Just being a dark elf in Warhammer - Chapter 865

“Darkius.” Morathi spoke slowly, her voice low and with a hint of complex emotions, “Before you appeared, I had received a terrible prophecy that the Great Whirlpool would collapse.”

She paused, and her tone revealed a hint of hidden fear and memories.

“At first, this prophecy made me feel deeply terrified. I thought it was the doom imposed on me by the Chaos Demon. I thought what I saw was an evil beyond imagination.”

Her eyes were slightly lowered, as if she was recalling that long and lonely period, and her tone gradually became calm and cold.

“But as time went by, I gradually understood that even the most powerful demons have their weaknesses. They can also be manipulated, used, and even constrained by my will.”

“The Great Whirlpool was a solution from the beginning. Your prophecy is true, but…”

Darkius was silent for a moment, and then spoke, with a tone of noncommittal. At the end, he shrugged his shoulders, and his tone was relaxed as if it was just an insignificant matter.

There is really not much to say about this matter. After all, history has proved everything, and the scene at the end of the battle is still vivid. Malekith and Tyrion launched a thrilling 1V1 duel on the battlefield. In the end, Malekith was unarmed, covered in blood, and vomiting blood. But even so, he still stood straight, waiting for the last moment to come.

When Tyrion raised the Sword of Khaine high, Morathi’s laughter echoed on the battlefield, and that laughter was full of cruel pleasure.

However, the fatal blow did not fall.

Just as Morathi’s chilling laughter sounded, Tyrion’s body suddenly staggered, and he retreated as if he was hit by something. An arrow accurately pierced through the damaged part of his breastplate and directly pierced his rotten heart.

Tyrion fell to his knees, and the Sword of Khaine slipped from his hand. He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end nothing came out, only blood slipped from his mouth. In his eyes, Cain’s madness finally dissipated, and for the first time in those long months, he regained consciousness. Then, he fell to his side and died.

But soon, he was alive again… Thumbs up from Ulric.

Morathi’s laughter stopped abruptly, and a look of denial and doubt appeared on her face, and her heart was in chaos. Before she could react, the second arrow came from a distance and hit Malekith’s back accurately. Malekith’s body twitched violently and finally fell on Tyrion, and his blood quickly dyed the ground under their feet red.

At this moment, Morathi let out an extremely painful scream, the sound was as shrill as an animal, full of anger, despair and sadness. It was an outburst of primitive and dark emotions that touched the deepest pain in her soul. Her hands hooked like claws, her fingertips trembling, and Aris, who had done all this, had long disappeared.

Meanwhile, Teclis was pulling away from the wind of magic at the edge of the Maelstrom, trying to complete the binding. But at that moment, Morathi unleashed a bolt of purple lightning that struck him, causing him to convulse and fall forward, bloodied.

Morathi felt the ground tremble beneath her feet, the Isle of the Dead begin to break apart, but these changes did not lessen her madness. One enemy was dead, but thousands more still stood on the hillside, and all of Ulthuan. She was filled with hatred, and she wanted them all to pay for her dishonor, for the death of her loved ones.

As the last three Winds of Magic struggled to escape, the sky began to shake violently, and she finally realized what she must do. She rushed forward, through the churning storm, straight into the heart of the Maelstrom.

Sulphite was annihilated the moment she touched the wind wall, but she did not stop. The mages within the Maelstrom noticed her coming, but they had no chance against her. She did not hesitate to kill them, as their full attention was focused on preventing the collapse of the Maelstrom and the destruction of Ulthuan.

In the end, only Caledor survived, protected by the counter-protection spell he had woven. He could feel a terrible presence approaching. As the figure appeared in the center of the vortex, he glimpsed the glittering eyes of Slaanesh himself, which appeared at the intersection of the real world and the realm of chaos, like two beacons in the abyss.

Morathi also saw Slaanesh’s eyes, but she was mad and didn’t care. She cast a wilder magic, attracting Slaanesh’s gaze and luring him closer.

Caledor pleaded desperately, but Morathi ignored his cries.

The crack expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a huge claw pierced through the crack. The surface of the claw was composed of countless faces screaming in pain and ecstasy. The claw groped blindly for its prey, bringing the breath of destruction. The air was filled with a thousand terrible temptations. The voices of promise and fear sang loudly on the wind.

