Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

"Where there is resistance, Tsarzach will turn it into submission. Where there is faith in the false pantheon of the Imperium, he will obey the Lord of Change. As long as one of our enemies is still alive, our great Warmaster will find him, and the change of death will befall him." - "The Coming of Tsarzach"

Thalzak is one of the Lord of Change's greatest champions. His path to rise was similar to that of many other Chaos Chosen. After being chosen by the Lord of Change to lead the tribes of the North in his name, he set out to conquer and defeat all the tribes he could come into contact with.

Because of Tzeentch's relationship with Nurgle, his natural opponent was the leader of Nurgle's legions, and when his legions were finally strong enough to contend with his adversary, the two armies fought a decisive battle in the Chaos Wastes.

The conflict was so terrible that a mountain of corpses was piled high, and upon the summit of this mountain of corpses Charzach fought the Champion of Nurgle, and in the fierce battle he defeated his stubborn opponent and threw him from the bloody slope.

In the moment of victory, Zalzac was filled with the power of the Lord of Change, thus becoming the Lord of Change's ultimate Chaos Champion.

As Champion of the Lord of Change, he is more cunning than many previous Chaos Champions, and his strategy relies heavily on psychological warfare and attacks against civilians in order to weaken enemy morale, disrupt supply lines, and conceal his true intentions.

Corrupting the strong, destroying the weak, sowing fear on the battlefield until resistance collapses. Lurking and raiding, attacking at random, ransacking farms and villages without warning, leaving just enough survivors to spread panic. In cities and towns, letting hidden minions twist the human mind, establishing Chaos Cults, etc. are all his specialties.

But... everything in Naggaroth seems to conflict with Charzak, as if it is their destiny to be incompatible.

To Chaerzak, the day seemed to last centuries. His legions were annihilated, most of them fell to the fiery breath of dragons or the hooves of dread knights. And he himself, wounded from helping Morathi fight the spells outside the city, almost went to the Crystal Maze to meet his master.

But it's not all bad news.

He finally got the legendary Soul Dagger from Morathi, and Urbar's warband had not been destroyed and had relatively completely withdrawn to the city. Although these two pieces of news had supported all the highlights of his terrible day, they were pitifully few, like trying to illuminate the whole world with a lantern in the night sky.

As time passed and the battle spread to the city of Gorond, this bit of good news soon became history.

Urbar's warband was completely destroyed, and even Urbar himself was captured alive. He is now on his way to be sacrificed to Sotek.

There was no prophecy page from the Eternal Mirror. The destruction of the warband was not important to him. He would not be heartbroken. He did not care about these things. The warband fought hard to buy him time, and he did use this time to get things done and open the maze ladder.

However, things that are too perfect always have a strong smell of conspiracy. As a member of the Tzeentch family, he tried to avoid it, but he still fell into the trap in the end.

How could Morathi give him the real Soul Dagger?
Anasara could forge a soul dagger, so there was no reason why Morathi couldn't. Moreover, Morathi's attainment in this regard was even higher than Anasara's, so high that it was almost indistinguishable from the real thing, so high that Chaerzak actually believed it, so high that he thought the soul dagger in his hand was real, and it was genuine.

Then, without any suspense, it exploded...

His left hand and staff were blown into pieces, and his shoulder armor and ornaments flew off to an unknown dimension. It was as if the entire left half of his body had been hit by an annihilation cannon and completely evaporated from this world. Even the echo of the explosion carried a hint of mockery...

Dacus knew nothing about this. He didn't know what had happened before, nor did he know who Chaerzak was. But this did not prevent him from acting like a rescuer, uncovering one stone after another with an almost obsessive enthusiasm.

After all, he is a warm-hearted elf, a hospitable Duruchi, a Duruchi who is bound to let outsiders who come to Naggaroth experience the customs and hospitality of Naggaroth.

He did this not out of kindness or generosity, but because he had no interest in doing so, and because he saw the right hand of Zalzac.

A very strange right hand, or rather a very strange appendage. The right hand was normal, with the basic structure of a human being, but what was abnormal was that a sickle-like insect limb had grown out of the arm, with clear bones and flesh, natural lines, black and sharp, as if it was the malicious work of some parasitic creature, ready to harvest souls at any time, and even a little beautiful?
The elves riding on the cold lizards had dismounted and were clearly divided into two groups: one group drew their bows, either aiming at the unconscious Chaerzak or observing the surroundings and keeping watch. The other group held weapons or simply dug rocks with their hands, while looking at the strange creature buried there and wondering why it had attracted so much interest from Daquus.

"Look at this right hand, it's simply a standard accessory for a demon prince! Maybe he will be promoted soon. If not, he will at least be a very high-level Chosen One, no less than the one who could fly in the sky last night."

Dacus was in high spirits, his curiosity greatly satisfied, he turned over the stones while explaining to the elves beside him with great excitement, his tone was almost academically rigorous, mixed with pure gossip pleasure.

When Daxus blurted out those words "standard accessories for a demon prince", the elves all paused and stared at Charzak's right hand at the same time.

