way?" Cradin responded.

"Physical, of course."

The room Kradin visited was decorated with the shields and crests of the noble houses of the Empire, Bretonnia, and Tyrell, as well as a number of swords and maces, several decorative spears, several crossbows, and eight sets of plate armour. , placed on both sides of the door.

Underneath each shield is a bronze plaque engraved with the symbols of the Forces of Chaos. Asanok believed that this was the record of Lord De, recording when and how he killed the nobles. He saw the symbol of Nurgle on a bronze medal. It was obvious that the owner of that shield died from the plague. Similar symbols abounded. In addition, there were some complex mixed or connected symbols. Obviously, these nobles died miserably. .

"Prepare to fight," Asanok shouted as the members entered the room and formed their formations, then waved his staff to release the dispel spell.

It was obvious that there was something wrong in the room, and the plate armor started to move as if it had been given a soul. Asanok could feel that there was something wrong with those swords, and there was magic attached to the blades. What he had to do was to remove those magics and make the battle go more smoothly.

By the time Darkus came in, the battle was over. The ground was covered with scattered plate armor structures. The warriors led by Cradin smashed the moving armor to pieces with blunt objects.

"What are you looking at?" Darkus looked around and followed Kalien's line of sight. He saw a crossbow hanging on the wall.

"A strange crossbow, a trap." After taking a look, Drusala discovered the problem with the crossbow, and then she began to answer it.

The crossbow is a magic crossbow, but it does not have magic like hit attached, but a strength bonus. The most bizarre thing is that the crossbow does have hit magic, but this magic is backwards, which means that when shooting, there is a chance that it will shoot backwards, directly towards the crossbow holder, and hit automatically. This is more dangerous than exploding the barrel.

"nerve."

"However, this magic has value and can be extracted." As Drusala said this, he took out a red bean from his satchel and threw it towards the crossbow. After Anko drew a trajectory in the air, she landed on the crossbow's bow.

The secret door in the room was opened, revealing a gloomy and harsh scene. Massive blood-stained tapestries and rugs line the walls and floors, and the bodies of murdered victims, murdered in ways that represent their desires, are placed around the room.

The body of a fat, overeating man was crouched there, eyes bulging, suffocating from the amount of food forced into his mouth. The body of a miser was cut into pieces by thousands of coins, and a drunkard was drowned in a glass barrel of brandy. There are dozens of corpses like this, carefully displayed as exhibits.

"has a problem."

"Yes, there is a problem." While responding to Asanok, Darkus pulled back Kradin who was about to walk inside. Seeing that Cradin was still going inside, he slapped him hard.

"Wake up, you idiot."

Perhaps it was Darkus's big-eared thunder that had an effect. Cradin, who stood there, was stunned for a moment before returning to normal.

"What did you see?" Before Cradin could find a crack in the ground to get in, Darkus asked before his face turned red.

"I...I saw a cold lizard...a cold lizard bigger than the big guy. It was waving for me to come over."

"?" Darkus was a little speechless. Is there a third party lurking between him and the big guy?

"You also need to be evaluated psychologically."

"I don't agree. I think it's probably because he hasn't seen enough of it."

"Indeed." Asanok agreed after thinking for a moment.

"Get out of here." Darkus said as he closed the door, then took out a handful of red beans and sprinkled them at the door.

It was obvious that behind the closed door was a problematic display room. Kradin, who failed the check, saw what he wanted to see most at the far end of the room, just like facing the Sword of Khaine. The illusion will take on a variety of objects according to the inner needs, such as gems, gold, a magical weapon, a religious relic, or a powerful magic book. Of course, it could also be a cold lizard or a giant dragon or something...

Will the affected person be forced to walk over and take what they see, at which point the expression on the face of the corpse on display will suddenly change? Becoming twisted, or something? In Darkus' opinion, isn't this just a routine? He had no interest in getting himself splattered with blood.

