Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 497 348. Suddenly no longer sleepy

"Bald heads?" Darkus muttered in a low voice. When he mentioned bald heads, he immediately thought of those bald heads. Bald heads are too common in Altdorf, or Altdorf is basically the base camp of bald heads.

Sigma is the Empire, and the Empire is Sigma. He was the founder and first ruler of the Empire, and as he ascended to godhood, he became a legendary ancestor. A harsh and vengeful god of war, his pact to protect his people will remain unbroken as long as the Empire endures.

This is why the people of the empire call themselves "Sons of Sigmar", just like the elves of the Kingdom of Nagaryth call themselves "Sons of Aenarion", just like the descendants of Yan and Huang in Darkus' previous life, this kind of The title is an honor that is integrated into the bloodline, and does not refer to bloodline. The Emperor of the Empire is known as the "Heir of Sigmar", regardless of his or her ancestry or religious beliefs.

Although Sigmar disappeared after the establishment of the empire, his legend has been passed down, and then extended to the faith, which is the Sigmar Cult. As the official religious order of the Empire, the Cult of Sigmar is dedicated to governing the worship and prayer of Sigmar, the Imperial patron saint.

The Cult of Sigmar was founded by the fanatical monk John Hellström in AD 73, who appeared before the people and recounted the visions he had experienced. Sigmar knelt before Ulric, who then brought the god The crown of sex is placed on Sigmar's forehead, making Sigmar a member of the Old World pantheon.

The cult spread quickly throughout the Empire, so much so that John became the first High Priest of the Cult of Sigmar. From then on, the faith in Sigmar grew steadily over the centuries until it became one of the most powerful religious forces within the Empire, so much so that Sigmar replaced Ulric as the Empire's new Patron of War.

To this day, the worship of Sigmar has become an important part of Imperial society, and nearly every city, town, or village within the Empire has a portion of its wealth and land dedicated to the creation and maintenance of Sigmar churches, where Sigmar priests perform sacred rituals. Prayers and heroic battles to enrich the spirits of the people of the Empire.

As fanatical and pious clerical warriors, the Cult of Sigmar requires its followers to use their own hands and faith to fight against all evil forces in the world, so Sigmar priests always accompany the imperial army on the battlefield. This sense of justice, self-discipline, and divine protection from a loving yet stern god ensured that the Empire became a nation of firm faith, tenacity, and invincibility.

Over time, the Faith of Sigmar, like the Faith of Mannann, has spawned various branches and sects, of which four church groups are the most famous.

Each of these sects has its own characteristics. To put it simply, the Silver Hammer Church is rich in fighting priests and witch hunters. Fighting priests always wear black robes with yellow stripes and protective leather underneath. Holy breastplates and wide-necked high-collared armor with griffons, comets or crosses are the first choice for armor. When a trainee priest is promoted to a combat priest, his head is usually shaved, but not all are bald. Some battle The priest will let the hair grow back piece by piece, retaining the so-called sacred outline, just like the monks in the medieval West in Darkus' previous life.

The Church of the Iron Diamond is a branch of the monastery whose members are isolated from the world in order to protect the oaths and laws of Sigmar. Different monasteries require different clothing and hairstyles. The clothing changes according to the characteristics of each collar, but the only constant is the hair. Believers usually shave their heads, and novice monks also shave their heads. The hair also changes according to the characteristics of each collar. Some monasteries require the hair to be left messy or trimmed into stripes. To put it bluntly, it looks like dog gnawing.

The Church of the Torch is the largest Sigmar church and is composed of Sigmar believers from all over the empire. They are more diverse in terms of customs, with wide and high collars and bald heads being common symbols.

The Church of the Purifying Flame is made up of inquisitors and witch hunters, and the Church strictly controls the uniforms of its members, just as the Church strictly monitors its members. The robes must be black and trimmed with red lines, and the heads of senior members must be carefully shaved.

In addition to these four major sects, Sigmar faith also has military beliefs, such as the Knights of the Heart of Fire, the Knights of the Blood of Sigmar, and the Griffin Knights. These knights also have various dress and hairstyle requirements.

The problem is that Darkus feels something is wrong. The bald head is right, but the shadows and elusiveness have nothing to do with the bald head of Sigmar's faith. Has he been corrupted? Changeling? Otherwise, where did the information about the brass ring come from? Let those heavily armored battle priests appear unknowingly in a room of experienced pickpockets? This is even more difficult than calling Sigma who is trapped in the wind of heaven.

