Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 184 34. That's the same thing

The wind blows over the lying Dacius, who wakes up to the hollow moan of the wind.Slowly, painfully, he opened his eyes.He lay on his back against a leaden sky, arms outstretched.He struggled to swing his arms, preventing Drusala from feeding him the potion.

There was something big moving behind Dacius, and he didn't adjust the angle to see it.Shabulaji turned around and stared at its current owner with a blood-red eye.The side of the stupid pear was covered in dust of bone meal and bursting pus.

The wind ruffled Drusala's loose hair, and her face was covered in dust and blood, with obvious marks on her cheeks and chin.Her moving eyes are sad and deep-set, surrounded by dark circles of fatigue from overcasting.

"I didn't make this potion, it's Colonia, your sister." Drusala hesitated for a while, holding the potion in her hand, she said with a cold face.

"Then this is even more undrinkable!" Dacius reacted even more after hearing this. He had a sense of resistance to the things produced by the sorceresses, both physically and psychologically, just like the first time he woke up. At that time, Alyssa made black and thick soothing soup, and he poured it directly out of the porthole.

Geneviève walked over at this time, squatted on the ground and handed the sea dragon skin water bottle to Drusala, and took the potion from Drusala's hand.Afterwards, he took out the Blade of the First Men from his bosom, inserted it into the holster on Dacius' thigh, nodded at Dacius, got up and left.

Dacius drank it greedily, and after taking a few sips of hot water, he felt radiant again. He didn't ask anything, didn't sigh, and didn't even ask if his legs were still there, because he stretched his toes, The nerves and feeling in his toes gave back that his legs were still there, and he quietly looked at Drusala's beautiful face.It's been half a year and he still hasn't figured out what's hidden behind Drusala's face. He wanted to raise his arm to touch Drusala's face, but he retracted it, not because of self-preparation or anything A messy state of mind, but because he was still wearing gloves, which still had sticky blood and strange fluids on them.

Drusala didn't resist, but put her face on the glove, holding Dacius' arm tightly with one hand, and touching the cold bloodstain on Dacius' cheek exuding black magic with the other hand .

Dacius still looked at Drusala quietly and didn't say anything. He wouldn't be so stupid as to ask Morathi, Frostblade, the Wordless and Medusa when he was weakest.

"I've made up my mind." Dacius said suddenly without beginning or end.

"What?" Drusala couldn't help but ask after waiting for a while before reaching the second half of Dacius' words.

"We will get married in King's Landing Ulthuan! In the Asuryan Temple, under the witness of the gods, our relatives and friends, His Majesty the Phoenix King, Malekith, will officiate the wedding for us! We will Have a wedding of the century, and we will rule Ulthuan! No matter how difficult it is! I promise!"

"Hmm!" Drusala stared at Dacius in a daze for a while, she was imagining the scene that Dacius depicted, she nodded firmly with a smile.

"So! If you have any unspeakable secrets, you must tell me!" Dacius first drew a pie, and then circled around.

Maranul limped into Dacius' line of sight, his left shoulder shoulder armor was missing, his black steel armor was covered with marks, his hair was disheveled and blown by the wind, and his face was still stained with blood , a little embarrassed, there is no doubt that these bloodstains are his own, because the dead have no blood to shed.

"How do you feel? My brother."

"It's like I died once, and then I came back to life again." Dacus looked at Maranul and said, pointing to his neck when he said it, and motioned for Drusala to find something to help him Pad it.

Maranul looked at Drusala's leaving back with fear, and then shook his head slightly.

"It's an interesting thing. When Kewell was cleaning the battlefield, he saw one of his ancestors. That ancestor had the emblem of the Mogar family on his body, and it happened to correspond to the content recorded by their family."

"I still don't understand why this army appears here, the sinister peaks?" Dacius was a little speechless and puzzled, but also felt a little ironic and comedy?
"And after thousands of years, this battlefield has been here, and the group of mountain people who have degenerated into shadows have not been found yet? Why did we meet them?" Malanur turned his head and said after he spat out the black water , He thought about something again, and then said, "Fate? Maybe you are good at this illusory thing, or those mountain people who knew the secret broke the inheritance in the years after they came here? Who knows. Anyway, we are the winners. "

"Where are the casualties?" Dacius didn't bother with this issue, and if he really couldn't do it, he would find out after having a friendly exchange with those mountain people.

"Four followers have returned to the arms of Urs Hayai, and the rest are more or less damaged. Some of them may have to travel on the chariot for the next journey." Maranul said at the same time When he was sitting, he turned his head to indicate the direction, and continued, "Five of the Cold Ones died, and the rest were injured, but they are all fine. You know about the Cold One. The good news is that the spoils are very rich, very Rich. The bad news is we can only selectively pack some."

