Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Elsin Arwen, Aesop Talarion.

On a sunny spring day, the calm water of the bay sparkled in the afternoon sun. In addition to dozens of ships swaying and anchoring in the center of the harbor, a fleet was also heading for the dock. There were ten ships in the fleet, nine of which were inconspicuous, with the only feature being the silver-black flag of Nagarys hanging on the bow. The tenth ship became the focus of everyone's attention. The people of Athos Talarian had never seen such a strange ship.

The ship glided easily over the sea, her four great spritsails unfurled to the wind, and the waves rolled around the ram of her golden prow. Hellebron had seen many great ships sail in and out of Athos Talarion, but none could compare to the grandeur of this ship.

The ship was the size of a castle, divided into three parts, a central structure flanked by two outer hulls as massive as warships. Tall towers of dark wood with gleaming gold trim rose from the ship's decks.

Hellebron, holding her breath, immediately realized that this ship must be carrying the most distinguished passengers, and she wondered if it was the second visit of the Phoenix King, but she felt that if that was the case, there would have been announcements and preparations for such an event.

The dragon ship Indrognir moved gracefully through the moored vessels like the most graceful dancer at a ball, then quickly turned and headed for the farthest dock, while the crews of the other nine ships blew their horns to announce the arrival of their distinguished passengers.

"They are flying the banner of Nagarythe." Lyris stood beside Hellebron, standing on tiptoe, trying to see farther.

"We cannot know if we stay here." Hellebron turned away from the window, forcing her companions to retreat, and then turned to her maid. "Go, get our cloaks and outdoor shoes."

"Yes, master." The maid hesitated for a moment and stood there with her lips slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something.

"Yes, you can go with us. If we don't take you with us, you will definitely keep asking me questions."

"Thank you, my master." The maid smiled, bowed and hurriedly left the room.

Hellebron quickly prepared herself, draping a crimson cloak over her shoulders and fastening it with a silver buckle. After gently shaking off a few stray hairs stuck to her boots, she put on her black leather boots. The maid handed her a mirror and helped her fix her hair, putting her hair up and letting it fall naturally on the right side.

"Let's go and see the excitement. Come on, don't hesitate any longer." After she had sorted everything out, she looked at everyone else and announced after seeing the expectant eyes of her companions.

The maids tried their best to make their way through the crowd, but when they were not far from the dock, they were still blocked by the vast sea of ​​people. Hellebron and Lyris had to stand on tiptoe to continue observing through the crowd. The two sisters were a head taller than their companions and could see the scene on the sea from a farther distance.

"That strange ship is approaching the dock." After watching for a while, Hellebron explained to her companions who could not see anything.

"Look! It's Prince Malekith!" Lyris' voice suddenly rose sharply. Compared to Hellebron, she could see more clearly because she stood taller and put one hand on Hellebron's shoulder.

Hellebron stood on tiptoe and looked over, searching. Soon, she saw Malekith, who was wearing a black robe, a purple cloak trailing behind him, and his sword tapping his legs with every step.

"Is your Excellency there?" asked the maid.

Hellebron glanced around but did not see Alandrian, her father.

"Isir is with the prince, and his father is not here," explained Liris, who saw more clearly.

The waiting process was long and boring. Helleben and Lyris had no choice but to observe the clothes and decorations of several other noble ladies to keep their companions interested, although most of the comments were not very friendly...

"They're lowering the gangway." Hellebron was busy judging a lady's jewelry when she suddenly noticed that the strange ship had arrived at the dock. When she told her companions about this, a guard with feathers on his helmet blocked her view. She gritted her teeth and glared at Lyris, "What happened? I can't see!"

"Someone got off the boat, but I couldn't see clearly who it was. Oh my God, she was hugging the prince." Lyris then covered her mouth with her eyes wide open.

When the guards moved away a little, Hellebron finally saw everything, and Prince Malekith walked out from the dock with a lady walking side by side.

