Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

"Govolask! A corrupted deep-sea monster. It..." Serenie responded to Dacus' question, but was interrupted rudely by Dacus before she finished introducing it.

"How to solve it?"

Serenie shook her head helplessly.

"Activate the device connected to the witchcraft spire below." Kolonia stood up and provided a solution.

Dacus glanced at his cousin. The devices his cousin mentioned were the slaughterhouse, the soul furnace and the festering blood pool. These three terms sounded bad, and in fact they were.

The slaughterhouse is where slaves are slaughtered, the soul furnace is where slaves' souls are sacrificed, and the blood pool is used to store slaves' blood. These are the three standard sets of the Black Ark. After a set of processes is completed, it is Kaishen, start! The sorceress on the witchcraft spire will activate the device to release spells, which are the legendary "Kane Whip", "Soul Rain" and "Heaven Blood Pool".

To be honest, he is double-standard. He admits it and has always admitted it. What he did in Elsin Alvin and Altdorf was just for future preparations. To put it bluntly, it would be used after being cleansed. This did not prevent him from instructing Duruchi to plunder the human population and add fuel to Duruchi's war machine.

The problem is... it takes time to activate these three sets. You have to gather people, open the refrigerator door, put the elephant in the refrigerator, and then close the refrigerator door. This back and forth takes a long time, and no one knows what will happen in the process.

Moreover, what he is seeing now is what is happening on the pedestal. Maybe the tentacles have squeezed into the lower layer. According to the process, the moment the flag is raised, the hell dragons on the lower layer should be released to fight with the tentacles, but the fact is that it did not happen. He did not see any traces of the hell dragons attacking in the air.

What's more annoying is that it is unreliable. The essence of these three spells is to use Deha. After the preliminary work is completed, during the release process, these casters need to hold hands and stand in a wide circle, which is the magic circle he saw at the beginning. The convenient energy belt wanders between the casters, like a set of unreliable batteries. It's good that Indeha feels trembling and chills due to overload. The most terrifying thing is that he will wither and become a shriveled skin, which is more terrifying than what "Night Owl" Zhuoya experienced. It will kill people, and they will go crazy if they don't die.

"I can't accept it. You are all my beloved relatives, brothers and sisters. Is there any other way?" Dacus shook his head after thinking for a moment and rejected his cousin's proposal.

"Sacrifice me!" Serene stood up, ready to die.

"You drank too much just now? Are you kidding." Dacus was stimulated by this presumptuous proposal.

"There is no other way. I'm ready. We don't have much time. Every minute and every second means more sacrifices." Serene's eyes flashed with pain and determination, and her voice trembled a little. She knew Dacus's determination, but she also understood how critical the current situation was.

"No! I can't accept your proposal. There must be other ways." Dacus' eyes turned cold, and he shook his head vigorously, his voice full of determination.

Sacrificing Serene is equivalent to providing energy for the casters, and killing Gorvolask at the moment of energy replenishment. This proposal has a high success rate without considering what reaction Gorvolask would have if he killed him in this way.

But sacrificing Serene is nothing. If he tells others about it, he will not be able to get by in the future. Everything that is happening now is a trap set by Nurgle to get back his previous position. Sacrificing Serene may solve the problem, and then... maybe it will succeed, and Gorvolask will be successfully eliminated, but the problem is that Nurgle will not lose. Serene is the daughter of Maslan, who has divine power. He doesn't know whether he will win or not by using such a chess piece to fight Serene, but he knows that it is not a loss for Nurgle.

The nature of this matter is like Tzeentch instigating Skarbrand to stab Khorne with an axe behind his back. Khorne can be ridiculed for the rest of his life, and this matter will definitely be brought up and talked about repeatedly in a quarrel.

This is only about the Chaos Gods, not the entire Ithil. Matheran: Ah, I gave my daughter to you, and you did this? How will those elven gods look at him at that time? Will those elven gods who support him still support him?

