Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

In the darkness in the distance, a vague figure slowly emerged. As the shadow twisted and swirled, the figure gradually became clearer, but it always had an unsettling blur. It didn't seem to be a real existence, but more like a part of the darkness, an incarnation of a shadow, wandering between reality and illusion.

Then, the figure suddenly accelerated, shuttling back and forth in a strange trajectory, as if it merged with the surrounding darkness, making it impossible to catch. The next second, the figure suddenly flashed in front of Tularis like a shadowy blade.

This was a figure wearing a dark cloak, with a hood hanging low, covering most of the face. The cloak hung down, hiding most of the body in the dark cloth, only the right hand was exposed, tightly holding a half-meter long terrifying weapon.

This weapon was shaped like a machete, but with a strange and ominous curve, and the blade was shining with a chilling cold light, as if it did not belong to this world, but from the abyss of some other dimension. The light on the blade seemed to devour the surrounding light, making the air seem particularly heavy.

Tularis stood still. He had never seen such a weapon or enemy before, but his fighting instinct instantly sounded the alarm. The figure in front of him exuded a pure sense of danger, which made him feel suffocated involuntarily. He had lived for thousands of years and rarely encountered such an enemy. His fingers unconsciously tightened the handle of the executioner's knife, and the tip of the knife was slightly raised, pointing coldly at the other party.

However, the next second, his world suddenly darkened and fell into darkness completely.

He carefully opened one eye, then opened the other eye, and then closed and opened it again, repeatedly, trying to confirm everything he saw.

But he soon found that these efforts were meaningless. It was pitch black around him, and he couldn't tell whether his eyes were open or closed. He could only feel the cold air passing through the helmet, and his breath condensed into tiny water droplets inside the helmet. At the same time, he could hear the sound of his lungs panting, but he couldn't see anything.

"Here, vision, sound, and even all other senses are mixed together." A voice suddenly sounded, breaking the silence coldly. This voice did not come from a specific direction, but filled the surroundings, as if coming from every shadow.

"Maybe, this is like a place where light and darkness coexist?" The voice continued, with a hint of contempt in his tone, "The matter here is fragile and far less stable than you think. Here, there is no so-called boundary between reality and illusion. Only your will determines your existence. If your will is strong enough, you can survive here. If not... you will be swallowed by the shadow!"

"Focus!" The voice was mocking with a harsh tone, "Don't rely on your eyes, your senses are still struggling to adapt to the rules of the shadow realm. The laws of physics here are completely different from what you know. You need to recalibrate your perception and adapt to this darkness."

Tularis was shocked because he heard the second voice, a female voice, which meant that there was more than one enemy around, but two... or more! He also knew that he had encountered a terrible existence, and what he was experiencing now was something that Kane Assassin could not do.

He forced his senses to adapt, and some vague outlines appeared in front of his eyes. They were not clear, just rough pictures drawn by gray lines and blurred spots.

But even so, he could still recognize the figure, which seemed to be the one who made him fall into darkness? Standing not far away, staring at him coldly.

"Who is it?" Tularis asked in a low voice, with suppressed anger in his voice, but he got no answer.

In response, there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

The blade drew a deadly arc in the air and rushed directly to Tularis's head. He quickly jumped back and nimbly avoided the attack. The blade almost brushed his nose. However, at the moment he landed, the opponent launched another attack. The figure flashed silently behind him like a ghost, and the weapon in his hand stabbed his back like a venomous snake.

Tularis almost relied on instinct to quickly turn around and swing the executioner to block the opponent's attack. The two weapons clashed with each other, making a sharp sound that echoed in the endless darkness. His slashing sword trembled slightly, but he still gritted his teeth and rushed forward, trying to force his opponent back.

The opponent's movements were faster than expected, and his figure flashed in the shadows, as if he had no entity at all. Tularis swung his sword again, but only hit the air. He turned quickly, swiped his left leg, and aimed directly at the opponent's waist. This attack seemed flawless, but it was empty.

"Humph, that's all."

Hearing this, Tularis was completely ignited. His footsteps moved rapidly in the darkness, and the slashing sword chopped continuously, but each attack was easily dodged by the opponent, or was strangely bounced off. Each of his attacks was as swift as thunder, but the opponent's figure was as agile as the wind and could not be captured.

"Stand up! Who are you?" Tularis roared, with impatience and murderous intent in his tone.

However, the only answer he got was a machete attacking from behind.

He ducked his head sharply, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow, but the blade still scratched his shoulder armor, leaving a deep dent. He turned around and counterattacked in an instant, the executioner's blade swept in an arc, but missed again, and the opponent disappeared into the shadows again, as if he had never existed.

