Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 184 34 That’s it

Author: The Fish Daxian who doesn’t know how to swim

Chapter 184 34. That’s all

The wind blew over the lying Darkus, and he woke up to the hollow groan of the wind. Slowly and painfully, he opened his eyes. He lay on his back under the leaden sky, with his arms spread wide. He struggled

He waved his arms to stop Drusala from feeding him the potion.

Something big was moving behind Darkus, and he didn't adjust his angle to see it. Silly Bulaji turned around and stared at its current owner with a blood-red eye. The stupid naughty pear's flanks

Covered in dust from bone meal and exploding pus.

The wind ruffled Drusala's loose hair, her face was covered with dust and blood, and there were obvious marks on her cheeks and chin. Her smart eyes were melancholy and deep-set, surrounded by tired black eyes that had been over-cast.

eye socket.

"This potion was not made by me, but by Colonia, your sister." Drusala hesitated for a moment, holding the potion in her hand, and she said with a cold face.

"Then you can't drink this!" Darkus reacted even more after hearing this. He had a sense of resistance to the things produced by the sorceresses, whether it was physical or psychological, just like the first time he woke up.

At that time, Alyssa was making a thick black soothing soup, but he poured it out of the porthole.

Genevieve walked over at this time, squatted on the ground and handed the sea dragon skin kettle in her hand to Drusala, and took the potion from Drusala's hand. Then she took out the first medicine from her arms.

The Civilian Blade was inserted into the holster of Darkus' thigh, he nodded to Darkus, stood up and left.

Darkus drank it greedily. After taking a few sips of hot water, he felt radiant again. He didn't ask anything or sigh, let alone whether his legs were still there because he moved his toes.

The nerves and sensations in his toes fed back that his legs were still there, and he looked at Drusala's beautiful face quietly. Even after half a year, he still hadn't figured out what was hidden behind Drusala's face. He thought

He raised his arm to touch Drusala's face, but he retracted it again, not because of any preparatory or messed-up mentality, but because he was still wearing gloves, and there was sticky blood and strange things on the gloves.

of liquid.

Drusala did not resist, but pressed her face against the glove. One hand held Darkus's arm tightly, and the other hand exuded black magic and touched the cold blood on Darkus' cheek.

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Darkus still looked at Drusala quietly without saying anything. He would not be stupid enough to ask about Morathi, Frost Blade, the Silent One and Medusa when he was at his weakest.

"I've thought about it." Darkus suddenly said without any clue.

"What?" Drusala couldn't help but ask after waiting for a while before reaching the second half of Darkus' words.

"We will get married when we come to Ulthuan! In the Temple of Asuryan, under the witness of the gods, our relatives and friends, His Majesty the Phoenix King Malekith will officiate the wedding for us! We will

Hold a wedding of the century, and we will definitely come to Ulthuan! No matter how difficult it is! I promise!"

"Yeah!" Drusala looked at Darkus and was stunned for a long time. She was imagining the scene that Darkus had described. She smiled and nodded firmly.

"So! If you have any secrets, you must tell me!" Darkus first drew a pie, and then circled it again.

Maranur limped into Dacus' sight. His left shoulder pauldron was missing. The black steel armor was covered with marks. His hair was scattered and blown by the wind, and his face was stained with blood.

, a little embarrassed, there is no doubt that these blood stains are his own, because the dead have no blood to shed.

"How do you feel? My brother."

"It's like I died once and then came back to life again." Darkus looked at Maranur and said, pointing to his neck and signaling Drusala to find something to help him.

Pad it.

Maranur looked at Drusala's leaving figure with fear, and then shook his head slightly.

"To tell you something interesting, Kewell saw one of his ancestors when he was cleaning the battlefield. That ancestor had the emblem of the Mogar family on his body, and it happened to correspond to the contents of their family records."

"I still don't understand why this army appears here in the dangerous peaks?" Darkus was speechless and confused, but at the same time he also felt a little ironic and comic?

