Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 287 137. It's nonsense

Dacius has been running, or being chased. It is more gratifying that this weird place did not mess with him, such as making him run in place, and then the monsters behind him chased him closer and closer.

The tower has no high walls and majestic gates, and the only dark portal hole at the bottom of the nondescript building seems to be welcoming the arrival of Dacius.The wind of magic that flowed through constantly stings his skin, and the closer he is to the tower, the more he can feel the twisting power contained in it.

"What hanging place? I hope it's not a maze or something." Dacius walked in quickly while cursing. He didn't want to stay for a second now, but he still had to bite the bullet and go in. It could be life, or the joys of adventure.

Dacius passed the final steps between him and the tower, into the open doorway, and he fell silent, a sense of dread gripping him.

Passing through the door is a relatively short corridor, leading to what Dacius initially thought was some kind of open-air gallery space. The sky filled with green light seemed to be shooting from all directions at the same time. When he reached the end of the corridor, he pulled out the The Scarlet Sword pushed across the room.

"Damn!" Dacius was really angry this time.

Dacius saw three dark wooden doors in the room, one on the left, one on the right, and one directly in front of him. The polished knocker gleamed under the light.After he finished cursing, he began to look at each door in turn. When he did this, he felt an inescapable feeling of being watched.

"The door is the same, no markings, no obvious footprints on the ground, nothing to show the correct path, like corridors and rooms appearing in my dreams, am I falling asleep again? In a strange Is the domain falling asleep?" Dacius said to himself in the end.

"Ah~ my dear Dacius, all paths lead to the center of the maze, as you said, this is not a test of the body, but a test of the mind. Are you sure you are ready to enter the maze? This labyrinth is conscious, and it even studies you when you study it. Maybe you let it go, and it will destroy you." After observing for a while, Daxus seemed to be talking to himself like schizophrenia joked.

"It's impossible to stand like this all the time." Dacius went straight to the opposite door after finishing speaking, and opened it directly.

There was only darkness in the distance, and a deep emptiness hit Dacius, pulling him into the all-encompassing embrace of darkness, as if in a cutscene, he felt a gust of cold wind blowing on his face, and he gradually into darkness.

A soft weight lay on Dacius's side, arms wrapped around his chest, rising and falling with the rhythm of his breathing, he opened his eyes and took a look, and directly performed a dying illness on the messy silk sheets Sitting up in shock, if it wasn't for his lack of physical skills, he would have wanted to do a 360-degree Thomas maneuver on the spot.

The air is cool and fragrant.The bed was low and wide, made especially for Drucci, and surrounded by layers of veiled drapery.Through the transparent curtain, Dacius could see a pale arch of light across the foot of the bed.

Everything else fell into the shadows, and the woman on the bed moaned softly in her sleep, lazily turned over and continued to sleep.The faint light outlined bare shoulders and part of an alabaster cheek, and the lips were shockingly purple, as if smeared with poison.

Dacius was taken aback by the sight in front of him, he stumbled awkwardly from the bed and onto the dark slate floor.The icy shock of the icy tiles made it all clear that he was in an ornate bedroom somewhere in Naggaroth.

How else to explain the strange quality of the woman on the bed, the furniture, the gray slate tiles, or the light streaming into the room through the curtains?
While Dacius was thinking, he suddenly saw a movement in a dark corner of the room. He hurriedly looked around for weapons, and saw his scarlet blade lying on an expensive sofa next to the bed.The sword screeched coldly from its sheath as he walked across the room to the source.

After a moment, Dacius thought he saw the shape of a masked figure, but a deeper shadow in the black folds of the hanging curtains, and as he walked cautiously to the corner, he probed the Heavy curtains, indeed no one was there.

Dacius turned around, but he didn't lie on the bed again, he put the scarlet sword on the sofa again, walked to a table without thinking, and took a wine glass from the silver tray , Just when he was about to pour himself a glass of wine to calm down, a woman's voice suddenly came from behind, and his spine trembled as the woman's voice sounded.

"Come back to bed, you scoundrel, I'm cold!" said the woman.

"Won't you wear more clothes when it's cold? Or heat it up with magic!?" Dacius didn't turn around to look at the woman, but continued to pour his wine while talking, he wanted to urgently He had to take a drink and calm down as he adjusted to the unimaginable sight that unfolded before his eyes.

"Does this count as another strange achievement for me? Feeling like I came to this world to make an achievement?" Dacius didn't want to turn around after drinking, even though he could already smell a fragrance from his body ,even though……

"Your years of planning have finally succeeded. Why did you shrink back when you saw the fruit you got?" The woman on the bed laughed after seeing that Dacius hadn't turned around for a long time.

"Sorry, I don't understand what you're talking about?" Dacius said slowly after taking another drink without turning around.

"What are you talking about? How can you say such a shameless thing? My only son was killed by you, and now the whole Naggaros is yours! No Drucci dares to do anything to you, this Isn't that what you've been working towards for years?"

"It's nonsense, isn't it?" The woman's words pulled Dacius back to the edge of his thinking, and he carefully placed the cup on the tray, for fear that the cup would fall from his trembling fingers.Moving as if in a dream, he walked to the window opposite the bed and drew the heavy curtain aside.

