Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

In the deepest reaches of Athel Loren, in a clearing sacred to both forests and elves, a mighty oak tree trembles as it reaches the sky, its ancient surface withered with age. Its roots extend deep into the world, and the blooming yellow evening primrose grows thickly as the ceremony proceeds, its twisted roots and green grass swaying in the breeze.

Darkus felt the other side of Athel Loren at close range, which was ancient and powerful. It was reflected in the incredible growth and spread of the age oak. In his opinion, it was more like a mountain made of roots and branches, and not Being completely rooted in the physical world is not the way this world should exist at all. The roots of the era oak tree are unfathomable, the tall branches stretch out to the sky, and the trunk is the world, in which oceans, mountains and deserts are entwined with each other in an endless dance of life and death.

The festive rituals were over, the music was hushed, and the nobles and ladies lay exhausted on the open ground. The sun was sinking behind them, framed by silhouettes of tree branches and a vivid turquoise dusk. At Ariel's feet a devout crowd of supplicants still flattered her. However, none of that happened, not this time like in the past.

All of this changed with the arrival of Darkus.

Sweet resin flows from the cracks of the oak trees, and strong deer hooves thunder in the air, as if an ancient, terrible and primitive force is awakening from its slumber and permeating the forest again.

Accompanied by the barking of hounds and the screams of birds, the sound of hunting horns sounded again. The ground in front of the fog was full of life, with buds of plants and flowers emerging from the ground, and unpredictable green light appeared, like a group of Jumping thorn girl. Then the creatures of the forest threw off the cloaks of mist that obscured them, revealing themselves in all their terrible glory.

Darkus could feel the shock deep in his soul, but he did not tremble due to its power. His constantly boiling blood reminded him that he was the hunter's prey, which was not a good thing.

Plans often fail to keep up with changes, but this does not mean that there is no need to plan, planning still needs to be done. He originally wanted to simply attend a ceremony to take a look, highlight his achievements, and then have a cordial meeting with Finubar under the Oak of Ages, with the Asrais watching, and the whole chatting with the heroes...

As a result... things have evolved to this point. He is not stupid, he has never thought of it. He knew what was going to happen next, and he was already prepared. There was no room for two tigers in one mountain. He didn't have a good impression of the ill-fated duo who ruled Athel Loren. Since that was the case, so be it.

Packs of hounds swarmed through the woods, weaving in and out of branches and roots, swarming among sharp thorns and vicious screams. Flocks of crows, representing Morayog, circled in the sky, while a thunder and a flash of lightning pierced the sky.

The terrifying, merciless sound of the hunting horn sounded again, and when Darkus saw the huge horn player emerging from the fog, he felt a primal anger enveloped him, and the big beast beneath him Become restless.

The trumpeter is tall and strong, wearing a crown of antlers and a cloak of leaves, and clutching a fearsome multi-edged spear. Crackling energy surrounds the awe-inspiring figure, leaving no doubt that this powerful being is...

The king of the forest!

"The king looks good?" Darkus teased first, and then he stood up from the big man's back. Like a conductor of a symphony, he slowly opened his hands. He imagined a picture in his mind, and he knew that Nalhap, who was at the back, was telepathically telepathizing with him.

Just as Darkus had judged, Nalhap was indeed telepathically telepathizing with him.

When Nalhap saw the picture in Dacus' mind, he opened his hands like Dacus while sitting on Chengyu. As his arms unfolded, an invisible force emanated from him, and the master's forest began to vibrate under his inspiration.

The earth began to tremble, and the ancient oaks and pine trees began to move as if alive. The roots of the trees twisted in the soil, making a dull rumble, like a giant beast deep underground roaring. The tall trees moved slowly like giants, pulling back their massive branches as if to salute those who deserved them in the Garden of the Ancient Ones. Driven by this powerful force, the originally small open space expanded rapidly and became empty. Asrai, who was originally hidden in the forest, was exposed in the open space and had nowhere to hide.

Every creature in the forest felt the call of this power. The birds flew up in panic, hovered in the air, and screamed. The small animals on the ground fled in all directions to escape this irresistible force. Even the wind that had been silent began to howl, carrying endless energy through the forest.

"The forest will be reshaped in my hands. From today on, I am the master of this land! The owner of this garden is back!!!"

Darkus, yes, Darkus, after all, Nalhap, who is the reserve team, is too far away. Most of the existence focused their attention on him. His power was integrated with the forest, and his will was the will of the forest. His eyes shone with mysterious light, like two bright stars, and his deep and majestic voice echoed in the open space and seemed to come from the sky.

