Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

The flavor pack was loaded, but the actual filling... Daxus was in trouble, and it was a big trouble. In theory, system establishment was the most difficult, but for him it was not a problem.

The trouble he encountered... was related to naming. He was so bad at naming that he didn't know how to name something.

Valahir means "Chain Maker" in Drushil. It was originally created by Malekith. It is a typical honorific title, or a combination of court honorific and administrative honorific, symbolizing that the holder of the honorific has the right to turn prisoners of war into slaves, rather than just killing them or demanding ransom.

The holder of this honorific is the commander of the army, responsible for leading the army of the city of Naggaroth, whose main task is to protect the city from the threat of Chaos forces and monsters, and fought alongside Malekith during the attack on Ulthuan. In theory, the Valahir assists the Night Wardens, as they are only the commanders of the army, have no administrative power, are the next level of the Night Wardens, and must obey the orders of the Night Wardens in normal times.

Now, Dorien standing in front of Daxus is Valahar of Asheril. In theory, Dorien is the most prominent in the current Duruchi military system, because Asheril is not just a city, it is special because it is not a city or a province, but a region.

According to administrative divisions, Aishriel is a full-fledged region. Excluding the province of Anurel occupied by Asur, Aishriel currently has six provinces.

To put it in terms that those who understand can understand, it is a certain war zone.

In comparison, Dorion should be the commander of the military district, one of the most dazzling in the military system. In the Eastern Roman system, he was the one with the highest annual salary, a full 2800 pounds, nomismas, and this was just the annual salary.

So, Valahal... is a little inappropriate, but we can't call him the military district commander, that's too weird. If we use Eastern Roman words... it doesn't seem to fit in. The military district of Eastern Rome is a combination of military and politics, and the highest executive is the governor, but Eastern Rome doesn't call it that. Rome has its own flavor package, called the general.

Dacus is not crazy enough to integrate the military and politics, so there is no need to study him. Just call him the even weirder Jiedushi.

Military governor? Military commander? Sword-wielding guard? Commander-in-chief outside the palace?
This is still about the military. The education system is also a troublesome matter. It involves era, religion, system, etc., and the list can be expanded a lot.

A master of rhetoric?

The elven education system is similar to that of the Eastern Romans. In the Eastern Romans, there are three levels. The initiatory teachers teach young children the basics of reading, writing, and counting. The grammar teachers teach older children literature and language. Finally, the rhetoric teachers teach young people rhetoric, the art of speaking clearly, understandably, and persuasively. The elven education system is similar, except that there are magic and various branches of knowledge.

Hearing the noise, Dacus looked towards the direction where the sound came from. He decided that there had to be a bureaucratic system, and he planned to cut down on it on a modern basis, eliminating some departments and giving some power to Hei.

This black is the black in "Red and Black", representing the power of the cult.

Legislation, administration and justice must be in the hands of bureaucrats, and controlled by the Phoenix King's Phoenix Court. This is beyond doubt. To be more specific, there is also a bureaucratic office in the Hailan Hub, responsible for supervising and recording the tax evasion between the cult and believers. This is what he and Serene had agreed on long ago. To be more specific...

Red and black, red is the army, black is the church, and white? Representing bureaucracy? It can't be gray, that's too unmetaphorical.

He is only responsible for setting up the system. At present, Drucci's system cannot support this system. One reason is that there are not so many people and not so many qualified talents. He alone needs to take on multiple roles. The other reason is that Drucci is currently taking the army-first route.

But he knew that when the number of people in the organization rose to a certain critical threshold, the difficulty of management would increase exponentially, and hierarchical management was inevitable. This was determined by the physiological limit, and the elves were no better than humans in this regard. He didn't want to sleep only four hours a day and work overtime until midnight every day. If he did that, he would die before he could reign in Ulthuan. Is Walter now older than before he set out? Haggard, if the system is not set up, Walter may be the first to fall.

Violence is the basis of rule. This is not only Malekith's way of ruling, but Dacuus also agrees with this. But unlike Malekith, he believes that violence cannot be maintained to the point of destroying human flesh. This is a great waste and unnecessary. The best example is the current situation of Naggaroth. He believes that as long as violence is maintained to a necessary limit, it can ensure coercive power and let everyone know who holds the gun.

In essence, this is the insignificance of an individual in the face of an organization. No matter how many mobs there are, they are nothing compared to the organization.

Moreover, he firmly believed that "order" was powerful, and the source of power was "efficiency". The worst order was better than the best chaos. For two ethnic groups with the same potential, the one with basic order would have less internal friction, stronger combat effectiveness, and more advantages when plundering resources from larger external systems. This was the power of "organization", and it was one of the reasons for Malekith's several failures, and it was the main reason.

