Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Unlike other species on the continent of Lustria, the feathered serpent is a very rare, powerful and mysterious existence among the lizardmen. They are wonderful, terrifying and awe-inspiring at the same time.

The Quetzalcoatl is a rare flying snake-like creature with an exceptionally long, serpentine body that squirms gracefully behind magnificent wings, ending in a forked tail. It has a crest of purple feathers on its spine, and its gleaming blue scales are studded with short bone spurs. Their wings are huge, at least 30 meters long from one end to the other, and can shuttle through dense jungles or soar in the air, supported by the wind they summon.

The wingtip feathers, in particular, are spectacular, ranging from deep blue to indigo to dazzling violet, indicating their affiliation with Tebok. Every ten years, they shed their skin, which is considered a powerful totem by Skinks, especially when fashioned into a cloak or banner.

Coatlats use the winds of magic to weave patterns and cast spells through the movements of their entire body, which imbues their feathers with residual magical essence. These feathers are remnants of their will and can cleanse away minor corruption, and when used, the feathers burn to ash with harmless purple fire.

A small number of couatls guard the holy sites of the Old Ones. Although they are not true lizardfolk, they are closely related to the lizardfolk. Like the lizardmen, they have the same intention to realize the ancient saint's big plan. As for what the big plan is, they don't know...

If lizardfolk are incomprehensible to hotbloods, then the existence and way of thinking of the couatl is also incomprehensible to lizardfolk. They are extremely special beings. They are mysterious and willful with high intelligence. The ancient sages endowed them with some natural prophetic ability when they created them.

Even the lizardfolk know little about the couatl; the skink believe the couatl to be a messenger of Tepok, and venerate it with prayers and offerings. Although I don’t understand it, there are many exaggerated legends about feathered serpents in lizardmen society, and there are some real elements in them. For example, they can control the winds of Aegir, Hexi and Jiren, and even the winds of Shaxu. They can use their abilities to Watch into the distant past and future, looking for threats to their territory.

The feathered serpents who are proficient in the winds of magic are lonely. They are bound by the Holy Land of the Old Ones, so that they cannot experience roaming far away. They remain distant from the lizardfolk's temple cities and have limited contact with the lizardfolk, retaining their independence and appearing only when needed. They use magic to control the animals and plants in the jungle, causing them to attack intruders.

The couatl considers the lizardfolk equal allies, not vassals. Sometimes they fly to temple cities to communicate with awakened Slann priests or Skink priests, but only to share information that would be beneficial to both parties. They like to hide in the tops of trees and watch the creatures passing by. They will communicate with any creature that approaches their territory, and will issue warnings or inquiries if there is no obvious threat.

The Quetzalcoatl's worldview cannot be explained by existences other than itself and the Slann Demon Priest. They usually communicate through telepathy like the Slann Demon Priest, implanting concepts and concepts into each other's minds. More importantly, they can identify those who may corrupt the world, and have a natural aversion and sensitivity to anything related to Deha or contaminated by Chaos. Kukulkan usually falls into a deep sleep. When he wakes up, Never interact with Druchi sorceresses who use Dehar.

Darkus was not surprised at all that Kukulkan could come in. On the contrary, it was strange that he could not come in. Likewise, he was not surprised that Kukulkan could see unusual things. Although Kukulkan is like a pet now, when he returns to the continent of Lustria, he will be a sacred existence, and his appearance in the temple city will be a tourist attraction and a landmark building.

"You can't go!" Darkus immediately warned Kukulkan. The feathered serpent was still in its infancy and was too weak. Uncontrollable things would inevitably happen if he rashly pursued him in an unfamiliar place. He was worried that Kukulkan would just rush over to him, but fortunately the characteristics of the feathered serpent were there, and Kukulkan was not so reckless. After seeing Kukulkan hesitate for a moment and nod to him, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "Come back later, when you have completely entered the mature stage."

"Didn't you notice?" After comforting Kukulkan, Darkus asked the three spirits around him.

