"Hand of the Witch King, Lord of the Eternal Festival?" Darkus was a little speechless. According to the current social form of the elves, excluding various factors, such as population and military strength, these two titles seem to be of the same level?
However, Darkus didn't like this title. He always cared about this title. He believed that Marist was taking advantage of him, even though they were not partners or lovers. Except for the woodland lord in the Sun District who is similar to Jing Zhaoyin, the rest have a close relationship with him. Needless to say, Kaiya and Lindyalok. He is not very familiar with Gallen Stella, but he also signed a contract with the Shower District. trade, and Talos, Galstra's son and future heir to the Stormlands, was always with him.
Darkus always believed that this title was the product of Enil's social and political compromise. Anyway, that was the case. Instead of doing this, Marist, as a political animal, simply gave him the title and gained some political prestige. . It's awkward, but that's what politics is about. It's about pulling and pulling. While he gets practical benefits, Marist gets some prestige, but he still decides to come back to Lauren Loren next time he has a chance. When the time comes, give Marist the whole big life.
Darkus, who was still thinking, felt the eyes of his companions present. He broke away from his thinking and tried to understand what just happened.
"Henot, if I remember correctly, Henot's forging workshop is nearby." After seeing Darkus come to his senses, Asanok repeated what he had just said.
"Henot? It sounds like a dwarf's name."
"Yes, Henot, a dwarf runesmith. I dealt with him before the War of Vengeance broke out, and he took his work The room is set nearby because it is very special, but I can’t guarantee that I can still find it, and I can’t guarantee what will happen after I find it..." Asanok recalled while saying it, and said no at the end. The hand holding the wooden bowl was spread out.
"We're all here." Darkus nodded first. He knew what Asanoc meant in the second half of his sentence. It was just a waste of time and he couldn't find anything, or he found nothing. Asanoc couldn't guarantee that. What? After all, the rune blacksmith named Henot is a dwarf, and so much time has passed. He thought for a moment and then nodded.
While Darkus' team was resting, the ship carrying Egerethe was sailing along the south side of the Sea of Claws. Egerethe looked at the looming Theathil Tower, which was obscured by magic. The other crew members and The sorceresses were busy with their own affairs. The plunder ship he was on could be said to be the best-equipped in the entire Karondekar. The ship, captain, and sailors all came from the family of Yedukira.
Along the way, the sorceresses belonging to the Aegirese intelligence system blew the bulging gaff sails, making this carefully configured predatory ship work overtime to rush to Elsin Alvin. Now he was very anxious in his heart. Not long ago, the Witch King found him through a mirror. He knew that the next time the Witch King looked for him, he had not yet reached the Hand of the Witch King. Maybe everything in Nagaroth would be destroyed. It has nothing to do with him anymore, I'm afraid he will spend the rest of his life wandering in the wilderness of Ersin Alvin.
"The hand of the Witch King seems to have arrived not long ago." A sorceress walked up to Aijerese and whispered.
"It seems?"
"Yes, it seems! He is not other Druchi, he is special. Him! Including the Druchi next to him, it is not easy to peep. I paid a lot of money to see a clue. ." After the sorceress finished speaking, she left without looking back. She staggered a little while walking with her staff. She was swaying when she walked under the blow of the wind. Now she needed to rest urgently. The fact is exactly what she said. If the tower and the wailing soul under the sea were not connected to the Witch King's hand, she would not even be able to spy on it. Even at that moment, it would cause substantial damage to her soul. .
"Find a place to dock." Aijerese calmly looked at the retreating figure of the sorceress. This sorceress was under his command, but was essentially independent and directly subordinate to the Witch King. After the sorceress entered the cabin, he gritted his teeth first, then looked at the captain and said.
Darkus' team continued to set off. Under the guidance of Asanok, they went to find that forging workshop. In his words, it was as long as they came. He allocated this day to searching, and if he still hadn't found it by evening, he would continue to return to the Twin Towers to camp.
In the morning, I didn't find the forging workshop, but instead found an academy. According to Ren, the name of this college should be Duncan Wald Holy Wolf College. This college located in the forest has the nature of a temple, but it does not accept any worship, and there are no gatherings of believers. It is completely closed, but But it is a very important existence in Yurik's belief.
This Holy Wolf Academy is dedicated to training Priest Yurik, and only about a dozen people are admitted every year. These initiates endured a very harsh life, with frequent beatings, arbitrary punishments, and various long-term rituals. In the end, only a few of these dozen people could become priests, and the others either died in the process of becoming priests, or they couldn't stand the environment here and ran away.
