Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 515 366. Genevieve’s Solo Dance

"There is something very interesting coming next. I wonder if you are interested in it."

"What?" Genevieve was a little curious.

"Perhaps you don't know that Vlad is a little different from other vampires. He will not die. He will keep resurrecting."

"So... there is some kind of secret about him?"

"Honey, you're so smart, yes, secret!"

"Then can you share this secret with me?"

"If you share it, it won't be a secret. Of course... I'm happy to share it. He has a ring on his finger."

"Ring? The secret is a ring?"

"Is such that."

"I'm very happy that you can share this secret with me, but I don't think you are telling this secret just because of some... so... you are extending an invitation to me? Am I right?"

"Honey, you're so smart, yes."

"You're talking like a child, which is also a stereotype. You can't do that because of my face. You know, I'm older than you."

"Okay, okay, my dear old grandmother, are you satisfied with this?"

"I have to say, this is a very interesting thing. I will help you steal the ring. A very special magical ring. A ring that gives Vlad eternal life. Without the ring, he will die forever. , with the ring and Vlad in his coffin, it all sounds so magical and so much fun!"

"Yes, the ultimate theft!"

"Only the greatest thieves would dare to do this, let alone pull it off, and I couldn't help but imagine that Genevieve Sandrine Potee Lectidone would become the greatest thief of all time, Stealing a ring of immortality from the vampire Count while he slept in his coffin, and his army was one of the largest in the old world. Come on, my dear, this... is too much It’s attractive, I can’t help but get excited just thinking about it, then...will I be recorded in history?”

"Of course, if you wish, my dear Miss Genevieve."

Genevieve hid in the thick bushes beside the Talabek River, watching von Carstein's soldiers guarding the surroundings of the huge camp. Her mind recalled the encounter between Darkus and her two days ago. dialogue. In her opinion, Darkus is very magical and has a very magical power, as if Darkus knows all the secrets in the world.

This impression was implanted in Genevieve's heart from the first moment she saw Darkus on the continent of Lustria. At that time, she had a feeling that Darkus, who was standing opposite her, was hearing It's like knowing who she is after her name. Then she started a mysterious adventure, saw magical beasts and behemoths, ancient ruins and fascinating wealth, and even saw the toad-shaped ancient wise man, countless fantasy adventures and battles with chaos demons.

Genevieve thought she was lucky, she traveled from the Old World to Cathay, and from Cathay to Lustria. If she returns to the old world to write a memoir after the adventure, it will definitely cause a sensation in the entire old world. She has thought about the name of the memoir, called Genevieve's Travels, but she knows that this effect is not what Darkus intended. Obviously, she knew that Darkus didn't like humans setting foot on that continent, disturbing the lizard people and collecting gold and gems at the same time.

After going to that cold land, Genevieve truly realized that she was indeed lucky. She became a unique existence in Nagaroth. No elf would deliberately make things difficult for her, including the one who was The king wrapped in armor and fire. She likes this life, she likes to be by Darkus' side, and she likes to communicate with the group of highly skilled Kane assassins. It would be better if the elves could treat those humans better.

After Genevieve's sisters died of old age and Chandanek was killed, all her anchors in the old world disappeared. Although Chandanek did not tell her where the monastery was, Chandanek did. With the existence of Mrs. Melissa Dark, now that she knew the location of the monastery, she didn't feel much excitement in her heart, but she still wanted to take a look on the way. She chatted with the sisters from Middenheim and Altdorf, and she found that she didn't seem to belong to this group, although she was a Lahmian sister, as Darkus said, and she was Genevieve, with those The Lahmia sisters were different from the group of vampires she saw now. They were unique vampires.

"Time is up."

Genevieve's thoughts were interrupted by Colonia's words. She turned her head and looked behind her, nodded to Colonia, and then looked at the other companions who followed, the curious Cowell Always watching the vampire camp, Ren leaned against the wall with his arms folded and looked at the night sky without double moons. The Huangqi Shadow Hunters stood around. In the passage farther away, Asanok and Liv were whispering. Communicate something.

