Dark Eldar

"The undead's strength is nothing special. They even used the Zerg as scapegoats. Ludar, have you seen the latest news? Where did it come from? Can you track it down?" Dark asked in the Gludin council hall.

"My lord, you overestimate my strength. The magic I possess is less than one ten-thousandth of yours! I can only do humble tasks... As for Kevin Garnier's 'World Channel'? I only just refreshed it and saw it. Their war news is delayed by a full two days, and they can only see their own. If it were here, everyone would know the winner of each battle in less than a minute," Ludar said softly. Only the two of them were in the room.

Ludal was a master strategist; every word he uttered was carefully chosen. He strived to gain more of Lord Dark's "trust," meticulously ensuring his words perfectly matched Dark's previous statements. This was an art, a linguistic art, unfortunately mastered by only a few... ("The Art of Obsequiousness," Ludal's hidden, primal skill).

"Both dignified and without dignity." Otherworldly precepts 211.3. In otherworldly realms, elders also engage in "meditation" on this subject.

"You mean another world? What? You still want to go back to being that incongruous, rebel leader?" Dark was extremely intelligent, far surpassing ordinary people in wisdom; otherwise, he wouldn't have served as the "Dark Messenger," responsible for "managing" the dark elemental creatures. His current situation in Kevin Garnier was completely unexpected. After "reluctantly" receiving Old Demacia's red quest (exploring the lost empire—Kevin Garnier!), Dark gradually came to his senses.

"Nobody knows where they've gone, or even if they've been killed by Loki again? That's fine, at least General Krut (one of the Dark Lords) won't be counting on me anymore..." Deep down, Dark wanted to possess the same "powerful strength" as Krut. If he continued as the Dark Messenger in this alternate world? The chances were slim... Previous Dark Messengers had all been defeated by this "alternate world"! Defeated by Loki! Defeated by the "Mold of the Creator"!!

The Eight Dark Generals were terrified. They hadn't expected that a new generation of mages from another world could forge a "divine artifact"—the Hammer of the Creator?! It was, after all, an absolutely "omnipotent" sacred weapon.

Seeing that Dak seemed to be deep in thought, Ludall wisely and quietly left, his footsteps light, not wanting to disturb his "superior's" contemplation.

Kevin Garnier, the undead "Micirza" (commander), has returned to the undead fortress—"The Scarlet Lands." His companions, "Yunita" (female) and Pirez, two undead, dare not disband the party. Are they afraid their commander will launch a counterattack?

Mikielsa remained silent. As a level 70 control-type necromancer (main skill: Death Coil), he couldn't believe he had "retreated." In all previous wars, he had either won without even needing to participate or secured an opportunity for peace talks! ("Peace talks" is a despicable tactic of coercion, forcing city lords and village chiefs to hand over treasures in exchange for so-called "peace.")

This time it's different. With the half-human Mana hindering them, Mikielsa can't force an attack.

"Commander, who is the owner of that half-human secret letter?" The accompanying undead lieutenant, Yunita, asked gently, her voice distinctly feminine—she was a fire elemental necromancer. (Will-o'-the-wisp, burning color: green!)

"Unitta, you are not of a rank to know this. It is a private matter of our Necromancer's Cult," Michelsa said, trembling. Even the thought of the secret letter filled him with fear? This showed that the half-human Mana held a relatively high position among the Zerg.

"Do we have enough metal in our warehouse to 'offer'?" Michelsa asked the undead commander standing below.

"My lord, metal resources are running low. If we don't replenish them soon, our Crimson Territory might be reprimanded!" The undead commander's face showed fear. How could a skeleton like him feel fear? The commander's expression was rather awkward.

"Leave it to me, sir! I opened a battlefield in the southwest, and they've agreed to negotiate peace with us." The speaker was another undead in the group, Pirez. (T)

"Pirez, you know I've always trusted you! If we can't complete the offering, I'll melt down even your armor!" Michelsa threatened.

"I will serve the undead legion forever!" The undead Pirez quickly knelt down in a gesture of loyalty!

Each race has different movement patterns and styles. Some even add encouraging words, and some have special actions, such as proposing (/kneel), dancing (/dance), the "shake" dance, the "shrug" dance, and the "sexy" dance. The dance moves are also different... "/flap" imitates a chick flapping its wings.