come on
A long journey is waiting for you
Heed our call, as laughter will bring you here
You will fall into the path you want
You've lost everything, but there's more to it than that
Come on, give yourself to me
Because you too will dance as time goes by
Until the eyes are frightened and the breath is out of breath
Come with us, your end is here
on snowy slate
This place will be our paradise
Then we will dye it bright red
Please join us in the dance of death -
In the dark small theater, music with ups and downs, strange tunes, sometimes sad and sometimes joyful, was echoing. At the same time, several vague figures were dancing strangely to the music, which was incomprehensible to most living beings. And they Its appearance is completely impossible to observe with the naked eye, and only an afterimage can be seen.
Only the Eldar can watch such a dance.
Among the hundreds of red seats under the stage, only two figures sat silently, their faces almost invisible in the half-dark light, hidden in the shadows cast by the stage.
For a moment, the man on the left raised his head slightly, and a golden mask with a malicious smile appeared under the light. The mouth of the slender mask was almost outlined in a V, and the teeth were carved into long sharp teeth. The clusters of scarlet hair on the temples are particularly conspicuous against the gray turtleneck trench coat.
In a harlequin troupe, only the troupe leader would wear this costume.
The leader of the Harlequin Troupe, also known as the "Leader" or "Incarnation of the Laughing God" in the Eldar language, is the leader and protagonist of the Harlequin Troupe. They have exquisite skills in weaving massacres and commanding abilities comparable to veteran generals. .
Under normal circumstances, only the troupe leader can decide where the troupe will go next, what dance will be performed in the next act, and what message will be expressed in the next code word. If the Shadow Prophet is the soul of the troupe, then the troupe leader is the brains and cunning.
During the performance, the troupe leader's role is the protagonist and hero in the story, especially in "The Dance That Never Ends". He needs to personally play the role of the Laughing God, fight against Slaanesh, and thwart the unquenchable hunger of this new evil god. thirsty.
In political situations, the Troupe Master is responsible for serving as the Troupe's emissary, meeting with the Craftworld Prophet, the Archon of Commorragh, the Eldar Pirate Prince, and the Chieftain of the Wild Eldar.
But what is different from other Eldar groups is that although the troupe leaders have the name of troupe leaders, they do not advance through the ranks like those leaders of military organizations. Instead, like the protagonists in the story, they can perform various tasks in the troupe. Siblings who agree can become the protagonists until the next leading role is chosen.
At this time, the man on the right suddenly spoke. He was still hidden in the shadows, but his towering pointed helmet showed his identity.
"My dear brother Uma, this time things will be much more troublesome than what you said in advance."
The harlequin leader stared at the performance on the stage from above his thin fingers, and the eyes of the golden mask shone with an indescribable dazzle.
"Where I go, my soul goes."
The troupe leader murmured obscure lines, seemingly just expressing his thoughts.
The man next to him just let out a dry laugh, and then said:
"Although you have the help of your entire Malicious Soaring Troupe this time, the dogs of the God of Plague are rushing towards us with all their might. Although Comoros has many defense methods, you have also seen that they are all Selfish cowards, I can't control them."
The Malice Soaring Troupe can be said to be a frequent visitor to Comoros. Their performances are very popular among the Witch Spirit Cult (simply put, they have a lot of female fans). They complete their performances and battles almost entirely in flight mode, and have a load capacity that far exceeds that of all troupes. Tool quantity.
Uma sighed softly and rarely used normal Eldar language.
"You're starting to get suspicious."
"Ah, brother, you misunderstood. We have no reason to distrust our plans. After all, they were planned by the brightest minds of our race for the glory of Ada."
“We cannot doubt ourselves, especially during testing times like these.”
Uma replied, a cautionary note in his voice.
The man on the right waved his hand, and a huge screen rose above their heads. The soft light from the screen also dispelled all the darkness, illuminating the figure of the man.
The pitch-black and boundlessly gorgeous ancient Eldar armor, the towering layered pointed helmet, the scarlet mane on the top of the helmet, the soul-stirring scepter of pain, waist-length black hair, and the pale and thin face that always carries a malicious smile. , indicating the person’s identity without exception.
The overlord of Commorragh and the master of the Black Heart Cabal, Asrubair Victor.
When the Overlord of Youdu looked at the screen, it seemed as if millions of stars were twinkling in his bright eyes, filling his consciousness with vastness and cold nothingness.
Soon, the image became stable and clear.
"Yes."
Victor whispered, half to himself:
"These are truly testing times."
As he spoke, the screen moved closer, a milky haze looming over it, forming the image of a soaring phoenix.
The colors on the screen are deliberately toned down and muted, but the haze is real, even if for some visual reasons it's almost indistinguishable from the dark surrounding space.
"Dude, just take a look."
The screen flickered on and off, then flashed with lights of various colors, and then the speckled darkness was instantly dispersed by bright purple. They seemed to burst out of nothingness, dotted with dark green and yellow halos around them. It was as if countless toxic substances were suddenly ignited, causing the darkness itself to burn.
At this time, the phoenix made of mist suddenly moved, flickering its wings to fight against the poisonous smoke. The conflict between the two caused a majestic torrent of energy.
After Uma stared at the dizzying vortex of twisted energy on the screen for a while, she nodded slowly.
"So I'm not as optimistic as you are, man."
Victor shook his head with a teasing voice, and then a creeping weird servant came to him, holding a silver tray in his hand. There was a crystal cup on the tray, which contained an unknown light red liquid.
The Overlord of Youdu picked up the cup and took a sip, then continued:
"The Crown of Asuryan will not last long."
"If the opponent is about to break through the defense line, we will give you advance warning."
The Harlequin Master chooses his words carefully, but the doubt in his words betrays him.
"Hey, look where they are, they are pouring out of the subspace. You know it very well. You... have also dealt with the believers of the God of Plague many times. You should understand them better than me. They may Very slow, but also more patient, now they are gathering the power of witchcraft, as long as they reach that critical point..."
Victor's aim was not without purpose. The Malevolent Soaring Troupe is one of the few Harlequin troupes that specifically targets the forces of Chaos, and has also joined forces with Comoros' allies on many occasions to fight.
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