Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

The big guy was unhappy again. Walking alone, it grunted angrily and snorted non-stop. It wanted to be chewed by the tree man walking next to it. As for the reason... it thinks that Darkus has a new love and has forgotten the old one. In fact, is its idea right?

"The sky and the earth are so wide in an instant." At this time, Darkus was sitting on the shoulders of the ancient tree man like Queen Marist when she went on an expedition. With one hand he fiddled with the wood spirit he was playing with, and at the same time he put the other hand on his forehead and looked at the age oak tree rising into the sky in the distance, muttering words that Dursu couldn't understand.

"Can you feel Adanhu's will?" After a moment, Darkus asked a relatively crucial question.

"It's very faint...I can feel it lingering in my will..."

"Is this why you are not crazy?" Darkus did not ask this question. He was just thinking about it in his mind. He was not crazy yet.

After experiencing a series of elven manipulations, those past days are gone forever. Destruction, massacre and darkness have brought a heavy mental blow to Dursu. It has witnessed the greed of flesh and blood life and its desire for its homeland. Wanton destruction. It has seen countless acres of trees cut down for firewood, or out of simple spite. To make matters worse, it saw its brethren fall one by one, some killed by their own enemies, but most destroyed by the enemies of the elves, or directly related to the elves.

In his earliest days, Durthu was a compassionate being, especially during his time with the elves of Ulthuan. At that time, that is, before the great invasion, the elves were still normal. The greatest characteristic of the race was the infinite sympathy for all life. Now... they are all crazy, Druch, Asul, and Aini. You, Aslay, are all crazy. It is also mad, its kindness gone without a trace, replaced by a persistent madness.

Durthu cannot distinguish between the lost, the innocent, and the evil. All those who step into the great forest without permission are its enemies. These beings will only die when they encounter it. It will allow those beings to run thirty-nine meters first, and then it will catch up with those beings with a forty-meter long knife. Of course, it is an exaggeration... but not too exaggerated.

Darkus just made a visual inspection and found that it was only ten meters if not forty meters. Dursu holds a nearly ten-meter long orange sword with hollow patterns in his hand. It was made by Lord Dais. Its name is "Sword of Dais". It is indeed the incarnation of Val. The craftsmanship is absolutely unparalleled. Such a long weapon can't be used. It can be cast. Although it is called the Sword of Dais, this long sword, just like Dursu, has been soaked in suffering for thousands of years and is always ready to unleash its anger.

Tyrion with the Sword of Khaine is like a baseball to Durthu...

The Excalibur Tree King!

Only the elves in Athel Loren are spared by Durthu's wrath, for it does not blame the elves for what they do, only itself. However! It no longer regards Elsa's children as friends. As good as it was in the past, it is now as bad as it is. Now it is avoiding the elves as it once was with the determination to get close to the elves. It and the elves were allies just because of common needs, nothing more, and their relationship had dropped to a freezing point.

It's like a kid living in a village. They were very close when they were children, but when they grew up... something happened, causing them to go their separate ways. Unable to move out of the village, they stayed next to each other without looking up. They occasionally had to fight together against the bandits who invaded the village, but this did not mean that their relationship had returned to that of childhood.

Politically speaking, just like dual politics, a regime has two rulers with equal status, just like the separation of powers between the British Governor of India and the Minister of Indian Affairs, the dual monarchy of the ancient Greek city-state Sparta, and the Roman Empire's The division of the Eastern and Western Roman Empire, etc., perhaps these examples are not appropriate, but that is what happened.

Athel Loren is different from Lauren Loren. Lauren Loren also has ancient treants, but they are all separate entities. There are no ancient tree people elders like Dursu, and there is no ancestral elders who are now following Dursu.

Just like there were three ancient tree elders in the beginning and now there is only one, the Ancestral Elders Council has also withered to only four members, namely Turlock, Dillandra, Durendor and Talernik. They are usually located in various places in Athel Loren and rarely participate in battles, because as they grow older, the world in their consciousness is losing vitality, so they steadily retreat into the dreamland, that is, the other world. There, their souls nourish and shape the growth of the forest.

