Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Then Darkus briefly talked about Nagaros Druch's use and views on the black dragon, which directly made Bajir a little autistic. He could feel Bajir's emotions fluctuating violently.

"This is wrong!" Bagir's words were full of anger.

"It's a coincidence, I think so too, so the first time I took a dragon to the sky, it was on your back." Darkus said casually while looking at the scenery in the distance, and then he added, "Although The magic of forcibly awakening and enslaving the summons is convenient, fast, simple and crude, but in my opinion, it is too dangerous to use this kind of magic to restrain the dragon, and it is wrong to do so."

Darkus adopted the routine of suppressing first and then raising. After criticizing for a while, he picked himself out and lifted himself up to create a contrast. At the same time, he also believed in his heart that it was wrong to do this. He believed that the treatment of intelligent creatures like dragons should be through the formation of a deep bond, no longer an alliance needed for mutual gain, but a close friend. To achieve the unity of human and dragon.

Just like one of the attributes of an airplane is reliability. Under normal circumstances, no one would choose a reliable airplane to fly in the sky, especially flying an airplane with poor reliability to fight.

Things often have two sides. For example, in the society where Darkus lived in his previous life, abusing cats was considered wrong by default, but what about mice? Likewise, his heart is also complicated. He does not object to using some technology and doing some ruthless work to control those annoying rhinoceros dragons, but when used on giant dragons... maybe this is the complex duality of emotions... …

"I remember what happened during the war between you and those dwarfs." Bagir sighed and said after flapping his wings and adjusting his direction.

"Sorry, I don't know much about the specific content of this history." Darkus took over the conversation and gestured.

"There was an elf who enslaved a red dragon named Illendak through the means and magic you mentioned."

"So is he still alive now?"

"Of course, he is still alive and dormant in the dragon's nest in the south. He is full of hatred for the elves, and the dwarves have also been looking for him for thousands of years." Bagir knew who Darkos was asking.

Darkus nodded to express his understanding. He probably knew what kind of god this red dragon named Elendak was. He was the murderer who committed the massacre of Karak Kuro in the Book of Hatred of the Mountain Dwarves. Although Elendak Dark was forced, but the mountain dwarves didn't care.

"Everything in the world is complicated. Just like there are many kinds of dragons with different personalities, they also have different views on elves. The same is true for elves. Some elves regard dragons as enslaved tools, and some regard dragons as enslaved tools. I think the dragon is noble and we should establish a bond with the dragon and become friends." Darkus' words were full of emotion.

"I thought about Leandra, I liked her."

"Leandra? Have you met her?"

"Of course, I have seen her and Franesh. You must know that this place is very close to your Col Vanas at the time. There is no reason for me not to see them. After that, she led the group of elves to Lauren Loren for refuge. I saw her when she was a kid, or I helped her fend off the chasing dwarfs. Those dwarfs..." At the end of his sentence, Bagir made a tut-tsk sound, and then said, "Their meat is too It’s hard and doesn’t taste good.”

"Did she settle in Lauren Loren after that?" Darkus said with a hint of curiosity and expectation. He wanted to learn the way of the dragon, which is to learn the traditional method of dealing with elves and dragons, such as Dragon songs and the like.

One is out of bad taste, for example, a Druchi from Naggaroth actually knows the way of the dragon, which is only known by the nobles of the Kingdom of Caledor. The other is due to the strength and future development of the dragon. No matter what the ancient saints did, everyone still has to protect the world. The dragon is a noble phantom that fights against the great demon of chaos. The lava during the Twilight Tide Dragon was able to kill the difficult secret keeper with just one dive and dragon breath.

Darkus, who has a family background, knows Leandra. Leandra comes from the Arsino family that runs Cole Varnas. As mentioned before, Cole Varnas is the current Al. Dolph, Esso Talalion, Lauren Loren and Cole Vanas are all very close. The Herban family had many dealings with the Arsino family before they left Esso Talarian.

