Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 282 132. Drucci-style diplomacy
"Why did the sky suddenly light up? And it's not raining anymore. When we walked into the fog, it was night." Celile looked around in confusion, and asked a question that the male Durucci soldiers wanted to ask. .

"Well, this is a very good question! This place is actually... somewhere else, a place that is not a place, like a silk thread pulled from a tapestry." Malekith, who was walking in the front, did not turn his head. Although he didn't pretend to be mysterious, the content of what he said was quite profound.

"Drusala, can you feel the presence of an enchantment near here?" Malekith continued when the three male Drucci warriors looked at each other and didn't know what His Majesty the Witch King was talking about.

"My lord, this feeling is wonderful, but...it's hard to be sure. The air here is full of power, and a skilled warlock can hide a lot of things under such a shroud." Derusala's eyes since coming in It was just flickering with a strange light, as if she was sensing something, after hearing what Malekith said, she shook her head and said in distress.

"Time is a river, remember this." Malekith continued to walk and said, the words were accompanied by the sound of the midnight armor's soles rubbing against the road, "You still have a long way to go, it must... anchor Just like the slann magic priest must have an anchor when he teleports us, the anchor is either the lizard or a node of the psychic network. In order to maintain the anchor, the base of the tower still touches the physical realm of reality. "

After Malekith explained it this way, Dacius understood. To put it bluntly, the outer layer is fake, but it is also true.The real thing is inside, but it is not the inside of the tower, but another plane, sandwiched between reality and reality.

Dacius also knew why Master Ma had forgotten this place located on the Isthmus of Lustria, and it was so close to Hesiota. It felt a little dark under the lights.

There is an enchantment in the physical field that shields the perception of the Slann Demon Priest. Under normal circumstances, the Slann Demon Priest cannot discover the situation here when he is meditating or when his soul is out of his body, unless... the Slann Demon Priest comes in person , or let the Skink Oracle who got the oracle come, and then the Slann magic priest can find the abnormality here through the vision of the Skink Oracle without meditation.

When Dacius thought of this, he suddenly thought of Ren. Now Ren is also an oracle in a sense, right?Just no split tails and tongues, or ferocious cave dragons that spew venom.He still doesn't know what Ren's trial goal is?Eliminate these skinners?What to do in Quetza?Become a hot-blooded oracle?It couldn't be to get the strange scimitar that Genevieve had told him about, could it?
Although the scimitar is a rare item, it can still be copied, but the manual is missing now.Dacius has already vaguely understood the pain of these items left by the ancient sages. It is estimated that even if these weapons can be copied, the construction period will be very long, so long that they can only be equipped for generals and other characters. Don't even think about it, it's not about washing and sleeping, having everything in your dreams, but a problem that can't be solved by looking at the shining constellations of ancient saints for hundreds of years.

Strangely, this is the second time Dacius has heard the phrase that time is a river today, and he suddenly feels that today has passed so long, since he had that abstract dream.

"Is that tower still there?" Dacius, who stopped his confused thinking, asked a question that he had been concerned about for a long time.

"I'm not sure, it's been here for thousands of years. If the anchor were destroyed, everything inside would disappear into reality," Maleki replied.

Dacius feels that the current Malekith is very strange, does he have the feeling of being a good teacher?It may be the reason for obtaining the Yangyan sword. I am in a very strange Schrödinger's cat state. I can't describe it as cloudy or cloudy, nor can I use epilepsy to describe it. In short, this state is very strange.

From the outside, it looks like an observation post abandoned by the lizardmen, but after actually entering it, it becomes a transformed castle.

Under the abundant sunlight, Dacius could see how rough the castle building was. Part of the walls and towers had been peeled off, and the top of the castle had become uneven.The firing positions near the top of the tower, however, looked well made and well positioned to fire on ships near the riverbank, and he could see the equipment, but not the skinners operating them or the piles of stone shells.

But it doesn't matter anymore, because unfortunately, this joint raid by Drucci and the Lizardman was not launched on the sea, but on land.

Soon, the group of six encountered the first enemy, a skinned man standing at the corner, which was also the only passage they had to pass to enter the castle.

"Maybe we can change the way? You know, I also know how to engage in diplomacy!" Malekith didn't draw out the Yangyan sword to slash at the flayed man for a moment, but said a very strange thing, he Without stopping, he walked straight to the Skinner.

Seeing Malekith approaching, the Skinner didn't draw out his weapon and didn't continue to stand where he was. Instead, he went up to him. He said some words that Daxus couldn't understand clearly, and kept asking questions. With Malekith.

"I can understand your pitiful cries. After all, the fleet you were preparing to sail before has now become a wreck. I'm sorry! But if you make empty threats to me again, I will tear you to pieces! I will Make you realize what pain is." Malekith raised his head and said arrogantly.

