Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

"Daycha!" a watcher spat out the name.

Hundreds of Asrai in the surrounding clearings repeated the name with hatred and venom.

A cold storm blew toward the clearing, the wind blowing so suddenly and disappearing so quickly. Daycha walked out of the edge of the forest and stood there motionless. The forest came alive at this moment, making a ripple-like movement, and thousands of eyes flickered in the shadows of the forest behind her. Each pair of eyes represented her sister, representing the maidens of Cordier, who were an army from the deepest part of the wild forest.

The tree demons emerged from the shadows and surged toward the clearing, their claws twitching anxiously, and their eyes flashed. Some prepared for war, their faces twisted into terrifying masks of dead wood and thorns, while others were like elves and fairies, their skins green, their bodies young and deceptive, this dazzling array of creatures united by hatred.

Behind them were giant beasts made of wood and ferns, infused with powerful vitality. Some resembled uprooted dead tree shells, while others resembled piles of rotting wood and fallen branches, roughly pieced together into a vaguely human shape. Ivy and lichens clung to them, and many had ferns and brightly colored fungi growing from their hunched backs. They were crude imitations of humans, lumbering forward, damaging and destroying, driven by the hatred of Daicha.

Darkius looked at Daicha, an ancient creature full of malice and bile, but with a graceful body.

Daicha's exposed skin was silver-green, and thick roots and dead leaves entangled her back, twisting like a nest of venomous snakes. Her slender arms turned into spindly branches at the elbows, and her hands were like blade-like claws, each as long as a dagger. Her inhuman features were both exquisite and disturbing, and her eyes were large and slender, shining with green light and murderous intent.

She approached the clearing without disguising herself, not even bringing her sisters with her, who appeared in the clearing with a wave of her claws, blending into the shadows again, disappearing into the trees like ghosts, leaving her alone to approach the elves.

Roots entangled her legs, twisting her calves and thighs, and wrapping around her slender waist. She unabashedly despised the Asrai who confronted her, her green lips curled into a sneer.

"Get out of here, idiot," Daicha hissed.

Daicha's sinister whisper gave Daquus a chill down his spine, the hiss of a snake, full of bitterness and venom, but the words were spoken in the melodious, musical Elsalin language.

Liv, who had been sitting next to Daquus, disappeared, and the next second, she appeared in front of Daicha.

"The king of the forest has turned to ashes, and his queen is locked in the arms of winter. For too long, you have imprisoned the forest, and it longs to be free. When the first rays of dawn shine, it will be free." Laughter rolled in Daicha's narrow chest, but she suppressed it. So many crimes were about to be punished, so many debts were about to be repaid, and she didn't want to use laughter to belittle the lives that were about to be lost.

"Your hatred does not come from you, you are just a container." Liv shook her head first, and then spoke words full of sadness.

"My hatred is my own! This is caused by you! You shouldn't be here, this is the result of your invasion!" Anger was ignited by Liv, and anger boiled in Daicha's sap. She waved her claws and took a step forward. But Liv did not retreat, still standing in front of her, she wrapped her mouth with vicious words and cast a cold voice.

"Your master has lived too long, dryad. He has only betrayal and bitter memories left. His vision is blurred. He deceived you." Liv used her long nails to file the staff. She was ready for battle.

A dozen angry retorts came out of Dacha's mouth, but she bit them all back. The end is coming, and she will not tarnish her moment of victory by arguing with these unworthy souls.

Daquus, who had already stood up, shook his head speechlessly. Liv was really stupid. She didn't take him with her and had to let him go. Of course, this was not the most speechless reason for him. What made him angry was that this time, Dacha had gone from Cythera to Taseen, and these Asrai didn't know what the Cythera Watchers were doing.

However, after careful consideration, Dacha originally belonged to Athel Loren. It was really a bit weird to imprison Dacha in Athel Loren... This was even funnier than the wall between Lao Mo and Amei. In addition, Asrai did not have enough manpower, just like an insufficient number of security personnel to protect the perimeter of a manor in the forest, there were many loopholes.

