Just being a dark elf in Warhammer - Chapter 859

“What are you thinking at this moment?” Darkus’ eyes fell on Asperon, his tone was low, with a sense of oppression that was hard to ignore.

Asperon, who was still recalling the chaos and bloodshed just now, was dazed for a moment after hearing the inquiry, but he did not fall into a daze. After feeling the gazes of the crowd, his expression returned to its usual appearance. After a moment, he opened his mouth and pointed to his cheek. Behind his cheek was his mouth, his upper teeth.

“Come forward.” Darkus narrowed his eyes, with a mocking smile on his face. He shook his head slightly, laughing and cursing in a low voice.

He knew what Asperon was expressing. If he guessed correctly, Asperon had a moving fang hidden in his mouth, which contained deadly poison and was specially reserved for suicide. As for where the fangs were hidden, he didn’t think Asperon would honestly point it out to him.

He sighed, the smile gradually disappearing from his face, replaced by a deep seriousness. He turned his head and looked around. The elves’ eyes were a little tired, but more tenacious.

“Everyone is close to me, and you also know what I have experienced and faced along the way.” Darkus spoke slowly, with warning and determination in his tone, “You must be careful in everything, Stop it, don’t make stupid mistakes!”

“If you are good enough, then you will win.” Selire patted his chest, as if to cheer himself up.

“It’s just death!” Bainie raised his chin, his voice low but determined.

In the current team, Baine is one of the oldest. After returning to Krakaronde from Dacus, he began to follow him, and then along the way until now, he clearly knows that Dacus What is being expressed.

“The Mother of Darkness will protect us.” Asperon whispered, seeming to add weight to his determination with faith.

As a temporary joiner, Aris was like an outsider. He didn’t express anything or ask anything, he just watched quietly with a solemn expression.

The expressions on the faces of the elves varied, but without exception they all revealed a deep determination and tacit understanding. This atmosphere made him feel strange, but he couldn’t ignore it. He vaguely felt that there was some deviation between these elves and his past knowledge that couldn’t be ignored.

He remembered Talos once mentioned that this team had fought against Chaos more than once. At that time, he was full of doubts and thought it was just an exaggeration. However, now, his doubts were shattered by the accumulating details. The descriptions and judgments of Chaos by Aslay and Enil in the tent seemed not to be lies.

The demeanor, words, and even the battle-hardened tacit understanding between the elves in front of him were something he had rarely seen before. There is a kind of coldness and experience in the eyes of these people. It is not simple pride, but the calmness that has broken free from the test of blood and fire.

“chaos.”

Aris whispered in his heart, the word had never been so heavy. As a descendant of the Anar family, he knew the horror of Chaos, and he realized that what these people had experienced was obviously beyond his imagination. There was no boasting in the tone of these people, only a sense of calmness and restraint, which can only be acquired after experiencing it.

He felt a subtle uneasiness, which came from his understanding of himself being shaken. He never thought that one day he would stand among these people. He once thought that Chaos was a nightmare far outside his world. His battle was for the glory of Nagaryth, not for such a profound battle. And an unsolvable war.

His eyes swept over Baine. This black guard was as steady as a cornerstone in the team. He looked at Asperon again, the Druchi who calmly prayed for the protection of the Mother of Darkness. The two are completely different, but both show an inner determination. Although Selire’s smile was frivolous, it could not hide his clear vision of the future, while Talos’s expression was even calmer, as if he took all this for granted.

“Did I…miss something?”

There was a wave of doubt in Aris’s heart. He felt like an outsider. Although Talos had told him some information, he had never been able to understand why these elves were so deeply opposed to Chaos. He began to realize that these people were fighting not just for victory, but for survival. Perhaps what Talos said was true. These elves were already in a battlefield that was deeper than he knew.

His thoughts were getting deeper and deeper, his fists were clenched unconsciously, and complex emotions were surging in his heart, including confusion, uneasiness, and even a hint of unwillingness. He didn’t want to admit that his knowledge was so shallow, but the facts were right in front of him.

Another point he couldn’t ignore was that Darkus was always at the core of the team. Darkus did not explain anything in detail, but every word and deed, every warning, and every order carried a deep sense of authority. Darkus is the leader of these people, an existence that makes these elves trust them enough to follow them to Hell.

He couldn’t help but cast a complicated look at Darkus, which reminded him of his grandfather. When he was a child, his grandfather told him the story of Aenarion. He didn’t know if it was an illusion or something, but for a moment , he saw the shadow of Aenarion in Darkus.

He needed answers, but he shook his head to rid his mind of the jumble of thoughts, knowing now wasn’t the time to ask.

Seeing everyone nodding in agreement, Darkos’ eyes softened a little. He was silent for a while, and finally just nodded without saying anything more. There are some words that don’t need to be said explicitly, as long as you understand them, it’s fine.

