Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Legend has it that a Druchi named Darkus was the chief consul of Druchi, and all the Druchis respectfully called him "Dakong".

Dagong, who calls himself the God of Tzeentch, often tells Druchi around him that he likes Tzeentch the most, who can control the wind and rain, can be powerful and small, and is ever-changing. He carved a pair of condors on the stone pillars in front of his house, representing the ever-changing Tzeentch. The eagles raised their heads high, stared, opened their mouths, and danced their claws, looking very majestic.

There is also a pair of condors on the roof, facing each other, fighting for an orb that symbolizes change. There are also eagles everywhere in the garden, and the stones, walls, and steps are all decorated with eagle graphics. In addition, the furniture in the house, the tableware for eating, and the bedding for sleeping are all related to the eagle.

Being fond of Tzeentch is indispensable for Dagong. Not only can he see the condor anytime and anywhere where he lives, but he can't live without the condor in his daily life. Whenever he has free time every day, he draws and writes. What he draws is a condor and what he writes about is a condor.

One day, Dagong came to the Demon Realm of Chaos. Suddenly there was a heavy storm, lightning and thunder. He was frightened and hurriedly checked the situation. Unexpectedly, Tzeentch landed on his shoulder like a condor.

Dagong was suddenly frightened out of his mind. Seeing that he had nowhere to escape, his face turned pale with fright, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Tzeentch looked at Dagong who was frightened and fell to the ground. He felt confused and had to leave in disappointment.

In fact, this Dagong didn't really like Tzeentch, he just liked things that seemed strange and strange to express himself in front of everyone. This story uses a very vivid metaphor to satirize the Dafa figures who are not worthy of their name and are inconsistent with their appearance, and exposes their bad ideas and bad styles that only sing high-pitched words and are not practical.

Darkus is now similar to the Duke in the story, but he has not yet been frightened to the point where his face turns pale and he collapses to the ground, unconscious. There was some confusion in his chaotic brain. The scenery around him clearly seemed to be the realm of Nurgle. Why did Tzeentch appear on his shoulder? He was now absolutely sure that the crow standing on his shoulder was Tzeentch.

After hearing what Darkus said, Tzeentch stopped laughing, and his eyes looked incomprehensible, absurd, and unbelievable. And it turned into excited breathing and gave birth to liquid from its beak.

"Say something." Darkus really has no more curses now, and Tzeentch is on his shoulders. What can he do? The elves and gods formed a group to get him? Or the Ancient Saint? He had no choice but to bite the bullet and come.

"I am the Lord of Fate...I see the end of all things...I see..." Tzeentch spoke again, but his many voices were dwindling with each descent. At the end of the sentence, Tzeentch paused, and the crow's head suddenly looked into Darkvus's eyes. He stared into Darkvus's eyes. At this moment, the Lord of Destiny was actually unable to discern the fate of Darkus, but he saw more changes that made him ecstatic.

Darkus felt Tzeentch's gaze, and his eyes seemed to become a mysterious focus, arousing the curiosity of the Lord of Destiny. A force that goes against the laws of the universe begins to surge. In this mysterious exchange, the rules of the universe seem to be broken, and the melodies of change become more complex.

"Change is what I pursue. In your existence, I have seen changes that I like. You are also a creator of change and a challenger to the master of my destiny!"

At the same time, Tzeentch changed again. He was just about to use madness and dementia to attack the mortals who had brought many changes to him. When the mortal body died, the mortal soul would be taken to his hall and stayed there forever. He serves. But He found that such changes were less than what He now saw, and His plans and assumptions changed again.

Darkus felt that the crow had changed again. The crow's eyes began to be sunken, burning with purple and sapphire-like flames. At the same time, the scene around him also changed. The crow on his shoulder disappeared. Instead, a bipedal humanoid figure with an invisible face appeared in front of him. The hooded person stretched out his hand to him. , he stretched out his hand involuntarily, and the moment his hand rested on the hooded man's hand, the scene changed again. He followed the hooded man as he walked along a road he had never seen before. A place that shouldn't exist.

