Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Saifian traveled through the ocean of dreams. He watched the seasons come and go in the blink of an eye. The plants that were endowed with life arched out light green buds from the ground, and then twisted into a beautiful copper color as the seasons changed. Blade. He watched the cycle repeat itself, faster and faster, until the world was a blur.

Finally, just when Saifian thought he could bear it no longer, the blur turned into a point of light, and at the center of it was the face of a woman: Elsa, the mother of all. At a certain moment, he realizes that the entire forest is but a single teardrop glistening on Elsa's speckled cheek. As he strained to see clearly, he felt himself on the verge of a greater revelation, his joy disappeared, replaced by a terrible sense of guilt, and he reached out, inching closer to an explanation.

"What have I done?" The light grew brighter and the revelation faded. Saifian let out a hoarse groan, barely able to remember anything but a terrible sense of guilt, panting and filled with fear.

"Too much." A voice growled somewhere.

Sefian thought of the wild cavalry and couldn't help but shudder in his heart. The horn-shaped figure was in the shadows ahead, riding on the body of the herd. The Wild Troopers tied him to another piece of wood with thick vines, connecting him to the stag, each jolt sending an explosion of agony through his wounded body.

"How am I still alive?" Sefian gasped, looking down at his former body. In addition to vines, the Wild Riders also sewed oak leaves into his skin. The leaves had somehow been preserved, as deep and glossy as if it were still the height of summer. Now he could hardly see any torn skin, and the areas not covered by leaves were covered with birch-bark thorns, like the ornaments on the heads of wild horsemen.

Sefian stared at the Wild Riders with blood-filled eyes. The outline of the Wild Riders was reflected in a flash of light, shining from somewhere in front. When the Wild Rider proudly turned his horned head to look at him, streaks of silver moonlight blades fell on the ground.

The earth was still shaking, getting more violent, and the sight in front of Sefian made him stunned. He saw a huge old tree, walking on the earth as if it had life. The ground trembles with every step, and as the roots dance, the land and surrounding trees seem to make way for the footsteps of the old trees. This old tree is tall and ancient, with a thick trunk, covered with cracks and moss, lush palm leaves, and branches covered with all kinds of prosperous life.

Saifian, who was fixed there, could not understand this scene. He stared wide-eyed as he watched the old tree pass in front of him, and then continued to move forward into the distance. Soon, he realized that this old tree was DiLandra above the Gray Hall. He had lived there for a long time. This was the first time he saw DiLandra move, so that he didn't even notice it at first. react to.

In the distance, where Sefian could not see, Durtsu and Turlok were waiting for Dillandra to join them. Further south in the forest, Durendor is waiting to join Talernik. They will march as the second echelon to welcome their king. What Sefian didn't even know was that Arida, the lord of Tyrses, and Molanna, the lord of Modrun, did not go to the King's Grove in the south, but bypassed the location of the Wild Cavalry and followed Di. Randra moved northeast of Athel Loren.

As the old trees left, the tremors of the earth gradually weakened and tranquility returned. Saifian didn't know what was going to happen next, or how he was going to react to what he was seeing.

"Strange." Artomis, who had witnessed the whole process, roared in confusion. He realized that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it. It was winter and the forest was quiet. Why were Durthu and the members of the Elder Council moving? What was going on? What was going on that he didn't know about? More importantly, he could clearly sense Dursu's anger and disdain for them.

Sefian, who heard the roar, recognized that the roar was made by the leader of the Wild Cavalry, a being named Arthomis. Just as he was about to say something, his eyes were attracted by the light source. He realized that it was this light that pulled him out of his dream. Thinking back to his dream, he felt another wave of guilt wash over him, but as he tried to recall the reason for his shame, the dream became increasingly elusive, and he fell into unconsciousness again.

As the tree men moved away, the wild horsemen moved. After walking for an unknown amount of time, they stopped in a linden forest under a steep cliff. The bare trees stood like tall and solemn guardians around a wide pond. The water was extremely calm and so bright that it looked like a huge silver dragon hidden by a miser in the forest.

