Just being a dark elf in Warhammer - Chapter 818

c761 612 Late-night chat (no protagonist foreshadowing)

Nagarosil, Nagarond.

A catacombs lie beneath a tower that was once the Fortress of Ores, now shrouded in taboo and shadow. Ores and his family were deposed years ago after being exposed as followers of Slaanesh. The glory of this fear lord disappeared overnight, and his family’s name became one of the taboos in Nagarond.

Since Ores was stripped of his title of Dread Lord, the spire has been without a master. No new Dread Lord dared openly claim the taboo-ridden spire as his own, and it lay ostensibly abandoned. But the tranquility on the surface does not mean that no one is involved in the secret. In fact, the deep tomb under the tower has become the most secret gathering place. At night, when the eternal lead-gray sky gradually dims, and when the two moons rise into the sky and shine with silver light, this place becomes a secret social center for the powerful and powerful in Nagarond.

Of course, this does not include Malekith and his cronies, but it is not absolute.

The midnight tomb is shrouded in mystery and danger, with faint echoes echoing in the winding passages. Sirsis, who had just left a hidden conspiracy, walked cautiously in the passage, his eyes as sharp as obsidian, and his ears alert to capture the slightest movement around him. Every step was gentle and slow, and the sound of footsteps was almost inaudible.

Even the smallest sound of wind or the sound of water leaking and dripping on the wall can make his heart beat faster in an instant. He knew very well that any negligence here might lead to fatal danger. Even the allies who had just sat side by side might instantly turn into executioners who took his life.

The passage was filled with the moist smell of ancient stone, and occasionally there was a faint smell of blood in the air, which made him think of how much blood and betrayal he had witnessed here in the past. His fingers unconsciously tightened on the edge of the cloak, wrapping it tighter. His eyes glanced at the narrow corridors on both sides. The dim braziers and slightly swaying lights reflected the ferocious wall reliefs. Each carving had a unique sense of coldness and oppression, as if to warn him: There will never be anything here. Real security.

After walking for a moment, his eyes caught a shadow in front of him.

A female druch slowly walked from the depths of the passage. She was wearing a flowing black dress, and the material of her dress glowed like silk in the dim light. Her chest was made of a lace network of tiny pearls and crushed sapphires, which seemed to be condensed with the light of stars, illuminating the passage. Her long dark hair is tied up in a delicate golden jade bun. Her makeup is not gaudy, but she exudes an irresistible and dangerous charm.

Her skin was as pale as alabaster, reflecting the cold sheen characteristic of the shadows of the tomb. That beautiful and flawless face is engraved with cold and fierce determination, as if to declare her unyieldingness and majesty. And her eyes were like two groups of cold flames, burning with unshakable will. Every aspect, every detail, makes Silsis feel an unspeakable contradiction, which makes people feel both desire and vague fear.

Her steps were solemn and calm, and her elegant figure exuded a sense of oppression that could not be ignored. She walked slowly towards Sirsis, and the light and shadow stretched behind her, as if annotating her every step.

Sirsis’ tense nerves relaxed slightly after seeing clearly who was coming. It was not an enemy, but a temporary friend, the sorceress Hemara, who had worked with him many times before. He took a deep breath, covered up the vigilance on his face, and replaced it with a calm look.

“Is it over?” Hemara’s voice was cold and steady, like the breeze in the tomb, carrying a trace of inviolable majesty. After she stood still, she looked at Sirsis, the cold flame in her eyes still beating.

“You asked a… unnecessary question, my dear Hermara.” Sirsis tried his best to lower his voice and try not to be as loud as possible, but he could not hide the fatigue and alertness in his voice. He nodded to Hemara and motioned for her to come with him, and his footsteps echoed in the narrow passage of the tomb.

“I ask this question, not because I really want to hear the answer, but because I want to confirm…whether you can still escape from the conspiracy of those powerful people.” Hemara raised her chin slightly, raised her eyebrows slightly, and raised her eyebrows. Bringing out a hint of coldness that seemed like a smile but not a smile.