"She left after settling the group of elves, but..." Bajir said in a longer tone at the end, with a hint of temptation and showoff.

"But what?" Darkus asked, maybe this is because asking for something is hard, and having no desire is strong. Normally, he would not bother to pay attention to this way of speaking.

"Little guy, you owe me a promise, she left Lauren Loren."

"Does this mean you owe a promise?" Darkus said dumbfounded. He felt the shamelessness of this forest dragon. How could he owe a promise even if he didn't get any useful information?

"If it's true that she is still alive, she lives in Athel Loren in the south. When I visited Sesin-Hal there not long ago, I felt her presence. She seemed to be living in seclusion. I was surprised. What's strange is that the lazy Sesin-Hal actually established a bond with a pair of twins, but those twins are really interesting." Bajir laughed and said after finishing his laugh.

"This..." Darkus was a little surprised, because if what Bajir said was true, then this information point would be too secret. Leandra is still alive...still alive in Athel Loren, then This lifespan must be at least more than 4,000 years old, but how long you live is not important, what is important is that you are still alive! Sethin-Hal is also a forest dragon. If I am correct, the twins are the "Twilight Sisters" Nestra and Arohan.

In the wilderness of Hawkheath, the elves are licking their wounds. Drusala, who has transformed back, is responsible for the aftermath of Darkos's absence with the support of Elanya, and the spellsingers are treating the surviving elves. They, the elves who were still able to move, placed the dead and wounded. After everything was arranged, she came to Sklaw's side.

Kradin did not participate in the aftermath, but sat in a daze on the blood-filled chariot platform. He had just used a spell to activate the impaler spear and threw it out as a spear. This was the first time he had activated it. The power of the spear was more terrifying than he imagined. The Slaanesh driver of the Seeker Chariot was directly killed, and the Seeker Chariot also lost control. Otherwise, he would have been the one who died just now. He now feels empty inside, as if something precious is missing. Like lifespan? But he thought it was all worth it and he did everything he could.

"Delina Cloudwalker." The war dancer who fought with Cradin just now was also sitting on the platform of the chariot. She took out the water bag around her waist and took a sip before handing it to Cradin and then said.

"Cradin Crooked Claw's Arashi." Kradin said after taking the water bag and taking a sip.

"You are very brave, nice to meet you."

"Me too, your technique is very...very...elegant?" Kradin said hesitantly.

Although Cradin is older than Darkus, his experience is completely different from Darkus. For example, he also went on an expedition to the Lustria continent. As a result... After that, he was more like a soldier until he met Darkus again. Us.

Delina was amused by Cradin's words. She leaned against the railing of the chariot and laughed, taking out some food from her arms to share with Cradin.

"It's still alive." Yilanya helped Drusala squeeze into the group of giant eagles that were gathered together, and said while looking at Sklaw who was still lying on the ground.

Like the fire dragons of Ulthuan, the giant eagle is a noble creature. Since ancient times, there has been a close affinity between elves and the giant eagle. In Ulthuan, the giant eagle is a staunch ally of Assur. , the two races have been fighting side by side since the Great Invasion.

At the same time, there are also legends of the past circulating in elven society, such as Talien, the King of Eagles, who drove Eth Haiai to the underground world under the command of Asuryan.

Like elves, giant eagles are proud creatures. Not only do they hold grudges, but they also hate fighting against foolish companions. Once Asur begins to assemble an army, the noble ones will join them. They will swoop at the enemy's war machine operators, tear the enemy into pieces with their powerful claws, and then flap their giant wings to quickly escape.

This connection still exists today between Aslay and Aenir and the noble bird, which is located in the Gray Mountains as the elves travel to Elzin Alvin. In times of crisis, the giant eagle will Choose a trustworthy woodland lord and become his mount. This true equal partnership is a supreme honor in the eyes of Aslay and Enil. This kind of union can deepen the lasting friendship between the two groups regardless of life or death.