Economy is the foundation of politics. The original intention of any organization is efficiency. Management cannot be decentralized indefinitely. This involves diminishing marginal utility. Another thing is that once the bureaucracy becomes stable, the monster of bureaucracy will inevitably be born. This monster will not only devour the resources within the system itself, but also increase proportionally or even excessively as the organization becomes stronger, resulting in the inability to expand the benefits generated by order indefinitely.

Therefore, he must both establish and restrict the bureaucratic system. Moreover, a power vacuum will occur in areas where the bureaucratic system cannot reach. At this time, there will definitely be people who realize the existence of this and stand up to fight for this vacuum space and establish their own order.

This kind of existence is not a saint, most of them are powerful, clans, or the black of red and black, their main purpose is to establish their own order and have profit space. During this period, there will be repeated pulling and even being replaced, but in the end, it will definitely maintain a certain balance and reach a steady state, specifically 404...

This is also one of the reasons why he brought up religion and religious groups.

Order is his core. It is good to have a huge system there, just like making a cake, which motivates Drucci and others to do a good job. There are many benefits. In the subsequent preparation years, some outstanding talents will be allowed to enter the system.

There was no need to make any drastic adjustments after the Reign of Ulthuan. The Red, White and Black system was already there, ready-made, and had been running for a hundred years and was excellent and mature. Otherwise, how could the Reign of Ulthuan be possible? The success of the Reign of Ulthuan showed that there was no problem with the system. It only required appropriate fine-tuning according to the actual situation and filling it in directly. It could both appease the Asur, absorb the Asrai and Ainir, and quickly restore order and production.

As for titles and honorifics, he was not going to make a fuss about them. After returning to Naggaroth, he submitted the system to Malekith, and he was only responsible for explaining the specific content and powers. After that, it was Malekith's business. Such an important matter must make Malekith feel a little involved, right? He also wanted to see what his brother Zhongma could do and whether he could compete with Alexios in the air.

What happens in the future... No matter how good a system structure is, entropy will increase. As time goes by, the maintenance cost will become higher and higher, and it will inevitably become a pile of shit.

The high maintenance cost constantly consumes the resources in the system. The total consumption of resources makes people in the advantageous ecological niche tighten their own resources, and the resources that can flow to people in the disadvantaged ecological niche become even tighter. This exacerbates the conflicts between everyone. Maintaining the entire system requires more resources, and internal friction consumes more resources, weakening the risk resistance of the entire system.

The increase of entropy in a closed system is irreversible. If you want to reduce entropy, you must introduce increments from outside the system. The new increments will dilute the weight of the original advantageous ecological niche, while creating new ecological niches, reducing the intensity of competition and alleviating conflicts among everyone.

When the shit mountain is diluted to a certain extent, it can be reconstructed. It's too far away, so far that he can't see it at all. Maybe he can learn from the spaceship left by the ancient saints and fly into space. As for yesterday's meeting, it was nothing. The meeting revolved around Walter's detailed explanation of the development of Asheril in recent years. It was a typical report meeting.

Based on rich data, examples and analysis, Watt comprehensively demonstrated the progress and changes in various fields of Aishriel in recent years. Whether it was economic growth, infrastructure construction of cities and bases, or technological innovation, he gave detailed explanations one by one.

The other participants, Maranul and Cowell, listened carefully and took notes. Krakarond was different from other Naggaroth cities. Anasara and Newkel, a mother and son, served as Night Wardens and Valahal. There was no competition, such as Valahal secretly killing the Night Warden and becoming the Night Warden.

Newker is in charge of the daily affairs of the city, and mother and son discuss major matters, such as cleaning, knife work, personnel changes, profit sharing, etc. Anasara, who stays in the Tower of Destruction, basically does not ask about daily affairs, but she will know what is going on, so that she can control it and have a clear idea. Usually she only attends and presides over various meetings that she must attend, such as Haniel Hara.

When the Great Purge is over and Maranur and Cowell return to Krakalond, power will be transferred, but the old model will be used. The only difference is that the relationship has changed from mother and son to uncle and brother-in-law. Power will be shared, 60% to 40% or 50% to 50%. As for the specific amount and other things, that is a matter between the two of them.

Daxus was relieved about this, because the Hell's Disaster Family was always there, and his gate was still there.

After the first section, the discussion session began. He, Drusala, Tolandil, Dorian and Chupakoko took the stage. The participants had a heated discussion around Watt's speech. They put forward their own views and questions on the problems Watt encountered, and tried to combine their experience in their respective fields to analyze whether some of Asheril's experience was applicable to Naggaroth.

As the person in charge of petitions, inkstones and first-class confidential secretary, Flanais was responsible for recording the contents of the entire meeting.

During the interaction, the participants not only gained a deep understanding of the development of Aishriel, but also learned valuable experience and inspired new ideas. The whole meeting ended in a relaxed and constructive atmosphere. It was just that the meeting lasted a long time, after all, Aishriel is too big.

