Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

There are no vampires left standing on the wall where Darkus is. They have all been taken care of by Drusala, who is like a gatekeeper. They are either dead or have escaped. Of course, except for Isabella, but she didn't stand either. Instead, she huddled in the corner of the battlement. She was afraid of light and hid in the shadow of Drusala's spread wings.

"Dear?" Isabella stretched her neck and looked at Vlad, who was approaching. Her expression was full of pain, her trembling voice was filled with childlike pain, and the hope in her eyes was heartbreaking. But soon, the innocence disappeared, and her face was torn by ferocious howls. She slapped her face, scratched her eyes violently, and let a string of bloody tears flow down her cheeks.

"My dear, don't be like this, don't be like this." After Vlad saw Isabella's appearance, he dropped his blood-drinking sword and quickly came to Isabella, squatted down and hugged Isabella tightly. Bella.

"No! No! Your immortal, you will not die, you liar, you liar! Liar!"

Vlad did not succeed in comforting Isabella, and Isabella howled and beat Vlad's chest like crazy.

"My dear, we failed, it's over, it's all over." Vlad comforted softly.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, honey, you won't leave me here, will you? You love me, you promised me, you won't leave me! Let's go home, let's go home, Let’s go back to Sylvania, to Duncanhof Castle, I don’t want it anymore, I don’t want anything else! I just want you, I just hope you can stay with me, as long as we go home, as long as we return to Sylvan Nia, everything is fine, just like it was before.”

After hearing Vlad's words, Isabella stopped going crazy. She leaned on the battlement and shook her head, putting her knees on her chin and wrapping her arms around her knees. At first she murmured, but by the end she looked up at Vlad with pleading eyes.

Darkus in the distance watched all this quietly, looking at the pair of true lovers. In his opinion, Isabella was never an innocent person who needed to be saved, but rather someone who needed to be killed. The nature of a monster and beast makes Isabella unable to be tamed. Besides, Isabella does not need to be saved. Everything in the past is saying goodbye to Isabella, and what is left is just an existence full of hatred for everything.

"Don't be like this, honey, my friends are watching. You are embarrassing me like this. Let us maintain our last dignity, okay?" Vlad, who was holding Isabella, could see Isabella's eyes. With tears flashing in his eyes, he reached out and brushed the hair away from Isabella's face. He whispered softly, and then kissed Isabella.

"Isabella blooms like a flower, with love intertwined and heartbeats resonating, but the hand of fate is approaching quietly."

"She was riddled with illness, and her fair skin was slowly eroded in the embrace of her lover. Her gentle plea echoed in the air, begging him to save her, even if death was imminent."

"In that long night, More's shadow stretched forward. Sad tears flowed between his lips as he approached the beautiful Isabella."

"Even though he knew his love was irretrievable, he still leaned forward and kissed her soul. More moved on, and as she lay dying, her love remained."

After a passionate kiss, Vlad sang. His voice was full of melancholy, and his soft tone was incompatible with everything around him. As he sang, his fingers played on Isabella's skin. Isabella relaxed, she leaned in Vlad's arms, closed her eyes that were still bleeding, and enjoyed the poetry rapped by her lover.

This is a ballad, composed by the bards of Sylvania. It is called "Beautiful Isabella". It is a love song and a tragedy.

Darkus stood in the distance, listening intently to Vlad's singing. He felt the emotion and power contained in the song. It was a tremor. He could feel the power of the song seeping into his skin, making his heart beat rapidly. It felt like blood singing in his veins. Same.

Every word touched a certain resonance deep in Darkos's heart, as if he had found something. This seemed to be a firm belief in love. He raised his hand and tapped the beat gently. He smiled affectionately at Drusala who looked at him.

"In this dark night, your shadow is so bright. Your soul will always shine in my heart."

"Darkness surrounds me, and your love illuminates my heart. In this endless night, you are my only light."

Vlad was still singing, but the tone of his voice changed, and his voice gradually dropped an octave, as if he was falling into deeper emotion. Every note reveals the sadness and loneliness deep in his heart, seeming to be telling the world his pain and helplessness. Under the cover of daylight, his voice became heavier and more powerful, as if it was a cry for the irreversible fate of life. But even so, he still sang firmly, expressing his belief in love and hope.

Darkus was still beating to a beat that he didn't quite match. He could only appreciate and listen. He didn't understand anything about composition and music, but he understood Isabella. In his opinion Isabella von Carstein was Vlad's equal in every respect, just as he was with Drusala, but unlike Drusala, Isabella was both beautiful And cruel, a dangerous combination.