Artomis and the other wild soldiers jumped off the stag and walked towards the unconscious Sefian. When they were only a few meters away from Sefian, one of the Wild Troopers stopped and handed something to Arthomis.

Saifian woke up again and tried to see what it was, because he found that he was afraid that he would have to endure new pain.

The object was a red, misshapen ball.

"An oak apple," Safian murmured as the moonlight revealed it more clearly.

Artomis did not respond to Sefian, but walked closer, and a simple poem was sung from his mouth.

The tide ebbs and flows, drifting away.

The wasteland and the branches of trees will rot.

The flaxen hair turns to gray. Every life has a day of rebirth.

When Sefian saw Arthomis leaning over and stuffing the oak apple into the wound on his chest, another wave of pain hit him. For him, the pain no longer meant anything. The scream was just out of habit, the pleasant warmth in his chest overriding everything else, a feeling that grew stronger as Artomis stuffed the new wooden heart inside.

The wild horsemen stood beside Sephian, their wild faces full of desire, they covered Arthomis's hands with their clawed fingers covering Sephian's chest, Then chanted lowly. Soon after, at Arthomis's signal, they untied Sefian and carried him to the pond.

"We see you, my lord, now! The forest must acknowledge your birth!" said Arthomis as the Wild Riders reached the wide expanse of water.

Sefian shook his head in confusion, but his weakness prevented him from responding. He was too weak at this time, and he could do nothing but groan. Wisps of ivy were still wrapped around his shoulders and arms as Artomis gently lowered him onto the water's surface. Artomis swung the ivy across the pond to be caught by the other Wild Riders.

The sound of the horn echoed through the woods as Arthomis picked up a spiral antler from his belt and blew it, and the wild horsemen dragged Sephian through the water by the ivy.

Sefian moved passively, and when a whirlpool emerged from the pond's surface, he fell, tumbling soundlessly into the icy depths. He floated in the void for a long time without any sense of direction. He tried to keep his mouth shut, holding on to his last breath, and when he relaxed, he realized he was too cold, too cold to survive. What he felt was not pain or bitterness, but a huge disappointment. After all, he was just a victim. He blamed himself for being stupid for doubting other possibilities, and then waited for the end to come.

After a while, Sefian had a strange feeling, instead of sinking, he was rising in the water. A silver-white undulating ceiling appeared above his head, flickering with moonlight. He returned to the water, and he saw ripples of figures on the water going back and forth, those wild cavalry.

However, as Sefian came closer, he saw that the shapes were too strange to be wild horsemen. The figures were animals of some kind, some thin and agile, others large and clumsy. He caught glimpses of tawny wings, broad mottled fur, even a giant antler.

Saifian felt the warmth wash over his cold skin, and he felt alive. He kicked his legs, feeling strangely uplifted. He rushed out of the water in one breath. Without stopping to look around, he quickly crossed the pond, climbed through a clump of weeds, and stepped onto the grass. He was back in the moonlit clearing, but everything had changed.

Winter has disappeared, replaced by floating green lindens and flower-strewn meadows. Saifian was confused. Could it be that spring had arrived just after he had been in the water for a few minutes? No, he realized, when the linden flowers began to fall and cover the grass, summer had arrived. He shook his head. The summer flew by before his eyes, and the leaves began to wither and turn yellow.

"What's going on?" Sefian muttered to himself, thinking of the animal he had glimpsed underwater.

Sefian turned around and turned his gaze from the changing seasons back to the pond. When autumn turned to winter and back to spring again, the twin moons remained motionless in the sky, and a whole year passed in one night. He thought the beast he had seen underwater was still there, but when he emerged it was nothing more than a shadow floating among the tall, smooth trunks of the lime tree.

