Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Our troops are unimpeded, unimpeded.

The temporary team passed through the city gate smoothly under the guidance and attention of the reinforcements of Druki, and then the cold lizards stepped onto the stone streets of the Black Ark. The team moved quickly and kept moving.

When the team turned the corner and entered the square full of pleasure places, the square was still shrouded in a hazy mist, and silk curtains covered everything. Looking at everything around him, Dakuus felt uneasy, as if he had entered a terrifying theme park.

There was no drunk Druki on the street, and the light in the pleasure place could not illuminate anyone, as if all the people disappeared in an instant. But he knew that this was just an illusion. In fact, the Druki who had been having fun before, regardless of men or women, were all involved in the battle.

"Get out!" Witzlin, who was at the front of the team, waved his hand and shouted.

Druki was gone, but the slaves were still there, a bunch of slaves crouched at the door of the building and cowered, and some slaves standing on the street ready to do something also made way after seeing the rapid movement of the Cold Lizard War Group. When the team passed by, most of the slaves lowered their heads in fear.

After Dakuus looked at the slaves with an evaluating eye, he turned his eyes to other places. Under the guidance of Wizzlin, the team passed through a series of shadowy alleys, and the balconies and awnings of the pleasure place formed a dense cover above. He felt a figure flashing in the corner of his eye, and he turned his head to check the roof, but he saw nothing.

He glanced at Ryan, who was also looking in that direction. When Ryan felt his eyes turn around, he nodded to Ryan. He was sure that something must have flashed there just now, and the feeling of being watched became stronger as he continued to move forward.

"Maybe there is no chance?" After muttering, he ignored it.

He was not stupid. The Temple of Evil was controlled by the Hell's Disaster Family, but not all Druki submitted to the rule of the Hell's Disaster Family. The internal forces were mixed, and there were too many ambitious people active on the Black Ark.

He knew the logic of Druki's operation too well, and he would not give those Druki a chance. The reason why he formed a temporary team instead of rushing in alone was that he was not familiar with the bottom of the Temple of Evil and prevented possible drownings, and also prevented Druki from jumping out.

In the end, the suspicious Druki did not jump out. The maze of stone streets converged into a wide square with a statue in the center. The Temple of Evil was once the city of Nagarys, a fiefdom awarded by Malekith to the Helban family, retaining the original elements of Nagarys.

And the statue was Aenarion wearing dragon armor, holding the Sunfire Sword, and holding a faceless demon head in his left hand. Clear water flowed from the broken neck of the demon and poured into a circular marble pool.

"Over there!" While controlling the malice, Wizzlin pointed in a direction.

Soon, the team came to the end of the road and entered a huge open cave. In the distance was a calm dark pool of water, surrounded by a broken dock fixed by rotten wood and chains. The air was filled with a strong stench that made it difficult for them to breathe.

Then, a horrible scene appeared in the eyes of the team members. In the center of the dock, a huge tentacle protruded from under the sea surface. The thick trunk was covered with scales and sharp teeth, emitting an ominous light. The tentacle swayed in the air, as if looking for the next target to attack. Every time it moved, it would stir up huge water splashes and emit a deafening roar.

Even more desperate, the dock was full of the corpses of hell dragons. These once ferocious creatures were now lying on the ground in a mess, bloody and mangled, obviously after a tragic battle. There were also some trainers who controlled the hell dragons around. Their bodies were scattered on the dock, with unfinished fear and despair on their faces.

Countless drowned people were dangling on the edge of the dock. These creatures connected by tentacles had strange lights in their eyes, as if waiting for new orders. Their bodies were rotten, their limbs were stiff, their movements were slow but full of threats, and every step was accompanied by a heavy, indescribable sense of oppression.

"Turn around!" Daxus looked around and took a deep breath. In his opinion, turning around was the most correct decision at the moment. The red dragon couldn't solve the tentacles, so what could he do? There were also countless drowned people, and his mission was not to kill the tentacles and drowned people.

