Chapter 172: Struggle in the Shadows

Lin Qi fought off several waves of greenskins while on night watch.

By dawn, he had wiped out a dozen small waves of greenskin invasions.

The team once again advanced along the moss-covered ruins. Obsidian pillars stood crookedly in the dense forest, and moss covered the road engraved with ancient symbols.

Evergreen trees have made their home on the stone road. If Lynch had not observed carefully enough, this ancient road that has survived in the jungle would have lost a witness.

The dying ruins reflect an ancient race that fought its way into the sunset.

The dwarf slowed down his pace and carefully avoided the well-preserved ruins.

Asur also became cautious, and out of a certain respect for antiquity, he did not destroy the history of the city engraved on the ground.

This is a priceless treasure, far more precious than gold and gems.

Lynch didn't care, the lizard people valued efficiency more.

Paphacus remained in the past forever, but the cold-blooded race moved forward.

If we cannot resolve the chaotic forces entrenched in the mortal world, all history will be a passing cloud.

Reconstruction should come after the war is won, not during the war.

The cold-blooded are still fighting against the demons, and are losing ground day by day.

There are fewer and fewer surviving Shilan. If all the Shilan die in battle, the Lizardmen will degenerate into beasts.

Because the wisdom of the Lizardmen was given by the Slann, it is a kind of response to corruption.

The soul of every lizardman is connected to a Shilan. Shilan's extraordinary thinking and computing power supports the thinking of thousands of Thoros at the same time.

If the Shilan dies, a new Shilan will take over the Thoros it is responsible for. If no magic toad is willing to lend a helping hand, the wisdom of Thoros will gradually disappear.

Maybe this cannot be called true wisdom, but it is better than turning into a demon in battle like a mortal.

Lynch didn't know if this was the case, he wasn't sure if his soul was in his body.

Each battle seemed to prove that he was different from ordinary Thoreaus, he was independent.

The dwarves and elves stopped arguing, and Sorian fell into a kind of empathy, recalling the declining mountains and the magnificent cities.

Tens of thousands of dwarves occupied a fortress city that could only be populated by hundreds of thousands of dwarves. The ancient runes had long since dimmed, and only a few furnaces were activated.

The lower mines were more often echoed with the sounds of clashing weapons than the crisp sounds of mining.

This is already considered one of the larger city-states in existence.

In an ordinary fortress, there are only a few hundred dwarves defending the Hall of Oath, and more dwarf kings only rule the dead city symbolically.

The golden age has passed, and the mountains are no longer a paradise for the dwarves.

Ledin thought of his hometown, Tar-Finnu, a historic city with many spires.

The dense forest of towers was once inhabited by elves, but now in the dark night, only a few spires light up.

There are still many Elves in Ulthuan, but not even one-tenth of the number they once were.

Asur either died in the war or fell into darkness and fled to the north, where he transformed himself into Druzil.

The huge numbers of the Druzi were maintained in this way. They were constantly facing invasions from the Chaos forces in the north, but the reproduction promoted by black magic and the defection of Asur and Eslai provided the Dark Elves with sufficient reinforcements.

Obviously, there would be no return of the Druzy to Asur society, except as a spy.

In the vast ocean, Asur's huge fleet was floating in the storm.

"Shadow Blade" quietly returned to the dragon ship cabin where he was lurking.

No one knows Shadow Blade's name. He is the right-hand man of the leader of the Cult of Khaine, the "Witch" Heleben.

He was called by Druzy with awe, "the walking god of death who never sees death."

As the world's greatest assassin, Shadow Blade's stealth has never been exposed.

In Lothern, Shadowblade sat in from the shadows as Belannaar the Wise reported to the Phoenix King.

He knew of the Skaven's "Master of Death", but he had never actually taken the fearsome assassin of such a reputation seriously.

Because to Shadow Blade, he is the most powerful assassin.

After secretly reporting the relevant information to Heleben, Shadow Blade received a new mission.

He would continue to incite the Asur's hostility towards the Skaven.

Therefore, Shadow Blade carried out dozens of assassinations imitating the "Master of Death" in the Dragon Ship Fleet.

In order to make the deceased look like he was killed by the "Weeping Dance", he deliberately used a special poison.

Shadow Blade certainly knew the terrifying weapon in the hands of the current "Master of Death", so he imitated it vividly.

"Weeping Dance" is the collective name of the three "Weeping Blades".

The Master of Death holds one in each hand and one in his tail. These multi-cursed weapons make him invincible.

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Shadow Blade, who is also a master assassin, really wants to see the methods of the "Master of Death".

As it happens, there have been several assassinations in the Sorcerer's Tower of the Supreme Sorceress in recent days.

The owner of Shadow Blade was gloating over this, after all, her relationship with Moras had always been bad.

But the Supreme Sorceress had already cast a spell on them, and no matter how dissatisfied they were, they had to serve the Supreme Sorceress.

Otherwise, their minds will be occupied by Moras and they will be forced to serve Moras.

Heleben chose a more honorable way to serve.

Shadow Blade must travel to the Black Ark, a small floating island left in Moras, to confront the elusive "Master of Death".

"Begin the attack!"

Aris Anar, the "Shadow King" of Asur, the last descendant of the nobility of the Kingdom of Nagarythe, and the current prince of the Shadow Continent, gave orders to the shadow warriors with hatred.

The spies brought intelligence from Hal Gansi that the Kane sect was planning revenge on Asur.

Aris must stop Druzil and avenge Druzil's actions against Asur with an even more horrific attack.

Hatred is the driving force that keeps Aris alive for so many years.

Before the Great Sundering, his family was the staunchest supporter of the Witch King Malekith.

They fought tooth and nail for the throne of Aenarion's son.

Unfortunately, Malekith lost the election in the end, and they could only regretfully pledge allegiance to the new Phoenix King Belshana and wait for the next election of the Phoenix King.

None of the Elf could have predicted that the noble son of Aenarion would quickly fall and poison Belshana for the throne.

The retribution was so immediate that Malekith failed the test of Asuryan and his body was burned by the holy fire. His men killed all the princes who came to witness the coronation.

The division began. All the nobles loyal to the Phoenix King in the Kingdom of Nagarythe, the hometown of the Witch King, were massacred.

The Anar family refused to pledge allegiance to the king who had fallen into darkness, and fought to the end.

The elven warriors who called themselves "Druzi" massacred the continent of Nagarys. When Aris returned to his hometown, he saw only ruins and the bodies of civilians everywhere.

Aristotle had to admit that he had lost the meaning of life at that time.

He lost his family and people forever.

After the Witch King failed in his attempt to gain control of the Maelstrom, the shattered continent of Nagarythe dealt him a heart-wrenching blow.

(End of this chapter)