Darkus doesn't think that the escaped recruits will have a good end. After all, this academy is located deep in the Dragon Forest. The chance of returning to the civilized world alive if you escape rashly is very low, fierce man? It doesn't exist, because fierce people can't run. After listening to Ren's introduction, he knew the importance of this place. This was the most important part of Ulric's priest system. In other words, studying in this academy was one of the necessary resumes for promotion to senior priests and high priests.
The high priest of Ulric has a very traditional title. He is called the son of Ulric in the ancient Teutonic language. He is the supreme leader of the Ulric religion and the guardian of the great temple of Ulric in Middenheim. Advisor to the Elector. However, all the previous high priests had more or less problems. Could this be left over from the wonderful experiences they had while studying at Holy Wolf Academy?
After confirming that the Holy Wolf Academy was not a spiritual node, Darkus' team set off again. In the afternoon, the casters in the team discovered the fierce wind of Qianmen blowing through the slope, and then started After digging, a cave suddenly appeared in front of the elves.
After passing through a tunnel decorated with reliefs of dwarf blacksmiths at work, the team came to the end. After opening the golden door, a huge workshop appeared in front of the elves. Although this dwarven underground forging workshop has been abandoned for a long time, the contents inside are still intact.
The once bustling forge now seemed empty and quiet, with only the sounds of lava and waterfalls flowing. The solid stone walls are inlaid with ancient blacksmith reliefs and runes, depicting scenes of craftsmen at work. Forging equipment and tools are scattered everywhere, and the still atmosphere is still filled with the fiery atmosphere of the past.
Shallow lava flows in the cave, providing the forge with the heat needed for forging. These magma left traces of melting on the stone floor, as if they were the mark of time. There are some discarded metal materials and rusty tools piled up in the corner of the workshop. In this place forgotten by time, the elves seem to be able to hear The sound of craftsmen hammering metal in the past, feel the glory and craftsmanship of the dwarves before the War of Vengeance.
The forging workshop gave Darkus a very traditional and dwarf feel. Other than that, it was large, but there were very few large-scale equipment. It seemed that the foundation had been laid, but it was abandoned before it could be upgraded. The central focus of the entire workshop is a huge iron felt and forge covered in runes, as well as Henot's tools, but there are no signs to hint at the fate of Henot himself.
In addition to the heated magma, there is also a small waterfall in the deepest part of the circular forging workshop.
"What is this?" Darkus was thinking as he looked at the huge anvil covered with runes. This anvil was the dwarves' nuclear doomsday anvil. During Lauren Loren's excavation, the third one did not appear, but the third one appeared in front of him in this way. Just as he was thinking, Drusala's hand came into his field of vision, He looked in the direction Drusala pointed.
A cow was drinking water from the pool below the waterfall. The water rushing down from the waterfall was pouring on the cow's back. Darkus had the illusion that the cow's expression was alive and that the cow was very comfortable and enjoying himself.
"That's a live lead ox," Drusala whispered.
When Darkus heard that it was alive, the expression on his face became surprised.
"That cow may have been a sculpture or decoration a long time ago. It was blown by the wind of Qianmen and slowly turned into an element carrier. If that's right, that Henot was not killed in the battle of revenge. , that means death in the hands of this cow, after all, this kind of thing is out of control."
"Similar to the beast elemental incarnation we saw before?" Darkus responded in a low voice.
"Yes."
After entering the Dragon Forest, the team witnessed the incarnation of the beast element, but the huge monster did not rush up. After seeing the same huge team, it turned around and ran away as if it had self-awareness, and disappeared. In the forest, he wasn't even given a chance.
It is said that this monster was summoned through a barbaric and secret ritual. It is also said that this monster is drawn from the most terrifying legends. Of course, there is also a theory that this monster may have formed in the world for special reasons. In the world, for example, piles of beast bones and newly peeled fur are born through probability and the wind of Guer, and then they are like beasts in fantasy that absorb the essence of heaven and earth and evolve, except that this kind of monster does not absorb the essence of the moon. It's a kind of thing, but Gu Erzhifeng.
This strange and tall semi-humanoid creature embodies the ferocity and ruthless hunger of the wilderness. Its strong and powerful body can easily jump and run through the densest forests or barren swamps, hunting down prey without mercy, and Gorge yourself in a bloody and savage orgy, as if you were the embodiment of Gurzhi Wind.
Similarly, the living lead ox is similar to the incarnation of the beast element, but the way of carrying it is different, and it essentially belongs to the same type of creature.
