Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Dusk descended on the earth without warning, just like fast forwarding for who knows how many times.

Darkius turned his head and looked, and Renn appeared behind him, followed by Kerillian, Flanais, and Vetier, but the way they appeared was very special. According to normal logic, they should appear from the tunnel, and behind him should be volcanoes, heat, steam, etc., getting deeper and thicker.

But these scenes disappeared out of thin air, and he and his companions walked out of a one-way passage as if they had walked out of thin air. There was no door, no tunnel, nothing, only the vast sea of ​​sand, and no way back. As the ripples rippled, more and more companions walked out of the one-way passage.

Shakspati's judgment was correct, and Darkius's decision was correct.

Darkius did not play any tricks, because he knew that the physical and time rules here were different from those in the mortal world. They were unstable, irregular, and constantly changing in chaos. If he let the red dragon become a giant dragon, fly over the volcano and the tunnel, maybe the team would still be spinning in place instead of coming to the desert.

With each heartbeat, the darkness became more solid and lost more of its haziness.

A cold wind blew in his face, and Dacus looked up. The dusk disappeared and the moon appeared. A cold crescent moon hung in the sky, emitting a faint silver light, shrouding the entire desert in a faint blue glow. The sand dunes were like an undulating wave in the moonlight, and the sand grains rolled gently in the breeze, like countless tiny lives quietly swimming in the desert.

His sight gradually extended to the distance, through the misty moonlight, at the end of the endless sea of ​​sand, a city was gradually taking shape and appearing. The city seemed to be forgotten by time, standing quietly at the end of the desert, like a ghost fortress under the moonlight. The city's buildings towered into the sky, with blurred outlines, faintly revealing an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

"Is that the destination?" Dacus whispered to himself.

Just as he was talking to himself, in that short moment, the city changed, and it seemed not to be built of bricks and stones, but woven by shadows and echoes. A huge dark spire, absorbing all light into itself, with weird reflections and mysterious echoes, and polished dark glass panels gleaming in the tower's hazy walls.

The twisted spire twisted out from the main body of the city, sticking out in all directions like the thorns of some fertile plant. Even if the eye tried to fix the city in memory, the city would fade and distort, extending outward at one moment, and then dissipating into a small piece protruding from the black wall.

The elves who came out looked ahead in silence, looking at everything around them.

The elves from Athel Loren and Lauren Loren trembled all over, and what disturbed them was not fear, but disgust, an innate disgust when facing the power of blasphemy and curse. This was a trampling on the concepts of reason and order, madness was given the most fragile shape and form suggestion, and it was the most fleeting mockery of existence and substance.

"The ninth gap?"

The shadow of the dune was long in the moonlight, and Dakwus' figure seemed lonely and small in it. As he spoke, he moved forward, and the sand under his feet made a faint rustling sound. With his steps, the rustling sound seemed to be telling the secrets of this desolate land, but he couldn't understand what was said. He was not a sand talker.

He could feel that as the moon rose, the temperature around him was rapidly dropping, and there was an ominous premonition in the cold air. The city did not belong to this world, but was awakened from a dark dream.

As he approached step by step, the wind in the desert seemed to become low and rapid, like a prelude before the formal performance.

"What is hidden in this city?" He kept thinking, he knew that the next adventure would be more dangerous, but also more inevitable. He must uncover the long-buried secrets of this land, even if it means he will have to face unknown fears and crises. After all, there is no way back, and he has no hearthstone. He can't go back without solving the problem.

"This is something that cannot be described in words. It transcends vision, hearing and feeling. It transcends everything and yet there is nothing. Unlike the last time, this time we walked into a place of nothingness, a place of emptiness where only we are, a kind of emptiness that stretches forever, without limits and without end."

After walking out, Tolandil took a look at the surrounding environment and the city in the distance, and kept recording.

"Okay, my great poet and writer, the meeting is about to begin." Colonia walked to Tolandil and whispered, then turned around and looked coldly at the city in the distance.

Darkius did not rush to march into the city. He chose to rest and counted the number of people first. There is no so-called bad news. There are as many people as before entering the tunnel and as many people as when coming out.

This time the lineup is more luxurious than before. Although it cannot be claimed to be 80,000, the elite are all out, which is quite legendary.

On the elves side, Druki, Ainir, Asur and Asrai all sent out people. Asur must be the only one who came from Beloda, of course, if Gilead and Fieswell, the two who joined, are not included in the list.

Druki's side still has the same old faces, but with the addition of Loxia.

The Fallen Heart Family is different from the ordinary Duruchi Family. It has the same operating model as the Hell Disaster Family. After everything is stable, Loxia can hand over the army to the family members to manage.

