Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

The slope became steeper and the altitude increased accordingly. The team walked on the mountain road with difficulty, and the rain-soaked slope became more and more dangerous, so that the sorceresses had to rush to reinforce the road. In addition Also beware of wild beast raids that come at any time.

Dacius looked around, as the saying goes, looking at the mountains and running dead horses, after a few days of journey, the mountains now appear bigger, and the lead gray clouds seem to be thicker.

The surrounding land now looks darker, with the rain eroding even its drab colors.The river flowed louder and louder, boiling white where it hit rocks and flowed through narrow channels.

The team has entered Beast Peak within the territory of the Tulaini tribe.

Beast Peaks is a mountain range in the interior north of Albion Island, shrouded in low clouds and sheltered from constant rain and storms.The mountains are called Beast Peaks because of the sheer number of monsters that live in them, either at high altitudes above the cloud line or in the countless caves and labyrinths that nestle the mountains like a beehive.

The natives of Albion see Beast Peak as a link between the island and the realm of the gods, and the rumbling roar of the dark storm clouds that hang over the mountains speaks of the wrath and power of the gods.They see wild beasts rushing out of the mountains to wreak havoc as powerful and willful pets or messengers of the gods, servants who come down from the sky to express their displeasure.

The giants see Beast Peak quite differently, seeing the mountains as a great hunting ground where they can contend with the various beasts that dwell in them.The great hunt is a time of joy as they all race to capture and vanquish the mightiest beast.

And there are rumors that there are huge wealth and powerful artifacts hidden in the maze passage deep in the Beast Peak.

Dacius didn't take the first few messages seriously, but he took the last one to heart. One of his goals was to find the biggest truth-talker across Albion Island. He knew that there was really a huge monster in Beast Peak. Wealth and powerful artifacts, the lead castle left by the Old Ones and the ancient furnace are located in the mountains. The former seems to be a powerful fortress where the Old Ones lived. 500 years later, Master Ma came here through the Path of the Old Sages, and the temple city of Konkuta was established on the basis of the ancient melting pot.

Not to mention mountain roads and wild beasts, even if a knife is shot in front, Dacius will have to go there.

The still-progressing procession passed another series of swift waterfalls that wet members' faces, and the path was lined with giant rock statues much taller than a man, like sentinels.

The statues depict human heads, their outlines blurred over time, many with their mouths open, as if speaking or singing.

Dacius carefully observes a statue with a thick-lipped mouth gaping open and what appears to be wearing a Celtic-style headdress with horns.The right arm is crossed across the chest, in the typical posture of a speaker, and an organ stone is grasped in the hand.He speculates that its implication is likely to be a truth talker or a druid, who can communicate with the gods, so as to spread the wisdom from the gods in his tribe.

As the altitude increased, the weather became colder and wetter, and Dacius felt the chill in his bones so deep, it was like the cold in the grave.None of the fire could be completely dispelled, not even the double-layered sea dragon Pikaitan, who seemed to be back in the sinister peaks.

During the march, there was a thunderous sound of running water ahead, and the sound gradually became louder and louder.The sound echoed from rock to rock, high and powerful like the roar of an angry giant.The river became narrower and moved faster.Several times the team cautiously crossed the magnificent waterfall falling from above. The water flow and the waterfall interweave like a symphony of nature.

The trail twists and turns, while the waterfall's turbulent water divides the trail before joining again on the higher slopes.The sky gradually dimmed, and under the cover of night, the team had already reached the halfway up the mountain.

After marching for a while, the team finally came to a wide and flat ledge, and a magnificent scene appeared in front of them.Most of the lake is filled with bubbling water, and huge waterfalls pour down from the top of the head, splashing choppy water on the rocks under the stone platform, like boiling passion.The boulders are like ancient guards, covered with wet green moss, surrounding the lake, forming a strange and spectacular picture.

The mist filled the air, and the water vapor intertwined in the air, permeating every corner.The huge sound of water roared, like the angry roar of a wounded giant beast.This wave of sound is full of power, filling the entire space, as if it wants to involve everything in its echo.

