Just being a dark elf in Warhammer - Chapter 862

The warriors known as the Frostblades are fanatically loyal to Morathi because they have no choice. Each member is a handsome Duruchi noble who can enter the Black Guard. They are seduced by the sweet words of Morathi’s maids, betray their original allegiance, and are finally led into Gorond.

Once these fools enter the Tower of Prophecy, all the promises burst like soap bubbles. Instead, they are victims of the cruel reality of being persecuted by cold poisons, and they are reduced to puppets who crave orders.

Only Morathi and her closest maids know the spells that drive the Frostblades, and they greedily protect the spells to ensure their absolute control over the Frostblades.

Due to the existence of gold mines, the superstructure of the Tower of Prophecy is said to be filled with wealth enough to drive mortals crazy, but only a mysterious handful of people can gain permission to enter. Few of these people can come out again, and those few who do come out undoubtedly pay a price for it.

This is the origin of the Unspeakable.

They are the guards guarding the upper floors of the Tower of Prophecy. Their tongues have been pulled out to ensure their silence. They are undoubtedly pathetic, but everything has to be compared. Even worse than them are the guards guarding the private rooms of the Supreme Witch. Not only have they lost their tongues, but they have also been blinded and castrated. They can only fight by hearing and touch.

Unlike the new era’s Duruchi army, the Silent Ones are composed of two Gloomy Swordsman Legions, while the Frost Blades are composed of a Dread Spearman Legion.

Now, the Frost Blades and the Silent Ones are the last resistance forces of Gorond, or Morathi. There is a kind of foreign volunteers defending the Capitol, and there is a kind of beauty of eunuchs serving as soldiers to defend the city in the late Ming Dynasty.

Dakwus had no intention of launching a charge. He knew very well that the narrow terrain limited the deployment of tactics, which is why only a few Cold Ones Dread Knights entered the city, and most of them were still wandering outside the city. Moreover, there was no need to launch a charge at this moment. The Duruchi army was constantly squeezing the formation of the Silent One and the Frost Blade, and Morath’s defense line was about to collapse completely.

He sat quietly on the big guy’s back, his eyes were cold, and he held a pipe in his mouth. He took a deep puff of smoke, and his eyes were calm, as if he was watching an insignificant drama.

“If you choose, where would you choose?” After a moment, he slowly exhaled the smoke and turned to ask Aris behind him.

Aris glanced at him sideways, and then scanned the surrounding environment. He quickly chose a relatively suitable place, but he did not point there, but asked a question in return.

“Are you sure she will come out? Will she not stay in the tower? Or… has she escaped?”

“All three situations you said are possible.” Dacus shrugged, “Now all we can do is take a gamble. To be honest, the number of times I have dealt with her may not be as many as you?”

Aris was not satisfied with this answer, but he did not say much, just stared at Dacus. However, Dacus ignored him and jumped off the back of the cold lizard, whispering something to the strange cold lizard.

“Let’s go and take a look.”

There was no pre-war mobilization, nor an impassioned speech. After comforting the big guy, Dacus just waved his hand calmly and walked towards the battlefield.

When he arrived at the square, the army of the Frost Blade and the Silent had completely collapsed. He looked at the entrance to the Tower of Prophecy, but did not see Morathi. Instead, there was a twisted portal.

“It’s a bit slow.” He sighed, then raised his left hand to his forehead, made an exaggerated gesture of looking into the distance, and a sneer flashed in his eyes, “Let me see, what kind of monster is coming?”

The portal was like a huge pus-oozing wound, emitting a disgusting glow. The lavender light spread outward like a festering, an invisible force tore the space apart, and the surrounding air began to distort. The sound coming out of the door was a low murmur at first, and then suddenly turned into a piercing scream and laughter, as if countless lunatics were roaring in a carnival, echoing throughout the square.

Then, the first batch of Slaanesh demons swarmed out, their figures were enchanting and twisted, and every step was accompanied by a strange rhythm. Their skin was shining with a strange luster, as if covered with some kind of wet mucus, and their exposed limbs were both beautiful and disgustingly twisted. Their eyes were as sharp as blades, with disturbing bloodthirsty greed.

With the appearance of the Slaanesh demons, a wave of sweet and greasy fragrance spread, with the smell of decay and desire, so strong that it was nauseating.

“Hahaha… Come here, sweet flesh…” The demons whispered in asexual but provocative voices, waving their claws in the air and making piercing screams.

Following closely behind were even larger Slaanesh beasts, their bodies were like monsters in nightmares, and their shapes could not be fully understood by mortal minds. Tentacles and limbs surged like tides, covered with scales and suction cups, as if every swing could tear the space apart. Sharp claws scraped the ground with a harsh noise, charging forward with madness and destruction, their eyes, as dark as the abyss, flashing with the light of devouring souls.

