Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

As the procession crossed the summit, Dacius could see just how deceiving the landscape really was.The seemingly towering peaks are actually many intersecting mountains, and there are many valleys and lakes between the mountains. Although he has never been to the Anatolian Plateau, he feels as if he has already arrived.

The highest point of Beast Peak is full of snow and sparse vegetation.The only wild animals were some high-flying birds and some wild sheep that jumped warily when they saw humans.Below is more pine forest, which in some places reaches almost to the lake.

If Dacius hadn't seen a barren valley to the northeast, he would have felt like Hannibal crossing the Alps again.That barren, treeless land was forever shrouded in a mist, said to never dissipate, through which he seemed to see the pinnacle of Leadhold.

Behind Dacius, the Silver Helmed Cold One Dread Knights marched forward in a marching formation. He knew what made one valley fertile and the other not fertile, because the final destination of the team's trip was that A misty wasteland, the temple city of Albion Island, also known as the ancient furnace, is located there.It is already the fourth day since he came to the Holy Land of the Truthsayer. The last troops that could come from the entire Obion Island have come. Even Puyle, who is located at the southernmost point, finally took a few young and strong people from the village to take a flat-bottomed The boat came across the swamp.

The warriors of the Poreni tribe lined up in a row. They didn't seem to be going to fight, but more like...going shopping and sightseeing, a horn-shaped musical instrument, which should have inspired the army to achieve brilliant victories , similar to the Celtic Cornu blowing without rhythm, it sounds like a magic sound to Drucci's ears. In Selyre's words, even the city guards who guard the city in Drucci society are serious Looks stronger than them all.

At the end of the team were the stupid giants and the truth tellers. Darkus really believed it now, even though the giants were very tall, some had one eye, and some had two eyes.It was about eight to 15 meters tall, with disheveled hair, and an indescribable stench all over its body, as if it hadn't taken a bath in several years, even though Obion Island was either a lake, a river, or a swamp.

But it's really stupid, that kind of stupidity can be seen intuitively with the naked eye, that mutated face, that huge skull, almost engraved the word stupid on the faces of giants.Although Dacius, as the ancient sage Umak, can control the giant as a matter of course, he has no interest, unless there is something in the lead castle or the ancient furnace that can help the giant regain his sanity, but he thinks the chances are not high, because this It's not idealism anymore, it's nonsense.If there is, it should be possible to restore the chaos to normalization. This is not nonsense.

Throwing stones is a necessary skill for giants, but no giant is so stupid that they carry stones, generally stone sticks or tree trunks, and only pick up boulders and throw them during battle.It may be because of the indecent reason, these giants did not reveal the big bird, and the natives made some curtains or pants for the giants to cover them.

At the front of the team were the female guards leading the team forward. Dacius stood on the top of the mountain and looked around. What attracted his attention was not the wild scenery, but the group of circular stone towers clinging to the top of the next ridge.They are huge, brutal structures that can withstand sieges.The only ornament is the ubiquitous woad battle pattern, which echoes the tattoo designs on the faces and bodies of the Aboriginal people.

"Thank you for your help to Oracle, and may the sun god protect her." Puyle came to Daxus and said while taking a break.

"You're welcome my friend, we just did what anyone would do in this situation, what brought you here?"

"This time it's bad, the orcs are gathering in the mountains again. I can feel their shaman abetting them to try to take the valley back, and there seems to be some kind of prophet among them. It seems they've lived there for a long time, and they put This place is my own." Puyle said with some anxiety.

"Is that so?" Dacius was perfunctory while thinking, he could already foresee a big fight, and there would be a fight in the future, and it seemed that the price to be paid might be very high.He suddenly realized that what Puyle saw was not only incomplete, but also messy. No wonder the Truthsayers split in the end.

"We may face an army of greenskins and an army of Chaos Worshipers at the same time." Puyle said worriedly looking at the distant mountains, as if suspecting that there might be enemies hidden in the mountains.

If Dacius's team can't close the road, then they can only shake people. The inheritance of the Truth Worders is broken. The only thing that makes him gain is that the Truth Worders still retain the ability to use organ stones to build waystones and stone rings. As for The level of spellcasting... It doesn't matter.

In the 13 years since he came to this world, Dacius has learned nothing but shaking people, and his equipment has also been upgraded. For the first time, he wears on his chest in front of the Lustria continent, which can teleport back. Lustria's Ikki Talisman is now the Eye of Tepok.