"What kind of Drucci diplomacy?" Dacius secretly complained. He didn't understand what the Skinner said, but he could understand what Malekith said. At this moment, there was only one emotion in his heart, and that was regret. , He should have called Ren to let Ren study in depth.After all, he was not a painter and jester before, but a diplomat, but it seemed that the facts were not what he thought. He had a vague premonition that Ryan would become his shadow in the future.

"Can you represent your master's will, Skinner? I have not sailed thousands of miles to meet a pack of pugs on shore. As compensation for this disaster, I have brought you a handsome offer for your master." Malekith continued to look at the Skinner haughtily and said.

"Tell me what it is, and I'll decide if it deserves my master's attention," the Skinner continued grumbling.

The Skinner's voice was harsh and hoarse, and the thick animal hide was roughly stitched on his broad shoulders, highlighting his well-developed muscles.Over the hides he wore the heavy Norscan Yankee mail that fell to his knees, and his skinless hands clutched the handle of the great double-bladed axe.A black wool cloak with a wide hood covers most of his head, hiding it in shadow.As he spoke, Dacius could see the muscular activity gleaming in his jaw, the ripped lip pulled back from the fangs.

"Dogs have no place in the hearts of their owners. Take me to see him, and your mission will be fulfilled." Malekith sneered.

"Do you think I will let you in? Am I a fool? A bunch of dirty and treacherous dark elves, not worthy of licking the shit off my master's feet!"

"Is your leader so afraid of Drucci?" Malekith continued with a sneer, taking a step forward as he spoke, pointing the tip of the Yangyan Sword at the Skinner's throat, "Everything about notoriety Are the notorious flayed knight legends all just bedtime stories, meant to scare weak human children?"

"You! You bastard, this will be your last mistake!" bellowed the Skinner, trying to raise his axe.

But Malekith glared at the Skinner and held the Skinner in place.A tense silence prevailed, and finally Skinner dropped his axe.

"Follow me!" growled the Skinner.

Dacius wasn't shocked. Although he didn't know much about it, he knew that this was Drucci's general diplomatic model, full of arrogance and coercion, but miraculously, it usually worked. The other party seemed to have suddenly got Sid. Gomorr Syndrome.

Then Dacius came to his senses. At first, he thought that after entering this magical field, he would start an epic adventure battle. After clearing the level all the way, why did he become a mouth-to-mouth MAX to pass the level?Where is the law?Where is the morality?

The castle was built on the bones of the dead, and Skinner led the Duruccis through an empty village of stone houses within the castle, the walls covered with moss and the roofs rotting to dust many centuries ago.

Looking like a cairn, the outlines of stones are neatly arranged like barrows, left to the ravages of time.As the Duruccis made their way through the narrow alleys between the buildings, Dacius noticed how still and still the air was.Not a whisper of wind or wild sound broke the funeral silence, and the open doors and empty windows seemed to tug at them as they passed, tempting them with ancient mysteries hidden in the shadows of the abyss.He could even feel the unseen gazes in the ruined buildings scrutinizing him, the flat, ruthless gazes that seemed to be like restless ghosts.

Passing through the haunted village reveals a wide, slightly sloping field.Perhaps a long time ago, there used to be a dense jungle here, but now there are only dozens of ancient tree stumps standing proudly among the grass and low bushes.A path cuts across the cleared field and branches ahead.

The path on the left zigzags its way up the winding hillside to the castle, while the path on the right leads to a wooden fence at the base of the cliff, behind a wooden gate.Vines crawled over the fence logs, and green moss grew from the cracks between them.

What Dacius couldn't understand was why there was such a place in the Lustria continent, and when did it form?How long has it been around?

The climb was a long and difficult journey, the roads steep and narrow, and the Skinner marched relentlessly.About halfway down the road, the Duruccis began to encounter tall fissures, usually in groups of two or three, emitting thick smoke or rotting mists.

Several times, Dacius heard sharp rumbles, like the hiss of hot springs echoing in the rocks.

As the time passed, Dacius tried to distract himself by looking at the river bank where the battle was still going and the Lustrian jungle.He saw more abandoned buildings, crumbling monuments, and even rotting ships, all eroded densely by time.

Dacius was trying to figure out how much time had passed since they crossed that barrier and entered here.Has it been an hour?an hour and a half?The pocket watch he was wearing had already lost its function in the morning, and he couldn't be sure, he felt that he was blinded by the fog of time.

Soon, the Druccis reached the top of the cliff, entering a vaulted alcove that ended in a precarious stone staircase.They could feel the immensity of the castle looming overhead, a heap of worn stone built with sickly skinless hands, stained with blood and bone.

