Just being a dark elf in Warhammer - Chapter 846

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The swirling swirls of color in the sky light up the night, stunning you with their vivid hues. Bright reds, deep blues and dazzling emerald greens intertwine and blend, presenting a completely unnatural beauty that is unique. Only in the cold and deadly northern wilderness can such beautiful scenery appear. The magnificent aurora embellishes the top of the world like a crown.

The girl opened her eyes wide and silently looked up at the violent spectacle in the sky, deeply moved by its shocking majesty. Beside her, the warrior covered in blood-stained fur leaned down, picked her up, and easily placed her on his shoulders so that she could see better.

Although the girl is getting older and is no longer suitable for such treatment, her figure is still slender and light, and the warrior can lift her effortlessly. She shifted slightly to make herself more comfortable.

“Legend has it that when the Axe-god is satisfied with our efforts, the tides in the sky will surge and flow a crimson color drawn from the blood of our enemies. When that day comes, our people will be far superior above all other tribes.”

The warrior said with a smile. He didn’t need to lower his head to imagine the look of awe on his ten-year-old daughter’s face.

The war between the two tribes has raged for several years, and now the elders have made a prophecy that tomorrow will decide whether Merok and his people will triumph or perish.

The girl was a beautiful child and the warrior loved her deeply, and her growing resemblance to her dead mother gave him a new hatred for his enemy.

She doesn’t speak much. She has always been an introverted and thoughtful child, with wisdom and sensitivity beyond her years. Her mother’s death at the hands of her enemies a year earlier had taken its toll, but she bore it all with resilience through her tribe’s unflappable pragmatism.

Occasionally, she spoke, always with some observation or a question, and Merok was comforted by her curiosity and thirst for knowledge.

“How did it form?” After a moment, she asked the question firmly, as if asking her father whether he had arranged this wonderful magic show just for her.

“No one really knows, Lil Venn. But there is no doubt that such a miracle must be the work of the gods.” Merok said kindly.

“Where are the gods?” The girl tugged at her father’s sparse beard carelessly and wrapped it between her fingers with her little hands.

“To the north, farther than we have ever been, none of those who have told stories of what lies beyond the mountains and tried to go there have ever returned.”

“When I grow up, I will definitely go there!” the girl said in a child-like firm tone. Merok laughed after hearing this, and her eyes suddenly narrowed, full of dissatisfaction, “What’s so funny? ?”

“I believe in you, Lil Wayne. If anyone can complete this journey, it must be you!” Merok said with a smile.

His words calmed the girl and the anger in his eyes dissipated. The girl did look a lot like his dead wife, but the girl’s temperament, behavior and attitude were completely inherited from him.

The girl is the only child he and his wife have, and she is his pride. For this reason alone, he loved his daughter deeply.

The two of them stared silently at the magical storm and the dazzling colors in the sky, enjoying this moment of tacit understanding and tranquility.

“Tomorrow, I want to fight with my tribe.”

After a moment, the girl spoke again. This time, her voice was no longer childlike and willful, but confident and firm, like a young woman who knew what she wanted. As she spoke, she patted Merok’s shoulder with her hand, signaling her father to put her down.

Among the tribe, it is not unusual for children of this age to go to war. But Valkia, who is naturally brave, is a woman after all. According to tribal customs, female children who have not given birth to children are not allowed to set foot on the battlefield.

“I won’t allow it!”

“I disobey you, Father. I am not asking, but telling you my wishes.”

“I forbid you from participating in the war.”

Merok dotes on Valkia to an absurd degree, and he has always been like this. But this time, he couldn’t destroy the centuries-old tradition.

“I disobey.”

Valkia is extremely charming at times and a cold little prick at other times.

“You can’t.”

It’s an old game between fathers and daughters, where the father will deny his daughter’s requests and the daughter will provoke her until a smile appears on her face and then she will grant her daughter’s innocent request. But this time… no!

There was a hard tone in her father’s voice that her daughter had never heard before, leaving Valkia speechless for a moment. She rarely saw her father as a chief, and she was used to seeing Merok as just her father. Thinking that her father would reject her wish, she couldn’t help but pouted. The father knelt down so that his eyes were at eye level with hers.

“You are my only daughter. If I take you to the battlefield tomorrow, I will push you to death. Before entering the battlefield, you must grow up and give birth to offspring before you can pick up weapons and join the battle.”