Although Dacus did not take Genevieve to visit the Cathedral of Sigmar when he was a guest with William III, she still went in the end. As a vampire, she also received the blessing of the High Priest of Sigmar. A vampire received the blessing of the High Priest of Sigmar. This is such a fantasy. If those fanatical witch hunters knew about it, she would not be able to imagine it. what happens.

Genevieve did not think that the High Priest of Sigma did not recognize that she was a vampire. On the contrary, the High Priest of Sigma was very sure of what she was. After seeing her surprised eyes, the High Priest of Sigma even said to her kindly: In difficult times, In front of us, as long as the purpose is just, the means are also just. This sentence contains so much philosophy.

The passage under the Sigma Cathedral is just as Ren perceived. You can follow the passage to leave Altdorf. The tunnel extends five hundred meters outside the city wall and leads directly to a crack on the bank of the Talabek River. The crack is far away from the rapids. The river is very close, and during the high water season, the cracks will be submerged by the river water.

Genevieve felt very strange. It seemed that they had been a team since the infiltration into the Lustria continent. After Lauren Loren and the others teamed up again to obtain information, they made a big fuss in Solimburg. Now this group is carrying out tasks and adventures again. In Darkus' words, it is a running group, although she does not understand the meaning of the word running group.

This time, in addition to their running team, Asanok and Liv also came to assist. But this time is different from the time in Solimburg, and the same as the time in Lustria continent. It is to sneak in, not to cause trouble. Genevieve only hoped that this time there wouldn't be any trouble like in the Lustria continent. Although it is dark, she knows that it is night, this night will be her stage, this night belongs to her, she will dedicate her solo dance, after tonight, she will become the greatest in the world Thief, no one else.

Genevieve calculated that she had been there for about half an hour. During this time, she had been studying the patrol routes of the soldiers while looking at the swamp covered with thousands of rotting corpses and skeletons. She discovered something. An interesting thing is that the army of the dead is not all her kind and monsters who have risen from the dead. There are some normal people who have taken on the task of expanding the army of the dead, normal humans who are still alive. Her mind was filled with confusion. The idea that people would voluntarily choose to ally with vampires was too unbelievable. It was one thing to fight and lose vampires and become one of them, but it was another thing entirely to form a voluntary alliance.

Genevieve didn't know how many living people were wandering there. She saw a few living people arrogantly showing off their power on the mire. She couldn't figure out why the living people did this and what their motives were. Perhaps when the being named Vlad realized that the precious ring had been stolen, it would be great if she could see the living person's proud smile disappear and turn into a wail of pain. Although she didn't belong to that group, she knew her kind, and she knew these living beings would surely face Vlad's wrath.

Genevieve, who was walking on the swamp, saw a body swinging on a wooden pole. The body had been stripped of its clothes and a bag was placed over its head. However, what surprised her was that something seemed to be moving in the bag. After standing there for a while, she was sure that something was moving, but she did not think it was the tongue of the corpse moving, but that it should be Is it a mouse?

Genevieve thought of something and felt a little sick. There was no doubt that before the corpse became a corpse, someone put a mouse in the bag. Before the corpse became a corpse, the mouse would eat it. This is really a strange thing. It's a terrible punishment, but she doesn't think it can be done by vampires, because vampires are not so boring, and it is most likely done by living people. However, how can those living people know that, for the twisted master, There is no essential difference between being alive or dead. Perhaps it won't be long before the body will be lowered, the bag over its head taken off, and it will rejoin the battle.

"I seem to hear something?"

"Child, that is your illusion, because there are only dead people here except us."

“Is there something I hear that I think we should tell someone because it might be important?”

"And what, kid? Do you think they'll thank you? No, no, no, they'll just laugh at you mercilessly. There's no one else alive here, kid, though none of us like to be around the dead. .So, you'd better follow my advice, shut up your extra mouth, and wait for someone else to tell them. This is my advice. I think my advice will help you gain valuable survival experience, because you will see What happened to those guys.”

