Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

"Here! It's the garden of the ancient saints, here! It's the great forest! Here! We should follow the rules of the forest." Kronia's voice echoed on the battlefield, sonorous and powerful, with irresistible majesty. She stood on the battle platform of the Triceratops, and the team of spellcasters in gorgeous robes were neatly arranged behind her, and the dust staffs in their hands flashed the light of the wind of magic.

Daxus specifically asked his sister Kronia to lead the team of spellcasters in this battle, while Serene, who had the strength of a demigod, was placed behind the team of spellcasters as the so-called reserve team. It's better to say it's a supervisory team than a reserve team, because the composition of the spellcaster team is so complicated? Besides, as a descendant of the Hell Disaster Family, it is inevitable that Kronia will lead the team of spellcasters in the future.

Although he spent a short time with Serene, he trusted Serene, because they had the same position. They should be united and give birth to a child, and then this child will lead a group of elves to become Idonis, that is, the sea elves of the next era, singing in the deep sea like SpongeBob...

He has lived in this world for long enough, and he knows too well the supernatural power of magic. The Earthshattering Star that Narhap showed him has been deeply engraved in his memory.

Drusara? She is not in the caster team. She serves as a tactical fulcrum to welcome the next battle. This is also her fifth transformation.

Kolonia's sharp eyes swept the entire battlefield. As the chanting sounded, a strong magical energy began to permeate the air, as if the whole forest was responding to her call. The surrounding trees began to sway gently, and the leaves made a slight rustling sound. When the magic wind blew through Athel Loren, it was so dense and sweet. When she greedily gathered magic power, the magic wind fluctuated.

Behind her, the Celestial Hurricane Instrument began to operate. The ancient and mysterious instrument flashed with strange light, and complex runes emerged on its surface, emitting powerful magical fluctuations. The rotation of the hurricane instrument drove the surrounding air, forming a whirlwind that extended toward the sky. As the ceremony unfolded, the sound of the hurricane instrument became louder and louder, and the thunderous sound shook every living being on the battlefield.

A huge storm gradually formed in the sky, with dark clouds and thunder and lightning, as if the power of heaven and earth gathered at this moment.

The Dust Staff was raised high by Colonia and pointed to the sky, her eyes were firm and cold. Her voice was full of power, and her spells echoed in the storm with endless majesty. Soon, her chanting turned into laughter, and the laughter turned into beautiful words. As the gathered energy continued to gather, her tone rose and fell, and when her spell reached a climax, there was a deafening explosion.

A bolt of lightning shot out of the hurricane instrument, straight into the sky, and then exploded in the air, forming a dazzling column of light.

From here and there, except for the elven spellcasters who did not come from the White Tower of Hoth, followed closely behind, their staffs pointed forward, chanting complex spells in unison. Shooting out from the top of their staffs or scepters, interweaving together, forming a huge magic barrier, the energy in the barrier continued to increase, like an invisible hand pushing it forward.

The speed of the Celestial Hurricane Instrument was getting faster and faster, and the power of the storm was getting stronger and stronger.

"Aisha hasn't responded to you for a long time?" Just as Ariel was about to counter this huge energy, Salir appeared and said calmly to Ariel who was holding up the Light Elm Staff.

Ariel first looked at Salir who suddenly appeared in surprise. Salir's clothes and demeanor evoked her memories from a long time ago, when she was still Asur. When she heard the name Aisha, the Light Elm Staff that she slowly raised stopped, and the light in her eyes flickered. Salir's appearance was like a cold wind, which quickly swept through her heart. Her arms trembled slightly, and the light on the staff also weakened for a moment.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Ariel suppressed the doubts in his heart, with a hint of tension and uneasiness in his voice.

"Ariel, your era has ended. Accept your fate. The Old Saints are back, and they want to take back what originally belonged to them." Sarir did not answer directly. He just stood there quietly, his eyes calm and firm, as if he could see through Ariel's heart. Then, his words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Ariel's heart.

"What are you talking about? The forest has always been on our side. The Old Saints have long gone. We are the guardians of this land." A trace of astonishment and pain flashed in Ariel's eyes, but she quickly suppressed it. She took a deep breath and tried to gather strength again. However, Sarir's words were like an invisible barrier, blocking her and her magic.

Sarir shook his head slightly, with a trace of pity and determination in his eyes. He stretched out his hand and gently pressed on Ariel's light elm staff. The action was gentle and firm, but it made Ariel unable to continue casting spells.

"Perhaps that was the case before, but what you said is outdated now. See those forest spirits? See those two dragon lizards? The forest is no longer on your side, Ariel. The power of the Old Ones is reviving, and his will will dominate this land once again." Salir's words were full of unquestionable power.

"I...I...will not give up. I will not let the Old Saints take our home away." Ariel felt powerless. She felt that her connection with the forest was gradually weakening, and the deep resonance was dissipating. Her hands trembled slightly, and the light on the Light Elm Staff completely dimmed. There was a trace of sadness and determination in her voice, but more of helplessness and helplessness.

"This is not something you can decide, Ariel. Fate has made a choice, and the Old Saints will rule this forest again. Your struggle will only bring more pain and destruction." Salir sighed, his hand still on Ariel's staff, his voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a judgment of fate.

Ariel's heart was filled with complex emotions. She knew that Salir was telling the truth, but she still couldn't accept this cruel reality. Her hands fell weakly, and the Light Elm Staff fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The Light Elm Staff, this is a long, twisted and bumpy staff made of rare and magical witch elm wood. As the tree grows, it draws magic from the ground and stores it in its wood. Any staff cut from this tree may contain centuries of magic.

