Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 505 356. Time is up

Darkus yawned and walked down the stairs. It was endless night outside, but he had a watch and it was already afternoon. He didn't sleep well that night. The windows couldn't block the commotion and the sounds of killing. He twitched his nose as he walked around, and the entire hall on the first floor was enveloped by an indescribable smell, like the smell of rotten eggs, dry toilets, and dead rats mixed together. That smell was different from what he smelled in the Chaos Demon Realm. , but more like a rat’s nest beneath Queza.

The elves in the lobby on the first floor are constantly cleaning by the buckets. Due to the siege, all resources must be conserved. Fortunately, Belloda is here, so that the water can be fully utilized and purified, but it is limited to This is because Darkus saw that they were cleaning the remaining tissue and blood stains on the weapons. The water purified by Belloda became turbid again after being cleaned, and then was purified by Belloda again with magic. If nothing unexpected happened, no elf would be willing to taste the water in the bucket.

"Solved." Maranur, who was sitting on a chair with his feet on the table and his legs crossed, nodded to Darkus who came over and said. Seeing Darkus's skill, he thought again. Something, then he said with a wicked smile, "Would you like something to eat? I can tell you about the process."

"No need!" Darkus said while taking out a chair and sitting opposite Maranur.

"The dwarves were involved too."

"What kind of battle of four armies?" Darkus secretly complained after hearing Maranur's words. The Forest House is very close to the Moore Garden in the North City, just two blocks apart. Vampires and necromancers, their characteristics are there, they can fake corpses wherever they go. It is no surprise that dead people buried in Moor Garden in Beicheng District also fake corpses. Elves, dwarves, humans and the undead, isn't it a battle between four armies?

"How many are they?" After thinking about it, Darkus asked casually.

"The total is less than fifty. Molana said that these are the dwarves in Beicheng District. Basically all of them are here."

Molana is the Enil waiter who has been dealing with Darkus and the others these days.

"You go and rest, I will guard it." When Darkus said, he yawned again, and then he smelled the nauseating smell again. He only slept for less than five hours, but it was enough. At least he hadn't heard the sound of siege weapons launching an attack or anything crashing in yet. As for the siege of the city, how could the movie start right after the siege, and he seemed to remember that he wanted some talk? After all, Vlad was different from other vampires and had some strange sense of ritual.

"Okay, then I'll take a rest first." After Maranur finished speaking, he stood up from the chair, gave instructions to the elves, walked around Darkus, and patted Dark Behind Wushu's shoulder, he walked up to the second floor.

While Darkus closed his eyes and yawned, he adjusted to a relatively comfortable position and began to think. He was not thinking about the war mess, but he was thinking about why the hall on the first floor was full of tables and chairs, and there was no sofa or even a place to lie down. When he thought about the sofa, he thought of the sofa in his residence in Krakarond, and he liked the sofa.

But what Darkus didn't know was that his sofa was torn apart by Malekith's iron ass. Malekith had been living in his room since he came to Krakarond. The sofa was completely unrecognizable, and Malekith used it as a throne.

Ren and Talos, holding the flag, led the elves out of the southern city of Altdorf. The sight in front of them made them feel increasingly uneasy. Although the war has not officially broken out, the nobles have already begun to flee. The park area and carnival square were full of chaos. A large number of carriages appeared on the streets. Humans dressed like servants and waiters were busy loading the owner's valuables onto the carriages.

It was still slow, it would have been quicker to pack up and set off, but as with all disasters, even the wide streets would become crowded, let alone the streets of Altdorf. The carriage was blocked in the street and could not move forward or retreat. There were constant shouts, quarrels, and curses. Some of the martial virtuous ones even staged clumsy fighting dramas, which made the elves shake their heads.

Tolandil, who followed, silently watched the figures of the nobles and wealthy businessmen escaping in a hurry. The nobles' faces were full of panic and disappointment. The once prosperous southern city was now shrouded in panic caused by the war, and filled with panic. There is a strong atmosphere of sadness. As if the magnificent buildings and gardens had withered in the war, the nobles had to abandon their mansions and hurriedly fled this once peaceful land.

"Isn't that the human from last night?" Ren, with keen eyesight, pointed at Felix, who was cautiously standing in the far corner.

