Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

A small, fetus-like demon climbed up the warlock's robes and climbed onto the warlock's shoulders. It muttered and moaned into Vakaan's ears, screamed, and drooled. Vakaan lowered his head, closed his eyes, and listened to the frantic whispers coming from its mouth.

"We are under attack!" After a moment, Vakaan opened his eyes and looked at Urbar.

However, language is no longer necessary.

On the broken ground in front of the warband, a circle of purple light suddenly burst out, and strange luminous runes flickered at the edge of the circle, jumping and dancing as if driven by some hellish will.

A palpitating chill swept through the entire warband, and even the terrifying horses couldn't help but feel restless. This chill transcended the coldness of the body, and was something touching the parasitic grip deep in their souls.

The warmth was pulled out of their bodies and gathered into the glowing circle. The stolen life force provided an opportunity for something to break through the barrier of the world. Like a puff of smoke, the thing burst out of nothingness, billowing like smoke rising from a fire.

It was disgusting, hideous, and blazing with light and fire. What started out as a small thing quickly expanded into a terrifying nightmare. As the smoke billowed, a shimmering body appeared. Its thick, stem-like body is like a mushroom, quickly expanding into a terrifying life form. Its rope-like limbs are separated from the thick body, and a group of black tentacles burst out from the severed cap. Curling tendrils oozed from its slimy roots, scorching the land of Naggaroth with burning ectoplasm.

The demon rotated in the circle of light. Countless small eyes, like the eyes of thousands of spiders, climbed up the stem-like body and settled in the small holes between the tentacles, staring at the panicked horses and desperate soldiers. A boney beak-like sharp blade protrudes from the stem, and just under the spider eyes, a smile appears, vicious, ruthless, and completely alien.

Not Nurgle type...

It is the endless fire storm of Tzeentch, its body is covered with twisted faces, and it can annihilate the existence of the enemy with the fire of chaos that distorts reality - the Tzeentch Fire Demon

"Back off!"

While Vakaan screamed, his hands began to cast spells.

However, the Warlock's warning came too late.

The demon's rope-like limbs opened like petals, revealing thick, greasy veins. When these limbs opened, a dazzling purple flame burst out from each rope-like blood vessel. The first wave of demonic flames engulfed the three Tzeentch Chaos Knights, and even the men, horses, and armor were burned and melted into a pile of wax. of paste.

A shrill scream resounded, like the roar of a vulture, coming from the fire demon's beak. Its screams were answered, and war cries rang out from behind the pink mist. Tzeentch marauders wearing black armor and horned helmets charged in, wielding axes and flails.

Chaos Lords of Tzeentch, Chaos Warlocks, Fanatics, Marauders, Chaos Warriors, Chosen Ones, Chaos Knights, and Fire Demons gathered together and appeared in the city of Grond at the same time, but this does not mean that they are together. Yes, the fire monsters and marauders did not appear to reinforce Urbar's warband, but...

Tzeentch...

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Urbar's eyes passed through the corpses of the slaughtered knights and looked at the rising smoke. He saw the cloaked warlock who commanded the warriors and demons. He saw the familiar crown of thorns. He knew that this was Odwahar. , the court sorcerer appointed by Charzak, he would never admit his mistake no matter what.

He had no idea the depth of Odwaha's treachery, nor the power of the sorcerer's magic. Now he was confused. He didn't know why the defensive magic and Grond's walls collapsed so quickly. He didn't know why those pointed ears came so quickly. However, these confusions are not important to him. His mission is to delay time. Odwaha disobeyed Charzak's order and chose to betray. Disobeying Charzak's will is disobeying the Lord of Change. itself!

"Kill those faithless traitors!" the chosen warrior roared, his helmet amplifying the roar into a metallic roar. He pulled out his long sword and looked directly into the devil's small spider-like eyes, "I will deal with this chattering puppet myself!"

The fire demon roared, and its sharp fangs sprouted from the edge of its beak-like mouth. It is not a brainless deformed creature, on the contrary, it is very smart, and it understands the mocking words of the mortal. It feeds on fear and despair, and so it is filled with disgust for Urbar, like fly excrement staining delicious sweet bread. It will clean up the filth that offends it and resume its interrupted feast.

The burning flames engulfed Urbar, but this did not prevent him from rushing towards the monster whose figure was hidden in the blazing flames. His horse screamed in the blazing fire of Tzeentch, and the rider and mount disappeared in a flickering column. In smoke and flames.

