Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

"I witnessed a furious beast, chained to the bone wall by bloody brass chains. Every roar it made shook the ground where I stood, and every word it spoke was filled with the wrath of war. When the demon's eyes fell on me, it roared and commanded me to release it so that it could once again bring the glory of killing back into the world.

For a moment I considered granting its request, for in that dark realm an ally would undoubtedly be extremely useful. However, I soon realized the folly of this approach. That demon has no loyalty to a creature like me at all. Its only master is anger, and killing is the only companion it recognizes. I quickly left the place and prayed that the chains would hold until I left. "——"Devil's Book"

Bloodthirsty demons are the most powerful demons under Khorne. They have many titles, such as "Lord of Skulls", "Fists of Khorne", "Blood Drinkers", "Feast Eaters", "Those Who Raise the Butcher's Knife", "The Reaper of Khorne", "The Bloodstained One" and "The Guardian of the Throne".

Not only are the bloodthirsties the deadliest of Khorne's daemon servants, they are also the most powerful of all daemons. Such a beast is a harbinger of death, possessing unspeakable destructive power and living for the sole purpose of slaughtering, destroying and destroying everything it encounters. It is the embodiment of the fury of war, the embodiment of primal rage.

The Bloodthirsty is a giant demon with scarlet skin that oozes blood. The lower body has animal legs, a fusion of goat and bull features, while the upper body is humanoid, but covered in thick, blood-stained black curls.

Two huge leather wings stretched out from its back, shaped like dragon wings. On the neck is a beast-like head with a canine face and two bull horns extending to the sides.

Those who have fought against and survived the bloodthirsty demon often remember its massive size and unbridled savagery, as if death roared and hissed under its hellish wings, blackening the sky. Their skin is covered in rough hair, while their brass armor gleams with the blood of countless victims.

A bloodthirsty demon often wields an evilly enchanted battle ax that thirsts for blood and carnage. The other hand wields a cruel barbed whip that can easily tear the victim's bones and flesh. These weapons are wielded by them with incredible strength, their muscles as hard as steel and driven by a restless rage that neither abates nor subsides.

Skarbrand was once the greatest of all Khorne demons, and endless battles under the name of the Blood God brought it countless victories. It was it that destroyed the gates of the first palace of Slaanesh and brought destruction there.

No other demon in its long existence has heaped so many heads before the Skull Throne, or shed so much blood, warrior or innocent alike. As such, it enjoyed unparalleled favor with Khorne, an honor that ultimately led to its downfall through its extreme hubris.

Skarbrand's pride is so strong that Tzeentch easily stokes its conceit. One dark day, as Khorne turned his attention elsewhere, his pride burning like fire, blinded by rage, he struck a mighty blow at the Blood God. It was immensely powerful, but even so it could not pierce Khorne's brass armor. The blood god's armor was only chipped with a tiny nick, but it was enough to spark Khorne's wrath.

Khorne was ignited with anger. He grabbed Skarbrand's throat, cursed Skarbrand's name, and pulled all personality from Skarbrand's body, leaving only the bottomless... anger. After climbing to the highest tower of the Brass Castle, He waved his arms and threw Skarbrand deeply into the realm of chaos, banishing the bloodthirsty maniac from His presence forever.

Skarbrand fell for eight days and eight nights, like a flaming comet with ominous omens streaking across the unchanging sky. The impact of the crash carved a canyon into the earth and ripped its wings apart. From then on, it began a wandering life, soaking in the blood of its slain for its sins.

The moment of betrayal driven by anger was frozen in its heart, and it had become the embodiment of anger, an unstoppable violent force. No matter where it goes, order and discipline will be replaced by chaos, and everything in its path will be immersed in endless hatred and wild savagery.

Even the most rational people are unable to resist its insane corruption. Close friends and staunch allies will kill each other unscrupulously, and the cowardly and brave will madly attack their enemies regardless of their own lives.

Now, Khorne offers Skarbrand a chance at redemption, a precious opportunity.

