Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 213 63. For Fate!
Pain and anger exploded in Marus's chest again, spreading throughout his body like scorching flames.He felt his veins constrict, his muscles wriggle like snakes, and then they swelled with vigor and pressed against the inside of his armor.It felt like a savage beast curled up in his skin, just waking up, hungry for blood.When he threw back his head and howled, the voice bore no resemblance to his own.

"Mother!" Malus growled hungrily, his face full of murderous ecstasy, all he wanted was to hold his mother's beating heart in his hands.

Marus threw himself at his mother, and the low-level sorceresses raised their hands to cast magic, and flames appeared out of thin air and flashed across his chest like lightning.Flames pierced his breastplate, burning like a blade, and pierced deep into his chest, but the beast within felt little pain.

Lesser sorceresses screamed at Malus' deadly sword dance, blood spattering and torn corpses lying dead on the ground.

The last low-ranking female sorceress pounced on Marus, her fingers had turned into sharp claws.

But it was useless, Marus directly swung his long sword and cut her in half, leaping over the blood and viscera to his mother.

At this time, Eldir had already withdrawn from Marus's control, receding like a shadow under the moon.

When his mother disappeared from sight, Malus rushed into the tower, roaring in rage.

Durucci, who was watching from the main tower, couldn't help booing when he saw this scene.

"Maybe my decision just now was a mistake?" Dacius questioned himself jokingly as he touched his nose with a feigned embarrassment.

The Duruccis present laughed again, and they all knew that this was not some kind of self-denial question from Dacius but a joke, although the joke was not so funny.

"5 minutes? It should be enough! This is my last mercy." Dacius took out the pocket watch on his belt and looked at the time before saying in a commanding tone.

The whole tower seemed to tremble with the arrival of Malus, who came up the stairs after his mother like a hungry wolf.He kept running, and he could see nothing but his mother's pale face.He forgot that the magic was hurting him, but he could feel his skin melting, his muscles fraying, his armor falling to pieces, shoulder girdles burning through, joints torn from the savage spell, he The smoke from his own charred flesh wrapped him like a shroud, but the beast inside him would not give in!
Eldir is always out of reach, far away like a dream.

Malus' feet landed on another flight of stairs, this one steeper and narrower than the others.He is enveloped in darkness, reaching for haunting visions of his mother.Without warning, he emerged from the darkness, the darkness around him dissipated like a shadow, and he found himself standing on top of the monastery's square tower.

Eldir stood not far from Marus, staring at Marus.

Malus jumped at his mother without hesitation, and just as his mother spoke a spell full of terrible power, he found himself wrapped in chains of fire.The beast within him growled with madness and hatred, and he writhed and struggled under the grip of the magical shackles, but his mother's magic took hold of him.

A shadow fell over Malus, the spell his mother chanted froze the air around him, and unseen, icy fingers dug into his chest.He bent over, screaming in pain as his mother used her will against the raging spirit within him.

At that moment, there was a dispute between the wills of the mother and the child, and no one could refute the other, but Eldir had the power of the monastery to use, and slowly, the power of the beast in Marus began to weaken.The beast shrank like a starving flame, growing weaker and weaker under his mother's strength, and he felt his sanity return.He lay on the ground, trembling and unconscious, as the murderous flames faded beyond his comprehension.

Then, Eldir pointed his slender fingers at Marus's face, cast another spell, and his body burned again.

Waves of transcendent pain burned on Marus's skin, and he lay stiffly, completely unable to move under the pressure of the pain.His wide eyes watched the twisted flames rise from his skin, and he realized how these strange things had taken the shape of the symbol.

Eldir was burning Nagalia's magic from Malus' body, and when the magic was lifted, Malus' buried sanity resurfaced.

The illusion faded, and Malus was no longer Hagrid Grave's magnate, no longer a dreadlord, no longer a hero or leader.He is a desperado who has broken his oath and his honor.He was lying broken on the hard rock like a spent arrow, and he was shedding tears of rage.

"You...know I'm coming?" Marus asked, looking up at his mother, in tears.

"This is foreseeable, I am a sorceress." Eldir stared at her son coldly, and she said with a smile after a moment.

"But why? Why you and not Draka?"

"Time is running out, my son. The Witch King's Hand and Draka knew of your arrival in advance, just as he knew that you would go find the Soul Dagger, and replaced the real with the fake."

"what?"

