Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 594 445 You are a little extreme

The room made of branches appeared particularly clearly in Darkus' vision, and the clear outlines of the strange-shaped wood and curved branches became obvious. At first he only saw the wildness of nature, but now he saw the subtlety of nature. He didn't see anything as rough as a straight line.

The evening sun shines on the branches, the melodious singing in the distance and the warm breath of summer intertwined with the crispness of autumn and the coldness of winter, giving Darkus a feeling that time is slipping away from him. The warm scent of jasmine fills the room's trees and branches, filling the softly glowing window treatments, as if the sap inside flows like liquid amber.

Darkus, who was sitting on the wicker chair, reached out with lightning speed and grabbed Drusala's wrist. Drusala, who was caught by him, trembled suddenly, turned her head, and looked at him with some confusion.

"Don't go, stay with me, ah~ I can't live without you, my dear Drusala, I... I'm afraid..."

"Pfft! Ahem..." Lilith, who was sitting opposite Darkus, spat out the water in her mouth after hearing the strange words. She stared at Darkus unhappily and coughed violently. With.

"Although we have a political marriage,... we have a very good relationship. I love her and she loves me. How beautiful it is. It's a pity that Alalos is not here, otherwise... he can pat you on the back? Help. Can you please relax?" Darkus stood up and walked to the window, waiting for him to drag the wicker chair over, comfort Drusala and sit on it, and teased.

"He welcomes your arrival." Lilith said speechlessly after being stuffed with a mouthful of dog food.

"Like that Aldade?" Darkus looked at Lilith and asked nonchalantly after sitting down again.

Aldade almost stopped doing it just now. Aldade was irritated by Ren's extremely arrogant attitude. Maybe it was because he was too closed-minded. It was the first time for him to see an elf with such a big spectrum. When tracing back to the long history of the nobility, Ren, who had a loud meal, announced the families of the team members like the names of dishes. 7 He had never seen this formation before. Some of these families had only appeared in the legend of Aslay, and together they could make up half of the history of elves. When Ren pointed at him unceremoniously and asked loudly, what is he? He was so angry that his whole body started to tremble when he picked up the stuff.

Fortunately, Lilith showed up in time?

Beautiful and divine, an elf of otherworldly grace stood in the new sunlight, invisible winds swirling around her and flapping her pale green robes. Elves involved in the arts shed tears when they see her face because they know they will never be able to capture such a beautiful scene. Her eyes are full of kindness and wisdom, her body sparkles with inner light like captured moonlight, and her arms reach forward, trailing glittering stardust.

It's a very bad character, but Darkus is already numb. After all, this is not the first time he has seen Lilith pretending to be a ghost. If he counted correctly, this should be the fifth time he saw Lilith?

"Aldade...didn't he...Liv talk to you?"

"No."

"His father, Amadi Ironbark..."

Alanlock is very close to the Winter Dome, and one year the magical wind blew particularly violently, so violently that it awakened the demons who were frozen in the magical cave. The demons of Slaanesh swarmed into Aranlok, slaughtering all who did not succumb to their wild desires. Amadi fought back as the woodland lord of Alain Locke. His resistance was heroic but futile, his warriors fell to the sun-dappled ground and he himself became the plaything of a cruel demon.

Amadi's body couldn't bear the demon's touch, but his spirit refused to give in. In the moment of release, his soul fled deep into Athel Loren, taking root in the trunk of a dead tree. Soon after, the elf Amadi Dawnspear was reborn as the tree monster Amadi Ironbark.

When Amadi appeared in Aranlock again, he brought a large number of dryads and tree men to sweep away the evil demons in the ancient woodland. After doing all this, he continued to sleep like a dryad.

Elf-reincarnated dryads rarely recognize people they knew in previous lives. Many memories are built in their senses and are lost with the disappearance of their physical bodies. Therefore, to the Dryad, those remaining flickers and fragments are more confusing than informative. Of course, there are exceptions to everything, and Amadi is a special case. In order to ensure that he was tortured to the best of his ability, the demon of desire put a curse on him so that every detail of it could not escape his senses.

Curse is a curse, but it is also a blessing occasionally. After rebirth, Amadi retained the complete memory of his previous life. After completing all this, he no longer truly felt the trouble caused by pain. After his rebirth, he still ruled Aranlock, and he became the most unique woodland lord among the twelve realms of Athel Loren. The other woodland lords were all elves, but he was the dryad.

"Then what? Should I cry? Sympathy? Isn't this just food? Is a lord's responsibility only to lead warriors to resist foreign enemies? Is the threshold for becoming a lord here so low? Just like the humans outside the forest? Just like Like the big fool just now? If that's the case, I need to evaluate this place carefully," Darkus said in a sinister tone while pouring wine for Drusala. He knew that Lilith wanted him to feel sympathy and pity, and not to be too entangled in what just happened, but why should he follow Lilith's path?