Sefian walked towards the shadow, then stopped, thinking about the fact that his body had been torn apart by the wild horsemen. He looked down and was surprised to see that his body was whole again, with barely any scars on his naked red skin, and he realized that he felt better now than ever before. But the signs of his torture remained, the oak apple embedded deep in his chest looming beneath the skin. He tapped lightly on the hard, caked ulcer and felt no pain at all.

"Maybe... I can go back to the woods? The knights have used me up. I will never return to that poor valley. Maybe I should get out of Athel Loren? Go to the human world?" Seifei An murmured to himself, feeling an excitement after suddenly thinking of his desire to be alone.

"He only serves himself and no one else. A selfish, weak guy," whispered a calm voice.

Sefian heard the voice, hissing and mocking. Startled, he turned his head and looked into the distance, trying to find who was speaking, but the shapes remained unclear as the trees rippled and creaked in the breeze. He thought he saw a deer, but when he squinted into the darkness, the figure seemed to transform into a giant boar. Other shadows were equally confusing, a pair of huge wings beating out from a long, snakelike lizard, or maybe a squatting toad?

As Sefian waddled toward the forest, he glimpsed a whole host of other creatures, eagles, wolves, and deer. However, when he tried to look closely at the details of the animals, the animals transformed into something else.

"Omens don't lie," another voice answered.

The words were high-pitched and sweet, passing through the air, catching the fallen leaves, turning them around, and then turned into snow, followed by a gentle spring rain.

Saifian followed the sound and saw a blond child who was only eight or nine years old, with golden eyes and copper-colored leaves shining in his hair. The child jumped in the moonlight, looked at him with mischievous eyes, and then disappeared, blending into the other changing shapes that filled the woods.

"The prophecy can be interpreted in many ways, Zephyr, you know, he is not, never has been." The third voice was a low and powerful hiccup, shaking the earth, giving people the impression that its owner was a The impression of a very heavy creature.

"I sense something is wrong. There is a dark cloud hanging over his future. Two kings have appeared in the forest. He is not the real king."

Turning around, Sefian was struck by a feeling of being judged and tried to identify the new speaker. For a moment, he saw a toad the size of a small mountain.

The toad's pale pink skin was like old leather, covered in hundreds of wart-like bumps, but its eyes shone with intelligence as they met Sefian's. Then it staggered back in the darkness, transformed into something slender and winged, and disappeared from Sefian's sight.

"After all the bloodshed, he's still alive."

"And he is full of the fruits of sorrow, why waste our time, Merula?"

"Those knights chose him, and we could have left now."

"It's not that simple."

Saifian felt a cool breeze ruffle his hair, and the childlike voice spoke again. He felt the breeze caress the acorn embedded in his chest, and he glimpsed the child again, floating among the branches of the lime tree.

There was another low, rumbling hiccup, but this time there were no words, just a disgruntled thunder.

"Be patient, Zephyr, we have been deceived before, this man only cares about solitude and freedom, he is not interested in the forest, Phoenix is ​​not here, or she will burn the cry baby." Hissed The quiet voice answered, but still threatening.

Sefian turned in the direction of the whispers and saw a drifting column of mist drifting towards him. The light changed, and he clearly saw a short and haggard figure covered in mist. The figure is hunched and fragile, but the face within the floating hood is unusually animated. The figure's face was mostly obscured by shadows, but he still caught a glimpse of eyes with only the whites and no pupils.

When the figure turned into steam again and disappeared in front of Sefian, he noticed that he was leaning heavily on a cane. The top of the cane is a black polished stone, and the fingers placed on it look much darker than the stone and more irregular in shape.

"Larouch is right, we can't be sure of anything, but we don't need to know a weak person. How could a man who was so easily captured be powerful enough to rule over such a dispersed population? What do you think, Satish?" Do you see his future?" The voice was strong and full of pride. The sound echoed from all sides, louder than any that had come before, followed by a clatter of hooves and a flash of white antlers.

"His heart is a storm, what do you think, Amphion?" A clear and noble voice answered.