The dying whine of the horse was heard in the flames, and then was drowned out by the crackle of burning flesh. The fire demon watched its prey struggling in the burning, and let out an evil neighing of pleasure. However, when a figure emerged from the smoke column, its spider-like compound eyes showed shock, and it cowered before the vengeful figure.

With every step, Urbar's armor glowed with ash, and smoke drifted from his shattered cloak and robe. The flashing runes under the armor's surface moved like lightning, like moths moving through wood. The thick cartilage and bone protrusions slowly melted away on his armor, returning to its original original form.

He raised the long sword, and the steel fang in his hand suddenly burst into blue light, transforming it from an ordinary weapon into a dazzling blade of change. The roaring energy emitted from the long sword was terrifying, and this ominous Even the devil couldn't help but tremble at the light.

Like a tiger pouncing on its prey, he pounced on the retreating monster. He thrust the flaming sword into the fire demon's fungus-like body, and the blade of change penetrated the fire demon's body. The sword is like Tzeentch's fangs, cutting through the demon's etheric essence.

The devil withers under the sword of the Chosen, like a dried flower. Its rope-like limbs shattered into twig-like remains, and its face collapsed into an empty shell within its torso.

Urbar shook the demon's remains from his sword and ground the dried remains into powder with his boots. Just as he was about to grind the demon's corpse into dust, a halo of purple runes flashed around him again.

The vague figure of another demon began to appear in the second summoning circle.

A blinding light exploded, and Habr shielded his eyes with his hands before returning his attention to the chains that bound him. Stimulated by the terrifying energy, his limbs that mutated a few hours ago became strong enough to twist open these flexible metal chains. When the first predator rushed towards him, he finally freed one of his hands, and then his hand turned into a crab claw shape with his thoughts. The huge sickle-shaped blade slashed across the predator's wrist and chopped off his palm. Luogun landed on the broken ground, and before the predator could react, the open crab claws clamped it firmly.

Habr sneered as he watched the enemy struggle. Then, his arm deformed again and turned into a giant axe. When the parts of the crab claws fused to form a new weapon, he directly cut the enemy into two pieces from the waist and was cut into two halves. His body was twitching and struggling on the ground like a stranded fish.

He ignored the twitching predator, but used his mutated limbs to tap on the remaining shackles, while his eyes were firmly fixed on the surrounding battle scene. The marauders were already engaged in a melee with Urbar's warband, and the marauders were clearly superior in number. Although Urbar's knights fought bravely, they were unable to reverse the situation.

Further away, Habr saw the figure of a warlock commanding enemy troops and demons, and the warlock's laughter came from the shadows.

The sorcerers were clad in robes, wielding serpents of burning red light with their hands, and these spells tore and cut the knights' bodies and armor like hot knives through butter.

Vakaan was confronting the sorcerer. He stood on the disk and cast his spells on the ambushers from a height.

Harbr watched as one Reaver was flayed to a bloody pulp by wails of demonic lightning, and another was torn apart by beams of blue mutant energy. Occasionally, the two warlocks would engage in direct confrontation, and the energy they released would explode in response to each other's counterattacks, leaving behind a pungent smell and an afterimage of mist.

"Traitor! How dare you disobey Chalzak's will?" Vakaan screamed at the warlock.

"You don't deserve this honor at all! When I complete the task that you cannot complete, the Lord of Changes will smile at me! At that time, Charzak will understand that the person he should have chosen is me, not you These worthless bastards!" Odwaha roared angrily.

Habr saw Odwaha release a powerful spell to Vakaan again. This time, the magic was not destroyed by the warlock's counter spell, but seemed to draw greater power from it? Odwahar's spell bounced off the invisible protective shell woven by Vakaan and instead bombarded the fighting team.

A group of Marauders and Chaos Knights were enveloped in an explosion of orange light and purple flames. They screamed. Their bodies were twisted and corroded by the warlock's inscrutable magic. Their skin melted and cracked, and new organs grew from their bodies. , while old organs collapse. The bones pierced the skin, and the skin became as thick as scales. A wild and disorderly change infected these warriors, ruthlessly tearing their bodies apart, presenting a terrifying sight of the power of the Lord of Change.

Habr turned his attention away from the marauders who died tragically a few steps away from him. His eyes fell on the target of his hatred.

The fanatic with tattoos all over his body was being attacked by a predator who was not affected by Odwaha's magic. His eyes were full of fear, but he still clutched the skull covered with patterns in his left hand. Under the attack of the marauders, he was retreating steadily. The insignificant dagger was unable to compete with the enemy's heavy battle axe.

Habble broke free of the last of his chains and rushed toward the predator. His mutated arm turned into a bone sword and plunged into the Kurgan's back, impaling him. He threw his dying foe to the ground, broke his neck with a brutal kick, then leaned down to snatch the ax from the predator's grasp.

