Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

"What was that thing just now?" Asselin asked Karauna beside him softly, while carefully observing the ground.

"Monkey!" Karauna said in a firm tone.

"..." The words of his spouse made Asselin speechless, and he looked over with helpless eyes.

"Strange monkey!" Karauna turned her head and looked at Asselin, saying in a more firm tone.

"This is not funny." Wettier, who was behind the couple, said softly.

"Uncle Wettier, what do you think that is?"

"Demon? Echo?"

"Whatever it is, it's too stupid..."

"No! That thing appeared for a reason." Liv, who had not interrupted, said something. When she saw her companions looking at her, she shook her head, indicating that she didn't know why that thing appeared.

"Is this the original appearance of the world?" The walking Malok asked his companions beside him in dragon language.

Skulex, who was walking beside him, turned his head and glanced at Malok, but he just glanced at it, without any intention of saying anything. Similarly, the red dragons walking around had no intention of talking.

Malok shrugged and spread his hands. This was a new posture he had learned.

The team kept moving, and the voices of discussion kept coming and going. After all, what happened just now was too strange. In an inexplicable place, an inexplicable person appeared.

"Destroyer? What does this title mean? Is it possible that this is a trap?"

Sitting next to Chengyu, Dakus thought and pondered. He thought that there was a reason for Roll's appearance, like a guiding NPC? But he really didn't want to continue to argue with that Roll. He couldn't confirm his identity in front of his companions, and it was really too stupid. As soon as Roll opened his mouth, everyone realized the problem.

Tzeentch was telling him some important clues in a way that was so clumsy that he could see through it at a glance? If it were him, he wouldn't have a good way to get in. It would be better for a human to appear than a frog-headed monster or a shark-headed monster.

In a way, the place where he was now was also the otherworld, located between the mortal world and Ithil, just like what he and Malekith experienced when they adventured in the continent of Lustria, just like when he first encountered Shakspati, but this otherworld was obviously larger and more dangerous than the previous one.

The reason why he thought that the frog-headed monster appeared was because he had encountered similar beings in Spikazuma and Chapeyuto, some beings who lived with dragons in prehistoric times, some beings who were suppressed by the ancient saints, and an existence with a blank in historical records. Of course, it could also be human. It is said that Constant Drakefers saw the spaceship of the ancient saints land on this planet with his own eyes...

Respect others as you respect yourself, and respect monsters as you respect angels. He may be beeping, but he will not imagine the enemy as weak, and he is a hero who wins easily. This is no different from setting a flag. He sighed and looked around. He felt that his mind was in a mess.

The desolate shrubbery on the plain gradually rose, forming a crystal hill that flashed with colorful light. Each crystal facet radiates a mysterious halo, converging into a wide, phantom-like strip of material, as ephemeral and fragile as a spider web. The huge growths are neither trees nor stones, but a mixture of both, breaking through the rainbow-like web and growing upward.

The fleshy fruits sway on the rugged branches of these trees and stones, fall to the ground, and explode instantly, bursting with flames and smoke, gouging deep cracks in the crystal hills.

"A scheme to kill someone with a borrowed knife? A scheme to invite someone into a trap? A scheme to kill two birds with one stone?"

As Daxus pondered, Shakspati beside him guided the team to avoid the dangerous trees and stones. The magic would warn when the explosive fruits were ripe and ready to fall, but steam rose from the cracks, which was an unpredictable danger. But fortunately, this was a second-generation Slann magic priest, a powerful spellcaster, who directly changed the terrain and pressed the corrosive steam back into the depths.

Dacus looked over. It might be an illusion or an echo. He vaguely saw some blurry figures collecting fruits from trees and stones, but the poisonous gas rising from below stopped the figures. Some figures were touched by the steam and wailed before death. He shook his head and abandoned his wild thoughts. He could feel that this land was full of hostility. The existence that ruled this area might have been watching the team's every move.

As the team marched, they passed through a canyon full of porous bronze. They trudged through a desert made of iron. The sky was a disgusting green, and glass-like streams were everywhere. There were all kinds of distorted scenes, but there was no trace of living things. There were no birds roaming, and no beasts foraging in the wilderness.