“In Darkus’ words, it depends on how you define it? Escape intact… Indeed, I am still alive and have not been caught up in their empty lies.” Silsis twitched the corner of his mouth, noncommittal. He looked down at the dark stone slabs under his feet, each step leaving shallow traces in the dust. He raised his head, his eyes a little cold, “But you also know that any Druch who sets foot in a place like this will already have…”

“Very well, Silses, it seems you are smarter than I expected. Put away your damn self-blame, no one can keep this place clean, this land is in chaos, and there is talk everywhere Betrayal.” Hemara slowed down slightly and walked side by side with Sirsis, “What I’m more concerned about is, have they mentioned… something deeper to you?”

“Something deeper?” Hilsis’ tone was pretending to be relaxed, but her steps were subconsciously slowed down by half a beat. He glanced at Hemara, trying to catch more information from Hemara’s expression.

“Hilsis, don’t be like this. That organization, Tigasus’ tricks, or those shadows hidden deep in Nagarond?…Did they mention something?”

Silsis did not answer immediately. They turned a corner and the passage ahead became narrower. The sparse candlelight on the wall cast dancing light and shadow, which reflected on Hemara’s pale and delicate face, making her even more mysterious.

“They said some vague things to me, it was neither painful nor itchy, it was a test to make Dorian become Ashriel’s Night Governor, huh? Hahahaha! It was full of holes, do you think… I am trusted by them? The target?” Xiersis’ voice was low, with a hint of sarcasm.

“Trust? Ha, Xiersis, you were once the protagonist, at least for a while. You also know that they only trust dead people and slaves. You are not one of the two, and they will never trust you. They Testing you shows that you are still valuable to them, but it is no longer important. I don’t think they will be alive when the sun disappears, even though the sun has not risen yet.” Hemara stopped and turned around to look directly. Hilsis tilted her head slightly, with a cold smile on her face, and her tone was sharp and decisive.

“Actually, you know, it doesn’t matter what they said. What matters is who participated!” Xiersis said casually, and then changed the topic, “I suddenly thought of a long time ago, when the two of us went to arrest that Black Blade, do you still have any impression?”

“Of course, I have a very good memory.” The corners of Hemara’s mouth raised slightly, revealing a sneer. “An illegitimate child, a clown trying to cause some trouble in Nagaroth.” She waved her hand gently, as if to dispel the memory. The dust is not worth mentioning, “But I have to say that he was indeed a trouble and made a big fuss in the end. Do you remember his last words?”

“Of course I remember. When we caught him, he cursed endlessly, saying that we were no different from those powerful people. ‘Nagaros will never change,’ is that what he said?” Sirsis did not answer directly. , but raised his eyebrows and looked at Hemara with a half-smile.

“What he said is not entirely unreasonable. Just like today…all this, Sirsis, before Darkus appeared, the darkness of Nagaroth was like an abyss. No matter who tried to change, he was destined to be destroyed. Devouring.” Hemara nodded, a hint of complexity flashed across her eyes. She paused and her voice became deeper, “But the problem is, we are not doing too badly in the abyss, are we?”

“Ha, swimming is not bad? Hemara, our existence itself is to avoid being swallowed by the abyss, not to swim well.” Xiersis shook his head, with a wry smile on his face.

“You know, Silsis, we are not always forced to adapt to the abyss. Occasionally, we can also choose to change something, even if it is just a small thing. What about you? Do you choose to continue to adapt, or do you try to change ? I believe you already have the answer, right?” Hemara stopped and turned to stare at Sirsis, her tone suddenly became serious.

“Change… is difficult, but necessary. The last words of Black Blade made me unable to let go for a long time. Are we like the unchangeable gears in his mouth, only turning longer and deeper? “Hilsis lowered his head in thought and slowed down a bit.

“Not everyone can stay awake in the abyss…” Hemara’s eyes became sharp again, like a dagger with cold light.

“The fact that we can still talk about the past like the Black Blade is proof of our sanity. Anyone who is not afraid of Malekith is either mad or a fool, isn’t he? As long as there is any chance, I can’t deny that I have no fear of Malekith. His fear, even if he has changed, is not the same as before.” Xiersis shrugged with a wry smile.

“Sometimes I really envy you. You made the right choice at the right time, you, and your son. But I didn’t even have a chance to choose.” Hemara’s voice became softer. Some, but there was still a hint of emotion in her tone. She paused and looked up at the faint light at the end of the tomb passage, as if trying to see some answer from the light, “But don’t forget, The story of Black Blade often reminds us that there is no shortage of ambitions and losers in the abyss.”