When talking about these, the father felt a little uncomfortable, and his daughter’s eyes were as crystal clear and hard as emeralds, staring deeply at him.

“Your mother gave birth to you when she was fourteen, and you are not yet eleven. Don’t rush to pursue death, Lil Wayne, because it will come to all of us sooner or later.”

After he finished speaking, he stood up, pushed his hair with a few strands of silver behind his ears, and looked up at the aurora.

“I cannot grant you your wish, my daughter. Not this time. You cannot fight. I cannot lose you to the beasts. You are too important to me, and to the future of our tribe.”

Valkia looked up at Melok and studied him carefully. Her father was tall, broad-shouldered, and his solid body was made even more sturdy by the fur on his body. But she thought her father was very old, although he might only be twenty-five years old. However, in her tribe, those who lived to thirty were considered old.

Melok’s face was too scarred by battles to be handsome, but he had a sense of pride and confidence. There was no denying that his appearance was pure, symbolizing his good origin. The chief’s cloak had always been passed down from father to son. And his marriage to Valkia only gave birth to two surviving children, Valkia and her sister, but her sister died before she was one year old. His wife also gave birth to three sons, but none of them were born with breath.

Although he tried to deny those rumors, he gradually began to believe them over time.

He was cursed!

“I understand.”

Valkia’s lips were tightly pursed.

“I can’t allow you to go to war tomorrow, my daughter, but I will discuss it with the parliament tonight. They may allow you to pick up the shield and join the ranks of shieldmaiden.” Melok lowered his head and looked at Valkia’s stubborn and resolute little face. He forced himself to hold back his smile and reached out to hold his daughter’s chin.

Valkia pulled back sharply, as if she wanted to refute, but he grabbed her chin again, “Listen to me, Valkia. No matter how much you make a fuss, you must understand that this is how it should be, otherwise I will whip you to understand. I will not violate the tradition of our tribe for your childish wish.”

“I’m not a child!”

“Then stop acting like a child.” The father’s words were harsh, and when he saw that his daughter seemed to be hit hard, his attitude softened a little, “I will try my best, but I can’t promise anything. Let’s go. The council is about to meet, and I’ve been here for too long.”

“Do you promise to tell them?” In the end, Valkia reluctantly compromised and slid her little hand into her father’s big hand.

“When have I ever disappointed you, Lil Wayne?”

Without FLAG, Melok did not die in the battle. Just as he said to Valkia, he put forward his daughter’s wish at the tribal council, and then Valkia, who was only ten years old, stepped onto the battlefield as a shieldmaiden.

But then the story begins to become clichéd…

Years after this great battle, the fate of the tribe improved. Valkia was also eighteen years old, but she did not find a husband or even a lover.

In order to pass on the tribe, Melok married Valkia’s friend. His second wife gave birth to three children for him, including a son, but soon after, he was touched by Nurgle and infected with a plague, and his once muscular body disappeared.

The deterioration of his body plunged the tribe into turmoil. Soon after, a tribe that had been attacked sought refuge from him, and after much hesitation, he reluctantly agreed. But this aroused the anger of the tribe, who considered his behavior weak and unwise, especially Valkia, who believed that offering protection to those who could not survive through traditional means of raiding and warfare was an intolerable sign.

Eventually, Valkia took advantage of the deteriorating situation and began to challenge her father. She succeeded and took the tribe from her slain father. Soon, she became a ruthless killing machine, obsessed with glory and bloodshed. She killed everyone who opposed her, eliminated the weak in the tribe, and even killed her stepmother and stepsisters, leaving only her half-brother who was still an infant.

As time went on, she even won the respect of the Bloody Hand, a fierce warband of Chaos Marauders.

From then on, Valkia rose and had the template of a novel protagonist…

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With the red dragon’s almost heaven-defying opening, the cavalry responsible for making dumplings achieved expected success. After completing the task, Daxus blew the note representing victory and also marking retreat. The atmosphere of victory spread on the battlefield shrouded in night.

However, just as he was about to return, a strange shadow came into his sight.

“What the hell? Harpy?”

Daxius narrowed his eyes and detected the abnormality in the distance with the faint light. He took out a telescope and observed carefully. After a moment, his expression changed from doubt to surprise. “Good guy! Buy one get one free!” The corners of his mouth raised a trace of excitement, and then he said to Ashdaron, “Over there, over there, over there, let’s go! Let’s go meet her.”