Meanwhile, outside the wind column, Teclis finally woke up from his coma. Every movement of his charred body was as painful as if it were burning with fire, but he dragged himself towards the whirlpool again. He knew that the magic released by Morathi was like a shining beacon, sending the most direct invitation to Slaanesh. If the rift continued to expand, the Dark Prince would descend into the real world, and at that time, there would be no power in the world that could stop His arrival…

So, no matter what the cost, the rest of the magical winds must be dispersed immediately, and he stretched out his hands and began to release the magical winds to prevent Ulthuan from being cursed by Slaanesh. He succeeded, but at the cost of the Maelstrom disintegrating and Ulthuan’s collapse.

The howling wind pillar began to collapse, the maelstrom itself shrank, and the cracks also narrowed. A huge roar pierced the sky as Slaanesh realized that he had been deceived and that the feast before him was within his reach but could never be tasted.

At this moment, Moraes finally realized her stupidity and was about to retreat, but she did not notice Caledor approaching. Caledor hugged her tightly as the claws approached, and she screamed, clawing and biting at Caledor with her nails and teeth. Blood flowed down the dragon tamer’s face like a river, but Caledor persisted, holding on to one last embrace.

“My child, your fate has ended. Meet your end with your last dignity.”

Caledor’s words pierced Moras’ madness, and she collapsed in Caledor’s arms. She let out one last scream and fell silent as Slaanesh’s claws tightened around them both.

When the maelstrom completely disintegrated, the cracks closed. Caledo and Moras, on the other hand, disappeared without a trace.

This is one of the reasons why Darkus hates prophecies. He never takes the initiative to get prophecies from Lilith, and Lilith also knows about him and never gives him prophecies. Instead, she provides some other help, such as when he is in the Chaos Demon Realm. When he was on the verge of death, he helped to take a breath, and usually helped to build a bridge or something. When Liv was around him, he didn’t seriously ask Liv for a sign, even though Liv couldn’t see it.

“So, this is not something you have to promise me, because I know you will avoid it.” Morathi smiled.

“You’re right.” Darkus also laughed, and he laughed in anger.

“Hey, my poor son.” Morathi’s smile slowly faded and was replaced by a complicated expression. Her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. “He is going through an independent and rebellious stage. He still doesn’t understand. , His followers are unreliable. Druch only regards him as a temporary supporter. They have no faith and are only loyal to themselves. “

She raised her head, with deep exhaustion in her eyes, and her voice trembled slightly, as if she was mocking herself, but also feeling emotional.

“But you are different, Darkus. He regards you as a friend, as a true friend. How… precious, friend, ha.”

“So, please keep it up, okay?” There was a hint of pleading in Morathi’s tone.

Her eyes fell on Darkus’s face, as if she wanted to see through it.

“Although you look like Alandrian, you have shadows of the friends Aenarion and Caledor. I feel a strong power in you.”

She paused and her tone became deeper and firmer.

“This is my last request as a mother. I don’t ask for Malekith to be respected and loved, because I know that no matter how hard he tries, he will never be like his father.”

There was a hint of pleading and helplessness in her voice.

“Help him get back everything that belongs to him, and don’t let him witness the destruction of the Maelstrom, at least while he is still alive, okay?”

She shook her head slightly, with a hint of certainty in her tone.

“I know you can do it, Darkus.”

“Don’t worry, I will.”

Darkus wanted to laugh, the kind of helpless laugh, but he held it back in the end. What the hell is this moment just like that moment? Isn’t this a living example! Morathi at this moment is simply a classic dying person, and her words are also good. Fortunately, Tyrion has not been born yet, otherwise Morathi at this moment will never be like this.

“Okay, I have nothing more to say.” Morathi said calmly, taking a step forward as if to end the conversation.

“Wait.” Darkus raised his hand and pointed at Morathi, his eyes meaningful. Seeing Morathi stop, he pointed back with his hand, “Can you also promise me something? A… friend of mine? I want to complete his revenge. I promised him.”

“Let me guess, Aris? Aris of the Anar family?” Morathi raised her eyebrows slightly, paused for a moment, and then a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. There was a hint of ridicule in her tone, as if she already knew all this. .

“He wants to kill me? To complete his revenge? Yes, I can let him shoot me with an arrow. But that’s it.” Morathi’s words were so calm that it was chilling. She paused, with a trace of light in her eyes. The unfathomable meaning is, “I cannot die under his arrows. Whether or not his revenge is completed is his business. In the end, it is up to you to complete it.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she slowly took out a dagger from her arms. She did not hold the handle of the dagger, but the sharp tip, and handed the dagger to Darkus.

