Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

The Dust Staff is made of a pitch-black Shabele wood, its surface covered with faintly visible black runes, emitting a faint light. At the top of the staff, there is a purple gem covered with black crystals. The appearance of the entire staff incorporates the mysterious elements of Arabi. The lines are intricate, exuding a sacred and ancient atmosphere, and at the same time giving people an exotic feel. a feeling of.

"It's actually real, the Dust Staff."

The Dust Staff comes from Arabi. It is a very rare item. It is a legacy studied by a group of benevolent necromancers who can be called heretics. The staff cannot summon the undead, but it can banish the undead. Due to its rare nature, there is no second dust staff in the world. If it is mastered by a spellcaster who is proficient in the Wind of Shaxu, it can explode with considerable power. The most important thing is that the staff can be transformed into the hands of an elf spellcaster, and even more powerful weapons can be unleashed. Strong power.

Now is not the time to distribute the loot at the ROLL point, but Darkus is not going to come to these two rooms anymore, and the staff is temporarily held by Colonia. When the team exited the passage, a handful of red beans were sprinkled in the passage.

There were two rooms across from the Book of Flesh, one of which looked like nothing more than rows of dry compost beds on the floor and a number of half-rotted wooden troughs hanging from metal frames. Some of the wooden troughs have collapsed, and vegetation and mold have covered much of the walls and floors. There is no doubt that this was where Drakfels made poison.

However, the plants and mold had been left unattended for decades, and had been considerably altered by the castle's magic. They crave nourishment from anything they can get nourishment from, including spirits that enter the room. There was nothing of value in the room, and just when the plants and mold were ready to spew poisonous clouds, the door was closed.

The other room looked similar to the previous alchemy room, but there were no valuable items in it, just worthless bits and pieces, covered in dust and cobwebs.

The door of the room next to the Book of Flesh is open, and the messy monsters rushed out from here before. The room contained an assortment of torture devices, arranged so carefully, almost to excess, that they were all kept clean, polished and sharp.

In a magical brazier in the northwest corner are several heating irons, next to a marble-inlaid iron stand to which the body can be tied, and a tray of gleaming metal scalpels, thumb clamps, bone crushing instruments, and forceps. and similar tools. On the other side are torture racks, handcuffs hanging from the ceiling, many wooden sticks and belts, Techu Nyeo, etc.

After Cowell entered the room, after receiving confirmation from the spellcasters, he picked up a soldering iron and checked it, and then threw the soldering iron into the brazier like trash.

"There should have been a prison guard here before, but..."

Darkus nodded. He knew what Cowell was saying in the second half of his sentence. Maybe if he looked carefully, he could find the remains of the cell leader in the corridor? But the probability is not high. The metal jet was so powerful just now that it evaporated directly.

A cell has been transformed into a living room, which is used for resting and displaying various collections of the cell leader. In addition to human, dwarf and halfling ears hanging on the wall like dried bacon, there are also 14 bells. The bottle was filled with eyeballs, and it looked like a jar filled with pickled quail eggs... As curious as you want, the dragonborn had never seen this before. They crowded in the room and watched it.

"14 bottles, each containing 50 to 150 eyes..."

Halfway through Kewell's words, Maranur glared back fiercely and raised his hand to hit him. He knew his brother didn't like these things.

In addition to the ears and eyeballs, the team also found a coin box hidden under the support board, which contained more than 300 various human coins. There was no doubt that these coins belonged to the victims.

The other cells were empty, almost unnervingly clean, and the cell warden was as germaphobic as he was dedicated to keeping the place tidy. But the team still made some discoveries. In the gap of one of the cells, a silver ring was found with the symbol of the goddess of wisdom engraved on it, indicating that a follower of Verena was once imprisoned here.

Darkus did not enter the room on the right side of the flat square. He lit his pipe and leaned on the corridor to restore the SAN value. In his opinion, this place is not for humans. Compared to it, the Dark Dungeon is like a child's play house. How twisted Drakfels must be to do such bad things.

