Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

The room was completely decorated in yellow, and a bright yellow light came out from what looked like a small window on the east wall. After Darkus looked up, he realized that it was a magic light source. On the table were glass and crystal goblets, beautifully decorated thin-necked liqueur bottles, and on a silver plate were the sweet cookies that the elves loved to eat.

After observing for a while, Darkus walked through the passage that the team gave way to, and then he froze there.

"this?"

"Liariel."

"?" Darkus showed a blank expression after hearing Liv's explanation. He knew who Liandra and Liariel were?

"She...is technically a deity. He doesn't walk in Aslay's pantheon. I saw her a long time ago."

"Wait a minute...Ms. River, you've confused me. She? He? Who is it?" Darkus is not ill. Elsalin is not Chinese. He and she have clear words, variants. The same goes for Elvish languages.

"He, she... is a very rare hermaphrodite, an extremely beautiful elf who always has a faint smile on her face. She is symbolized by the lute and the wineskin. Of course, the cup is also often used as a symbol. Her followers usually wear green hooded robes, which are embroidered with various symbols in gold thread, including vine leaves, musical instruments, and fruits." At the end, Liv pointed forward, and then she started to answer.

Athel Loren is amazing. According to blood theory, the Twilight sisters are either elven nobles or maids. Nestla and Arohan were once an individual, but they were divided into sisters after encountering something. Nestla represents the light side, and Alohan represents the dark side, just like the character of the elf, just like Aesolo. The two sides of ethics are like the two sides of the same coin.

This kind of thing can happen, and the appearance of an androgynous elf is nothing unusual...

Darkus understood that Liariel was the elven god, the patron saint of music, poetry, dance and wine. But no, just like the descendants of the Lord of Destruction and Illinir, such as the fire god Ardaeus who lived in the Black Ridge Mountains, they could only walk in the medieval world. However, Liariel was even worse than the descendants of Illinir. At least those descendants were considered members of the Pantheon, and Liariel was not at all.

Liariel was worshiped by Asrai and sometimes by human bards. She was regarded as a minor deity of wine and art by humans, but this did not spread to Athel Loren. She has no temples or sacrifices. At most, believers wear her emblem. She also doesn't have any special holy days, she is worshiped whenever Aslay sings or drinks, and other times...

Darkos had reason to suspect that Liariel was the descendant of a certain elf god. He focused his suspicion on Loic. After all, there was some connection. Music, poetry, dance and wine, two things related to Loic is involved. Judging from the timeline, Lyariel should have been conceived by Loic and an elf after the elves came to Athel Loren. In his opinion, Lyariel was a bit miserable...all of which could make Slaanesh ecstatic. Ability, if this is caught by Slaanesh...will there be good fruits to eat?

Besides, how small is the population of the Asrais who live in trees and are no different from monkeys? Yes, Darkus does not think humans are monkeys, but thinks those cousins ​​are monkeys. Both are civilized, but humans are not like Monkeys live in trees like that.

Enil? They roam the forest but rarely, if ever, live in trees.

Aslay's population and supplies simply could not support Liariel's divine power, which created a very embarrassing situation. Unless... the entire elf population is piled up, and there must be abundant supplies to support various festivals. In addition to these two necessary conditions, there is also the promotion and promotion of the superior elves, so that Liariel can escape the clutches of Slaanesh and join the ranks of the Pantheon.

"Music, poetry, dance and wine...do you know where she is?" After thinking for a moment, Darkus asked. These characteristics are what the elves need. He thinks he has the ability to fill the elves' population. , and abundant supplies.

"certainly."

Darkus nodded and said nothing more. Now is not the time to study Liariel. Three elven ghosts wearing the emblem of Liariel on their chests and wearing green hooded robes stood at the exit at the other end of the room. The three ghosts were constantly negotiating with Belloda, and Darkus could hear the words. They were trying to prevent the team from passing there because they believed evil and chaos lurked behind the door.

