Just being a dark elf in Warhammer - Chapter 837

c778 $629Echoes and gifts from the past

Only Aris entered the dungeon, while Lilith suddenly appeared. When Aris opened the curtain and went in, she suddenly disappeared.

“Sit anywhere, you’re welcome.”

Darkius, who was sitting there, looked up and glanced at Aris while busying himself, and said casually. There was a bit of carelessness in his words. After he finished speaking, he continued to look in the direction of the entrance. When he saw that Lilith was not there, he shook his head. He had expected Lilith to leave.

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

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

Ares looked around the interior of the dugout, and his eyes quickly caught those details: a strangely shaped stove in the center was emitting heat, the fire was swaying, and the elves were sitting on the carpet around the stove, busying themselves, some were adding firewood to the stove, and some were lowering their heads to sort out the piled ingredients. The air was filled with the strong smell of sheep and the aroma of roasted food, which penetrated into his nostrils together, forming a strange but attractive smell.

His eyes fell on Gilead again, and he noticed that the other party was wearing a similar style of clothing to his own, but the color was a soft silver-gray, which looked low-key and elegant. He hesitated for a moment, and then carefully put the Moon Bow behind his back, then walked straight to Gilead and sat down without hesitation.

He did not find a corner for himself to defend, nor did he arrange a place to escape. He knew very well that these elves were all extraordinary masters. If they really wanted to harm him, they didn’t have to wait until now.

“Speaking of which, his being able to sit here has a lot to do with you.”

Darkius opened a bag and distributed the canned dace in it one by one. After distributing almost all of them, he casually spoke to Aris.

“Me?”

Aris frowned, with a hint of confusion in his tone. He looked directly at Darkius, trying to read something from the other party’s careless 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. After showing the soul stone for a moment, he carefully put it back. Then, he took out another amulet.

Aris was stunned when he saw the amulet, his pupils shrank slightly, and then his face changed suddenly. He recognized this amulet, and recognized it very clearly. (Chapter 327)

This small amulet was the beginning of his memory of suffering and turmoil.

Malekith, who returned to Ulthuan and reclaimed Anlek, did something bad. He put the blame on the Anar family, claiming that the Anar family was in collusion with the cult.

This vicious accusation forced Aris to leave Nagarys. With anger and unwillingness, he went to Tal Anlok in the Kingdom of Terrenlok, trying to seek support from there.

However, Barshana was full of helplessness about his words, and made it clear that this was an internal problem of Nagarys. As the Phoenix King, Barshana was powerless to do anything 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, and it laid a solid foundation for him to return to Anlok to assassinate Cantras and Irenat. He was already familiar with everything in the Phoenix Court, and was familiar with every secret passage and the patrol time of the guards.

Later, Barshana was poisoned by Malekith, and Barshana’s eldest son died in the Temple of Asuryan. Soon after, the Great Schism began, and the Kingdom of Terenlock was occupied by Duruchi.

In that chaotic situation, Aris, who was mixed in the court, risked rescuing Barshana’s youngest son and brought him back to the east of Nagarys.

“So…” Aris came back to his senses and cast his eyes on Gilead. He did not dwell on the historical grievances, but stared at the other party and asked a key question directly.

“Asur?” Gilead knew what Aris was asking. He lowered his eyes and his sight fell on the central fire. The flames jumped, and blurred light and shadows flashed in his pupils.

“Stray Asur, the stray Asur from Elsin Arwen!”

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

“A lot has happened in Elsin Alvin, but I don’t think you’ll be interested in it.” Dacus said casually, putting the can in his hand on the stove to warm it up, then glanced at Ryan, “Come on, I’ll give you a gift.”

“I don’t need it!” Aris frowned slightly, with a tone of resistance.

“Believe me, this gift is very meaningful to you… You should at least take a look?” Dacus smiled, with a bit of certainty and teasing in his tone.

Ryan, who was somewhat reluctant, finally stood up, 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 Aris opened the box, all the elves stopped what they were doing and looked at him in unison. He ignored these looks and stared at the item in the box, a strangely shaped long sword.

