Just being a dark elf in Warhammer - Chapter 857

Celire was stunned when he turned the corner. He saw the scene he least wanted to see. It was the scene he tried so hard to forget, but it always reappeared when he woke up from his dream. The past that was buried deep in his memory now surged like a tide, drowning his thoughts. His hands involuntarily clenched the weapon, and his knuckles turned white due to the force.

Then, he turned his head to look at Baine beside him. Baine felt his gaze and turned his head. The two of them met for a moment, and Baine showed a bitter smile, as if responding to something silently. Then, they all turned their heads and looked at Talos in the second row. At the moment of eye contact, Talos gave them a smile that was uglier than crying, and his face was full of complicated emotions.

The three of them looked at Vakaan, or more precisely, the disc under Vakaan’s feet. There was nothing special about Vakaan himself, just an ordinary chaos sorcerer, but the disc evoked their common memories. This memory was not pleasant, but it was as deep as if engraved in the bones. It was the disk they had ridden, carrying the past that could not be looked back.

“What are they doing?” Athlin frowned and asked in a low voice. There was a bit of doubt in his voice, but also a hint of nervousness.

Athlin and Karaona were lovers, and then he became a wild cavalryman, but he broke his oath to sever all worldly ties, adhered to his love with Karaona, and even revealed the sacred secrets of the cult to Karaona. Kurnos punished his betrayal in a cruel way. He was cursed to turn into a strong stag, and finally fell under Karaona’s arrow and became the prey of his lover.

At that time, Karaona did not realize that the prey she was chasing was Athlin, who loved her deeply. (The plot of the four little strong hunters in Hammer 2)

Of course, that happened in the timeline without Dacus. Now, Athlin is still the infatuated warrior, but he is wearing black armor, riding a cold lizard, and transformed into a fear knight.

Unfortunately, when Dacus was in Lustria, he didn’t take Karona and Athlin to the Emerald Pool. After all, it was the holy land of the Lizardmen, and he didn’t have a real achievement system, let alone standing in front of the pool like a charlatan, talking about things in another timeline.

“There seems to be some kind of… disagreement between them?”

“Maybe they are doing team building?”

Darkius said casually after turning the corner. He patted the big guy’s head, then lay down and lazily leaned on the big guy’s back, as if watching an insignificant drama. Not far away, a fire demon suddenly burst out, burning the air and distorting it. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, as if he was pleased by the chaos that was about to happen. He narrowed his eyes and sighed softly, “The good show has begun.”

“I thought they found us.”

“You seem…”

“Hmm?” Hemara snorted coldly, with a hint of impatience in her voice. She was confident in her magical attainments. She didn’t think that the group of barbarians would discover her magic at such a distance.

Seeing that Dacus did not show any intention of launching an attack, the members of the team began to talk in a low voice. The low voices sounded particularly harsh in the tense atmosphere, like a whisper before a battle.

“Chaos Lord? The Chosen One?” Dacus’s eyes never left the front. He stared at Urbar who slowly walked out of the flames of the fire demon. This figure exuded a powerful pressure. He swept his eyes around again and carefully observed the opponent’s lineup. After a moment, he had already made a judgment in his heart. In addition to the Chaos Lord, there were two Chaos Warlocks and a fanatic.

However, there seemed to be some kind of opposition between the two Chaos Warlocks. The two sides fought and wanted to kill each other.

When the chaotic looters emerged from the other corner of the street, he seemed to predict something. What was blocking him should be a war gang?

Chaos Warriors and Chaos Demons are two systems. Chaos Demons are the products directly shaped by the Chaos Gods, while Chaos Warriors are the extreme evolution of humans in the northern wilderness.

The barbarians living in the north are more susceptible to the power of chaos than ordinary humans because of the environment. They have a talent for killing and pursue glory, power and immortality under the revelation of the four Chaos Gods. This pursuit not only corrodes their minds, but also profoundly changes their bodies.

Thus, Chaos Warriors were born.

Once they take the oath, these warriors say goodbye to the life needs of mortals. They no longer need food or sleep, but are nourished by the killings they create. They despise the weak and cowardly and will not show mercy to such enemies.