"He is weak!" Another voice came from the branches, a weak and cruel scream.

The new voice came from a floating ball of amber light that, at first, was as insubstantial as all the other creatures, but as it spoke, it began to take shape.

Sefian glimpsed an immense bird, with four huge wings and clad in flaming feathers. After a moment, the bird met his gaze, and he narrowed his eyes. He could feel the Phoenix's eyes burning with a hatred so fierce that it took his breath away. He was filled with fear, and he wanted to turn around and leave. These existences were even more terrifying than the wild horsemen who captured him. Even he had realized that these presences were the eternal beauty of the forest.

"I can be anyone you need! What do you want me to do?" Sefian shouted, he was eager to please these existences. This is not the illusion of the Spellweavers, but a real existence, a real soul, and Ai Soloran was bound, he was so sure.

The voices of discussion suddenly fell silent, and the shadows disappeared, disappearing under the trees.

"Wait, don't leave." Sefian staggered through the woods, peering through the tree trunks and groaning.

"He hears us, and who else but the King can sense our presence?"

The clear and noble voice spoke again, and the reappearance comforted Sefian, who saw a white flash. He winced as he felt a large shape loom over him. For a moment he thought it was a tree falling because the sound echoed through the woods.

"You're talking nonsense. I often let myself appear in the forest, and I know you do too." A powerful white deer appeared in sight, getting rid of the shadow and fully revealing itself to Sefian. It was nearly two and a half meters tall, not counting its antlers that looked like a gleaming ivory crown. It turned a pair of shining amber-speckled eyes to look at Sefian.

"Until now, I haven't chosen to reveal myself, but he hears me all the same."

"My master, I don't know who you are, I..." Sefian fell to his knees, surprised by the majesty of the white deer, and he whispered.

"Don't kneel down!" The white deer interrupted Sefian with almost roaring words, with obvious disgust in its voice.

Saifian opened his mouth in surprise. He did not see Bai Lu open his mouth, but he knew that Bai Lu had spoken.

"This is inappropriate for a king!" Bai Lu continued.

"Listen to Satis, if you want to rule, you need to take the right responsibilities." The child with golden hair appeared next to the white deer, grinning at Sefian, and he chanted while walking around the woods. Made a circle.

Saifian watched the blond boy dance for a moment, trying to think of a suitable response, but then he saw another pale shape approaching. The being was smaller than a white deer, and as the being moved through the ferns he realized it was a wolf, a gray wolf that looked as calm and serene as a block of ice.

"The forest needs a king, not another arrogant noble. Can you control the real power? Are you a hunter?" The gray wolf stopped five meters away from Sefian and said, baring its teeth and making a sound A low growl.

"He is not a king! No! In other words, he is your king. He is not my king. My king has already appeared!" The sharp and mean voice sounded again, and then Phoenix flapped his wings and left.

Sefian did not hear Phoenix's voice, which repulsed him, and he only saw dozens of creatures now pouring out of the woods, no longer trying to hide themselves. Some were animals he could recognize, deer, wolves, bears, otters, and eagles, but there were others that were stranger, ones he couldn't put into words.

"Are you a hunter?" the animals said in a voice that was like the echo of Athel Loren.

"I'll do anything, anything!" Sefian replied with an eager nod, panting even though he wasn't sure what the animals were asking but he wanted desperately to please them.

He heard the doubt that lingered in many voices as the animals formed a circle to herd Sefian back into the pond, some of them turning away. It pained him, a pain far greater than any he had endured at the hands of the Rough Riders, a pain of pride and soul. He fell heavily into the water, and he felt the water plants pulling at his calves. Just as he was sinking, the white deer appeared.

"You must be strong. If you are Orion, you must be fearless! Otherwise, what awaits you will be..." The white deer lowered his head and said. When Saifian sank underwater, it looked at Saifei with calm eyes. Ann's face.

(The preparation is complete, ready to run away.) (End of this chapter)