Chapter 266 The Purpose of the Battle
Damian felt a little confused. After all, this place covered with ice and snow was so familiar. The white snow mixed with the cold wind scratched the faces of everyone who passed by. Everyone had a cold look on their faces. Not a single building, not a single piece of earth or wood can find a trace of cheerful color.
He put his hand on a wall and found that it was still as steady and resolute as before, just like on his father's shoulders. The cold entered his heart through his palm. The stone bricks that built the wall were already strong. After years, After being baptized by the cold wind, its appearance was even more uneven with traces all over it.
Just when Damian was in a daze, a familiar hand slapped him on the back. Although the man's voice was older, it was full of vitality and enthusiasm, "Little guy, why are you still here, why don't you follow me?
" Are the others going to the glacier together?"
Damian, who was a little dazed, turned to look at the person and found that it was the very familiar Aunt Mara, but wasn't he in Erengrad? Why did he return to Hagaros?
Seeing that the little guy was in a daze, Mara picked up a wooden stick and hit him on the head hard, "Hurry up, you don't want to miss this hunting ceremony." Damian was a little angry after being hit on the head, and his heavy breathing
and The clenched fists showed that he was extremely dissatisfied with Mara's actions, but in a blink of an eye, he realized what was going on, and he was actually angry with the aunt who had taken care of me for so many years.
Mara didn't notice his nephew's movements, turned around and took out a large sword in a scabbard from the bag and handed it to Damian, "Hurry up, Madoc doesn't like to wait for others." Madoc
? This name made Damian even more stunned. This kind of hunting ritual is usually led by Qualkek. How could it be the ancient barbarian guarding the World Stone Fortress?
But it was obvious that Mara had no intention of explaining. After handing the sword to Damian, he turned around and planned to return to his warm home to escape the wind and snow.
The barbarian who took over the big sword pulled it out a little, and then his pupils shrank, and he found that it was his grandfather who had fought with him for a long time, but why did this weapon appear here? He began to have doubts, but at the call of a passing compatriot, he chose to put his doubts aside and went to the gate of the city to meet Madoc.
This was the second time Damian saw Madoc, and he found that he was sitting on the ground and staring at the sky just like the legend. Perhaps he found out that Damian had come this time, so he stood up and took the rest of the family with him without saying a word. The seven people walked deeper into the mountains.
Damian was familiar with this kind of hunting ritual. It mainly hunted down some crazy giant beasts called snow drifters that were hidden deep in the glacier. These beasts chose to coexist peacefully with humans as much as possible, except when necessary. Even though they come into contact with each other, there are still some who have gone crazy and will choose to actively attack passing people and livestock.
And their goal is only to kill these crazy snow drifters, not to kill all the beasts in the glacier.
Along the way, Damian felt the long-lost cold breath, passed through short hills, entered an icy highland with extremely strong cold winds, climbed from the cliff to the Arreat Plateau, and finally came to a cave more than ten meters high. Before, no one communicated much along the way. There were not many things worth communicating in this cold land. Often, a look or an action could tell what each other wanted to express.
And this was one of the reasons why Damian chose to follow Imrik to Ulthuan. He was a little tired of this unchanging state of life. There was never a battle that truly satisfied him, especially after the demons were surrendered. .
"We're here, and it's still the same as before. We'll communicate with the snow drifters first, and then hunt the crazy ones." Madoc finally said a word in these five days. Damian didn't know if he was really the one. The ancient barbarian who guards the Worldstone Fortress may be a person with the same name.
Everyone nodded to express their understanding, then lit torches and walked into the cave.
Damian followed Madoc closely, trying to find some familiar shadows in him. Everyone else was very familiar to Damian, but the only difference was the leader.
He didn't understand what happened, why he ran here instead of fighting with the Chaos believers in Erengrad. The barbarian vaguely remembered that his mission was to stop the Kurgans who landed on the city wall, and then support Mishan. With Iron Wolf, something seemed to have happened after that, but they had no impression at all.
The barbarians who were familiar with the glacier path quickly found the secret passage where the snow drifters were hiding, and under their leadership began to head towards the place where the crazy beasts were hiding. There were no conflicts along the way. Both parties were familiar with this cooperation model. , the crazy snow drifters not only attack humans and animals, they will even attack their compatriots and tear them into pieces to satisfy their blood lust.
After passing through many secret passages and hidden corners, Damian saw the snow drifters who were fighting crazy beasts, and then began to attack under the command of Madoc, targeting the beasts whose eyes turned scarlet.
Damian pulled out his grandfather's sword behind him, and vaguely felt that something seemed to be transmitted from the sword into his body. He didn't think much about it, and immediately rushed towards the beasts, using Whirlwind Slash. Tear it into pieces.
After beheading a huge beast that was several times bigger than himself, the slightly warm blood dripped onto his body. Smelling the liquid that he had not touched for a long time, the barbarian felt that something seemed to have appeared in his mind. call.
Fighting, yes, only fighting is the meaning of life, other than that it is worthless, and killing is a companion of fighting.
The figure of the snow beast in front of him began to overlap with that of a Khorne horned beast, which made Damian feel even more furious and killing! Only killing can solve everything!
