Chapter 387 237. Dacus who promised never to drink water.
Dacus climbed to the top of the mast and took out the monocular telescope on his belt and looked at the northern sea level, which looked like a magnificent picture. It was blue in the distance. Colorful sea water meets lead-gray sky.
On the boundless ocean, Norscan longships are slowly emerging from the sea level. The giant dragon heads on the bows are lifelikely carved, as if they are about to rise from the waves. The sails on the longboats were swollen by the sea breeze, and the wind on the masts rustled the flags, as if mocking the rough waves of the Claw Sea.
Darkus took a deep breath and turned the telescope to zoom in on the details of the Norscan longship. He could clearly see the Norscan raiders sitting on the bench and wearing armor and rowing hard towards this side. At this moment, he could feel the overwhelming anger and murderous intent of the predators, and he laughed unconsciously, as if he had seen something funny.
The bell-like alarm sound was still echoing, and Darkus recalled that he had heard a similar sound before. He heard it when he went out to sea to trial and raided the town in the Kingdom of Charis. He turned around and looked at the sea cliff. He could see the surging heads. The forest elves were lining up and preparing for war to meet the invaders on the day of the spring equinox. However, he knew that those longships were coming to find him. of.
"Continue to observe." Darkus said lightly and then rowed below the deck along the noose.
Darkus smiled at the Druchis who were looking at him on the deck. He knew that the Druchies were waiting for his orders, and the other two ships were also waiting for his orders.
"Those sails are all Sali people's symbols." Darkus said nonchalantly. As he spoke, he raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. The Trident of the Sea standing on the deck rose into the sky and appeared in Dudu. The Luchis drew a graceful arc on their heads, drew a graceful arc around him, and then got into his hands. He sighed, "Maybe... they should have come earlier, Or later, for example? After we get ashore, because the sea belongs to us, it was before, it is now, and it will be in the future."
Darkus took a step with his right foot, raised his head to forty-five degrees, and held the Trident of the Sea Lift diagonally into the air. Malekith taught him many things, including... the specific steps of this suit, from start to finish. The trident showed no sign of trembling in his hand. Even though there was a storm in the north, the buildings were full of rain, and the dark clouds were about to destroy the city. But he was the champion of Marcelan. On the boundless ocean, who would come? There is no good fruit to eat!
"Send a signal to the other two ships, continue to move forward, and meet the enemy side by side!
We want to tell those Yankees that they chose the wrong place, us! We are the masters of the sea! The rulers of the sea! They give us It’s not even worthy of carrying shoes!
Today is the Spring Equinox! Today is an important day for us, and those Yankees are the best gift we can give to the gods!
The predictions of the High Priest of Stormweaver are right, the gods will Bless us on this day and make our next journey in Ersin Alvin extra smooth!" Darkus said sharply.
As Darkus's words fell, Ren was the first to raise his hands and roar excitedly. His excitement came from the heart. He liked Darkus's energy. He had always liked the siblings during their trial, which was one of the reasons why he vowed to follow Darkus to the death.
Other druchis also chanted with excitement, no matter who they were or what role they played in this journey.
Kaia, who had arranged everything, returned to the top of Theatir Tower again. She was not responsible for evacuating non-combatants and commanding warriors. Her small city-state council would arrange these matters. She is known as the "Storm Witch" in Lauren Loren, the Nordic Land of the Empire, and the West Land, because she is a spellsinger who is good at using the wind of Aegir, which is why she can rule the storm as a woodland kin. root cause of the area.
Moreover, it is not without reason that this dizzyingly tall and conspicuous Theatir Tower survived the Battle of Revenge and stood for thousands of years. Below the spire is Elsin Alvin, a key spiritual node of Lauren Loren. The spire has replaced the guide stone and is full of functionality. The Spire is the heart of Lauren Loren's Stormzone, where Kaia will rule and fight.
Elsin Alvin is the name given to the old world when the elves colonized it. This name is still used today and means wilderness in the Eltharin language.
