Just being a dark elf in Warhammer - Chapter 858

‘Where there is resistance, Tzarek will turn it into submission. Where there is faith in the false pantheon of the Imperium, he will obey the Lord of Change. As long as one of our enemies is still alive, our great warmaster will find him and the change of death will befall him’ – ‘The Rise of Tzarek’

Tzarek is one of the greatest champions of the Lord of Change. His rise is similar to that of many other Chaos Chosen. After being chosen by the Lord of Change to lead the tribes of the North in his name, he began to conquer and defeat all the tribes he could reach.

Because of Tzeentch’s relationship with Nurgle, his opponent was naturally the leader of Nurgle’s legions. When his legions were finally strong enough to compete with his opponents, the two armies fought a decisive battle in the Chaos Wastes.

The conflict was fierce enough to pile up a mountain of corpses. On the top of this mountain of corpses, Tzarek fought a fierce battle with Nurgle’s champion. In the fierce battle, he defeated his stubborn opponent and threw him down the bloody hillside.

In the moment of victory, Thalzak was imbued with the power of the Lord of Change, becoming the Lord of Change’s ultimate Chaos Champion.

As the Lord of Change’s Champion, he was more cunning than many of his predecessors, and his strategy was based on psychological warfare and attacks on civilians to weaken enemy morale, disrupt supply lines, and conceal his true intentions.

Corrupt the strong, destroy the weak, and sow fear on the battlefield until resistance collapses. Lurk and raid, launch random attacks, and plunder farms and villages without warning, leaving only enough survivors to spread panic. In cities and towns, he excels at using hidden servants to twist the human mind, establish Chaos cults, and more.

But… everything in Naggaroth seemed to conflict with Thalzak, as if it was fate.

For Thalzak, this day seemed to last for centuries. His legions were destroyed, and most of his warriors either fell to the hot breath of dragons or fell victim to the iron hoofs of the Dread Knights. As for himself, he was covered in wounds because of helping Morathi fight the spells outside the city. For a moment, he almost went to the Crystal Labyrinth to meet the master he served.

But it was not all bad news.

He finally got the legendary Soul Dagger from Morathi, and Urbar’s warband had not been destroyed and had relatively intactly withdrawn to the city. Although these two pieces of news had supported all the highlights of his bad day, the highlights were pitifully few, like trying to illuminate the world with a lantern in the night sky.

As time passed, as the battle spread to the city of Gorond, this bit of good news soon became history.

Urbar’s warband was completely destroyed, and even Urbar himself was captured alive, and now he was on his way to be sacrificed to Sotek.

There was no prophecy page from the “Mirror of Eternity” at all. The destruction of the warband was not important to him. He would not be heartbroken. He didn’t care about these things. The warband fought hard to buy him time, and he did use this time to get things done and open the maze ladder.

However, things that are too perfect always have a strong smell of conspiracy. As a member of the Tzeentch family, he tried to avoid it, but he was still fooled in the end.

How could Morathi hand him the real soul dagger?

Anasara can imitate the soul dagger, so there is no reason why Morathi can’t. Moreover, Morathi’s attainments in this regard are higher than Anasara, so high that it is almost indistinguishable from the real thing, so high that Chaerzak actually believed it, so high that he thought the soul dagger in his hand was real, and it was genuine.

Then, without suspense, it exploded…

His left hand and the staff were blown into slag, and the shoulder armor and pendant flew to an unknown dimension, as if the entire left half of his body was hit by an annihilation cannon and completely evaporated in this world. Even the echo of the explosion was mocking…

Dakwus knew nothing about this. He didn’t know what happened before, nor did he know who Chaerzak was, but this did not prevent him from opening one stone after another with an almost persistent enthusiasm as a rescuer.

After all, he was a warm-hearted elf, a hospitable Druki, a Druki who was bound to let outsiders who came to Naggaroth experience the customs and hospitality of Naggaroth.