What should I say, bad, not really, just try my best... He remembered that at the end, the spirit army of Cythera rushed out, and "Night Owl" Zoya led her relatives to resist with the help of Nagarys Shadow Warriors. However, the anger of the spirit army was unstoppable, and the halls of Tal Vana and Tyr Edelir fell one after another. Zoya resisted in front of the last fortress.

After a great battle, the elven army defending Cythera collapsed, Zoya died in battle, and the forest turned to ashes. Fortunately, Aris Anar, who came to Athel Loren, was like a fish in the sea, gathering a fragmented army to harass the spirit army, and using various hidden and cunning tactics to slow down every attack of the spirit army.

But it was useless, the troops were too few... The army led by Cordier and Daicha finally rushed to the open space in Tasern, trying their best? Maybe.

Darkus came over and patted Liv on the shoulder, signaling Liv to step back. After the positions were staggered, he raised the scepter in his hand, just like a marshal greeting a soldier.

Not to mention, he liked this scepter very much. It was a little shorter than Sandezi's marshal's scepter, just right for his sash. After replacing the gem, the eagle-headed scepter with lighting function can be used as a flashlight. He also planned to process the scepter, with exquisite workmanship, metal animal skin, and gem inlay, to turn it into a real marshal's staff, no... a war staff.

After returning to Naggaroth, he will restructure the military ranks, the Lord of Terror corresponds to the general, the war staff corresponds to the marshal, and the war staff symbolizes the highest reward for personal achievement, and symbolizes the responsibility and authority of the war staff. As for hollowing out the middle, putting the written orders, and sealing it up and letting the messenger pass it around, it should not be necessary.

"You..." Daicha hissed as she watched Dakwus emerge, but her words were bitten back as she froze at the sight of the scepter.

Like many of the ancient beings of Athel Loren, Daicha was also very old. She still remembered clearly the time before the coming of the elves, and she always regretted the madness that led the forest to succumb to the will of mortals. She believed that Athel Loren's alliance with the Asrai had only brought destruction to the forest, and she was rarely seen talking to anyone, not even the dryads who served as her handmaiden, and she spent her time chanting apologies to all of her kindred spirits, because in her opinion, these souls were betrayed by the elves.

"I remember your arrival, long before you became Asrai. I watched you venture into the forest for the first time, you were filled with fear. I laughed as your blood spilled on the forest soil. I screamed in anger as our fate became intertwined with yours. It was a mistake...

I have made mistakes, but I can atone for them, and the forest will forgive." Daicha remembered, she recognized the scepter in Dakwus's hand, the thought made her sad, her voice hoarse and broken.

"Who is the forest? What makes you think the forest will forgive you? Who do you think you are?" Dakwus asked calmly after retracting the scepter, as if he was standing aside and talking about something that did not concern him.

"You do not belong here, mortal, you have no authority here, no right to speak or act." As Daicha spoke, she began to back away, swaying on her hips. She let her war form appear, her face twisted into a ferocious witch, her features became broken and woody, sharp and matched the darkness in her soul.

But soon, her steps stopped, and she stared at Dakwus. The Ancients had shared something with her, just a small part of what she could see, but it almost overwhelmed her. She was no longer the same as her sisters, the Ancients had separated her and given her the power to see. At the Ancients' command, the universe unfolded beneath her feet, and she could see everything, even things she knew she shouldn't see.

Her path was clear, the great web of life unfolded before her like a cruel and fascinating tapestry, each thread more complex and beautiful than the last. She could focus on one thread and get lost in eternity, so she fixed her mind on one point: a fascinating detail.

Now she saw that fascinating detail, that fascinating detail standing right in front of her. So close that she could taste it clearly, like blood.

"Do you recognize me? Then speak loudly! Who am I!" Dakwus shouted.

"You are the king of the forest, you are the true master." Dakwus' voice was like a whisper on the wind, full of awe and fear, her voice trembling, her eyes fixed on Dakwus, her war form gradually fading and returning to her original appearance. There was a complex emotion in her eyes, as if she was facing a turning point in her fate.

