Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 185 35. Never Forget
Caledor, the dragon tamer, looked at Aenarion with a gleam of magic in his eyes.Then he took a deep breath and began to raise his arms to prepare to cast spells. In the depths of the valley, he could see the dense army of Chaos Demons. All kinds of twisted creatures gathered together. ghosts, xenos hounds as big as horses with red scales, creatures like giant slugs, bloated demons dripping with guts and entrails and countless flies behind them, and many others riding bipedal mounts with long arms Crab-like banshees, spirit monsters with magical flames constantly flashing between their limbs, these creatures kept screaming deafeningly, and even the sky seemed to be pierced by these sounds.

Aenarion's army numbered but a few hundred in comparison to the demonic hordes, but their weapons and armor gleamed dots on the dark slopes, all forged in the temples of Vaal.

Caledon's fingertips flowed with magical power, like threads of light surrounding the elf army. The light around his body gradually turned into a white flame circle, slowly rising into the sky, in the dark sky Fighting against the colorful dark clouds while growing bigger, it forms a magical vortex that absorbs the forces of chaos in the sky as it grows.

Finally, the huge white vortex exploded, and Caledon also got the magic power it condensed. His seven orifices shot out white sparks, his skin was like shining metal, and even his hair became White, dancing with the wild wind in the valley.He roared, and two beams of light formed by white flames shot out from his hands like cannonballs. They were entangled with each other in the air, turning into magic that expanded several times and was powerful.

The Chaos Demons who rushed to the front all seemed to be blown into the air by a hurricane. The bodies of the Chaos Demons became fragments, and some of them turned into streamers of various colors. was yelled out, and then only silence remained.

The Chaos Demons were frightened by this terrifying magic, and stopped their progress, while Aenarion and his subordinates stared at the enemy in front of them, and clenched their weapons tightly. After a while, the Chaos Demons finally As if he had come to his senses, he began to walk forward frantically again.

"Follow me, sons of Ulthuan!" Aenarion yelled, raising his spear.

The army of the elves began to march like a silver wall, and the dragons in the air swooped down from the sky and landed at the voice of Aenarion and the princes. Silver-skinned, bowing its massive dragon head before the Phoenix King, that dragon's blue eyes shone with wisdom, it was Indrognir, older even than the Elves themselves, the great Dragonlord of Ulthuan , Its roar shook the sky, and the hearts of the elves trembled.

"As we fought to protect your lands, now is the time to fight for mine. Take your spear, Lord of the Elves, and see which one is sharper than my claws." Drognell said.

Aenarion looked up to the sky and laughed, jumped onto the dragon's back in a few steps, and sat firmly on his own dragon saddle.

"Even if I could swing a spear with both hands at the same time, I would not dare to compare with you, my old friend. You are so powerful that I can't match it." Aenarion said.

The giant dragon jumped up, and the generals also rode their own dragons one after another. After the dragons rushed to the sky, they immediately swooped down on thousands of Chaos demons. This is the land of Ulthuan, the giant in the valley. The mages continued to attack the demons with magic. The generals on the dragon's back held the magic bows made in the Temple of Vaal. The magic arrows fell on the army of Chaos demons with magical brilliance. Every arrow hit was like a Magic missiles, constantly exploding among groups of Chaos Demons.

But this time the Chaos Demons didn't stop. They rushed forward while roaring threateningly.

The battle was going on, and Dacius saw another scene. Aenarion kept fighting with the Chaos Demons, and the heroes of the elves kept falling. The last second was Lianos Silver Deer, and the next One second is Dorian Starlight.And Caledon stood there quietly, his figure glowing with hot white light because of its full energy.

Thunder rumbled, lightning jumped between the mountain peaks, and the huge vortex in front of me was already brighter than the sun.Caledon's body quickly withered and turned black, standing there like a mummy, but he was still singing.The dry body was quickly blown away by the wind, turning into ashes and disappearing in the howling wind.Only his soul and afterimage still stood there, engraved in Aenarion's mind like the image of the sun's rays passing through closed eyes.

Aenarion leaned on the sword of Caine, barely able to move his wounded body.Pain burned every nerve in him, and he gasped for breath, as if something was flowing in his body, and his lungs were pumping back his own blood.His body has already endured an excessive load, and he has defeated four big demons that can destroy the entire world.Almost all his army was killed except him, and his good friends were also killed.

But now, that spell is not yet complete!
The final battle is on the verge of defeat, and there is only one last step left. The final gamble is over, and now it's time to pay the lost bet.

Aenarion threw his head back and laughed at the sky.

The heroes of the elves tried their best, but now there are not even witnesses to defeat.

Aenarion wanted to plunge into this maelstrom of semi-finished products and sacrifice his body, just like the last time he sacrificed to the holy flame of Asuryan, but he knew that he would not succeed this time.There was nothing left for him to do, except return to the battlefield and continue slaughtering Chaos Daemons to the death.

"Yes!" A voice kept whispering in Aenarion's mind, "Let's kill before the world perishes! Go! Go! Go!"

A strange silence struck, and the vortex swirled and danced in front of Aenarion, like a child who lost his strength and was about to collapse. He looked at the vortex that was about to collapse with both fascination and fear.

At this time, Caledon's disappearing figure stabilized again, and his soul returned here to continue his chant.Other figures shimmered and appeared beside him one by one, as if they had been summoned by him.

Aenarion recognized them. They were the dead archmages. The souls of the archmages still remained in this world in some way, and even death could not break the connection with this place.

The spirits of the archmages joined the ritual, and one by one they walked into the vortex, before fading away again.

