Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Only Aris entered the dungeon. Lilith seemed to appear suddenly, and when Aris lifted the curtain and went in, she suddenly disappeared again.

"Sit wherever you want, you're welcome."

Dacus, who was sitting there, was busy while looking up at Aris and said casually. There was a bit of nonchalance in his words. After he finished speaking, he continued to look in the direction he came in. When he saw that Lilith was not there, he shook his head. He had expected Lilith to leave.

This meeting was his request, and Lilith helped to build the bridge. When he was in Athel Loren, he asked Loik, and the God of Deception told him clearly: No! Just pay attention occasionally. Aris is the official double god choice, the elect of Lilith and Kurnos. After completing the entrustment, Lilith seemed to have no need to stay here. The next thing is secular, it is the internal problem of the Kingdom of Nagarythe.

"You can sit next to me and my brother." Gilead, who was fiddling with the pancake, waved to Aris in a friendly manner.

Aris looked around the cave and quickly caught the details: a strangely shaped stove in the center was emitting heat, the fire was swaying, the elves were sitting on the carpet around the stove, some were adding firewood to the stove, and some were lowering their heads to sort out the stacked ingredients. The air was filled with a strong smell of sheep and the aroma of roasted food, which penetrated his nostrils together, forming a strange but tempting smell.

His eyes fell on Gilead again, noticing that he was wearing a similar style of clothing, but the color was a soft silver-gray, low-key and elegant. Hesitating for a moment, he carefully put the Moon Bow behind him, then walked straight to Gilead and sat down without hesitation.

He did not find a defensive corner for himself, nor did he arrange a place to escape. He knew very well that these elves were all skilled fighters. If they really wanted to harm him, they would not have to wait until now.

"Speaking of which, the fact that he can sit here has a lot to do with you."

Daxus opened a bag and distributed the canned grass carp one by one. When he had distributed most of them, he spoke casually to Aris.

"I?"

Aris frowned, with a hint of confusion in his tone. He looked directly at Dacus, trying to read something from his nonchalant attitude.

"Yes."

It was Gilead who responded to Aris. He took out the soul stone containing his brother's soul and showed it to Aris.

"My brother, Gareth."

His voice was calm and low, revealing a certain weight that could not be ignored. He showed the soul stone for a moment, then carefully put it away. Then, he took out a talisman.

The moment Ares saw the amulet, he was stunned, his pupils shrank slightly, and then his face suddenly changed. He recognized this amulet, and recognized it very clearly. (Chapter 327)
This small amulet was the beginning of his memories of suffering and turmoil.

Malekith returned to Ulthuan and recaptured Anlek, but he did something terrible. He pinned the blame on the Anar family, claiming that they were in collusion with the cult.

This vicious slander forced Aris to leave Nagarythe. With anger and unwillingness, he went to Tar Anlock in the Kingdom of Terenlock, trying to seek support from there.

However, Baelshana was full of helplessness about his words and made it clear that this was an internal problem of Nagarythe and as the Phoenix King, Baelshana could do nothing about it. The only thing he could do was to provide political asylum.

In the following years, Aris wandered around the Phoenix Court as a servant, lonely and forbearing. This secret life was not meaningless, as it laid a solid foundation for him to return to Anlok to assassinate Cantras and Irenat. He knew everything in the Phoenix Court, and was familiar with every secret passage and the patrol time of the guards.

Later, Baalshana was poisoned by Malekith, and Baalshana's eldest son died in the Temple of Asuryan. Soon after, the Great Schism began, and the Kingdom of Terenloc was occupied by Druch.

In that chaotic situation, Aris, who was lurking in the court, risked his life to rescue Barshana's youngest son and brought him back to the east of Nagaryeth.

"So..." Aris came back to his senses and turned his gaze to Gilead. He did not dwell on historical grudges, but stared at the other party and asked a key question directly.

"Asul?" Gilead knew what Aris was asking. He lowered his eyes and looked at the fire in the center. The flames were dancing, and a blurry light and shadow flickered in his pupils.

"The Stray Asur, the Stray Asur from Elsin Alvin!"

His tone was low and calm, but it contained a subtle complex emotion. These two words seemed to contain a deep story, reflecting a fate that did not belong.

"A lot has happened in Elsing Alvin, but I don't think you'll be interested in it." Daxus said nonchalantly, warming the can in his hand by the stove, then glanced at Ryan, "Come on, I'll give you a welcome gift."

"I don't need it!" Aris frowned slightly, his tone full of resistance.

"Believe me, this gift is... very meaningful to you. You should at least take a look at it." Dacus smiled, with a hint of certainty and teasing in his tone.

Ryan finally stood up reluctantly, walked to the corner and picked up a long wooden box. He turned back to the stove and handed the long box to Aris roughly.

The moment Ares opened the box, all the elves stopped what they were doing and looked at him. He ignored their gazes and stared at the item in the box, a strangely shaped long sword.

The sword had a unique, even bizarre design, with a howling face on the hilt, and when illuminated it glowed a reddish color. He had never seen anything like it, but strangely, it felt familiar to him.