Daxus could feel that at first Loxia just wanted to express his support to make the situation passable and not seem so awkward, but he chose Loxia's general with an attitude of not being surprised or surprised. He still remembers the eyes full of emotions behind the mask. Maybe if it wasn't for the wrong occasion, Loxia would have cursed at that time.

But he didn't plan to do anything to Loxia. The Fallen Heart Family was one of his fulcrums for radiating Karonde Karl and the Duruchi Navy. He didn't want to blacken Loxia here, but simply let Loxia come to see it, expand his worldly knowledge, and give Loxia some small shocks.

If he didn't need to control the army, he would have brought some other Duruchi in, but the problem was that the army needed to be controlled and repaired.

Enil still had those old faces, but he didn't bring the two brothers of the Denaris family this time. He brought along all the main characters who had chosen to follow him out of Athel Loren. He gave Enil and the Aslais a clear position, which was to be long-range shooters and magic support, and to engage in close combat when necessary.

As for close combat, Duruchi and the lizardmen were responsible. He selected Ku Jia, Gorok, Kami and Nakai from the lizardmen, who served as close combat fulcrums in Daquus's positioning. Due to the existence of Shakspati, Chakas also came. With Chakas coming, the temple guards naturally came too, fifty of them.

In addition to protecting the Slann magic priests, these temple guards also served as auxiliary soldiers, carrying supplies, baggage, ammunition and disassembled harvester crossbows. Of course, Daquus ordered the Eternal Glory Armillary Sphere to be removed from his advisor's back. Now this magical instrument is placed on a fixed frame and carried by Kami.

In addition to the lizardmen, there is another heavyweight guest in the team. When Dacus was about to enter the rift, a snake with the Sotego logo appeared in front of him. He knew that there must be some reason for the snake to appear here at this time, which may be related to the power of fire and the will of believers.

On the red dragon side, the emperor dragons came, Malok and Skulex, Ashdaron and Kaledel also came. In addition to these four, Maranul's red dragon partners Skarandil, Kudnos, Azogallon, Ibas and Carmine also came.

In Dacus's positioning, in addition to providing high-altitude fire support and reconnaissance, there are also various uses. For example, Carmine can be used as a surprise soldier to kill difficult enemies with strange abilities. Azogallon, Ibas and Kudnos guided the storm and the wind of Aegir at the critical moment.

Again, respecting the opponent is respecting yourself. He knows that there is a price for him to enter such a place, and each time it is more treacherous and more dangerous. Just like some value is growing, his threat gradually grows in the eyes of the Chaos Gods, becoming more and more difficult to deal with.

He is almost on par with Aenarion. If there is any achievement, he is only missing Nakali. Except for Nakali, all other chief demons have been exiled by him. Maybe one day, Xia Lashi will squeeze Nakali out and take the top position, and his achievement will be lit up without any deliberate effort?

The rules of physics and time are unstable here, but the temperature that can be felt is real. The huge temperature difference in the desert at night weakens the fighting power of the lizardmen. The elves and red dragons are also uncomfortable with the sudden temperature difference. Fortunately, the team is resting and there is magic to use.

At the beginning of the meeting, Daxus directly focused on the architectural style of the city. The well-informed Kolonia and Loxia denied various speculations about the civilization on the other side of the world. Soon, he got a clear answer that the style of the city in the distance did not belong to any known civilization now.

He also didn't think that the city belonged to the Tzeentch faction. Maybe there was some connection between the two, but not that kind of connection. It was not Tzeentch's lair, nor was it the masterpiece of a certain Lord of Change. But it cannot be denied that there was still some connection between the city and Tzeentch. The Roll that appeared out of thin air and the ninth gap were the best proof.

He had a very bold hypothesis in his mind. What he was experiencing and seeing now was probably the same as what he encountered when he and Malekith explored the continent of Lustria.

There was some connection with the blank in history. Carlos had found a certain method, and this method might be related to prehistory. After the cooperation, Carlos chose to betray and sealed that existence here layer by layer. Just like the existence he encountered at the beginning, but the existence now was stronger than what he encountered at that time.

Unfortunately, the information he could obtain in this regard was extremely scarce. Master Ma and Modax did not come from that era. Perhaps only the first generation of Slann magic priests and those dragon fathers, those who saw this planet in the frozen period with their own eyes, knew those frozen past events. Perhaps... he should ask those elven gods.

"The Destroyer?" Dacus stopped listening to the discussion and thought of the Destroyer mentioned by Roll. For a being like Roll, the words he said were all deceptive, some true and some false, but the term "Destroyer" appeared too frequently in Roll's mouth.