The design style of this sword is unique and even a little weird. There is a howling face on the hilt, and when it is illuminated, the hilt will emit a light red light. He has never seen a similar weapon, but strangely, a corner of his heart faintly feels familiar.

“A friend’s sword.” Dacus broke the silence. His tone was understated, but there was a hint of unnoticeable heaviness. “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 put it back…to the right place.” At the end of the words, he shrugged, sighed, and looked at the fire.

He had thought about a lot before, such as finding Hellebron after finding Aris’s trace in Naggaroth, reenacting the hunt of Aris by Alandrian and the Hellebron sisters, running in the woods under the gaze of the gods, jumping up and down, shooting deadly arrows, feeling the arrows whizzing across his cheeks. Then he played some kind of mantis catching cicadas, and after completing the hunt, he dealt with Hellebron.

Or, other situations…

However, these things did not happen. Now, he and Aris sat in the cave and had a not-so-friendly meeting.

“This is…”

Aris frowned, holding 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 stranger it felt, as if this sword once belonged to a fragment deep in his memory, but he couldn’t remember it anyway.

“Didn’t recognize it?” Dacus raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of ridicule in his tone.

Aris shook his head with a complicated expression.

“Take out the money! “Seeing this, Dacus 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 a resentful look at Aris.

“I said he couldn’t recognize it.” Dacus laughed easily, his tone full of mischief.

“What is the origin of this sword…?” Aris listened to these accusations and clamors, his hand holding the sword tightened slightly, his eyes swept across the faces of these elves with complexities, and finally returned to Dacus.

“For a long time, it was called the Blood Drinking Sword, and the name was very appropriate… Whenever this heinous sword killed a living creature, the blood splashed on the blade would be quickly absorbed, and the victim’s vitality would be transformed into nourishment for the holder.

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

Dakwu paused, his eyes swept across Aris, and then added casually, “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 these histories, so I’ll just say it straight, do you think this sword is familiar?”

Aris didn’t answer, but nodded.

“This is Cantras’s sword! “Darkius’s mouth curled up with a meaningful smile. He put down the can in his hand and said in a calm but somewhat impactful tone. (Chapter 406)

After the Blooddrinking Sword passed through the hands of the elven masters of lore, it was determined to be from the Great Invasion Era and was made by the dragon tamer Caledor. From the beginning of the record, this sword was 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, also It was Nehekhara in the south. Later, Nagash gave Vlad the ring and the sword together.

When the Blooddrinker fell into Daxus’s hands, he planned to take the sword to Athel Loren and ask Lord Dess to transform it to its original appearance, but in the end…

“This…”

Aris was stunned with a thunderous roar, 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 to this day, but you have never set foot in Elsin Arwen, but Ashnir has gone. “Darkius said slowly.

At that time, there was a war and the records were very confusing. Aris might not have taken the sword away after killing Cantras, or Cantras might have handed the sword to Ashnir when Ashnir went to Anlek.

However, in any case, the sword was indeed in Ashnir’s hands.

Aris’s face changed slightly, and his thoughts fell into confusion, but soon, his brows knitted tighter, as if trying to piece together the truth of this history.

He remembered, he knew why there was a sense of familiarity. 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 a lot of things, including swordsmanship. When Cantras taught him martial arts, he used the sword he was holding in his hand now.

At that time, he pursued Ashnir for two years, through writing letters, confessing, dancing and hunting activities. He was fascinated by this cold and beautiful girl. He felt happy because of this relationship and began to look forward to the future life, while forgetting 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 skills from his mother. He didn’t spend much time in the library. He lacked patience for politics, but he liked to study the documents from scholars in the Kingdom of Safri, which recorded the mountains where the mountain dwarves lived. He studied the complex watercolors and marveled at the diversity of birds of prey.

Since then, Aris has obtained more traveler maps and diaries from Elsing Alvin in the library, and collected information about Elsing Alvin from his father who had served in the colony for hundreds of years. He dreamed of going to Elsin Arwen one day, hunting under the vast woods and through the towering mountains, and offering his prey to Kurnos. He dreamed of going to those strange lands with Ashnir one day.

