Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Darkus, who was holding a standard long-handled battle ax, was about to try a jump on the spot, but this silly idea just stayed in his mind without taking actual action. Doing this kind of behavior in front of your companions is... too stupid, like a big kid. He took one last look to make sure no one had a throwing spear, and nodded.

It is different from the miscellaneous adventure team that Genevieve participated in in 2480 of the Imperial Calendar, and different from the miscellaneous adventure team in various periods of history. This time the lineup is very strong, composed of powerful warriors and high-level spellcasters. In addition to the old faces led by Darkus, the Twilight Sisters are also involved. Fortunately, the Twilight Sisters are rangers, not the Thorn Sisters who serve Queen Ariel. They do not hold the legendary throwing spear. He has an indescribable shadow on the throwing spear. Maybe it is the reason why he often threw it before?

"It's time, let's go."

Drake Fells, the great framer.

One who exists in the form of a humanoid devil who has deceived More for centuries;

A desire so base that it cannot be satisfied;

a necromancer who tortures the dead and dismembers souls;

An evil becomes flesh, a wizard, a scholar, a monster. His atrocities are immeasurable, his betrayals countless, and his actions unbelievable. I couldn't imagine that a body could breed such evil. ——"The Fallen", by Konrad Steinhoff (Taraberheim, Neufmer \u0026 Sons, 1999)

The first recorded observation of the Castle of Drachfers, the House of the Damned, was brought to us by Oscar Lefevre and Jean-Pierre Lafentin of Quinaris in 184 (Imperial Calendar) Come. Their sketches show the fully formed castle, with seven towers and towering walls, the stone looking slightly worn and aged.

However, the explorers Armand and Michela Menes, who visited the land during the same quarter, made no mention of such structures. The evil monster makes his slaughterhouse completely invisible from the mountains in just a few weeks or less. ——"A Compilation of Places of Evil and Evil Deeds", Gunther Raubrich, Annals of Sigmar, Volume 37, Chapter 120 (Imperial Calendar 613, Nuln)

Initially, Constant Drakfels used his own varied and personal magic to record these perversions for his own leisurely contemplation. But over time, the stone of the castle itself began to listen, record, respond, and change. He discovered that those who listened correctly could see, hear, smell and even taste every act of evil within the building.

And those who allow their thoughts to wander will find that the castle is willing to guide them, drawing feelings and memories to them, as if contemplating those things that stir the dark heart within them...

During the first few centuries of the castle's existence, the atrocities that occurred there were kept secret by those involved. Only in later centuries, when Constant's audacity reached its climax, did those famous and legendary horrors begin to appear. And these behaviors are numerous...

Drakfels' disguises and disguises deceived nearly a thousand souls from nearby villages and towns into attending a feast and dance. For every soul, whether merchant or prospector, cultivated lady or rough farmer, he tells a story that appeals to man's greatest vanities or desires: warmth and shelter, food and drink, society and power, painting And the poets, the elven musicians... He jokingly promised that people would dance until they dropped.

The people did so, dancing until their limbs fell off their bodies, and they were forced to dance wildly, as if infected by a strange leprosy that was rapidly eating away at their bones. Drakefels walked among them, laughing and squeezing the beads in his hands, smashing them like rotten fruit.

Many horrors followed, the Poison Feast being one of the most notorious, and Drakfels Castle seemed to attract even more evil. The buildings become more misshapen, the hallucinations and deceptions become more imperceptible, the nightmares and ghosts become more intense, and to make matters worse the remnants of souls swarm around the castle like flies around a corpse.

Drakefels is said to have boasted that he kept the souls of all his victims, in some form, in his home. If this were true, it would explain the experiences of many who have stayed there. ——"The Famous Mass Murderer of Our Land", John Biedenkopf (Middenheim, Popular Verlag, 2001)

Drakfels Castle is not a place to be located and destroyed, and there are many reasons for this. While it's not always reported in the exact same location, recent reports seem to indicate that it's now unable to move like it did in the past. It is remote, inaccessible, and the terrain is extremely difficult, making it almost impossible for livestock to carry any load.

The land surrounding the castle is so teeming with beasts, orcs, and worse, that hauling the men and tools to dismantle it is nearly impossible. In 1513, an attempted trebuchet attack failed, demonstrating the accuracy and numbers of the archers in the castle towers. Since then, the empire has tried many means of destruction, but without success. The flames have no effect on the solid city walls. There are reports that the wizards who tried to use magic to destroy the castle were attacked by invisible and unknown magical forces.

Unless there is a compelling reason to attempt to destroy the castle, the castle will remain in place. ——Report from the High Priest of Nuln to Magnus, 2343.

