Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Hellebron walked slowly on the desolate streets of Gorond. Although her steps were slow, her back was still straight, like an unshakable statue.

The cold air mixed with the breath of death blew in her face, the embers of the fire occasionally danced in the wind, and the houses on both sides of the street were like a dead cemetery, devastated.

After a moment, her steps suddenly stopped. Her eyes fell in front of her, and a figure lying on the ground attracted her attention. It was her maid, Liannes, the maid who had served her for three hundred years. Her eyes became deep, and she slowly approached and looked carefully at the corpse on the ground.

Liannes's face was full of pain and fear, a twisted expression that made Hellebron sick, her eyes slightly open, and the corners of her mouth seemed to have the last trace of unfinished wailing. She was very familiar with that kind of pain. She had seen the same expression countless times on the faces of those victims who were tortured to despair by her.

Liannes, the maid who witnessed her most glorious and most miserable moments, the secret partner who knew her anger and desire, died in this way. Liannes' existence was once a comfort, but now it has become a complete failure.

Helleben's eyes slowly moved away from Liannes' body, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and then her anger burned.

"Weak!" She roared in a low voice, "Let yourself be killed? This is unforgivable. Weak to the point of not being able to survive, Liannes... You disappoint me!"

Helleben's anger turned into a piercing chill, filling her surroundings. Her fists clenched slightly, her joints turned white due to the force, she looked at Liannes' body, her eyes cold and sharp, as if she could pierce through all the falsehoods.

"When this is over," she said to herself, with a deadly threat in her tone, "your family will pay the price for your failure. They will understand that the price of cowardice is pain and destruction."

As she stared down at Liannes's body and muttered, she felt that the air around her seemed to have changed subtly. The shadows around her began to approach silently, as if summoned by some invisible force. She could feel that the shadows were not simply changes in light, but living, breathing entities, twisting and surging, like the tentacles of living things, gradually spreading to her feet.

She did not retreat, or even blink her eyelids. Instead, she stood up straight and scanned the approaching darkness with a cold look.

"Are you scared? You cowards?"

"Even if I am an old woman, you are afraid?" She continued, with a mocking sneer on her lips.

Her eyes burned with anger, and the eyes that once saw through countless souls were now staring at the shadows around her. She could feel that those hidden in the darkness were not ordinary enemies. Her intuition warned her that these shadows were not just a trick to intimidate her, but hunters full of murderous intent.

"I can feel your presence." She said coldly, her voice full of disdain, "but I don't understand, why don't you do it? Do you want to scare me? Or do you want to use this shadow's trick to stop my heartbeat?"

She raised her head and looked around, her eyes as sharp as a knife, as if she could see through the depths of the shadow.

"If so, then you are really stupid. For thousands of years, I have served Cain and ruled Hal Gansi. Fear has long been burned out, leaving only anger!"

"Face me, cowards!" Her voice suddenly rose, echoing in the silent streets, like a gust of wind, "Or are you afraid even when facing an old woman?"

After a moment of silence, the shadows around seemed to stagnate for a moment, and then there was a weird laugh, the laughter was sharp and low, like countless voices intertwined, chilling.

The corners of Hellebron's mouth slightly raised, revealing a cold smile. She knew that her provocation had been responded to.

"Very good, let me see who you really are!" She whispered, clenched her fists, and her eyes were burning with fighting anger.

However, the shadow disappeared in the next second, as if it had never existed. The only sign was the kneeling figure of Tularis on the dilapidated street.

He knelt there, half kneeling and half falling, panting, as if he had just experienced a hellish baptism. His hand still held the executioner's knife, but the blade could no longer be lifted, like a heavy iron ingot, and blood flowed from several wounds on his body, staining the ground dark red.

"Tularis... my champion..." Hellebron called softly, her voice soft as a whisper.

The words were like a breeze, but to Tularis, they were like a hurricane. He heard it, but did not respond. He just slowly raised his head and took off the skull mask, revealing a face covered in blood but still resolute. He lowered his head and remained silent, but his eyes flickered with confusion and pain, as if he was struggling, or as if he was enduring.

