Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Tyrandor, who was riding on the horse, was depressed and hesitant in his heart. The physical discomfort amplified his senses, and the low mood came to him like a tide. He gave a forced smile to the family members who looked at him, indicating that he was fine.

Although he said that he was fine, he had something to do... Last night, after the legendary Slann Demon Priest appeared from the pond, he saw a group of huge warriors walking out of the pond.

The warriors wore gilded armor and carried bronze spiked clubs. These killing machines are even taller than elves, and are full of muscles under thick blue scales. The warriors have powerful jaws on their heads, sharp fangs curled on the scaly lips, and cold, merciless eyes stare behind the nictitating membrane, but it is strange that these warriors actually obey the instructions of an elf.

Tyrandor thought of the "Adventures of Belsarius" he had read when he was a child. To some elves, this book was like a children's popular science book and was collected by some established families. There are the Hellscourge family as far away as Naggaroth, and there are also his family with Ulthuan heritage in Athel Loren. He knows that these warriors are the lizards who caused huge damage to Belsarius' team in the book.

The words and patterns on the paper appeared before his eyes in a different way.

When the lizardmen entered the camp to prepare, he saw Bainie sparring with the leader of the lizardmen. After seeing Bainie's performance with ease, he was so happy that he also wanted to try on behalf of Aslay. However, he had no idea about Baine's painful experience of sparring with those ancient blood warriors when he stayed in the Lustria continent.

As a result, he died if he tried, and the ancient blood warrior he fought against didn't even have the intention of moving. In the third round, the spiked stick spinning in place made a terrible whistling sound. When his shield was smashed to pieces by the obsidian stick, he behind the shield was like a cannonball. flew out.

Those ancient blood warriors who had experienced the great invasion were not serious at all. They fought purely by instinct, unlike the wise Grok. Maybe... it would be the best outcome if they didn't take out Tyrandor's heart?

Hegaria was eager to try and was ready to be the second crab eater, but when she saw Tyrandor flying out, she was no longer eager to try.

For Tyrandor, the physical pain was secondary and more mental. He looked up at the distant array of lizardmen and the tree people on both sides. He could feel that Dursu's state seemed to have happened. Changes unknown to him.

He saw those Druchi and Enil entering a state of preparation for war, as if they were not going to participate in a ceremony, but to fight. He could sense what was coming next, but he had no idea what would happen and what role he would play in what happened next. The Lord of Blades has not responded to him, leaving him without a kind of guidance. At the same time, the spellcasters... don't mention it.

Nalhap was still sitting on his Chengyu, but Chengyu was not facing the Triceratops' combat platform. Chengyu was carried by the temple guards as if he was being stabilized, without any shaking.

The temple guards marched in an orderly manner under the leadership of the ancient blood warriors. After proper recovery, the slightly stronger temple guards shouldered the long bronze poles on both sides of Chengyu, and stood in front of a skink priest who was beating a flag. Guided, they moved with an eerie consistency, like black men carrying a coffin. The skink boys were scattered throughout the forest, looking under every bush, listening to every bush, tasting the air along every road with their tongues, and occasionally catching some insects that had appeared.

Focusing a small portion of their consciousness on their surroundings, Slann priests use parts of their knowledge of great mathematics to bend trees out of the way, drain newly thawed ponds and creeks, and fill in ravines that might interfere with their march. The wild beasts in the forest that tried to join in the fun shrank back under his telepathy, otherwise they would crawl, snake, and leap to obey his commands.

Whether it is in the jungles of Southland or in Athel Loren, there is no difference in Nalhap's perception. These places are places created by their masters, but he can feel the corruption. This corruption Even stronger than when he first came to this forest. His skin was constantly flashing with the amplification of perception, and mental projection gave him many eyes, but no matter how many there were, the abilities that tiny minds like tree frogs and mud snakes could achieve were limited, and he could not find the hidden In the deepest darkness.

The Skink Priest standing next to Narharp stood up, and after sniffing the air, the feather crest on his head fluttered like the signal flag of a battleship. As he gestured to the lizards, hisses and clicks erupted from his mouth to convey the message, conveying the orders he had read.

Under the surprised gazes of the Aslay spellcasters, a fast road to the Oak of Era was opened...

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"Coming."

