Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

"Are you going to run away when we win?" Carlos' left head looked at Dacus and asked.

"Will I die because of this?" Dacus asked a nonsense question, because Carlos' left brain can only see the past. Rounding it off, it means that Carlos also asked a nonsense question. Carlos did not lose, and he did not win.

"Maybe." Carlos' right head responded.

"Maybe not? If you die, then the same is true."

"What did you see? What is my fate?" Dacus ignored the nonsense said by Carlos' left brain, but looked at Carlos' right brain and asked curiously. But he thought Carlos' right brain also said nonsense, when will he die? I don't know, anyway, I will live until I die.

"You should know better than anyone that your fate is not important. Don't you know? You can't get rid of the influence of your master. What makes you believe that your fate is your own choice?" Carlos raised his right claw and waved it, and finally clenched the bird claw into a fist.

"See? A simple plan." Carlos asked with his head tilted, his left brain tilted in the opposite direction.

"Of course I know." After Carlos' right brain responded, he looked at Dacus, "Now it's time to remind those fools that you will help me whether you like it or not, Pinocchio. Your days of freedom are over, the ninth disciple of the ninth tower."

After that, Carlos ignored Dacus and turned around and walked away. It opened its arms, and the scene around it changed strangely again. The wall that was about to appear seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, revealing a winding staircase. The stone steps of the stairs flickered ominously in the dim light. The stairs were clearly there, but every step led to an unknown abyss.

Even more strangely, Dacus could see several swaying windows appearing at the top of the stairs, suspended in the air, swaying back and forth by the whistling energy. Through these windows, he could see crazy energy circling around, weaving a huge net to swallow everything. Thunder roared, like a roar from another world, creepy.

Carlos chuckled as he moved with the wind, crackling sounds coming from his mouth, dancing with the violent energy. With every step he took, the air was filled with twisted energy.

"That fool tried to vent his anger, but couldn't! All he could do was helplessly watch us take away his true power." It muttered as it walked on the stairs.

"That's good, start a war!"

"I'm preparing!"

"Then are you ready?"

"I've always been preparing."

After saying that, Carlos's two heads smiled wildly at the same time, his voice full of excitement, and his two faces full of cruel humor.

In the distance, perhaps because of the appearance of the eternal enemy, or perhaps for other reasons, the noisy Nurgle Plaguebearers no longer rushed towards Dacus in a mess like before, but lined up in a slightly tight formation and showed excellent discipline. They formed formations under banners with bells hanging on them, which made an eerie tinkling sound as if counting, corresponding to the chirping and laughter of the Nurglings at their feet, forming a creepy harmony.

Wielding rotten blades with green ichor dripping from their weapons, the Plaguebearers are a symbol of Nurgle's corrupt power. They are covered with pus, rotten flesh and scars, emitting a disgusting stench, and the skin underneath, which is oozing with brown and green ichor, is almost invisible.

They have only one bloodshot eye, which is still oozing pus, and a horn protruding from their heads, which is a sign of Nurgle's corruption. They have twisted smiles on their faces, enjoying the carnival of war.

The buzzing swarms of bees broke apart, and huge flies flew into the sky. Their wings flapped, bringing up gusts of foul wind. The bodies of these insects are covered with dirty dirt, their eyes flashed a sickly red light, and their huge mouthparts intertwined with upper and lower jaws, ready to devour all living things at any time. They hovered over the Plaguebearers like a black cloud, foreshadowing the coming disaster.

Around the formation, the tentacled monsters staggered and jumped excitedly, their bodies twisted and deformed, covered with bumps and scales. Whenever they ran far away, they would turn back and wait for their masters to catch up. This crazy dance was full of indescribable weirdness. The monster's tentacles stretched out and kept exploring the air, as if sensing some invisible existence, and the fanatical light flashed in its single eye.

Behind the line, deep in the army were six fat Great Unclean Ones. They were the highest-level demons under Nurgle. They were huge and their skin was loose, as if they had walked out of a pile of rotten meat. But they were very healthy and not in despair, which was in stark contrast to their terrible appearance.

