Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Amy could feel her little heart beating violently in her chest like a dwarf blacksmith's hammer. Breathing was a pain for her now. Every time she took in air, her lungs were burning. His legs were almost numb from muscle pain, and his beautiful floral skirt was torn during the escape. But worst of all, the cold fear made her feel like all the strength had been drained from her body.

"Run, Amy! Run, for Thalia's sake, run and don't look back!"

Her mother's frightened words still linger in Amy's ears, and she suppresses sobs when she thinks of her mother. When the monster broke into the church, her mother fled with her, but her mother paid no attention to the direction, let alone the ground, and they were forced to flee into the cemetery. Her mother's feet broke the surface of a shallow grave and her mother's legs became lodged in the fragmented lid of a rotting coffin, ending the chase for freedom and hope.

Amy wanted to be with her mother, and the idea of ​​being away from her was scarier than facing the monster, but her mother yelled at her and pushed her away. Her mother's roaring voice, full of anger and anxiety, ordered her to run.

When Amy thought about her mother being so angry with her, she finally couldn't help it, she cried, she didn't want to think that those screams of pain were from her mother. When she was about to turn her head, her mother's stern warning prevented her from doing so. Likewise, she knew deep down that if she looked back, she would see something terrible...

When Amy heard the sound of running footsteps behind her, her red eyes widened in horror. After looking around, she chose to get into the narrow alleyway, put her nose against the cold and damp wall, and used a He covered his mouth tightly with one hand to suppress his sobs. She covered one ear with her other hand. She turned her head over, controlled her breathing, and put her other ear against the wall, trying to block the approaching footsteps.

While running, Amy could always hear the sound of running footsteps. Some were the sounds of other people trying to escape, and some were the sounds of pursuers. Sometimes the escapees would be caught, and then the night would be filled with terrible sharp sounds. The screams were torn apart, and now she couldn't run. She didn't want to hear any more screams.

Amy squatted down against the wall and stared into the darkness with her eyes wide open. She didn't want to think of any sound, but she didn't want to close her eyes. She didn't know where she would go without her parents. Although her mother and her father, who was on leave in the army, had taken her to many places in Altdorf during her short life, she didn't know where she was going now, and the night had left her disoriented. She wanted to go to the Cathedral of Sigmar, but she didn't really know where it was, only that it had huge stone walls, large buildings, and gentle priests.

A glimmer of hope flashed through Amy's heart. If she could find the Cathedral of Sigmar, she could get the priests to help her. The priests would ride on white horses, their armor gleaming in the sun. The priests would make all the monsters disappear. and save her mother and others.

Amy didn't know how much time passed. She removed her hands from her ears and mouth. She leaned away from the wall next to her and listened to the sounds around her. Bravery is important to her now because the priest once told her that priests would only listen to brave girls. She closed her eyes and wiped her tears, she didn't know how to find the Cathedral of Sigmar, but she knew she had to.

"Hiss...hiss..."

Amy heard a sharp hissing sound above her head, as if the neighbor's grandmother was pumping the air with her cracked teeth. Her face turned pale the moment she heard the sound, and the courage she had just summoned was overwhelmed by fear and helplessness. She turned her neck with difficulty and stared above her head. Instantly, fear flooded into her heart like a tide, and she saw a huge dark shadow, which seemed to be a creature that came out of a nightmare, with a vague shape and an evil light shining in its eyes.

The dark hissing sound accompanied by the cold wind made her skin feel cold, and she felt as if she was in an inescapable nightmare. She knew she had to act quickly or the consequences would be disastrous. She struggled to her feet, and even though her legs seemed to have lost all strength, she knew she couldn't stay where she was now.

A ghoul with a heavy body and long fangs lay there like a giant toad, like a tomb of death. Its skin was gray and full of cracks and rotten sores. Foul-smelling fluids continuously oozed from those wounds, and there was a strong putrid smell, like the breath of death permeating everywhere. Its eyes were as yellow as sulfur, as bottomless as an abyss, revealing an endless hunger and ferocity.

The ghoul's fangs were sharp and cruel, and each tooth was stained with blood and carrion residue, shining with a heart-stopping light. Its claws are like iron hooks, extremely sharp and can easily tear flesh and crush bones. The claws penetrated deep into the wall, and the debris fell on Amy's head along with gravity. There was a trace of black liquid hanging from the corner of its mouth, like the saliva of death, dripping on the ground and making a harsh gurgling sound, which made Amy Mi felt a chill in her heart.