He did this not because of kindness and generosity, but because he had no interest in doing so, because he saw the right hand of Chaerzak.

A very strange right hand, or a very strange appendage. The right hand was normal, with the basic structure of humans, but the abnormal thing was that a sickle-like insect limb grew on the arm, with clear bones and flesh, natural lines, black and sharp, as if it was a malicious masterpiece of some parasitic creature, as if it was ready to harvest souls at any time, and even a little beautiful?

The elves riding on the backs of the cold lizards had already dismounted at this time, and they had a clear division of labor: some people drew their bows, or aimed at Chaerzak who was still unconscious, or observed the surrounding situation and were responsible for vigilance. The other part held weapons or simply dug stones with their hands, while not forgetting to look at the buried strange guy, thinking about why this guy could arouse Daquus’s great interest.

“Look at this right hand, it’s simply a standard accessory for a demon prince! Maybe he will be promoted soon. If not, he will at least be a very high-level Chosen One, no less than the one who could fly in the sky last night.”

Darkus was very interested and his curiosity was greatly satisfied. He turned over the stones and explained to the elves beside him with excitement. There was an almost academic rigor in his tone, mixed with the pleasure of pure gossip.

When Darkus blurted out the words “Demon Prince’s standard accessories”, the elves all moved in unison, and then invariably stared at Charzak’s right hand.

There is nothing missing in the city of Golond now, except for existences such as divine choices and champions. Before entering the city, he made arrangements for some animal trainers to hold capture tools and drive chariots behind each breakthrough team. Moreover, he also carried forward the spirit of Keshen, airdropped a warrant, and moved the large urn containing the giant snake forward to the bottom of Golond’s city.

“Pry this rock apart and I’ll perform a minor surgery on him.”

Darkus completely ignored the expressions of shock, suspicion, and confusion around him, and directed Baine and Selire, who were using their halberds to pry open the stone, to pry open the stone pressing on Charzak’s right hand. With a serious look on his face, he took out the extra-large scalpel and activated it, as if he was about to perform a small operation that would make people cry.

Baine and Selile stopped their movements, looked at each other in confusion, then took a deep breath of cold air and stuck the halberd in the rock’s lever position. When everything was ready, they looked at each other again, nodded, and the stone was pried open.

The moment the stone was pried open, Darkus took action decisively, just like the butcher in a horror movie who raised his kitchen knife to chop the meat on the cutting board. With the knife raised and lowered, a small surgical operation was completed. Applying surgical membranes, incision, cutting, ligation, flushing, suturing… Veszal’s divine power completed all of this in just one second, with breathtaking precision.

The only drawback is that there is no anesthesia during the entire surgery.

So, with the completion of the amputation operation, Chalzak was in unbearable pain and suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were like fireworks from a crystal fan, making all the elves around him shiver in their hearts.

“The patient is awake, hurry up! Hold him down!” Darkus called, with excitement and a trace of illness in his tone that could be detected by the elves around him.

The divine sword disappeared from his hand and was replaced by a trident. Without a silver ring around his neck, he did not hesitate. With a thrust of Runtu, the trident went straight to Chalzak’s waist and abdomen!

Zarzak did not twist his body, but escaped from Darkus’s crotch. This did not happen, after all, Darkus was not Runtu, nor was he Yu. Blessed by Tzeentch, he was nearly two and a half meters tall, and he was pressed by rocks and elves, making it impossible to escape.

Now, he is like the Tiger whose tracks were blown off in “Saving the Soldiers”. He is surrounded by paratroopers. But unfortunately, he has become a polished commander and has no help from the infantry. There is no 20mm cannon nearby. Help him out.

Now he is completely in line with the situation: a tiger falls in peace, but unfortunately, it is not a dog that bullies him, but a group of tigers!

After seeing Charzak begin to struggle violently, Asperon was the first to react. He picked up a stone next to him and threw it at Charzak’s face without hesitation.