With a low roar from the big guy, the resentful poison that was about to run wildly stopped its pace. It was small and exquisite among the cold lizards, and it turned around on the spot. As the resentful poison returned, the cold lizards also turned around under the order of the big guy.

Dacus looked back and was relieved to make sure that the tentacles and the drowned were still hanging around and hadn't discovered them. He didn't want to let Gowrask know that he was here now. Suddenly he thought of something and patted the big guy to signal him to catch up with the vengeance.

"Are there deep sea horses on the ship?"

"No..." Vizlin shook his head and said, seeing that Dacus still wanted to ask, he continued, "It's very difficult... It seems that some necessary steps are missing?"

Darkus didn't say anything. He went to Elsin Alvin before the Temple of Malice set out to sea, and Chapeiuto raised a few deep-sea turtles. He thought there would be one or two on board the Malevolent Temple. He rode a Deep Sea Jig and used the Deep Sea Jig's speed to break through Govorask's peripheral defenses. The result... But he could also understand that the Deep Sea Jig was at the top of the biological chain underwater. , but the problem is that Deep Sea Ji is not so good. Just like the red dragon, will it only take the initiative to establish connections with outstanding individuals? Maybe it needs a medium to link each other? Like Serene?

"It seems we can only use other methods." He muttered first, and then asked, "Are there any other secret passages?"

"have!"

After a while, the team arrived at the location of the festering blood pool.

"?" A confused expression appeared on Darkus's face, but he could also understand that Vizlin was really capable and knew what he needed.

"Hat." Darkus rejected the walking barrier offered by Franais and asked for the white lion's mane. He lacked nothing but a helmet. After putting on the helmet, he patted the big guy's cheek and said to the elves who were looking at him, "Okay, your journey ends here. Now, go back and fight!"

"grown ups?"

"nephew……"

"Dakeus..."

Darkus never said what he was going to do, he just asked the elves to follow him. Now the elves have vaguely guessed what he is going to do, and even the big guy seems to have guessed what he is going to do.

"You must understand that only I can do this. Don't waste time. Now, go back and fight!" After rejecting the reality blade that Ren offered, he interrupted the excitement that was about to begin. When the elves reluctantly climbed onto the cold lizard's back, he said to Genevieve who was standing there, "Everything from now on has nothing to do with you. Now, find a place to hide."

A trace of reluctance flashed in Genevieve's eyes, but she knew that Darkus' determination could not be shaken. She nodded, hugged Darkus gently and turned away, looking for a safe hiding place. She knew why Darkus told her this, she had experienced it twice before.

"I……"

"We should obey the orders of the adults, shouldn't we?" Ren interrupted his brother who was about to say something. He knew very well what his brother was thinking. His brother had always regarded himself as Darkus' champion, but in fact... Adults never seem to comment or approve of this. What is different from other Druki is that he is a model elf in all aspects. When encountering a crisis, he will always think of some ways to solve it instead of sending someone to die.

And as the adults say: only I can do this. If his brother follows him, he will be held back. He understands the adult's character too well, and the adult will not abandon anyone unless it is absolutely necessary. Thinking of this, he sighed, but felt a little lucky. He thanked Maranur for giving the Takaia family the opportunity to follow the adults. If his sister...

Darkus glanced at the departing team, looked back at his friends, family, and the big guy. He smiled, stretched out his hand and waved, and then walked towards the festering tunnel leading to the bottom of the sea. Blood pool sewage outlet.

The sewage outlet was filled with the smell of stench and corruption. It was once a place where blood and carrion flowed. His judgment at the Witching Spire was correct. Now dried blood stains cover the walls, and the air is filled with a lingering rotten stench. Smell, the festering blood pool has not been activated for a long time. The passage that has not been used for a long time looks dark and silent, as if time has stopped here.

