Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Celiere was stunned when he turned the corner. He saw the scene he least wanted to see. It was the scene he tried desperately to forget, but it always reappeared when he woke up from his dream. The past that was buried deep in his memory now surged like a tide, drowning his thoughts. His hands involuntarily clenched the weapon, and his knuckles turned white due to the force.

Then, he turned to look at Bainie beside him. Bainie felt his gaze and turned around. Their eyes met for a moment, and Bainie showed a bitter smile, as if responding to something silently. Then, they all turned their heads and looked at Talos in the second row. At the moment of eye contact, Talos gave them a smile that was uglier than crying, with a complex emotion written on his face.

The three of them looked at Vakaan, or more precisely, at the disk under Vakaan's feet. Vakaan himself was nothing special, just an ordinary Chaos Warlock, but the disk brought back their common memories. The memory was not pleasant, but it was as deep as if engraved in their bones. It was the disk they had ridden before, carrying the past that could not be looked back.

"What are they doing?" Asselin frowned and asked in a low voice. There was a hint of confusion in his voice, but also a hint of nervousness.

Athelion and Karaona were lovers, and he later became a wild rider, but he broke his vow to sever all worldly ties and remained true to his love for Karaona, even revealing the sacred secrets of the Order to her. Kurnos punished his betrayal in a cruel way, and he was cursed to be transformed into a strong stag, and eventually fell under Karaona's arrows and became the prey of his lover.

At that time, Karona did not realize that the prey she was chasing was Athelin, who loved her deeply. (The plot of Hammer 2: The Four Hunters)
Of course, that was what happened in the timeline without Dacreus. Now, Athlin is still the infatuated warrior, but he is wearing black armor, riding a cold lizard, and becoming a fear knight.

Unfortunately, when Daxus was in Lustria, he did not take Karona and Aslin to the Emerald Pool. After all, that was the holy place of the Lizardmen, and he did not have a real achievement system, let alone standing in front of the pool like a charlatan and talking about things in another timeline.

"There seems to be some kind of...disagreement between them?"

“Maybe it’s team building?”

Dacus said nonchalantly as he turned the corner. He patted the big guy on the head, then lay down and lazily leaned on his back, as if he was watching an insignificant drama. Not far away, a fire demon suddenly burst out, burning the air and twisting it. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he was pleased by the chaos that was about to take place. He narrowed his eyes and sighed softly, "The show has begun."

"I thought they spotted us."

"You seem..."

"Hmm?" Hemara snorted coldly, with a hint of impatience in her voice. She was confident in her magical attainments, and she didn't think that the group of barbarians would be able to discover her magic from such a long distance.

Seeing that Darkus showed no intention of launching an attack, the members of the team began to talk in low voices. Their low voices sounded particularly harsh in the tense atmosphere, like whispers before a battle.

"Chaos Lord? Chosen One?" Daxus's eyes never left the front. He stared at Urbar who slowly walked out of the fire demon's blazing flames. This figure exuded a strong pressure. He looked around and carefully observed the opponent's lineup. After a moment, he had already made a judgment in his mind. In addition to the Chaos Lord, there were also two Chaos Warlocks and a fanatic.

However, there seemed to be some kind of antagonism between the two Chaos Warlocks, and they started fighting, and they were eager to kill each other.

When the chaotic group of looters emerged from the other corner of the street, he seemed to have predicted something. Was it a war gang that was standing in front of him?
Chaos Warriors and Chaos Demons are two different systems. Chaos Demons are products directly created by the Chaos Gods, while Chaos Warriors are the extreme evolution of humans in the northern wilderness.

The barbarians living in the north are more susceptible to the power of Chaos than ordinary humans due to their environment. They have a talent for killing and pursue glory, power and immortality under the inspiration of the four gods of Chaos. This pursuit not only corrodes their minds, but also profoundly changes their bodies.

Thus, the Chaos Warriors were born.

Once sworn, these warriors part with the needs of mortal life. They no longer need to eat or sleep, but instead thrive on the slaughter they cause, and they despise the weak and cowardly, showing no mercy to such enemies.

