Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 192 42 Druchi the Good Man

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

Chapter 192 42. Druchi the Good Man

Darkus stood on the cliff, smoking his pipe and watching the battle below with cold eyes. The two fear lords did not watch the battle, but rode down to join the battle on their manticore mounts.

This small to medium-sized battle did not require Darkus to do anything. The Dread Lord Venir Iceblade from the Kauak stronghold also agreed to send troops, although only four Centuries, two teams of Reaper Ballistas and a small team were sent.

Cold Lizard Knight. But he must send troops. There is still a chance of survival if he sends troops. If he doesn't send troops, he will just sit back and wait for death! He did not ask for spoils or future benefits. He only asked for one thing from Darkus, and that was to keep his life.

He would not hesitate to sacrifice his life even if it cost him his property.

Darkus once learned that a fear lord who was once a stronghold in Nagel only arrived on the morning of the Dark Council. In Malekith's words, "He was slow to respond to my summons. He only arrived this morning."

Arrive! I reminded him of his obligation, and the Harpy should take what was left of him to his tower before sunset. If Nagle's garrison thinks that their master has fallen victim to some lesser fate, I

It will be painful.”

In order to emphasize the fear lord, Malekith also made a clicking sound when Hadrica was still on the big round table, full of blood and flesh, and announced the fear lord.

The fate of the lord. Malekith then prowled around the seat, prowling among the shadows like a lurking tiger.

"Mourn not, he spelled his doom when he put the defense of his miserable stronghold above his duty to his master, and any one of you may suffer the same fate for disobeying me!" Maleki

Si suggested with feigned sympathy.

It was still early in the morning, and this kind of thing happened, and what about Vinir? He was simply absent from the last Dark Council. One can only imagine what happened after that and the fate that awaited him.

The success of a raid depends on various factors, such as the understanding of the enemy's intelligence, the adequacy of troop strength, the rationality and execution of the combat plan, etc. When performing a raid mission, you must attack at a rapid speed and try your best to

Avoiding being detected by the enemy and triggering a counterattack is what the Druch army is good at. The assaulting army is divided into several groups, led by captains. Through coordination and close cooperation, they try to sneak into the valley quickly to avoid being discovered by the shadow.

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But at this time, the shadow of this clan had already discovered the army that was attacking them, just as Darkus and the Fear Lords had expected, unless this clan also had the habit of hibernating.

The Drukhi army shouted the slogan "Druch, spear and shield" and held up their shields against the shadowy arrows. The surprise attack turned into a strong attack. The soldiers rushed into the valley with weapons in hand and immediately started a fierce battle. Swords and swords were intertwined.

, amidst the light of swords and shadows, the enemy and we engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat. Both sides attacked the enemy with fast and vicious attacks, using various techniques and moves to attack the opponent. Both sides had no thoughts of compatriots from Druch and were eager to kill each other.

Drusala and Colonia joined forces from behind to cast a small blade storm. The blade storm swept across the battlefield, frantically searching for traces of blood. Wails and desperate cries resounded through the valley, directly disrupting the shadows.

Deployment and counterattack rhythm.

In this battle, the courage and skills of the Drukhi soldiers were severely tested, because the shadows were not as easy to deal with as imagined. Although the shadows did not have heavy armor, they had a long and short distance that they had practiced hard in the cold mountains.

Combat skills cannot be ignored. Darkus vaguely saw a group of shadows holding giant blades rushing into the army, trying to set off a massacre. It did work at first, but was quickly killed by Darkus.

The followers fought back with magic and swords, and the power of the Shadows' final counterattack was neutralized.

The followers served as the fulcrum of attack on the battlefield, constantly guiding the Drukhi army to advance and fight. As time went by, more and more shadows were killed and fell to death in the snow and woods.

The defense line gradually collapsed. Fires began to burn in the longhouses and tents. Kuhaha in the army was still waiting to plunder some loot, so he would not set fire to it. It was obvious that the Shadows did not want to leave anything to the army.

After setting fire, the Shadows tried to retreat through the path, but they obviously thought too much. Two Centurions and Reaper Ballistas that did not participate in the battle were already blocked there, waiting for the Shadows to come. This waiting team

The army following the shadows saw the blazing fire. Cutting off people's wealth is like killing their parents. This hatred is irreconcilable. Faced with this angry army, the shadows can imagine what will happen next.

Rows of shadows with broken bones and broken jaws lay in the snow, wailing, waiting for Darkus's verdict. The soldiers were still trying to put out the fire. Drusala and Colo

Niya was also using black magic to help the soldiers. Several soldiers rushed into the longhouse risking their lives. One soldier ran out with a disgraced face carrying a rush-woven rug. Fortunately, the rug was intact and was not damaged by the fire.

Burn marks.