"Do you finally understand? I am not an ordinary person, my fate is closely linked to this land." Dacus snorted coldly, and the scepter in his hand emitted a faint light, as if responding to Daicha's admission. He walked slowly towards Daicha, every step was full of majesty and power, his voice was low and powerful.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't doubt your authority. The forest chose you, and I... I am just a lost soul." Daicha lowered his head, his tone full of regret and self-blame.

"Oh? Talk about... Lost?"

"I... I have seen this scepter, before the elves came to this forest..." (the beginning chapter)

The meeting stopped because of Daicha's arrival, and the elves who were squatting in the camp rushed out and lined up in the open space. The lords, officers and spellcasters stood behind Dacus, waiting for his order to start at any time.

Dacha's words made veins pop on Dacus's head, and the elves were shocked. He knew from Dacha's words where the previous holder of the scepter had gone, where the magic swordsman had gone, and why the holder of the scepter and his family had disappeared after coming to Elsing Alvin, as if they had never appeared. He had an impulse to have a cerebral hemorrhage. How could Dacha do such a stupid thing? At this moment, he really wanted to raise the scepter and hit Dacha.

"The mistakes of the past are over, and now is the time to make up for everything. Join me to save this forest and give it a new life." In the end, Dacus walked over, raised his hand without the scepter and gently stroked Dacha's shoulder, as if to comfort Dacha's soul.

Some things are hard to comment on. Dacha is in a hostile relationship with the elves, but is loyal to the forest. It's just that the way he expresses it is more extreme and hawkish. At the end of the world... At that time, Cordier and Dacha had gone completely crazy and were corrupted by chaos. In the next era, Dacha was resurrected, but his relationship with Alarielle was not good. After meeting, he often complained about the things in this era.

In general, Dacha has always been Dacha, capricious and unpredictable, a symbol of the other side of the forest, a symbol of an inevitable evil.

"I am willing to serve you. For the future of the forest, I will do everything I can." Dacha's knees suddenly softened and she knelt on the ground, tears sliding down her cheeks, her tone full of regret and self-blame.

"Oh? How do you want to serve me?" Daquus looked at Dacha kneeling on the ground with a sneer on his face.

"The forest is being devoured. I see a wound that is about to appear. The demon that entered our home created a tiny tear. If we don't heal this wound, the forest... maybe the whole world... will be destroyed." Daicha raised his head and looked at Dacus firmly.

"And then?" Dacus asked unmoved.

"I... I don't know how to do this alone." Daicha lowered his head, and deep pain was revealed in his voice.

"It has been trapped here, nameless and bodyless. You can't do this alone. The forest must attack as a whole, not just you and your sisters, but also the elves, lizardmen and the forest, all! Everything that can be mobilized! If you don't do this, the forest will die! The bark will crack and blood will flow from the wound!" Dacus slowly raised the scepter in his hand and aimed it at the Oak of Ages, his eyes sharp and cold.

Daicha didn't speak this time, but her eyes burned in her narrow, broken eye sockets.

"Twisting the lines as usual, squeezing out whatever reality you want? You have to give me an answer. You said you had foreseen all this, you knew our power was weakening, and did you have enough troops to do this?" Dacus's voice was cold and ruthless, and he needed a definite answer.

Daicha closed her eyes, a worried expression on her face, and then she looked at the Oak of Ages, as if waiting for an answer. She did not answer, turned to face Dacus, and whispered something in her mouth, but did not say it out loud.

"Daicha, tell me, what should we do?" Dacus frowned slightly at Daicha's silence. He stepped in front of Daicha, lowered his body, and his tone became softer.

"We must unite all the forces, all the creatures in the forest. Only in this way can we fight against that demon and the god hiding behind it and heal the wounds of this land." Daicha took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of determination.

"Listen, from today on, Daicha will protect this forest with the elves, face all challenges together, and rebuild peace and prosperity!" Dacus nodded, stood up and turned to the elves around him. He raised his scepter and his voice was loud and solemn.

