Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

"In the records of the Lizardmen, this is a special place that was selected, and it became the place where the Old Ones built their homes. After that, the Old Ones began to practice here on some of the races that existed on this planet. Enlightenment, such as how to let elves master magic correctly, how to let dwarves have the ability to forge runes.

The most amazing thing is human beings. At first, the Old Sages thought that human beings were too primitive, but their ability to adapt to the environment is incredible. This is why human beings can quickly use our colonial cities to rise after we abandon the colonies of the old world. a reason.

So the Old Sage changed his mind and taught some mysteries to humans at that time.Those human beings who have been taught are called "Truth Talkers". Their duties are just like their names, bringing the truth to those barbaric and ignorant compatriots, and enlightening them. After that, these earliest human civilizations began to spread all over the world. "

Dacus introduced this place to Drucci and Belloda with great interest. He had to let them know what they were here for instead of being confused.

"Sounds like... a myth?" Colonia sighed.

"Yes, a myth! Perhaps only the gods know what happened at that time." Dacius nodded in agreement. As far as he knew, the group of mantras at that time were very powerful, even stronger than elves in terms of magical attainments.

At the same time that Caledon, the dragon tamer, began to build the maelstrom, the Truthsayer on Albion Island also sensed what the elves were going to do.The Truthtalker asked his giant partners to set up huge Stonehenge on the network nodes all over Albion Island, gathering a large amount of chaotic energy blowing south from the Arctic Chaos Wasteland on Albion Island, and even sending it back to the north.At that time, Albion Island corresponded to the Lustria continent in the south and the Southland jungle, one south and one north, and at the same time, it relieved the heavy pressure from the establishment of the maelstrom.Without the actions of the Truthsayer, the establishment of the Maelstrom is very likely to fail.

However, Dacius didn't say these words to the elves because it was unnecessary.

"From a sociological point of view, this island is extremely closed. According to the human lifespan, there will be a great possibility of degeneration in the period of more than 6000 years, such as inbreeding or the inheritance of the man of truth is broken. For details, please refer to the shadow we encountered in the precipitous peaks.

So, the purpose of our trip is to first find the true speaker here to understand the situation?And besides these truth-talkers, according to the description in the myth, there should be a temple city placed here by the ancient sages as a node of the spiritual vein network. Looking for relics of the Old Ones? " Colonia analyzed.

"Yes, as I expected, if those truth talkers are still at the level they were at that time, they should know that we are coming when we come, so that we don't have to go around the island for a few days." Da Keus said with some annoyance.

"Ah~ I, Drucci, who was supposed to drink the abyss of the world, now have a sudden sense of mission! I can feel the burden of protecting this world on my shoulders!" Malanur changed the subject appropriately .

Except for Belloda, who was in shock and thinking, the Duruccis laughed in agreement again.

"I've heard some rumors here..." Cladin said suddenly, and after thinking for a while, he continued, "The sailors said that the humans here are cannibals, and there are some strange monsters in the swamp. Of course, except Beyond these are whole islands shrouded in mists and surrounded by reefs, where sailors to and from the Old World seldom land, and few sailors come to tell of their perilous voyages."

"Although the mist and the reef are aligned, who knows whether these stories are completely correct? Maybe the sailors who choose to log in here will not be able to return to Naggaros. They're not known for their honesty." Cowell went on to say that his family ran the establishments in Krakalund, and he knew it all too well.

"No matter what, we'll find out later." Dacius, who was looking into the distance, saw a fuzzy column of smoke.

After a long time, the team came to a relatively high place overlooking an unusual village. Even in the misty twilight, the strangeness of the village was obvious.

Like an island in the middle of the lake, the village is built in the center of the lake, surrounded by a group of reeds. The houses by the lake seem to be either on stilts or on artificial islands.Or maybe the word house is a misnomer, because the house looks so primitive, it's almost like a straw and wood building.It is eerie to look at, in an island with such a changeable weather, wondering how this kind of house could have remained in place, rather than being blown away or washed away by high winds and heavy rains.

"Someone is moving." Dacius looked at the village with his binoculars. He saw some people sitting on the pier fishing, and some people drifting in small boats, doing something in their hands, as if they were fishing. There are also some children running and jumping around the fence, seeming to be waiting for the next dinner.As for the situation in the island in the middle of the lake, he couldn't see it. Although the people on the opposite side were natives, it didn't mean they were stupid. Why did they let the situation in the village be seen from the high ground?