"The city and the night watch are meaningless to Drucci like her, no more!" Eldir ignored Marus's question and continued to say, "She doesn't care about Isvar His goal, or Furlan's goal, or your goal. Nagalia returned to Hagrid Grave only for the purest motive, revenge!"

Just then, Malus noticed that the sky was dyed red, and he felt the steeple tremble under his feet.

Hagrid Graves is burning!

Collapsed buildings and pillars of fire rising high into the night sky could be seen from where Dacius stood, a great arc of fiery destruction cutting through narrow streets and buildings, steam rising from terrible cracks in the earth, edges The molten stone began to glisten.

Dacius saw a pure yellow-white light, a ribbon of fire broke through the ground and slid across the workshop like a destructive worm.Where the ribbon touched, stones melted and cracked, and houses burned like fire.The flames scattered under the squirm of the worm, and it took him only a moment to realize that the sparks were the burning corpse of Drucci.

"Asuryan's fire! Action!" Dacius knew it was time, and he ordered decisively.

"Nagalia has summoned her worshipers, she has found a spell to disturb the sleep of the city of Drucci, and now they have unleashed their wrath on the city," Eldir said.

"Sleep?" Malus asked, a memory flashed through his mind, and Nagalia's admirer jumped into the deep pit without sound.

"This is a huge world, and although we laugh at the stupidity and short life of human beings, compared with the time this world has existed, we are only a little older than them. Countless races have come and gone, countless empires have never existed. There are ups and downs in the endless years. According to some legends, a worm empire sleeps in the burning heart of the world, and these are just some children and babies outside." Eldir walked to Marus, looked at the ruins outside and said .

"Cave? Will they destroy the city?" Malus asked, suddenly realizing how the tunnels under the city were dug out.

"No stone will remain, that's why you must stop Nagalia," Eldir said, and she thought for a moment before adding, "And be quick, Hand of the Witch King and his mighty band of sorceresses Intervened, you have to get ahead of them."

"Time is really running out, my boy, let's cut the long story short. Nagalia tried to kill me because she believed I was the only force in the city strong enough to stop her. Shaped you into her weapon with her power while on the Gore, fueled the urge with the demon's own energies, but erased from your mind the memories of Zakhan you possessed so you wouldn't suspect Anything until it's too late."

When Malus thought of the demon, his face almost twisted into a grimace, and he could still feel Zakhan inside him, weak but everywhere.

"Zakhan! You know?" Marus exclaimed, he seemed to have realized something, the meaning of his mother's words was like a heavy physical blow to him, like being hit by a hammer on the chest.

"Of course, it was my conspiracy to let you go to the north!"

Marus was speechless for a moment in shock.

"Nagalia has been doing your bidding?" All he could hear were his mother's words, over and over in his head, as the city died behind Malus.

"I'm sure she didn't think so at first, but yes!" Eldir replied, and suddenly she reached out and placed her hand on Malus' cheek.Her hand was as cold as marble, and even the slightest touch made Malus's skin tingle, but Malus did not flinch, she continued proudly, "You are the fruit of all my efforts, child. From returning to Hagrid Grave with Lehan, poisoning Lehan's wife and youngest child, to being Nagalia's secret patron, everything I did and more was for you !"

"But why? Something to do with the goddamn prophecy? And my fate?" Malus tried to imagine the messy operation his mother had described, startling him at the scale of it.

"You decide your own destiny, boy, and it's good for you. Everything in this world is defined by actions and reactions. If you stab a man, he dies, doesn't he? When the power of the world reacted, he became a link in a chain of events that went back to the beginning of the world. When he was stabbed, he died. It was his fate, didn't you see? ’ Nagalia snapped.

"When a person's behavior is affected by the surrounding events, he is acting according to his destiny." Marus frowned and questioned.

"Exactly. Divination has nothing to do with magic, Malus, though it is a gift few possess. A seer intuitively deciphers cause and effect, discerning how future events will unfold. A prophecy is a possible outcome that may occur in a They can happen by themselves, or by design, if one has the foresight to plan them,” Eldir said.

"And you deliberately put the prophecy into practice? You imposed this future on me?" Marus's thoughts were spinning rapidly, trying to understand the meaning.

"Yes."

"You sent me into Zakhan's clutches for a prophecy?" Malus asked, his eyes widening in horror.

"You are my child, Marus. I have the right to treat you as I like." Eldir said coldly.

"If you know this much, if every step of my life was planned by you before I was born, then please tell me, do you see my future?" Malus struggled with his new anger, he Some angrily questioned.