The door lock on the other side of the corridor was unlocked by Colonia. The wall opposite the door was covered with a stained glass. The window showed the God of Chaos, Khorne, sitting on a pile of skulls, in an almost exaggerated manner. The way.

In front of the right side of the door is a step. The throne on the step undoubtedly belongs to Mr. De, but he is not here now. Surrounded by thick black ribbons hanging from the ceiling, the edges of these curtains have very heavy gold threads, which look extremely luxurious. They are neatly inlaid with black ribbons as if they were hung just yesterday.

"Don't look! Idiot! Idiot! Get ready to fight." When Colonia roared loudly, the magic energy shot out, knocking the vampire who suddenly appeared from the mirror back.

The stress-free battle began, with the elves facing off against the Khorne-type demons. It may be some kind of problem, the rift is not opened, and the demons all appear alone. The elves who had been waiting there launched an attack on the demon. The whole scene was like blocking the door and killing indiscriminately. One by one came out and sent away one by one. When the elves killed five vampires and six flesh hounds in succession, the demons no longer appeared, as if nothing had happened before. Only the arrows on the ground proved that a battle had taken place here before.

Maranur glanced at Colonia with lingering fear. He knew that the Khorne demon was dangerous. If these five vampires and six flesh hounds appeared at the same time, it would be troublesome. Colonia glared at him viciously, and after seeing his sister's gaze, he moved his gaze elsewhere with guilt.

The trouble was caused by Maranur, but he felt very innocent. There was an oval mirror facing the door placed under the steps of the throne. You could see it as soon as you entered the door, and it was difficult not to look at it.

The mirror is very evil, somewhat similar to the Eye of Destiny in Malekith's throne room. The user can see the distant scene he wants to see through the mirror. With Dragonstone Castle as the center, the Mirror stretches from Middenheim to the north, Nuln to the south, Bretonnia to the west, and Talabheim to the east. But mirrors also have limitations. They cannot see details. For example, the scene indoors behind a street window can only be seen streets, rivers, the movement of troops or caravans, etc.

Unfortunately, there is a double danger if the viewer is not using it himself. The danger is that when the observer stares into the mirror, the devil will step out of it...

"Do you want to go up and sit down? My brother." Colonia said while using magic to pull down the curtain and cover it on the mirror.

Maranur glanced at his sister angrily. He could clearly feel that his sister was cheating him. The whole room was full of evil things.

The throne is made of extremely solid wood, carved with the symbols and sigils of all the major forces of Chaos and evil. About forty black opals and similar gems inlaid on the throne are like twisted eyes, indescribable evil and evil, but fortunately these stones and gems do not really move like eyes.

"If I'm not wrong, after each gem worth 10 Sovereigns is removed, there is a chance that the devil will reappear, and...removing the complete gem requires gem cutting technology." Colonia checked one Fan commented, and then she said to Maranur, "Are you really not going to sit down?"

"You have to go."

"Well."

Just when Maranur was surprised, his sister had already sat on it.

The tentacles ejected from some chaotic faces in the wood tried to grab Colonia's ankles, but she was dodged by the raised legs, and the tentacles grabbing her wrists were also cut off by the sharp wind that surrounded her. The carved face on the chair began to creak and let out a scream of terror that echoed through the room.

"How about this pose?"

At this time, Colonia showed a very strange temperament. She crossed her legs and leaned her elbows on the chair, looking evil. The tentacles were waving continuously, being hit by the sharp wind, and the face on the chair was twisted, as if it was in a helpless rage. There was an unfathomable light in her eyes, which seemed to hint at the mysterious connection between her and the chair. Her posture seemed to hint that she had become one with the chair and became the strange atmosphere in the room. a part of.

"Very good, but I'm not going to draw it. I don't like the way you look now." Tolandir's eyes wandered over Colonia for a while and then he shook his head and said. He felt a little scared, but at the same time he was attracted by this kind of thing. He was deeply attracted by the evil sight, and he felt as if he was being pulled by an invisible force.