"Darkness began long, long ago."

"You showed up long before you showed up in this forest."

"We're always looking for traces of darkness."

As the words resounded, Darkus nodded. With Athel Loren placed here, it was impossible for Chaos not to notice that there was darkness lurking, and it became natural. He had had a strange feeling of being spied on when he entered Athel Loren earlier, and if nothing unexpected happened, it was this cunning darkness.

If you search deliberately, you will definitely not find it. Otherwise, these spirits living in the other world would have found them long ago, and it would be his turn to do something. He didn't want to cause trouble now. After all, the size of the forest was here, and after all, Athel Loren's deadline was still five hundred years away. Unless, as he said, he allowed the feathered serpents with the ability to see into darkness to come in and launch a dragnet search, calling in all the few feathered serpents in the Lustria continent and the Southland jungle.

Fluctuations occurred around him, and the air and the scene behind him were constantly distorted. Darkus felt a powerful force surging around him, as if the entire forest was breathing and trembling. His vision became blurred, and the scene in front of him continued to twist and rotate. Suddenly, as the twisting and twisting ended, a low sound came from the distance, like the trees whispering, or the earth sighing.

Darkus turned around and saw a huge ancient tree moving slowly. The trunk was flashing with veinless carvings. The leaves were like emerald green gems, emitting a faint light in the breeze.

This is not an ordinary tree, but an ancient spirit.

Jing Li's body is tall and majestic, the bark is like thick armor, and the branches are like strong arms, swaying gently as it moves. Its face emerges from the tree trunk, and its eyes are like deep green lakes, revealing endless wisdom and vicissitudes of time.

"Every leaf and every inch of land here carries the memories and secrets of the ancient saints. I am Turlok... I welcome your return." Jing Li's deep voice sounded like thunder.

The essence that can turn into an ancient tree man is indeed unique. Darkus felt that Turlock's majesty and power were stronger than the three essences around him. Just when he was about to say something, the surroundings once again A fluctuation occurred.

The remaining three members of the Ancestral Council of Elders appeared one after another as if they were teleported, and they emitted different lights. Durendo is like a ball of bright green light, surrounded by lush vines and flowers. Its eyes are as deep as the endless forest, and its sighs are like the breeze blowing through the leaves, carrying ancient wisdom and love.

The second is Talernik, whose essence is like a blazing flame, surrounded by scorching flames and flying sparks. Its eyes were like fire, and its voice was like thunder.

The last one is Dillandra, which is like a ball of icy blue light, surrounded by cold ice crystals and clear dew. Its eyes are like frozen lakes, and its voice is like the cold wind in winter, with calmness and thoughtfulness.

“The balance of nature is key, and restoring the glory of the forest requires dancing in harmony with nature.”

"Your arrival means new hope, and the forest needs your help."

"I see the purity and determination in your heart, and we will follow your lead."

"I feel extremely honored. I will do my best to help this forest restore its former glory." Darkus made a promise while accepting the allegiance of the members of the Ancestral Elders Council.

The surrounding air fluctuated violently again, the earth shook slightly, and the trees and shrubs seemed to be responding to a powerful presence. A figure more powerful than the four members of the Ancestral Council slowly appeared.

Dursu, the heart of the oak tree, looks like a moving mountain peak, and the tree crown is like a huge green cloud covering the sky and the sun. But unlike what was seen in Athel Loren, its eyes were like deep emeralds, and the anger and loss were replaced by the light of wisdom and power. Its appearance silenced the entire forest, exuding an ancient and sacred aura that seemed to connect the earth and the sky.

"An ancient holy land." After Dursu nodded to Darkus, the branches slowly stretched out like arms, touching Darkus' shoulders. When Darkus appeared on its shoulder, it slowly raised a branch and pointed to the depths of the forest. Its voice was like the whisper of the earth, deep and powerful, echoing throughout the forest.