"The situation seems to be better than we expected. At least they are not eating people. We can spend the night here. There will be food and warmth here. What should we do now?" Maranul discussed with Dacius after watching.

"Peace!" Dacius opened his mouth and smiled at Maranul.

Ren rode a dilophosaurus and held the Jaguar battle flag, and led his brilliant shadow hunters and his old partner Colonia to the village entrance.

Originally, Rennes also kindly invited Kewell, but Kewell refused in every possible way this time, saying that he would not go. It may be that the last adventure left a deep shadow on Kewell.

"Strangers, what are you here for?" A voice sounded in the ears of Ren and others.

But only hear his voice, not see his person.The Huangqi Shadow Hunters who heard the sound immediately drew their weapons and stood on guard, and Colonia also prepared his hands to deal with the next situation.

"Peace! There is no need for violence between us, I just asked a very ordinary question." There was softness and lightness in the words, but there was no weakness at all.

"In my hometown, I usually introduce myself before asking others." Ren raised his head and raised his chin and said in Lizardman language.

As Ren's words fell, a person appeared out of nowhere in front of him. It was an old man, as rough as an oak branch, but looking very strong.

The old man wears a pleated plaid cloak that blends perfectly with the surroundings of Albion.A long sword that didn't match his attire was on his back. Ren could not accurately describe the feeling. The long sword was more like the Zunshen Zongqi sword in Chupa Coco's hand.He is leaning on a spear that clearly has an aboriginal style, as if the spear is like a stick. The facial features on his face look extremely incongruous, and the strange angular tattoo on his face further destroys the sense of coordination. .The yellowed teeth were exposed in a smile, and there was an indescribable meaning, especially in his blue pupils, there was a kind of fear flickering.

"Elves from Naggaroth, though you come and go as you please, you should not come here."

Ren was stunned for a moment, but only looked at the old man suspiciously, and the old man blew his whistle.

Many archers suddenly appeared from the dense reeds, and behind them were spearmen holding long-handled harpoons?In a sense, this should be the Spearman, and Ren is a little confused.

"As you said, there is no need for violence!" Ren, who reacted, continued to speak in the lizard language.

"Of course, unless you hand over your weapon now!" said the old man.

Ren frowned, he found that the old monkey was a bit shameless.

At this time the sky began to rain again.

"First of all, you have to make it clear that, as the oracle of the Old Sage, I came to negotiate with you in accordance with the will of the Old Sage Umak, not Drucci from Naggaroth!" Ren showed no sign of weakness hit back.

"It seems like I thought, their inheritance is broken." Colonia reminded in a low voice.

The old man shook his head, then made a gesture.

Arrows flashed in the air, attacking Ren and Du Luqi.

Colonia, who had been preparing for a long time, swung away the arrow that was about to hit her with a slight wave of her hand, and then her fingers changed dexterously with the rotation of her wrist, and then she flattened her palm and pushed towards her attacker.

The wind of magic on this island is too fickle. Fortunately, Colonia's current level can be easily mastered.The Slann magic priest who was not good at speaking didn't hold anything back when she taught them these sorceresses. After such a substantial study, she is no longer an intern after following her for two and a half years.

The metal transformed by the wind of the godly sect trapped the old man and the group of natives behind him, and they stood there like stones, unable to move.

It wasn't until this time that Ren could see clearly the reed tubes in the mouths of the natives. These reed tubes were obviously cut to allow them to breathe in the water. He felt that this was like a trick.He looked at the old man. The old man was still trying his best to resist Colonia's magic, and he didn't know whether it was rain or cold sweat on his forehead.He looked at Colonia again, and shook his head speechlessly. He thought that Colonia was right.

"Servant of Malekith, your magic is powerful, but the Illuminati will defeat you!"

Ren was really angry. Although the rain was loud, he still heard the sound of the wheels turning and the cold lizard's hind legs stamping on the ground. He didn't want to appear so useless in front of Dacius.He jumped off the saddle of the dilophosaurus, and walked quickly to the old man, staring at the strange geometric pattern tattooed on the old man's face.

"I am Ren Takaya, I am from Naggaroth, as you said, I am a servant of His Majesty the Witch King, but you have to figure it out! If I want to destroy you, confuse you, or destroy you This poor savage village, I have already done it! Neither you nor your followers, nor your childish magic can stop me! Be sober, look behind me, can this force be stopped by you?" Ren growled sharply.

"As you say, peace! I am Drucci, but I have always spoken to you as an ancient oracle! There is a fine line between courage and stupidity, but you have crossed cross the line. Be sensible and don't be so confused."