“Soul Dagger?”

“Yes.” Morathi nodded, with a hint of exhaustion and indifference in her expression, “Sometimes, I feel tired of the way of life in this world. I am bored to death. I am eager to see what is going on in another world. There’s something waiting for me.”

She paused, and the smile on her face took on a hint of irony.

“But unfortunately, I know exactly what awaits someone like me. The Chaos Gods are eager to devour my soul. I would make a particularly delicious morsel, a soul raised on thousands of years of sin.”

Her voice dropped slightly, but there was a cold determination in her tone.

“No, I don’t want to experience that ultimate experience yet. So, in the end, it’s up to you to finish it. Finish it before that bitch comes. I don’t want to see her hateful face.”

She handed the dagger closer to Darkus, with an undoubted certainty in her eyes.

“As for what happens after death…the wealth hidden in the Tower of Prophecy, you can see it yourself later. After my soul dissipates, this body will have no meaning at all.”

This moment is just like that moment. Now, standing in front of Darkus is Morathi, who is finally awake.

Sometimes, people are very divided, and they cannot be simply defined as good or bad. Morathi is such an abstract existence.

What happened in Imperial Calendar 2300 is proof of this.

Morathi was originally with the Chaos Tide and her own army, but she received some rumors, and in order to verify whether what the spies told her was true, she came to Naggarond. When the Drukhi opened their eyes and focused on her, her face was expressionless, showing no trace of her inner uneasiness.

She stared at a female elf and found that she was just as bad as she feared. She couldn’t believe what her son had done, and she didn’t know whether to be proud or angry. In an astonishingly daring feat, Malekith restrained the great daemon of Slaanesh, Na’kari, with his own power. The Great Demon is extremely dangerous and incredibly powerful, capable of causing fatal damage to the summoner the moment it is summoned.

However, Malekith did.

The demon was there, seemingly under control, standing among a group of Druchi, who had no idea how close the Mother of Darkness was to them.

The nightmarish thing was tightly bound by strange and eerie shackles, but Morathi still felt unsafe, like being in the same room with a chained white lion.

After the Druchs left, the mother and son started talking.

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Morathi looked at the demon and then at Malekith. She controlled her anger, because she knew that getting angry at her son would only be counterproductive, and Malekith would only become more cold and restrained.

“What have you done?” Morathi asked. Seeing that Malekith had no idea of ​​answering, she continued, “You forcibly bound a big demon to serve you. Do you know what this means? “

“That means I’ve found the key to Ulthuan’s defenses.”

“Maybe, but that also means you’ve earned the eternal hatred of a demon.”

“Anyway, I’ve done it. This is the creature that swore to destroy my father. That’s what makes it so interesting.”

“Do you think this is funny?”

“Yes, you two should be able to become friends. You must have many past events to talk about.”

Morathi exchanged glances with Na’kari. This was worse than she imagined. This demon was the culprit that nearly destroyed Ulthuan in the past. He had been killed by Aenarion twice. He had every reason to hate her. son and let him perish.

“You will destroy us all! Malekith!”

“That’s your plan, not mine. Yes, mother, I know your plan, I just want you to know that I will not allow it.”

“You won’t… allow it?” Morathi’s voice showed anger this time, “Who are you to forbid me from doing anything?”

“I am Malekith, and I am the absolute ruler of Naggaroth. I think you forget that sometimes.”

“When are you going to tell me how to do this?” Morathi wanted to get angry, but the confidence in Malekith’s voice made her hesitate.

“You’ve come just in time, mother, but I’m sure that with your unquestionable knowledge and your gift of foresight, you’ll be able to figure it out on your own. Otherwise your spies would have told you, and I just want to make sure that we There is no misunderstanding between them.”

“I don’t understand what you mean?”

“Then let me be clear, if I find you disrupting Caledor’s maelstrom spell, I will give you to my pet as a plaything. You will like it, right, Nakari? “

The bound demon smiled and nodded.

“You must forgive it for not speaking. I will forbid it from speaking until I am sure that it will be polite.”

Anger and fear raged inside Morathi, but she didn’t show it. She knew her son might have guessed her plan, but that had no effect on her determination to carry it out. This would only make the process more difficult and the risks higher. This time she smiled sincerely.

“Go back to your army, mother, and let those barbarians fulfill their duties.”

“Of course, dear son, what else could I have done?”

