Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Dusk fell on the earth without any warning, as if it had been fast-forwarded countless times.

Daxus turned his head and saw Ryan appear behind him, followed by Kerillian, Flanais, and Vetier, but the way they appeared was very special. According to normal logic, they should have emerged from the tunnel, and behind him should be volcanoes, heat, steam, etc., getting deeper and thicker.

But these scenes disappeared out of thin air. He and his companions walked out of a one-way passage as if they had walked out of thin air. There was no door, no tunnel, nothing, only an endless sea of ​​sand, with no way back. As the ripples spread, more and more companions walked out of the one-way passage.

Shakspati's judgment was correct and Dacus's decision was correct.

Daxus didn't do anything fancy, because he knew that the physics and time rules here were different from those in the mortal world. They were unstable and irregular, and they kept changing in chaos. If he had made the red dragon turn into a giant dragon, flying over volcanoes and tunnels, maybe the team would still be spinning in place instead of coming to the desert.

With each heartbeat the darkness grew more solid, losing more of its haziness.

A cold wind blew in his face. Dacus looked up. The dusk disappeared and the moon appeared. A cold crescent moon hung in the sky, emitting a faint silver light, covering the entire desert in a faint blue glow. The sand dunes were like undulating waves under the moonlight, and the sand grains rolled gently in the breeze, just like countless tiny lives swimming quietly in the desert.

His sight gradually extended to the distance. Through the misty moonlight, at the end of the boundless sea of ​​sand, a city was gradually taking shape and emerging. The city seemed to be forgotten by time, standing quietly at the end of the desert, like a ghost fortress under the moonlight. The city's buildings towered into the clouds, with blurred outlines, faintly revealing an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

"Is that the destination?" Daxus whispered to himself.

As he spoke to himself, in that brief moment, the city changed, and seemed to be made not of brick and stone, but of shadows and echoes. A great dark spire, absorbing all the light into itself, with strange reflections and mysterious echoes, and panels of polished dark glass gleaming in the tower's hazy walls.

Twisted spires twisted out from the bulk of the city, sticking out in all directions like the thorns of some fertile plant. Even as the eye tried to fix the city in memory, it faded and distorted, now stretching outward, now dissolving into a small mass protruding from the black wall.

After coming out, the elves looked ahead silently, looking at everything around them.

The elves of Athel Loren and Lauren Loren trembled, unsettled not by fear but by disgust, an innate loathing of the power of blasphemy and damnation. It was a trampling of the concepts of reason and order, madness given the most fragile shape and form, the briefest mockery of existence and substance.

"The ninth gap?"

The shadows of the sand dunes were long in the moonlight, and Dakus looked lonely and small in them. As he spoke, he moved forward, and the sand under his feet made a faint rustling sound. With his steps, the rustling sound seemed to be telling the secrets of this desolate land, but he could not understand what it said, because he was not a sand whisperer.

He could feel that as the moon rose, the temperature around him was dropping rapidly. There was an ominous premonition in the cold air. The city did not belong to this world, but was awakened from some dark dream.

As he got closer, the sound of the desert wind seemed to become deeper and faster, like a prelude before the actual performance.

"What is hidden in this city?" He kept thinking. He knew that the next adventure would be more dangerous, but also more inevitable. He had to uncover the long-buried secrets of this land, even if it meant that he would have to face unknown fears and crises. After all, there was no way back, and he had no Hearthstone. He couldn't go back until the problem was solved.

"It is something that cannot be described in words, it is beyond sight, hearing and feeling, beyond everything and yet nothing. Unlike last time, this time we walked into a place of nothingness, a void where only we were, a void that stretched forever, without limit and without end."

After walking out, Tolandil took a look at the surrounding environment and the city in the distance, and kept recording.

"Okay, my great poet and writer, the meeting has begun." Colonia walked to Tolandil's side and spoke softly, then turned around and glanced coldly at the city in the distance.

Dacus did not rush to the city, he chose to rest and count the number of people first. There was no such thing as bad news, there were as many people as before entering the tunnel, and there were also as many people as when they came out.

This time the lineup is more luxurious than ever before. Although it cannot be claimed to have 80,000 troops, it is composed of elite soldiers and is quite legendary.

On the elf side, people from Druch, Ainir, Asur and Asrai have been dispatched. Asur must be the only one from Beloda, of course, if Gilead and Fischwell, the two other joiners, are not included in the group.

The same old faces still appear on Duruchi's side, but with the addition of Loxia.

The Fallen Heart Family is different from the ordinary Druch Family. It has the same operating model as the Hell Disaster Family. After everything is stable, Loxia can hand over the army to the family members to manage.

