Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

The feeling that Oracle gave Dacius was relaxed and elegant. If you don't observe carefully, you can't find that she is blind.Dacius didn't simply think that she had walked these halls for so long that she had memorized all the obstacles.

This is indeed not the case. The room where the female guards were guarding was very small, and the walls were carved with more abstract patterns, which seemed to depict some cosmic stars.In the center is a huge, perfect stone egg carved with a similar design.There is a pit on the top of the stone egg, and something is lying in it.

But it’s limited to this. Dacius knew it must be the creation of the Old Sage, but he didn’t touch it according to the instruction manual. His eyes still wanted it. He didn’t want to wear Sargeras’ cursed vision COS Illidan.

Dacius chatted with Oracle for a long time, and asked all the questions that should be asked. Before leaving, Oracle made a gesture, and an illusion appeared in the luminous mist rising between his hands.

The vision shows two miniature wizards, two albino twins, one dressed in black and one in gold.Their heads are bald or shaved, and their fingers are like claws.

In Dacius' view, these two wizards who came from the Path of the Old Sage looked like Chaos Warlocks.

"That's it for now. A lot of things happened today, maybe you should rest." Dacius stretched out his hand again when he said it, and he continued after thinking about something, "It's just a handshake from now on, this is my usual etiquette."

Then Darkus left, and by the time he walked out of the waterfall, it was already midnight, and a circle of lights around the lake was brightly lit.On one side is the neat and orderly camp of Drucci, and on the other side is a chaotic, disorderly and full of chaos. It doesn't look like a military camp, but a gathering place of tribes. The two camps were half-confronted.He knew that the last wave of troops from the Boreni tribe was coming, and almost all the reserve forces that could be mobilized on Obion Island were here.

"My brother, is everything going well? Has the witch cooked green soup for you to drink?" Malanur, who was putting his legs on the table and leaning on the back of the chair to see what was on the top of the tent, saw Da After entering the door, Keus adjusted his posture and stood up. He asked casually while pouring wine from a cup that had been turned upside down on the long table.

"Drink it, and I'll bring some back. Do you want me to spit it out for you now?" Dacius pulled out his chair and sat down after speaking, and drank the white grape juice filled by Maranul.He was still sitting first on the side of the long table, and Maranul was sitting opposite him.

"I don't understand, why are you obsessed with drinking this non-alcoholic juice?" Maranul, who was sitting upright, asked casually, and then took out chewing tobacco from his arms and began to chew.

With three years of planting on the Cauzen Plains, Maranul's chewing tobacco has been restocked.

"I like it! It's like you don't like to use a pipe, but you like Lustria's chewing tobacco." Dacius pointed out his right hand.

"I like the feeling of chewing. The chewing tobacco of Krakalund has a strange smell that I can't tell." Maranul spread his hands and said, thinking of something, he then asked, "Why do they live in this ghost place? ? Where did they find the food?"

"The tribes brought offerings, and the female guards tended the goats and sheep on the higher ground."

"The orcs found these trails and followed them here?"

"Things are scarier than you think, and this place is sacred to them. It is said that a long time ago, a man who spoke the truth tried to pray to the Old Sage after he lost his way in the mountains. Hunted wolves and blizzards. Then the Truthsayer found the Altar of Light in the depths of the cave, and gave the Truthsayer magical powers."

"An ancient cultural relic? An ancient holy creation?"

"Yes, I saw it in that cave, but I didn't try it. That thing is a bit evil. In return for obtaining the vision of the truth speaker, the ancient sacred creation gave another vision." Dacius said while Pointing to his own eyes.

"Been summoned?" Malanur asked curiously.

"They know when to come here, just as the Old Man of Truth knew when her hour of death would be upon her. The Old Ones gave them this knowledge."

"Although I still don't understand the Old Ones, the creations I've seen are... normal? Or strange? Did they use it incorrectly?"

"My brother, you were thinking of going with me."

