Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Daxus strode across the misty plain, his pace turning into the mile-consuming jog of a warrior marching across a battlefield, chasing the fading light, across windswept lands, around abysses of strange smoke and strange energy.

It was a faint glow hidden by the mist, a waning corner of a heavy cloud in the sky, and the invisible sun drew him like some celestial magnet. The feathered lizards crawling on the rocks and the carrion flies buzzing in the gray bushes did not witness his passing, nor did they flee when he approached, because these creatures did not exist and there was no sound.

Gradually, darkness fell over the plain, and mist obscured any light that might have been cast.

When he reached a jumble of rocks, Maranul attempted to take to the sky, clinging to the jagged peaks and using the broken mountaintops to hide himself. However, even flying close to the rocks left him exposed to unexpected dangers.

A sudden downdraft pushed him toward the knife-edge of rock, and he saw huge, multi-limbed shapes wedged between them, strange growths that had both fungal and mineral features. The growths expanded and contracted, sucking vast quantities of nutrients from the air like giant bladders.

Malanul struggled against the pull of the fungal growths, turbulent currents weakening his resistance, fighting the pull of one cluster and sending him spinning into the pull of another. His armor scraped against the jagged rocks, sending a small stream of broken rock tumbling down the cliff.

Daxus was speechless. While he was looking at the scenery, his brother disappeared before his eyes.

The trident provided a foothold for Maranul. He no longer floated in the air like a rootless duckweed like before. With the help of the trident, he grabbed the rock.

Without Daquus's orders, Kerillian and Kallion removed the ropes hanging on their bodies and threw them down. However, Malanur did not rush to climb up immediately. While resisting the attraction of the fungus, he observed, and his keen senses caught the sound of loose stones slapping somewhere below. He was sure that the sound did not come from below him, but from somewhere else.

He held onto the rope for a moment, waiting for any new sounds that might appear. But as the minutes passed, no new sounds came, and he was unsure whether the sounds he heard were simply his imagination or a whim of inhaling the fungal gas.

"what happened?"

Maranul frowned and shook his head, saying nothing. Just as he was about to climb up the cliff, he looked back again. In just a moment, he saw a shadow floating in the rock from the corner of his eye. The shape had begun to move forward, but then quietly retreated.

At the moment the shadows suddenly retreated back into the rock, a cry of pain was heard, a cry of fear and despair, but there was something more.

When Daxus heard the crying, his hair stood on end, because the crying was most likely made by humans or elves, but the problem was that in this damn place... this was a bit weird.

"Go and take a look." He gave the order immediately without any hesitation.

More ropes were tied to Nakai's strong arms. This time, Maranul did not choose to act rashly. When he saw that the elves who were ready to go down were in place, he loosened his arms that were supporting the edge of the cliff.

A moment later, his sharp eyes penetrated the shadows below and saw a thin figure in a gray gauze cloak trapped on a platform, grasped by a scaly, monstrous thing that seemed to be related to the fungal growth but endowed with terrible vitality.

Countless fibrous substances extended from the monster, wriggling like tentacles, wrapping the cloaked figure into a tightly bound web. The monster's tentacles pulled its prey inch by inch towards a huge mouth dripping with saliva. The trapped figure let out helpless wails and desperate cries, struggling desperately to break free.

As the arrow fell, the monster exploded in a burst of purple pus and semen, and its tentacles relaxed and drooped as its vitality dissipated.

Under the grey spiderweb-like cloak was a lanky human, thin but with a toughness that suggested considerable strength and endurance. He quickly pulled back, throwing the wreckage away in disgust. The face that emerged from under the hood was thin and tense, with deep eyes that sparkled like gemstones, his expression full of despair, and countless worry wrinkles carved into his forehead.

"Glory to you, noble heroes, you actually saved such a pitiful life." After doing everything, he raised his head and focused his gaze on the elves descending from the sky. He crossed his hands on his chest and knelt down.

Kerillian's eyes widened when she saw the human, and they widened even more when she heard the voice. But her eyes were only wide, and she stopped immediately, tied herself to the rope, and aimed the arrow at the human who suddenly appeared.