A huge hole opened in the abdomen of each Great Unclean One, revealing the wriggling internal organs and intestines inside. They wielded heavy weapons of decay, sometimes grunting loudly, sometimes laughing in a low voice. The continuous grunting had a strange sense of peace, constantly encouraging other demons to move forward.

The six unclean ones were arranged in a 4231 formation, which is a popular all-out attack and defense formation in football. The basic configuration of this formation is... no, it is a 312 formation.

The leader is the three rotten brothers. At the front is Topagas, the eldest of the three brothers. Standing beside it are Skovlux and Pusrignant. At the end of time, Topagas fell first and was banished by Manfred. Then the remaining two brothers followed Isabella and obeyed the orders of Isabella, who was Vlad's consort, at the behest of their loving father.

Standing behind the three brothers is Polagos, the "Stinker". Just like a football formation, he is regarded as a master of strategy by other Great Unclean Ones. It is the core of Nurgle's warband, a fat master of foresight, who is good at leading any Nurgle legion to defeat any enemy.

The Great Unclean One behind them is a bit heavyweight, and they are known as Nurgle's two generals. They are the unhappiest Great Unclean One, Kugas Plaguefather, and the temporary second-in-command Luo. Tigges Rainfather. (Not introduced yet)

As they continued to approach, their voices were low and threatening, and every word was like rotten venom, seeping into the hearts of the demons. They are plotting some ulterior conspiracy, and their eyes sparkle with wisdom and joy.

It seemed strange and strange to Darkus that the entire Nurgle war group was marching on this corrupt inner wall like an unstoppable torrent, with a fanatical smile on every demon's face. Like a twisted picture, with indescribable weirdness and beauty.

It was a combination of order and chaos, an indescribable fear and awe. The characteristics of Nurgle are vividly displayed, and every detail reveals the atmosphere of death and corruption.

But... it has nothing to do with him, all he has to do is watch, OB.

"Nine versus six, the advantage is mine!"

He believed that the All-Changing Demon Lords would protect him, at least until the Nurgle war group was eliminated, for the time being. As for what will happen in a while, he is not Carlos. He has two heads. He has no idea. He just needs to adapt to circumstances.

Nurgle's warherd stirred, and the rusty bells jingled, prelude to this chaotic symphony. The grinning demons, covered with pustules all over their bodies, swept in like rancid sea water, bringing with them a putrid smell and fanatical excitement. When they move, they laugh like frantic children, running and jumping excitedly. Soon, this frenzy quickly turned into chaos. They became scattered and stretched out in formation, like an out-of-control carnival.

The Great Unclean Ones raised their voices, praising Nurgle in twisted language, their voices low and rough, like arias from the abyss. Their hymns are full of fanatical worship of decay and disease. Then, except for Kugas and Rotigos, the other four great uncleans rolled up on the ground happily.

Their huge bodies rolled on the ground, splashing dirty mud and rotten debris, their laughter was rough and loud, and their joy echoed throughout the battlefield. They looked particularly funny as they rolled, their bellies rubbing against the ground, making a disgusting sound, and the pustules on their bodies kept bursting as they rolled, spraying out foul-smelling liquid.

They giggled, as if they were performing some absurd ritual. With every roll, the ground shook, as if celebrating this feast of chaos and corruption. However, it is their joy and comedy that make the entire battlefield even more crazy and terrifying.

"What the hell kind of roller tactic is this?" Darkus' eyes widened when he saw the Great Unclean One rolling up, and he exclaimed.

The All-Changing Demon Lords seemed to be amused by the funny looks of the Great Unclean Ones, and burst into hoarse laughter. Perhaps it's because their thin necks are strained by exertion, and the sound they make is like the wheezing of an old bellows. But while they are smiling, it does not prevent them from moving their hands. They raise their staffs and stare at the eternal enemy with provocative eyes.

Waves of twisted energy emanated from them, sweeping through the surrounding space like ripples on a lake. Then the hen-like giggles died away, replaced by cries of pain and hoarse vile obscenities in a language incomprehensible to mortals.

The actions of the Almighty Demon Lord affected Darkus, and he found that some images emerged in his mind, and his soul withered and burned in front of the throne of diamond and sapphire. He saw an endless stream of torture and unwanted death, while the evil denizens of Chaos laughed and demanded more.

