The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 451 Skarbrand’s doubts
"Don't try to escape!"

Archaon, who left on his war horse, did not attract Valkia's too much attention, but Rohan, who had been paying attention to him, immediately noticed the clues.

He never forgot that his most important mission was to prevent Archaon from obtaining the Mark of Eternal Chaos, so he immediately flapped his wings and prepared to chase Archaon, who had fled far away.

However, this move directly made Valkia, who felt neglected on the other side, furious:
"You would rather chase that weakling than fight me. Do you think I'm not as good as that rat?"

After saying that, he chased after him regardless of the risk of being attacked by Lohan, and then he swung his war spear again and aimed at Lohan's wings, ready to chop them off!
"Crazy woman..."

Forced to have no choice, Rohan could only turn around and raise his sword to block Valkia's attack, but then he distanced himself again and chased Archaon, obviously not intending to fight with Valkia. Too much pestering.

Just kidding, although he can indeed defeat or even kill Valkia with his strength, the strength gap between the two sides is not that big, so the battle is likely to last a long time.

And this period of time is completely enough for Archaon to get the Seal of Eternal Chaos!
However, Rohan, who was caring about Archaon at the moment, didn't know that it was precisely because of his indifferent attitude towards Valkia that made the Valkyrie with the title of 'Scarlet Queen' so angry.

Although it is impossible for Valkia to have any transcendent emotions for Rohan due to her relationship with Khorne, this does not prevent Rohan from having a higher status in her heart than all the Khorne champions she knows.

Even though they were once defeated by the sword of Luo Han, believers of the God of War and Glory have always respected the strong, let alone the super powerful Luo Han?
In Valkia's view, the "Great Game" among the Chaos Gods has now reached a fever pitch, so she very much hopes to find a way to get Rohan to join Khorne and work together.

As a Khorne believer, Valkia doesn't know how to express her affection, so in her opinion, the only way to enhance the relationship between the two parties is to have a hearty sparring session with the other party!

However, now, Luohan not only dared to ignore the challenge he had launched against him, he even dared to take the initiative to fight with a stranger. He simply didn't take her seriously!

"Go to hell, Rohan!"

Valkia was very angry at the taste, so she flapped her wings fiercely and came directly above Rohan. Then she aimed at Rohan's wings and stabbed her war spear emitting a pillar of fire again, and performed a 'Khorne Style' behave in a spoiled manner'.

wow——

The sky-high flames instantly enveloped Rohan's entire body. Even the good-tempered elf couldn't bear such repeated offenses, let alone the proud Lohan?
I saw an angry red light flashing in Rohan's eyes, and then he simply stopped chasing Archaon and Be'lak, and then he turned around and wielded the Gwendalion Blade to chop Valkia in the middle:

"I couldn't kill you before because I was protected by Khorne. Since you dare to seek death this time, I will help you!"

"I can't ask for it!"

Seeing that Rohan finally planned to seriously fight with her, Valkia immediately flew excitedly towards the inside of the Black Ark, leading Rohan to chase after her.

With her lover's love for her, she won't worry at all that Rohan will activate the Claws of the Holy Glory to kill her, so it's time to enjoy the sweet battle!
As the two figures gradually moved away towards the depths of the Black Ark, only Archaon's adoptive father and the nun were left in the sand-filled warehouse, as well as a group of Chaos Warriors staring at each other.

"That... what should we do?"

Giselle looked at the Khorne champions surrounding them with some fear, and at the same time had to choose to look at the Sword of Chaos for help.

However, the Sword of Chaos had also suffered heavy losses in previous battles with the Sindar spirits, and the few dozen remaining Reavers and Chaos Warriors were obviously no match for the Champion of Khorne.

Faced with this situation, Archaon's adoptive father, who was responsible for consulting the "Book of Destiny", could only flip through the prophecies in the book that were completely inconsistent with reality, and then shrugged helplessly and sighed:
"Resign yourself to your fate. Now we can only hope that Didric's child will come back to save us soon, but this also means that he will seize the eternal chaos mark, so I would rather die here than see that child become a giant again. wrong."