Tularis took a deep breath, trying to calm his anger. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his senses gradually focused. He no longer tried to catch his opponent with his sight, but relied on his killing instinct to judge his opponent's position. He slowly adjusted his breathing, gripped the slasher, and the whole person was like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to burst at any time.

"Very good... Let me see who is trying to provoke Cain's servants." He murmured in a low voice.

The opponent's speed made him feel like he was slashing at the mist, and the enemy was like the embodiment of darkness, easily escaping from his attack every time.

His breathing gradually stabilized, and he moved his feet slowly, trying to focus his consciousness on the changes in the shadows. His slasher was as steady as a rock in his hand. Although his heart was burning with anger at this moment, he still maintained the calmness and killing intent of a warrior.

The next moment, the shadows around him surged as if they had life. They twisted and stretched, like invisible chains trying to restrain him. He gritted his teeth, moved his feet slightly, and maintained a posture of counterattack at any time.

At this time, a cold laugh sounded from all directions, the sound was sharp and piercing, as if someone was scraping a cold metal surface with nails.

"It's really interesting, Cain's servant." The voice fell lightly into Tularis's ears, with a hint of sarcasm and playfulness, "Do you think you can catch a shadow?"

Tularis swung his knife suddenly, pointing directly at the source of the sound, but the attack missed again. The shadow-like figure slid across the edge of his blade like a breeze, and instantly disappeared into the shadow.

"It seems that you don't understand the rules yet." Another feminine voice came from another direction, the voice was soft, cold and strange, but with a chilling breath of danger, "Here, you are just a clumsy hunter, and we are the prey you can't catch."

Tularis frowned, he turned quickly, and saw a slender figure emerging from the darkness. That was a woman whose stature was so short that it didn't match the average height of an elven woman. Her face was covered by a hood, and he could only see a teasing smile on the corner of her mouth.

Although the figure was short, her proportions were very good. The figure held two daggers in his hands, one was a strange recurved dagger that didn't emit cold light, and the other was more like a stone tool that even barbarians wouldn't use?

But his instinct told him that the other party's two daggers were very scary and had strong lethality.

"It seems that Cain's messenger is just like this. I thought it would be a fierce battle, but you can't even touch us." The woman said softly, her voice full of ridicule.

Tularis didn't respond, didn't mock the other party's weird accent in Druzil, just adjusted his breathing. He raised the execution knife and pointed it at the woman, revealing a cold murderous intent in his eyes.

"Oh, he's angry. So, should we be a little more serious?"

Before she finished speaking, the female figure rushed towards Tularis like a black shadow, and stabbed his abdomen with two daggers like a venomous snake. He quickly swung his knife to block, but the opponent's speed was incredibly fast, and the dagger left two deep marks on his chest armor. At the same time, he felt a chill on his back, and the machete passed through his shoulder blade, but the strange thing was that the machete did not tear his armor, but it seemed to penetrate out of thin air? Leaving a scar on his skin.

Tularis roared, turned around and swung his knife, but still slashed in the air. The figure who attacked him had already retreated into the darkness, and the woman was like dancing, retreating lightly, always wandering outside his attack range.

"It's in vain, you are like a bug trapped in a net, you can only struggle in vain." The woman chuckled.

The disappeared figure emerged from the shadows again, waving the machete in his hand, stabbing Tularis's side ribs.

Tularis quickly turned to block, but this action exposed his back. The woman seized the opportunity and stabbed his shoulder with a dagger. Although he quickly counterattacked, the woman had already retreated back into the shadows nimbly, and the wound of the dagger remained on his skin, and blood flowed along the gaps in the armor.

"It turns out that Cain's servants can bleed. It seems that you are not invincible." The initial voice was a little mocking.

Tularis gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the pain in his shoulder. He swung the knife across, but the figure disappeared again, leaving only a chuckle in the darkness. At the same time, the woman attacked him from the side again, and the dagger cut a hole in his waist. Although the wound was not deep, it was enough to stain his armor red with blood.

"Your movements are too slow. Have you become slow, or is Cain's strength not enough to support you?" The woman said sarcastically, with a hint of malicious pleasure in her voice.

Tularis roared and rushed towards the woman, swinging the knife to try to cut off the woman's figure, but once again missed. The woman's laughter echoed in the darkness, intertwined with another whisper, like a malicious sonata in the darkness. Each of his attacks seemed more and more futile, while the opponent's attacks were like dancing on the tip of a knife, constantly leaving wounds on his body.

"How long can we play?"

