Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 503 354. Is the signal bad?

"Can you provide some horse gear?" After Darkus walked out of the coffin to conclude, he looked at the sky in the distance and rubbed his chin and asked Tillman beside him.

"Harness? Of course!" Tillman also looked at the sky in the distance after he came out. After hearing the elf's question, he answered directly without thinking.

"How about the raven?" Darkus laughed heartily after hearing Tillman's refreshing answer. In his opinion, the High Priest of Mor in front of him had no political talent at all. If he were on the other side now, he would ask for more benefits, he suddenly had a bad taste, he said to Tillman with a smile.

Tillman, like the other Moore priests waiting outside the coffin, wore unadorned black robes without any insignia of rank. Their hair is generally short and their faces are clean-shaven. Most people think that Moore's priests are serious, solemn, and quiet people. However, this may be just a stereotype. After all, humans usually interact with Moore's priests in At the funeral scene.

After Darkus chatted with Tillman for a few words, he found that Tillman was quite humorous. In addition to the distress and exhaustion of dealing with other sects and political groups, Tillman was very interested in burial techniques, sewing skills and melodious music. Have a very unique understanding. It may be true that sociables, frivolous people, and hedonists are not inclined to worship the god of the dead, but the priests of Mor are likely to surprise those who think they are familiar with them.

"How about the Raven Knights?" Looking at Tillman's unclear gaze, Darkus continued to respond with a smile. He found that he really couldn't give names, so he couldn't call them Knights of the Black Rose or Knights of Eternal Light.

The empire is very chaotic. Politically, it is in the era of the Three Emperors. In addition to politics, religion is also very chaotic. Either this god is the other god, and there are many branches of factions under each god. Poseidon Mannann mentioned before Pass. The same is true for Mor. The sect does not have an official Temple Knights, and the existence of the Black Guard is the knights of the Mor sect, but it is still a bit particular to elaborate.

The Knights of the Black Rose are named after More. This knighthood was established after the Black Death period in the empire. Its size and number are uncertain, and it is composed of noble members. He rose to prominence in the Three Emperors era and was once the bodyguard of the elector of Stirland. However, this loyalty is open to question. There were records of three changes of ownership during the civil war. The Elector of Talabek served as a bodyguard. From then on, the knights were stationed in Talabek. Although it was in the name of religion, successive Grand Masters used the Knights as a political bargaining chip.

There is also an order of Raven Knights, officially called the Knights of Well-Deserved Sleep by the Empire. Members are recruited from vampire hunters and are experts in fighting the undead. Their base is located at Siegfriedhof near Sylvania. . It is now the time of the First Vampire War, and this order of knights has not yet appeared.

Then there was nothing more. These knights had nothing to do with the Altdorf Mohr sect. Although everyone believed in Mohr, Tillman, as the high priest of the Mohr sect, could not command the Black Rose Knights led by Tarabek.

Just like Naggaroth, the Khaine sect has branches, namely the traditional sect of Morathi, the fanatic sect of Heribon and the Avatar sect of Malekith. Although they all believe in Khaine, they are at odds with each other internally. As far as Darkus knows, some of the conservative death witches in Hal Gancy are opposed to Heliben, thinking that Heliben is a bit conservative, and some extremist death witches think that Heliben is not extreme enough...

There is a hierarchy within the Cain sect. Morathi and Heliben are similar to the position of the high priest and the bride of Cain, while the death witches are priestesses, and of course they are also the bride of Cain, with a status below them. Then there are the crazy witch spirits and executioners. As the executioner captain Tularis only accepts the orders of Heliben, but his status in the religion is not as high as those of the death witches.

The three factions do not belong to each other. As the incarnation of Kane, Malekith trained those Kane assassins himself. The Kaine assassins under Aegireth are all his people, and cannot be from Morathi and Heliben, unless he is crazy.