————Inside the Black Ark, near the altar

"Gu...I'm not dead yet?"

In a relatively safe corner, Archaon woke up from a coma and couldn't help but opened his eyes in confusion, but the infinite darkness that entered his eyes made him touch his eyes subconsciously.

Fortunately, not blind.

I don't know how long it took, but Archaon, who gradually began to adapt to the darkness, finally came to the back of the horse that had been guarding him with some difficulty, and then murmured with some emotion:

"Although I don't know why we are here, I didn't expect that you were the only one who stayed with me in the end, old man."

call~
Hearing Archaon's muttering, the horse that had been following Archaon since the days of knights obediently rubbed its mane against the opponent's thigh, and then gradually walked toward the darkness under Archaon's guidance. go.

As Diederik's life-and-death partner, it could feel countless hostile eyes hidden in the darkness staring at him, but it still followed the track on the ground and ran toward the distance without fear.

As the mount of the Twin-tailed Comet Knight, it has had countless close encounters with evil creatures such as skeleton warriors and various ghouls, which gives it extraordinary courage!
Da da da--

The crisp sound of horse hooves spread throughout the cabin of Black Ark, and even Archaon could feel that there seemed to be many prying eyes hidden around him, but this did not stop him from moving forward at all.

He is the eternal God of the future. In such a lair that is darker than the heart of any dark elf, those twisted and fallen creatures should obey his orders!

However, the reality is cruel. Maybe after becoming the Eternal God's Chosen, he will indeed be qualified to command these fallen creatures, but before that, he is just a piece of delicious soft meat in the eyes of the opponent.

"hungry……"

In the darkness, countless pairs of scarlet eyes were staring greedily at Archaon and the war horse under his crotch. At this moment, they were slowly approaching the war horse with their respective weapons.

Of course, when it comes to weapons, they are just various logging axes, hoes and other blunt instruments worn by slaves, which have not completely decayed after hundreds of years.They were slaves who were once driven into the altar by the dark elves. After being corrupted and distorted by the Mark of Chaos for hundreds of years, they gradually multiplied into a terrifying group of creatures!
Food is scarce in the Dark Altar. Archaon and his horse are simply a rare feast for them, let alone being so ostentatious?
call-

After an unknown amount of time, Archaon suddenly felt a violent pulling sensation from the war horse under his crotch, followed by the war horse's painful wail, and streams of warm liquid splashing onto his palms.

Looking around, he saw countless fair-skinned mutant monsters surrounding him with all kinds of weapons. The number was as terrifying as a rat-man war he had experienced!
Realizing that the horse under his crotch was moaning in pain, Archaon didn't care about the so-called face at this moment, jumped off the horse and roared loudly:
"Where did this bunch of bastards dare to be so presumptuous?!"

Due to poor vision in the shadows, Archaon instinctively swung his battle ax and slashed around. The sharp one-handed battle ax immediately split several monsters into countless pieces, but what followed was more Lots of white waves.

Although due to the limitations of the dark environment, Archaon could not predict how many such white monsters he was currently attacking, but as he stepped off his horse, his screams became smaller and smaller, and Ai Changan's anger gradually reached its peak:
"Face me, you low-level creatures without intelligence, don't you even have the courage to fight a bloody battle with me?"

Realizing that the mount that had followed him for many years was gone, Archaon angrily raised his battle ax and kept fighting the deformed creatures left and right, venting his pain of losing his best comrade.

Click ~ click ~
The sound of cracking bones filled the entire battlefield, and the sharp steel battle ax was mercilessly splitting everything around Archaon in half, leaving only broken limbs and broken arms everywhere.

However, it seems that because the smell of blood in the air is getting stronger, or because one war horse is simply not enough to feed thousands of mutant monsters, more and more white monsters are beginning to approach Archaon. .