"Good idea. If you are a good boy, you'd better follow his advice." Genevieve smiled as she thought about it.

"if……"

"There are not so many ifs. Don't worry about unnecessary things. This way you won't cause any danger, okay?"

"I...I...I mean..."

"You think too much, kid, and that's your problem. We're soldiers, and soldiers follow orders, and you know what that means? It means we do what they tell us, even if it means We have to obey orders far from home and sleep without feeling the warmth of a woman wrapped around us. But this is our life, kid, and you don't want the vampires to think you're afraid of your own shadow, do you? They will. The interruptions are annoying and irritating and they will just make your life a living hell."

Genevieve covered her mouth. She was almost amused by the veteran. She thought the veteran had rich experience and a rich understanding of life.

"Kid, remember, what you can't see won't hurt you. If you see it, you're dead." The veteran added.

Genevieve could no longer hear what the child was saying. The patrol route of the group of living people was not in the same direction as where she was going. She kept looking at the group of living people until the group of living people were in front of her. After disappearing from sight, she continued to move. She didn't crawl or lower her head, because it was a bit redundant. She walked slowly towards the core area, scanning the rows of white pavilions. She knew what she was doing. This was not suicide. Darkwu Si didn't force her to come.

Raindrops began to fall from the sky. Magic affected physics, and physics affected magic. Five minutes after Genevieve walked, heavy rain fell from the sky. She stretched out her hand to feel the rain, but she could not feel the coldness of the rain, she could only feel it. To the force of raindrops falling. She counted the fires scattered on the swamp that were not extinguished. She could vaguely see at least ten people warming themselves by the fires. She was very sure that these were living people, because the dead needed campfires, but they had to stay away. Campfire to avoid getting burned. She was burned by fire after becoming a vampire, and the wound left on her palm took a full ten years to heal. She roughly counted dozens of fires, which meant that there were more than 500 living people here.

After taking a look, Genevieve no longer paid attention to the bonfire and the living people. She knew that living people could feel time and get tired, and tired people often make mistakes, but this had nothing to do with her. She didn't need to wait, her magic robe could block the sight of living people, she was cast by those elven spellcasters, the spell would form a mist to block the sight of living people.

Genevieve closed her eyes as she walked, imagining herself walking among living people. Suddenly there was a restlessness in her heart, which had not been seen for a long time. As she went deeper, the restlessness became more intense, and various images kept emerging in her mind. Holding a recurve dagger, she cut the throats of living people while they were sleeping, making the recurve dagger covered with scarlet. The fangs are exposed and he drinks the blood of the living.

The picture in her mind made Genevieve shudder in her heart. This kind of thought should not appear in her mind. She did have this kind of thought when she first became a vampire. She tried to restrain this thought instead of Dominated by desires and instincts. After meeting Master Abao in Cathay, she learned how to truly restrain her inner desires, but here, this desire reappeared in her mind.

Genevieve's eyes opened, and she watched the carrion birds not far away pecking at the corpse of the deceased. She moved slowly, trying not to startle the sensitive birds. As she looked closer and closer to the core of the camp, it became increasingly clear in her heart that she did not belong to this group, even though they were of the same kind. Just like Darkus said, she is unique, but this uniqueness comes at a price. She cannot be with her kind, otherwise she will no longer be unique, but will become the same as her kind. A beast dominated by desire.

The human soldiers beside the fire did not notice a figure passing by them quietly. Some soldiers were sleeping, and some soldiers were talking quietly. Their voices were very low, and Genevieve could not hear them. What are they talking about.

Genevieve looked up at the sky. Except for the gradually restless desire and the interest in this adventure, she did not feel the slightest nervousness. She savored the feeling of the rain hitting her face. There was no doubt that, It was tempting to be kissed by the rain, so that she could feel alive instead of dead.