Kaia stared at the increasing number of longships on the northern sea level, and then she shifted her gaze to the three elven ships that appeared in her eyes and made her unable to ignore them. Her keen eyesight could see that the three ships had not changed. The direction of travel was still heading this way. She could see the crew walking around on the deck, making preparations for battle. She could see equipment being moved out and assembled from the door leading to the cabin below the deck. She On the ship in the middle, terrifying beasts could be seen moving happily on the deck like wild horses, roaring.
Although he couldn't switch the perspective, Kaia knew that with the height of the ship's mast, he should be able to detect the situation in the north at this moment. What she didn't expect was that instead of turning and escaping, the three ships had plans to meet the enemy. She didn't know how to express her inner thoughts for a moment. Then her pupils suddenly shrank, and then suddenly dilated again, because she saw the black flag hanging on the top of the ship's mast.
"This...? Druch?"
"Yes, they are Druch, but they are also elves."
Kaia was suddenly stunned. She should be the only one at the top of the spire at this time, but this voice? Are there assassins? She tilted her head to one side, and a woman dressed like a war dancer appeared quietly while she was observing the situation. She didn't even hear the footsteps, as if she suddenly appeared out of thin air.
The war dancer wore a mask. Her eyes were the brightest amber color, and crystal silver spots flickered in her eyes. Kaiya could see that there was great sadness in her heart, as if she was a child who had lived longer than all the children. Mother. Her blond hair resembled ripe corn, outlining the outline of a delicate heart-shaped mask, with a trail of tears painted on the cheeks of the silver mask.
"Why have I never seen you, but I seem to have seen you somewhere?" Kaiya asked solemnly, but she was not ready to cast a spell because she did not feel any hostility from the war dancer, and she was so close to her Can't react either.
"Even if you knew it, it would be meaningless to you." The war dancer said nonchalantly, and then she added, "If you really want to know, I can give you a hint. My husband is an excellent hunter. ."
"Why are you here?" Kaiya shook her head. She didn't guess. Every adult male Enil in Lauren Loren can be said to be an outstanding hunter. How could she guess? She didn't follow the battle. She asked as the dancer lost her train of thought.
The war dancer did not answer Kaia immediately, but started to move. She danced around Kaia, and her fingertips traced Kaia's silk robe-clad chest. Kaia could feel her movements full of swift elegance and mysterious beauty.
"Because this is the best place to watch, and I can see hope here." The war dancer stopped moving and she said slowly.
"Hope? Hope is the refuge of fools. Where is there any hope in this world? Stop your madness. Maybe you should go down and prepare for the next battle, so that there is hope!" Kaia retorted excitedly.
“Storm Witch, remember that hope is everywhere, you can hear it in every smile, taste it in every tear, feel it in every tune, and see it in every crash of the wave. From here to the grape trellis below, there are songs of hope. You have to remember that even in the darkest moments, there is always hope." The war dancer's left toe tapped the ground, her back heel raised, and she closed her eyes. Eyes, waving his left hand, chanting like a poem.
"No! I can't see! I can only see the battle that will happen next, and there is only darkness in my eyes!" The war dancer's words seemed to anger Kaia, tears burst out of her eyes, and her face Twisting, she roared and vented fiercely.
"You can't see it because you can't feel my sadness." The war dancer shook her head and she reached out to wipe the tears from Kaia's cheeks as she responded.
"I understand sadness!" Kaia was touched by anger, her heart beat suddenly, and she had the urge to attack the crazy war dancer in front of her. Her hands clenched into fists. However, the war dancer in front of her seemed to have some magical power. Her anger gradually subsided, and she gritted her teeth and said.
"What you know is mortal sorrow. When you have to watch your beloved children continue to wither and die in eternity, you will know the real pain." The war dancer's tone changed, and her words were full of pain. and melancholy.