"Let's go." Even though Darkus didn't see any holy land, he still responded.

Durthu and the members of the Council of the Ancients began to move as if they were walking on Athel Loren, the earth shaking with every step, and the entire forest responded to their movements. Darkus stood on Dursu's shoulders, overlooking this ancient and mysterious land.

The huge tree crown is swaying in the air, and the sun shines through the gaps in the leaves, forming mottled light and shadow. Dursu's steps were steady and powerful. Every time he stepped on the ground, the earth trembled slightly. With the movement of the powerful spirit, the forest became more vibrant. Flowers bloomed wherever they passed, vines weaved a green path beneath their feet, and the air was filled with the scent of flowers and earth, making Darkus feel relaxed and happy.

Darkus noticed that where they passed, the trees seemed to become taller and the rivers became clearer. Every corner of the forest was responding to their call, as if celebrating their journey to the Holy Land. He didn't know if it was an illusion or something. Unlike moving in Athel Loren, it was more like sliding in place here. The surrounding scene was constantly changing, just like on the stage. What made him feel even more strange was that he There was no sign of other spirits appearing, and it was as if the spirits had disappeared collectively.

As he continued to slide in place, the scene ahead gradually emerged. An ancient holy land appeared in Darkos's field of vision. Towering giant trees appeared there, and various strange plants grew on the ground. With weak fluorescence. There is a clear lake in the center, with crystal clear moon stones floating on the lake, emitting a soft light.

Darkus took out the monocular on his belt and looked over. His attention was attracted by the runes covered on part of the tree trunks. These runes were very strange, and he had a feeling of déjà vu. Then he stopped looking, but put away the telescope and looked at Kukulkan standing on his shoulder. The feathered serpent seemed to know what he was asking, and a scene appeared in his mind.

Yes, if the symbols related to the ancient saint Taibok and those giant trees are correct, they are the carriers of powerful spirits like Dursu. If it is more correct, this was once the office of Taibok. The project that Taibok was responsible for was unfortunately... unfinished.

"Damn!" Darkus yelled angrily. As the spirit moved, the towering giant tree bypassed his sight, and a pyramid appeared in his field of vision.

A pyramid of the same size as the Star Pyramid stands majestically deep in the forest. The outer walls are made of huge stones and are engraved with complex runes and hieroglyphs. Every stone seems to contain ancient power, emitting a faint fluorescence, shrouding the pyramid in a mysterious light.

At the top of the pyramid is a huge stone sculpture, a feathered serpent with a coiled body, spread wings and a snake message. Its scales are finely carved and lifelike. The snake's eyes are inlaid with two sparkling gems, shining with blazing light under the inexplicable light, as if watching every creature that comes close to it. The stone sculpture is surrounded by an emerald-like halo, symbolizing the sacredness. and guard.

The steps of the pyramid are steep and wide, extending from the bottom to the top. Each step is engraved with ancient runes and totems, recording Taibok's great deeds and his blessings to this land. Strange plants grow on both sides of the stairs, vines wrap around the stones, and flowers bloom in the air, emitting a rich fragrance.

At the base of the pyramid, huge stone pillars support the massive structure. Each stone pillar is carved with the emblem of Taibok, symbolizing his sacred duty and endless power. Ancient cloth curtains are hung between the stone pillars, with various mysterious patterns painted on them, telling the history of the forest and its relationship with Taibok. of profound origins.

The entrance to the pyramid is guarded by a massive stone door inlaid with shimmering gems arranged in a complex array of runes. The spirits that Darkus was muttering about before gathered here, the white deer, the four-winged phoenix, the blind white snake, the abandoned child, the white wolf, the black hound, all kinds of animals and twisted elements, but only There was no big toad that he had seen in his dream.

Durthu and the members of the Elder Council stopped at the edge of the holy place, their eyes full of respect and solemnity.

"This is the Holy Land." Dursu turned his head and said softly.

