Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 205 55. Prohibition of high-altitude parabolic objects
Dacius couldn't see Hagrid Graves at all from a distance. If he didn't see the thick smoke coming out of the workshop, it seemed that the city didn't exist at all.He had been admiring the early spring scenery of Naggaros in the wild for several days, and he only moved on when he saw that the timing was about the same.

Hagrid Grave, also known as the Black Abyss and the City of Shadows, is not well feng shui, built in a sinister and ominous place, at the bottom of a cold, dark canyon, outcropping rocky mountains that extend completely into the sky surrounded by.Surrounded by steep hills, the valley floor receives only a few hours of direct sunlight each day, and only a few rare days of sunshine a year.For most of the year, the city is shrouded in an eternal mist.

Draka Night Superintendent sent his butler and some retainers to the gate of the city to meet Dacius in spite of his busy schedule.

Dacius didn't feel left out in the slightest. He was a pragmatic elf, and he didn't like things that were mere formalities. What was more important than this was the ability to obtain practical benefits.Besides, the Drutch society doesn't have any parades to welcome distinguished guests, military bands, or youths laying flowers.What's more, Naggaroth has no corn, and he doesn't wave a corn cob in his hand.

"This is truly a city in perpetual shadow!"

It was the afternoon when Naggaros was relatively sunny, but Dacius didn't feel the sun shining into the city at all when he was walking in the city. Only the witch fireball in the city gave off a weak, flickering light, a green light Flickering like will-o'-the-wisps in the corrosive mist that wafts through the streets.And he felt a knee on his throat and he couldn't breathe!Crean (noun, a mask, usually silver or gold, worn by Hagrid Grave's magnates to protect their faces from the fog that engulfs the city.) Feels better to wear than previous masks he's worn It was even more uncomfortable, but he had to wear it anyway. He would rather wear this thing than be baptized by black magic.

In Dacius's eyes, this was a place full of distortion and inconceivability. The eight black towers in the city rose from the bottom of the canyon, like the fossilized remains of some weird cephalopod.These eight towers represent the power of the eight families of Hagrid Graves, and various strange shapes and sizes of walkways, platforms and bridges are built between the towers.Some are made of withered wood and soot-covered bones, others of jagged black marble or woven from the silk of giant spiders.

It is also filled with very large platforms, supported by supports made of black steel and black marble.These are where most of the city's citizens live, huddled in crooked houses of cinderblock and fire-blackened wood.

The cramped environment, combined with Durucci's nature, ensured that contradictions could turn violent with surprising regularity.Those unlucky enough to cross the street network have their throats slit and their bodies thrown into the swamp of sewage and carrion that blankets the canyon floor.

At least in the eyes of Dacius, it is similar to the Black Ark Vicious Temple, which has the beauty of a dark version of a mountain city. He can see unlucky eggs falling from the edge from time to time while riding.According to reliable information, the city guards and field troops in the city are constantly gathering at this time, and seem to be preparing for a decisive battle with the Nagor's army.

As analyzed by the white paper fans of Dacus, Hagrid Grave’s current Valaja Iswar did not go out with the army, but was entrenched in the city to engage in political struggles with the dignitaries who were spying on his status .

At this time, there are no city guards pretending to maintain law and order in the city, which intensifies the conflicts and conflicts between neighbors.

"If I were Hagrid Grave's night watchman, I would definitely issue a ban on throwing objects at high altitudes in the city." Dacius saw another unlucky guy fall from a high place to the front of the team, and that unlucky guy was like a Like a watermelon, the scary picture should be mosaiced, he couldn't help thinking.

The team didn't stop, and the cold lizard's thick and powerful hind legs kept stepping on the watermelon, making a tooth-piercing sound.

"In the future, you will be in charge of the construction of the city on the Kauthen Plain. I only have one request. According to the layout of the Lustrian temple city, it is best to combine the architectural style of Drucci with the style of the temple city. Together, but not like this." Dacius called Walter over and told him, while he kept pointing his hand to the distance, suddenly his hand stayed on the fire not far above, completely ignoring the The housekeeper with a smile on his face.

"Yes, my lord. What should the name of the city that is about to rise from the ground be called?"

"City of Conspiracy, Comoros? City of Hope?" Dacius said casually, then shook his head again.He found that he really didn't have the talent for naming at all, and then he looked at Walter and Ren.

Walter looked at Dacius dumbfounded, as if he didn't understand what Dacius meant.

"Hope." Ren next to him manipulated the Cold Lizard to get closer to Walter, kicked Walter, and said in a low hiss.

"That's the smell! The long-lost smell." Dacius closed his eyes suddenly, feeling the two Druccis speak the lizard language.