However, unlike Vlad, Isabella's cruel and power-hungry nature is completely different from Vlad's, and what's even more terrifying is that her actions are often premeditated and cold. Unlike Vlad's inner conflict, her desires and actions are clear and determined. She pursues power and control and does not hesitate to achieve her goals at any cost.

Isabella's nature is full of deception and betrayal. For her, others are just tools to achieve their goals, rather than independent individuals. Compared with Vlad's belief in love and hope, Isabella shows more of a desire for power and a fascination with darkness. But sometimes things are so contradictory, she and Vlad are the perfect balance, she is Vlad's perfect foil, they both are the perfect partner.

"My dear, I think of that night." Isabella said softly, lying in Vlad's arms.

"I remember, of course I remember."

Vlad had no reason to forget that night. The weather was not good that day, and rising fog covered Duncanhof Castle. Carriages carrying Sylvania's dignitaries drove in an endless stream along the winding road to the drawbridge of the Black Castle. Some of these dignitaries even came from the farthest reaches of Sylvania, just to pay their respects to him and Yi. Sabella paid her respects.

From a distance, the city gate looks like a big mouth, waiting to swallow the powerful. However, this is indeed the case. That night, Duncanhof Castle held a dance of death, a masquerade ball in memory of the deceased. It was the eve of the Witching Night.

The dignitaries who came from far away witnessed the unveiling ceremony of the sculpture of Isabella created by the artist. The artist was an old man in his old age. There was no doubt that the sculpture was his last masterpiece. He had not accepted any commissions for more than ten years. Many people thought that he would not move again until he created works of art for More. As a result, Vlad somehow convinced him that before the powerful people It seems that this is no small miracle. From a certain perspective, Vlad is very convincing.

Preparations for the Dance of Death begin long in advance, and tailors are busy sewing gorgeous gowns, each piece carefully designed to reveal the beauty and elegance of the wearer, making it shine at the banquet. Dairy farmers and wine merchants collect the best quality goods and transport fine wine and food to Duncanhof Castle to ensure that every ingredient is the freshest and most delicious. Bakers bake tempting breads and desserts, while butchers prepare a variety of rich meats to add delicious enjoyment to the banquet.

There was a busy scene everywhere inside and outside the castle. Servants shuttled back and forth, arranging every detail of the banquet. Flowers and greenery are placed in every corner, adding a touch of life and elegance to the venue. Gorgeous tableware and exquisite decorations are placed in the banquet hall, creating a distinguished atmosphere for the guests.

During the preparations for the banquet, Duncanhof Castle took on an unprecedented luxurious atmosphere. Gorgeous lights flickered in the night, and candlelight adorned the entire banquet hall, setting off the luxurious decorations and gorgeous dresses, making the entire scene seem like a fairy tale dreamland.

Due to the large number of visitors, the hall of Duncanhof Castle was suffocatingly hot. In this sweltering environment, everyone's clothes were as hot as flames, but their expressions were still focused and excited. They talked, laughed, and enjoyed everything this feast had to offer. Even with sweat dripping down their foreheads, they were still immersed in the atmosphere of this luxurious banquet.

The ladies wore gorgeous dresses with sparkling jewels. They gathered together and waved folding fans. Their eyes were constantly wandering among the crowd, looking for objects that interested them, potential conversation partners or topics for gossip. Their beauty and elegance were particularly dazzling in this small space, becoming one of the most charming scenery at this banquet.

Although the environment was extremely hot and stuffy, the guests were still in a happy mood. They thoroughly enjoyed everything this feast brought, as if they had forgotten all the troubles in the outside world. This sizzling night is destined to be a night full of energy and passion that will leave lasting memories.

Beside Vlad's obsidian throne, a row of violinists and cellists immersed themselves in a sea of ​​music, playing the Third Concerto of Sigmar Priest Adolphus. The played notes flowed in the air, and each note impacted the hearts of the guests like a huge wave. The power brought by the music seemed to penetrate the soul and touch the softness deep in the heart.

Every note seems to exude a kind of divine purity, which is intoxicating. Such beauty cannot be described in words.

On the other side of the Obsidian Throne, a huge pillar has been built, on which hangs the artist's sculpture of Isabella von Carstein. The sculpture is hidden behind a pure red curtain, as if waiting for the opportunity. , ready to be shown to guests.

Guests moved gracefully across the floor, as if they were all part of some large, orchestrated dance. Their steps are light and graceful, and every movement is full of taste and charm, making the whole scene more gorgeous and spectacular, making the whole scene seem like a beautiful picture, which makes people unable to take their eyes off and immersed in it.

