Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Dacius was walking along a beach, some seabirds were chirping above his head as if they were looking for unknown French fries, and some seabirds would rest on the sandy beaches of various shapes.

It took a while for Dacius to realize that the sandy beaches were made up of skulls, bones, and old, decayed, tattered armor.And what does he seem to be looking for?Looking for something lost long ago?But he couldn't find it after searching for a long time, and no matter how hard he tried, he would never find it.

"Dacius..."

The sound was like the cold wind blowing from the sea, monotonous but bitingly cold.Dacius' locks of hair fluttered in the wind. He turned around to look, but he didn't find anyone talking.

"Dacius..."

Dacius glanced back again, but there was still no one there, maybe a ghost who should have died a long time ago was laughing at him?Ignoring the sound, he turned his gaze around, and he realized that it was his first time here.The island was just barren and dilapidated, and as he looked into the island, a deep imprint was engraved on his mind.The brand was calling him, and he knew what he was looking for, because the brand called him to go to the island to find the sword of Kane, pull out the sword of Kane, and meet his true destiny.

"Dacius..."

"You idiot, don't shout so much!"

Dacius has already reacted by now, and he has entered another round. If he is correct, it should be the little bastard of the God of Blood Hands who formed the round.

Just when Dacius was about to curse, the beach around him began to tremble, and the skeletons in tattered armor crawled up.But before the undead attacked him, the scene in front of him began to change again, and the elves around him screamed, huddled, and ran away.

Huge elf-style buildings crumbled, and statues of the gods toppled from the shrines of ancient temples, smashing them to pieces as the earth writhed like dying snakes.

Dacius pushed through the crowd and walked through the ancient streets. He saw the fearful expressions on the faces of the elves.He passed decaying mansions, the withered ghosts of their previous owners muttering in terror.Ahead of him, the iconic tall pillar falters, then collapses.When he climbed to the heights overlooking the magnificent port city, he looked towards the mountains surrounding the city and knew the worst.

Mountains burn in light, and wild magic is out of control.Even at this distance, Dacius, an elf who can't use magic, can feel the uncontrollable power. He doesn't need to do anything to know that there is a serious problem with the ground under his feet.

Soon, Dacius' attention was diverted again, he looked towards the sea, and he saw something that frightened him.A mighty wave twice as high as the walls, driven by a force strong enough to shatter the city, was swiftly closing in on him.He could even see the huge Leviathan that was supposed to be in the deep sea roaring and roaring, trying to break free from the restraint of the tsunami. Got nothing.

Knowing that it was hopeless, Dacius couldn't stand all of this. He prepared to resist, activated the Holy Soul Reef on his chest, mobilized all his power, and he wanted to become the incarnation of Marselan.But somehow, perhaps as he already knew, nothing happened.

The tide towered over Dacius' head, and for a split second he gazed into a trapped Leviathan eye, and he even felt something close, as if it was his uncle's?

The huge pink mouth of the Occitar octopus was open, and its sword-like teeth gleamed in the shadows, but it was still useless, and it was still rolling forward under the huge wave, crashing into Dacius with irresistible force .

In the end, Dacius did not block the tsunami like Queen Azshara in another world.The tide swept over him, crushed him, drowned him, and threw him into the abyss, and then the magnificent city under his feet was also wiped from the land by the tsunami.

"Am I going to live in the sea as Idonis now?" At the last moment, Dacius wondered.

Suddenly, Dacius was in another place, but this place was not a place, as if in a dimension beyond time.He saw both existence and death, powerful elf mages intertwined with life and death.

The mages' faces were etched with eternal pain and torment, scarred from a battle that no mortal should have been called to engage in.

Shadowy beings hovered around Dacius, constantly performing a never-ending ritual.Shadows are ghostly, their movements slow and painful, like wind-up puppets on strings.They had been elves, he knew, the greatest archmages of their time, who had sacrificed themselves to save their land and their people.

The cabin where Dacius is in is as small as the other cabins on the ship, so small that even the double bed can’t fit, there is only a bunk bed in the cabin, a set of tables and chairs, and a few Asur seamen’s lockers with doors .

Genevieve, who was sitting in a daze at the table, watched the statue of Es Hayai on the table suddenly light up. She looked worriedly at Dacius who was sleeping on the upper bunk, and after thinking for a while, She decided to wake up Drusala first.