"If that Asul were here, she would definitely be jumping with her feet and shouting to save it." Yilanya said suddenly as she thought of something.

"Yes." The somewhat weak Drusala affirmed at first, and then laughed thinking about Belloda's possible actions.

Drusala's laughter seemed out of place among the mournful cries of the giant eagles, so that the giant eagles looked at her with puzzled eyes. After she signaled to Yilanya, she gently broke away from Yilanya's support, He walked to Sklaw's side and observed.

The paralyzed Sklaw looked at the approaching Drusala. There was no sadness or joy in its eyes. Most of its identity had been turned to stone. Its tenacious vitality was resisting death, but death was still advancing slowly, eating away at it. Looking at this noble creature.

"If Belloda is here, she will definitely owe me a promise." Drusala touched Sklaw's wings and started thinking, but the next second she felt something was wrong. She had crossed the line. Maybe this was nothing at all. Good thing. She gave up the random thoughts in her mind and began to touch Sklaw's wings attentively. She found that Scraw's wings had been completely petrified, and she could not see the results of the metacarpal bones and finger bones now.

Just as Drusala was checking on Skrow's situation, a shadow passed over the Hawkheath wilderness again, and Darkus and Bargeer appeared.

Under the gaze of the giant dragon and the giant eagle, Darkus and Drusala hugged each other, and then separated amidst Bajir's tut.

"Is it your friend?" Darkus asked, looking at the giant eagle lying on the ground.

"Yes." Bagir looked at his old friend and sighed sadly.

"Now it's your turn to owe me a promise." Darkus ignored the friendship between the giant dragon and the giant eagle. He glanced at Drusala and saw Drusala nodded. He said with a smile. He looked at The big guy running towards him said to Drusala, "I'll go take a look."

While Darkus was patrolling, Drusala took out the bottle in her belt pouch, which was filled with potion. After handing it to Ilanya, she took out another bottle.

"Apply it to the main part of its body. Don't worry about the wings. You are responsible for that." After Drusala's instructions, he applied it under the gaze of the giant dragon and the giant eagle.

This potion is made from the eyes of the Cockatrice, the one that was hunted in the dangerous peaks. While the Cockatrice's eyes can be petrified, it can also reverse the petrification through some means, and this is because it is good at alchemy. What Drusala is good at. It would be better if the Cockatrice's eyes were used. The problem is that the Cockatrice's eyes are too big and inconvenient to carry.

The potion was smeared on Sklaw's beak and head by Drusala and Ilanya in turn, and extended to the body. As the potion was applied, the petrification began to fade away from Sklaw's body. Next, it was necessary to use technology and Work hard, such as... the eighty-year-old hammer and Ji Lun's magic.

"How many sacrifices?" Darkus rode the big guy to the place where the corpses were concentrated, looked at Baine and Shakala and asked.

"Thirty-five, the rest are all injured."

Darkus felt his eyes go dark, and the world was spinning. Baine realized that something was wrong with his situation. As his martial arts teacher, Baine broke through the three-sword etiquette and came to his side to support him as usual.

The personnel on Obion Island went through a wave of adjustments. Some injured were sent back to the Kauchen Plains, and some were added later. As a result, more than ten people were killed when they were setting up a plank with the Yankees in the Sea of ​​Claws. The raid there It didn't cause much damage. After all, it was a well-prepared raid, but this time it was a head-to-head fight with the Slaanesh Demon at its peak.

"I'm fine." Darkus said pretending to be relaxed. Although he was the second-in-command in Nagaroth, his mentality was always a bit awkward. He looked at the casualty numbers on the list and looked at the array in front of him. The mentality of the corpses of his companions was completely different. Some of them even ate the food he cooked and even joked with him. He never became a ruthless ruler in the true sense. He was always one step away from being a ruthless ruler, although he promulgated many ruthless policies.

Baine and Shakala exchanged a look, and then each shook his head secretly.