Just as the brothers Dacus and Maranul were chatting with each other, the core Druch dignitaries and Belloda all entered the tent.

Genevieve put away the drinks and food before leaving the tent. She had no interest in this kind of boring meeting, and it was still night. Dacius guessed that she should visit the tribe opposite at night. .

"A few good news, a few bad news. There are only female guards around Oracle, and those female guards are trained as druids and Truth Worders. And the main force of the Truth Worders went to various parts of the island to summon giants, although the giants did not It will harm the natives on the island, but the giants will only obey the command of the mantra. The orcs are interested in those giants. If the mantra is gone, their shaman may be able to worship or order the giants like in the old world, and they have to Said that their timing was very good." After seeing all the members coming together, Dacius began to talk.

"The good news is that the Truth Worders are still a group. Although internally unstable, the ancient brotherhood has not been broken, and it has not turned away from the truth and the light, and turned its head to serve the very thing they are trying to contain. However, this crisis cannot be resolved. It's hard to say. Though they are Truthsayers, they are only mortal, while the Darkness is immortal. They are fallible and corrupt."

"A force from Sylvania from the old world came here along the path of the Old Sage, and dominated by two Chaos Warlocks, they occupied the northern temple city. Thoughts and visions can travel through the Path of the Old Ones, as the orchid priests sent, and through beings. The temple cities must be cleared and the roads closed again, or the land is doomed."

"If this place is occupied by darkness, Ulthuan will also be affected. Maybe this is one of the reasons why Caledor wakes up?" Maranul frowned while Dacius was drinking the white grape juice. asked with a frown.

"almost."

"Do we have to do this? Yes, because this is our time! We should not give up to others what should belong to us." Maranul said seriously.

Belloda, who was sitting in the corner, frowned when she heard Maranul's words, but she didn't say anything.

"Because no one else in Albion had the ability or knowledge to do these things, their lineage of knowledge was broken. It is said that after the temple city fell into the hands of the evil forces of Chaos, they drove out the orcs and bound the orcs they worshiped. God."

"God?" a crowd of Drucci exclaimed.

"They bound a god? With all due respect, I think the creatures that can do this are a bit beyond our ability to deal with it." Maranul said teasingly, spreading his hands.

"That's not a real god, it's one of the creations of the Old Sages, and it's the guardian of the temple city." Dacius laughed at first, and said seriously after laughing.

"My lord, what kind of monster is it?" Kewell asked cautiously, remembering the spider-like monster he had encountered in the swamp ruins before.

"One of Albion's giants, these giants were created long ago by the Old Ones to guard their treasures and secrets. Giants are nearly immortal, and as the energies of Chaos and time corrupt them, they become stupid, That's good. Others fall into the worship of Chaos and other evil practices, and they become evil predatory creatures, preying on everything weaker than them, but they still live in a strange way. The way to perform their duties, subject to the constraints imposed on them by the Old Ones. Although they can hunt, they usually haunt the old places where they used to move, and use it as their lair."

"With the gradual collapse of the guide stone system, the giant guarding the temple city suffered the most corrosion, and it was naturally corrupted." Colonia said noncommittally.

"Yes! A mighty Cyclopes named Magrigo, who was the dragon and monster slayer of his day, before his brain darkened and he acquired the thirst to kill. He was like a knoll It's so tall, it can smash the walls of the castle with a single blow of a stick." Dacius said in an extremely exaggerated tone, and made exaggerated gestures when he said it.

"A stupid giant like a mountain, two powerful chaos magicians? What else? Three dragons? Four behemoths?" Maranul was also working hard to match Dacius' performance with exaggerated statistics .

"Chaos Warlocks don't act alone, they have their bodyguards, and with the collapse of the Old One, maybe they will bring more and more Chaos Warbands through the passage to come here every day." Colony Ya said a little seriously.

"There's a Chaos army, then. Good—it looks easy enough. Shall we go in and challenge them all to a duel?" Maranul continued pompously.

The dignitaries of Durucci laughed loudly when they heard Maranul's words, and Colonia shook his head helplessly.