As the voice fell, a green light burst out from his body, illuminating the entire open space. The light contained infinite vitality. Wherever it went, withered flowers and plants bloomed again, and withered leaves were reborn. Under his power, the forest became more lush and vibrant.

This scene shocked the elves present. The Asrai were surprised to realize that they were facing an extremely powerful existence, which seemed to be more powerful than Ariel and Orion, a true god who could communicate with the primitive power of nature and control it.

"What is coming will always come, and a new reincarnation has begun. Now, you should make a choice." Daxus's eyes were firm, as if he had seen the coming wind, and his voice echoed in the air with inevitable determination.

After speaking, he sat back on the saddle and raised the Spicazuma Horn. The horn was ancient and mysterious. Under the blessing of Lord Mazdamuddi, the complex runes flickered with a faint light. He took a deep breath and blew the horn with all his strength. The low and long sound echoed in the forest, as if awakening the long-sleeping ancient creatures. Each note carried an irresistible force, penetrating the trees and the air, reaching the depths of the hearts of every being present.

As the horn sounded, everything in the forest seemed to be still for a moment. Then, a faint response came from afar, followed by a vibration, like a war drum beating in the distance, gradually approaching.

The Asrai who appeared in the open space felt the approaching pressure. They looked at the ancient tree people, tree spirits, tree demons approaching them in surprise, and the dragon lizards who usually hid in the depths of the forest. Their heartbeats began to accelerate, and sweat slid down their foreheads. At this moment, they seemed to realize something.

"We..." Finnubar, who had recovered from the brief shock, turned to Leandra and asked with a hint of uneasiness and confusion in his tone.

"Druchi!" Leandra's voice was low and firm, and a trace of fear flashed in her eyes. She saw the Duruchi lined up in a strict formation in the distance, and the shadow of Duruchi returned to her mind again.

The Duruchi arranged a classic formation, which was the formation they used in the battle outside Altdorf. Wearing black armor, with flags fluttering in the wind, holding spears shining with cold light, exuding a cold and ruthless atmosphere. Under the command of the big guys and the sound of the horn, the cold lizards advanced in a neat and heavy pace, like an unstoppable dark force, and every step made the earth tremble slightly, foreshadowing the coming slaughter.

Behind the cavalry were the spellcasters wearing gorgeous robes. They were arranged in a loose and tight queue, and the staffs in their hands flashed with mysterious light. This is the formation they will deploy in large-scale battles, and the air around them is filled with the wind of magic.

Next to the spellcasters were the sons of Aenil and Asuryan, wearing light armor, holding long-handled battle axes and shields, and they would charge as infantry. Each warrior was doing the final check, adjusting the tightness of the armor and ensuring the sharpness of the weapon.

Behind these warriors, the Lizardmen army was waiting silently. As the unmoving reserve of the general reserve, they were ready to join the battle that they would never join.

The tense atmosphere filled the air, and every Asrai in the open space felt the omen of the upcoming battle. The warriors talked in a low voice, checking their bows and swords, preparing to meet the upcoming enemies and the impact of this force. But the uneasiness in their hearts became stronger and stronger, mixed with unconcealable fear. They realized that the forest seemed to be standing opposite them? The spirits kept approaching with the roar and horn of the Duruchi.

"We..." Liandra's words were interrupted by the sudden appearance of a figure.

The figure seemed particularly strange and familiar to the Asurs. The Asur Archmage robe worn by the figure flickered in the sun, emitting a faint glow. The robe was embroidered with the emblem of Hoth, symbolizing wisdom and knowledge. She stood there, her figure upright, her robe fluttering gently in the wind, her every move revealed elegance and calmness, and then she took off her hood.

"Father, Finnubar, Marin, Fenrir... It's been a long time since we last met, hello." Belloda took off her hood and opened her hands to show a warm and friendly smile. At this moment, she seemed like a landlord, she was the master of Athel Loren, welcoming the Asur delegation entering Athel Loren.

"Belloda..."

Shocked, confused, and taken-for-granted expressions appeared on the faces of the Asurs, just as Belloda called out, some were her family, some were her friends, and some were her colleagues.

"Hush!" Belloda seemed to know what the Asurs were going to ask, she stretched out her finger to make a silencing gesture, and then she looked at Leandra, "You are Leandra? What should I call you? Aunt? It doesn't matter? The important thing is... what do you want to do next?"

"Why are you with Duruchi?" Leandra asked the question that troubled her.

"It's a long story, and I don't have time to explain it now. If you want to join the battle, I suggest you don't stand here. Will this become a neutral zone? Yes, a neutral zone."

"My daughter... why are you so strange?" Seraphim, who was standing in the delegation, stood up and looked at Belloda with a look of heartache and pity.