The rhythm of the music gradually becomes melancholy, as if foreshadowing an ominous atmosphere. A haggard young man stood on the mahogany railing. His hairless eyes were cold and firm, seeming to despise the dancing figures on the dance floor. He seemed to see a swarm of flies squirming on the corpse of a dead animal. His face His disgust was undisguised.

Behind the young man, there were five people standing, two of whom looked very similar to him. They seemed to be brothers. They carry weapons and are ready to intervene at any time to control any disturbance that may occur. Their eyes were alert and cold, as if they were guards from a certain family, defending the honor of their master and family to the death. If the dance floor descends into chaos, due to the riot of drunkards or the anger of a border baron, they will immediately spring into action to maintain order and safety.

The tone of the music changed again and turned into an intoxicating carol. The melodious melody of the violin replaced the bard's singing. The breath of the music spiraled up, bringing the atmosphere of the venue to a climax.

Vlad and the beautiful Isabella entered the venue. The tall and handsome Vlad was like a predator, elegant and confident, while Isabella seemed to be his shadow, complementing him perfectly. He raised Isabella's hand and bowed his head in greeting amid applause, but even when he lowered his head, he exuded a vague sense of oppression, which made the guests present have to stare at him in awe.

Vlad, with a melancholic look, possesses an unparalleled charm that is too powerful to be concealed. He manipulates the bodies and souls of the guests like a hypnotist. Under his guidance, everyone in the hall will dance freely. In contrast, Isabella's charm is more original and direct. She shows confidence in power. Her eyes are dignified, her smile is light, her touch is enchanting, her steps are extremely elegant, and her black hair is spread like a waterfall. behind her back.

“Friends, I welcome you to my home, where today we celebrate life at its most fragile and finite, and revel in infinite death. We who are gathered together tonight are equal, we cannot tell one from the other. .Tonight, we put aside all taboos and immerse ourselves in the music of these outstanding players. So! I urge you to surrender to the dance of death. After all, this is the dance of the dead. What qualifications do we mortals have to bear it? What about such a solemn dance partner?

Friends, raise a toast to the restless dead! Respect the mummy! Respect the illusion! Cheers to the nightmare! Respect the ghost! Respect the dead! Respect the ghost! Respect the bound spirit! Respect the evil spirit! Respect the zombies! Respect the corpse demon! Here’s to the ghouls! Here’s to the succubus! Respect the lich! "

Vlad's voice penetrated the venue, his voice was not loud, but his voice was transmitted to the ears of every guest. At the end, he said in a voice that only he could hear: "And, vampire! "

"Honor the dead!"

Vlad's toast was applauded by the guests, and various sounds echoed in the venue.

The music continued to play, and along with the dancers' graceful movements, the atmosphere gradually reached a climax. Each guest was immersed in the rhythm, as if driven by the power of the music, and at the same time, an ominous atmosphere began to spread in the hall. Under the magic of music, the guests' emotions became excited and unstable, as if it controlled their innermost desires and impulses.

As the beat quickened, an indescribable sense of tension enveloped the entire hall, as if a climax was about to come, but this climax was not one of joy and blessing, but the coming of a killing.

The music fell into silence for a moment. During the interval of silence, Vlad's heirs laughed loudly, and the smiles disappeared. They showed their fangs, and their faces changed accordingly, their cheekbones raised. When bestial faces appear, their chins elongate and the lines of their ears become pointed.

Screams began to sound along with animalistic roars.

"Ah, first blood, yes, yes! Reveal yourself, unleash the beast, and the celebrations can truly begin! Drink! Drink! Drink!" Vlad's voice broke through the chaos.

From behind the fence above the venue, von Carstein's vampires leaped over the balcony railing and pounced on the guests, and the slaughter began.

A violent storm fell from the sky, tearing away the tiles above Duncanhof Castle. The loose tiles fell from the sky, whirling and shattering in the night. Vlad, who was holding a page from Nagash's nine books, was chanting. His voice and his words blew throughout Sylvania and the farthest corners. He drove and called. standing, shouting to the most despicable power in the world, demanding that the dead obey his will.

The howling wind around the battlements turned into a hurricane, and raindrops slapped the mountainside. In the center of the storm, Vlad's hair was flying in the wind, and he kept chanting spells in his mouth. The wind tore his clothes and slapped him, Hitting him, he did not stop because of the obstruction of the wind. He was still chanting the spell, as if he was controlled by the power of the spell.