"I have to fight. I have other professional responsibilities. As the ruler here, I want to protect my people. Of course, you can go and fulfill your responsibilities instead of standing in a place that has nothing to do with the battle." Kai Ya no longer paid attention to the war dancers. She looked at the increasing number of Norscan fleets on the northern sea. The sudden appearance of the war dancers disturbed her and wasted too much of her time.
"Witness hope."
"Can't I get rid of you?" Kaia, who was about to raise his hands to cast a spell, sighed and said.
"Sorry, I can never do it, because I have a persistent nature. I always believe that behind the despair of winter is the hope of spring, and the hope is there." The war dancer changed her tone again, her laughter was as sweet as a silver bell, and she stretched out her arms. He pointed at the ship parked in the middle of the sea.
Kaia was stunned. She found that the war dancer had unknowingly held her outstretched left hand. A pleasant warmth spread across her body. She felt like she wanted to have a good sleep. She raised her head He turned to the side and looked at the war dancer.
"Only the world in cold winter will die, and the same is true for the world only in midsummer. Hope is a beam of light that provides opportunities for life. Without hope, the world is just an endless darkness." When the war dancer said it, a tear rolled in his eyes. The tears came out and flowed on the cheeks of the silver mask, and the tears streaked along the lines.
As if she had been electrocuted, Kaia suddenly pulled her hand out. At this moment, she could feel the magical wind under the spire surging violently. The wind of Aegir was constantly rolling and boiling in the air, floating in the spire and on the waves. There seemed to be echoes echoing in the sky and the distant sea, as if evoking endless memories and evoking the endless glory of the elves in Elsin Alvin!
When this feeling disappeared, Kaia tilted her head and looked at the war dancer again, but the war dancer was gone, just like she had appeared out of thin air just now, and now she disappeared out of thin air.
"Praise to Marcelan!" Kaia murmured, shaking her head, her hands stretching out again.
"This is the blood chosen by the dark gods, and this is the power they respect!" Ulfric looked at the spire standing on the sea cliff, and suddenly took out the sword of Tolgard from its scabbard and raised it above his head. Finally, the sharp blade suddenly swiped across his palm. He clenched his fist and blood flowed from the cut hand. He turned his head and roared at the paddlers.
Arngail, who was rowing, raised his head slightly and glanced at Ulfric. He could feel Ulfric's pain and anger. When Ulfric glanced at him, he quickly lowered his head and continued rowing hard. Come paddle.
"You bastards, row! Either row! Or rot!"
"Raw! Row! Row! Row!" Ulfric moved his eyes away from the spire in the distance. He had already seen the snake god guiding him in his dream. His aim, he looked down at his hands. Bloody hands gripped the prow statue's neck so tightly that splinters of wood pierced his flesh. He ignored the pain and roared. He slammed the bow of the ship with his long sword, and roared at the top of his lungs against the strong wind. Eighty marauders struggled to keep up with the frantic rhythmic tapping of Ulfric's sword.
Darkus' right hand grasped the lower part of the Sea Monster Kraken's Trident, and his left hand gently stroked the body in the middle of the trident. He thought a lot, but he didn't think about the next battle. He thought about the moment when Marcelan's will was passed on to him. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Malekith was really a trick. Asuryan's anger , curses, autism and downtime may have a lot to do with Malekith. Malekith's arrogant operation of running out of Asuryan's sacred fire directly caused Asuryan to become autistic.
Darkus shook his head and stopped thinking. The matter between Malekith and Asuryan had nothing to do with him at the moment. What he wanted to do now was to sacrifice those Yankees to Matheran and then land. He turned his head and looked at Drusala, Alyssa and Beloda who were ready. He said nothing. After nodding to the three sorceresses, he threw the Trident of the Sea into the air, the tip of the sword facing each other. Behind the would-be Yankee fleet of longships, he closed his eyes and stretched out his arms. He actually doesn't have to do this, but if he doesn't do it, it seems... maybe he can study it carefully in the future?
At first, the sky was leaden, the Sea of Claws was as rough as ever, and the Norscan longships soared over the sea.