Felix's hands were reattached by Colonia, but due to excessive blood loss, he seemed to be in a very bad condition. His face was abnormally pale, and his face was full of fear and uneasiness. Even though it was pressed against the wall, it swayed when I walked around, and it looked like it would be blown over at any time by the wind.

"His story is over." Tolandir commented after following Ren's line of sight. Just like in the morning, he didn't think what would happen to Felix in the future. Now that he saw Felix again Afterwards, he was even more sure. The hand was just a reason, the important thing was that he felt a spirit disappear from Felix's body.

Talos also glanced at Felix, and he agreed with Tolandir's words. Then he turned his attention again and quietly stared at the fleeing nobles. His eyes revealed his helplessness for the impending war and his contempt for the nobles. The actions of the nobles had completely exceeded his cognition. In his opinion, the human nobles should organize all the forces that can be organized, and then go to the city wall to fight the enemies outside the city, instead of like now. He can't understand why the human nobles don't take the lead and take the lead in fighting. Why? To escape.

What Talos couldn't understand even more was that the leader who claimed to be the Emperor of Humanity just now chose to surrender. This made it difficult for him to understand why the other party chose to surrender before the battle even started. Since the sacrifices of Aivan and Seth, his heart has become completely different from before, as if he has become another elf. If it were before, he would definitely be filled with righteous indignation and loudly question this behavior. In his opinion, this is a shameful and despicable choice. The war has not yet broken out, and people still have the opportunity to defend their dignity and freedom. However, this highest leader of mankind seems to have lost this courage.

Talos was thinking as he walked, and at the same time he looked at the human civilians swarming in from the northern city. These ordinary people were fleeing. Hastily abandoned belongings were scattered on the roadside, as if innocent lives were swallowed up by the storm of war. Valuables, household items, and even children's toys have become baggage that had to be left behind when fleeing. All this chaos reflects the decadent scene of the entire area.

People's faces were full of fear and despair, and the confusion and helplessness in their eyes made Talos stop in his tracks. He saw a woman holding her child tightly, her eyes full of loss. On the other side, an old man stumbled under the impact of the crowd, using a cane and escaping the once peaceful place with heavy steps.

"Why is this happening?" Talos frowned and muttered to himself.

"Both we and the monkey in front of us have two sides, as you can see. On the other hand, there are people who choose to face difficulties and jump into the next battle without hesitation. Such people may be motivated by Loyalty to gods, justice, freedom or their homeland? They are willing to take huge risks and bravely resist the coming threats. The same creature, the same group, but have different choices. This duality embodies both selfishness and selflessness , The conflict between self-preservation and sacrifice." Renn heard Talos talking to himself, and after thinking about it, he said slowly.

"Your words are full of philosophy, can I quote them?"

"Of course, but you have to indicate Ren Takaia from Nagaroth Krakarond." Ren said casually with a smile. At the same time, his mind was a little confused. When it came to the two sides, he felt that the most obvious one was Darkus. In his opinion, Darkus was too complicated, but he couldn't describe that feeling. In his opinion, Darkus is not a traditional Druchi at all, or in other words, he is not even a Druchi. He was the same in Naggaroth, the same in Lustria, and he was completely different when he arrived at Ersin Alvin. Before, he would never have imagined that one day he would fight for a monkey.

"Can you tell me about Darkus' past?"

This time, Renn, who heard Tolandil's words, did not respond immediately. Instead, he turned his head and looked at Tolandil cautiously.

“I wanted to write a biography.”

"It's too early, my friend, his story has just begun, and I don't think you will like the rest of the story." In Renn's view, this matter is not something he can decide, and it is beyond the scope of his authority. , and he doesn’t think there will be any positive benefits from the biography being released now. King's Landing in Ulthuan hasn't started yet, and Darkos has too many enemies in Naggaroth. Maybe everything should wait until the dust settles?

The most important thing is that Ren feels that Tolandir has crossed the line. Although he currently serves as the captain of the Huangqi Shadow Hunter, he claims to be Darkus's royal painter. If Darkus really wants to write a memoir, it should be written by him who followed Darkus first, not Tolandil, even if Tolandil did establish some kind of relationship with Colonia in the future.

"Sorry, forgive my presumption." Tolandir already understood after seeing Ren's eyes, and he said in an apologetic tone.

