Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 205 55 Prohibition of throwing objects at high altitudes

Author: The Fish Daxian who can’t swim

Chapter 205 55. It is prohibited to throw objects at high altitudes

Darkus couldn't see Hagrid Grave at all in the distance. If he hadn't seen the thick smoke coming out of the workshop, it seemed like the city didn't exist at all. He was already enjoying the early spring of Naggaroth in the wild.

I have been enjoying the scenery for several days, and only continued to move forward when I saw that the time was almost right.

Hagrid's Grave, also known as the Black Abyss and the City of Shadows, is built in a sinister and foreboding place at the bottom of a cold, dark gorge, surrounded by mountains of bare rock that stretch into the sky.

Surrounded by steep hillsides, the valley floor receives only a few hours of direct sunlight each day, and only a few rare sunny days a year. For most of the year, the city is shrouded in an eternity.

in the mist.

Night Governor Draka sent his steward and some retainers to greet Darkus at the city gate despite his busy schedule.

Darkus did not feel left out at all. He is a pragmatic elf, and he does not like formal things. What is more important than this is to obtain practical benefits. Besides, there is nothing in Druchi society to welcome distinguished guests.

There was a parade into the city, a military band, or a flower-laying by a teenager. What's more, there was no corn in Nagaros, and he didn't wave a corn cob in his hand.

“This is truly a city forever in shadow!”

It was the afternoon, when the sunshine in Nagaros was relatively abundant, but Darkus did not feel the sunlight shining into the city at all when he was walking in the city. The only thing in the city was the weak, flickering light and green light of the magic fireball.

Glittering like will-o'-the-wisps in the corrosive mist that drifted through the streets. And he felt a knee against his throat.

He couldn't breathe! Kryon (noun, a mask, usually silver or gold, worn by Hagrid Grave's powerful men to protect their faces from the fog that swept over the city.)

It felt even more uncomfortable than the mask he wore before, but he had no choice but to wear it. He would rather wear this than be baptized by black magic.

In the eyes of Darkus, this is a place full of distortion and mystery. The eight black towers in the city rise from the bottom of the canyon, like the fossilized remains of some weird cephalopod. These eight

The tower represents the power of the eight families of Hagrid Grave.

Various strange shapes and large and small walkways, platforms and bridges are built between the towers. Some are made of withered wood and soot-stained bones, while others are made of jagged black marble.

, or woven from the silk of a giant spider.

It is also filled with very large platforms, supported by brackets made of black steel and black marble. Most of the city's citizens live in these places, huddled in crooked buildings made of cinder blocks and fire-blackened wood.

in the house.

The narrow environment, coupled with Druchi's nature, ensures that conflicts can turn into violence with alarming regularity. Some unlucky souls who accidentally cross the street network will have their throats slit, and their bodies will be thrown into the sewage and sewage that covers the canyon floor.

In the mire of carrion.

At least in Darkus' eyes, it was similar to the Black Ark Temple of Malice, with a dark version of the beauty of a mountain city. From time to time he would see unlucky people falling from the edge while riding. According to reliable sources

The city guards and field troops in the intelligence city were constantly gathering at this time, seemingly preparing for a decisive battle with the Nagor's army.

As analyzed by Dakius's white paper fan, the current Varahar Isvar, the current Haggge Gref, did not have a sign of the army.

Then, then

At this time, there is no city guarding the law and security in the city. This has exacerbated the conflict and contradiction between neighborhood neighborhoods. It can be described as revenge and revenge.

"If I am Hye Gref's Ye Director, I will definitely release a prohibiting high -altitude parabolic in the city." Dakius saw another unlucky egg falling from a high place to the front of the team.

Like watermelon, horrible pictures should be put on mosaic, and he can't help but think about it.

The team did not stop, the thick and powerful hind legs of the cold lizard kept stepping on watermelon, making a sour sound.

"In the future, you have to host the construction of the city in the Cocchen Plain. I only have one request. According to the layout of the Luscia Temple City, it is best to combine Trude's architectural style with the style of the temple city.

Together, I can't look like this. "Dakius called Water to tell him, and when he said, he kept his hand to the distance.

A smile on the side.

"Yes, adults. What should the city that is about to be unplugged?"

"The city of conspiracy, the city of Coros?" Dakius said casually, and shook his head again. He found that he was a talent who did not namitrate at all, and then he looked at Walter and Thunder.

kindness.

Waterman looked at Dakius, and didn't seem to understand the meaning of Dak Us.

"Hope." Renne next to him manipulated the cold lizard approaching Water, kicked Water with his feet, and said with a whisper.