Finally, Darkus and the hooded man entered a gate, and he vaguely spied many thrones, four of which were particularly conspicuous, and some thrones had been forgotten.

"This is the throne of the ancient gods." The hooded man said in a mocking tone, pointing to the forgotten throne.

Darkus felt as if he was in a huge temple of the soul, surrounded by these thrones. Each one was a symbol of emotion and wisdom, some were great, some were stupid, some were useless, and some were inexplicable. The fog filled the air, and absurd laughter echoed, as if it was a confused dream. He couldn't help but feel confused, his thoughts became confused in the stupid atmosphere, swallowing him like an invisible whirlpool.

A mouth appeared in the missing face of the hooded man, making a smile. In this smile, Darkus seemed to see all the malice, all the pity and all the cruel humor in the world.

"Aren't you curious that there is no other door but this one?"

"This place is full of chaos, power and struggle. If I guessed correctly, it should be this door. Yes, there is only this door, and there is only one kingdom behind the door." Darkus' brain was constantly churning. , but he knew who the hooded man in front of him was, he knew what was at the door, and he also knew why the hooded man brought him here to let him see this.

The Hooded Man allowed Darkus to see the nature of the subspace. In the subspace, there were not only the Chaos Gods, but also the gods believed by mortals. The thrones he saw represented the corresponding gods.

The Warp lies beyond all illumination of reason and reality, where the Chaos Gods confront each other in a never-ending struggle for power. If one Chaos God grows in power, other Chaos Gods will begin to plot against him, uniting disparate forces with a common goal.

But even so, each Chaos God will ensure that he stands out from these unreliable alliances in order to obtain more benefits. This endless pursuit of hegemony is called "The Great Game." In this endless confrontation, no god can perform as well as Tzeentch. Although Tzeentch's armies are often defeated on the battlefield, Tzeentch enjoys manipulating other Chaos Gods, tormenting the ever-raging Khorne or endlessly seducing the proud Slaanesh.

And those gods that mortals say they believe in can only...

"Mortals have seen too much, but understood too little, and you... are so different, you have not become crazy." The hooded man laughed, his voice reverberating with a thousand sounds. , and then he sighed.

“Just as the desires and desires of the gods shaped the mortal world, so the mortal world shaped the world of the gods through their actions and desires. The worlds of gods and mortals intertwined and influenced each other, and our actions and desires became The clues in this interweaving. But I am not anyone’s believer, nor am I anyone’s follower. I only believe in myself. Maybe I am also the reason why I did not fall into madness after seeing the essence.

I will not look for light in eternity, maybe I am worried about encountering darkness, because eternity is neither light nor darkness. If it were described by one color, it should be: gray, gray in chaos. I somewhat understand the nature of this world. Although our paths are different, in the end we reach the same destination through different paths. There are changes, all kinds of changes. The important thing is that these changes match our changes. "

At this moment, Darkos's mind was no longer filled with chaos, and he was not overwhelmed by this kind of thing like a mortal, turning into a madman or an indescribable monster. At this moment, his mind was exceptionally clear, and he met Tzeentch's expectations of him. He saw the nature and changes of the world.

"Change is the normal state of the universe. It runs through the long river of time and covers all processes of existence. From micro to macro, whether it is the explosion of planets, the formation of galaxies, or the bloom of all things on the earth after spring, it is a continuous process in the universe. The change.

In the vastness of the universe, the life and destruction of stars alternate, and the evolution of planets is full of endless possibilities. Just like the change of seasons, the flowers bloom in spring, the sun shines in summer, the leaves fall in autumn, and the snow covers in winter. The cycle of changes shows the continuance and change of all things.

Change is both a creative and destructive force. The explosion of planets may bring destruction, but it also creates opportunities for the birth of new galaxies. The flourishing of all things in spring is a symbol of the vitality of the earth, and this is also the moment when life continues to usher in new beginnings.

