Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

After Darkus chatted with Scarandir for a few words, he had a strange feeling. He believed that the fire dragon filled with the smell of sulfur in front of him was a model of dragon image characteristics. However, he felt that Scarandil was a bit naive, without the so-called arrogance, the ultimate arrogance, which was somewhat inconsistent with his stereotype. It may have something to do with his own arrogance. Perhaps this is also where Scarandil will appear. The reason for being here?

Scarandil, as Darkus came to know him, was an ancient and dangerous fire dragon who lived in the World's Edge Mountains north of the dwarf fortress of Karak Kaderin. The dwarf fortress of Karak Kaderin is famous for its dwarf butchers, so he lived under the noses of those dwarf butchers. In the end, he also received the corresponding ending, but there were some slight deviations.

The place where Scarandil lives is known as Dragon Mountain, and he terrorizes the surrounding area from his lair, ravaging the surrounding lands. Of course, this is just a pastime in his long life. The rest of the time, he stays in the lair and sleeps for decades.

Until one day, Scarandir's ordinary life was broken by the arrival of two Tzeentch warlocks. His body and mind were distorted, becoming more cruel and bloodthirsty. But compared to Splinterwen, he is not that miserable. He is still Scarandir after all, instead of becoming another existence. Even his name has changed, and he has not grown another head and neck.

After awakening, Scarandir once again ravaged the surrounding lands, but this time he was not just for food, but also for fun. He lets many prey escape just to bring pleasure to himself in future hunts. Some survivors of Stockholm Syndrome began to worship him crazily as if he were a god, but he wasn't...

The dwarf slayers formed a group and went to Dragon Mountain's lair to try to kill Scarandir, but they all failed without exception. Human knights from various countries also failed. In addition to the failed dragon slayers, many adventurers and thieves were also there. Keep trying to get closer to the cave. The red dragon is famous for storing huge treasures in its lair. Of course, these expeditions failed without exception. The manipulated Scarandil was both powerful and evil, and witchcraft amplified the characteristics of the red dragon to the extreme. Extreme, so he continued to wreak havoc for several years.

Until one day, Scarandir went out without looking at the almanac, and did not see that it was not advisable to go out on the almanac. As a supporting character in the story, he met the protagonist of the story on this day.

In a nutshell, on this day, Scarandir encountered the Grunnni Spirit airship built by the dwarf butcher Malachai Macheson, and a fierce air battle broke out. Just when he was about to destroy the airship, an unexpected accident happened. A dwarf driving a helicopter took decisive action after some ideological struggle. The dwarf pushed the control lever forward all the way while shouting long live Grimnir, and opened the accelerator to the maximum.

The rotor blades were the first to contact Scarandir. The high-speed rotating blades cut off large chunks of the dragon's flesh, and then the helicopter's engine penetrated the dragon's flesh. The huge impact tore the fuselage of the helicopter apart, and the force of the impact pushed the dragon back away from the airship. The helicopter engine and the explosives loaded on it caught fire, and a huge explosion occurred.

The huge explosion shattered the dwarf's body, and Scarandir also fell down in the explosion, surrounded by a ball of flames that did not belong to him. Just as he plummeted to the ground, falling everywhere, his wings spread and his dive stopped. Just when the people on the airship thought he was preparing to attack again, he staggered and flew feebly into the distance.

There was a reason why Darkus thought Scarandir was stupid. At the moment when the ancient body was enduring severe pain, the dragon did not want to destroy the airship to vent its anger, but chose to escape. Maybe it was because the dragon had never felt such pain in its long life? Scarandir thought it best to return to the lair to heal the wound, and then find time to take revenge after the wound healed.

The members on the airship at that time coincided with Scarandir's ideas. They vowed to take revenge and make the dragon pay the price. In line with the principle of killing you while you are sick, these members came to Dragon Mountain while Scarandir was injured and weak. These members are unremarkable. Except for Malakai, the builder of the Gruni Soul airship, Gotrek and Felix are also among them. Of course, Yurika, who has not yet become a vampire at the time, is also among them. They can be said to be all-stars. line-up.

Then... Felix completed the final blow to Scarandir.

"Did you see something? A dream? A prophecy? An omen?" Darkus, who came back to his senses, asked Scarandir, who was looking straight at him.