The term "destroyer" usually appears frequently. As far as he knows, the weapon that Malekith had in his hand before was called the Destroyer, and Malok had the title of the Destroyer.

"Maybe?"

The meeting ended quickly, and Dacus denied the red dragon's plan to take off for reconnaissance, because there was no need. Shakspati's mental observation was no worse than the red dragon's physical reconnaissance. During the meeting, a constantly changing and distorted illusory thumbnail kept flashing.

He asked his companions to rest around the armillary sphere. There was no rotation, and the characteristics of the temple guards played a role in this environment. They were the best guards. There was no secret code, maybe that existence had sensed their arrival, and there was a kind of beauty of drinking potions and adding buffs in front of the BOSS. Perhaps the existence of secret codes would make things worse.

He decided to stay the same in the face of changes, to act in a group, and not to be like those idiot protagonists in horror movies who were looking for trouble, and scattered and ran around when something happened, creating opportunities for the other side. Of course, when necessary, the team still needs to be separated, such as in places where movement is restricted. He made a plan for this, dividing the team of 100 people into four combat groups and designing a set of hand gestures that everyone could understand.

The team came to the outskirts of the city without any obstacles. They did not encounter any poisonous scorpions that suddenly emerged from the sand, nor did they encounter any huge sandworms with huge suction cups, nor did they encounter the existence of holy titans and sphinxes.

The city had walls, but they were broken, and a crack that could accommodate Kami to pass through appeared in front of the team.

For the first time, Daquus saw the existence of creatures in this field, but this creature was not what he wanted to see.

The scavenger birds perched on the statues and broken arches, watching the team, their eyes were gloomy and malicious, expecting something terrible to happen. A bird cackled, and the others followed suit, as if singing an ancient and creepy elegy, and each sound seemed to be striking a string deep in the hearts of the team members.

But soon, the scavenger birds stopped calling, and they didn't even have a chance to fly away. The archers in the team didn't have that much patience.

The wind whistled past Dacus' ears, bringing a biting chill, as if some invisible malice was approaching. He looked up at the towering pillars, which looked even more dilapidated in the moonlight, with traces of time on their surfaces. There seemed to be whispers mixed in the sound of the wind, and those invisible voices came from all directions, making the entire ruins whisper, telling an unknown past.

Ryan bent down and picked up a piece of broken sunshade glass. After taking a look, he threw the glass away with a chill. A pale thing flashed in the dark side of the glass, and for a moment, he seemed to feel that someone was looking at him in the glass.

"Dead souls are trapped in the glass fragments scattered all over the city. If you look too closely, you will be trapped or go crazy."

"You are humorous?" Ryan was a little angry. He turned his head and asked unhappily,

"Do you remember your experience in Lauren Loren? The same thing changed the environment... You know what I am saying." Tolandil said this and left.

Ryan frowned and looked at Tolandil's back. At this moment, he thought of something. He thought of everything he saw in Lauren Loren...

Darkius stared at the statue in the distance that was blurred by the wind and sand. The statue looked down at him, as if it had some unknown purpose. The extended finger seemed to invite him to go to some hidden depths. The face of the statue had long been smoothed by time and wind and frost, and it was difficult to recognize its former appearance, but he could recognize the faint outline, which was once a broad, inhuman smile. The invisible pressure still existed, which was chilling in this weird atmosphere.

He wondered what the statue's identity represented before it was eroded by time. Perhaps it was some ancient god? A god that existed in the gaps of history? An unknown god, a half-dead god hiding in the cracks, a god sealed by Tzeentch?

He had an illusion that the Old Ones had established the Lizardmen civilization on the continent of Lustria for a reason, perhaps to suppress something, some existence that had fought against the Old Ones when they came to this planet?

He knew clearly that in the Lustria Strait, south of Skogi, there was a place called the Dead Skulls of the Fallen God. A series of huge stone heads faced the sea. These stone statues were unattended, and the facial features of many of the statues had been weathered smooth, but they were obviously different from other statues created by the Lizardmen. Some were reptilian, some were humanoid, but most were difficult to define. The eyes were deliberately covered, and the hands were tightly grasping tools of unknown purpose.

There are many theories about the meaning of these statues. Some believe that the statues are Lizardmen gods, lesser-known members of a larger pantheon. Others believe that they appeared later, like Sotek, but had no lasting influence. But if that is the case, why don't the Lizardmen worship the statues? Still others believe that the history of the statues can be traced back to even before the many architectural wonders left by the Old Ones.

"Perhaps... I will get the answer here? Or maybe..." Darkus felt that his mind was a little confused again, and he hoped in his heart that it was the former, not the latter. If it is the latter, this city represents some kind of unknown realm. Of course, it could be both, or perhaps neither, and he was simply thinking too much.