"And after thousands of years, this battlefield has always been here. The group of mountain people who have degenerated into shadows have not been found yet? But we met them?" Maranur turned his head and drank out of the black water, then turned around and said

, he was thinking about something again, and then said, "Destiny? Maybe you are good at this ethereal thing, or maybe the mountain people who knew the secret lost their inheritance in the years after they came here? Who knows. Anyway, we are the winners.

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"Where are the casualties?" Darkus didn't dwell on this issue. If he really couldn't do it, he would find out after having a friendly exchange with the mountain people.

"Four of the retinues have returned to the arms of Es Hayiai, and the rest are more or less damaged. A few of them may have to travel on chariots for the rest of their journey," Maranur said.

While standing, he tilted his head to indicate the direction, and then said, "Five of the cold lizards died, and the rest were injured, but they are not serious. You know the cold lizards. The good news is that the loot is very rich, very

Rich. The bad news is that we can only selectively pack some."

While the Darkus brothers were talking, Drusala came back and found a sleeping blanket in the baggage cart of the Nagaryth army. With the help of Maranur, Darkus sat down

Standing up, he first glanced at his legs and breathed a sigh of relief after finding that they were fine. He looked at a row of weathered and pathless mountains in the distance, and then looked at the two rugged peaks.

At the entrance of the winding valley between them, he gazed at the rolling plains on the other side, covered with wavy seas of snow-covered grass. On the northern horizon stood a snow-covered forest, with a black triangular mountain standing out.

The top of the mountain was shrouded in snow and clouds. A sharp crack, like the mark left by a huge axe, split the mountain at a shallow angle, extending two-thirds of its length from the top to the broad base.

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"Maybe that's where it is?" Darkus frowned and thought.

Maranur didn't say anything, patted Darkus on the shoulder and left. Since his brother couldn't take charge of the work, he could only do it for the time being.

"What do you know?" Darkus asked, looking at Drusala.

"This seems to be Bascon's lost legion, which was ordered to set off in the last year of Phoenix King Aenarion's reign. The records of that period are very confusing. Maybe we should ask the people of that era?" Drusala frowned.

After thinking for a while, he said hesitantly.

"Malekis must have been 37 years old at that time? He should know what happened, just ask later." Darkus thought for a moment and nodded.

"Hel me up."

After a while, Darkus tried to stand up. When he put his weight on his scratched calf, he couldn't help but make a gasping sound in pain. His black steel armor was almost white at this time, with stains on it.

Covered with ashes and darkened in places with blood. There were wounds on his face, neck and forehead, and his cheeks were stiff with dried blood. His wounds throbbed painfully, a bent piece of metal struck by the dead man's spear.

The sharp points pierced his skin, aggravating the pain of the wound. The wound on his calf hurt slightly, but he was still grateful to be able to feel the pain. He didn't want to lose a leg now, although it could be cured.

Darkus looked around the battlefield. Some Druchi who were still mobile were rummaging around. The loot from this battle was really rich. He saw Ren limping into a truck.

Go up and push the broken wooden box to the ground. As the wooden box shattered, countless spearheads fell to the ground. Renn shook his head, and then pushed down another box, and another box of long swords. Garroth

Then he held a dagger and pulled the gems on the weapon very skillfully. The bag on his waist was already bulging. The body of Prince Nagaris was left to dry there, and no one moved it, because the Druchi were all

He knew that it was his trophy. Another Druchi was holding bundles of long swords and trying to load them on the platform of the Disaster Walker chariot. The trainer kept waving his hands and refused, saying that there were too many and they could not be loaded.

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"It would be great if there was a space ring." Darkus thought, but he knew that this world didn't seem to have such a thing, and there was no way to mark this damn place. This time it happened to be an evil door collision.

Yes, I bumped into it! No one can guarantee that I will find it next time, because there are also evil spirits in the dangerous peaks.

