Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

The entire venue suddenly fell into a dead silence, as if time had been frozen in an instant.

There was an indescribable depression in the air, and even breathing became heavy and difficult. The wind blew gently, and the leaves on Dursu's body made a rustling sound, as if whispering the deep thoughts of the elves. The occasional sobbing sounded particularly harsh and sad in this silent atmosphere.

The Asurs on the verge of collapse either stood still or slumped in their seats. They were pale as paper and could not believe what they heard. Their eyes were full of shock and confusion. The faith deep in their hearts collapsed in an instant, and their faith and pride were ruthlessly torn apart. The glory and tradition that they once believed in became illusory at this moment.

Every word and sentence of Daquus was like a heavy hammer, hitting their fragile hearts.

"This is impossible... This is impossible..." Marin murmured in a low voice, tears flashing in her eyes. She knew that everything Dacus said was correct, so correct that she couldn't even find any point to refute it.

Yelian clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white, anger and despair intertwined. His body was shaking constantly. Like other Asur, he was crushed by Dacus's words.

After hearing what Dacus said, Isharion had no intention of getting up from the ground. He lay there blankly, looking at the sky.

Seraphim sat there from beginning to end without any movement, but his eyes became dull, confused, and bewildered. He was like being bitten by magic, and his already old face became even older and haggard.

Fenrir looked at Sarir opposite him. He wanted to seek something from Sarir. Sarir, who noticed his gaze, looked at him with an indifferent, calm, and a hint of pity. He closed his eyes in pain, and the moment he looked into Salir's eyes, he understood.

Finubar covered his face with his hands, hiding his depressed expression. He knew that everything was over. Dakwus' words, like a heavy hammer, smashed everything and turned everything into powder. When the cruel facts were revealed, the thousand-year-old planning of the family and faction became a joke.

Even if he left Athel Loren alive and left Elsin Alvin, Dakwus' words would always echo in his mind like a nightmare. If one day, he was really chosen by the parliament as the Phoenix King, even if he had the fire avoidance spell, would he dare to step into the holy fire and blaspheme the gods again?

The reactions of the Asrai were equally intense and their moods were equally complicated. Some people bowed their heads in contemplation, struggling fiercely in their hearts, while others had flickering eyes, not knowing how to deal with this sudden shock. Their trust in Asur became shaky. They had hoped to find a balance in this debate, but Dacus' words tore their hearts apart completely.

After what happened yesterday and today, their pain was no less than Asur's. Their hearts were full of contradictions and struggles. They felt that they were forced to stand at an unavoidable crossroads. The faith of the past and the hope of the future became blurred at this moment.

The mocking laughter of the Duruchi had long disappeared, replaced by a solemn and dignified look. Their expressions became serious, lost, and a complex emotion was revealed in their eyes. They had been with Dacus for a long time, but Dacus had never said these words to them, and when talking about these things, Dacus rarely expressed his own opinions.

Now... although Dacus' words were in their favor, they were heartbreaking, but they not only hurt Asur's heart, but also hurt their hearts, and also revealed the struggle and pain deep in their hearts, as if they were shouldering some kind of inescapable fate.

Gilead sat there slumped, his face covered with his hands in pain. At this moment, he no longer had any respect for his family and past glory, only an unspeakable sense of shame. Dacus was right. His ancestors blasphemed and mocked the gods. Perhaps everything that happened later was triggered by the moment when his ancestors used the fire avoidance spell to step into the holy fire.

Asanok looked up at the sky, looking at the extremely dazzling and glaring sun. At this moment, he felt guilty. He thought of his cousin, Barshana, who blasphemed the gods. His cousin, the fifth Phoenix King, was also the same. Perhaps it was really like what Dacus said, a false king.

The Anil who sat there and did not participate in it also suffered a huge mental shock. The whole open space was dead silent. Except for Duruchi, the elves were struggling in their hearts. They were full of despair and helplessness when they re-examined their history and beliefs. The glory and faith of the past were subverted in Dacus' words. They didn't know how to continue to believe in everything they insisted on.

In this shock, Dacus' figure looked particularly tall and cold. He stood there like a ruthless judge, exposing all the crimes and lies to the sun.