This terrifying being stared at Amy mercilessly, its stomach growling with hunger. Its eyes were full of desire for life and pursuit of death, as if it wanted to devour Amy's body and soul.

After reacting, Amy screamed and ran out of the gap in the wall. The ghoul that was staring at her also jumped from a high place and landed where she was a second ago. The ghoul's claws slammed into her as she was running away, and her beautiful floral dress became torn, but luckily she was not caught by the ghoul's claws. The monster roared angrily and crawled on all fours, chasing her.

The little girl's heart beat as fast as a drum. She ran down the dark street, her footsteps echoing in the quiet night. The stagnant breath of the ghoul coming from behind sent shivers down her spine, as if death was close before her eyes. Her legs were driven by fear and she ran feebly. She could not get rid of the deadly pursuer no matter what.

Wild shouts and animalistic howls came from the darkness, making Amy's heart tremble. Every sound was like the call of the devil, making her feel deeply frightened and helpless. She started crying. In this dark night, she felt as if she was an isolated and helpless boat, swallowed by the raging darkness.

More and more ghouls emerge from the shadows, their eyes gleaming with hunger like will-o'-the-wisps, eager to tear and chew the delicious food that escapes. Their roars were like the call of hell, making Amy tremble.

The little girl felt the emotion of despair. Despite her young age, she knew that she had fallen into the shadow of death and could not escape the entanglement of this nightmare. Fear kept her running when every muscle in her body told her to lie down and wait for death. Her mother's screams echoed in her head, fear sending blood flowing through her shaking body, fear forcing her to let air into her burning lungs.

The ghouls running on all fours were still chasing, grabbing Amy's hair fiercely. The terrifying ghouls kept appearing, converging on Amy's running route from both sides of the road. Amy screamed, calling to Sigmar, to Thalia, to the gods she knew. She felt as if the darkness around her was trying to swallow her soul, but she still fought hard, unwilling to fall prey to these monsters.

The ghoul who was following Amy grabbed his claws and hit her on the back with the back of his hand. She was caught off guard and fell to the ground while she was running. The monster tilted its head and squinted at her, licking its fangs and watching the blood ooze from her skinned knees. Other ghouls moved toward her, forming a cordon around the helpless prey.

The stench hit her nostrils, and Amy could feel the rotten smell exuding from the ghouls, as if they were demons from the depths of hell. The ghoul's eyes were full of hunger and ferocity, and every step carried an unmistakable aura of death. Helplessness and despair cut through her heart like a sharp knife. She knew that she was on the verge of life and death. Facing these terrifying monsters, she could hardly feel any hope. But she did not give up. Her will to survive was still burning, and she kept calling the names of the gods. She would not give up. Her father once told her that no matter how terrible the enemy is, she must face it bravely. .

"Dirty monster!"

Perhaps the gods responded to Amy's call. A ray of light appeared not far from the street, and an old man with a lantern in his hand appeared. He approached Amy with difficulty on crutches. The old man is not a warrior, but a scholar. He is a disciple of Verena, the goddess of wisdom, and he is a lecturer at the University of Altdorf. He could have stayed in the apartment and survived, but he wanted to do something. He took over the duties of Pastor More. He and other scholars led students and free people to activities in the streets.

Amy's eyes widened with a hint of hope and disbelief. Although the old man holding the lantern was old, the aura exuding from the old man was full of a kind of sacred power, as if he was a wise man who came out of ancient legends. The arrival of the old man gave her a glimmer of hope, a glimmer of hope flickering in the darkness.

The old man on crutches had a hard time walking, but he seemed to be unaffected by his injuries and still walked forward firmly. The students and free people who had been with him had died, and now the holy water had been spilled by him. After approaching Amy, he pulled Amy up from the ground and handed the lantern to Amy.

Amy took the lantern, and she felt that the light in her hand was like a warm light, illuminating the darkness in her heart. She looked at the old man and felt an inexplicable sense of security and trust, as if the old man was her patron saint.

"Child, don't be afraid, run, don't stop, hold the lantern, Verena will bless you, Verena will light the way ahead of you." Although the old man's voice was hoarse, it was kind and firm. At the end of his words, he patted Amy on the shoulder, and then walked towards the stunned ghoul.

Tears welled up from Amy's eyes. She nodded and obeyed the old man's words. Holding the lantern tightly, she felt comforted in her heart. She took the lantern and ran. She didn't dare to look back. She held the light in her hand tightly and ran forward.