At that time, Malekith lacked strong military strength and could only find other ways to open the key to Ulthuan. He summoned Nakari from the Chaos Demon Realm and restrained him. But he was different at that time than he was during the Great Schism. He opposed the disintegration of the Maelstrom and vowed to defend the Maelstrom to the death, so that his mother gave up the idea of ​​disintegrating the Maelstrom.

And Morathi prepared a Chaos Tide as a consumable for Druki’s attack on Ulthuan. She wanted to disintegrate the Great Vortex, but she knew how dangerous the demons were, so she opposed her son’s doing so. Was she sober at that time? But she didn’t care about this or that after the madness of the final battle. She was no longer afraid of being forgotten in the stomach of Slaanesh. That was her revenge, and for this she could satisfy Slaanesh’s hunger.

Over the long years, she was both a prophet and a destroyer; a loyal lover and a cold conspirator. She had given everything for the survival of the elves, and had also been with Chaos for her own ambitions. She was well aware of the complexity and ugliness of human hearts, and therefore could never fully trust others.

She sometimes seemed contradictory and even absurd, but this was exactly her reality: she was a soul struggling between fate and ambition, a woman intertwined with love and hatred, an existence that both longed for destruction and feared death.

The embodiment of contradiction and division.

Of course, Morathi may also be laying out a long foreshadowing to try to break down Dacus’s vigilance. When he approaches, perhaps Morathi will use the soul dagger to give him a fatal blow, completing a wonderful ultimate counterattack.

However, Dacus did not turn his head away. He knew that this was a critical moment and he could not afford to be careless.

He raised his hand.

Not far away, Aris moved, and he put a strange arrow on the Moon Bow. This arrow was given by Lilith before he entered the dugout. It was silver and carried a sacred breath. The bowstring trembled slightly, like a low hum at midnight, and then the arrow cut through the air like a meteor and accurately pierced Morathi’s chest.

Morathi did not scream, she just lowered her head and calmly looked at the arrow stuck in her chest, as if examining an ending she had already accepted, and then she slowly fell to the ground.

“Druchi, hold your weapons and send off the Supreme Witch!” Dacus shouted loudly, his voice like thunder, resounding throughout the square.

“Send off the Supreme Witch!”

“Send off the Supreme Witch!”

The Druks who witnessed this historic moment knelt on one knee and shouted without question or hesitation.

Morathi, who was lying on the ground, heard the shouting, and her originally calm face changed slightly, slowly blooming a smile. This smile did not have any resentment or any sinisterness, but a smile mixed with relief and expectation. She looked at Dacus, with a gentle and earnest request in her eyes, as if waiting for Dacus’s final fulfillment.

However, as an old coward, Dacus would naturally not approach rashly. He did not walk directly to Morathi, but carefully moved the soul dagger that fell on the ground with his trident. After he confirmed that his gauntlet could completely isolate the erosion of the game, he slowly bent down and picked up the dagger.

The soul dagger lay in his hand, without any abnormality. There was no explosion, no sudden attack of control. It did not try to devour Dacus’ soul, and did not even emit a wave. It seemed to be just an ordinary dagger, an ordinary dagger that was ordinary and could not be more ordinary.

Dacus was silent for a moment, raised his head, and slowly walked towards Moras. When he approached, Moras still looked at him. There was no anger, no resentment, or even pain in her deep eyes, only the light of relief and liberation.

He bent down and gently picked up Moras. Moras’ body was as light as a feather, as if it no longer belonged to this world. He slowly placed Moras steadily and whispered.

“I will fulfill your wish, but not for you.”

Moras nodded slightly and showed a smile. There was both satisfaction and relief in that smile.

Dacus raised the soul dagger and stabbed it into Moras’ heart without hesitation.

The moment the dagger was inserted, Moras’ body trembled slightly, and then completely relaxed. Her eyes gradually lost focus, but the smile on her lips never disappeared. The soul dagger did not burst out any unusual power, but quietly completed its mission, completely disintegrating Morathi’s soul and leaving no trace.

At the last moment, she did not try to fight back, nor did she put an angry end to her life. She chose to accept it all calmly, and even smiled at her own ending. At this moment, Morathi was perhaps the closest to her true self, a tired soul, a lonely mother, and an existence that saw through all gods and destinies.

Her final ending may be a relief, but also a warning. Her soul dissipated, but her story will always be engraved in the memories of the elves who witnessed her existence, whether it was Duruchi or Asur. (End of this chapter)