Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

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The improvised team successfully passed through the city gate under the watchful eyes of the reinforcement Drucci, and then the cold lizards stepped onto the cobblestone streets of the Black Ark. The team moved quickly and continuously.

When the team turned the corner and entered the square full of joyful places, the square was still shrouded in a hazy mist, and silk curtains covered everything. Looking at everything around him, Dacus had an uneasy feeling, as if he had entered a horror theme park.

There was no drunken Druki on the street, and the lights in the pleasure place could not illuminate anyone, as if everyone had disappeared in an instant. But he knew it was just an illusion, because in fact, all the Druki who had been having fun, both men and women, had joined the battle.

"Get out of here!" Witzlin, who was at the front of the team, waved his hands and shouted.

Duruchi was gone, but the slaves were still there. A bunch of slaves were crouching at the door of the building, cowering. Some slaves standing on the street preparing to do something also stepped aside after seeing the rapid movement of the Cold Lizard War Group. When the team passed by, most of the slaves lowered their heads in fear.

Daxus looked at the slaves with an appraising look for a few times, then turned his attention to other places. The team, under the guidance of Wizzlin, passed through a series of shadowy alleys, with the balconies and awnings of the pleasure house forming a dense cover above. He felt as if a figure flashed in the corner of his eye, and he turned his head to check the roof, but he saw nothing.

He glanced at Ryan who was also looking in that direction, and when Ryan felt his gaze turned away, he nodded to Ryan. He was sure that something had flashed by there just now, and the feeling of being watched became stronger as he continued to move forward.

"Maybe there is no chance?" He muttered to himself and ignored it.

He is not stupid. The Temple of Viciousness is controlled by the Hell's Disaster Family, but not all Druccis submit to the rule of the Hell's Disaster Family. The internal forces are mixed, and there are too many ambitious people active on the Black Ark.

He knew the logic of the Duruchi too well, and he would not give them any chance. The reason why he formed a temporary team instead of rushing in alone was that he was not familiar with the bottom of the Vicious Temple and wanted to prevent possible drowning, but also to prevent possible Duruchi from jumping out.

In the end, the suspicious Duruchi did not pop out, and the maze of stone streets converged into a wide square with a statue in the center. The Vicious Temple was once a city of Nagarys, a fiefdom awarded by Malekith to the Helbane family, and it retained the original elements of Nagarys.

The statue was Aenarion in dragon armor, holding the Sunblade, and holding a faceless demon head in his left hand. Clear water flowed from the broken neck of the demon into a circular marble pool.

"Over there!" While controlling the resentment, Vizlin pointed in a direction.

Soon, the team came to the end of the road and entered a huge open cave. In the distance was a calm dark pool of water, surrounded by a dilapidated dock fixed by rotten wood and iron chains. The air was filled with a strong stench that made it difficult for them to breathe.

Then, a terrifying scene appeared in front of the team members. In the center of the dock, a huge tentacle stretched out from the sea surface. Its thick trunk was covered with scales and sharp teeth, emitting an ominous light. The tentacle swayed in the air, as if looking for the next target to attack. Every time it moved, it would stir up huge splashes of water and emit a deafening roar.

What was even more despairing was that the dock was littered with the corpses of Hell Dragons. These once ferocious creatures were now lying on the ground in a mess, their flesh and blood blurred, clearly having been through a brutal battle. There were also some trainers who had controlled the Hell Dragons, their corpses were scattered on the dock, their faces still showing unfinished fear and despair.

Countless drowned people were dangling at the edge of the dock. These creatures connected by tentacles had strange lights flashing in their eyes, as if waiting for new orders. Their bodies were rotten, their limbs were stiff, their movements were slow but full of threats, and every step brought a heavy, indescribable sense of oppression.

"Turn around!" Dacus looked around and took a deep breath. In his opinion, turning around was the most correct decision at the moment. Even the red dragon couldn't get rid of the tentacles, so how could he do it? There were also countless drowned people, and his mission was not to kill the tentacles and the drowned people.