We may pursue different goals on different paths, but in the end, we are all in this eternal flow. What we are about to witness is not destruction after change, is it? Because that doesn't fit with our changes, we're like... chess? Yes, chess is a game that transcends time and space, a collision between mortals and gods, and a conflict of change. The outcome of the game should be what we want to see, not what they want to see. "Darkus put his hands behind his back and paced in place. He asked after hearing the words of the hooded man.

"Destruction, destruction, destruction, destruction." Darkus's words seemed to touch upon the mystery of the fate of the universe, but the hooded man's reaction seemed puzzling, as he kept mumbling in his mouth.

"But the end of you and your people and your wretched creations has long been decided, as has everything behind this door. Chaos has come and will change all that is bestowed upon us. Change will change the future, when I arrive You will be there to witness, and you will also witness everything you have done." The hooded man seemed to be smiling, a smile full of ancient wisdom, "The end of the world is an inevitable stage, and we will be there. There is a special role on this stage. Whether it is creation or destruction, this is the rhythm of the universe."

Hearing Tzeentch's words, Darkus felt a wave of emotion in his heart. He seemed to feel the challenge he was about to face, and he also realized that he had a certain destiny on his shoulders. However, he is not afraid, but has a curiosity about the unknown and a positive exploration mentality.

"It depends on how we will greet it. It depends on our choices and actions. No matter what the end is, we will find our place in this change." Darkus's voice was full of firmness and determination. He stopped pacing, stared at the hooded man, and continued, "But we should never be the spokesperson of destruction, we are the artists of creation. Change is a strange concerto, and the ending should be a picture full of vitality. and hope, and let those three hate the picture.”

"Don't deceive yourself into thinking that you have chosen this path yourself. Perhaps this path has been decided hundreds of millions of years ago. Perhaps you were nothing at that time, just primitive fragments floating in the subspace, so... Change is inevitable, but you are right, I want to create my own change."

The words of the hooded man were full of profound insights into the destiny of the universe, causing Darkus to fall into thinking about his own destiny. The past, present, and future seemed to be intertwined, and the river of time became blurred at this moment, leaving him confused.

"Perhaps I have some kind of connection as early as the birth of the universe, and my choice is just a moment in the long river of the universe." Darkus pondered, he felt the bond between himself and the universe, he said deeply , "But even so, I still have the power to create my own changes in this brief moment."

"I am the manipulator of destiny, and everything is just a puppet dancing on my strings! The change of the universe has long been destined, but every creator is the sculptor of the universe. While changing, it is also the order I have given. "The hooded man nodded, a mysterious smile looming under the veil.

"Change is an unstoppable trend, but my choices and actions are creating my own unique ripples. Let me create my own changes, dance with the universe, and dance with chaos." Darkus smiled slightly With a smile, he seemed to understand some profound truth.

"How about returning to my palace with me, let us create our own changes together." The hooded man said and extended his hand to Darkus again.

"Sorry, I think I can create changes in my world. That's what I'm good at."

"It is an interesting change to create changes with you. You rejected me, but you also convinced me. Being rejected is also a part of the change. I am even more looking forward to the next change." The hooded man smiled, There seems to be a hint of expectation beneath the veil of mystery. "Your choice is also a change. Each individual has his own path and trajectory, which eventually overlaps with mine."

"It's normal to be rejected. Like you said, this is also part of the change. I have rejected many people before, such as Asuryan, who you may not like, or Kane?"

"Under your changes, they are not living well now. This is contrary to your previous changes." The hooded man whispered while letting out a weird smile.

"My changes have led to their plight?" Darkus frowned slightly. He pretended to have some thoughts about his behavior, "What I pursue is creation, not destruction. Could it be that my creation leads to coming……"

"Darkus, put away your poor performance. I want to remind you that the boundaries of change are often blurred, and the changes you created before involve a larger cosmic order. The power of the gods cannot be underestimated. They also have their own rules and balances, which is why I noticed you."