Hellebron was stunned, her eyes fixed on the expression on Tularis's face, an expression she had never seen before. In her memory, Tularis's eyes always burned with blazing murderous intent, and he was the sharpest blade when she sacrificed for Cain. Tularis was the embodiment of killing, the synonym of ruthlessness, and he had never shown weakness, let alone such confusion.

"This is not him..."

She looked at Tularis quietly. The power of Kane flowed in the blood of Tularis. She knew that because she had tasted it personally, Tularis was the real god of Kane compared to her. Choice, neither she nor Malekith. But she sometimes saw something in Tularis's eyes that she couldn't understand, she had observed, she thought it was a kind of pity?

It was an unfamiliar emotion to her, but she definitely felt it in Tularis, a weakness that she could have exploited if she had cared to.

Because of this, she refuses to have any feelings for Tularis.

Her heart trembled. At this moment, she felt a strange tingling, an emotion she had never experienced in the past thousands of years. It was a heartbreaking feeling, and in that moment she truly admitted for the first time that she needed Tularis, not just as her champion, but as someone she... loved.

"I love him." She whispered in her heart, and this was her greatest weakness.

To love someone, to need someone, is to make yourself vulnerable, and now more than ever, Helene was vulnerable.

She ran over quickly almost instinctively, squatted down, and hugged Turalis into her arms. Turaris's body slumped down weakly, like a warrior with broken wings, leaning tiredly on her chest.

Turaris raised his head and stared at Heliben through blurred vision. He saw her pale skin that was still as smooth as marble, the flawless beauty and strength intertwined, as if time had never left any trace on her body.

His mind went back to that night, the night he first saw Heliben, the night Kane first whispered to him, the night he first took a life with his cleaver. He remembered that after that night she named him her champion and took him into her bed.

From that moment on, Helene became his master, his queen, and his lover.

Even though thousands of years have passed, and even though Heliben's body is sometimes eroded by time and aging, he still has a kind of love and awe for her.

Scenes like this have been repeated every year for thousands of years. But now, this love became so clear in her arms that it was difficult for him to suppress the trembling in his heart. But the strange thing is that he suddenly has an uneasy premonition that all this will no longer exist.

"My champion." Heliben said softly, with a touch of gentleness in her voice, but as sharp as a blade, "We still have many joys waiting for us to experience again."

"Yes, my queen." Tularis responded in a low voice and took a deep breath. He could smell Heliben's body fragrance mixed with the smell of bloody rust, which made him feel familiar and stable, "side by side with you." Kill the enemy and watch you lick the blood from the execution knife and sacrifice more souls to Kane."

Heliben smiled, her laughter was low and charming, but it sent a chill down Tularis' spine. It was not pure laughter, but a cold sound mixed with danger and elusiveness.

"Oh, yes, my love." A hint of treachery flashed in Heliben's eyes, "Not only that, there are more fun waiting for us... But first..."

Her movements were so fast that even Turaris didn't react. She suddenly reached out and pulled out a dagger from Turaris's waist. The blade glowed coldly in the night, and she instantly touched Turaris's hand. on the throat.

Turaris's eyes widened, feeling that the coldness of the blade had pierced his skin, and blood slowly slid down the blade. He didn't struggle, just looked at Heliben quietly.

"Tell me, Turaris." Heliben's voice was low and cold, with a dangerous sense of oppression, "What just happened?"

"My queen?" There was a hint of doubt in Turaris' voice.

"We have always been honest with each other, Tularis." Heliben continued, the blade was slightly harder, and Tularis' breathing became difficult. "Despite our many shortcomings, we have always been honest with each other. Now, don't break this. Tell me, what did those shadow beings do to you?"

Heliben stared at Tularis coldly, with both threat and indescribable expectation in his eyes.

It was a complex emotion between anger and concern.

This made Tularis's heart sink suddenly, and he understood that no matter what he answered next, he must be extremely cautious.

"They...tried to take away my soul." After a moment, he whispered, with a heavy and helpless tone in his voice.