All of this seems to make the members feel the magnificence of nature, as if they are dancing with the mountains and rivers and blending into the embrace of this wilderness.

"Here we are," Maher said worriedly.

"No! Blood! There have been battles around here before."

Just when Ren unlocked his notebook and was about to record the surrounding scenery in sketches, Karen, who was at the front of the team, suddenly shouted.

Karleon waved his hand and left the team. He took out the Silver Owl Crossbow and drove the Cold One chariot towards the lake. He saw the corpse by the lake. It took him a few seconds to realize that the woman The corpses belonged to the natives, and he jumped out of the chariot and rushed to the nearest one.

The corpse was young and frail, killed by a spear in the back.Judging by the foam on her lips, she appeared to be drowning in her own blood, a spear resting near her cold, clenched fingers.

Karleon noticed green arms sticking out of the water, and green swirls of blood, telling him that an orc had died in the lake.

"This is... this is Oracle's guard." Maher said in disbelief.

Dacius who rushed over looked around, and he found that the huge boulder covered with wet green moss was not a guard, but it was the corpse of an orc. The fog, spray and fading light deceived his vision.

"Master, these corpses are hardly stiff. This battle took place within two hours." Karian knelt down and touched the guard's neck and said.

"Don't panic! Where does Oracle live?" Dacius asked sharply looking at Maher who was a little flustered.

"Over there!" Maher said tremblingly, pointing in one direction.

"It's great, I can't wait!" Dacius looked in that direction, and there were no caves, only waterfalls, he gritted his teeth and said.He knew that if the female guards drove the orc away, he would be greeted by a female guard who could stand up instead of what he was doing now, which meant that Oracle was in danger.

A group of members who came up earlier dispersed in their respective battle formations, and those who were still behind were also accelerating.

Dacius drew out the scarlet sword, and took out a hand crossbow that was not yet wound from the edge of the wall of the chariot. He glanced at Maranul, and after seeing Maranul nodded, he waved his hand.

"The orcs attacked here a few hours earlier than us. It can't be purely accidental, can it? I really hate dealing with prophets and prophets." Dacius said to himself while walking, Then we walked to the edge of the cliff where the waterfall fell.

Just when Dacius was about to ignore the turbulent water and go directly into the waterfall, a yellow light bloomed from the outline of his body, and then a seemingly invisible chain appeared between him and Flanais, from behind Flanais, who rushed over, quickly passed by his side holding his shield and halberd, and entered the waterfall first.Then he also disappeared into the waterfall, followed by Geneviève and Drusala, and the Druccis who followed also disappeared into the waterfall one after another.

After entering the waterfall, there is only a cave that can accommodate two people walking side by side. This reminds Dacius of a game called Hall of Valor. His journey and current experience seem to be no different from the Northland in the game. Then his attention was drawn to the corpses strewn all over the floor, and the cave was filled with more corpses of women and orcs.

Dacius didn't feel uneasy. Although many of the dead girls were beautiful, they were already dead, and what did they have to do with him?He has never been a sympathetic person, and he has seen more than this in Naggaroth, and he is more beautiful.

Drusala waved it casually, and the cave lit up.

Flanais's shoulders were hunched, he bent over and walked in front holding his shield, and the god's halberd in his hand was used as a spear.This can't help but remind Dacius, who opened up the space for waving the halberd behind him, to think of the slave master,
"Let's start!" Dacius ordered after taking a deep breath, and then he used the light to string the crossbow.

The cave gradually expanded as it went deeper, and there were traces of battle everywhere. The female guards were lying on the ground after a desperate rearguard battle, surrounded by the corpses of orcs and goblins.

In addition to the pervasive smell of blood, there is also the smell of lamp oil and incense.Oil lamps lit in alcoves of the cave gave off a faint flickering light.In places the lamps had been overturned and smashed, but the damp conditions inside the cave had snuffed out any flames.