After the Asrai breathed a sigh of relief, they bowed their heads and saluted, accepting Dacus's decision. They knew that this was the best choice. Dacus resolved the crisis and prevented Daicha from posing a threat to the elves.

The crowd dispersed, and the spirit army left the open space. Before leaving, Dacus gave Daicha some instructions. For example, it is autumn now. Next spring, you return here, and I will guide and strengthen your soul pod to make you stronger, etc.

He finally chose to keep Daicha. As long as his identity is here, Daicha is controllable, unless he is corrupted and crazy. But it has not reached that level yet. He can still feel Daicha's rationality. He will use the soul pod to strengthen Daicha's soul and reduce the dark side.

In addition to being the sword of Damocles hanging over Asrai's head, Dacha can also be an executioner. Athel Loren needs such a role. After being strengthened, he plans to send Dacha to other places, such as the forests named Wald by the Imperials. Those things hidden in Wald need to be cleared, and the Oak of Ages needs nutrients and nourishment. When he withdraws his hands, he will send elves to take over there.

That nameless and bodyless thing is not something that Dacha can deal with. Maybe Dacha will turn evil in advance. In addition, he heard from Dacha that Cordier will be reborn in another way. He understood the meaning and directly drew a big pie for Dacha. When Redisan grows up completely, let Dacha serve Redisan.

Spring goes and autumn comes, time passes day by day. Except for not being able to catch that nameless and bodyless thing, everything is developing in a good direction. Maybe it's because of Dacus? This year, no greenskins or beastmen invaded Athel Loren, and the trade agreement between Athel Loren, Bretonnia and the Empire was successfully signed.

The elves and forest spirits dispersed, and the woodland lords returned to their respective territories. Some of the Duruchi followed the "Hookblade" Seonlan to Artives, where they not only experienced the winter that was similar to Naggaroth, but also trained. Some of the Aenil chose to go to Fir Darrick to have in-depth exchanges with the war dancers there. Most of the elven spellcasters chose to go to the Flowing Water Palace to learn magical knowledge. Some chose to go to Tegovan, where they needed Dess to help them build some equipment.

And Darkus chose to go to Tegovan. He asked Dess to help modify Walter's hammer. Dess was stunned for a moment after receiving the hammer. After Dess came to his senses, he said to him: In the hammer I felt the power of destiny, it was strange and difficult to describe in words.

He shrugged and replied to Dais, "There is no way, there are some things that are really impossible to say." He couldn't tell Dais how awesome those people he killed with his hammer would be in the future, so awesome that the hammer that opened them was filled with the power of fate.

In addition, he gave a doomsday anvil to Dais, but Dais did not choose to accept it. Instead, he chose to study it and strengthen it, allowing him to take the strengthened doomsday anvil back to the New World.

He later became active with Turgovan and Phil Daric, learning archery under the tutelage of the sisters Kerillian, Kalauna, and Twilight, and melee combat skills under the tutelage of Vetier.

Many things happened in the winter of this year, such as the battle between elves, humans and dwarves against the great demon Tzeentch, and finally Eltharion completed the final blow. The red dragons launched a devastating attack on Zal Nagrond and so on, causing heavy damage to the Zal dwarves.

On the first day of spring, the elves and spirits gathered in the open space again for a regular meeting. When the meeting was over, they did not disperse, but headed towards Wendrich.

The Grismeri River separates Windrich and Tasern, but is connected to each other by a bridge known as the Bird Bridge. The Bird Bridge is a huge suspension bridge located at the node of the spiritual network. Thousands of birds hover over here, lifted by strong updrafts, and hundreds of bird visitors perch on the bridge's elegant white towers. Above, there are giant eagles and fighting falcons flying over from time to time.

This place is very magical, and it is obviously not a creation of the elves. The Asrais said that this bridge had already appeared when they first came here. Miraculously, Darkus discovered the stone slabs hidden in the mezzanine of the tower wall, and the Bird Bridge acted like an accelerator for interstellar orbit.