Darkus's decision was correct. The elves and dragonborn who entered were greatly shocked. They yelled, but the strange thing was that even though the cursing was unbearable, there was still a force that pushed them to continue watching.

Like the previous room, this room also focuses on torture, but the intensity is a step up. Each cell door has an iron bar, and there are burning torches maintained by magic inside the cell, allowing people to see the situation inside the cell. There is only one prisoner in each cell, locked with rustless iron chains and heavy shackles, making them unable to move. Magic maintains their life and consciousness, and they are always subjected to a specific torture.

The cell on the far left after entering the door contained an ogre who was starved of food. He was desperately pulling at a piece of meat that seemed to be pressed against the wall opposite the cell. Maddeningly, the piece of flesh bears a human face, visibly hiding in fear.

The second room held a naked greenskin, who was chained to a bed of nails. The nails tore the boil-covered flesh on his back, and he kept moaning.

"This is...orc war general?"

"The orc warlord who disobeyed Drakfels?"

The third room held a handsome young man, wearing a suit of clothing that had long been out of fashion in Tyrell. He was eternally damned. He is cursed to stare into a mirror, straighten himself out, and as his reflection in the mirror suddenly changes, so does his appearance. Boils and scabs broke out on his flesh, his body became stooped and arthritic, and his skin became old and withered.

Could it be that Drake Fells was jealous of the young man's handsomeness?
The next rooms are empty, but the fifth room contains a disturbing prisoner. Here, Drakfels imprisoned a woman who had offended him and placed a terrible curse on her. The woman is reduced to a skeleton, but she believes she is still alive and very charming. She also wore some revealing clothing to enhance the effect. Upon seeing her visitor, she desperately tried to use her seductive charm to lure the elves into rescuing her, telling the harrowing story of her long imprisonment.

Most of the rooms were empty, and just when the elves thought it was over, they discovered a robed man wearing the symbol of Sigmar in one of the cells. His torture was to force him to face the carvings on the wall, carvings of demonic faces. There was a long moving tongue on it, tearing at his neck and chest. He could only moan in pain as blood oozed from the purple-flecked wounds and flowed down his body.

"They have gone mad and will die immediately when released from their cells. They have been here so long that the magic within the cells is keeping them alive."

After some research, the elves took action, and with the removal of magic and the appearance of the metal jet, the suffering of the beings imprisoned in the cell was ended.

The next room is relatively normal. After the door is opened, there are four large locked boxes in the room. Each box is covered by a locked iron fence. They could get through the gaps between the iron fences, but the team did not. Instead, they used a rough method. The Dragonborn performed a show of crushing boulders with their chests and breaking steel bars with their bare hands. The iron fences were beyond recognition under their destruction, like The dragon's mouth seemed to take a bite.

Each box was made of black lacquered wood with iron hoops, copper fittings, and intricate, sinister locks.

It's Genevieve's time to shine.

The first box was equipped with a spring-popped dart trap. As Genevieve turned, the trap was released and the box was opened. The second box was much the same as the first, except that it contained a delicate glass ball filled with yellow mold spores that acted as a balancing ball.

The third chest has a slightly rotted but permanent magic lock on it that cannot be opened from the sides as it has a full iron inlay, the only way to force it open is to use a crowbar to open the lid, but there is a particularly vicious trap here , a set of extremely sharp blades pop inward, causing the entire top of the box to suddenly be filled with blades.

If you put your hand in rashly, there is a high probability that your hand will remain in the box. But these mechanisms were nothing to Genevieve. She directly used physical means to pick the lock.

The fourth box is somewhat special. There is a demon imprisoned in the box. But this was not a problem either. When the box was opened, Carlion, who was shooting at close range, pressed the crossbow. The devil was happily sent away before he could react.

Money, money, money, all money.