However, the three ghosts don't know exactly what is behind the door. They have forgotten who they are, only that they are trapped by the evil magician. Their chaotic intentions are to protect the souls of adventurers from the evil of the outside world, but they also want to prevent some great evil from being unleashed on the world. They are anxious and somewhat confused.

There is no need to study the origin of the elven ghosts. It is obvious that it is Asrai, not Asul, not Druch, not Aenir, and not even stray elves like Gilead and Fishwell.

"Don't waste time, I'm going to fall asleep. Can the gems be used?"

Darkus was feeling a little sleepy now. The whole room was in warm colors, the bench was very inviting, the wine was also very tempting, and it was full of ennui. Moreover, in his opinion, these three ghosts could not give any useful information, and they only talked about useless nonsense, as if they were suffering from Alzheimer's disease. If he hadn't needed to pay attention to the impact, he would have killed those three ghosts long ago.

"able."

After receiving the accurate answer, Darkus waved his hand.

The ghosts disappeared into the gems, and soon the three ghosts would be taken to Athel Loren for burial.

The furnishings of the next room are very different from the previous room, except that the decoration of the room is completely lilac, and the occupant is no longer an elf ghost.

A small incense burner on the roof exuded a dull and strong musky smell, and two Slaanesh demons were lying lazily on the bench, looking very upset. After seeing the team enter, they stood up as if they wanted to entertain the team. But soon they lay down again and disappeared.

The third room is pure white, with a bottle of white lilies on the table. The bottle is an ordinary silver kettle, but there is no owner.

The next fourth room is solid black with a red window on the east side that brings evil light into the room. Black candles burned on black iron candlesticks, and blood gold bowls were placed on the tables in the circle. This room seems to be the end of these consecutive rooms. There is no door. There is a coffin at the end, and sitting next to it is a woman wearing a low-cut black dress with red silk on the edge.

"He is waking up, and I can feel that his power is constantly increasing." Genevieve said in a low voice. As a vampire, she sensed the existence in the coffin.

"Do you want to escape from here? This is the only way!" After seeing the team coming in, the woman stood up from her chair. She waved the gorgeous scroll in her hand, and then she placed the scroll on the candle flame with a threatening look. Ruined posture.

"Why are you here?" After seeing Drusala's approaching look, Darkus prepared to tease this woman. As for the vampire in the coffin...is it as strong as Vlad?

"Looking for something! I will not reveal what this object is, I will not reveal the secret of a valuable or important object to someone I don't know and can barely trust. The scroll in my hand is the only means of escape..."

"That is to say... you don't want to say it? What about your meaning and value." After finishing speaking, Darkus waved his hand. He was in no mood to argue with this woman anymore. Drusala had already told him that the scroll in the woman's hand was useless, and Genevieve told him that there was something in the coffin. It was already obvious that this woman was dragging time.

Julianne Fassbender has curly black hair and light gray eyes. Her beauty cannot conceal the emptiness and indifference in her heart. She was a mercenary a long time ago, and now she is a servant of a vampire. She was seduced by the being in the coffin and transformed into a servant. She is completely loyal to the being in her coffin and will fight to the death to protect her master.

Now, Julianne died as she wished, and fell to the ground before she could swing her magic sword. She did not turn into a hedgehog, but her light gray eyes were like red hearts filled with arrows on an archery target.

"What's your name?" Darkus squatted down and asked the vampire who was pinned to the ground by the elves. If he judged correctly... this vampire should be similar to a level BOSS, but that is for adventurers. The team skipped the battle. When the elves opened the slide, the vampire opened his eyes and was pinned to the ground.

"I'm asking you a question! Are you mute? Still haven't woken up? Do you need me to help you recover your memory?" As Cowell said, he kicked him hard with his foot.

"Oh~! That's rude. What a graceful person." Darkus stopped Cowell's great memory recovery technique. After speaking, he stretched out his hand to Genevieve who was standing next to him.

"Maximilian..."

"Sounds aristocratic?"

"Von Carstein..."

Maximilian von Carstein was handsome, dark, and elegant, and he was an alluring presence to a human woman. Well-spoken, he looks about 30 years old and has a slender figure. Before becoming a vampire, he was a member of an ancient noble family in the Osterland, which ruled an obscure and unfortunate fiefdom.