A layer of light mist enveloped the air, which seemed real and illusory, floating gently, as if intentionally covering up, and as if deliberately tempting the enemy to approach. The mist sometimes dissipated, sometimes condensed into indescribable shapes, and occasionally distorted human faces emerged from it, uttering low wails or wild laughter, trying to capture every timid soul and devour their will.

However, the Duruchi army did not riot, let alone flee. They were still on guard, as cold and hard as a blade. Their formation was like an iron wall, suppressing fear in their hearts and keeping chaos out.

The figure of Dacus emerged from behind the army. He walked steadily, and every step under his feet was like a heavy hammer hitting the earth. The chaos and weirdness between heaven and earth had nothing to do with him. There was no trace of fear on his face, only cold calmness and some unshakable power.

The soldiers’ eyes began to change, and the initial fear was replaced by a more blazing emotion – fanatical faith! Dacus was like a lighthouse standing in the storm, bringing them guidance and hope. Dacus was just one person, but like an army. Dacus was just an existence, but like the heart of the battlefield.

As Dacus raised the horn, the long and majestic horn sound suddenly resounded throughout the battlefield, penetrating the fog and miasma.

The sound of the trumpet stirred the chests of the soldiers like a landslide and tsunami, dispelling the haze in their hearts and crushing fear into powder.

“Druchi!” Dacuus shouted loudly after blowing the trumpet.

“Spear and shield!”

“Druchi!”

“Spear and shield!”

The soldiers waved their weapons and shields vigorously, and shouted in unison and deafeningly. The sound broke out from the army formation and surged around like a tide. The shouts were full of anger and determination, as if announcing their determination to the enemy: even if Slaanesh came in person, they would never retreat a step.

When Dacuus walked to the front of the army formation, Slaanesh’s army had completely poured into the square. The demons scraped the ground with their claws, making a sharp noise, and their eyes with vertical pupils locked on every living thing. Their shrill laughter was like a cone, piercing everyone’s eardrums, making people’s scalps numb. The Slaanesh beasts followed closely behind, and every move brought a tremor to the ground. Their tentacles waved and shattered the stone slabs and ruins.

“What do you see? A bunch of monsters painted with makeup, a bunch of beasts that live on fear! Your fear is their food, and our anger will be their doom!”

Darkius slowly raised his hand. His movements were neither hurried nor slow, but he exuded a majesty that could not be ignored. He stood at the forefront of the army, his eyes swept over the soldiers who were ready for battle, with fiery light in their eyes, and spoke in a low but powerful voice.

The shouts of the soldiers were even more earth-shaking. They hit the ground with their shields, making a thunderous echo. The land of Naggaroth was shaking under their anger.

“We are Duruchi, we are elves, we are the descendants of Aenarion! We will use their blood to prove our glory!”

Darkius’s voice sounded like a war drum, and every word was deeply engraved in the hearts of the soldiers.

The shrill laughter and ridicule coming from the fog were suppressed by Duruchi’s shouts. The soldiers stood tall, and each of them was like a sharp blade out of its sheath, showing its edge.

“Let them taste the power of Duruchi! Smash their arrogance! Let them know that this world does not belong to them, but to the elves!”

Darkius turned around and faced the surging Slaanesh army. He gently placed his hand on the hilt of the sword and said in a cold voice.

As his voice fell, the sound of horns came one after another, and the soldiers took a step forward, their steps were uniform, followed by a second step, like an unstoppable torrent of steel, pressing towards the direction of the succubus and succubus.

Darkius took a step forward, and the sword in his hand stabbed out instantly, and the sword tip pierced a succubus that pounced on him. The blade pierced through the chest of the succubus like tearing through a nightmare, and the monster’s claws drooped weakly, and a shrill scream came from its mouth.

At the moment when the succubus’s body turned into nothingness, the edge of the sword bloomed again. He turned around and slashed horizontally, and the other succubus just jumped up and lost its head in mid-air. The succubus’s charming face still had the last twisted smile, and his body dissipated into purple smoke before falling to the ground.

Bene, Celile, Aspern, Dorian, Atherin, the admirals who came, the dread lords, Essarion, Kerillian, Karona, Tolandir, Celanon, Tyrandor, etc., who were either lord units or hero units in a certain game, lined up in a line with Dakwus as the center, facing the endless Slaanesh army.

“Just right.”