As the ancient treants fall into centuries-long slumber, a swarm of drone-like Kodama tend to them. Only when disaster strikes will they wake up from their slumber, because only they can awaken Athel Loren's most powerful forest fury, and they will act as Durthu's lieutenants at the most critical moment.

To abstract the concept, Lauren Loren's ancient tree man is a tiger walking alone in the forest. The Desilu whom Darkus saved during the Battle of Golden Pond was at the level of the ancient tree man. If Desi Lu If Lu were in Athel Loren, he would undoubtedly be a member of the Ancestral Elders. The ancient tree people of Athel Loren are like lions hugging each other.

As for Avalon in Ulthuan, unlike a certain game, there really isn't one. When Durthu returned to Athel Loren from Avalon for the last time, he brought back all the treants and dryads. .

Traumatized by war and hatred, Durthu became apathetic to events. Although it is calmer than its compatriots, it has also become more violent. On the branches behind it are various beastmen, dwarves, orcs and human skulls.

Asrai felt sad for Durthu. As similarly long-lived creatures, they knew the cruelty of the world, but they could only imagine the grief that eternal destruction would bring to a creature that was older than their entire race. Unfortunately, they were unable to heal Durthu's weary mind.

But... things may not be what Aslay thought. Although Darkus came to Athel Loren for the first time, he knew some other things. For example, he knew that when the ancient tree elders withered, the essence would Absorbed by other companions. In other words, Adanhu's Wither strengthened Dursu and Cordir, and the original three powers became two.

This power was huge, huge enough to heal the broken souls of Durthu and Cordir and perform many miracles, but no miracles occurred. Corrosion is irreversible, and the huge power has not dispelled the darkness that corroded Cordir's soul. This may be related to Cordil's bad mentality and strong strength, and it is also related to Athel Loren's overall strength. After all, the entire world is now in a state of crisis. In decline.

Just like when a glass of water is poured into the cup, it does not overflow, but merges with other liquids in the cup. In other words, the cup of water is poured in vain and has no strength. You must know that Adanhu dispelled the darkness in Ariel's soul. Although it was not completely eradicated, it also awakened Ariel.

The reason why Darkus asked Dursu about Adanhu was because he wanted Adanhu to be reborn. He was now sure that these three ancient tree elders were related to the ancient saints. The Ancient Sages mastered heaven-defying biological manufacturing technology. The wills of these three ancient tree elders should have been shaped by the ancient saints. Otherwise, it would be unexplainable that no new ancient tree elders were born in such a long time, and the ancestors Ancient tree people like the Elder Council and Desilu are positioned like the second generation Slann Demon Priests.

The tree is just a carrier, the key is the soul that drives the tree, that is, the essence. Only a powerful spirit can bind itself to a living tree and reshape its form according to its own wishes, just like only a strong warrior can wear heavy armor. But this link is irreversible, and only death can sever the link between them. From that moment on, the will of the spirit began to shape and drive the tree, using the branches covered with rough bark as its own hands and feet, and a tree man was born.

In Darkus' view, it is completely unrealistic to create new ancient tree elders according to the current situation and conditions, just like creating a new first-generation Slann Demon Priest. In the future... So in view of the current situation, he only To be able to DIY, to put it bluntly, is to tear down the east wall to make up for the west wall. After everything is settled, he plans to go to the southeasternmost city of Cesila to see Cordir. If there is really no other way, he will do this and get an achievement by the way, allowing Dursu to absorb Cordil's power. .

If an existence such as the original slate is found later, part of this three-in-one power can be extracted to reshape an Adanhu, and then reshape Cordir to realize the original three-in-one. Of course, this is just the most ideal idea. If it doesn't work, just protect one and make Dursu the only elder.