He was very satisfied with his performance. He had taken control of the situation. There was no better way to kill someone. The previous quarrel was more like the two sides wearing armor and slashing each other with blunt knives. It seemed tragic and lively, but in fact, no one could do anything to the other. However, he was different. Just like Cowell using the duel sword, he found the entry point and stabbed the duel sword, known as a rogue weapon, into it. The powerful blow penetrated the armor and pierced into the core.

Then he turned away, with his hands behind his back, and walked to the side of Renn, who seemed to be unperturbed. He exchanged glances with Renn, who looked up at him, and then walked behind Renn, looking at the drawing board. The drawings were not colored, but were all sketches, one after another, from the initial meeting to his confrontation with Eltharion.

When Malekith heard Daquus's words, the expression on his face gradually became complicated and distorted. His eyes were wide open, and his orange-red pupils were slightly dilated, as if he was trying to digest everything in front of him.

His throat trembled and closed several times, but he couldn't make any sound. He wanted to roar and vent, but he couldn't. His hands were clenched into fists, and his nails almost embedded in the armor on his palms, making a creaking sound. The pain and anger intertwined, making his whole body tremble slightly.

The grief and despair in his heart surged like a tide, and flowed out to the outlet opened by Daquus. He wanted to cry. There was a little blood red in his pupils, but the tears formed by magic seemed to be blocked in his eyes by some invisible force and could not flow out.

The moment he put on the midnight armor, he could no longer cry. He could feel the interlaced light and darkness in front of his eyes, the silence and screams in his ears, and the severe pain and numbness in his body. Everywhere was burning with flames, and even his own thoughts seemed to be devoured by the flames again and again.

Although Dacus was speaking for him, every word seemed to reveal the pain and struggle deep in his heart. He felt that he was completely stripped, and all his secrets and pain were exposed to everyone, with nowhere to hide.

The memory he told Dacus and the memory Dacus told the elves and demigods were two completely different feelings. His eyes revealed an uncontrollable madness, as if he would completely lose control in the next second.

"Hahahaha...hahahaha!"

After hearing the laughter, Kolan and Kesley, who were standing guard outside the door, looked at each other and then returned to the state of the last second. However, the laughter did not stop, but became louder and louder, more and more crazy.

His breathing became rapid, and every breath seemed to be pouring fire into his trachea and lungs. The flow of a little air seemed to him like a knife cut. His chest rose and fell violently, and the anger and despair in his heart seemed to burn him to death.

His eyes were locked on Dacus, and his eyes flashed with frenzy and complex emotions. He admitted that Dacus was right! Everything was so right. His pride and confidence vanished in the meeting six thousand years ago, and that meeting pushed him to the brink of collapse.

He was confused. He couldn't understand what qualifications the Everqueen and the Parliament had to decide who was the Phoenix King? Why could those elves decide who was the Phoenix King, instead of Asuryan.

If Barshana hadn't used the fire avoidance spell to enter the Holy Fire and complete the reshaping and rebirth from the Holy Fire. He had nothing to say. He might always be a good governor loved by the colony, or a great adventurer, or maybe he would really be like what he said at the time.

The fate of the elves should not be decided by a single person, so I fully agree with the wise decision of the parliament. As my father's successor, Baalshana's wisdom will surely lead us to a new era. The gods will also be doubly favored by him. If anyone dares to have bad intentions towards the Phoenix King in the future, the Kingdom of Nagarys will be the first to disagree.

But Baalshana didn't! Baalshana used the fire avoidance spell to enter the holy fire!

The temple was full of laughter and applause, but Malekith seemed to have heard nothing. He stared at the holy fire that had become soft again. He ignored the flattery of the princes to the new Phoenix King and slowly walked to the holy fire.

"If I can walk into this fire with my own strength like my father without relying on the fire avoidance spell, and pass the test of Asuryan, then I can prove that I am the true heir of the Phoenix King..." While thinking, Malekith unconsciously reached out to the holy fire, but a sudden thought came to him, "What if I am not strong enough? Will I be burned to death? What if I die, what will happen to the Kingdom of Nagarythe? What about the people there?"