"This may just be your trick, you may wish to confuse us or bring us bad luck in some dark and terrible way..." said the old man.

Ren's teeth itched in anger, he wished he could slap the old man, and then gouged out his eyes with a stabbing blade.

"You speak the truth, peace! Untie us."

Ren stretched out his index finger of his right hand with some annoyance, pointed at the old man, and then looked back at Colonia.

Colonia shrugged nonchalantly, and the spell was broken.

The old man and his villagers were free again, and the villagers fell to the ground, weapons slipping from limp fingers.

"Are you a Truth Speaker?"

"Yes, it's me."

"We need shelter, and a place to stay overnight. Our leader will talk to you at night."

"Yes, just as you hoped. Tonight, you are guests." The old man said enthusiastically, his attitude at this moment was completely opposite to before.

Cold Lizard's hind legs stepped into the water, but as if floating in the water, instead of sinking, it floated up.

Dacius poked his head out and took a look to understand why this happened. Under the water surface, there was a narrow causeway that was cleverly hidden by the water and could only be seen from a close distance.The natives obviously knew the way, so they didn't need to look down.In his opinion, this is a simple and effective system, like a moat, but it is useless in front of the power of destruction.

If Dacius looked closer, he could see the growth rings of the wood on the causeway.And buried under the foundations are some strange half-human, half-animal engravings, serving as inscriptions to make the causeway safe.

When Drucci's team approached the gate of the village, the women in the village were still hiding on the low wooden fence with bows and harpoons and looked at them hostilely. It was obvious that these women were the last reserve team of the village. Under Ren's explanation and the old man's arrangement, the narrow streets of the village were empty. After all, Cold Lizard was no joke, but there was no way that Cold Lizard could be placed outside the village. God knows what would happen at night.

"They are our guests, they control us, but they didn't kill us. They said they are not our enemies, until they prove different, I will believe their words." He stopped and said to the dark place in the gap between the two houses.

"No matter who she is, she shouldn't be there, she should be painted with potion." Ren, who was following the old man on a Dilophosaurus, said after glancing into the darkness.

A girl came out of the darkness with a hand ax in a decidedly Norscan style.

The girl's facial features were covered by blue paint, and there was only a general outline. She was dressed very Celtic, but it was not Gallic green, but British blue.She wears a headdress of dark feathers with metal trim, her long hair is braided behind her head in intricate braids, and her dark blue loose robe is embroidered with white twine and geometric patterns.Around the waist is a leather belt, and around the wrists and neck are several strings of beads made of natural materials, with four-leaf clover, triangle and spiral ornaments.

Coupled with the ax in his hand, there is an indescribable feeling, both rough and elegant?Anyway weird.And a strange scene happened, the Cold Ones didn't attack the girl who didn't apply the potion, but... very peaceful.

"This girl is not simple, she has a strong talent for magic." Drusala whispered to Dacius.

"Yes." Belloda also echoed.

"No, grandpa, as I said before, they were sent by the ancient saints, and they will not harm us." The girl first touched Ren's Dilophosaurus curiously, and then said to the old man.

Dilophosaurus tilted its head to look at the girl first, then lowered its head and handed the double ridges on its head to the girl.

"How do you know?" Dacius, who was watching this scene, asked curiously.

"I have a prophecy that you will land in the west and come here."

"Oh? What else did you see?"

The girl pursed her lips, as if recalling something, then shook her head regretfully.

"There is a cloud hanging in the northwest sky, and the phoenix falls into a group of crows." Dacius muttered, maybe this girl is really what the sorceresses said, and then waved her hand to signal the team to move on. He didn't want to stand on the street chat up.

After arranging the tents for the night rest, the fence for the Cold Ones, and the patrols, a group of Drucci dignitaries came to the largest longhouse in the village.

As the door creaked open, Dacius felt a smell of mud and salted fish mixed with him, accompanied by the barking of dogs and children.

Belloda raised his hand to his nose and coughed lightly. Compared with this unpleasant smell, the stench of the liquid medicine on his body was nothing.

A little boy was startled to cry by the sudden appearance of guests, and then other children followed suit, and the dog next to him barked. The scene was chaotic for a while, but their mother quickly chased them away. gone.

Dacius shook his head. He felt very noisy. He could clearly feel the hostility and prying eyes of these natives. The natives looked curious and frightened. It seemed that the natives saw so many strangers appearing for the first time. in the village where they live.But he didn't pay attention, and he didn't give candy to those children.What he has to do is get used to it, maybe the rest of the journey will be like this.