Now, Gorond City lacks everything except the Chosen Ones and Champions. Before entering the city, he made arrangements, asking some animal trainers to drive chariots with capture tools behind the various breakthrough teams. He also carried forward the Kaishen spirit, airdropped a warrant, and moved the large jar containing the giant snake forward a little, to the bottom of Gorond City.

"Pry this rock open, I'll do a little surgery on him."

Dacus completely ignored the expressions of shock, suspicion, and confusion around him, and directed Baine and Celile, who were using their halberds to pry open the stone, to pry open the stone that was pressing on Chaerzak's right hand. He himself took out an oversized scalpel with a serious face and activated it, as if he was about to perform a small operation that would shock the world and make ghosts weep.

Bainie and Celile stopped their movements, looked at each other in bewilderment, then took a deep breath and stuck their halberds in the prying position of the stone. When everything was ready, they looked at each other again, nodded, and the stone was pried open.

At the moment the stone was pried open, Daxus acted decisively, just like a butcher in a horror movie who chopped the meat on the chopping board with a kitchen knife. With a flick of his hand, a small surgical operation was completed. Applying surgical film, cutting, severing, ligating, flushing, suturing... Vizshal's divine power completed all of this in just one second, with amazing precision.

The only drawback was that there was no anesthesia during the entire operation.

As the amputation surgery was over, Chaerzak suddenly opened his eyes in excruciating pain. His eyes were like fireworks from a crystal fan, chilling the hearts of all the elves around him.

"The patient is awake, hurry! Hold him down!" Daxus called out, his tone filled with excitement and a hint of morbidity that could be sensed by the elves around him.

The sword disappeared from his hand, and a trident took its place. Without the silver ring around his neck, he did not hesitate, and with a Runtu stab, the trident went straight to Chaerzak's waist!

Instead of twisting his body, Charzak escaped from under Dakwus's crotch. This did not happen. After all, Dakwus was not Runtu, nor was he a swamp. Blessed by Tzeentch, he was nearly two and a half meters tall, and he was pressed by stones and elves, so he had no way to escape.

Now he was like the Tiger with its tracks blown off in Saving a Private, besieged by paratroopers. Unfortunately, he was left alone and had no help from the infantry, and there was no 20mm machine gun nearby to help him out.

He is now completely in the situation of a tiger in dire straits, but unfortunately, the ones bullying him are not dogs, but a group of tigers!

When Aspern saw Charzak start to struggle violently, he was the first to react. He picked up a stone beside him and smashed it on Charzak's face without hesitation.

This kind of experience was something he had never experienced before, and he enjoyed it very much. After hitting it once, he began to throw stones at the thicker horn on the left side of Chalzak's head, and at the part of his face that occupied most of it, hardening it into an armor-like, immobile shell.

The blow was powerful, but it did not produce the desired effect; the stone only made a clanging sound when it hit.

"So hard?"

Aspern was stunned for half a second, then he became excited. However, no matter how hard he tried, the hardened shell remained motionless, and even emitted a hint of metallic cold light. The roaring, mad Charzak began to close his mouth rhythmically, and a low roar came out of his throat, as if he was brewing some kind of terrifying spell.

Aspern was a warrior, he didn't know how to cast spells, but he knew what most warlocks would do when casting spells. He immediately realized the danger and became a man of action. He picked up a stone and smashed it directly at Charzak's cheek, once, twice, three times... He entered the violent mode, and his hand speed had broken through his own limit, reaching six consecutive smashes in one second.

This frequency is not his limit, but the limit of the stone. The stone in his hand was smashed into powder by him.

However, his efforts were not without results, as Chaerzak's spell was interrupted. Chaerzak roared and stared at him, the fire in his eyes almost becoming real.

But it was only approximately so and had not really materialized.

"How dare you stare at me!"

Aspern shuddered, then became furious. He was so angry that he completely forgot that the other party was a Chaos Warrior who might become a Demon Prince. He roared, picked up a new stone, and smashed it hard at Charzak.

At this moment, he was like a ghost, but he was not a ghost of the tiger, Charlesak, but... he was immersed in the joy of smashing, each hit was extremely precise, and each hit was filled with anger.

And Charzak was in an utterly miserable state. His roar was completely suppressed, leaving only painful howls and twisting struggles.

"It's quite powerful, hold it down!" Daxus shouted, with a tone of effort and excitement.

The trident successfully pierced through Charzak's armor and pierced his waist and abdomen accurately. However, all this did not stop him, and his struggle became more intense. At this moment, he was like an enraged wild boar, and the powerful strength of his waist and abdomen made him roll on the ground. Daquus held the trident tightly, but he was still shaken.

"Guys, hold it down!" The struggling Daxus once again ordered the elves, his tone like a butcher commanding novices in a slaughterhouse.

The elves rushed forward again, their long weapons transformed into boar spears, stabbing at Chaerzak's armor. After the flashlights were activated, these weapons were as sharp as butter knives, easily piercing Chaerzak's thick armor. Several long weapons were intertwined and pressed, completely pinning Chaerzak's body, like a makeshift fence of spears. Chaerzak was pinned to the ground, his efforts were in vain, and his struggling movements became more and more like a dying boar.