The old man who passed by Amy faced the group of stunned ghouls. The ghouls who still had a trace of wisdom were confused by his actions. Facing the terrifying monster, his eyes were full of determination, and his heart was filled with faith in Verena and the responsibility to protect all living beings. He stepped forward and walked towards the monster closest to him without fear. He stretched out his hand and slapped the stunned ghoul hard on the face.

The slap was like a loud noise, shaking the whole street. The stunned ghoul was beaten back repeatedly by the weak slap. Just when the old man was about to hit it with a cane, it reacted, with a look of violence and violence in its eyes. The hunger and thirst are more intense.

The old man did not waver. Although he faced the threat of death, his heart was still as calm as water, just like when he gave lectures to students at Altdorf University. When he chose to walk out of the apartment, he knew his next fate. . He didn't scream or show a trace of panic. He knew that he had done everything he could, his mission had been completed, and the most important thing now was to let the little girl escape safely.

The ghoul rushed towards the old man, and under the huge force, his crutch flew out. He tried desperately to resist it with both hands, but in the end he could not resist the ferocious attack. At that moment, he was overwhelmed by monsters and swallowed up by darkness. However, he was not afraid because he knew that his sacrifice would bring hope for the little girl's escape.

At the last moment when the old man closed his eyes, he saw the little girl carrying a lantern disappearing around the corner of the street. At that moment, he showed a happy smile, Verena would bless the girl, and the little girl would be able to survive and move on for a better future.

Alaric raised a huge battle ax and struck it hard on the face of a woman whose eye sockets were full of maggots. The sharp ax ripped the woman's face in half. But the woman was still struggling, reaching out her hands to desperately try to grab his face. Under the woman's attack, he staggered back a step, and then he stepped forward again, swinging the ax and slashing at the woman's neck. The long-dead woman staggered and lay on the ground, becoming lifeless.

The woman has been dead for a long time, so long that the blood has completely solidified and cannot flow out from the wound. She has no head and she has not screamed. However, the silence is more terrifying than any sound on the battlefield. The dwarf's ax kept chopping. The ax cut off the spine of the deceased and tore the shoulders and skull. But even so, the deceased was still twisting on the ground, trying to stand up and pounce on the living.

"Grimnir!"

Alaric kicked the woman's head away, his roar echoing as the dead man trudged forward. This is all he has when facing death. This is what the dwarf needs. Grimnir gives him strength, and the stubbornness of the mountains gives him courage. With courage and strength, and that of his grey-bearded father, he was a rock in the mountains and could withstand anything, even though he was born in Altdorf and as an Imperial dwarf he had never been to the mountains.

Jibrek is Alaric's father. He has a great temperament in him, which is not just courage and skill alone, but a representative of iron will. He who stood there swinging the ax was like a mountain, unshakable, tireless, insurmountable, and unconquerable.

Alaric took back his ax again and gasped for air. He could feel a chill slowly eroding his heart. No matter how hard the battle was and how many dead he killed, this was a battle that must be lost. Since the siege of Altdorf, he followed his father to the city wall in the north city, and then filled the big hole in the east city. During the three days of fighting, his compatriots continued to die and returned to Walla. Ya's embrace, so that the team had to withdraw.

Panting, Alaric swung his ax at a shambling corpse, its head falling to the ground under his onslaught. The battle was extremely fierce and continued. Although the dwarves had superb fighting skills, despair and fatigue were written on every dwarf's face.

Failure is inevitable.

Jibrek's ax swung in a fatal arc, and the flashing grunni runes cut into the body of the deceased. The deceased was shattered by the terrifying blow, and he rescued the deceased from the pain. The deceased's intestines fell to the ground like loops of smooth gray rope. The deceased raised his head blankly, a confused expression frozen on the deceased's face.

"There is no better place to die than here, father." Panting Alaric leaned against his father's side and shouted.

"Yes, my son. Maybe beer and a warm bed are the second best places. You can regard this as a complaint. What I want to do most right now is drink a barrel of ale." Jibrek said cheerfully laughed.

Three staggering corpses rushed towards the dwarves. After Alaric knocked one corpse aside, he used his ax to split the sternum of another corpse. When his father split the third corpse, he grinned. He wanted to say something, but at that moment, his smile and words froze. He saw his few relatives falling, drowned by the tide of corpses. The deceased brutally tore off the flesh and blood of the living, and the screams of his relatives were drowned in the tide of corpses.