He knew in his heart that what they had just done had touched the bottom line of the Chaos Gods. The Chaos Gods regarded the Chosen and the Champion as tools and playthings, but their humiliation of Chaerzak just now, which made Chaerzak die without dignity, was undoubtedly a naked provocation, which Chaos could not tolerate the most.

Doing so was like slapping the Chaos Gods in the face. The Chaos Gods would definitely wait for an opportunity to take revenge, and the best breakthrough point was the elves surrounding him.

If I can’t move Dacus, can I move you?

But Dacus was not prepared to say this clearly. He knew that there was no turning back on this road from the beginning. The grudge between him and Chaos was not made now, but from the very first day, from the first day he came to this world, it had been engraved in the Book of Destiny.

As long as he was alive, as long as the Lizardmen and the Elves still existed, this eternal confrontation would never stop.

The conflict between the two sides was destined to be a life-and-death struggle.

But then again, he had humiliated many people before, and he was the kind who offended everyone. The only one who was slightly nice to him was Tzeentch, and this time, he offended Tzeentch badly. But it doesn’t matter. In the future, he will try to make up for it and make it look like he didn’t offend Tzeentch that much.

There are too many lice, and they are not afraid of bites…

“That’s it.” After feeling that he was a little bit of moaning, he took a deep breath and concluded in a firm tone. Then, with a cold look and a low voice, he added, “Just do it!”

The elves present didn’t say anything else. They stared at Daquus in silence, their eyes full of complex emotions. There was fear, reverence, and determination, but more of it was the kind of desperate struggle with fate.

“Let’s go!”

The team that had stayed on the street for a long time started moving again. They didn’t take a detour. Crossing the collapsed ruins was not a big deal for the cold lizards. It would take some time at most.

After walking for a while, the team did not encounter any enemies, and the chaos wave entrenched in the city of Gorond seemed to disappear suddenly. However, this was just an illusion. Not long after, the team met another team.

There are many teams entering Gorond, such as Dakwus’s team. In addition to his team, there are many other teams, including the Black Guard led by Kolan, the Cain Cult led by Helleben, the traditional Duruchi infantry with behemoths, the Asrai led by Seonlan and Tyrandor, and a small group mainly composed of the Wanderers, etc.

Of course, there are also Huangqi Shadow Hunters who are responsible for doing dirty work.

The mobile teams such as the Dark Riders, the Cold Lizard Dread Knights and the Cold Lizard Chariots did not enter the city. They were responsible for maneuvering outside the city, encircling and capturing the northerners who tried to escape from Gorond and escape from the cage.

Now, Dakwus encountered a small group mainly composed of the Wanderers. Is there a Deformer sandwiched between the two teams? He had just seen this Deformer who killed a lot of people, and the Deformer who escaped before the Cold Lizard launched a charge.

“See you at the square.”

He didn’t stop, glanced at the deformed, pointed forward, and then left.

However, what he didn’t know was that his mouth was like a blessing… As soon as he finished speaking, it happened.

——

Habul stood in the center surrounded by the elves, and the muddy ground seemed to swallow his footsteps. His chest rose and fell, and blood mixed with sweat slid down from the broken armor. But what really made him uneasy was not the bows and arrows in the hands of these pointed ears, but the cold and familiar voice in his mind.

“You can’t run away, little guy.”

The voice echoed again, low and cold, as if it came from the deepest part of his soul. Strangely, this voice sounded no different from Habul’s own voice, but it was older and more evil, as if it was another version of himself after years of erosion, as if he and the owner of this voice were just two souls bound to the same body.

Habul frowned, trying to suppress the voice, but it became clearer.

“Challenge that elf! Kill him!”

The tone of the command was filled with unquestionable fury, as if Habur was just a slave of a master, forced to complete a designated task.

“Shut up!”

Habur growled, clenching his fists, nails piercing his palms. He didn’t like to obey anyone’s orders, whether it was an enemy, a comrade, or even this mysterious voice. He scanned the surroundings while trying to suppress the anger in his heart, but soon he realized that he had no way to retreat.

The elves around him were like wolves wandering on the Norse ice field, with calm demeanor, bowstrings already taut, and arrows pointed at him. He could feel the threat emanating from these pointed ears, a deadly sense of oppression, and he could understand without words that the other party would not show mercy.

His eyes fell on Isharion not far away. This pointed ear was wearing silver armor, holding a long sword, and his eyes were cold, like the eternal glacier on the Norse ice field. Isharion’s existence was like a shining light, which stirred up an indescribable violent emotion in his heart.

“He suits you.” Just as Harbur stared at Eltharion, a soft but powerful voice sounded on the battlefield. Kerillian walked to Eltharion’s side, her tone was relaxed, but with some deep meaning. After she finished speaking, she slowly stepped back, leaving the stage for the two to fight.