"There are orcs nearby!" Flanais, who was walking in the front, stopped suddenly, and said after sniffing the air.

Dacius shrugged, but did not ask why Flanais knew.Because the first time he returned to Krakarond from the Lustria continent, he read the information about Flanais in Newkel. The object of martial arts training is cheap, powerful, and the quantity is also large.

As the cave deepened, the air became less humid and warmer.

Dacius smelled the musky scent in the air, and couldn't help thinking about the seasons of the year, even in the cold winter, it was very comfortable here, but why did the Truth Speaker live here?Instead of living near the Pillars of Ogg Argog or the Ring of Ogan Stone, is there any saying?It's a pity that he left Maher outside instead of bringing him in.He believed that although he had never met him before, the man who spoke the truth must know him, and the man who did not know him was not the man who spoke the mantra, so it would be better to leave Maher outside, in case someone came again.

The cave is still gradually expanding, slowly turning into an area.Dacius could see that these rooms were used for living, but now the bedding and straw used for sleeping were scattered on the ground, there were signs of broken and vandalized everywhere, golden headdresses and sparkling jewels were also dropped Everywhere.

There were more and more corpses, and the sound of fighting came from the front.A group of green skins crowded the entrance of a cave. They seemed to be trying to break through the stubborn resistance and force their way in. An orc shaman dressed in tatters and holding a stone staff was still urging the orcs. Go on the offensive.

Flanais glanced back first, then quickly stepped forward and tapped the shield with his halberd. He was not in the posture of attacking, and soon his tapping sound attracted the attention of the orc shaman.

As the stone staff fell to the ground, the orc shaman also fell.

Before Alyssa followed behind her, Drusala made a move. The orc shaman was killed by the black magic of a name that Dacius couldn't name, but Dacius estimated that the orc shaman should It was as miserable as those nerubians and mutants died.

Immediately afterwards, Flanais charged, and the Duruccis who followed also circled around Dacius's side and rushed forward.

Drusala took a step forward again, as if she was inspired by the battle in the passage in Cuiza. With the opening of her arms, a terrifying metal jet erupted in front of Flanais, and the metal mixed with it He rushed at the orc with flames.

Dacius couldn't help covering his nose with his left hand holding the crossbow. The air was filled with the screams and roars of dying orcs and goblins, and there was also a disgusting smell of burning.

Flanais stopped there, feeling the heat from Drusala's spell. He felt like he was standing next to a hot furnace. He heard footsteps approaching in front of him. It seemed that something was coming. survived the fiery rage.

With a roar like a beast, a huge orc rushed out of the flames.His clothes were burning, his green skin was scorched in places, and he staggered a little, but he was unafraid.

After a while, voices came one after another. These big orcs were all huge and more muscular.Their pale yellow tusks glisten with froth, and their massive fists hold gleaming blades or clubs.Their eyes were full of crazy hatred and anger.

The orc warrior rushing to the back was more burly than the other big orcs. He was wearing a helmet that was obviously in the style of Obien, and he kept yelling, as if he was issuing some orders, and rushed to the front while muttering. .

The orc warrior felt something was wrong when he rushed towards him, and his yelling did not get a response. He turned around and saw that the big orcs who were charging with him a second ago were all lying on the ground at this moment.

Flanais didn't panic at all when he saw the orc warrior who was rushing towards him, but instead sneered, and his kind sister specially left the biggest one for him.After adjusting his posture, he held up his shield and rushed towards the orc warrior. He wanted to let the orc warrior experience what he had suffered before.

"Shrimp!" The orc warrior looked at Flanais who was close in front of him, and roared angrily as he clenched his stick tightly with both hands. Without fear, he strenuously moved forward, then leaped, and smashed the stick hard on on the shield that blinded him.

The rod and shield sparked, but the rod shattered and the shield remained intact.Flanais' body was constantly retreating. He put the butt of his halberd on the ground, and the soles of his boots were constantly rubbing against the ground.After unloading, he stomped on the ground and rushed forward, while raising his halberd horizontally.