There is a reason why Darkus asked this, because he discovered that these red dragons have a special characteristic. If he is alive and well, the red dragon who is satisfied with everything will not fly to Dragon Castle under normal circumstances to participate in this epic meeting. After all, what are the characteristics of the red dragon? I am alive and well. , where are you? The dragons rushing to the Dragon Castle should usually face some problems, such as the future ending and the current living environment. Maybe a small part of them are attracted by Splinter, who plays the role of a broker, for fun. At least they That's what I think now.

"I……"

Scarandir was reluctant to say it at first, but after a stalemate for a while, he slowly told Darkos about the dream.

"Yes, the origin of everything, the beginning of everything." Darkus nodded in response. He finally knew the reason for Scarandil's appearance.

"Splintwin told me, you, Darkus? Do you have a solution? This is why I didn't breathe fire just now!"

"What does it mean to say something like this with a little pride? Do I still want to thank you? Do I have to kowtow to you?" Darkus raised his head and glanced at Scarandir while murmuring in a low voice.

"What did you say?"

"I said that your power and majesty are well known. In this vast world, your existence is like a bright light, illuminating countless trajectories. Your huge body and strong muscles are members of the dragon clan. Symbol, showing incomparable majesty and power. Such a body is enough to make any creature fall in love with it and be in awe of it. I know your majesty and heroic hair, you are the pride of the red dragon, your existence itself is A symbol of intimidation and strength, so that other creatures cannot ignore your existence." Darkus smiled softly, with a hint of amusement in his eyes, and said in a teasing tone.

"Moreover, your wisdom is also amazing! Your radiant eyes seem to contain the wisdom of the entire universe. I often sigh, if you are willing, I am afraid you can take the wisdom of the dragon clan into your own and become Wise man among the dragons! Maybe you should consider setting up a wisdom course among the dragons, I believe there will be many little dragons flocking to it!"

Darkus' tone was gentle but firm. After he glanced at Maranur who had been pulled out, his eyes changed again. Revealing his respect and respect for Scarandir, he continued to talk nonsense and incoherent rainbow farts while enduring the strong smell of sulfur.

"It's good that you know!" Scarandir raised his neck helpfully and responded in a proud tone.

"You are really stupid." Darkus muttered in a low voice while waving to Maranur who was looking at him.

Maranur, who had recovered some form, refused Alatar's support and staggered over. He knew what his brother was doing. He didn't want to let the dragon look down on him when they first met. He also I don’t want to stretch my hips at the last minute. In the center of the clearing, Scarandir was standing there, which made him hold his breath. This was the first time he saw such a huge dragon. The black dragon of Nagaros was simply too big in front of this huge dragon. Not worth mentioning.

In Maranur's field of vision, Scarandir was as huge as a small hill. The body was full of muscles and covered with thick scales. Tough wings wrapped around the body, and the tip of the long tail was sharp. It is shaped like a blade, with two rows of jagged bone spurs growing on its back. Each protruding bone spur is as huge as an elf. The bloody mouth was full of cracks, and it was easy to swallow an elf. Fire erupted from its nose, accompanied by a pungent smoke. He could feel the malice and confusion in the dragon's yellow pupils, but fortunately there was no pain and madness unique to the black dragon.

Darkus patted the lizard armor on the back of the big guy's head. After comforting the big guy, he jumped off the big guy's back and walked to Maranur's side. He took hold of his brother's wounded arm and held it high as the elves and dragons looked on.

"To introduce you solemnly, this is my brother, Maranur, Maranur Hellscourge. He has just completed the feat of killing Wobergland's broodmother alone!" Darkus, who raised his arms high, said first He shouted to the elves in the distance, and after the elves cheered warmly again, he said to Maranur, "My brother, the person in front of you is the pride of the red dragon clan, the great, The majestic and terrible Scarandir!"

"Nice little guy, you actually killed that ugly and twisted monster on your own. I admire you very much." Scarandir, who accepted Maranur's greetings, suddenly felt something was wrong as he spoke. He tilted his head to look. After staring at Darkus for a moment, he slowly asked, "How does this have anything to do with the solution?"

"Yes! Of course!" After putting down his arm, Darkus nodded in affirmation, and then asked a key question, "Didn't Splinterwin tell you?"

After seeing Scarandir slowly shaking his head, Darkus held up his helmet speechlessly. In his opinion, Splinterwen was really unreliable. He didn't say such an important thing. It was so difficult. Open your mouth? The words coming out of his mouth and the words coming out of Splinterwen's mouth were completely different things. They were two different concepts. He was not familiar with Scarandil. After he finished speaking, Scarandil might have You can spray him, it's the kind of physical spray.