When the archers were in position, Ryan and Kallion slid down. Ryan held the Reality Blade drawn across his chest. Kallion chose a relatively safe position and aimed the Silver Owl Crossbow in his hand at the human. When Flanais slid down, he and Ryan tied the human to the rope regardless of the human's wailing and pleading.

"Who are you?" Daxus asked condescendingly after a moment.

"Please calm down, great master! I have no ill will towards you! Absolutely no ill will!" the man replied hurriedly.

"Then answer me, how did you survive here? You either have an extremely cunning mind or possess some inconspicuous power."

"Intelligence and strength can't save me today. If I'm not careful, I'll attract the attention of that terrifying creature." An embarrassed look appeared on the man's thin face.

"Please introduce yourself." Daxus said with his hands behind his back, waving to Shakspati who was sitting on a sedan chair in the distance and watching everything.

"My name is Luo Er." Although the man's voice trembled with fear, there was a hint of pride in his tone when he mentioned his name.

"Go on." Daxus stretched out his hand and made a gesture for him to continue the performance.

"This was once an invincible country with crystal palaces and golden cities, towers woven with diamonds and rubies reaching into the sky, and white avenues loaded with treasures and the glory of the empire. Now it's all gone, destroyed by the Destroyer. All the miracles and beauty, all the craftsmanship and art were shattered under the claws of the Destroyer." Roll pointed to the surrounding fog, shaking his head as he spoke, and at the end he closed his eyes that were suddenly filled with tears.

Daxus was a little overwhelmed when he heard this, but he stretched out his hand in time to stop the elves from making any noise that was about to break out.

"I am the only one left now, Rawl of the Agate Throne, the greatest wizard in the Empire. Once the powerful and ministers prostrated themselves before me, willing to exchange their wealth for my magic. My palace was once more glorious than the sun, thousands of pilgrims came from far and wide just to witness its splendor before they died, princesses from a dozen kingdoms served me... and now I live in the swamps with salamanders and venomous snakes, living on rats and snails, hiding from the new masters of the land." Rawl said at the end and waved his hand helplessly.

"So... there's no one else except you?"

"Yes."

"Then you are successful." "This is not success. I have enough magic to reflect the power of the Destroyer. This is why I can still exist as the last echo and the last shadow of my people.

But what good is this? The Destroyer's power comes from the Illusionary Nest, and nothing in this land escapes the Destroyer's reach.

The Destroyer is the master of this desolate land. Corruption emanates from his fortress, surging like a tide of curse, contaminating everything, except me. "Rol smiled bitterly, then he raised his head and pointed at the Vizar hanging on the belt of Daquus, "My soul is still pure enough to recognize the power surging in this weapon. I think just looking at this power is enough to make any of the Destroyer's minions feel pain. "

"Viszar," Darkius declared nonchalantly.

"Now I understand why you are here. I regret that I did not witness your battle in person, but only saw the aftermath. I thought it was an entire warband, but found... Can you tell me, who are you who hold such a great weapon?"

"This weapon is an extension of my will. If you must call me, call me by the name of the weapon I wield, Viszar!" Darkus lied nonsense.

"There is power in a name. In the realm of the Destroyer, a name is something that needs to be carefully protected." Luo Er sat on the ground sadly. The power in his voice disappeared, replaced by a sad and bitter voice. "I once hoped for revenge, but that hope turned into nothing..."

"continue."

"When facing the Destroyer, there are things more terrible than death. His fortress is a trap, a maze. It was built when he appeared here. Hidden in the maze is a great treasure with enough power to break everything. In the early days of his invasion, warriors tried to break through the maze and seize the treasure, but they never appeared again. Powerful wizards and cunning thieves have challenged the maze with their skills, but they never appeared either." Rawl waved his hand to indicate that his efforts were in vain.

"This maze, is it authentic? No... Can you take me there?" Dacus remained silent, quietly watching the being called Roll perform. After a moment, he slowly said.

"Why? Will you join those caught in the trap? He is unbeatable, too cunning, too clever to be overcome, and this land is already his."

"Only a coward would say such words. These words are unworthy of your status." Daxus raised his eyebrows and pretended to be angry.

