Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

"What was that thing just now?" Asselin asked softly to Karona beside him, while carefully observing the ground.

"Monkey!" Karaona said in a firm tone.

"..."Asselin was speechless at his spouse's words, and he looked over with a helpless look.

"Strange monkey!" Karona turned her head and looked at Asselin and said in a more determined tone.

"It's not funny," whispered Wettier, who was standing behind the couple.

"Uncle Wettier, what do you think that is?"

"Demon? Echo?"

"Whatever it is, it's stupid..."

"No! There is a reason why that thing appeared." Liv, who had not interrupted until now, said something. When she saw her companions looking at her, she shook her head, indicating that she didn't know why that thing appeared.

"Is this what the world looked like when it first appeared?" The walking Marouk asked his companion in dragon language.

Skulex, who was walking beside him, turned his head and glanced at Malok, but he just glanced at him without any intention of saying anything. Similarly, the red dragons walking around him didn't want to talk either.

Malok shrugged and spread his hands, a gesture he had just learned.

The team kept moving forward, and the voices of discussion kept coming up. After all, what had just happened was too strange. In an inexplicable place, an inexplicable person appeared.

"Destroyer? What does this name mean? Is it possible that this is a trap?"

Sitting next to the carriage, Dacus thought and pondered. He thought that there was a reason for Luo Er's appearance, like a guiding NPC? But he really didn't want to continue arguing with Luo Er. He couldn't just confirm his identity in front of his companions. And it was really too stupid. As soon as Luo Er opened his mouth, everyone realized the problem.

Tzeentch was using a clumsy way to tell him some important clues? If it were him, he wouldn't have any good way to get in. It would be better for a human to appear than a frog-headed monster or a shark-headed monster.

In a way, the place where he was now was also the other world, located between the mortal world and Ithil, just like what he and Malekith experienced during their adventure in the continent of Lustria, and just like when he first met Shakspati, but this other world was obviously larger and more dangerous than the previous one.

The reason why he thought that the frog-headed monster appeared was because he had encountered similar beings in Spikazuma and Chapeiuto, some beings that lived with dragons in prehistoric times, some beings that were suppressed by the ancient saints, and one that had a blank in the historical records. Of course, it could also be a human. It is said that Constant Drakefels saw the ancient saint's spaceship land on this planet with his own eyes...

Respect others as you respect yourself, respect monsters as you respect angels. He may be blabbering, but he will not imagine the enemy as weak and himself as a hero who wins easily. This is no different from setting a flag. He sighed and looked around. He felt his mind was in a mess.

The bleak scrublands of the plain gradually rose into hills of glittering crystals. Each facet radiated an eerie aura that converged into a wide band of phantom material, as ephemeral and fragile as a spider's web. Huge growths that were neither tree nor stone but a mixture of both broke through the rainbow web and grew upward.

The fleshy fruits swayed on the rugged branches of these trees and rocks, fell to the ground, and instantly exploded in a burst of fire and smoke, gouging deep cracks in the crystal hills.

"A scheme to kill someone with a borrowed knife? A scheme to lure someone into a trap? A scheme to kill two birds with one stone?"

While Daxus was thinking, Shakspati beside him guided the team to avoid those dangerous trees and rocks. The magic would warn when the explosive fruits were ripe and ready to fall. However, steam rose from the cracks, which was an unpredictable danger. Fortunately, this was a second-generation Slann magic priest, a powerful spellcaster, who directly changed the terrain and pressed the corrosive steam back into the depths.

Dacus looked over. It might be an illusion or an echo. He vaguely saw some shadowy figures gathering fruits from the tree and stone, but the poisonous gas rising from below stopped them. Some figures were touched by the steam and howled before death. He shook his head and abandoned his wild thoughts. He could feel that this land was full of hostility. The existence that ruled this area might have been watching the team's every move.

As they moved forward, the team passed through canyons filled with porous bronze. They trudged through a desert made of iron. The sky was a sickly green, and glassy streams were everywhere. There was every kind of distorted scenery, but there was no sign of life. No birds roamed the wilderness, no beasts for food.

