Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

The tower Selire went to didn't have skeletons, but there were weirder things than skeletons. There is a terrible chill in the air, and a group of shadowy illusory forms lurk there. These ghosts are very ferocious, and they will continue to refresh and reorganize after being destroyed.

Fortunately, Belloda in the team discovered the problem. Under the cover of Selire, she rushed to the top of the tower with absolutely zero visibility, and used lightning to destroy the dark sphere on the top of the tower into pieces.

Of course, Selire said so, but the understatement revealed countless dangers. After all, the height of the tower and the internal environment were there. After the team came out, they had not yet gotten rid of the influence of the environment in the tower. The members were wrapped in blankets and shaking constantly, as if they had fallen into an ice cave before. You must know that some members of the team are from the Nagor, and they are active in the Chaos Wasteland all year round...

"It's very special... The owner here is unique. The dark sphere is composed of black crystal. Deha is constantly surging, exuding a bitter cold. Any creature that enters the radiation range of the sphere will be weakened.

I believe that the sphere is the focus of negative emotional energy, frustration, despair, exhaustion, pain, and the owner here created the sphere to absorb and amplify this emotion. If the sphere is destroyed physically or magically, a violent explosion will occur. The fragments of the explosion are filled with violent images of despair, pain and suffering. In addition to physical damage, it will also destroy the will. This damage is permanent for the weak. Sexually speaking, in words everyone can understand: you will suffer from mental illness such as depression. "After Beloda, who was wrapped in a blanket, drank the hot water handed over by Franais, he delivered a long and academic speech.

"It's a very common way to use Deha, but it's a little different and interesting..." Drusala responded. She could do what Belloda said. The sorceress of the Tower of Prophecy was very good at playing this trick and knew it. How to crack. But she didn't say much, knowing her lover didn't like these things.

"Removing the sphere requires a specific ritual, so that after it is destroyed, a completely different effect will occur. After I used the lightning ritual just now, the sphere made a slight crackling sound, then collapsed inward and disappeared, and the pain and suffering in the crystal dissipated Already..."

"This... you learned it at the White Tower of Hos?"

"Yes."

Now is the academic discussion time. Darkus has no interest in interrupting. He is pondering and listening quietly. He is not surprised by what Belloda said. The White Tower of Hos will definitely study how to deal with the sorceress. Nothing could be further from the norm. He then named the tower the Tower of Weakness.

"Hell, really hell."

The tower that Maranur went to is 25 meters high. The tower is somewhat special. Part of it is cut out of the mountain and is almost integrated into the rock below the castle. The walls inside the tower are painted black, giving it a gloomy and depressing feel. The first and second floors are standard guard rooms, and the third floor on top is a small dark room with two chairs, a water pipe, and a bunch of bottles and jars of potions.

The evil door lies in the unlocked basement of the tower. Members who enter the tower will be unconsciously attracted to the basement, as if there is a force guiding them. The room was filled with 15 skeletons, each wrapped in black robes. Each skeleton's bone hand held a dagger that had only a ritual function.

These unfortunate wretches are the remains of those who committed suicide in an attempt to escape the torment of the castle, but their souls survived in the form of ghosts, trapped in the crypt. They pleaded for salvation and were buried in cemeteries consecrated by Moorish priests. However, the way they begged was not right. They threatened the elves with useless daggers in their hands. A battle began, and then it stopped. The ghosts disappeared temporarily, but Colonia could clearly feel these ghosts. Without death, these ghosts will still appear at dawn or dusk.

There is a force field emitting despair in the tower, and some members are affected. While being invaded by despair, their bodies are unable to move, and they can only be dragged out of the tower by their unaffected companions.

"Hell indeed, Tower of Despair? Yes, Tower of Despair."

During the narration process, Shakala also came over. She led the team to the tower at the top of the horizontal center line. This tower is 25 meters high. All the doors are protected by forbidden enchantment spells. Several levels contained broken furniture, rotting corpses, and broken weapons, and the floors were covered in a thick, foul-smelling slime that made walking extremely dangerous.