The lady was tall, with fair skin and long black hair. Even at a distance, she radiated beauty and power, and the way she moved side by side with Malekith left no doubt as to her importance.

"It's Morathi! Morathi is coming, Athos Talarion!" Hellebron almost screamed.

Soon, she was besieged with questions from her companions, who wanted to know what Morathi looked like and what she wore. Instead of answering these questions, she stared at Malekith's mother with longing, taking in the grace and majesty in Morathi's every move.

More than anything, she felt instinctively that the citizens' reverence for Aenarion's wife had nearly brought the city to a standstill, and she felt a mixture of emotions within her, experiencing the joy of the others while also being acutely aware of a sudden surge of jealousy.

The jealousy was not directed at Morathi herself, but at the reaction she brought. Her mere presence was enough to bring the entire city to a standstill.

"I have to see her, can you imagine? We have to find our father! He will surely be able to arrange it."

Hellebron couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if she could have this kind of attention, this kind of power and prestige. In that instant, she made a decision, and she turned to Lyris and said.

"Imagine what?" Liris' eyes were full of confusion.

"Imagine everything, of course! We could go to Anlek and become princesses in Queen Morathi's circle. Athos Tallarion would be nice, but it wouldn't be as good as Anlek, with the latest fashions, the best food, brave princes courting us, and poets writing poems about our beauty. What a wonderful thing that would be, sister!" Hellebron shook her head in response to her sister's ignorance.
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The white and black tiles echoed with the clacking of Hellebron's boots as she waited outside the door to be summoned into Morathi's chambers. She clasped her hands tightly to prevent unnecessary anxiety, and she wished there was a mirror in the hallway so she could check one last time that her hair and clothes were perfect.

After searching for a while, she saw her blurry reflection in the window. She felt that her hair was in a mess and something seemed to be wrong.

At this moment, a voice came from afar.

"Queen Morathi is willing to see you now."

Although Hellebron still felt that her hair was like an untidy bird's nest, she raised her chin and smiled. She took firm steps and walked into Morathi's room. When the door closed, she realized that she was alone with the queen.

Morathi lay on a low sofa, the breeze from the window ruffling her hair like dancing black flames.

Outside the window was Athos Talarion, and beyond the city walls were the fields and forests of Elsing Arwen. But the scenery outside the window had no appeal to Hellebron, and her eyes were fixed firmly on Morathi.

Morathi wore a gorgeous long dress with gold and purple interwoven, her lips were blood red and her skin was as white as snow.

Although Morathi's posture seemed leisurely, Hellebron felt an invisible sense of oppression. Morathi's eyes were fixed on her, sizing her up, like a lion sizing up its prey.

Helena's innate magical perception captured the amazing power of Morathi. Her skin was slightly covered with goose bumps because of this feeling, and her stomach was slightly nauseous. She attributed this brief discomfort to nervousness, and she swallowed her saliva. When she realized that she had been staring at Morathi blankly for several seconds, when she saw Morathi's expression with expectation, she realized what she should say.

"My queen, I am honored to meet you." She bowed her head and curtseyed gracefully, her long skirt swinging back. Then she raised her head, eyes still downcast, to show respect. There was a slight rush in her tone, and as soon as she said it, she immediately regretted it, feeling that she was a little too excited. She took a deep breath, forced herself to look up, and looked directly into Morathi's calm eyes, "Thank you for meeting me."

Morathi responded by waving her ring-covered hand, motioning Hellebron to sit in the straight-backed chair in front of the sofa. When Hellebron sat down stiffly, with her hands on her knees, she stared at him with half-lidded eyes like a satisfied cat.

Hellebron sat there stiffly, and when she found that Morathi had no intention of speaking, she didn't know whether she needed to say anything more. But soon, she realized that Morathi seemed to be playing with her? Enjoying her uneasiness? She controlled herself, not frowning, and forced herself to smile.

"I hope the Queen will be pleased with our little town."