Witch hunter? Although witch hunters belong to the Sigma faith sequence, they are essentially different from Sigma priests. Witch hunters do not have the responsibility to search for traitors, agitators or revolutionaries. They usually look for things related to chaos. Wizards are exposed to the eight winds of magic. Also within this sequence. Generally speaking, witch hunters come in all shapes and sizes, some are cold and calm, and regard what they do as just a job, and some are so fanatical and extreme that they would rather burn down a village than let go of a cultist. Witch hunters are well-equipped and physically strong, and are very good at small-scale combat. They like to use hooded cloaks and headdresses to hide their appearance from overly curious people.

Felix continued to tell his story. When it got light, he quickly got dressed. He did not choose black clothes, but a dark dress. This dress was very special to him, special to his debut. and would only be worn later when a major theft was committed.

And Felix believes that black is not pure. Black stands out against the dark night. Black is more prominent than deep brown and forest green. Then he knelt down and fumbled for his canvas bag from under the mattress. The bag was very small, smaller than his hand, and contained some necessary tools. Then he took out a second canvas bag, which contained three rolls of copper wire, some wax and butter, and some fire-starting odds and ends.

After doing all this, Felix did not set off immediately. He made himself a hearty breakfast and then started exercising. He started exercising in the afternoon. He wanted his body to get into state and waited until evening. After praying to Ranald, he set off.

In the alleys of Dongcheng District, Felix smeared oily ointment on his face, which made his skin dark. A few patches are dark brown, others are olive green, and there's a bit of deeper black around the eyes. He tied his hair back with a slender black band, smeared sticky tar on his soft leather boots, and then blackened all exposed skin, including the skin under the cuffs of his shirt, so that even Nor will his skin betray him when he stretches.

Finally, Felix put on a pair of soft leather gloves and took a few deep breaths to adjust his breathing. He was very nervous, and every muscle was tense. He knew that the Forest House was the territory of the elves. Although he had never been there, he could always hear the widows and widows mention it. He did a series of stretches, relaxing his muscles from his fingertips to the soles of his feet. He tried to focus on the blood flowing in his body so that he would relieve the tension. He walked through the narrow alley that had to be sideways between two buildings and through the rooftops of the city. He couldn't risk lighting a lamp, which meant Then he had to slow down.

When the midnight bell rang in Altdorf, Felix appeared in a place shrouded in thick fog. He was hidden on the roof. The thick fog prevented him from seeing the distance. He could only see the sound of the night watchman's lantern. Dim light, light broke the shadows, and he waited patiently for the night watchman with the lantern to leave.

Felix was completely immersed in this task, and the overwhelming sense of urgency was gone. He walked on, ducked under a rope that stretched between two chimneys, and huddled beside a third chimney. He tried to scan the surrounding houses to find the best path between where he was and the Forest House. In the thick fog, he could barely see that some buildings around the Forest House had been burned by fire, which made His job was much easier.

Even without the twin moons, Felix could still see the road ahead clearly. This feeling came from his talent. He used this talent to cross the Isthmus of Lustria alone and return to the port. He moved forward, habitually keeping Low in stature, his movements are purely instinctive, and he's been a thief long enough to know when to trust his instincts.

The place Felix passed was a three-story house, with large balconies on the second and third floors. Fortunately, these two areas are not cluttered with flower pots or other small odds and ends that might make noise. The distance between the two buildings was very short, but he was unwilling to jump over, but he had no choice. He took two steps back, and then quickly jumped from the roof.

His wrist hit the wire on the balcony. Felix's legs were dangling in the air and kept swinging. One of his hands almost caught the wire, and his fingers slipped from the wire and teetered. He kicked down twice, giving his body enough power to climb up. He used his hands alternately to pull himself up to the balcony. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. He climbed up, stood on the handrail of the balcony, and reached out to grab the sink. He prayed silently, praying that the sink was safe enough to bear his weight and could sustain him for as long as he needed. seconds.

When Felix climbed up, the metal sink made a groaning sound and then fell to the street. Unknown to him at this time, the sound of the sink alerted Genevieve who was wandering around.

Felix lay there, listening to the sounds of the night, and turned over on his back. After a moment he stood up and tiptoed across the flat roof like a cat. He kicked a tile away with his feet, and the tile fell from high altitude onto the cobblestone road, making a sound in the silent night.

Genevieve, who was already approaching Felix, naturally heard the sound of breaking tiles. She was sure that there should be a companion moving nearby, not a careless cat. Kicking tiles is a very common practice, and if the sound of the tiles breaking does not attract the attention of those around you, it means that the area is safe.