Here, the team was ambushed, and four fetid and mutated forms suddenly sprang up from the corpses and attacked. These forms had no clear shape because they were changing all the time, but they were all vaguely humanoid, with limb-like attachments. Attack with limbs.

In his angry state, Shakala easily killed the four monsters. On the third floor of the tower, there was an iron cage hooked by a ceiling hook. The iron cage was open, and a trail of slime led to the middle of the floor.

Obviously, this is a trap. Hidden in the darkness on this floor is a Chaos Warrior whose legs have turned into tentacles. If the intruder looks up towards the cage, he will launch an ambush in the darkness, but unfortunately, the team Found him on the spiral staircase. He had no power to fight back against the angry Shakala. His body was firmly controlled by the whip, and the revolving three-pronged boomerang sliced ​​his spine.

Different from other towers, the loot in this tower is extremely rich. There are two locked boxes in the top attic, as well as some ordinary furniture. The loft looks like a guest room that has not been used for a long time and has a beautiful view. The key that exploded from the Chaos Warrior opened the box. A two-handed sword, spare sword and scabbard, and a complete set of armor were placed in the first box.

Darkus took a look at the trophies. He suspected that these equipment should belong to the Chaos Warrior, and... that Chaos Warrior should have been a Bretonnian adventure knight before. The weapons and equipment have an obvious Bretonnian style, which is similar to the mountain. The empire here is completely different.

"May Lilith protect him."

The second chest contained a bag of Bretonnian aegyu, and, among other things, a gold necklace with some larger teeth hanging from it. After identification, these teeth came from a young dragon. A conservative estimate is that they are worth about 100 imperial crowns. This is most likely a family heirloom, or made by an exploring knight after slaying a hatchling in the Gray Mountains. In addition to coins and trinkets, there were also some drinks and clothes with emblems on them.

According to Sharia, immediately behind the tower, uncontrollable rage and violence develop within, and these emotions drive one to seek out an enemy and fight with him to the death. During the passage, some quarrels occurred within the team, and there was a tendency to fight among themselves, but she stopped them. According to the members' description, everything that happened in the tower had the beauty of being blessed by Kane after a blood sacrifice. They had not had this feeling for a long time.

Cradin, who went to the bottom tower on the horizontal center line, was the last one to return. The tower was 25 meters high. The stones of the entire building were twisted and deformed, tilting towards the castle. The team found three crouched human skeletons and scattered Imperial crowns in the basement. The skeletons were harmless and did not stand up to attack the team. There were 19 scattered Imperial crowns in total.

The arrow holes in the upper chamber were blocked and sealed with iron bars. The walls are decorated with black hangings and tapestries depicting skeletal figures rising from rough tombs. It was unusually cold in the room, and hallucinations struck the members of the team one after another. Some members saw a group of skeletons pouring out of the portal opened in the tapestry, and some did not. But all the members saw an ugly, faceless ghost form, exuding strong coldness and malice, with sharp claws reaching directly to their hearts, piercing their bodies, causing excruciating pain and frightening emotions. fear.

Fortunately, the members of the team did not go completely crazy. They were well-informed and successfully tested the illusion. Not trembling with fear, he stood still. He didn't run towards the battlements in fear, nor did he step on the rotten wood and fall.

There is a poor being at the top of the tower. After seeing the team, a ghost launched an attack on the team, attacking by throwing tools, paper weights, decorations, etc... This ghost was a halfling gem craftsman in life, and after being hired by Mr. De , met a terrible end.

Asanok found some useful things after banishing the ghost. Lenses, bags full of gems, wooden boxes containing rough red gold coils, cutting and polishing tools and small oil lamps lay on the tool table. The drawer holds a flame opal to resist fire, a crystal prism to dispel illusions, a magnifying glass to dispel illusions, and a polished silver mirror to disguise illusions.

These things add up to about 350 imperial crowns, but they are still not as profitable as the Tower of Wrath. After all, in addition to the dragon tooth necklace, weapons and armor are also very valuable.

