Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Ares stood in the shadows, watching the scene in front of him coldly. The lives of the two sea guards ended quickly, and their blood splattered on the cold ground, but he was not moved at all.

In his eyes, Eltharion was nothing but a traitor, an Asur who had abandoned his ideals and honor and embraced Duruchi. In his cognition, apart from him and his shadow warriors, there shouldn't be any other Asur standing on the land of Naggaroth in this way. His fingers gently touched the bowstring of the Moon Bow, cold and tense, just like his attitude towards Eltharion.

But just as Eltharion swung his fanged sword and charged at the Chaos Warrior, his thoughts were shaken.

The brave steps and the unhesitating sprint reminded him of the past, of his youth. At that time, he was not as brave and fearless as Isharion, who knew he could not win, but still launched a fearless charge. But this did not prevent him from finding some commonality between him and Isharion.

The Chaos Warrior fell down with a bang. A dazed Eltharion stood not far from the corpse, panting. He turned around and locked his eyes with Aris who appeared from the darkness. He thought he should be nervous when he saw Aris again because his current identity was not so glorious, but he was not. At this moment, his eyes did not dodge, nor did he confess or feel guilty. There was only an elusive calmness.

"Do you remember where we first met, Eltharion? The Phoenix Court of Lothern, such a glorious place. And you... have become like this now!"

Ares stepped out of the shadows, the moonlight shining on his shoulders, his face carved by the firelight like a sharp blade. He looked at Eltharion and spoke in a cold voice.

"You are not qualified to judge me, the Shadow King of Nagarythe. You know, everything I do has its reasons! I am here for a reason!" Eltharion did not avoid Aris's gaze. He raised his chin, suppressed his breathing, and answered calmly.

"Reason? Reason? Abandoning your kingdom and compatriots just for a reason? A reason? I think you are just making excuses for yourself." Aris snorted lightly, with undisguised sarcasm in his tone.

"Then can you explain why you are standing here?" Eltharion responded without hesitation.

The tense atmosphere in the air seemed to freeze for a moment, but Aris did not respond to Eltharion's provocation. He just continued to look at Eltharion with his cold eyes. That calm silence made Eltharion feel a little uneasy.

At this moment, the earth suddenly shook, a low vibration came from a distance, and the ice and snow on the ground began to tremble slightly.

"What's that sound?" Isharion, who was originally in confrontation, clenched the fang sword in his hand and looked around vigilantly.

Ares also turned his gaze to the distance. Being used to the night, he saw a huge snowman in the darkness not far away. It broke through the fence and roared towards them. The huge figure and strong sense of oppression made the air thin in an instant.

"This... is a good prey for you." Aris glanced at Issarion lightly with a scornful smile on his lips.

Eltharion glanced at Aris and said nothing. There was a hint of disdain in his eyes, but more of a silent determination. He raised his fang sword and walked towards the snowman with a staggering step.

"Don't let me down." Aris stood there, holding the Moon Bow, his hands crossed on his chest, staring coldly at Issarion's back, and whispered sarcastically, with no intention of helping at all.

It was a huge white figure, covered in thick fur, with sharp claws and fangs gleaming coldly. With a roar that shook the earth, the furry beast pounced on Eltharion, claws opened with deadly determination, as if to tear the life in front of him from flesh to soul.

When the monster emerged from the darkness, Eltharion raised his eyebrows. He had never seen such a strange creature before, a snowman that was nearly two and a half meters tall? A... He didn't have time to think about it. He could feel the monster approaching rapidly exuding amazing power, and its sprinting speed was comparable to that of an elven warhorse running at full speed.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he turned his body to avoid the monster's claws. At the moment when his body completed the rotation, the fang sword accurately pierced the monster's body. With the help of the monster's own impact force, he firmly pierced the monster on the blade.

The blow proved fatal.

The monster's face, which looked like a giant monkey, was distorted by intense pain, and its amber eyes were wide open, revealing unwillingness and pain.

The monster tried to break free, but Eltharion gave it no chance. He grasped its fluffy white fur tightly with one hand, holding it firmly to the blood-stained blade.

Its scream pierced the night sky, causing snowflakes to fall all around.

It swung its sharp claws violently, trying to tear through Eltharion's defense. The heavy attack tore the robe on Eltharion's body into pieces, but it was in vain, leaving only a few shallow scratches on Eltharion's armor.

Blood gushed from the monster's jaws, staining its fur red as it leaned down and frantically tried to bite Eltharion's sneering face.