"That's the taste! The long -lost taste." Dakius suddenly closed his eyes and felt the two Trudi speak lizards.

The outrageous is that Dakius did not understand the lizard human language at all at first. He felt that it might be because of the bloody vocal accent.

I just don't understand.

As a result, Dakius understood it. Chopap was bad. At first, he did not really teach Ryne at all. He had been playing Renne. He started to teach until he confirmed what Hessoa confirmed.

It is a fake lizard human language, just like speaking Chinese in Baya's tone (corresponding to the seal of the trading tycoon accident).

Dakius can understand the authentic lizard man, and he can also understand the text on the slate. But he will say three sentences, not writing, this is like a talent and loading module. You can automatically learn automatically.

Translation, but can also be translated automatically. When he communicates with the lizardman, he usually uses his hometown.

Water heard that the Lizardman in Ronnenecked Kahaka reacted, and then they began to communicate in the language of the lizard.

The curious eyes with the female warlock.

After a few words, Ren didn't say a few words, and picked his head to Water.

"Adults, the hope of the lizard man words corresponds to our language should be Esherell. If possible, add Har (the meaning of the city, the palace)."

"City of Hope, Hal Asriel? This is too hopeful!" Darkus muttered in a low voice and then began to think about it. He knew what Asriel meant, and Asriel was in the Elvish language.

Not only does it mean hope, but it also means despair. It can be expressed in different ways through intonation, context and voice.

The scene showed the meaning of the words. He began to try to read and understand. Hope represented the elves and lizard people, and despair represented the plantation employees dispatched from the old world. He felt that this word was really good, wonderful! He actually

I don’t want to be a joke, but I want to respect the customs of the lizardmen and Lustria.

"Why is there a fire there? Is there some kind of ceremony going on?" Darkus nodded and asked the butler who came to greet him in a joking tone.

The whole butler didn't know how to deal with it for a moment, and could only keep wiping the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead. Darkus shook his head. He felt that the butler's adaptability was a bit poor, but there was a burning fire there.

Things are really happening where the fire is.

Nasser was a native of Hagrid Gravedrucci. His father was a powerful master blacksmith. Unfortunately, due to the stupidity of the powerful twins' stupid sons, the powerful man's property and status declined rapidly.

The twin foolish sons' gambling instincts and ambitions outweighed their cunning and luck, and it didn't take long for their opponents to sense their weaknesses.

Within decades, this powerful man's property continued to be lost. His land was either seized or forced to be sold, and his twin foolish sons were both assassinated. Only a few relatively loyal retainers remained in the once proud and powerful powerful man.

, poor little estate and declining health.

Nasser grew up quickly and learned the skills and art of blacksmithing from his father. Due to his master's failed fate, he was forced to work hard in the smithy, and he even replaced the dwarf slaves who once tended his father's smithy.

, of course the dwarf slaves were forced to sell due to financial problems.

Nasser's shoulders were strong from the rhythm of hammering on the anvil, his hands were hardened and unyielding from the fiery heat and weight of the black steel, and his chest was stiff from the push of the massive bellows that fanned the furnace flames.

Becoming thicker. Unfortunately, as his size, skill, and strength increased, his elderly master's health deteriorated.

In the one hundred and twenty-seventh year of Naser's life, his life suddenly changed as Hagrid Grave went to war again. His master finally succumbed to the effects of age and the slow-acting poison, and the retainer

They gathered at the bedside of the powerful man and looked at his scrawny face.

The retainers made their own decisions. Some Druchi decided to leave and go out alone to look for opportunities or find new jobs and loyalties with other powerful people. Others, including Nasser's father, chose to stay.

Look after their master's house until a legitimate heir is found to swear allegiance.

Nasser and his father picked up the weapons and armor they had forged with their own sweat and strength and stood guard outside the gate of the manor. Because news of their master's death would spread quickly, powerful rivals would come to make trouble, and the city guard

He doesn't care about the fight between them, and Hagrid Grave has no city guards now.

Nassel did not see where the arrows on the street came from the streets. He just felt that something was smashed on his head. The darkness swallowed him and fell to the ground. He woke up.

When he was lying on the cold stone surface on the street, his eyes were blurred and his headache was severe. Slowly, he forced himself to sit up and look around.

"The God of Forging!"

Under the flashing witchcraft at the gate of the manor, Nassel found that he was lying in more and more pools of blood. His head was cut, blood flowed down his neck, soaking his Kaitan, but

The blood that gathered around him could not be all him. He shook his painful head and saw that his helmet fell next to him and was pierced by the arrow.

life.

Sadly, the father of Nassel was lying next to his helmet. His father's face was almost incompetent, soaked by blood, staring at him deadly.