"So... Tower of Hunger? Tower of Anger? Tower of Fatigue? Tower of Fear? Tower of Weakness? Tower of Despair?" After finishing speaking, Darkus shook his head in disgust and gave a negative review. He thought that what Mr. De was doing was not good. He initially thought it was some kind of seven deadly sins. The tower he went to corresponded to gluttony, but it turned out that it was not.

Elano, carrying a long-handled battle ax, appeared in front of Darkus and reported the situation in the courtyard. There was a 2-meter-high fountain in the courtyard above the horizontal center line, carved from marble. The fountain has not been maintained for a long time, no longer sprays water, and is polluted by bird droppings and weathered matter.

What's weird is that the fountain statue shows a pair of horribly mutated lovers entangled together. The curves and lines are strange and confusing. Looking at the statue creates an unpleasant feeling of anxiety and distraction for Elanor, but that's it.

Darkus shook his head. He thought this was because Elanor had too little experience. If Elanor goes around Nagaroth, he will definitely feel accustomed to seeing the fountain. There is not much else in Nagaroth, and there are especially many Gothic buildings in this abstract style.

Corresponding to the fountain is a well below the horizontal centerline. There are some rotten wooden barrels scattered around the well. The water in the well is flowing. The water may be harmless, but the well is full of bones and moldy meat.

"Has it been checked there?" Darkus asked, pointing to the stables on the right side of the entrance. He didn't care about the wells. Before setting off, the team had already carried supplies. No one would go crazy eating and drinking from the castle. .

"There are eight stables there, and the skeletons of eight horses are there. Two of them moved after we entered. There are some tools, harnesses, reins and other items scattered around the tool display. One of the harnesses is a magical Items. In addition to these, we also found a loose stone slab with a skeleton inside. If it is correct, it should be the groom? There were 18 imperial crowns and 30 shillings in the bag on his waist."

"Ouch."

"Loic's dance."

Elanor's last words attracted the attention of the elves. This was a huge amount of wealth with strong purchasing power. Why a human groom held so much wealth became a topic they discussed.

"That……"

Before Darkus could finish his question, he was interrupted by a loud noise.

A black carriage rushed out from the carriage house on the left side of the entrance, smashing the walls of the carriage house into pieces. The carriage was made of black wood with golden railings on the top and lanterns hung on both sides. It was worth a fortune at first sight. The entire car looks incredibly new and shiny. The leather harness was lubricated and polished, the dark velvet curtains were drawn, and there was no sign of rot inside the carriage. The door handles are made from preserved Skaven paws, each topped by a snarling Skaven head.

The carriage has no horses to drive it and moves on its own like a driverless vehicle. The carriage rushed out of the carriage house and then made a drifting movement, as if to throw Baine off the roof of the carriage, but Baine still stood firmly on the carriage and was not affected by the violent shaking of the carriage. At this time, a headless horseman crawled out from the opened car door and climbed to the roof of the car to kill Baine. The rat head next to the car door is also constantly biting, biting the air, biting non-existent targets.

Just when Darkus thought that was it, something strange happened. The four rat heads on the left and right doors flew up and attacked Baine on the roof of the car. Bainie kicked the Headless Horseman over. After the Headless Horseman rolled to the ground and was crushed into two pieces by the wheels, the skeletons in the carriage also crawled out one after another. These skeletons were dressed in decaying gorgeous clothes, with lace and silk covered with dust and cobwebs. They looked like noble ladies in life. As these ladies crawled, their jewelry kept falling to the ground.

The elves surrounding Darkus had no intention of dispersing, and the carriage had no intention of coming this way. The rat head and skeleton seemed to be angered by Baine's rudeness, and the carriage kept spinning in circles. .

"What is this? A matador?" Darkus looked at Baine performing with some speechlessness. The God's Halberd was like a fly swatter in Baine's hands.

After a moment, as the skeleton fell, the carriage stopped moving as if it had lost its soul.