However, if you think about it, it seems to be understandable. Red dragons usually live alone. It would be good if they could visit, and even better if they could be persuaded. As for how to persuade them... that is up for debate.

"Well, this is related to...the content of the next meeting, which is probably...my brother and I can provide you with a relatively safe and comfortable environment. If you need it, we will also provide food and wealth, where ..." After thinking about it for a long time, Darkus said intermittently that he did not want to fight with the dragon at this time and place. If there was a fight, there would be no need for a subsequent meeting. He could move directly towards the Gray Mountains. .

However, before Darkus could finish his words, he turned his head, and the hot steam from Scarandir's nostrils sprayed on his face.

"This is captivity! Is this your solution?"

Scarandir's body trembled slightly after hearing Darkus' words, and anger ignited in his eyes. His powerful body trembled, and the huge dragon tail flicked suddenly, stirring up dust and snowflakes all over the sky. His eyes burned like flames, and his roar sounded like thunder.

The sound was like billowing fire, shaking the surrounding air.

Scarandir's forelimbs stepped hard, cracking the ground, and his ferocious claws left deep marks on the ground.

"This is a mockery! Is this what Splinterwen didn't tell me?"

Scarandir suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, his voice seemed to stir up the entire South Warbergland, as if it was going to shake the heaven and the earth. His huge body swayed, and his scales shone with dark red light in the sunlight, as if to demonstrate his majesty and power.

At the same time, Scarandi's powerful wings spread out and flapped suddenly, stirring up howling winds. Flame-like dragon's breath spurted out from his open mouth, and the fiery breath filled the air, as if it was going to burn everything. Almost exhausted.

Darkus could feel Scarandir's restlessness and anger burning like fire. The dragon's body movements were full of wildness and rage, as if it was going to tear and crush everything around it. All of this was A manifestation of the dragon's inner anger and dissatisfaction. However, he just smiled contemptuously. While holding Maranur's arm, he raised his other hand to comfort the big guy who was about to attack. At the same time, he signaled the elves who were also on guard not to attack. .

From Darkus' point of view, Scarandir's reaction was normal. As a red dragon, I understand. But at the same time as he was restless and angry, the bluff hidden in the deepest part also surfaced. The reason why he dared to say this was that he was sure that Scarandir would not do anything to him. At most, he would be incompetent and furious. What he had to do at this time was to stay calm, rather than add fuel to the flames and trigger an uncontrollable war and perform the feat of slaying the dragon again.

Darkus is not crazy. The reason why he dares to stand in front of an unfamiliar red dragon is because he has capital. Moreover, it is still winter, so he is confident that he can catch the red dragon's first move. He is not afraid of the red dragon's proud breath at all. Compared with the ice mages in Kislev, he is more suitable to stay in Kislev and he is more adaptable there. He didn't believe that the red dragon could catch his backhand. The reaper ballista was placed in the position, and the high-level spellcaster was waiting for it.

For the Red Dragon group, Darkus’ consistent position is to adhere to the principles of equality and mutual respect, resolve the concerns of both parties, and achieve mutual benefit, win-win results, and peaceful coexistence. In his opinion, the time of belonging to the dragon has passed, is it now the afterglow? He doesn't expect the dragon to do anything. The dragon is just an add-on in the war, just like the external armor on a tank. The main body is still elves. If the main body is not good, everything else is useless.

Instead of expecting the dragon to do anything, why didn't Darkus just let the lizardmen intervene in the elven affairs? It would save trouble, but it would not solve the core problem. Of course... it would be better if Red Dragon is willing to join... He has always been a double standard.

"Dreams, prophecies, and omens, an unknown threat, they make you look at the end of your eyes. They all represent a warning and the dangers you may face in the future. Great, majestic, terrifying and full of You wise man, think about why Splinterwen visited you? Don’t be blinded by anger and dissatisfaction, calm down and think rationally.” After a moment of stalemate, Darkus said softly, and when he said that, he put his hands on He stretched out and tried to touch Scarandir's restless tentacles, but Scarandir avoided him.

Scarandir's yellow pupils were still flashing with anger and dissatisfaction, but he gradually calmed down. As Darkus whispered, he took a deep breath of the steam sprayed from his nostrils. Then the scene fell into a stalemate. He was sometimes thinking, sometimes angry, and sometimes full of hesitation. His eyes sometimes fell on Brother Darkus, and sometimes turned to the distance, as if looking for answers.