Dacus could sense that at first, Loxia just wanted to show his support to make the situation passable and not seem so awkward, but he chose Loxia's general with an attitude of not being surprised or surprised. He still remembers the look of Loxia behind the mask, which was full of emotions. If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, Loxia would have cursed at that time.

But he was not going to do anything to Loxia. The Fallen Heart Family was one of the fulcrums for him to radiate to Karonde Karl and the Druchi Navy. He had no intention of using his power to rob Loxia. He just wanted to let Loxia see the world, expand his horizons, and give Loxia a little shock.

If he didn't need to control the army, he would have wanted to bring in some other Duruchi, but the problem was that the army needed to be controlled and repaired.

The same old faces were still with Aenil, but he didn't bring the two brothers of the Denaris family this time. He brought all the main characters who chose to follow him from Athel Loren with him. He gave Aenil and the Asrai a clear positioning, that is, long-range shooters and magic support, and close combat when necessary.

As for melee combat, Duruchi and the lizardmen were in charge. He selected Ku Jia, Gorok, Kami and Nakai from the lizardmen. They acted as melee fulcrums in Daxus's positioning. Due to the presence of Shakspati, Chakas also came. With Chakas coming, the temple guards naturally came as well, fifty of them.

In addition to protecting the Slann Priests, these temple guards also acted as auxiliary soldiers, carrying supplies, baggage, ammunition, and disassembled Reaper Ballistae. Of course, Daxus also ordered the Eternal Glory Armillary Sphere to be removed from his advisor's back. Now this magical instrument is placed on a fixed frame and carried by Kami.

In addition to the lizardmen, there was another important guest in the team. When Daxus was about to enter the rift, a snake with the symbol of Sotek appeared in front of him. He knew that there must be some reason for the snake to appear here at this time, which might be related to the phrase "power of fire and the will of believers".

On the red dragon side, the Emperor Dragons Malok and Skulex came, and the couple Ashdaron and Calledel also came. In addition to these four, Maranul's red dragon companions Scarandil, Kudnos, Azogallon, Ibas and Carmine also came.

In the positioning of Dacus, in addition to providing high-altitude fire support and reconnaissance, there are various uses. For example, Carmine can be used as a surprise soldier to kill difficult enemies with his unique abilities. Azogallon, Ibas, and Kudnos guide the storm and guide the wind of Aegir at critical moments.

Again, respecting your opponent is respecting yourself. He knew that there was a price to pay for entering such a place, which became more treacherous and more dangerous each time. Just like some kind of value was increasing, his threat gradually grew in the eyes of the Chaos Gods, becoming more and more difficult to deal with each time.

He was almost on par with Aenarion. If he had any achievements, he was only missing Nakali. Except for Nakali, he had exiled all the other chief demons. Perhaps one day, Xalaxi would squeeze Nakali out and take the top spot, and his achievements would be revealed without any effort?
The rules of physics and time are unstable here, but the temperature that can be felt is real. The huge temperature difference in the desert at night weakens the fighting power of the lizardmen. The elves and red dragons also feel uncomfortable with the sudden temperature difference. Fortunately, the team is resting and there is still magic to use.

At the beginning of the meeting, Dacus directly focused on the architectural style of the city. The well-informed Colonia and Locsia denied all kinds of speculations about the civilization on the other side of the world. Soon, he got a clear answer that the style of the city in the distance did not belong to any known civilization at present.

He also didn't think that the city belonged to the Tzeentch faction. Maybe there was some connection between the two, but not that kind of connection. It was not Tzeentch's lair, nor was it the masterpiece of a certain Lord of Change. But it could not be denied that the city was still connected to Tzeentch. The appearance of Roll and the ninth gap were the best proof.

He had a very bold assumption in his mind that what he was experiencing and seeing now was probably the same as what he had encountered when he and Malekith were exploring the continent of Lustria.

There is a connection with the blank space in history. Carlos originally found a method, and this method may be related to prehistory. Later, Carlos chose to betray after the cooperation and sealed that existence here. Just like the existence he encountered at the beginning, but the current existence is stronger than the one he encountered at that time.

Unfortunately, the information he could obtain in this regard was extremely scarce. Master Ma and Modax were not from that era. Perhaps only the first generation of Slann magic priests and those dragon fathers, who had personally witnessed the planet being frozen in the past, knew about those frozen past events. Perhaps... he should ask those elf gods.

"The Destroyer?" Daxus, who no longer listened to the discussion and fell into deep thought, thought of the Destroyer that Rawl had mentioned. For someone like Rawl, the words he spoke were all deceptive, some were true and some were false, but the term "Destroyer" appeared too frequently in Rawl's mouth.