"What an interesting thing is fate. You never know how close you are to your goal when you give up." Dacus' past words exploded in Malekith's mind, pulling him out of his memories and madness. He trembled with his hands to support the edge of the silver mirror to prevent his body from falling. He looked at Dacus walking in the mirror.

The open space was silent as always. After Dacus looked at it for a while and said he didn't understand, he looked around and looked at those dull eyes. He knew that his words pierced everyone's heart like a sword, and the force after breaking the defense was too great.

"Get up! Remember, you are a warrior!" He sighed and walked towards Eltharion who was lying on the ground. When he came to Eltharion, he shook his head speechlessly after seeing Eltharion lying on the ground like dead. Then he squatted on the ground and pulled Eltharion up, and kept talking while pulling him up.

"The battle is not over yet, you can't just fall down like this, we still have a lot of things to do and a lot of battles to fight." He pulled Eltharion up with force and kept encouraging him.

Eltharion's eyes gradually regained some spirit. He stood firmly on his feet with difficulty and looked at Daquus with a confused look.

"You must remember what our mission is and why we fight. Don't be defeated by the current difficulties. We must persevere for our people and for our future." Dacus patted Isharion on the shoulder and continued. Then he turned Isharion around and pressed him back on the chair.

The elves in the entire venue watched this scene with mixed feelings. This feeling was really too strange, especially when these words came from Dacus' mouth, a Duruchi said these words to an Asur.

"Enough blood has been shed here, and the killing should not continue. Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. This is my promise to you.

Do you know why Flanes reacted so strongly just now? Because his ancestor was a witness to the moment when Aenarion was crowned as the Phoenix King, and his ancestor was in the Temple of Asuryan at that time. Sadly, his ancestor saw Barshana step into the holy fire again. Do you remember the flash of fire in the record? It flashed so fast that you had to close your eyes. That was the response from Asuryan! The physical response can Hide, but some things can't be avoided.

Of course, if you feel confused, you can wait until you return to Ulthuan, go to the Fire Island, ask the Asuryan priests, and see their reactions. Although they can't speak, their actions and expressions will still betray them, and you will understand then! Of course, you don't have to go far away, look at him, he is the Anointed of Asuryan. "

Darkius said at the end and pointed to Gavino who had been sitting there. He had been beaten and couldn't be beaten again. If he fought again, something would happen. It was time to comfort him. But he felt that his words seemed to be useless? The meeting place was still silent in a terrible dull atmosphere.

"Speak up, give some reaction, aren't we in a meeting? I'm not a one-man show, cover your mouths. "Maybe because of too much strength, the whole meeting place was only Dacus who was forcing. After he turned around twice, the atmosphere in the meeting place was still dull. He said helplessly, and it was still early, far from the time to adjourn for tea.

"Who... is the real... Phoenix King?" Bel-Ahor opened his mouth, and he found that he suddenly lost his ability to speak under the huge impact. His mouth opened and closed for a long time, and then intermittent words came out of his mouth.

"Sorry, I don't know! Even if I knew, I wouldn't say it, that's not in accordance with the procedure! As far as I know, from the beginning to now, only three elves have entered the Holy Fire in a normal way. Of course, it could be you, it could be me, it could be your father, it could be one of the people present, this question can only be answered by entering the Holy Fire."

Darkius blurred the question, he was pulling. At this moment, he seemed to understand the routine of the elven gods. Under the high-pressure rule of Asuryan, the elven gods told Malekith that it was not in accordance with the procedure.

According to the reason that he was the eldest son of Molaig, he should know, but he did not get any divinity from Molaig, just like those demigods sitting there. He was purely a wild way, a real wild way. But... he really knew, but he couldn't say it. At this moment, he also became an elven god. Alas, I know, but I won't tell you. I won't tell you, I won't tell you.

Just as he said, there are only three elves who have entered the Holy Fire in a normal way, namely Aenarion, Malekith and Moviel.

Let's not talk about the first two for now. Moviel messed up. He launched a failed attack, and then turned from offense to defense, starting the national conscription mode to fight against Duruchi who landed in Ulthuan. Asur's tragic losses and various curse bonuses made him finally step into the Holy Fire for the second time in 1503 of the Imperial Calendar. This time he did not use the fire avoidance spell, but it was obviously not Asuryan's choice. He did not complete the process and his life ended in the Holy Fire.

