Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 189 39. Dorian's Adventure (As the name suggests)

"To be honest, my brother, although I don't know what the benefits are, the risk is too great. I guess more than half of them will still be there." Maranul leaned against the cave wall and poured the ice water from the kettle on After smearing it on his face with his hands to wake himself up, he said.

After listening to Dorian's story, Dacius woke up the snoring Maranul and discussed the next step.

"And Dorian only said the general terrain there, but he didn't say the number! What if the number is more than we expected? What should we do? Break in or sneak in at night? Rely on black magic? And It’s better to raid the shadow’s camp in the mountains, uh.” After Maranul said a few words, he took out chewing tobacco from his arms and shared it with Dacius and continued, “If there is really something important there , we might be able to..."

"Take out the defenders from the Kauak and Atorak strongholds and let them assist us." Dacius planned this way. He didn't want to play any stealth games, and his identity should be whatever he was.

"I think this is the best way, we have money! Our biggest advantage is being rich and powerful, my brother, we don't want to run into it ourselves."

The discussion was almost done here, Maranul nodded to Dacius, spit out the chewing tobacco, lay down on the sleeping bag again, snored, and fell asleep.

This cave is unusually wide, and the entrance of the cave is narrow and hidden. Four Reaper Ballistas are guarded at the entrance of the cave. Whenever there is any movement, the animal trainers on duty will fire it immediately.

At this time, it was already morning, but the blizzard outside was getting bigger and bigger, and there was no sign of stopping. Dacius decided to stay in this cave for a day or two, wait for the blizzard to subside, and then take this opportunity to take a good rest, and Thanks to the previous pack of giant wolves, there is still a lot of food and baggage to squander. The meat is sour, as long as it can be eaten.

"It's strange, it's a bit strange, it's too abstract." Dacius couldn't fall asleep, and he paced around the campfire silently, thinking about it non-stop.Dorian's story mentions the extinguishing phoenix spell, and the story is extremely clichéd.

The leader of the mountain people said that it was passed down thousands of years ago before migrating to those hills. The curse is a symbol of the leader's sacred right to rule the clan, and it has been passed down from generation to generation.When the eldest son came of age, the spell was given to him, signifying that he would be the next chief.

The binding spell was indeed passed from the leader to the leader's eldest son, and nothing happened between the father and the son. Dacius felt even weirder when he thought of this, like a cannibalistic society playing with the concession system. People feel funny and incredible.But just a week before Dorian was captured, the chief's eldest son went hunting as usual, but disappeared in a storm.

The Chief sent Shadow around to search for his eldest son, eventually finding one of his eldest son's boots on the banks of a nearby river.There are many black willows growing in that river, one of which is the most notorious.The Willow Witch, as the Mountain Folk called it, and the Black Willow had claimed many Shadow's lives.

Then the story of Dorian began. Only he can do this job. The leader will not let his second son find it. One is against the rules, and the other is that if the second son finds it, the leader will most likely die. The story is clichéd again.

Birds were screaming on the top of the hill, and on Dorian's way he saw a black stag feeding quietly among the bushes, which were full of animals big and small.Cheetahs howled in the shadows, hoping to scare prey into the open, while eagles swooped down over the bushes.The winged snake basked in the sun on the tall branches, its tough wings spread like a fan, absorbing the faint warmth.

Almost two hours after leaving camp, Dorian began to hear something heavy creeping through the bushes to his right.When he stopped, the voice stopped too.He drew his hand crossbow and listened to the sounds of his pursuers approaching him slowly but steadily.

At last Dorian reached the foot of a hill and found a small clearing ahead.His first instinct was to charge through the bushes, but with his pursuer still on his heels, instinct prompted him to choose a different tack.Quietly and swiftly he climbed a tree and stood cautiously on a trunk still covered with reddish leaves.

Dorian sat there, controlling his breathing, for several minutes.Then, without warning, the bushes beneath him parted.A gigantic figure loomed before him, a wild boar with bristly scarred fur and two brutal, dagger-like tusks.

The boar stayed under the tree for a while, sniffing the air, as if listening to Dorian's voice.After a while, the giant beast looked left and right, and walked cautiously into the open space.

"A wild boar, I was so scared by a wild boar!" Dorian put his head on the main trunk of the tree, resisting the urge to laugh, and cursed softly.

Suddenly, there was a rattling sound in the air, and the whole big tree swayed like a small sapling.Dorian didn't stand still and fell directly from the tree. When a black shadow passed in front of the sun, he desperately grabbed a nearby branch and stopped the fall.

There was a loud bang in the clearing, and then the air was filled with piercing screams and whimpers.

Dorian climbed back up the tree trunk again, staring wide-eyed at the sight of the clearing.The wild boar struggled violently under the claws of a wyvern, howling like a pig being killed.The wyvern's mouth clamped around the boar's thick neck, and then the boar's neck snapped off, blood spilling over the clearing, and the bones crunching.

"It's actually been on top of my head, waiting for its next meal and stumbling across the clearing." Under Dorian's gaze, the Wyvern raised his head and surveyed the surroundings, and his eyes briefly glanced at him in the tree , he smiled weakly at the giant predator.

"I'm too skinny and full of cartilage. Be content with the wild boar under your paws. Don't waste your time on a small piece of food like me."

The wyvern looked at Dorian for a while, his expression flat and without mercy, and then it grabbed the wild boar and shrugged its shoulders and soared into the air.

Dorian heard the sound of flapping wings in the distance, but it was some time before his violently trembling hands stabilized, and he ventured down to continue his search for the river. Difficulty of rough terrain on hillsides and foothills.

The climb to the top took a long time, and Dorian struggled to keep his feet on the slippery, icy ground and through tangled brambles and thick undergrowth.When he finally reached the top, he saw a relatively wide valley, curving slightly to the northeast, with a black river running down the bottom of the valley, though he saw no bend as described by the leader.

(End of this chapter)