“What are you? Why are you in my body?”

Harbr took a step forward, staring at Eltharion fiercely, but paying more attention to the voice in his head, he asked in a low voice.

“I am Zakhan, the thirsty drinker of the world, and your insignificant soul is nothing but the carrier of my existence!”

The voice seemed offended by the question, and the reverberation became more ferocious and sharp, like the harsh sound of steel being twisted.

Habr felt a splitting headache, but the voice did not stop.

“You will understand in a moment. Now, go fight! Kill that elf! He is the only target who can prove your worth. Otherwise, you will die here like a loser!”

“Loser?” Habr sneered, but his eyes were already burning with wild anger. As infuriating as the voice owner’s order was, on some level he understood that he had no other choice. He clenched his fists and felt the mutated power boiling in his body. It was the power brought by Zhakan and it was also the only basis for his survival.

Elsharion watched Habul walking towards him, with a flash of complicated emotions in his eyes. The aura exuded by the aberrant in front of him made him shudder. The twisted and evil presence seemed to swallow up the entire battlefield at any time. He couldn’t help but It reminded him of all the things he encountered last night.

Although no one said it, he knew that the reason why this team existed was more because of him. He had an illusion that Dacus seemed to have high hopes for him that he didn’t even know about. Dacus seemed to have abandoned the opposition between Druch and Asul, hoping that he could grow up quickly and become a powerful person. warrior, and Bel-Ehor who came with him never joined the battle.

He took a deep breath, gripped the fang sword tightly, pointed the sword forward, and his steps were as steady as a rock.

“Come on, Pointy Ears.” Habble said through gritted teeth, his voice low and hoarse, with a certain evil aura that did not belong to him. At this moment, his arms began to slowly deform, and bony claws emerged from under the skin, emitting black light.

Eltharion did not speak, he just pointed the fang sword forward, the blade reflecting cold light under the twin moons.

“Very well, little one. Let me see if you can remove his head.” Zakhan sneered in a low voice, and his voice echoed in Habul’s mind.

Habr was like a monster released from the abyss, waving a pair of mutated limbs, and his battle-axe-like arms emitted a chilling black light. His feet stepped on the muddy ground, and the earth groaned with every step, while the anger in his body swallowed up the air around him.

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The battle raged like a storm as Habrur let out his first roar and descended on Eltharion like a gust of wind.

Eltharion responded with dazzling swordsmanship, his fang sword drawing an elegant arc in an attempt to block Harbr’s immense power. But Habul’s mutated limbs were as flexible as living creatures, and his right arm turned into a bone sickle, slashing through the air in an instant, forcing him to quickly dodge sideways. Even so, the sharp scythe left a deep dent in his armor. He tried to fight back, striking in a quick arc with his sword pointed directly at Habul’s heart.

However, Habr had already anticipated this move. His left arm quickly expanded and turned into a huge bone weapon like a crab’s claws, suddenly clamping the blade of Eltharion.

At this moment, the sound of the collision of metal and bones tore through the air, and sparks flew everywhere.

Eltharion gritted his teeth and tried with all his strength to withdraw the Fang Sword, but Habr’s pliers did not move at all, and even slightly bent the blade under the huge force.

“Is this what you are proud of?”

Habr roared, with a ferocious face. He suddenly exerted force and threw Eltharion aside, as if he was throwing away a rag.

Eltharion rolled several times in the air and then landed heavily, splashing a muddy water. After spitting out the muddy water, he quickly stood up. Although his legs were shaking slightly, he still held the fang sword firmly in his hand, pointing the sword’s edge directly at the enemy.

Habr did not give Eltharion a chance to breathe, and his limbs instantly transformed back into human form, but that was only to provide greater flexibility for the next mutation. After a moment, long bone spurs sprouted from both of his arms, like two huge poisonous needles. He crossed his arms and waved, each blow carrying violent wind pressure.

Eltharion barely blocked several attacks with his superb swordsmanship, but his movements became slower and slower, and more cracks and bloodstains gradually appeared on the armor.

The climax of the battle reached its climax in just a few seconds.

Harbr suddenly jumped up, his arms fully extended into two huge scythes, covering Eltharion like the wings of death.

Facing this fatal attack, Eltharion could only hold the fang sword across his chest and take the blow forcefully. With a deafening crash, his body was pressed to the ground, half-kneeling, mud and water splashed everywhere, and blood dripped down his arms to the ground, but he did not fall, and his eyes were still as sharp as an eagle.

“Can you still hold on?”

Habr sneered, swinging his arms slightly, like a beast testing its prey between battles. His voice was full of sarcasm, but also with a hint of respect, “I didn’t expect a pointy ear to last until now. Come on, let me see how long you can last.”

Eltharion did not answer. He gasped, used his last strength to stand upright, and grasped the fang sword again.