"first!"

Splinterwen let out a violent roar. When he was on the sea, he thought that the monster that was bigger than all the red dragons combined would be his and Darkus' first prey. As a result... Dax Keus left him and got into the monster's belly alone. This made him unable to calm down for a long time. Now, he was very sure that the red-skinned beast in front of him would be a prey for him and Darkus.

The red dragon was like a burning meteorite, swooping down with a destructive momentum. His wings flapped rapidly in the strong wind, creating a fiery storm. The blazing dragon's breath has condensed in his throat, ready to spit out flames that can melt everything.

And at this moment, Skarbrand flapped his tattered wings and soared from the ground with endless fury.

Darkius knew the nature of the beast. He looked at Skarbrand in a detached way. He felt the anger dancing around him, bringing the illusion of killing and victory. He laughed loudly. Khorne's bloodthirst was nothing compared to his calmness. The blood god's promise of conquest and glory was a faded temptation, surpassed by his inner desire and the demand for a deeper level.

He adjusted his posture on the back of the red dragon, supported his back with his hind legs, grabbed the thorns with his hands, and jumped up. His right hand held the sea trident in his hand. The tip of the trident was gradually wrapped in lightning, and the blue-white arc jumped on the weapon. The air was filled with a pungent smell of burning.

The sky also changed dramatically with his summons. The sky that was originally torn was covered with dark clouds, covering the entire battlefield, and the curtain of darkness spread across the sky. The thunder echoed in the clouds like a war drum, and lightning shuttled between the dark clouds, and finally all gathered in the direction where he was. This surging power seemed to tear the sky apart and split the whole world in half.

His eyes were fixed on Skarbrand in the air. In his heart, he didn't want Splintwin to fight with Skarbrand. The two big axes in Skarbrand's hands were no joke. He didn't think Splintwin's scales could withstand it. He thought Splintwin was his friend and also the bond between him and the red dragon clan. He didn't want Splintwin to have any problems, let alone turn into Baldros.

Sometimes, things are contradictory. After a long period of contact, he understood Splintwin's character. After the rest of Lauren Loren Jinchi, he also talked with Yado. Yado and he were both champions of Queen Lauren Loren, but unlike him, Yado was the champion of the first generation of queens.

Now, Yado is the arbitrator of the parliament, but he is very old, so old that he came from the era of the War of Revenge and still remembers the things during the War of Revenge. He told Dacus some things about Splinterwin. In his description and cognition, Splinterwin is a cunning old traitor, with poor fighting ability and first-class ability to save his life.

The impression that Splinterwin gave to Dacus was similar to what Yado told him, but there were also some differences. He could feel that although Splinterwin usually didn't mention it, he really took the contract between them seriously. It can't be said to be enthusiastic, but he really worked hard when there was something, dared to challenge high-intensity battles, and dared to face terrifying enemies.

Maybe this may have something to do with who and why he was fighting? It may also be because of the interference of Skarbrand's aura, so... his heart was also very conflicted.

Without thinking too much, Splinterwin's dive speed was very fast. When he felt that it was almost done, he let out a roar. A thick lightning bolt fell from the sky, carrying the power of destruction and directly hitting Skarbrand. The lightning instantly covered the whole body of the bloodthirsty demon, and the shining electric light almost illuminated the entire battlefield.

However, as the light of lightning gradually faded, Skarbrand's figure appeared again. Its heavy brass armor and the brass collar on its neck were engraved with evil runes. Those runes now emitted a strange red light, as if absorbing the power of lightning.

Daquus was not surprised. The Khorne system and the Tzeentch system were two extremes. The former was good at close combat, and the latter was good at long-range. But being good at close combat does not mean that there is no means to resist long-range and magic. The brass collar given by Khorne is the best prop to resist long-range and magic. Khorne still loves Skarbrand, because the collar is still...

Fast, too fast, as if there is an invisible and invisible hand pushing him to go.