"Okay." Colonia, feeling a little bored, stood up and walked to the opposite side of the room.

There were various altars of evil gods placed on the wall facing the throne. Colonia, who was well-informed, found that some of the altars came from Kurish, Cathay and Nibon on the other side of the world. She took out a handful of them. Hong Bean spilled over, she didn't think these altars had any value. However, she still hesitated for a moment, took out a yellow bean and placed it in front of the altar of the multi-armed Naga Queen related to Kurish. Maybe this altar would be useful in the future, and sooner or later she would return to Kurish.

The wall on the left hand side of the entrance is covered with shelves, crowded with horrifying antiques and twisted decorations. An inverted clock, an hourglass containing white sand flowing upwards, a pipe stand made of fused vertebrae holding a pipe made of a demon's head.

Colonia was like visiting a museum, stopping in front of each item and occasionally talking to Alatar, telling Alatar what these objects were for. She knew what most of them were used for. These items were related to those altars. If used correctly, they would summon incredible things. Finally, she sprinkled a handful of red beans, picked up a white fork bell, and left. .

Darkus had already started to dance. His dance was not a jumping jump, but a dancing jump. Sometimes he hugged Drusala's waist and danced, and sometimes he interacted with Genevieve. . The hall he is in now is very spacious. It is a huge banquet hall in the center of the castle, an reception hall or a terrible exhibition place. It all depends on Mr. De's whim.

When the team entered, the hall had already been decorated for a concert or performance. The podium and music scores were placed on the high platform on the west side. Candlesticks, goblets and wine bowls were placed in front of the chairs. There was one on the stage that could still be used. harpsichord. Many framed oil paintings hang on the walls, depicting warriors and nobles of the Empire, Kislev and Bretonnia.

The whole room has a traditional and friendly feel to it, and despite its eerie size, darkness, unsettling echoes and ominous atmosphere, it's certainly harmless.

The beating Genevieve seemed distracted, her perception told something she didn't want to know, as if a million insects were crawling on her skin, biting her with their silver mandibles, making piercing screams . She could sense great danger nearby, great evil, and she was wandering on the edge of a vast and terrible darkness, the torches and lights looking pitiful against the darkness of the castle's interior.

"You are a little absent-minded, my baby, dancing in the dark. Don't you think this experience is very strange? A group of guests who entered without the owner's permission wandered in the owner's domain until..." At this time... There is something evil about Darkus, which may be related to the surrounding environment, or his smile and words.

"We are inside its body..." Genevieve murmured uneasily as she kept moving along with Darkus' dance steps. She felt that the castle was that person. The towers and battlements, the corridors and rooms, and the rocks holding up Dragon Rock Castle were all the arteries and organs of the great magician, the blood and bones of Drakfers. The team pierced Drakfels' body like a knife, straight to the heart, or it could have been shards of food rolling down Drakfels' esophagus.

"So what? Don't worry, I'm here, today! Everything will end, and you will no longer face this terrible nightmare." After Darkus finished speaking with a smile, he placed Genevieve Throwing it out, he stretched out his hand while spinning and jumping, and said to Liv, "Ms. Liv, can I dance with you?"

"Of course, I believe this will be an unforgettable experience." Ms. Liv solemnly performed the classic elf lady ceremony, and happily accepted Darkus' invitation with a smile. There was a hint of excitement and anticipation in her eyes, as if she was full of anticipation and longing for this dance. This is a novel experience for her, and she has not danced for a long time, and even if she does, she dances alone.

Darkus stretched out his hand to Liv and gently and politely led Liv to the center of the dance floor. An Enil played a moving melody, soft and cheerful, as if telling a beautiful story, which was completely incompatible with the scene at this time. He and Liv began to dance to the rhythm. Their steps were light and elegant, perfectly matching the beat of the music.