A trace of fanaticism flashed in Habr’s eyes, and his limbs changed rapidly again, and his right arm turned into a thick bone whip, which he whipped towards Eltharion.

The whistling sound of the whip blade cutting through the air was terrifying. Eltharion barely used his sword to block it, but the power of the bone whip still pushed him back several steps, leaving a long trail on the mud under his feet.

Habul pressed forward step by step, swinging his mutant limbs without stopping, and the changes of the whip blade, sickle and pliers were almost seamlessly connected, and each attack was more fierce than the previous one.

Eltharion gradually fell into a disadvantage, but he never fell to the ground. Although his movements became stiff, his eyes still burned with unyielding fighting spirit.

“You can’t win.”

Habul’s voice was like a low thunder, and he swung his sickle-like right arm again, aiming directly at Eltharion’s head.

However, at the critical moment, Eltharion used his last strength to roll to the side and barely avoided this fatal blow. He half-knelt on the ground, supporting the fang sword with both hands, panting and raising his head, his eyes flashing with the unique pride and tenacity of the elves.

The battle continued with fierce roars and metal collisions, and the light of sharp blades and claws was vaguely reflected in the mud.

Habul’s mutant limbs showed almost impeccable flexibility in the battle. His right arm turned into a thorny bone whip blade, constantly entangled and tore, forcing Isharion to retreat step by step. And his left arm was like a blade-like clamp, constantly trying to split Isharion’s body.

Several wounds on Isharion’s shoulders and legs were bleeding, and every drop dyed the earth red. Although embarrassed, he did not fall down. His fang sword was still in his hand. Although the blade was covered with mud, it emitted a faint light, just like his stubborn will.

Habul’s attack became more and more fierce. His right arm whipped like a venomous snake, almost blocking all of Isharion’s retreat. And his left arm was like a death scythe, accurately aiming at the fatal weakness of the elven warrior.

“Stop struggling!” he roared, his voice full of fanaticism and mockery, “You have already lost! Accept your fate!”

Issarion did not respond. He gasped and barely dodged a sweep, but the mud under his feet made him lose his balance for a moment and almost fell. At this moment, Habul seized the opportunity and swung out the bone whip blade, attacking his chest like a venomous snake. He had no way to avoid it, so he could only use the fang sword to block it.

The whip blade hit the sword, making a deafening sound. Issarion’s body was blown away by the powerful impact and fell heavily to the ground again. He groaned, blood and mud overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the fang sword also fell to the side.

With a worried look on his face, Tolandil looked at Kerillian, and Kerillian, who had been watching Issarion, shook her head slightly.

Seeing this scene, Habul’s mouth showed a hideous smile. He slowly walked towards Eltharion, his mutated limbs making creaking sounds.

“You are tenacious, but you will eventually fall.”

He raised his sickle-like left arm, ready to kill Eltharion once and for all.

However, at the moment when the sickle slashed down, Eltharion’s hand suddenly raised up and tightly grasped the tusk sword that fell beside him. He jumped from the ground at an incredible speed, and the blade pointed directly at Habul’s chest.

Habul quickly retreated, but his movement was still half a beat slower. The tip of the tusk sword grazed his chest, leaving a deep crack.

Eltharion seized this rare opportunity and began to fight back. Every time he swung the sword, he was full of heavy determination, as if injecting his life into the sword. He knew that he was exhausted and his wounds were bleeding, but his movements were still precise and graceful. His tusk sword drew cold light one after another, and sparks collided with Habul’s limbs.

Habul roared, and his mutated limbs kept changing, trying to suppress Eltharion. His right arm turned into a sharp needle, stabbing at Eltharion’s head. His left arm turned into a huge bone clamp, trying to clamp the elf’s body.

But Eltharion was calm and tenacious. His swordsmanship was like flowing water, dissolving most of Habur’s attacks, although each time he paid a painful price.

The battle lasted for several minutes, and Habur’s anger gradually turned into anxiety. Although his mutant limbs were flexible, every change would consume his strength.

Although Eltharion was seriously injured, he supported himself with an extraordinary perseverance. He abandoned the gorgeous moves and began to attack more decisively. His movements were no longer simple defense, but every sword tried to pierce Habur’s vital points.

Habur suddenly exerted force, and his two arms attacked Eltharion at the same time. His left arm tried to clamp the elf’s waist like a giant clamp, and his right arm turned into a thick bone spur, piercing the elf’s chest.

Eltharion did not retreat, but rushed head-on to this fatal attack. He knew that retreating would not solve the problem. At that moment, he poured all his strength into the fang sword and swung it in a deadly arc.

The sword flashed across the battlefield, as fast as lightning.

“You talk too much, barbarian!”

Eltharion stood there, holding the fang sword in his hand, blood dripping from the blade. He was panting, his legs and feet were weak, and he could hardly stand, but his eyes were still firm. (End of this chapter)