Lead gray light flooded into the room, Dacius saw Gorond's unique diamond-shaped city wall outside the narrow window, and he stood there looking down at Gorond, and soon he judged that he should be in the At the top of the Tower of Prophecy.

"Is this your bedroom? I shouldn't be here." After seeing the scenery outside the window, Dacius heard the voice of the woman moving. After he sorted out his thoughts, he turned around slowly and said to the woman .

The light from the window fell on the curtains hanging on the bed, making the curtains more transparent and clear, and the silk floated on the smooth skin of the woman.

"Stay with me one more day, what's the difference if it's a day later? In fact, everything in Naggaroth is already yours."

As the woman moved, Dacius saw the outline of her body, the beautiful and somewhat heroic face, the toned figure, the powerful arms, the well-developed back muscles, the lines were like the sculptures of the Pantheon , the muscles of David, the waist of Venus, and of course the plump protruding back, she walked slowly towards Dacius in the leaden gray light, trying to reach out and grab Dacius s.

Dacius felt his lips and throat dry, and he knew why so many elves went mad for this woman and became lackeys.Fear and longing felt equally strong in him, desire racing through his nerves like fire.

"Those Druccis who are loyal to Malekith will kill me for this." Dacius said somewhat incoherently.

"They? They dare not! Who in Naggaros can defy the will of the Witch King's Hand? And the God of Blood Hands has chosen you, and the victor will get his spoils." The woman looked at Dacius suspiciously, Then she parted her purple lips and smiled.

The strange thing is that as the woman got closer and closer, Dacius didn't fall into the desire and couldn't extricate himself. Instead, horror emerged in his heart. He looked at the woman who was almost close and smiled.

"Don't worry! You're so cold, your son won't die." Dacius also grinned at the woman and said with a smile.

Suddenly Dacius wanted to do something again, and the second he finished speaking, he swung a right uppercut and slammed it hard at the woman's chin.

"Damn!" Dacius cursed angrily, because at the moment when his fist was about to hit, he fell into darkness again. He knew that this achievement was a temporary failure, but don't worry, there is still a long way to go.

If it doesn't work in the illusion, then come to reality!

Dacius smelled the stench of blood and cracked corpses.

There were many Duruccis in the room, some alive and some dead.

Pre-prepared magical flames spewed from all sides of the room along the pipes, and then the battle began.

Sirsis lay on the ground, his head was still trying to turn, his blood flowed from the terrible wound on his chest, he wanted to say something, but the blood filling his mouth made him unable to speak .

A Durucci wearing a strange armor walked towards Sirsis slowly holding a godly long sword.

After seeing the godly sword in Durucci's hand, Dacius immediately recognized the Lustrian-style armor on Durucci.

Durucci, who was dressed strangely, knelt down on one knee beside Sirsis, said something that Dacius couldn't hear, and then stabbed the god's long sword into Sirthis' body.The moment he stood up, Dacius recognized who it was. This was clearly the eldest son of Sirsis, Dorian Silver Blade!
Immediately, Dacius looked around, and he felt the emotions of victory and fear intertwined.A large number of Duruccis were scattered in the room, and those who could still stand were loyal to him, and he saw many familiar faces.

The Edrazer trio also had a familiar yet unfamiliar figure of Dacius besieging the defeated Kolan Blackhand. Kolan's left hand was dangling feebly, while his right single-handedly held a scarlet halberd. With the last recalcitrance.

Following the movement of that figure, Dacius recognized who it was, not Geneviève, but a female Drucci, who he had seen when he was in Gorond, it was Hagrid Sisters of Slaughter in Raif Arena, Shakara!
Not long after, with Kolan's death in battle, Drucci who was loyal to Malekith fell.

There seemed to be a sound permeating the thick walls of the room, it was the unwilling roars from the throats of hundreds of Drucci dignitaries, rolling like waves.

In the center of the room, an elaborate set of full-body plate armor and a doomblade rest on a blood-soaked oak stand.

Wren and Walter stood waiting, their brutal faces stained with blood and sweat, their eyes gleaming with triumph, as if they were waiting for a new king to be crowned.

Dacius was still wearing his classic skin, the nobleman's long slope with purple on the outside and crimson on the inside. He didn't wear Hadrika around his neck, nor did he have the scarlet sword hanging around his waist.He walked towards the armor and weapon uncontrollably, he ignored Hirsis who was lying dead on the ground, just when he was about to reach out to touch the armor, a voice pierced through the air and pulled him away return.

"Don't touch! Don't take anything, and don't let his blood stain your clothes, or that ancient armor will swallow you." The voice was deep and calm in this room full of battlefield atmosphere.

Everything around him seemed to freeze, and Dacius stopped and turned to where the sound came from. A hooded figure stood beside him, exuding an aura of mysterious power hidden behind the heavy black robe. Down.

"We met just now! Who are you?" Dacius at this moment knew that what he saw in the room before was not a hallucination.

"Your victory is not over yet, Dacius. If you wear the midnight armor, you will accept Drucci's loyalty, so that no one can challenge your rule." The cold voice came from under the hood again out.

