Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Known as the Frost Blades, these warriors are fanatically loyal to Morathi because they have no choice. Each member is a handsome Duruchi noble who can enter the Black Guard. They were seduced by the sweet words of Morathi's maids, betrayed their original allegiance, and were eventually led into Gorond.

Once these fools entered the Tower of Prophecy, all the promises burst like bubbles. Instead, they were replaced by the cruel reality of being persecuted by cold poison. As victims, they could only become puppets eager for orders.

Only Morathi and her closest handmaiden know the spell to wield the Frost Blade, and they guard it greedily to ensure their absolute control over it.

Due to the existence of gold mines, the upper floors of the Tower of Prophecy are said to be filled with wealth enough to drive mortals crazy, but only a mysterious handful of people are allowed to enter. Few of these people can come out again, and those few who come out undoubtedly pay a price for it.

This is the origin of the Silent Ones.

They are the guards guarding the upper floors of the Tower of Prophecy. Their tongues have been plucked out to ensure their silence. They are undoubtedly pitiful, but everything has to be compared. Even worse than them are the guards guarding the private rooms of the Supreme Witch. Not only do they have no tongues, but they are also blinded and castrated. They can only fight by hearing and touch.

Unlike the new-age Duruchi army, the Silent Ones are made up of two legions of Gloomy Swordsmen, while the Frost Blades are made up of one legion of Dread Spearmen.

Now, the Frost Blades and the Silent Ones are the last resistance force of Gorond, or Morathi. There is a kind of foreign volunteers defending the Capitol, and a kind of beauty of eunuchs serving as soldiers to guard the city in the late Ming Dynasty.

Daxus had no intention of launching a charge. He knew very well that the narrow terrain limited the deployment of tactics, which was why only a few Cold Ones Dread Knights entered the city, while most of them were still wandering outside the city. Moreover, there was no need to launch a charge at this moment. The Duruchi army was constantly squeezing the formations of the Silent Ones and the Frost Blades, and Morathi's defense line was about to collapse completely.

He sat quietly on the big guy's back, his eyes were cold, and he had a pipe in his mouth. He took a deep puff of the cigarette, and his eyes were calm, as if he was watching an insignificant drama.

"If I let you choose, where would you choose?" After a moment, he slowly exhaled smoke, turned around and asked Aris behind him.

Ares glanced at him sideways, then scanned the surroundings. He quickly selected a relatively suitable place, but he did not point there, but asked a question instead.

"Are you sure she will come out? She won't stay in the tower? Or... she has already escaped?"

"All three situations you mentioned are possible." Daxus shrugged. "Now all we can do is take a gamble. To be honest, the number of times I have dealt with her may not be as many as you?"

Aris was not satisfied with this answer, but he did not say much, just staring at Dacus. However, Dacus ignored him, jumped off the back of the cold lizard, and whispered something to the strange cold lizard.

"Let's go and have a look."

There was no pre-war mobilization or passionate speech. After comforting the big guy, Daxus just waved his hand calmly and walked towards the battlefield.

When he arrived at the square, the Frost Blade and the Silent Ones' army had completely collapsed. He looked at the entrance to the Tower of Prophecy, but did not see Morathi. Instead, there was a twisted portal.

"You're a little slow." He sighed, then raised his left hand to his forehead, made an exaggerated gaze, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes, "Let me take a look, who is this evildoer coming?"

The portal was like a huge festering wound, emitting a sickening glow. The lavender light spread outward like a festering wound, and an invisible force tore the space apart, and the surrounding air began to distort. The sound coming from the portal was first a low murmur, and then suddenly turned into a piercing scream and laughter, as if countless lunatics were roaring in a carnival, echoing throughout the square.

Then, the first batch of Slaanesh demons swarmed out, their figures twisted and voluptuous, with each step carrying a strange rhythm. Their skin shone with a strange luster, as if covered with some kind of wet mucus, their exposed limbs were both beautiful and disgustingly twisted, and their eyes were as sharp as knives, with disturbing bloodthirsty greed.

With the appearance of the Slaanesh demon, a wave of sweet and greasy fragrance spread, carrying the smell of decay and desire, so strong that it was nauseating.

"Hahaha... Come here, sweet flesh and blood..." The demons whispered in asexual yet provocative voices, waving their claws in the air and making shrill screams.

Following closely behind were even larger Slaanesh beasts, their bodies like monsters from nightmares, shapes that could not be fully understood by mortal minds. Tentacles and limbs surged like tides, covered with scales and suction cups, as if every swing could tear space apart. Sharp claws scraped on the ground with a harsh noise, charging forward with madness and destruction, their eyes, as dark as the abyss, flashed with a soul-devouring brilliance.