"The purpose of our trip is the temple city in the north and the lead fort nearby." Dacius said seriously after laughing, and after a pause, he stretched out his right index finger again and continued, "This It touches on a core issue."

"Time difference! Lustria mode?" Maranul also became serious, joking when it was time to joke, and serious time when it was time to be serious. He could clearly distinguish the boundaries.

"Yes, since we are here, the forces blocking us must be destroyed, but there is a lot of room for manipulation." After finishing speaking, Dacius stretched out his hand in the direction of Rennes, who was sitting in the third place.

Ren was stunned for a moment, then took out the locked book from his arms, unlocked it, turned to the page of the map, and handed it over.

"First of all, Obien Island. Everyone has seen the terrain of this island. It is low in the south and high in the north. If we want to settle here, the south is the most suitable for us." Daxus said while lifting the notebook on the table Gestures up and down on one side.

"If the weather can be changed, the southernmost swamp and the land near the pillar are completely comparable to the Kauchen Plain." Alyssa, who is about to develop into an agricultural expert, said with certainty.

"Perhaps we can expand based on the ruins in the swamp mist and build a city at the same level as Ashriel," Kewell added.

"Using Beast Peak as the boundary, the mountains in the north are ruled by the Lizardmen, and the plains in the south are ruled by us, Lustria mode!" said Drusala, who rarely happened at the meeting.

"Yes, the Lustria mode is reproduced here, attacking and defending at the same time!" Dakuus first affirmed Drusala, and then continued, "Of course this is only in the general direction, times have changed, and now Unlike our colonization of the old world and other regions of the world, we can't kill them all, so we have to use a different way to dominate them, such as dumping cheap goods while disrupting their political situation or controlling them leader, and let the Old World act as a barrier against the forces descending from Norsca and the Arctic Chaos Wastes."

"Navy! This requires an extremely large navy and a large number of merchant ships." Beloda, who was sitting in the corner, frowned again. She thought that Daxuan's plan overlapped with that of the Ulthuan Seafaring Family , but the specific places are somewhat contradictory, but the dark side of her heart thinks that the Dacius method may be more effective?She suggested in a low voice, and she was stunned after she finished speaking, she didn't even know why she said those words just now.

"Yes, our Priest of the Storm Weaver is right, the navy! And this place will become our outpost to dominate the old world." Dacius shared with Duru what he had discussed with Maranul before. Listen to the odds, what is the blockade of various sea areas, transfer stations, bridgeheads and the like.

"My evaluation of the group of natives is that they have nothing but courage, and this courage is not comparable to that of the Yankees." After Maranul finished speaking, he turned his attention to Salire.

"There is no discipline, lack of effective command, and it all depends on personal courage. When fighting, they will swarm up and retreat all over the mountains, and the weapons and armor rate are not good. I didn't see the weapons of the gods just now. I only saw a small amount of iron and a lot of bronze. Except for a few so-called warriors with strange two-horned helmets, the rest are shawls. Sorry, I don’t know much about them. Maybe the woad battle pattern on their bodies can provide defense like the wild orcs? If so, we can try tomorrow Try them." Salieri nodded and began to evaluate.

As the officer of the Ebon Claw Cold One Dread Knight, Celire has superb military skills, and he participated in the last attack on Ulthuan in his early years, but it was already at the end of the period.

"We plan to stay here for two days, wait for the other giants to come here, and find a chance to try them tomorrow." Dacius said decisively after rubbing his chin for a moment.

"I'm going to fight with them, but I'm not going to fight with them." Dacius saw the questioning in Maranul's eyes, and he said vaguely.

Although Dacius didn't explain it clearly, Drucci who was present understood it. Now that they gathered around Dacius and stopped doing bad things, it didn't mean they wouldn't do bad things.

Dacius has a double standard, he rejects other people's bad work, but doing it himself is another matter, he just wants to make a bad job.He is going to follow the example of the twentieth century's big brother to the Gallic chicken. While supporting the natives of Obion Island, he also wants to reduce the number of people.

