Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Dacus stood on the land that was both familiar and strange to him, his eyes fell on the bottle and cigarette butt on the ground, and he remained silent. The bottle of grape juice rolled to the side, and the cigarette butt still had a slight smell of burning, as if reminding him that he had indeed stopped here not long ago.

After a moment, he raised his head and looked at the three spellcasters in the distance who were staring at the surging whirlpool.

Drusara, Alyssa, and Salil appear to be having a tense discussion surrounding the Maelstrom?

Unfortunately, he couldn't hear what was being said, he could only see their robes fluttering in the wind.

He did not make a sound nor did he move closer. Instead, he stared at the waves in the depths of the whirlpool that seemed to be able to tear apart time and crush all order.

After a long while, he sighed slowly. He seemed to finally understand what the anxiety that had been lingering in his heart along the way was - an unspeakable worry, an anxiety about the future that followed him like a shadow.

The source of this anxiety emanates from the maelstrom.

He knew that the establishment of the Great Vortex was never the result of popular support, but was essentially Caledor's decision.

Caledor had discussed this with Aenarion more than once, and his view was as grim as ever: the enemy was eternal, and the daemons could never be completely eradicated. The swords of the Elven might slay their flesh, but not their essence.

The elves could never win.

We have won too many battles, only to end up with another war that is exactly the same as the first one.

"We are like standing in a pool that is constantly filling up with water. We scoop water desperately, but it will never be dry because the water is always pouring in faster than we can scoop it out." -Caldor.

His logic is clear. As long as there is no energy, demons cannot exist in this world. What he wants to cut off is the root.

But Aenarion and Elroran thought otherwise.

Aris's grandfather, Eloran, was the most determined. He believed that this idea was a gamble. If it failed, the whole world would be shattered. His original words were: "If your idea is wrong, then we will become even weaker. Without magic, we will also lose the ability to kill demons."

Whenever the three of them discussed this matter, they always ended up in a bad mood.

Fortunately, they finally stopped discussing it, because when Aenarion took up the Sword of Khaine, all consensus was broken.

Caledor turned away from Aenarion and began to walk another path alone. He chose a group of people, or rather, a group of people stood on his side, willing to sacrifice and bear a heavy mission. After they placed guide stones in various places in Ulthuanb, they began the final ceremony on the Isle of the Dead.

As for what happened later...

Halfway through the ritual, Caledor realized that the number of demons was out of control. There were too many of them and he could no longer hold on. He called Aenarion and asked him to come for help.

Then came Aenarion...

Thinking about it now, this scene is actually a bit ironically romantic.

At this moment, standing in front of the whirlpool, Daxus suddenly realized that his past worries might have been unnecessary.

After all, this is no longer the age of Caledor.

This era has too many systems, too many paths, too many forces, and too many powerful beings. They are in different camps and have different positions.

These "differences" themselves are part of the balance.

Maybe all he needs to do is sort it out and patch it up, instead of having a seizure and thinking about other things.

Even if his cousin really "falls ill" one day, it is not an irreversible situation. At least Asuyan will intervene.

He smiled, a smile that was complex and uninhibited.

Blessing is a curse, and curse may be a blessing in some sense.

Stopping thinking about those trivial things, Daxus withdrew his thoughts and turned his gaze to the eight towering stone pillars below the whirlpool.

These stone pillars stood silently but solemnly like stars, each emitting a different color of light, which was the origin of the magic wind. They were not arranged in a disorderly manner, but formed an extremely precise circular array, slowly rotating under this eternal vortex, pulling and converging the eight strands of magic wind, and finally leading them to the most original and purest form.

"Did you find anything?" After looking for a while, he asked Ryan who appeared beside him.

After seeing Ryan frown and shake his head, he sighed, barely audible but concealing a barely perceptible disappointment.

He has many positions and identities, but the most important one is a key - a special key, a key that can not only unlock the real space, but also open all the hidden keys left by the ancient saints.

As he walked along, his perception of this location became clearer and clearer. That strange resonance and sense of calling would arise spontaneously in certain places, allowing him to discover many things that even the Slann Mage Priests and Skin Lizard Oracles could not sense, such as the ancient sanctuaries, space gaps, unrecorded creations, secret rooms and passages buried by time...

There are already countless examples like this.

