Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 190 40 Wonderful Encounters (still)

Author: The Fish Daxian who can’t swim

Chapter 190 40. Wonderful encounter (still)

Dorian approached the river. Although the time was shorter than he expected, he was not feeling well. He kept losing his balance and stumbling down the thorny hillside. At this time, his face and hands were all numb.

It was in tatters, still bleeding, and broken thorns were still stuck on his cheeks and chin. He had no time to care about these insignificant injuries, because the light was gradually dimming and the sun was about to set.

Unfortunately, as Dorian got closer to the river, the bushes became thicker and thicker, so dense that it was impossible to cross. He stood for a while, watching the river flow by, and suddenly made a decision. He drew his sword and tested the depth of the water.

After discovering that the water was not too deep, he stepped into the rapids up to his knees and began to move upstream cautiously.

An hour passed, and the sky began to darken. Dorian struggled with the rapids. He was already very tired, and his calves and feet were numb from the cold. He rounded another bend in the river, and there was another river in front of him.

Sharp turn.

Rising from the narrow patch of land where the river made a sharp bend was a broad black barrier against the leaden sky. A huge old black willow tree stood tall on the river bank. Even so far away

From a distance, Dorian could also see a large number of twisted roots, spreading like a tangled web into the cold river water.

Dorian felt like he was freezing to death. When the cold water stung his thighs, he tried his best to control his screams of pain. He forced himself to stop and think carefully about the terrain. After a moment of thinking, it was obvious that there was no good solution.

Solution. Thick bushes along the river bank obscured the land in the distance. He could see the tops of the trees, but not what was underneath. He could only move slowly to avoid making more noise than the river itself, heading towards

Pushing forward with that strange willow tree.

When Dorian approached, night had fallen. The willow trees glowed in the dark night, as if exuding a malevolent aura. He smelled a smell wafting in the wind, the smell of rotting flesh, coming from the star.

It was floating from the willow tree. The wind picked up at this time, and he realized that the branches of the willow tree were not swaying in the breeze, but seemed to be crouching there motionless, waiting for the next delicious meal like a predator.

The closer Dorian got to the willow tree, the louder the sound of the running water became. In the moonlight, he could see traces of foam and churning eddies of water on the downstream side of the willow tree. The rushing water was forced through the tangle

The roots form a strange countercurrent.

"No wonder this witch can eat people." Dorian estimated that there would also be a turbulent whirlpool on the upstream side. After thinking for a while, he decided to enter from the downstream side.

Dorian soon discovered that the closer he got to the willow tree, the deeper the water became, until he was forcing himself to wade through the water above his waist. The water was rushing against him first in one direction, then in another, trying to get through.

He spun around. He forced himself closer and closer to the willow tree, until he could finally lunge forward and grab hold of a thick root.

"Like rotten meat! Cold rotten meat!" The smooth and sticky skin gave him a strange touch, and Dorian shuddered in disgust.

Using the slimy roots as support, Dorian began to explore deep into the roots. Soon, his neck was immersed in the cold water, and the roots brought him closer and closer to the water. He may have entered the inside of the roots,

He was completely engulfed in this maze. As he continued deeper, he was surprised to find that a pale green light glowed from within, glowing like the mold of a tomb and providing faint illumination.

A few minutes later, Dorian came to a place where he was blocked by a thick tree root wider than his legs. The only way out was to swim under the thick root, and this idea struck him for the first time.

His thoughts stopped. He felt that the damp air smelled like a crypt where the dead were buried, and an atmosphere of fear hung over his head like a shroud.

"I didn't come all this way just to drown under a damn old tree!" Dorian was a little angry. The purpose of coming here was not to let his followers be eaten by those barbaric guys. Thinking of this, he just bowed down.

I swam through the roots of the big tree.

But the underwater space was much narrower than Dorian imagined, barely enough to support his head. He reluctantly took in a breath, but he exhaled again, and the biting cold made him take another breath.

Vaguely aware that the cramped space was illuminated by green mold, he filled his lungs with air and dived again, propelling himself forward.

"Further!" Dorian's head hit a stretchy tree root, and he tried his best to push himself lower and farther, his hands holding the mess above his head.

"Go back?" Dorian's lungs began to burn, and he resisted the panic.

The tree roots bent downwards sharply, with no end in sight. Dorian's chest turned from burning to pain. All he could do was not open his mouth and gasp for air, breathing in non-existent air.

Dorian turned around, struggling to keep his bearings in the darkness, when suddenly his ears were filled with a slow, painful groan. The entire tree roots around him were moving, and the water was moving with them, a powerful

The force suddenly pulled him up. He rolled in the whirlpool and hit a tree root as hard as iron. His hands and feet were caught in loops and sharp turns, his ears were buzzing, and the last breath in his lungs turned into

A trickle of water bursts out from the mouth and nose.

