Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

“Oh… me!!!”

Sitting beside the bed, Dacus gnashed his teeth and whispered, his voice hoarse and a little angry. He covered his head tightly with both hands, grinned, clenched his teeth, and every thought was struggling in pain.

His face was pale, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, his eyes were full of confusion, and he let out a low roar unconsciously, as if trying to expel the unspeakable oppression from the depths of his heart.

He had a dream that was strange, abstract, but normal. He didn't remember the three elements of time, place and people, and he couldn't control them. Although controlling dreams in the previous world could lead to schizophrenia, there are many explanations in this world.

At first, he was being chased.

Chasing him was a strange little chick, with an unstable body and changing colors. The chick's feathers fluttered in the air like confetti in the wind, flickering, sometimes turning bright red, and sometimes turning into an unknown shadow.

However, this little chicken is not the only pursuer. As the dream progresses, more and more figures appear, with blurred outlines and vague faces, floating in the interweaving of light and shadow. They are like the embodiment of illusions, or like torn fragments of memory, untouchable, but everywhere. There is no language, no emotion, only an oppressive existence, chasing, running, turning back and chasing again.

He ran with those figures. At first, they were trying to escape, but soon, the two began to blur and became a game of chasing each other. Sometimes he was the pursuer, and sometimes he was the pursued. They kept switching roles, like toys played by fate. They crossed one empty land after another. The ground was sticky, as if covered with invisible mud. The running steps became heavy, and every step they took was at a huge cost.

Those figures were no longer simply chasing, but becoming more and more unstable, their shapes constantly changing, like torn pieces of cloth floating in the wind. Every movement was like an invisible trajectory distorted by time, and every time I looked back, it was like a reset that had never happened. Chasing and dodging, an endless cycle, like a nightmare with no end.

Then, he and those figures began to turn back and forth like birds, chasing, escaping, and chasing again, as if they were trapped in an endless loop. They lost their goals and direction in the endless running, and each chase became meaningless, like an absurd ritual, with no lines, no shouting, only the unstable rhythm, empty and desperate.

He said he had taken a nap, but he was actually running the whole time, which was more tiring than killing a big demon.

Even more terrifying were the symptoms after waking up from the dream. His pulse was beating violently, his head was like a mass of paste, and all his senses became blurred. The emptiness and oppression in the dream still lingered around him, as if they had never dissipated. The leaden sunlight shone into the window, warm and ruthless, but it could not dispel the haze in his mind.

He knew that this was revenge from the Chaos Gods and help from the Elf Gods, but that was all. If it were someone else, they would have become an idiot, but for him...

"Grass?"

When Daxus heard the unexpected sound, he immediately looked up, stared at Genevieve who was sitting next to him, and stretched out his finger in a warning gesture to her.

Genevieve, who was always sixteen years old, showed a playful smile, with the corners of her lips slightly raised, and then made a gesture to keep quiet, as if she didn't care about Daquus's glare at all.

"Hiss...what time is it?" Daxus raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, his tone revealing a hint of fatigue.

"You slept for three hours."

Dacus nodded and said nothing more. He lowered his head again and took a deep breath. His thoughts were still wandering, and his mind was replaying the Second Battle of Gorond that lasted only two days.

Although this battle was short, the result was satisfactory. Every predetermined goal was successfully completed with almost no omissions.

The most fortunate thing is that Morathi died. She did not escape into the Chaos Wasteland, nor did she become a being like Fulgrim. Her body disappeared without a trace under the urging of the Soul Dagger.

Dacus didn't even need to think about how to deal with this terrible weapon, hide it? Or put it under Master Ma's big ass?

It may be that the force is mutual, and the moment the Soul Dagger destroyed Morathi's soul, it was also destroyed by Morathi's soul and turned into powder. Of course, it may also be that the arrow shot by Aris was too special, which led to all this.

