Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

275. Chapter 256 106 Marcelan

Author: The Fish Daxian who can’t swim

Chapter 256 106. Marcelan

The scene in front of him changed again. Darkus saw the main mast cracked and the wreckage of the gang battle scattered on the blood-stained deck in the daylight. He blinked and shook his head violently. When he saw it again

When he opened his eyes, a figure was rushing across the deck, holding strange weapons in each hand. The shape of the figure became blurred, became bloody and torn, and then disappeared again.

A wave of icy sea water washed over Darkus, and he fell, but he felt that he did not fall, but that his soul was hanging out of his body in an incredible vast space, filled with roaring winds and a lot of anger.

's soul.

When Darkus recovered again, he came to the land, and strangely the air was filled with the smell of sea salt.

At sunset in the evening, the fog rises.

Just when the body possessed by Darkus' soul fell asleep, he felt that the bedding was like a damp shroud, wrapping his body uncontrollably through the village.

The air became heavier and the fog became thicker and thicker.

Then the torches of the village night watchmen were extinguished, and everyone had to gasp for air just to breathe.

"Here they come!"

Those writhing sea dragons and giant beasts from ancient legends came to the village, and they were actually floating on the land! Their fangs and claws shone coldly in the darkness, swimming in groups along the walls of the village.

The night watchmen and militiamen were all slaughtered by sea dragons and giant beasts, while cruel phantoms danced wildly.

When morning came again, everything disappeared and everything returned to normal.

Darkus still didn't understand what it was meant to embody, what was its meaning? Or was it some kind of omen or destiny? In short, he didn't understand it either.

Suddenly, layers of ripples appeared in the sea, and slight waves rolled up like fish scales, becoming like a dream. In an instant, thousands of silvery light spots emerged, like a large group of pelagic fish following at the same time.

Like a bait ball looking for food, countless sparkling light spots began to move, position, and converge, and finally an elf-like appearance emerged and stood in front of Darkus' possessed body on the coast.

He emerged like this. Floating on the ground was the shining incarnation of Marcelan, summoned by Darkus like a ghost. Although Darkus did not do anything, but passively looked at it from a third-party perspective.

Watching.

When talking about the Lord of the Abyss, Matheran must first talk about his father Illinir.

The past story of Illinir, the Lord of Destruction, is very complicated. It is said that he once had more than a hundred descendants, each of whom inherited an aspect of his destructive nature. The father and the descendants together brought various kinds of things to the world.

He reveled in the harm caused to the Elves by such disasters. He was proud of his children, but he was also paranoid, fearing that his children would conspire to replace him.

Individually, the scions are no match for their father, but Illinir is wary of their combined power and keeps a close eye on them.

The temple of Illinir only exists on the Iron Mountains of Naggaroth, built on the deep valleys filled with lava in the mountains, and looks far away from the Temple of Ardaeus in the Black Ridge Mountains of Krakarond in the south, one to the north.

The pillared temple echoes with the chants of priests and the screams of slaves as they are thrown into the fiery abyss in exchange for His favors.

Finally, the mother goddess Elsa could no longer bear the pain that Illinir and her descendants had brought to the elves. She asked the gods to stop these destructions, but except for Loic, the gods turned a deaf ear.

The god of deceit, Loic used his magical wisdom to fight against Illinir. He made Illinir mistakenly believe that his descendants had evil intentions towards him.

Illinir listened to Loic's words and became furious. He chased and killed his descendants one by one, devouring his descendants and regaining the destructive power that their descendants once embodied. However, this also weakened him, and he could no longer

will be restored to the level he once was.

Among all the children of Illinir, only five children survived by chance, namely Ardaeus, the Bringer of Fury; Estrekh, the Lord of Hungry; Hakon, the God of Earthquakes; and Draeus, the Queen of Vengeance.

Cora and the Lord of the Abyss, Marcelan. They hid in the medieval world and never returned to the God Realm, for fear of following in the footsteps of their brothers and sisters.

I won’t go into details about the God of Fire, Ardaeus. Darkus has contacted this man before and has not done what he promised him for ten years. However, ten years is only a short time for these gods.

A short moment.

The Lord of Hungry, Estrekh survived the wrath of his father and fled to the medieval world. He has stayed in the medieval world since then. It is not known where he is. Anyway, don't pretend to be an elf.

Just go to the Cawchen Plain in the Lustria continent.

The God of Earthquakes, Hakon, like his brother Estrekh, may only be known to Moraygor Heggar where they are.

Queen of Revenge, Dracora is the least talented among the Illinir children. She is very willing to help the elves take revenge. She spends most of her time away from the other gods. At the same time, she is also the goddess most worshiped by Aslay's wanderers.

.Although He will give blessings, this does not mean that there is no need for reward. He will also ask for rewards from believers.

If everything had been normal up to this point, the trap would come. But in fact, Dracora was often laughed at by her brothers and sisters because the Illinir heirs had the power of large-scale destruction, and he only

Possessed of subtler gifts, the evil fruits of which blossom only with patient tending.

When the mother goddess, Elsa, cried over the disasters that Illinir and her descendants had brought to the elves, Dracora saw an opportunity. It was He who turned Elsa's sorrowful tears into bitter fragments, and it was He who lit the fire.