“What are your plans next?” Silsis followed silently, turning his head slightly to look at Hemara’s side face. There seemed to be a hint of exhaustion and determination hidden in that pale but elegant face. He wanted to ask something, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke.

“Me? You also know that some things are not my final say.” Hemara smiled, but there was no relaxed curve in the corner of her mouth. She paused, and her tone had a hint of distant yearning, “I want to change Life is a different life than before… I don’t want to swim in the abyss anymore. I often ask myself if I am still awake… I don’t want to be trapped by these endless plots, disguises and calculations anymore. I think… maybe. , Will the kind and generous Darkus satisfy my small request?”

“He will. If it is your request, I believe he will seriously consider it. He is never stingy with loyal and capable followers, and he can also satisfy you.” Xiersis picked a choice eyebrows, showing a rare and undetectable smile.

“Loyal and capable follower? Are you praising me?” Hemara turned her head and glanced at Sirsis, with a somewhat complicated look in her eyes.

“Isn’t it? Even if the abyss is full of losers, there are always some people who can swim better than others, live longer and be clearer than others. You happen to be the latter.” Xiersis spread his hands. Tsukuru said easily.

“Hilsis, sometimes I wonder, do we really live longer than others? Or do we just struggle a little longer in the abyss, waiting to be dragged into the darkness one day?” Hemara sneered, but did not refute. After a moment, her pace slowed down and her tone became a little lower.

“Maybe. But as long as we still have a choice, we can’t give up easily. The abyss is still the abyss, but if there is a chance, I still hope that we can find something brighter than the abyss. I believe… Dacus can do it!” Hirsis was silent for a moment, his eyes complicated. He raised his head and looked at the gradually expanding light at the end of the passage, and answered softly.

“Bright things? Then let’s wait and see whether Dacus’s kindness can illuminate this abyss.” Hemara continued to move forward, but a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

After walking for a while, they saw a figure at the end of the dark corridor. Dia, the housekeeper of the Hell Disaster Family, was standing there.

“Is there a tail?”

Dia was dressed in a neat black robe and looked calm and precise, like a perfectly functioning machine. After noticing Hemara and Hirsis, he tilted his head slightly, glanced back vigilantly, and then asked in a low voice.

“Maybe? Maybe not?” Hemara smiled slightly, with a hint of confidence in her tone. She lowered her head and gently brushed the hem of her long skirt. Her pale and slender fingers seemed to still have the afterglow of casting a spell, “But in any case, they are lost in the fog.”

“Come with me.”

Dia nodded and said briefly, then raised his hand and knocked on the stone door behind him, the sound was dull and powerful.

After a while, the stone door slowly opened with a mechanical roar, revealing a secret passage leading to the mansion of the Hell Disaster Family.

Hemara and Hirsis exchanged a brief glance, followed the butler into this strange and depressing passage, walked through the winding stairs and the walls covered with family emblems, and soon they came to an exquisite room in the mansion. The room was covered with dark purple carpets, the walls were decorated with obsidian family emblems, and the fireplace was burning with blue flames, reflecting a dark and noble atmosphere.

“It is indeed the Hell Disaster Family. Whether in Clarkalond or Nagarond, their pomp is always the same. Perhaps this is the heritage of a thousand years?” Hemara glanced around the exquisitely decorated room, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

“But pomp cannot determine everything. Every detail here shows that they have a clear understanding of their position and how many enemies they have in Nagaros.” Hirsis walked to the fireplace and frowned slightly at the jumping blue flames. His voice was low, but with a hint of calm thinking.

A moment later, butler Dia appeared at the door again, bowed slightly, nodded to Hemara and Hirsis, and then made an elegant gesture of guidance, with a clean and neat movement without a trace of dragging.

They followed Dia through a long and narrow passage and soon came to another relatively small but depressing room. Although this room is not big, it is shrouded in a strong atmosphere of power. The four people in the room are all important figures in Naggaroth.

In the center of the room is a square table carved from a whole piece of obsidian. The surface of the table glows with cold light, and the edges are engraved with complex runes and elegant decorative patterns. The four people sitting around the table are the Night Lords Anasara and Valahar Nukel of Clarkarond; and the Night Lords Draka and Valahar Chagorosh from Hag Graef. These four people are not only the core figures of their respective cities, but also the representatives of power that play an important role in Naggaroth.

