Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 506 357. A unique couple

Jon Skyland followed Vlad, studying his master carefully as he looked at the distant walls of Altdorf. Although he admired Vlad for his ruthlessness in pursuing the envisioned realm of the dead, He thinks Vlad still has great flaws, he doesn't think Vlad is a perfect monster, and he can't stand Vlad's brooding and philosophizing the way he is now.

Melancholic and introspective, in Jon Skyland's opinion unnecessary, without the slightest place, full of strange human nature, too close to human weakness and other eccentric human characteristics. In his opinion, this is just a game, a game that is destined to become after his death. Whether the animals follow the rules or break the rules, the result is the same, he has to feed on the animals. Although he was a kindred animal before, he is dead. Now he doesn't care about those animals. Humans only feed, and Vlad's attachment to humanity filled his heart with disdain and resentment.

The thoughts in Jon Skylan's mind kept surging. He suddenly thought that many years ago, Sylvania was not what it is now. The hall of Duncanhof Castle was full of people. There was a man from Sylvania. The small nobles in the countryside of Nia came to Duncanhof Castle to meet with Vlad and asked Vlad to help the people of the small nobles have enough to eat, but the count just smiled contemptuously, and then asked the young nobles to kneel down and plead.

The little nobleman obeyed Vlad's instructions, but his smile grew wider. He said: Although I respect everyone who begs at the feet of others, you might as well kiss the soil next to you.

In the end, Vlad did not give any help to the little nobleman because of his begging for mercy. Instead, he deprived the little nobleman of all his rights and asked him to leave Duncanhof Castle.

The little noble was wearing only a shirt, no boots, no pants, and no cloak to protect against the bad weather. Then Vlad sent a family member to the land where the little noble was located to rule on his behalf.

This punishment put the little nobleman into extreme trouble. He was driven out of the castle and faced the desolate land with nothing. Vlad's contempt for him made him realize the pain of being in a desperate situation. When he left, he felt the cold earth, and his heart was filled with humiliation and loss.

The family member sent to replace the little noble will exercise ruling power in the territory of the little noble. The fate of the little noble is destined to be abandoned in the harsh reality. This is a tragedy in which fate was twisted under Vlad's machinations.

"Everyone must learn how to take care of themselves, instead of kneeling at the feet of strangers and begging for mercy. This is a lesson you should all learn."

When Jon Skyland thought of this, he saw Isabella walking out of the night. Vlad stopped when he saw Isabella and stretched out his hand to help Isabella like a gentleman. Isabella readily accepted Vlad's invitation. Under his gaze, the couple walked in the mud like a spring outing, approaching the city wall of Altdorf.

In Jon Skyland's opinion, that woman, Isabella, was the complete opposite of Vlad, more like a madman. But he had to admit that Isabella's madness was interesting and fascinated him. In his opinion, vampires should be like this, not like Vlad.

Jon Skyland sees palace life as a flock of crows squabbling over scraps of food, ensuring their own continued existence at the expense of others. Few people in Duncanhof Castle dare to approach his master, except Isabella, who is qualified to be equal to Vlad in every aspect. Isabella is both beautiful and cruel. A dangerous combination.

But unlike Vlad, Isabella's cruelty is predictable and she longs for power in all its forms, a simple desire compared to her husband's confusing nature. Virtue is the perfect balance, she is Vlad's perfect foil and perfect partner.

Jon Skyland remembers every detail of the interior of Duncanhof Castle. The narrow stone steps are filled with the smell of dust, as if he has witnessed the passage of countless centuries, like a time tunnel traveling through history. Stone steps lead to a gallery, which leads to the upper part of the castle's main building. The walls of the gallery are covered with portraits of Vlad, painted by the Empire's most popular artists, each painting a canvas of Vlad at his most charming.

Illuminated by dim candlelight in the gallery, these portraits present Vlad's nobility and mystery. The portraits vividly capture his every expression, and every artist strives to maximize his charm. His eyes seem to have traveled through time, staring into the soul of the viewer. His face not only carries the majesty of a noble, but also reveals an unfathomable secret.

Some might think this was out of Vlad's vanity about his image. However, as Jon Skyland got to know Vlad, he found that this was not the case. Although he could not stand Vlad, he did not think that Vlad was a conceited being. Those portraits were more like Vlad. Another form of opposition within Ladd.

Jon Skyland believes that there are more complex emotions behind those portraits. Perhaps this is not just to show off Vlad's appearance, but a way to confront the inherent complexity of the vampire himself. Those portraits may be Vlad's reflection on himself and his exploration of his own existence. In those deep gazes, he felt an inner loneliness and contradiction. Perhaps Vlad was trying to find his true position in this eternal night through those portraits. This was not vanity, but more like an inner journey. Deep self-questioning and thinking.