At the same time as the idol was lit up, the scene in Dacius' dream changed again.

This room is different from any room Dacius has seen before. It looks like it was built by elves, but it doesn't seem to be?Because even though it was beautiful, it looked rough at the same time, but it was still within the range he could understand.It's as if everything in the room was made in a hurry, as if the artisans didn't take the time to give the items the necessary polish.

Scroll shelves and bookcases covered the walls of the room. On the table in front of Dacius was a chessboard, which seemed to be engraved with lizardman characters. There were elves and demons on the chessboard, as well as giant dragons and some monsters. Scattered on it, there is no Chu River Han boundary in the middle, but a large whirlpool that is constantly rotating.

Dacius' attention was immediately diverted from the chessboard, because in the center of the room, an old and hunchbacked elf suddenly appeared.

The elf has thin facial features, a raised and broad forehead, and the hair is gradually thinning. It is so unusual to put it on the elf. His ice blue eyes are as cold as the glaciers in the snow-capped mountains. His bony body is bent. He turned around and looked Facing Dacius, there was only a fiery red light in his eyes.

"You shouldn't be here!" said an ancient voice, his voice dry, as if his throat was dusty and decayed, but with the faint lilting accent of the Kingdom of Caledon.

"I shouldn't be here either!" Before Dacius could say anything, the elf said again, his voice was very soft and very sad.

"But we are indeed here, aren't we? Hello, ghost old man, you interrupted my rest." Dacius replied, he knew who he was facing, he knew that he was in a dream, But it's not a dream either.It is normal for him to have multiple dreams with changing scenes in one night. He continued, "A strange encounter, Caledon the Dragon Tamer, I have been waiting for you for a long time, so long that I don't think you will show up." gone."

Dacus passed by the east coast of Ulthuan, one is to see the Marselan Temple, and the other is to wait for Caledor, the dragon trainer. After tonight, the falcon ship will leave the sea of ​​Ulthuan. Everyone thought Caledon, the Dragon Trainer, would never appear, but in the end...

"Are we still alive in people's hearts at that time?"

"Remember and respect!" Dacius did not do the elven aristocratic salute full of fools this time, but made a very serious and solemn ceremony to show respect for the dragon trainer Caledon, and then he said seriously.

"Very well, this is the reward for our sacrifice." Caledo nodded, a hint of self-pity in his voice.

"It seems that death is not for you, Caledon." Dacius teased.

"I don't need you to tell me, Dacius. It's not just a dream, you understand it all. I have to say, the defenses you set up while you were sleeping are too strong, but I appear here, do you think it's a dream?" Why?" Caledo first smiled, calm and crazy, and then said to himself.

Dacius didn't speak, but took a few steps forward to study Caledon carefully.

Now Caledor was twitching and looking haggard, his face contorted and lonely like a tight mask, his expression in eternal pain.His skin is translucent, and he can even clearly see the movement of the tendons under the skin.

"Maybe you will become lonely when you are old?" Dacius continued to tease after observing.

"You are now in my domain, Dacius. In the place I created, you should be careful what you say, be careful what you think..."

"So what? Are you threatening me? What can you do to me? You know, I respect you for what you do! More than once I have dreamed of gods in my dreams, and I faced I have lived many terrifying existences! And you are a mortal after all! It is already very difficult for you to break through the layers of protection the gods set up for me and come here, right?"

Facing Dacius' roar, Caledo was stunned for a moment. He recalled what happened just now, and found that the facts were indeed as Dacius said. Dacius' protection in sleep was not only protected by the gods The blessing, because he saw divinity in Dacius, in other words, Dacius already has the potential to become a god, which he did not see in Aenarion. He also seemed to understand why he was here.

"I can see that you have a lot to say to me, so why don't we talk in a different way?" Dacius spread his hands and said, walked to the table after speaking, and sat down on the chair.He turned his attention to the chess game on the table, as if he was about to move the pieces, then he tilted his head to the side because he couldn't play this kind of chess-like game, and then he turned his attention to the stumbling Caledo who came.

"Stranger than you think, later than you think. At least I think I am. I sometimes forget, I sometimes forget everything. I forget everything except my mission, and now I Out of there, my mates have to take on my responsibilities. Our time here is running out and I have to get back to my responsibilities and that's all I have now."

Caledo's words gave Dacius a strange feeling and reminded him of something, but he doubted whether Caledo's mind was normal.

