Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

"Hold my hand." Serene whispered as her head was about to sink into the pool.

"Is it so exciting?" Darkus teased softly, but still stretched out his hand, because he knew that entering the other world of Athel Loren required some skills, and he mainly wanted to listen to advice.

"Don't worry." After holding the hand that Darkus handed over, Sereni comforted.

Darkos's expression became strange. He was worried. Sereni was an upright and genuine daughter of Marcelan. This was something he could feel firsthand as the chosen one of Marcelan. Among these elven gods, Marcelan has the top three relationship with him. He is a gift of equipment and a daughter. Although Marcelan has his own needs, a gentleman should judge his deeds regardless of his heart. Both parties are mutually beneficial and win-win.

If it were a Druchi whom Darkus didn't know, then there would be a question mark in his heart. At this time, he would have to pay attention to the etiquette of the three swords, and hold hands? But having said that, there is nothing wrong with what Sereni said. The environment and the things she is about to experience are within the scope of this sentence. Entering the other world through the Dragon Dance ritual is completely different from the current way.

The elves' eyes are not blind. Even though Darkus' body was submerged into the pool, his movements were still captured by the elves on the shore. After all, the pond is just a pond, only as big as a palm. The elves present, regardless of whether they were Druch or Enil, turned their heads one after another, showing a look of ecstasy. Their expressions were particularly funny, and one eye looked at Darkus and Dax who had not yet disappeared. Serene, one eye trying to catch Drusala's expression.

"I believe him." Drusala felt no pressure at all from the gaze. She quietly watched her lover disappear into the pond. After Darkus' figure completely disappeared, she said lightly. .

There was definitely pressure. While walking, Drusala heard some words chatting between Sereni and Belloda. Sereni was first born in the Kingdom of Yris. In her view, from a political and religious perspective, the combination of Darkus and Sereni is a true alliance of powerful forces. Darkus is Marcelan's divine choice, and Sereni is Marcelan's. Daughter, if we unite, it will be suppressive to the navy of Druch and Asul.

As for her, Drusala has always been entangled in this aspect. She and Darkus are in a political marriage, and her initial position was as a pawn placed by Morathi next to Darkus, the rising star of Nagaros. She could feel the scrutiny the Witch King and the Hellscourge family mother had towards her, but she finally broke away from Morathi's control and fell into the arms of Darkus.

Drusala still believed in Darkus. After all, she met Marist when she was at Lauren Loren, and she could feel the attitude between Darkus and Marist. The problem is that Marist has the blood of Aenarion and is a branch of the Witch King. This may be part of the reason why Darkos is afraid?

But that doesn't mean...

Assati's influence in Druchi is just that. The important thing is Hecate. The problem is that both Morathi and Anasara are related to Hecate, and they are in the first echelon. This one alone In the team, Alyssa, Colonia, and she are all connected to Hecate.

Past experiences kept appearing in Drusala's mind, and she thought of the unpleasant times and tribulations she had spent in the Tower of Prophecy. Perhaps she should do something after returning to Naggaroth... She felt My mind is a little messed up and I want to increase my political background? She could truly feel that her lover excluded Grond and Hal Gonthy from political decisions involving Naggaroth.

Morathi!

The Witch Queen that Drusala once served, from now on...

"Although we have some academic differences, this does not prevent me from supporting you as his cousin."

"When the market opens, let's bet on how long it will take for him to return." Maranur, who was standing aside, turned to look at his sister and changed the subject. In his opinion, his brother's marriage was a taboo topic.

"Before night." Hegeria picked up the two sleeping weasels, took off the Aslay-style jewelry hanging on her chest, and said in a firm tone.

"It can't be like this. What if I bet before the day after tomorrow? Be more specific!" Kewell retorted. As he spoke, he looked at the two weasels held on Heglia's chest. He seemed to have discovered the problem. .

For humans who mistakenly enter the other world of Athel Loren, there is no normal distinction between that world and Athel Loren, but this is not the case for Darkus. Just like it had that day after drinking, his world exploded into a golden glow, light and color filling his senses. Brilliant light filled the air, colorful smoke clouds rose up, and the flame in the center glowed bright blue.