"I saved you only to kill you with my own hands!" Habr roared to the fanatics.

But Torku was not afraid. He looked at Habr with an unspeakable look in his eyes. After a moment, he shook his head, showing a sneer, and showed Habr the skull covered in pink swirls and emerald diamond patterns in his hand. The weird patterns firmly caught Habul's attention, making him unable to look away.

"Idiot! You killed that loser because of my order! I am the master!" Torku turned his head and stared at Odwaha's fierce attack on Vakaan again, and then he issued the order , "Now, I want you to kill that warlock!"

"This is not over yet!" Habr desperately resisted the burning impulse in his mind, but the power against his own will still made him turn to the confronting warlocks, and he gritted his teeth and roared.

"Of course it's not over." Torku taunted, pointing a bony finger at the Norscan, "When you finally understand, that's when it all begins!"

Harbr glared at the cultist, but eventually had to look away. His rebellious body succumbed to the magic of the cultist and the hypnotic skull, stepping involuntarily into the bloody mud left behind by the spell.

The torn limbs twitched and twisted on the ground, and the broken corpse kept exploding and dissolving. As the energy of the spell gradually dissipated, a trace of unclean life remained in these products of chaos. He walked carefully around these disgusting residues, not even believing that his mutated body was immune to the evil remnants.

Suddenly, a huge bear-like monster climbed up from the mud, and while rushing towards Habur, it roared with three open mouths.

Habr swung the tomahawk he had snatched from the marauder and slashed off one of the monster's front legs, sending it face-down into the bloody mud. Tentacles of naked muscle sprouted from the brown hair on the monster's back, lashing him blindly.

One of the tentacles wrapped around his arm, binding him with bone-breaking strength. He raised his battle ax and slashed, chopping the tentacles oozing with mucus like wood. His arm deformed again and slipped out of the tentacles.

He grasped the tentacles with his bony claws and dragged the deformed monster towards him. The bear-like monster slowly crawled towards him, its open mouth dripping with mucus, and it kept roaring and roaring.

He raised the battle ax in his hand and slashed at the dense eye protrusions on the monster's head. The monster screamed, its whole body trembling and trying to escape, and even used a huge claw to cut off the bound tentacles on its own, just to get out of the predicament.

He wanted to chase the blind monster, but his body violated his will again. The sudden order swept through his will like a tsunami, and he involuntarily turned to the warlock battlefield.

At this time, Vakaan was already at a disadvantage. Odwaha summoned another demon, a terrifying pink light creature with ape-like limbs and a sucker mouth full of fangs on its face. While facing the dual attacks of warlocks and demons, he found that he was unable to deal with either side.

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Habble spat on the ground, letting go of his control. He had already seen Odwaha's methods, and now, it was time for the warlock to see what a true warrior was and what the way to kill the enemy was.

Blood dripped from Odwahar's gloomy face. He had to try his best to maintain the gradually weakening magical attack on the enemy, and to control the demon he summoned without losing control, which made his concentration reach the limit.

He knows, he knows very well that once the demon breaks free from control, its only desire is to tear his bones and flesh apart before returning to the Chaos Demon Realm!

Servants of the gods will never tolerate being enslaved by mortals!

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a two-horned predator charging towards him, but he couldn't muster the energy to defeat it with magic. He angrily shouted an order to the pair of marauders behind him as guards. The two armored marauders roared, smiled with satisfaction, and couldn't wait to join the battle.

He watched the pair of predators strode away, and then had to focus all his attention again, because the binding circle of the pink fear monster began to flicker slightly, and it seemed that it was about to fail.

Unfortunately, he did not see the predator that rushed towards him crash into the two Kurgans like an avalanche. He did not witness the predator's battle ax cleanly smashing into one of the Kurgans. The head was cut off from the neck as neatly as cutting off a flower stem.

Blood splattered the second Kurgan's face, blinding him, and as he staggered back, Habr stabbed him through the chest with his blade-like arms, burrowing deep beneath his ribs and tearing out his lungs. and heart. When he was dying, he tried to launch a final attack, but Habr easily swung his ax and knocked away the mace in his hand. Then Habr slammed the corner of his head into his face, smashing his facial features. It turned into a pile of bloody pulp.

Habr tossed the torn Kurgan body aside and stared angrily at the robed warlock. Letting out a furious roar, he charged at the warlock.

Fear appeared in Odwahana's wide eyes, and he hesitated for a moment, not knowing which danger he should deal with first. A bloodcurdling howl of joy echoed across the battlefield as he had to untie the demon and turn to face Harbr.