Following the big guy's low roar, the Venomous, which was about to run, stopped. It was small and exquisite among the cold lizards, and turned around on the spot. While the Venomous was returning, the cold lizards also turned around under the big guy's command.

Daxus looked back and was relieved after making sure that the tentacles and the drowned were still wandering around and hadn't discovered them. He didn't want to let Govorask know that he appeared here now. Suddenly he thought of something and patted the big guy to signal him to catch up with the Venom.

"Are there any deep-sea horses on board?"

"No..." Witzlin shook his head. Seeing that Daquus was still interested in asking, he continued, "It's very difficult... It seems that some necessary steps are missing?"

Dacus didn't say anything. He went to Elsin Alvin before the Vicious Temple went out to sea. Chapeyuto kept several deep sea horses. He thought there would be one or two on the Vicious Temple. He rode the deep sea horse and used its speed to break through the outer defense of Gorvorask. But... He could understand that the deep sea horse was at the top of the food chain underwater. But the problem was that the deep sea horse was not so easy to get. Like the red dragon, it would only actively establish a connection with an outstanding individual. Maybe a medium was needed to connect them? For example, Serene?

"It seems that we have to use other methods." He muttered first, and then asked, "Are there any other secret passages?"

"Have!"

After a while, the team arrived at the location of the festering blood pool.

"?" A confused expression appeared on Daxus's face, but he could also understand that Vitzlin was indeed powerful and knew what he needed.

"Hats." Dacus refused the walking barrier handed over by Flanais and asked for the white lion's mane. He needed everything except a helmet. After putting on the helmet, he patted the big guy's cheek and said to the elves who were looking at him, "Okay, your journey ends here. Now, go back to fight!"

"grown ups?"

"nephew……"

"Darkius..."

Dacus never said what he was going to do, but just told the elves to follow him. Now the elves had already vaguely guessed what he was going to do, and even the big guy seemed to have guessed what he was going to do.

"You have to understand that only I can do this. Don't waste time. Now, go back to fight!" He rejected the Reality Blade handed over by Ren and interrupted the sentimental talk that was about to begin. When the elves reluctantly climbed onto the back of the cold lizard, he said to Genevieve who was standing there, "Everything after this has nothing to do with you. Now, find a place to hide."

Genevieve's eyes flashed with reluctance, but she knew that Dacus's determination could not be shaken. She nodded, hugged Dacus gently, and turned away, looking for a safe hiding place. She knew why Dacus said this to her, she had experienced it twice before.

"I..." "We should obey the Lord's orders, right?" Ryan interrupted his brother who was about to say something. He knew what his brother was thinking. His brother always regarded himself as the champion of Daquus, but in fact... the Lord seemed to have never commented or recognized this. Unlike other Duruchi, the Lord was a model of elves in all aspects. When encountering a crisis, he would always think of some way to solve it instead of sending someone to die.

And just like what the adults said: Only I can do this. If his brother followed, he would be a hindrance. He knew the adults' character too well. The adults would not abandon anyone unless it was absolutely necessary. Thinking of this, he sighed, but also felt a little fortunate. He thanked Maranul for giving the Takaya family the opportunity to follow the adults. If his sister...

Daxus glanced at the receding team, and after seeing his friends, family, and the big guy looking back at him, he smiled, stretched out his hand and waved, then walked towards the sewage outlet leading to the festering blood pool on the seabed.

The sewage outlet was filled with a foul smell and a rotten smell. This was once a place where blood and rotten flesh flowed. His judgment in the witchcraft spire was correct. Now dried blood covered the walls, and the air was filled with a lingering stench of decay. The festering blood pool had not been activated for a long time. The passage that had not been used for a long time seemed dark and silent, as if time had stopped here.