In the mortal world, most of the Duruchi in this fleet believe in Matheran, but Matheran's daughter was sacrificed. How will the Duruchi look at him as the Matheran champion at that time? How will Belloda look at him?

If this matter is reported back to Naggaroth, how can he continue to serve as the Grand Commander of the Duruchi Navy? Will those admirals and captains who believe in Matheran believe in him?

If this matter is reported to the Ulthuan Sea-Opening Faction, the achievements he made in Elsin Arwen will be cut in half. You can even sacrifice the daughter of Matheran. What kind of cooperation are you talking about here? How sick must Finnubar be to listen to him again.

Having said that, I have to say that Nurgle's move is really brilliant. None of these Chaos Gods are given for nothing. The revenge comes slowly but effectively, and goes straight to his vital point. He wants to ask Tzeentch: Is it you who gave Nurgle the idea? But it should be unlikely to happen, after all, the relationship between Tzeentch and Nurgle is not that good. If Cyrenee is not sacrificed, there is a high probability that the Malevolent Temple will be dragged into the sea while trying to start the device.

Call for off-site support?

He estimated that even if Matheran came, it would be useless. This Gorvorak was just an energy black hole. No matter how much energy came, it would be sucked in. If it was not handled properly, it would explode directly due to energy overload. He did not think that the Vicious Temple could withstand this. Even if it could withstand it... this Gorvorak was of the Nurgle family. It was like a mop stained with shit. It was like Lu Bu in the world. By then, all the elves on the ship would be finished.

Let the Slann Mage Priest drain the nearby magical wind? The Eye of Typok on his chest had exploded long ago, and Narhap was left in Athel Loren. The most annoying thing was that draining it would not solve any problems. It was no different from the current situation.

Holy Soul Reef? The spells above could not effectively fight against Gorvorak, and turning into Matheran's incarnation would not solve the problem. If the defense could not be broken, it would not be broken. Open the sea water and let the red dragon kill Gorvorak? The problem is that he didn't see the red dragon really kill the tentacles. They were just tentacles, not the main body, and the transformation would consume the precious souls stored in the Holy Soul Reef.

He took out his pipe from his arms without thinking about it anymore, and motioned to Drusala, who had treated his wounds, to help light it.

"You chose to come out of Athel Loren, not to be sacrificed here. As long as I'm still here, this kind of thing will never happen." After exhaling a puff of smoke, he took a deep breath and tried to calm his mind.

It's unrealistic to move Gorvorask away. This thing is coming for him, and moving it away requires energy. Where is the energy? It still needs to be sacrificed. Even if it is moved away, it will come back. Maybe the device will be ready by then. The problem is the energy to move it away.

After taking two puffs, he was completely calm and put the pipe on the shelf next to him. Then he picked up the hilt of the sword hanging on the belt, and the activated Vizar lit up, emitting a pure white and somewhat ethereal light, but this light was intermittent, just like a battery running out of power.

Now the situation is very clear, Gorvorak is like an extremely hard jar, and the energy is contained in the jar...

"Raise your hand if you can use Quesh." Thousands of thoughts flashed through Daquus' mind, and soon he made a decision. He would do the small one first.

As for what is the big one... Guilliman can go to the Garden of Nurgle, you have the Emperor's blessing, and I have Asuryan's blessing. Ji Kewang, I can go too, and he has been there once.

Drusala raised his hand first, and then the spellcasters present raised their hands one after another.

"Can you still teleport?"

"Dear, that's the last energy." Drusala said, pointing to the star stone that was thrown on the ground.

"Okay, you stay here and control the overflowing energy. Don't blow up the ship. I don't want to swim back to Lustria from here. I'm not Naka." Dakwus took a deep breath. He knew that this would be a difficult battle, perhaps the most dangerous adventure of his life. But he couldn't let his friends and comrades fall into greater danger. These were his beloved relatives, brothers and sisters. They had to pay extra money. After saying that, he smiled at the spellcasters present, then turned and left.