"Strange? Is it? Father, don't look at me like that, it's... strange? I'm sorry, I can't throw myself into your arms now. I am still me, things are not what you think, I didn't suffer any inhuman torture, I am very happy, I saw a lot of things that I couldn't imagine before. And along the way, my strength has increased? Yes, it has increased! If there is a chance, I will slowly share with you, now! It's not the time to reminisce." Belloda didn't hug her father, she stood there explaining, and then she looked at Liandra, "You should make a choice."

"Tell me! Why are those forest spirits standing with Duruchi?"

"Druchi? No, you are wrong, what you see is different from what you think, see the trident in his hand?" Belloda shook her head and answered, then pointed to Daquus, when the Asur followed her After looking over with the guidance of the Lord of the Abyss, she answered, "That is the Trident of the Sea given to him by Maserlan, the Lord of the Abyss. Oh~ By the way, Maserlan's daughter is also in the team. You should know her? But this is also not important. What is important is that she will stand on the side of Dacus next."

"Darkius?"

"That's impossible!"

"Yes, Dacus, Dacus Herban, he is the messenger of the Ancient Saints. This is the garden of the Ancient Saints. Now, the master is back, and that's why the forest spirits stand on his side. Do you understand? Okay, don't be impossible, make a decision, there's no time. Oh, by the way, I'll say hello to you on behalf of Asanok, he can't come now because he also stands on the side of the Ancient Saints' messengers."

"Asanok? He's still alive? He's actually alive?" Complex emotions flashed in Leandra's eyes. After hesitating for a long time, she still chose to stand there.

"Very good, it seems that you have made a choice, so let's stand here quietly and watch." After Beloda finished speaking, he turned around and looked at the open space in the distance.

"Those... spirits?" The question emerged from Finnubar's mouth. As the leader of the delegation, he had to ensure the safety of the delegation.

"My standing here represents safety." Belloda said without looking back.

The tense atmosphere of the battle still permeated the air, and the heartbeat of each elf was accelerating, as if they could hear the sound of their blood flowing. The distance between Duruchi and Asrai was getting closer and closer, and time stopped at this moment. Tension and expectation spread in the hearts of each elf.

"Why don't you let me intervene?" Alaros asked in a low voice after taking a look at the Asur delegation in the distance.

"Do you know which side you should help? Do you know which one you should help?" Lilith shook her head, and the stars in her hair sparkled in the sun.

"No, but you do."

"Of course, I know everything that will happen next."

"Then why don't you tell me?"

"The time is not right yet. It breaks my heart to hide this from you. You can't imagine what danger this will bring. Soon, I will tell you, but now you have to believe me. Don't worry, just a few minutes. Time is the most precious for any of us." Lilith turned her eyes to Ariel on the throne, and she said with some sadness.

"Warriors of the Lord of Blades! Edrezer gave me guidance! Now! If you are still believers of the Lord of Blades, then come closer to me!" Just as Alaros was talking to Lilith, "Hook Blade" Seonlan raised his arms and shouted, his voice was like thunder, echoing in every corner of the battlefield, and his call cut a gap in the tense air.

"Look, as I said, soon, they have made their choice." Lilith smiled slightly, pointing to the Eternal Guard who was forming a formation to block Duruchi.

"Fate meets at this moment! What we need is not a fight! But a witness!" Seonlan was still raising his arms and calling.

The Eternal Guards are believers of Edrezer, and Seonlan is Edrezer's chosen one. He is the most senior warrior in Athel Loren, and his call caused a commotion. The guards' hearts were full of contradictions and confusion. Their eyes wandered between Seonlan and Duruchi, and their steps were hesitant.

Some Eternal Guards had a firm light in their eyes. They did not hesitate to break away from the formation and move closer to Seonlan. They believed in Edrezer's guidance and Seonlan's call. They knew that their fate was closely linked to Seonlan's orders.

But more Eternal Guards still stood there, with confusion and entanglement on their faces. They are loyal warriors, and protecting their homes is their mission, but Edrezer's call is equally sacred. Their hands clenched their weapons and shields, and their eyes were full of struggle.

"We...what should we do?" A young Eternal Guard asked in a low voice, his voice trembling and full of confusion. His eyes wandered between his companions, looking for answers.

"We are believers of Edrezer, we should obey God's call..." An older Eternal Guard answered with a firm tone, but there was also a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

"Our duty is to protect our homeland!" Another Eternal Guard retorted, his eyes full of determination.

The two forces intertwined in the hearts of the Eternal Guards, faith and duty, sacredness and reality, reached their peak at this moment. Their hearts were full of contradictions, and every step seemed to be stepping on the blade. They had to make a choice, but this choice would have far-reaching consequences anyway.

