Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 178 28 Story Meeting

Author: The Fish Daxian who can’t swim

Chapter 178 28. Storytelling

"Ahhh!" A thin bitter liquid was forced into Dorian's throat. He struggled to wake up from a coma. The liquid exuded a foul smell. He spit out the juice and jerked his head away.

, a flash of pain flashed in his eyes, and his stomach began to churn.

A calloused hand tried to fix Dorian's chin, stopping him from shouting. Although he was very weak, he still raised his head sharply and bit the offending hand hard.

He took a bite, sinking his teeth into the gap between his index finger and thumb. He tasted blood, but his stomach got in the way. His teeth unclenched as he vomited up gulps of bile,

A fist hit him on the cheek.

Dorian felt a knife pressed against his cheek. The knife was cold, rough and sharp. The knife slowly pressed against the skin of his face, easily cutting into the flesh below. He was angry and in pain again.

Yelling. That strange liquid seemed to

His senses were strengthened, and the pain stimulated him to wake up completely. As the warm blood flowed down his face, he blinked. When he concentrated, he saw a short man with thin limbs.

Druch stood in front of him.

Shadow's angular features are covered with indigo and red spiral tattoos. This tattoo has a strange effect, giving people a roaring expression even when resting. When he squinted at Dorian

At that time, his face was an image of hysterical hatred, as if he was driven by endless hatred. He wore layers of loose robes and soft leather boots, with various daggers inserted into the wide belt around his waist.

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The blazing fire illuminated a small clearing surrounded by a circle of trees from behind. More shadows were crouching or walking around the fire. Most of the shadows were wearing mottled green and brown cloaks, subtly matching the

The shadows of the forest blend into one.

Two moons were shining in the unusually clear sky. Although Dorian was in pain all over his body and his stomach was churning, it was difficult to concentrate and think, but he still tried to force himself to calm down.

"Is this how you treat the children of the great Dread Lord?" Dorian snarled.

Shadow raised his head when Dorian burst out, raised the knife to his lips with a smile, and licked the blood on the blade. He raised his eyebrows in appreciation, then turned to his companions and spoke in a thick accent

Dorian listened for a long time, but he didn't understand a word. The shadows around the fire laughed. Dorian didn't like the sound. He thought he was humiliated.

"Sir, that short man said he likes your taste." The servant next to Dorian swallowed a mouthful of spit, then looked at Dorian and said with difficulty, with an expression of doom on his face.

Dorian tried hard to force himself to turn his head away from the direction of the sound. His subordinate was tied to the tree next to him, his face was covered with purple bruises, and the other one was still unconscious.

"The flesh and blood of noble warriors is the delicacy of the druch in these mountains. If I were you, I would not mention your father so forcefully." The servant was still speaking with difficulty with swollen lips.

"You are crazy! They won't eat their own compatriots! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Doran said in shock.

"We are not their compatriots. In their eyes, we are people in the city, let alone the current situation. We are just meat, food, fat and delicious."

Laughing, said self -deprecating.

The sound of metal and dingling sounds near the fire pile, and Dari took a look at it. A dark film festival next to the fire pile opened a roll of soft leather with many pockets of different sizes.

Or the handle made of wood, under his gaze, the short shadow took out a bone cutting knife and a smooth bone saw.

"If we are lucky, they should have eaten recently. They may only need one hand or calf. They are very good at taking away what they need and let the victims survive."

When he reached the sound, he looked at himself after a glance.

"Enough! Kane! Don't say it! Don't say it!" Dorian roared a little.

The short shadow of the short man talked, and his companions got up and started to work. A dark shadow shook a rope and wrapped the rope on a strong trunk hanging by the fire.

Start with one end of the rope, walk to Doron, and quickly quickly wrap the rope around Dorian's ankle for a few laps. The other two dark shadows unlock the rope tied to the tree, and the shadow shadow

Tied tightly behind his hands.

"I don't dare! Touch me with your dirty knife again. I cursed you in the name of the God of Kane and let these hills wither for thousands of years!" Dorian roared.

The short shadow of the short man made a disgusting sound, and once again made a short order. Two dark shadows pulled the rope, Dorian's body was shaken and hanging, and the bleak shadows prevented Dorian from Dorian.

Instead of swinging up, another dark shadow puts a big bronze bowl in Dorian's head low, ready to undertake the release of the released blood.

"Kill me, Nagaron's fear lord will kill you and your similar hunting." Dorian looked at the short shadow of the short man from the piping of a sickle -shaped knife. His body

Higher trembling, boiling because of anger and adrenaline.

"You are just Tao to smoke, people in the city. After a while, you will disappear, as if you have never existed, your fear of lord's father will never know your end."

After walking over, it showed a black and yellow teeth full of unevenness, whispered.

The knife was on Dorian's throat, cold as ice.

Suddenly, a shouting came from the other side of the fire, and the short shadow of the short man stopped. A harsh voice made an order in a rustic elf language.

Quickly counterattack the answer.

With no sign of signs, Dorian was suddenly fell to the ground, his head, shoulders and neck pain unbearable. But he still turned his body and turned his head to see what happened.

Many dark shadows appear on the edge of the fire light. The leader is a wide shoulder shadow, with tattoos on his face and hands.

Respect and fear of them.

The wide shoulder shadow full of tattoos looked at the restrained Dorian, and sent a long inquiry to his companion, and the latter quickly answered. He asked another question. This time, he got a longer longer.

The answer, he rubbed his chin with a tattoo hand.

"These damn shadows are bargaining!" Dorian realized.