Darkus' normality gradually weakened, and then he saw the golden branch of life, and the pulsating yellow light of life roared around his body. Swirls of sparks and light followed him, and embers fell around him, swirling in a golden web. He couldn't hear any noise, and just like last time, he felt like he had fallen into a vertical tunnel, spinning and tumbling in a colorful whirlpool.

When his vision returned to normal, Darkus, who returned to the pond, was attracted by the distant scene again. The forest in front of me seemed to be a fantasy land. The trees shot up into the sky like pillars of fire, and the leaves shone in the dark night, like countless miniature stars jumping in the sky.

The sap flows like a molten river through the woods and into the ground, glowing slightly. Every tree, every leaf is breathing gently, breathing in the brilliance of the stars. The tree trunks are covered with luminous moss, as if covered with a layer of soft light gauze. The breeze blows, the moss sways gently, and the light undulates like waves.

Crystal dewdrops hung between the branches, reflecting the moonlight, like countless small crystal balls, swaying and twinkling in the breeze. The flowers bloom in the night, emitting a faint fluorescent light, and the colorful petals are like elf wings, dancing in the night wind.

A soft voice sounded in the forest, like the whisper of the wind or an ancient song. Every leaf and branch is harmoniously playing a natural movement. Unfortunately, there is no chirping of birds interspersed from time to time, missing the finishing touch.

Darkus took a deep breath. He could feel the fragrance of flowers and earth filling the air. It seemed that every breath made him feel the purity and beauty of nature. This is an isolated wonderland, a beautiful country full of fantasy elements. Everything in the forest tells the mystery and magnificence of nature. Time stopped at this moment. He was deeply attracted by this beautiful scene. He resonated with the tranquility of this fantasy forest. In his opinion, this was the ancient saint's garden.

However, even in this beautiful scenery, Darkus can still feel the atmosphere of decline. Although the scene before him is so magnificent, this forest is no longer in its heyday. More importantly, he knew that Athel Loren's end was still five hundred years away. He closed his eyes and used the sight before him as an anchor, trying to imagine what this forest would have looked like in its heyday.

The trees are taller, their branches and leaves are denser, and the sky is almost completely covered, leaving only fragments of sunlight falling from the gaps between the leaves, forming golden beams of light. Each tree seems to be nurtured by pure energy, the bark shines with a faint silver light, and the crown of the tree is like a bright sea of ​​stars.

Streams and rivers are clearer and more colorful. There are countless lotus flowers and daffodils floating on the water, exuding bursts of fragrance. The grassland on both sides of the river is dotted with countless wild flowers, with bright colors and overflowing fragrance.

The forest air is full of life, the songs of birds are louder, and the flapping of insect wings is like soft music in the breeze. Animals shuttle freely in the forest, and every corner seems to be full of life and vitality.

In the forest in its heyday, trees and flowers seemed to have a life and consciousness of their own, capable of silent communication. The spirits hidden in the shadows of the trees appear more active and naughty, dancing in the night and laughing like silver bells.

Thinking of this, Darkus felt a little regretful, but also full of hope. He was determined to do his part for this forest and restore it to its former glory and vitality. He believes that as long as he is around, there are infinite possibilities. This is his anchor and source of motivation.

The daze only lasted for a moment, and Darkus came to his senses before the two weasels grabbed his robe. After he lowered his head and smiled at the two weasels, he noticed something strange. The weight on his upper body lightened. Kukulkan disappeared, replaced by a colorful bird. Sereni beside him also disappeared, replaced by a seahorse wrapped in a prototype body of water?

Darkus took a closer look and breathed a sigh of relief. The male and female identification of seahorses and sea dragons is very simple, that is, male fish have abdominal pouches, that is, brood pouches, while female fish do not have abdominal pouches. The one in front of him had no abdominal pouch, and at this moment he understood again, he knew why Serene brought him in, and not anything else.

"What should I call you?" Darkus said as he squatted down and held the two Huang Taixian in his arms. After standing up, he stretched out the index finger of his right hand and tried to poke into the inside of the water body. Although there is no concept of space or time in that world, the touch of water is real. He didn't try to touch Kaiba's body, it was impolite. After feeling the touch of water, he took his hand back.

"Niseg? Serene? As you like."

