Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

192. Chapter 42

Dacius stood on the cliff, smoking a pipe and watching the battle below with cold eyes. The two Dreadlords did not watch the battle, but rode down on the Manticore mount to participate in the battle.

This small and medium-scale battle does not require Dacus to do anything, and the fear lord Venir Iceblade of the Kauak stronghold also agreed to send troops, although only four centurions, two teams of Reaper Ballistas and a small team Cold One Knight.But he has to send troops, there is still a chance of life if he sends troops, if he doesn't send troops, he can only sit and wait for death!He didn't ask for spoils of war or future benefits. He only begged one thing from Dacius, and that was to save his life, even if he paid for it.

Dacius once learned that a dread lord from Nagle's stronghold did not arrive until the morning of the Dark Council.In Malekith's words, "He was slow to respond to my call and arrived this morning! I reminded him of his obligation, and the Harpy was supposed to take what was left of him back to his tower before sunset. It would pain me if Nagel's garrison thought their master had fallen prey to some lesser fate."

To emphasize the matter of the Dreadlord, Malekith left Hadrica still on the great round table, and the great gold chain, covered in blood and pieces of flesh, clicked as it stopped, announcing that the Dreadlord Lord's fate.Then Malekith stalked around the seat, stalking among the shadows like a lurking tiger.

"Mourn not, for he pronounced his doom when he placed the defense of his miserable stronghold above his duty to his master, and any of you may suffer the same doom for disobeying me!" Malekith Suggested with feigned sympathy.

This is still in the morning, and this kind of thing happened, but what about Vinier?He simply missed the last dark council, and one can imagine what happened after that and the fate that awaited him.

The success of the raid depends on various factors, such as the knowledge of the enemy's intelligence, the adequacy of troops, the rationality and execution of the combat plan, and so on.When carrying out a raid mission, it is necessary to attack at a rapid speed, avoid being detected by the enemy as much as possible and cause a counterattack, which is exactly what Durucci's army is good at.The assault army was divided into several groups, led by the captain, through coordination and close cooperation, trying to sneak into the valley quickly to avoid being discovered by the shadow.

But at this time, the shadow of this clan has already discovered the army that raided them, just as Dacius and the dread lords expected, unless this clan also has the habit of hibernating.

Shouting the slogan of Drucci, Spear and Shield, Drucci's army raised their shields against Shadow's arrows, and the surprise attack turned into a storm.The soldiers rushed into the valley with weapons in hand, and immediately started a fierce battle.The swords and swords were intertwined, and in the shadow of the sword, the enemy and the enemy launched a fierce hand-to-hand combat.The two sides attacked the enemy with fast and vicious attack methods, and used various techniques and moves to attack the opponent.

Drusala and Colonia joined forces behind to cast a small blade blast. The blade storm swept across the battlefield, frantically looking for traces of blood, and the wailing and desperate cries resounded through the valley, directly disrupting the shadows. Deploy and counter rhythm.

In this battle, the courage and skill of Durucci's soldiers were severely tested, because Anying was not as easy to deal with as imagined. Combat skills cannot be ignored.Dacius vaguely saw a group of shadows with giant blades rushing into the army, trying to set off a massacre frenzy, and it did work at first, but was quickly defeated by Dacius' followers with magic and swords. Pushing back, the strength of the shadows' final counterattack was also resolved.

The retinues acted as the fulcrum of attack on the battlefield, constantly guiding the advance and battle of Drucci's army.As time passed, more and more shadows were killed, falling to their deaths in the snow and woods, and the defense line of the valley stronghold gradually collapsed.The longhouses and tents started to catch fire, Kuhaha in the army was still waiting to loot some loot, so they wouldn't set fire to it, obviously the shadows didn't want to leave anything to the army.

The Shadows tried to retreat through the path after setting the fire, but they were obviously thinking too much. The two Centuries and the Reaper Ballista who hadn't participated in the battle had already blocked there, waiting for the Shadows to come.The army waiting for Anying saw the raging fire. Cutting off people's fortunes is like killing their parents.

Rows of shadows with severed bones and broken jaws lay in the snow, chrysalis and howling, waiting for Dacius' sentence. The soldiers were still trying to put out the fire. Drusala and Kolo Nia was also using black magic to help the soldiers. Several soldiers rushed into the longhouse risking their lives, and one soldier ran out with a disheveled appearance carrying a rush rug. Fortunately, the carpet was intact and was not damaged by the fire. burn marks.

Drusala turned her head and shook her head at Dacius. The fire ignited by the kerosene was not as easy to extinguish as expected.