Surprise is hard to hide. He has no reason not to be surprised. He was worried about not having experimental subjects. When he thought he didn’t get any spoils in this messy night battle, there was a sudden turn of events, and it was double! Buy one get one free!

When did that voice appear in Valkia’s mind?

It was the moment when Dacus focused his eyes on her!

Kerrillian, Aris, Gilead, Talos, Tolandil, Aredel, Tyrandor, Karona and other experts who hunted in traps started shooting when they caught Valkia preparing to take off, as long as they were within the attack range, and fiercely suppressed Valkia from different directions. Not only that, the crossbowmen and the reaper crossbows also joined the fire attack, and for a time, the arrows rained like a waterfall, locking Valkia firmly in a storm of attacks.

Kerillian was agile and had shot eight arrows in a row in just a few seconds, each of which was extremely accurate. Just as she put the ninth arrow on the bowstring, she suddenly paused for a moment. She looked up and saw the strange posture of Daquus standing on Ashdaron’s head. The corners of her mouth curled up and she giggled.

“What is he doing?”

She seemed to be whispering to herself, and seemed to be asking Isharion questions, trying to find answers, and the hand holding the arrow loosened slightly because of her smile.

Dacus took a step forward with his left foot, lowered his body slightly, stretched out his left hand, pointed his index and middle fingers together, and clenched the rest of his fingers into a fist. He held Vizar with his right hand, and put on a posture like a master. During the action, his eyes were like cold blades, staring at the monster that was gradually approaching.

“You…” After doing all this, he asked, but in the end he didn’t ask the question.

“What about me?” Ashdaron’s low roar came from below, with a little confusion in his tone.

“It’s okay.” Dacus shook his head briefly, and then whispered, “Get close to her, leave the rest to me.”

Dacus was not afraid. As a veteran who had fought all the way from the Novice Village to now, he had long been accustomed to facing danger.

But…

When Ashdaron swooped down, his thoughts surged. In Dragon Keep, Ashdaron’s injuries were healed by the elven spellcasters, and the spoils of Dragon Rock Fort added new strength to him. In Asheril, Ashdaron was treated and strengthened by the Slann.

However, even so, Dakwus was still wary of the situation in front of him, and the root of all this was the magic spear called “Slop” in Valkia’s hand.

This magic spear, or spear, was forged for Valkia by a great Norse blacksmith and named after the terrible demon in Norse mythology. Whether it is a king or a commoner, the Blood Queen’s barbed spear kills everyone. Carrying the blessing of Khorne, it can cleverly dig out the enemy’s heart and behead the enemy, and can easily tear the strongest armor and the toughest animal skin.

Ashdaron spread his huge wings, let out a roar that shook the world, and then swooped down. His body was like a burning mountain, falling rapidly from the sky, and the flames behind him dyed the night sky bright red.

As his figure got closer and closer, the dense rain of arrows seemed to be dissipated by an invisible force.

The elves raised their heads and looked up at the descending dragon. There was awe and a little surprise in their eyes. They saw Ashdaron coming like the god of death. At the same time, they also saw another incredible thing. Valkia turned around in the dragon’s swooping, showing an incredible intention to retreat.

Valkia was a natural warrior, but she was not just a reckless man who relied on brute force. She was rational and good at strategy. Although she did not feel a direct threat from the attacker, the voice that emerged from the depths of her soul pierced her consciousness like a thorn, contrary to her intuition. She had no reason not to run.

However, her retreat did not go smoothly. She was delayed by the extremely threatening arrows, forcing her to spare energy for defense.

The red dragon behind her closed the distance quickly with its amazing diving speed. She turned her head and glanced, realizing that she could not completely get rid of the pursuit, and decisively turned around to prepare to meet the enemy.

Daquus did not hold the silver scepter in his left hand. In this ghost place, there was no need for the silver scepter to gather the wind of magic. When Valkia turned around, he smiled at Valkia.

“Sian Westin, start!” He had an unsettling smile on his face. He was sick, and he was sick of the second-year disease.

Then, he turned into a shining Z-shaped lightning and disappeared out of thin air.

“You are electricity, you are light.”

Three seconds later, he reappeared on Ashdaron’s head. Rofix, the insidious demon shield, was now being stepped on by his boots, and his tongue was pressed so that he could not move and could not make any provocative hissing sounds, while the demon horns on Valkia’s head were tightly grasped by his left hand.

Valkia roared, scolded, and screamed in anger. Her body twisted and struggled desperately, but all her efforts were easily dissolved.