The term Destroyer appeared quite frequently. As far as he knew, the weapon that Malekith had held before was called the Destroyer, and Malok had the title of the Destroyer. "Maybe?"

The meeting ended quickly. Daxus rejected the Red Dragon's plan to launch an aerial reconnaissance because it was unnecessary. Shakspati's mental observation was no worse than the Red Dragon's physical reconnaissance. During the meeting, an ever-changing and distorted illusory thumbnail kept flashing.

He asked his companions to rest around the armillary sphere. There was no rotation, and the characteristics of the temple guards played a role in this environment. They were the best guards. There was no secret signal, maybe that existence had sensed their arrival, and there was a kind of beauty in drinking potions and gaining benefits in front of the BOSS. Perhaps the existence of the secret signal would make things worse.

He decided to stay the same in the face of change, stick together when taking action, and stay still like a mountain, instead of being like those idiot protagonists in horror movies who scatter and run around when something happens, creating opportunities for the other side. Of course, the team still needs to be separated when necessary, such as in places where movement is restricted. He made a targeted move for this, dividing the team of 100 people into four combat teams and designed a set of hand gestures that everyone can understand.

The team had a smooth journey and arrived at the outskirts of the city. They did not encounter any poisonous scorpions that suddenly emerged from the sand, nor did they encounter any huge sandworms with huge suction cups, nor did they encounter any creatures such as the Holy Titan and the Sphinx.

The city had walls, but they were damaged, and a crack large enough for Kami to pass through appeared in front of the team.

For the first time, Daxus saw the existence of a living creature in this area, but this creature was not what he wanted to see.

Scavenger birds perched on statues and broken arches, watching the procession with grim, malicious eyes, expecting something terrible to happen. One bird squawked, and the others followed suit, singing an ancient, macabre dirge, each note seeming to strike a chord deep within the procession.

But soon, the scavenger birds stopped calling, and didn't even have a chance to fly away. The shooters in the team didn't have that much patience.

The wind whistled past Dacus's ears, bringing a bone-chilling chill, as if some invisible malevolence was approaching. He looked up at the towering pillars, which looked even more dilapidated in the moonlight, with traces of time on their surfaces. The sound of the wind seemed to be mixed with whispers, and those invisible voices came from all directions, making the entire ruins whisper, telling an unknown past.

Ryan bent down and picked up a piece of broken shading glass. After taking a look, he threw the glass away with a chill. A pale object flashed in the dark side of the glass, and for a moment, he seemed to feel that someone was looking at him through the glass.

"Dead souls are trapped in the broken glass scattered around the city. If you look too closely, you'll either get trapped or go crazy."

"You are humorous?" Ryan was a little angry. He turned his head and asked unhappily.

"Do you remember your experience in Lauren Lauren? The same thing in a different environment...you know what I mean." After saying this, Tolandil left.

Ryan frowned and looked at Tolandil's back. At this moment, he thought of something. He thought of everything he saw in Lauren Loren...

Dacus stared at the statue in the distance, which was blurred by the sand. The statue looked down at him, as if it had some unknown purpose. The finger that stretched out seemed to invite him to go to some hidden depth. The face of the statue had long been worn away by time and wind, and it was difficult to recognize its former appearance, but he could recognize the faint outline, which was once a broad, inhuman smile. The invisible pressure still existed, which made people shudder in this weird atmosphere.

He wanted to know what the statue's identity represented before it was eroded by time. Perhaps it was an ancient god? A god that existed in the blanks of history? An unknown god, a half-dead god hiding in the cracks, a god sealed by Tzeentch?
He had an illusion that there might be a reason why the Old Ones established the Lizardman civilization on the continent of Lustria. Perhaps it was to suppress some existence that had fought against the Old Ones when they came to this planet?

He knew clearly that in the Lustria Strait, south of Skog, there was a place called the Dead Skulls of the Fallen God. A series of huge stone heads faced the sea. The statues were unattended, and the facial features of many of the statues had been weathered smooth, but they were clearly different from other statues created by the Lizardmen. Some were reptilian, some were humanoid, but most were difficult to define. The eyes were deliberately covered, and the hands were tightly grasped with tools of unknown purpose.

There are many theories about the meaning of these statues. Some believe that the statues are Lizardmen gods, lesser-known members of a larger pantheon. Others believe that they appeared later, like Sotek, but had no lasting influence. But if that is the case, why don't the Lizardmen worship the statues? Still others believe that the history of the statues can be traced back to even before the many architectural wonders left by the Old Ones.

"Maybe... I'll get the answer here? Or maybe..." Daxus felt confused again. He hoped it was the former, not the latter. If it was the latter, this city would represent some unknown existence. Of course, it could be both, or maybe it was neither, he just thought too much.