Felix stayed there for a moment. After confirming that there was no alarm, he approached the forest home. The vines on the wall had many places to climb, but the moisture made the vines smooth, and the wooden buildings connected the vines together. , he carefully tested the vines to see how much tension the vines could withstand. It can only be said that he was too far away from magic. When he did this, Enil of Forest House was alarmed.

"It will all be over in a while." Felix whispered, as if he was cheering himself up. Then he swallowed and climbed up the vine. The vine drooped slightly under his weight, but in his hands The vines remained strong as they alternately swung forward. He successfully found the way, he knew the way in, but he could feel that someone was watching him from behind.

There was a window on the wall wrapped in vines. Felix crept up to the window, then readjusted his position. He approached the window in a swinging manner. His movements were fast, and he quickly checked. Regarding the lock on the window, he found that the window was locked from the inside, but this did not trouble him. He took out a suitable lockpick from his canvas bag and quickly opened the lock inside the window.

Felix gave a victorious smile, he gently pushed open the window, and then entered the window. At this moment, his smile froze on his face, and something hit him hard in the chest, which seemed to be an arrow. His body flew backwards under the tremendous force. When he tried to stand up, he saw a figure appear at the window he entered from the corner of his eye. Then he was kicked to the ground by the elves who came in, and his head hit the floor hard. He was dizzy and tried to see his surroundings, but he couldn't see anything.

"Fool, fool, fool." The dragged Felix kept cursing himself for being a fool, a damn fool, all because of his damn curiosity. When he came to, he appeared in a strange place and was forced to kneel on the ground as if waiting for his death.

"Bald head? Could it be? No way?" Dacus sat on the chair and yawned continuously. While he frowned and listened to Felix's story, he continued to think about the bald head. He suddenly thought of other things, except for the Faith of Sigmar. Apart from those bald heads, that one is the only one left. Moreover, the characteristics of shadow and elusiveness also matched up, and his behavior was very difficult and cunning, just like a poisonous snake dormant in the shadow, waiting for an opportunity. When he thought about this, he suddenly felt no longer sleepy. If it was really That guy would have fun if he had a bald head.

"Our great poet, what do you think of his story?" Darkus stood up from his chair, took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time. The short hand of the pocket watch was about to point to the twelve position. , a few minutes later it was three o'clock in the middle of the night, and there were still three hours before dawn. After checking the time, he put the pocket watch back, turned his head and asked Tolandir who was recording.

Tolandir, who was recording the guest's narration, stopped moving. In his opinion, the content of the guest's narration was very exciting and provided him with rich creative inspiration and sources. Perhaps in the near future he can make appropriate adaptations and adapt it into a story full of stories. Mysterious story. Just when he was about to say something in high spirits, he paused for a moment. He suddenly realized that Darkus was not speaking Elsalin, but poor Reik. He turned his attention to the human lying on the ground. After he recovered, he understood that when Darkus asked him, he was also talking to humans, and his words might affect the fate of humans.

"A very exciting story, the encounter on the mysterious continent, and then the meeting again with Ersin Alvin a few years later, and in this way. The mysterious figure, terrifying..." Tolandir thought briefly. He replied after a while, and paused again in the middle of speaking. Originally, he wanted to say a threat, but Darkus' actions just now would cause some ambiguity in his words. He continued, "But This story is not perfect. In my opinion, the story is only halfway through, and what follows...should be the climax of the story."

Darkus, who was standing there, nodded first, then raised his head and rubbed his chin to look at the huge chandelier hanging on the ceiling of the hall. Thoughts kept appearing in his mind. If it was as he guessed, , this is a very good opportunity, but that person is a bit cunning, and time... In his opinion, Felix is ​​just a piece of grass, and he can scare the snake away. The moment Felix failed, he and that person had already been Shocked at the same time.

Under normal circumstances, Darkus would choose to ignore it or attack in the opposite direction. And if he were that person, he would definitely hide and hide somewhere in Altdorf, or choose to leave Altdorf immediately and find an opportunity to make plans later. It's a bit difficult to do, but it doesn't seem to be difficult?

Darkus looked at Colonia, who was sitting next to Tolandir. The advanced alchemy of the ancient saints was idealistic and magical when it could not be explained scientifically. He just saw it in the folded space. When he arrived at the illusion reserved for him by the ancient saint, in addition to the hard-working kitchen knives, the spellcasters who accompanied him also got opportunities. After he broke away from the illusion, he saw spellcasters sitting on the ground in various postures or floating cross-legged in the air. Later, he learned that the casters had understood advanced magic in the illusion as if they had been initiated.

