Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

The Jade Palace was silent, as if the stone had absorbed everything. The huge courtyard was not crowded, but there were more people, or more precisely, more lizardmen than he had expected, skinks, lizardmen, and giant lizards, as well as a few chameleons that appeared and disappeared. But the lizardmen were silent, without the bustling, noisy, hissing, and rattling noises he had seen in the temple city.

However, everything changed after the team entered the courtyard. After all, fellow villagers meet fellow villagers...

"There weren't so many before, but recently, their numbers have increased a lot. Some are like you, and some... through strange means."

"Are you sure it's recent? How long is a period of time in your mind? A few years? More or less?" Daxus looked around at the scene that was becoming a little lively while listening to Orić's words. He speculated that these later lizardmen were probably the army or patrols that died near Zahuitak after the invasion. But he did not delve too deeply into this issue, but asked another question.

"A few months? It doesn't matter though, time has no meaning here. What is a moment to one person may seem like hours to another, or even years.

There is no time here, no day, no night. There is only a moment, an eternity stretching between light and shadow, and we are all trapped in it. It takes a while to get used to it, you will get used to it, I stopped counting the days when I woke up last time." Oliqi said calmly, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him, and it seemed that he was not talking about time, but more like sleep.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to it."

"This is not surprising. From my perspective, I suspect that you are from the past, not the present and the future. Different realms have different ways of passing time. When I was still assisting the lords in their research, I came to a conclusion from the lords that not only are the buildings here entangled, but time has also been distorted. Now, this city is located at the center of a huge shadow network, composed of every fragment of the past and the future.

So, there is no death here, but there is death, and there is a lot of it. You can still feel their presence, the blows of death. There are no scars, but the pain is still there to remind you that you are just a reflection of a dead man. "

Daxus nodded. He had seen many Skin Lizard Priests. Compared with these Skin Lizard Priests, Orici was very different. He was not smart nor unique. He was more like Taito Ika, who became more sophisticated as he got older.

He thought of pasta again, not flying pasta, nor pasta mixed with concrete. Instead, the Flash went back to the past and met his younger self, or more precisely, met his younger self whose timeline was changed when he went back to the past. After that, the two Flashes met the sentimental Batman, who used the tangled pasta to tell the story of time confusion.

The situation was so similar, no, what he was experiencing now was even more terrifying and illogical than what Pasta showed.

"Even great lords fade with every failure, every death. Soon, we may all be shadows." As if reading Daxus's thoughts, Orici grinned sadly.

"that……"

"Another me? I can sense your curiosity. You haven't experienced it yet." Oriqi said sadly, and then he sighed. His whole body collapsed as he sighed. "This feeling is very strange. We are not brothers, and we were not born from the same incubator. Looking at him, I feel like I am looking at a mirror. I... I... I can't describe the feeling. After I was reborn, Lord Azuma recognized me and understood me. Another me replaced me, and I continued to serve the Lord in a different way."

The topic ended here. The Slann Demon Priests did not live in the courtyard, but in other places. Daxus had to make some arrangements, such as rest and boosting morale.

Once everything was arranged, he followed Orci up the hundreds of spiral stone steps, everything around him was stone or glass. As he strode through the corridors, his reflection lagged slightly, thanks, he guessed, to the angle of the mirrors.

Behind him, someone laughed, the voice rough and tired. He slowly turned around, his hand on the hilt of the sword, and when he turned around, he saw...himself face to face. But not completely himself, a different him, ragged and bloody.

A reflection, stretched and twisted through the mirror. The reflection smiled, its eyes fixed on Daxus.

Daxus massaged his temples with his fingers, trying to calm his emotions. The best way to deal with the silver leaker is to face him with a smile instead of shouting.

He looked at his reflection, and it disappeared. Then, it reappeared. He touched his face as if he was looking in a mirror. The dried bloodstains in the reflection were no longer on his face, but that didn't stop him from wanting to take a hot bath urgently.

He just stopped there, studying his expression, as if playing rock-paper-scissors with his own reflection in the mirror. After a moment, a wave of mental fatigue came over him, and he closed his eyes. When his eyes closed, he heard the voice again, attracting his attention. When he opened his eyes and looked around, he saw that the stopped team was looking at him, and his reflection was no longer smiling, and the tattered clothes and dried blood had disappeared.

He smiled and raised his middle finger to his reflection, and the being in the mirror seemed to disappear, and his reflection did the same thing as him and raised his middle finger.

"Why are these mirrors left here? And... there is space for the army to be stationed here, why do the Lizardmen live in the courtyard?" He asked casually as he continued walking. Along the way, he did not meet the temple guards who were supposed to be guarding various nodes, nor did he meet the chameleons hiding in the shadows and on guard. There was no one and the palace seemed deserted.

"The palace is unstable and unsafe. Some people have been... lost inside. The mirror has been destroyed. Four times? Five times? I don't remember. But the mirror is always there. If you value your life, don't go near it."

Daxus nodded. He stopped chatting to kill time. Seeing the Slann Mage Priest would mean that Steiner's troops would attack. Everything would be fine then. He focused on the surrounding environment. No matter how strange this place was, he was determined to remember this road as much as possible. God knows what will happen in the future and when these things will come in handy. Maybe he will have to live here for a while.