"Maybe leave a few more marks?"

Tularis's breathing became heavy, the stinging of the wound and the weakness caused by blood loss began to erode his body, but fortunately there was no poison attached to the opponent's weapon, which made him still stand straight, holding the executioner's knife tightly in his hand, staring coldly at the two figures moving in the shadows.

He is Cain's servant, the messenger of the God of Murder, and he will never surrender!

Even if the darkness swallows everything, he will fight to the last moment!

"Enough... Cain will see your blood, bathing my blade!" Tularis roared in a low voice, and the anger in his eyes almost burned the entire shadow realm.

As soon as his roar fell, the corner of his eye caught a vague shadow, so fast that it seemed to appear directly from the void. Unlike the previous enemy, the oppression exuded by this figure made every nerve of his tense to the limit.

"Watch it!"

A low and hoarse voice came from the shadow, as if it had drilled directly into his mind.

He swung his knife across, trying to stop the attack, but the opponent's speed was incredibly fast. He only felt a strong impact coming from his chest, and the whole person staggered back a few steps. He looked up and saw that the figure had approached him, like a sickle about to fall.

"Come on, Cain's messenger." The figure whispered, with a cold mockery in his tone.

Tularis raised his slashing knife and tried his best to block the opponent's attack, but the opponent's movements were like mercury pouring down, leaving him no chance to breathe. The sound of blades colliding with each other exploded in the shadows, and every confrontation was like thunder. The dagger in the opponent's hand was as agile as a venomous snake, and the attack was sharp and swift, and every slash was aimed at the fatal point.

He tried to launch a counterattack, but every time he chopped was easily resolved by the opponent. His slashing knife slashed at the opponent's shoulder, but the man dodged it with a precise sideways dodge, and then the opponent slashed back with a knife, and the blade passed through his armor, leaving a deep scratch.

"Too slow!" The figure said coldly, and then turned his feet and swept the dagger across Tularis' waist.

Tularis barely blocked the slashing knife in front of him, but the huge impact paralyzed his arm, and he could even feel the flesh and blood under the armor vibrating. The terrifying thing was that the opponent's movements did not pause at all, followed by a turn and stab, and the blade was directly at his throat. He quickly jumped back, but the tip of the knife still scraped his helmet, making a harsh friction sound.

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The battle lasted only a few seconds, but he felt cold sweat on his forehead. The opponent's attack was impenetrable, like an endless storm, and he could only deal with it exhaustedly. Even for him who had experienced hundreds of battles, it was difficult to see the opponent's movements at this moment. Every blow seemed to test his bottom line and mock his powerlessness.

Just as he gritted his teeth and prepared to fight to the death, the figure suddenly jumped up, flipped backwards in the air, and landed steadily a few steps away. Then, the terrible sense of oppression disappeared, and the figure disappeared into the darkness like smoke.

Tularis panted, staring at the direction where it disappeared. He could feel the mockery still echoing in the shadows, and what made him even more angry was that he suddenly realized that the fight just now was more like a "performance". The other party did not want to kill him, but used him as a living "demonstration object", as if showing others some skills, or even teaching!

"Damn...Ah!!!" He roared and was angry, and his hand holding the executioner's knife trembled slightly because of excessive force. He felt humiliated, and this most intolerable emotion for a warrior burned in his chest.

However, just when he was so angry that he wanted to roar, his intuition suddenly warned him that danger was approaching again.

Two figures suddenly rushed out from the shadows on both sides, one on the left and one on the right, attacking him with ruthless killing intent. The original figure reappeared, and the machete stabbed from the left like a venomous snake, and on the other side, the woman holding two daggers spun like a dance, and the daggers drew two dangerous trajectories, pointing directly at his ribs.

Tularis swung his knife and swept it across the figure on the left, forcing the opponent to retreat temporarily, but at the same time, the woman had already approached and stabbed him in the side. The pain made him roar and punch the opponent's face, but the opponent took a step back lightly and escaped from his attack range.

If it was a guess before, it is now a fact!

The opponent did not seem to be ready to kill him. The dagger that the woman stabbed into his side could have gone deeper and left the dagger in his body, but the opponent did not.

"Who are you?"

He knew that he was going to die and he couldn't leave here. In this environment, he could only barely deal with one, while the opponent had three, like a pack of wolves hidden in the shadows, staring at him in the dark.

"Keep up the show, Cain's servant." The original voice sneered and whispered, and then launched another attack.

The machete slashed quickly, forcing Tularis to raise the knife to parry, and at the same time, the woman went around from behind him, with the dagger pointing directly at his neck.