As we all know, Quish, that is, high magic, can only be mastered by Slann magic priests and elves, but the latter cannot be like the former. It requires a procedure. Assur in Ulthuan needs the blessing of the Eternal Queen. Aslay of Loren needs Ariel's blessing. Only by completing this prerequisite can the elf learn advanced magic. As for Naga Rose and Lauren Loren? No……

It's amazing. Whether it's the Eternal Queen or Ariel, they all represent Elsa. Only Elsa can do it, and neither Hecate, Hoss, nor Lilith, the elven gods related to magic, can do it.

In the folded space, these spellcasters who were not blessed by Aisha actually broke through the restrictions, which made Darkus think again. Maybe Aisha is different from Asuryan. Aisha is not an ancient saint, but like According to legend and recorded, Elsa is indeed the creator of the elves, which seems to conflict but does not conflict. If he were an ancient saint, he could use advanced alchemy or advanced biotechnology to let Aisha create, DIY according to Aisha's needs, and shape the elves as a race.

The Ancient Saint created the elves, and the Elf God Aisha created the elves. Isn’t this right? Everything suddenly became reasonable. As for Asuryan... the toad-faced Asuryan was too difficult to break down. What kind of heresy is this? Maybe Darkus will know if he asks when he sees Aisha again. . Then, the Ancient Saint gave Aisha another Ancient Saint device, or taught Aisha a method so that Aisha could give the so-called blessing to the elves and then learn advanced magic. There seems to be nothing wrong with this?

Perhaps Tigris, Fenrael, and Bedyal, the Asur archmages who came to Elsin Alvin in 2302 in the Imperial Calendar to help humans fight against Chaos, also encountered the same situation from the folded space. Fenrael , Bedyal and Teclis are also good at using advanced magic, but...

Darkos looked at the other spell casters, and he found that most of the spell casters did not listen to the boring stories told by the guests, but entered meditation, seeming to be digesting what they had just encountered in the folded space.

"What should I say? Sleeping or having fun?" Maranur, who was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, spat out the chewing tobacco juice into the jar on the table, stood up, stretched and looked at his brother asked.

"There are still three hours until dawn." Darkus thought for a moment and then said decisively. The third generation head of the von Carstein family is really too attractive to him. If there is no result tonight , maybe it will be hundreds of years before we can make contact again? Why leave regrets to the future? Why not grasp the present moment firmly.

As Darkus's words fell, the spellcasters gradually left their meditation. The expressions of the elf warriors became serious and they stood up from their chairs. They knew that Darkus did not seem to answer Maranur's question. , but the decision has actually been made.

"My brother, in addition to the snake head, the curse, and the ivory fork bell you gave to the skink, this ring is also a trophy I obtained in Kurish. This ring is very special. During the production process, it left an extremely Hidden mezzanine." Colonia, who was not meditating, responded to Darkus. She stretched out her left hand to Darkus. There were two rings on her outstretched left hand. She pointed to the purple ring on her ring finger. Seeing that Darkus didn't understand, she continued, "I can now add black magic to the outer layer of the ring for disguise, and the interlayer inside..."

"How about soul quenching?" Colonia finally looked at Drusala, with a sinister smile on her face, and Drusala, who felt her gaze, responded with the same smile. , then she asked sinisterly.

Colonia's words were approved by all the spellcasters. Soul Tempering is a newly learned advanced magic they learned in the illusion of folded space. Unlike light magic, Soul Tempering will burst out with a bright light once it is activated. The enemy His soul will be burned as easily as snuffing out a spark. Even if they can't be burned to death, the moment their souls are burned, they can lock onto the enemy immediately. It's like a bright light in the darkness. Unless they are blind, it is difficult not to see it.

"Just don't kill him." Darkus said with a smile. Although he couldn't cast spells, he knew what the word soul quenching meant when he heard it. He didn't want that person to treat him like this before he saw him. It would be such a pity to die in Altdorf in such a way. After thinking for a moment, he looked at Maranur. After his brother nodded to him, he waved to the elves.

Under Maranur's control, the elves began to disperse, either to change defenses to replace the companions guarding the stables, or to go upstairs to prepare the next thing. Darkus was unprepared, Walter's hammer and trident were enough.

"Never lie to a liar, how philosophical this sentence is. Felix, your name reminds me of a person who is a scholar and a warrior at the same time. Unlike him, you It's okay to wear your finery to a society party, but that doesn't make you a gentleman, you're a thief. Either way, you're a thief and a liar, and your curiosity got you into big trouble.