"Niseg, since we are here, we will follow the rules here." Darkus was not at all confused by the voice that appeared in his head. He nodded and said, and then he asked, "So... …right now we?"

"Wait, they take time. There is no concept of time here, but there is outside."

Darkus knew that Niseg was talking about Dursu and the four members of the Ancestral Elder Council. The more powerful they were, the greater the restrictions and restrictions, just like those great demons of chaos who appeared in the mortal world. What suddenly occurred to him when he thought of this was that, from a certain perspective, this place seemed to be no different from Isil? The spirit is another form of demon, transported from the otherworld to the real world, but unlike the demon who was exiled back to Isil, the spirit is really mortal.

"So, Nisege is in charge now?" Is there something wrong with the experiment? Or the first generation version? Or something else, Darkus didn't know, and he also felt that he couldn't get these things. It's better to take advantage of this time to chat, and he asked the questions in his mind.

"She... is a little shy." A silvery laughter came from Darkos's mind. He could feel that Niseg and Sereni seemed to be fighting, and then the voice echoed in his mind again, " Unlike Mauro and Mormo, her body is trapped here and cannot appear in reality. At the earliest time, I met her in the Flowing Water Palace, and my soul reflection was projected here, and I was with her. Became one, bound forever.”

In Darkus' opinion, Serene's words were indeed of high emotional intelligence. As a man who knew everything, he didn't know why there were seahorses in Athel Loren. But he knew that the seahorse was very fragile, unlike Mauro and Mormo who were looking up at him now. Not to mention those predatory fish, even the crabs that could be seen everywhere were the natural enemies of the seahorse.

This type of ancient soul essence seems to be similar to the tree soul essence. Once bound to an entity, the carrier is destroyed, and the essence will also be taken with it. So Niseg meets Sereni? It's true that the tortoise caught Mung Bean's eyes and the two became one.

"Then what are her preferences?"

"Look at the beauty!" When the silver bell-like laughter sounded in Darkus' mind again, he also laughed, and then he asked, "So, the Flowing Water Palace was built after the two of you met. There The Ha Xian?”

"Yes, yes, in addition to looking at beautiful women, she also likes to taste fine wine and delicious food. I have also been influenced by her. By the way, Liariel sometimes visits me as a guest."

Darkus shook his head speechlessly. If it were labeled, this would be the lace Jiu Mengzi. No wonder Serene and Belloda were chatting so happily when they were outside just now. The problem is Belloda...forget it, there are some things that he can't comment on now, it's not polite.

"Besides...she wants to see the outside world, but you also know me."

"Yes, there is a certain danger." Darkus thought that Sereni was right. For existences like daughters, anointed ones, and incarnations, walking in the mortal world is indeed dangerous. These beings have the origin of God, and part of God's power is what Chaos craves, and there will be absolutely no good fruits to be gained from it.

"Which of you is Mauro and who is Mormo, I'm sorry I can't tell clearly." Duan Shui, Darkus is good at it. In the other world, he talks about the things in the other world, about him and Sereni. Let’s talk about it after we go out. He couldn't leave the two weasels hanging, and the Kukulkan on his shoulder.

"I'm Mauro."

"I'm Mormo."

"I think you two are good. Then look at me. What do you think I look like?" After seeing Mauro and Mormo talking, Darkus decided to take a preemptive strike.

Then there was nothing more. Although these two weasels became spirits, it can only be said that the situation and customs were different. This is the medieval Warhammer world, not the northeast where becoming a spirit was not allowed after the founding of the country.

Mauro and Mormo didn't say anything: Are you a yellow man asking for a title? Or he told lies late at night, like someone who deserves a beating; he didn't even say anything that seemed to be related to the existence of the second dimension. The two of them were confused by Darkus' words. They looked at each other with confusion in their little eyes.

Darkus shook his head boredly. This can be regarded as an achievement, right? I asked the Weasel for a seal in the opposite direction, but it had no program effect. Then he turned his head slightly and looked at a bird that even a man as smart as himself didn't recognize.

"What's wrong?"

An image appeared in Darkus' mind, and his smile froze and became serious instantly. He squinted his eyes and looked in the direction Kukulkan was looking. He saw nothing, but that didn't mean there was nothing. (End of chapter)