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Jon Skylan looked up at the walls of Altdorf, with a cruel smile on his lips. The human defenders were temporarily safe, at least for now and for the next few hours. Because von Carstein's army would not attack at this time, security was only a false illusion. He turned and looked back. On the muddy flat ground, thousands of unconscious bodies were crowded, and piles of bones and carrion gathered together to form an endless wave.

The eyes of the deceased were empty, as if all thought had been lost, leaving only the instinctive desire for flesh and killing. This force of death converges into a dark current, waiting to collide with the defenders. Bursts of unusual noises and roars filled the air, foreshadowing the coming horror. The skeletal bodies surged in the mud, as if they wanted to swallow all life.

Further away, heavy siege equipment moved forward slowly, like a silent giant beast, conveying the threat of death. The huge wheels left deep imprints in the mud, as if condensed with the will of a vampire, crushing all hope of life. The creaking of machinery and the clashing of bones echoed in this bloody swamp, like the cruel music of war.

Zombies used ropes to drag siege engines forward, and vampires patrolled the ranks, spurring the creatures on. This hellish machine is like a vision from the depths of hell, its swaying limbs and twisted face blending together to tower over the battlefield. The surface of these siege engines is plated with cold white bones and is engraved with the marks of war. Every trace bears witness to the countless battles they participated in.

The vibration of every step is accompanied by the tremor of the ground, as if it is the heartbeat of war, moving towards an irreversible fate. Black smoke rose from the skeletons of the siege engines, mixing with the wreckage and carrion to form a hazy sky. Although their progress is slow, they cannot be stopped, just like their fate is irreversible. Every step forward is like moving towards an endless abyss. Accompanied by them, the shadow of death enveloped the entire battlefield, opening a terrifying prelude to the coming doom.

The bats circled in the sky, attracted by the stench of death clinging to the giant trebuchet, and screamed from their mouths. They are like messengers of vampires, dancing with black wings, heralding the coming of death. Siege engines are living creatures, or at least creatures brought to life by dark magic. The echoing screams echoed the shrieks of bats, like the howls of ghosts and wolves on the battlefield.

Jon Skyland wonders when humans will realize that, in their final moments, night has become an eternity. Von Carstein's army seemed endless, stretching as far as the eye could see. He could only imagine what effect this would have on the morale of those human soldiers, at least the humans still had one more day to live? Before the nightmare dissipates, humans can return home to their wives and children for the last time. However, humans would be very wrong.

There is no sign of the sun rising, the sky is still as dark as late at night, and there is no sign of the first ray of sunlight at dawn. In this endless darkness, no dawn can save mankind. In this boundless darkness, the undead army is gathering continuously, and the footsteps of the army echo in the noisy night. Every step is like stepping into the eternal darkness, as if blending into the eternal night. The hope placed on the last day became like quicksand, elusive and unreachable.

Jon Skyland felt an indescribable excitement, knowing that his mission might transcend the boundaries between life and death. He looked at the Blood Dragon Knights who were lined up behind the huge siege equipment. He looked at the leader Wallach. He didn't trust Wallach, just like Vlad didn't trust Wallach. Wallach There was something about Qi that repelled him, although he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

Of course, duplicity and deceit are no surprise to vampires, as vampires are a ruthless bunch of liars, executioners, and thieves, including Jon Skyland himself, and trust is not something that is given blindly.

In vampire society, lies and deceit are a way of survival. Their existence depends on hiding the truth, manipulating others, and maintaining their own mystery. Jon Skyland also knows that this is a game of mutual deception. In this world full of intrigue and danger, trust has become a double-edged sword. It may be the key to survival, or it may lead to a fatal trap. fuse.

Jon Skylan walked through the army of the dead and returned to the Bone Pavilion, where Vlad sat quietly, with the blood-drinking sword on his knee that looked like it was thirsty for blood, and his right hand kept fiddling with the left one. The ring was slowly turning on the slender finger. Vlad looked up after seeing his arrival. Vlad's already pale cheeks had become haggard from the continuation of the war. He realized that Vlad needed to eat.

The Bone Pavilion is filled with the smell of blood and death, as if it is an altar belonging to a vampire. Vlad's eyes were deep and cold, and his eyes that saw through the night shone dangerously in the hazy night. His long hair fell casually, like a black shadow, intertwined with the shadows in the pavilion.