"The prophecy told me to stay by your side, and I will try my best to help you! I can do whatever I can." Puyle shook his head and said in a firm tone against all difficulties.

"My friend, I hope you won't be useful." Dacius said with a very bad premonition in his heart.

The team continued to set off and came to the round stone tower group seen before in the evening. A group of warriors from the Tulaini tribe appeared from the stone tower group and rushed towards them along the ridge.According to rough statistics, there are dozens of people, and all of them are armed. It seems that they are here to meet the Truthsayer.

The warriors of the Turaini tribe are generally larger than the warriors of the Boreni tribe. Their hair is long and unkempt, and beards of almost dwarf length grow from their faces, braided and twisted into various fantastic patterns.There are woad battle marks on the cheeks, chest and arms.They carried huge two-handed swords on their backs, or carried spears and shields in their hands.Clothing consisted of leather vests and wool skirts, and most wore long checked cloaks, some with bear or wolf skins instead.

The warriors looked at Dacius' team vigilantly. After all, the silver helmets and silver armor, the glaring weapons in their hands, and the menacing Cold One under their crotches must not make them wary and alert.

"These people have slightly better equipment. They should be holding ironware. Mountains and hills are places where minerals and metals are easy to find." Maranul, who was walking side by side with Dacius, said.

"After all, the god weapon in Puyle's hand is very rare. By the way, have you heard the legend of the sword in the stone?"

Dacius and the Maranul brothers chatted casually, ignoring the warriors' open hostility.A moment later Puyle walked towards them leading a huge bear man and made a quick introduction.

This bear-like guy is the second son of Chief Badug of the Tulaini tribe, named Malog. This group of round stone towers is his fief. There is no enthusiasm in his perfunctory greetings, only suspicion and a little bit of enthusiasm. a discreet respect.

Although it was already night, Dacius could still clearly see Malog's brutal face, those cold blue eyes and that cold face filled with keen wisdom.This made him think of the wolf cub Marus, but the bear man in front of him couldn't compare with Marus.

"So how many troops do you have in your empire, messengers of the ancient saints?" Malog asked unceremoniously.

Immediately, the surrounding warriors all focused their attention on looking over.

"Sorry, what you can see is my last strength. My empire has been destroyed. Thank you for allowing us to stay on your land." Dacius, who is good at talking nonsense with his eyes open, didn't even think about it. Zhang Kou Lai.

"Then where do you guys come from?" Malog's tone changed after hearing what Dacius said, and his cautious respect turned into nothingness.

"We came from a place not far from this island, located in the southeast of the island. It is full of wealth, milk and honey flow, and the fields are full of grain and cattle and sheep, but the people there are not warriors, but Businessman." Dacius ignored Malog's tone, and he continued to guide.

"Milk and honey? You said the people there are merchants? Not warriors?" Malog said in an exaggerated tone with some disbelief.

The guard warriors behind Malog bumped each other, then laughed, as if the chief had made a joke.

"Yes, the wealth of that country comes from trade, so the people there are merchants. It is a very rich country. I have visited the lord there, and his palaces are all made of gold." Dakwu S added maliciously.

Dacius found that the bear man was particularly interested in the outside world, and the bear man looked at him like a robber looking at a rich businessman, or a blackmailer looking at a shopkeeper.Naked greed appeared in the bear man's eyes, which was very obvious.The bearmen approached him for information on future invasions, and the questions and conversations always revolved around matters of military strength and the like.So he wants to add more details, there will be a period of time after this crisis is resolved, and the southeast of Albion Island is the Kingdom of Colonia in Bretonnia, those knight masters will definitely like to have military exploits offered to come to your door .

Puyle felt that the direction of the topic was getting more and more wrong, so he quickly interrupted Malog's further questioning.

"When we get into the actual situation, we will discuss these things further." After Malog finished speaking, he returned to the front to lead the way, without any intention of going to the back of the team to visit the Truth Speaker.

"Malog is a good guy, but greedy and known as a predator," Puyle said with a laugh as the tall warriors swaggered away.

"My friend, it is indeed as you said, I can feel the warmth and hospitality from him." Dacius said nonchalantly.

The Druccis who heard the conversation between Dacius and Puyle finally couldn't bear it anymore, some started to cover their mouths and started laughing, and some pretended nothing happened.In their view, these gorillas with no military literacy are like the Yankees working in the mines of Naggaros, they are lambs to be slaughtered, and what Dacius does is to put down his body and play monkeys.