After a moment, he felt a strange sense of oppression. It seemed that it was not an illusion. Did the statue really come alive? The part that used to be the eyes was watching his every move. Of course, it could also be a visual illusion caused by staring into the statue for a long time.

He stopped watching when he heard the footsteps approaching, and scanned the dark avenue with alert eyes. However, apart from the constant blowing wind, the diffuse shadows and the ominous smell, there was nothing, and the city was filled with endless silence.

The wind in the city is different from the wind in the desert. The wind swirls in the city, passing through the ruins like a whisper. It is no longer an ordinary wind, but a presence with some kind of malicious intent.

He had an illusion that the wind even cut his cheeks through the protective shield, armor and clothes. At the same time, the wind kept reminding him that this was not an ordinary place. This sense of separation did not only stay on the surface of the skin, but it seemed that even the defense line in his heart was slowly being eroded. He adjusted his scarf, blinked his eyes, and shook off the non-existent sand in his eyes.

The streets were staggered with broken rubble and incomplete stone slabs, and the air was filled with a smell of decay and decay.

However, the wind changed again, and the echoes of those invisible battles began to linger in Daxus' ears, echoing among the ruins of the city, as if the city had witnessed countless bloody battles, and the traces and shouts of these battles had long been integrated into the soul of this ruin. Those sounds were sometimes clear, sometimes vague, constantly conveying some kind of information to him, and they were like endless illusions, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false.

The street stretched around the team like a twisted spine, sometimes narrowing, sometimes widening, as if there was some kind of malice guiding the team. The buildings were like two rows of facing armies, sometimes closely approaching, almost oppressing people to the point of suffocation, and sometimes suddenly retreating, leaving behind an empty ruin. The visual illusion formed made the team members wonder if they had taken the wrong road.

In some places, the gaps between the walls became so narrow that one could only walk sideways, and the oppressive atmosphere was about to swallow everyone. Dust rose in the narrow space, as if it was the last gasp of those ancient buildings. In another place, the street suddenly opened up, and the wind and sand cut through the air like a sharp knife, blowing away the remaining broken tiles and old bricks.

The city walls, which once towered into the sky, are now only broken and helpless. The walkways and balconies that once served as guards and rulers have now collapsed into a disordered mass of stone and rotten wood, frozen in place, as if they are still trying to resist the erosion of time, but in the end they can only silently admit their defeat.

Walking on the dilapidated streets, you can occasionally step on broken stones and rotten wood chips, which make a chilling creaking sound, and together with the sound of the wind, it's like the whole city is groaning faintly.

Occasionally, something indescribable moves quickly among the broken wreckage, like some unknown creature, silently watching the invaders in the darkness, waiting for them to reveal a flaw, or perhaps just dust raised by the wind.

The wind became stronger, as if driven by some invisible force, and the chill in the air became more biting. Like roaring thunder rumbling in the air, the sky was suddenly torn apart by a flash of lightning, and the dazzling light illuminated the entire city as if it were daytime.

The brief light illuminated the horrific scenes hidden in the shadows all around. The statues eroded by wind and sand and the collapsed buildings seemed to come alive under the illumination of lightning.

The color of the sky suddenly changed as the lightning disappeared, and amethyst-like light flickered in the darkness, like some kind of ominous omen. The sound of wind, thunder and the invisible echo intertwined to form an unbearable noise, as if the city itself was wailing, telling the endless pain it had experienced.

The birds were perched high on the top of the dilapidated building, and their cries sounded hoarse and sad in the wind. As the wind blew, the birds were disturbed and flew up one after another, their black wings swept across the night sky, interweaving with the purple light flickering in the storm.

Purple lightning lit up the street ahead, casting a long shadow of the massive statue, its arms twisting across the sky, guiding the team into deeper darkness.

Dacus stood in front of the team, calmly looking at the broken wall blocking their way. The way forward was blocked, and the wall seemed to be mocking their powerlessness.

"No road? Where is the road? This is wrong, this is impossible!"

As he spoke, or more accurately acted, he looked around and saw a crack in the west wall. As he looked, Ryan reminded him to look at another smaller crack in the east wall.

At this time, the roar of the storm was getting closer and closer, and the sand and dust swept the narrow streets. The air flickered with purple light. The birds caught in the strong wind were stripped to the bones, and blood and internal organs fell on the streets like raindrops. The roar of the storm became more and more violent, and the sand and dust swept more and more violently, and were quickly approaching the direction of the team.

At this moment, Dacus smiled, as if he understood, and raised his arms. (End of this chapter)