No matter what you choose, it's too late.

Habr's mutated arm slashed down like a scythe, slashing hard into the warlock's shoulder. Odwaha's arm was detached from the shoulder joint, with only a smooth tendon hanging on his side. The warlock in severe pain released a wave of red light, knocking him away and falling heavily to the ground.

Habr coughed up a mouthful of blood and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth in disgust. After seeing Odwaha turning around and running away, he stood up with difficulty, feeling the broken ribs rubbing against each other. Disgust turned to grim laughter as he saw the warlock scurrying back in disarray, with the freed demon hot on his heels.

Odwahar devoted his remaining power to dealing with these monsters, trying to drive the demons back to the realm of gods and ghosts.

Harbur gripped the axe tightly, then pulled his arm back. With great force, he hurled the heavy broadsword across the distance between the warlock and the marauder. The brutal blade smashed into Odwaha's back, bringing a shower of blood. The warlock's body was pierced by the axe, and he collapsed heavily to the ground.

A shimmering purple mist appeared between the fallen warlock and the demon, and the monsters roared and raged, but did not try to pass through the barrier. They slowly became blurry, shadowy, and after a moment, only a sickening stench reminded the world of their brief intrusion.

Vakaan hovered above the fallen Odwaha on his flying disc, and he waved his hand, and the mist he summoned disappeared. He pointed coldly at the injured warlock, staring at him mercilessly.

The glory of defeating the traitor does not belong to the demons, but to mortals.

At Vakaan's command, a twisted mass of chaos slowly crawled closer on the battlefield. The bear-like abomination seethed and churned in its evil growth, but somewhere in its mutated mind, beneath its mad animal unconsciousness, it recognized the man whose magic had turned it into such a miserable state.

Harbur felt sick to his stomach as he watched the disgusting deformity take its revenge. In contrast, being ravaged by those demons might be a better ending?

Harbur turned away from the terrible sight and fell to his knees. Pain devoured his consciousness like a flame, and his throat emitted a low gasp, black blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth, and his heart seemed to be consumed by flames. Scarlet spots of light flickered before his eyes, and his last thought was: dying as a slave to others is a disgusting ending.

However, he did not faint, and his blurred vision was blurred but never completely lost focus.

Just when he thought he was about to be swallowed by despair, he saw a group of vague figures emerging from the fog on the street not far away. He blinked his eyes that were stung by blood and sweat, and forced himself to see clearly.

It was a group of warriors riding on monsters. Those monsters were twisted, huge, and had strange biological characteristics. One of them was the largest. He had seen these monsters before. Last night, he was almost killed by these monsters and the knights on their backs. And the one on the huge figure was an even more terrifying warrior. As a warrior, he could feel the horror of that warrior.

He watched the terrifying warrior blow the horn and watched the huge monster roar.

When the group of figures started charging, the earth trembled, like a violent torrent rushing towards the battlefield. Their bodies were covered with black armor, and their helmets were inlaid with scarlet spots of light. Every step of the monster brought a heart-pounding impact.

Habul's body trembled as the figure approached, but at this moment, a strange power surged in his body.

The power was like a weak warm current at first, flowing through his body, and then it became majestic, like a raging tide washing over his limbs. He let out a low, hoarse gasp, and his palms unconsciously clenched into fists, his nails piercing deep into his palms, blood dripping, but was swallowed by the surging power. It seemed as if a ball of fire was burning in his chest, beating wildly with his heart.

A low and majestic voice sounded in his mind, shaking his consciousness like thunder.

"Leave here."

Habul's eyes suddenly widened, the voice was like an order, and like a warning. He couldn't tell where the voice came from, as if it came from all directions, and as if it came directly from the depths of his soul. This was completely different from when he was controlled by the fanatics. This voice had an irresistible power that made him almost subconsciously want to obey.

"Leave here." The voice sounded again, with unquestionable determination.

Habul struggled to stand up, but his body was still as heavy as lead. However, the force gradually took control of his limbs, causing him to climb up from the ground little by little. The pain was still as clear as a knife, but he felt that he was being pushed forward by some invisible force, driving him to take steps.

On the street, the charging figures were approaching. Their weapons flashed coldly in the moonlight, and the roaring monsters were chilling.

Habul did not look, but turned around and staggered to the end of the street. Every step seemed to be a race with death, and every breath was mixed with a game of life and death.

He didn't know where he was going, nor did he know who the voice came from, but the surging power and the voice in his ears seemed to lead him through the darkness and into an unknown future. (End of this chapter)