The team set out from an abandoned mining village, which was about 6 kilometers away from Drakfels Castle. Darkvus took the most direct approach. This was not a game. As a commander, he had the right to set the route. . Perhaps because they knew he was coming, there was no heavy rainfall in the sky. With sufficient reconnaissance conditions and a high degree of organization, the team put up a classic long snake formation and walked along the mountain trail. Soon the team encountered the third person. A wave of enemies.

The paths and valleys are inhabited by a group of harpies hiding in caves. This magical creature is not only found in Naggaroth, but also in the Ulthuan crater, and also in the old world. They were too stupid and too impatient to stage a proper ambush.

The team that received the signal, under the command of Darkus, was originally scheduled to stay.

The harpies were almost the same color as the rocks and were difficult to spot until they moved, but it was winter and their camouflage was not fooling the elves. Unlike the Harpies of Naggaroth, they are almost all near-blind mutants that can only hunt by sound. In the round leading up to their attack, the valley is filled with their strange roars and screams, which they use to navigate and locate prey like bats.

There is no doubt that harpies are ferocious, hungry creatures that will band together to attack any isolated individual. What they are best at is pulling, and they keep circling when attacking. Until an enemy is injured, they will concentrate all their attack power on that person, that is, encirclement and beating.

Despite their hunger, harpies are not suicidal. Once any one of them is injured, the chain reaction of other harpies will also be affected, and they will undergo some kind of leadership check, and if the check fails, they will turn around and run away.

A classic swarm of bees. In the eyes of the trainers of Nagaros, the harpy is a one-time consumable. When the war starts, it is like casting a net into the sea. What you catch depends on luck and Anai. S. Lema's blessings, I didn't have time to care about them during the fight, and I didn't expect to recover them after the war. Except for Kalonde Carl, no animal trainer in the city is willing to waste energy on the harpy.

There were no orders, no shouts, the elves were in a turkey hunting contest, and the arrows greeted them cordially the moment the harpies howled out of the magical mist.

If you are running a group or the Doomsday Plague, Darkus will definitely bring two weapons. The long-handled battle ax that comes with his melee weapon, the Star Bow that comes with his secondary weapon, and the talent that comes with it... none. In addition, he also brought a bunch of messy potions and one-time magic accessories. Anyway, he had no item limit.

After shooting two arrows with the Star Bow, Darkus stopped shooting. He turned his head and glanced at Alyssa who had stopped waving her hands. He shook his head helplessly, not happy at all. Half of the harpies that swooped down were killed by Alyssa.

The terrifying Amber Spear seemed to be physical, and the harpies turned into incorporeal bodies when facing the Amber Spear. This fully proves the useless characteristics of the Harpy. Facing a complete military formation, the Harpy cannot make any waves.

The other members holding bows could only pick up some scattered remnants under Alyssa's fierce offensive. There is no doubt that she won the MVP of this game. She carried the most in this uneventful turkey hunting competition. Laurel crown.

"Go and have a look!" Darkus shouted to Kalien on the ridge.

The more than thirty harpies that attacked were all abandoned, and there were no defenders in the stinking cave. Kalien, who was holding the owl crossbow, looked over and his nose twitched. What is an expert? An expert can judge the general situation without looking carefully. He only needs to smell it. As an animal trainer, he knows the harpies very well. There were no harpies in the Black Ridge Mountains when he entered the industry. Catch less.

Kalion, who no longer held the crossbow, entered the cave and came out quickly. He felt that at this moment he was back in Naggaroth. There was nothing interesting inside except the bones of the victims. He knew he would face this situation, but who asked Darkus to give the order.

But Carlion is not without gains. After all, this is not the Black Ridge Mountains, but the Gray Mountains. He holds a pile of coins in his hand, 6 Marienburg pounds, 2 Imperial crowns, 14 Imperial shillings and 1 The lonely Bretonnian Eju was the trophy he gained from this caving expedition. After briefly looking at the coins, he put the coins into a bag, and then he threw the bag to the animal trainer who had been following him. After the animal trainer helped him, he did not forget to glare at the animal trainer. .

"I understand, I understand..." Kull kept nodding while still controlling the battlefield direction of the Disaster Walker.

Just kidding, if it were in the past, Kull would still have some thoughts about these coins, but now he won't. He has been to Bretonnia, Lustria, and Albion. He followed Dark Us has been to many places, and along the way, his vision has been different from when he stayed in Nagaroth.

Soon after, Darkus encountered a new challenge.

Three ogres sit on a rock and verbally fight over the remains of a goat. After seeing the team appear, they stood up and blocked the team's way. Their request was simple. If the team wanted to pass without incident, they must give them something to eat. Then, as if the team didn't exist, they started discussing "something" intensely.

Darkus was dumbfounded. He didn't know whether the three ogres were really stupid or fake. Could it be that the ogres couldn't see the murderous intent of the team? Myopia? Night blindness due to malnutrition? The problem is it's morning. Who gave these three ogres the courage to stand in the way, the Big Stomach God?