Aenarion gazed at the archmages with blurred eyes, and he could see the archmages going on with the ritual, frozen and immobilized in the center of that terrible spell.His instinct told him what was happening at this moment, these archmages were going to weave their souls into the spells they constructed, for eternity, until the end of time!
"No!" the voice in Aenarion's head screamed, and he could feel all the madness and hatred in his head singing to him, almost crushing his will.

"Destroy it! Destroy it! Kill them all! Destroy this world!"

The chorus was so alluring that Aenarion couldn't help but listen.Why?Why should he die while others can live?If he couldn't live in the world and rule it, why should he care if the world continued to exist?

Aenarion walked slowly towards the center of the vortex.

The soul of Caledor stood in front of Aenarion and made a stop gesture. The legendary archmage shook his head and pointed to the sword in Aenarion's hand.

The sword of Cairne howled in Aenarion's hand, urging him to kill Caledor before rushing into the vortex to kill everyone.In this way, everything can be destroyed, destroying the spells constructed by the great wizards trapped in the maelstrom through untold hardships, and then destroying the world.The sword of Kane is constantly tempting him, he can destroy everything, kill every mortal, and then the sword of Kane will gain great energy from the destruction of the world, and Kane will become a four-dimensional Chaos God of evil gods!Some part of him wants to do this, to end all life as he would end his own.Since I was going to die, why didn't I take everything with me?

Aenarion stood there, gazing into the soul of his former friend.

Caledor sensed Aenarion's inner struggle, but he couldn't do anything, whether it was persuading Aenarion to save the world or destroy it.This choice is either Aenarion's or the sword of Kane.

Eventually Aenarion calmed down, he was always his own master, his will ruled him, he always made decisions for himself, always!He never bowed to his people when the people abandoned him, and he never bowed to the gods when the gods dissuaded him from drawing the sword of Kane, and in the end, he would not bow to the sword of Kane either!Kane Sword seems to have sensed his final decision, and is still fighting hard, but he can no longer hide his hysterical despair.

Caledor smiled and waved Aenarion farewell, then turned and walked into his home for the rest of eternity.

Slowly, Aenarion turned around, and walked out with his back to Caledor and the Maelstrom, the sword of Kane in his hand was still fighting against him, every step never stopped.

There was a frantic howl outside, and lightning kept chopping down from the sky.Within the sphere of influence of the maelstrom, the flow of time becomes strange.The Chaos Daemons are slowly fading away, disintegrating into their constituent elements.The followers of Chaos aged rapidly in front of Aenarion's eyes, and a second seemed like years. When the followers of Chaos fell down, rotten flesh fell from their bodies, and there were piles of bones everywhere.

Aenarion stood there and watched quietly. Within the influence of the maelstrom of newborns, the remaining elves were also getting old. He gestured to the survivors and told the elves to flee quickly. The elves obeyed. .

Aenarion knew he was going to die from his wounds and the poison that had seeped into his veins, and he knew he had to go and put the sword of Cain back where it had been.He couldn't risk letting the sword of Kane fall into the hands of others, he couldn't be so close to the center of the maelstrom, and he couldn't let the Chaos Demon find the sword of Kane. At this moment, he finally understood why the gods warned him not to pull it out. Bring out the sword of Kane.

"It's a pity you can't help me now, old friend," said Aenarion, looking at Indrognir's body.

The dragon's huge eyes popped open, and it tried to roar, but instead of roaring with pride like it usually did, it let out a hissing sound, but it struggled to get itself up on its weak feet , trembling blood slowly flowed from the heart.

"Then, let's fly one last time!" said Aenarion.

Indrognir nodded, as if in agreement.

"We're going to send the sword of Kane back to its original place, so that no one will have the chance to pull it out again!"

Aenarion barely climbed onto the dying dragon's back and secured himself.He took one last look at the land he had fought for, strange magic all around him, and he could still see the vague outlines of souls still working on that mysterious magic, that unintelligible ceremony.

Aenarion patted Indrognir's scales, and the dragon began to soar into the sky, through swirling clouds, toward the sun.

The wind of magic howled under the wings of Indrognir, and Aenarion flew into the distance like this, disappeared into the sky, and became an eternal hero legend!
Drusala gently pushed Dacius' hand, and Dacius suddenly woke up from the echo.

At this time, Dacius's face was already full of tears unconsciously. He was deeply shocked by the epic scenes. He seemed to understand Malekith's tragedy, and he also understood Malekith. Why would he respect his father so much? If it were him, he would do the same.

"Never forget, this is it." Dacius wiped away the tears on his face and murmured. Generally, the souls of the elves who died in Ulthuan are bound to things like the maelstrom or the way stone, and will not go to Report to the Pale Queen.And Caledor's soul is bound to the maelstrom, immortal and immortal unless the maelstrom is lifted.At this time, Caledo should probably have noticed him, and there was one more audience in his live broadcast room.Perhaps it was through this dragon armor that Caledon let him see the echoes and epics of thousands of years ago. After all, those dragon armors were all cast by Caledon.

But so what?Dacius further strengthened his determination to rule Ulthuan. After all, it is a warm and tropical island environment, a paradise, far beyond the reach of Naggaroth's permafrost that never melts for thousands of years.Counting on the six cities and this population of Drucci, he can't do anything. He can't run to Usuan as a spy to run for the Phoenix King and lead the group of Azul, right?This world needs heroes, but it also needs supplies, armaments, a huge army and a large population.

Without a complete system, the final results of heroes are often tragic.Although Dacius is not a hero, he doesn't want to die from exhaustion, or fall off the city wall. He just wants to fight with an endless army, and then lie in the pyramid and reminisce about the past years, or die of old age. It's boring to death, anyway, he doesn't expect to become a god.

Thinking of this, Dacius challenged the dragon armor.

(End of this chapter)