Dazzling rays of light spurted out from the staff of the All-Changing Demon Lord, and the magic was released. They flapped their wings and flew high into the sky. Only a section of their cloaks fluttered on their bodies, and there were circles of purple-blue energy halos. keep appearing. With the blessing of energy, they seemed to grow larger, and their gorgeous decorative robes shone with various unknowable runes.

Raging rainbow energy spurted out, and pink flames and blue flames rushed towards the Nurgle war group. Rotigos raised his knobbly staff and released the plague miasma, trying to block the attacks of the All-Changing Demon Lords. However, the huge energy of this plague miasma was nothing compared to the demonic flames of the Changing Demon Lord. The demonic flames penetrated the barrier and smashed into the Nurgle war group.

A series of scorching demonic flames rendered Nurgle's minions unable to fight back, and the scorching cone of magical flames engulfed the enemy. The plague carriers screamed in the flames, their bodies were scorched, twisted, and eventually turned into ashes. The huge flies exploded in the demonic flames, making a harsh buzzing sound. The tentacled monster struggled in the flames and finally collapsed into a pile of burning remains.

In this continuous energy shock, the Great Unclean One Topegas in the front was not spared. The hot demon flames hit its chest directly. Its fat body twisted in the flames, and the rotten flesh was instantly charred. The huge abscess burst open, spewing out foul-smelling pus and rotten flesh. Its heavy body trembled with great pain, and its skin became dry and cracked in the high temperature, and even began to peel off.

Topegas let out a shrill scream, and the sound echoed in the space. Its huge fat arms waved weakly, trying to extinguish the flames on its body, but the power of the demon flames was too strong, and no matter how it struggled, it could not escape. In the end, its huge body fell to the ground with a bang, and the flames quickly engulfed its entire body, leaving only a pile of charred debris.

"Just lie down like this?" Dakuus was a little surprised, and he fell into thought while watching.

Nurgle and Tzeentch are old rivals. It is unrealistic to fight the demons under their command every day because they have a resurrection CD, but they must fight frequently. In other words, although they are not taught by the same master, they are familiar with each other's moves.

He doesn't know much about Nurgle, but even if he doesn't know much, he knows that the one who raised the staff just now must be Rotigus Rainfather, because only Rotigus can use a staff, and he also wears a tattered hat and the iconic broken horns. The characteristics of Kugath Plaguefather are also very obvious. There are no tattered clothes, only the iconic seven horns on his head.

Logically, Rotigus should be able to block the attack of the Lord of Change, otherwise how can he fight, lose shit?

Yes, lose shit, Kugath has already started to lose shit... The scene is simply unbearable to watch.

"That's not right."

After sighing, he quickly reacted. This is the mortal world, which is different from Ithil. Energy, that is, the wind of magic, gushes out from the north and south gates. This gushes is not constant, but fluctuates, just like the ebb and flow of the tide.

When the tide goes out, everything is fine.

When the tide rises, something will happen in some places, such as Lustria, Ivrys and other places where demons will spawn. When the tide rises to the extreme, it is the dusk tide or some special events. He remembered that there was a period of time in Lustria when the sky was completely dark and demons appeared continuously. There was once a Khorne demon in Ivrys.

In theory, the combat effectiveness of demons in Ithil is 100%, and there is energy for them to squander. Demons who come to the mortal world must rely on energy to support and maintain. When the energy around is not enough, they will only face decomposition and exile.

Under normal circumstances, they cannot exert their full combat effectiveness.

This situation has never existed before. After the establishment of the Great Vortex, the mortal world does not have so much energy to maintain the appearance of so many demons. This is too exaggerated. Unless it is a special environment, it can only appear under extreme circumstances. The situation of this Leviathan is quite special. It is an energy black hole with a lot of energy in its body.

Now, it is known that there is no energy outside Leviathan, but the energy inside is fixed, unless something unexpected happens outside.

There is a reason why the wind of magic is called wind, not fog or water. Spells and demons will consume the wind of magic, instead of decomposing and reshaping it. If it continues to accumulate in the original place, the world will be like full of gas and explode at any time.

