Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Daxus passed through darkness and entered the Winter Vault, a network of frozen caves, illuminated by the activated Veszar. As he walked through the caves, strange ripples arched above his head, but he ignored them and continued walking.

Of course, the cave was not completely dark. After he walked for a while, a beam of light leaked into the cave from the cracks above his head. These rays of light were refracted by the minerals in the rocks. The light cast a glittering shape on his face, constantly changing and distorting his expression. He did not feel tired. He seemed to have come to another space. The length of the cave was almost infinite.

As he went deeper, the cold air became thinner and weaker, and every broken breath made his chest ache. He leaned on the sword and panted for a few minutes. The cold penetrated his skin like poison and took away his vitality. This situation should not have happened, but it did. He attributed it to corrosion and mental erosion.

Panting, he looked around. The cave in front of him was no longer one-way, but began to extend in all directions. Some were tall and magnificent passages dotted with glittering stalactites and stalagmites, while others were so narrow that he couldn't even enter. Every surface was glittering, either ice or crystals, and as he looked around, his breath condensed into a thick mist, making the cave seem even more mysterious.

For a moment, he even heard a distant response, but the sound soon disappeared. He was not sure whether it was real or just an echo. He took out the compass on his belt and looked at it. The compass was useless in such a strange place. The needle that should have pointed to the north was spinning randomly. After admiring it for a moment, he put away the compass and walked straight forward.

Soon he lost track of time, the caverns were endless and complex, passages often taking him back to places he had already traversed. He stopped from time to time to sense movement nearby, but each time he looked, there was nothing, perhaps the cave walls moving slightly, like water rippling over rock.

After a long time, he found a route he had never explored before, a passage that was brighter than all the previous passages. He walked slowly along the passage, and when he entered the passage, he was dazzled by the strong light and stopped. When he regained his senses, he realized that the far end of the cave seemed to lead to the outside world? But it didn't seem to?

Even if it was, he was not going to go out. His mission was to find something, not something. In order not to lose face, he explained that the Winter Dome was an empty, dull cave with nothing of value except a few glittering rocks. When the oppressive atmosphere of the cave pressed on him, the idea of ​​returning to the forest became urgent. He smiled, and he seemed to understand why. He carried the sword and walked slowly towards the light.

In a way, he was back in the forest, a forest of twisted oaks surrounding him, wedged in the trees below the hillside, but he did not think he was back in Athel Loren, nor did he think he was in the Beyond. As he was about to step back through the snow, he caught something out of the corner of his eye. On the other side of the clearing, two figures were hugging each other. He seemed to be witnessing a tryst.

He stopped and greeted the couple, but the two figures did not respond. He looked around cautiously, looking at the cold trees. When he was ready, he walked towards the couple. As he approached, his eyebrows raised. He seemed to have discovered something extraordinary, or something strange. With curiosity, he quickened his pace. When he arrived in front of the couple, his suspicion was confirmed.

One of the figures was Ariel. He didn't know Orlean, whose face changed every year. He wasn't Asrai either, so how could he know him? But he knew Ariel. He had been in close contact with Ariel. Ariel had turned into a moth, but Ariel's face had not changed.

"What... are you doing?" Dacus leaned his head out and asked curiously.

However, the couple ignored Dacus's intentions and even hugged each other and started chewing under Dacus's gaze. After chewing, another figure stroked Ariel's cheek.

"Hey, hey, hey." Daxus did not howl in anger. Perhaps the other figure was the original Orion, or it could be someone else? But it didn't matter. He was not Orion anyway, and this had nothing to do with him. When he finished speaking, he swung the sword and swept over.

The sword pierced through the figure's chest and cut through the tree trunk behind him. He drew back the sword and took a step back. He stretched out his left hand, made a gesture of "you continue", and then slowly stepped back. He no longer paid attention to this illusion, but he did not choose to retreat to the passage. Instead, he continued to cross the woods because the passage disappeared and the way he came was gone.

The strange thing is that as a Duruchi with a strange heart, he should not feel the cold, and with the blessing of the dragon armor and the sword, the cold is still constantly weakening his strength. As he went deeper, the sky became darker, the air became colder, and the trees became denser.

He was the King of Athel Loren, but the forest was not his home, at least not now. It was a strange place, and he felt a palpable hostility creeping in through the cold. As he stumbled through the frost-covered ferns, he caught a glimpse of movement in his peripheral vision, but every time he looked, there was nothing, and no response. He chose to keep going, the snow falling heavier and heavier, the trees pressing tighter and tighter.

After walking for a while, he decided not to walk any further, as he was tired. He pushed away the snow and sat on a fallen tree trunk. He did not light a campfire, but began to think.

He made a lot of mental preparations before entering, such as meeting Shalaxi or other keepers of secrets again, and those messy Slaanesh demons, and then fighting a big battle, but it didn't happen. Before and after he entered, the spellcasters were constantly preparing to prevent demons from appearing in the Winter Vault, which was known as a prison.

Strictly speaking, the Winter Vault is located at the border of Athel Loren and the Grey Mountains, in a hidden valley. The surrounding environment is different from what he saw, and it is not winter yet. Unless the Winter Vault has a teleportation function and sent him to Artives, or the distant Naggaroth? But the probability is very small.

Before he came in, Narhap and Salir believed that the Winter Vault was not actually a prison, but a breach that was being destroyed, connecting Ithil to Slaanesh's territory. So when magic gathered, the breach would open and Slaanesh daemons would rush out of the Winter Vault.

