Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 213 63 is destiny!

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

Chapter 213 63. For destiny!

Pain and rage exploded in Malus's chest again, spreading throughout his body like a scorching fire. He felt his blood vessels constricting, his muscles twisting like snakes, and then they expanded with vigor, clinging to him.

The inside of his armor. It felt like a rough beast curled up in his skin, just waking up, hungry for blood. When he raised his head and howled, the sound had no resemblance to his own.

"Mother!" Malus roared hungrily, his face full of ferocious ecstasy, and he just wanted to hold his mother's beating heart in his hands.

Malus rushed towards his mother, and the low-level sorceresses raised their hands to cast magic. Flames appeared out of thin air and streaked across his chest like lightning. The flames penetrated his breastplate, burning like a blade, and penetrated deeply.

The ground pierced his chest, but the beast inside could barely feel the pain.

The low-level sorceresses screamed in Malus' deadly sword dance, blood splattered, and torn corpses fell to the ground.

The last low-level sorceress pounced on Malus, her fingers turning into long sharp claws.

However, it was of no use. Malus swung his sword and cut her in half, leaping over the rain of blood and internal organs and leaping towards his mother.

At this time, Eldir had already exited Malus' control, receding like a shadow under the moon.

When his mother disappeared from Malus' sight, he stormed into the tower roaring with rage.

Druchi, who was watching from the main tower, couldn't help but booed when he saw this scene.

"Maybe my decision just now was a mistake?" Darkus pretended to be embarrassed and touched his nose, questioning himself jokingly.

The Druchi present burst out laughing again. They all knew that this was not a self-denial question from Darkus, but a joke, although the joke was not that funny.

"Five minutes? That should be enough! This is my last mercy." Darkus took out the pocket watch on his belt and looked at the time before saying in a commanding tone.

The whole tower seemed to tremble with the arrival of Malus, who climbed the stairs and chased his mother like a hungry wolf. He continued to run, seeing nothing but his mother's pale face. He forgot that the magic was against

He was hurting, but he could feel his skin melting, his muscles fraying, his armor falling to pieces, shoulder straps burned through, joints torn apart by savage spells, himself charred

The smoke from his flesh wrapped around him like a shroud, but the beast within him would not give in!

Eldir is always out of reach, far away like a dream.

Malus's feet landed on another flight of stairs, this one steeper and narrower than the others. He was shrouded in darkness, reaching toward the haunting vision of his mother. Without warning, he emerged from the darkness.

, the darkness around him dispersed like a shadow, and he found himself standing on the top of the monastery's square tower.

Eldir stood not far from Malus, staring at Malus.

Malus pounced on his mother without hesitation, and just as his mother uttered a spell full of terrifying power, he found himself wrapped in a chain of fire. The beast inside him roared with madness and hatred, and he

He writhed and struggled under the magical restraints, but his mother's magic held him firmly.

A shadow fell over Malus, the spell his mother chanted froze the air around him, and invisible, cold fingers dug into his chest. He doubled over, screaming in agony as his mother used her

Will against the violent soul within him.

At that moment, there was a dispute of will between mother and son. Neither one could refute the other, but Eldir had the power of the monastery to use. Slowly, the power of the beast in Malus began to weaken. The beast was like a flame that lacked oil.

As shriveled, growing weaker under his mother's strength, he felt his sanity return. He lay on the ground, trembling and unconscious, the murderous fire fading away beyond his comprehension.

ability.

Then, Eldir pointed his slender fingers at Malus's face and issued a spell again, and his body burned again.

Lines of transcendental pain burned on Malus's skin. He lay stiffly, completely suppressed by the power of pain and unable to move. His eyes widened as he watched the twisted flames rising from his skin.

Realize how these strange things form the shapes of symbols.

Eldir was burning Nagalia's magic from Malus' body, and when the magic was lifted, Malus's buried sanity resurfaced.

The illusion faded, and Malus was no longer the powerful man of Hagrid Grave, no longer the Dread Lord, no longer a hero or a leader. He was an outlaw who had betrayed his oath and honor. He was like a

A spent arrow lay broken on the hard stone, and he shed angry tears.

"You... knew I would come?" Malus, with tears streaming down his face, looked up at his mother and asked.

"This was foreseen, I am a sorceress." Eldir stared at her son coldly, and after a moment she said with a smile.

"But why? Why you and not Draka?"

"Time is running out, my son. The Witch King's Hand and Draka knew of your arrival in advance, just like he knew that you would go find the soul dagger, and made a fake one in advance to replace the real one."

"What?"

"The city and the night governor are meaningless to a druch like her, not anymore!" Eldir ignored Malus's question and continued to talk to himself, "She doesn't care about Isvar.