While the Dacius brothers were talking, Drusala came back, and she found a sleeping blanket in the baggage cart of the Nagareth army.With the assistance of Maranul, Dacius sat up. He first glanced at his legs, and heaved a sigh of relief after finding out that there was nothing serious.He looked at a line of weathered and pathless mountains in the distance, he looked at the entrance of a valley winding between two craggy peaks, and on the other side he gazed at the rolling plain covered with ripples. Sea of ​​Centella Asiatica.On the northern horizon rose a snow-covered forest, highlighted by a large, black, triangular mountain whose summit was shrouded in snow and clouds.A sharp fissure, like the mark of a great axe, split the mountain at a shallow angle, extending two-thirds of its length from the summit to the broad base.

"Maybe it's there?" Dacius frowned and wondered.

Malanur didn't say anything, he patted Dacius on the shoulder and left. Since his younger brother couldn't preside over the work, he could only do it temporarily.

"Do you know what?" Dacius looked at Drusala and asked.

"This seems to be Bascon's Vanishing Legion. It was ordered to set off in the last year of the Phoenix King Aenarion's reign. The records of that period are very confusing, maybe you should ask the people of that era?" Drusala frowned After thinking for a while, he hesitated and said.

"Malekis was supposed to be 37 years old at that time? He should know what's going on, just ask him later." Dacius thought for a moment and nodded.

"Help me up."

After a while, Dacius tried to stand up, and when he put his weight on the scratched calf, he couldn't help but gasp in pain.His black steel armor was almost white now, covered with ashes and blackened in places with blood.He had cuts on his face, neck and forehead, and his cheeks were stiff with dried blood.His wound throbbed painfully, exacerbated by the pain of a bent piece of metal pierced into his skin by the point of the dead man's spear.The wound on his calf was painful, but he was still very glad to feel the pain. He didn't want to lose a leg now, although it could be cured.

Dacius looked around the battlefield, and some Duruccis who were still able to move were constantly rummaging. The spoils of this battle were too rich.He saw Ryan limping onto a van and pushing the broken wooden box to the ground. As the wooden box shattered, countless spearheads fell to the ground.Ren shook his head, then pushed down another box, and another box of long swords.Garros was holding a dagger, and he was extremely skilled in pulling the gems on the weapon, and the pouch at his waist was already bulging.The body of Prince Nagaryus was left hanging there, and no one was going to turn it over, because the Druccis all knew that it was his trophy.There was also Durucci holding a bundle of long swords and trying to load them on the platform of the Scourger chariot, but the animal trainer kept waving his hands and refused, saying that there were too many and could not be loaded.

"It would be great if there was a space ring." Dacius pondered, but he knew that this world doesn't seem to have such a thing, and there is no way to mark things like this in this ghost place. Arrived, yes it hit!No one can guarantee that they will find it when they come next time, because there are also evil gates in the sinister peaks.

Dacius didn't go to see his spoils immediately, anyway, Prince Nagaryus was already lying down, could he get up again?He limped to the sick and wounded lying on the ground and walked around. Geneviève and three other sorceresses were busy treating and bandaging the wounds of these sick and sick, feeding hot water and potions .

"grown ups!"

"Master!"

Dacius nodded to these patients, motioned to them one by one, and checked the injuries.Flanais struggled to get up, but Alyssa held her down.Dorian is in a coma, talking about something in his sleep, seems to be poisoned, tetanus warning!The servant who often retched while talking about Shadow by Dorian's side was not among them. He looked around the battlefield and found the trace of the servant. Obviously, the servant was one of the four who died in battle. .

The morale of the sick and wounded was very high, and they didn't back down. Drucci was born a warrior, and there was nothing to say about dying by the sword.They knew that the road ahead was open, and they also knew that the spoils this time were huge, and they could share something more or less. Moreover, they were all items from that period, and they were a symbol of status and status in Drucci society.

Dacius limped to the side of Prince Nagareth again, and looked at Prince Nagareth's weapons and armor. After looking at it for a while, he raised his head at the long sword. Derusa La squatted down and handed him the long sword. After he swung it twice, he held it in front of his eyes and looked at it.

"The weapon that can make the god Quiteli's war halberd not cheap is really extraordinary. It should be the same batch of goods, but that's all." Dacius thought, he couldn't remember the table rules, but in In a game that continues to be updated, the Talanxla spear used by Ku Jia is of exquisite quality, the sword of Zongshen Zong is rare, and the quality of Quetli's war halberd should be between In between, there are armor breaking, magic and fire attack effects.The weapon that can make the god Quiteli's war halberd cheap is probably a weapon made by the elves during the Great Invasion.

Something flashed in Dacius's mind, and his spirit seemed to be connected to the sword.At that moment, the magic flame burned more and more intensely on the blade, the flame danced along the blade, and the color of the flame also turned bright red, and all the flames flew towards the tip of the sword and gathered to form a fireball.

In the blink of an eye, a fireball erupted from the tip of the sword, and then the fireball disappeared into the air, dimming the magic flame on the blade.The current flame has not reached the normal intensity of the past, but the flame is still burning. Although it is not as bright as it was in its heyday, it is still enough to generate a little heat. He also feels that the sword in his hand is not as light as it was when he first picked it up.