Vlad often said that great beauty is the best gift, a blessing, so he chose to surround himself with these paintings, just as he surrounded himself with exquisite porcelain and marble statues. He adorned himself with fine jewels, as he decorated his home with velvets and brocades. He collects all things beautiful and hoards them.

In Vlad's view, beauty is a sacred existence, a unique gift given to him by God. This is not just for showing off, but more like an expression of his inner reverence for beauty. In creating a palace that belongs to him, let the existence of beauty become a part of his life.

Whether it is artwork or material wealth, it is a form of representation used to construct and emphasize one's yearning for beauty. This may also be Vlad's way of fighting loneliness and fear in the dark night, filling the vampire's eternally lonely soul with the presence of beauty.

But in contrast, there are no mirrors inside Duncanhof Castle, nor the accompanying ornate decorations. Jon Skyland thinks this has something to do with Isabella, who interprets the nobility of the game from another angle and in a way that he likes. He had heard many stories about Isabella, about Isabella's habits.

In order to maintain her beauty, Isabella usually bathes in the blood of virgins. She will spend a whole night sucking the blood of more than thirty human girls. After the carnival of killing, she will use the blood of the girls to Graffiti was painted on the walls of the castle, and when it was all over, she started complaining about how alone she felt and how lonely she was alone in the castle.

This contrast highlights the different ways Vlad and Isabella pursue and treat beauty. Vlad shapes his beautiful world through art and materials, while Isabella chooses to use bloody rituals and The pursuit of virgin blood to preserve her appearance.

Jon Skyland could feel the warmth and loneliness between the two nobles. Just like Duncanhof Castle, just like Sylvania, beauty, night and loneliness were intertwined, becoming an endless battle. The inner struggle is full of darkness, blood, and the loneliness of facing eternity alone.

"Who! Can you speak on behalf of your city?" Vlad held Isabella's hand and stood on a stone in the mire, shouting towards the walls of Altdorf. The smell of wetland in the mire was mixed with Vlad's majesty, and his voice spread like a tide to every corner of the battlements.

There was chaos on the battlements, and the human guards obviously didn't know how to deal with this situation. The appearance of Vlad and Isabella made them on the defense line feel extremely nervous. They looked around on the city wall, looking for the person who made the sound.

Vlad waited patiently as if he had all the time in the world. His eyes were as deep as an abyss, revealing an unshakable determination. In the mire, his figure appeared taller and more mysterious. His black cloak fluttered in the night wind, like an extension of the night. His posture seemed to convey a kind of majesty and threat to the city wall. The turbulent night swept him away. The presence of it makes it more solemn.

The wetland smell in the swamp filled the air around Vlad. The dampness of the swamp intertwined with his cold breath, forming a dark night atmosphere that could not be ignored, as if creating a domain for him that belonged to the vampire lord.

But Isabella maintained the etiquette of an imperial noble and stood beside Vlad. Her eyes were sometimes cold and sharp, like a shadow in the dark night. When she looked at Vlad, her lover, her eyes became gentle and affectionate, revealing an emotion that only Vlad could understand. She looks elegant and noble, wearing a gorgeous black dress, like the queen of the night. Every movement exudes an aristocratic atmosphere, but also has a special attraction.

In this confrontation in the dark night, Isabella's existence was like a bright pearl in the dark night, emitting a faint light, illuminating the entire darkness and making the darkness deeper. No words came out of her, but her very presence was like a shock. She stood beside Vlad, a companion and a steadfast ally, her eyes shining with mastery of the night and trust in Vlad.

Jon Skyland watched quietly from the sidelines. He had a strange illusion that this was not the city of Altdorf, and the surrounding area was not mud, but that it was back to the dance floor of the hall of Duncanhof Castle. The tacit understanding and movements of this vampire couple in the dark night were like dancers in the dark. He was really worried now that the next second this vampire couple would be dancing in the army of the dead and under the watchful eyes of the human defenders.

The guards on the city wall were whispering to each other. The siege they expected did not happen. They didn't know how to deal with this unexpected situation. Vlad's majesty and calmness made them feel waves of oppression, as if the night itself was catering to Vlad and Isabella's arrival.

It might be a few minutes later, or it might be the eternity of the long dark night. Time seems to have lost its normalcy in this mudflat. There was an uneasy tension in the silent night sky, as if the night itself was waiting for a battle that was about to break out.

A man wearing a plain white pullover emblazoned with the Hammer of Sigmar appeared on Altdorf's walls. As far as he could see, vast armies of the dead spread across the mud flats. His face was solemn, as if he was burdened with a heavy responsibility, but his demeanor revealed a calmness and determination, as if he could see through the darkness and see the future.

