Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

As Salil finished speaking, the space on the other side of Kerilian began to twist. A moment later, an elf with a bare chest and a body covered with carvings and tattoos appeared there. Every muscle in his body was tense, and the lines and patterns seemed to tell ancient and mysterious stories.

"Are you here too?" Salil smiled slightly, with a hint of meaning in his eyes.

"I have to come, but... you?" The elf who suddenly appeared squatted on the tree trunk with his feet on the ground, his forearms on his knees, and looked at Vetier who was still dancing in the open space in the distance. After a moment, he sighed and responded to Salil.

"witness!"

Kerilian kept turning her head, sometimes looking at Salil, sometimes looking at the elf who suddenly appeared. She listened to the incomprehensible conversation, but she still suppressed the doubts in her heart just like before. She knew that the "him" Salil just mentioned was definitely not the elf in front of her. And after she saw the elf suddenly appearing, she realized a terrible possibility.

"Witness is not just watching, it is understanding, the intersection with time, and the dialogue with destiny." Salil said slowly, his eyes still deep and gentle.

"I am here to feel and remember. Every moment is passing, but every moment is also shaping the future." The elf who suddenly appeared nodded, his eyes still watching the dancers in the distance.

Countless questions arose in Carillian's heart. She could feel the profound meaning contained in these words, and every word caused ripples in her heart. But she knew that now was not the time to ask questions. To be precise, there was no place for her to speak. She just chose a relatively appropriate position.

"You chose this place because you know deep down in your heart that this is the intersection of the future and the place where hopes intersect." Salil turned to Kerillian, his voice soft but with a power that could not be ignored.

"What we are about to face is the torrent of destiny, and this is the intersection of destiny. Every choice and every action we make will echo here, affecting every corner of the future." The elf suddenly appeared from the tree trunk Standing up, his eyes turned to Carillian.

"I'm here……?"

Carillian felt a chill and excitement at the same time, and she realized that she seemed to be standing at a critical moment? A moment not just for her, but for the entire world, and then what?

After Salil and the elf finished speaking, they looked at each other and communicated silently. Then Salil nodded slightly and looked firmly into the distance.

In the clearing, Orion's hooves were still moving. His eyes kept scanning, and then he saw a bunch of relatively unfamiliar but familiar entities.

Like a lot of recorded history, what is recorded in the chronology is sometimes not so accurate, and there are hidden details that only those who experienced it know.

When the Great Forest accepted the Asur who had not returned to Ulthuan, a crucial battle took place, known as the Battle of Asrai's Founding of the Clan. And Leandra, who played a huge role in that game, was not recorded in history. There is no doubt that Leandra, who has noble blood, is a powerful spellcaster, but she did not become a woodland lord, nor did she become a priest. She lived in seclusion in the depths of Athel Loren like a hermit. She only appears when it's important.

The original Orion was an Assur noble. He knew Liandra. They fought side by side in the Battle of Revenge in Ulthuan and in the colony. The name Leandra has always been hidden in the depths of Orion's memory. In Orion's view now, Leandra is still the same as he knew him at the beginning. Leandra has not suffered like "Night Owl" Zoya. , haggard, old, but still a clear and bright beauty.

"Who are you?" After passing by the retreating noble Aslay, Orion nodded to Leandra who was standing there motionless, and then roared at the person beside Leandra.

"I am the envoy from Ulthuan, Fenubar Ruiren, on behalf of the Phoenix King..."

"You are not welcome here! You should go back to where you came from!" Orion's low roar interrupted Fenubal's words. He ignored the stunned and nervous Fenubal and turned around to face the people present. Sly roared, "Athel Loren belongs to Aslay. It was before! It is now! And it will be in the future!"

Orion's anger echoed across the clearing like thunder, his voice was full of wild power, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the elves.

There was no shouting, no applause, only shock and surprise. The Aslay nobles were shocked by this sudden anger. Their eyes turned to Orion one after another. Some of them were filled with fear, while others showed distrust.

Waitier, who welcomed Orion's arrival, was still dancing there, as if the ceremony had already begun and could not be forced to end. His dance steps are still light, but there is a hint of stiffness and uneasiness in his movements. The veteran warrior and woodland lord "Hookblade" Sionlan was still standing there, with the strange expression still on his face. His eyes looking at Orion were full of complex emotions, including admiration, but also faint uneasiness and doubt.