Dacus glanced at a bustling inn not far away. It was still morning, but the entrance to the inn was already crowded. The endless stream of visitors might have formed a long queue under the influence of what happened not far away. He knew that these visitors were waiting to visit Drex. Judging from their attire, they were mostly sailors or mercenaries. Maybe they wanted to pay money? Maybe they wanted to recommend themselves? Maybe they wanted to pay taxes?
Perhaps, the Drex in the hotel was not wearing a suit and petting a cat like the Godfather, but what he did was basically the same.

The premise of order is to establish some kind of universal consensus, which is law at the national level and something else in the vacuum, such as debts of favor. The coercive force provided by violence is deterrence, which can be flexibly adjusted by the subject of violence in specific practice. Failure to enforce it can be tolerance, and enforcement is discipline. As long as violence exists, there will be fear and hesitation, which guarantees the authority of the organizer.

At the meeting that day, he actually gave Drex the right to collect taxes in disguise. After the meeting, no one dared to touch Drex, and there was no way to assassinate him.

As for how Drex operates, that is his business. Perhaps he may also, like the old Godfather, exchange favors for a large number of votes after the order is stabilized, and arbitrage with the mainstream order or something.

Dacus and Serene didn't care about this. Drex was a manifestation of the system. He was more of a social experiment, creating a not-so-clever dream for the middle and lower-class Druks, but he believed that this dream was feasible and not out of reach.

"Oh, I'm a little envious. He is really in the limelight now. Look at him, he has become the most dazzling star in Chapeuto. If he continues like this, I'm afraid the lizards will line up with fish to give to him!" He couldn't help shaking his head with a teasing smile on his lips.

As soon as he finished speaking, Flanais and Dorian, who were standing beside him, looked at each other and burst into laughter. The sea breeze from the port blew across their clothes, as if they were also infected by the joyful atmosphere.

Just as Dorian was about to say something with his mouth wide open, he saw a scene in the distance. His smiling face instantly became serious. He greeted Daquus apologetically and left.

Daxus glanced at it casually and shook his head.

Now, the air at Chapeuto Pier was filled with tension and oppression, orderly but suffocating. The Desperate Herald was parked at the edge of the port, and the plunder ship was constantly transferring a large number of labor dispatches to the pier.

After these humans, who were so weak that they were about to be blown down by the wind, came ashore, they were driven by the dark elf soldiers into a slow and silent queue. Everyone lowered his head with empty eyes, not daring to look around, let alone meet the eyes of the closely guarded dark elf soldiers and lizardmen.

They passed through checkpoint after checkpoint, accepting routine searches with expressionless faces, and every movement was mechanical and numb, as if their souls had long been stripped away, leaving only corpse-like bodies. The terrifying dark elves around them watched all this indifferently, the weapons in their hands flashed coldly, and their merciless eyes seemed to announce that any resistance would be met with ruthless suppression.

At one of the checkpoints, a heart-pounding trial had just ended.

Drusala's figure looked particularly cold in the sunlight. A Chaos follower executed by her collapsed on the ground, and a pool of blood gradually spread on the stone slabs.

The Chaos believer who fell dead still had his eyes wide open, as if he still couldn't understand his fate at the last moment of his life, or still had a little desperate protest against this cruel world. Even worse than him was his companion who was following behind him. Before he could resist, his companion was so weak that he collapsed to the ground and couldn't get up.

Drusala raised her head and glanced down condescendingly, then waved her hand. As she moved, the surrounding lizardmen pulled up the hot-blooded creature that was lying limp on the ground and threw it into the mouth of a giant snake.

Chaos followers are the best sacrifices for Sotek. This is a new idea that Daxus got when he was in the Moon City. When he returns to Naggaroth, he plans to bring a few giant snakes and raise them in a snake pit.

No one in the labor dispatch line dared to look up at what was happening, and they dared not make a sound, as if they were afraid that the slightest noise would bring the shadow of death to themselves. Everyone held their breath and walked carefully, as if they were stepping on thin broken ice, and if they were not careful, they would fall into an abyss from which there was no return.

The dark elves were not moved by the death and sacrifice of the wizards. They still maintained order ruthlessly, occasionally slashing the handles and fists of their knives at the slow-moving dispatched laborers. The air was filled with the breath of death and cruelty, and the suffocating pressure turned Chapeiuto into a silent hell.

The sea in the distance was calm, but every dispatched worker on the dock knew that this unfamiliar environment had become another silent cage, and all they could do was wait for the ruthless manipulation of fate.

But it wasn't that bad actually... At least there were limited portions of delicious food and water waiting for them at the resettlement point near the city. The reason for the limited quantity was to maintain order and to avoid being stuffed to death since they had come this far. (End of this chapter)