The figure who came out of the team was not Aris, but the "Hookblade" Seonlan who had a grudge against Hellebron. These two beings who had lived up to the upper limit of the elves started a championship duel. The duel between them was a contest about gods and religion.

Edrezer versus Kane, although Edrezer is somewhat reluctant and has not made up his mind...

Of course, the others were not idle either. It was soldiers against soldiers and generals against generals.

At the end of time, the elves had a unique army, called the Shadowflame Guard. At that time, the White Lion Guard no longer had the responsibility to protect the Phoenix King, and the heavy burden fell on them.

This is an iron guard composed of black guards and phoenix guards.

No other army embodies the heart of the Phoenix King as fully as they do: Asuryan's fire transforms darkness, his cruelty balanced by a noble spirit.

Though the forces had not yet fully intermingled, the two different elven guards fought side by side, once bitter rivals now united under Malekith's command. It didn't matter that the Black Guard fought for honor, while the Phoenix Guard was doomed to fulfill its destiny. What mattered was that their halberds were sharp, their resolve was steely, and they believed in it.

And last night, an equally strange force appeared, an Iron Guard composed of Black Guard and Frost Guard. Although it was only temporary, the forces were completely mixed together, fighting side by side as followers of Edraze...

In addition to this peculiar force, there are also the Slaughter Sisters who are also followers of Edreze and regular troops from Asheril who have all converted to Edreze.

The Slaughter Sisters covered the flanks, and the regular troops were in the back as a reserve. It was a luxurious lineup, and the opponent was a little worse in comparison. Of course, this was only relative.

The Ossian Guards are made up of executioners. They are Tularis's personal soldiers. They regard Tularis as a prophet and messenger of Khaine. At the end of the world, they disobeyed Hellebron's orders and followed Tularis to Ulthuan.

The Bloody Queen's Blade and the Blood Slasher are also composed of executioners.

The former, like their mistress, were intoxicated by the glory of killing.

The latter are even more fanatical, as they will not only execute criminals, but also punish their relatives within three generations. Therefore, many people believe that Hellebron refused to disband the Bloodslashers because she was worried that disbanding them would lead to rebellion. However, the fact is that Hellebron admires the Bloodslashers' fanaticism very much, because they helped Hellebron eliminate many enemies that she originally had to eliminate by herself.

Of course, there are many executioner warbands in Har Gansi, such as the Servant, the Broken Skull, the Destruction Blade, etc. However, only three warbands, the Orsian Guard, the Bloody Queen's Blade and the Blood Slasher, appeared in Gorond, and the rest of the warbands were either scattered in various cities in Naggaroth, or set out from Har Gansi and rushed to Gorond.

In addition to the Executioner, there are also the Zaige sisters, who are witch spirits and have nothing to do with the Slaughter Sisters.

The sisters of the doomsong are so called because they know all the blasphemous songs praising the glory of Khaine, and they charge into battle singing them with voices as sharp as swords. Many of their songs can paralyze the minds of even the weaker ones, or make the listeners bleed from their eyes and ears. Victims who do not die on the spot will not be left alone, and they will have nightmares of blood and death night after night, until they finally end their lives in madness.

Of course, there are also many witch war groups...

After Morathi died, Tularis died next. Two rounds later, he was killed by Koran with a halberd and sent back into Cain's arms.

Although Tularis is not well-known, he is actually very special.

During the Last Days, the original Hellebron forbade any of her minions except the Shadowblades to be present in Ulthuan, while the street fighting at Har Ganthe was still going on.

But Tularis disobeyed Hellebron's orders, because he was driven by a being more powerful than Hellebron, and he received Khaine's whisper in his sleep. For him, it was almost impossible to refuse Khaine's will, so he led the Ossian Guard to Ulthuan.

In Ulthuan he had felt a strange sense of anticipation, and as to the mission to be fulfilled, he could not have guessed how he would fulfill this destiny.