Just before Springtwin and Skarbrand were about to collide, he decisively let go of his hands, and with the help of the impact of his boots and the red dragon, he suddenly jumped towards the bloodthirsty demon. He quickly adjusted his posture in the air with his hands tightly holding the trident, and rushed straight to Skarbrand's head.

"I am your doom, weak mortal, I am Skarbrand!"

Skarbrand roared and swung his axe, trying to hit Dakwus who was in the air, but it missed, and the axe whistled past Dakwus's ears.

Dakwus landed accurately on Skarbrand's head. At this moment, the giant killer started, and his legs stabilized with various blessings. His body did not lose control, let alone fall. He raised the trident with both hands and aimed it at Skarbrand's forehead covered with evil runes. Skarbrand, who was hit, roared again, trying to get rid of the enemy above his head, but the trident had already been firmly embedded.

"I know you, the famous exile, humiliated by the simplest tricks, abandoned by the blood god. I also know why you are here. Soon, you will be ashamed of your failure again. Perhaps this time, your master will give you a more terrible punishment?" Dacus, who is good at treating people with sincerity and telling the truth, said the truth.

"Despicable guy, your skull will become a beautiful ornament for Khorne's throne. Fight me! Coward, fight like a real warrior. I will chop off all your bones and let your skin rot completely!"

Splinterwin saw Dacus falling on the head of the bloodthirsty demon, and gave up the idea of ​​spitting out breath. The two huge forces collided head-on in the air, making a deafening roar.

An axe left a ruddy trail in the air and flew towards Splinterwin's wings. Who was he? Yado's evaluation of him was accurate. He was a cunning old bastard. He was not as violent and rough as Malok in fighting, which was why he could survive the brutal battles of the War of Revenge. He predicted Skarbrand's attack, and he swung his wings to avoid the fatal attack.

Skarbrand let out an angry roar, turned in mid-air, and stretched out another axe to swing. However, its attack was stopped by Splinterwin. The red dragon's huge claws first grabbed the bloodthirsty demon's shoulders, and the sharp dragon claws pierced deeply into its heavy brass armor, sparks flew, and its attack work was deformed. The axe full of death breath swung in the air again.

Skarbrand roared, and swung another axe with all his strength again, smashing it hard at the red dragon's neck. Splinterwinter dodged sideways, but the axe blade still scraped his scales, splashing sparks. He roared, and the huge dragon tail swept across, sweeping away nothing, but the huge force pulled him and Skarbrand up.

The two sides kept turning and interweaving in the sky, entangled and torn in the air. And Daquus was also busy. With rich experience in fighting big demons, he did not rush to stab the sword down, but first released a secret method to crack, weakening Skarbrand's defense.

When Splinterwinter was in the upper body position, he roared fiercely, then bit the bloodthirsty demon's shoulder with his sharp teeth, grabbed the bloodthirsty demon's wrist with two claws, restricted the bloodthirsty demon's attack, and created opportunities for Daquus.

The fierce fight caused the bodies of both sides to collide constantly in the air, and the flesh and metal intertwined, making a harsh friction sound. Although Splinterwinter barely restricted Skarbrand's movements, he did not completely restrict it. Even with the magical defense, his fragile abdomen and wing membrane were still chopped by the bloodthirsty demon's axe, and his skin and flesh rolled up, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted, trying hard to prevent the bloodthirsty demon from breaking free from his grip.

Skarbrand's armor was also torn by the red dragon's claws, and the tough brass and chaos runes were torn into pieces, revealing the flesh and blood boiling like a volcano underneath. Blood gushed out of its wounds, emitting a disgusting stench.

However, this terrifying beast seemed to feel no pain at all, but became more violent because of the pain of the wound. Its eyes seemed to burn with hellfire, and it wielded the huge battle axe frantically, launching a fierce attack on the red dragon regardless of everything.

In the process of the fierce entanglement between the two sides, Daquus found an opportunity and made a decisive move. The Vizar in his hand flashed a dazzling light, like a sharp blade that penetrated the darkness. Under the gaze of thousands of eyes on the battlefield, he pointed the sword directly at Skarbrand's skull. The blade pierced Skarbrand's head with the force of thunder, piercing through the layers of brass and scales and reaching its core.