"I will not give in to fear!" Dorian's eyes suddenly opened in the chaos. The severe pain and numbness made him blink violently. He caught a glimpse of green light ahead. This time he held on tightly like a drowning man.

He used all his strength to get it.

Dorian's head surged out of the churning water, and the air was filled with a rotten, sickening sweetness. He began to pant violently, inhaling the unpleasant smell into his lungs.

Suddenly, a pair of cold, rotten hands grabbed Dorian's throat, and his eyes widened in shock. The light did not come from the mold, but from the figure of a woman.

Rotten skin hung down like melted wax on the woman's bones, which had darkened with age like dead tree bark. Most of her hair was gone, and beneath her shriveled cheeks, her lips had

Completely decomposed, only a deathly roar and struggle remained. Her eye sockets were empty, but Dorian could still see the burn scars on the edges and the rusty iron collar around her withered neck.

The woman kept silent and with hatred, pushed Dorian down until the sound of raging water sounded in Dorian's ears. She was not strong, but she seemed to have a strange magic power in her body, and she was tireless.

Dorian struck her rotting arm, feeling the bones bend like tree roots. Dorian's strength was rapidly draining away, and her bony fingers relentlessly tightened around Dorian's neck.

"Let me go! I'm not those mountain people, I'm Druchi from Naggarond, not those shadows that make you blind! Save my life!" Desperate Dorian held the woman's hand.

, until he could draw out a faint breath.

In that terrible second, nothing happened, but it was extremely long for Dorian. Then there was another muffled groan, and he felt the surroundings change again. The churning water calmed down and grabbed his throat.

His hand loosened at an eerie slowness.

Dorian was free, and he began to stride backwards, putting as much space as possible between himself and the woman. He was in a hollow of sorts, probably in the heart of the tree, the walls, ceiling, and floor made of

A network of strong tree roots.

Dozens of skeletons were pieced together, and the air was filled with the stench of decay, covering Dorian's nostrils and throat. He felt that his hand seemed to have touched something, and fell into a soft, pulpy paste. Condensation

Gel-like bodily fluids oozed from around his splayed fingers. He turned around to find his hand buried in the stomach of a dead shadow, and pulled his hand away from the mess with a disgusted frown.

The leader's eldest son, like other victims, was spread out on the roots of a tree. A ruby-made Phoenix-Extinguishing Curse hung under his tattered throat, and the Asuryan emblem engraved on it was still vivid.

Dorian turned to face the woman, his mind running wildly. It was obvious that the woman had been a slave filled with hatred before. She had escaped her captors, only to fall blindly into the river and die under the willow tree. He looked at the woman rotting

The body, he could recognize from the tattered katans the woman wore, had once been a nobleman.

In the hazy light and shadow, the tree roots seemed to penetrate the woman's body in dozens of places. It was difficult to tell where the willow tree ended and the woman began. The willow tree and the woman had become one.

"Listen to me, even when I walk out of your room, another son of the chief will be waiting nearby and kill me. He plans to make slaves of my warriors, just like he enslaved you. I want to watch him

A painful death, and I would gladly leave him in your hands. If you allow me to leave here with the curse around this corpse's neck, I will hand him and his men over to you. As a human being, I am with you.

The same Druchi noble, I swear to you!" Dorian said hoarsely.

The dark water lapped at the tree roots gently, insects crawled on the rotting corpse of the leader's eldest son, and the woman stared at Dorian quietly for a long time with her hollow eyes.

Suddenly, the roots moved again, stretching and contracting, pushing Dorian relentlessly toward the woman.

When the movement finally stopped, the woman stood less than ten centimeters away from Dorian, pointing a tree-like finger at Dorian's heart. Dorian knelt on the ground and screamed in pain.

After a while, icy air fell from above. Dorian looked up and saw a passage opening at a slight angle, leading to the dark sky outside. With the crunching sounds of muscles and skin, the woman quietly

Point upward.

"Your wish is my command, my lady!" Dorian lowered his head to the woman and said with a cruel smile.

The hanging branches and long black tendrils of the willow tree formed a curtain. Dorian hid the sword. When everything was ready, he turned and ran out.

"I know you are there! I got the binding spell!" Dorian shouted loudly, sounding tired and hurt. He walked a few more steps and fell to his knees.

Soon, the leader's second son and his men met a cruel fate, but the curse on Dorian's heart still existed.

"The statue, the binding curse, Dorian's curse, there are good things in that woman, and the black willow tree is definitely a treasure in heaven and earth!"

While Darkus was still thinking about Dorian's story, there was a sudden sound outside the cave.

(End of chapter)