"Well... the horror of this area is endless." Shakspati stared at the horizon, looked beyond the flickering hills, and looked into the distance. After a moment, he slowly said to Dacus beside him.

"What did this area look like at first?" Dacus asked casually.

"Memory fades, it retreats into the shadows, and eventually only an echo remains. When it is buried deep enough, memory becomes confused with imagination. Maybe... there were pyramids there, maybe there was nothing, maybe what we thought existed never existed at all."

"No! Memory may not restore things to their original state, but memory can ignite what once existed." Shakspati's words were so philosophical that Dacus didn't know how to respond and could only nod. He looked at the hills in the direction Shakspati pointed, trying to imagine the pyramids that might have existed. After a long time, he retorted without feeling anything.

"There is wisdom in your words. Don't underestimate the power of memory. I will reflect on what you said." Shakspati responded after a moment of contemplation.

Suddenly, Dacus felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and his mind was filled with images of strange weathered rock pillars and huge basalt and obsidian plateaus. He could almost hear the strange whistles of rock rats moving between cliffs and smell the pungent smell of weeds rising from the fertile soil.

"Is there something wrong with you?" Shakspati noticed the changes in Dacus, but he did not communicate with telepathy, but with words.

"Let's go to the pyramids. Maybe then I can understand more clearly what is bothering me."

The scene changed again after the team crossed the crystal hills. The gray fertile soil was covered with rough vegetation like spores. In the distance was the surrounding volcanic rock plateau, which stood in the purple and silver greasy sky.

As Dacus walked around the towering basalt and obsidian plateau, the sense of familiarity became stronger. He stared at one side of the plateau, trying to do something, or remember something. Almost subconsciously, he walked towards the base of the rock. The basalt was scorched and the obsidian was cracked due to shattering. He looked down and saw something half-hidden under the collapsed rocks and dirty spores. Brushing away the debris, he found a strange black helmet with a mask cast in the shape of a grinning skull. The helmet was cracked, and a huge crack extended from the top of the head to the chin.

A fierce and terrifying battle was fought here? He looked up at the plateau, and all kinds of strange scenes emerged in his mind. As the scene changed, the steel helmet under his feet disappeared and turned into dust, as if it had never appeared.

"In this place, everything is not what it seems on the surface. It's hard to believe anything. No, this is sowing the seeds of failure in doubt! This is some kind of guidance, something."

As the team moved forward, the scene changed again, and the suffocating heat spread throughout the scene like dragon flames. Only the most tenacious creatures can bravely face this desolate area, the steel-like weeds hiding under the cover of rocks and the ugly bugs digging holes under the hot sand.

But unfortunately, there are only plants here, no creatures except for living things. Of course, the red dragons who stepped into this scene said that they are very adapted to this place. It seems that this place is tailor-made for them.

As the team passed through this barren land, the energetic boots and the soles of the lizardmen and red dragons dug deep gullies in the dry land. Fortunately, there are so many spellcasters in the team, so powerful, that the team is protected from the terrible high temperature.

"Doesn't it ever rain here?"

"Storms are made of boiling lead and ash, I don't think you'll drink. Also, would you be happy if I told you that the clouds you see on the horizon are just smoke rising from here?"

"Nothing." Loccia complained as she looked at the black spreading across the sky.

"The worst is yet to come, it's hard to imagine a fire producing so much smoke." Colonia, who had been observing the surroundings, added with high EQ.

This time the scene may have been a big one, it did not change as the team moved forward, but instead became hotter and hotter as the team went deeper. Even with magical protection, they felt as if every breath was going to burn their lungs, and they felt their armor would melt in the next second, becoming hot and smelly.

A scorched earth-like swamp, cinders and ash everywhere, molten lead and boiling copper streams burned everything, leaving scars. Volcanic smoke gushed out of the huge pit, dancing in a fiery whirl while billowing upward. Huge pumice spikes rise from the hellish terrain, piercing the choking smoke, with the tormented figures of the victims carved on their surfaces.