In some elite Chaos warbands, Chaos Warriors will form special units and only participate in the most difficult battles. Their figures are the most terrifying existence on the battlefield: shouting the war cry of killing, wielding bloody weapons, and their armor is always splattered with blood after the battle. For them, only slaughter can bring a moment of peace, and only through endless killing can they give themselves a new meaning of existence.

And this group of Chaos Warriors is like raising Gu, some of them have won the favor of the Chaos Gods with their extraordinary achievements and crimes. The bodies of these chosen ones are surging with unclean power, and the gifts of the gods make them more powerful and more dangerous. Every time they kill, they bring a noble sacrifice to Chaos in exchange for greater power.

In addition, Chaos Warriors and Chosen Ones are divided into Chaos Undivided, who follow all Chaos Gods at the same time, and walk on a dangerous tightrope. The other part is focused on being loyal to a certain Chaos God, and follows his will with all their might. This single-minded belief often brings deeper corruption and gives them more unique power.

The Chosen Ones of Slaanesh can play the whip to perfection; the Chosen Ones of Tzeentch are smart warriors, known for their swiftness and meticulousness, so that their enemies often feel that every possible outcome in the battle is as if it was planned before the battle.

Now, the Tzeentch warband in front of Daxus is led by the Chaos Lord, and under him are the Chosen Ones and Chaos Warriors. These warriors are Chaos Knights when they ride on horses. Just like Byne, when he fights with a halberd, he is a Black Guard, and when he rides on a Cold Lizard, he is a Dread Knight…

But this warband is not strong enough to produce Tzeentch Doom Knights.

Dacus is now in a bad state. He is not in a hurry at all. He even gave up the idea of ​​taking the raid ship to raid the Tower of Prophecy. He has no idea of ​​fighting Chaos Knights now. In his opinion, Chaos Knights are not Blood Knights or Wild Riders. Chaos Knights do not have the uniqueness of missing this village and never seeing it again.

If Vlad did not attack Altdorf when he was in Altdorf, if Vlad went a few days later, he would not have met the Blood Dragon Knights and the Dunkenhof Templar Knights. Unless he went to find Vlad specifically, he would really be gone after that window. Chaos Knights are in large numbers, and he will have many more dealings with Chaos Gods in the future.

“Worthless.” Dacus made a ruthless judgment after observing for a while, muttering coldly. He turned his head and said to Aris in the second row, “In a moment, kill the idiot riding on the disc.” Before Aris could react, he looked at Talos again, “Kill the fanatic holding the skull.”

“I’ll take care of the biggest one, and keep the Chaos Lord if possible.” After assigning specific tasks, he made the final instructions under the eyes of everyone.

After the order was issued, the battlefield fell into a brief stagnation, and everything was brewing some kind of chaos that was about to break out. The fog surrounding the Dread Knights disappeared, and the horn sounded suddenly, with a sharp tone cutting through the air. Amid the roar of the big guy, the Dread Knights launched a charge.

The black armor exuded a cold light in the dim light, and the cold lizard roared and stomped on the ground, raising snow and gravel. The neat array of knights was like an unstoppable torrent, rushing straight towards the Chaos War Gang that had not yet recovered from the battle in the last second.

“Dismount, form a formation!” Urbar stood in front, holding up the Blade of Change, trying to stabilize the formation. However, before the order was delivered, a blazing and thick lightning shot towards him. The lightning came so fast that he didn’t even have time to dodge, and it hit his body accurately.

Although it was called lightning, the power of this attack was no less than that of a direct shot from an energy cannon.

The lightning was everywhere, and he was hit hard by this sudden attack. During the flight, his body was steaming, and the armor given to him by Tzeentch fell into pieces. Then he hit the ground heavily, and the armor on the verge of breaking made a harsh cracking sound under the impact.

Before the Chaos Warriors could react, the second row of Dread Knights had already started shooting, just like that night in Altdorf, but fortunately the distance was close enough, so close that they didn’t have to stand up.