Thunder rumbled and a dazzling white lightning cut through the night, just like the night Vlad first came to Duncanhof Castle. His voice changed in the lightning and thunder, and in the heart-wrenching syllables, his face became longer, his nose disappeared, and the outline of his eyebrows became sharper. He turned into a beast, and his wild roar began to grow. He spoke from his mouth, revealing his sharp teeth.

"Submit to me! Resurrection! Walk again! Rebirth! Rise up!" Vlad faced the strong wind, raised his head and roared loudly, asking the dead to stand up and carry out his orders.

The first vampire war begins.

"Dear, do you think I'm beautiful?" A smile appeared on Isabella's bleeding face.

"Of course, he is a master, but even a master cannot hope to depict such flawless beauty with a clumsy chisel." Vlad answered with a smile, knowing what his lover was asking.

"He died because I ate him." Isabella said with a bright smile, as if she had forgotten something and then suddenly remembered it.

"Yes, yes, but now, that doesn't matter, the choice of words is nothing more than a matter of semantics, the proof of his labor is in your hands, right in your face, an eternal reminder of Beautiful. To me, your beauty never fades, ever!"

"Yes, yes. I like that. I'm beautiful, aren't I?" Isabella said after a moment of thought.

"yes dear."

"Is this always going to be like this?"

"Yes, my dear, forever!" Vlad responded with a smile.

"Thank you dear."

"I'm going back to the void, I'm going back behind the veil of death. Apart from you, there's nothing else I want in this world. Let's put an end to it all." Vlad stood up, His hair was fluttering in the wind, and he bowed slightly to Isabella, then made a gesture of invitation.

Vlad's words were full of determination, as if he had decided to give up everything in this world. As the wind blew, his words dissipated in the only shadow on the city wall, as if they had become an eternal declaration.

"My dear, even death cannot separate us. Now, just like before, my dear, I am ready." The curled-up Isabella looked up at Vlad affectionately, and she stretched out her hand to accept Vlad. Ladd said in invitation as she stood up and touched her lover's face with her cold fingers.

In the limited shadows of the city walls, Vlad and Isabella began their final dance. Their movements were elegant and precise, as if they were dancing a symphony of death.

Vlad's hand gently held Isabella's hand, like a dancer's partner, while Isabella stepped lightly, dancing under Vlad's guidance. Their dances seemed like dark flowers blooming in the dark night, and every movement revealed an atmosphere of death and despair. Their dances seemed like bright flowers blooming in the daytime, and every movement revealed an atmosphere of vitality and hope.

The dance steps of this True Blood pair are light and fast, like two souls dancing in the shadows, their figures dancing in the shadows as if bidding farewell to the world. Vlad looked at Isabella with deep and affectionate eyes, while Isabella's tearful eyes were full of tenderness and compassion. Every movement of the two of them revealed deep sorrow and farewell, but they also With a hint of relief and relief.

"Noble Queen of Shadows, may I dance with you?"

At the moment Vlad and Isabella were dancing, Darkus walked in front of Drusala. He raised his head and looked at Drusala, and Drusala looked at him with her head lowered. . He saw Drusala adjusting her posture, and he extended a stop gesture. At the same time, he made an elf etiquette, bowed slightly behind Drusala, and stretched out his hand.

"I..." Darkus opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he shook his head. He didn't want to ruin the atmosphere. He took Drusala's scaly and spiky hand and moved awkwardly. Drusala seemed to feel his clumsiness, and she gently held her lover's hand with her fingers.

The elves and the Shadow Queen began to dance. Although their movements were a bit clumsy, under Drusala's smile and encouragement, Darkus felt as if he was much lighter. Their hands clasped each other, as if the touch of each other at this moment was enough to make up for all the clumsiness and deficiencies.

During this dance, Darkus and Drusala no longer feel the existence of the world around them, only the tacit understanding and warmth between each other. Although their dancing is not perfect, this clumsiness has become a beautiful expression of their sincere emotions and deep love for each other. They focus on each other as if the end of the world lies within the melody of this dance.

Franais, who was standing not far away, glanced at the human next to him. After William III felt his gaze, he also turned his head. Then, as if they were electrocuted, they each turned their heads sharply and continued to look at the two pairs of figures dancing on the city wall.

The dancing Drusala always stretches her wings. She is not afraid of the sun, but she knows that the female vampire is afraid of the sun. In these last moments, she didn't want to do anything that would ruin the atmosphere.