Darkus unscrewed the sea dragon skin water bag and took a sip, and then poured the water in the water bag on his head. At this moment, he finally felt something was wrong. His state was not right after the shadow moment, and his emotions fluctuated. It's too big. He's not usually this crazy. It seemed that he was inhaled when he was fighting in close combat with Shalaxi. The smell of Shalaxi affected him, and the residue on him has been affecting him.

"According to Aenir's custom, what happens after death?" Darkus asked, looking at the spell-singer who had communicated with him before.

"The corpses will be buried, the city-state relatives will bind the departed souls to gems, and the departed woodland relatives will give their souls to us. Spellweavers will hold rituals regularly and be reborn as tree people." The cursesinger thought. After a moment, he said sadly.

"Help me store my companions." Darkus is not short of gems. He does not want his companions to stay in Lauren Loren and become tree people. His companions do not belong to Lauren Loren, and he does not want his companions to stay in Lauren Loren. Companions report to the Pale Queen or Slaanesh.

Just as Darkus was speaking, Kalien came back with a team of Disaster Walker chariots, and behind the two chariots were dragging the dead cockatrices covered in arrows. Under his arrangement, the Disaster Walker chariot and the still-usable Cold Lizard chariot pulled the dying and injured elves to the Golden Pond under the leadership of the Enils.

Drusala, on the other hand, directed the two Enils to use tools and strike carefully like stonemasons. Soon, Sklaw turned into a bald fuselage without wings amidst Bagir's ridicule.

On the other side, Genevieve put a dagger against the throat of an Enil, leaning against a big tree with her back. She didn't even show her head. One was because of her height, and the other was because she knew that as long as she showed her head, The Aenir hunters could send arrows accurately into her eyes.

"I repeat, I am not! My master is a guest of Lord Kaia!"

"An undead? A guest of Lord Kaia?" Enil sneered at the confrontation.

"It's my master! You idiot!"

Just as Genevieve was confronting, Renn arrived with the Drukis. He looked at the thick Enil army in the forest in the distance. He knew that the main force of Enil had arrived, and he asked to follow them. Druchi stayed here, raised his hands at an appropriate height, and walked over slowly.

"The hour of shadow has passed! The problem of Jinchi has been solved!" Renn probably knew how these Enils came. He also knew that these pioneers were about to reach the limit of their endurance. He said calmly in front of the arrow pointing at him. .

Seeing the Enils communicating with each other with their eyes, Ren knew that his comfort had worked. Then he walked to Genevieve's side while introducing himself and the situation.

When Darkus returned to the Golden Pond in his chariot, the Golden Pond had undergone completely different changes. At the same time, a large group of Aenir, dryads, and various other people gathered in the open space next to the Golden Pond and in the woods behind him. Beast behemoth.

The Drukhi who had been treated by Alyssa, with their flags flying under the leadership of Maranur, lined up neatly and looked at the Enils on the opposite side of the golden pool. While the silent confrontation continued, Bajir, who was carrying Scull on his back, flew to the Golden Pond with the giant eagles.

"Queen Marist is here, Lord Galestela of the Cloudwalker family and Ms. Delina of the Malverick family are also here." Kaia, who acted as a communication bridge, walked to Darkus with elegant steps and whispered said.

Seeing that Darkus didn't move, Kaia had a troubled look on his face.

"We are friends, don't worry, I won't embarrass you." Darkus knew why Kaia was like this. If he was still standing here, it would embarrass Kaia. According to the etiquette and procedures of elf society, he needs to go there , instead he stood there and let Queen Marist, the ruler of Lauren Loren, come over.

Darkus turned his head and looked at Maranur while Genevieve helped him organize his appearance. After seeing Maranur shaking his head slightly, he shrugged slightly. He quickly corrected his attitude. After all, one of the purposes of his coming to Lauren Loren was to engage in diplomacy, not to cause trouble.