The Asholanka Floating Garden of the Moon City is right there. The second generation Master A is guarding the Moon City. The lizard gardeners work day and year after year, taking care of the magnificent sky garden for thousands of years.

However, thousands of years have passed, and they have never noticed the difference deep in the garden, and have never discovered that the floating garden actually contains a batch of seeds from other planets.

Until he was gone.

I don't think it's because the lizard people are stupid, blind or anything else, but because those things were not originally left for them.

Those were the back doors left for him by the ancient saints. They were a choice, a continuation, and a... gift.

He has the key!

The main plot of his coming to the Isle of the Dead was never to meet Caledor, let alone to meet the unexpected Cain. He came to open something, or to reveal something, just like he had done in Flame Island, Lustria, Orbion Island, Elsin Alvin, etc. Every place hides the remnants and will of the ancient saints, waiting for the right key to awaken them.

result……

He did not sense the presence of the stone slab on the island.

The reason why he stood here, standing where he had talked with Caela, was because his subconscious was telling him: Caela was hinting at him, guiding him, telling him that there might be something important hidden under his feet.

But the result...

He still got nothing.

But he doesn't think the island is really ordinary.

On the contrary, he had a strong intuition telling him that, if his speculation was correct, this island, together with the eight stone pillars beneath the great whirlpool, had existed from the moment Ulthuan was born.

In other words, this place is not a result of later construction, but a foreshadowing that was laid at the beginning of the construction of the world framework. It is a place arranged by the ancient saints and waiting to be activated. It is a detention place for the whirlpool that Caledor wants to build. In other words, without this island, there will be no whirlpool.

Not to mention the guide stones all over the ground, just these eight stone pillars that gather the wind of magic are not something that Caledor, or even all the elves combined, can create.

The reason why Cain made a bet with Asuryan was precisely because He knew that even if the Ancients left behind this island, even if the place where the Great Whirlpool was created already existed, the idea of ​​the Great Whirlpool itself was still almost crazy and it was almost impossible for it to succeed.

He believed that all of this would eventually fail.

If he failed, Aenarion would be in despair, and would once again wield the sword of Khaine and tear the world apart himself. In this way, he could prove to Asuryan that he was right: reason, restraint, balance - these are the fig leaves of cowardice.

Destruction is the only way to end chaos.

Then, holding this divine sword that condenses the essence of the entire world, He will rush into the realm of the Chaos Gods to realize His consistent plan.

result……

To this day, the wizards who participated in the establishment of the Great Vortex are still here, chanting spells in the Great Vortex day after day for thousands of years, chanting spells that have never stopped, maintaining the last anchor of order on the edge of chaos. Their figures are like the echo of time, as if they have never moved for thousands of years. Every breath they exhale is in harmony with the wind of magic, and every chant resonates with the rotation of the Great Vortex.

At the same time, Caledor's soul still exists in this scorching and silent void, like a brand, engraved in this structure, unable to leave, and unable to be extracted. He is no longer a flesh and blood body, but his will has become one of the hubs that maintain the operation of the vortex, like an invisible engine, constantly driving this huge energy machine.

Since the emergence of the Great Vortex, the flow of energy throughout the world has been effectively restricted, and a worldwide tide of demonic winds is almost impossible to occur. Energy has become ordered and regionalized, and demons can no longer swarm out of the cracks in large numbers like they did during the Great Invasion.

It is no exaggeration to say that the reason why the world still exists and still maintains its balance today is that the Great Vortex plays a vital role. It is not the achievement of one person, it is the anchor of the entire civilization and the root of the world.

As long as the vortex remains, the world will still exist; but once the vortex collapses, the world will inevitably be destroyed, quickly and completely.

This also explains the meaning of the vague scenes he had seen before: after everything settled, the elves and lizardmen did not stop there, but began to reinforce and strengthen the Great Whirlpool. They began to increase the structural upper limit of the Great Whirlpool so that it could withstand more complex, larger, and deeper power fluctuations.

Daxus showed a helpless and slightly sarcastic expression at this moment. He realized that he had just begun to fall into excessive deduction and divergence. He thought too much and went too far.

The most important thing at the moment is not to indulge in theories, history and apocalyptic deductions, but to play his role as a key.

He firmly believed that there must be some kind of strange place hidden on this island. Even if it was not as obvious as the Flame Island, there should at least be a place similar to the Obion Lead Castle.