Aralos, who was standing not far from Seonlan, also looked at Orion, who raised his fists and roared with an inexplicable complex look. His brows were furrowed, and doubts about Orion's leadership surged in his heart. He thought of what Lilith had said to him not long ago, and doubts kept flashing through his mind. Perhaps, as Lilith said, a leader dominated by anger can really lead Asrai to the light. The future?
Orion's anger is burning, and he vows to turn all distrust and doubt into ashes. His eyes flashed like an animal, his fists were clenched, and his muscles were tense, ready to pounce on anyone who dared oppose him. However, just when his anger was about to explode, a gentle voice sounded in his mind.

"We might as well listen to what they say and make a decision. They can't stop you from being great." Like before, Ariel's voice was like a spring breeze blowing on her face, bringing tranquility. Her words were full of tenderness and soothing. It lifted the storm in Orion's heart.

Orion's breathing gradually calmed down, and he closed his eyes, feeling Ariel's comfort. His anger subsided, replaced by a temporary calm. He knew that Ariel's words were the deepest source of strength in his heart, and Ariel's existence allowed him to find his direction in the most violent storm. He took a deep breath, opened his eyes again, and let out a long, low sigh of contentment.

"We will listen to their words, but remember, Athel Loren will always belong to Asrai!" Orion said slowly, his voice still full of majesty, but no longer filled with angry roars.

Orion then turned to look at Artomis, recalling how Artomis had changed him. He strode forward, grabbed Artomis's shoulders, and after a moment's thought, he picked up Artomis's spear.

"My king... king, such a weapon is not worthy of you." Artomis shook his head and stammered.

Orion nodded. He held Artomis' shoulders tightly and stared at Artomis silently. He then turned his head and noticed a pair of tall, twisted thrones made of tangled root wood, placed next to the Oak of Ages.

"You're right." Orion crossed the grass and sat heavily on one of them. He picked up the spear beside him and looked at it. The spear of Kunos, his weapon, is what he should use. arms.

Ariel followed Orion and sat on another empty seat, then she nodded to the gathered crowd, indicating that the ceremony would continue.

A few minutes later the minstrels emerged from the woods, carefully playing their harps and playing their flutes softly. The sun casts mottled light and shadow through the canopy of the trees, and their music intertwined with the light and shadow, seeming to wake up the entire forest. As the music played, some brave Aslai nobles quietly walked forward, trying their best to avoid Orion's thunderous gaze, kneeling at Ariel's feet, offering honey and wild flowers, and hanging exquisite Aslai-style ornaments on the On the armrest of the throne.

After seeing that Orion was no longer angry, more Asrai emerged from the woods and joined in the drumming and singing, and strange and beautiful melodies resounded throughout the countryside. As Ariel's spring-like smile spread, the Asrai nobles became more confident.

Soon, wearing brightly colored robes, they were spinning back and forth on the grass, like flowers in the forest. Their movements were elegant and energetic, blending in with the surrounding nature. The flames reflected the cheerful faces of the Asrais, and music and laughter filled the air as if the forest itself was dancing with it.

When the music reached its climax, Ariel also joined the dance. She waved her hands gently, as if commanding the rhythm of the entire forest. When she turned around, the bard performed even harder. She flapped her wings and came to the center of the clearing, where she whirled across a carpet of petals, her maids forming a circle around her, holding hands and whirling in opposite directions.

The silver flames of Ariel and the maids flickered, igniting Aslay who tried to get close to them, and igniting the slender faces with awe. To the elves who were still awake, they seemed to be in the presence of stars and comets, and the sky itself was spinning before them on the grass.

Ariel closed her eyes and let her mind wander as she danced. While the others sang and talked, she remained silent, absorbed in her eternal court life. At first, she could hear the flattering words of those Aslay closest to her, but soon her senses turned to the more interesting conversations taking place under the trees. She smiled to herself, knowing that no matter how the seasons changed, small talk would always be the same, until she heard a nobleman boasting about his newly captured child.

"These children will be forever blessed and their lives will be spent in service to the Asrai nobles. There is so much wisdom in their eyes that I swear you could almost believe they were born in the forest."

As Ariel listened, a complex emotion emerged in her heart. At this moment, she saw endless reincarnation in this world of beauty and cruelty. Her senses are constantly expanding, with secret conversations, forbidden appointments, and shameful, hidden sins. She spins faster in the dance, allowing her mind to expand. As she listened carefully, she heard a less interesting remark, another theme hidden between the flattery and the small talk.

At first, she ignored it, but the same words were repeated so many times that eventually, she started to pay attention.

"A great being has appeared." A deep voice said.

"He told me He was approaching."

The conversation faded in and out, like a whisper in the wind. Ariel's smile gradually disappeared. She didn't know whether these words were said by the Aslays or something else, but she realized that these words were not groundless. Her attention was withdrawn from the dance and gradually turned to these vague words. Clear hint.