The outrageous thing is that Dacius couldn't understand the lizard man language that Ren spoke at first. He thought it might be because of the voice of the hot-blooded species. It was like speaking a dialect in Chinese. Just don't understand.

As a result, Dacius later figured out that Chuppa was playing tricks. He didn't really teach Renn at all in the beginning, he kept playing Renn, and he didn't start teaching until Hesiota confirmed something, as Renn said before It's a fake lizard language, just like speaking Chinese with a Baga tone (corresponding to the chapter on the business tycoon accident).

Dacius could understand the authentic lizard language, and he could also understand the writing on the slate.But he can speak three sentences, but he can't write. This is like a talent and loading modules. He can automatically translate without learning, but he can also automatically translate. When he communicates with the lizard people, he usually uses his hometown language.

Walter reacted when he heard Ryan's hissing Lizardman, and then the two began to communicate in Lizardman. The strange tone attracted the dignitaries of Drucci who had never been to Lustria. And the curious eyes of the sorceresses.

After Ren said a few words, he stopped talking and raised his head at Walter.

"My lord, the hope in the lizard language vocabulary corresponds to our language should be Ashriel, if possible, add har (the meaning of city, palace) in front."

"The City of Hope, Hal Ashriel? This is too hopeful!" Dacius muttered in a low voice and began to think about it.He knows the meaning of Ashriel. Ashriel not only means hope, but also despair in Elvish language. Through intonation, context and voice, the meaning of words can be displayed in different scenarios.He began to try to read comprehension, hoping to represent the elves and lizardmen, and despair to represent the plantation employees sent from the old world labor.He feels that this word is really good, wonderful!In fact, he didn't want to play tricks, but respected the customs of the lizardmen and Lustria.

"Why is there a big fire there? Is there some kind of ceremony being held?" Dacius nodded and asked the butler who came to greet him jokingly.

The whole butler didn't know how to deal with it for a while, and could only keep wiping the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead.Dacius shook his head. He felt that the butler's adaptability was not good enough, but something was indeed happening in the place where the flame was burning.

Nasser is a native of Hagrid Grave Drucci, whose father was a powerful master blacksmith, unfortunately due to the stupidity of the powerful twin's stupid son, the rich and powerful's property and status declined rapidly.

The gamble and ambition of the twins' silly sons trumps their cunning and luck, and it doesn't take long for their rivals to sniff out their weakness.

For decades, the rich man's property was constantly lost, his land was either seized or forced to sell, and his twin stupid sons were both assassinated.All that remained of the once proud and powerful dignitary was a few relatively loyal retainers, a barren small estate, and declining health.

Nasser grew up quickly and learned his father's skills and art of blacksmithing.Due to the fate of his master's failure, he was forced to work hard in the smithy, and he even replaced the dwarven slave who had tended his father's smithy, although the dwarf slave was forced to sell due to financial problems.

Nasser's shoulders grew strong from the rhythm of hammering on the anvil, his hands hardened and unyielding from the fiery heat and weight of the black steel, his chest grew from pushing the great bellows that fanned the furnace flames. become thick.Unfortunately, as his size, skill, and strength increased, his aging master's health declined.

In Nasser's 120th year, his life suddenly changed, as Hagrid Grave was about to go to war again.His master succumbed at last to the effects of age and the slow-acting poison, and the retainers gathered at the dignitary's bedside to look at the scrawny face of the dignitary.

The retainers made their own decisions, and some Drouches decided to leave, to seek opportunities on their own or with other dignitaries to find new jobs and allegiances.Others, including Nasser's father, chose to stay and tend their master's home until a legal heir was found to swear allegiance.

Nasser and his father took up the weapons and armor they had forged with their own sweat and strength, and stood guard outside the gates of the manor.Because the news of their master's death will spread quickly, powerful opponents will come to find fault, the city watch will not care about their fights, and Hagrid Grave has no city watch now.

Nasser didn't see where the sudden arrows on the street came from, he only felt that something hit him hard on the head, and the darkness swallowed him and fell to the ground.He woke up lying on the cold stone surface of the street with blurred vision and a terrible headache.Slowly, he forced himself to sit up and look around.

"God of forging!"

Beneath the flickering witch fireball at the manor gate, Nasser found himself lying in a growing pool of blood.His head had been slit, and blood trickled down his neck, soaking his kaitan, but the blood that gathered around him couldn't be all his.Shaking his aching head, he saw his helm fall by his side, pierced by arrows that would have killed him had it not been for his father's handiwork.

Tragically, right next to his helmet lay Nasser's father, his father's face barely recognizable, drenched in blood, staring at him.

A nearby sound caught Nasser's attention, and he looked away from his father's body.The sound was close, but obscured by the walls surrounding the manor courtyard, but he could see the flames of the manor.

