Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

"This...this? Is this the Crazy Whispering Beast? Oh my god! Why are there such ugly creatures in the world?"

The moment Wobergland Broodmother rushed out of the cold cave, Maranur, who was standing with the Frost Sword at the ready, suddenly widened his eyes. For a moment, he thought that his brother had found a suitable one. chance to kill him. But he quickly dismissed this unrealistic idea. He did not think that his brother had any reason to kill him.

Moreover, Darkus had named the bishop and commanders to fight him at the beginning, and showed the process of the battle to the elves who were watching. This opportunity was earned by Maranur himself, and he did not think that his brother was plotting against him in the process. It can only be said that there was some discrepancy between the danger his brother spoke of and the danger he understood that warranted detailed discussion later.

Immediately afterwards, Maranur stopped thinking. He eliminated all the thoughts in his mind. He knew that in this kind of battle where he would die if he made the slightest mistake, it was best not to think about things that had nothing to do with the battle. His His breaths became short and he gasped for air, his heart beating wildly in his chest and he knew there was no turning back.

"O Lord of Blades, give me strength!"

As if in response to Maranur's prayer, the Whispering Beast roared again, and the sound echoed in the wilderness. He gritted his teeth and tightly grasped the Frost Sword in his hand. He knew that he could only rely on the weapon in his hand and this magical armor that seemed to be tailor-made for him. He vowed to let this twisted monster die, and he would not waver. Either the monster died, or he died. Now he had no second choice.

Maranur knew that this was the most challenging enemy he would face since he was born. He felt a depressing atmosphere in the air around him, as if he was being greeted not only by a ferocious monster, but also by... Some kind of invisible threat. Every step was like crossing a swamp, heavy and difficult. He could feel his heart beating faster and his breathing becoming more rapid. He tried to stay calm, but the fear and pressure around him seeped into his mind, making it difficult for him to Stay calm.

The pupils moved involuntarily in the eye sockets. Maranur could feel that every place was full of danger. As the monster approached, the danger became closer. He tried hard to concentrate and resist the influence of this fear. He knew that this battle was not just a physical confrontation, but also a spiritual battle. He could feel the mental pollution permeating the air around him, as if there was an invisible force gradually eroding his heart.

Maranur tried hard to resist the fear and terror caused by the monster, but the multiple superimposed effects of the mad whispering beast's fear, terror, mad aura and mental pollution had planted seeds in his heart, and his thoughts gradually changed. He became confused and his movements became sluggish. He knew that he had to overcome these psychological difficulties as soon as possible, otherwise he would not be able to deal with the monster's attack.

However, Maranur couldn't do it. His current body was as if he had fought hundreds of battles with Alatar, full of fatigue. What was more terrifying than the body was the spirit. He struggled to resist the invisible force, but no matter how hard he tried, the frantic impulse still spread uncontrollably and was gradually expanding. He felt that his mind was gradually losing control, like a boat washed away by the flood, unable to withstand the impact of the outside world.

Strange hallucinations flash through Maranur's mind, distorting his perception of reality. Sometimes he saw the image of Alatar fighting with him in the bedroom, and sometimes he heard strange whispers, as if the monster was speaking an incomprehensible language to him. His body became more exhausted, as if he had experienced the intense consumption of countless fierce battles. Every movement became heavy and slow, and his muscles seemed to have lost their former strength.

What's even more frightening is that Maranur felt that his mind was completely contaminated by an irresistible corrosion, crazy thoughts began to roll in his mind, and he uncontrollably fell into a frenzied state where he just wanted to kill. . His eyes were bloodshot, filled with an unreasonable anger and fear, and then he fell into a paranoid state. He began to doubt his family and everything around him. He did not understand why his former companions Still standing there indifferently, watching his jokes, waiting for his death, every sound and every movement became distorted and terrifying in his eyes, as if the whole world was against him.

"Maranur, wake up, face madness, defeat it, defeat yourself!"