Eight large bags were filled with brass pennies. They were so heavy that the elves could not lift them without the blessing of magic. In the end, it was the dragonborn who worked together to lift them out. Darkus went up and kicked him, but found that he couldn't do it at all. He estimated that the pennies in the eight big bags must have exceeded 1. It was like going to a bank to rob and steal yuan of steel coins.

The four smaller bags were filled with silver shillings, conservatively estimated to be less than ten thousand, but there were still several thousand, but they were not valuable. The value of 2-300 imperial crowns would be sky-high.

One bag beneath the silver shillings contained nearly a thousand imperial crowns, and another bag contained nearly a thousand Bretonnian crowns, bearing the image of King Louis. However, the quality of this batch of Eju is not good. It is mixed with a large amount of red gold and does not contain much gold. It is obviously a counterfeit currency of the private sector and is not worth as much as a bag of pennies. The third bag contains nearly two thousand Kislev ducats, but the gold content is also not good, and the exchange ratio with the imperial crown is three to one.

The currency systems of Kislev and the Empire are very different, except for the name, exchange ratio and gold content. The gold coin is called "Dukat". Whenever a new tsar ascends the throne, the Dukat will be recast, with the stamp on the front There was a new Tsar or Tsarina's head, the only thing that didn't change was the back. The silver coin is called "Danga", which is more common than the Dukat in Kislev. The copper coin is called "Puluo". There is a roaring bear head on the front and back, which represents the bear god and symbolizes Kislev. The Srivi nation has a long and enduring courage.

One of the boxes is filled with nearly a thousand ancient collection coins and limited-edition coins, with the portraits of former imperial emperors printed on them. For collectors, these coins can achieve an exchange ratio of one to ten, but they have to be sold out slowly. , the collection coins are like this, they will be worthless if they are all released.

There was no bag in the third box, just a small ornate box made of mahogany and teak, inlaid with silver filigree and lined with red velvet. The box itself is extremely valuable, worth 250 Imperial Crowns. After opening, there are compartments of various sizes inside, with 24 peridots, rubies, pearls, and spinels of different sizes placed in them. It is conservatively estimated to be worth over yuan.

There was nothing in the fourth box, just the demon that was sent away.

Darkus felt that his reward was not in vain. After tallying up the loot, each elf, including the dragonborn, could receive 200 imperial crowns. There is no way, he has more than 500 people to take care of. As the team leader, he must ensure that everyone does not come in vain. It is one thing to spend money as you wish or if you are not interested in money. Whether or not you have money is another matter.

According to the price of the empire, the chest plate armor is worth about 10 imperial crowns, 2 open helmets, 3 closed helmets, 8 arm guards, and 10 leg guards. A full set of plate armor costs about 30 pieces, and this is still the factory price. In the empire, a covered four-wheeled passenger carriage is worth 70 coins, but military horses are a bit expensive, floating around 250 coins. What's the purchasing power?

After coming out of the treasure room, the team continued to move deeper into the castle. At this time, the corridor began to change, just like the team encountered on the first floor, but this did not stop the team from moving forward.

As the team continued to deepen, a flame ghost appeared and blocked the front of the team. The ghost appears as a thin, scarecrow-like, middle-aged man with a hunched body who often mutters and giggles. Strangely, there are tiny elemental effects around the ghost, tiny phosphorescent sparks will appear on its hands, small ripples will appear on the stones under its feet, there will be a slight breeze around its head, and the stones on the walls will suddenly become wet, And dripping water fell.

"This is?"

"Elemental mage?"

"Strange existence."

The academic time has begun again. The casters believe that the ghost was a mage during his lifetime, but it was not an eight-wind mage, but an elemental mage. After all, where is the ghost's performance of wind, fire, and water? A typical elemental mage, a forced The ghost of an elemental mage who has aided Drak Fels in his centuries of research?