The layout of the room exudes a mysterious atmosphere. The walls are hung with dark silk and dark gold relief paintings. The four corners are burning with faint magic lamps, casting a lavender halo. Even more eye-catching are the pots of exotic plants placed on the edge of the table. These plants glow slightly under the light, revealing an ominous beauty.

Draka and Chagorosh each held a pipe in their mouths. The smoke they exhaled did not disperse, but was slowly absorbed by a pot of strange plants on the edge of the table. The leaves of this plant were dark green, and the broad leaves grew in an interlaced manner. They trembled slightly as the smoke was inhaled, as if they were taking some kind of slow breath.

Next to Newkle were two pots of plants, one on each side…

If Dacus was present, he would definitely say: A child with a mother is like a treasure.

When Hemara and Hirsis stepped into the room, everyone’s eyes were focused on them at the same time. The sharp gaze like a blade made Hirsis and Hemara’s steps stagnate slightly, but soon they returned to their usual composure.

“Look who’s here?” Anasara said, her voice calm and majestic, her eyes swept over the two of them, like a cold examination of a blade.

“The timing is good, we haven’t started yet.” Draka’s tone was a little mocking, he gently raised his pipe and sprayed the smoke at the plant next to him, and the smoke was instantly absorbed.

Chagorosh did not speak. His eyes swept over the two of them, and finally stopped at Hirsis’s face. The corners of his lips slightly raised, with a faint smile. Then he looked at the table again, and his slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the tabletop. Each tap seemed to carry a faint pressure.

“My old friend, I thought you wouldn’t come. After all, the conditions there are more attractive… Isn’t it?” Newkle exhaled a puff of smoke, his tone full of ridicule and teasing.

“What a joke, anyone who is not afraid of Malekith is either a madman or a fool, isn’t it? Now with Dacus, those people don’t know what they are facing.”

Newkle smiled, with a playful light in his eyes. The pipe in his hand trembled slightly, and the smoke rose up, as if applauding Hirsis’s answer.

After Hirsis finished speaking, he walked to the wine table by the wall and poured himself a glass of dark red wine without hesitation. After drinking it in one gulp, he let out a low burp. Then he took out a beautifully carved pipe from his arms. As the tobacco was lit, the smoke slowly rose and diffused around him. He held the pipe and walked towards the round table, his eyes swept over the people sitting around, and then stood opposite Annasara.

Hemara had already stood beside Anasara, with her hands folded in front of her, and a hint of cold calmness in her eyes, as if she was the only person in this party who was not disturbed by the outside world.

“Let’s get started.” Anasara’s voice was as calm as ever. She tapped the table lightly with her fingertips, and there was no emotional fluctuation in her tone.

Hirsis nodded. He knew that Anasara was not interested in the smell of cigarettes, so he deliberately blew a puff of smoke towards the smoking plant on the table. The smoke was quickly absorbed by the plant, as if it had never existed.

“Okay.”

After saying that, he put down his pipe, picked up the paper and pen on the table and began to write and draw. His movements were quick and precise, and the lines on the paper gradually became complicated. His brows were slightly wrinkled, and he was fully focused on his work.

“Are you writing a suicide note? Or are you drawing a portrait of yourself? Are you going to hang it in the corridor?” Draka watched Hirsis’s movements with interest and joked in a low voice.

“If this is really a suicide note, don’t worry, I will mention you more in the will and add some information to your deeds.” Hirsis didn’t look up. He knew what Draka was talking about, and he didn’t get angry about it. He just replied casually.

Everyone smiled slightly because of his teasing, but the air was still full of oppression, as if every stroke on the table affected their future destiny.

After a moment, Hirsis finally put down the pen, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. There were no images or complex marks on the paper, only rows of densely packed names, neatly arranged from top to bottom. Each name was written coldly, without a trace of emotion, as if… not as if, it was a ruthless death list. He took a deep breath of the smoke from his pipe, raised his head, and looked at the list with burning eyes.

“This is what you want, my old friend.” When he put down the pipe, his voice was low and solemn. He pushed the list away and gently pushed it with his fingers, pushing the list in front of Newkle. With the sound of the list sliding, the air in the room solidified instantly, and everyone’s eyes were focused on the list.