Sitting on Dursu's shoulder, Darkus could feel that his arrival had given Dursu a boost of strength, but Dursu's heart was still shrouded in anger and loss, which Dursu might not even realize he had. of power, using only instinctively the small portion of power they possess to augment an already formidable force. The spirit is bound to Athel Loren and even the entire world. The stronger the world is, the stronger Durthu's power will be, and vice versa... just like it is now. In his opinion, these are not side tasks, but rewards in the main tasks.

This power is the source, a gift from the ancient saints.

At the end, Durthu killed Cordir, who had been completely corrupted, and absorbed all of Cordil's power and another part of Adanhu's power. In its final moments, it felt no fatigue at all, and its anger would only burn further when its friends around it fell. At that time, it knew that the outcome of failure was doomed and the world would be destroyed. This was something it could not accept, but it had no stronger power to stop it, so it was heartbroken.

The Tree King's divine sword inserted into the demon army, and the sacred flames guided by the Sword of Dais destroyed hordes of demons. Even powerful beings like the Great Unclean One were swallowed up by the flames. Then, it knelt down beside Alarielle and gently placed its finger on the forehead of the Eternal Queen. Once, Adanhu sacrificed himself to prevent Ariel's soul from becoming corrupted. Now, it follows Adanhu's example and sacrifices itself. But this time it is not to dispel the darkness, but to welcome new life.

Durthu, the thorny skin on the surface of this ancient and powerful ancient treant withered, then cracked open, and the leaves fell from its shoulders like wilting powder. As it withered, Alarielle was reborn, blooming like a flower, the Everqueen's wounds healed, wrinkles faded from her skin, and light shone on Alarielle's body once again.

Again, the hymn of tree people is a hymn of sacrifice, and the greatness of tree people is the greatness of nature! The inheritance of the forest spirit cannot be cut off even across the ages! The Soul of Durthu was also reborn in the next era.

Alarielle? What a noob. There is no doubt that she is fragile, but who gives her the blood of the Eternal Queen? The difference between Ariel and Alarielle is that Ariel is the incarnation of Elsa, and Alarielle is Elsa's chosen god. One is a god walking in the world, and the other is a human being walking in the world. She was just Elsa's divine choice, but at the last moment she merged with Ariel, which was equivalent to Elsa being swallowed whole. The concept of an independent Elsa no longer existed and became a part of her. After that, the powerful three-in-one power of the ancient tree people and elders gathered on her body.

To put it bluntly, Alarielle was boosted by various buff effects exceeding 100%, and was then bound to the Wind of Guilun, and then became a god in the next era.

"What should I do?" After the two sides were silent for a moment, Dursu rumbled again.

"To be honest...I don't know either?" After finishing speaking, Darkus put his hands behind his head, twisted his body and found a relative position to lean on. He looked at the blue sky and felt the wind of early spring. Blow in the face.

At this moment, Darkus didn't have the surprise of Dursu bowing his head when he saw him. Maybe it was because he was numb. This kind of thing happened too many times? Or maybe his mind is not on this aspect at all. The reason why Dursu recognized him and allowed him to lie on his shoulders was not because he was an elf, but because of something else.

Darkus felt that there was no essential difference between him and Orion, Ariel and Dais. It was just that no one was telling him what he should do and what he shouldn't do. At first, he thought he was the spokesperson of the Ancient Saint, but actually he was not... He found out that he was the Ancient Saint, walking in the mortal world as an elf, and it was because of this identity that he was recognized by Dursu.

Dursu asked him what to do, which was tantamount to a disguised form of allegiance. After all, Dursu didn't know any messy oaths, and it would be incredible to hear all kinds of oaths from Dursu's mouth. If he behaves like the evil god whispers now, Dursu guarantees that he will take the treants, dryads and dryads belonging to the forest spirit system and kill all the Asrais.

To put it bluntly, the Athel Loren forest spirit system headed by Dursu is now on the side of Darkus. As for the Beast Council?

"Do you know that toad? A big toad like a mountain." After another moment of silence, Darkus did not choose to go around in circles, but asked directly.