After a moment, he felt a strange sense of oppression. It seemed that it was not an illusion. The statue really came to life? The parts that were once eyes, watching his every move, may also be an optical illusion caused by looking at the statue for a long time.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, he stopped watching and scanned the dark avenue with alert eyes. However, there was nothing but the blowing wind, the diffuse shadows and the ominous atmosphere. The city was left with only endless silence.

The wind in the city is different from the wind in the desert. The wind hovers in the city, shuttling between the ruins like a whisper. It is no longer an ordinary wind, but a malicious existence.

He had the illusion that the wind even cut his cheek through the protective shield, armor and clothes. At the same time, the wind kept reminding him that this was no ordinary place. This sense of fragmentation doesn't just stay on the surface of the skin, it seems that even the inner defenses are slowly being eroded. He straightened his scarf and blinked to get rid of the non-existent sand in his eyes.

Broken rubble and incomplete stone slabs were staggered on the streets, and a smell of decay and decay filled the air.

However, the wind changed again, and the echoes of those invisible battles began to linger in Darkos's ears, echoing among the ruins of the city, as if this city had witnessed countless bloody battles, and the traces of these battles and Screams have long been integrated into the soul of this ruin. Those voices were sometimes clear, sometimes blurry, constantly conveying some kind of information to him, and they were like endless illusions, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false.

The street stretched out irregularly around the team like a twisted spine, sometimes narrowing and sometimes widening, as if it had some malicious intent guiding the team. The buildings are like two rows of confronting armies, sometimes approaching closely, almost making people breathless, and sometimes suddenly retreating, leaving an empty ruin. The visual illusion formed makes the members of the team doubt whether they have left. Wrong way.

In some places, the gaps between the walls became so narrow that one could only pass sideways, and the oppressive atmosphere threatened to swallow everyone up. Dust rose in the small space, seeming to be the last gasp of those ancient buildings. At another place, the street suddenly opened up again, and the wind and sand cut through the air like a sharp blade, blowing away the remaining broken tiles and old masonry.

The city wall once towered into the sky, but now only dilapidated ruins remain, looking so isolated and helpless. Those walkways and balconies that once served as guards and rulers have collapsed into disordered stones and rotten wood, staying stiffly in place, as if they are still trying to resist the erosion of time, but in the end they can only silently admit themselves of failure.

Walking on the dilapidated streets, you can occasionally step on broken stones and rotten wood chips under your feet, making a chilling crunching sound. Together with the sound of the wind, it is like the whole city is moaning weakly.

Occasionally, something indescribable moves quickly among the broken wreckage, like some unknown creature, silently watching the intruders in the darkness, waiting for them to reveal flaws, or maybe it's just dust carried by the wind.

The wind became more fierce, as if driven by some invisible force, and the chill in the air became more piercing. Like roaring thunder rumbling in the air, the sky was suddenly torn apart by a flash of lightning, and the dazzling light illuminated the entire city like daylight.

The brief light reflected the horrific scenes hidden in the shadows all around. The statues eroded by the wind and sand, and the collapsed buildings seemed to come alive under the light of lightning.

The color of the sky suddenly changed as the lightning disappeared, and amethyst-like light flickered in the darkness, like some ominous omen. The sound of wind, thunder, and invisible echoes mingle together to create an unbearable noise, like the city itself wailing out the endless pain it has experienced.

Birds perch high on top of dilapidated buildings, their calls hoarse and sad in the wind. As the wind blew, the birds were frightened and flew up one after another. Their black wings swept across the night sky, intertwining with the purple light shining in the storm.

Purple lightning illuminated the street ahead, casting a long shadow over the giant statue, its arms twisting in the sky, guiding the procession deeper into the darkness.

Darkus stood in front of the team, calmly staring at the broken wall in front of them. The way forward was blocked, and the walls seemed to mock their powerlessness.

"There is no road? Where is the road? This is wrong, this is impossible!"

He was talking, or more accurately, performing. While he was talking, he looked around, and he saw the cracks in the west wall. As he looked, Wren reminded him to look toward another, smaller gap in the east wall.

At this time, the roar of the storm was getting closer and closer. Sand and dust swept through the narrow streets. The air was flashing with purple light. The birds that were caught in the strong wind were stripped to their bones, and blood and internal organs were like raindrops. Falling on the street. The roar of the storm became more and more violent, and the sand and dust swept in more violently, and it was quickly approaching the direction of the team.

At this moment, Darkus smiled, he seemed to understand, and he raised his arms. (End of chapter)