According to a certain game, the team is not just five small adventurers, but an entire 20-block army.

An army of stewards led by the legendary lord Darkus and composed entirely of stewards and spellcasters. And this is still the first wave of echelons, and the large foot troops behind are also following up. Although the number is not large, it is also a 20-square army composed of ROR elite units, the sons of Edreze, Asuryan believers and those The scattered Enil fully possesses the strength of the purple weapon card. Of course, this is still the second wave, and the third wave is still on the way. Soon, an army composed of 19 dragons will join the next battle.

What the hell is this concept?

Darkus raised his head and glanced at the sky. The team set off very early. He didn't want to bravely rush into Longyan Castle under the green light at night. He had no interest in staying there all night. There was no BGM echoing in his ears. He just leaned on the long-handled battle ax and watched the food quietly. The performance of the demons.

In the end, the three ogres decided, one man, one woman, or, one man and two stories.

"Your layout is too small. In fact, I can give you more, such as..."

Darkus was very satisfied with the result. He nodded. He did not bargain with the ogre. While he agreed, he picked up the long-handled battle ax and slashed at the confident ogre. The prepared ogre still didn't block his attack. He cut off the ogre's arm holding the stick with a clean blow. With a deafening roar, the ogre's huge body shook, but still He struggled, revealing his sharp fangs and ferocious expression.

A trace of cruelty flashed in the eyes of the merciless Darkus. He took steps without hesitation, turned his body, and waved the battle ax in his hand again. With a deep roar, his attack became more ferocious this time. The battle ax sliced ​​through the air, bringing with it a biting cold wind.

The ogre tried hard to resist, but still couldn't. His stomach was exposed to the air and spread out to the big stomach god who was watching him. He finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a piece of snow.

Darkus stood next to the ogre's body and looked at the lifeless ogre without any trouble. He took a deep breath, and then looked around. Just as he was finishing off the ogre in front of him, the other two ogres also fell down, and their big eye sockets were filled with arrows.

The ogre didn't explode anything, only three big sticks that didn't have any butt tools and a butt curtain to cover his private parts.

"What the hell." Darkus spat and signaled the team to continue setting off.

As the team approached Longyan Castle, the surrounding scene gradually changed, and the earth began to show a strange scene. The land is no longer vibrant, replaced by silence and darkness. The trees were twisted and short, and there was a strange atmosphere permeating the branches and leaves, as if they were telling some unknown secret.

A thick layer of fog shrouded the depths of the valley. This fog was not ordinary water vapor, but a strange aura that exuded an ominous light. Sunlight penetrates the fog, but the reflected light is no longer warm and bright, but sickly and dark, making the surrounding scenery appear distorted and unnatural.

The castle towers in the distance are clearly visible, but they are not a majestic building, but more like an abandoned fortress, full of decay and desolation. The flags on the towers are tattered and swaying in the wind.

Suddenly, the sky was obscured by hellish clouds, and the sunlight disappeared into darkness. The clouds were so low that they seemed to be touching, exuding an aura of depression and fear that made people feel suffocated. All this makes people shudder, as if they have entered an ominous place, a situation where ghosts are crying and wolves are howling.

"There is a very strong Deha here." Drusala came behind Darkus and whispered.

"That smell is coming, isn't it?" Darkus felt that the smell was coming, and he had the immersive feeling. He looked at the fog below, watching countless black shadows flying out of the fog, He raised his hands and shouted, "Set up the ballista!"

A group of shaggy carrion vultures are constantly approaching. They are terrifying undead bird predators. Their huge wings are covered with feathers as black as midnight, blocking out the sky and casting a nightmarish shadow on the dying creatures. These undead birds can smell the scent of blood and will rush to the battlefield thousands of miles away like moths to a flame. Whenever you see these vultures in flight, there is bound to be carnage and death nearby.

Before the carrion vultures could enter the high-altitude circling stage, the team's shooting began, and the second turkey hunting competition began, high and low, and son. The lifted carrion vultures kept making loud cries, and their broken bodies kept falling into the mist. The strange thing was that they would reappear quite far away after a few minutes.

In the end, facing the impenetrable firepower of the elves, the carrion vultures stopped attacking, as if they had never appeared before, as if everything that had just happened was a false illusion.

"Are my eyes blurry?" Maranur, who was no longer shooting, looked at the castle in the distance. He felt that something was wrong. In his impression, the castle was clearly on the left side of his vision before, but now the castle actually appeared. in the center of his field of vision.

"It was still there just now."

"Yes, and the shape has changed too."

Dragon Rock Castle looks like a wretched multi-fingered, clawed hand, trying to tear the heart of the sky apart, indescribably weird and twisted. (End of chapter)