"He...is waiting for you! He's been waiting for you!"

"Am I too late for feelings?" Just as Darkus judged, Dursu did not ask him back: You don't know? After muttering something, he then asked, "Where is it?"

Dursu slowly raised his left hand that was not holding the divine sword, pointing to a location in the distance.

"Turn!"

As Dursu turned, the entire team began to follow suit.

Liv, the Twilight sisters, Hegaria, Areda, Moranna and Tyrandor looked at each other silently, and various complex thoughts surged in the minds of these respectable Aslay executives. They gradually realized the problem and its seriousness. As Aslay senior officials, they knew Dursu. It was the first time they saw Dursu like this. During the winter, they took the initiative with their ancestors and elders to take action. , welcoming an outsider was unimaginable and unbelievable before.

"You brought him in," Tyrandor said in a low voice, impatiently, after turning his horse's head.

"You are mistaken, Tyrandor, I was not the one who brought him in! I am only responsible for welcoming him. His arrival is unstoppable and inevitable. This is completely different from what you said. If things are really like you said So how should she explain? She is Marcelan's daughter," Liv retorted, pointing at Sereni who was sitting on the Triceratops combat platform and having a cordial conversation with Belloda. name changed).

"What about you? What do you think?" Tyrandor asked the question again.

"For me, he is Loic's chosen one, and I follow the guidance of Loic and my father!" Heglia did not respond as expressionlessly as before, but lamented.

Heglia discovered that things were more complicated than she and her father had imagined. Just being a Roic elector could not make Dursu do this. After all, she was the same. She had also been in contact with Dursu, and Dursu was completely Ignore her. Maybe her father was right, the Ancient Sage had returned, returned to the garden that originally belonged to them, and took everything back. Although she didn't understand what the Ancient Saint was, like the existence sitting on Dursu's shoulder? Her mind was confused and she didn't even know what role she was going to play.

"Liv... do you remember not long ago..." Arida hesitated while floating.

"Of course, by the way, if you and Molana don't want to lose your divination ability, don't try to see everything related to him." Except for the unique existence of Amadi Ironbark, the woodland lords are all made up of warriors and spellcasters. Composed of spell casters, spell casters such as Arida and Molana have a relatively good attitude towards Liv and are considered friends. After all, they are all spell casters and have certain divination abilities. She issued a warning to them.

"So...?" The words Liv expected did not appear. She heard Areda and Molana sighing. She knew something was wrong. Darkus's connection with Athel Loren was stronger than she thought. Even more closely, Arida and Molana bumped into Darkus without knowing it.

"Yes, the vision that tortured me not long ago suddenly disappeared from my mind, as if it didn't exist. I saw a strange figure, and I am now sure that figure is him." Morana took over the topic.

The vision Morana was talking about was what happened in 2007 of the Imperial Calendar. She also participated in it. Her soul suffered a strong shock and stepped on the edge of madness. However, now she is better, and the vision that tortured her all the time has disappeared. And not only her, some other spellcasters who were in a semi-crazy state have also recovered a little.

"So what should we do?!" Tyrandor, who didn't understand what these women were saying, said impatiently.

"I don't know!" The voices responding to Tyrandor were unified. These women really didn't know what to do next.

"Ayesha's tears!" Tyrandor lamented a little madly. Fighting and commanding battles were what he was good at, but now...

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"He's back."

When Sephian climbed out of the water, he recognized the low roar of Atomis, the voice welcoming him back to the dying cold winter and the humid air. Before the wild cavalry approached him, he straightened his body and tried to show a majestic look. He remembered that he needed to take some responsibility.

However, his limbs suddenly felt a sharp pain as Sephian moved. He gasped and staggered. He saw that his skin was still full of broken pieces. He was wrapped in a mass of thorns, blood and oak leaves into a sticky twisted object. The power he felt when talking to the beast before had disappeared.

Atomis and other wild cavalry grabbed Sephian to prevent him from falling to the cold ground.

