Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 256 106. Marselan

The scene in front of him changed again, and Dacius saw the main mast split open, and the wreckage of the gang battle was scattered on the blood-stained deck under the daylight.He blinked, and shook his head violently. When he opened his eyes again, a figure was rushing across the deck, holding strange weapons in both hands. The shape of the figure became blurred, bloody and bloody. Torn, then disappeared again.

A wave of icy sea water washed over Daxus, and he fell, but he felt that he did not fall, but that his soul was hanging out of his body above an incredible vast space, full of howling winds and a lot of anger soul.

When Dacius recovered again, he came to land. Strangely, the air was filled with the smell of sea salt.

At sunset in the evening, the mist rises.

Just when the body possessed by Dacius' soul fell asleep, he felt that the bedding was like a damp shroud, wrapping his body uncontrollably across the village.

The air was getting heavier and the fog thicker.

Then the torches of the village watchmen were extinguished, and everyone had to gasp for air.

"They're coming!"

Those ancient legends of writhing sea dragons and giant beasts have come to the village and they are actually floating on the land!Fangs and claws gleamed coldly in the dark, wandering in groups along the walls of the village.

The Night's Watch and the militia were all slaughtered by sea dragons and giant beasts, and cruel phantoms danced wildly.

When morning came again, everything was gone and normal again.

Dacius has never understood, what should be reflected, what is the meaning?Or is it some kind of omen or fate?He didn't understand anyway.

Suddenly, layers of ripples appeared in the sea, and the slight waves rolled up like fish scales, becoming dreamlike.In an instant, thousands of silvery spots emerged, like a large group of pelagic fish following a bait ball for food at the same time, countless sparkling spots began to move, position, gather, and finally emerged a An elf-like figure stood in front of Dacius' possessed body on the coast.

He emerged in this way, floating on the ground was the shining incarnation of Marselan, who was summoned by Dacius like a ghost, although Dacius did nothing, but passively viewed it from a third perspective. watching.

When talking about the Lord of the Abyss, Marselan must start with his father, Illinier.

Lord of Destruction, Ilinir's past story is very complicated. According to legend, he once had more than 100 sons, each inheriting an aspect of his destructive nature.Together father and son have wrought all kinds of misfortune into the world, reveling in the damage done to the elves.He is proud of his children, but he is also paranoid, worried that his children will conspire to replace him.

As far as these children are concerned, they cannot be compared with their fathers, but Illiniel is cautious about the combined power of the children, so he pays close attention to the children.

The temple of Illinier only exists on the Iron Mountains of Naggaros. It is built on the deep valleys filled with lava in the mountains. The pillared temple echoed with the chants of priests and the screams of slaves as they would be thrown into the fiery abyss for His favor.

Finally, the Mother Goddess, Aisha could no longer bear the pain that Elinir and his sons caused the elves. He asked the gods to stop these destructions, but except for Loic, the gods turned a deaf ear to this.

The god of deceit, Loic used magical wisdom to fight against Illinier, and he made Illinier mistakenly believe that his sons had evil intentions towards him.

Illinier believed Loic's words, and became furious, hunting down and devouring his children one by one, and regaining the destructive power that the children once embodied.Yet it also weakened him, and he would never return to the level he once was.

Among all the descendants of Illiniel, only five descendants survived by chance, namely Ardaeus, the envoy of flames; Cora also has the Lord of the Abyss, Marselan.They hid in the medieval world and never returned to the God Realm, for fear of stepping into the footsteps of their brothers and sisters.

Vulcan, Ardaeus, I won’t go into details about this one. Dacius once contacted this one, and it’s been ten years since he promised him, but ten years is just a short time for these gods. For a brief moment.

Lord of Hunger, Estrech survived his father's wrath and fled to the Middle Ages.Since then, He has stayed in the Middle Ages world. As for where he is, he doesn't know. Anyway, don't pretend to be an elf and go to the Kauthen Plain in Lustria.

The god of earthquakes, Hakon, like his brother Estrekh, perhaps only Molaiq Heg knows where they are.

Queen of Vengeance, Dracora is the weakest talent among the descendants of Ellinier. She is very happy to help the elves take revenge. She stays away from the rest of the gods most of the time. At the same time, she is also the most worshiped goddess of Asrai's wanderers. .Although He will give blessings, it does not mean that there is no need for rewards, He will also ask believers for rewards.

If everything is normal until then, the pitfalls will come.But in fact, Dracora was often mocked by her siblings before, because the children of Elinir possessed the power to destroy on a large scale, while he possessed only more subtle gifts, whose evil fruits only came out with patient tending. will bloom.

When the mother goddess, Aisha, wept for the disaster that Elinir and her children brought to the elves, Dracora saw an opportunity.It is He who turns Elsa's grief-stricken tears into bitter shards, and He who ignites Elsa's grief until Elsa's desire for revenge burns.