The ghost standing in the way had no intention of attacking, but kept mumbling to himself. It was obvious that he had completely lost his mind. Under normal circumstances, it is a very dangerous opponent, but its luck is obviously not very good... It may be because the confrontation lasted too long. Deflagration appeared from its hands, and then its body was surrounded by a huge halo of flames, and then Then the unreliability of the elemental mage showed up, and its form was ignited. The caster used the loading method to guide the wind of Aksha, but it could not control the excessive wind of Aksha at all. It was ignited by the wind of Aksha, a typical case of playing with fire and urinating on the bed.

"Just behind..."

There is no doubt that this is nonsense. Most of the elves present can already sense that there is something behind the wall on the opposite side of the corridor. It is most likely Drakfels, but the space behind the wall seems to be independent. There is no door. There is no secret door. No physical or magical means can force the wall to be broken, and the wall has barriers to block the passage of magic.

"Do you need us to transform into a dragon?"

"No! Something terrible will happen, even more terrible than you being crushed by the masonry of the castle." After Splinterwin finished speaking, Colonia hurriedly denied it.

The other casters either looked gloomy or shook their heads in denial. Darkus leaned against the wall on the other side and did not participate in the conversation. He knew that behind the wall opposite him should be the core of the entire Dragon Rock Castle, but the problem was... Long Rock Castle was alive, which was why he chose to pass normally, and It's not because of all the extravagant work, because it might kill you, such as going to the Chaos Demon Realm to report to the Four Gods.

Transforming into a giant dragon may be a way, but it is not a good way. It is full of unknowns and dangers. It may easily wipe out the entire group. Another trip to the Chaos Demonic Realm will be ridiculous. , if you tell it, it will make people laugh to death, and whether it can come back is still a question.

"Think about it, if it were you, where would you place the most central place?" While Darkus was thinking about it, Maranur called some Druchi to him and asked, but he called him over The Druches all have one thing in common.

"The basement." Asperon replied without hesitation, just as he said, his family's wealth and important items were placed in the basement by his father.

"Basement." Several other Duluqi replied in unison.

These Druchi are all children of powerful people, and their families all have castles. The outer structure of the castle is typical of Elf and Druchi styles, but the internal structure is quite different from Dragon Rock Castle.

"Bedroom?" Renn gave constant opinions. His words attracted the surprised gazes of the Druchis around him. He shrugged and continued, "Is there a problem with placing a secret door in the bedroom?"

"No problem, it could also be the study room."

"Or the throne room?"

"Is there a possibility that those utensils or mirrors in the throne room? Or...what's wrong with the mirror in the summoning room? That mirror is too abrupt there." After listening to the conversation, Alatar thought of something. He asked Colonia beside him.

"Is it possible?" Colonia neither denied nor agreed. Although she was a scholar, there were times when a scholar capsized, and her arms reminded her all the time.

"Throne room?" Darkus thought. If his memory is correct, in history, Genevieve met Draco Fels in the throne room for the first time when she came here. Something special, it was in the hall where the team danced before.

What is known is that Drakefels participated in the Battle of Altdorf not long ago, and there is a high probability of being affected by tactical nuclear bombs. No matter how powerful an individual is, he cannot parry when faced with that kind of power. Just kidding, that is E The energy gathered by Ersin Alvin over thousands of years. Those messy troops were also abandoned in Altdorf, and only a few or left-behind troops remained. When the team arrived at the dungeon, the remaining troops launched the final attack.

Drakfels was either unscathed and hiding in a corner of Dragon Rock Castle to cause trouble, or he was too weak to fight back effectively. Darkus believed that the probability of the former was low. If it had been him, he would have fought back long ago instead of using the ridiculous method of whispering. There were too many places and too many opportunities for him to attack along the way. In the end, there was nothing. Except for its own level, the team could be said to be unimpeded.

"Where else on the first floor?" After thinking for a moment, Darkus looked at Asanok and asked.

"Guest room, 14 normal guest rooms. In addition to the guest room, there is a master bedroom and bathroom." Asanok replied with a gloomy face. He thought about it carefully while talking, because he thought what Ren said was possible.