Birds can reach astonishing heights by climbing air currents, fighting falcons can even fly to the edge of the sky above the clouds, and giant eagles can carry knights to dizzying heights. Most of the Aegir's wind that rises from the Bird Bridge returns to the ground as raindrops several kilometers away.

In Darkus' opinion, it's good. The elves will definitely vigorously develop aircraft and air force in the future. Maybe the content on the slate will provide some help.

Xiannos died, in a cruel way, in a desperate way. He loses sight of the normal steps of the ritual because he is a sacrifice and enters the fire unwillingly. The Phoenix Amphion completed the resurrection and transformation through him as a medium.

Amphion is very strange, it is a four-winged phoenix, not the common phoenix. There are roughly three types of phoenixes, two to be precise. The first is the ordinary Blazing Phoenix, and the Frost-Hearted Phoenix, whose aging body will gradually cool down after entering old age, and the heat originally lingering around the body will gradually dissipate.

The other is the magical arcane phoenix, a majestic and terrifying magical creature whose wingspan is often as large as a giant eagle. Clad in flaming feathers that can ward off the sharpest arrows, their true power comes from their very nature: creatures of spirit and fire, living embodiments of the Aksha Winds of destruction and purification.

When it attacks, fire dances on its wings, scorching its prey. A pair of feathered tails leave sparks and ash in its wake as it swoops into battle. This aura of fire constantly surrounds it and betrays its otherworldly origins.

And Amphion is the strange four-winged arcane phoenix. In the end, it is no longer trapped in the other world and becomes Gavino's partner.

Afterwards, while he had time, Darkus chose to go to a popular attraction in Wendrich: Tears of Elsa. But this Elsa's Tears has nothing to do with what's in the box.

Elsa's Tears in Windrich is a huge mist-shrouded waterfall that supplies Athel Loren with a large amount of the Aegir Winds. The waterfall also nourishes the Grismeri that flows through Athel Loren and Bretonnia. river. The mist refracts sunlight into thousands of dazzling rainbows, and even in the moonlight, the falls are bathed in color.

The Asrais speculated that there should be a strange device here, because the waterfall did not flow from solid rock, but came from another space. At the base of the falls is a glassy lake of unknown depth, reflecting the eternal starlight. Pilgrims usually travel here to perform divination in this star pool, but finding the pool is nearly impossible because of its psychedelic mist that permeates the forest canopy for kilometers around it.

The Asrais' speculation was correct. Darkus sensed the existence of the stone slab, which was exactly the same as the stone slab he found in the glacial lake in the Gray Mountains. The ancient holy device provided the source of the Grismeri River.

After staying at Elsa's Tears for a few days, the team traveled south along the Gray Mountains and came to the red pine glade. A long time ago, the dwarves from Desolate Castle fought many battles with Aslay to obtain red pine wood. The last time It was more than 700 years ago that the leading dwarf was shot by the Twilight sisters. In the past few hundred years, it has calmed down a little. One is because of the decline of the dwarves, and the other is that it is really unpalatable to enter Wendrich.

Not all forest spirits can live in harmony with the elves. Those creatures actively seek the elves' destruction. Some indulge in it for pure malice, while others, if free to act, will fight the elves with all their cunning and strength. To guard against this threat, Asrai planted a guide stone at the border of Cythera, creating the Wild Forest, a prison for the most malicious forest spirits.

And then... it doesn't matter.

The eternal forest defense battle that took place at the end of the world was not repeated. The mountain-like Cordier moved, shaking the earth with every step, as if the whole forest was trembling with his actions. He seemed to know his own end and had been waiting for this moment to come.

Dursu stood beside Cordier, silent and resolute. The figures of the two tree men appeared unusually tall in the forest, like two eternal mountains. The two ancient tree men talked in words so ancient that even the elves could not understand. Their voices were low and slow, as if the earth was whispering, and like the wind telling ancient secrets.