Who is Naka? The one who claimed to be able to swim back to Clarkarond from Bretonnia.

"Dear..." Drusara's voice was full of worry. Her hands trembled slightly. She wanted to grab Dakwus' arm, but she didn't dare to interrupt Dakwus' decision.

"Brother..." Another voice sounded. It was Dakwus' cousin. At this time, her eyes were full of tears.

"Dakwus..."

"My Lord..."

Dakwus didn't say what he was going to do, but the spellcasters were not stupid. From Dakwus's actions before and after. They could already guess what Dacus was going to do. For a moment, they showed all kinds of expressions, including worry, admiration, respect, and endless expectations.

Dacus stopped, turned around, and looked at his beloved companions with a firm gaze. A warm current surged in his heart. These calls made him understand that he was not alone. He represented the long history and tradition of Drukki rugby. At this moment, he was not fighting alone, he was not alone!

He was the holder of the sword. Since he picked up the sword, he had to fulfill his obligations. He who wears the crown must bear its weight. This is what he must do.

"Okay, stop being sentimental. It's like I'm going to die." Dacus smiled and tried to ease the tense atmosphere on the scene with a relaxed tone. "I'm just going to do an internal cleanup. I believe I am a qualified cleaner, the best cleaner among the elves. Then bring you some oranges. I'll be back soon, I swear."

The door at the end of the room opened a crack, and a faint light came in.

When he passed through the door, it slid shut behind him. He stood on the platform on the Witch Spire. From this height, he could overlook the entire Black Ark. He could see the damage that Gorvorak had done to the Malevolent Temple. Some of the spires were torn apart by tentacles and fell on the base. Fortunately, the spire where his equipment was located was still standing for the time being.

He looked around the battlefield and observed the fighting below. Soon he breathed a sigh of relief. The good news was that Nurgle's tactical choice was very clear, which was to consume through thousands of years of accumulation. There was no huge energy to summon the portal and release demons such as the Great Unclean One. The demons that appeared in the mortal world needed energy supply to maintain their bodies. This was equivalent to changing tactics. The appearance of demons meant that energy must appear, and then the caster could release magic.

He chose to go downstairs quickly. The Witch Spire and the Admiral Command Spire were originally connected by a bridge, but now it was broken. Now he dared not do anything fancy, such as jumping directly over or jumping from the tower to the ground. The trident also became unstable due to the lack of energy. And more importantly, he had to find Genevieve below. There was no way, because Genevieve was intolerant of Quesch. He ran down the stairs quickly, with the noise of battle and the roar of the enemy in his ears.

"What's the situation?" Dulias, who was in the melee, saw his nephew jumping down from the bottom of the stairs. He chopped down the drowned man in front of him and took his family members to meet him. After meeting Dakus, he asked anxiously, his eyes full of concern and tension.

"It's complicated, and it's hard to explain it clearly for a while. Now, we, no, it's you, you have to hold on and maintain the front line." After speaking, he waved to Genevieve, motioning Genevieve to come over. Genevieve quickly crossed the battlefield, nimbly avoiding the enemy's attacks and coming to his side.

"What about you?" After forcing the drowned man back, Maranul asked breathlessly, his eyes full of worry.

"Me? I'll deal with this monster! Hold on! You must hold on!" After saying that, he took Genevieve to the spire where his equipment was.

"Come on!"

"Hold on!"

"I'll deal with this monster!"

Daquus, who was running fast all the way, had no intention of stopping or fighting. When he met acquaintances, he kept encouraging and greeting them. Every elf's face was full of fatigue, but after hearing his words, they were full of determination. After seeing him coming, the elves took the time to greet him, as if they were inspired by his words.

"We will definitely win!" He shouted to every warrior, his voice echoing on the battlefield, but he never stopped.