There was no stormy battle. If the sorceresses didn't know that Flanais wanted to test the power of the shield, the orc warrior would have become an orc dip.

Flanais swung his halberd accurately, and the tip of the halberd protruded from the other side of the orc general's helmet. The orc general, who had been knocked away by the shield's force field and was lying on the ground, was completely motionless.

"Invincible~ how lonely it is." Dacius shook his head with emotion. This is not even a one-sided massacre, because there is no battle at all.He felt that his novice period passed a little too quickly. With other Drucci or Lizardman by his side, he basically had nothing to do with him during the battle, especially in such a narrow space.

Dacius, who was thinking about it, suddenly felt inspired. With the development of the Adrazer Cult, he became a little embarrassed. Although he was chosen by God, he was not the most capable champion.But maybe he can be a combination of a warrior and a prophet?As for how to call it, I will think about it after thinking about it.

Some female guards with tattoos covered in blue dye rushed out of the narrow opening, and on them was a white figure that they would give their lives to protect.

The female guards with spears and bronze shields looked unfriendly, and they didn't seem to care who saved them.

"This is the Holy Land!" said one of the guardsmen, who was almost as tall as Flanais and had her hair tied up in many locks, taking a step forward and pointing a spear at Flanais.She has tattoos all over her face and arms, giving her a wild look.

"Oh~ I'm sorry, forgive our ignorance." Dacus walked forward and said slowly, under the surprised gazes of all the Druccis, he continued, "Next time I will respect your taboo and let the orcs slaughter you in your sanctuary."

Geneviève was the first to make a laughing sound, and then the Drouches also made a strange sound.

"You!" The female guards were irritated by Dacius' words and the rudeness of the Druccis, and the hands holding the weapons were stiff.Even though her face was covered with tattoos, she quickly turned red, and she quickly took a step forward to attack.

"Enough is enough, don't be rude. Although he is a stranger here, he helped save all of our lives. And he has the right to come here because he is the messenger of the Old One!" The white figure made a trembling voice , After finishing speaking, he bowed to Dacius.

"But he is not of our blood, even a fool can tell... The Old One? The... emissary of the Old One?" the female guard suddenly closed her mouth at the end, as if she had just realized what she said should not be said. if.

"Nice to meet you, Oracle." Dacius nodded as he walked over, and then motioned for the female guards to step aside. He walked up to Oracle and stretched out his hand, while he was still observing Oracle. you.

This is a tall woman with a sharp face, but still beautiful.Her robes are thick gray wool.The braids on the back of the head are very complicated, which seems to have some meaning.There was also a blue dye tattoo on her face, but it had faded to the point where it was almost invisible, like the ink on parchment that had been left in the sun for too long.It's a pity that her eyes are milky white, and she is obviously blind.

Oracle walked towards Dacius devoutly, then knelt down in front of Dacius, and showed the back of his head under Dacius' palm.

Apparently, Oracle misunderstood what Dacius meant, but he didn't say anything, but put his palms flat under the complicated eyes of the female guards. He thought that Oracle had already received a lot of respect on weekdays.The natives seemed to be in awe of Oracle, as indicated by the expression on their faces and the look in their eyes.He flicked a few times on the back of Oracle's head to fool him.

"You are always welcome here, Messenger of the Old Sage." Oracle stood up and said with a bow, and then she said with some hesitation, "I know you have many names, but I don't know how I should call you?"

"My name is Dacus Calamity of Hell. As you said, I have many identities. The Slann magic priests of the ancient saints are used to calling me Umak, and you are qualified to call me that as a true speaker. After finishing his self-introduction, Dacius pointed to the cave behind Oracle and continued, "I don't like talking in places with corpses, and I'm a little hungry, and my team members are camping outside. Some people go out to coordinate, no one wants to cause unnecessary casualties, right?"

"Let's say something useful." (End of this chapter)