After Carillian sighed, she became speechless again. She walked lightly and wordlessly through the forest, feeling the trees, roots, shrubs, and even moss. She is so familiar with all of this, all of which is being reborn, decaying, dying, decaying, and turning into a poem of reincarnation.

"The forest is the world, and the world is the forest."

After walking for a while, Kerilian sighed again. She grew up with such advice. The forest was so vast, so green, and provided everything she needed and would always need. Her nature is to explore and discover. At a young age, she showed great talent in archery and a love for wandering in the forest. She knew every hidden path and hidden corner in the forest.

She later joined the Arakhan Neighbors and became a Watcher, responsible for protecting Athel Loren. It was her duty to kill the invading beastmen and the Bretonnian idiots who entered the forest to look for the Lady of the Lake. In addition to monitoring and killing the invaders, she also began to track other Asrai as a game to see what she could do. to avoid their attention.

Partly nature, partly a desire to improve her skills, this is the reason she gives whenever caught and questioned. She is born with an unquenchable curiosity about everyone, everything, and everywhere, which often causes her cautious instincts to be ignored.

Therefore, in the process of tracking Sefian, she became so-called friends with Sefian, who is also a watcher. She had known Sefian before, but she did not like Sefian, and she did not like the relationship that her sister Israel had with Sefian. She thinks Sefian is too egotistical and arrogant, and she can see the weakness and bravado deep inside Sefian.

When Carillian completed her mission and returned to the Ashen Hall, something unexpected happened to her. Dillandra, who was standing there, disappeared out of thin air, and her relatives also disappeared without a trace, leaving only the empty hall. Fortunately, she saw the illusion left in the hall. After staying alone for a few days, she felt bored and embarked on the journey to Tasain.

Carillian could already hear the voices and fragments of music coming from the front. Many of the voices were familiar. She knew that she was very close to the Oak of Time. As a watcher, she rarely came here. The few times she let Her heart was full of anxiety and uneasiness, especially when she saw Orion and the group of wild cavalry.

A majestic stag, its fur brilliant and spotless white, grazing, its huge antlers forming a broad fan of bone above its head. As a Watcher she needed to hunt, but she had never seen a creature with such grace and majesty.

The stag stood among a field of yellow primroses, where the scent became strong and heady. As she came closer, the deer raised its majestic head, as if sensing her scrutiny, and when the stag's eyes met hers, Carillion was struck by the ancient wisdom in his eyes.

The hooves crunched on the frosty ground.

A tremor came from the earth, frightening the wood spirits playing in the water and fleeing into the bushes with screams. A powerful energy rose from the earth, and Carillian felt her heartbeat speed up due to a nameless excitement. An uncontrollable premonition rushed along her spine, and a primitive energy filled her. The muscles give her the urge to run, fight and hunt like crazy.

When she turned her head again, the stag was gone.

"Primrose..." Kerillian gasped, an ancient longing filling her voice as a majestic hunting horn echoed in the distance. She looked towards the place where the sound came from, and when the last leaf fell into place, a terrifying figure appeared.

It was a tall giant, covered in blood and hung with human scalps and animal skins. He was riding on a beautiful stag, his red body crowned by a pair of slender spiral horns.

Kerilian knew the figure's name, Arthomis, Chosen of Kurnos, the King's Immortal Squire. When Artomis looked at her, she felt a surge of fear in her heart.

An image flashed through her mind. It was summer and the Wild Hunt was in progress. Arthomis stood beside Orion, both draped in garlands and oakleaf robes, covered in blood, dragging their horrified victims into a hideous, screaming heap. Artomis laughed maniacally, surrounded by pale ghost hounds.

This was the memory of her first meeting with Orion and Arthomis. She could not escape the memory of the hounds barking and biting in the bushes. For a long time from then on, this scene was something that she could not stop thinking about. She would often wake up from nightmares in her sleep.

"Carillian?" Artemis reined in the stag and looked at Carillian who was very close. His huge black eyes scanned Carillian unscrupulously, and a low growl came from his mouth. issue.

Trembling and growling brought Kerillian back to reality. She tried to regain her composure and forced herself to look at Artomis. She could see that Artomis's pale face was covered with fresh rituals. Scars, thin lines of blood forming like grids on the face.

"On behalf of Orion, I welcome you, Kerillian." A low growl came from Artomis's mouth again.

"That's my job."