However, everything changed with the return of Malekith, 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?” another companion asked.

“Better not to look!” A companion stood between Aris and the shooting hole.

Eager to know what happened, Aris pushed his companion away and stared into the night to see what exactly caused the companions to be so astonished.

He saw a prince of Duruchi dressed in gorgeous silver armor, holding a sword in his left hand and a shorter blade in his right hand, and two strange girls on both sides of the prince. Then, there was a fourth figure, 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 figure’s face…

Aris knew this face, the eyes were spinning magic balls, the expression was indifferent, but the thin lips, and the delicate nose and chin, he was too familiar with them, he had kissed them before.

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

“I told you not to look!”

The partner shouted while grabbing his shoulders and pulling him up, however, his eyes were full of panic, like a child who suddenly found himself lost and alone. He took an unconscious step towards the door until his partner pulled him back.

“It’s her, isn’t it?” he whispered.

The partner nodded.

He said nothing more, but closed his eyes, trying to make himself strong, and looked out the window again.

That was the last time he saw Ashniel.

“What happened later? Do you know what happened later?” Aris came back to his senses, his eyes lit up with an eager light, and his tone was a little urgent.

“Later…” Dacus dragged out his voice pretending to be nonchalant, then raised his eyebrows, revealing a half-smile.

There are etiquettes for giving gifts. Giving a computer case worth three thousand to a computer game player is indeed a bit… but a keyboard worth three thousand is different.

In addition, what is Bai Yueguang…

“Is it important?” There was a hint of playfulness in his tone, as if he wanted to tease Aris’s greater curiosity.

He knew, but he couldn’t say it, and he didn’t want to say it. Did he have to tell the experience of Ashnir like a charlatan, add the first generation of Drusara, and then bring up Nagash, and finally tell a long and stinky history of vampires?

He was hungry. After waking up and having breakfast on the Vicious Temple, he hadn’t eaten the second meal until now. Too many things happened that day, so he didn’t care about eating. It was late at night now, and he wanted to eat. Besides, he didn’t meet Aris to share these trivial things with Aris.

“It’s not important… Thank you… Thank you for your gift.” Aris was stunned, his eyes turned from expectation to loneliness, and he sighed in a low voice.

“Okay, put the sword back in the box first.” Dacus raised his hand and pointed at the wooden box, his tone rarely revealed a bit of 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, this is just the beginning. And I…” He paused, and a relaxed smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, “I still want to have a good meal.”

The reason why Dacus said this was because he knew very well that Aris was the Shadow King famous for his archery, but Aris’s martial arts should not be underestimated. Not to mention, Aris holding the Blood Drinking Sword is definitely a dangerous opponent.

Of course, he was not afraid of Aris, and he was not worried at all that Aris holding the Blood Drinking Sword would start killing. In this narrow cave, he controls everything.

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

When it became clear that Druki was going to retake the Blighted Isles, many Asur armies marched north to stop them, including the Iris army led by Anarlan and Anarelli.

During the battle, Agran, holding the Fang Sword, was killed by Koran.

In the elven society, twins are very popular, and there are many examples to prove this, such as…

Anarelli sensed Agran’s death when she needed to concentrate the most, and the sudden grief overwhelmed her thoughts. Every protective spell she tried went wrong at the last minute, and the constant warnings from the Amulet of Hoth only made her more nervous in vain. When the shadow of the Seraphim enveloped her and the nightmarish claws tore at her, she didn’t even have time to scream.

Koran, who killed Agran, was not much better. He was surrounded by Asur spears and all the black guards around 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 bowstrings drawn and a tall figure at the head.

“Hmm~ Tell me, are you really the Shadow King? Or just another shadow imposter, so that the legend can continue?” Kolan knew who this tall figure was. He pouted and slowly and deliberately spat at Agran lying on the ground.

“Let’s find the answer together, how about it?”

A championship duel began, and the result was…

Aris came to Athel Loren from Ulthuan with a few elves, where he fought until the last moment of the end.

And this is exactly why Daxus decided to meet with Aris. (End of this chapter)