Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 189 39 Dorian’s Adventure (as the name suggests)

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

Chapter 189 39. Dorian’s Adventure (as the name suggests)

"To be honest, my brother, although I don't know what the benefits will be, the risk is too great. I estimate that more than half of them will still be there." Maranur leaned against the cave wall and poured the ice water from the kettle into the

He said after applying it on his face to wake himself up.

After listening to Dorian's story, Darkus woke up the snoring Maranur and discussed the next plan.

"And Dorian only mentioned the general terrain there, but he didn't say the quantity! What if the quantity is greater than we expected? What should we do? Fight in or sneak in under the cover of night? Rely on black magic? And

It’s better to raid Shadow’s camp in the mountains, hmm.” After Maranur said a few words, he took out chewing tobacco from his arms and shared it with Darkus and continued, “If there is really something important there.

, we might be able to..."

"Pull out the defenders from the strongholds of Khao'ak and Attorak and let them assist us." This is what Darkus planned. He didn't want to play a stealth game and just have to be whatever his identity is.

"I think this is the best way. We have money! Our biggest advantage is that we are rich and powerful. My brother, we can't afford to run into it ourselves."

The discussion was over at this point. Maranur nodded to Darkus, spit out the chewing tobacco, lay down on the sleeping bag, snored, and fell asleep.

This cave is unusually wide, and the entrance is narrow and hidden. Four Reaper Ballistas are guarded at the entrance. If there is any movement, the trainers who take turns to guard will fire it immediately.

At this time, it was already morning, but the blizzard outside was getting heavier and heavier, with no sign of stopping. Darkus decided to stay in this cave for a day or two, waiting for the blizzard to subside, and then take this opportunity to take a good rest, and

Thanks to the previous giant wolf pack, there is still a lot of food and luggage to squander. The meat is sour, as long as it can be eaten.

"Weird, a little weird, too abstract." Darkus couldn't sleep, pacing silently by the campfire, and he kept thinking. Dorian's story mentioned the Phoenix Extinguishing Curse,

And the story is also extremely cliche.

The leader of the mountain people said that it was passed down before they moved to those hills thousands of years ago. The binding curse is a symbol of the leader's sacred right to rule the clan, and it has been passed down from generation to generation. When the eldest son reaches adulthood, the binding curse belongs to him.

This indicates that he will become the next leader.

The binding curse was indeed passed from the leader to the leader's eldest son. Nothing bad happened between father and son. When Darkus thought of this, he felt even weirder. It was like a cannibalistic society playing a concession system.

People find it funny and incredible. But just a week before Dorian was captured, the leader's eldest son went hunting as usual, but disappeared in a storm.

The leader sent Shadow around to look for his eldest son, and finally found one of his eldest son's boots on the bank of a nearby river. There were many black willows growing in that river, and one of the black willows was the most notorious. The mountain people

Called the Willow Witch, the black willow has claimed the lives of many Shadows.

Then Dorian's story begins. Only he can do this job. The leader will not let his second son find it. One is against the rules, and the other is that if the second son is found, the leader will most likely die.

The story became cliche again.

Birds screamed on the top of the mountain. On the way Dorian went, he saw a black-haired stag quietly foraging in the bushes. The bushes were full of animals of all sizes. Cheetahs howled in the shadows.

Hawks swooped over the bushes in hopes of scaring their prey into the open. Winged snakes basked in the sun on high branches, their leathery wings spread like fans to absorb the faint warmth.

Almost two hours after leaving camp, Dorian began to hear the sound of something heavy slinking through the bushes to his right. When he stopped, the sound stopped. He pulled out his hand crossbow.

, listening to the sounds of his pursuers slowly but surely approaching him.

Finally, Dorian reached the foot of a mountain and found a small clearing ahead. His first reaction was to rush through the bushes, but his pursuer was still following closely behind him, and his instinct prompted him to choose a different path.

Strategy. Quietly and nimbly, he climbed up a tree, carefully standing on a trunk still covered with light red leaves.

Dorian sat there, controlling his breathing, for several minutes. Then, without warning, the bushes under him parted. A huge figure appeared in front of him, which was a wild boar with a

Scarred, hard fur and two cruel, dagger-like fangs.

The wild boar stayed under the tree for a while, sniffing the air, as if listening to Dorian's voice. After another while, the giant beast looked left and right, and cautiously walked into the clearing.

"A wild boar, I was so frightened by a wild boar!" Dorian leaned his head against the main trunk of the tree, resisting the urge to laugh, and cursed softly.

Suddenly, there was a crashing sound in the air, and the whole tree swayed like a sapling. Dorian fell from the tree without being able to stand still, and when a black shadow swept in front of the sun

After a while, he desperately grabbed a nearby branch to stop his fall.

There was a loud bang in the clearing, and then the air was filled with piercing screams and groans.

Dorian climbed back onto the tree trunk again, looking at the scene in the clearing with wide eyes. The wild boar struggled violently under the claws of a wyvern, howling like a killing pig. The wyvern's mouth clamped on the thick wild boar.

on the neck, and then the wild boar's neck was broken, blood spread all over the open space, and the bones creaked.

"It has been on top of my head, waiting for its next meal and stumbling across the clearing." Under Dorian's gaze, the wyvern raised its head and examined its surroundings, briefly scanning him on the tree.

, he smiled weakly at the giant predator.

"I'm too thin and my body is full of cartilage. Just be content with the wild boar under your paws. Don't waste your time on a small piece of food like me."

The wyvern looked at Dorian for a while, with a dull and merciless expression. Then it grabbed the wild boar and rose into the air with its shoulders hunched.

Dorian heard the sound of flapping wings in the distance, but it took a while for his violently shaking hands to stabilize. He risked climbing down and continued to look for the river. He once again underestimated the steepness of crossing even without heavy armor.

Difficulty of rugged terrain on hillsides and foothills.

The climb to the top took a long time, with Dorian struggling to keep his footing on the slippery, icy ground and walking through tangled thorns and dense undergrowth. When he finally reached the top, he saw a

The relatively wide valley curved slightly to the northeast, and a black river rushed down the bottom of the valley, but he did not see the river bend described by the leader.

(End of chapter)