"You..." Lilith was choked by Darkus's barrage of cannons.

"What am I? By the way, does Amadi's matter have anything to do with Liv? Let me guess? Liv saw the fact that he turned into a tree spirit, but did not see the process? Or in the process, Liv Did F give him wrong guidance? Otherwise, why was Aldade so hostile to Liv? And Indra? Tyrandor? Seonlan? Arida? Are all the forest lords here like Aldade?

"Darkus! You can't do this every time!"

"Is there any problem? I'm a little aggressive? Is there any?" Darkus said while looking at Drusala with an innocent expression. At this time, the role of Drusala's presence was reflected, and Drusala pretended After thinking about it, he shook his head and laughed and continued, "Look, no! Do you know why the relationship between me and her is very good? Because we both know what we don't like! We respect each other and watch each other. So, let’s get down to the practical stuff, ma’am, does Finubar’s prophecy concern you?”

"No, you should ask Marcelan this question, not me." Lilith put her hands on the table, held her forehead and sighed.

Darkus knew many things about Fenubar, such as the prophecies. Although he could not explain why, Fenubal could see it.

Finubar can tell whether an elf is a descendant of Aenarion and how powerful the bloodline is. He said that this is a talent of being the Phoenix King and the result of being touched by Asuryan's fire. Asuryan is willing to offer him Convey knowledge. Yet even before becoming the Phoenix King, when he was a captain, he could tell if there was a storm ahead, or if the wind was about to change suddenly. In the later stage, he was so mad that he even locked himself up and sought prophecies and revelations. The result...

Darkus shrugged, knowing that Lilith was making a pun. If Lilith didn't deceive him, it meant that Asurayan, who was watching everything, was making corrections to get things back on track and meet the fate he deserved. After all, Finubar didn't see anything at the last moment. When he was a sailor, it may be related to Marcelan. For example, Finubar became Marcelan's candidate, or it was Finubar's talent or intuition as a captain.

"Madam, what do you need?" After thinking for a moment, Darkus picked up the cup on the table and took a sip. It felt good, with a light fruity and sweet taste. After tasting it, he said with a serious expression The tone asked. This time was different from the past, it was time for him and Lilith to have a serious talk.

"Me?" After Lilith asked, she stared at Darkus. She kept staring, as if she was piercing Darkus' soul with her eyes, and seemed to be foreshadowing something. After a moment, she slowly said , "Darkus, can I call you that? You know what I need, but the problem now is, I don't know what you need. Your behavior confuses me, and many times I don't know what you are doing , what is the purpose, you are included in all the predictions I have seen, but these predictions are all broken and distorted, and I can’t even get the slightest bit of valid information.”

"Effective information? How ironic. We have known each other for a long time and this is the first time we have sat down and talked. I am a practical person. I do it and keep doing it. Morayig never interferes. I, let alone instruct me on what to do and what not to do, which is why I respect Him.

But you are different, you are a prophet, which is the source of the conflict between us. It's normal that you can't figure out what I do. After all, in my opinion, you are also abstract. Of course, this may be related to my dual identity? "Dakeus sighed with emotion at first, and then changed the subject, "Guest? Yes, Aldade's words inspired me, I am not a guest, I am not a guest of Athel Loren, I am not a guest of Liv, I am not a guest of Dais, I am not a guest of Elsa, I am not a guest, I am the master! them! them! The group of elves claiming to be Aslay are the guests! A group of guests who entered without the owner's permission! "

Drusala was shocked. She felt that her mood became complicated. At this moment, she realized that her previous judgments were correct, but this only exacerbated her inner confusion and uneasiness. She raised her head and glanced at Darkus, and when she saw Darkus blinking at her knowingly, she smiled in relief.

Is this important? It doesn't seem to be important, just like Darkus never cared about Drusala's Shadow Queen. As Darkus's consort, she realizes that she has to be supportive, even if she doesn't fully understand Darkus' position.

"This is the garden of the Old Ones, gardening? Yes, gardening. It seems to me that some of the tree people here are like those extra branches that need to be pruned. They are just extra. The gardener doesn't care what the extra branches are. , whether there is life or not, they are just extra branches. Otherwise, the gardener's work cannot continue. It is time to think about the meaning of life and become a philosopher.

Are those Aslay interlopers, insects that rely on living in the garden? Did they do something? Save the forest from being cut down by dwarves? Does it matter? This was the garden of the Old Ones, and they ignored internal logic to protect the garden? As far as I know, no! It's polluted, it's polluted, these insects and those branches are what the gardener needs to get rid of! They are harmful! "

"Dakeus, you are a little extreme!" (End of this chapter)

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