Now that they plan to stay here for a long time, the Poreni and Belleni tribes living in the southern plains must be reduced. Not only the number of people but also the authority of those chiefs will be weakened, and the natives will be urbanized or freed later.

What Dacius has to do now is to solve this crisis and at the same time hurt the natives, and then properly restore the spiritual vein network system here, and cultivate some truth speakers who can be controlled by him. Let these Truthsayers walk on Albion Island to proclaim his will, or in the Old World, work as scouts, staff or repairing waystones.But for all of this, we have to wait until the matter of Ulthuan is resolved before we can focus on it. During this gap period, we may send a Slann magic priest over to block it.
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A Durucci and an aborigine bent over the ground, holding each other's arms tightly.

The natives of the Boreni tribe began to shout the names of the warriors loudly, while Durucci lined up in a neat line and remained silent.

The huge body and strong muscles of the indigenous warriors were gradually revealed. Although the wrestling Duluqi was a bit strong, his shoulders and arms were not so thick.

After a while, two huge forces began to collide.Indigenous warriors seem to be able to uproot the stump with ease.His muscles bulged, and sweat broke out on his brow.Then, with slow but firm force, the members of the tribe cheered, and the expressions of the Duruccis gradually became serious, but that Durucci remained in a motionless state.

Dacius pulled his cloak tight, the mountain wind was blowing cool and cold.During the meal just now, Genevieve kept telling him what happened last night. Genevieve jokingly said that if he had any ideas about these tribes, he could sneak in and destroy them all. He shook his head. He knew what Genevieve said The meaning expressed is nothing more than that the camp is not fortified, and it seems to be stretching the hips, but in fact it is really stretching the hips.

Dacius, who walked out of the camp, stood behind and watched Durucci wrestling with the natives. He never expected that this kind of trial would be the kind of trial. What could be achieved by this trial?Besides, Du Luqi has strength, but he is not good at strength, more of his combat skills honed over time and his agility.

Duckus could see that although Durucci was clenching his teeth, his gaze was calm. Durucci remained in a very strange state, neither attacking hard nor being pushed away by the opponent, as if roots had taken root under his feet , set there.After reacting, he looked at Durucci's belt, then shook his head helplessly.

The indigenous warrior has already pushed hard, his expression becoming more and more distorted.Blue veins bulged on his forehead, like a fish with its eyes open, and the woad battle pattern on his body also glowed with a faint blue light.

But Durucci didn't show any sign of wavering, and remained in a stalemate for a while. He felt that the strength of the native warrior had been exhausted, and then he began to exert strength. The native warrior began to tremble, and then was forced to retreat.

The cheers of the tribe members gradually weakened, and then their expressions became dull, while the Duruccis took it for granted, did not cheer, and maintained their previous appearance.

"What is this?" Dacius didn't know how to evaluate it. You have the body armor of the war pattern, and I have the magic weapon. He recognized the belt wrapped around the waist of Drucci, which seemed to be able to provide the wearer Blessing strength, besides, this Duluqi is also a bit capable, knowing the skills of wrestling, at least he can block the initial attack and stay still.

Ultimately, Durucci managed to push the indigenous warrior's body out of the ring.After a moment of silence, there was applause and cheers all around.

There may be a martial arts competition in the future?

Dacius ignored it and left straight away. In his opinion, Drucci could duel and compete, but he didn't have that sense of universal honor, which was strange and contradictory.Many Drucci would like to be like Commodus, who wears fine armor and poisonous weapons, while the opponent is better off wearing no armor and holding a wooden sword, or a hungry beast that lies on the ground and cannot move. .And the duel still has many details, such as the night before the duel, the moment before the duel, etc...

The same is true for the believers of Edraze. Edraze is the Lord of Blades, not a god of fairness. He advocates fighting to pursue honor, but he does not limit the style of play, as long as he can win, he is very flexible... (End of this chapter)