In some elite Chaos warbands, Chaos Warriors form special units that only participate in the most difficult battles. Their figures are the most terrifying on the battlefield: shouting out killing cries, wielding bloody weapons, and their armor is always splattered with blood after the battle. For them, only slaughter can bring a moment of peace, and only through endless killing can they give themselves a new meaning of existence.

This group of Chaos Warriors is like raising Gu. Some of them have gained the favor of the Chaos Gods with their extraordinary achievements and crimes. The bodies of these chosen ones are filled with unclean power. The gifts of the gods make them more powerful and more dangerous. Every time they kill, they are offering a noble sacrifice to Chaos in exchange for greater power.

In addition, Chaos Warriors and Chosen Ones are divided into Chaos Undivided, who follow all Chaos Gods at the same time, equally, and walk on a dangerous tightrope. The other part is dedicated to being loyal to a certain Chaos God, and follows his will with all their might. This kind of single-minded belief often brings deeper corruption, and also gives them more unique power.

Those of Slaanesh are skilled wielders of the whip; those of Tzeentch are intelligent warriors, known for their swiftness and meticulousness, so much so that their enemies often feel as if every possible outcome in battle was planned before the battle.

Now, the Tzeentchian warband in front of Daxus is led by a Chaos Lord, with the Chosen and Chaos Warriors under his command. These warriors become Chaos Knights when they ride on horses. Just like Baigne, when he fights on foot with a halberd, he is a Black Guard, and when he rides on a Cold Lizard, he is a Dread Knight...

But this warband is not yet strong enough to produce the Tzeentch Doom Knights.

Daxus is now in a bad state. He is not in a hurry at all and has even given up the idea of ​​taking the assault ship to attack the Tower of Prophecy. He has no intention of fighting Chaos Knight now. In his opinion, Chaos Knight is not Blood Knight or Wild Knight. Chaos Knight does not have the uniqueness of "missing this village, never to be found again".

If Vlad hadn't attacked Altdorf when he was there, if Vlad had gone a few days later, he wouldn't have encountered the Blood Dragon Knights and the Dunkenhof Knights Templar. Unless he went to find Vlad specifically, he would have been gone after that window. Chaos Knights were plentiful, and he would have to deal with Chaos Gods many more times in the future.

"Worthless." Dacus made a ruthless judgment after observing for a while, muttering coldly. He turned his head and said to Aris in the second row, "Kill the idiot riding on the disc later." Before Aris could react, he looked at Talos again, "Kill the fanatic holding the skull."

"I'll be responsible for the biggest one. As for the Chaos Lord, keep him if possible." After assigning specific tasks, he gave the final instructions under everyone's gaze.

After the order was issued, the battlefield fell into a brief stagnation, and everything was brewing a kind of chaos that was about to break out. The fog surrounding the Dread Knights disappeared, and the horn sounded suddenly, with a sharp tone cutting through the air. Amid the roar of the big guy, the Dread Knights launched a charge.

The black armor radiated a cold light in the dim light, and the cold lizards roared and stomped on the ground, raising snow and gravel. The neat array of knights was like an unstoppable torrent, rushing straight towards the Chaos warband that had not yet recovered from the battle of the previous second.

"Dismount, form a battle line!" Urbar stood in front, holding up the Blade of Change, trying to stabilize the battle line. However, before the order was delivered, a fierce and thick lightning bolt shot towards him. The lightning bolt came so fast that he didn't even have time to dodge, and it hit his body accurately.

Although it is called lightning, the power of this attack is no less than being hit directly by an energy cannon.

Lightning flashed everywhere, and he was hit hard by this sudden attack. During the flight, his body was steaming, and the armor given to him by Tzeentch fell into pieces. Then he hit the ground heavily, and the armor on the verge of breaking made a sharp cracking sound under the impact.

Before the Chaos Warriors could react, the Dread Knights in the second row began firing, just like they had done that night in Altdorf, though the distance was close enough that they didn't have to stand up.