"A friend's sword." Daxus broke the silence. His tone was understated, yet there was a barely perceptible heaviness in it. "He doesn't need it now after his second death, and he won't need it in the future. So, I think it's time to return it to... the right place." At the end of his words, he shrugged, sighed, and his eyes drifted towards the fire.

He had thought about many things before, such as finding Hellebron after discovering the trace of Aris in Naggaroth, and reenacting the hunt for Aris by Alandrian and the Hellebron sisters. Under the watchful eyes of the gods, he would run in the woods, jump up and down, shoot deadly arrows, feel the arrows whizzing past his cheeks. Then he would play some kind of mantis catching cicadas, and after completing the hunt, he would get rid of Hellebron.

Or, in other cases...

However, none of this happened, and now he and Aris sat in the dugout having a less-than-friendly conversation.

"This is……"

Ares frowned, held the sword in his hand, and carefully looked at the metallic luster reflected by the blade in the light. The more he looked at it, the more strange it felt, as if this sword once belonged to a fragment deep in his memory, but he could not remember it no matter what.

“Didn’t recognize you?” Daxus raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

Ares shook his head with a complicated expression.

"Take out the money!" Seeing this, Daxus waved to the elves around him and said lightly.

"you!"

"you……"

The elves sitting around were in an uproar. Some shook their heads, some muttered words of blame, and some cast resentful looks at Aris.

"I said he couldn't recognize it." Daxus smiled easily, his tone full of mischief.

"This sword...what is its origin?" Aris listened to the accusations and clamor, his hand holding the sword tightened slightly, his eyes swept across the faces of these elves with complicated eyes, and finally returned to Dacus.

"For a long time, it was known as the Blooddrinker, and the name was apt... Whenever this heinous sword killed a living creature, the blood that splashed on the blade would be quickly absorbed, and the victim's life force would be transformed into nourishment for the wielder.

In addition, this sword has some... additional effects. For example, when it cuts through the air, it emits a chilling bloodthirsty howl, like the sound of tearing the soul apart. Anyone who hears it, even if they just get close, will feel the fear and trembling from the inside out. "

Darkus paused, his eyes swept across Aris, and then added nonchalantly, "Forget it, I'm hungry. I've been busy all day, and this is my second meal. And I don't think you are interested in this history, so I'll be frank. Do you think this sword is familiar?"

Aris did not answer, but nodded. "This is Cantras's sword!" Dacus raised a meaningful smile, put down the can in his hand, and said in a calm but somewhat impactful tone. (Chapter 406)
After passing through the hands of the elven masters of lore, the Blooddrinking Sword was determined to have been made during the Great Invasion, by the dragon tamer Caledor. From the beginning of records, this sword has been in the hands of Cantras Moranin.

Before the Battle of the Longbeard, Ashnir came to Elsin Arwen as a spy and a member of the trio, but in the end the trio did not return to Naggaroth, but inexplicably came to Tar Ulishain, the southern kingdom of Nehekhara. Later, Nagash gave Vlad the ring and the sword together.

When the Blooddrinking Sword came into Daxus's hands, he planned to take the sword to Athel Loren and ask Lord Des to transform it back to its original appearance, but in the end...

"This……"

A thunderous roar stunned Aris, his pupils shrank suddenly, his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, and his hand holding the sword tightened. His thoughts were disturbed, and those long-lost memories surged out like a whirlpool.

"You have lived till now, but you have never set foot in Elsin Arwen, but Ashnir has." Daxus said slowly.

There was a war going on at the time and the records were confusing. Aris may not have taken the sword away after killing Cantras, or Cantras may have given the sword to Ashnir when Ashnir went to Anlek.

However, no matter what, the sword is definitely in Ashnir's hand.

Ares's face changed slightly, his thoughts fell into chaos, but soon, his brows furrowed even tighter, as if he was trying to piece together the truth of this history.

He remembered, and he knew why he felt familiar. Before Malekith returned to Ulthuan from Elsin Arwen, Cantras always appeared in Eannaris. At that time, Cantras was worthy of his respect and admiration. He regarded Cantras as a mentor and object of worship, and Cantras also taught him many things, including swordsmanship. When Cantras taught him martial arts, he used the sword he was holding now.

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At that time, he pursued Ashniel for two years through writing letters, confessing his love, dancing and hunting. He was fascinated by this cold and beautiful girl. He felt happy because of this relationship and began to look forward to his future life. At the same time, he forgot those things that made him feel uneasy and worried.

For a while, he listened to his parents' advice and reduced his time wandering in the wild. He no longer paid attention to his clothes as before, and often learned some helpful love tips from his mother. He spent little time in the library. He had no patience for politics, but he liked to study the documents from the scholars of the Kingdom of Safri, which recorded the mountains where the mountain dwarves lived. He studied the intricate watercolors and marveled at the diversity of birds of prey.