After thinking about it, Dacus looked at the sword in his hand. Vizshal is the sword of God, there is no doubt about it. But most places in the mortal world cannot play the maximum value of the sword of God. The wind of magic in a place is limited, and the power of the sword of God has a peak, just like the ebb and flow of the tide. Unless it is at the spiritual vein node or in a special environment like Athel Loren, the energy is continuously supplied. The most suitable place for the sword of God to play is undoubtedly in Isil.

He was sure that the sword of God had reached its peak just now, otherwise it would not be able to kill a demon with one sword and a big demon with two swords, but he was not sure whether the sword of God had begun to slip now. The energy burning on the sword body seemed to be no different from before? If that were the case, he would be in big trouble. The Lord of Change could fly. It was stupid to hit high and low. The number of Great Unclean Ones was small to begin with. After being suppressed, they would be more passive. Failure was only a matter of time.

At that time, the Lord of Change would inevitably turn his attention to him. He might end his days of freedom one day as Carlos's right brain said. He might really be the ninth disciple of the Ninth Tower.

However, he didn't think that Tzeentch would take him away now. After all, his benefits in the mortal world were much better than those in Ithil. But if he wasn't taken away, it didn't mean that Vizar wouldn't be taken away. After all, the lethality of the Excalibur was too great, and Tzeentch's nature was there.

He couldn't accept Vizar being taken away. It was like the five crone swords that could kill Slaanesh together. The last one was as ironic and black humorous in Slaanesh. Asuryan and Molayeg had no fingers that were enough to be beaten by him like this...

He stopped thinking because he noticed that the energy of the Excalibur seemed to have weakened? He was not sure, he didn't know whether it was a psychological effect or a real thing. But this was good news for him, and he turned his attention back to the battlefield.

The Lords of Change laughed even more wildly when they saw Topegas fall. Their staffs waved in the air, and the rainbow-like energy gathered around them again. This time, the energy fluctuations were more violent, the colors were more colorful, and the whole space was shaking. The figures of each Lord of Change twisted and changed in the air, sometimes huge, sometimes as small as dust.

As the ancient and evil spells were chanted from their mouths, the second wave of attack began.

Twisted energy beams gushed out from the top of their staffs, sweeping across the Nurgle war group like a storm. Blue demonic flames and purple lightning intertwined and turned into a torrent of destruction.

Faced with this powerful offensive, the remaining Great Unholy also responded quickly. They no longer rolled, but formed a formation to move forward in coordination. Their huge figures were like moving fortresses, and the entire inner wall trembled with every step they took. Rotigus waved the warty staff, chanting a spell full of decay and death. The black and green plague fog gushed out from the top of the staff and quickly spread in the air, competing with the energy fluctuations of the ever-changing demons.

For a moment, the sky above the battlefield became colorful. The demon flames and the poisonous fog met in the air, bursting out with dazzling light and strong stench. The green plague poisonous fog was like a living entity, quickly wrapping up the oncoming energy beam and swallowing it up. And the power of some demon flames was too strong. The poisonous fog hissed when it came into contact with those blue flames and was quickly burned to ashes.

Seeing this scene, Rotigus laughed, and then increased his strength, and the green light at the top of the staff became more and more dazzling. Every time the staff was waved, a huge cloud of poisonous fog would gush out, constantly resisting the offensive of the ever-changing demons.

However, the attacks of the Lords of Change were like an endless torrent, wave after wave, making the Great Unclean Ones exhausted, and the situation was deadlocked for a while.

The Lords of Change are symbols of change, so their movements are usually irregular and have no fixed path.

There is a reason why Kugath is behind the formation. It knows the Lords of Change too well. It may be stimulated by Rotigus. Its two fat hands are busy, and it throws a lot of shit in one breath to block the flight path of Ajik. These shits look ordinary, but they contain powerful energy. In fact, they are Nurglings...

These Nurglings are all hatched from plague barrels. They are not only servants of Kugath, but also ammunition. These reluctant projectiles burst in the impact, soaking the target with liquid full of germs. Therefore, the blessed shit exploded in the air like an anti-aircraft gun shell, exuding a corrupt smell.