The air was covered with a layer of light mist, which seemed real and illusory, floating gently, as if it was intentionally covering up, or deliberately tempting the enemy to approach. The mist sometimes dispersed, sometimes condensed into indescribable shapes, and occasionally distorted human faces emerged from it, emitting low wails or wild laughter, trying to capture every timid soul and devour their will.

However, the Duruchi army did not riot, nor did they flee. They remained in full battle array, as hard as a blade. Their formation was like an iron wall, suppressing fear in their hearts and keeping chaos out.

Dacus emerged from behind the army, his steps steady, every step was like a heavy hammer hitting the earth, the chaos and weirdness between heaven and earth had nothing to do with him. There was no trace of fear on his face, only cold calmness and a certain unshakable strength.

The soldiers' eyes began to change, and the initial fear was replaced by a more intense emotion - fanatical faith! Dacus was like a beacon standing in the storm, bringing them guidance and hope. Dacus was just one person, but he was like an army. Dacus was just an existence, but he was like the heart of the battlefield.

As Daxus raised the horn, a long and powerful horn sound suddenly resounded throughout the battlefield, penetrating the fog and miasma.

The sound of the trumpet shook the soldiers' chests like a landslide or tsunami, dispelling the haze in their hearts and crushing their fear into powder.

"Druchi!" Daquus shouted loudly after blowing the trumpet.

"Spear and shield!"

"Druch!"

"Spear and shield!"

The soldiers waved their weapons and shields vigorously, and shouted in unison. The sound burst out from the army formation and surged to the surroundings like a tide. The shouts were full of anger and determination, as if announcing their determination to the enemy: even if Slaanesh came in person, they would never retreat a single step.

When Daxus walked to the front of the army, the army of Slaanesh had already poured into the square. The succubi scraped the ground with their claws, making sharp noises, and their eyes with vertical pupils locked onto every living thing. Their shrill laughter was like awls, piercing everyone's eardrums and making their scalps numb. The Slaanesh beasts followed closely behind, and every move made the ground tremble. Their tentacles swung, shattering the stone slabs and ruins.

"What do you see? A bunch of monsters painted in rouge, a bunch of beasts that feed on fear! Your fear is their food, and our anger will be their doom!"

Dacus slowly raised his hand. His movements were neither hurried nor slow, but he exuded a majesty that could not be ignored. He stood at the front of the army, his eyes swept over the soldiers who were ready for battle, with blazing lights in their eyes, and spoke in a low but powerful voice.

The soldiers' shouts became even louder and louder, and they pounded the ground with their shields, making loud echoes. The land of Naggaroth trembled under their anger.

"We are Duruchi, we are elves, we are the descendants of Aenarion! We will use their blood to prove our glory!"

Dacus' voice sounded like a war drum, and every word was engraved deeply in the soldiers' hearts.

The shrill laughter and taunts coming from the fog were suppressed by Drucci's shouts. The soldiers stood with their heads held high, and each one of them was like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, with its edge fully exposed.

"Let them have a taste of Duruchi's power! Smash their arrogance! Let them know that this world does not belong to them, but to the elves!"

Daxus turned around and faced the surging Slaanesh army. He put his hand lightly on the hilt of his sword and spoke in a cold voice.

As he finished speaking, the sound of trumpets rang out one after another, and the soldiers took a step forward in unison, followed by a second step, like an unstoppable torrent of steel, pressing towards the direction of the lust demons and satanic beasts.

Daxus took a step forward, and the sword in his hand thrust out instantly, piercing a demon that was rushing towards him. The sword pierced through the demon's chest like tearing through a nightmare, and the monster's claws drooped helplessly, and a shrill scream came out of its mouth. At the moment when the demon's body turned into nothingness, the sword's edge shone again. He turned around and slashed horizontally, and the other demon just jumped up and lost its head in mid-air. The demon's charming face still maintained the last twisted smile, and its body dissipated into purple smoke before falling to the ground.

Byne, Celile, Aspern, Dorian, Athelin, the admiral who came, the Dread Lord, Eltharion, Kerillian, Kalona, ​​Tolandir, Celanon, Tyrandor and so on, in a certain game they are either lord units or hero units, they are centered around Dacreus, and they line up in a line, facing the endless Slaanesh army.

"Just right."