"No! Those are the words of a man who holds on too long. Hope can only deceive a man for so long, until he realizes that it is but a cruel illusion. Only fools and dreamers refuse to give up when hope abandons him. I had hope when I saw the armies marching toward the Destroyer, please forgive me, but now I have no hope left to give to you, Vizshal."

"A guide will speed up my journey. I don't ask you to venture into the maze, just show me the way." Daxus' voice was calm and unquestionable, as if he had everything under control, even Rawl's fate.

"If you want to find the maze, go over there." Luo Er turned his head, his eyes wandering in the misty bushes, and finally fixed on a place covered by shadows. A trace of uneasiness and hesitation flashed in his weather-beaten eyes, and his voice was low and hoarse, as if squeezed out from the abyss of silence, revealing a sense of helplessness and fatigue.

"Aren't you going to go?" There was obvious provocation in Daxu's tone. His eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if they could penetrate Rawl's heart and see through all of Rawl's fears and secrets.

"That would bring me closer to the Destroyer's Labyrinth. Only a fool would challenge fate so rashly." There was a deep worry in Rawl's words, a vigilance that only people who have been living with danger and death for a long time would have.

"It seems that you are no different from the beasts that occupied your land?" Daxus smiled slightly, with cold sarcasm in his smile. His voice was like a sharp blade, mercilessly piercing Rawl's self-esteem.

"You saved my life, but you want to throw it away." Rawl's face suddenly darkened, his fists clenched, he glared at Daquus angrily, his eyes flashing with anger and unwillingness.

"Is a life of hiding in the swamp and eating snails really that precious to you?" Dacus still maintained his indifferent attitude, and shook his head contemptuously, as if Roll's anger was meaningless to him. His voice was cold and disdainful, and every word hurt Roll's self-esteem, forcing him to face the deepest fear and weakness in his heart.

"People cannot choose their own lives, they can only choose how they die." Luo Er was silent for a moment, as if thinking about what Dacus said. He lowered his head, his eyes revealing a complex emotion, both anger and deep helplessness.

"Very wise, isn't it? Wizard, you are too scared to realize that." Daxus chuckled disdainfully and spread his hands. His voice was full of sarcasm and provocation, as if he was mocking Rawl's cowardice and incompetence.

"You want to humiliate me and force me to follow you!" Roll's anger could no longer be suppressed. He suddenly looked up and glared at Daquus, with flames of anger burning in his eyes.

"I need your knowledge of this land, where shame and dignity are puzzles in your own conscience."

"Okay, I'll show you the way, but I won't enter the maze." Finally, Luo Er took a deep breath and seemed to have made up his mind. He nodded silently, and although there was still reluctance in his eyes, there was a kind of helpless obedience.

"By the way, I'm very curious. In the land where the Lizardmen live, there is a human trapped in the cracks who speaks the language of the elves. As far as I know, when your crappy empire was still there, the elves didn't seem to appear? Why do you speak Elsalin?" Daxus's words were filled with a hint of disdain and sarcasm. He thought of the joke about the Changing Spirit. Now, the existence in front of him was similar to the Changing Spirit.

"I……"

"No matter who you are, you shouldn't be here at this time. You or your master is too anxious. Thank you for the nine true and one false intelligence. Now, let's be decent, okay? This is our first meeting, so don't make it so awkward."

After Daxus finished speaking, seeing that Roll was trying to say something, he shook his head speechlessly, then raised his foot and kicked Roll in the stomach.

Roll fell off the edge of the cliff, roaring in pain as he fell. He instinctively tried to grab something to stop himself from falling, but the edge of the cliff was smooth and steep, and there was nothing to grab. His body rolled helplessly in the air, like a dead leaf being blown away by the wind, powerless to resist.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Maranul raised his head and looked down coldly, without any mercy in his eyes. He quietly watched Roll's figure gradually disappear under the cliff, as if the life and death of this person had nothing to do with him. His eyes were cold and ruthless, like looking at a prey caught in a trap, without any emotional fluctuations at all.

There was no scene where his body finally hit the rocks at the bottom of the cliff and made a dull sound. In his sight, Roll disappeared before he even hit the ground. He shrugged at his brother and spread his hands.

"Let's go and meet the Destroyer." (End of this chapter)