Liv's long sleeves fluttered in the dance, like a blooming flower, exuding a faint fragrance. Her eyes were different from the past, full of vitality and aura. Dancing with Darkus seemed to inspire the tenderness and tenacity deep in her heart. Her figure intertwined with that of Darkus, forming a beautiful picture. Their dancing was graceful and energetic, attracting the attention of the surrounding elves.

"I like you the way you are, Ms. Liv."

"Thank you, thank you, Darkus." Liv knew what Darkus was expressing, and Darkus's words brought her a hint of warmth. She could feel Darkus' sincerity and care, and she He smiled and nodded in response.

Even though she was on the joyful dance floor at this moment, Liv's heart was still shrouded in worry and uneasiness. Despite her high status in Athel Loren, she was not popular with Asrai, who viewed her as a scourge and ominous, though she cared not for that.

In fact, the worries in Liv's heart often made her uneasy. The unknown of the future made her feel uneasy. She didn't know what would happen next, and she didn't know whether she would be able to cope with the upcoming challenges. She had to stay alert and ready to meet the challenges that might come her way, and the pressure often left her feeling physically and mentally exhausted.

At this moment, Liv chose to put aside her worries temporarily and enjoy the happiness and beauty of this moment. Under the guidance of Darkus, she danced to the rhythm of the music in the dark, trying to temporarily put those uneasy emotions behind her and let her soul find a moment of solace and solace in the music and dance steps.

"That's what I'm supposed to do, ma'am."

Under the guidance of Darkus, the elves who entered the hall one after another joined in and began to dance to the melody. Their bodies were light and they turned gracefully. With the addition of Tolandir, the music became more moving, like a clear spring, making them feel relaxed and happy. They jumped and turned, and their movements were full of energy and vitality, as if they were celebrating some kind of event, for Drakfels?

As Loic's chosen one, Darkus dances gracefully and skillfully. He is constantly spinning on the dance floor. In addition to men, he dances with Delina, Malagos and other ladies.

As the rhythm of the music gradually accelerated, the elves on the dance floor also increased their movements, and their dance became more enthusiastic and passionate.

"You're a little nervous." Darkus could feel Nestela's nervousness, and Nestela held his hand too tightly. He didn't think it was because of Nestra's explosive strength, even though Nestra had a strong figure and tight muscles that looked like a bodybuilding champion.

This is true for all elven women, whether they are Druchi, Asrai, Asul, Aenir, warriors or spellcasters. Proper exercise is carried out wherever conditions permit, all of which are caused by the Great Schism. Scholars, spellcasters, and ladies not only use staffs, but also wield sharp blades. Long swords are equally deadly in their hands, especially warriors. Using a bow and arrow is a science. Unlike the game, as long as you have ammunition, you can shoot infinitely. Without a strong body, you cannot shoot sharp arrows in a short time, and you must be precise while shooting. This is not muscle weakness. Did it.

"me……"

"Enjoy it to the fullest. It's an unforgettable experience. You won't have this chance next time, right?" When Nestela nodded and stopped clenching, Darkus took the opportunity to pull out his hand.

The dance music is very fast, and the team cannot dance here all the time. Darkus has political tasks and other reasons on his shoulders. Since he chooses to dance in this way, he must take care of all the ladies present within a limited time. Come on, you can't leave anyone out, otherwise... it will be troublesome again. Not only can he cook and make cakes, but serving water is also his specialty.

Now this situation is a typical half-time popping of champagne, but Dakoos doesn't think De Ye can create a miracle, otherwise he wouldn't jump, but keeps fighting. Next... De Ye has no chance, the team Know how to fight a lion against a rabbit. Maybe... not popping the champagne at halftime? Just like in the dark dungeon, light a bonfire, restore the pressure, and add buffs to restore the state. It's just that the elves' methods are a little different, and there is no night attack triggered.

As the rhythm of the dance music gradually slowed down, the elves on the dance floor felt the signal that the dance music was about to end. Their dance steps gradually slowed down, and finally they stopped in place, breathing softly.

