Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Darkius passed through darkness and entered the Winter Dome, a network of frozen caves, but the activated Vizar provided light. He walked in the caves, and strange ripples arched above his head, but he ignored them and continued walking.

Of course, the cave was not completely dark. After he walked for a while, a beam of light leaked into the cave from the cracks above his head. These rays were refracted by the minerals in the rocks. The light cast a glittering shape on his face, constantly changing and distorting his expression. He did not feel tired. He seemed to have come to another space. The length of the cave was almost infinite.

As he went deeper, the cold air became thinner and weaker, and every broken breath made his chest ache. He panted for a few minutes leaning on the sword, and the cold penetrated his skin like poison, taking away his vitality. This situation should not have happened, but it did. He attributed it to corrosion and mental erosion.

Panting, he looked around. The cave in front of him was no longer one-way, but began to extend in all directions. Some were tall and magnificent passages dotted with glittering stalactites and stalagmites, while others were so narrow that he couldn't enter them at all. Every surface was shining, either ice or crystals, and as he looked around, his breath condensed into a thick mist, making the cave seem even more mysterious.

For a moment, he even heard a distant response, but the sound quickly disappeared, and he was not sure if it was real or just an echo. He took out the compass on his walking belt and looked at it. The compass was useless in such a strange place. The needle that was supposed to point to the north was spinning disorderly. After admiring it for a moment, he put away the compass and walked straight ahead.

Soon, he lost the concept of time. The cave was intricate and endless, and the passages often took him back to where he had already been. He stopped from time to time to feel for movement nearby, but every time he looked over, there was nothing, perhaps the cave walls were moving slightly, like water rippling over rocks.

After a long time, he found a route he had not explored before, a passage that was brighter than all the previous passages. He walked slowly along the passage, and when he entered the passage, he was dazzled by the strong light and stopped. When he regained his senses, he realized that the far end of the cave seemed to lead to the outside world? But it seemed not to?

Even if it was, he was not going to go out. His mission was to find something, not to explain that the Winter Dome was an empty, dull cave with nothing of value except a few glittering rocks in order to save face. As the oppressive atmosphere of the cave pressed on him, the thought of returning to the forest became urgent. He smiled, and he seemed to understand why, and he slowly walked towards the light with the sword on his shoulder.

In a way, he was back in the forest, surrounded by a twisted oak forest, embedded in the trees under the hillside, but he did not think he was back in Athel Loren, nor did he think he had come to the other world. Just as he was about to step back on the snow, he caught something from the corner of his eye. On the other side of the clearing, there were two figures hugging each other tightly. He seemed to be witnessing a tryst.

He stopped and greeted the couple, but the two figures did not respond. He looked around vigilantly and looked at the cold trees. When he was ready, he walked towards the couple. As he approached, his eyebrows raised. He seemed to have discovered something extraordinary, or something strange. With curiosity, he quickened his pace. When he arrived in front of the couple, his suspicion was confirmed.

One of the figures was Ariel. He didn't know Orlean. Orlean's face changed every year. He was not Aslai, so how could he know him? But he knew Ariel. He had been in close contact with Ariel. Ariel turned into a moth, but Ariel's face did not change.

"What are you... doing?" Dacus asked curiously, sticking his head out.

However, the couple ignored Dacus's intentions and even hugged each other and started to eat under Dacus's gaze. After eating, another figure stroked Ariel's cheek.

"Hey, hey, hey." Dacus did not howl in anger. Perhaps the other figure was the original Orlean, or of course it could be someone else? But it doesn't matter. Anyway, he is not Orlean, and this has nothing to do with him. When he finished speaking, he swung the sword and swept over.

The sword passed through the chest of the figure and cut the tree trunk behind. He drew back the sword and took a step back. He stretched out his left hand, made a gesture of "you continue", and then slowly stepped back. He no longer paid attention to this illusion, but he no longer chose to retreat to the passage, but continued to cross the woods, because the passage disappeared and the way he came was gone.

Strangely, as a Duruchi with a strange heart, he should not feel cold, and with the blessing of dragon armor and sword, the cold is still constantly weakening his strength. As he went deeper, the sky grew darker, the air grew colder, and the trees grew thicker.

He was the King of Athel Loren, but the forest was not his home, at least not now. It was a strange place, and he felt a palpable hostility creeping in the cold. As he stumbled through the frost-covered ferns, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of movement, but every time he looked, there was nothing, no response, and he chose to keep going, the snow falling heavier and the trees pressing tighter.

After walking for a while, he chose not to walk anymore, he was tired. After pushing away the snow, he sat on the fallen tree trunk. He did not light the bonfire, but started thinking.

He made a lot of mental preparations before entering, such as meeting Sharahi or other keepers again, and those messy Slaanesh demons, and then fighting a big battle, but it did not happen. Before and after he entered, the spellcasters were constantly convulsing to prevent the appearance of demons in the Winter Vault, which was known as a prison.

Strictly speaking, the Winter Vault is located at the border of Athel Loren and the Gray Mountains, in a hidden valley. The surrounding environment is different from what he saw, and it is not winter yet, unless the Winter Vault has a teleportation function and sent him to Atives, or the distant Naggaroth? But the probability is very small.

Before he came in, Narhap and Salir believed that the Winter Vault was not actually a prison, but a loophole that was being destroyed, connecting Ithil and directly to the territory of Slaanesh. So when the magic gathers, the gap will open, and the demons of Slaanesh will rush out of the Winter Vault.

He entered alone. He didn't think it was the right choice to bring a group of good players into the Winter Vault. Of course, he didn't overestimate himself. He had some cards. It was time to go back. He didn't think he would gain anything in this forest. After a moment, he stopped thinking and hummed a song. At first, the melody was ethereal and hard to hear.