"Hmm... the horrors of this realm are endless." Shakspati stared at the horizon, beyond the shimmering hills, and looked into the distance. After a moment, he slowly said to Daquus beside him.

"What did this field look like originally?" Daxus asked casually.

"Memory fades, it retreats into the shadows, and eventually only an echo remains. When it is buried deep enough, memory becomes confused with imagination. Maybe... there were pyramids there, maybe there was nothing, maybe what we thought existed never existed at all."

"No! Memory may not restore things to their original state, but memory can ignite what once existed." Shakspati's words were so philosophical that Dacus didn't know how to respond and could only nod. He looked at the hills in the direction Shakspati pointed, trying to imagine the pyramids that might have existed. After a long time, he retorted without feeling anything.

"There is wisdom in your words. Do not underestimate the power of memory. I will reflect on what you said." Shakspati responded after a moment of contemplation.

Suddenly, Daxus felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and his mind was filled with images of strange weathered rock columns and huge plateaus of basalt and obsidian. He could almost hear the eerie whistles of rock rats as they moved among the cliffs and smell the pungent smell of weeds rising from the fertile soil.

"Is there something wrong with you?" Shakspati noticed the changes in Daxus, but he did not use telepathy but communicated with words.

"Let's go to the pyramids, maybe then I'll have a clearer idea of ​​what's bothering me."

The scene changed again as the team passed the crystal hills. The gray loam was covered with rough vegetation like spores. In the distance was the surrounding volcanic plateau, which stood up against the purple and silver oily sky. As Daxus walked around the towering basalt and obsidian plateau, the familiarity became stronger. He stared at the side of the plateau, trying to do something, or remember something. Almost subconsciously, he walked towards the base of the rock. The basalt was charred and the obsidian was cracked from breaking. He looked down and saw something half-hidden under the collapsed rocks and dirty spores. Brushing away the debris, he found a strange black helmet with a mask cast in the shape of a grinning skull. The helmet was cracked, and a huge crack extended from the top of the head to the chin.

Was a fierce and terrifying battle fought here? He looked up at the plateau, and all kinds of strange scenes emerged in his mind. As the scenes changed, the helmet under his feet disappeared and turned into dust, as if it had never appeared.

"In this place, nothing is what it seems, and it's hard to trust anything. No, this is sowing the seeds of failure in doubt! This is some kind of guidance, something."

As the team marched, the scene changed again, and the suffocating heat spread across the scene like dragon flames. Only the most tenacious creatures could brave this desolate area, with steel-like weeds hiding under the cover of rocks and ugly bugs burrowing under the hot sand.

But unfortunately, there are only plants here, no other living creatures. Of course, the red dragons who stepped into this scene said that they are very adapted to this place, as if it was tailor-made for them.

As the team passed through this barren land, the boots of the spirits and the soles of the lizardmen and red dragons dug deep grooves in the dry land. Fortunately, there were so many spellcasters in the team and they were so powerful that the team was protected from the terrible heat.

“Does it never rain here?”

"Storms are made of boiling lead and ash, and I don't think you'd drink that. Also, would you be happy if I told you that the clouds you saw on the horizon were just smoke rising from here?"

"Nothing." Loxia complained as he looked at the darkness spreading across the sky.

"The worst has not happened yet. It's hard to imagine that a fire can produce so much smoke." Colonia, who had been observing the surrounding environment, added with high emotional intelligence.

This time, perhaps because of a large amount of force, the scene did not change as the team moved forward. Instead, it became hotter and hotter as the team went deeper. Even with magical protection, they felt as if every breath was burning their lungs. They felt that their armor would melt in the next second, becoming hot and smelly.

A scorched morass of cinders and ash, scarred by streams of molten lead and boiling copper that burned everything. Volcanic smoke billowed from vast craters, dancing in fiery whirls as it billowed upward. Huge pumice spikes rose from the hellish terrain, piercing the choking smoke, their surfaces etched with the tormented figures of the victims.

A vast tunnel cuts through flames and slag, propped up against a steaming mountain. The tunnel traverses the fiery terrain, glowing with strange colors and emitting strange harmonies that echo above the surrounding din. The heat supporting the tunnel constantly changes, causing the tunnel to rise and fall, undulating like a giant snake.