Skarbrand let out a heart-wrenching roar, and the whole world was trembling for its injury. The sound was full of anger and pain, like the roar of a demon in hell, deafening. Its once invincible body trembled violently at this moment, and all its strength seemed to be rapidly draining away.

Vizar's blade seemed to seal Skarbrand's soul. After piercing its skull, the power of Quesh spread rapidly, tearing every nerve and every blood vessel in its body.

Its eyes gradually dimmed, and the flames that were originally full of bloodthirstiness and rage began to extinguish. Its body also kept spasming in the lightning of thunder, as if it was making its last struggle. The huge battle axe slipped from its hand powerlessly and hit the ground heavily, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Its huge and heavy body lost its support, shaky, and began to fall rapidly to the ground. At the same time, Splinterwin also lost his balance due to the huge inertia, and followed closely, falling to the ground. The figures of both parties were like two falling stars, falling from the sky at high speed, and the surrounding air was distorted by their power.

There is a reason why Splinterwin has the title of "Broken Wings". His originally tattered wings could not be fully unfolded after suffering severe damage. The falling speed of both parties was getting faster and faster, and the figures could no longer be distinguished. They were entangled together, like two inseparable nightmares, rushing straight to the ground with endless destructive power.

Skarbrand's body hit the ground first, making a deafening noise. Its huge body hit the ground, raising a cloud of dust and gravel, and the ground was severely pressed into a huge pit. Immediately afterwards, Splinterwin's body also hit its body heavily.

The entire battlefield fell into a brief silence at this moment, as if all living beings were shocked and amazed by the fall of these two strong men.

"Ahem...are we...ok?" When Skarbrand's body disappeared, Splinterwin turned into a human form and lay on the ground not far from the pit, muttering.

"Of course." Dacus, who stood up shakily, affirmed in a slightly funny tone.

"Hahahaha...the two of us are really awesome!"

Darkus shook his head and smiled, then walked to the side of Springwin with difficulty. Even after turning into a human form, Springwin looked horrible. The wounds on his neck and abdomen were clearly visible, and the blood dyed the already funny toga red. He took out the silver scepter hanging on the belt, cast a holy praise on Springwin, and then threw the silver scepter to Springwin.

"Take it."

Sprintwin, who was holding the glowing scepter, showed a confused expression.

"Support! Call!"

"?" Springwin's confusion became more intense. He didn't understand what Darkus was saying, and he was not even sure if Darkus was speaking Elsalin. Then he shook his head slowly and said, "Help me up." After that, he turned his body and supported himself with his hands to try to stand up.

"I am willing to serve you." Darkus did not respond immediately, but looked up. The magic was no longer ineffective, and the Red Dragon Army appeared. He knew why Splinterwin was so arrogant and insisted on standing up instead of lying on the ground. After all, the first impression and the topic of conversation were important.

"There is no glory here!"

Darkius, wearing dragon armor, lifted Splinterwin up effortlessly. After fixing Splinterwin's body with his left hand, he raised Vizar and roared, and his voice echoed on the battlefield like thunder. He was wearing dragon armor, exuding an unshakable majesty and power. The blade flashed with a blazing light, announcing the impending death.

A Black Hawk Down was staged. The place where he fell was extremely dangerous. He and Splinterwin fell to the ground. They were in the army of Khorne's servants.

Although Skarbrand was dead, he went back to accept Khorne's punishment. But the servants of Khorne did not retreat because of this. Instead, they became more fanatical because of the fall of the exile. Perhaps they wanted to complete the final kill and win the favor of Khorne. Around them, countless vampires approached eagerly, as if they were wild beasts that smelled blood.

The blood reaper closest to Dacus roared and rushed over, the long sword in its hand glowing red, slashing at Dacus with endless killing intent.