Dacius nodded, acquiescing to this result. He was a little unhappy, because these shadows themselves were not valuable, and a lot of trophies were still burned, so he had to give the soldiers some supplies. As rewards and rewards, after all, he wants to maintain his personality as a good man in Drucci.Immediately he picked the head among the captives, Drusala nodded and understood his meaning, and began to identify the clan leader among the captives.

Soon Dacius put together the two pieces of the extinguishing phoenix spell, and the spell fit perfectly, but there was obviously one piece missing, but that piece was placed in the luggage under the Black Tower of Malekith.

Dacius walked up to the clan leader, who looked at him with eyes that wished he could eat him alive. He shook his head helplessly, then squatted down, and spliced ​​the two extinguished phoenix spells together again. Showing it to the clan leader, as he expected, the clan leader stared in disbelief with wide-eyed eyes.

This time Dacius nodded in satisfaction, stood up, watched Dorian stretch out his right index finger and middle finger and pointed to his eyes, the meaning was already obvious.Doesn't he have any interest in having friendly talks and exchanges with this clan leader, discussing how to eat living people?Is there something wrong?He is not good at this, he now strictly demands and flaunts himself as the Nagareth elf, although the clan leader is also a descendant of Nagareth.There is nothing to discuss about extinguishing the phoenix spell. He doesn't think the clan leader knows how to do it. He might as well go to the Asuryan Temple and ask the autistic phoenix guards when the king lands in Ulthuan.

"Do you still know me? My dear chieftain?" Dorian took out his bayonet and walked in front of the clan leader.

The clan leader, Huluhulu, let out another cry of pain, and one eye had already been removed by Dorian.

"Didn't I say you, Dorian, your job is too rough. Didn't you say that there is such a special tool here?" Dacius glanced lightly, and said mockingly and jokingly.

"What your lord said is true!" Dorian stood there holding the thorn blade, and then reacted and said.

"Yes, yes." Kewell watched the excitement, grabbed the soft leather bag from a soldier, and threw it to Dorian.

A roll of soft leather sewn with many pockets of different sizes, each with a handle made of bone or wood protruding from the outside, and a large and small boner and bone saw inside.Obviously these things are the same as what Dorian described, Dacius smiled, shook his head and walked away.

Soon a group of Durucci surrounded them. At first they looked at the contents of the soft leather bag with the eyes of admiring works of art, and soon complained in disgust. They didn't think it was a work of art, at most it was just Not a handy tool.

"Killers, people keep killing them? What about me? Who knows?" Dacius thought while listening to the faint wailing sound behind him.

"Has the witch doctor been found?" Dacus looked at Drusala and asked, the statue hasn't been found yet, maybe it's still in the fire. In his opinion, the witch doctor is the witch doctor, like a broken statue. Like a sorceress in the inheritance culture, concocting some weird herbs and making some weird prophecies, in order to claim that she is holy, magic?He didn't think that the sorceresses of the North and South Faction would recruit a witch doctor from the tribe, that would not be in their interest, and Shadow only needed to play the role of mountain soldier and scout well.

"I didn't find it, maybe I ran away? But the chance is very small. If I didn't run away, it would still be in the fire." Drusala shook her head and said, pointing at the medium-sized tent that was burning.

"Don't be dazed, put out the big fire in that tent!" Dacius yelled directly.

Not long after, Dacius looked at the lifelike statue in front of him. The statue was indeed made of a strange black stone that swallowed light, as cold as death itself.The sculpture is a woman, sharp and slender like a knife, with cold facial features and deep-set eye sockets.He was sure that this was the statue of the Pale Queen, because he had seen the relief of the Pale Queen in that council hall, and there was a trace of divinity hidden on the statue, which showed that the statue was indeed not simple.

"The key to the Kingdom of God of the Pale Queen? Then, can I go to the Kingdom of God as a living person through the guard of Nisu, the gatekeeper of the ultimate gate, and borrow some elves' souls? Then install them in the empty elves' bodies? Well, things suddenly became fantasy and science."

Es Hayai is known as the "Pale Queen", the highest goddess of the underworld.Especially revered by the dark elves of Naggaroth, it is a god of the Sesarai pantheon, belonging to the underworld, or the god of hell, and ranks second among the gods that Drucci believes in. The first is a well-deserved unhappy Little cripple Kane.

Most Drutches don't care about the fate of their souls after death, but there are still some Drutches who fanatically worship the Pale Queen, and some Drutches often say: O Mother of Night, this mantra is on their lips, and Equipped with ascending and descending tones, it means different meanings in different situations and environments (similar to shit), the most typical one is Marus.