Daquus laughed loudly, and the laughter was as wild as a fisherman who caught an extremely precious catch. It was full of pride and almost crazy joy.

“How dare you…”

Valkia’s words were interrupted by her own anger and pain, and then she screamed sharply, while Daquus roared and cheered. He stood on the red dragon’s head, facing the night wind, and his voice was mixed with laughter and roars, spreading across the battlefield, overlapping with Valkia’s voice, until it overwhelmed Valkia.

“What did you bring back?” With the violent sound of flapping wings, Ashdaron’s roar echoed in the air, full of anxiety and fear. His huge body hovered in the air, and the dragon’s eyes burned with unconcealable anger.

What responded to him was Darkus’ almost maniacal laughter, which pierced the air with an undisguised joy and complacency.

“We need more money!” Ashdalon roared again, his voice shaking the entire battlefield.

“No problem! No problem!! No problem!!!” Darkus’ laughter became even more unbridled, “Let’s go!”

On the ground, Kou Lan stood quietly, his eyes calm but profound, watching everything. He looked at Darkus’ maniacal laughter, looked at Valkia’s figure struggling in the sky, and then lowered his eyes to the ground. He saw parts falling continuously, metal fragments and limbs shining with dark red light scattered around him, and the cold metal tip of the magic gun hit the snow not far from him.

“what happened?”

“What’s going on?”

Even the Black Guards, who are known for their ruthlessness and discipline, couldn’t help but whisper. Their faces were full of shock. Originally, they thought that Coran’s defeat was a foregone conclusion, but the demon suddenly fled the battlefield, and along with a wave of With lightning-like light, the terrifying existence turned into broken parts and became a trophy in the hands of the Witch King.

“Black Guards! Gather around me!”

Coran’s firm and majestic voice resounded throughout the battlefield, and his orders were like iron laws, quickly calming the chaotic battlefield.

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The Black Guards immediately took action, gave up their discussion a moment ago, and quickly and neatly gathered around the captain. They formed a tight battle formation with cold and efficient movements, and their sonorous steps echoed on the blood-stained land, launching a fierce counterattack against the Chaos army.

Coran felt his blood boiling in his body. He was one of the few people who knew what had just happened. In those short three seconds, he witnessed Valkia being defeated by Darkus.

“Nagaroth will never belong to these beasts! They thirst for blood, so give it to them! Drown them with their own blood! For Naggaroth! For Malekith! For Darkus!” Coran’s Roaring like thunder, he raised his halberd, and his sharp voice inspired the soul of every Druchi

The words of encouragement were like a torch that ignited the fighting spirit, completely igniting the fighting passion in the hearts of the Druch soldiers. Although they still don’t fully understand what just happened, this does not prevent them from uniting and moving forward with their heads held high. Their neat line was like a sharp sword blade, thrusting straight into the center of the Chaos wave. Every step carried irresistible power, struggling to repel the Chaos offensive.

“What… happened just now?” It wasn’t until Ashdalon flew away that Eltharion recovered from the shock. He looked at Carillian, his expression full of confusion and confusion, and his voice mixed with deep emotion. Deeply puzzled.

“Didn’t you see clearly?” Kerilian raised her eyebrows, and there seemed to be a hint of complexity in her eyes.

“No…” Eltharion shook his head, his voice low and slightly frustrated.

“Little one, you still have a long way to go.” Carillian sighed. She put away her usual frivolity, and there was a rare seriousness in her tone, with some kind of awe that could not be concealed.

She saw the entire process just now, which was the ultimate display of speed and power, the perfect combination of the elf’s limits and extraordinary power.

Darkus jumped out from Ashdalon’s head and turned into a bolt of lightning streaking through the air. He accurately stepped on the flying trident, approaching Valkia like a god descending. The moment he got closer, the Veszal Divine Sword was activated, and the pure white fireworks burned like the sun, illuminating the entire battlefield.

Valkia instinctively raised her demon shield to block, but she was a step too late.

In that fleeting moment, Kerillian caught a teasing smile on Darkus’ lips. That is the arrogance of having a sure victory, and the self-confidence after the ultimate display of strength.

With a deafening explosion, Darkus swung the divine sword, Valkia’s arm holding the magic spear was broken in response, and blood spurted out. Without any pause, he rotated his wrist to adjust the edge of the sword, aiming directly at the connection between Valkia’s wings and back. The pure white fireworks completely cut off the wings, and the huge wings fell to the ground with blazing afterburns.