Darkus smiled at Arohan who was a little at a loss. After comforting Arohan, he waved his arm to signal the team to continue moving forward.

A room at the other end of the hall was the kitchen, with a large wood-burning stove in the center of the room, with ventilation ducts and vents leading directly above, and a hot plate on top. Unpleasantly, there was a pile of feces at the base of the vent, suggesting someone was pouring stuff down from upstairs. It was obvious that there was living activity above the castle.

Plates, trays, long tubers and roots, crock pots and other items were placed on the workbench, and a sinister-looking collection of meat cleavers, serrated spoons, fish knives and other utensils hung on the wall, with spiked hooks black hook. A pair of zombies stand against the west wall, one standing in the corner holding a meat cleaver and the other holding a fish-picking knife.

This pair of zombies is very strange. Compared with ordinary zombies, they are very special. Their bodies have turned into living flesh, the hair under the chef's hat has grown back, the eyes have re-formed in the eye sockets, and the peeled flesh pieces have re-circled the bones. grow. The most disgusting thing is that when the elves enter the room, the zombies start to look like the elves recognize people, raise their arms to say hello to the elves, and then start to cut themselves open.

As the autopsy began, the zombies' faces were painful and shocked. Their trembling hands held the knife tightly and shaved off the flesh on their ribs. They let out frightening screams and thick blood sprayed continuously. The meat slices fell into the baking pan on the table with a clatter, and the meat slices seemed to be alive, tumbling like a dying animal. They had no idea of ​​attacking the elves, they just cut themselves into pieces and provided delicious food to their guests.

As the dissection progressed, the zombies fell to the ground, their heads struggling desperately on the bloody floor, gnashing their teeth, spitting, and the splattered blood turned into wriggling maggots and came towards the elves as pupae.

The battle did not happen. The elves who entered the kitchen were stunned by the enthusiasm of the zombies. After reacting, they exited the kitchen and closed the door.

Darkus found something new, and he came to a small music room with very heavy black curtains hanging from the ceiling to the floor. A set of more than a dozen strange string and wind instruments were placed on a table with decorative patterns. Genevieve, who had been to Nibon and Cathay, told him that these instruments were related to there, and of course there was no need for Genevieve. Fu said that he also recognized it.

There was a battle, and there were two things in the house that Darkus could not see. They were dressed in saffron robes and looked like monks from Nibon. These two soul-like monks are like guardian spirits and will attack people who pick up musical instruments. It is obvious that these two souls can move the musical instruments and have a strong resonance with the musical instruments. Who knows what they experienced during their lifetimes and traveled across the ocean. When Hai came here, he experienced what a sad fate.

As the battle took place, the confusing melody of Nibon's atonal music sounded in Darkos's ears. This sound was both familiar and unfamiliar. However, the sound lasted only a few seconds as Drusala destroyed the two monks.

"What the hell is this?" After the battle, Darkus picked up a string instrument and started studying it.

The instrument is ancient and beautiful, with a simple and elegant shape. It has a long neck and a round resonance box. On the neck, there is a row of strings. The strings are connected to the piano posts through the bridge, forming a flat string surface. The neck curves upward and is connected to the headstock, which has a unique floral shape. The resonance box is made of wood, and the exterior is decorated with exquisite plum blossom patterns, adding art and beauty. The resonance box is also equipped with moiré decorations.

No matter how ignorant Darkus is, he still knows the value of this instrument. There is no doubt that the instrument in his hand is a pipa, and it is also a five-string pipa. He is going to take the five-string pipa as his own. After all, he has to gain something. As an elf aristocrat who wants to play chess, calligraphy and painting, and be fully developed in etiquette, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and mathematics, he still has a long life ahead of him, and he must find some fun to kill the long time after retirement.

"who are you?"

"Hess's pages, who are you? Why are you here?"

In another room, a conversation between elves started. (End of chapter)