Drusala turned to Darkus and shook his head. The fire ignited by the kerosene was not as easy to extinguish as expected.

Darkus nodded, acquiescing to this result. He was a little unhappy, because these shadows themselves were not valuable, and many of the trophies were burned, so he had to give the soldiers more supplies.

As a reward and reward, after all, he wanted to maintain his image as a good man of Druchi. Then he picked the leader among the prisoners. Drusala nodded and understood what he meant, and began to identify the clan among the prisoners.

leader.

Quickly, Darkus put the two pieces of the Phoenix Extinguishing Curse together. The binding spell was perfect, but there was obviously one piece missing, but that piece was placed in the luggage under Malekith's Black Tower.

Darkus walked up to the clan leader. The clan leader looked at him as if he wanted to eat him alive. He shook his head helplessly, then squatted down and spliced ​​the two pieces of the Phoenix Extinguishing Binding Curse together again.

Showed it to the clan leader, just as he expected, the clan leader stared in disbelief with his eyes wide open.

This time Darkus nodded with satisfaction, stood up, and watched Dorian extend the index and middle fingers of his right hand to point at his eyes. The meaning was already obvious. He had no interest in having anything to do with this clan leader.

Are there any cordial and friendly talks and exchanges about how to eat living people? Is there something wrong? He doesn’t like this. He now strictly demands and flaunts himself as the Nagaryth elf, although the leader of the clan is also Nagaryth.

There was nothing to discuss about extinguishing the Phoenix Curse. He didn't think the clan leader knew anything about it. He might as well go to the Asuryan Temple to ask the autistic Phoenix Guards when he came to Ulthuan.

"Do you still know me? My dear chief?" Dorian took out his bayonet and walked up to the clan leader.

The leader of the clan let out another cry of pain, and one of his eyes had been removed by Dorian.

"Didn't I tell you, Dorian, that this job is too rough? Didn't you tell me before that there are special tools like this?" Darkus glanced lightly and said sarcastically and teasingly.

"My lord, that's what you said!" Dorian stood there in a daze holding the stabbing blade, then reacted and said.

"Here, there is." Cowell watched the excitement and took the soft leather bag from a soldier without taking it too seriously, and threw it to Dorian.

A roll of soft leather sewn with many pockets of different sizes. A handle made of bone or wood is exposed outside each pocket. Inside are large and small bone cutters and bone saws. Apparently these things are the same as what Dorian described.

, Darkus smiled, shook his head and walked away.

Soon a group of Druchi gathered around. At first they looked at the contents of the soft leather bag with the eyes of appreciating works of art, but soon started complaining in disgust. They didn't think it was any kind of work of art, at most it was just a piece of art.

A tool that is not easy to use.

"Those who kill will always be killed? What about me? Who knows?" Darkus thought as he listened to the ethereal wailing behind him.

"Have you found the witch doctor?" Darkus looked at Drusala and asked. The statue hasn't been found yet. Maybe it's still in the fire. In his opinion, the witch doctor is just a witch doctor, as if it's broken.

Like the goddesses in the inherited culture, they concocted some weird herbs and made some weird prophecies to claim that they were sacred and magic? He didn't think that the sorceresses of the northern and southern sects would recruit a witch doctor from the tribe. That would not be consistent.

In their interests, Shadow only needs to play the role of mountain soldier and scout.

"I haven't found it. Maybe it ran away? But the chance is very small. If it didn't run away, it would still be in the fire." Drusala shook his head and pointed at the medium-sized tent that was burning with fire.

"Stop being stunned and put out the big fire in that tent!" Darkus shouted directly.

Not long after, Darkus looked at the lifelike statue in front of him. The statue was indeed made of a strange black stone that swallowed light. It was as cold as death itself. The sculpture was a woman, sharp and slender as a knife, with cold features and eye sockets.

Deep. He was sure that this was the statue of the Pale Queen, because he had seen a relief of the Pale Queen in that council chamber. There was a trace of divinity hidden on the statue, which showed that the statue was indeed not simple.

"The key to the Kingdom of God of the Pale Queen? Then can I go to the Kingdom of God as a living person through the guardianship of Nisu, the gatekeeper of the ultimate gate, and borrow some elves' souls? Then install them in the hollow elves' bodies?

Well, things suddenly turned fantasy and science."

Eth Haiai is known as the "Pale Queen" and is the highest goddess in the underworld. Especially revered by the dark elves of Naggaroth, she is a god of the Thesarayi pantheon and belongs to the underworld, or the underworld.

God ranks second among the gods that Druch believes in. The first is the well-deserved unhappy little Dirty Kane.

Most Druchi do not care about the fate of their souls after death, but there are still some Druchi who worship the Pale Queen fanatically, and some Druchi often say: Mother of the Night, this mantra is on their lips, and

Equipped with rising and falling tones, it means different meanings in different situations and environments (similar to shit), the most typical one is Malus.