Heliben's eyes were still cold, and the blade was still pressed against Turalis's throat, but her hand relaxed slightly and did not press further.

"Go on," she ordered in a low voice.

Turaris took a deep breath and felt the cool blood in his throat slipping down. His eyes became firm and he recounted every detail of what had just happened. He knew that Hurley needed answers, and he had to give them. To reveal the truth that Hurley wanted.

Heliben's expression gradually changed from indifference to some more complex emotions as he spoke, including anger, confusion, and a hint of concern hidden deep in the depths. Heliben showed a ferocious smile, raised the dagger to her mouth, and gently licked the blood off the blade.

"But I'm still alive." There was a hint of unwillingness and exhaustion in Tularis's words, as if he couldn't believe that he had actually walked out of the shadows.

"Yes." Heliben responded coldly, with a hint of strange inquiry in her tone, "But why? Why are you still alive, Tularis?"

"I don't know." Tularis shook his head, frowning. He looked up at Helleben, trying to find the answer in her eyes, but what he saw was something that frightened him, confusion. He had never seen Helleben with such an expression. Helleben was always cold and confident, as if everything was under control. But at this moment, this cold-blooded queen was confused.

"I can feel that this is a trap. My intuition tells me that this is a well-woven trap." Tularis's voice became lower and lower, and his eyes were pleading. "Don't worry about me, leave here, and return to Har Gansi immediately. That is your throne and your domain, not this damn street."

Helleben's eyebrows raised slightly, and a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth, but there was still a subtle doubt in her eyes.

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"Trap?"

She repeated slowly, as if she was hearing the word for the first time, and pronounced it awkwardly.

"Are you afraid, Tularis? My champion, I am confused. For thousands of years, you have stood by my side, cold and fearless, as ruthless as the incarnation of Cain, and now, I actually see fear in you!"

"Fear?" Tularis' tone was a little excited, he clenched the executioner's knife, as if trying to refute, but found that he really couldn't deny it completely. The experience in the shadow realm, those lingering nightmare-like images, seemed to still echo in the depths of his mind.

"Yes, fear, and weakness."

Hellebron slowly approached, the dagger in her hand was still held firmly, and the sharp blade reflected the firelight. She stared at Tularis, with a hint of teasing in her voice, but it was more like a disappointed mockery.

"For thousands of years, you have been Kane's most loyal messenger. You could have had power and influence beyond any dream of Druki, but you chose to give up. You gave up countless times. This is weakness. This is disgusting, Tularis, and now you have another weakness."

"Weakness?" Tularis raised his head suddenly, his voice low but full of anger. He stared at Helleben, his eyes burning with anger and unwillingness, "You call loyalty a weakness? You call my love for you weakness?"

"Yes, weakness!" Helleben answered without hesitation, her eyes were cold, and her tone was full of unshakable firmness, "You could have replaced me, become the master of the sect, and even become the most powerful leader in the history of Duruchi, but you chose to stay by my side again and again. Your loyalty is admirable, but it is also disgusting. Now, you even told me that you are afraid of a trap, and you are worried about an invisible threat. Isn't this a weakness?"

"My queen..." Tularis called in a low voice, with complex emotions in his tone, anger, confusion, and some unspeakable loss.

A cruel smile appeared on Helleben's face, and that smile made Tularis' heart ache. She gently raised her chin, and her eyes pierced into Tularis's soul like a blade.

"Get up, Tularis." She ordered, her voice was cold and majestic, as if carrying some kind of sacred power, "Stand up, pick up your knife, and continue to fight. We are unstoppable, no enemy, no trap can stand firm in front of us! Cain has given us endless power, and we only need to respond to His gift with blood."

Her voice gradually became high, with a heart-pounding fanaticism.

"Stand up! Tularis, pick up your beheading knife, dye the earth red with the blood of the enemy, let us indulge in the slaughter and destruction we bring, and let Cain's glory burn because of us!"