Tularis gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay calm in the desperate situation. He turned quickly and swept the executioner's knife towards the woman behind him, but the other party dodged flexibly again, and the dagger cut through his shoulder armor, leaving a long bloody wound on his shoulder.

"Your movements have become slow, Cain's executioner."

The woman said jokingly, and the two daggers in her hands flew like dancing, but without a fatal light.

Tularis gasped, blood dripping down the gap of his armor, but he did not retreat. Although his body was covered with wounds of all sizes at this moment, and despite the opponent's impenetrable offensive, his eyes were still as cold as a knife, burning with the unyielding anger of Cain's messenger.

"Cain will see your blood!!!" He roared, holding the executioner's knife tightly, and rushed towards the two approaching figures like a dying but still roaring beast. This time, he launched an active attack. He had made up his mind that even if he died, he would take one of them away!

The figure holding the machete and the woman holding the two daggers looked at him coldly like a hunter, as if admiring his dying struggle. The hunter's movements were still as swift as the wind, and the figures surrounded him on the left and right, the blade and dagger flashed coldly, and every attack was accurate and deadly.

Tularis swung the executioner's knife, trying to force the two back at the same time. His blade was so sharp that it almost cut a crack in the air, but the opponent cooperated tacitly, attacking in pairs and in combination, and each time he paid the price of blood. The machete swept across, cutting open his breastplate, a deep wound almost exposing his ribs, and the woman's dagger pierced his thigh, causing him to almost lose his balance in pain.

"Enough, Tularis, your performance time is up." The original figure sneered, his voice was low, like the whisper of death in his ear.

Just as Tularis gasped and gritted his teeth to fight to the death, his intuition issued a sharp warning again. The air was suddenly filled with a suffocating sense of oppression, as if an invisible giant hand was compressing the surrounding space.

A ghostly figure suddenly jumped out of the deeper shadows, faster and more deadly than the previous two figures. The figure did not break away with one blow like the previous attackers, but rushed directly to him and started a close fight with him.

Tularis only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the figure appeared in front of him. He knew that this was the third figure who had disappeared before, and he was using him as a model for the other party. He instinctively raised his slashing knife to block, but the opponent's attack speed was still incredibly fast. The blade poured down like a rainstorm, and each blow carried the power to destroy everything. Each swing was extremely accurate and cut directly into his vitals.

He gritted his teeth and tried his best to defend, but the opponent's attack was so fierce that it exceeded his limit. His slashing knife was shaken away again and again, and the armor that seemed to be nothing was torn again and again. Blood gushed out from the new wounds and dripped onto the shadow-shrouded ground.

His movements became slower and his breathing became heavier, but he still stood stubbornly, trying to find an opportunity to counterattack.

However, the figure was playing with him. Every time the blade was about to hit, it suddenly withdrew its strength and turned to attack from another angle to force him. Every time he counterattacked, it was easily resolved, but more wounds followed. The harsh sound of blade collisions echoed in the air, like a symphony of death.

"They mentioned you to me more than once, saying you were powerful, but you turned out to be too weak, which really disappointed me."

The voice of the figure slid past Tularis's ears like a venomous snake.

Finally, during a block, Tularis's executioner was shaken out of his hand and fell heavily to the ground. His knees softened, and he knelt on the ground powerlessly. Blood dripped slowly along his face and body. He tried to prop up his body, but found that his limbs had completely lost strength.

"Is it over?" He roared, with reluctance and anger in his voice.

However, the expected final blow did not come.

The figure stood quietly in front of him, staring at him, as if admiring a finished work of art. What made him even more horrified was that he found that there seemed to be more than three figures in the shadows, but many? So many that he couldn't count them at all. Those figures were like onlookers, watching the various performances of him and the three figures.

Then, the oppressive feeling in the air suddenly dissipated, and the shadows began to retreat like a tide, and all the figures disappeared in the darkness, as if they had never existed.

Tularis knelt on one knee, gasping for breath, with his hands on the ground. He tried to stand up, but found that his body was as heavy as a lead block. The surroundings returned to silence, and only his breathing echoed in the empty streets.

"What... is this? What... is this?" He whispered, raised his head and looked around.

Everything seemed like a dream, and there was nothing after waking up, but the wounds on his body were real, and each one reminded him in burning pain that what he had just experienced was not an illusion.

He looked down at his hands, and blood dripped along his fingers. His chest rose and fell, and his eyes were full of confusion and anger.

"Kane... is this a test for me? Or some kind of humiliation?" He murmured in a low voice, and then suddenly clenched his fists. (End of this chapter)