"Aesor Tallarion is a nice city, and the people...are also very lovely?" Morathi nodded, then swung her legs off the sofa and sat up straighter, her slender arms lazily resting on the back of the sofa. She moved closer to Hellebron, stroking her chin with her slender fingers, and her deep black eyes stared at Hellebron from under her thick eyelashes, "What do you want, child?"

Hellebron was about to ask the Queen what she meant by this, but was stopped by Morathi's raised hand.

"Don't act innocent or ignorant, child. Although some people are content to just enjoy luxury in my presence, I know you have other plans in mind. Tell me! What do you want? Save yourself the trouble and stop flattering me!"

"I hope to gain your favor, return to Anlek with you, and become a member of your circle."

"Hahahaha." Morathi laughed, and her laughter was stinging, as if piercing Hellebron's hope.

"You? You wish for me to have some kind of connection with you? Many desire such a thing, but only a few are chosen. What can you offer in return for this favor?"

"My father is..."

"You have to understand that your father served my son and was loyal to him. The affairs between your father and my son have nothing to do with you and me, do you understand? Tell me, child, what are your abilities? Do you understand magic?" Morathi leaned back on the sofa, her expression softened.

"I know very little, Queen, but perhaps with your guidance, I can..."

"No, you can't." Morathi's cold words interrupted Hellebron's next words, and then she continued, "You don't have any extraordinary talents. If you have any, it would have been revealed by now. If you really can master magic, you would have found a way long ago, instead of sitting in front of me now, understand? Maybe... you can sing?"

"Only average, Queen."

"Are you talented in poetry?"

"Children's songs... I must admit."

"So what do you always do? Dance?"

"I fear that our dancing here is a little outdated compared to the standards of Ulthuan. I have friends who are more graceful than I am." Hellebron sighed.

"You...your honesty is rare, child." Morathi pouted in disappointment, her delicate brows slightly wrinkled.

"I'd rather be honest now than be considered a liar later. Any false promises I might make could easily be exposed over time. All I can offer is my loyalty!"

"Then you have nothing to offer. All of Nagarythe is loyal to me, and there are plenty of flattering generals and nobles. Why do I need flatterers like you?" Morathi shook her head.

"No!" Hellebron tried to hold back her tears.

"A noble attempt, child. But your lip trembles, and I see in your eyes that you are overcome by shame. Do not think sympathy can move me! You are weak and spoiled, like all your generation. I am disappointed that your father did not raise you better. I would have expected something different from an Alandrian daughter. Perhaps...your mother is to blame?"

Hellebron's defenses completely collapsed, and she burst into tears, weeping in her hands. "Remember this shame, my beautiful child, remember this moment of weakness, and understand that the future of Nagarythe rests in the hands of those who are much more powerful than you, so... when you have something to give to our people, come to me again." Morathi stood up from the sofa, gently placed an arm on Hellebron's trembling shoulders, and whispered in Hellebron's ear.

Still crying, Hellebron felt a clenched arm grab her, and before she could wipe her tears, Morathi pulled her to her feet.

"sorry Sorry……"

"Feel sorry for me, or for yourself, kid?"

Hellebron turned and looked at Morathi with a pleading expression, but she saw no sympathy in those dark eyes as hard as stone. Morathi led her to the door and almost pushed her into the corridor.

"Molaig Heg is cruel. He has given you a mediocre fate, Hellebron. When I wake up tomorrow, I won't even remember your name."

The maid who was staying in the corridor walked into the room, and the sound of the door closing was like an axe, chopping off Hellebron's dream.

She stopped crying, straightened up quickly, wiped the tears from her face and glared at the door. She cursed herself for crying, blaming herself for her tears that worked on her parents and mother but failed to move the queen.

But it didn't matter anymore, she knew that Morathi saw through all her schemes, but despite this, Morathi was still wrong! She was not weak, although some people thought she was a frivolous and incompetent woman, but that was just pretending.

She no longer looked at the door, and resolutely turned and walked into the corridor. She wanted to prove that Morathi was wrong! She was a princess and deserved better. Although she didn't know how to do it, she knew that she could make Morathi understand how stupid it was to abandon her contempt.