The bows of different lengths were flexibly turned in the hands of the members of the Cloud Walker family, and the arrows cut through the air and shot at the enemy with cold murderous intent. Talos fired three arrows in a row, long-pressed the like button, and pointed directly at the fanatic. The burning spark arrows accurately penetrated the target’s magic defense, and the skull fell from the fanatic’s hand and rolled to the ground. The next moment, it was crushed by the cold lizard that rushed over.

Vakaan in the distance was just about to maneuver and counterattack, but he was suddenly shocked. He looked down at his throat and saw an arrow deeply inserted into it, piercing his trachea and flesh. His eyes were filled with incredible shock and anger, and then his whole body fell from the disc and hit the ground heavily.

Aris, who was originally preparing to shoot the second arrow, paused for a moment. He noticed that the disc under Vakaan’s feet had changed the moment Vakaan fell to the ground. The disc twisted and trembled, and finally turned into a demonic existence, an existence he could not describe, with a hideous face and an ominous aura. Just as he was about to aim again, something happened that surprised him. The demon did not attack the team, but turned around and pounced on the fallen Vakaan.

The Screaming Shark, freed from its restraints, roared and bit Vakaan’s body with its sharp teeth, responding to Vakaan’s enslavement with anger. Vakaan struggled desperately, but was powerless under its attack. Blood splattered and screams echoed on the battlefield.

Darkius watched all this calmly. He did not take out the Silver Scepter, but tightly grasped the trident in his hand. In Gorond, there was no need for a scepter at all. After all, the Chaos Spawn could maintain its shape.

The Chaos Spawn let out a low roar, mixed with the hunger and anger of a beast. Its huge body trembled slightly, as if it was accumulating energy and preparing to launch a devastating impact. However, at the moment when this violent outburst was about to break out, Darkius’s wrist moved slightly, and the trident drew a perfect arc, and was thrown out with a sharp whirlwind.

The tip of the trident flashed a cold silver light in the night sky, like a messenger of death, piercing the body of the Chaos Spawn without any hindrance. The roar of the monster stopped abruptly, and the twisted body shook violently, nailed firmly in place by the powerful force.

But this was just the beginning.

Almost at the same time, Dacus jumped up from the saddle. His movements were as swift as the wind, and he disappeared into the air in an instant. The next second, he appeared beside the Chaos Spawn. His speed was so fast that the monster still made a dull roar and did not notice the existence of Dacus at all, let alone use those deformed tentacles to fight back.

After landing steadily on the ground, he quickly adjusted his posture, with his left leg forward and his right foot behind, forming a stable attack posture. Vizar was held tightly in his hand. The moment the magic sword was activated, the sword body emitted a dazzling brilliance, extending forward, trembling slightly with his breathing, ready to go.

He leaned forward slightly, and his right leg gradually flexed and extended, with a calm and precise posture. He adjusted his body’s center of gravity, with an elegant killing intent in his movements. When his left leg was at a right angle, he suddenly stepped forward with force. His movements were clean and neat, without any extra hesitation, and he rushed forward like an arrow from a bow.

Cutting to the left, the sword directly cut the thick shell of the Chaos Egg from the flesh inside, blood and black mucus gushed out, and the monster’s body was split open.

However, this was only the first sword.

Before the cut tissue made a harsh cracking sound, he flipped his wrist lightly, and the sword blade of the sword cut to the left. The monster’s cut body split again, and the originally huge body was almost dismembered into four parts at this moment. The blood and debris solidified in the air, with an absurd beauty of destruction.

And he posed a perfect pose, with his left leg retracted, his body slightly leaning back, his right hand holding Vizar high, the sword blade pointing to the sky, and the whole person posed in an elegant and killing posture.

Everything happened so fast that most of the people present didn’t even have time to see it clearly. The only thing they could catch was the Chaos Spawn falling apart under Dacus’s sword and the bloody smell in the air, while a few people only caught a few afterimages.

It’s a bit of a joke that Dacus is still struggling to deal with a Chaos Spawn now. The divine armor and the divine sword are in vain, and Elsin Alvin has gone in vain. Holding the divine sword composed of the hilt of the ancient saint and the blade blessed by the elves, if you can’t cut down a Chaos Spawn, then there’s no need to come out and mess around. Destroy it quickly and don’t see it in the next era. It’s embarrassing.