Aspern still looked excited, holding a stone in his hand, and continued to hit Chaerzak's head diligently. Each hit made a crisp sound with a strange rhythm that made people shudder, just like sharpening a knife before slaughtering a pig.

Aris, who was in charge of the alert, stood outside and looked at the chaotic scene in front of him, shaking his head speechlessly. He was confused and felt dreamy, as if he was in a dream. Was this a battlefield or some kind of absurd performance?

Everything before his eyes was too absurd, too bizarre, too unimaginable, and beyond his understanding of reality. Even if he was in a dream, he couldn't have such an abstract and outrageous dream, but all of this happened in reality, right in front of his eyes. And he was a participant! Although he didn't do anything, he was responsible for vigilance.

"Hold it down. I'll do a minor operation on him."

Dacus' voice interrupted Aris's thoughts. At this moment, he was in high spirits, just like a chef who was about to add some garnish to the main dish. He loosened the shaft of the trident and drew the sword from his waist, his eyes shining and his face full of excitement.

"Let's do some... delicate work!"

He muttered as he aimed at Charzak's legs. Athelin, who was standing next to him, understood his intention and without saying a word, he drove his spear hard into Charzak's curved, bird-claw-shaped calf.

Chalczak's struggle was even more miserable, but it could not change his fate.

Dacus moved smoothly, and the whole process was like a precise ritual: applying surgical film, cutting, cutting, ligating, flushing, suturing... All of this was blessed by Viszaal's divine power and completed in just one second. Charzac's calf was cut off neatly, and even the broken end burned by the sword was as beautiful as a work of art.

"Perfect!"

Dacus admired his masterpiece and shouted with satisfaction, with an unstoppable smugness on his face. At this moment, he didn't look like he was on the battlefield at all, but rather like an artist who had completed the annual sculpture competition. He stood in front of the broken body of Charzak and took a deep breath, as if enjoying the satisfaction of some kind of artistic creation.

However, before he could appreciate it for two more seconds, the big guy squeezed over with heavy steps.

The big guy opened his bloody mouth, picked up the severed leg, and began to chew it together with the armor. The friction sound of iron and bones rang out in the field, making the atmosphere even more absurd.

"You're too noisy."

Daxus frowned and glanced at the big guy. Obviously, this uninvited guest completely disturbed his immersion in art. He waved his hand, trying to drive the cold lizard away like a fly, but the big guy didn't care at all and was busy finishing his delicious food.

Seeing that the big guy had no intention of moving, he shook his head helplessly and looked at Aspern. If I can't push the big guy away, can I push you away? He pushed Aspern, who was still smashing stones with great interest, away, and the blade of the sword in his hand was retracted, turning into the shape of a dagger. He bent down and held down Chaerzak's head, his eyes revealing an unquestionable coldness.

The moment the dagger passed, Chaerzak's jaw and tongue were cut off. The whole action was smooth and without any delay, just like a butcher who had been in the slaughterhouse for a long time processing pig's head.

Without his chin, Charzak looked particularly pitiful. His eyes, once full of the fierceness and sharpness of a leopard, had lost all their luster, leaving only confusion and dullness. He lay there like a completely disassembled machine, unable to resist, and unable to understand why he had fallen into this situation.

At this time, Kaerion finally arrived in the distance. He jumped off the chariot and scanned the chaotic scene. He didn't know what happened before, but when he saw this scene, he subconsciously felt a strange sense of familiarity. His brows furrowed. The chaos and absurdity in front of him reminded him of the days when he stayed in La Plata. At that time, he helped Dacuus slaughter livestock and the scene in front of him was exactly the same.

"What is this? A slaughterhouse?"

He shook his head, trying to get rid of the absurd association in his mind. He didn't ask any more questions, but just picked up the chain beside him and walked a few steps to Charzak.

After seeing the animals to be slaughtered, he first took a deep breath. He had followed Dacus before he became famous. He followed Dacus from north to south, from east to west, and participated in every battle. Naturally, he was well-informed. Then he skillfully put the chain around the remaining leg of Charzak and tied it tightly.

As soon as the chain was tightened, the chariot started again.

The tall body of Charzak was dragged along the ground like a piece of rag. His former majesty was long gone, and now he was only in a state of disgrace. The chariot's single wheel rolled over the stones, making a low creaking sound, and his body rolled along the ground, leaving a deep mark.

The Scourge Walker chariot was moving farther and farther away, dragging the figure of Chaerzak smaller and smaller. The big guy was still chewing the broken leg with relish, and the crunching sound accompanied by the creaking of the wheels echoed in the air for a long time.

When Chalzac's figure completely disappeared from his sight, Daxus waved his hand again in a friendly manner, bidding farewell to Chalzac just like he had bid farewell to Urbar, as if he was seeing off an old friend.

After turning around, Dacus's excitement and sick expression disappeared without a trace, and turned into a cold one. This time, he did not clench his fists, but raised them high in front of his chest... (End of this chapter)