She could not learn magic, nor could she become a great dancer or singer through any instruction, but she would find a way to obtain everything she believed was hers.

She is going to Anlek as the princess of Naggaroth!
One day, Morathi will remember her name, and she will let Morathi see her true face.

As it turned out, Hellebron had done it, and she had what she could give to the people of Naggaroth. She struck Morathi hard in the face, and Morathi forgot her name after the conversation, but only for a long time, and then...
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1:20 pm, Naga Roselle, Nagarond, not far from the Black Tower of Malekith.

There is no doubt that Morathi, who survived the Great Invasion to the end, almost throughout the entire medieval history, and became a god in the next era, was extremely cautious. She carried countless life-saving spells and magic accessories. Each of these protective items was carefully selected and strongly blessed, and was a symbol of the wisdom and strength she had accumulated over the years.

The moment she activated the teleportation spell, her figure dissipated like smoke, quickly disappearing in the conference hall, and instantly arrived outside the Black Tower of Malekith, outside the stable of her mount "Sulefit".

But Hellebron seized the opportunity, and at the moment the spell was activated, she touched Morathi. Her eyes were filled with anger, like the flames rising from the abyss, and her figure suddenly rushed out, taking advantage of the moment when Morathi had not yet stabilized her body, and using the inertia before the teleportation spell was activated, she pounced on Morathi.

Everything happened so quickly that Hellebron barely gave Morathi any chance to react.

At that moment, Morathi was knocked down by Hellebron, and the force was like a beast pouncing on its prey, catching her off guard. She was pressed to the ground by Hellebron, and the heavy pressure on her chest made it almost impossible to breathe. Her face turned pale in an instant, and a flash of panic and anger flashed in her eyes.

The hatred between the two could not be described in simple words, and even a day and a night would not be enough to express it...

"Morath! You have come to this day!"

At this moment, Hellebron was no longer the same as when she first met Morathi. She was no longer crying or nervous. Her face became ferocious, her eyes were full of hatred, and flashing with crazy flames, as if the time for revenge had finally arrived. Her roar echoed in the air, with uncontrollable anger and hatred. Her body pressed on Morathi, she swung her arms, and the sharp nails on her fingertips slashed at Morathi's face like blades.

When her nails touched Morathi's cheek, a shining light suddenly burst out, and Morathi's defensive magic instantly emerged. The black shield was like a barrier to block her attack.

However, Hellebron's strength was far beyond imagination. Although her nails were blocked by magic, they still penetrated the layer of protection with great force. With a "puff", her claws scratched the shield, leaving a mark of blood splatter on Morathi's delicate face.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and bright red blood slowly dripped onto Morathi's pale cheek, staining her porcelain-like delicate skin red. The blood dripped down her cheek, as if depicting the pain and unspeakable astonishment in her heart.

Following Hellebron, her scream also pierced the air, her voice mixed with incomparable anger and fear, as if this bloodstain was not only a destruction of her appearance, but also a deep tearing of all her pride and self-confidence. This blow not only tore off her delicate appearance, but also destroyed the once indestructible tower in her heart. It tore apart her long-standing pride.

She failed, completely failed. Her son had played tricks on her, abandoned her, and turned to the arms of Dacius. Now the once beautiful child was like a mad dog...

Hellebron was repelled by Morathi's magic shield, and her body was blown back into the air by the huge reaction force, but she did not lose her balance.

As it turned out, what she said at the time was a bit too conservative. Perhaps Morathi was right: I am disappointed that your father did not raise you better. Perhaps your mother should be held responsible for this?
Although everything about Elsin Arwen was a version behind that of Ulthuan, her talent for dancing was unquestionable. She twisted and turned in the air, performing a set of moves that were difficult even for elves who were good at dancing, and then she instantly stabilized her posture instead of being shaken further away.