The bathroom has a marble bathtub surrounded by several copper water jugs, a liquid soap bottle and an ivory comb on the sink, as well as towels and other decorations. A black-trimmed silk jacket hanging from a hook was enchanted with protection and counted as soft armor within armor, but nothing more.

The master bedroom is beautifully decorated, with wooden floors from mahogany from the continent of Lustria, walls hung with black and red silks and satins, and a comfortable armchair, table and other exquisite furniture creating a luxurious atmosphere.

Dominating the room is the bed, a four-poster enchanted to move and attack, the bedposts made from hundreds of bones fused together, and the bedframe made from fused ribs and skulls. Black curtains hang from the crossbar of the bed. Four strange creatures are embroidered on the side curtains. The curtains at both ends of the bed are embroidered with an image of an angel, holding a golden horn, which looks nondescript.

After a strange battle, the bed was collapsed by Kladin and his men. The team found a pile of black opals, a pink coral stick, four bloodstones, and a pair of concave golden goblets, but no secret room or compartment was found in the room.

"Turn around! Go look at that mirror." Staying here is not a problem. Darkus made a decision. He decided to start with the nearest suspicious place.

The team that turned around moved along the corridor, and soon came to the room where the Great Demon of Tzeentch could be summoned again.

Darkus believed that there was something wrong with this room, but the problem was not the room, but the magic circle. He was a little confused as to why Tzeentch didn't take action? Waiting? Still not necessary? still……

"There is indeed something wrong with the mirror. The magic lines have been tampered with."

"Can the magic circle be destroyed?" Darkus asked a key question.

"Yes! The magic circle must be destroyed!"

After a good move, Darkus understood. Everything made sense, but it didn't make sense. Why didn't those chaotic troops stay in the summoning room? They cooperated with the big demon to launch an attack, but appeared in the passage one after another.

Darkos couldn't figure out this problem even if he racked his brains, because the root of this problem lies in Mhawa. This female warrior and chieftain, as the king who once ruled the entire Wobergland, never chose to surrender during her lifetime. In the chaos, the Queen of the Corpse Demon is naturally not willing to succumb to others.

After the Battle of Altdorf, Mhawa's chance came, the opportunity to escape from bondage and servitude. She chose to obey Drakfels' order. When Drakfels entered the mirror and hid, she chose not to listen or changed her approach, messing up Drakfels' plan.

However, the problem is that Darkus never knew the existence of a number one person like Mhawa... His information chain was missing a key piece of the puzzle.

The core is the mirror, but the prerequisite for entering the mirror is to activate the magic circle or destroy the magic circle. The magic circle is Drakfels's ultimate move. Drakfels is hiding in the mirror. The skeleton room behind is a bait and disguise. The mirror cannot be entered without destroying or activating the magic circle. Fortunately, the team's lineup is very luxurious, and they don't have to face the All-Changing Demon Lord. Even if they face the All-Changing Demon Lord team, they can easily win. The problem is...the team is here for excitement, not excitement.

What's more important is that Darkos's connection with Tzeentch is too close. He doesn't want to have a conversation with the All-Changing Demon Lord in public, discuss fate or philosophy, or have the All-Changing Demon Lord carry out unilateral output, pointing out... Maybe something explosive will pop out of that bird's mouth. This is not good... it is not conducive to unity.

When the tobacco in the pipe burned out again, the staff was destroyed by the casters, and the magic lines on the mirror were reactivated.

The scene in the room is chilling and full of eerie atmosphere. The temperature of the room is very cold and filled with icy mist. Soul chrysalis floats towards the team and surrounds them. These soul chrysalis that look like twisted human heads are pupating like giant maggots. Their remaining hands are groping around, and their blind faces are twisting forward. The whole effect looks like ordinary It's like a human face being stretched on a latex film, indescribably weird and distorted.

The Soul Chrysalis are physically unable to cause any damage, but fortunately the team is not the Chopper Team, with various weapons activated by various oils and magic. The elves chopped apart the soul chrysalis that tried to press against them on the ground and in mid-air. The battle lasted for a very long time, as if the essence of the entire Dragon Rock Castle was here, endless.