"A great existence?" A voice murmured, with unconcealable fear.

"What should we do if he does come?" another voice asked, full of anxiety.

Ariel's dance steps became more cheerful to the rhythm of the music, but her thoughts became heavier and her smile gradually disappeared. She felt the thoughts of the Asrai flowing through her like sunlight through the leaves, and she closed her eyes and let herself lose herself in the dance, the emotions lifting her heart up over the treetops and down into the surrounding valley. . Spring has begun, branches are growing on the fertile soil, and small green shoots are sprouting.

Ariel's mind wanders in beautiful scenes, trying to draw strength and inspiration. She is aware of the threats and dark shadows from the outside, but the power of the forest is still under her control, and her rule is as eternal as the stars. With her soul connected to every corner of the forest, Orion's rebirth is a powerful symbol of new life and hope. With the king, she felt extremely confident, believing that she and her kingdom could overcome any challenge, no matter how powerful the threats from the outside were.

However... at this moment, Ariel couldn't feel it anymore. Those former powers were still there, but they were disconnected from her and deliberately avoided her. The dance spun faster, the thoughts flew further, the crown and the dome spread out before her, she tried to feel the power and permanence of the forest, but... the thought made her unable to calm down, she was shocked, but she knew she couldn't Letting fear control her, she had to stay strong.

Ariel opened her eyes and looked at the nobles dancing around her. Their faces were filled with awe and admiration. Her very existence was a strength, giving Aslay the courage and hope she knew she had to keep. As the music ended, she stopped spinning and her eyes swept over the assembled nobles. She smiled, nodded, and signaled the ceremony to continue.

"Funny, isn't it? Look at how these so-called Aslays grovel and flatter themselves, belittling themselves like useless trash, Orion in a state of rage will tear them to pieces, and they won't be able to resist, but Kneeling, begging for mercy. Ariel could barely remember their names, neither of them desired anything but obedience," Leandra whispered, not hiding her disgust in the presence of the Azul envoy. Affection.

When Ariel embraced Orion, the Assur envoys were still watching quietly. As the conversation between the Queen and the King began, Orion's anger seemed to dissipate.

As the sun slowly rose into the sky, the birds that began to move in the forest seemed to join in the ritual, which reminded Orion of the warm feeling. For a moment, he watched the dance and ceremony indifferently, as he and Ariel were worshiped as they had been for countless centuries before.

The maids walked to Ariel's side. These maids were the glorious mirror images of Ariel. They were busy around Ariel's limbs, adjusting the queen's hair, whispering secrets to the queen, causing the queen to smile like silver bells. The sound echoed across the clearing.

After seeing Orion looking this way, Ariel pursed her lips and smiled back at Orion, as if they were sharing a private joke.

Orion's attention gradually shifted, his eyes wandering on the weapon in his hand. When he was studying the wood grain, a face suddenly floated into the distance. It was a scene that was still fresh in my memory, a face as pale and rough as a birch tree. As the face enlarged in his mind, he felt a terrible fear welling up from the core of his being. The pale face glared at him with contempt, and the singing voice died away.

who is it? Orion thought, who doubted me? As his panic grew, he bent down and grabbed the spear so tightly that it gradually showed signs of breaking.

"Orion, dear?" Ariel moved her maid aside and leaned against Orion. After seeing Orion's expression, her smile wavered.

"who is it?"

Orion did not hear Ariel's comfort as before, but kept looking at the spear. Amidst the noise of the ceremony, a voice suddenly rose up, a deep roar coming from deep in his chest. His keen senses sift through thousands of words to one word, which unleashes a series of images in his mind. He imagined the creatures he had seen in the pond, all creatures that struck him as strange and abhorrent.

"There's a dark cloud hanging over his future."

"He's weak."

Orion thought of the blind white snake shrouded in fog. Thinking of this, he became angry driven by fear. He also thought of the child with autumn leaves in his hair, the annoying toad, the stag that ignored him, the white wolf that doubted him, the four-winged phoenix that doubted him, all the lords in the forest, all those who doubted him The savage judge of the ruling power. The scornful faces of these lords came to his mind, and terrible accusations flooded his ears.

Orion's fear was magnified. If he failed, Ariel's reign would end and his lover would die, he was sure of it. The centuries they had lived together would have been meaningless, their lives would have withered away. He had to prove the creatures wrong, he had to prove his power. Staggering to his feet, his heart pounding and his spear pointed at the crowd, he staggered across the grass, past his maids and nobles.