However, Eltharion twisted his body and dodged the desperate attack lightly, while cutting down with the fang sword, and then ripped it out of the monster's body. The monster roared in pain, and its huge body rolled on the snow, and its spilled internal organs dyed the cold ground red.

The roar of anger rang out from the night covered by snow and fire. The sound seemed to condense the coldness of winter and the savage hatred, like the roar of winter itself, shaking the fields. It was pure anger, without any rationality, carrying only the most primitive desire to kill. The roar was like a cold promise, foreshadowing the coming of pain and terror, as if warning the prey that death would not be a clean relief, but a bloody nightmare.

Eltharion's response was swift and decisive.

He raised the fang sword coldly, and while the monster was gasping for breath, he thrust the blade into the monster's head without hesitation. The sharp blade pierced through the bones, and the monster let out a final painful roar. Its huge body gradually fell down in violent convulsions, and finally collapsed motionlessly on the snow.

The faint sound of blood dripping from the sword blade onto the snow seemed to mark the end of this short and brutal battle.

But the noisy surroundings did not return to silence... just like when the small ones are beaten, the big ones will come, and when the big ones are beaten, the old ones will come.

The monster that Eltharion killed was Yeti, which is found on the highest slopes of many mountains, especially on the peaks of the Mountains of Sorrow and the ancient giant fortress where they were born.

Though their steely claws are the only weapons they need, some ogre-like behavior has been passed down from their Yeti ancestors, allowing them to use a club: simply break a branch from a tree and breathe icy cold air into it to create an icy club.

It is not uncommon to see Yeti mixed in with the ogre tribe, although no one can tell how and why these creatures are willing to fight alongside the ogres. Is it based on intimacy? Or did they owe a huge debt in the distant past? In any case, when the ogres summon them, they will always respond to the call. It's just that Isharion and Aris, who saw Yeti for the first time, didn't know this. Even if they knew, they didn't care. In this chaotic night, anyone who was not an elf was an enemy, whether it was Norsca, Huns, Kurgans, ogres, or some other strange things. Even if it was an elf, it was not surprising to see the phenomenon of black eating black...

As for why Yeti appeared in the land of Naggaroth, it is not surprising at all. A part of Yeti already exists on the peak of the Iron Mountains near the Chaos Wasteland.

This world is located on a planet. What is the fastest way to go around the planet? Anyone who has studied geography knows that it is to go around the North Pole and the South Pole. Of course, the North Pole and the South Pole of this world are made up of other things. The Eastern Grassland is the highway of this world, and the Chaos Wasteland located to the north of the Eastern Grassland is the highway among highways.

A tribe of Kurgans may be seen roaming the walls of Cathay in January, but ten months later they may appear outside Naggaroth's northern stronghold.

(In this picture: the white part is land, Naggaroth is in the west, and Cathay is in the east)
Facing the huge monster rushing towards him, Eltharion steadied himself, the fear surging in his heart suppressed by a cold sense of fate. This was a kind of courage between life and death, immature but firm. At this moment, he had no way out, only victory or destruction.

As the monster approached Eltharion, it hesitated. It was a massive yeti, more than twice its size, with thick fur that had turned a dull silver-gray with age, as if it were covered in a layer of icy armor. Its claws were encrusted in ice, sharp as daggers, and its fangs protruded from its jaws like ivory. Its amber eyes gleamed with wisdom and reason, questioning how this small, frail creature could dare to stand before it so fearlessly.

Eltharion raised his head and looked directly into the gray-backed snowman's eyes. He roared a strange and wild cry in a low voice, which seemed to be some kind of imitation, or like a provocation.

Maybe it was because of the strange rhythm of the sound he made, or maybe it was because the content was so vulgar...

The gray-backed snowman's animal nature instantly overwhelmed its reason. It let out a deafening scream and pounced towards Eltharion, sweeping down with its huge claws filled with frosty murderous intent.

Eltharion didn't think that his armor could withstand the terrible attack of the gray-backed snowman. He did not choose to meet the monster's attack head-on. Instead, he lunged forward and rolled under the snowman's strong arms. He swung the fang sword in his hand quickly, cutting across the monster's thick belly.

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The gray-backed snowman roared in pain, and its powerful foot kicked Eltharion in the chest, kicking Eltharion flying into the air like a boulder thrown from a catapult.

Eltharion's body flew backwards and crashed into a pile of barrels in the distance, and the frozen barrel walls instantly shattered into pieces. Lying on the ground, he desperately scratched in the snow, touching the rolling barrels, trying to find a support point to stand up, but the severe pain and exhaustion made him fail many times, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not successfully stand up.