Maranur's previous prayer seemed to have had an effect, or maybe he was trying to save himself while he was in madness, and a voice appeared in his mind. He was still struggling hard and was awakened by the clear voice, and his blood-red and bulging eyes regained a trace of clarity. That voice seemed to come from a part of his heart, calling his name gently but firmly.

"Maranur, you must cheer up! Don't be controlled by fear and madness! You are a warrior and you have the strength to defeat it! You will be my pride!"

The voice resounded in Maranur's mind again, giving him hope and strength. This firm voice gave him a sense of comfort, and his thoughts gradually became clearer. He tried to control his emotions and resist the crazy power.

"I cannot be knocked down like this! I will not die here. I have not yet become the Night Governor of Krakarond. I have not yet come to Ulthuan. I have not yet returned home. I have not yet become the master of Albion. , Me! Maranur! Maranur, the Scourge of Hell! I have enough courage and strength to face any challenge! Kill! Ah!" Maranur, talking to himself, dragged his exhausted body and charged. , with a hint of determination in his voice. His mind was completely stable, he had broken free from the madness, and although the pressure and fear around him were still there, he was determined not to let them control his actions.

A deafening dissonance reappeared, and even Darkus, who was not participating in the battle, was affected. His ears were buzzing at the moment after experiencing hundreds of battles, consisting of bleating, humming, and cooing. The meaningless dissonance kept echoing in his ears, making his eyes widen involuntarily, making his body twitch, and his skin squirmed with the dissonance, as if there was an invisible force. The power was gradually eating away at his soul.

"Confront madness! Defeat madness! Defeat yourself!" This voice can make the listener become afraid, and madness extends from fear, and the filthy corrosion penetrates into the soul of the listener. But Darkus was well-informed after all, and he was not in the core range of the Mad Whispering Beast. He quickly broke away, and then he let out a violent shout to remind the elves present.

As the voice of the Mad Whispering Beast spread, the elves present suffered rounds of checks, and mental pollution entered their minds from their ears, even if they covered their ears, knelt on the ground or lay on the saddle of the Cold Lizard Screaming hysterically didn't help.

According to the visibility attributes of the running group, mental pollution changes from small to large, in various ways, and is unpredictable. Extreme desires, inner beasts, chaotic nightmares, crawling skin, capricious fantasies, hateful impulses, empty hearts, jealousy, lonely souls, mental disorders, worldly oppression, wavering morale, doubts, thirst for stimulation, painful Effects such as visions, outright insanity, endless malice, unholy rage, and restlessness ensue.

Now, the elves present are suffering from the test. Asperun, who is watching in the queue, trembles suddenly when he hears the discordant sound. His fighting instinct tells him that this is not an ordinary sound, even if he has no fighting experience. Even though he is rich, he also knows that this is a strange and terrifying melody that he has never encountered before. Bleats, buzzes, and coos kept echoing in his ears, like mockery and ridicule coming from the depths of the abyss. His ears seemed to be pierced by sharp notes, causing him to feel sharp pain.

Asperon, who covered his ears, narrowed his eyes into slits, and slight beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The convulsions in his body became more and more severe, and the influence of the dissonant music made him feel helpless and frightened. At a certain moment, he found that covering his ears with his hands was of no avail. The sound seemed to have been deeply implanted in his soul. Can't get rid of it. His skin began to squirm, as if there were countless tiny insects swimming on the surface of his body, and he felt an icy chill running down his spine, making his whole body tremble.

Despite this, Asperon managed to remain strong-willed. He knows that only by overcoming this mental distress can he continue to stand on the battlefield and defeat himself. He cannot fall here. He still has a long way to go...

Gilead's body trembled violently, and he felt an overwhelming emotion welling up in his heart. The originally clear eyes were instantly filled with bloodshot eyes, turning blood red like violent flames, filled with endless malice and hatred. The seeds of hatred sprouted in his heart, gradually spreading and controlling his consciousness. An irresistible impulse appeared. At this moment, he wanted to vent his anger on the Druchi and Enil around him.