"Why are your words a bit inconsistent? Then should I touch it or not?" Dacius said in a strange way, and he has completely reacted now.

"I'm dreaming? Am I?" Dacius continued to ask seeing that the figure hadn't spoken for a long time.

"It's true! All of this is true, you did it, Dacius. Do you doubt yourself now, are you on the verge of the greatest victory?" The figure slowly stepped forward and replied.

Dacius took a deep breath, trying to control the doubts that were threatening to overwhelm him.He knew that once he put on the Midnight Armor and took up the Blade of Destruction, all the Drucci nobles in Naggaroth would kneel before him and swear their annual loyalty to him. king.Once the oath is taken, he will complete the transformation from the Hand of the Witch King to His Majesty the Witch King. At that time, the entire Naggaroth will belong to him, and his usurpation is complete!
"Time, it's an illusion. Uncertain lines down the river of time. It's not real. I'm lost in a maze, and this grandson has me trapped."

Dacius longed to succumb to that feeling of power, but he quickly realized that he was keen on taking risks and operations, because he was eager to gain power. Although he liked Destruction Blade very much, he only wanted to He likes the shape and demon-breaking attributes of the Destruction Blade. The fundamental reason is that he likes knives, not swords. This is just a pure preference, not the political meaning behind this weapon.

The power in the phantom right now is not what Dacius wants, why should he become the successor of Malekith?What is the purpose of doing this?Rule over Naggaroth?Rule over Durucci?Or King's Landing Ulthuan?meaning?

All Dacius does is to have fun, to make the impossible possible, and he doesn't want his soul to return to Slaanesh's arms after he dies, he wants this fucking world to continue.

And Dacius has a way out, so why is he so impatient to take an adventure on the Lustria continent?It's just to find a possible escape route.In the worst case, he would wander around the Lustria continent and the southern rainforest of the old world all day long with the lizardmen. Anyway, he would not starve to death, because he was Umak of the Old Sage.

The world is destroyed?Destruction is destruction. Anyway, Dacius has worked hard. The sky has fallen and there is a tall one. He can just run with the lizard man's spaceship. Before he dies, let the Slann magic priest seal his soul Well, if you continue to use the Zephyr Lizardman as an artifact or holy artifact, maybe you can reconnect with Malekith, the mother and son.Why did he choose the worst path?What does it mean to be a follow-up to Malekith?

"Is this my future? Is this glory waiting for me in the years to come? But what about the meaning? The meaning of whether I touch it or not? I admit that the illusion created by Your Excellency is wonderful and attractive, but if , I mean, what if, all this is not what I want? How should you deal with it?"

"What about the pattern? After crossing the river of time, you will show me this thing?" Dacius said after seeing that the figure went down again and fell silent, he stretched out his right thumb and index finger and made a very short gesture.

"I hope you'll have some more fun with me when the next door opens. I'm not interested in being the Witch King of Naggaroth, and I'm not interested in being the Phoenix King. Listen! I'm really interested What I want to do is to become the president of the council who unifies the three elites~" Dacius said jokingly, and at the end he stretched his tone.

"You are wrong, this is completely true. This is all caused by you, Dacius. Isn't this what you have always wanted? The darkest place in your heart?"

"You can pull it down! You gang of gods have never been reliable! There is a certain deviation in your prediction, which is far from the reality." Dacius quickly thought about today when he said everything that happened.

Starting from that damned dream, Lustria continent, the ancient sage Huang Qi's trial, the great invasion, the city under the lake of emptiness, and the disappearing Slann magic priest on Chengyu came to this mysterious country.

The upstream, riverside, and downstream of the river of time, past, present, and future.

Thinking of this, Dacius' body trembled. It was a trembling from the soul. He thought of a possibility!There is only one answer!
"What are you? Wait! Don't tell me, let me guess?!" Dacius waved his hand while he was talking, he motioned for the figure to stop talking, and he continued, "Your hood is not It should be one! You should have two heads! But you are not the deity! You are not your master, but you are more like an echo left here? Because your ability is not very good at all, just like a first-class The director suddenly lost his mind, and all the dramas he produced were crappy third-rate dramas. Since it’s for fun, why can’t we play it bigger? For example, I’m wearing a dragon armor and holding a Yangyan sword to play Aenarion.” Dacius Yue said The more excited he was, the more he fell into a strange brain-filling and self-indulgence.

"Ah~ I've been looking forward to seeing you for a long time, Phoenix King, and now your time of death has come." Dacius whimpered and made a sharp voice at the same time.

"What's your name, devil? I can engrave your name on my saddle, so that future generations will know who I defeated." Dacius moved to the other hand as if convulsed Holding a sword that doesn't exist, he raised his head and said with a brave and unyielding voice.

"I am the Weaver of Destiny, Carlos Fate Weaver! I will sacrifice your soul to the Lord of Change. Even though you are just an insignificant toy, I think He will be happy."

　It’s a little late to come back. I don’t ask for leave during the holidays, and I can’t ask for leave. I should be able to open the box tomorrow.

　　This ugly, long, boring story is coming to an end.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)