Bows of varying lengths flipped flexibly in the hands of the Cloud Walker family members, and arrows cut through the air, shooting at the enemy with cold murderous intent. Talos fired three arrows in a row, long-pressed the thumbs-up button, and pointed directly at the fanatic. The burning spark arrows accurately penetrated the target's magic defense, and the skull fell from the fanatic's hand and rolled to the ground, and the next moment it was crushed by the galloping cold lizard.

Vakaan in the distance was about to maneuver and counterattack, but he was suddenly shocked. He looked down at his throat and saw an arrow deeply inserted into it, piercing his trachea and flesh. His eyes were filled with incredible shock and anger, and then his whole body fell from the disc and hit the ground heavily.

Aris paused for a moment as he was about to shoot the second arrow. He noticed that the disc under Vakaan's feet had changed the moment Vakaan fell to the ground. The disc twisted and trembled, and finally turned into a demonic being, a being he could not describe, with a hideous face and an ominous aura. Just as he was about to aim again, something happened that surprised him. The demon did not attack the team, but turned around and pounced on the fallen Vakaan.

The Screaming Shark, freed from its restraints, roared and bit Vakaan's body with its sharp teeth, responding with anger to Vakaan's enslavement of it. Vakaan struggled desperately, but was powerless under its attack. Blood splattered and shrill screams echoed on the battlefield.

Daxus watched all this calmly. He did not take out the Silver Scepter, but tightly grasped the trident in his hand. There was no need for a scepter in Gorond, after all, the Chaos Egg could maintain its shape.

The Chaos Spawn let out a low roar, mixed with the hunger and anger of a wild beast. Its giant body trembled slightly, as if it was accumulating energy and preparing to launch a devastating attack. However, just as the fury was about to erupt, Daquus moved his wrist slightly, and the trident drew a perfect arc, and was thrown out with a fierce whirlwind.

The tip of the trident flashed a cold silver light in the night sky, like a messenger of death, piercing into the body of the Chaos Egg without any hindrance. The monster's roar stopped abruptly, and its twisted body shook violently, being nailed firmly in place by the powerful force.

But this is just the beginning.

Almost at the same time, Dacus jumped up from the saddle. His movements were as swift as the wind, and he disappeared into thin air in an instant. The next second, he appeared beside the Chaos Spawn. His speed was so fast that the monster still let out a dull roar and did not notice Dacus's presence at all, let alone fight back with those deformed tentacles.

After his feet landed firmly on the ground, he quickly adjusted his posture, stepping forward with his left leg and following with his right foot, forming a stable attacking stance. He held Vizar tightly in his hand, and the moment the sword was activated, the blade emitted a dazzling light, extending forward, trembling slightly with his breathing, ready to go.

He leaned forward slightly, his right leg gradually flexing and extending, his posture calm and precise. He adjusted his body's center of gravity, his movements were full of elegant killing intent, and when his left leg reached a right angle, he suddenly stepped forward with force, his movements were clean and neat, without any unnecessary hesitation, and he rushed forward like an arrow from a string. Cutting left, the sword directly cut the thick shell of the Chaos Egg from the flesh inside, blood and black mucus gushed out, and the monster's body was split open.

However, this is only the first sword.

Before the cut tissue made a sharp cracking sound, he gently turned his wrist, and the blade of the magic sword cut diagonally to the left. The monster's body was split open again, and the originally huge body was now almost dismembered into four parts. The blood and debris solidified in mid-air, with an absurd beauty of destruction.

He struck a perfect pose, pulling his left leg back, leaning his body slightly backward, holding Viszar high in his right hand with the tip of the sword pointing to the sky, his whole body in an elegant yet murderous posture.

Everything happened so fast that most of the people present didn't even have time to see it clearly. The only thing they could catch was the Chaos Egg falling apart under Daxus's sword and the bloody smell in the air, while a few people only caught a few afterimages.

It's a joke that Dacus is still struggling to deal with a Chaos Spawn. His divine armor and sword are in vain. Elsin Alvin has gone there in vain. He can't even kill a Chaos Spawn with the hilt of the Ancient Saint and the blade blessed by the elves. He doesn't need to come out to fight. Just destroy him and don't see him in the next era. It's shameful.