His hands were trembling as he grabbed the bow and arrow behind his back uncontrollably. At that moment, Gilead had only one thought in his mind, and that was to turn everything around him into ashes, and he would make them pay the price. His fingers tightened around the bow, ready to unleash a deadly bolt. There was only murderous intent in his eyes, only the desire to destroy.

Fiswell, who had broken free, looked at Gilead in horror. He had never seen Gilead look so violent. He took a staggering step forward and grabbed Gilead's hand. He tried to persuade Gilead to calm down, but Gilead, already lost in hatred, could no longer listen to any dissuasion.

"Gilead, my child, calm down! Calm down! This is not you! This is not you!" Fiswell's voice was full of anxiety and uneasiness, and his words were full of sincerity and hope, but Gilead's eyes remained Full of fanaticism and hatred.

Gilead's body trembled as he tried to break free from Fishwell's grasp, unleashing the anger and dissatisfaction deep within him.

Fiswell felt a sense of despair in his heart, knowing that he could no longer stop Gilead's impulse. At that moment, he felt a sense of powerlessness, as if all his efforts were in vain. But he was not ready to give up. He knew that if Gilead really shot this arrow, everything would be over, and it would lead to a path of no return. He still held Gilead's hand tightly, trying to awaken Gilead's reason.

As the badge on his chest lit up, Gilead's eyes gradually regained some clarity. The power contained in the badge that had appeared since the Great Invasion seemed to be gently awakening the conscience and reason deep in his heart. He stared blankly at his hand that was preparing to draw the bow and arrow, as if he realized the mistake he was about to make. His fingers trembled slightly, and he gradually relaxed his grip on the bow, and the bow and arrow slowly slipped from his hand.

"It happened..." Gilead whispered, his voice full of confusion and confusion. There was a trace of regret and pain in his eyes, and he realized that he had almost fallen into an irreversible situation. However, just as he was about to say the next word, a severe dizziness hit him, his body shook, and finally he fell to the ground weakly.

Fiswell quickly helped Gilead up. At this moment, he was no longer as worried and anxious as before. He knew that Gilead had survived this crisis, and he did not think that Gilead needed to be treated and comforted as soon as possible.

Darkus and the elves who had gone to Isil with him and seen more terrifying things quickly passed the test. The voice of the mad whispering beast was no longer threatening, but became extremely noisy. In addition to them, there is also a group of members of the sect, which is mainly composed of Nagor soldiers who have been in the chaotic wasteland all year round and have seen all kinds of strange things. They also quickly passed the test. Although they made a lot of fools of themselves, some elves even had liquid dripping from the corners of their mouths. .

The experienced Nagor Druchi saw many things even more outrageous than this in the Chaos Wilderness. The weak stayed in the Chaos Wilderness, while the strong followed Darkus all the way here and faced Wobergran. Moral mother.

Darkos turned back and glanced at most of the elves who recovered quickly in a short period of time. Except for a few latecomers, most of the elves had participated in the Battle of the Golden Pond and fought against the Slaanesh Demon, so they quickly recovered. recovered. Immediately afterwards, those Aenir believers who believed in Asuryan also recovered, and he nodded with satisfaction.

To Darkus, this was some kind of opportunity, even though this so-called opportunity was something he forcibly found for the elves. Even if you don't face it now, you will face it in the future. After all, the monsters of this world are there, and it is dangerous and risky to hang out with him. He has an effect that makes it particularly easy to encounter monsters. .

Although doing so will produce some sequelae that require recovery, Darkus still firmly believes that this is necessary. In the future, whether he joins various undertakings as a member of the Edreze Order or a group of people he has not yet Asuryan believers who know the arrangement need a certain amount of experience and knowledge to know what they will face and encounter. These are all seeds. In the future, they will encounter various enemies more difficult than the mad whispering beast.