This kind of experience was something he had never experienced before, and he enjoyed it endlessly. After hitting it once, he started to hit the thicker horn on the left side of Chalzak’s head with rocks, and hit the large corner of Chalzak’s face that had been invaded. part, hardening it into an armor-like, immobile carapace.

This blow was solid, but it did not produce the expected effect. The stone only made a clanging sound when it hit it.

“Is it so hard?”

Asperon was stunned for half a second, and then became excited. However, no matter how hard he tried, the hardened carapace remained unmoved, and even glowed with a metallic cold light.

The roaring, frantic Chalzak began to close his mouth rhythmically, and a low roar came out of his throat, as if he was brewing some kind of terrifying spell.

Asperon is a warrior. He doesn’t know how to cast spells, but he knows what most sorcerers do when they cast spells. Immediately aware of the danger, he became an activist. He picked up a rock and smashed it directly at Chalzak’s cheek, once, twice, three times… He entered the violent mode, and his hand speed had exceeded his own limit. It reached six consecutive hits in one second.

This frequency was not his limit, but the limit of the stone. The stone in his hand was smashed into powder by him.

However, his efforts were not in vain, as Chalzak’s spellcasting was interrupted. Zarzak roared and looked directly at him, the fire in his eyes almost turning into substance.

But it is only close to it and has not really turned into reality.

“How dare you stare at me!”

Asperon trembled for a moment, and then became furious. He was so angry that he completely forgot that the other party was a Chaos Warrior who might become the Demon Prince. He roared angrily, picked up a new stone, and threw it at Charzak.

At this time, he was like a ghost, but he was not the ghost of the tiger Chalzak, but… He was immersed in the joy of smashing, every stroke was extremely precise, and every stroke was filled with anger.

Zalzak, on the other hand, fell into an unspeakable embarrassment. His roar was completely suppressed, leaving only painful wails and twisting struggles.

“It’s quite strong, hold it down!” Darkus shouted, with a bit of difficulty and a bit of excitement in his tone.

The trident successfully pierced through Chaerzak’s armor and pierced his waist and abdomen accurately. However, all this did not stop him, and his struggle became more intense. At this moment, he was like an angry wild boar, and the powerful waist and abdomen made him roll on the ground. Daquus pressed the trident tightly, but he was still shaken.

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“Guys, hold it down!” Daquus, struggling, ordered the elves again, with a tone like a butcher commanding novices in a slaughterhouse.

The elves rushed forward again, and the long weapons in their hands turned into wild boar spears, stabbing at Chaerzak’s armor one after another. After the flashlight was activated, these weapons were as sharp as butter knives, and easily pierced Chaerzak’s thick armor. Several long weapons were intertwined and pressed, completely nailing Chaerzak’s body, like a temporary fence of spears. Chaerzak was pinned to the ground, his efforts were in vain, and his struggles became more and more like a dying wild boar.

Aspern still looked excited, holding a stone in his hand, and continued to hit Chaerzak’s head conscientiously. Each hit made a crisp sound, with a strange sense of rhythm, which made people shudder, just like sharpening a knife before killing a pig.

Aris, who was in charge of vigilance, stood on the periphery, looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, and shook his head speechlessly. His heart was full of confusion and fantasy, as if he was in a dream. Was this a battlefield or some kind of absurd performance?

Everything in front of him was too absurd, too incredible and unimaginable, beyond his understanding of reality. Even if he was in a dream, he couldn’t have such an abstract and outrageous dream, but all this happened in reality, in front of him. And he was a participant! Although he didn’t do it, he was responsible for vigilance.

“Hold it down, I’ll do another small operation on him.”

Darkius’s voice interrupted Aris’s thoughts. At this moment, he was in high spirits like a chef who was about to add some decoration to the main dish. He loosened the pole of the trident and drew the sword from his waist, his eyes shining and his face full of excitement.

“Let’s do some… delicate work!”

He muttered while aiming at Charzak’s legs. Asselin next to him understood his intention and without saying a word, he nailed the spear into Charzak’s recurved, bird-claw-shaped calf.