He dealt with most of the ferocious beasts alone. Facing the fearful gazes of the snow-falling beasts, he planned to point his butcher knife at them. In the eyes of this man who had become crazy, all life within his sight would be destroyed. A man stood in front of Damian. The two battle axes in his hands blocked the oldest sword, Grandfather. The ancient barbarian chose to personally stop this man who did not distinguish between friend and foe.
But in Damian's eyes, the barbarian ancestor in front of him had turned into the Chaos Lord of Khorne who was fighting him. He began to fall into a real state of madness, roaring and roaring, saying what he thought was a barbarian war cry.
If someone from the medieval Warhammer world heard it, the roar of the barbarians has become exactly the same as the deadly war cry of those bloodthirsty demons chanting the name of Khorne, and even the angry eyes are similar.
The surrounding environment began to solidify. The barbarians who were shocked by the battle between Damian and Maddock stayed where they were. The snow beasts who were trying to escape also kept running. The undercurrent of the glacier no longer flowed. Only Damian and Maddock stood in the darkness. Fighting in a narrow clearing.
Madoc's battle ax hit his grandfather, and after the violent metal collision, some of the things on it seemed to dissipate. He began to speak. Even this fierce battle could not affect his calm tone, "You are like
this What is the fight for? Heir of Bulcasso, answer me!"
Damian, who was slightly knocked back by Madoc, held the sword, slightly bent his legs, and said hoarsely and firmly, "Kill."
After saying that, he immediately launched another attack. , but was stopped by Madoc in an instant and pushed back several meters away.
"No, killing is just an accompaniment of fighting. The purpose of fighting has never been killing." Maddock began to take the initiative to attack, knocking Damian back with an axe. "What do you want to gain from fighting, honor? Victory? Wealth? Strength? ?The purpose of the barbarian battle is to protect the World Stone, but what is your purpose? Just to satisfy the needs of the evil god? Choose to abandon everything your ancestors left you and become a mad dog with only killing and blood in your mind?"
But Damian was not stopped by these words. He was still attacking vigorously. In his eyes, this Chaos Lord of Khorne had to die. No matter how it happened, he turned on the berserker mode and gave up all defenses to gain unparalleled attack power.
But in the blink of an eye, this action was interrupted by a battle ax that cut into his chest, followed by another battle ax that cut into his shoulder, and an ancient spear that pierced him.
Even though he was pierced by the ancient spear and fixed on the rock wall, he still waved his right hand crazily, trying to kill the "enemy" in front of him.
Finally, a weapon exactly like the one in his hand was wielded by the ancient barbarian Mardoc, cutting off his arm, and he regained his composure.
The barbarian's vision began to become clearer, and the blood mist dissipated from his eyes. He saw that the figure of the Chaos Lord of Khorne had faded, and the resolute figure of Mardoc appeared in front of him, while the shocked comrades and the fleeing floating figures appeared around him. The snow beast reminded him of what he had done.
He raised his right hand with the forearm cut off, looked at the arm that was constantly spurting blood, and murmured, "What happened to me?"
The spurted blood reminded him of everything, from Fennoir to Killing Skarbrand in the plains, fighting at the Erengrad city wall, then killing a few Kislev hussars, fighting with a few people from Mishan, and finally almost killing the Iron Wolf.
This made Damian feel even more confused. He had never thought of doing such a thing. Looking at the blood-stained grandfather on the ground, he continued to murmur, "Why would I do such a thing to Iron Wolf?" ."
No one answered his words, and the world gradually faded away. The dark glacier caves turned into the streets of Erengrad, the surprised fellow barbarians turned into blind Vaal priests, and the fleeing snow beasts became There was no green tree, and the ancient barbarian in front of him also turned into a mountain of rice. The blood in his hands was no longer flowing. Instead, the black and green tattoos looked extremely eye-catching and were emitting a faint light.
Mishan maintained a high level of tension. After stuffing the fragments of the World Stone into Damian's throat, the green and black tattoos on the barbarian began to shimmer, fighting against the scarlet marks covering the surface, and Damian himself was also twitching and struggling. , even the right hand has broken free from the shackles of the iron chain.
He was already prepared for the worst, to kill Damian here. Even if he was charged with killing his comrades, Mishan would not allow Khorne to manipulate the souls of the barbarians.
Staring at the tattoo on his arm for a moment, Damian seemed to understand something. The ancestors were never far away from him. He had fallen into madness under the gaze of Khorne and his desire for battle and killing.
The fragments of the World Stone that Mishan fed himself temporarily isolated the brand of Khorne. The illusion just now was made by the black and green runes on his body, and the thing that made him fall so deeply into this madness was probably that handle. The great treasure of the Arreat Mountains, the Great Sword of Grandfather, is already stained with the breath of the Blood God. Every time it is used, it will deepen the desire for killing, and every time it will fall deeper into madness.
The barbarian raised his head, not looking at Mishan, but at the location of the city wall. He could clearly feel the woman carrying the blessing of Khorne.
"Bring the ancestors' armor and sword, it's time to make a break."
(End of Chapter)