"It turns out you have eyes. I thought you were blind." Darkus, who killed a soul chrysalis, joked.

The soul chrysalis has eyes, and before death the pupils dilate with fear, the skull becomes translucent, and white tangled ropes begin to form spirals within it. These ropes extend into the distance, like dolls with silk threads, and the essence of the soul is continuously extracted.

Images, feelings, and emotions flow along the rope into Drakfels' hands, compressing the chrysalis of the soul into a fragile stream of dust that is all that is the soul. Their heads were suddenly thrown back, their lower jaws were dislocated, their eyes suddenly turned black and hollow, and in an instant, they disappeared into a pool of gray mucus.

There was a steady stream of soul chrysalises after all, and the floor of the room was covered with gray mucus.

"There's a door there."

Even the members present noticed that a door stood in the distance. The door was an ordinary door with a lock, without any restrictions or magic. Genevieve, who was proficient in unlocking, fiddled with it twice and the door opened.

Behind the door is a downward passage that looks like a giant trachea, pulsing with a gentle rhythm. The structure looks like cartilage covered by a membrane, and slender blood vessels can be seen under the membrane. There are many tough cilia and small polyps along the tubes, as well as some small sections of scar tissue. The whole thing feels like entering after being shrunk. The same as in the heart of a certain creature.

Drusala slashed at the passage with her blade, and as she judged, the passage did not bleed, repairing itself immediately after taking damage.

There are no steps in the passage, but it keeps going downwards. If you can, you can slide down directly with a shovel. The ground is soft enough, just like a real organ. There was no climbing, no slipping, and no flying. Darkus used conventional methods, using a rope to go down slowly. He didn't want to climb up like a rock climber when he came back.

Darkus's judgment was correct. There were many twisted loops that were misleading on the way down. Only the intersection of one channel could lead to the core correctly.

"Use the hammer, it's time to end this, and it's your time." After landing, Darkus said to Genevieve, who was looking at him.

In the central hall, there is a luxurious coffin that exudes a dark, twisted and evil atmosphere. Its surface is painted with dark black paint, and metal rivets are dotted on the four corners of the coffin, like the claws of a devil. Those who gaze cannot help but feel A chill came over me. The carvings on the coffin are full of twisted patterns and evil symbols, like the roar of demons echoing in the air.

Surrounding the coffin were a bunch of powerful magic items scattered around in a strange oval pattern, as if they were attracted to the coffin by a spiral motion and suddenly stopped and fell to the ground.

The laughter returned to Genevieve's ears, the same laughter she had heard as a child, amplified from behind the metal mask. Through laughter she heard the screams of the damned and the dying, the ripples of rivers of blood, the snapping of a million vertebrae, the fall of a dozen cities, the pleas of murdered babies, the bleating of slaughtered animals. scream.

"I am Drake Fels, and I welcome you to my home. Come in health, go in safety, and leave behind some of the happiness you bring..."

After arriving at Longyan Castle, laughter kept echoing in Genevieve's ears...it was her father! Her father who had died long ago!
"You know, I have it all, all my soul, and it remains in this state. It makes me no longer feel lonely in this simple palace..."

The sliding cover of the coffin slid open, and Drakefels stood up from the coffin. Something behind his mask was working, and his spirit swarmed around him like mosquitoes. He stretched out his hand in the direction of Genevieve. .

The wave engulfed Genevieve, pushing her against invisible walls, suffocating her, crushing her, sweeping across her face. She felt powerless, invisible creatures surged through her, she couldn't breathe and could barely move her limbs. Her whole body was cold and her teeth were chattering. She was tired, more tired than she should have been.

Genevieve felt like she was bathed in stinging sunlight, wrapped in silver ribbons, suffocated by a sea of ​​garlic. The branches of the hawthorn tree pierced her heart, her thoughts were confused, she tasted dust in her throat, and her senses became dull.

The evil god's laughter filled the hall... (End of this chapter)