The goal, or Verlan’s goal, or your goal. Nagalia returned to Hagrid Grave just for the purest motive, revenge!”

At this moment, Malus noticed that the sky was stained with red light, and he felt the spire beneath his feet trembling.

Hagrid Grave is burning!

From where Darkus stood, one could see crumbling buildings and pillars of fire rising high into the night sky, vast arcs of fiery destruction cutting through narrow streets and buildings, steam rising from terrible fissures in the earth, edged by

The molten stone begins to sparkle.

Darkus saw a pure yellow-white light, and a ribbon of fire broke through the ground and slid through the workshop like a destructive worm. Wherever the ribbon touched, the stone melted and cracked, and the house burned with blazing fire. The flames were in the worm's body.

Squirming and falling apart, it only took him a moment to realize that the sparks were the burning Druch corpse.

"Fire of Asuryan! Action!" Darkus knew it was time, and he ordered immediately.

"Nakalia has gathered her worshipers, she has found a spell to disturb the sleep of the city's Druchi, and now they are venting their wrath on the city." Eldir said.

"Sleep?" Malus asked, a memory flashed through his mind, and Nagalia's admirers silently jumped into the pit.

"This is a huge world. Although we laugh at human beings' stupidity and short life, compared with the time this world has existed, we are only a little older than them. Countless races have come and gone, and countless empires will never exist.

The ups and downs in the endless years. Some legends say that a worm empire sleeps in the burning heart of the world, and these are just some children and babies outside." Eldir walked to Malus and looked at the ruins outside.

.

"Tunnels? Will they destroy the city?" Malus asked, and he suddenly realized how the tunnels under the city were dug.

"No stone will remain, which is why you must stop Nagalia." Eldir said, she thought for a moment and then said, "And quickly, the Hand of the Witch King and his powerful group of sorceresses

If they intervene, you must get ahead of them."

"Time is running out, my child. Let's make a long story short. Nagalia tried to kill me because she believed I was the only force in the city strong enough to stop her. She was there when you first arrived in Nagalia.

She used her power to shape you into her weapon while on the Gor, fueling the impulse with the demon's own energy, but erasing the possession of Zarkhan's memories from your mind so you wouldn't suspect

Nothing until it’s too late.”

Malus's face almost twisted into a grimace when he thought of demons, and he could still feel Zarkhan inside him, weak but omnipresent.

"Zakhan! You know?" Malus exclaimed, and he seemed to realize something. The meaning of his mother's words was like a heavy physical blow to him, like being hit by a hammer.

On the chest.

"Of course, it was my conspiracy that made you go north!"

Malus was shocked and speechless for a moment.

"Nakalia has been doing your bidding?" As the city died behind Malus, all he could hear were his mother's words, over and over again in his mind.

"I'm sure she didn't think so at first, but yes!" Eldir replied, and suddenly she reached out her hand and placed it on Malus's cheek. Her hand was as cold as marble, even though it was weak

The touch also made Malus' skin tingle, but Malus did not retreat.

Shrinking, she continued to say proudly, "You are the culmination of all my efforts, my child. From returning to Hagrid Grave with Lehan, poisoning Lehan's wife and youngest child, to becoming Nagali

Asia’s secret patron, everything I do and more is for your success!”

"But why? Does it have to do with the damn prophecy? And my fate?" Malus tried to imagine the mess of operations his mother described, the scale of which shocked him.

"You decide your own destiny, kid, and good for you, everything in this world is defined by actions and reactions. If you stab a man, he's going to die, isn't he? When a man reacts to his surroundings

When the forces of the world react, he becomes a link in a chain of events stretching back to the beginning of the world. When he is stabbed, he dies. This is his fate, don't you see?

"Nakalia said sharply.

"When a person's behavior is affected by surrounding events, he is acting according to fate." Malus frowned and asked.

"Exactly, divination has nothing to do with magic, Malus, although it is a gift that few possess. Seers intuitively interpret cause and effect, discerning how future events will unfold. A prophecy is a possible outcome that may occur in a given day.

The outcome of a series of events years, ten, or a thousand years later. They can occur of their own accord, or come about by design, if one has the foresight to plan them." said Eldir.

"And you deliberately put the prophecy into practice? You forced this future on me?" Malus's thoughts were spinning rapidly, trying to understand the meaning.

"Yes."

"You sent me into Zarkhan's clutches for a prophecy?" Malus asked with his eyes widened in horror.

"You are my child, Malus. I have the right to treat you as I wish." Eldir said coldly.

"If you know so much, if every step of my life has been planned by you before I was born, then please tell me, do you see my future?" Malus struggled with new anger.