Korlan said in a low voice while swinging his war halberd to kill a succubus. He was delayed for some time when he came, so that the black guard was blocked behind, but this did not prevent him from squeezing in alone, fighting side by side with Dakwus, and witnessing the last scene. His movements were decisive and sharp, and every time the war halberd stabbed out was like a hunting snake tongue, accurately piercing the enemy’s vital points. A Slaanesh beast tried to attack from the side, but he turned around suddenly, swept the scarlet halberd across, and cut off the lower limbs of the giant beast.

Baine glanced at Kolan, snorted coldly, and the broad blade in his hand danced like a gust of wind. His movements were swift and graceful, and every swing was accompanied by the screams of the demon and the splash of blood. And Celile next to him also held a broad blade, but unlike him, the Clive broad blade held by Celile sometimes separated, sometimes closed, and sometimes opened and closed, but every blow was accompanied by the enemy’s limbs flying.

Tolandil pulled the longbow in his hand to the full, shot an arrow, and accurately pierced the eye of a demon. Then, the dagger originally hanging on the belt appeared in his right hand, and the dagger pierced the other eye of the demon. As the dagger was pulled out, the demon fell down. When the dagger returned to the belt again, the longbow was pulled to the full, and an arrow was shot, accurately piercing the eye of the distant Slaanesh beast.

Eltharion rushed in from the other side, and the fang sword slashed down like lightning, accurately cutting open the body of a succubus. Blood splashed on his armor, but he didn’t care, his eyes were full of calmness.

Kerillian, who was holding two wielders, wielded broad blades and shuttled through the enemy group like a whirlwind. Her movements were elegant but deadly. The double blades cut the throat of each approaching succubus like a venomous snake, and blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing the ground under her feet red.

“Very good!” Kerillian swung the double blades, praising the excellent performance of the double blades while admiring the chaos wave that surged like a tide.

Then, the killing dance woven by her appeared again.

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Daquus took a step, swung the sword, and the two succubus that pounced on him were instantly cut into four pieces in the air, and the broken limbs fell to the ground with a weird blood mist. He turned his wrist, and the sword extended like lightning, accurately slashing past the demon who tried to sneak attack Asperen from the side, and cut off its head. The head rolled in the air, and the cruelty in the eyes had not yet dissipated, but it had already turned into endless emptiness.

He continued to take two steps forward, clenched his left fist, and suddenly swung it back, with the power exploding like thunder. A demon was directly hit by this punch and flew backwards, its body twisted in mid-air and flew towards Celile. Before it touched the ground, Celile decisively met it, slashed it with a wide blade, blood splashed, and the body was torn into pieces in mid-air.

However, this was not the end, and the killing continued.

Daxus’s cold eyes locked on the next demon who tried to jump up. His figure moved, and the sword slashed down diagonally. The demon’s body split in two with a piercing scream, and its internal organs gushed out. Then, he slashed horizontally without stopping, and another demon that rushed from the left was cut in half, and the body fell to the ground with a thud.

A demon rushed from the right, trying to win by speed. He swung his sword back, and the monster’s body was cut open, and when it fell to the ground, it had turned into a pile of purple-black minced meat. Before the smell of blood dissipated, his movements were smooth and connected, and the sword made another oblique slash, splitting the other demon that followed closely from the top of the head to the waist.

The killing became more and more intense.

The number of demons seemed endless, and Daquus’s movements were getting faster and more deadly. He took another step forward, and the sword stabbed out, the tip of the sword pierced the chest of a demon with bared fangs and claws, nailing it to the ground. Then he suddenly drew his sword, followed by a horizontal slash, and the moment the sword was drawn, it suddenly extended, and the five demons that were besieging were cut in half, screaming one after another.

Every swing of the sword was accompanied by splashes of blood, and every step brought the shadow of death to the enemy. Now he was a killing machine that had completely lost his emotions. His movements were extremely precise, and his power swept everything like a tsunami. The sword in his hand was like a living thing, and every slash and stab seemed to have been destined to hit the target.

“Next one!” He whispered, his voice as cold as a blade grazing cold iron.

He raised the sword again and moved forward steadily. Every swing of the sword would take away a demon. His sword swept across at a very fast speed, and six demons were cut off at the same time, and their limbs flew everywhere. His left hand swung out suddenly, and his clenched fist smashed a demon that tried to sneak attack, smashing the demon’s head directly into a bloody mist. He turned around and slashed back, and another demon that sneaked from the flank was instantly cut in half. Before the screaming ended, it had already turned into a broken body and fell to the ground.

All his movements did not stop at all, his steps were as steady as a mountain, and his sword was as fast as the wind. Every time he swung his sword, it was like a mechanical procedure, without a trace of extra emotion, only cold efficiency.