Dracora, the weakest of the Sons of Elinier, thus led to the demise of his brothers and sisters, and those of the Sons of Elinier who survived Aisha's grief were always careful with him and never dared to offend their sister again .

All Drucci knew the story, and treated the Vengeful Queen with care, giving Dracora the respect his family didn't.Drucci believed that Dracora was bullish on their vengeance against their cousin, because no vengeful queen would deny a race so grievously wronged?

However, the fact is that Dracora supports the elves of Ulthuan and Naggaroth equally. The desire for revenge is burning on both sides of the ocean, and the Queen of Vengeance does not need to take sides.He will help any elf with a burning desire for revenge, regardless of status or reason.

The last of the sons of Elinir is the Lord of the Abyss, Marselan.

Followers of Marselan usually wear blue, green or cyan robes and Kaitan. Of course, these dyes are usually very luxurious, and usually only brown Kaitan can be worn. Only elite pirates or dignitaries can afford it.A few also carry some golden ornaments, and some shell decorations of sacred symbols.

Many Old World scholars suspect that the cult of Manann was actually an adaptation of the cult of Mathlann by the human inhabitants of the Old World.

The Tyrells of the southern city-state use a different name for Mathann. They call it "Mathann", which is very similar to the name of the Elf Lord of the Abyss.This may be because the Tyrells first learned of the deity from translations of ancient scrolls left in the abandoned colonies of Asur.

Whether the gods are one and the same, or whether Manann, worshiped by humans, and Marselan, worshiped by elves, are the same god is unknown, although the similarity of the names contributes to this theory.

The image of Marselan shown before Dacius was an angry elf, with a helmet decorated with a huge net hook on his head, he was wearing silver mail made of fish scales, and he held a cruel hook in his right hand. , holding the Spear of Suppressing Wrath in his right hand.

Dacius could feel Marselan's anger, which seemed to come from the darkest depths of his heart, the moment when the most primitive desire in his blood was released.He always felt that Marselan's shining avatar would roll up like a raging tide in a second, violently rushing towards the enemy.

This is the power of the sea, this is a kind of anger that has been suppressed for a long time, and the release of anger will be unstoppable and irreversible!This feeling seemed to motivate Dacius, making his blood boil, and he had a strong urge to destroy.

The powerful Spear of Suppressing Rage made a loud bursting sound. In Dacius's view, it was an illusory weapon purely composed of energy.The pent-up rage accumulated for thousands of years on the blade of the spear was finally forged by rage.With the other hand, he wields a barbed sickle, which he uses to ensnare stubborn foes and drag them into the depths.

Dacius could think of the battlefield, Marselan's shining incarnation was like a living torrential rain, carrying the torrent and rushing straight to the sky, then soaring in the sky, turned around, and swooped down!The reef will also be engulfed by the waves, and will be smashed to pieces under the violent beat of the waves.Marselan's shining avatar lashed out at the enemy fiercely, blasting them into pieces, and the broken limbs were swept away by the torrent behind him.In this killing spree, Marselan's shining embodiment is extremely aggressive and extremely violent.

No regrets, no care.

In the midst of killing, indulge in blindness.

A spirit of vengeance, pouring out its wrath.

"If you stare at the ocean, you are already in the abyss. You know that the tide ebbs and flows, but you don't know that the tide rises and shines again." Marselan's shining avatar looked at Dacius and said slowly.

After speaking, the shining incarnation of Marselan changed from the image of the storm to the image of the sea. His clothes were still the same, but the decorated helmet he wore became a shell shape, and the weapon held in his left hand became The trident, the weapon in the right hand becomes the deep sea scepter.

Dacius knew that this calm gesture by no means meant that Marselan had lost any power, just like the surface of the sea was calm without waves, but there was huge energy dormant beneath the sea.

Marselan's shining avatar lightly waved the deep sea scepter, calling out waves of despair in the boundless sea. If it weren't for Dacius' firm will, he would feel helpless at this moment, and the annoying sea fog appeared after a while , The combination of the sea's sad notes and calm ripples calmed down his restless anger, and then he entered a posture of long sleep, from which he could not wake up.

Seeing that Dacius didn't respond for a long time, Dulias took a step forward and waved his hands in front of Dacius' eyes. Only then did he realize that something was wrong. His heart was beating violently and quickly. He didn't dare to touch Dacius, he was worried that something else would happen, so he could only look back, wanting to call someone over.

"Uncle, I'm fine." Just as Dulias opened his mouth, Dacius broke away from the phantom. He saw Dulias' movements, and he quickly interrupted Dulias after he let out a breath s.

Dulias stopped the urge to shout, and turned his head to stare into Dacius' eyes, with a look of worry and doubt on his face.

"I'm really fine." Dacius has completely escaped from the illusion at this moment. He saw the look on Dulias's face, smiled lightly, turned around and leaned against the fence, and tried his best to Look away from the darkness in the distance.

In the deep underground sea, a raven appeared out of nowhere and landed on Dacius' shoulder.

(End of this chapter)