Kolan swung his halberd to kill a succubus while whispering that he was delayed for some time when coming here, so that the black guards were blocked behind, but this did not prevent him from squeezing in alone, fighting side by side with Daquus, and witnessing the final scene. His movements were decisive and sharp, and every thrust of the halberd was like a hunting snake tongue, accurately piercing the enemy's vital points. A Slaanesh beast tried to attack from the side, and he turned suddenly, swept the scarlet halberd, and cut off the lower limbs of the giant beast.

Bainie glanced at Kolan, snorted coldly, and waved the broad blade in his hand like a gust of wind. His movements were swift and graceful, and every swing was accompanied by the screams of the demon and the splashing of blood. Selire next to him also held a broad blade, but the difference was that the broad blade held by Selire sometimes opened, sometimes closed, and sometimes opened and closed, but every blow was accompanied by the enemy's limbs flying.

Tolandil drew the longbow in his hand and shot an arrow, which accurately pierced through the eye of a succubus. Then, the dagger that was originally hanging on the belt appeared in his right hand, and the dagger pierced the other eye of the succubus. As the dagger was pulled out, the succubus fell down. When the dagger returned to the belt again, the longbow was drawn and an arrow was shot, which accurately pierced through the eye of the distant Slaanesh beast.

Eltharion rushed in from the other side, his fanged sword slashed down like lightning, accurately cutting open the body of a succubus. Blood splattered on his armor, but he didn't care, his eyes were full of calmness.

Kerillian wielded dual blades, moving through the enemy group like a whirlwind, her movements graceful but deadly. The double blades cut the throat of every approaching demon like a venomous snake, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the ground under her feet red.

"Very good!" Kerillian swung her double blades, praising their excellent performance while admiring the chaotic waves that were surging like a tide.

Then, the dance of killing woven by her appeared again.

Daxus took a step forward, swinging his sword, and the two demons that pounced on him were instantly cut into four pieces in the air, and the broken limbs fell to the ground with a strange blood mist. He turned his wrist, and the sword extended like lightning, accurately slashing through the demon that tried to attack Asperen from the side, and cut off its head. The head rolled in the air, and the cruelty in the eyes had not yet dissipated, but it had already turned into endless emptiness.

He continued to take two steps forward, clenched his left fist, and suddenly swung it back with a force that exploded like thunder. A lust demon was directly hit by this punch and flew backwards, its body twisted in midair and flew towards Celile. Before it touched the ground, Celile decisively met it and slashed it with a wide blade, blood splattered, and the body was torn into pieces in midair.

However, this was not the end, the killing continued.

Daxus's cold eyes locked onto the next demon that was trying to leap up. He moved his body and slashed down with his sword. The demon's body split in two with a piercing scream, and its internal organs gushed out. Then, he slashed horizontally without stopping, and another demon that pounced from the left was cut in half, and its body fell to the ground with a thud.

A lust demon pounced from the right, trying to use its speed to win. He swung his sword back, and the monster's body was cut open. When it fell to the ground, it had already turned into a pool of purple-black minced meat. Before the smell of blood dissipated, his movements were smooth and connected, and the magic sword made another diagonal slash, splitting the other lust demon that followed closely from the top of the head to the waist in half.

The killing intensified.

The number of demons seemed endless, and Daxus's movements were getting faster and more deadly. He took another step forward, thrusting his sword out, the tip of the sword piercing the chest of a demon that was baring its fangs and claws, pinning it to the ground. Then he suddenly drew his sword, followed by a horizontal slash, the blade suddenly extended the moment it was drawn, and the five demons that were besieging him were cut in half, screaming one after another.

Every swing of the sword was accompanied by splashes of blood, and every step brought the shadow of death to the enemy. Now he is a killing machine that has completely lost his emotions. His movements are extremely precise, and his power is like a tsunami that sweeps everything. The sword in his hands is like a living thing, and every slash and stab seems to have been destined to hit the target.

"Next one!" he whispered, his voice as cold as a knife scraping against cold iron.

He raised the sword again and moved forward steadily. Every time he swung the sword, he would take away a demon. His sword swept across at an extremely fast speed, and six demons were cut off at the same time, with their limbs flying everywhere. He swung his left hand suddenly, and smashed a demon that tried to sneak attack with his clenched fist, smashing the demon's head into a bloody mist. He turned around and slashed back, and another demon that sneaked from the flank was instantly cut in half. Before the screams were over, it had already turned into a broken body and fell to the ground.

All his movements were without pause, his steps were as steady as a mountain, and his sword was as fast as the wind. Every time he swung his sword, it was like a mechanical procedure, without a trace of extraneous emotion, only cold efficiency.