There was a strong smell of rotting blood in the air, and Dacius could see the crumbling rust-colored carvings attached to the smooth masonry bricks that may be tens of thousands of years old.He ran his fingers carefully over the surface of a brick, feeling a force flow through his fingertips.There was a sense of familiarity that he couldn't pinpoint that lingered in his mind.Before he could think any further, however, the stone staircase swerved left, leading him into a situation of complete madness.

The stone staircase might lead to the bottom of the castle, at least Dacius suspected that, because there was no wall in sight from where he was standing.

The air became thick and humid, suffused with a greenish glow that shone in through a narrow stitched leather curtain hanging from somewhere high up.Blood and bile trickled down the surface of the gleaming hide, and the pulsating blood caught his attention.After a moment, he closed his stinging eyes, but he still couldn't get rid of the sense of the law of the flow of this sick liquid. Maybe he opened his eyes to see and gain new knowledge, and fall into the arms of greatness and kindness?This also seems to be an unimagined path.

Swarms of green and black flies hung in the air like smoke, filling the space with a piercing buzz that contrasted sharply with the shriek that echoed from above.Droplets of blood splashed down from above, onto the helmets and shoulder armor of the Druccis, turning into a warm and bitter rain.Fortunately, Drusala immediately cast a spell similar to the rain spell on the male Drucci warrior, separating the blood and water droplets.

The interior of the castle is divided into small spaces and narrow alleys by curtains of skin, and the entire structure is like a hollow shell, insulated by creeps of torture and disease.Flaps of skin swayed in the breeze, as if eager to touch the Druccis who followed the Skinner through the fetid maze.

Dacius glanced at the steps in front of him, then turned his head to the back. The nearest behind him was Drusala, followed by his hard-core confidant Flanais and his uncle Celire, but Baigne Then he walked behind Flanais and Celile to stand guard. He noticed that the trio of Adriez followers seemed to be casual, but they were actually very nervous.

"Do you know how long we've been here?" Dakuus whispered, looking at Drusala who was looking at him.

"I can't say for sure, but I feel like the time here has been frozen." Drusala shook her head and said in a low voice.

"Desperation, stagnation, death and decay, chaos is everywhere, and there are only a few happy Nurglings running around here." Dacius nodded, shook his head again, his head turned Turning around, trying to maintain his position in the rotting chaotic maze and thinking to himself, this means that he has seen more and has strong resistance, but he will also be driven crazy by this stench.Du Luqi beside him is also a wonderful man with a firm will, otherwise he would probably go crazy and just jump down.

The Duruccis walked along the green, succulent corridors for a long time, with no apparent rhythm or direction, and they kept turning back and forth.

The disgusting water droplets on the ceiling are still falling. Although the water droplets will not fall on the body, the smell cannot be shielded. Flanais vomited violently. Just before he fell, Dacius hurriedly supported him. After leaving him, he quickly leaned on the ground with the god's halberd, adjusted his posture, and shook his head wryly at Dacius who was looking at him with concern.

Soon the procession moved on, in silence.As bad as the situation was already, Dacius had a premonition that it was about to get worse.

Eventually the procession stopped and gathered at the top of another curved staircase.Stairs descend down the rough walls of a circular shaft sunken into the cliff.Like the pillars of mist within, the walls beyond the cliffs rise from the depths, and the stench of corruption fills the tower.Dacius heard a click overhead, and the black bricks, gleaming in green light, fell down the shaft, as if the bricks were bouncing from one wall to the other as if they were alive.

"Our master is waiting for you, Drucci. Enter this temple, offer your gift, and gain his favor and strength."

A skinned man was waiting there, his bare jaw and white teeth gleamed eerily in the light, pointing behind him with his clawed fingers, his nails were long and sharp, as if born for cutting flesh .Those eyes were full of wild light, as if hiding endless darkness.His voice was harsh and sharp, like a scream.

Malekith gave the Skinner a flat look, and then started to move down the dripping stairs quickly and purposefully. Dacius followed behind Malekith without hesitation.

The black masonry continued to fall steadily from the crumbling top of the tower, sometimes brushing against the rock face and dusting Drucci.

The air seemed to grow thicker as the Duruccis marched on, so much so that Dacius felt the tendrils of the mist seem to take on a life of their own.Hovering over his head, stroking his eyelashes with ghostly sticky fingers, tugging at his lips, even reaching down his throat.He could feel his heart burning with rage in his chest.Whenever he felt the fog in his lungs seem to thicken, he felt his heart expand, dispelling the fog and pushing it away from his body.

"I can't breathe!"

(End of this chapter)