Baine, who was standing on the carriage, first raised his halberd to demonstrate in the direction of the main part of the castle. Then he jumped off the carriage with a backflip, and rummaged and collected without any force. His actions before and after caused a lot of damage. A huge contrast. After a while, the team waiting in the courtyard also started to move, vying to participate in the scraping process. They were so slow that they could only bend down to pick up the jewelry that had fallen to the ground.

"What is this?" Darkus shook his head, then picked up the pocket watch hanging on his belt and looked at it. After reading it, he looked into the distance, but he saw nothing. The city wall blocked his sight.

Darkus is waiting for the dragon to appear. He has a certain understanding of Dragon Rock Castle. He knows that this castle, which is no different from a haunted house, has many strange things, such as a big crack?

In the year 2203 of the Imperial Calendar, a rift leading to the Demon Realm of Chaos was opened in Dragoncliff Castle. Then Wobergland experienced a terrifying week, with countless demons wandering in the hills. Before the rift opened, Ulborik had a population of 15,000. After the rift ended, Ulborik's population dropped to 1,500, a 90% reduction in population. This shows what happened in that week.

The red dragon appeared. In the blue sky, the nineteen giant dragons arranged in three rows and spread out in an orderly manner exuded a powerful aura and majesty. Their bodies were as huge as mountains, covered with blazing flames. It burned the sky and released a blazing light, streaking across the sky like a meteor shower. They flew as fast as lightning as they flapped their wings over Wobergland. The flapping of their wings stirred the air, creating gusts of howling wind.

This spectacular sight stunned the residents of Wobergland. They stared at the sky and were deeply shocked by the scene in front of them. It was the first time they saw such a giant dragon appearing at the same time.

The year 2028 in the Imperial Calendar is undoubtedly a year worthy of special mention and careful study by Rick leaders. First there was Vlad, then there was the Red Dragon, and there was the Elf Mission in the middle.

"Here we go, let's go, your group will serve as the reserve team."

After Darkos finished giving instructions to the still recovering Talos group, he turned and walked towards the main body of the castle. After the six squatting gargoyles at the door were smashed to pieces by leaf hammers, the team arrived at the door.

The front door of the castle is made of solid brown wood. There is a bronze plaque above the door with a vague mask-like face engraved on it, which seems to represent the existence of Lord De, or the Faceless One. The door was unlocked, and when it felt the team approaching, it opened with a creaking sound, as if to welcome the team's arrival.

"The walls are changing."

Without Drusala's need to say anything, Darkus could already see the gargoyle faces and stone hands protruding from the walls, dotted on both sides of the corridor. Gargoyles are a general term. These stone statues have different shapes, some are long, some are short, some are round, some are square, some have no eyes, some have multiple eyes, some have snake heads, some have eagle heads, etc. , there are many kinds, but without exception, these faces are horribly distorted, as if they are suffocated or in extreme pain. Their eyes were fixed on the intruder, their clawed hands were constantly changing shapes, scratching madly or reaching out desperately, and there were some broken stones on the floor.

Genevieve looked up at the ceiling, where the molten stone was constantly reshaping its shape. Just as she was looking, the attack began. Darkus waved the long-handled battle ax in his hand roughly, and a gargoyle's head fell off, making a cracking sound when it fell to the ground.

A stone head rolled around at Genevieve's feet, its vitreous eyes blurred and its swollen tongue hanging out. Then, she adjusted her body shape, and a short and fat gargoyle had completely detached from the ceiling and hit the spot where she was standing before. Just as the gargoyle was grabbing at her, Ren, who was filling in, swung the blade of reality and slashed it straight down.

The gargoyle stopped moving, and a thin crack appeared on its torso, extending from its horny shoulders to its waist. Under attack, it pounced towards Ren, its stone hands creaking and its claws as sharp as razors.

Renn took a step back and moved his feet to avoid the sharp blow. Then he took out the leaf hammer, dodged Genevieve's position from the wall attack, and hit the gargoyle hard on the head. The gargoyle staggered backwards, its head splitting apart and its upper body slipping from its base and falling to the floor, a lifeless pile of stone.