"Lizardman language, you wrote this? You can speak Lizardman language? Have you been to Obion Island and received enlightenment from the Slann magic priest?" Dacus glanced at the bookshelf behind Caledon, and then He looked at Caledon and said.

"No, I found it in the ruins of one of their cities. I saw how it works and how it makes use of the magical structures that lie beneath the surface of reality. This text holds the secret of the Maelstrom, I see When it comes to how to use it to save the world, this is what I want to do. By the way, how long has it been since I died?" Caledo said subconsciously.

"It's been more than 6000 years. To be precise, it's 440 years." Dacius said directly, but after speaking, he suddenly realized that something was wrong?Seems like something has gone awry with his memory?
"Has it been this long? If I had known..." Caledo said, his voice sounding sad.

"You have been trapped in the maelstrom all this time? You just woke up? It seems that there is a reason why we met this time. At least, I believe it didn't happen by accident." Daxus folded his arms and leaned against the back of the chair Looked at Caledo and said.

"It's hard to say what happened by accident and what didn't. I used to think that everything had a pattern, a core, something to it, and I could relate to it. It was a wonderful feeling. Now, I'm not sure. , I'm not sure about anything." Caledo said a little blankly.

Dacius didn't ask what Caledo meant, he felt that he already knew the answer.

Caledor and his fellow mages gave their lives for the creation of the Maelstrom, perhaps they did not know what awaited them, if they knew what awaited them, if they knew it would only bring them Worse than death, would they still do it?
But not so much if, in the end Caledor and his companions gave their lives to make their great spells work, and their souls are trapped to this day in the Great Eternal Maelstrom, where they were woven by themselves The moment the power of the spell kills is frozen.

The Maelstrom is, in a way, a spell, and what the hell does it feel like to spend 6000 sleepless years maintaining a spell that's constantly trying to unravel itself, and protect the spell from forces that could destroy it?Super double the pain and suffering!
"I know, I know that you have spent more than 6000 years maintaining the operation of the maelstrom and maintaining the order of the world." Dacius said with some seriousness when he thought of this.

"I think that's what changed me. If we weren't here, if we didn't continue to reweave the spell, this world would have been the plaything of Chaos Demons. But now the maelstrom is disintegrating, it is getting out of our control. The power of Chaos is getting stronger and stronger, the Maelstrom is being polluted by its energy, and there are still some people outside trying to accelerate its disintegration."

"What should I say? Oh~ God, this is too crazy! What's the benefit of doing this? It will destroy Ulthuan, and eventually the entire world." Dacius exaggerated with surprise.

"It's good of you to understand that, but some people don't see things the way you do. There are some people who see the destruction of the Maelstrom as an opportunity, thinking they can control the forces of Chaos and recreate it as they wish. Shape the world." Caledon, who was a little confused and stuck in a certain pattern, said to himself.

"Is this possible?" Dacius, who knew what would happen next, was still working hard to cooperate with Caledo, and now he was like a fan.

"It's possible in theory, but in practice, I doubt things will go as Morathi expects."

"Morath?" Dacius asked.

"Yes, and possibly her child with Aenarion, Malekith."

"What will they do? Are they corrupted by Chaos? What do you think they are planning?" Dacius was not impatient at all, he was still cooperating with Caledon.

"Indeed, who wouldn't?" Caledo's smile was weird and sour, and he also imitated Dacius's movement and shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands.

"If the Maelstrom is destroyed, the Chaos Daemons can once again enter the world on a massive scale. Eventually, matter itself will change, and as the forces of Chaos work, the fabric of reality will loosen. Theoretically, once this happens , a mage with enough power can reshape the world in the image he creates."

"Is this really possible? What did you base your judgment on? Your experience?" Dacius suddenly became serious. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Caledo and asked seriously. The amount of information is too great. What Caledo said is completely contrary to the upper body of the eight winds at the end of the day. At this moment, he thought of Croca, Chikota, and Master Ma...

"To be honest, I doubt it too. The scale of magic we're talking about can only be done by a god or a Chaos lord. Even so, I think that's what Morathi intended, whether it's possible or not. I think it's something she's always been Wanted, she wanted to do it even before she met Aenarion."

"Why did it come back again?" Dacius echoed after thinking for a while, "Morath's trick must be stopped!"