After completing this series of actions, Dacus jumped up lightly, like a flash of lightning across the night sky. He adjusted his body slightly in the air and landed steadily on the back of the big guy.

The next second, a collision occurred.

The charge of the Dread Knights and the counterattack of the Chaos Warriors collided at this moment, and the entire street was completely shaken by an invisible shock wave. The dull vibration spread along the stone road, and even the earth was shaking. The air was filled with the stench of Deha, the smell of rust and blood, making it almost impossible to breathe.

The cold lizards let out a low roar, and their huge bodies crashed into the enemy like a moving boulder. The various long weapons in the hands of the Dread Knights pointed straight ahead, and the tip of each weapon was shining coldly under the double moon, like a death sentence prepared for the enemy.

Although they were still a step slower and the formation was not formed, the Chaos Warriors did not retreat. They were wearing heavy armor, holding huge battle axes or other weapons, and charged forward. Their roars were like the roars of wild beasts, full of fanatical murderous intent. They vowed to sacrifice their souls in this battle in exchange for glory and immortality.

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The long weapons pierced into the Chaos Warriors’ armor, the tips penetrated through the armor, and pierced into the enemy’s body with blood, while some were bounced off the heavy metal plates, making a sharp metal collision sound.

The cold lizards bit and swung with their front claws, knocking several Chaos Warriors several meters away, and the hard stone slabs were smashed into pieces. Some cold lizards were hit in the side by the Chaos Warriors’ battle axes, and the armor plates of the lizard armor flew, and blood splashed on the ground. But they did not make a painful hiss, but roared furiously, attacking the existence that dared to attack them with more violent means.

Aspern, who was known as the “Lucky One”, loosened the cross spear in his hand and avoided the fatal blow, but he was still hit by the swept axe handle, and the whole person fell off the mount, screaming and falling heavily to the ground.

The Chosen One took advantage of the situation, raised the battle axe high, and the axe blade fell like thunder. Just as the axe blade was about to chop down, an arrow shot from a distance and pierced his visor accurately, causing his body to suddenly stiffen. However, he did not fall to the ground with a bang. Blessed by Tzeentch, he still stood. But he missed the opportunity to attack. Aspern, who had specially trained, moved in a strange posture and escaped from the attack range, as if possessed by an evil spirit.

Celile, who had stabbed a Chaos Warrior to death, almost laughed when he heard the familiar scream. With a distorted expression, he turned his body, and at the moment when the flashlight was activated, the tip of the halberd pierced into the hole next to him that had not been filled with foreign objects.

Just as the vision of the Chosen One fell into darkness, he heard a ding!

Ding!

The plug-in of our Lord Tzeentch is in place!

He became the protagonist of the story! He will write a story that is worth singing and crying…

No, that was the sound of arrows hitting the halberds and bouncing off. Not only Chaos Warriors are good at killing, but the elves are also good at it, and they have full cooperation. In addition to these, there are also various buffing spells.

The sound of metal colliding came one after another, spears and battle axes intertwined, leaf hammers and giant swords tore each other, and sparks flickered in the dark. Every collision of weapons was accompanied by a tooth-grinding friction sound and a deafening roar. The Dread Knights were cold and precise, and every attack was as elegant as art, while the Chaos Warriors were wild and wild, and every attack carried the power of destruction.

The streets became a chaotic meat grinder. Those who fought this time, plus those who fought last time, were also crushed by the cold lizards.

The Dread Knights wielded their weapons while suppressing the enemy with the power of their mounts, while the Chaos Warriors responded to every attack with a violent counterattack. A Dread Knight pierced a Chaos Warrior’s chest with his spear. When he was about to pull back the blade, another Chaos Warrior’s giant sword swept over and knocked him to the ground with his spear.

Blood splattered, staining every stone slab on the street red.

Arrows flew on the battlefield. At close range, the arrows shot by the Wind Shadow Hunter and the Forest Fury were fatal. Every shot could take a life.

Chaos Warriors wielded heavy weapons and even grabbed the head of the Cold Lizard with both hands and forced the Cold Lizard’s huge mouth down. However, the sound of broken bones did not sound on the battlefield. They underestimated the power of the Cold Lizard and the existence on its back.