After completing this series of actions, Dacus jumped up lightly, like a flash of lightning across the night sky. He adjusted his body slightly in the air and landed steadily on the big guy's back.

The next second, the collision happened.

The charge of the Dread Knights and the counterattack of the Chaos Warriors collided at this moment, and the entire street was completely shaken by an invisible shock wave. The dull vibration spread along the cobblestone road, and even the earth was shaking. The air was filled with the stench of Deha, filled with the smell of rust and blood, making it almost impossible to breathe.

The cold lizards roared, and their huge bodies rushed towards the enemy like a moving boulder. The various long weapons in the hands of the fear knights pointed forward, and the tip of each weapon glowed coldly under the double moons, like a death sentence prepared for the enemy.

Although they were still a step slower and the formation was not formed, the Chaos Warriors did not flinch. They were wearing heavy armor, holding huge battle axes or other weapons, and charged forward. Their roars were like the roars of wild beasts, full of fanatical killing intent. They vowed to sacrifice their souls in this battle in exchange for glory and immortality.

The long weapons pierced the Chaos Warriors' armor, the tips penetrated the armor and pierced into the enemy's body with blood, while some were bounced off the thick metal plates, making a harsh metal collision sound.

The cold lizards bit and slashed with their front claws, knocking several Chaos Warriors several meters away, and the hard stone slabs were smashed into pieces. Some cold lizards were hit in the side by the Chaos Warriors' battle axes, and the armor plates of the lizards flew, and blood splattered on the ground. But they did not let out a painful hiss, but roared furiously, and attacked the existence that dared to attack them with even more violent means.

Aspern, who was known as the "Lucky Man", loosened the cross spear in his hand and avoided the fatal blow, but he was still hit by the axe handle. He fell off his mount and fell heavily to the ground with a scream.

The Chosen One took advantage of the situation, raised his battle axe, and the axe blade fell like thunder. Just as the axe blade was about to chop down, an arrow shot from a distance and pierced his visor accurately, and his body suddenly stiffened. However, he did not fall to the ground with a bang. Blessed by Tzeentch, he still stood. But he missed the opportunity to attack. Aspern, who had specially trained, moved in a strange posture and escaped from the attack range, as if he was possessed by an evil spirit.

After stabbing a Chaos Warrior to death, Celile almost laughed when he heard the familiar scream. With a distorted expression, he turned over, and at the moment the flashlight was activated, the tip of the halberd pierced into the hole next to him that had not been filled by foreign objects.

Just as the Chosen One's vision fell into darkness, he heard a ding!
Ding!
My Lord Tzeentch’s plug-in is in place!

He has become the protagonist of the story! He will write a moving story...

No, that was the sound of an arrow hitting a halberd and bouncing off it. Not only were the Chaos Warriors good at killing, the Elves were also good at it, and their coordination was perfect. In addition to this, there were also various buff spells to bless them.

The sound of metal clashing came one after another, spears and battle axes intertwined, leaf hammers and giant swords tore each other apart, sparks flickered in the darkness, and every collision of weapons was accompanied by a tooth-grinding friction sound and a deafening roar. The Dread Knights were cold and precise, and each attack was as elegant as art, while the Chaos Warriors were wild and savage, and each strike carried the power of destruction.

The street became a chaotic meat-grinder, with those who had fought this time, as well as those who had fought last time, and some who had been trampled to pieces by the cold lizards.

The Dread Knights wielded their weapons and used the power of their mounts to suppress the enemy, while the Chaos Warriors responded to every attack with a violent counterattack. A Dread Knight pierced a Chaos Warrior's chest with his spear, and when he was about to pull back the spear blade, another Chaos Warrior's greatsword swept over and knocked him to the ground with his spear.

Blood splattered, staining every stone slab in the street red.

Arrows were flying across the battlefield. At close range, the arrows shot by the Wind Shadow Hunter and the Forest Fury were deadly. Every powerful shot could take a life.

The Chaos Warriors wielded heavy weapons, and even grabbed the cold lizard's head with both hands and forced the cold lizard's huge mouth down. However, the sound of broken bones did not sound on the battlefield. They underestimated the power of the cold lizard and the existence on the cold lizard's back.