"Don't talk too much about riches with him, or he may forget everything at hand and try to make an expedition to the places you speak of," said Puyle worriedly.

"Isn't this exactly what I need?" Dacius wondered, and then he asked curiously, "Are all the chiefs on this island like him?"

"Unfortunately, most of them are like that, and they would rather plunder than raise their own livestock. That's why it's so hard for our people to come together unless there's a huge threat."

"It's a good thing you're not, are you?"

Under the leaden sunlight of the valley, Dacius felt what happened last night was like a dream. He tried his best to ignore his aching head and churning stomach, and he decided not to drink whiskey again.

"I was hurt by alcohol and sex, and I was so haggard. Starting today, I will stop drinking!"

Last night the towers closed like a prison, with big, thick walls, a dark place, smelling of unwashed meat, animals, and wood smoke, like a disgusting labyrinth.

Dacius met his opponent last night, that Malogot could drink, gnawed on the leg of lamb, drank whiskey, and kept asking him about the outside world while listening to music.A beautiful female guard with freckles on her face and short reddish-brown hair kept trying to stick to him during the banquet and smiled at him.

Compared to Maher, Dacius hated this female guard named Morian, and he felt that Morian was no different from those female Duruccis who were messing around.

At this point the team moved down the steep hill, down a very narrow path.
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Kellman stood on the side stone platform of the pyramid, looking down at the Cyclops in front of him.The giant's one eye was also staring back at him, and the giant's body was still exuding a foul smell.

"An ugly existence, if I have also experienced his battles, maybe I will become like this?" Kellman thought silently while examining the giant's mutated face and huge body.

"The little greenskins are coming! Magrig, you have killed a lot of people, but more enemies will come. They are numerous and possess powerful magic. Maybe even I can't crush them." One-Eyed The giant's voice was like thunder rumbling, resounding in the air.He looks so intimidating, he has the power to siege, but deep down he is still controlled by the binding magic.

"I believe you will do your best." Kellman said, turning his attention away from the giant's body, and admiring his left hand that had been alienated into a crab claw.

Kellman cast his eyes on the distant hills, where the foliage was full of strangeness, and the smell of the surrounding wilderness was almost as pungent as the smell of the giant.He didn't understand why his master asked him to come here, was there some kind of meaning hidden in it?Is there some kind of omen?Perhaps he should sacrifice a captive orc and search its guts for clues.

But time is running out, and Logor reports that access to these channels has become increasingly difficult to control.Some passages are constantly bursting with chaotic energy, and the aura of madness begins to spread to the unaffected passages.More than one of their followers and warband companions has failed to return.

Also, there were far fewer Chaos Warriors in this area than Kellman had expected, but orc hordes were gathering on the hills.The orcs' fear and reverence for the Cyclops seemed to be fading, and perhaps the orcs were about to appear before him soon.He could feel the terrible orc magic at work on those hills, and perhaps the orc shaman had sensed his movements here and was trying to stop him.

Thinking of this, Kelman became even more confused. Why did his master want him to do this?Why fill the hole under the altar with the hearts and blood of human sacrifices?Why should he work day and night to fend off the strange forces trying to seal the road?Is there some other unknown being?An unpleasant surprise left behind by the Old Ones to prevent invaders from using their tools?If so, those tools are doomed to fail.Chaos was ruling the world, he was convinced of it.

"Stay here and smash everything that enters this place! But if I call you, you must come." Kellman gave Magrigor the last order.

"I hear and obey, Old One," Magrigos promised.

Kellman ignored Magrig's address, he turned and walked down the stone platform, and stepped into the passage of the ziggurat. He suddenly sensed that a great "big man" had arrived.

Zakul came out of his trance, feeling uneasy even though he could feel the thousands of orcs around him.These orcs gathered from all over the island, and they fought their way to join his clan, called by the ancient herd instinct of the orc.But something bad was happening, he could figure it out.The weather had grown worse, and Magrig, their long-sleeping god, had betrayed them.

The two gods showed Zakul the scene of the earth cracking and swallowing the orcs, a large number of weak chickens sprang up like maggots, the sky became a flame-like color, and the dimension stone was filled with dirty breath.For some reason, he could always imagine that if he did not retake the city and drive the invaders out of the sacred ziggurat, disaster would befall him.