Vlad's location was in the center of the camp, surrounded by a circle of smaller temporary buildings. Genevieve stood in the shadows. She did not see the presence of the guards. This made her feel a little incredible. There were no guards in such a core and important position. Her instinct told him to be careful because it was too easy. , this is different from what she thought before, Vlad's army should not be like this, it is completely different from the human army and the elven army.

Genevieve stood in the shadows for a long time, she was observing, she was examining, she felt that the defenseless tent was like a trap, a bait. To lure her into the tent and into the iron jaws of her kind. However, after observing for a long time, she still didn't notice anything unusual. There were no vampires passing by, and there were no living patrols. It seemed that this place was empty, everything was an illusion, Vlad was not here, it was just a cover-up.

The sound of rain covered Genevieve's footsteps. She moved gracefully out of the darkness. Her movements did not make any sound or disturb the surrounding air. The rain kept falling on the tent, and she slowly walked towards Vlad's tent. She felt that her heart, which usually beat slowly, also started to beat rapidly. This was indeed very exciting, and made her feel like a believer. A challenge that she had never experienced before was waiting. She turned her head and looked behind her. She could not see anything. She could not see the distance. She turned her head and entered the tent without holding her breath.

It was very dark inside the tent, but Genevieve could see everything inside. She found the outline of the coffin immediately. She knew what she was doing. She didn't need to reach out and touch it randomly like a blind person. She Slowly walking to the middle of the two coffins, there was no doubt that one coffin belonged to Vlad and the other belonged to Isabella. There was still a strange smell in the air. Some fragrant wood was burning in the makeshift fireplace, and the residue was still floating in the air.

Vampires have the habit of closing the lid when lying in their coffins, but some vampires don't have this habit, making it easier to lift up the coffin. There are also coffins wrapped in vampires that are completely sealed from the outside, just like the white vampire lying under the sea. Mao Haken is the same, but there is no doubt that the couple maintains the good habit of covering the lid.

Standing between the two coffins, Genevieve observed carefully, sometimes looking to the left and sometimes to the right. She found that the specifications of the two coffins were different, one was larger than the other. After taking a look at the reliefs and decorations on the coffin lid, she slowly pushed the coffin lid open. There was no fear in her heart, and there was no ripple in the process.

On the contrary, Genevieve felt that the coffin lid seemed a bit heavy, and she did not think that sleeping in the coffin was a good habit. Lying in the coffin to close or push the coffin lid... This was really unimaginable. At least she didn't have the habit of sleeping in a coffin. She preferred to lie on a soft and comfortable bed, so that she felt like she was still alive.

Similarly, Genevieve also likes to wander in the dark night, staying high up with her legs swaying and looking at the double moons, and looking at the distance illuminated by the moonlight. This was the case when she was in Naggarond. She liked to do this very much. She often went to the top of the black tower after Darkos fell asleep, under the watchful eyes of the black guards standing guard in the black tower.

Occasionally, Genevieve could still see Wang, who was wrapped in armor, standing there and looking eastward silently. What was interesting was that they had not communicated with each other, as if they could not see each other, and neither of them disturbed the other. , in his own world. Curious, she asked Darkus why the king wrapped in armor always looked to the east instead of somewhere else. Darkus told her that he looked to the east because Ulthuan was in the east.

At dawn, Genevieve would return to the room where Darkus was. While Darkus was sleeping inside, she would lie on the table and admire Darkus. When sleeping outside, she would lie on the edge of the bed and admire Darkus.

Now, Genevieve, who pushed open the coffin lid, lay on the coffin and admired the same kind inside. She felt that her kind, her kind, was the Vlad in Darkos's mouth. He was very handsome and smooth. And her strong facial features did not reveal the corruption that replaced her soul at all. She stared at Vlad for a long time, and she admitted that Vlad was very charming and handsome. If she were still in the Palaon court, she would try her best to Get close to Vlad and get Vlad's attention.