There were three Chosen of Khaine throughout the Middle Ages. The first was Aenarion who picked up the Sword of Khaine. The second and third... When Malus, yes, Malus Blackblade, was dueling with Taertiel, the third party intervened.

Tularis thrust the executioner's blade into Tyrion's back, then, shouting Cairne's name, pulled Tyrion off the saddle and threw him to the ground.

Tyrion fell to the ground, his back bleeding. He looked up at Tularis, watching the executioner raise the bloody blade high. It was an unsettling sight, and seeing his own blood dripping onto that horrible weapon sent a chill through his heart.

"Cain told me that I would find you here," Tularis said as he raised the executioner's blade again.

As Tyrion looked at the weapon about to chop off his head, a terrible feeling surged into his heart, chilling his entire body. A deep sense of loss, a loneliness that tore at his internal organs, made his heart as cold as if frozen by a block of iron, and spread with unspeakable pain.

His daughter is dead.

He didn't know where his daughter died, he only knew that she was dead. At that moment, he seemed to feel his daughter's soul touching him, and then his daughter disappeared, even her soul no longer existed.

Rage, a dark and terrible rage filled Tyrion's heart. For so long, he had feared Aenarion's curse, the murderous madness that plagued his bloodline. But now, he no longer cared. He didn't care if it was a curse, if it was madness. He only cared about the pain in his heart, he only cared about making this pain stop, he only cared about making some living thing pay for his torment.

He no longer felt the pain in his back, nor did he care about his tired limbs. Strength surged into his body, the power of anger and endless hatred. He pounced on Tularius like a mad beast, and when the executioner swung the executioner's knife, he quickly slid past the deadly blade and rushed into Tularius, pressing him to the ground.

He roared like a wild animal, his uncontrollable violence turning into an angry roar, and he swung the Yangyan sword and stabbed it hard into the executioner's side.

Tularis struggled, trying to block the blow from the Sunblade, but the blade still pierced through his armor and into his body, shattering bones and rupturing internal organs. Blood gushed from the wounds, flowing all over Tyrion's hands, and when Tyrion pulled the sword out, the blade took away his spine. His limbs flared on the ground for a moment, then stopped, but his eyes tried to focus on Tyrion standing above him.

"Kane told me I would find you here."

"I hear His voice, even now, my brain is buzzing. When this body is done, I will be with Him."

The executioner reached out, blind fingers groping the air, trying to feel for Tyrion.

"End me, let me be free, and also free yourself."

Tyrion looked down at Tularis coldly, thinking back to the countless atrocities the executioner had committed and the countless tragedies he had brought to Ulthuan. He had no mercy for this monster, no sympathy in his heart, and letting the executioner die in the dust like a dog was the lightest punishment for Tularis.

"You are weak, that's why your daughter died..." Tularis said with blood on his face. No one knew whether he said this or Kane, but there was coldness in his smile.

Tyrion's pupils dilated, he was enraged, and he stabbed the Sunfire Sword into the executioner's head, splitting Tularis's head in half and splattering blood and brain.

"That's what killed you."

He stepped on Tularis's chest, his eyes full of coldness and anger, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and whispered viciously, while at the same time pulling out the still burning blade with force, flames and blood intertwined, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of rust.

Compared with the first and third Cain's Chosen, Tularis, as the second one, has the longest waiting time. He finally completed the mission that Cain expected of him, fulfilled his duties in this way, fulfilled his destiny, completed the inheritance, and handed over the baton of Cain's Chosen to Tyrion.

However, with the arrival of Daxus and the shining debut of Molaig, everything changed and became... no longer the same as the previous destiny.

Last night, most of the Death Witches who entered Gorond were assassinated. As the backbone of the Cain Cult, they were assassinated by Ryan's Huangqi Shadow Hunter and Wetir's War Dancer.

The reason why Ryan and his men didn't kill Tularis was because the final and decisive blow had to be delivered by Edreze's followers, not by Loik's followers. In the end, Tularis, who was left with only one breath, was sent on his final journey by Kolan's halberd and returned to Cain's arms.