Suddenly, the sky began to become cloudy, and an unusual terror quickly spread. A terrifying scene enveloped the Norscan longship fleet. The marauders who were still rowing looked up in surprise and saw a huge vortex of black clouds forming in the sky, spinning rapidly towards them. In the center of the black cloud, there seemed to be a huge hand, like a giant claw from hell.
There was some commotion among the Enil warriors who had finished lining up. They either looked at the sudden change of weather on the sea, or turned their heads to look at Theatirta.
However, Kaia on the spire was stunned. She looked at the whirlpool of black clouds moving quickly towards the longship. She knew that it was not her fault. She could feel the magical wind below the spire being continuously drawn out, surrounding her. The Aegir wind was also surging rapidly towards the sea, and what was even more incredible to her was that there seemed to be magical winds from other nodes converging here. She closed her eyes and felt it, and it seemed that from that area shrouded in mist Transferred from the area?
A sudden storm swept across the fleet of longships, and the screams of the Norscan raiders echoed the roar of the storm. The giant black hand stretched out from the black clouds, grabbed the nearest Norscan longship, lifted it out of the sea, and then threw the ship into the sky. The predators on the longboat were terrified, but they could not break free. A few clung to the oars, but more of them screamed and jumped from high altitude into the sea.
This supernatural scene has escaped the knowledge of the Norscans. The longships they relied on for survival on the sea seemed to have become toys. Longships were picked up and thrown down one after another, and the looters on board were either Like dolls struggling in the sky, or falling like raindrops in the water, broken sounds echoed with wailing.
The thunder in the sky continued to roar, and the thunder and lightning began to dance wildly in the clouds. The lightning cut across the sky and illuminated the frightened expressions of the predators. The subsequent roars of thunder were like the angry roar of the Lord of the Abyss, and each sound was accompanied by Watching the trembling of the ship and the screams of the soldiers.
The sails of the longship burned in the electric light, the timber on the ship cracked and exploded, the shadows of the marauders twisted ferociously under the lightning, and their wails were mixed with the thunder. The longships that were hit were instantly torn into pieces. They were scattered on the sea, struggling, and wailing. Their wailing sounds were mixed with the storm, forming a terrible elegy, as if they were pleasing Marcelan. .
The marauders swam toward the floating plank in the rolling waves. They were still members of war gangs, tribes, and clans. Before that, they drank wine together and ate steamed meat. They fought for the chance to cling to the plank. , pushing the heads of their companions into the cold water and letting them drown. Some of the predators' armor was too heavy, and they sank into the sea while swimming, never to be seen again.
A sudden sound covered up all the previous sounds. Kaia's pupils on the top of the Se'atil Tower suddenly shrank. When the sea was turbulent, her heart was also turbulent. She saw an incredible supernatural scene. This kind of scene was something that she, the spell weaver with the title of "Storm Witch", could not display at all, even with the help of the spire, she calmed down from the shock, she could not She chose to cast spells again. At this moment, her magic had become meaningless in the scene before her. She chose to gather with her people and look at the terrifying scene that happened once in a thousand years.
Whether it was the Norscan raiders floating in the sea or the raiders on the longships rowing hard in an attempt to escape the area, they all turned their heads in one direction, forgetting the screams, struggles and movements of their hands. The eye sockets were wide open and the eyeballs were bulging, as if they were going to pop out of the sockets and fall into the same wide mouth in the next second.
Dark clouds shrouded the sky, making it seem like the world would collapse in the next second. The continuously rolling sea surface was suddenly torn apart, and a huge whirlpool gradually formed on the sea surface. On the other side, an unprecedented tsunami suddenly appeared like a hallucination in a nightmare, attacking the longship fleet and leading the predators into the abyss of despair.
Some of the Drukis on the Falcon Ship looked shocked. They could not scream because their mouths had opened as wide as possible. Some praised Marcelan and the champion of Marcelan as if they were possessed. Druchi, who reacted from the shock, also joined in the praise.