After becoming a vampire, Maximilian was tired of the internal struggles of vampires. He took Julian on a dangerous and exciting journey until he came to Dragon Rock Castle. He believed that there was some hidden equipment in the castle that could enhance the vampire's abilities. In fact, as he thought, it was indeed there, but he failed to find it and was trapped instead.

"What a coincidence, I'm saying hello to you on behalf of Vlad." After finishing speaking, Darkus picked up the leaf hammer and hit Maximilian hard on the face, and then he hit Manfrey just like he did in Altdorf. Like De and Jon Skyland, Maximilian's surprised expression stayed on his battered and bloody face.

Just kidding, this is Dragon Rock Castle, not the Monastery of Eternal Night and Solace. When he was in the monastery, Darkos gave Mrs. Melissa face, but did not do anything to Vlad, who had a talent for comedy. This is not a monastery, but Dragon Rock Castle, and the revived vampire Gu will be very difficult to deal with given the terrain.

"Let us get out of here." Darkus ordered after handing the hammer to Genevieve.

"These four rooms are an unstable whole, and there is no way back." Colonia replied after some research. When Darkus turned to look at her, she pointed to the magic circle on the ground and said, "The battle went so fast that the magic circle didn't even have time to activate."

The casters gathered around the magic circle and started tinkering. After a while, a circle of stones emerged from the floor, surrounded by a circle of glowing red coagulated blood and red light. Then the central stone circle peeled away like the skin of a grape, revealing the blood-red passage beneath.

Renn took out an imperial crown from the bag and threw it into the passage, just like throwing a coin into a fountain to make a wish, but the coin made no sound of falling into the water or colliding. The depth of the passage was like an abyss, immeasurable.

Colonia, who was standing on the edge, made a gesture of invitation.

Even though Darkus didn't like the feeling, he jumped anyway. The passage appeared on the floor. If he followed the normal thinking, he should appear on the negative floor of the castle, but no, he came to the second floor of the castle. Just like Colonia said, there is no way back for the four of them. The room is an unstable whole.

"He lights up your bitterness and extinguishes your honor. You are cursed by him. You should be proud of yourself. You belong to the darkness and dedicate yourself..."

"Shut up!" The voice that appeared in his ear made Maranur yell.

"You stupid pig! Get away! Who do you think you are? Don't let me see you! You're as embarrassed as walking through a butcher's shop, a maggot hiding in the darkness." Maranur kept saying while observing the surroundings The ground yelled.

Darkus did not go to comfort Maranur who was in a furious state. He knew what happened without asking. Drakfels whispered, touching the most sensitive thing in his cousin's heart, and... It's probably something to do with him, after all, it's a very, very good entry point.

"Weak and powerless, that's all he can do. He's very close. The room moves, and we move too!"

The room is just like a view room, only a little bit larger than an ordinary view room. Darkus was surrounded by trees, and he walked quickly on a narrow path that passed through strange trees. Some of these trees are white, some are gray, some are silvery, transparent, or translucent, but without exception, twisted faces tortured by terrible pain appear in the branches and trunks.

A cold wind whistled through the branches, mixed with the screams of torture, which made people shudder. In the distance, a green hill is clearly visible, which seems to be the exit of the room. The team must move towards the hill, otherwise there will be no retreat. Gray trees begin to grow and spread on the hillside, approaching the team.

"I want a soul, give me a soul..."

A being who looked like a chaos warlock stood at the foot of the mountain. However, before he could finish speaking, his words were interrupted by a magical attack like a violent storm. His words angered the elves, and then swarmed up. The elves were cursing and slashing at him with all kinds of weapons.

When Darkus ran over, the Chaos Warlocks surrounded by him were lying on the ground in pieces. To the adventurers, the existence of a gatekeeper BOSS fell down like this. It was really a bit bullying. Now, the warriors are taking something valuable under the guidance of the spellcasters. When he took a breath, he looked back and then looked at the Chaos Warlock. He understood.