To put it simply, the festering blood pool is a place where blood is sacrificed to Kane. There is a complex mechanism here. The essence of gods requires faith and spiritual power, not other things. Blood is just a medium to connect with Kane. It is useless for Kane's followers to shout. No matter who they are, they have to express their feelings and pay more. The best way to express their feelings is blood. Only when Kane sees the blood will he give alms and grant power.

Then, the blood is useless. The blood pool falling from the sky is a manifestation of Deha, not a real blood pumping up, smashing and then throwing it out. So, it can neither be drunk nor used, but of course it can be used for bathing? After the ritual is successful, it is usually poured out. Similarly, the sewage outlet is also the place where all the rot and dirt of the Black Ark are handled.

The sewage outlet was not straight, but winding, tilted into a steep slope. Fortunately, the sewage outlet was built large enough, and the trident in his hand did not get stuck. After kicking away the rubble and debris blocking the passage, he continued to move forward. The ground under his feet was wet and slippery, and every step was accompanied by a disgusting sound. The smell of corruption and staleness in the air kept drilling into his nostrils, and every breath made him feel nauseous.

He suppressed his discomfort and continued to move forward. Finally, he saw the exit leading to the sea surface, and he stopped, but instead of taking a deep breath and sucking the unbearable air into his lungs, he shouted.

"Scuba, start!"

After shouting, he jumped into the dark sea. The sea water was icy cold, and the cold water instantly surrounded him, but he did not feel the severe cold. He raised the trident forward and swam forward with all his strength. He could not see anything. The entire area of ​​water was shrouded by the shadow of the black ark. In the darkness, only a faint light in the distance was reflected through the water.

When his vision gradually adjusted, he looked closely, and this sight almost made him curse. He glimpsed the appearance of Gorvorak's true form. It was a huge creature, so huge that it was suffocating, like a moving mountain, like the real reflection of the underwater black ark. The body was covered with thick scales, and there was a strange light flashing between the scales, as if it contained endless energy.

He could feel that Gvorask's scales were not ordinary scales, but were made of hard crystals. Each scale was engraved with traces of time and emitted a yellowish-brown light, appearing mysterious and terrifying.

The scales are covered with deep scars and mottled scars. These traces of time tell of the countless battles Leviathan has experienced. Each scar is deeply embedded between Leviathan's scales. The gaps between the scales reveal a strong smell of decay. Some scars are still slowly oozing black liquid, polluting the ocean.

He saw no limbs or head, only countless huge pillar-like tentacles, each clawed with sharp claws. He thought these claws were enough to tear apart the bottom of the Black Ark. Fortunately, Leviathan had not decided to do so yet.

What made his scalp tingle the most and made him exclaim in shock was that he saw Leviathan's mouth that could not be described in words. It was a huge mouth of the abyss, huge and terrifying, like a bottomless gate to hell. The mouth was round, like an over-exploited open-pit mine, forming a terrible spiral structure.

The edges of the mouthparts were covered with sharp teeth, each of which flashed coldly like a giant dagger. The teeth were densely packed, as if they were an absolute barrier, and any creature that entered this huge mouth would be torn into pieces in an instant. From time to time, streams of sticky liquid would spurt out from between the teeth, as if it was emitted by countless creatures rotting in its belly.

He felt a little overwhelmed when he saw this, but he was an optimist. At least Leviathan didn't have a long tongue like a toad. If it had a long tongue, he would just turn around and say goodbye. If he went forward, he would be a tiger. Although he was also a tiger now, the nature was different. He had no chance in front of the tongue. He was just giving it away for free.

He did not hesitate or retreat. He tightly grasped the Trident of the Sea, used it to control the water flow, and quickly swam towards Leviathan's huge mouth. As the distance shortened, every inch of Leviathan's skin became clear. The extremely huge body moved slowly and heavily in the water, bringing up strong currents.

But fortunately, Leviathan didn't seem to notice him? Didn't attack him. The head he saw at first seemed to be Leviathan's command system. But he would not go looking for that head, that would be a waste. Even if he got rid of it by chance, it would not solve the problem, but would make Leviathan crazy, and then everything would be over.