"Ah! Falling like golden leaves in the wind."

"Years as countless as the branches of the trees!"

"Long years are like sweet mead that is drunk in one gulp."

As he hummed, the sound gradually turned into a low, rumbling chorus, forming a sad and beautiful melody, so that he held his breath without having to continue singing.

This was a replica of Umaq's song, led by Loik and blessed by the war dancers.

"This is an illusion!"

The trees in the forest began to widen and gradually lost their color. The trees turned into the frozen walls of the cave. He was back at the point where he started, still surrounded by ice-covered stone pillars, bathed in the iridescent glow that set off the crystals of the walls, and the illusion was dispelled.

A figure appeared in the shifting light, revealing its true form. Daxus frowned, he couldn't describe it, it was something hard to comprehend in a short time, like the walls themselves were moving towards him. After a moment, the figure straightened its back and stretched to its full height. Only then did he realize that the figure seemed to be the cave itself.

He kept backing away in shock, and as the walls and ceiling continued to collapse, a huge humanoid figure appeared. The giant stood up as the cave disintegrated and collapsed, making a loud roar like an avalanche, revealing a snow-covered sky.

Dust and rubble rained down on the dragon's armor, and he had to raise his arms to shield his face from the rocks. As the rocks subsided, he looked through the swirling dust and tried to see the thing towering before him.

A stone giant of immense size, with huge shoulders stretched out like a mountain carved into a human form, a wide protrusion on its chest, and a head that was a collapsed snowy peak. Beneath its craggy brows were a pair of dazzling blue lights that served as eyes, and its arms ended not in hands but in two massive stone hammers.

“The fire of Asuryan,” Dakwus muttered, realizing that the giant before him was of incredible size, perhaps taller than the yew tree he had seen at Tavarria House. As he stared at the giant’s jagged torso, he noticed some kind of circular pattern carved into the giant’s chest, but in the dust, he couldn’t be sure.

“There, once, there was, a vow, and the elves were forbidden.” The stone giant looked down at Dakwus, expression solemn, and spoke in a booming voice, more rock rolling down from the remaining cave wall. It turned its head, shook off the snow and soil, and slowly and laboriously formed the words.

The words were so loud that Daxus had to cover his ears with his hands, and in the process he glimpsed or sensed something on the other side of the giant's foot. There was a small valley on the other side of the giant, with a circle of beech trees in the center. Despite the unseasonable winter, the trees were still covered with bright red leaves, and it was difficult to see through the dust and snow rolled by the giant, but he could still make out some structure.

He peered through the smoke, looking at the stone on the mound in the center of the trees. The stone was smooth and pure, like the orb on Rah's staff, and he found what he was looking for: Tal Idana. He confirmed the existence of the stone tablet.

He didn't say anything, but looked up at the stone giant, who looked down at the same thing. After a moment, the stone giant bowed and stepped away. Obviously, the stone giant recognized his identity and passed the facial recognition.

After another moment, Daxus left the Winter Dome carrying Tal Idana and the stone tablet. Before leaving, the stone giant's right hand changed, no longer a fist but a hand, and the stone giant handed him a ring and a scepter.

Tal Idana was brought to the Flowing Water Palace and activated. Such an important thing is like the two balls under his crotch. He would not hand Tal Idana to the Asrai. Putting it in the Flowing Water Palace and guarding it by the lizardmen is the best choice. Besides, this thing originally belonged to the ancient saint, and he could put it wherever he wanted, and the Asrai could not find any fault.

After completing everything, he returned to the open space in Tasern, and the Senate meeting held at the beginning of autumn began.

Now he can be sure that the ring, one of the three-piece set of starlight rings, is a genuine product of the ancient saints, and it fits his finger perfectly.

The shape of the ring is simple and smooth, and the smooth metal surface of the inner ring reflects the brilliance of the outer gemstone, adding a layer of mysterious brilliance, like a wonderland where stars gather, condensing the glory of the Milky Way between the fingers. The surface is inlaid with countless twinkling stars, each of which is as bright as the stars in the night sky.

Whenever the light shines on the ring, the inside of the ring will flow with brilliance, like the Milky Way flowing between the fingers. The design inspiration of the ring setting seems to come from the spiral form of the Milky Way, and the delicate engraved lines are like star tracks in the universe.

As for what it is used for... He doesn't know, and Narhap and Salir don't know either. It seems more like a decoration? If he didn't have the Starlight Cloak and the Star Bow, he would really believe it. The problem is that after he put on the three-piece set, there was no obvious effect, such as the effect after the three-piece set was activated, the bow and arrow shot farther, and the cloak increased the stealth function. None of these seemed to be used incorrectly. Did he have to take a spaceship to outer space to find out?

In the end, he chose to wear the Starlight Ring on his finger as an ornament, as a beautiful ornament.

Now, the scepter he was playing with was wrapped in silver silk ornaments, with a glittering eagle head on the top and a fist-sized sapphire in its mouth, but the sapphire had dimmed and had obviously lost its function with the erosion of time. This scepter was made by the elves and came from the Great Invasion Era. The mark of Hoeth was engraved above the grip.

Salil told him that the user of this scepter was a Hoeth believer, a magic swordsman. Belloda told him that the user and family of this scepter were recorded, but this family disappeared after coming to Elsing Alvin in the Golden Age, as if they had never appeared, and no one knew why.

Just as he was playing with it, Liv, who was sitting next to him, gently pushed him. When he reacted, he looked in the direction of Liv's finger. (End of this chapter)