"Will this cow attack us? Or, if we kill this cow, will the Qianmen style here still exist?" Darkus asked a key question. He wanted to bring the doomsday anvil with him. Let's go, take one of the two doomsday anvils with you, and send the other to the storm area with the celestial hurricane meter and other things that are not convenient to carry, waiting for the ship to take it away. "Can we try? I can feel that the source of Qianmen's wind is in the body of the cow. I suspect there is something in the body of the cow, otherwise it would not be like this." Drusala can feel this The surging wind of the Qianmen, but due to the unpredictable surge of the magic wind, it becomes difficult to cast metal magic. However, when converted to black magic, there are no such problems.
The battle began, and the battle ended quickly.
When the team slowly approached the Anvil of Doom, the cow was disturbed. Under the influence of the wind of Qianmen, the gentle-looking golden lead cow turned into an angry golden tauren, and then nothing happened. , the spellcasters in the team were not given in vain. Under the destruction of magic, the tauren turned into a statue again, and then there was a snap! It fell to the ground and was smashed to pieces.
"Can you feel something under the magma?" Darkus asked Ren as he looked at the golden cube in his hand. The golden cube in his hand was exploded from the broken golden bull. The thing belonging to the ancient saint didn't know how it appeared here, or Henot didn't know how to get the cube, and then found this place, put the cube into the cow's body and activated the golden cube in another way, so that This workshop is full of pious style and has become a unique forging workshop.
The cube is a good thing. Not only Adoshi Tehega, who is proficient in metal magic, likes it, but putting it in the groove of the hatching tank can also increase the explosion rate. Some weird and special lizardmen will appear, and Darkus can even think about it. When you reach this golden cube, a lizard warrior with golden armor and defense will be born, a true golden legend!
"Sir, I didn't feel it." After sensing it for a long time, Ren shook his head and said.
After hearing Ren's words, Darkus nodded, and then handed the cube to Drusala for temporary safekeeping. He used the trident to operate it. He still had to look through it, otherwise that Henaut would really mess with the ancient cube. The holy creation was thrown into the magma and leaked without the blessing of stone slabs and hidden passages.
The result was nothing... except for the flowing magma, there was nothing...
The team returned to the Twin Towers to rest in the evening, and then continued southward the next day. On the third day, the team discovered a terrifying The battlefield was filled with dead beasts and Skaven.
After the cold lizards finished eating, the team did not stop but continued to set off because there was something evil there. The large forest floor was in a state of depression, with fallen trees and rocks sunk into the ground everywhere. It was deduced that After some time, the elves came to the conclusion that there was probably a Skaven tunnel under the ground, and it was so big that the ground above could collapse at any time.
Along the way, they either fought against beasts and greenskins, or encountered all kinds of weird and evil things. In addition to the ruins of the battlefield full of beasts and Skaven, the team also encountered the remains of the battle between beasts and forest goblins. On the battlefield below, it seems that the neighborly relations between the residents living in the Forest of Dragons are not good.
When we walked to a relatively safe place, something very problematic happened. The elves all said they heard the roar of a giant dragon. Even the cold lizards became restless and looked around. Seems to be trying to figure out where the sound is coming from. But that sound didn't seem to come from the ears, but directly penetrated the depths of the soul. This was probably the unwilling echo of the soul of the dead dragon in the past. Fortunately, the reverberation was limited in scope, and there was no reverberation after the team left there.
In addition to this mess, the team also encounters what humans call Witch Trees, which are said to be even older than the forest itself, and have grown and twisted over time. It was almost the evil black willow tree that Dorian encountered on that surprising expedition to the dangerous peaks. Later, those black willow trees were made into staffs. The trophies and bones offered by the beastmen can be seen everywhere around the trees. When the evil moon rises, the beastmen will hold a moonlight ceremony to commemorate the Chaos Gods. However, now the beastmen are nowhere to be seen. They seem to have gone to fight and seem to have been destroyed.
However, times have changed, and the spellcasters around Darkus no longer look down on these things, and there are no spirits or other existences in the witch tree, making it even more worthless. In line with the principle that he has come, he cannot come in vain. He asked his companions to sprinkle Kane's Holy Oil on the tree. Under the light of the fire, the team left the Witch Tree and continued to shine.
"You are really not afraid of death." Darkus sighed as he looked at the humans in front of him. He felt that he was quite bluffing, otherwise he would not have chosen to cross the Dragon Forest, but all this was to build him and the team. In terms of strength, if he were the only one, he would have to think carefully about whether to embark on this journey of seeking death.