The team didn't fight their way through the gargoyles. They clashed with the gargoyles, as if they wanted to see how many gargoyles would appear. Armed with blunt weapons, they kept venting, hitting the gargoyles like whack-a-mole, and scattered gravel covered the corridor.

After a while, the wall filled with SAN became tidy and extremely clean.

"How about exploring the haunted house?" Darkus took a breath and turned to Tolandir, who was not far behind him, and asked.

"Uh... good idea..." Tolandir was stunned for a moment. He didn't think it was a good name. It lacked inspiration and imagination, but he hesitated for a moment and agreed.

"interesting."

"It's really interesting."

The elven spellcasters came to the door at the end of the corridor to discuss it, and then began a new round of academic discussions.

The door was cast under a protective spell, and in 2480 Imperial Calendar, a human spellcaster who came with Genevieve met a terrible fate. The caster reached into a bag and threw a handful of sweet-smelling dust at the door. Then with a mocking smile, he bowed, as if preparing to start a grand performance, and twisted the doorknob to try to push it open.

The human spellcaster's last words before his death were: Look, it's easy. Then nothing happened, he exploded, exploded directly, strips of cloth and meat were hung on the door, his body tissue was hung on the bodies of the adventurers, and the walls of the corridor turned red. His skeletal form stood in front of the door, still grinning, before he collapsed, but the good news was that the door was opened.

Behind the door is the lounge, with six comfortable-looking armchairs covered in rough horsehair. Carpets and wall paintings fill the interior, making the whole room look like a luxurious lounge, which would be better without a few other things. On each armchair sat a corpse, which had been immobilized and showed no signs of decay, but each had been carefully skinned.

There was a silver-topped trolley in one corner, holding a scalpel, some dried skin fragments and some strangely bent metal spatulas. There were no valuables in the room, just an unsettling aura. Of course, this uneasiness value refers to adventurers. The elves who come here have broken away from the Five Elements and are not within the Three Realms.

"The technology is not that good."

"Yes, the tools are not professional either."

"Seems like a newbie?"

This time it was the turn of the Druchis to conduct a new round of academic discussion. They gathered around the corpse and commented constantly. The corpses that can drive adventurers crazy are ordinary, even boring and inferior in their eyes. They have seen anything more ruthless than this in Nagaroth. The House of Flesh, there is a reason why it is called the House of Flesh and not by any other name.

Perhaps because the scene was too curious, the Enils in the team also gathered around. Most of their attention was focused on one of the corpses, because this corpse was different from the others. The muscles of the corpse were constantly twitching. , opened his mouth and let out a silent scream.

The next room shows the scene of one of De Ye's most notorious atrocities, with the remains of royalty and nobles seated around a richly decorated table. In front of the skeleton were some silver plates and rice bowls covered in dirt, and dirty, cracked crystal cups, all remnants of that atrocity.

"What's going on here?"

"A bloody feast... a poisoned feast... As you can see, the plates are filled with exquisite food, but these stupid and gullible guys cannot eat it and can only watch the food in front of them. , starved to death in despair" (discussed in Chapter 362).

"These two are most likely Carolus II and Queen Irina, and the one next to them should be their children?" Darkus, who put the matter on William III, roughly recounted what happened eighty years ago. What did he say, and then he pointed at the two corpses in position C and said.

Genevieve looked at the abandoned body and the jewelry under the spider webs, and a day long ago flashed through her mind. The lights were bright, the windows shone with clear light, laughter and music were intertwined in the banquet hall of the Palaon Palace, and exquisite dishes were served one after another. Handsome gentlemen showed elegance, while beautiful ladies danced to the music. At the head of the banquet table, a nobleman wearing a crown sat, accompanied by a mysterious man wearing a mask.

After blinking, the scene in front of Genevieve changed again, and the gift of darkness returned. She grasped Ye Zhui tightly with her hand. Today, it was time to end all this.

"What do you think that is?" Darkus, who heard the crunching sound, lowered his head and looked at where the sound came from. He sighed and took Genevieve's arm, pointing the other finger at Carolus II. Shi's corpse said.