Cordier stared through the thick bark at Dacus standing below. He knew that Dacus was the master of the forest, and he also knew that his end was already determined. He knew what his final destination would be, and he was waiting for this moment to come.

Dursu's eyes revealed endless sadness. Their fate had long been closely linked to this forest, but more of it was determination. He knew that Cordier would make the final sacrifice for this forest to protect everything they loved.

Cordier and Dursu stood side by side, their branches swaying gently in the wind, as if they were saying their final goodbyes for the upcoming moment. The entire forest seemed to feel this tragic and majestic, and all the trees, flowers and plants stood quietly, mourning for Cordier.

After a moment, Dursu let out a half-sad and half-joyful roar, and then stabbed the sword of Des into Cordier's chest, and the blade passed out from behind. Cordier did not struggle, but nodded slowly to him. He roared again, and the long sword pierced the tangled fibers in Cordier's heart. The orange sap covered the blade forged by the elves, and then turned black. He drew his sword and let Cordier fall to the ground. Cordier's huge body hit the ground with a dull sound.

Cordier died, but he would be reborn in another way and continue to guard this great forest.

Daquus had no intention of going east. The team had to return to Taseen to perform the ceremony before the summer came. Summer was the best time to perform the ceremony. The army of Athel Loren gathered in the clearing.

Under the catalysis of the ceremony, the ancient tree next to the clearing was rejuvenated, and a brand new Adanhu was reborn.

Redisan was also growing vigorously, and the soul pod was growing stronger every day, but he had not yet reached the time of parasitism.

Daicha was also strengthened and became the appearance of the next era, and then she set off.

Spring goes and autumn comes, the seasons keep changing, Dacus keeps visiting settlements in various parts of the forest, and occasionally stays for a few days at scenic spots along the way.

Tasern and Atives are divided by the Brian River, one side has distinct seasons, and the other side is eternal winter, but the magical thing is that the Crystal Lake located south of the Brian River in Atives has no signs of freezing, but is still a little hot, like a hot spring. Bathing is Dacus' favorite, he comes here often, he likes it.

Similarly, for Asrai who lives in Atives, Crystal Lake is one of the few places where they can enjoy themselves. Crystal Lake will heal their fatigue, heal their wounds, and occasionally Crystal Lake will solidify some moonstones, which are highly valued for their enchanting effects.

He went to Modren. He didn't like the environment there. He ordered the Asrai spellcasters living there not to learn and use dark magic anymore. If they really wanted to learn, they could go to Naggaroth with him. As a result... some of them really planned to go to Naggaroth with him, and some chose to give up and choose to go to the Flowing Water Palace to learn other magic.

It was time for the red dragons to come. The red dragons came to Kavalok one after another with their belongings. As a good friend of the red dragon tribe, he must go there.

Indra, who had some bow legs, led a warhorse that was the largest in size he had ever seen. It was taller, more elegant and stronger than any warhorse he had ever seen. The warhorse was wearing a heavy vest, but judging from the warhorse's leisurely posture, it seemed as if it was carrying only a saddle blanket. He could feel the strangeness of this warhorse. It was not an ordinary warhorse. It exuded powerful wisdom and magic, and its eyes revealed wisdom comparable to that of a scholar.

Indra said that this was the best warhorse in Kavalok, and it was one of the direct descendants of Khaldir, the "Father of Ten Thousand Horses". She wanted to give the warhorse to Dakwus as a gift.

However, Dakwus rejected Indra's kindness. He didn't even get close to the warhorse. He was worried that what happened when Tyrion first met Malhandel would happen. He really didn't need it. He usually had the company of the big guy, and when necessary, he had the "Split Wing" Springtwin. He really didn't need it.

After seeing Dakwus's refusal, Indra was a little disappointed, but she soon cheered up again because Dakwus asked her for some black warhorses with good quality.

Spring goes and autumn comes, and the seasons keep changing.

After spending the fourth spring, Dakwus chose to leave Athel Loren.

The three-year period has arrived, welcome... (End of this chapter)