However, when he realized that he still couldn't sense the existence of any stone slabs, a sense of frustration surged in. He was like a monk who suddenly lost his senses, no different from a blind and deaf person on this island.

The next moment, he turned his head and looked straight at Ryan beside him.

It was a gaze without any extra emotion but extremely oppressive, as if trying to see through the other person from the outside in. Ryan's whole body tensed up when he was stared at. He swallowed unconsciously and stood up straight with some fear.

"Before the Great Vortex was built, this was once a lush and beautiful place. It was the birthplace of the elves. This was where Asuryan created the first life of the elves. This was the place of creation and the cradle of our race. But now only petrified trees remain."

He slowly repeated word by word what Alyssa had said not long ago, without any ups and downs in his tone.

"My lord, I will immediately launch a new round of search!"

Daxus nodded slightly without saying anything more.

When Ryan got moving again, he also started a new round of actions. He was very practical, even calm, and he decided to seek help from outside the field - let the three spellcasters try to get more information or hints from the gods behind the scenes they represented.

However, the results disappointed him.

The interference here is too strong, like a closed barrier. The gods' perception and power are extremely difficult to penetrate, or is it because Cain is here?
Moreover, before coming, Hoss did not give Salir any specific hints, and Aisha only said one sentence to Alyssa. As for Hecate and Asati, he never had too many expectations for these two.

Seeing that Ryan turned around again and approached him again and was still shaking his head, he made a decision.

"Leave here and return to the forest."

So, everyone left the bottom of the whirlpool and left this core area full of historical weight and magical torrents.

The entire Death Island is actually not very big, and is mainly divided into several areas: below the big whirlpool, the Obsidian Plain, the Silent Forest, and the Tide-locked Beach. Apart from these, there is almost no other place.

They quickly returned to the area where the mausoleums were located and started searching again. However, to their disappointment, there were no mysterious symbols of death being life and life being death, or signs of a land of miracles, except for some ancient tombs. These were just some ordinary cemeteries.

Afterwards, everyone returned to the forest.

This time, unlike his previous fruitless attempts, Ryan finally made a new discovery.

Inside the forest, in a dense forest near the center, there was a huge rock, its surface covered with traces of corrosion from the years, like the remains of some giant life form. Deep in the shadow of this huge rock, under the interlaced cover of dead branches and vines, Ryan discovered an extremely secret entrance.

This was an entrance that was deliberately buried and extremely difficult to find. From Daxus's perspective, the entrance was almost completely covered by soil and roots. Only when the angle of light changed could a slightly incongruous shape be captured.

"It's the same as what I saw in Elsing Alvin..." When the entrance was cleared, Salir walked forward and his eyes fell on the remains of the porch. He could tell its origin at a glance. He said slowly, his tone full of respect and admiration, "This was not made by the hands of the elves. Its builder had talents and wisdom that surpassed the elves."

"This is the masterpiece of the ancient saints."

After saying that, Daxus slowly approached the door.

He did not start immediately, but leaned over to examine the structure. Sometimes he looked down at his outstretched right hand, and sometimes he looked up at the groove structure on the door.

It was an empty handprint, a mark clearly reserved for elves, not lizardmen. Its size, angle, and proportions were precisely consistent with the structure of an elf's palm, and it was completely inconsistent with the palm of a Slann Mage Priest, nor was it a shape that could match the palm of a Skink.

It was obviously reserved for a specific elf.

But he didn't put his hand in directly.

He looked up at the top of the gate, where a line of ancient and sharp words were quietly engraved on it. It was written in Elsalin, and the language was sharp, like an order that could not be erased by time.

"No elves are allowed to proceed."

"Ah~ a decree from ancient times, a felony punishable by death..." Dacus sighed softly, but there was not much awe in his voice, but a bit of teasing. Having made a discovery, he turned his head in a good mood, with the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a pure, innocent, even slightly confused expression, as innocent as a child facing a spinning top, "If they don't let us in, what should we do?"

His tone was like he was saying it was too rainy to go out, not that he was violating a taboo that was punishable by death.

The atmosphere paused for a moment.

"You guys are waiting here?" Splinterwin's voice broke the silence. As he spoke, he straightened his chest, his movements exaggerated but not without dignity. Then he slapped his chest hard, his voice crisp and powerful. (End of this chapter)