Dark Eldar

"DK Legion," short for Dark's Dark Force. Originally a force of 500, it now has 492 remaining. Seven have been "killed," and one is missing. Dark is still "reflecting" (recovering) on ​​the hill. Disheartened, he has no interest in the whereabouts of the missing Dark soldier.

The chief vanguard had sent out small teams to search, but to no avail, due to hordes of "alien" creatures. They dared not venture too far.

"Respected Captain, what should we do next?" a vanguard officer asked the chief vanguard officer.

"Shh! This isn't a drill!—Are you out of your mind? Lord Dark is up there, don't say another word!" Judging by Dark's past temper, the vanguard officer who spoke earlier would probably already be executed. Dark shook his head; he knew in his heart: "Faced with a far more powerful enemy, my little tricks are nothing..."

Dark Lord's helplessness contrasts sharply with the Barbarian King (who is now resting) in the sheepfold of the Demacia Farm outside.

"Have you figured it out?" Demacia appeared and asked, floating in the air. (Shadow Clone)

Darke anticipated that Old Dema would arrive soon. If he needed to kill him, he would have done so already.

"I don't understand?" Dark asked humbly.

"Young man, let's talk. Is there anything you don't understand? Where did your former arrogance go? Is this all you're capable of?" Dema asked.

"I am Dark. Level 77! A Dark Messenger. I'm confident in my comprehension. I can even withstand two or three blows from an Old God, so why am I so utterly pathetic in your presence?"

"Haha! You've used the word 'cowardly' perfectly to describe it," Dema laughed heartily.

The chief vanguard has been deployed all around, ready to launch an attack on Demacia!

"You all stand down, this is none of your business! The location I pointed to is 2000 yards! Everyone, Blink there!" Dark gave the order. He knew there were some things he couldn't let the DK soldiers hear; it would be too demoralizing!

"Dark, you're something else, gathering an army on my turf?" Uncle Demar said.

"These dark soldiers are insignificant within your magic circle. You can capture so many aliens. I envy you! And they're 'alive'!" Dark exclaimed in admiration.

He still had to say the polite words. Dark Knight wanted Dema to state his demands quickly, or else die! Die! Die! Dark Knight faced a "multiple worlds" where "there are mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people"... He felt "despair"!

"You don't want to defeat me? Where has your ambition gone? You're not even as good as the Barbarian King; you don't even have the courage for revenge! At least the Barbarian King had the courage for revenge!!"

"Barbarian King?" Dark asked, puzzled. He didn't understand why Dema would mention him. He was just a minor character.

"The 'mystery' and 'essence' of magic lies in the unexpected! The secret of 'Fall' magic is: 'The Heart of the Barbarian King'!" Dema decided to reveal the secret!

"Oh, I see!..."

Dark Messenger Dark has escaped the "illusion"! (As long as the "medium" of magic can be found, the trapped person can easily break free. However, the "structure"? It is extremely difficult to comprehend unless one has a very high level of "skill".)

The sheepfold at Demacia Farm. The Barbarian King's snoring keeps the sheep awake...

"Barbarian King, please accept my apology. I regret your foot. Can you forgive me?" Dark bowed and apologized.

"I...I'm afraid I've already forgiven you, my lord." The barbarian king was filled with fear! He feared that this suddenly appearing dark messenger was up to some "trick" again.

"Thank you! Come out now!" Darke commanded.

All 492 dark soldiers appeared. Standing in perfect formation! Dark stood majestically overlooking the grassland.

He received a high-level "Exploration Quest" from Old Demacia! (Red)