Soon, with the help of the trident, he came to the mouth of Leviathan. He felt the strong suction and huge pressure. Without any hesitation, he waved the trident and used the power of the water flow to quickly drill into the mouth of Leviathan.

The entire inner wall of the mouth is covered with countless tentacle-like fleshy tubes, which are intertwined to form a complex network structure. These fleshy tubes are like living things, constantly wriggling and making low gurgling sounds, as if they are eager for new prey. Whenever liquid spurts out from the inside, these tubes will immediately stretch out and greedily absorb the rotten liquid.

Deep inside the mouthparts was an even darker area, where he could not see any light, only endless darkness and unknown fear. He felt that this place was extremely dangerous, the most dangerous place in Leviathan, like a passage to the abyss of hell. He even had an illusion that he could vaguely hear some low roars and sharp screams, as if countless souls were struggling and roaring in it.

Maybe it was because he made the right choice, or maybe it was because the fleshy tube led to the inside. He went down the throat and entered the interior of Leviathan. There was no sea water here, so he could only climb up carefully and move forward along the inner wall. It was pitch black and he couldn't see anything. He seemed to have entered an endless dark cave, like a gloomy underground palace. The walls around him undulated like waves, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

"What on earth is this for? Is this still China?"

The slimy inner wall was covered with greasy pieces of meat, rotten bones, and pulsating blood vessels. The entire interior was breathing and trembling, as if countless creatures were being devoured and digested here. This evoked his not-so-good memories. Every step he took was filled with disgusting mucus. The air was filled with a strong stench and fishy smell, forcing him to hold his breath as much as possible. After a moment, he could feel the inner walls around him trembling violently, as if Leviathan had sensed his arrival.

At this point, he decided not to pretend anymore. He showed his hand and took out the holy sword Vizar. After the holy sword was activated, the sword body shone with a strong light, dispelling the darkness around it. At this moment, he could feel the powerful force surging in the sword body.

His judgment was correct. The interior of Leviathan was filled with strong energy fluctuations, as if the entire creature was being driven by this energy. With every step forward, he could feel the energy gradually increasing.

Now, what he had to do was not to move forward quickly. He was not prepared to find the core of Leviathan. He was the champion of Matheran, not a marine biologist. How could he know where the core of Gorvolask was? He probably went into the stomach of Leviathan. He had no intention of swimming in gastric juice. Moreover, his plan was crude, but effective. First, open the refrigerator. He had already done this step. The next step was to put the elephant in the refrigerator.

The inner wall illuminated by the light was even more disgusting. The light of the sword created a strange hazy effect, making the scene even more bizarre. The inner wall was covered with digested remains: broken bones, pieces of meat, and the remains of some unknown creatures, as if telling the tragic scene of countless creatures being devoured here.

Just as he was about to swing the sword at the inner wall, it suddenly became uneven, sometimes concave, sometimes bulging, making him unstable. Under his gaze, the inner wall turned into hills and gullies, became soft, turned into liquid, and then smoke, losing its previous shape. The convulsive life gave way to desolation, the inner wall turned into mud, the desolation gave way to convulsive life, and trees grew out of the mud, stretching out branches full of rotten leaves.

Weeds tangled around branches, and worms with pale hands emerged from the branches, twisting and turning to break free. Trees stretched toward each other, and worm-like creatures clung to the weeds, and clumps of soft, rotten, yet tough wood rolled toward Daquus like a machine. Vegetation flowed freely around his legs, a rising tide covered in death.

Falling apart, blooming, getting sick, dying, and then rising again from its own decay in an instant.

Swarms of insects flew toward him, and in the distance, at the end of the inner wall, a portal appeared. A wet clicking sound appeared in his ears, the sound of disease in war.

Dacus knew that this was the challenge he would face. (End of this chapter)