"Perhaps I need to be more cautious? Not only create, but also lead changes responsibly?" Darkus said with a sense of responsibility flashing in his eyes, which seemed to be a warning to himself.

"You have to remember that change is always a double-edged sword, requiring great wisdom and delicate balance. I hope you can find the right track in creation." The hooded man laughed again watching Darkus' performance. He said with a smile, and there was a profound meaning in that smile.

The scene around Darkus changed again, and he returned to the previous realm of Nurgle. That moment was like a brief illusion, the crow was still on his shoulder, and the scene around him was still frozen.

"Is this the Demon Realm of Chaos?" Darkus pointed to the looming palace deep in the swamp in the distance, as if his hearing was not very good, and roared at the crow on his shoulder.

"You don't have to shout so loudly, I don't think this is a change." The crow looked at Darkus with its sunken eyes with purple-blue flames, and said in Darkus' mind. After a moment, he Then he said, "This is the Chaos Demon Realm, but it's not. This is the outermost edge of the Chaos Demon Realm."

"It doesn't matter. Do you want to see this place turn into a crystal forest?" After the discussion, Darkus still pointed at the palace and asked. He didn't ask about the mess. Lying is instinctive and part of the change. He knew better than to ask random questions in this situation, and he didn't even ask where Tzeentch's exit was. He didn't want to go to Tzeentch's palace as a guest right now. While he was drinking tea and talking with Tzeentch, he let those ever-changing people Does the Lord teach magic to the casters behind him?

Each Chaos God has a special nemesis, and they hate their nemesis with a special hatred.

The nemesis of Tzeentch is the Lord of Decay, Nakug. While he rejoices in change and chaos full of infinite possibilities, Nakug is also spreading decay and despair. Nakug teaches his followers to indulge in despair. , accepting the nature of things without reservation. The Lord of Destiny rightly despises such idleness, and takes every opportunity to burn the land filled with the putrid slime of Nirvana, transforming the Garden of the Plague God into a crystallized forest of his own domain. Whether on the nightmarish battlefields of the Realm of Chaos or in the war-torn lands of Mortal, Tzeentch and Nakru never miss an opportunity to compete.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Tzeentch appears here, because a good show and changes are about to take place.

"Of course." The weird laughter appeared in Darkus' mind again.

"If you have the opportunity to be a guest at my place, I will entertain you warmly, hahahaha. Of course, you can also call me. Also, your time is running out, and He has noticed your arrival..."

The crow spread its wings and flew into the black-green sky. Its figure flew rapidly in the air, leaving a black trail, and then gradually disappeared in the boundless sky. The moment He disappeared, the pervasive mysterious stillness was broken. His departure seemed to take away a wonderful existence, but it also brought more changes.

Darkus sat directly on the ground. As the crow disappeared, the elves behind him also resumed their movements. But the elves seemed to be hit by some invisible impact, and fell into deep shock and fear.

The elves looked at each other with confusion and confusion in their eyes. The trembling bodies and twitching lips express their inner turmoil and unspeakable troubles. They opened and closed their mouths but the words never came out, and some simply sat on the ground like Darkus.

Darkus knew the troubles of his companions. He turned over on the ground with the Trident of the Sea, and his eyes fell on the elves beside him. The elves took a step back in unison with his movements.

"That crow is not a prophecy, it's just what you think." Darkus looked at the frightened elves and said calmly with a smile, his tone revealing a deep and rational tone. There seems to be an understanding of fate in his smile. He paused and turned his gaze to Tolandir, "If you don't want to become a madman, I suggest you not to include this paragraph in the poem. This is not a good thing. It will cause His displeasure."

"Darkus, are you still you? You..." Asanok asked cautiously.

"Are you who you are now, the same person you were a second ago?" Darkus coughed after taking a breath of the stinky breath, and then asked flatly.

Asanok, who was about to say something, stopped talking and fell into deep thought. He stared at Darkus silently, trying to clear his thoughts. In the silent atmosphere, time seemed to have frozen again.