At the same time as Dacius was speaking, the surrounding scene changed again, the walls of the room gradually disappeared, and he looked out, seeing the vast and shining space outside.On the horizon, a gigantic shadow of light shone.In the center of the light and shadow, a black hole-like darkness suddenly appeared and swallowed the light and shadow.

Surrounding the darkness, there were still some burning figures, those elf figures as high as the sky and the earth controlled the darkness with power.Even if the figure is still trying to control it, the darkness may burst out in a different form in the next second.

The changes in these scenes seem to be beyond Caledo's ability, more like what the elves and gods let Dacius see.

"Indeed, Morathi must be stopped! But my companions and I are trapped in the maelstrom, and we cannot leave the maelstrom, otherwise the maelstrom will disintegrate in the next moment. I came to you because my companions and I A power is needed against those who would swallow the world, and the gods tell me you are that power!"

"Hey, what is this sudden appointment and sense of mission?" Dacius wondered, he knew that there was a reason for the elves and gods to choose him, but... this seems to be in line with what Caledo said Can't you?The choice of him must not be just to deal with Morass. Caledon's version firmware seems to be limited to a certain version, maybe it should be upgraded?
"Are you sure?" Dacius asked with a puzzled expression, tilting his head.

"Listen to me, Dacius, I created the maelstrom, and I will disintegrate the maelstrom before Morathi uses it for her twisted purpose."

"You... are a bit too extreme." Dacius said speechlessly.

"No, the destruction of the maelstrom will release a huge amount of magical energy, and I will use it for a purpose!"

"For example?" Dacius asked curiously.

"The last thing I will do is kill Morathi! I promise you!"

Dacius watched Caledon calmly, thinking about Caledon's way of speaking and thinking patterns, there was no threat in Caledon's voice, only sadness and endless regret, no doubt, if Caledon wanted to , all this will happen.Beneath that cool, shrewd exterior, Caledor is as brave and fearless as Aenarion.

Paranoid?
Dacius didn't think that although the first Phoenix King Aenarion won every battle, if it wasn't for Caledor, Aenarion would still lose that war.

Caledor did what the Slann magpriests failed to do, he was the spellcaster who finally drove the demons away and stabilized Ulthuan, he bound a world with his power, even after death his The will is also protecting the spell that keeps the world from being corrupted, and this spell, because of Malekith's deeds, has prevented the earthquake-damaged land of Ulthuan from sinking to the bottom of the sea.

The elves chose to remember only the great battle and Aenarion who fought to protect the Archmages at the last moment, but in the end it was Caledor who saved the world.

Caledor was not a fighter, perhaps he never wanted to fight, it was not in his nature.He was forced to go, he was the creator, and Aenarion was the destroyer.Just like the Yangyan Sword, Caledo didn't want to make it, but in the end he did it reluctantly, and tried his best.He puts all his talents into his creation, even if the purpose is not his own.

"Sorry, you came too late, my ship is about to leave Ulthuan." Dacius interrupted with his hand out, respect is one thing, but he didn't find much in Caledor's words Useful news, he can now confirm that Caledor's memory seems to be still before the appearance of the maelstrom... Then he continued, "Let's put Morathi's question aside for now, and I'm going to ask you, are you in the maelstrom?" Can you observe what is happening outside when you are inside? Did you come to me the first time after waking up? Before you told me this, did you know who I am?"

The walls around the room came back again, condensing around Dacius and Caledon.As the scene changed, Caledon, like those gods, turned back into a mortal body again, into that crooked body, short and melancholy.

"We all feel that way when fate taps us on the shoulder. I never imagined that one day... yes, I was guided by the gods and they brought me here.

We can't do everything, we're stuck there.We have uttered piercing warnings in the dreams of many powerful mages, and we have woven spells to call aid until the gods...  "Caledo said somewhat desolately.

"Don't worry, Morathi can't do anything, don't let this pressure overwhelm you, otherwise the maelstrom will disappear. I think in this limited time, you should pay attention to the six thousand people who are not here. 440 to have a clear idea of ​​what happened in a year."

Elves are just like birds, with a long life span that is too long. There is no antecedent, so where is the consequence?Void creation?
Then Dacius began to succinctly describe the changes that have taken place in Ulthuan over the past 6000 years, such as Morathi, Malekith, and the Caledor family, etc., and introduced who he is.