The voice of a stranger, the voice of a murderer.A growl of pain and rage escaped Nasser's throat, and he leaped to his feet, grabbing his spear, anger already taking over his thoughts.

Nasser rushed through the open gate he had been guarding, and the three Duruccis stood near the witch fireball, pointing at the burning manor house and talking.His rage-ridden brain could no longer piece together what they said, and he saw only the object of his rage.

A Durucci wore a bright red cloak trimmed with gold, gleaming black steel armor, and an elegant helmet and visor shielding his face, flanked by two well-armed warriors.

A few steps away, in the shadow of the gate, stood a figure that Nasser hadn't noticed, holding a non-reflective repeating crossbow in his hand.

Nasser's intuition came into play, he staggered to dodge the sudden arrow, but he was still a step too slow to react, the arrow pierced his left eye, then passed through the bridge of his nose and then passed through his right eye.

"Val!"

Just as Nasser was roaring in pain and anger, another arrow went through the gap in the armor and drove into his underarm.The severe pain made him stop breathing. He knelt on one knee while leaning on a spear. He suddenly lost his eyesight and couldn't adapt to this change. After a while, he seemed to adapt to some of the current situation, or the enemy His footsteps were too loud and too close, and he was kicked down before he could react, causing him to collapse to the ground.

Old World, Athel Loren Forest.Lord Dais, who was beating the iron felt in the Starlight Furnace, suddenly stopped moving, and the hammer that was about to be smashed down was held high in the air, and it did not fall for a long time, as if it had stopped.

"Poor." The enemy shook his head at Nasser and sighed, his tone exuding contempt.

Nasser felt fear pouring out of his stomach like vomit, overwhelming even the pain of his wound.He was defenseless, he was hurt, he was lying on the ground.He suddenly realized that death was waiting for him, that he was about to die, and he felt his mind freeze, trying to adjust his thinking to face this terrible fate.

The tone expressed by the enemy, powerful and haughty, cut through the cracks in Nasser's despair.Just when the enemy raised the blade of the sword over the beautifully decorated helmet and was ready to kill him with a fatal blow, in the back of his mind, some small voices suddenly appeared, but the voices were lifelike, firm, and powerful!

The blessed Nasser finally came to his senses. He abandoned the spear in his hand and directly pulled out the jagged dagger on the enemy's boot. The sharp blade pierced deeply into the enemy's knee and creaked. Bone pierced, tendons severed.The enemy was no longer as aggressive as before, and fell to the ground screaming and twisting.

Nasser groaned and straightened himself up, forcefully ignoring the pain in his armpit, trying to lie on the enemy and stab the jagged dagger into the enemy's chest.

At this moment, the terrified cries of the onlookers and the sudden sound of arrows piercing the air appeared again. The extremely powerful arrow hit the sawtooth dagger in Nasser's hand, and the sawtooth dagger fell to the ground and let out a scream. Crisp sound.

Nasser, who had adjusted to his blind sight a little, vaguely heard the sound of the crossbow mechanism being pulled. He knew it was too late, he had no chance, and the voice came again in his mind. He leaned back with all his strength, and then hit A roll dodged the arrow, he followed the voice in his heart and mind, he stood up and ran out the door.He had to run, he had to run away.He must live!Only by surviving can you take revenge, which is not a despicable behavior for Durucci.

Another arrow shot in Nasser's calf nearly paralyzed his injured leg, but he held on and became stumbling.He limped to the door.A new panic was driving him, his hands were trembling, his sight was not dark, but chaotic, and the horror was that a strange eye appeared in the chaos for a short time, then disappeared, and disappeared again. Turned into colorless chaos. (Chaos is the expression of the state after blindness, cold knowledge, after blindness, the eyes are not black, not even black)

Tiredness and blood loss made Nasser erratic, and the sound of arrows piercing through the air kept coming from his ears.He suddenly felt alone, as if he were the last soul in the world, as if the entire universe had abandoned him.In such a short time, he lost everything, his father, his master, his home, and everything he cared about.

The Kane assassin behind him looked at Nasser in surprise, and then looked at the crossbow in his hand. He felt a little unbelievable. He was confident in his skills. There was no reason for such a close distance. The last few shots The arrows were all gone, flying past Nasser like strokes.

"Jump!"

This powerful voice came again in Nasser's mind. Being familiar with this place, he knew what was waiting for him ahead, but he still chose to believe in this voice. He dragged his injured calf and walked quickly, and then Picking up the speed again, the healthy leg slams onto the edge and takes a hard leap.

Drusala's right hand stretched out quickly, and a black and purple hand that appeared out of nowhere grabbed Nasser who was about to hit the team, and he was suspended above Dacius' team like this.

"Don't hurt him, let him down." Just when Drusala was about to crush Nasser, Dakuus' serious voice interrupted Drusala's movements.

(End of this chapter)