"Have you killed my kind? I can feel some kind of mark on you."

"When I faced it, it was no longer the same kind as you. It had been corrupted into another form, even more terrifying than what you saw in your dreams. I killed it, but I also helped it free itself. Yes, and at the last moment, he thanked me." Faced with Scarandir's confusion, Darkus answered decisively. In his opinion, this is nothing, but it is his capital to stand in front of the dragon and have an equal dialogue.

Scarandir was silent for a moment, feeling the ripples in his heart caused by Darkus' words, and his thoughts gradually became clearer. Suddenly, he flapped his wings violently, and powerful air currents surged around him, rolling up snowflakes all over the sky. His huge body stood up in the air, flames spurted out from his body, and then he suddenly flew into the sky, like a red lightning flash across the sky, as dazzling as a star.

Scarandir flying in the sky is strong and mighty, showing the terror and dominance of the red dragon clan. Gradually, his figure disappeared into the distant clouds, leaving only the lingering dragon's roar, as if to warn the residents of South Wobergland that the majesty and power of the dragon could never be surpassed.

Darkus stared at Scarandir, and when he saw that Scarandir was flying in the direction of North Wobergland, he made an exaggerated noble salute. Although things didn't happen, he knew that half of the success was achieved. Scarandil's departure did not mean the end of everything, but the beginning. It would be best for Scarandil to fly to North Wobergland. prove. Soon, he will meet Scarandir again.

"it's over?"

"It's over, he flew away, no, it has just begun. The arrogant dragon recognized you, the recognition from the dragon..."

"Brother, I didn't embarrass you, did I? I'm so tired, I can't hold on anymore..." Maranur interrupted Darkus, and after he forced a smile at Darkus, he said He closed his eyes, and then his body went limp.

"You guy..." Darkus supported Maranur. He looked down at the ground that was already filled with blood and dirt with a solemn expression. He didn't know if what his brother said before he fell unconscious was a pun. language.

"stand up."

After settling Maranur, Darkus rode the big guy to Max. He looked condescendingly at the human official kneeling on the ground. After a long time, he said slowly.

"No matter how inspiring a leader is, he will hesitate and shrink back after seeing the terrifying face of the Mad Whispering Beast. This toad-like winged monster is surrounded by an aura of madness, and the sanity of anyone who witnesses it will be sucked away. Go, and the fragile mind will be distorted. Strange claws and tongues will pop out of the open mouth of the mad whispering beast, and acid will be sprayed from its throat. If it is caught by it and stuffed into its bloody mouth... …I don’t need to teach you anymore, right?”

After Darkus finished speaking, he stared at Max who had already stood up. He did not think that these affairs officers active in the imperial countryside were so stupid, even if they were not taught anything.

"Great immortal people, I understand, I understand."

Just like what he said, Max really understood. He knew that the immortals in front of him gave all the credit to him. With the descriptions of the immortals and the evidence from the patrol around him, he could hand over Come up with a perfect answer.

"The dragon?"

"Huh?" Darkus glanced at Max.

"No no."

"Usually adventurers who take on this kind of errand seek rewards after completing the task. The risk this time is a bit high. It's noon now and I have a lot of people."

"I understand, I understand. I will do my best to meet your various needs. It would be better if you could leave some for me."

"Oh, of course."

The midday meal, a roasted whole lamb, was held next to a small circle of dwarf red ogham stones that stood east of Gothom. The site is sacred to ancient beliefs and fertility rituals are held here every spring. But if nothing unexpected happens, this ancient belief passed down from human tribes will be discontinued, at least it will not be held in the next few years.

The sheep that could produce silver paper tasted mediocre and had nothing special about them. After careful questioning, Darkus learned that Gothom's sheep feed on licorice from the nearby highlands. In line with the principle of "come and come", he will definitely have to collect it. If he can't collect the wool, he still has to collect the licorice seeds. Then the gap in the paper will be very big.

After a hearty meal, the team that had been delayed all morning continued to set off towards North Wobergand. The head and blood of Wobergland's broodmother were taken away by the elves, while the rest of the body was left to Max for intercourse.

As for whether the back half is for humans to visit or placed in the manor of a certain human lord, it is not what Darkus worries about. (End of chapter)