A huge tunnel runs through flames and slag, supported on the steaming peak. The tunnel traverses the fiery terrain, glowing with strange colors, emitting weird harmonies, and echoing in the surrounding hustle and bustle. The heat supporting the tunnel changes constantly, causing the tunnel to bump up and down, undulating like a huge snake.

"Irregular changes, sometimes on the plains, sometimes on the mountains. But it must return here, dawn and dusk, in the transition period when the boundaries of existence are the weakest, it must return here." Shakspati, who had been perceiving with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and pointed to the tunnel and said slowly.

Dakuus stared at the cave-like passage, which looked like an insurmountable obstacle from the outside. But he was still fearless, the immersion cost was here, and the old saying was good, it was here.

"An amazing feat, a black tunnel floating in a sea of ​​fire." He came to the front of the team, knocking on the stone wall and said casually. After that, he looked down at the churning hot magma river below, and then, as an example, he took the lead to walk in.

The burning rocks broke under the weight, and with every step the team members took, the rocks would wear and crack. Sometimes ugly holes would appear, spewing out streams of poisonous steam. Once, when Cowell was crossing, a huge crack opened, the surface collapsed, and he almost swallowed him up. Fortunately, as he had happened before, his companions around him pulled him back from the edge of danger, but this did not prevent him from swearing and outputting as before after surviving the disaster again.

"The ground is too dangerous..." Maranul stopped abruptly in the middle of his words.

Shakspati's gem-like eyes sparkled, and after entering this area, he cast magic for the second time. As strange spells poured out, energy danced around him, forming a halo. At the same time, some rocks in the tunnel flickered with spots of light.

"The ground is solid where the light shines."

"Follow the light, walk to the shining ground, and follow the road."

Between caution and speed, the team carefully passed through the tunnel, and pieces of dark rocks separated the safe zone revealed by Shakspati. Despite the fact that the rocks were shattered and collapsed, the hot gas or exposed magma pits on the ground still threatened them and put them in danger of being sacrificed. Despite the extremely painful death, the team continued to move forward, moving from one stable land to another.

Daxus, who was walking in the front, could feel the heat surging around him. The ground not far away from him was shattered and the pits were getting bigger and bigger. The volcano's fury gushed out, burning the air with anger. Fortunately, the magic that illuminated the ground under his feet did not disappear, nor did it fade into a charred black tone. It was still safe here, and the magic was still illuminating the team.

The road was... or simply put, there was no road to go at all, and the road that could barely be considered a road was not for people to walk on. Fortunately, there was no one in the team.

Daxus could feel the ground shaking under his feet, and the tunnel began to descend. It was impossible for him to turn back as he was walking in the front. Shakspati had made it clear enough that he had to go through this tunnel. Inertia pushed him downward, and he rushed through the narrow gap between the tunnels, the flames licking around him, the heat constantly hitting his shield, and the surrounding rubble clanking around him.

"There is still a long way to go." He said calmly after grabbing Ren, watching the tunnels stretching out in front of him spinning wildly. The floor was broken, cracked into huge slabs with dangerous gaps in the middle, leading to the sea of ​​​​molten lava below. He could clearly see that the magic prevented the flames from emitting from the opening, but the magic did not prevent the smoke from spreading and falling from the gap above his head.

"The land is against us!" Ren cursed, wiping the surface of his helmet with his gloves to remove the ash that had gathered there.

"When we appeared here, something was bound to happen. That being tried to break our spirit and make us fail. What better proof that the enemy fears us than trickery? He can't understand our strength, nor can he imagine our determination." Daqians output to Ren as he walked.

The team crossed one gap and rushed to the next. The stone slabs began to tilt, making their foothold dangerous, but they did not hesitate. They ignored the threat of disaster and the threat of burning death waiting for them below. For them, there was only the goal ahead, and the place where Dacus walked was their way forward.

"Was it the eighth gap just now?" Dacus hesitated a little after walking through another gap, but it was only for a moment. He could not stay here for a long time, so he entered the ninth gap.

When he passed through the ninth gap, there was no unexpected tenth gap. He walked out of the tunnel, and the scene in front of him changed again, and this time the scene was more magical than the previous ones combined.

"Sure enough, there is something, it seems we have arrived?" (End of this chapter)