The trident flew again, and Darkus stepped on it, then turned around and swung out the leg-cutting chop with all his strength. Valkia’s leg armor was shattered, her thighs separated in response, and her calves and hoofed feet swirled in the air and fell.

This strike was precise and fierce, with no unnecessary movement.

But Darkus did not stop, turning around and completely peeling off the demon shield and Valkia’s arm. The moment the Demon Shield was released, he completed another almost impossible action. He stepped on the trident to complete a second leap, and kicked the Demon Shield to Ashdalon’s head with force.

The movements are like flowing clouds and flowing water, as smooth as art.

After completing his magnificent performance, Darkus did not forget to grab the devil horn on Valkia’s head and drag her back.

In just three seconds, several difficult movements and precise attacks were completed. This series of movements not only demonstrated unimaginable personal power, but also injected shocking fantasy and science fiction elements into this fantasy world.

Fantasy: Sword flying.

Science Fiction: A rhythm accurate to milliseconds, Si An Wei Stan stops.

Carillian sighed softly, complex emotions flowing in her eyes. She looked at Elsharion standing aside, his young face full of confusion and confusion.

“He… you should understand his past. All his achievements today are what he deserves. Every step he takes is down-to-earth. It is not a blessing from fate or a fluke, but a sacrifice that is unimaginable by ordinary people. The price.” Kerilian shook her head slightly, with a hint of approval in her tone.

She paused, and her eyes became sharper. “If you want to become strong, you must rely not on fantasy but on action. Let’s go and leave here. I will take you to find some enemies that are suitable for you at the moment.” Her The voice carried some undoubted power, seeming to awaken Elsharion from his daze.

“Stop howling! It’s like howling in mourning, what? Your husband is dead?” Darkus shouted violently, and without stopping, he punched Valkia directly in the face, the wind of the fist roaring. , with thunderous power. Valkia’s head tilted slightly, but he did not let go of Valkia, and then he punched the farmer three times. He turned around and stepped on the shield hard, crushing Luofix’s tongue, “And You! Be quiet!”

“I’m… not clean anymore!” Ashdalon whimpered softly, his huge dragon pupils filled with grievances.

“Then fly quickly!” Darkus waved his hand with a hint of joking in his tone, and then punched Valkia again. He liked this feeling, holding Valkia like a boxing target, making a crackling sound. He knew that he was losing his temper now and was affected by Valkia’s aura, but he didn’t care, he had never seen anything.

“You know who I am, kill me!”

“Yes, Blood Queen, Valkyrie, Glorybringer, Blood God’s Sword Girl, Khorne’s… Dread Queen, right?” Darkus sneered, with a mixture of teasing and disdain in his eyes, He deliberately stretched his voice, and his tone was full of indifference and ridicule.

Ashdalon flew very fast, his wings constantly flapping, and his movements were extremely fast, obviously he was serious about it. He could feel the liquid sliding on his head, and he was really uncomfortable with what was on his head, so much so that before the conversation between Darkus and Valkia started, he landed next to the big urn.

“You should wash your hair.” Darkus looked down at his boots stained with black blood and kicked the demon shield to the ground. Then, he grabbed Valkia’s twisted devil horns, jumped down, and landed firmly on the ground.

The giant snake in the big urn felt a presence that could not be ignored as early as the moment Ashdalon arrived. Its huge body ignored the cold and slowly poked its head out of the big urn. Scarlet eyes were fixed on the trophy in Darkeus’ hand, and Nobuko kept vomiting, showing extreme desire and urgency.

“So, do you know who I am?”

Darkus’s voice was low and strange, as if coming from the underworld. This is not a statement, but a question. He held Valkia’s devil horns and pulled Valkia’s head in front of him, nose to nose. His gaze was like a sharp blade, piercing into the depths of Valkia’s soul.

Valkia, the blood queen who had never known fear, had a rare look of fear in her eyes. She seemed to be vaguely aware of some irresistible force, a word that had never bothered her: fear, hitting the depths of her consciousness like a heavy hammer at this moment. She didn’t dare to look directly into Darkeus’s eyes that were full of laughter and coldness.

“Say my name!”

The words came with a low purr, unmistakable and strangely alluring.

“Say my name!”