The shocked Maranur turned his head to look at the equally shocked Cowell. Seeing that Cowell was still standing there motionless looking at the horrific scene in the distance, he shook his head and joined in the praise.
A trace of jealousy and a trace of desire suddenly flashed deep in Maranur's heart. He couldn't figure out why things that seemed to be good things to outsiders happened to his brother. He also wanted to gain this kind of power, but This feeling just flashed by, and he suppressed the eagerness in his heart. He knew that he could not let this feeling appear, because this feeling would sprout, burst out, gradually engulf his heart, and allow the dark gods to find opportunities. Let him change from a Druch who is intoxicated on the edge of the abyss to a being who truly embraces darkness. If he takes that step, he will no longer be Druch, but a lackey of the dark gods. All the past events have proved that those who have become playthings pathetic.
Maranur thought about what his mother, young master, and father had said to him. He knew that his brother was special, unique, and could never be replaced. A word that had never been in Druch's vocabulary before appeared on their lips: hope. What the Hellscourge family has to do is to stand behind Darkus and support them. Hope will no longer be an illusory existence. Hope will appear from the darkness. Hope will illuminate the children of the Hellscourge family and let the Hellscan family The disaster family regained its former glory.
Maranur felt that the scene in front of him had changed. Although the storm, tsunami and whirlpool in front of him were still continuing, he saw more things. He saw the light behind the black clouds, and he saw the mist in the distance to the west. Flashing light. He no longer praised loudly, but laughed wantonly. He felt that his heart had completed some kind of transformation at this moment.
Huge waves kept roaring like landslides, and the water suspended in the air seemed to solidify for an instant, and then fell ruthlessly like a dark pillar. The waves were like a cruel hand of death, grabbing the Norscan longship again and again, lifting it into the air, and then crashing it mercilessly into the abyss.
The huge waves showed a terrifying blood-red color, as if coming from the sea of fire from hell, forming a shocking contrast with the dark clouds.
The Norscan raiders who reacted looked horrified. Their inner fear reached its peak at this moment. Their shouts echoed miserably in the storm and tsunami. They rowed desperately, trying to escape from this nightmare.
However, this nightmare seems to have just begun. Horrible scenes surround the predators. It seems that the endless abyss is full of monsters lurking in the darkness and waiting for opportunities. Like the whisper of the Lord of the Abyss, accompanied by the endless The nightmare of oblivion.
The constantly rotating vortex under the longship made it impossible for the predators to escape. The huge waves seemed to have a will of their own, beating the longship, twisting, cracking, and swallowing it. Their cries and desperate screams were mixed with the rolling waves, and their ships and their dreams were swallowed up at this moment. Their armor and weapons are worthless in the face of ruthless supernatural forces, and the vortex is like an open door to hell, imprisoning them in this terrifying phantom forever.
The Aenir warriors looked at the scene before them as if from a nightmare. The supernatural scene brought unimaginable terror and destruction. This year's Spring Equinox will forever remain in their memories and etched deep in their hearts.
The members of the small city-state council originally thought they would experience a dangerous and desperate battle, maybe their homes would be destroyed, maybe they would retreat deep into the forest, but... this.... Some members who reacted turned to look at Kaia, who was standing with them and the warriors.
The Erni warriors who also reacted looked at Kaia with admiration. They believed that Kaia's magical strength had strengthened again and saved them from death and disaster.
"Although I really want to say it's me, it's really not me, it's one of our guests." Kaiya could see the various expressions on the faces of the Enils, and she also knew that the Enils were asking her. She struggled for a moment, then sighed. She wanted to take the scene in front of her into her own body and increase her authority as a bloodline ruler in the woodlands. But she knew that she couldn't. As a believer of the Lord of the Abyss, she felt Marcelan's power. She knew that there were beings stronger than her on those three ships. She also knew Marcelan's anger. She didn't want to drown in her sleep, and the words came out of her mouth with difficulty.