Perhaps Moviel can walk out of the Holy Fire again and start a new story, but no...

"Malekith?" Arras asked curiously.

"He failed."

"He didn't!"

The argument began, this time between Asrai and Asur. Duruchi didn't participate, because they couldn't comment, after all, the Witch King was there, not to mention that the Witch King was watching. They knew what the silver mirror in the distance was for, and if they knew it, they could tell it from Dakwus, but they couldn't tell it from their mouths. That was a different matter. They didn't have the courage to face Malekith and bear his anger like Dakwus did.

"Interrupt." Dakwus didn't participate in the discussion, he was moving. When he walked to a position where he could look directly at the silver mirror, he came to Finnubar's seat, leaned on the back of the chair and whispered. Although he spoke softly, the elves responded to him, "First of all, he didn't fail!"

Wow! The elves burst into discussion again, and turned to look at Dakwus. The Asrai and Asur looked at each other, their eyes full of anxiety and confusion. Dakwus' words were like a sharp dagger, cutting into the deepest wounds in their hearts again.

"But he didn't succeed either. You know what happened at that time. He terminated the process himself." Dakwus said this in front of the mirror, but he laughed as he spoke. He felt that it was too much black humor. Asuryan's Chosen led a group of Khaine believers to fight against some believers who said they believed in Asuryan but actually didn't take Asuryan seriously. What the hell was going on?

The elves looked at Dakwus who was going crazy quietly. They didn't say anything. They were waiting for Dakwus' explanation.

"First, we need to understand some things. What was Aenarion's mentality when he stepped into the Holy Fire? He was desperate, angry, helpless, and resentful, but at the same time he had a brave and kind heart. He wanted to save the people in distress. From a certain perspective, the moment he stepped into the Holy Fire, no matter what the result was, he was a qualified leader and a well-deserved king! Do you have any objection to this?"

After seeing the elves nod in agreement, Dacuus continued.

"Perhaps at this moment, he does not need Asuryan's recognition, but at this moment, Asuryan responded to him. Remember what I said just now? He is shaping, reshaping, reborn, and returning again. This is a process.

The holy fire several meters high came out of nowhere and suspended in the air in the center of the room. No firewood is needed to maintain the life of the flame. The flame keeps changing color and burns in absolute silence. It does not emit heat, crackle, or make any sound.

This is the holy fire of Asuryan. It is sacred, the essence of Asuryan, the origin of the elves, the place where Asuryan uses to contact the world, something huge, slow and extremely ancient. As If the Holy Flame is extinguished, what does that mean? I don't need to say more, right? And, as far as I know, the Holy Flame is much weaker now than before.

Shaping, disintegrating the body.

Reshaping, seeing things that destroy reason, seeing the souls of the elves being devoured, seeing everything surrounding eternity, seeing the Chaos Gods treating the world as a plaything and the people as slaves, seeing the huge holes in the structure of reality, and seeing eternal horror.

Rebirth.

Return.

Unfortunately, Malekith didn't have the whole process, he stayed in the shaping stage. "

"Brother, I have made it clear." While speaking to the silver mirror, Daxus was nagging in his heart, he had made it clear enough and done his best. If Malekith didn't understand it anymore, he would have nothing to say, it was just a waste of time.

He would never tell Malekith clearly: You are the one chosen by Asuryan, you should step into the Holy Flame again and become the Phoenix King. What would that mean? The actions of the princes of Asur and the Everqueen were not in accordance with the procedures. He clearly told Malekith that it was not in accordance with the procedures either, and that it was an insult to Aenarion and Asuryan.

In his opinion, walking into the Holy Fire was the best way for Malekith to break the situation at that time. If Malekith walked out of the Holy Fire like his father at that time, the Everqueen and the Parliament would be a joke. If the Parliament disagreed and denied the legitimacy of Malekith, there would be only one result: civil war! According to the nature of the Parliament, it would most likely compromise with the Kingdom of Nagaryth during its strong period and admit Malekith's status.