Morr faith is one of the most popular sects in the old world. After all, everyone is bound to die. In this land full of war, disease and chaos, death is an eternal companion and an inescapable ending. Especially the Imperials are very superstitious. Those skull elements have nothing to do with the beliefs of Sigmar and Ulric. They are actually an extension of Maul's beliefs. The Imperials have an unnatural fascination with Maul, and everything includes death. symbol of. From the skulls that adorned the banners to the military and culture that permeated the imperial society, death was everywhere as a symbol of Morr.

Maul is the god of the dead, not the god of death. There is an essential difference between the two. As for the origin of Maul, there are many theories. It may be related to the gatekeeper of the ultimate gate of the elf god, Nisu, because there is a theory that Moir is the god of the dead and not the god of death. I'm Kane's brother, and this Kane is that Kane. Of course, it may also be related to Nehekhara, but the specifics are unknown. People are closest to death in dreams, and death is the future for everyone, so Maul is also the god of dreams and prophecy.

In general, the priests of Maul have little to do with the affairs of the living; it is the province of Sigmar and Thalia to provide penance and care for the dying. They will only provide services to the deceased. Of course, sometimes they will also extend to fulfilling the last wishes of the deceased or providing some comfort to the bereaved family members. More followers such as lawyers or stonemasons provide such related services.

When Darkus saw the changes in the sky, the context in his mind became clear. He knew why Manfred came to Altdorf during this period. Because Vlad came, Imperial Calendar 2051 Autumn and Winter The battle of Altdorf was brought forward. He didn't think that this advance had anything to do with him. Maybe it had a lot to do with it. Maybe Vlad also came for the brass ring, the third gift Tzeentch had prepared for him. He also thought about the damaged city wall near the Stephen Franz Academy, which was really a big thunder.

"Of course, thank you for your generosity. Protecting the dead is what we should do." After thinking for a while, Tillman responded in a pleasant tone. He had already understood the meaning of the elf in front of him. He didn't think this was bad for the Morir sect in Altdorf. It was very beneficial to the Morir sect politically and religiously, and he knew that the elves around him were very powerful and a reliable help.

"Then see you later, you know where we are." Darkus reached out his hand without hesitation and shook Tillman's hand that often dealt with dead people and said with a smile. In his opinion, Tillman was a A very good medium, a convenient channel for the elves to deal with the officials of Altdorf. Of course, he could not do this and go directly to Emperor Ludwig, whose decrees could not be released from Altdorf, and use his powerful strength to conquer him, but he had not figured out how to do it specifically. He wanted to maximize his interests. Going up the pole is not as good as providing help in times of need.

Darkos will definitely stay in Altdorf for a while to meet Vlad. He can't leave Altdorf before Vlad completes the encirclement. Then where will he put his face? Hand of the Witch King, Lord of the Eternal Festival After being scared away by a vampire, he will never be able to hang out again.

After thinking about this, Darkus looked up at the sky. He felt a gloomy chill filling the air, as if the claws of the night were swallowing up the last light of dawn bit by bit. The originally bright morning light has dissipated, and everything is silent as the night approaches. This is not a natural cycle, but more like some unusual force is quietly invading.

The darkness is still spreading rapidly, as if the stars in the sky have been swallowed up, leaving only darkness. Darkus felt the temperature around his body drop, and he felt chilly. The cobblestones on the street seemed to feel the approaching night, emitting an eerie light. The extinguished lights and the dimming candlelight in the windows outline the silence of the city, like a huge black veil covering the entire city.

The bell on the bell tower of the Mor Temple on the Isle of Death rang again melodiously and heavily, as if ringing an alarm bell in the coming night. People in the market gradually became aware of the anomaly, and a sense of fear revealed in whispers filled the air.

Darkus stretched out his arms, feeling the coldness in the darkness, and his breath condensed into white mist in the silent darkness. Suddenly, he looked up at the sky, as if attracted by something, and the snowflakes that began to melt in his palm caught his attention. Pure and beautiful, the snowflake melted in his hands like tiny crystals. This snowflake may be the last piece of pure existence in the sky. It melts in the darkness and seems to be conveying something.