"Perhaps, we are constantly changing every moment? A brand new self every second? The me of the last second may no longer exist the next moment?" After a moment, Belloda spoke first, her voice There was a trace of confusion in her words, and a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in her eyes as she spoke, as if she understood some profound truth at this moment. She continued, "Perhaps it is this process of constant change that gives life With meaning. Our existence is to find our own trajectory in this endless change."

"Life is a continuous flow, and every moment is a new beginning. We cannot stand still, nor can we go back to the past. We are now part of this ever-changing world." Darkus clicked He nodded and said, and took another deep breath and said slowly again, "Maybe I shouldn't have appeared, you are the only one here, but a thought made me appear here.

I have created changes, and the changes I have created affect your changes. Maybe you will die here in the future, or maybe you will live on in the future. This is change. And you who are alive will bring more changes, changes, changes, endless.

This is also the reason why He will fall on my shoulders, and this is only one ten thousandth of the changes I have created. In just a moment, He allowed me to see the essence of this world. I am sorry to say that this world has always been Chaotic, the changes we create are bound to attract Him, and this is not the first time. "

Darkus said with more understanding at the same time. Some of the things he did before were to circumvent Tzeentch, but now this restriction seems to have been broken? This change was different from what he expected. He felt like he had really become the Chosen God of Tzeentch, the kind of champion who could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Great Demon of Tzeentch. Ye Gong loves dragons. He usually thinks that he is the Chosen of Tzeentch, but he has really become the Chosen of Tzeentch, of course in another way.

"You are right. The emergence of every life is a change, a rewriting of the laws of the universe. Perhaps your appearance is not a coincidence, but the weaver of fate." Asanok was silent for a moment and then slowly In response, he suddenly felt a breeze blowing by. He felt the deep meaning of Darkus's words. He seemed to be able to understand the mystery of fate contained in them. He continued, "Our choices and actions may affect The direction of this world. Yes, we create order in chaos and guide our own direction under unavoidable circumstances. This may be the meaning of our existence."

"Although we don't want to touch this topic,...change is inevitable, and the changes I created based on what I thought and made unknowingly attracted His attention." Darkus smiled slightly. When he smiled, there was a hint of depth in his eyes. After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and clenched his fist. He smiled and said in a negative tone, "But I never think that I am the weaver of fate. I! Darkus!" I am the conqueror of destiny! I will break all this and create a new change! A change that suits us."

“Yes, we may never escape the effects of chaos, but we can choose how to respond.”

Colonia's voice rang out in the still and fetid air, and there was a profound philosophy in her words. She reminds the elves that while the influence of Chaos may always be present, the elves have the right to choose how to respond to it. This seems to be the reason why the elves came here, and also the reason why the mysterious existence appeared.

After hearing Colonia's words, the elves may have found a glimmer of hope in their hearts. In the face of chaos, they are not powerless to struggle, but they can choose to face it with tenacity to meet changes and challenges.

"He kindly reminded me that we don't have much time left. Some of you may... don't know, while I am being watched closely by this one, I am also being watched especially by another. Maybe it won't be long before? Forget it, if you don’t want to be like in Jinchi, we’d better end this great...adventure as soon as possible and return to where we belong.”

Darkus said this. He didn't say anything. Tzeentch didn't look at you just now. If Tzeentch looked at you, maybe you have all become madmen at this moment, especially the spell caster.

This kind of words are like a mental seal. It would be better if you don't say them, but if you say them, it will tempt Darkus's companions to think about them, which will lead to more terrible consequences. He didn't think that Tzeentch had just done anything to his companions. Tzeentch came completely after him. Besides, his companions were crazy, which was not in line with Tzeentch's changes. If Tzeentch did this, he should not be nagging here, but go to Tzeentch's Crystal Maze to have friendly talks with the Lords of Change and the Clerks.

"Let's set off." After Darkus said that, he took the lead into the smelly swamp.