This human with a bow and arrow and dressed like Enir was a trophy brought back by Kalion. It is said that he was caught from a tree. The Forest of Dragons not only has various monsters and monsters, but also human activities. These humans are either engaged in reconnaissance or patrolling, but these activities are all on the periphery of the Forest of Dragons. There are two activities inside the Forest of Dragons. Brutal speculators and adventurers, or cultists and aberrations blessed by Chaos.
Of course, there are still some who are residents of the villages. Although the entire Duncanwald province has fallen and been disintegrated, there are still some hidden villages that have been living a self-sufficient primitive life, living tenaciously in this land filled with all kinds of monsters and monsters. in the forest.
After checking to confirm that this human being was not a cultist, Darkus did not embarrass him, but asked him some questions.
To Darkus, this is a typical speculator. The spider silk produced by the spiders belonging to the forest gnomes is very popular in the human market, and human dignitaries will use the spider silk to make clothing. Therefore, this human appeared in the depths of Duncanwald Forest to try his luck.
Deep in the Duncanwald Forest of the old world, the forest goblins have a sacred place called the Black Pit or the Dark Abyss. This sunless valley is covered with piles of bones, and the pitted ground is filled with giant spider nests. The terrifying Arachnari giant spider has multiplied from generation to generation.
Darkus's eyes narrowed. He knew that there was a tribe in Lauren Loren, the Shadow Forest and the Dragon Forest that only had forest goblins. The Snakebite tribe that had been eliminated before was not. That was probably where he was now. nearby location. In his opinion, the Ancient Saint would be able to recover. Following this line of thinking, there must be something wrong with the Dark Abyss. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why those Arachnari giant spiders are entrenched there instead of other places. Maybe In the dark abyss are there any devices left by the ancient saints or laboratories that are still functioning.
While chatting, Darkus heard Lindyalok say that once these goblins and spiders form a large scale, they will become scary and troublesome. Goblin riders riding spiders will travel through the forest in groups and elusively. Look for gaps and weaknesses in your enemies, and launch ambushes and harassment at the right time. This is the Black Forest, and it is different from the situation of Odd Todved. Lindyalok suppressed the forest goblins into a controllable range, and then fell into a trap without enough troops. stalemate and confrontation.
In line with the principle of coming, come, Darkus finally chose to let the humans go south under the eyes of the elves eager to fight. In his opinion, the goblins and spiders that have been active in the dark abyss all year round have a terrain advantage. He has more than 500 elves in total. Who knows how many giant spiders, goblins and spiders there are there.
Darkus is based on necessity, just like the journey to the rift not long ago. Lauren Loren is the home of the Enils. As lords, Kaia and the others will definitely choose to enter. Under the circumstances, he could not watch his friend go in and send him off, but he was indifferent. At the same time, his bluff was also based on strength and self-confidence.
Therefore, Darkos did not want to crash in without precise information and insufficient manpower. What if there were tens of thousands of forest goblins and spiders? What if there were more than ten Alaras in the largest giant spider nest in the old world? Where's the Kernare Spider? Once the front line is overwhelmed by the giant spider, those forest elves and spiders waiting for an opportunity will swarm up, causing the elves to fall into a continuous fierce battle. This represents a shocking uncontrollable loss. To put it bluntly, the front line is not wide enough and the troops are not strong enough. If he has 5,000 men, he will definitely go to find out now.
"Dear Lord Eternal Festival, this is not your character." Maranur teased in a low voice next to Darkus.
"Go away, don't call him that again." After hearing the word Eternal Festival Lord, Darkus first turned his head and glared at Maranur fiercely, and then cursed in a low voice.
"Are there a lot of goblins there?" Maranur was not angry after being scolded, but laughed, and then asked in a low voice. He knew that there must be some reason why his brother chose not to go.
"An unnecessary fierce battle."
"If you need it, I can check it out through dreams." Liv, who was already proficient in controlling the cold lizard, walked over and whispered.
As soon as Liv mentioned the dream, Darkus could conjure up the scene of Liv's tragic death in his mind, as if this matter was impossible to handle. In the end, he refused. His upcoming schedule was very tight. He came to the Forest of Dragons to find the creations of the Ancient Saints to confirm his conjecture. Although there was a possibility of the Dark Abyss, it was definitely more than that place, and he had a feeling I might have to come again in the future, and it won’t be too late to tell me then.
After walking for two days, the team came to a strange place.
"There's a problem here. The Urqu Wind is too strong."
There's another paragraph. It's too cold to freeze your hands. I'll leave Duncan Wald tomorrow.