But now, Genevieve, who has experienced so much, will not do this anymore. She is no longer the little girl she once was, although her face has always remained sixteen years old. Her heart belongs to Darkus and she cannot be attracted to anyone else. Although Vlad was handsome and charming, he was still inferior compared to Darkus. And appearance is secondary. The important thing is that she found a deeper attraction and emotional connection with Darkus.

Darkus is not only Genevieve's companion, but also her confidant and support, and the bond between them transcends looks and physical attraction. By Dacus' side, Genevieve felt true love and belonging. This was enough for her, which made her content. She didn't want to ask for anything else, and she knew she couldn't ask for anything else.

Vlad's hands were crossed on his chest, and on his right hand was a luxurious signet ring set with a green gemstone. The two sides of the ring were studded with diamonds, which looked like a pair of outstretched wings. On his right hand, he wears a black alloy hoop. The alloy is very magical. It seems to be made of some unknown metal. There is a depression on the outer ring of the alloy hoop. There must have been something placed in the depression before, but the thing is missing. , only the alloy hoop is left.

Genevieve, who was lying on the edge of the coffin, did not take action immediately. She was thinking because she knew that Darkos was wearing a few rings on his hand, and most of these rings were decorations. But she knew that one of the ordinary black rings was the most important, because Darkus once mentioned to her that the black ring given by Malekith could resist black magic.

Genevieve asked Darkus what Vlad's ring looked like. She clearly remembered Darkus's reaction. Darkus smiled and said to her: That ring is with you. Vlad is very old, so long that it can be traced back to thousands of years, before the advent of Sigma. During these thousands of years, the ring has been with Vlad, allowing Vlad to avoid countless deaths. You are also a vampire. If you had such a ring, what would you choose to do?

"You won't notice. This is the best deception." After silently reciting these words to Darkus in her mind, Genevieve looked at the alloy hoop. There was no doubt that that The ornate signet ring, which was worth an emperor's ransom, was just a trick to attract attention. She slowly stood up and put her hands on the edge of the coffin into the coffin.

Genevieve's technique was transcendent, which even Felix admired. She held the alloy hoop in her hand. After taking a look, she did not directly put the alloy hoop on her hand. She is very cautious because she doesn't know what the consequences will be after wearing it. She has been with Darkus for a long time and knows a truth, that is, don't come into contact with things of unknown origin, otherwise you may encounter something scary. , faced with a terrible fate, just like the Malus who had impressed her so much. She didn't want to put on the ring and collapse here until she was woken up by Vlad who stood up. The scene was simply... unimaginable. She didn't belong to her kind, and she didn't want to come into contact with her kind in this way.

After hanging the ring on the hook of her belt, Genevieve pulled hard a few more times to ensure that the ring would not suddenly fall off. After doing all this, she looked at Vlad sleeping in the coffin, sometimes at the signet ring, sometimes at Vlad's face. Finally, when she was about to leave, she thoughtfully helped Vlad close the coffin lid. When she did it, she didn't even know why she did it. Could it be that she had taken care of Darkus for too long? Or was it because her residual sympathy couldn't bear to let Vlad discover that someone had been here? Maybe...this way Vlad wouldn't find out that the ring was missing at the first time, right?

Genevieve closed the coffin lid and no longer thought about it. She exited the tent as she had done before. When she exited, she looked at the coffin next to her. She had a curiosity and wanted to see She wanted to see what Vlad's spouse looked like, but in the end she suppressed her curiosity and exited the tent.

"Maybe... he will be very angry when he finds out that the ring has disappeared?" Genevieve, who was thinking, stepped into the shadows again, her solo dance was completed, and her performance came to an end.

Genevieve will leave a rich mark in the history of the empire, and her name will be remembered by mankind. Perhaps anthropologists will investigate and study her in the future, and perhaps trace her name to the other side of the Gray Mountains. of Palavon. Of course, she would not mind appearing in front of anthropologists who would study her in the future, telling them what happened tonight across time and history.

"The greatest thief of all time, the mysterious Genevieve Sandrine Bottey Lectidone, this is so interesting."