Under normal circumstances, there are three options. One is to hand over an unlucky guy to the Chaos Warlock and then take advantage of this opportunity to run away. The other is fighting, but Chaos Warlocks are not that easy to deal with. After the fighting starts for a while, the forest behind them will chase them, and they have to run and fight together in order to escape alive. The last one, who was all killed by the Chaos Warlock or trapped in the forest during the battle, became a part of the forest, and became one of the poor souls trapped in the translucent tree trunk...

A dazzling ray of sunshine appeared in front of Darkus's eyes, and he felt that he was experiencing the taste of summer tips and wildflower nectar at this moment.

"Interesting." After finishing speaking, Darkus turned around and entered a yellow and green arch with flowing colors. The color made him very unpleasant, just like Xiang, and all he had to do was to follow this door and get into his intestines.

"This brought back bad memories for me." Tolandir said with some annoyance as he entered the room. He found himself in a huge stagnant swamp. In some places, the damp ground was broken by black rotting trees, a bit like the remaining mangroves. He was good at using attacks and had very good eyesight. He saw some tree stumps carved with Nurgle symbols.

The black water is covered with thick green scum and crawling with bugs, centipedes, swollen flies and more. Occasionally, dead rats and other corpses can be seen floating on the scum, and swarms of flies and mosquitoes hover above the swamp. It's unspeakably disgusting. The only good news is that there are no Nurglings jumping around, otherwise Darkwu Si is about to put a question mark.

In the distance, an archway shimmering in blue-green with pink hues is tempting people to enter.

After watching for a moment, the elves turned their attention to Darkus.

Darkus knew that the next step was his time to show off. The Trident of the Sea, which had been floating, appeared in his hand. After a while, the team passed through the arch.

Understood, Darkus understood again. If his judgment is correct, are the four rooms on the upper and lower floors of the castle symmetrical? He didn't understand the combination below, but he understood the upper one. The swamp just now represented Nurgle, and the woods at the beginning should represent Tzeentch? Now this...

What appears to be a patch of dense, green grass appears in the room, however, the patch of grass is actually countless slender wiggling fingers that caress and tickle the people walking around. This is an effect caused by magic, and the elves can feel the effect even while wearing iron boots.

The stroking, hugging, and tickling were distracting, and when the procession began to move, occasionally the ground erupted into a writhing mass of waving and grabbing hands, which of course was nothing, as the occasional burrowing Slaanesh comes out and attacks the team. With orderly cooperation, the team quickly crossed the grass and entered the red arch filled with skulls.

Darkus's judgment was correct. These four rooms were indeed related to the Four Gods of Chaos, but they were not closely related. At least there were no big demons or the like. They were all miscellaneous trash characters. The room he was in now had bones as far as the eye could see, and there was no doubt that this room represented Khorne.

The room was made up of endless broken bones, filled with broken skeletons and scattered skulls of humanoids and beasts. The team stepped on it and made a crunching sound, making it indescribably restless. After the team marched for a while, the bones flew up from the ground and magically assembled into a huge, tyrannosaur-like skeleton monster. The symbol of Khorne was clearly visible on the huge skull.

"Get down!" Darkus pointed at the skeleton Tyrannosaurus and yelled. He was not like the first time he went to the Lustria continent.

As a result, something strange happened. The skeleton Tyrannosaurus, who was about to charge, was stunned. The skeleton body continued to resist, as if being resisted by two huge forces one after the other. The skeleton continued to tremble and creak. There was a crunching sound, and the moment the first vampire appeared, the body of the skeleton Tyrannosaurus collapsed, as if it had never appeared before.

A steady stream of vampires appeared in the room, and were then banished by the elves who occupied the fighting position. When the vampires no longer appeared, the team crossed the unremarkable arch.

"You guys are a bit slow." Asanok, who was waiting in the corridor, joked after seeing the team appear.

"How's the situation outside?"

"Already checked."

"Okay, let's go up to the third floor. I'm a little tired." (End of Chapter)