Vlad von Carstein's undead army marched through darkness and fog, ignoring the ravages of wind and rain. The flying snowflakes crunch under the bones of the skeleton, the dead are endless, the dead are endless, the dead are tireless, the dead send out tortured wails to the earth, and the dead swallow everything in front of them like a ruthless tide. , thousands of skeletons and zombies wearing incomplete armor marched forward with hostile sorrow, and misty screams lingered in the fields.

Jon Skyland has almost forgotten what it was like when he was still human. He hasn't felt anything for a long time. That's the feeling he misses the most. That's when he takes a deep breath, the air in him The simple feeling that flowed through his lungs, the smell of freshly cut bread and oats in the oven, the feeling of the sun kissing his face.

The sun rises and sets, simply and repeatedly. Jon Skyland is forty-six years old, but his appearance still remains youthful. The sun has never shone on his face in these years. Over the years he couldn't remember what it felt like. The only thing he felt now was hunger, an evil hunger that was constantly gnawing at his heart. He wanted to feed his hunger, but his appetite could never be truly satisfied. He used to be a witch hunter, but he is no longer the same person.

As time goes by, the human traces on Jon Skyland's face are disappearing, replaced by vampire desire. He enjoys the thrill of hunting and killing. A cunning smile blooms on his face, and he can taste the permeating blood. The smell of blood in the air. He didn't care why Vlad suddenly chose to come to Altdorf, but he knew that the following days were destined to be a massacre. It would be a rare bloody feast. The elderly, young people, children, innocent people, and others were also suffering from pain. People who have lost themselves due to experiences, everything.

Jon Skyland stood in the middle of the undead army, immersed in the memories of the massacre, feeling the sadness and fear emanating from the wraiths. He tasted it just like tasting blood. He was a monster with a cruel nature, a real butcher. He brushed the ghosts with his fingers and tasted the pain, screams, wails and cries of the ghosts. kept echoing in his ears.

The city of Altdorf is about to provide a death buffet for the entire Sylvanian vampire nobility, as von Carstein's undead army attacks the heart of the empire. Soon death will become a reality, soon the screams will become truth, soon new wraiths will join, soon the living will join the dead. In the distance, the majestic spiers of Altdorf reflected the darkness back to the sky. The army of the dead was less than half a day's journey from Altdorf.

This offensive will bring unforgettable pain to mankind. Men will die on the walls, and women and children will be left in the city to die and bleed to satisfy the vampires' thirst for blood.

Jon Skyland walked in the center of the army, at the forefront of the army. He was the vanguard of the army. The ripples of fear would follow them to Altdorf. There would be no time to fear, no time to escape.

The dead move on!

Darkus had already drawn out his hammer at this time and looked around cautiously. Vlad's army has yet to arrive, but Altdorf is already immersed in chaos. The city fell into an abyss of disorder and despair, and the sound of people barking could be heard in the distance, like a group of out-of-control beasts roaring. The flames burned brightly, and the crackling sound echoed through the streets like a chaotic symphony.

The alternation of day and night is a thing of the past, and now darkness envelopes the city, bringing with it eternal darkness. Shops were looted, vendors' food became the target of robbery, and the city's civilization and order completely collapsed under the arrival of vampires. Humanity seems to have been deprived of it and transformed into disorderly, out-of-control rats and scavengers. Under this situation, the so-called civilization is rapidly collapsing, and the rule of law and order are gone.

Darkus heard the voices of Ren, Kewell and Tolandil discussing everything around them. During the conversation, he could vaguely hear the voices of humans asking Sigma and other gods for help. In the past, Altdorf was respected for his knowledge, but now superstition seems to have made people ignorant, blindly praying to impotent gods for salvation, turning to legends, hoping that everything is true.

More people are choosing to walk the streets, committing crimes, and helping themselves at the expense of others. Darkus watched the people who snatched the food get into the cold cellar and hide behind the wooden boards covering the windows. All hope seemed to be gone. The mother held the baby in her arms, trembling against the cold stone wall, and her desperate cries lingered in every corner of the city. The war accelerated the decline of Altdorf, hastening things that might otherwise fail, peel, rust, and crumble.