Daquus and Genevieve ran to the stairs quickly, their steps firm and fast. Soon, he came to his room, kicked the door open, and entered the equipment room. He looked at the neatly arranged dragon armor, and a strong sense of mission surged in his heart. This matter should be done by him. With the help of Genevieve, he quickly put on the dragon armor, and Genevieve helped to check every detail to ensure that everything was perfect.

"Are you ready?" Genevieve looked up and asked after the inspection.

"Ready!" Daquus nodded, and then he hugged Genevieve, hugged her gently for a while, then let go and turned to go downstairs.

After going downstairs, he still did not choose to join the battle, but went straight to the Dread Knight's Mansion in the distance. His heart was full of determination and urgency, and he also knew that it would be useless for him to stay here.

The big guy was frantically wandering in the fence. The fence was full of traces of being hit and bitten, showing its uneasiness and anxiety, but there was no way. This was the Black Ark, not a temporary fence built in the wild, and it could not break the defense of the fence. Its huge body could only move continuously in a relatively small space, and it made a low and angry roar.

When Dacus came into sight, the big guy immediately stopped being restless and began to roar, his voice full of confusion and complaints, and his terrifying pupils stared at Dacus. As Dacus approached, it twitched its nose and sniffed, and then its long face seemed to come alive, with a sad expression as if you had a dog outside.

"Oh, my old friend, don't look at me like that, you really should look in the mirror and see yourself, and, am I not here?" Dacus approached the fence, reached out and stroked the big guy's head, and said gently.

The big guy let out a low roar in response to Dacus's comfort. When the door of the fence was opened, it immediately rushed out and lowered its head to accept Dacus's touch.

"We have a battle to fight, old friend." Dacus whispered.

The big guy swung his tail excitedly, as if he was ready for the upcoming battle.

"Open these fences." It was too late to put on the lizard armor. He took the saddle handed by Genevieve and quickly put it on the big guy's back. When he climbed on the big guy's back, he suddenly realized something and said to Genevieve.

After saying that, he also jumped down to help, and then the big guy turned around and hooked the horizontal bolt of the fence with his claws.

Soon, more than a dozen cold lizards without armor and saddles came to gather behind the big guy excitedly.

He glanced at Genevieve lying on the cold lizard, patted the big guy's head, and signaled to set off.

It was impossible to jump directly from the base of the black ark into the sea. Not to mention the distance between the base and the sea surface, jumping in front of Govorask was a bit like treating him as a fool. When he was on Springtwin, he looked at the distribution of the tentacles. Combined with the previous violent collision, he had reason to suspect that Gorvorsk's body was right under the Black Ark.

So... he had to go to the bottom of the Black Ark, sneak in from a place where he could quickly approach Gorvorsk's body, and quickly approach before Gorvorsk could react.

"Vezlin!" Soon, Dacus, riding on the big guy, returned to the battlefield and shouted to a figure who was fighting.

Vezlin retreated to a safe distance and saw Dacus waving at him. After seeing Dacus's gesture and the cold lizards, he understood what it meant. He quickly detoured to the downwind of the cold lizard group and approached Dacus.

Darkius shook his head at Vizilin's overly cautiousness. Vizilin was a member of the Hell's Disaster family and his uncle's deputy. According to seniority, he should call him uncle. At the same time, he also understood his uncle's caution. It would be fatal to approach the cold lizards without applying potions.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you know the passage leading to the sea under the Ark?"

"Yes! But..." Vizilin said hesitantly, pointing at the restless group of cold lizards.

"It's okay, come here! You ride that one!" Darkius pointed at the venomous one and said. In his opinion, among these cold lizards, except for the big guy, the venomous one was a little smarter, but that was it... After giving the order, he pointed to the elves he knew nearby, "Asperen! Kerillian!..."

A temporary team was formed. Under the leadership of Vizilin, the team ran quickly in the opposite direction of the battle. (End of this chapter)