The Drukki hope that the Pale Queen will lend a helping hand when death comes, believing that it is far better to offer humble service in the harsh embrace of the Underworld than to suffer oblivion at the hands of Slaanesh. The Drukki consider themselves to be

Her betrayal was echoed in her destiny, which provided Druchi with some salvation from the hunger of Slaanesh, so that the armies of her kingdom were forged from the stolen souls of the elven dead.

In some legends, the Pale Queen attempted to seduce the elven creator god Asuryan, and when Asuryan rejected her, she became enraged, stole the souls of the elves' dead and hid them in the terrible realm of Hades, also known as the Immortal Realm.

"Black Pit". Talion, the King of Eagles (the ancestor of the giant eagles of the high elves), drove her to the underground world under the command of Asuryan. She has never forgotten Asuryan's contempt. She is dissatisfied with her role in the elves.

position in the Pantheon, so he deliberately tried to overthrow Asuryan's rule.

While Asuryan is outside the Pale Queen's portfolio, the elves are not, so the elves bear her wrath. If the Waystones of Ulthuan are destroyed, she will send her ghostly servants, the Reapers, to claim the elven souls

, and brought them to the underworld to live in eternal torment. At the same time, reapers also wandered in the forest of Athel Loren, capturing the souls of dryads. Only the most powerful souls of elves can become dryads, so

They are quite valuable. It was also mentioned before that Druchi, regardless of social status, would wear spiritual rings on their pointed ears, because at first they believed that the spiritual rings might help them resist the erosion of the reapers, but now it has become a fashion

trend.

Although belief in the Thessaray pantheon is prohibited in Assur society, some cultists do so. Worshipers of the Pale Queen hide themselves within Ulthuan society, and cultists are considered insane blasphemers.

, because cultists worship a goddess who promises the elves nothing but eternal torture and servitude in her horrific realm. Cultists will perform vile rituals, imploring her to send evil reapers to snatch away important Assur advisors,

The soul of a military leader and archmage.

Year after year, the Pale Queen's army continues to grow. Perhaps one day, her legions will destroy Asuryan's proud creations in repayment for his past insults.

"It's so fucking deceptive. Not many of them are reliable." Darkus thought for a while. He once again felt that these elves and gods were deceitful. Besides, why would he let a bunch of remnants of reincarnation in the previous world,

Standing on the head of the elf and flying? The thoughts and impulses in his heart became strong again.

Soon after, the team set off with a small amount of loot and a huge group of slaves. The identities of the slaves of the shadows were all identified. There was no plot of a rich man and young lady accidentally entering the shadow camp and being enslaved while playing in the wild, so there was no such thing.

He didn't need to do anything extra, and he wasn't going to send those Druchi who had suffered a pitiable fate to Lustria for recovery. Maybe relief was the best choice for them. Soon the team came to the strange star.

Nearby under the black willow tree.

"What a strong shasch wind!" Colonia said, pointing to the black willow tree.

Although Darkus didn't feel it, he felt that there was something evil here. This kind of evil refers to the evil door in Feng Shui, but he didn't understand the specific details. Anyway, the evil door was right.

"Is she dead? Has she become a spirit?" Darkus asked curiously. Maybe this is also a kind of tree man? Or is it another form of tree man?

Deep in the heart of every dryad resides the soul of a dead elf, but this is certainly not the fate of all elves. Only the strongest and most diligent souls can retain enough personality to become dryads. But

Most Asrai long to give up their mortal bodies and blend into the mist of the forest. Although their relatives and friends occasionally experience auditory hallucinations, as if they can hear their voices in the wind, this is just the loss of life.

It's just an echo. The spirits that became tree spirits were unable to leave the world of their lives, so they used rotten wood to shape new bodies, but the memories in their souls also dissipated and turned into another form.

The poor Drukki noble lady may have become in a strange state due to some kind of coincidence. It may be attributed to the magical wind that is too close to the chaotic wasteland, the strange feng shui, the yin willow tree and her own

resentment.

Colonia and Drusala looked at each other. Among the four sorceresses, they were the only ones who were good at this stuff. Then they shook their heads at each other. It was obvious that Darkus's question was for the two of them who were knowledgeable.

It's too out of line.

Originally, Darkos just wanted to lift the curse on Dorian. It would be better if these black willows could be made into the staffs of the sorceresses. With this new batch of evil equipment, maybe the sorceresses of the Tower of Destruction could

The strength can be improved to another level. Maybe it will be better now that the black willow tree has generated a spirit?

Darkus quickly called Dorian over.

"To untie a bell, you must tie the bell." Darkus eloquently said a Druchi proverb he created.