"I recognized you from a distance, my king, and I know the forest will recognize you." Atomis said in a low voice, and he brought his terrible face close to Sephian.

"But they think I'm weak, the wolf, the child, and all those other things. I have to convince them, do you know them?" Sefian panted as he looked into the ancient eyes of Artomis, grabbing Artomis' arm with his backhand, his voice full of urgency. Despite the terrible pain Artomis inflicted on his body, he felt that he could trust the black-eyed giant. Because he knew that all the pain inflicted on him was a necessary price, a ritual that allowed him to join the glorious beings he saw in the water.

"I don't know them, I can't go there, I can never see what you see." The fire in Artomis' eyes flickered for a moment, and then he shook his head and said.

"I must prove myself, prove myself!" Sefian whimpered as the Wild Rider lifted his limp and dripping body from the edge of the pool and walked towards the stag. He muttered to himself as pain and delirium swept over him, but at this moment he realized that he was forgetting everything he saw on the other side of the water.

"Spring is here. It's time to return to your home."

"Tyrses?" Sephien gasped, his voice filled with fear.

"No! Taseen!"

Sephien's head was groggy as he lay on the stag's back. He felt suspended between two worlds, and for a moment he saw clearly that the trees were burning with golden flames, and veins of sunlight penetrated through the bark, outlining the outlines of hunters and animals. The figures standing under the golden branches were similar to Artomis, unusually tall, with dense and strong muscles, but they were completely unusual, more beautiful and terrifying.

They towered, with huge and wrinkled antlers on their heads, almost indistinguishable from the gleaming and twisted branches behind them. Their lower bodies resembled the hindquarters of stags, with thick and worn hooves, and wide angular muscles that seemed to be carved from mossy wood blocks.

Their entire bodies were a pale green like trees, carved with spiral patterns. Although it was winter, their broad shoulders were covered with spring flowers, beautiful foxgloves and bluebells, trembling in the breeze.

They held a spear entangled with ivy, an emerald hanging in the center of their chest, a perfect green orb surrounded by gleaming brass leaves.

As Sephian looked at the faces, trying to struggle and keep his sanity, he felt that he had lived through a long world, and standing before him were the kings of dozens of eras, judging him. Each figure was filled with a wild majesty, so much so that his body trembled when he tried to look them in the eye.

Their faces were similar to those of the Asrai nobles, with noble faces, towering leaf-blade ears and wide eyes, but Sephian could sense that they were not ordinary people. When the light fluctuated in the clearing, their skin was like smoke. Sephian could even see the trees through their skin, and he realized that they were elves, ghosts of the Wild Hunt.

"Orion?" Sephian breathed softly, almost afraid to say the name.

"Soon, spring will come." The answer came immediately, and the ghost's throat emitted a hoarse and low roar at the same time.

Tears flowed from Saphien's eyes as the ghosts began to sing, their voices rising and falling in a deep, bewildering chorus, their tragic and glorious stories filling Saphien's mind. As they sang, fire burst from their skins, filling the clearing with a dazzling light, as if a sky full of stars had fallen from heaven.

As Saphien and the wild riders left, Dacius's group arrived.

To an outside observer, the clearing looks a little strange, the circle of oak trees in the center may look a little too sprawling and labyrinth-like, the quality of light seems odd, and the shadows don't quite line up with the movement of the plants and trees, in The tangled shrubbery rose and fell freely, and shadows loomed, as if cast by invisible dancers. It's like the game textures are not set, and the textures and shadows don't match, but that's it. After all, Darkus came here not long ago.

This ghost place is so big that Aslay calls it the Parliament of Beasts. The pond is filled with the wind of Gur. The Bruids gather here to resolve conflicts between groups and discuss their relationship with Aslay.

Aslay believed that souls that did not inhabit the trees would return to the forest through dimensions and be reborn in a new form, but not before undergoing a transformation. They called this alternate existence the Other World. While the Other World was connected to Athel Loren, it also connected the mortal world to Ithil.