“I… don’t know…” Valkia closed her eyes tightly and twisted her body, with suppressed pain in her voice.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, this will be the last sentence you blurt out. Open your eyes, be strong, be brave, and make your death meaningful. Who am I?” A cold smile appeared on the corner of Darkus’s mouth. , the voice was full of ridicule.

“Darkus!”

Valkia opened her eyes suddenly, and stared at Darkus with her eyes burning with angry flames. Her voice became deeper, mixed with the pungent smell of sulfur and the fishy smell of copper.

“Darkus! Darkus!!”

Her voice gradually rose, and the shouts resounded around her, getting louder and shriller.

“I am your misfortune!” Darkus laughed, his voice full of disdain and pride. He stepped up the steps steadily, as if he was about to enter a grand ceremony. His laughter was thunderous and his words were cold and bone-chilling.

“You will be my gift to Sotek…” He stopped in front of the giant snake, looked down at Valkia, and his voice turned low and long. Immediately, he chanted in Norse language, “Lil Venn.”

In the Norse language, “Lill Venn” means “little one”. When the words came out of his mouth, it was more like a cold mockery.

After saying that, he loosened his grip on the devil’s horns.

The giant snake couldn’t wait any longer. It opened its big mouth that could swallow everything, and swept Valkia into it. The terrifying figure disappeared into the giant snake’s throat along with its scarlet tongue.

There is no doubt that Valkia is the best gift for Sotek. It is suitable for Sotek now and will not undermine Sotek.

Strictly speaking, Valkia is not a great demon, nor a demon prince, but a Chaos Warrior, a Chaos Warrior who can constantly resurrect Khorne, a Chaos Warrior who is difficult to define.

The essence of the serpent devouring Valkia is: Sotek devoured the power of Khorne.

Otherwise, what is the meaning of Sotek’s existence?

Darkius wanted to see if Valkia, who was devoured by Sotek, could be resurrected. Would she be resurrected tomorrow, or would she still not be resurrected after a hundred years? However, looking at that somewhat anxious reaction, tut tut tut…

That’s tough!

If his experiment succeeded…

Darkius: Hehe.

Sotek: Hehe.

Lizardmen: Hehe.

Chaos Gods and Horned Rat: No hehe.

Darkius smiled and looked at the giant snake with the eyes of an old father. He watched Valkia’s body struggling and wriggling in the giant snake until it completely disappeared. He had an illusion… It seemed that the giant snake that devoured Valkia had changed, changed… He couldn’t say it, anyway, it had changed! What had changed, he didn’t know.

After the giant snake devoured Valkia, it did not curl up and fall asleep as usual. Instead, it lowered its huge head, spit out its scarlet tongue, and gently nudged Darkius with its head affectionately, as if to express gratitude. Then, it tried to adjust Dacus’s sight and let Dacus look at the Demon Shield beside him.

The Demon Shield was in a very embarrassing state at this time.

Ashdaron, who had turned into a human form, was shaking his head and cursing something, while kicking the Demon Shield with his feet, just like when he was the server in Chapeiuto, tirelessly venting his anger. Not far away, Kaledel crossed his arms and watched the scene with a smile, without any intention of dissuading him, and even showed a little gloating.

“Sorry… it can’t! Don’t worry, there are still many, many next!”

The giant snake didn’t say anything, and it wouldn’t say anything. It would be better if it could say something. It tilted its head and looked at Dacus with a complicated and disappointed look, as if sighing that this “gift” did not fully meet its expectations.

Then, it lowered its huge head again and rubbed Dacus, as if to thank Dacus for the “offering”. Then, it no longer paid attention to the Demon Shield, nor to other people, but slowly retracted into the jar, coiled itself into a huge circle, and quietly closed its eyes.

Daquus leaned on the jar, folded his arms, and watched Ashdaron playing with the Demon Shield with a smile. Originally, he wanted to feed the Demon Shield to the giant snake, after all, the Demon Shield sealed a Slaanesh prince, otherwise how could it be said to be buy one get one free.

However, now he has a new idea. The Demon Shield is very powerful. In Valkia’s hands, it can reflect targeted attack magic, just like the warlock releases a lightning or fireball spell to Valkia, and the Demon Shield can bounce the spell back.

But he is not going to use it, but to worship this thing and place it in an airtight secret room, such as somewhere in the Temple of Asuryan.

As some kind of trial?

Let the elves broaden their horizons, open their eyes, and feel the temptation of the devil?

After all, it is better to take the initiative than to come to the door passively, isn’t it? (End of this chapter)