Despite this, he never looked at Aris for help, nor did he even look in the direction of Aris. He gritted his teeth, let out a roar, and tried his best to get up.

At this moment, a sharp claw covered with frost gripped his chest like an iron clamp. The cold force penetrated through the armor and into his blood vessels. He could feel that his blood seemed to be frozen into mud, and his breathing was blocked in his lungs by the cold.

He was lifted up from the ground by the Yeti, and the grip of its sharp claws was like a death sentence. The gray-backed Yeti looked down at him, and pressed his other claw tightly on the wound on his abdomen, trying to stop the black blood from flowing out. The monster's hideous monkey face showed a hint of a human smile, and that smug expression made him furious.

The angry flame melted the ice in Eltharion's veins. He roared, broke free from the painful shackles, and swung the fang sword with all his strength, regardless of the sharp pain of the armor cutting his flesh. The sharp blade accurately cut the wrist of the gray-backed snowman, blood spurted out, and the snowman let out a piercing scream and had to loosen his claws.

As the snowman let go, Eltharion fell heavily to the snow, his chest heaving violently, but his eyes were firm, as if declaring that the battle was not over yet. He staggered to his feet, ready to deal with the monster's next attack.

The gray-backed snowman staggered back, covering his injured wrist, but his roar was filled with anger and desire for revenge.

Just as the snowman pounced again, the fang sword in Eltharion's hand met the monster's claws. The collision of steel and ice produced dazzling sparks, and the impact shook his arms, but he held the hilt tightly and did not retreat at all.

The gray-backed snowman took a step back suddenly, its amber eyes flashing with pain and anger. The air was filled with the smell of blood and murderous intent, and the battle on the snow had not stopped yet.

Eltharion stared at his opponent with a cold gaze. He could see clearly in the light of the fire that the wound he had left on the monster's abdomen was not deep, although blood was still flowing. What really hurt the monster was the blow he had cut into its wrist. The monster's claws were only connected by a few tendons, and it seemed that if it moved, the claws would fall off.

Half-kneeling on the ground, he brandished his fang sword and challenged the gray-backed snowman.

The enraged monster let out an angry roar, slapped its broad chest with its intact claws, then lowered its body and rushed towards the elf. The snow was plowed open by its powerful lower limbs, creating a white wave.

However, this time, the gray-backed snowman proved that it was not just the embodiment of brute force, it was also intelligent. When it was only a few steps away from Eltharion, it suddenly stopped charging and dug up a piece of snow with its huge paws.

As Eltharion looked on in disbelief, the monster kicked at the snow pile, and then a piece of white snow splashed onto his face, blocking his vision!

Instinct made Eltharion want to curse a second ago, but in the next second he chose to leap to the side, instead of trying to wipe the snow from his eyes as others might have done. He put himself out of the monster's path and fell to the snow.

But even so, the gray-backed snowman's icy claws still scratched his side and hooked the heavy cloak he was wearing. The cold and sharp claws tore the cloak like cutting cheese, and the strips of cloth shattered and swayed like flags as the monster moved.

Eltharion rose from the snow, the remnants of his cloak falling from his shoulders. His heart was pounding, but his eyes were sharp again. He blocked another snowflake, dodged the monster's claws that were aimed at his head, and then ducked and rolled to the side of the monster. He slashed with all his might, and the blade of the fang sword passed through the yeti's ankle, accurately slicing one of the monster's feet off its calf.

The gray-backed snowman let out a shrill scream, and his huge body fell to the ground. A huge amount of blood gushed out, quickly dyeing the surrounding white snow red.

Eltharion did not give the monster any chance to breathe. He roared and leaped onto the fallen snowman, firmly stepped on the monster's struggling shoulders with his feet, raised his fang sword with both hands, gritted his teeth and pierced the blade through the snowman's horned head. The long sword tore through the flesh and penetrated the bones, nailing the giant beast's head firmly into the snow.

The gray-backed snowman let out a final low roar like a wail, twisting its body to try to throw the elf off. Its body struggled in vain on the snow for a few times, and finally collapsed powerlessly, losing its last chance of survival.

Eltharion slowly pulled out the bloody fang sword, and the bright red blood dripped from the blade onto the snow. He stepped on the monster's bloody corpse, raised his weapon high, and roared at the night sky. The wild roar echoed in the noisy night, as if announcing the arrival of victory. (End of this chapter)