"Yang Yan Sword?" Drusala asked curiously looking at the long sword.

The Sun Flame Sword is a legendary weapon forged by the legendary mage Caledor in the erupting volcano of Val's Anvil during the Great Invasion. It is one of the complete sets of equipment made for the original Phoenix King.The Yangyan sword is very ancient, forged by the gods in ancient times when they were still walking in the world.When the Yangyan sword was forged, the wind of magic was more abundant than it is now, and the current world has undergone fundamental changes.It is very difficult to reproduce, unless the maelstrom and the spirit vein node are dried up.

Aenarion held the Sunflame sword in his hand and went to fight and kill, repelling the Chaos Daemons time and time again.He entrusted his life to Yang Yanjian.The Sunfire Sword is a weapon wielded by the hero, a weapon blessed by the power of the gods, but he threw it aside when he picked up the sword of Kane, the ultimate power and curse.He gave the Yangyan sword to Fryn, one of his most trusted lieutenants, and Fryn later passed the Yangyan sword on to his descendants.

Malekith naturally coveted the Sunfire Sword, as he had always desired all of his father's inheritance.But Frynn's family rejected him, and over time, Malekith's spies made multiple attempts to capture the Sunblade, all of which failed.

Nathanness, the last descendant of House Frynn, embarks on a trading journey to the Old World.He got there safely, but never returned with his ship.Then began the story of an elven adventurer who fought in the lands of the Old World with a magic sword capable of shooting out flames. They fought side by side, passed through the Border Princeland and Tyrell, and finally reached Estalia and died there, but the Yangyan Sword was picked up by a human, or so the legend says.

The Yangyan sword is passed from father to son continuously in the short, fleeting generations of human beings. The power of the Yangyan sword makes the owner a hero and a powerful fighter among human beings, but the Yangyan sword also brings them misfortune. , just like certain stories are full of the mockery of fate, if the artifact is held in the hands of people who have no ability or qualifications, it is a curse and a shackle.

Now the Yangyan sword is sealed in a secret room in Zultek, a temple city in Lustria. The specific location is the city of ashes and the satellite city next to Paphacus. Dacius deliberately avoided it when he traveled there. up.

"No! But it should be made in the same batch." Dacius directly denied it, because he knew where the Yangyan Sword was.He didn't try to summon the power of this sword again. It is said that there is some kind of elemental soul in this sword, and frequent summoning will lead to the death of the elemental soul, making this sword useless.

When taking off the broken scabbard from the waist of Prince Drusala Nagares, Dacius was also thinking, should he be able to use this weapon temporarily?Because he has many options for weapons, and he also uses not only swords, but also halberds and shields, but he prefers the Meser knife relatively.If he intervenes in the Hal Gancey's religious rebellion soon, he should be able to get Malus' Kane Dimensional Sword, but he doesn't want to have anything to do with Kane, a little bastard.Destroyer of Malekith?The Destroyer has the effect of breaking demons, and it can be called the nemesis of the legal system. The Destroyer was forged by Malekith himself. What if he gave Malekith the Yangyan Sword?Originally, he wanted to have some fun, such as inviting the Tyrion brothers to the Lustrian continent for a friendly meeting, in-depth exchanges, and then giving Tyrion the Yangyan Sword.

But since Dacius has decided to conquer Ulthuan, it is not a good choice to give the Yangyan Sword to Tyrion, just like giving Morathi the Soul Blade, and there will be troubles in the future!When will he log in to Ulthuan Tyrion and kill him and his soldiers with the Sunflame Sword?cause variables?What the hell is he out of his mind?Blessed by Tzeentch, right?It's better to give Malekith the Yangyan Sword and exchange the Destroyer.

"This is? This seems to be a dragon armor?"

Just when Dacius was thinking, Drusala's exclamation interrupted him, and he lowered his head to look at the armor of Prince Nagareth.

Inside the dragon armor, there seemed to be a phantom that Dacius could perceive, and that phantom kept calling for something in his heart.

The army of Chaos Daemons is marching towards the mountains in southern Ulthuan. The wind howls from the slopes, and the whole sky is drowned in black clouds of purple and green. The smell of rotting corpses and sulfur Floating along the canyon.

Aenarion, the first Phoenix King, stood on a dark hillside, his armor and shield and spear shining, and behind him the generals of the elves, all in silver scales decorated with jewels, The dragon mounts of the generals were also circling and flying in the sky, and the army of elves stared coldly at the colorful chaotic demon army in the distance.

Aenarion shaded his eyes with his hands, and his black hair fell from the golden helm of the dragon and fell over his scarlet cloak, as Elloran Anar (the Shadow King's ancestor) held the Phoenix Zhanqi stood behind him, and behind him stood his adjutant Frynn, Baskong and so on.The Phoenix King turned to the left, where stood Caledon the Dragon Tamer, the master magician who personally forged all the weapons and armor of the Phoenix King in the temple of Vaal, the God of Blacksmithing.

(End of this chapter)