The simple conversation represented the end of the meeting, and Artomis controlled the stag and turned around and left.

Carillian exhaled, and she felt the huge pressure disappear. After a moment of recovery, she continued to move forward.

As they marched, the Oak of Ages appeared before Kerilian's eyes. In her vision, the Oak of Ages was like an ever-changing wall of images. It was unusually wide. After being nourished by thousands of years of rituals and magic, it almost didn't look like a tree. Tree. Perhaps to outsiders, the Age Oak may look like a giant mountain made of roots and branches, but she, like other Asrai, is a part of the forest, and her soul is inseparable from the strangeness at the core of the Age Oak.

As she got closer, Kerilian saw all the life unfolding in front of her. The tree roots were like a bottomless abyss, covered with every elf that fell from the mortal world, and countless lost souls stared from the dark void. Looking at her, there were groups of haggard, gray faces, full of loneliness and regret. She saw not tree trunks but the entire world, oceans, mountains, and scorched desert plains, entwined with each other, spinning in endless cycles of life and death. Instead of the tree canopies, there was a slowly rotating sky.

Faint shadows played among the branches, dazzling Carillion even in their subtlest form. She had witnessed this kind of scene before, but it was always at the climax of the ceremony. This time...she seemed to feel something different, a kind of vitality that she had never seen before? Even without the guidance of rituals and prayers, she was so shaken that she fell to her knees uncontrollably.

"Val..." She saw the hammer strike the huge anvil, and lightning-like light filled the woodland. She murmured, and she recognized the face of the man holding the hammer, painful but blindly dazzling, as if the stars were exploding under Val's hammer.

Then, Kerilian saw the figure of Hoth, the master of knowledge. Hoth was reading forgotten texts, interpreting the language of heaven, and absorbing wisdom with his ancient and profound eyes. Behind Hoss was a dark, undulating figure, lithe and graceful, moving among the vaults of the trees with a sly smile. The figure tumbled and spun merrily across the sky, as light as a falling comet.

"Loic..." Kerillian shook her head in wonder.

The scene kept flickering, and finally, when Kerilian was lying on the grass, she saw an existence so dazzling that it made other gods insignificant. At first, she thought it was the arm of the Milky Way Spiral, but in fact But they are the wings of a phoenix.

"Asuryan..." Kerillian woke up with a start as the name came out of her mouth. She looked away from the Oak of Ages and desperately tried to bring her thoughts back to the Council Grove.

"The opening ceremony is about to begin."

Carillian closed her eyes tightly and sat quietly for a while. Without the interference of the Age Oak, she heard the sounds coming from the other side of the huge trunk. Hundreds of voices floated from the trees, full of excitement. and expectations. After breathing for a moment, she opened her eyes and looked for her bow. The bow was still lying on the grass next to her, so she grabbed the bow from the grass and stood up.

"Alaros would laugh at me if he saw me like this."

She hurried around the tree trunks, her eyes fixed on the grass, trying not to be disturbed by the charming vision. Along the way, memories kept flashing through her mind. As she thought about it, she suddenly thought of Alalos. She couldn't imagine Alalos having to face such a situation all year round. In fact, she was very jealous of Alalos' ability and status. , but what made her most angry was that Alalos knew nothing about it.

A few minutes later, Carillian came to an area of ​​dark shadow cast by twin moons, behind the Age Oak. On the other side, the sound grew louder and more feverish, and she heard the sound of gongs and the tuning of harps, and the nobles seemed to have assembled to receive their king and queen. She remained calm and it seemed to her that it was a good place. She has noble blood, but she doesn't want to meet that group of nobles, and she doesn't want to see her cousin, the current lord of Tarsain Wood, Araloth.

“In the heart of the shadow, where light never shines.”

Carillian muttered a long, vague incantation and hid herself in the shadows. Then, she took out the food she had brought with her and ate it. The pleasure brought by Avelingo made her dangling legs swing uncontrollably. She could feel the trees around her begin to ripple, as if they were grass blown by the wind. She saw Artomis coming towards her again, but Artomis didn't seem to sense her presence. He nodded with satisfaction.

"spring is coming."

Carillian looked up to the sky, she could feel the dawn approaching and Ariel and Orion about to emerge to greet their admirers. Thinking of this, her heartbeat began to beat faster, and she could almost smell the smell of blood in the air. (End of chapter)