If we had met somewhere else in Altdorf, and you would not have been treated like this, I might have warmly invited you to dine. In my opinion, your experience is really amazing. I want to hear your story about how you crossed the jungle of the Isthmus of Lustria alone and returned to the port safely. "Dakus sat back on the chair again, and he used the remaining time to chat with Felix.

"I still want to thank you for your kindness. If you hadn't let me pack my backpack at that time, I wouldn't have been able to swim in that lake, let alone return to the port and return to the old world." Felix, who was kneeling on the ground, knew that before him The elf's first words were filled with emotion, but although he said so later, he didn't want to hear his story about the mysterious continent. Thoughts flashed rapidly in his mind, and he knew that what he said next would affect his fate.

"Smooth-tongued, listen, how eloquent you are." Darkus laughed after hearing Felix's words, and then turned his head to look at Franais, who had been standing next to him in full armor, pointing at Felix and saying , after seeing Franais nod with some disapproval, he looked at Felix and asked, "By the way, what kind of punishment will you get if you are caught red-handed in human society? It should be quite severe, right?" "

Felix's body trembled after hearing the elf's words. Although he was lying on the ground, he could hear the elves dispersed after studying something, maybe to prepare, maybe to do something, but the elf's The words made him unsure again. As the elf said, never lie to a liar. If he says there will be no punishment, he is no longer cheating a liar, but is playing a fool. This is irritating the other party, and the result of irritation is He couldn't bear it. Likewise, as the elf says, he can wear his finery to a society party, but he is still a liar, and if he is ever caught, the fate that awaits him will be cruel.

Just as thoughts were rushing through Felix's mind, Darkus' words interrupted his thoughts.

"Perhaps, you don't know that we elves have a kind of terrifying magic, which is even more terrifying than what you experienced this morning. The magic will pull your soul out of your body. The magic will know everything from your birth to the present, including some things that were Memories deliberately forgotten. You should feel lucky that you did not encounter such horrific treatment. In a way, you should thank me."

After Felix heard the elf's words, his body shook like chaff. The elf's words reminded him of everything he had experienced in the morning. He did not think that the elf was deceiving him. He knew that he was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. He could only He kept banging his forehead on the floor, making a thumping sound.

"What did you just say? Oh, by the way, the end! Being beaten? Having your hands chopped off? Being thrown into prison? Being burned on the stake? This is really cruel." As Darkus said, he put his hand into his arms and dug it out. He took out a ruby ​​that was as big as an egg and in excellent condition, and then he threw the ruby ​​in front of Felix.

"Stop making this regular banging sound. You're not a musician and you can't impress me by doing this. And your regularity bores me. The sound reminds me all the time that you're a liar." "

Felix's movements paused. He no longer touched the floor with his forehead. His eyes were also attracted by rubies. As a liar, he knew that rubies were in very good condition and could be said to be priceless. When made into jewelry, Will be the most dazzling presence at the party.

"Your crimes in human society have nothing to do with me. You also paid the price for your trip to the Lustria continent and here. As our great poet said, the story is only halfway through, and this ruby ​​is It is the beginning of the next story. Before dawn, you will not be a thief or a liar, but an actor. The script is also very simple.

You have to assume that you have stolen the ring and you are going to return to your residence. What's the line? No, it all depends on your personal performance, how about it? The script is very free, and you can even freely choose how to return to your residence, but I suggest you start from here and go around Dongcheng District before returning to Nancheng District. No offense intended, but in my opinion you have to accept this script. "

Felix was lying on the ground and nodded tremblingly. In his opinion, he had no choice.

"So, do we have a deal?"

"This all sounds too easy, noble lord, I will give you a gorgeous performance." At this time, Felix heard the approaching footsteps. These footsteps were different from before, and they were heavier than the previous sounds. Some. As if he had been blessed by Ranald, he knocked his forehead heavily on the floor, and then took the ruby ​​​​with his right hand to support his body. After doing all this, he took a few steps back in an awkward posture and walked away from He stood up on the ground and bowed his head in humility to salute the elf.

"Can I trust you? Like in Dongcheng District?" Darkus asked, looking at Gilead who was standing not far from him after getting ready.

"certainly!"

"You are familiar with Altdorf. Next, you lead a team and I will follow you." Darkus, who got Gilead, nodded first and then said. After finishing speaking, he looked at the heavily armed Enil maid and the Enil guide who usually led him, and said, "You will be in charge of the other team."

After speaking, Darkus stood up and stretched, and then walked out of the main entrance of the Forest House and walked into the square obscured by fog, just like he had done a few hours ago.