However, Dacus's reaction was as fast as lightning, and he turned around with Splinterwin, as if dancing a deadly dance. As Vizar flashed, the blood reaper's long sword broke into countless pieces in the air, and then the demon's body was cut open by the sword, and the flesh and blood fell to the ground like raindrops.

However, the death of the blood reaper did not make the surrounding Khorne servants retreat, but instead aroused their deeper violent desires. More vampires rushed towards Dacus from all directions, their bloodthirsty fangs and claws flashing deadly light.

Daxus remained calm and collected. He continued to spin with Splinterwin. In his hand, Vizshal was like a dancing laser sword, and every swing took the lives of several enemies.

Blood gushed out like a tide, and corpses piled up at the feet of Daxus and Splinterwin. Every move he made was full of power and grace, and he turned the battle into a bloody art. His sword cut the enemy's body, like a master sculptor carving pieces of flesh and blood. At this time, he was more like a servant of Khorne than a servant of Khorne. Splinterwin was protected from harm by him. Although the battlefield around them had become purgatory, they were still not swallowed.

But no matter how hard they fought, the enemies seemed to never decrease. It seemed that they would drown in the next second, drowning in blood.

Just as Daxus swung his sword and fought fiercely with the vampire, the sky was suddenly torn apart again, as if an invisible force was tearing the sky and the earth apart. A shadow gradually emerged from the crack. At first it was just a vague outline, but as time went on, the shadow gradually condensed into shape. It was a blood-red giant sword, exuding a strong killing intent and endless resentment.

The color of the giant sword became brighter and brighter, gradually condensing from an illusory image into a substance, and every inch of it was shining with blood, as if it was made of the blood of countless souls. The sword was engraved with evil runes, and as the sword condensed, these runes seemed to whisper, telling of blood and killing.

The giant sword was finally fully formed. It was suspended in the sky, with a devastating pressure, and fell rapidly in the direction of Dacus. There was a heavy sense of oppression in the air, and even breathing became difficult. The giant sword tore through the space with unstoppable power, and pointed directly at Dacus with the momentum of destroying everything.

However, at the moment when the giant sword fell, the outline of an arc suddenly appeared on the trajectory of the sword. The arc was bright and smooth, as if it was outlined from the void, forming an invisible defense shield that quickly wrapped around Dacus. The shield gave off a faint glow, forming a sharp contrast with the giant sword.

As the giant sword hit, the glow on the shield suddenly lit up, forming a dazzling curtain of light. Finally, cracks began to appear on the front of the giant sword. The cracks started from the tip of the sword and gradually spread to the sword body. The sword made of blood and resentment was being disintegrated by the glow. The cracks became more and more numerous and denser, and finally the entire giant sword shattered in the air.

The sword shattered without making any sound. It was as if it was absorbed by the light, and gradually became illusory from its substantial existence. The blood-red sword body gradually faded in color, becoming more and more transparent, and finally seemed to turn into a cloud of smoke and drifted in the air.

"In the sky." Springtwin said softly.

"He is anxious, he is anxious, he is anxious!"

Darkius, swinging his sword again, took a look at the sky. He saw the giant sword disappearing. He knew what it was, the sword of Khorne. "That's not a sword... This is a sword!" Then, he laughed and taunted while swinging the sword. At this moment, he was possessed by Khorne. He could feel the feeling of Khorne, the feeling of being right in front of him but unable to deal with it.

Having witnessed everything, Locsia felt a chill on his back. His body was shaking and shivering constantly. Although it was dark and blood was raining in the sky, his sight caught Darkius. He saw Darkius jump off the back of the dragon and onto the back of the demon.

"Lift the fence! Quick! Lift the fence!"

Then he saw everything that happened afterwards. He was scared. Now he and his family are completely the hand of the Witch King. The present and the future are all on Darkius. While he admired Dacus's bravery, he didn't dare to think about what would happen if something happened to Dacus. That was something he and his family could not accept or face. He reacted and roared hysterically.