"He's always like this." The tattooed elf standing next to Kerillian sighed, then he turned his head, looked past Kerillian, and said to Salil, "And I... am different."

After the tattooed elf finished speaking, he disappeared from Kerillian's sight. The next second, he appeared in the open space, next to Vedel. Facing Vedel's confused eyes, he smiled and nodded, and then he disappeared again. As his figure flickered, the war dancers in the open space moved as if they had received guidance.

Liv, the Twilight Sisters, Heglia, Areda, Morana and Tyrandor were no longer entangled with each other as before. They had made a choice on the way here.

Heglia and Tyrandor chose neutrality. They took their relatives to the neutral area where the Asur Mission was located. This choice was not easy. Every step was like walking on a tightrope. Their hearts were full of contradictions and confusion, and full of fear and uncertainty about the future. Their steps were slow and heavy, and every step seemed to be stepping on thorns.

Areda and Morana chose Dacus. They stood beside the caster position in the center of the formation with the Asrai caster to provide support for the next battle. Their eyes flashed with determination, but there was also a hint of worry in their hearts.

"Are we really going to participate in this battle?" Morana asked in a low voice, her voice full of uneasiness.

"This is our choice and our duty. We must believe in Dacus and support him." Areda replied. Although her tone was firm, her eyes flickered a little. She cast her eyes on Dilandra who was ready to enter the battle state in the distance.

Liv and the Twilight sisters were undoubtedly the most entangled. They saw all kinds of things along the way, which made their mood complicated. They didn't want to stand at the forefront of the battle, nor did they want to stay out of it completely, but they also knew that the current situation was irreconcilable, and every step they took was full of hesitation and contradiction.

At this moment, the tattooed elf appeared again, his figure flickered in the open space, as if guiding the direction of the battle. Every time he appeared, it brought new changes, and the movements of the war dancers became more coordinated.

"Druchi!" Dakwus' voice rang out in the open space, full of fearless determination.

"Eager to fight! We are ready!" The high-pitched voices of the druchis responded to Dakwus.

"Druchi!"

"Spear and shield!"

"Druchi!"

"Go to the slaughter!"

"Druchi!"

"Blood will flow!"

"Druchi!"

"Keep your head up!"

"Druchi!!!"

"The battle is calling!!!"

"The fate of Athel Loren is in my hands! I will not retreat! I will take back everything that belongs to me!" Dakwus' voice kept ringing in the open space, his hand tightly holding the trident, his eyes like torches, ready to meet the upcoming fight.

"Follow your orders!"

Finally, the druchi who had completed the formation stepped into the open space, and the sights of the cold lizard knights and the wild cavalry met in the air, and the sparks of battle were ignited at this moment. There were no extra words, only the sound of swords clashing and roaring war cries.

The tense atmosphere before the war has reached its peak. The distance between Duruchi and Aslai is getting closer and closer. Every second seems to be stretched, and endless anxiety and expectation are spreading.

The Aslai are still organizing their formations, with archers in front and mages in the back. The warriors form a solid defense line in the middle of the formation. The ancient tree people, tree spirits, and tree demons also began to move. Their huge bodies exude primitive power. The roar of the dragon lizards echoed in the open space, but this time they no longer fight side by side with Alais as before, acting as a fulcrum, but instead they charge at Aslai's formation in a crushing manner.

The fiercely roaring hounds and the fierce-eyed wild cavalry gathered in the open space under the throne. Orlean scanned the poor army against him with a fiery gaze. The originally clear sky quickly changed from light blue to purple under the surge of the magic wind. After the thunder, an angry black cloud formed.

The horn sounded again, long and low, with endless majesty and murderous aura, the Duruchi began to move slowly. Cavalry, infantry, spellcasters, lizardmen, each acted in the predetermined order.

The footsteps of the cold lizards were like thunder, leaving deep marks on the earth. The eyes of the warriors of Edreze became more and more determined. Their hearts were full of desire for victory and pursuit of glory. They were warriors and warriors. They knew that the next battle would be a life-and-death contest.

"I will win!" Orian did not join the Wild Knights at the first time. He knelt beside Ariel and stroked the queen's cheek with his fingers. His voice rumbled, low but loud.

"We should talk to them. There must be some misunderstanding..."

"No! They are traitors, beasts, and outsiders. They should kneel down and repent!" Orian stood up and rejected Ariel, and then he raised the Wild Hunt Horn.

The horn sounded again throughout the forest, and other horns began to echo. Even the calmest Eternal Guards felt their blood boiling. All the elves joined the battle, except for the neutral area centered on the Asur Mission. (End of this chapter)