Despite his skill at this, the palace strangely defied his senses. He could feel it expanding and contracting, with no rhyme or reason. Corridors stretched out from the main thoroughfare and seemed to go nowhere, with walls jutting out at vague angles, as if something had pushed them outward at some point in the past. Shards of glass littered the stone floor, taking root like some crystalline fungus, and steps rose to a solid ceiling or dropped suddenly.

Then there was the noise, soft as the hum of an insect or the hiss of sand, but everywhere. The noise conflicted with his perception, and the harder he listened, the harder it became to discern. Only when he tried to ignore it did the noise finally become what he thought it might be, lots of sounds, interweaving in a meaningless gibberish.

He had no idea where the noise was coming from, only that it was getting louder in some places and quieter in others.

Finally, the team came to a towering archway, the arch was carved into a gorgeous laurel tree, and at the top of the laurel tree, an exquisite glass mask stared at them seriously. He stood there for a while, looking at the mask. The mask was not unfamiliar, it was a typical lizard man style, the face of the mask was the ancient saint Typok, and the cracked glass was shining with a strange light.

Behind the arch was a huge causeway leading up to the dome on top of the palace. "What's that?" he asked.

"Palace Garden." Orici said softly after following Daxus's gaze.

Lanterns hung from posts cast a soft glow on the road as the procession crossed the causeway, but only a few of the lanterns were lit; the others hung in darkness or were missing entirely. The ones that did shine were only faint, and shadows danced along the edge of the causeway.

Below, a fire was lit in the courtyard, and some figures were sitting around it. Although the distance was far, he could still make out some figures, and he knew that the team was beginning to rest.

Looking out through the wall, countless points of light appeared in the darkness farther away.

"Bonfires, some are real, some are fake, not all things flickering in the dark are flames, the city is between shadow and light, it deceives the vision. The firelight can be reflected from one street to another, from top to bottom, from east to west. It can spread a long way, and this false light will pull the careless into deeper shadows."

Dacus did not respond, nor did he ask if the second vision could be deceived. The team was now high enough that he could look up through the man-made stones and see the sky above. However, it was not the sky he knew, so he avoided his gaze.

The causeway was mostly intact, but in places it looked as if something had bitten it through. Many of the gaps had been patched with planks that looked like they had been ripped from a wagon or fence, and these planks creaked as the team passed by, but fortunately there were no accidents and the huge tonnage of the Gorok passed smoothly.

The entrance to the dome is another delicate arch shaped like a large tree with its two-dimensional branches extending upward and around the circumference of the dome, sitting atop a set of flat stone steps.

Having reached here, Olic stopped.

Dacus didn't ask: "Won't you come with me?" These questions were stupid just to think about, and Olić had already made them clear enough along the way. He nodded to Olić, sighed, and walked into the garden.

The ground was covered in a layer of shards of glass that crunched beneath his boots. A columned corridor led into the dome's interior, shattered panes of glass lining the walls, and his reflection flowed past him like condensation.

He walked toward the flickering lights, his footsteps echoing hollowly, and in the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of his reflection hidden in the cracked corner of the glass. As he passed, the reflection whimpered and moved away from him.

At the end of the corridor was another archway, carved in the same shape as the entrance. Passing through it, he saw a dark area surrounded by jagged tree trunks and forks in various states of ruin.

After a while he realized that the trees were made of glass, artificial, shaped and carved rather than planted. This was not a living garden but a garden of statues and sculptures, or at least it had been. Like the forest floor after a fire, small gleaming glass sprouts emerged from the ruins and stumps.

The garden, whatever it had been, was now something else.

Crystals grew up the inner curve of the dome and extended in all directions. In places, stalactites and stalagmites of dark glass formed, and a cluster of what looked like a young tree occupied the center of the garden.

He stopped and turned around. He had been to many places and seen many landscapes, including many gardens, but this garden was exceptionally large, towering into the sky and stretching to the edge of his vision. There were more trees in the darkness, intact and tall, with branches scraping the top of the dome. Parts of the dome were broken, and the walls were covered with cracks, and the wind whistled through them.

The constant cold here was unbearable for the Lizardmen. He could see that Ku Jia was in obvious discomfort, as if the cold had taken away the air in Ku Jia's lungs, causing a convulsion every time he inhaled.

When the team came to another archway, he thought he had come to the place where the two Slann magic priests lived? Because there was no way forward.

"Hello?"

Daxus's voice echoed strangely, his words twisted into groans by the strange acoustics of the place.

The word "Welcome..." hung in the air like the sound of a bell, and in the corner of his eye something flashed across the face of a broken tree, and the figure circled the group like a prowling lion, drifting from one face to another. At first he thought it might be a reflection, but soon he realized that the thing was in the tree.

The figure came closer and closer, becoming a gigantic shape that passed through every pane of glass and plant life, like a giant looking down through a net.

"welcome……"

Words echoed through the broken trees, seeming to rise from every fragment and every facet.

Dacus did not ask, nor did he shout with emotion. He was very calm, so calm that he was even a little numb. But unlike him, Shakspati, who had been following silently, exerted his strength. With his hands raised high, as the sphere representing the stars began to rise and surround, the surrounding scene disappeared.

As the scene changed, everything around him changed, but he didn't look at the changes around him immediately. His sight was attracted, and then his eyes widened instantly. The incredible scene in front of him almost made him curse. There is something wrong with Oliqi's information. Didn't they say that there were only two Slann magic priests? There is a big problem with this information.

Why are there five Slann Mage Priests?
"Where is the bug?" (End of this chapter)