In the small square in the northern city of Altdorf, Colonia and Asanok are still guiding the wind of Hexi in the mirror pool. The light ball above their heads continues to expand under their guidance, and the magic sun continues to expand. , its radiant light spread wantonly throughout the small squares in the northern city, and spread to the entire Altdorf.

People couldn't help but close their eyes, trying to resist the dazzling light. As time goes by, the ball of light expands faster and faster, like a huge uncontrollable hydrogen bomb.

Suddenly, a loud noise pierced the sky, and the magic sun burst into dazzling light. The energy generated by the explosion rippled through the entire city, shrouding everything in Altdorf in a blazing light. The huge shock wave released by the explosion swept across, involving buildings, streets, people and all unclean things. The air was filled with hot airflow and dust, as if the whole world was shaking. The impact of the explosion was overwhelming and made people feel unprecedented fear and despair.

However, as the explosion progressed, people gradually discovered that what the explosion brought was not destruction and death, but a kind of rebirth and purification. As the light ball spread, the entire city was covered in a layer of clean light, and the filth and evil seemed to be driven away.

"For the lady!"

Jules de Fontaine, who came from afar, looked at the burst of light. He knew that everything was over. At the last moment, he launched a final charge towards the human defenders on the bridge. However, before the dwarf's ax could respond to him, he disappeared in the spreading light.

Alaric and the human defenders on the bridge, as well as the human beings old and young not far away, were bathed in the light. They could clearly feel a fresh breath filling the air, as if Altdorf was rejuvenated. . They looked at the brand-new city in front of them and felt their souls purified, as if everything became clear and beautiful.

All this was brought about by that explosion, a new explosion that gave people hope and light again. At the last moment, the immortals took action. Just like the omen brought by Sigma, the immortals Saved Altdorf.

Vlad and Isabella were still dancing, but their dance was getting slower and slower, as if they were saying goodbye to everything in this world. Vlad could feel that Isabella's figure was gradually disappearing, leaving an aftertaste of deep sadness and a hint of despair. Their dance is like a dance of death, gorgeous and desperate, which will eventually turn into an eternal memory in the daytime.

"It's all over," Vlad said apologetically.

Isabella could feel her skin beginning to wither, the decay she once had accelerated. The skin cracked, and the flesh underneath began to rot rapidly, collapsing, and the air seemed to peel the flesh away from the bones. She didn't howl, she looked at her lover with loving eyes, she put her forehead on Vlad's head and shook her head at Vlad.

Vlad knew that Isabella was begging for mercy. He smiled affectionately at Isabella, adjusted his pace, and turned his back to the battlements. Then he jumped down with Isabella, and along the arc of the fall, the air was suddenly filled with his bitter laughter and Isabella's silence. The two of them fell into the ditch under the city wall. There was a person in the ditch. Row of sharpened wooden stakes. A stake drove into his back, pierced his heart, emerged from his chest, and then drove into Isabella's chest.

"Dear...I didn't disappoint you..."

Isabella turned her face away. She didn't want her lover to see her at the last moment. She could feel her face wrinkled and turning into dust. She could feel the pain brought by The changes were making a sickening sound, like a swarm of flies flying in the air. Compared with this, the pain caused by the wooden stake piercing her body was insignificant. Finally, she opened her mouth to speak, but before she could finish her words, she turned into a pile of dust.

Vlad nodded in response to Isabella, feeling no pain, only blissful relief. As Isabella slowly withered in his arms, he lowered his head and let go of his life.

Darkus and Drusala danced on the stage on the city wall. The two elves danced lightly and gracefully, as if Loik was dancing. Drusala's figure is as elegant as catkins, and every movement carries a charming magic, while Darkus' dance is full of power and elegance. The tacit understanding between them makes their dance more smooth, as if They have become one.

Under the first ray of sunlight, the figures of Darkus and Drusala looked particularly beautiful. The golden sunlight shone on their bodies, illuminating their smiles and eyes. Their dance steps are intertwined with the brilliance of the sun, as if they are telling a beautiful love story.

When it was all over, Darkus and Drusala embraced each other tightly, with warmth and love flowing between them. Their heartbeats were so consistent that they seemed to have merged into one, and their love was perfectly sublimated under the rays of the sun. At this moment, they felt the endless love and firm commitment between them. Their love would always shine in each other's hearts like the sun.

The first ray of sunlight penetrated the black sky, the night turned into day, the haze was dispelled, and a ray of golden sunlight shone on the battlefield of the dead.

Vlad was trapped in the sun and died there, in Altdorf.

The First Vampire War is over. (End of chapter)