The flying slammed into Ajik's gleaming skin, bursting and shattering in an instant, knocking it back in the air. Then he swung his staff and slammed the nonexistent ground under his feet.

Like a rocket launch, a stream of purple flames gushed out, gushing upward along an invisible path. When the demonic flames reached the mark of Tzeentch, the demonic flames gushed out in a colorful vortex, dousing the flying thrown by Kugath, making the flying polluted with colorful hues.

Ajik screamed and pulled up, blocking the moonlight that did not exist here, and it absorbed the pouring demonic flames. Then it made a bird-like cry, and the energy bent into a new shape, shaping the energy into molten metal.

When the flying slammed again, it had completed the transformation of the energy, and a gorgeous robe with shining scales appeared on its body. The shining robe looked particularly majestic in the light.

When the Glittering Robe spell took shape, it drew the demonic flames from its body, and the hot substance that spewed out slowly twisted into a group of strange, violently evolving creatures.

Each creature was a rainbow of colors, constantly flashing and changing, eyes suddenly appearing and turning into beaks. Limbs stretched out and then instantly shattered, turning into wings or bone spurs. The group of creatures continued to grow, feeding on energy, transforming pure magic into corruption and madness.

The Screaming Shark let out a series of howls, and then like a dive bomber, it attacked the remaining Great Unclean One like a huge wave.

Rotigus held the staff high in his fat little hand and tossed it tightly, and the black-green energy flew around it like a whirlwind. The energy quickly condensed and turned into a storm of corruption, enveloping the diving creatures. The twisted and deformed corpses fell from the sky, and turned into boiling black-green liquid when they hit the ground.

The battle in the mid-air was extremely fierce, and the demonic flames and corruption were intertwined.

Suddenly, Rotigus raised the wart-branch staff, and the black-green energy quickly condensed to form a huge black-green sphere. The sphere spun rapidly in the air, and instantly appeared above Chararriado's head with a breath of destruction. Before Chararriado could react, the Five Corruptions suddenly broke, and the rotten things inside poured down, covering the whole body of the Lord of Change.

Chararriado screamed shrilly, and its body quickly decayed under the erosion of the rotten things. The feathers gradually peeled off under the erosion of the rotten things, revealing the corroded skin underneath. Its wings began to wither, the luster dimmed, and every part of its body twisted and deformed in severe pain. It tried to swing the staff to fight back, but the erosion of the rotten things made its movements slow and weak.

In the end, Chararriado's body could not bear this pain, and it screamed and fell from the air, hitting the ground heavily. The ground trembled, and its body gradually lost its vitality under the erosion of the rotten things, becoming stiff and twisted. The powerful and strange Lord of Change was now just a rotten shell, which then gradually disappeared.

After the eight of us became too strong, Dacus looked at Vizar and breathed a sigh of relief. He was now certain that the energy was weakening.

At the same time, he also understood why he and the Lord of Change had such a strong first attack, so strong that they took away a Great Unclean One. That was when the energy was still full and the spell was overloaded. He didn't try and just threw a heavy punch. After that, they were deadlocked and made tactical adjustments.

While Dacus was distracted, the battle continued.

With Carlos's shrill cry, the Lords of Change immediately counterattacked. They focused their attention on Skovlux, who acted as a meat shield. Facing the Great Unclean Ones who were grouped together, the best tactic was to peel them off layer by layer. While they were moving to avoid the flying thrown by Kugas, they were interfering. More birds screamed and appeared out of thin air, diving towards the Great Unclean One.

Then they ignored the birds, and the dazzling demon flames gathered again, forming a huge energy torrent, rushing straight towards Skovlux.

The Great Unclean One tried to resist the moment he sensed the danger, but it was too late. The blazing demonic flame instantly hit its chest, and the huge impact force knocked it to the ground. Its body quickly burned in the demonic flame, and its rotten flesh turned into ashes in the high temperature. In a short moment, its body full of decay and death was quickly devoured and dissipated in the air.

Soon, Rotigus' counterattack followed...

(Tomorrow after tomorrow, the market is open, who will the protagonist kill tomorrow) (End of this chapter)