Queen Irene's eye sockets were set with rubies, and a silver net studded with pearls, sapphires, and diamonds hung from her exposed ribs, while Carolus II wore a tarnished crown on his head.

"The old crown...it is priceless to the Empire."

This crown goes back a long way, dating back to when Sigmar became Emperor. After that, when the successive emperors of the empire succeed to the throne, they will be crowned by the High Priest Sigmar. Of course, this is not absolute. It may also be the High Priest Ulric or others. Different situations vary in different periods. Until the era of Carolus II, this crown, which symbolized the supreme power of the empire, disappeared. Now, the crowns worn by the emperors are like the Phoenix Crown worn by the Phoenix King...

"Priceless, yes, priceless. Maybe... we should return it to the empire at the right time. After all, we are elves, not dwarves, right?"

What Darkus said appropriately was that hundreds of years later, he did not want to return the crown to the guy who had been beaten by the elf. And there is no need to give it back to Magnus. Can it be given back to other electors who have ideas? He is professional at making troubles and changes. In the eyes of a politician like him, this crown is a big killer that can kill half the empire.

However, Darkus' words did not receive applause from the elves present, but instead received strange and confused looks. Whether it was Druch, Ainil or Asul, they all focused on the second half of the sentence. They all knew what happened during the battle of revenge.

"I don't think those dwarfs will be returned..." Perhaps because of the mention of the Phoenix Crown, Belloda, who was usually very mean, stopped being mean and became a supporter.

"I'll solve this problem and I'll be back, don't worry." After Darkus finished speaking, he looked at the dining table again. In addition to the so-called priceless crown, there were rings, badges, bracelets, necklaces, necklaces, earrings and other The total value of the items is at least 10,000 imperial crowns. But don't worry, they are responsible for playing the vanguard, and after everything is resolved, the large forces will come in to wash the ground.

It's no joke that the thief never comes up short.

"Now, let's get out of here."

The corridor next to the banquet hall is very strange. The length seems to be twice the actual length. No one knows the actual length, not even the spellcasters. This is beyond the scope of magic. The entire castle has evolved into a force field. He took a half step towards Isil. The tapestries and murals hanging on the walls of the aisles on both sides are also changing all the time, and the pictures displayed in the eyes of the watching elves seem to be slightly different.

"You stabbed me."

"Well, I strangled you with my bowstring."

"It's changed again, this time it's me stabbing you."

"Mine has also changed. This time I changed it to Ye Zhui."

"A little boring."

"Yes, I agree with you. I don't like this art form. Relatively speaking, I prefer Lane's paintings. Maybe it's because I'm more conservative?"

The mural is like a slide. Darkus can clearly see that one second he was arguing fiercely with Maranur, and the next second he was hiding behind the tree, holding a bow and arrow. As time went by, Maranur rolled his eyes and died under his bowstring, strangled to death by him.

The picture that Maranur saw was essentially the same as what Dacus saw. It mainly focused on an idea that caused distrust and disputes between each other, but the two of them were like tourists who came to a museum to appreciate art. Comment before painting.

"It's fine, let's have fun and talk, but no quarrels or fights!" Darkus scolded while walking in the aisle.

Darkus knows that these paintings imply that the viewers are cowardly, worthless, traitors, etc., and constantly tests the will of the viewers. Those with weak will will be affected by the content of the paintings. When this happens, The best way to respond is to yell? Slap the viewer hard? Or use magic to force your gaze to change?

If we don't respond in time, other situations will occur, such as a fight? Fortunately, this didn't happen. Although some viewers kept evading their eyes, as if they had seen something extraordinary.

"Someone has been here and it's been cleaned."

Darkus nodded in response. He thought Drusala was right. The lounge he was in was exceptionally clean, as if someone had always kept the place tidy. The room was filled with all kinds of clocks, including two huge standing pendulum clocks on the wall and several small wall clocks with Bretonnian gilt decoration on the table.

Strangely, the clocks had stopped running for various reasons, and spare parts, gold-plated polish, clockwork keys, pendulums, etc. were scattered around the room.

"There's a fight next door."

"Let's go and take a look." (End of this chapter)