He entered alone. He didn't think it was the right choice to bring a bunch of good players into the Winter Dome. Of course, he didn't get ahead of himself. He had some cards. It was time to go back. He didn't think he would gain anything in this forest. After a while, he stopped thinking and hummed a song. At first, the melody was ethereal and hard to hear.

"Ah! Falling like golden leaves in the wind."

"Years as numerous as the branches of a tree!"

"The long years are like sweet mead that has been drunk in one gulp."

As he hummed, the sound gradually became a low, rumbling chorus, forming a melody so sad and beautiful that he held his breath without having to continue singing. It was a remake of Umaq's song, led by Loik and blessed by the war dancers.

"This is an illusion!"

The trees in the forest began to widen and lose their color, the trees becoming the frozen walls of the cave. He was back where he started, still surrounded by ice-covered stone pillars, bathed in the iridescent light that framed the crystals in the walls, and the illusion was dispelled.

A figure appeared in the changing light, revealing its true appearance. Daxus frowned. He couldn't describe it. It was something that was difficult to understand in a short time. It was like the wall itself was moving towards him. After a moment, the figure straightened its back and stretched to its full height. Only then did he realize that the figure seemed to be the cave itself.

He stepped back in shock, and as the walls and ceiling continued to collapse, a huge humanoid figure appeared. The giant stood up as the cave disintegrated and collapsed, making a huge roar like a landslide, revealing a snow-covered sky.

Dust and rubble rained down on the dragon's armor, and he had to raise his arms to shield his face from the rocks that hit him. As the rock subsided, he peered through the swirling dust and tried to see what towered over him.

An enormous stone giant, with huge shoulders stretched out, like a mountain carved into a human form, a wide protrusion on the chest, and a collapsed snow peak on the head. Under its rugged eyebrows are a pair of dazzling blue lights that serve as eyes, and its arms end not in hands, but in two huge stone hammers.

"The fire of Asuryan," Dacius muttered, realizing that the giant before him was of incredible size, perhaps taller than the yew tree he had seen at Tavarria's House. As he stared at the giant's jagged torso, he noticed some kind of circular pattern carved into the giant's chest, but in the dust he couldn't be sure.

"There, once, was a vow that the elves were forbidden to take." The stone giant looked down at Dakwus, his expression solemn, and spoke in a rumbling voice, and more rocks rolled down from the remaining cave walls. It turned its head, shook off the snow and soil, and slowly and laboriously formed these words.

The words were so loud that Dacius had to cover his ears with his hands, and in the process he glimpsed or sensed something on the other side of the giant's foot. There was a small valley on the other side of the giant, and in the center of the valley was a circle of beech trees. Despite the unseasonable winter, the trees were still covered with bright red leaves, and it was difficult to see through the dust and snow that the giant had rolled down, but he could still make out some kind of structure.

He peered through the smoke, looking at the stone on the mound at the center of the trees, smooth and pure as the orb on Rah's staff, and he saw what he was looking for: Tal Idana, and he confirmed the existence of the slab.

He didn't say anything, but looked up at the stone giant, who looked down at him as well. After a moment, the stone giant bowed and stepped back. Obviously, the stone giant recognized his identity and passed the facial recognition.

After a while, Dacus left the Winter Dome carrying Tal Idana and the stone slab. Before leaving, the stone giant's right hand changed, no longer a fist but a hand, and the stone giant handed him a ring and a scepter.

After Tal Idana was brought to the Flowing Water Palace, it was activated. Such an important thing is like the two balls under his crotch. He would not hand Tal Idana over to the Asrai. It would be the best choice to put it in the Flowing Water Palace and let the lizardmen guard it. Besides, this thing originally belonged to the Ancient Saint. He could put it wherever he wanted, and the Asrai could not find any fault.

After everything was done, he returned to the clearing in Tasern, and the Senate meeting held at the beginning of autumn began.

Now he could be sure that this ring, one of the three pieces in the Starlight set, was a genuine product of the ancient saints and it would fit perfectly on his finger.

The shape of the ring is simple and smooth. The smooth metal surface of the inner ring reflects the brilliance of the outer gemstone, adding a layer of mysterious brilliance, just like a wonderland where stars gather, condensing the glory of the Milky Way between the fingers. The surface is inlaid with countless twinkling stars, each of which is as bright as the stars in the night sky.

Whenever light shines on the ring, the inside of the ring will flow with brilliance, just like the Milky Way flowing between your fingers. The design of the ring setting seems to be inspired by the spiral shape of the Milky Way, and the delicate engraved lines are like star tracks in the universe.

As for what it was used for… He didn’t know, and neither did Narhap and Salir. It seemed more like a decoration. If he didn’t have the Starlight Cloak and the Star Bow, he would have really believed it. The problem was that after he put on the three-piece suit, there was no obvious effect. For example, after the three-piece suit was activated, the bow and arrow could shoot farther, and the cloak increased the stealth function. None of these seemed to be used in the wrong way. Did he have to take a spaceship to outer space to find out?

Finally, he chose to wear the Starlight Ring on his finger as a decoration, as a beautiful ornament.

Now he held a staff of silver silk, with a gleaming eagle's head on top, holding a fist-sized sapphire in its beak, but the sapphire was dull, obviously worn out by the years. It was an elven-made staff from the time of the Incursion, with the mark of Hoeth engraved above the grip.

Salil told him that the wielder of this scepter was a Hoth follower, a magic swordsman. Belloda told him that the wielder and family of this scepter were recorded, but this family disappeared after coming to Elsing Alvin in the Golden Age, as if they had never appeared, and no one knew why.

While he was playing with it, Liv, who was sitting next to him, gently pushed him. When he reacted, he looked in the direction Liv was pointing. (End of this chapter)