"It changes irregularly, sometimes on the plains, sometimes on the mountains. But it must return here, dawn and dusk, in the transition period when the boundary of existence is the weakest, it must return here." Shakspati, who had been perceiving with his eyes closed, opened his eyes, pointed at the tunnel and said slowly.

Daxus stared into the cavernous passage, which looked like an insurmountable obstacle from the outside. But he remained fearless. The immersion cost was there, and as the old saying goes, he had come.

"An amazing feat, a black tunnel floating in a sea of ​​fire." He came to the front of the team, knocking on the stone wall and said casually. After that, he looked down at the churning hot magma river below, and then, as an example, he took the lead to walk in.

The burning rocks broke under the weight, and with every step the team members took, the rocks would wear and crack. Sometimes ugly holes would appear, spewing out streams of poisonous steam. Once, when Cowell was crossing, a huge crack opened up, the surface collapsed, and almost swallowed him up. Fortunately, as had happened before, his companions around him pulled him back from the brink of danger, but this did not prevent him from swearing and outputting as usual after surviving the disaster again.

"The ground is too dangerous..." Maranul stopped speaking halfway.

Shakspati's gem-like eyes sparkled, and after entering this realm, he cast magic for the second time. As strange spells poured out, energy danced around him, forming circles of light. At the same time, some rocks in the tunnel flickered with spots of light.

"The ground is solid where the light hits."

“Follow the light, walk toward the shining ground, and follow the path.”

Between caution and haste, the team carefully passed through the tunnel, with dark rocks separating the safe areas revealed by Shakspati. Although the rocks were broken and collapsed, the hot gas or exposed magma pits on the ground still threatened them, putting them at risk of being sacrificed. Despite the extremely painful death, the team continued to move forward, moving from one stable land to another.

Daxus, who was walking in the front, could feel the heat surging around him. The ground not far from him was shattered, and the pits were getting bigger and bigger. The rage of the volcano gushed out, burning the air with anger. Fortunately, the magic that illuminated the ground under his feet did not disappear, nor did it fade into a charred black tone. It was still safe here, and the magic was still shining on the team.

The road is... or to put it simply, there is no road at all, and the road that can be considered a road is not for people to walk on. Fortunately, there is no one in the team.

Daxus could feel the ground shaking beneath his feet. The tunnel began to descend. He couldn't turn back because he was walking in front. Shakspati had made it clear that he had to go through this tunnel. Inertia pushed him down. He rushed through the narrow gap between the tunnels. The flames licked around him, the heat kept hitting his protective shield, and the surrounding rubble clanked around him.

"There's still a long way to go," he said calmly after grabbing Ren, watching the tunnel stretching out in front of him, spinning wildly. The floor was broken, split into huge slabs with dangerous gaps in the middle, leading to the sea of ​​​​molten lava below. He could clearly see that the magic prevented the flames from coming out of the opening, but the magic did not stop the smoke from filling and falling from the gap above his head.

"The land is against us!" Ryan cursed, wiping the surface of his helmet with his glove to remove the soot that had collected there.

"When we appeared here, something was bound to happen. That existence tried to destroy our spirit and make us fail. What can prove that the enemy is afraid of us better than trickery? He cannot understand our strength, nor can he imagine our determination." Daxus said to Ryan as he walked.

The team crossed one gap and rushed to the next. The stone slabs began to tilt, making their footing dangerous, but they did not hesitate. They ignored the threat of disaster and the threat of burning death waiting for them below. For them, there was only the goal ahead, where Dacus walked, which was their way forward.

"Was that the eighth gap?" After Daxus walked through a gap again, he hesitated a little, but it was only for a moment. He couldn't stay here for a long time, so he entered the ninth gap.

When he passed through the ninth gap, there was no unexpected tenth gap. He walked out of the tunnel and the scene in front of him changed again. This time the scene was even more magical than all the previous ones combined.

"Sure enough, there is something there. Looks like we have arrived?" (End of this chapter)