The enemies became more and more frantic, and they rushed towards him in groups, trying to overwhelm him with numbers. However, the more demons rushed towards him, the more corpses fell. The light of the sword penetrated the mist, and blood flowed like a river at his feet. His armor was stained with the blood of demons, and the dripping blood was like an ominous rain that sprinkled on the land of Naggaroth.

A huge Slaanesh beast roared and pounced at him. Its huge size was enough to scare ordinary soldiers. But his eyes did not even waver. He suddenly jumped up, and the lightning-like sword light cut through the air, accurately slashing into the neck of the beast. The tough skin and flesh were like brittle paper under the sword, and they broke apart in an instant. The head of the beast was cut off with part of the spine, and the gushing blood was like a fountain, dyeing the ground scarlet.

Before the blood mist had dispersed, he had already landed steadily, and with a backhand swing of the divine sword, he swept past. The two lust demons who were trying to launch a sneak attack only had time to scream before they were cut in half, and their twisted bodies fell heavily to the ground, splashing a purple-black blood mud.

On the other side, more demons came, screaming and waving their sharp claws, trying to attack from multiple directions at the same time.

Daxus turned his left shoulder slightly, dodging the first demon that rushed towards him, and the sword stabbed back like a snake, nailing the monster directly to the ground, and the tip of the sword pierced through the demon's head. Then, he drew his sword and the sword tip turned into a ray of light, instantly cutting the three demons that followed him into pieces.

"Stupid." He whispered, his tone so cold that it seemed as if he was evaluating a few bugs that fell into the water.

Then, he quickly stepped forward, and the sword's edge once again extended a dazzling light. A dozen lust demons swarmed over him like a tide, trying to engulf him with numbers, but he was not afraid at all. The sword in his hand drew a shining arc, like a forty-meter machete.

With a sharp cutting sound, more than a dozen demons were cut off at the same time, and blood and broken limbs fell like raindrops. His movements were so fast that the demons did not even realize the arrival of death, and they had already turned into piles of rotting debris.

The battlefield was gradually filled with blood, and the air was filled with a strong smell of rust and musk.

However, Daxus remained unshaken. His steps were always steady, and every advance was accompanied by the wailing and death of the demons. His killing was like an endless storm. Every swing of his sword was accompanied by irresistible power and precision. The edge of the sword not only cut through the flesh and blood, but also stripped away the remaining souls of these fallen creatures. His movements were uninterrupted, like the executor of some ancient ritual, completing each step accurately and sending those demons back to the Chaos Realm one by one.

An abnormal succubus emerged from the mist. It was both a succubus and a sorcerer, extremely tempting. It was honored for helping Slaanesh realize his dark fantasies and desires. Its arms were covered with thick black and purple scales, and its eyes burned with strange purple flames. It let out a deafening roar, and when its claws swung, it brought a gust of wind and pounced on Daxus.

"Junfeng?"

Dacus raised his head and looked at the demon, his face still calm. He did not retreat after asking the question, but faced it decisively. The claws chopped down like a huge iron clamp, but he dodged sideways at the critical moment. The sword pierced from below and accurately pierced Junfeng's ribs. The honored demon roared and tried to break free, but he exerted force suddenly, and the sword tore out from the other side, carrying hot blood and black internal organs.

Ignoring the army vanguard that fell to the ground with a thud and let out a final wail, he turned to the next wave of enemies without stopping.

"Who else?" he whispered, a cold sarcasm in his voice that echoed in the diffuse fog.

Wherever he went, death followed. It seemed that he was not fighting, but executing a destined judgment, writing an immortal chapter for his battle with blood and debris.

The number of succubi seemed to be increasing continuously, but their screams were filled with fear. Even these beings born of desire and depravity felt an indescribable pressure when facing Dacus and the elves. Their attacks began to become hesitant and their steps were no longer firm.

In a short while, Daxus had killed a vanguard and two Slaanesh beasts. As for the succubus, he didn't count them. There were too many to count. He felt that there was a kind of beauty in numbers. He was like a legendary lord in a game...

After chopping down another succubus, he looked forward and saw a twelve-meter-tall figure slowly walking out of the portal.

Its body is tall and thin, with mysterious runes wrapped around it, and a faint glow. Every step it takes seems to tear the air, leaving a dim echo. A pair of deep eyes turn on its unspeakable face, like an endless abyss, swallowing up all secrets and souls.

"Oh, isn't this that so-and-so, that so-and-so?" Daxus narrowed his eyes, and there was a hint of surprise and familiarity in his whisper. He smiled and took a step forward. "Old friend! I didn't expect to meet you here. I really miss you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a flash of lightning and disappeared from the spot. (End of this chapter)