"Kill him...kill him..."

Hoarse and obscure languages ​​​​continue to come out of the deformed and mutated throats. Although the rusty knives in the hands of these mutants can hardly threaten Archaon, the mere entanglement has already made him feel gradually tired.

Countless scratches gradually appeared on Archaon's originally handsome Chaos Armor. These fearless mutants seemed to have completely lost their sense of pain and hugged Archaon's body with their bodies.

Not long after, Archaon's figure was gradually overwhelmed by the white monsters coming from all directions, leaving only various terrifying roars and metal friction sounds that gradually enveloped the entire altar.

Even though Archaon is considered a brave knight, he looks so small in front of this white wave that can cover the sky and the sun...

————Ultimate Dark Altar, Periphery
Above the clouds covered by the magical wind, a gigantic dragon with a body length of [-] meters is flying across the sky with its wings that cover the sky. The hurricanes hanging up are enough to blow away the black smoke in the air. cigarette.

Call ~
The black dragon exhaled a breath of exhaustion. Even as a dragon driver, it felt a little tired after traveling a long distance, not to mention that it still crossed most of Nagaroth without stopping.

The Witch King, who was sitting on the black dragon's saddle and wearing midnight armor, kept looking at the wreckage of the black ark below with his green eyes, and then couldn't help but murmured in disgust:

"What a familiar smell... I can feel that this is the disgusting smell of the Chaos Demon."

Although he had spied on the secrets within the Ultimate Dark Altar several times, most of them ended in vain due to various wonderful coincidences.

This feeling is like that of a fledgling elf sorceress who is too shy to allow anyone to enter her domain without permission.

But now, there is a strong wind of magic floating in the air of the Ultimate Dark Altar, and even some harpies can get close to the masts near the Black Ark for food, just like his incompetent mother. Don’t refuse!
"Your Majesty the Witch King, Rohan should have already entered the altar in advance to stop the Norscan invaders. I suggest that we immediately send troops to enter the altar to help first."

Next to the black dragon Seraphin, a slightly juvenile black dragon was flying beside His Majesty the Witch King's mount, and the fearful female lord on the dragon's saddle looked nervous.

The female lord was Morena who went to Nagarond to shake people. At this moment, she was looking pale at the altar where the sound of fighting continued to come from below. It was obvious that the long journey had consumed a lot of her energy.

"Leave it to me here. You go back to Hal Kadra and continue to deal with the invading Khorne warbands. Don't let them threaten Naggarond."

Facing Morena, His Majesty the Witch King showed no signs of fatigue on his face, and he didn't even worry about whether Rohan was still safe.

After all, now that he is here, no matter what happens...

"Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God... Hey, why do I appear here?"

However, before His Majesty the Witch King landed at the Altar of Ultimate Darkness, a dazzling red light suddenly came from the open space not far away, followed closely by a voice full of innocence.

"This voice...?!"

Upon hearing this familiar voice, His Majesty the Witch King, who originally seemed quite calm and composed, suddenly shrank his pupils, and then immediately turned his head to look at the ground.

I saw a red monster with a twisted head that was almost six or seven meters tall, sitting on the ground like a baby, looking around with a clear sense of mental retardation.

Behind the huge body are two pairs of nearly damaged flesh wings. The ugly head is covered with scars and bone-deep burns caused by various injuries, as well as long flaming hair like boar bristles and braided beards. Mark of Khorne…

After confirming that he had read correctly, His Majesty the Witch King couldn't help but closed his eyes with some tiredness, and then couldn't help but murmured:

"Skarbrand..."

"Who? Who's calling me?"

Skarbrand obviously noticed the muttering coming from the sky, and then he hurriedly looked over his head with his double axe, then stared and whispered:
"Black bean sprouts riding a dragon? It doesn't look like that. How can any bean sprout look like this?"

　PS: This chapter was compiled over the past few days. Please forgive me if there are any typos or omissions.

　　
　
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