Drucci hopes that the Pale Queen will lend a helping hand when death comes, believing that humble service in the harsh embrace of the underworld is far better than oblivion at the hands of Slaanesh.The treachery that the Drutches thought they themselves felt was answered in her destiny, she offered Drutch some deliverance from the starvation of Slaanesh, so the armies of her kingdom of God were forged from the stolen souls of the elven dead become.

In some legends, the Pale Queen tried to seduce Asuryan, the creator god of the elves, and when Asuryan refused her, she became enraged, stole the dead elves' souls and hid them in the dreaded realm of Hades, also known as the Immortal Realm. "Black Pit".Tarien, the king of eagles (the ancestor of the high-elf giant eagle), drove her to the underground world under the command of Asuryan. She never forgot Asuryan's contempt. She was dissatisfied with her position in the pantheon of elves. , So he deliberately tried to overthrow the rule of Asuryan.

Although Asuryan is outside the Pale Queen's priesthood, the Elves do not, so the Elves bear her wrath.If Ulthuan's Waystone is destroyed, she sends her ghostly servant, the Reaper, to capture elf souls and take them to the underworld to dwell in eternal torment.At the same time, the Reapers also roamed the forests of Athel Loren, capturing the souls of dryads. Only the most powerful elf souls can become dryads, so they are quite valuable.It was also mentioned before that Durucci, no matter what class he was in, would wear spiritual rings on his pointed ears, because at first they believed that the spiritual rings might help them resist the erosion of the Reapers, but now it has become a popular trend.

Although belief in the Thesaray pantheon is forbidden in Azul society, some cultists do so. Worshipers of the Pale Queen hide themselves in Ulthuan society. Cultists are considered insane blasphemers , because cultists worship a goddess who promises elves nothing but eternal torment and slavery in her horrific realm.Cultists would perform dastardly rituals, beseeching her to send the evil Reapers to steal the souls of key Azul advisors, military leaders, and archmages.

Year after year, the Pale Queen's army continues to grow.Perhaps one day, her legions will destroy Asuryan's proud creation to pay for his past insult.

"It's really deceitful, there are not many reliable ones." Dacius pondered for a while, he once again felt that the gang of elf gods were cheating, and why did he let a bunch of remnants of the previous world reincarnate, Standing on the head of the elf and pulling?The thoughts and impulses in his heart became strong again.

Soon after, the team set off with a small amount of spoils and a huge group of slaves. The identities of the former Shadow slaves were all identified. There was no plot of a rich man and a young lady wandering in the wild and straying into the Shadow Camp to be enslaved. He didn't need to do anything extra, and he wasn't going to send those Drucci who had suffered a pitiful fate to Lustria to recover. Perhaps relief was the best choice for them, and soon the team came to the strange heart. Near under the Black Willow.

"What a strong wind of Shash!" Colonia said, pointing to the black willow.

Although Dacius didn't feel it, he felt that there was something evil here. This evil door refers to the evil door in Fengshui, but he didn't understand the details, anyway, the evil door is right.

"Is she dead? Has she become a spirit?" Dacius asked curiously, maybe this is also a kind of treant?Or another form of Treant?

Deep within every dryad resides the spirit of a dead elf, but this is certainly not the fate of all elves.Only the strongest and most driven souls retain enough individuality to become Dryads.But most Asrai long to give up their mortal bodies and blend into the mists of the forest.Although their loved ones and friends occasionally experience auditory hallucinations, as if they can hear their voices on the wind, this is just an echo of the lost life.Those spirits who became dryads were unable to part with their former world, so they molded new bodies out of rotten wood, but the memory in their souls also dissipated and became another form.

That poor noble lady Drucci may have turned into a strange state by some coincidence, and it may be attributed to the magic wind that is too close to the Chaos Wasteland, the strange geomantic omen, the yin willow tree and her own body. resentment.

Colonia and Drusala glanced at each other. Among the four female sorceresses, they were the only ones who were good at this stuff, and then shook their heads. It was obvious that Dacius asked this question for the two of them who knew how to do it. It's too over the top.

Originally, Dacius just wanted to lift the curse on Dorian. It would be even better if these black willows could be made into the staffs of the sorceresses. With this new batch of evil equipment, maybe the sorceresses of the Tower of Doom The strength can be raised to another level, maybe it would be better if the black willow tree can generate spirit again?
Dacius quickly called Dorian over.

"To untie the bell, the person who tied it must be tied." Dacius said a sentence of his own Drucci proverb very forcefully.