The only way to unlock the magic in the wood is to cut a staff from the tree and inscribe a spell on it, then use the power of the staff, rather than the winds of magic, to cast the spell. Only demigods or spellcasters with extraordinary skills can unlock and use this power, and when Ariel manifested as the mother goddess Aisha, she gained the ability to use the power stored in the witch elm.

The energy in the staff of the light elm will never be exhausted in battle, but now, this staff of great significance fell to the ground.

"I..." Ariel's voice choked, tears welled up in her eyes, and her heart was filled with sadness and despair.

"Ariel, accept all this. The will of the ancients cannot be violated. The forest will return to its ancient appearance again, and the world will also change. Your mission here is completed, and it is time to let go."

Sariel gently patted Ariel's shoulder, his voice gentle but firm. He knew how difficult it was for Ariel, but it was inevitable.

A new fate and reincarnation began, and the old needed to be replaced.

Sariel could feel the darkness in Ariel's soul, and Morathi planted a secret seed in Ariel's heart. Adanhu sacrificed himself to heal Ariel, but Adanhu did not really heal Ariel. The seeds of darkness have been a part of Ariel for all the following seasons, sleeping and waiting to be summoned. When needed, the shell of magic will crack, and the seeds of evil will take root and sprout again.

In the end, the cruel words still did not emerge from Sariel's mouth. Now, it is cruel enough. The view here is very good, and it will be more cruel next. And the reason why he appeared here is to prevent things from becoming uncontrollable. He has the strength and the obligation. When necessary, he will...

The dust staff flashed with unspeakable light. With the actions of Colonia, the light drew a beautiful trajectory in the air. Her power reached its peak at this moment under various blessings.

A huge explosion resounded through the sky, shocking every living being present. However, there was no thunder and lightning, nor lightning bolts. It was not the August rainstorm of the advanced system, nor was it a thunderstorm of the heavenly level.

Under the guidance of Narhap, Colonia was no longer the same as before. She had a deeper understanding of the use of the Celestial Hurricane Instrument. She learned more in a short period of time through the telepathy transmitted to her by Narhap. The dark clouds and thunder gathered by the hurricane instrument were just appearances. These natural phenomena contained the Wind of Aegir. Now, just like when she was in the Golden Pool, she converted the Wind of Aegir and other magical winds around her into Kuish, but it was different from when she was in the Golden Pool. This time it was larger and purer.

A turquoise halo appeared under her feet, slowly rotating around the open space and slowly expanding. A halo appeared in the sky, emitting a faint fluorescence, resonating with the earth and the sky.

Then, a larger circle formed above the first halo. The halos seemed to have their own life, and began to dance in the air, gradually penetrating the rules of physics and becoming indistinguishable from the real and the fake. These halos continued to increase, one after another, each one larger and brighter than the previous one. They crisscrossed and rotated in the air, intertwined up and down, connected the sky and the earth, and shuttled left and right, forming a dazzling picture. The speed of the halos was getting faster and faster, and the color gradually changed from turquoise to golden green, and finally turned into a dazzling brilliance.

The Asrai elves had already lined up and faced the upcoming battle. However, when Drusara exerted the shocking magic power, their eyes widened, and fear and surprise appeared on their faces. The turquoise halos rotated in the open space, and the power that penetrated the rules of physics froze their bodies in place. They tried to break free, but found that they could not move, and the power of magic bound them firmly in place.

The Asrai archers standing in the front row had raised their bows and arrows, the arrows were on the strings, and the bows were extended, but they could not make the next move. Their faces turned pale and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads. They felt an unprecedented fear, a power beyond their understanding and resistance. Their heartbeats accelerated and helplessness and despair flashed in their eyes.

After seeing this power, the Asur elf wizards present quickly began to discuss in a low voice. This power was familiar and strange to them, but more of it was surprising. It was different from what they had imagined before... They could clearly see that the spellcaster standing on the triceratops was Duruchi. They didn't understand why a Duruchi could release such pure Kush, an energy that was so pure that it was very difficult for the high-level wizards of the White Tower of Hoth to cast.

The more knowledgeable you are, the more you know the difficulty inside. This energy is not only powerful, but also more complicated than the rough Deha. It requires a deep understanding of Kush and incomparable concentration.

"Step into the brocade of fate, change the flow of time, the time of disorder." Belodar looked around and said calmly.

When the rotation speed of the halo reached the limit, time seemed to be frozen, and this moment became eternal. Suddenly, these halos burst out suddenly, shining brightly, instantly illuminating the entire open space, and all the halos merged into a dazzling beam of light in the air, rushing straight into the sky, penetrating the boundary between heaven and earth.

Every corner of the battlefield was filled with the glory of Kushi, and Kushi's power swept the earth.

After a moment, the beam of light disappeared, and the halo gradually dissipated, as if it had never appeared. The clearing returned to tranquility, but the air was still filled with the afterglow of magic.

Just when the Asrai thought they could move, they couldn't move themselves, and... what frightened them even more was that Dursu seemed to move faster than before.

Dursu, the once merciful ancient tree man, had lost his kindness after experiencing countless destruction and massacres. After Dacus came to the Great Forest, it experienced a series of revelations and changes. Now it is full of passion and enthusiasm, and is full of yearning for the future of the forest. It is determined to follow the guidance of the ancient saints and become a loyal guardian of Dacus.

Under the guidance of Dacus, Dursu realized how to use its power correctly. Every step it takes is like the pulse of the earth, and every movement contains infinite power. When it rushed into the Asrai formation, the teammates who had fought side by side with it in the past looked at it in amazement, their eyes full of disbelief and fear.

This former ally has now become the most terrible enemy of the Asrai. (End of this chapter)