Elsa's grief, until Elsa's desire for revenge burns brightly.

Dracora, the most vulnerable of the Illinir descendants, thus led to the demise of his brothers and sisters. Those Illinir descendants who survived Elsa's grief were always cautious towards him and never dared to offend their sister again.

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All the Druchi knew the story, and treated the Queen of Vengeance with caution, giving Dracora a level of respect that his own family did not. The Druchi believed that Dracora favored their revenge against their cousin, for no revenge

Would the Queen deny a race that had been so gravely wronged?

However, the fact is that Dracora gives equal support to the elves of Ulthuan and Naggaroth. The desire for revenge is burning on both sides of the ocean. The Queen of Revenge does not need to take sides. She will help any elf with a burning desire for revenge.

, regardless of its status or reasons.

The last of the Illinir children is the Lord of the Abyss, Marcelan.

Followers of Marcelan usually wear blue, green or cyan robes and Kaitan. Of course, these dyes are usually very luxurious, and they can usually only wear brown Kaitan. The sea dragon skin will come with its own painting, but this one is more luxurious, only

Only elite pirates or dignitaries could afford it. A few also carried some golden ornaments and some shell ornaments that were sacred symbols.

Many Old World scholars suspect that the cult of Manann was actually an adaptation of the cult of Mathlann by the human inhabitants of the Old World.

The Tilean people in the southern city-state use a different name for Mannann. They call it "Mathann", which is very similar to the name of the elven Lord of the Abyss. This may be because the Tilean people first came from the Abyss.

This deity is known from translations of ancient scrolls left in the abandoned colonies of Sur.

Whether the gods are one and the same, or whether Mannarn, the human god, and Marcelan, the elves' god, are both the same, is unknown, although the similarity of the names lends weight to this theory.

The image of Marcelan presented to Darkus was that of an angry elf. He wore a helmet decorated with a huge net hook on his head. He wore silver mail armor made of fish scales and held the Cruel Hook in his right hand.

, holding the Wrath-Suppressing Spear in his right hand.

Darkus could feel Marcelan's anger. This anger seemed to come from the darkest depths of his heart, the moment when the most primitive desire in his blood was released. He always felt that Marcelan's shining incarnation would disappear in a second.

Rolling up like a raging tide, it violently attacks the enemy.

This is the power of the sea. This is a kind of anger that has been suppressed for a long time. The release of anger will be unstoppable and irreversible! This feeling seems to motivate Darkus, making his blood boil and produce

A strong urge to destroy.

The powerful Wrath-Suppressing Spear made numerous explosion sounds. To Darkus, it was an illusory weapon composed purely of energy. Thousands of years of suppressed anger accumulated on the spear blade, and it was finally forged by rage.

The other hand wields a barbed scythe, using it to trap stubborn enemies and drag them into the deep sea.

Even Darkus could imagine that on the battlefield, the shining incarnation of Marcelan was like a living rainstorm, carrying rapids and soaring straight into the sky, then rising to the sky, turning around, and swooping down! The rocks will also be destroyed!

The waves invaded, and they were shattered into pieces under the roar of the waves. The shining incarnation of Marcelan fiercely hit the enemy, blasting them into pieces, and the broken limbs were swept away by the torrent behind them. In this feast of killing

, the shining incarnation of Marcelan is extremely aggressive and extremely violent.

No regrets, no care.

In the midst of killing, one becomes blind.

A spirit of vengeance, pouring out its wrath.

"If you stare at the ocean, you are already standing in the abyss. You know that the tide is falling, but you don't know that the rising tide brings new light." The shining incarnation of Marcelan looked at Darkus and said slowly.

After saying that, Marcelan's shining incarnation changed from the image of the storm to the image of the ocean. His clothes were still the same, but the helmet he wore became shell-shaped, and the weapon held in his left hand became

The trident, the weapon in his right hand turned into a deep sea scepter.

Darkus knew that this calm posture in no way meant that Marcelan lost any strength. It was just like the surface of the sea was calm, but there was huge energy dormant beneath the sea.

Marcelan's shining incarnation waved the deep sea scepter, calling out waves of despair in the vast sea. If it weren't for Darkus's firm will, he would feel helpless at this moment. A moment later, a disgusting sea fog appeared.

, the combination of the sad notes and the calm ripples of the sea calmed down his restless anger, and then he fell into a state of long sleep, never waking up.

Seeing Dacus's delay in responding, Dulias stepped forward and waved his hand in front of Dacus's eyes. Only then did he realize that something was wrong. His heart was beating suddenly and rapidly.

He didn't dare to touch Darkus, he was worried that something else would happen, so he could only look back and want to call someone over.

"Uncle, I'm fine." Just as Dulias opened his mouth, Darkus broke away from the illusion. He saw Dulias's movements, exhaled lightly and hurriedly interrupted Dulias.

S.

Dulias stopped the urge to shout and turned his head to stare into Dacus's eyes, with a look of worry and doubt on his face.

"I'm really fine." Darkus was completely out of the illusion at this moment. He saw the look on Dulias's face, chuckled, turned around and leaned against the fence, trying his best to

Look away from the darkness in the distance.

In the deep underground sea, a raven appeared out of thin air and landed on Darkus' shoulder.

(End of chapter)