"Yes, my lord." Dorian stood there in a daze, and after a while he seemed to understand what it meant, and the beautiful encounter began again.

Soon Dorian came back and shook his head helplessly.Dacius seems to have overlooked a question, that is, it is winter, maybe that spirit is sleeping?Then why didn't the shadows burn the willows or destroy the willows?
After tossing for a while, with the assistance of Colonia and Drusala, the spirit was finally awakened. The spirit was very angry after being forcibly awakened from a deep sleep, but the strength of the two sorceresses remained stable. Steadily suppressed that anger.

After Dorian and Essence chatted unilaterally for a long time, the agreement was finally forcibly reached.

The captured shadows began to be dragged to the side of the black willow tree for sacrifice. The scene was so horrible that Renn had no intention of recording it.

In the soul, only the angry spirit has reached the peak stage of form after a full meal, but unfortunately, it was still suppressed and sealed in a piece of black willow by two sorceresses.

The curse on Dorian's heart was also lifted. After he breathed a sigh of relief, he began to thank Dacius and make some oaths, but was quickly stopped by Dacius.

"I believe the patriarch will love the gift I gave her very much!"

The black willow tree began to wither quickly after the spirit was extracted. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Dacius' followers began to direct the soldiers to cut the black willow tree that could not be resisted. Saws and chisels were all deployed, and soon the trees were tidied up piece by piece. loading.

What followed was a long journey. After holding a not-so-grand spoils division and post-war settlement celebration in the Atorak stronghold, he gave the two dread lords, dignitaries and soldiers some of the spoils they had seized before. Under the strong distribution of wealth, these Druccis were very satisfied and happy. Venier Bingren, who was in danger of himself, still accepted the gift despite all kinds of rejections.

It is what he needs to cast a wide net and spread the reputation of Dacius' benevolence throughout the entire Drucci society. The last thing he needs is spoils of war, food, supplies and luxury goods.Maybe these relationships can be used in the future?The rivers and lakes are not only about fighting and killing, but also about the world.

Dacius' team set off again, but this time the journey went much smoother.The team did not return to the treacherous mountain, but took the route of Gorond back to Naggarond. Although the journey was a bit long, the journey was unimpeded.

When the party finally reached the Gorond Plains, the leaden sky was still lightly snowing, and the cold north wind whispered among the dark pines, blowing bitter gusts.

At the top of the ridgeline, Dacius stopped Silly Braji and surveyed this vast frozen plain, grinning his teeth in the biting cold wind.His cheeks and nose were cracked and cracked, but the pain kept him awake and alert.His tired and sore body swayed on the saddle. After leaving the range of the northern stronghold, the team hadn't found a normal place to recuperate for a long time. They were exhausted, and even the Dark Warhorse and Cold One seemed to have reached the limit of their endurance.

The tower of Gorond's prophecy rose from the leaden sky like the black spears of a spearman.Grond is a strange existence, a city only in the sense of its population and structural density, in fact it is a permanent military camp and a place to learn magic, and of course a gold mine, with buildings dedicated to Military and magical activities.The fortress city has a hexagonal outer wall, some twelve meters high, wide enough at the top of the wall for a troop of Cold One knights to ride side by side along the wall.Each corner of the hexagon was further fortified into a triangular fortress, a fortress in itself, with its own barracks, armory and storerooms.The fort extends several ways out from the ramparts so that crossbowmen and reaper ballistas can fire wantonly and at good angles.Like the fortress, the city's two gates are also fortified by imposing gate towers, and anyone attempting to break through the iron gates could be killed.

"This is also a kind of Lingbao?" Dacius shook his head after looking at it for a while, and then looked at Drusala who was beside him. As a confidant, he didn't want to have too much contact with Morathi, let alone close contact.

At this time, Drusala looked at Gorond with a complex expression, and after feeling Dacius' gaze, she shook her head slightly.

Dacius nodded, and suddenly thought of something. If there is any regret at this time, it is not that he did not see the Laima beast, but that he did not see Medusa, right?
The team set off again, to Naggarond.

Countless snow, blood and hunger left marks on the rider and mount. The armor of the Cold One was scarred by dozens of swords, axes and claws. The rough and greasy black fur cloak was in tatters, and the black fur underneath Steel armor was tarnished and scarred with wear, robes and kaitans were stiff with old sweat, blood and grime, and boots were strewn with rags and pieces of buckskin.

The embarrassed Marus Blackblade's eyes were deep-set and shining, his sunken cheeks and thin lips were dry and cracked, his cruel face was paler, and his outline was more distinct. At this moment, he could already see Hagrid Grave minaret.

(End of this chapter)