However, the behemoths in front were faster than Loccia. The behemoths in a violent state pushed open the fence effortlessly. The behemoths in heavy armor charged forward like an unstoppable torrent.

On the battlefield, a frenzy of iron hooves and roars suddenly broke out.

Crazy, completely crazy, all beings on the battlefield were crazy.

The moment the giant sword appeared, the anger of the entire Red Dragon Legion was ignited. The speed of the red dragons' dives suddenly increased, and the angle of dive became larger and larger, like a group of angry fire beasts, rushing from the sky to the ground with endless violence. Their eyes burned with the anger of revenge, and their huge bodies drew fiery arcs in the air, heading straight for the army of Khorne's servants.

At the moment of diving, the red dragons opened their ferocious mouths, and the scorching breath gathered in their throats, as if the flames from hell were being compressed and condensed. The next moment, the flames gushed out, like an erupting volcano, pouring high temperature and destruction on the servants of Khorne.

The power of the flames was so strong that the air was twisted in the breath, and the flames swept through with a roaring sound, rolling up countless ashes and smoke. Those servants of Khorne who were swallowed by the flames turned into charcoal in an instant, their skins were quickly scorched and cracked under the high temperature, their flesh and blood were burned into black fragments, and even their bones were gradually crushed in the flames.

When the servants of Khorne were hit by the flames, they screamed shrilly, mixed with endless pain and despair. Their bodies twisted and struggled in the flames, but they were powerless to escape this catastrophe. The flames were like greedy fire snakes, burning all enemies who dared to stop the red dragons into ashes.

The armor of the servants of Khorne melted rapidly under the impact of the flames, turning into dripping liquid metal, burning the ground with a hissing sound. The ground was torn apart by the flames, and the soil was baked into scorched earth by the scorching heat. The originally muddy battlefield instantly turned into a barren charred ruin.

The anger ignited the fury of the Druki. They went crazy, raised their weapons high, roared wildly, charged forward, and tore the demons they could attack with swords and spears.

The originally orderly military formation collapsed at this moment. Even the experienced Bakron no longer commanded. The southern outpost garrison composed of Druki and lizardmen attacked in a long snake formation. Viena, who had retreated to rest, also abandoned the food in his hand, and even abandoned the shield not far away, and drew the Messer knife at his waist to charge.

A steady stream of elves, cold lizard cavalry and chariots passed through the Ancient Saint Trail and poured into the Duruchi camp like a tide. After understanding the current battlefield situation, the forces from Chapeyuto roared and launched a fierce charge without hesitation.

The Tyrannosaurus Assault Group, which was originally shrinking in formation, also completely gave up the defensive posture and turned to attack because of Daquus's fall. Kuimok suddenly turned around in Ku Jia's roar, and his huge body was like a moving mountain. The other Tyrannosaurus also quickly adjusted the formation under the command and suppression of the Lizard General, and closely coordinated with each other to become a huge fighting machine and launched a ruthless assault.

Every step of the Tyrannosaurus made the earth tremble, and their heavy footsteps sounded like war drums on the battlefield. The huge body swept through the enemy formation like a storm during the charge, and wherever it went, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the enemy's team was torn apart like fragile paper.

At the same time, the behemoths and lizardmen in the front line also launched a full-scale charge. Their huge bodies and infinite power swept through like a torrent, crushing all the enemies in front into mud. Even the lizard war group originally in the rear was not to be outdone at this moment, and quickly mobilized to join this unprecedented fierce attack.

The Slann magic priests felt the changes on the battlefield and cast powerful magic again, turning the muddy land into dry and hard.

The swamp that once hindered the movement of the troops was quickly drained under the effect of magic. The solid and dry land was like a battlefield tailor-made for these behemoths, allowing them to step on the ground effortlessly with every step, and rush towards the enemy with unparalleled power.

For a time, the chaos on the battlefield had reached its peak. At this moment, all the forces gathered together, and the anger between heaven and earth was all concentrated on this side, sweeping away unstoppably. (End of this chapter)