In the Kingdom of Cosqui in Ulthuan, a group of female Asur were kneeling with their eyes closed beside the shrine of Isa in the woods, praying, chanting, and supplicating in a low voice. However, none of them noticed that the statue of Isa in the shrine suddenly burst out with green light. The light suddenly appeared and then disappeared. Then a tear flowed from the face of the statue of Isa, and the tears fell on the ground and disappeared.
"Hope?"
Kaia ignored the Enils who looked at her with complicated expressions. She suddenly thought of what she had just experienced at the top of the tower. She recalled what the war dancer had said to her. She She muttered to herself as she tried to picture the war dancer in her mind, describing the war dancer's blond hair and amber eyes, but the image left in her mind had become blurry.
"Hope!" Kaiya's eyes swept across the sea, and her body suddenly started to shake, and then began to shake uncontrollably. She seemed to see those amber eyes, as if the war dancer was beside her, from It has never left, it has always been there, but she has never noticed it. The war dancer's face was no longer covered by a silver mask, but instead burst out with divine light, and she murmured to herself again.
A tear rolled down from Kaia's eye, and the weight that was weighing on her heart was lifted at the moment. She already knew who the War Dancer was, that was hope, that was hope itself, that was the symbol of hope! With tears constantly flowing from her eyes, she ignored the Aenir who were looking at her. She looked at the sea, at the three elven ships lying on the sea, and at the Aenir and the Norscans. Between the existence, she now only wants to see the hope designated as hope, even if the other party is Druch.
"I don't know how to swim, really, I swear!" Darkus murmured as he opened his eyes and looked at the terrifying sight in front of him.
The Trident of the Sea floating in the air returned to Darkus's hands. He turned around and held the trident. He smiled first. There was a kind and calmness in his smile that he thought was kind and calm, as if the supernatural scenes were related to them. He is nothing ordinary. He bent down like an actor at the end of a stage and bowed deeply to the Druchi surrounding him and the Enils on the sea cliffs in the distance.
Darkus looked up again and saw that the three sorceresses had also recovered. He let go of the Trident of the Sea and let it float freely. He stepped forward and held Drusala's hand with his right hand at a distance of three swords. Holding Alyssa's hand with his left hand, he raised his head towards the dazed Alyssa and gestured in the direction of Belloda. Alyssa reacted and held Belloda's hands together. He held De Rusala and Alyssa drew back their hands.
Darkus held the hands of the two sorceresses and raised them high. Alyssa and Belloda, who reacted, also raised their joined hands.
In Nagaroth, except for Grond where Morathi is located, there are very few or even no stage plays, operas and bard singing programs in other cities. But these Druchi, most of whom came from a privileged background, had already reacted. They thought of Darkus's actions, and bursts of applause broke out, and the air was filled with warm cheers.
Druchi on the masts of the other two falcon ships also saw Darkus' actions, and after telling him what happened below the deck, they also applauded in the same manner.
"Today is the Spring Equinox, and this is the best tribute to the Lord of the Abyss!"
After Darkus finished speaking, he bowed again amidst warm applause and cheers, and Alyssa also bent down and bowed deeply. She tried to keep smiling while looking at the deck, but there was still a sense of sadness and sadness in her heart. She held Darkos's hand and tightened it again. She wanted time to stay at this moment so that she could always hold it. Holding Darkus's hand, she knew this was impossible. This was a luxury in her heart.
After the performance, Darkus followed the gazes of the Druchs and turned his head. He saw a longship that was larger and longer than he had ever seen before. It did not sink in the disaster of super self-heating, but headed towards Three falcon ships were coming rapidly from the direction. He smiled, knowing what kind of existence there was on the long boat opposite.
"Blow the battle horn! Let this show reach its final climax! Let those cousins watching from the sea cliffs see our bravery and graceful steps in fighting! We will fight under the eyes of the gods, We will dedicate our spoils to the gods!" Darkus raised the Trident of the Sea that was back in his hands and roared at the approaching longship.
Don't these two things really connect together?
The war dancer is the mother goddess Isha
(end of this chapter)