But Malekith couldn't do it.

He understood Malekith's hesitation and entanglement when he first faced the Holy Fire. At that time, Malekith definitely did not have the mentality of his father and stepped into the Holy Fire.

After that... the admiration for his father, the mother's forced nagging, and the gap caused by being ignored and suppressed for thousands of years, let jealousy slowly sprout in Malekith's heart. In this kind of jealousy that he couldn't get, Malekith fell into Hamlet's self-contradiction.

The saying that if Malekith had gritted his teeth and held on for a while, there would be no such trouble later. This may be a statement from the back to the front.

In Dacuus's view, Malekith's mentality and cognition were wrong, or they were wrong from the beginning. Malekith didn't understand why his father entered the Holy Fire from the beginning, and what mentality Aenarion had when he entered the Holy Fire.

The things that Malekith did were just to prove that he was not inferior to his father. When his achievements were unmatched, he really couldn't wait any longer under the catalysis of jealousy and his mother. He believed that he had already caught up with his father at that time, so he stepped into the Holy Fire confidently, but he lacked a certain core. His mentality when he entered the Holy Fire was completely different from his father's. He wanted to prove himself, but his father didn't.

When Malekith stepped into the Holy Fire, he was already insane. He couldn't wait any longer, and his words were full of arrogance. Just as he said: I am the heir of Aenarion! I am qualified to be the Phoenix King! Who needs your magical protection?

When Malekith entered the Holy Fire with this mentality, everything was doomed. Gritting his teeth and holding on for a while may be a false proposition from the beginning. With this mentality, he couldn't persist in the Holy Fire at all, and the things he did before made him doubt himself when the Holy Fire burned.

Finally, Malekith crawled out of the Holy Fire.

Shaping, reshaping, rebirth, and returning, the first two are steps, and the last two are results. Just like Asrai stepped into the bonfire and became Orion, the two have subtle commonalities.

When the shaping progress bar was almost finished, Malekith crawled out of the holy fire and the shaping was stopped.

Perhaps Asuryan had made up for his behavior at that time? Everyone said Asuryan was a fool. How could he not be a fool? Who would not be a fool? You can't just drag him back. The problem is that it's not Asuryan's character.

The shaping was not completed, let alone the reshaping.

Daquus didn't say it all just now. The reshaping was more like the soul entering Ithil through the device to see the essence of the world, just like what Tzeentch let him see at that time. Tzeentch wanted to drive him crazy, but he didn't. He passed the test.

Only by passing this test can one complete rebirth. If he fails, he will most likely be finished. Perhaps Moviel failed at this step. What kind of black humor is this... But Aenarion passed the test, which may be the reason why he did not go completely crazy after pulling out the Sword of Khaine, and why he agreed to Caledor to build the Great Vortex and finally return the Sword of Khaine.

Malekith did not reach this process at all and stopped in the process of shaping.

Daxus had reason to suspect that the fire was similar to the fire of Middenheim, and its power was far stronger than that of Middenheim. There was a high possibility that there was an ancient device in the Temple of Asuryan.

Although he was a noble, he did not believe in the theory of bloodline. In his opinion, it was never a bloodline. When he comes to Ulthuan, he will go to the Temple of Asuryan with Malekith. If Malekith still hesitates and doesn't understand, he will step into the Holy Fire before Malekith. He believes that he will be recognized by Asuryan because everything he is doing now is saving the world. He has the courage, the faith, and the spirit!

When he comes out... Malekith is no longer important in this situation. As I said before, he is a piece of mud that can't be helped. He will probably give Malekith a knife or throw him into the Holy Fire.

Maybe... this is a world that is worse than the rest. Many so-called heroes are not real heroes, but just a little bit worse. The reason why Malekith is the so-called Chosen One of Asuryan is just...

"What a grass-roots team." Daquus sighed. At this moment, he felt a sense of boredom. He was shaken. Maybe this world was not worth saving from the beginning.

"I'm tired, let's take a rest." Dacus looked in the mirror and turned to leave. When he was about to walk away, he said something strange, "The meeting will be held as usual in the afternoon." (End of this chapter)