The enemies became more and more crazy, and they rushed in groups, trying to crush him with numbers. However, the more demons rushed towards him, the more bodies fell. The light of the sword penetrated the mist, and blood flowed like a river under his feet. His armor was stained with the blood of demons, and the dripping blood was like an ominous rain sprinkled on the land of Naggaroth.

A huge Slaanesh beast roared and pounced on him. Its huge size was enough to make ordinary soldiers tremble with fear. But his eyes did not even fluctuate. He suddenly jumped up, and the lightning-like sword light cut through the air, accurately slashing into the neck of the beast. The tough skin and flesh like steel was like brittle paper under the sword, and it broke instantly. The head of the beast was cut off with part of the spine, and the gushing blood was like a spring, dyeing the ground scarlet.

Before the blood mist dissipated, he had landed steadily, and the sword was swung back and swept across. The two demons that were trying to attack by surprise only had time to scream before they were cut in half. Their twisted bodies fell heavily to the ground, splashing a purple-black blood mud.

On the other side, more demons came, screaming and waving their sharp claws, trying to attack from multiple directions at the same time.

Daquus turned his left shoulder slightly, dodging the first demon that pounced on him, and the sword stabbed back like a snake, nailing the monster directly to the ground, with the tip of the sword piercing the demon’s head. Then, he drew his sword and the sword tip turned into a ray, instantly cutting the three demons that followed him into pieces.

“Stupid.” He whispered, his tone was so cold that it seemed as if he was evaluating a few insects that fell into the water.

Then, he quickly stepped forward, and the sword tip extended a dazzling light again. Dozens of lust demons swarmed in like a tide, trying to overwhelm him with their numbers, but he was not afraid at all. The magic sword in his hand drew a shining arc, like a forty-meter machete.

With the harsh cutting sound, more than a dozen lust demons were cut off in unison, and blood and broken limbs were sprinkled like raindrops. His movements were so fast that the lust demons didn’t even realize that death was coming, and they had already turned into piles of rotting remains.

The battlefield was gradually filled with blood, and the air was filled with a strong smell of rust and musk.

However, Darkus did not waver, his pace was always steady, and every step forward was accompanied by the wail and death of the lust demon. His killing was like a never-ending storm, and every swing of his sword carried irresistible power and precision. The edge of the divine sword not only cut off the flesh and blood, but also stripped away the remaining souls of these fallen creatures. His movements were without pause, like a performer of some ancient ritual, completing every step with precision, sending those demons of desire back to the Demonic Chaos Realm one by one.

An abnormal lust demon emerges from the mist. It is both a lust demon and a sorcerer. It can be said to be the most tempting. It has been honored for helping Slaanesh realize his dark fantasies and desires. Its arms were covered with thick black and purple scales, and its eyes were burning with strange purple flames. It let out a deafening roar, whipped up a gust of wind when waving its claws, and rushed towards Darkus.

“Front?”

Darkus raised his head and looked at the demon of desire. His face was still calm. He did not flinch when he asked questions, but faced him decisively. The claws slashed down like huge iron pincers, but he dodged sideways at the critical moment, and the divine sword penetrated from below, accurately penetrating the army frontman’s ribs. The honored demon roared and tried to break free, but he exerted force suddenly, and the divine sword tore out from the other side, bringing with it hot blood and black internal organs.

Ignoring the military leader who fell to the ground and let out his last cry, he turned to the next wave of enemies without stopping.

“Who else?” he whispered, a cold sarcasm in his voice that echoed in the fog.

Wherever his steps went, death followed. He seemed not to be fighting, but to execute a destined trial, writing an immortal chapter for his battle with blood and debris.

The number of lust demons seems to be still increasing, but their screams are already filled with fear. Even these beings born of desire and corruption felt an indescribable pressure when facing Darkus and the elves. Their attacks began to become hesitant and their steps were no longer firm.

In just a moment, Darkus had already killed a military leader, two Slaanesh beasts, and as for the lust demons, he didn’t count them. There were too many to count. He feels that way, there is a kind of numerical beauty, he is like a legendary lord in a certain game…

After cutting down a desire demon again, he looked forward and saw a twelve-meter-tall figure slowly walking out of the portal.

His body is tall and thin, with mysterious runes wrapped around his body, giving off a faint glow. Each step it took seemed to tear the air apart, leaving a dull echo. A pair of deep eyes turned on the indescribable face, like an endless abyss, swallowing up all secrets and souls.

“Oh, isn’t that who? Who is that?” Darkus narrowed his eyes, whispering with a hint of surprise and familiarity. He smiled and took a step forward, “Old friend! I didn’t expect it. Meeting you here is so memorable.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a bolt of lightning and disappeared from the place. (End of chapter)