Caledo, who was listening to Dacius' narration, touched the place where his heart should be, without a steady rhythm.He put his hands in front of his nostrils, breathing without rhythm.He touched his wrist again, but there was no pulse.

Caledon regained a bit of memory, long, long ago, he died to save the world.He died a slow, painful death while trying to cast his powerful spells.Once his name had been Caledor the Dragon Tamer, and he had walked among the living mortals, and that was his name then, but he did not recall it until now.

Caledor remembers almost nothing but his mission, and it's nice to have another name.This may be a start, an anchor, a foundation on which he can build.

As the narration deepened, another memory emerged in Caledo's mind.He remembered Aenarion talking to Malekith as a boy in the barracks.

Aenarion comforted his young son with an unearthly tenderness and patience, explaining the law to Malekith.This is completely different from his attitude when dealing with other people, because he lives in himself, and often cannot restrain his emotions, and hates anyone or anything that tries to go against his will.

In Dacius' narration, the adult Malekith seems to have turned into a bad guy, and spread death and disaster to the land he guarded?This thought made Caledor sad, but he could also understand Malekith's fate, after all, Malekith's parents were also selfish.

Caledor has regained part of his memory, and in a way, the chessboard in front of him is a representation of the gigantic spells he wove over 6000 years ago that trapped him in the very center of the board.

"It takes a lot of gold to fight a war! This is what Caledor the Conqueror said. He is hailed in Ulthuan as one of the greatest generals who have ever lived! And he is your grandson." Already said The current Dacius summed up what he was doing right now.

"I seem to know why I'm here."

"The gods brought you here for a purpose. I think you came here to play a great game and decide the fate of this world. Your son Menis did not choose Malekith to be the second Phoenix The king chose Barshina from Tyranok Kingdom instead, and then everything changed, maybe you want to fix this instead of your son? Maybe it shouldn't be called a mistake? Who knows?" Dacius said flatly .

"Oh sorry, I'm only 30 but my memory isn't very good, I just forgot to say that Malekith, unlike his father, rejected Kane. Like you said, The world is collapsing. Even if you don't come to me, I will save it in another way. You are very important, but... you are not that important. Those Slann magic priests will not allow the maelstrom to collapse, It's not just you and your companions, they are also protecting this world, on this premise, I don't need to say what I'm going to say next, right?"

"Sorry, my time is up." Caledo nodded and said lonely. He found that the times had changed and it was completely different from what he remembered. He might need to think about and prove what Dacius said. .

Afterwards, Caledo stood up from the chair with great reluctance, and after refusing Dacius' support, he walked slowly towards the door.

In Dacius's view, Caledo was like a prisoner who was about to be executed, and that was indeed the case.

"Goodbye, Dacius, you have to remember that you can't fall! If you fall, maybe our world will also fall." Caledo suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at Duck Us said seriously.

"Don't worry, I won't fall down! By the way, there is one more thing, you must know that no matter how you feel about Malekith, he is the second Phoenix King chosen by Asuryan ! This is unquestionable and cannot be tampered with. If you have any doubts, you can ask the gods for answers, and I think they will answer for you." Dacius said equally seriously.

Caledon didn't say anything, but smiled and nodded to Dacius, and then he opened the door of the room, and the raging fire behind the door rushed towards him, and the heat like a furnace rushed into the room, he was not in the room. Recoiled from the surging flames, but resolutely passed through the gate and plunged into the flames. His body began to shrink and burn, just like it did more than 6000 years ago.

From Dacius's point of view, every step Caledo took was painfully slow and suffocating.He saw a fiery figure crucified, a weary soul, with a will of its own, returning to hell to perform its final eternal duty.

"Goodbye! The ancestor of how to train the dragon who belongs to this world, remember my last sentence, it is very important! Have a chance to see this familiar and strange world! I look forward to our next meeting, I miss that Now I should know how to play this game of chess, and we can play against each other." Dacius bowed solemnly and said, expressing his sincere respect for Caledon.

Dacius sat up from the bed covered in cold sweat.

"Honey, are you okay?" Drusala's pretty face showed concern.

"It's nothing." Dacius took the water glass from Geneviève and drank the white grape juice in it. He recovered and said with a smile to Drusala, "I'm with you." The dragon tamer chatted for a long time."

"Dragon Trainer Caledo?" Drusala asked in disbelief.

"Yes! Dragon Trainer Caledon!" (End of this chapter)