"Your destiny, you mean? Yes." Eldir said, looking out at the burning city.

"Where does it lead?"

"For your destruction, fire, suffering and slavery."

"O Night Mother! No. You're wrong, Mother. I won't allow it!" whispered Malus, battling the rising tide of despair.

"So you rejected your fate?" Unexpectedly, Eldir smiled mysteriously.

"Of course!" Malus growled.

"Well, that's easier said than done. For too long you've allowed yourself to be affected by the actions of others. You live every moment thinking you're too quick or too smart to be affected by the consequences of your actions impact. But all the while, you put yourself at the mercy of fate and see where it took you."

"If I reject fate, or choose my own path... so what?" Malus asked after thinking about his mother's words.

"That will be up to you, and over time you will see that everything that has happened to you so far has been a gift. You were endowed with great potential and with Lehan's death you lost your Everything that was once cherished or longed for." Eldir looked at Marus with a gleam in his eyes.She grabbed Malus' hand and held it up to Malus' face.

Malus saw thick, sticky black veins and dark, rotting skin.

"Fate can never touch you again unless you allow it. Choose your path, lest someone else choose it for you, and glory undreamed of is within your grasp."

"Fine!" Malus looked at his mother for a moment, trying in vain to understand the purpose behind her dark eyes.Slowly, he clenched his fist and said.

"Once you have dealt with Naggalia and retrieved the relic, you must seek Kane's Warpblade in Hal Gansi. Proceed carefully in the Executioner's City, where your brother Ulay is waiting for you, He is planning to take this sword as his own. Then you have to go to Gorond, the real soul dagger is in the hands of Morathi, you have to find a way to get it." Eldir said She took out a ring from her bosom, put it on Marus' finger, and said, "Take this, you will not be able to return to Hagrid Grave after tonight. With this ring, whenever When the moon is bright, we can talk to each other. But it seems that there is no chance. I prophesied your future, but I can't predict my future, but I know I won't survive tonight. This ring is our mother and child A memorial between you! Now you must go! They have come!"

"Who? Who will kill you? Hand of the Witch King?" Malus asked coldly.

"Yes, they are already here, I will hold them back, you go to Nagalia, hurry up! Those two holy objects are in her hands." Eldir urged.

"Say hello to the Hand of the Witch King for me." Marus gave Eldir a last look and smiled wryly.He leaped into the reddened night as he spoke, his cloak billowing like a dragon's wings as he fell into darkness.

The magic enveloped Malus as he fell, slowing his descent until he landed with as much difficulty as going down stairs, and he landed without hesitation and started running, making his way to the spire of Naggalia.

Eldir turned her head and saw Drusala who was the first to come out with a black willow staff. She was a little unbelievable, even jealous. She had seen Drusala when she was in Gorond. Fate should not be like this, but cursed by Asati because of her beauty, turning into a manipulated body or an ugly Medusa, but now Hekati and Asati, the two sisters who are at odds The blessings can actually appear on Drusala at the same time.

"I didn't disturb your mother-child meeting, did I? Dear Ms. Eldir." Dacius slowly walked out from the teleportation, and the sorceresses had already filed out in front of him.

Eldir looked at the other Duruccis who came out of the portal. She also couldn't perceive their fate. The strange thing was that she felt that some Duruccis should have died long ago, but now they appeared In front of her, standing intact in front of her eyes, she even once thought that these supposedly dead Druccis were walking corpses controlled by magic, but they were not!

"It's you!" Until Eldir saw Colonia and Dacus walking out of the teleportation array, she understood everything in an instant.She had seen Colonia, the sorceress who briefly appeared beside Malus during Hagrid Grave's time.She was even more shocked when she saw Dacius, she seemed to know why Dacius exchanged the fake for the real.

"Here I would like to solemnly introduce you. This one is my cousin, Kolio Colonia Hellscourge! A high-ranking female sorceress." Dacius said solemnly.

"Hand of the Witch King, conqueror of fate, you can conquer his fate, but his fate will not affect you, can you let him go?" Eldir lowered his head and asked humbly.

"No! But I won't kill him after all, he doesn't deserve such mercy! He will continue to follow the fate you imposed on him, just like you guided him and Rohan to find the soul dagger." Dark Us looked at Eldir quietly for a while and said.After speaking, he retreated into the portal and disappeared in front of Eldir.

PS: I clicked on the question again, but it doesn't seem to be anything. . .

(End of this chapter)