"Who said that?" Orion's voice echoed in the open space, shaking everyone's heart like thunder.

The still-dancing Vetir stared at Orion, and the bards who sang the never-ending poem stopped reciting. The light in the clearing suddenly dimmed, and the surrounding trees let out a strange groaning sound. The tall oak tree swayed in the breeze, and the light and shadow among the leaves intertwined, as if in response to Orion's anger. The faces of the nobles were full of shock and uneasiness. They did not dare to look directly into Orion's eyes and lowered their heads to avoid the king's sight.

Orion's breath became short, his eyes flashed with angry fire, and his chest heaved violently. He felt an invisible force stirring within him, and his spear clenched in his hand, seeming to absorb the rage within him.

"Who is questioning me?" Orion's voice sounded again, with uncontrollable anger.

The nobles remained silent, and no one dared to respond to Orion's question. They knew that in the face of the angry Orion, any words could cause a greater disaster. They could only stand there silently, waiting for the king's next move.

"Who is questioning my rule?"

The nobles' faces became even paler, and they stepped back one after another, for fear of becoming the target of Orion's wrath. The surrounding trees let out a low groan, as if responding to Orion's anger. The light flickered among the treetops, as if the whole forest was shaking with Orion's wrath.

The Thorn Sisters looked at Ariel with confusion and fear, but she did not respond to the Thorn Sisters' gazes, because she was as confused as everyone else present. She leaned forward and opened her lips, but she had not yet When she was about to say something, she was interrupted by Orion's roar.

"Who said that?!" Orion's huge body trembled with anger, and nearby branches broke due to the roar. The light grew dimmer, and a deep, loud rumble came from the earth.

Some experienced Aslays had already reacted. They had retreated to the edge and ran into the woods again as before. Some of the slower runners could only kneel on their knees and stare directly at the ground, trying to avoid looking at their king.

Besides the still-beating Vetir, there was an Aslay standing, not submerged in the clearing, strange shadows bending as they passed over him. It was a stranger, tall and thin, wearing a long black cloak, and he waited silently as the nobles scattered around him, dark and gaunt, like a raven.

Orion focused his gaze on the stranger. His perception seemed to have transcended his limited body. He immediately knew that this stranger did not bleed noble blood, but was just an ordinary being. Shouldn't have been allowed to attend the ceremony, shouldn't have been invited by the Queen. He could feel the stranger's mystery, but he didn't understand why the stranger stood there proudly facing him.

"You?!" Orion's roar roared on the grass, and he pointed the Spear of Kunos at the stranger.

The stranger did not flinch from Orion's roar and coercion, and always maintained his original posture.

"Who are you?" The roar appeared from Orion's mouth again.

"Me? Fenavar, this is not important. I was not invited, it was Moraygo who asked me to appear here." When Orion came closer, the stranger was still staring, and there was a transcendent plainness in his response. of indifference.

The Asrais who had hid in the woods made a small noise after hearing Fenarval's words, and then started talking.

"What happened? They..." Fenubar, who was also in the woods, pointed to Aslay in the distance and asked.

"The religion here no longer evolved as it did in Ulthuan. Mora'ig H'g, the goddess of fate and death, as he said, he was a follower of Mora'ig. They had no purpose. Wandering in the forest, but in fact they follow an instinct that leads them to the location where a death ritual is about to be required." Leandra frowned and whispered, realizing that something seemed to be wrong, although she rarely attended such rituals. , but she knew that followers of Mora'ig should not appear here at this time.

"Ms. Leandra, you mean? Something big is going to happen?" Finubar understood, but he was still a little unsure. He asked questions, and at the same time he thought about the time he came here hundreds of years ago without any news. Assur Mission.

"Yes."

Orion bent down so that his face was only centimeters from Fenaval.

"You need my help." Fenavar raised his voice.

"Me?" As Orion roared, he stretched out his hand to hold Feinaval's neck, and lifted Feinaval up on the spot. At first, his voice was low and dangerous, and finally he roared fiercely and at the same time, he strengthened his grip. The control of Fenaval's throat, "I need your help? I need your help!"

"The celebration has just begun, don't be like this Orion, since he is here, he is a guest." Ariel walked up to Orion, and she put her hand on her lover's arm.

"There are souls in the forest who deny our rule, but don't worry, I will prove myself." Orion loosened his grip on Feenavar's throat, then he raised his chin and looked at Ariel's nose with his glowing eyes. .

"Dear, what do you mean? The trees are full of spirits. They are as much a part of us as we are. You don't need to prove anything." Ariel seemed to know something, her smile wavered. (End of chapter)