The wide shoulder shadow turned around, as if to say something to his companion, suddenly he rolled towards the short shadow. Two dark shadows rolled around the wet land, fighting, the dagger kept fighting, the dagger kept constantly

Flashing.

"It seems that there are something between Shanmin and us!" Dorian looked at the fighting thought channel.

The sound of steel hitting the flesh sounded, and the wide shoulder shadow roared painfully, but then Dorian saw a tattoo arm stretched out and stabbed the dagger fiercely.

Once again, the short shadow was lying on the ground and spitting blood and struggling.

The winner stood up, exuding blood from the wound on his arm. He raised his hands and swore his strength, and took his companion to Dorang's side.

Raising Raalan, a knife cut off the restraint of Dorian's ankle. He just glanced at Dorian simply, and his eyes revealed the evaluation, just like he came to the market to choose a piece of beef, and then he nodded with satisfaction.

Then, then

Before Dorian had time to speak, he rotated in place, and the shadows pushed him forward, walking towards the deep shadow behind the fire. He took a few steps and then restored the balance. Suddenly, he turned around, he turned around

After passing, I took a few steps quickly and came to the place where the short shadow was lying down. He bent down as much as possible, and the face was full of tattoos. He was glad to see the glory of life still

On the short shadow.

"Taste your blood and feast, dwarf, I warn you! If you tease me, will ..."

Dorian hadn't finished speaking yet, and a angry shouting came from behind him. A wide and scarred hand stretched out a wide shoulder, and it was easy to push him forward.

His arm, a dark sack with sweat and vomit smell was thrown on his head, and the rope was loosely tied to his neck. He walked in the suffocating darkness, and the dark shadow was rough.

Holding his two arms tightly, no matter how many times he was tripped, he could keep upright.

Over time, Dorian's mind was even more sober, and he tried to listen to every sound from the surrounding. He could hear the footsteps and curses of dark shadows, and it seemed to be walking in a column behind him.

From the relaxed tone of the shadow, it seems that the shadow is within his own territory, and he is not afraid of being attacked. After hearing the drowsy moan from a cold lizard behind the team, he felt

Even more shocking, how to deal with the cold lizard is still a mystery for him.

Time is no longer meaningful. Dorian feels that these dark shadows seem to be tired. They have never stopped in the march that swallowed the ground. There is no warning. Dark Shadow's hands grabbed him to stop him. These dark

The shadow was conducting a brief communication. Put one hand around his neck, making him bend over clumsy, and then he was thrown out by politely. His feet touched a soft thing,

He was lying on the ground fiercely, but it didn't seem to be soil underneath, but like a pile of fur or blanket.

There was a brief conversation behind Dori, and then the sound of a movement. Strong hand grasped him, turned him over, and then the dexterous fingers unbuttoned the lace on the sack. The dirty sack was quilt.

Pulling away, he greedily breathe the smoke on the air. His eyes seemed to get used to darkness, and soon began to observe the environment around him.

In the tent of the shaped roof.

Three Trucci squatted beside him, their hands slipped through his face and body, fingertips his head, and his swollen lumps stopped on his forehead, and he passed his noble nose.

Then slide his lips. Their touch is as light as feathers, and it is not natural.

When Yu Embn reappeared, Dorian understood the reason, and he saw a creepy scene!

Three Trucci women squatted beside him. They all wore a simple deer -deerki, and there was no hair on their heads, with an emblem on the forehead.

They are proud of their sharp ears. Except for the scar tissue that have been stabbed, nothing is left. The long and horrible scars on the neck are exposed from the top of their collar, showing how their vocal cords are

The roughly cut. Their faces were hovering above him in the swaying light. Their expression seemed to be fully concentrated. The darkness swallowed their eyes, and now only empty holes are left.

The slaves worked together and pulled Dorian. He struggled, but he couldn't completely suppress the having a bad shoo. In this way

This is the cruelty that makes Qi incredible!

Hearing that the nobles and the female warlocks in the tent began to exclaim and scold, obviously the cruelty of the gangster has surpassed Trudech, which has a very low moral bottom line. Then they started to ask the shadow.

And clamoring what happened to this group of dark shadows in the future.

Drussara, who is mixed in the crowd, is also nodded, but she knows that Goronde's prophecy Tari is also cruel. There is a group of guards called the Blade of Frost.

In fact, they did not have to choose. The members of the Frost Blade were basically handsome nobles. They gave up the old owner and were seduced to Goronde under the tricky words of Morah.

The promise of the wealth and nobles disappears. Instead, the cruel reality of being persecuted by the cold poison is replaced, and they have to be reduced to a puppet who is eager to instruction. Only Morah and her closest maid knew the spell that drove the frost's blade to the spell of the frost's blade.

Because they greedily protect the spells, in order to ensure their absolute control of the Blade of Frost.

If Drussara is still in the tower, maybe she will know the magical spell soon. And she also knows that the upper building of the prediction tower is indeed full of wealth that is enough to make mortals crazy. After all

The pit has been mining for 5,000 years, but only a small number of female warlocks can get the permission to enter. The guardian is there. They are the guards of the upper -level building.

Silence. But fortunately, their destiny is much better than the guards who defend the Morass's private room. The guards inside not only have no tongue, but they are also blinded.

fighting.

Compared to Dorian's story, what makes Dadak Us is curious, why did Domorian tell this story?

The story will come here to come to an end. Although the wealthy and the women's surgery are silent in the story of Dori, it is very late at this time, and it will have to hurry tomorrow.

(No, it is estimated that the subscription is dropped again, and then we will change the way.)

(This chapter is finished)