Darkus didn't look at his trophies immediately. Prince Nagaryth was already lying down anyway, could he get up again? He limped to the injured patient lying on the ground and wandered around for a while.

In the circle, Genevieve and the other three sorceresses were busy treating and bandaging the wounds of these patients, feeding them hot water and medicine.

"grown ups!"

"Master!"

Darkos nodded to the patients one by one, and checked their injuries. Franais tried to get up with a struggle, but was held down by Alyssa. Dorian was in a coma, mumbling something in his sleep.

, seems to be poisoned, tetanus warning! The guard who often followed Dorian and retched while talking about Shadow was never among them. He looked around the battlefield again and found traces of that guard. Apparently, that guard

The retinue was one of the four killed.

The morale of the Sick and Sick was very high, and they did not flinch. Druch was born a warrior, and there was nothing to say about dying under the sword. They knew that the road ahead was open, and they also knew that the loot this time was very rich, and they could either

You get more or less things, and they are all items from that period, which are symbols of identity and status in Drukhi society.

Darkus limped to Prince Nagareth's side again and looked at Prince Nagareth's weapons and armor. After looking at it for a while, he raised his head towards the sword, Drusa.

La knelt down and handed the long sword to him. After waving it twice, he held it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully.

"The weapon that can make the Lord Quiteli's Halberd not get cheaper is really extraordinary. It should be the same batch of goods, but that's it." Darkus thought, he couldn't remember the table rules, but in the

In a game that continues to be updated, the war spear of Lord Taranxra used by Ku Jia is of exquisite quality, the sword of Lord God Zongqi is of rare quality, and the quality of Lord Quiteli's halberd should be between

Between the two, there are armor-breaking, magic and fire attack effects. The weapon that can make the Lord Quiteli's Halberd not get cheap, it should be a weapon made by the elves during the Great Invasion.

Something flashed in Darkos's mind, and his spirit seemed to be connected with the sword. At that moment, the magic flame burned more and more intensely on the blade, and the flame danced along the blade,

And the color of the flame also turned bright red, and all the flames flew towards the tip of the sword and gathered together, forming a fireball.

In the blink of an eye, a fireball erupted from the tip of the sword, and then the fireball disappeared in the air, and the magic flame on the blade dimmed. The current flame did not reach the normal intensity of the past, but the flame was still burning, although

It was not as bright as it was in its heyday, but it was still enough to generate some heat. He also felt that the sword in his hand was not as light as when he first picked it up.

"Sun Flame Sword?" Drusala asked curiously as he looked at the sword with some confusion.

The Sunflame Sword is a legendary weapon forged by the legendary mage Caledor in the erupting volcano of Val Anvil during the Great Invasion. It is part of a complete set of equipment made for the first generation Phoenix King. The Sunflame Sword is very ancient and was used by the gods in ancient times.

It was forged while still walking in the world. When the Sun Flame Sword was forged, the magical wind was more abundant than it is now, and the world has undergone fundamental changes. It is difficult to copy it, unless the maelstrom and spiritual vein nodes are combined.

Dry and broken.

Aenarion held the Sunsword and fought and killed, repelling the Chaos Demons again and again. He entrusted his life to the Sunsword. The Sunsword was a weapon wielded by heroes.

A weapon blessed by the power of the gods, but when he picked up the sword of Khaine with ultimate power and curse, he threw the Sunfire Sword aside. He gave the Sunfire Sword to Frien, and he finally

One of his trusted lieutenants, Frien later passed down the Sunfire Sword to his descendants.

Malekith naturally coveted the Sunfire Sword because he had always longed for all his father's inheritance. But Frien's family rejected him, and as time went by, Malekith's spies repeatedly

Tried to seize the Yang Yan Sword, but all failed.