The death of his loved ones angered Alaric, and anger filled his emotions, but the suffocation of despair also surrounded him. Darkness gripped his heart like an iron fist, squeezing his hope. Another relative of his was also overwhelmed by the tide of corpses. He froze there, watching the dead tearing out the throat of his relative. He struggled to break free from the abyss of emotion, and his mind swayed between anger and despair.

Although the darkness mercilessly enveloped Alaric, he knew that now was not the time to retreat. He had to fight, for the sake of his lost relatives and for those who were still struggling to survive. He knew that his death would bring no rest, and that no matter what he had done, there would be no honor in dying here. He kept swinging the ax in his hand, and a firm determination surged in his heart. He would never allow any dark force to destroy his home and love.

Alaric's heart was filled with pain and sorrow, but his swing of the ax showed the courage and strength of the dwarf. He would not stop, and he would move forward bravely to protect the hope of survival. He knows that only fighting can bring hope of survival, and only facing it bravely can save everything he holds dear.

After cutting down the dead man, Alaric turned to look at his father. He hoped to gain something from his father, but his father did not give him any power. He saw failure and dullness in his father's old eyes. , he didn't get anything useful to him. The former mountain was collapsing. He stood at the foot of the mountain and witnessed the cracking and collapse of the rocks. Only rubble remained on the once upright mountain. He seemed to be witnessing the demise of a legend.

"Let's go! My child, humanity needs you, take the women and children and leave here. Altdorf is about to fall, there is no hope. Remember! Never trust Elgi! Those pointy ears without beards can never be trusted! Elgram ! They are weak, useless, skinny! Their words are like troll excrement, full of shit, just like what you saw that day. There is no hope, the child leads the survivors back to the Gray Mountains Go back to Karak Dreadnaught and tell them what happened in Altdorf."

Jibrek, who was wielding the axe, said at the top of his lungs. He was constantly cursing and venting.

Alaric listened to his father's words. He did not move. He was still fighting. His heart was full of struggles and contradictions. He knew that what his father said was the truth. Altdorf had fallen into a desperate situation. Staying here would only bring disaster. Death and despair. But he couldn't abandon his father here. He was unwilling to give up the fight, let alone leave his father in this fallen land.

"Father, I will not abandon you!" Alaric's voice was full of firmness and determination. He refused his father's order and chose to fight side by side with his father to defend his homeland and protect everything he cherished.

"Go! Go! Go!" Jibrek roared at the end. He waved his tomahawk, which drew a death arc in mid-air. He kicked the corpse on the chest and pulled out the axe. Seeing Alaric standing there, he risked losing his balance and slammed his fist on his son's armor. Alaric staggered back, but Alaric still showed no sign of moving.

"My child, I am not only your father, I am also your king, my child, they need you more than me!"

"You can't win, Father... You can't win on your own."

"We failed, kid! I will have dinner with your grandfather at sunrise, share stories of bravery with your great-grandfather, brag about the hundreds of lives my son saved. You've grown up, kid, now, Do it! My child, try to take humanity out and make me proud of you, child, and remember! Death is glorious and I will watch over you and I will be waiting for you on the other side!"

After Jibrak finished speaking, he looked at Alaric with gratified eyes, then turned his head and roared, launching a final charge towards the dead who were rushing towards him with anger.

"Dirty stuff, here's a steel dinner for your dirty heart!"

Alaric ran, his heart racing, as he heard the sound of a child screaming and looked around frantically for the source of the scream. When he calmed down, he found what he was looking for, a child with a lantern in his hand surrounded by ghouls. He raised his ax and roared, charging at the ghoul. The ghoul closest to him screamed, and under the momentum of the charge, the steel smashed into the ghoul's chest.

The ghoul that fell to the ground withered. As the ghoul fell, Amy raised her head in surprise. A dwarf as tall as herself rushed out of the darkness, blocking her and the monster. The appearance of the dwarf gave her a glimmer of hope. Although the dwarf was as tall as her, at this moment she felt that the dwarf's figure was tall and solid, standing in front of her like a solid rock. Under the illumination of the lantern, the steel in the dwarf's hand shone like a bolt of lightning cutting through the darkness.

"Despicable thing! Dirty thing! He has an appetite for chasing little girls, but he has no temper for fighting with grown men! Rubbish!"

Alaric, who drew his axe, glared at the ghouls lurking in the shadows. This group of cowardly monsters were cowering under his axe. To him, these four-legged cannibals looked like a group of hungry bastards. He spat and cursed at the ghoul who was about to pounce on him.