"Is the Forest House stocking food?" Darkus, who suddenly thought of something, looked at the waitress Enil and asked. He knew that Trancas would not be able to come back for the time being if nothing unexpected happened.

"Don't worry, it's enough for us and the horses for a month."

Darkus nodded clearly. Fortunately, otherwise he would have failed and joined the fight for food. If there was no food, he would be ready to force a breakout. Who can bear this without food?

"Hermara? Why are you here?" After passing through the chaotic northern city, Darkus returned to a lighthouse that was destroyed by the storm but was still safe for the time being. After pushing open the door of the Forest House and entering the hall, he He asked with a frown as he looked at the three Druchi in front of him.

The three Druchi stood up from their chairs the moment they saw Darkus, and then saluted and knelt on the ground. The Druchi around Darkus dispersed with a roar, and Ren and the others took the unexplained ones away. Enil and Asul pulled aside. They did not dare to accept this kind of etiquette. They knew that these three Druchi represented His Majesty the Witch King behind Aijerese. Only the hands of the Witch King could withstand this kind of etiquette.

"According to the order of Aijerese, I came to see the Hand of the Witch King." The leading sorceress knelt on the ground and leaned on her staff and said.

"Get up." Darkus waved his hand as he said this, then walked around the three Druchi, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Darkus knew the sorceress who spoke, but he had never interacted with her, and there was no need for him to interact with her. Hemara is the name of the sorceress. Although it is under the control of Aijerese, it is actually not. This is very complicated.

Just like the Kane sect of Nagaros, the sorceresses are also divided into many factions. They are roughly Anasara's Tower of Destruction sect. Typical characters are Alyssa, Colonia, Whitney, and the Tower of Destruction sect. The target group of the tower is usually various classes of Krakarond, and anyone who can afford the tuition is welcome.

Then there is Morathi's Tower of Prophecy sect. The Tower of Destruction corresponds to the Tower of Prophecy in the south and north. The Tower of Prophecy is more comprehensive than the Tower of Destruction and recruits women with second vision from Nagaros in various ways. Druchi, the typical character is Drusala.

Sandwiched in the middle is Malekith of Naggarond. The core spellcasting power of His Majesty the Witch King is just like those of Kane's assassins. They were all cultivated by him personally and cannot be mixed by Anasara and Morathi. And, unless he's crazy again.

As far as Darkus knows, Hemara is a very high-ranking sorceress and belongs to the second echelon in terms of strength. Like Maranur's fiancée Alatar, she is proficient in the shadow system and black magic. Participated in the operation of Hirsis to capture Malus.

After that, there were scattered monasteries. For example, Malus’s mother Eldir Bale was in Hagrid Grave’s monastery, and she recruited some lowly sorceresses for her own entertainment. There is a strong political leaning. So much so that Elanya and Malagos, who are also from Hagrid Grave, have yet to join. If they had joined, they would probably have died that night. That night, Eldir's faction was defeated by Darkus. Cleaned off.

In fact, not only the monastery in Eldir, but also the entire sorceress system of Naggaroth has a political tendency. The sorceresses of Karondkar will choose to join Grond's Tower of Prophecy, but they will definitely not choose to join Kra Karond's Tower of Destruction. Of course, this is all old news, and with Darkus' slightly improved sorceress system, the Nagol will regain its former glory.

The two Druchi next to Hemara could tell by looking at their attire that they were undoubtedly Kane Assassins, belonging to Malekith's Kane Assassins.

After a conversation, Darkus understood the whole story. It was nothing more than that what happened to him in Isil was sensed by Malekith. Due to his erratic whereabouts, Malekith took Aigirethe to He was sent over to verify the situation. When he said this, he was so moved that he cried. Then Aijerese hurriedly hurried but failed to catch up, and finally met Baine and the others nesting in the Dragon Forest to the north of Altdorf.