Darkus jumped off Dursu's shoulders lightly and landed firmly. He took a deep breath, looked around, and saw the various spirits gathered here. These spirits saluted him one after another as if they saw the real king arriving.

The white deer lowered its elegant and noble head. Darkus did not ask any questions, but approached the white deer and gently stroked the smooth fur. The white deer gently touched the back of his hand with its nose. He nodded to the four-winged phoenix hovering in the air. The phoenix let out a crisp cry and its wings bloomed with brilliant light.

The abandoned child looked at Darkus with reverence and hope in his eyes. His eyes were no longer lonely and sad, but full of expectation. Darkus knelt down and met his eyes. A glimmer of light flashed in the child's eyes, as if he had found some comfort.

Although the blind white snake cannot see, it can sense the presence of Darkus. Its curled body trembles slightly, and it raises its head slightly and makes a low hissing sound to express its respect. White wolves and black hounds guarded Darkus, wagging their tails to express happiness like loyal guards. They looked at Darkus quietly, showing respect.

Standing in front of the steps, Darkus had a strange feeling. This scene was like the one in The Lion King. He looked like the old baboon? Maybe he should lift Simba up in the next second, and then the beasts all over the grassland howl with joy?

However, Darkus is not an old baboon, he is Simba, he is the owner of this great forest, and he is the real king! He nodded to the spirit looking at him, took off his hat and waved, then turned around and stepped forward firmly, towards the steps of the pyramid. Each step was taken with dignity and determination, and the runes on the stairs shimmered beneath his feet, guiding him.

When Darkus walked to the pyramid door, the gems on the stone door shone with strange light, and the complex array of runes seemed to be conveying some mysterious message. He knew that the other side of the stone door was the key to Athel Loren. He reached out his hand and gently touched the runes. Then, he took a deep breath and pushed open the stone door without hesitation.

The stone door was not opened. Perhaps for other beings, the stone door was indestructible, but for Darkus, the stone door was illusory. His hand passed through the stone door, and then his body also passed through the stone door.

Inside the pyramid, mysterious light shines all around, and the walls are covered with ancient murals, telling stories from thousands of years ago. Each mural tells the legend and history of Taebok. It’s as if Dakoos has arrived. Just like visiting a museum, he kept visiting, while Kukulkan on his shoulder kept observing the unique flow of power.

Darkos' footsteps echoed softly in the pyramid. He walked and stopped all the way as he moved deeper into the pyramid. After looking around, he understood the whole picture. The path of the ancient saint was no different from what he had thought about before. Just like the first, second, and third phases of the real estate project, this phase of Athel Loren is unfinished. Fortunately, the framework is still there, and there is still hope. It can still be moved in after repairs.

The pool in the northern city of Altdorf is essentially the same as the pool in Athel Loren. The unique area of ​​Altdorf is also a small otherworld. So... what about the Tebok Mirror Pool at the northern end of the Lustria continent? Is there another world in that pool of mirrors, and are there feathered serpents guarding it? He felt a little confused, but more of a boredom. He didn't like this feeling very much. He didn't like the second or even third visit. He needed to go to the same place repeatedly.

The pyramid is different from the ones Darkos has been to before. Apart from the passage that goes all the way inward, there are no upward or upward passages, and there are no secret rooms where artifacts are hidden. As he went deeper, he came to the central hall of the pyramid. He was surprised to find rows and rows of lizard men standing there quietly, like terracotta warriors and horses, sealed in the torrent of time.

The queue of lizard men stretched into the distance, seemingly endless. These well-equipped lizard men were arranged neatly, with serious expressions and a strong sense of oppression. They were like silent guards, guarding the secrets of the pyramid. Their scales, weapons, shields, and golden armor gleamed faintly in the light, and every detail showed exquisite craftsmanship and long history.

Time stands still here, and the thick air is filled with ancient power.

"What lizard figurines."

Darkus looked at the spectacular scene in front of him and felt like he was in a lost empire. (End of chapter)