To put it bluntly, the Festering Blood Pool is a place where blood is sacrificed to Kane. There is a complex mechanism here. The essence of a god requires faith and spiritual power, not other things. Blood is just a medium to connect with Kane. It's useless for Kane's followers to shout. No matter who it is, they have to express themselves and add money, and the best way to express themselves is with blood. Only when Kane sees the blood will he give alms and give strength.

Then, the blood is useless. The blood pool descending from the sky is the manifestation of Deha. It is not the real meaning of pumping the blood up and then smashing it out again. So, you can neither drink nor use it, but of course you can take a shower? Typically dumped after a successful ritual, the outfall is also where all the rot and grime from the Black Ark is disposed of.

The sewage outlet is not straight, but winding, sloping into a steep slope. Fortunately, the sewage outlet was built big enough, and the trident he held in his hand was not stuck. After kicking away the gravel and debris blocking the passage, he continued to move forward. The ground under his feet was wet and slippery, and every step was accompanied by a nauseating sound. The rotten and stale smell in the air kept getting into his nostrils, making him feel sick with every breath.

He swallowed his discomfort and kept going. Finally, he saw the exit to the sea, and he stopped, but instead of taking a deep breath and sucking the unbearable air into his lungs, he shouted.

"Scuba, activate!"

After shouting, he jumped into the dark water. The sea water was bitingly cold, and the icy water surrounded him instantly, but he did not feel a severe cold. He raised the trident forward and swam forward with all his strength. He couldn't see anything. The entire water was shrouded in the shadow of the black ark. In the darkness, only a faint light in the distance was reflected through the water.

When his vision gradually adjusted, he suddenly looked closely, and this sight almost made him curse. He glimpsed the appearance of Gowrask's body. It was a huge creature, so huge that it was suffocating, like a moving mountain, like the real embodiment of the underwater reflection of the black ark. The body was covered with thick scales, and there was a strange light flashing between the scales, as if it contained endless energy.

He could feel that Gowrask's scales were not ordinary scales, but were made of hard crystals. Each scale was engraved with traces of time, emitting a yellow-brown light, which looked mysterious and terrifying.

The scales were covered with deep scars and mottled scars. These traces of time told the countless battles that Leviathan had experienced. Each scar was deeply embedded between Leviathan's scales. In the gaps between the scales, there was a strong smell of decay, and some scars were still slowly oozing black liquid, polluting the ocean.

He saw no limbs or head, only countless huge pillar-like tentacles, each claw covered with sharp claws. He thought these claws were enough to tear the bottom of the black ark, but fortunately Leviathan had not decided to do so.

What made his scalp tingle the most, and he exclaimed "Fuck!", was that he saw Leviathan's mouthparts that could not be described in words. It was a huge mouth of the abyss, huge and terrifying, like a bottomless gate to hell. The mouthparts were round, like an open-pit mine that had been over-excavated, forming a terrible spiral structure.

The edges of the mouthparts were covered with sharp teeth, and each tooth flashed cold light like a huge dagger. The teeth were arranged densely, as if they were an absolute barrier. Any creature that entered this huge mouth would be torn into pieces in an instant. From time to time, streams of sticky liquid spurted out between those teeth, as if they were emitted by countless creatures rotting in its belly.

He felt a little overwhelmed when he saw this, but he was an optimist. At least Leviathan did not have a long tongue like a toad. If there is a long tongue, he will turn around and say goodbye. If he goes forward, he will be a tiger. Although he is also a tiger now, the nature is different. He has no chance in front of the tongue. He is just giving it away for free.

He did not hesitate or retreat. He tightly grasped the Trident of the Sea in his hand, used the trident to control the water flow, and swam quickly towards the huge mouth of Leviathan. As the distance shortened, every inch of Leviathan's skin became clear. The extremely huge body moved slowly and heavily in the water, bringing up strong waves of water.

But fortunately, Leviathan did not seem to find him? He did not attack him. The head he saw at first seemed to be the command system of Leviathan. But he would not go to find that head. It was also a pure gift. Even if he got rid of it by chance, it would not solve the problem. Instead, it would make Leviathan crazy, and then everything would be over.