Then Darkus looked at Maranur again. He knew that he had posed a big problem for his brother, but he could not do anything. He knew that the crazy whispering beast itself was outrageous enough. The crazy whispering beast Usually only found deep in the forests of the Old World. He can blame it on William III, saying that William III learned that he was going to the south of Reikland to inform Reikland about the existence of this kind of creature.

However, how should Woberglund Breeding Mother explain it, and what is the use of explaining it? Press pause and let Maranur step down and replace him. When playing games, will Maranur step down? After he steps down, How will I behave in the future?

The Mad Whispering Beast looks ugly and bloated, but this is just an illusion. This creature is particularly flexible. The moment it approached Maranur, it did not have much sense and did not use a conventional attack, but a tail sweep. A surprise sweep can whip the enemy's ankles, knocking them down. When the enemy is knocked down, they will become delicious food.

The moment Maranur saw the Mad Whispering Beast raising its tail, he felt nervous. He knew what the Mad Whispering Beast was about to do. Krakalond was a paradise for beast tamers, and he knew it all too well. These beasts are gone. The tail curled up behind the Whispering Beast, like a hidden deadly weapon, like a scorpion, ready to pounce forward and pierce him at any time. He could even see through the tattered wings of the Whispering Beast. Poisonous venom dripping from the tips of the tail spines.

Maranur quickly planned his next move and looked for the best countermeasure. Having prepared everything, he adjusted his posture, every nerve in him was tense, and the tail of the Mad Whispering Beast had become the only focus in his eyes. He saw the Mad Whispering Beast's tail preparing to launch a fatal blow. He activated the flight effect attached to the armor without hesitation. His body rolled in mid-air. The Mad Whispering Beast's tail whizzed past, but only swept across his face. Back view.

Before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, Maranur endured the strong odor emitted by the mad whispering beast and launched a counterattack. He left a horrific wound on the mad whispering beast's back, but the mad whispering beast's The purple poisonous blood did not splash out, but was frozen by the effect of his frost sword.

The mad whispering beast was trembling continuously after being severely hit, and its mouth full of fangs revealed a cruel smile. Its tusks shone with cold light, each one full of deadly danger. Suddenly, its mouth opened, and a purple tongue suddenly shot out of the mouth, like a toad's tongue, and quickly flew out.

The speed of the tongue was so fast that it was almost impossible to react.

Maranur was caught off guard. For a moment, he was stunned by the sudden attack. However, his fighting instinct allowed him to react in critical moments and dodge quickly. However, the purple tongue seemed to have a will of its own, actually drawing a strange arc in mid-air and chasing him. .

The tongue kept twisting, like a hungry snake, trying to catch Maranur's figure. He concentrated on using his agility and flexibility to constantly dodge the pursuing tongue. All the muscles in his body tensed and he lowered his body's center of gravity.

The roar of the Mad Whispering Beast rose to a blood-curdling roar, like a call from the depths of hell, causing the elves present to undergo another round of small-scale tests.

Before that, Maranur performed a move similar to a backhand pull. After aiming at the tongue of the Mad Whispering Beast, his arms swung rapidly, cutting through the space like a bolt of lightning. This was originally a move that could only be used when riding on the back of a cold lizard, but he displayed it through his unique armor.

The tongue of the Mad Whispering Beast was hit hard, making a tearing sound. Its proud tongue was completely broken, and purple blood spurted out. It twisted in pain, trying to stop the blood flow, but Maranur saw the opportunity and launched a fierce attack on it.

The frost sword shot out of the air, slashed through the body of the mad-whispering beast, and cut through the hard scales of the mad-whispering beast, leaving deep scars. The Mad Whispering Beast howled in pain, but Maranur did not stop attacking. He leaned to the left, and while attacking, he quickly moved towards the monster's blind spot.

Darkus, who was watching the battle, suddenly turned his head. At some point, a giant dragon appeared in the sky not far away. While staying away from the range of the Reaper's ballista, the giant dragon flapped its wings and watched closely the battle taking place below.

"Have you eaten gold? This is too overwhelming!" (End of Chapter)