Nathanes, the last descendant of the Frien family, embarked on a trading journey to the Old World. He arrived there safely, but never returned with his ship. After that, rumors began to spread that there was an elf adventurer holding a

The story of a magical sword that can spit fire and fight in the land of the old world. He visited the legendary Athel Loren, fought alongside the Asrai war dancers and rangers, and passed through the realm of the Border Princes.

Tyrell finally reached Estalia and died there, but the Sunfire Sword was picked up by a human, at least that's what the legend says.

The Sun Flame Sword has been passed down from father to son in the short and fleeting generations of mankind. The power of the Sun Flame Sword makes its owners become heroes and powerful fighters among humans, but the Sun Flame Sword also brings misfortune to them.

, just like some stories, they are full of mockery of fate. The artifact is held in the hands of people without ability or qualifications, which is a kind of curse and shackles.

The Sunflame Sword is now packed in dust in a secret room in the temple city of Zultek in the Lustria mainland. The specific location is the City of Ashes, a satellite city next to Pahuakos. Darkus deliberately avoided it when he traveled there.

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"No! But they should be made in the same batch." Darkus directly denied it, because he knew where the Yang Yan Sword was. He did not try to summon the power of this sword again. It is said that this sword has some kind of power.

Frequent summoning of elemental souls will cause the elemental souls to die, rendering the sword useless.

When taking off the broken scabbard from Prince Drusala Nagaris's waist, Darkus was also thinking, should he be able to use this weapon temporarily? Because he has many options for weapons.

Plan, and he not only uses swords, but also halberds and shields, but he prefers mercers. If he intervenes in Hal Gancy's religious rebellion soon, he should be able to obtain Malus's

He had Kane's Dimensional Sword, but he didn't want to get involved with Kane, a brat. Malekith's Destroyer? The Destroyer has the effect of destroying demons and can be called a magic nemesis. The Destroyer was forged by Malekith himself.

Yes, what if he gave the Sunfire Sword to Malekith? Originally, he wanted to have some fun, such as inviting the Tyrion brothers to the Lustria continent for a friendly meeting, in-depth exchanges, and then giving the Sunfire Sword to Tyrion.

Ryan.

But since Darkus has decided to conquer Ulthuan, giving the Sunfire Sword to Tyrion is not a good choice. Just like giving the Soul Blade to Morathi, there will be trouble later! He will log in to Ulthuan when the time comes.

Suan Tyrion used the Sunfire Sword to kill him and his soldiers? Caused a change? What the hell is he thinking? Has he been blessed by Tzeentch? He might as well give the Sunfire Sword to Malekith and kill the Destroyer.

Change it over.

"This? This seems to be dragon armor?"

Just as Darkus was thinking, Drusala interrupted him with an exclamation. He lowered his head and looked at the armor of Prince Nagaryth.

There seems to be an illusion inside the dragon armor that Darkus can perceive, and that illusion keeps calling something in his heart.

The army of Chaos Demons is marching towards the southern mountains of Ulthuan. Amidst the howling winds blowing down the hillsides, the entire sky is submerged in dark purple and green clouds. The stench of rotting corpses and sulfur flows smoothly.

Drifting along the canyon.

The first Phoenix King Aenarion stood on a dark hillside, his armor, shield and spear shining. Behind him were the elven generals, all wearing silver scales decorated with gems.

The dragon mounts of the generals were also circling and flying in the sky, and the elven army stared coldly at the colorful chaos demon army in the distance with claws and teeth.

Aenarion covered his eyes with his hands, his black hair hanging down from the edge of the golden dragon helmet and scattered on the scarlet cloak. At this time, Elloran Anarr (the ancestor of the Shadow King) was holding

The Phoenix Battle Flag stood behind him, and behind him stood his adjutant Frien, Bascon, etc. The Phoenix King turned to the left, where stood the dragon tamer Caledor, the one who personally

The master of magic who forges all the weapons and armor of the Phoenix King in the temple of the forging god Vaal.

(End of chapter)