Soon, with the help of the trident, he came to the mouth of Leviathan. He felt the powerful suction and huge pressure. Without any hesitation, he waved the trident and, with the help of the power of the water flow, quickly drilled into the mouth of Leviathan.

The inner wall of the entire mouth was covered with countless tentacle-like fleshy tubes, which were intertwined to form a complex network structure. These fleshy tubes were like living things, constantly wriggling and making low gurgling sounds, as if they were eager for new prey. Whenever liquid spurted out from the inside, these tubes would immediately stretch out and greedily absorb the rotten liquid.

Deep in the mouth was a darker area, where he could not see any light, only endless darkness and unknown fear. He felt that this was extremely dangerous, the most dangerous place in Leviathan, like a passage to the abyss of hell. He even had an illusion that he vaguely heard some low roars and sharp screams, as if countless souls were struggling and roaring in it.

Maybe it was because he made the right choice, or maybe it was because the previous fleshy tubes finally led to the inside, he went into the interior of Leviathan along the throat. There was no sea water here, so he could only climb up carefully and move forward along the inner wall. It was pitch black and he couldn't see anything. He seemed to have entered an endless dark cave, like a gloomy underground palace. The walls around him rose and fell like waves, revealing a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Where did this come from? Is this still China?"

The slimy inner wall was covered with slippery pieces of meat, rotten bones and pulsating blood vessels. The whole interior was breathing and trembling, as if countless creatures were being swallowed and digested here. This evoked his not-so-good memories. Every step he took was filled with disgusting mucus. The air was filled with a strong stench and fishy smell, forcing him to hold his breath as much as possible. After a while, he could feel the inner walls around him trembling violently, as if Leviathan had sensed his arrival.

At this point, he decided not to pretend anymore. He showed his cards and took out the sword Vizar. After the sword was activated, it shone with a strong light, dispelling the darkness around it. At this moment, he could feel the powerful force surging in the sword.

His judgment was correct. The interior of Leviathan was filled with strong energy fluctuations, as if the entire creature was driven by this energy. With every step forward, he could feel the energy gradually increasing.

Now, what he had to do was not to move forward quickly. He was not prepared to find the core of Leviathan at all. He was the champion of Matheran, not a marine biologist. How could he know where the core of Gorvolask was? He probably went to walk into the stomach of Leviathan. He had no idea of ​​swimming in gastric juice. Moreover, his plan was rough, but effective. He opened the refrigerator first. He had already done this step. The next step was to put the elephant into the refrigerator.

The inner wall illuminated by the light was even more disgusting. The light of the sword formed a strange hazy effect, making the scene in front of him even more weird. The inner wall was covered with digested debris: broken bones, pieces of meat, and the remains of some unknown creatures, as if telling the tragic situation of countless creatures being devoured here.

Just as he was about to swing the sword to chop at the inner wall, the inner wall suddenly became uneven, sometimes concave, sometimes bulging, making him unstable. Under his gaze, the inner wall turned into hills and gullies, became soft, turned into liquid, and then smoke, losing its previous shape. The spasmodic life gave way to desolation, the inner wall turned into mud, the desolation gave way to the spasmodic life, the trees grew out of the mud, stretching out branches covered with rotten leaves.

Weeds entangled the branches, and worms with pale hands emerged from the branches, twisting to break free. The trees stretched each other, and the worm-like creatures clung to the weeds. Bunches of soft, rotten but tough wood rolled towards Daquus like a machine. Vegetation flowed wantonly around his legs, a tide covered by death.

Falling apart, blooming, sick, dying, and then standing up again from its own decay in an instant.

Swarms of insects pounced on him, and in the distance, at the end of the inner wall, a portal appeared. A wet click appeared in his ears, which was the sound of disease in war.

Daquus knew that this was the challenge he would face. (End of this chapter)