Valkia is the bride of Khorne, the chosen one of Khorne.

Hellebron is somewhat similar to him. She is Cain's bride, but she is not Cain's chosen one. Her way of believing in Cain is different from that of Tulares. Her belief is more for the purpose of realizing personal ambitions and proving her own value, rather than serving Cain sincerely like Tulares.

There is actually an essential difference between the two.

The result was also obvious. At this time, Seonglan was lying in bed recovering from his injuries.

There is no separation of life and death, no complicated love and hate, no so-called warm moments of confession, everything is clean and neat. There is no life-and-death heroism, no passionate entanglement, and no crawling on the ground, crawling together, holding hands, and returning to Kane.

Should we write a story or make a movie? Darkus is made to look like a villain.

Part of Edreze's troops have withdrawn from the city of Gorond and returned to the barracks to rest, while the other part remains in the city to maintain the stability of the situation.

After completing his goal, Dacus did not stay for long. As a lover of going to bed early and accustomed to a regular schedule, he returned directly to the barracks after the battle and prepared to start the next finishing work.

The curtain has fallen on the Second Battle of Gorond, and all that remains is to clean up the mess and deal with all the follow-up work after the war.

"You mean, they encountered a terrifying existence last night?" Daxus raised his eyebrows, recovered, and started to put on his clothes. When he heard the news, he couldn't help but frown.

"Kerillian told me. Fortunately, the problem has been solved." Genevieve said lightly while casually helping Daquus tie his walking belt, as if this sudden crisis did not have much impact on her.

"It's impossible to guard against it!" Daxus sighed, with a hint of helplessness and fatigue in his tone. As a warrior who had seen countless battles, he was well aware of this hidden threat, but he was still surprised by the sudden accident, and at the same time, he was a little confused.

The moment he walked out of the tent, he seemed to have entered another world. The atmosphere in the military camp was noisy and chaotic, with people showing off their fans, scolding people, crying and shouting, and the surroundings were filled with chaotic sounds, followed by the sound of whips whipping and the collision of weapons swinging.

Although this major goal has been achieved, the situation is still far from stable, and there are still a lot of scattered small goals that have not been completed.

A part of the Chaos Force tried to escape from Gorond under the cover of night, intending to return to the Chaos Wasteland. Unfortunately, they ran into the Duruchi Mobile Force cruising outside the city, and suffered a heavy loss.

The other part of the Chaos Wave also did not escape the fate. Although they fell and went to report to the Chaos Gods, in this cruel world, their bodies can still contribute to the social development of Duruchi. As for the Chaos Wave mainly composed of Khorne believers, they put up a tenacious resistance in the city of Gorond, but they could not escape the fate of destruction.

Some of the remnants of the Duruchi soldiers and sorceresses are hiding in the Tower of Prophecy, making a final resistance; other Duruchi civilians are hiding in all directions, waiting to be found, accommodated and identified.

Of course, these things had nothing to do with Dacus, and he didn't need to deal with these trivial matters personally. His task was to command and make decisions, and the rest of the work was left to the people below to carry out.

He first went to the tent where Newkle was, and seeing that the young master was still sleeping soundly, he greeted him gently, exchanged some brief opinions with Kesley, and then left.

Interestingly, strictly speaking, Kessler is actually a member of the Executioner Order. He once studied at Hal Gansey, specializing in the executioner's fighting techniques.

He had many things to ask Newkel, one of which was to send troops to deal with the Cain followers who were heading to Gorond from Hal Gansi. After Hal Gansi was captured and the Cain sects in other cities were destroyed, when the Cain sects became history, perhaps... Kesley would be the final executioner?
After leaving Newker's tent, Dacus continued to the sorceresses' residence. Every step was brisk and firm. Although he was in chaos, his mind was still calm and his goal was clear. (End of this chapter)