After her boots rubbed against the ground for a few seconds, her feet were firmly on the ground. She aimed at the target like a lion, her eyes sharp, just like when she first entered the room, she growled, the shriek cut through the air, her body tensed like a bowstring, and in an instant she pounced on Morathi again.

Although she was extremely angry, she still kept a trace of rationality. Five thousand years ago, she was just a little girl who relied on clumsy tricks and lacked the ability and wisdom to deal with it. However, now, she has become more mature, and after experiencing countless bloody battles and unforgettable things, she is no longer the one she was five thousand years ago.

She knew clearly that if Morathi could not be quickly dealt with at this moment, if Morathi could survive, she would most likely reappear in the next Dark Council. She knew Malekith too well! She knew Prince Malekith, the Witch King Malekith!

She swung her claws without hesitation and pounced on Morathi again. This time, her attack was more precise, with deadly murderous intent and fierce storm, without hesitation, as if to tear every inch of Morathi's skin.

But Morathi was not an easy target to defeat. Although she was shocked and angry, she reacted very quickly. Magic roared and burst out from her hands. The attack was like the claws of a demon, accurately shooting at every move of Hellebron.

Hellebron's figure was like a ghost, dodging every fierce magic beam. Every movement she made was accompanied by overwhelming strength and agility, and the space was distorted by her rapid movement.

The aftermath of the magic caused great damage to the surrounding area. The ground shook violently, and the powerful impact caused the city walls to begin to crack, with rubble flying everywhere and dust filling the air.

As the magical attack became more and more fierce, Hellebron began to use her speed and agility to constantly change positions, avoiding Morathi's attacks, using her killing instinct to skillfully make countless changes in a split second, making it almost impossible for Morathi's magic to track her.

Finally, at the moment when Morathi's attack missed, she saw the gap. She stopped dodging sideways and suddenly changed direction, rushing towards Morathi. Her figure pointed directly at Morathi like a sharp blade, and her claws swung like Khaine's sword, slashing at her target fiercely.

The attack was successful, Hellebron's claws tore through Morathi's skin and touched her collarbone. At that moment, blood splashed like a fountain, and her claws drew a bright blood mark on Morathi's collarbone. A sense of satisfaction surged in her heart, but this attack was not enough to satisfy her.

However, at the moment when her claws touched Morathi, a strong reaction force caused her body to be flung away again. Morathi's magic shield knocked her away with irresistible force. A loud bang sounded in the air. She was hit by a strong force and her body flew several meters away like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground.

With a trace of blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, Hellebron supported herself on the ground with her left hand, her legs slightly bent, her body ready to attack, like a beast about to pounce on its prey. She did not stand up immediately, but grinned without showing her black teeth, as if she had anticipated every moment that followed and controlled everything in her own hands. Her smile became more and more violent, filled with endless contempt for Morathi.

She brought her right hand to her mouth, stretched out her sharp tongue, and licked the blood on her nails, as if she was savoring every bit of cruelty in this duel. Her eyes flashed with malice and pleasure, immersed in her own power and damage. After licking her nails, she turned her head and spat out a mouthful of saliva, her eyes fixed on Morathi, and her words were even more sharp and ruthless.

"Stinky, dirty, Queen? You bitch!"

Before she finished speaking, Hellebron exploded at incredible speed, her feet shot up like clockwork, her body almost drew an arc in the air, and she pounced on Morathi, who had not yet fully recovered. Her movements were sharp and deadly, without any hesitation, as if every second was reminding her that tearing Morathi to pieces was her only goal.

The scene from the previous moment reappeared...

This time, Hellebron's claws swung towards Morathi's ribs, tearing her clothes apart like paper. Her claws dug deep into Morathi's skin, instantly slashing her abdomen, blood gushing out like a fountain. Her smile became more and more smug, as if she had completely taken control of the situation. Her hands continued to hold Morathi's skin tightly, tearing her skin mercilessly, and using her huge force to press Morathi down, forcing Morathi to lose balance.