In human terms, the other world is another space, just like the reflection in the water. It is the reverse dimension of Athel Loren and is connected to Isil at the same time. It is a kind of mezzanine. Like the ghosts that Darkus encountered in Lauren Loren's journey to Isil, those ghosts are in this dimension.

In this dimension, time and space coordinates have almost no meaning, and objects in the other world cast meaningless reflections. Unless one knows about the existence of the mortal world and Isil, it is difficult to discover these dimensions.

Furthermore, continuity between different realms is negated by the vast darkness called the Void, which acts like an ocean and separates these realms like islands. The diverse realms serve as pocket dimensions that provide avoidance of encounters, as well as It is possible to directly hit the Chaos refuge, but the probability of the former is greater than the latter.

At this time, the existence of world roots makes sense. World roots connect these islands like undersea tunnels. The nature of traveling between dimensions and transmitting quickly over long distances is similar to that of the Spiritual Vein Network and the Path of the Ancient Saints. In fact, there is no essential difference between the two. Just like both are smartphone systems, but they are two independent systems. After the ancient sage developed the Android system, he developed the Symbian system...

Except for some reliable ones that have been confirmed by the Slann Demon Priest as no problem, such as those from the continent of Lustria to Ulthuan and then to Albion. Others cannot be transmitted randomly, especially for ultra-long distance transmission. With the current state of the world, it is easy for people to disappear and contact to be lost.

For elves, spellcasters like Kaia who live in Lauren Loren and Asrai spellcasters who live in Athel Loren can travel between dimensions through magic and ritual. But the other world is different from the root transmission across the world. Just like people can surf the Internet through the network cable, and actually follow the network cable to have offline duels, but they cannot get into the set-top box. The other world is like the set-top box, for people Said to exist in another dimension. (It’s an example of that, so let’s do it)

If you don't have the right method, you will get lost in time and space if you rashly try to enter the other world. Fortunately, the pool in front of Darkus is the entrance to the other world. It's troublesome to enter, and even more troublesome to leave. It's either magic, ritual, or reincarnation, commonly known as reopening.

"What are you doing?" Darkus asked as he looked at the Asrai spell caster who was hesitating and expressionless.

"Darkus, this is a taboo for us elves. Only Ariel, Orion, and those powerful spirits know how to enter, or..." Liv stood up and explained, finishing the sentence She looked at Hegria and pointed at Dursu in the distance.

"Do you two know how to get in?" Darkus understood. In addition to what Liv said, Heglia's Dragon Dance can also be entered. He nodded and looked at Mauro and Mauro standing on the ground. Mormo, then he squatted down and asked the two weasels.

After Mauro and Mormo looked at each other, they nodded to Darkus and made a sleeping gesture. Then they pointed their fingers at Darkus and shook their heads, and then they started jumping in place. Jump up and down.

Darkus sighed, and he understood again. These two spirited ancient spirit weasels were telling him that they could enter the other world through sleep. If he wanted to enter, Hegriya would have to jump to the giant again. Dance of Dragons. Dursu just asked, like these two weasels, you can enter the other world by sleeping.

If Darkus remembers correctly, the time he met Shakspati in the Lustria continent was also considered the other world. At that time, it was the passage opened by Malekith, and Drusala could barely maintain it outside. He and Malekith went in, and he almost missed it that time. But that other world is not of the same magnitude as this other world.

"You want to go to the other world? Actually... there is an entrance to Flowing Water Palace, I will take you in." Just when Darkus was about to look at Heglia, who was about to move, Serene squeezed in from the outside and started He asked and answered himself, and then pointed to the pond.

"Are you going too?" Darkus nodded, then pulled Kukulkan who was wandering around him over and asked. Kukulkan who was dragged by him did not disobey him, but It rotated along his shoulders and wrapped around his body.

Serene looked at Kukulza for a while and then nodded.

After getting ready, Darkus took Kukulkan and Sereni into the pond. (End of chapter)