The ghouls who were about to pounce on the dwarf stopped and retreated. The ghouls spat and roared at the dwarf, but did not approach the dwarf. Meanwhile, Alaric didn't push any further, he was too tired and he couldn't give the cannibals a chance. He knew these monsters were just waiting and would swarm him like a pack of wolves if they saw an opportunity.

The silent confrontation continued. Alaric stood in front of Amy, holding a weapon and his eyes were firm, but he did not act rashly. Amy held the lantern tightly with one hand and her mouth with the other. She knew that she could not make any sound now, as it would affect the dwarf. She looked at all this, and her heart was filled with uneasiness. She felt the dwarf's fatigue. She knew that the dwarf was exhausted, but at the same time she felt a glimmer of hope, because this brave dwarf was still standing in front of her, protecting her.

In this tense atmosphere, time seemed to slow down, and every second seemed to be stretched out. The ghouls roared, but did not impulsively attack. They seemed to be waiting for some kind of signal or opportunity.

The sound of fighting and wailing in the distance suddenly sounded, as if a heavy blow hit the hearts of the ghouls. These monsters panicked and fled around like a swarm of frightened bees. These depraved cannibals were like being caught. Whining like a whipped wild dog. Their fear stopped them from roaring and threatening, and they disappeared into the shadows and scattered.

Alaric looked at this scene and was secretly glad in his heart, but he did not dare to be careless. He knew that although the immediate threat was gone, it did not mean that he could relax. There might be more dangers lurking in the darkness, waiting for him. But now, he at least had a chance to breathe.

"Uncle Dwarf, are we leaving here?" Amy said in a trembling voice, grabbing Alaric's arm with the hand she had previously covered her mouth with.

Alaric nodded and held the ax in his hand tightly. He led the little girl and began to walk cautiously towards the other direction of the street. He was alert to any possible dangers.

"What's your name, little girl?" After a long time, when Alaric thought it was safe, he turned around and looked at the little girl. His solemn face tried to become gentle, and he asked in a soft tone. . He tried to remove the tension and wariness from his voice, trying to give the little girl a sense of security.

"Amy."

"Okay, very good, Amy, you are so strong." Alaric praised gently, trying to give Amy a little warmth and courage in this dangerous environment.

"Thank you, Uncle Dwarf." Amy's uneasiness and gratitude were intertwined in her heart. She held Uncle Dwarf's hand tightly. She found a glimmer of hope and shelter in Uncle Dwarf, but the unfamiliar environment and the horror she had just experienced The incident still frightens her.

"Amy, you are so powerful. You have courage. Uncle Dwarf will protect you." Alaric encouraged. After seeing Amy nodding with red eyes, he continued, "Amy, you have to be strong, okay? ?Let us find more survivors and let’s find a safe place together, okay?”

Amy tried to control her emotions and prevent tears from welling up again. She nodded slightly. Although she was still a little girl, her heart was still full of fear of the unknown and longing for her mother, but in Alaric's company, she felt an inexplicable power. She is fully aware of her fragility, but also understands that in this dangerous environment, she must become strong, for her father who is still fighting, for the protection of her mother, for the old man who gave her the lantern, and for those who are still waiting for hope. people.

"We will definitely find more survivors, Amy. You have to believe in yourself and be strong. I will always be by your side." Alaric encouraged again.

After a while, Alaric and Amy came to the outskirts of a temple of Thalia. Thalia's protection disappeared and the temple fell. The dead were getting up from their beds and rushing towards the living, and the whole of Altdorf was in a commotion. In cemeteries, loved ones are returning from the veil of death, bringing death to those who survive.

"We have to get out of here as soon as possible, Amy. This place is irreparable. We have to find a safe place quickly." Alaric's heart became heavier and he whispered, his voice full of anxiety and determination.

Amy nodded. She felt the dwarf uncle's anxiety and knew that now was not the time to stay. She held Alaric's belt and followed Alaric out of the outskirts of Thalia's temple.

Alaric, who had turned around, stopped and heard the screams of the living. He searched for the source of the sound just as he had searched for Amy before, and finally he found what he was looking for, a frightened human woman staggering out of the temple of Thalia.

"Come to me!" Alaric looked at Amy, and after nodding to Amy, he shouted to the woman, and then he raised his ax and rushed in the direction of the woman. (End of chapter)