"Yes, sir." Dorian was stunned for a while. It took him a while before he seemed to understand what it meant, and the beautiful encounter began again.

Soon Dorian came back and shook his head helplessly. Darkus seemed to have ignored a question, that is, it is winter now, maybe the spirit is sleeping? Then why didn't the Shadows burn the willow tree?

Or destroy the willow tree?

After struggling for a while, with the help of Colonia and Drusala, the spirit was finally awakened. The spirit was very angry after being forcibly awakened from its sleep, but the power of the two sorceresses was stable.

He steadily suppressed the anger.

After Dorian and Jingwei had a unilateral conversation for a long time, the agreement was finally forcibly reached.

The captured shadows began to be dragged to the black willow tree for sacrifice. The scene was so horrific that Renn had no intention of recording it.

There was only the angry spirit in the soul, which had reached the peak stage of its form after a feast, but unfortunately, it was still suppressed and sealed in a piece of black willow wood by two sorceresses.

The curse on Dorian's heart was also lifted. After heaving a sigh of relief, he began to thank Darkus and said some oaths that were a bit weak, but he was quickly stopped by Darkus.

"I believe the clan mother will like the gift I gave her very much!"

After the essence of the black willow tree was extracted, it began to wither quickly. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Darkus's followers began to instruct the soldiers to cut the black willow tree that could not resist. Saws and chisels were all put into battle, and soon the trees were sorted out.

Loading the truck.

What followed was a long journey. After holding a not-so-grand spoils division and post-war settlement celebration at the Attorak stronghold, he gave the two fear lords, dignitaries and soldiers some of the previously captured loot. In his

The Druchi showed great satisfaction and happiness after distributing their wealth. Venir Iceblade, who was unable to protect himself, still accepted the gift despite all kinds of rejections.

He needs to cast a wide net and spread the reputation of Dacus's charity to the entire Druchi society. The loot, food, supplies and luxury goods are the least he needs. Maybe these connections can be used in the future.

?Jianghu is not only about fighting and killing, but also about human relationships.

Darkus' team set off again, but this time the journey was much smoother. The team did not return to the dangerous mountain peaks, but took the route of Gorund to return to Nagarund. Although the journey was a bit long, it was smooth sailing all the way.

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When the team finally arrived at the Golond Plain, light snow was still falling in the leaden sky, and the cold north wind whispered among the dark pine trees, blowing biting cold winds.

At the top of the ridgeline, Darkus stopped Silabulaji and surveyed the vast tundra plain. He bared his teeth in the biting cold wind. His cheeks and nose were dry and cracked by the cold, but the pain made him feel uncomfortable.

He remained awake and alert. His tired and sore body was swaying on the saddle. After leaving the scope of the northern stronghold, the team had not found a normal place to repair for a long time. People and horses were exhausted. Even the Dark War Horse and Cold Lizard seemed to have reached the end of their patience.

limit.

The prophetic tower of Grond stands in the leaden sky, like the black spear of a spearman. Grond is a very strange existence. It is only a city in the sense of its population and structural density. In fact, it is

It is a permanent military camp and a place to learn magic, and of course there is a gold mine. Its buildings are dedicated to military and magical activities. This fortress city has a hexagonal outer wall, about twelve meters high, with a

Wide enough for a troop of Cold Lizard Knights to ride abreast along the walls. Each corner of the hexagon was further fortified into a triangular bastion, which was a fortress in its own right, with its own barracks, armory, and storerooms. The bastion rose from the walls.

Several roads were extended so that crossbowmen and Reaper ballistae could fire at will and at good angles. Like the fortress, the city's two gates were also fortified by imposing gate towers, making any attempt to break through the iron gates

people may die.

"Is this also a kind of diamond fort?" Darkus looked at it for a while and shook his head, then looked at Drusala beside him. He had no intention of causing trouble in Grond. As Malekith's

He does not want to have too much contact with Morathi, let alone have close contact.

At this time, Drusala looked at Grond with a complicated expression. After feeling Darkus's gaze, she shook her head slightly.

Darkus nodded and suddenly thought of something. If he had any regrets at this time, it wasn't that he didn't see the Lema beast, but that he didn't see Medusa, right?

The team set off again, destined for Nagarond.

Countless snow, blood and hunger have left marks on the riders and mounts. There are dozens of scars from swords, axes and claws on the cold lizard's armor. The rough, greasy black fur cloak is in tatters, and the black fur underneath is in tatters.

The steel armor was tarnished and scarred by long wear, the robes and katan were stiff with old sweat, blood, and dirt, and the boots were covered with rags and fragments of deerskin.

The embarrassed Malus Blackblade's eyes were sunken and shiny, his sunken cheeks and thin lips were chapped. His cruel face was paler and his outlines were more clear-cut. At this time, he could already see Hagrid Graves.

's spire.

(End of chapter)