"Jon, you're back." Vlad's voice was low and magnetic, like a whisper coming from the depths of hell. There was a slight mocking smile on his lips, showing his endless exhaustion from this war.

Jon Skyland could feel the dangerous aura emanating from Vlad, one of command and majesty.

"Can you taste it?" Vlad stopped playing with the ring after Jon Skyland arrived. He pondered for a moment and said slowly. The Blood-Drinking Sword groaned slightly in response to his voice, as if responding to his will.

"fear?"

"Oh yes, it's delicious, isn't it? They're waiting for their sun. Thor? But Thor never comes again, and everyone fears the dark. Jon Skyland, you know this is A primal fear that goes back to the days when we lived in caves. We could sit here for a month, waiting in eternal darkness, and then walk into Altdorf without a care, because fear The battle has been done for us, I feel it already, in the eternal darkness, huddled in dark corners, praying to impotent gods.”

"They don't know anything," Jon Skyland said with a shrug.

Vlad's servants brought a young human girl, her clothes were in tatters, her feet and face were covered with dirt, her body was trembling, and she had obviously experienced an unhappy hardship before. As the servant pushed her in front of Vlad, she tried to lower her head to avoid meeting the vampire's eyes.

"Ask her, ask her, which is more terrifying, being with us now or being locked in the darkness and waiting to be dragged in front of us? Which one is it?" Vlad stretched out a slender hand and gently Caressing the girl's cheek, his touch was a little cold, making the girl tremble even more. His eyes penetrated the darkness and seemed to be able to understand everything about the girl. After a moment, he spoke slowly.

"Okay." After Jon Skyland finished speaking, he approached the girl and stood beside her. He squatted down and touched the girl's soft cheek with his hand, and the girl's tears fell silently.

"Which one? Waiting or killing? Which one scares you more?" Jon Skyland asked in Rick language, his voice was like a ghost coming from the depths of the tomb, with an irresistible majesty.

The girl swallowed a mouthful of saliva, a trace of fear flashed in her eyes, and her head kept shaking. She was just an ordinary farm girl who usually helped her parents milk the cows. She could understand every word spoken by the terrifying being in front of her. words, but in her fear she could not understand the meaning contained in the words.

"I'm asking you a question, and I'm looking forward to your answer." A somewhat impatient Jon Skyland grabbed the girl's blond hair and pulled her head back. While doing so, he gently said.

The girl shook her head helplessly, her eyes showing deep fear.

"It's not difficult, right? Now, let me help you clean it up, okay? You can't be covered in mud like this, it's not elegant." Jon Skyland motioned to the servant to bring a wet cloth. Gently wiping away the dirt on the girl's face, his eyes were sharp and cold. Through the shadows in the darkness, he saw the tears in the girl's eyes and the fear deep in her heart, but he didn't care about these. He continued to use Said in a gentle tone.

"It's better now. Now you just reek of fear instead of being covered in mud." Jon Skyland gently turned the girl around, and he looked at the girl's face and praised. Then, when the girl was stunned, his fangs bit into the girl's neck.

The girl screamed and struggled. Her screams echoed in the bone pavilion, like a sad symphony. Her eyes were full of despair, and the blood slowly flowed around her neck, swallowing her life bit by bit. She felt like her life was leaving her, and her arms hung limply by her sides. Jon Skyland felt her struggle with an indifferent expression, as if he had long been accustomed to the passing of life.

The moment the girl's last breath disappeared, Jon Skyland let her go. Her body fell limply to the ground, traces of despair still on her face. Jon wiped the corners of his mouth, as if he had just finished a long night banquet.

A ghoul waiting outside the pavilion jumped out and dragged the girl into the darkness. Its figure moved in the night like a shadow, full of stench and the smell of death. The vampires in the pavilion did not stop it, because the vampires did not care about the fate of the deceased.

In the darkness, the ghoul threw the girl's body to the ground and began its miserable and cruel hunting. Skin and flesh were torn, bones were gnawed, all this happened in the deep and endless darkness, no one would feel sorry for the girl's experience.

"The time has come." Vlad von Carstein stood up, inserted the blood-drinking sword into the scabbard, and tied the cloak around his shoulders. He glanced at Jon Skyland and nodded. After that, he walked into the darkness of the eternal night with his wolf-headed cane.