The nearby voice attracted Nassel's attention. His sight was removed from his father's body. The sound was very close, but he was covered by the walls around the manor courtyard, but he saw the bears burning from the manor.

The voice of a stranger, the voice of the murderer. Nassel's throat made a painful and angry roar. He jumped up and grabbed his spear. At this time, the anger had dominated his thinking.

Nassel rushed into the open door he had been guarding. Three Trudech stood near the witchcraft, pointing at the burning manor house to talk about what he was talking about. The brain he was shrouded in the anger could not overcome what they said what they said.

He only saw the goal that made him angry.

A Trucch was wearing a bright red cloak inlaid, wearing shiny black steel armor on his body, and an elegant helmet and mask covering his face. There were two well -equipped soldiers with good equipment next to him.

In addition to a few steps, in the shadow of the door, there was also a figure that Nassel did not find, and the crossbow that would not reflect on his hand.

Nassel's intuition was reused, and he dodged the sudden arrow, but he reacted a step slowly. The arrow scratched his left eye and then passed through the bridge of his nose and passed the right eye.

"Wal!"

Just as Nassel's pain and anger roar, another arrow nailed to his lower armpits along the gap of the armor. The severe pain stopped his breathing and stopped his breath.

On the ground, he suddenly lost his vision. He couldn't adapt to this change at all. After a while, he seemed to adapt to some current situations, or the enemy's footsteps were too loud, too close, and before his response, he was taken away by a foot.

He fell down and let him collapse to the ground.

In the old world, Aisonolun Forest. The Doss Lord, who was hitting the iron felt at the starlight melting furnace, suddenly stopped the movement.

"Poor." The enemy shook his head and sighed at Nassel, and his tone exuded contempt.

Nassel feels that he is scared from the stomach like a vomit, and even overwhelms the pain of his wound. He is unprepared, he is injured, he is lying on the ground. He suddenly realized that his death was waiting for him.

He died, and he felt that his thoughts were frozen. He wanted to adjust his thinking to face this horrible doom.

The tone of the enemy's expression and the powerful and arrogant tone cut through the gap of Nassel being shrouded in despair. When the enemy lifts the blade through the decorative helmet to prepare a fatal blow, he is deep in his mind.

There are some tiny voices, but the sound is lifelike, firm, generous and powerful!

Nassel, who was the heart of Fuzhi, finally reacted. He abandoned the spear holding in his hand and directly reached out and pulled out the jagged short dagger on the enemy's boots.

Pan the bones and cut off the tendon. The enemy has no grid just now, screaming and falling on the ground to twist.

Nassel roared up and stood up, forcibly ignored the pain under the armpit, trying to lie on the enemy to pierce the jagged short dagger into the enemy's chest.

At this moment, the horror screams of the onlookers and the sudden sound of the arrows appeared again.

The crisp sound.

Nassel, who was slightly adapted to the blindness, heard the sound of the crossbow mechanism, he knew it was too late. He had no chance. He came back again in his mind.

One rolled away and avoided the arrow, he followed the sound from his heart and his mind, he stood up and ran out of the door. He had to run, he had to run away. He had to live.

! Live to get revenge, which is not a toothless behavior for Trudech.

There was another arrow on Nassel's calf. His injured leg was almost paralyzed, but he still insisted on it and became a stumble. He limped to the door. A new panic was driven by drive

Following him, his hands are trembling. His eyes are not dark, but a chaos. What is horrible is that a weird eyes appear in the chaos and shortly, and then disappear.

(Chaos is a state of expression after blindness, cold knowledge, not a black in front of me after blindness, not even black)

Tiring and blood loss made Nassel erratic, and the sound of arrows was constant in his ears. He suddenly felt lonely, as if he was the last soul in the world, as if the entire universe had abandoned him. In such a short time,

He lost everything, his father, his master, his home, and everything he cared about.

The Kane Assassin behind him looked at Nassel in surprise, and then looked at the crossbow in his hand. He felt a little incredible. He was confident in his own skills. There was no reason for such a close distance.

The arrows were all shot, flying next to Nassel just like the drawing.

"Jump!"

This generous voice came again in Nassel's mind. If he is familiar with here, he knows what he is waiting for him, but he still chooses to believe this sound.

Speed ​​up again, the healthy legs step on the edge, leap hard.

Drussara's right hand quickly stretched out, and a black -purple hand that appeared out of thin air held the Nassel who was about to smash in the team. He hung up above the Dak Us team.

"Don't hurt him, let him down." Just when Drussara was about to crush Nassel, Dacus's serious voice interrupted Drussara's movement.

(This chapter is finished)