Charzak’s struggle was even more miserable, but it could not change his fate.

Darkius’s movements were smooth, and with one cut, the whole process was like a precise ritual: applying surgical film, incision, cutting, ligation, flushing, suturing… All of this was blessed by Visza’s divine power and completed again in just one second. The calf of Charzak was cut off neatly, and even the broken end burned by the sword was as beautiful as a work of art.

“Perfect!”

Darkus admired his masterpiece and shouted with satisfaction, with an unstoppable pride on his face. At this moment, he didn’t look like he was on the battlefield at all, but like an artist who completed the annual sculpture competition. He stood in front of Charzak’s broken body and took a deep breath, as if enjoying the satisfaction after some kind of artistic creation.

However, before he could appreciate it for two more seconds, the big guy squeezed over with a clumsy step.

The big guy opened his bloody mouth and took the severed leg in one bite, chewing it together with the armor. The friction between the iron sheet and the bone sounded in the field, and the atmosphere became more absurd.

“You are too noisy.”

Darkus frowned and glanced at the big guy. Obviously, this uninvited guest completely disturbed his immersion in art. He waved his hand, trying to drive away the cold lizard like a fly, but the big guy didn’t care and was busy destroying his delicious food.

Seeing that the big guy had no intention of moving, he shook his head helplessly and his eyes fell on Aspern. Can’t push the big guy away, can’t push you away? He pushed Aspern, who was still smashing stones with great interest, away, and the blade of the sword in his hand was retracted, turning into the shape of a dagger. He bent down and pressed down on Chalzak’s head, with an unquestionable coldness in his eyes.

The moment the dagger passed, Chalzak’s chin and tongue were cut off together. The whole action was smooth and unhurried, just like a butcher who had been in a slaughterhouse for a long time was processing pig head meat.

Chalzak, who lost his chin, looked particularly pitiful. Once, those eyes that were full of leopard-like ferocity and sharpness had lost all their brilliance, leaving only confusion and dullness. He lay there like a completely disassembled machine, unable to resist, and unable to understand why he had fallen into this situation.

At this time, Kallion in the distance finally arrived late. He jumped off the chariot and swept his eyes across the messy scene. He didn’t know what happened before, but when he saw this scene, he subconsciously felt a strange sense of familiarity. His brows furrowed, and the chaos and absurdity in front of him reminded him of the days when he stayed in La Plata. At that time, the scene of him helping Dacus slaughter livestock was exactly the same as before.

“What is this? A slaughterhouse?”

He shook his head, trying to get rid of the absurd association in his mind. He didn’t ask any more questions, but just picked up the chain beside him and walked a few steps to Charzak.

After seeing the livestock to be slaughtered, he first took a breath of cold air. He followed Dacus before he became famous. He followed Dacus from north to south, from east to west, and participated in every battle. Naturally, he was well-informed. Then he skillfully wrapped the chain around the remaining leg of Charzak and tied it tightly.

As soon as the chain was tightened, the chariot started again.

Charzak’s tall body was dragged and slid on the ground like a piece of rag. His former majesty had long since disappeared, and now only a look of embarrassment remained. The chariot’s single wheel rolled over the stones, making a low creaking sound, and his body rolled on the ground, leaving a deep mark.

The chariot of the disaster walker gradually moved away, dragging Charzak’s figure smaller and smaller. And the big guy was still chewing the broken leg with relish, and the sound of crunching and creaking accompanied by the creaking of the wheels echoed in the air for a long time.

When Chaerzak’s figure completely disappeared from his sight, Dacus waved his hand again in a friendly manner, just like he said goodbye to Urbar, bidding farewell to Chaerzak, as if bidding farewell to an old friend.

After turning around, Dacus’s excitement and morbid expression disappeared without a trace, turning into a cold one. This time, he did not clench his fists, but raised them high in front of his chest… (End of this chapter)