Originally, he was waiting for Darkus to come out of Altdorf. It was only a few days anyway, but Vlad came. The mission of the Assassins Hemara and Kane to enter Altdorf is to enable him to establish contact with the outside world and contact Bainie and the others. Of course, Aijerese is very transparent in his work. Now he can not only contact outside the city, but also Contact Nagaros…

Darkus doesn't care, but Egerethe can't afford to delay, and Egerethe can't bear Malekith's anger. Moreover, he also learned that in addition to the more than 50 Druchis who were part of the espionage system, Aguiresse also brought over those Druchis who had been converted from sailors into pirates. In total, there were almost two hundred numbers. . He didn't care about this. He knew the urinary properties of those Druchi very well. If it were him, he would still leave the boat in Lauren Loren. Showing his face in front of the Witch King's hand is more important than a boat. If it were to be caught, If there is a chance, it is not about a ship.

The silver mirror standing in the hall was carried upstairs by the elves and carried into the room belonging to Darkus. Looking at the huge silver mirror standing in the room, he smiled and thought for a while. He felt that he seemed to have something. nervous? He suppressed his so-called nervousness, pricked his thumb, smeared blood on the surface of the silver mirror, and recited a matching spell.

After the spell ended, whether it was an illusion or something else, Darkus felt that the surrounding air became colder, and the silver mirror also changed. It looked cloudy, as if the breath of some giant thing was spitting on the silver. On the mirror. After a long time, when he was about to fall asleep, the cold light in the silver mirror became clearly visible, and the scene in the silver mirror was no longer the thing in his room, but another kind.

At this moment, Darkus was about to fall asleep in the chair. He felt a little energetic, especially after eating. He only rested for a while after leaving the zoo yesterday before going to the folding space. He experienced so many things that day that he almost fell asleep until he heard Malekith's voice.

"Are you asleep?" The voice was cold and harsh, but it had a strange beauty, just like the endless frozen glaciers of Nagaros in the north.

Malekith's shout brought Darkus back from his half-asleep state. After rubbing his face, he turned to look at the silver mirror. Malekith was still wearing the midnight armor. The armor was flashing with terrifying runes, but the deadly magical light was nothing compared to the firelight coming from the helmet. However, he was not attacked like other Druchi. Malekith was shocked. What the hell is this guy? When he was in the throne room, he often glared at Malekith. He could tell Malekith by the fire in his eyes. The mood, and after going around Ersin Alvin, he has seen people more ruthless than this.

Darkus did not respond to Malekith immediately, but stood up first, then stretched out and walked around in front of the silver mirror, and then curiously poked his head out to look at Malekith in the mirror. Keith, he saw the Sun Flame Sword on Malekith's waist. As for the Destroyer...

"Where's the Destroyer?" Darkus asked, not knowing whether it was because he hadn't seen Malekith for too long, or because he wasn't awake and his nerves weren't in the right place.

Malekith was speechless by Darkus's actions. Seeing Darkus standing in front of the silver mirror without speaking, he discovered that Darkus really had a kind of magic power. If it were replaced by He would have punched other existences long ago. As for Darkus, he was just speechless, not even angry. Instead, he felt an indescribable peace of mind after seeing Darkus. This feeling was something his mother had never given him. I only experienced it occasionally in my childhood with my cold father. Just when he was about to answer Darkus, he saw Darkus waving at him and looking around.

"Is the signal bad?" Darkus put his left hand on the edge of the silver mirror, and kept waving his right hand at Malekith in the mirror. He looked at Malekith who was down, and he thought about the possibility. Is the signal bad? After all, this mirror spans the vast ocean between Ersin Alvin and Nagaroth. No matter how magical the black magic is, it is normal for the signal to be poor.

"Stop waving, your so-called signal is very good. Where is your scarlet sword? Why are you carrying Walter's hammer?" Malekith said impatiently after getting rid of the thoughts in his mind.

"It exploded, in Isil, in the Chaos Demon Realm."

"Did you go to the Chaos Demon Realm?" Malekith's tone became a little angry and he asked.