Tularis took a deep breath, clenched the beheading knife in his hand, and slowly stood up. His body was still tired, and his wounds were aching, but his eyes gradually ignited a familiar flame, which was the murderous intent of Cain's messenger, cold and deadly.

"Yes, my queen. For Cain, for you, I will kill all enemies who stand in our way." He looked directly at Hellebron and nodded, his voice low but firm.

Helleben nodded with satisfaction, with a dangerous light in her eyes and a cold arc at the corner of her mouth, as if she had foreseen the upcoming bloody massacre. She turned slightly, ready to move forward with her champion, towards the glorious battle that belonged to Cain.

However, the step she had just taken was interrupted by a neat and heavy sound of footsteps.

The footsteps were uniform, and the low vibration came from a distance, like rolling thunder, oppressing every inch of air on the street. That was the unique sound of the army moving, with endless discipline and murderous intent.

Helleben and Tularis stopped and looked at the source of the sound. Soon, a figure walked at the front of the neat army and slowly walked towards them.

The figure's steps were leisurely but full of power, and every step was full of unquestionable control, as cold as a sculpture, shrouded in a chilling majesty.

"Dakwus..." Helleben narrowed her eyes, her voice was low and dangerous.

Dacreus stopped and tilted his head, looking casually at Hellebron and Tularis, with a smile on his face. His eyes were cold and full of sarcasm, as if he was looking at a pair of prey that had already fallen into a trap.

"Wow... wow... what are you two mumbling about here?" he said, his tone frivolous, but with a suffocating sense of oppression. His tone seemed casual, but it was like a sharp blade, piercing directly into Heliben's heart, "It's over over there, oh, by the way, she..." He raised his hand and pointed casually in the direction behind him, He changed the subject and showed a meaningful smile, "I took one step ahead of you!"

Heliben's pupils shrank slightly when she heard the words. Even though Darkos' words seemed frivolous, she immediately understood the deeper meaning. Morathi, that bitch is dead. She was killed by this cunning young man and the family. The younger generation sent him off. What's worse is that the situation she faces now has obviously been planned by this insidious predator.

"Baby!"

She stared at Darkus coldly, the corners of her mouth twitched, and then she gritted her teeth and said, with suppressed anger and disdain in her voice.

"You really have bad intentions. It seems that Tularis is not suspicious. Is this...a trap you weaved for me?"

At this moment, she finally understood why Liannes died and why Turalis felt that invisible threat, because this was a drama against her, a well-designed hunt. She looked at Darkus standing there, as if looking at a cunning hunter, looking at the captured prey with a sarcastic face, while the military formation behind Darkus was like a huge mouth, opening her up. Surrounded by Turalis.

"Oh, you make it sound as if I have any ill intentions towards you." Darkus smiled slightly, spreading his hands, with a hint of false innocence in his tone, and some kind of joking, like a slow stab. The thin needle penetrated the skin, "But to be honest, don't you think this situation suits your style very well? Cruel, cold, and full of drama. I have spent a lot of time knitting this... gift for you?"

"You're smart, Darkus, but don't think you've won. You think you've got everything under control, right? Cub?"

Heliben was silent for a moment, smiled coldly, the laughter was full of dangerous chill, and stared at Darkus with eyes like knives.

Darkus was not moved by Heliben's sneer or provocation. He just shrugged, appearing calm and calm. Then, he took a step back, slowly raised his hand, and waved it gently, as if directing an upcoming drama.

Following his gesture, the military formation surged forward like a tide. Either holding a halberd or holding a conflicting weapon, the Adreze believers took each step in unison, with the sound of armor clashing and the low sound of footsteps. Like a dull death march, echoing in the empty streets.

But the strange thing is that these soldiers did not take any further action and just stood still like an iron wall.

At this moment, a gap suddenly opened in the military formation, and a strange figure slowly walked out of it.

The figure stopped, his voice was low and cold, carrying indescribable pressure. Under his low-hanging hood, a pale but angular face was faintly revealed, and his eyes were as dark and deep as the abyss, revealing an unfathomable chill and... anger.

"Heliben!" (End of this chapter)