The halls of the longhouse were long and low, lit by pitch-soaked torches.Apparently this was some kind of tribal communal banquet and parlour, with a huge fireplace on the large facing wall, and some of the native attendants either cross-legged or squatting, in various poses, all wearing crudely crafted arms.

"My name is Puyle, welcome to this hall." The old man said.

"Dacius, disaster of hell, thank you for your welcome." After finishing speaking, Dacius walked up to Puyle and stretched out his right hand.

Puyle was stunned for a moment, and then also extended his right hand.

Dacius first glanced at Ren, as if he was looking for the camera, and then he grabbed Puyle's hand and shook it for a while before leaving.

"Strange ritual."

"Yes, a strange ceremony." Dacius said with a smile.

Then Ren waited for Drucci to bring out the prepared gifts, which were nothing more than some Lustria specialties, and of course there was a staff used by Skink Priests.

"Hope you like it."

"Thank you, I like it very much. This is the first time I have seen such an exquisite staff." Puyle began to play with the staff in his hand, and he said with some joy.

Dacius shook his head slightly. He knew that he had encountered a mallet. It is estimated that the old man did not understand it before his granddaughter, but this is also a good start, isn't it?At least the old man's head was not hung on the gate of the village, which proved that the diplomacy got off to a relatively good start, and then he motioned for Drucci and the others to sit down around the long table.

After playing with it for a while, Puyle sat down with his staff, his movements were like some kind of signal, and then the wine barrel was carried out by the natives, and some bowls, plates and wine glasses were also placed on Drucci in front of.

Dacius was a little surprised. It seems that these natives still have some family background, and they didn't make some wooden cups.Bowls, plates and goblets, usually made of precious metals, are symbols of prosperity and abundance, but... this cannot be related to the surrounding environment, only the ancestors.

Moreover, the tableware placed on the surface of Dacius is pressed with gold, and the outer ring of the bowl is decorated with hares, deer and moons, which may be related to some kind of ceremony or night.The same goes for the goblets, with silver exteriors adorned with patterns and animal reliefs, and interiors with gold threads.

Puyle simply tapped on the wine barrel, and a strong smell of alcohol came out, and then a golden liquid appeared in the wine glass.

Dacius first glanced at Drusala, and after seeing Drusala nodded, he picked up the wine glass and said pompously.

"Ah~ the magical golden bowl and the legendary O'Brien whiskey, thank you for your hospitality." Dakuus first glanced at Drusala, and after seeing Drusala nodded, he picked up the wine glass and boasted Said.

After Dacius smelled the aroma of the wine, he directly raised his glass and drank it down. The whiskey in the glass was like water to him.

Puyle's wine glass was still held in mid-air, and after seeing Dacius's movement, he also drank it down in one gulp.

Duckus and Puyle's actions drew warm cheers from Durucci and the natives. The Duruccis were more interested in having fun, while the natives sincerely admired people who could drink booze.

"I can feel the aroma of the grain, nice wine." Dacius could feel the wine burning his tongue and sending a strong puff of smoke down the back of his throat and into his nostrils.

"Very well, drinker."

As Puyle's voice fell, all the wine glasses on the long table were full of wine.

It seems that this group of natives on Obien Island likes to drink, and they like to drink heavily. This is very good. This is a good signal, Dacius looked around and thought.

After the second glass of wine was eaten, the cooked food was placed on the long table one after another, and music began to play in the corner of the hall.

"Drinker, what brought you to O'Brien?" Puyle asked curiously.

Dacius stretched out his lower lip and blew air on his nose and forehead. Although Puyle's wrinkled face was plain, there was strong interest in his eyes.He didn't answer Puyle right away, but tapped the wine glass on the knuckle of his index finger, and motioned to Puyle at the same time.

"My companions and I are going on a trip to the old world. We passed by Obien Island, so we came." Dacius said casually. Before coming here, he ate something to pad his stomach. He leaned his body on the back of the chair, spread his hands and said, "We need to evaluate the situation here in detail. The situation in the whole world is very bad now."

"Evaluate what? Of course, I won't inquire about what you don't want to say." Puyle asked curiously after hiccupping.

Dacius didn't answer Puyle immediately, but smiled at Puyle, and knocked on the wine glass again.

Sorry, _(:з」∠)_
I didn’t feel right about what I ate this morning, and I’ve been out of shape all day.

There are Celtic myths behind the causeway and the golden bowl