A weak black-haired man stood next to the man in a white pullover. Even without looking at him from a distance, the human defenders beside him could feel the fear and trembling emanating from him. And the fact is just like what the human defenders felt. His eyes revealed the fear of the upcoming battle in the dark night. His body trembled slightly, becoming a helpless shadow in the dark night. For those facing the undead army, The sight felt extremely unsettling.

The man in a simple white pullover looked around, his eyes scanning Vlad, Isabella and other vampires one by one, as well as the endless army of the dead behind the vampires, but he was not afraid, his eyes were cold and cold. Sharp, as if he could see through everything. His calmness makes people feel a deep power, like a bright light in the dark night. He looks at his opponent and the entire scene through the curtain of darkness.

Vlad and Isabella did not suffer from being looked down upon. Their postures were firm and majestic. Their presence was like rulers in the night, waiting for each other's actions. The army of the dead spread noisily on the mudflats, as if waiting for their orders, ready to plunge into the abyss of night at any time.

Time seems to be stretched out, and every moment is frozen in the depth of the night. The eternity of the night seems to be no longer a quiet loneliness, but the clarion call of the war that is about to burst out.

Jon Skyland, who was standing behind Vlad and Isabella, watched all this with cold eyes. He did not recognize the fool and beast-like existence on the city wall. He judged that it was probably the "usurper" Ludwig. ·Von Holzkerg, Elector of Reikland, one of the three emperors of the empire, but this was not important, he ignored Ludwig.

Instead, his eyes were fixed on the man wearing a simple white jumper. Jon Skyland knew who this was. Compared with the last time they met, the man seemed much older, but he could still recognize that it was William. Von Ostwald, Grand Priest of the Imperial Sigmar Cult. The funny thing is that the last time he saw William, he was still a fanatical witch hunter, and now when he saw William again, he had become a vampire being hunted by witch hunters. Sigmar's faith, because Sigmar did not save his soul at the critical moment.

Like Priest of Sigmar, Archaon...

William no longer looked at the endless army of the dead under the city wall, but turned his head to Ludwig, who was shivering and immersed in fear. Ludwig was the emperor of Altdorf, but at this moment his body was trembling and his face was pale. The fear was clearly revealed in Ludwig's eyes, as if the cold wind of the night had frozen Ludwig's soul.

"Ludwig, our people need your firmness!" William's voice was full of faith and persuasion, and he tried to arouse the courage in Ludwig's heart. William III knew that in this night battle, the emperor's decision would play a crucial role.

However, William's persuasion had no effect. Ludwig was already frightened, his body was still shaking, and the fear in his eyes was difficult to conceal. Facing the coming night battle, the emperor seemed to fall into an abyss from which he could not extricate himself.

"Warriors of Altdorf, we cannot rely on a leader who has lost faith. Before this night falls, we need to unite to face the threat of the army of the dead. Even if the Emperor cannot rise up, we can still overcome with unity and faith The evil forces of the night." William turned to face the defenders on the city wall. His voice echoed in the dark night and penetrated the night sky to the city wall. His eyes were firm, trying to give them confidence.

William's voice echoed in the dark night, trying to ignite courage in people's hearts. However, the human defenders are just like Ludwig, and the shadow of the night seems to have penetrated deeply into everyone's heart.

"I! William III, the priest of Great Sigma, speak on behalf of the people of Altdorf!" William shook his head helplessly, and then said to the Vlad couple below with a voice full of power and faith.

"I, Vlad von Carstein, sincerely offer you a suitable proposal, which I advise you to consider and answer for the sake of your people."

"Speak! Vampire, I listen, the people of Altdorf listen!"

"Today! The sun will not rise, and the same will happen tomorrow. The long night has begun. I sincerely offer you a suggestion, either serve me alive or serve me after death! The choice is yours, if you choose to be with me If you are against me, I will no longer have mercy!"

"That's not a proposal! Vampire. That's a death sentence! I will not surrender the people of Altdorf to be enslaved by you." William III responded directly without thinking.

"So be it." Vlad shrugged and said nonchalantly, then he stretched out his hand and waved to Altdorf.

With a cruel smile on his face, Jon Skylan's eyes flashed with cold light, and he felt the strong vibrations from thousands of immortal feet stumbling on the muddy ground. In his opinion, Vlad's behavior, which was tantamount to taking off his pants and farting, finally ended, the attack began, and the killing began.

The army of the dead snaked forward following Vlad's command, and the night was filled with the smell of death. On the marshy ground, siege engines and dead warriors formed a powerful impact, moving towards Altdorf's walls.

The flaming skull screamed intermittently on the city wall, making a piercing scream where it hit, burning Altdorf, and the vicious flames spread to the entire wooden house, making it burn.

Flames engulfed an area of ​​Altdorf. Houses in the city collapsed one after another, and the firelight illuminated the depths of the night. On the mudflat, blood mixed with mud, forming a bloody battlefield, and the shadow of death enveloped Altdorf.

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