The noise of the battle gradually reached a climax. A Chosen One raised his halberd high and rushed towards Daquus with a roar.

Daquus, who had noticed it long ago, just slightly turned sideways, stretched out his left hand like lightning, and grasped the shaft of the halberd to prevent the Chosen One from pulling it back. He stared at the other person coldly, then pulled his foot out of the stirrup and kicked the Chosen One in the face. This blow did not cause any damage. He was not so outrageous that he could kick a person to death with one kick. Maybe? It’s just that he can’t use his waist and abdomen to exert force now?

But none of this matters. What matters is that this blow is very insulting. Then, he kicked twice more.

After the Chosen One was kicked three times, a roar sounded from the helmet that bounced back, and then nothing happened. The sword sank into his left rib, piercing through his armor and flesh. When the sword appeared on his right shoulder, his roar stopped abruptly, his body separated, his hands holding the halberd lost their strength, and the huge, broken body slowly knelt on the ground.

The battle continued, but the victory or defeat was decided the moment the Dread Knights tore through the Chaos Warband’s formation, and the moment Urbar flew out. They completely turned this chaos into a bloody slaughterhouse, declaring who was the real master of the battlefield.

As the last Chosen One was shot by Talos and fell to the ground, the battle finally ended.

The Dread Knights looked around the battlefield for a moment, and after confirming that there were no more remaining enemies, they put down their weapons and exchanged tacit glances with each other. The air was filled with the smell of blood and burning gunpowder, and the streets were dyed red, telling the bloody storm that had just ended.

Daxus slowly walked towards the fallen Urbar. At this time, the Chaos Lord was dying, and his chest was rising and falling violently, like a dying beast. He lowered his head slightly and stared coldly. Urbar didn’t seem to have woken up completely, but for him, this was not important. He had neither the interest nor the time to do anything, such as waking Urbar up, giving him a cigarette before death, asking where he was from, how many people were in his family, what he used to do, and what his last wishes were.

He was talkative and liked to nag like those traditional villains, but it depended on who the other party was. If the other party was Vlad, he would be willing to nag a few words.

He was very straightforward. He raised his sword and cut off Urbar’s arm holding the Blade of Change.

The severe pain made the Chaos Lord’s body tremble suddenly. He finally woke up from his coma and let out a low roar.

However, he did not stop, and then cut off Urbar’s other arm neatly. Urbar roared and struggled violently on the ground. Blood gushed out from the broken arm and soaked the surrounding land. But he didn’t care about Urbar’s pain at all, and didn’t even give him a glance. He turned and left, walking towards the big guy standing aside and shaking his tail.

As Daxus waved his hand gently, the big guy let out a low roar, and the cold lizards who were eating stopped eating and made way for a passage.

There was a creaking sound in the distance, and a Scourge Chariot slowly drove over.

After the chariot stopped, three trainers quickly jumped off, two holding huge forks and the other carrying heavy chains.

There is no doubt that the trainers are good at catching. They silently and skillfully divided the work and held down Urbar’s struggling body. The trainer holding the fork pressed Urbar’s throat tightly, and the other quickly put the chain on Urbar’s ankle.

The Chaos Lord was still roaring, but his broken arms made his struggle seem even weaker. After a moment, the trainers locked him tightly and dragged his body step by step towards the chariot. The chain made a harsh friction sound on the ground, and his blood left a winding trail along the way.

The elves watched the embarrassed Chaos Lord disappear at the corner of the street, and at the moment when Urbar was completely dragged away, Daquus waved his hand in a friendly manner, as if he was bidding farewell to an old friend.

After turning around, Dacus’s expression suddenly turned grim. He clenched his fists, raised them high, placed them in front of his chest, and then gently shook his fists at Baine.

“Supreme value!” Baine, knowing what Dacus was saying, grinned. His voice was low, but with a fanaticism that could not be ignored.

On the dark streets, the smell of blood and destruction had not yet dissipated. Just as the team was about to set off for the Tower of Prophecy, the ground shook violently. (End of this chapter)