“These people are the participants of the last midnight conspiracy.” His voice was low and powerful, with a threat that could not be ignored, “They need to be settled!”

Hilsis was particularly busy today. After midnight, that is, after the beginning of a new day, he accepted Tigasus’ invitation to participate in the midnight conspiracy. This was also the reason why Hemara was waiting in the passage. After all, Hemara had played a trick on Tigasus once a few years ago.

And the reason why Tigasus invited him was very simple. His current identity was the Lord of Terror of Nagarond, not the Night Overlord of Nagarond, and he was still an insider. The fact that he had become the Night Overlord has not been announced yet. Except for a small number of people who know, others still regard him as Malekith’s adjutant.

He didn’t have to go, but he still went. He wanted to see who participated in this, and the last, midnight conspiracy.

Newkel slowly lowered his head, his eyes swept over the list, and his brows frowned slightly. The names on the list were arranged in rows, like some kind of ominous omen. Each name was like a crime engraved on a stone tablet, which could not be escaped. He was not unfamiliar with these names. Almost all the people on the list had had friendships with him. Some of them were even his “old friends”. They had shared glory and failure together, fought side by side on the battlefield of blood and fire, or had business dealings with each other, but now, all this has become the past.

Today, there are no more friends.

“Do you say they are crazy or fools? Or… both?” He exhaled a puff of smoke gently, as if recalling the memories brought to him by these names. These former allies and partners are now just lambs to be slaughtered, waiting for the upcoming reckoning. He raised his head and whispered, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

“I don’t think it matters. What matters is…” Hillsis did not answer immediately, but silently stared at the list, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if waiting for a response to this sentence. After a moment, he shook his head gently, his tone low and cold. He paused, his eyes suddenly sharp, staring directly at Newker, “They won’t survive today!”

The air in the room solidified again, and almost everyone present could feel the murderous intent in Hirsis’s words. A glimmer flashed in Hemara’s eyes, and she knew that there was no turning back. Annasara’s eyes were deep, as if she had seen a moment in the future, at that moment, all the names on the list would disappear in the long river of history.

“That’s right.” Newkol replied softly, as if confirming a fate that had already been predetermined.

Draka and Chagorosh were still smoking, and the smoke on the table seemed to symbolize the chaos and turmoil that was about to break out. There was no more communication between the two, but they just looked at the pipes in their hands coldly. They knew that this reckoning had actually started a long time ago.

“Let’s do it.” Annasara’s voice was low and calm, as if she was simply directing a game. However, every word was like a fire magic ready to explode at any time.

“I’m in charge here, and they will be in combat readiness.” Newkol stretched out his finger and tapped the unfolded map on the table lightly.

In the center of the map was Nagarond, and the surrounding terrain was clearly visible. On the northern plains, the densely packed chess pieces symbolize the garrisons of various legions.

His fingertips slid across the map and landed on the chess pieces representing the armies of Clarkalond. The armies were very close to the northern walls of Nagarond, lined up in a row, showing the huge force he could mobilize. These were all Clarkalond’s troops, and behind each chess piece was the power he could control.

Draka said nothing, but silently looked down at the list in his hand, as if calculating the next move in his mind. He then raised his head and glanced at Chagorosh.

“Hage Graves is in charge here!” Chagorosh’s words broke the silence, and his finger immediately pointed to an area in the west of the plain on the map. There, Haage Graves could mobilize the troops. His voice was calm and firm without any fluctuations.

“Where is Daquus?” Hirsis asked, his voice low and with some expectation.

Annasara didn’t rush to answer, but stared at the table quietly. After a moment, she gently raised her right hand, and her fingertips moved slightly. The energy in the air gathered into an invisible force with her movements. As her fingertips turned, the energy wrapped around a special chess piece on the table. The chess piece slowly rose in the air, emitting a faint glow, as if being pulled by some invisible gravity, gradually floating above her palm.

After playing with it for a while, the chess piece finally floated steadily for a moment, and then the chess piece slowly floated on the map and landed steadily in a position in the southeast, which appropriately marked the location of Daquus, the Sea of ​​​​Resentment southeast of Nagarond.

“Here, he will arrive at noon, and when he arrives, the Dark Council will begin!” Her voice was calm and powerful, her fingertips pointed to the southeast of the map, her eyes were deep, with an unquestionable power. (End of this chapter)