Since then, Aris has acquired more traveler maps and journals from Elsin Arwen in the library, gathering information about Elsin Arwen from his father, who had served in the colony for hundreds of years. He fantasizes about going to Elsin Arwen one day, hunting under the vast woods and through the towering mountains, and offering the prey to Kurnos. He fantasizes that one day, he will go to those strange lands with Ashnir.

However, with the return of Malekith, everything changed, and Cantras gradually became estranged from the Anar family...

"Oh... this is not good." The companion exclaimed, looking out of a window. (Chapter 625)
"What is that?" asked another companion.

"It's better not to look!" A companion stood between Aris and the shooting hole.

Eager to know what had happened, Aris pushed his companions away and stared into the night, trying to see what had caused his companions' consternation.

He saw a prince of Duruchi dressed in ornate silver armor, holding a sword in his left hand and a shorter blade in his right. On either side of the prince were two strange girls. Then, a fourth figure appeared, a little further away from the others, wearing a heavy purple robe and a diamond-studded belt. In the moonlight, the figure's skin took on a pale green hue, and the white streaks in his hair stood out like lightning in the darkness.

The face of the figure...

Aris knew this face. The eyes were spinning magic balls and the expression was cold, but the thin lips, the delicate nose and chin were too familiar to him. He had kissed them before.

The moment he saw Ashniel, he suffered a great psychological trauma. He groaned in pain, stumbled to his knees, groaning and sobbing silently.

"I told you not to look!"

While shouting, his partner grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up, but his eyes were full of panic, like a child who suddenly found himself lost and alone. He unconsciously took a step towards the door until his partner pulled him back.

"It's her, isn't it?" he whispered.

The partner nodded.

He didn't say anything else, but closed his eyes, trying to make himself strong, and then looked out the window again.

That was the last time he saw Ashnil.

"What happened next? Do you know what happened next?" Aris came back to his senses, with an anxious light in his eyes and a hint of urgency in his tone.

"Later..." Daxus dragged out his voice in a nonchalant tone, then raised his eyebrows with a half-smile on his face.

There are some rules for gift-giving. Giving a computer case worth three thousand yuan to a person who plays computer games is a bit... but giving a keyboard worth three thousand yuan is different.

Also, what is white moonlight?

"Is this important?" There was a hint of playfulness in his tone, as if he wanted to arouse Aris's greater curiosity.

He knew, but he couldn't say it, and he didn't want to say it. Was he going to tell the story of Ashnir like a charlatan, then add the first Drusala, then bring out Nagash, and finally tell a long and boring history of vampires?
He was hungry. After waking up and having breakfast on the Vicious Temple, he had not had his second meal yet. Too many things happened that day, so he had no time to eat. It was already late at night, and he wanted to eat. Besides, he did not meet Aris to share these things with him.

"It doesn't matter... Thank you... Thank you for your gift." Aris was stunned, his eyes changed from anticipation to loneliness, and he sighed softly.

"Okay, put the sword back into the box first." Daxus raised his hand and pointed at the wooden box, his tone rarely showing some seriousness, "Don't you feel it? This sword is affecting your spirit. If you continue to hold it, you will become angry, bloodthirsty, and your emotions will be out of control. Believe me, all this is just the beginning. And I..." He paused, a relaxed smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I still want to have a good meal."

Dacus said this because he knew very well that Aris was the Shadow King who was famous for his archery skills, but Aris's martial arts skills were also not to be underestimated. Not to mention that Aris holding the Blood Drinking Sword was definitely a dangerous opponent.

Of course, he was not afraid of Aris. He was not worried at all. Aris, holding the Blood Drinking Sword, started killing. In this narrow cave, he controlled everything.

Eltharion had a brother named Agran. Unlike Eltharion who had no children, Agran had a pair of twins, a boy named Analan and a girl named Anarelile.

When it became clear that the Duruchi were planning to retake the Blighted Isles, many Asur legions marched north to stop them, including the Yvressen legions led by Anarlan and Anarelle.

During the battle, Agran, who was holding the fang sword, was killed by Kolan.

In the elf society, twins are very important, and there are many examples to prove this, such as...

Anarielle sensed Agran's death just when she needed to concentrate most, and the sudden grief overwhelmed her thoughts. Every protective spell she tried failed at the last minute, and the constant warnings from the Amulet of Hoth only made her more nervous. She didn't even have time to scream as the Seraphim's shadow enveloped her and its nightmarish claws tore at her.

Kolan, who killed Agran in the battle, was not much better off. He was surrounded by Asur's spears, and all the black guards beside him were killed in the battle. He slowly turned around and found that there were no spears behind him, but instead there was a row of shadow warriors with fully drawn bowstrings and a tall figure in the lead.

"Hmm~ Tell me, are you really the Shadow King? Or just another shadow impostor so that the legend continues?" Koulan knew who this tall figure was. He pouted and spat slowly and deliberately at Agran who was lying on the ground.

"How about we find the answer together?"

A championship match began, and the result was...

Aris came with a handful of other Elves from Ulthuan to Athel Loren, and here he fought until the very end.

This is exactly why Dacus decided to meet with Aris. (End of this chapter)