The twin gods were watching Zakul, giving him faith and authority to make the warlords obey his orders, even though many of them were his sworn enemies and shamans who had fought for control of the ziggurat.

But now, like a herd of wild boars united to face a common threat, Zakul's once enemies, the tribes are uniting.This unity occurs when the twin gods gaze upon an orc.Now, let's put aside our differences and follow him to a great Waaagh!It had to, because time was running out in his latest vision, and they needed to act quickly to avert disaster.

Zakul thought about a force guiding his thoughts, he opened his spiritual eyes and looked over.A shaman's spirit hovered before him, invisible to other orcs but himself.Also the shaman's voice can only be heard by him.

"The shrimp on the mountain is coming along the path, they have collusion with the elves! There is collusion!"

"I thought you would use your power to tear them to pieces! Devour their marrow!" Zakul ordered.

Zakul's attention turned to the ziggurats of the temple city below, fighting his one-time rivals in street battles, giving him intimate knowledge of the best lines of attack and the secret passages beneath the city.Fortunately, the new Xiami doesn't know any of this.The heads of those shrimps will be offered as sacrifices to Brother Mo Mao!The tallest of these would be the skulls of Magrig and those two strange human familiars.Only by offering sacrifices can the twin gods appease their wrath.Only in this way can disaster be avoided.

Lightning intertwined in the distance, and thunder rumbled.

Zakul wonders if this is an omen?maybe not?Weather like this is too common here to be a warning, perhaps.

The next morning, the team continued to set off.The weather was the same as yesterday, with lightning and thunder.

The flare was diffused by the mist into a brief intense light, appeared around the team, and then disappeared in an instant.

"This damn weather, curse this weather!" Maranul, who was frightened, cursed.

"My lord, I can feel something watching us in the woods!" Ren, who came from behind, pointed to a direction in the fog and said solemnly.

"Why did the orcs come here at the same time as us? It can't be a coincidence this time, right?" Kewell asked in a daze.

"Who can tell the Orcs? Sometimes they get caught up in collective madness and do things collectively for no reason. Like lemmings jumping off a cliff or birds migrating. Maybe their gods have some sort of order for them Instructions, maybe some things are also sacred to orcs, or do something that is easy to attract the attention of the gods and great souls." Colonia explained indifferently, but she had already picked up the staff in her hand, Ready to cast spells.

"Green-skinned Waaagh! How else to explain that?" Dacius ignored the possibility of orcs, attracted by his sister's academic theories.

Another dazzling light diffused from the mist, followed by a thunderclap, which was closer this time, and the whole mountain seemed to shake.

Dacius was called back, the drizzle was beating on his Rain Charm, but he could still feel the cold.

"Let the team be alert, don't attack without authorization."

As soon as Dacius finished speaking, a scream sounded in the mist.

After hearing the order, Flanais raised his horn and blew, and at the same time, the big guy also issued an order to the Cold Ones,
In an instant, the Cold Ones responded with roars that echoed in the mist, full of primitive strength and fighting spirit.Their pupils are tightly constricted in a wild gaze, and they turn nimbly to lock their eyes on potentially threatening directions.Their posture is low, ready to rush forward at any time to meet the possible battle.The whole scene is full of tension, as if the earth is trembling for the wild power in this land.

Some native warriors drew greatswords, others brandished spears, looking around blankly for new threats.

And in the dark surroundings, battle roars came faintly, as if from another world, and the heavy roar echoed in the air, telling the existence of orcs, like a threat from an unknown realm.In addition, the goblin's gibberish also resounded in the air, making strange creaking noises, as if conveying a kind of confusion and cunning.

In this chaotic situation, except for Dacius' Silver Helmed Cold One Dread Knight, the entire team fell into chaos.The female guards at the front try to maintain discipline and maintain formation.The giants and the Truthsayers in the rear also messed up, and the situation became a mess.

Suddenly, there was the crisp sound of weapons colliding in the mist, followed by the crunch of twisted bones and the screams of the wounded.

Dacus saw an orc rushing out holding a stick, and then there was no more. The orc seemed to automatically send its neck to the big guy's drooling mouth.

In the melee, the noise of battle was deafening, and the fog was filled with death and tension.The ferocious roar of the orcs interweaves with the shouts of humans, forming a terrible symphony.

But Dacius's team still remained motionless, as if they were outsiders.