However, Morathi's eyes were no longer filled with pain and anger, but with a deep calmness and determination. At the moment she fell, she grabbed Hellebron's wrist, and the powerful Deha burst out of her body, condensing into an invisible force that quickly spread to Hellebron's body.

Hellebron felt the surge of magic, but now she was no longer the same as before. Her movements did not slow down at all, but became more crazy. Every move she made was full of murderous intent. She had only one goal in mind: to make Morathi feel the pain and humiliation she had experienced!

As she raised her left hand, her powerful swing seemed to be stretched out by time, and each movement seemed extremely heavy, as if she was trapped in some kind of irresistible bondage. She was no longer the same as before, but Morathi was not given away for nothing. The oppression of magic was like an iron chain that tightly bound every inch of her muscles, causing her reaction to begin to slow down.

At this moment, the sound of rapid horse hooves suddenly came to her ears, and the sound came from far away and became clearer and clearer. Hellebron's ears moved slightly, and a trace of alert flashed in her eyes, but it was too late. She tried to fight back against the pressure of magic in her body, but found that she could hardly move.

At this moment, she saw a fierce figure rushing towards her. It was Morathi's mount, Sulefit.

The collision and shaking just now caused Sulefit to break free from the restraints in the stable, and then, eager to protect its master, it violently started charging, with the sharp horns on its head, and rushed straight towards Hellebron. This majestic dark Pegasus had anger and loyalty flashing in its eyes, and all its strength was concentrated on its horns.

Although Hellebron felt the strong breath, she was unable to react. Everything happened in slow motion. Her movements became slow and dull, and even the waving of her claws dragged a long image in the air. Her vision became blurred, and her body seemed to be out of touch with reality.

The sharp corners of the Sulefit hit her abdomen mercilessly.

At this moment, she had no time to react. Her entire body was violently pushed away by the sharp horns, like a rag doll thrown several meters away. Her body spun in the air and hit the hard ground with a dull sound.

After completing the attack, Sulefit did not continue to attack, but quickly spread its wide wings and raised its front hooves, skillfully using this posture to remove the remaining impact. After sensing its master's intention, the loyal beast immediately turned around and lowered its head, allowing Morathi to climb onto its back.

The knocked-away Hellebron still tenaciously held onto the ground with her hands, and then bounced up from the ground with great strength. She pounced on the target again, her eyes full of madness and hatred, as if the collision did not make her feel a bit decadent, but instead aroused her more ferocious desire to fight.

But as a dark Pegasus, Sulfit is not only good at attacking with its sharp horns. At the moment when Hellebron pounced like the wind, it turned quickly, raised its hind hooves, and kicked Hellebron hard.

Hellebron had no way to dodge, and her body was instantly blown away by the powerful force, and was thrown several meters away like a rag doll. Although her claws hit Sulefit's hind legs, leaving deep blood marks, the Pegasus did not make any painful sounds.

Instead, Sulefit quickly spread his wings and flew into the air with a fierce airflow.

When Helleben landed, blood oozed from the corner of her mouth, and her eyes became more and more crazy. Without any pause, she gathered her strength and jumped suddenly, trying to use the last bit of her strength to disrupt Sulefit's takeoff. However, despite her strong leap, she was still a step slower. Her fingers almost touched the horse's hooves, but Sulefit was too fast, and her claws only grabbed a ball of air, watching the target gradually rise.

Anger and despair intertwined in Hellebron's heart, and she let out a deafening roar. The sound was like a roar that tore the heavens and the earth apart, carrying unbearable pain and anger.

After landing, she rolled over and regained her standing position. Hellebron quickly looked around, looking for the next opportunity. Then, she began to run along the supporting surface of the wall, as fast as lightning. Her movements were almost silent, and she quickly approached Sulefit's flight path like a cheetah.

However, Sulefit flew higher and higher, farther and farther away, and she could only chase helplessly, watching the Pegasus getting smaller and smaller. She gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with uncontrollable anger, and her heart seemed to be burned by fire.

At this moment, she caught a glimpse of something and looked up into the sky. (End of this chapter)