The noise of the battle gradually reached a climax, and a chosen one raised his halberd high and rushed towards Daquus with a roar.

Dacus, who had noticed it long ago, just slightly turned sideways, stretched out his left hand like lightning, and grasped the shaft of the halberd, preventing the Chosen One from pulling it back. He stared at the other person coldly, then pulled his foot out of the stirrup and kicked the Chosen One in the face. This attack did not cause any casualties. He was not so outrageous that he could kick someone to death with one kick, or maybe he could? But he just couldn't use his waist and abdomen to exert force now?
But none of this matters. What matters is that this blow was very insulting. Then, he kicked her twice in a row.

After the Chosen One was kicked three times, a roar sounded from the helmet that bounced back, and then nothing happened. The sword sank into his left rib, piercing through his armor and flesh. When the sword appeared on his right shoulder, his roar stopped abruptly, his body separated, his hands holding the halberd lost their strength, and the huge, broken body slowly knelt on the ground.

The battle continued, but the outcome was decided the moment the Dread Knights tore through the Chaos Warband's formation, the moment Urbar flew out, and they turned this chaos into a bloody slaughterhouse, declaring who was the true master of the battlefield.

The battle finally ended as the last Chosen One fell to the ground after being shot by Talos' arrow.

The Dread Knights looked around the battlefield for a moment, and after confirming that there were no more remaining enemies, they laid down their weapons and exchanged tacit glances with each other. The air was filled with the smell of blood and burning gunpowder, and the streets were dyed red, telling of the bloody storm that had just ended.

Dacus slowly walked towards the fallen Urbar. The Chaos Lord was dying, his chest rising and falling violently, like a dying beast. He lowered his head slightly and stared coldly. Urbar didn't seem to have woken up yet, but to him, it didn't matter. He had neither the interest nor the time to do anything, such as waking Urbar up, giving him some cigarettes, asking him where he was from, how many people were in his family, what he used to do, and what his last wishes were.

He is talkative and likes to complain like those traditional villains, but it depends on who the other party is. If the other party is Vlad, he is willing to complain a few words.

He was very decisive. He raised his sword and cut off Urbar's arm holding the Blade of Change.

The severe pain caused the Chaos Lord's body to tremble violently. He finally woke up from his coma and let out a low roar.

However, he did not stop, and then cut off Urbar's other arm. Urbar screamed, and his body struggled violently on the ground. Blood gushed out from the broken arm, soaking the surrounding land. But he did not care about Urbar's pain, and did not even give him a glance. He turned and walked away, walking towards the big guy standing beside him, wagging his tail.

As Daxus waved his hand gently, the big guy let out a low roar, and the cold lizards that were originally eating stopped eating and made way for a passage.

A creaking sound was heard in the distance, and a Scourge Walker chariot slowly approached.

After the chariot stopped, three trainers quickly jumped off, two of them holding huge forks and the other holding a heavy chain.

There was no doubt that the trainers were good at catching. They worked together silently and skillfully to hold down Urbal's struggling body. The trainer holding the fork pressed Urbal's throat tightly, while the other quickly put the chain around Urbal's ankles.

The Chaos Lord continued to roar, but his broken arms made his struggle even weaker. After a moment, the beast trainers locked him tightly and dragged his body step by step towards the chariot. The chains made a harsh friction sound on the ground, and his blood left a winding trail along the way.

The elves watched the Chaos Lord disappear around the corner in a state of disgrace. Just as Urbar was being dragged away, Daxus waved his hand in a friendly manner, as if bidding farewell to an old friend.

After turning around, Daxus's expression suddenly turned cold. He clenched his fists, raised them high in front of his chest, and then gently shook his fists at Baine.

"Supreme value!" Knowing what Dacus was saying, Bainer grinned. His voice was low, but it carried a kind of enthusiasm that could not be ignored.

On the dark streets, the smell of blood and destruction had not yet dissipated. Just as the team was about to set off towards the Tower of Prophecy, the ground shook violently. (End of this chapter)