Some people questioned angrily.

"Your destiny, you mean? Yes." Eldir said, looking at the burning city outside.

"Where does it lead?"

"For your destruction, fire, misery and slavery."

"O Night Mother! No. You are wrong, mother. I won't allow it!" Malus whispered, fighting against the rising tide of despair.

"So you rejected your destiny?" To Malus's surprise, Eldir smiled mysteriously.

"Of course!" growled Malus.

"Well, that's easier said than done. For too long, you've allowed yourself to be affected by the actions of others. You live every moment thinking you're too quick or too smart to be affected by the consequences of your actions.

But all the while, you put yourself at the mercy of fate and see where it takes you."

"What if I reject fate, or choose my own path... so what?" Malus asked, thinking about his mother's words.

"That will be your decision, and over time you will discover that everything that has happened to you so far has been a gift. You were given great potential, and with Lehane's death, you lose your

Everything you ever cherished or desired." Eldir looked at Malus, her eyes shining. She grabbed Malus's hand and raised it to Malus' face.

Malus saw thick, sticky black blood vessels and dark, rotten skin.

"Fate can never touch you again unless you allow it. Choose your path, lest anyone else choose it for you, and glory beyond your dreams is within your grasp."

"Very good!" Malus looked at his mother for a moment, trying in vain to understand the purpose behind her dark eyes. Slowly, he clenched his fists and said.

"Once you have dealt with Nagalia and retrieved the relic, you must search for Kane's Warp Sword in Hal Goncy. Proceed with caution in the Executioner City, where your brother Urai is waiting for you,

He is planning to take this sword as his own. Then you must go to Grond. The real soul dagger is in the hands of Morathi. You must find a way to get it." Eldir said.

She took out a ring from her arms and put it on her horse

On Ruth's finger, he continued, "Take this, you will not be able to return to Hagrid Grave after tonight. With this ring, we can talk to each other whenever the moon is bright. But it seems that not

It's a chance. I predicted your future, but I couldn't predict my future, but I know I won't survive tonight. This ring should be regarded as a commemoration between our mother and son! Now you have to go! They

It’s already here!”

"Who? Who will kill you? The hand of the Witch King?" Malus asked coldly.

"Yes, they are already here. I will hold them back. You go find Nagalia, and hurry up! The two holy objects are in her hands." Eldir urged.

"Say hello to the Hand of the Witch King for me." Malus glanced at Eldir one last time and smiled bitterly. He said and jumped into the red night. When he fell into the darkness, his cloak resembled

It tumbles like a dragon's wings.

Magic enveloped Malus as he fell, slowing his descent until his landing was no less difficult than walking down the stairs. He landed without hesitation and began running, toward Nagalia's spire.

Eldir turned around and saw Drusala, who was the first to come out with a black willow staff. She was a little unbelievable, even jealous. She had seen Drusala when she was in Golond, and Drusala's

The fate should not be like this, but because of her beauty, she was cursed by Assati and turned into a body that was manipulated or an ugly Medusa, but now Hecate and Assati are two sisters who can't deal with it.

The blessings can actually appear on Drusala at the same time.

"I didn't disturb the meeting between mother and son, did I? Dear Ms. Eldir." Darkus slowly walked out of the teleportation, and the sorceresses filed out in front of him.

Eldir looked at the other Druchi who came out of the portal. She also couldn't sense their fate. The strange thing was that she felt that some Druchi should have died long ago, but now they appeared.

In front of her, standing intact in front of her, she even thought for a time that these Druchi who were supposed to be dead were walking zombies controlled by magic, but they were not!

"It's you!" It wasn't until Eldir saw Colonia and Darkus walking out of the teleportation array that she understood everything in an instant. She had seen Colonia, the one in Hagrid.

A sorceress who briefly appeared next to Malus when he was Leif. She was even more shocked when she saw Darkus, and she seemed to know why Darkius exchanged the fake for the real.

"I would like to solemnly introduce you to you. This is my cousin, Kelio Colonia Hellscourge! A high-level sorceress." Darkus said solemnly.

"The hand of the Witch King is the conqueror of fate. You can conquer his fate, but his fate will not affect you. Can you let him go?" Eldir lowered his head and asked humbly.

"No! But I will not kill him after all. He does not deserve such mercy! He will continue to follow the fate you imposed on him, just like you guided him and Rohan to find the soul dagger." Dark

Wusi looked at Eldir quietly for a while and then said. After saying that, he returned to the portal and disappeared from Eldir's eyes.

PS: I asked the question again, but there doesn’t seem to be anything...

(End of chapter)