Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Although the dining table is Chinese style, it is not placed in a private room, but in a slightly open space. The venue is magical, there is no amplification when speaking softly, and no echo when speaking loudly.

When the guests arrived, Daxus, the landlord, stood up. His action was like a signal. All the elves present, whether landlords or guests, stood up one after another, even Chupakoko stood up.

"Modax."

"Skarandir."

"Splintwin."

"Well, this one..." There were four guests, but Daxus only wanted to introduce three of them. He shook his head and gave a look to the last guest.

There is a temple in Tal Litanel, and in the temple there is a… no, there is a tower, the Dragon Tower, and in the tower there is a dragon. Now, Bajir has settled there and become the owner of the Dragon Tower. The guests came from Lauren Loren, and they were not very surprised when they saw the red dragon in human form. After all, they had seen it before, and there was a foreshadowing, and Dacus also talked about the red dragon on the way to the Mask Palace.

Of course, there was still some shock. Sieglin and Finarfin, who came from Twilight Fortress, had never been to Lauren Lauren, and had never seen Basil who could chat and laugh at the banquet. Now... it was inevitable that they were shocked when they saw a human-shaped dragon appear in front of them for the first time.

"Skakuzar!" Wearing a toga mainly black with red embellishments, Skakuzar nodded slightly to Daquus, then looked around the audience with his dragon eyes flashing with flames. In his heavy eyes, there was a subtle hint of complex emotions of nostalgia and anger.

Except for Beloda, the other Asur looked at each other in bewilderment, not knowing what Daxus was trying to say and why the red dragon showed such malice.

"Seeing you, I remembered that I have a name! A name that was given to me." He took a deep breath, and spoke in a low voice with a resonant sound. His Elsalin was pure and fluent, unlike some superficial imitations, but had a deep ancient charm, with a hint of the unique accent of the Kingdom of Caledor.

"Elendak!" He finally uttered the name, and his voice vibrated low in the air.

There is no doubt that the Asurs were shocked. With their family background, there was no reason why they had not heard of the name Elendak. The War of Revenge had ended a thousand years ago, but now Elendak, who had almost run through the entire War of Revenge, appeared in front of them.

"The Dragon of Elandreel?" There was no moment of silence. The moment Eltharion heard the name, he blurted it out.

"Malok?" Karahir asked, thinking of something. The moment he asked, he heard a voice. At first he thought he had heard it wrong, or that he had said it wrong? But the feedback from the people around him told him that he had heard it right, and that he had not said it wrong. He looked at the focus of everyone's attention with an expression of disbelief.

The next second, except for Chupacoco who was still struggling with the napkin, everyone in the venue turned their eyes to look at Eltharion. Their expressions and eyes were filled with various emotions: brother, you are really brave, speechless, admiring, watching the fun, joking...

Marin, standing by, looked at Eltharion with anger.

Bel-Ahor on the other side looked at Isharion with a speechless expression. Perhaps his father's decision at that time was wrong. He should not have let Isharion come, but let his brother Yelian come. In his opinion, his brother and Isharion were extremely similar in some aspects, and what else could he do if his brother came? Unlike now, he could only pull Isharion's arm and remind him.

In the distance, Dacreus looked at Eltharion with a "you idiot" expression. He just wanted Malok to tease the Asur and let them feel the history unfold before their eyes. He never expected... he never expected that what is a close-range attack? This is it!
Elendark means the Dragon and the Sword of Elendrell in the Elsalin language. Of course, this is a nice way to say it. It can also be understood as the Dog and the Servant. Is this something that can be said? Just know it, there is no need to say it.

"Hmm?" Malok's eyes suddenly turned cold, his eyes were burning like fire, and his low tone was filled with rage. The dragon of Elendrell was his shackles in the past, the shame he carried under the slavery of the Asur. And at this moment, an Asur easily opened up the old scars he wanted to forget.

The air suddenly became tense, and everyone felt a sense of oppression. That was the power that Malok released silently.

"Skakuzar, please accept our sincere apology. Eltharion's words were not offensive, he... just made a mistake for a moment." Marlene took a deep breath and suppressed her displeasure. As the head of the delegation, she had to stand up at this time. She stepped forward and stood beside Eltharion, nodded in greeting, and spoke steadily. There was no nobleness unique to Asur in her tone, but her eyes were firm and gentle.

However, Malok's anger did not dissipate. He stared at Marlene, and the fire in his eyes seemed to reflect the pain and humiliation of his past.

"Skakuzar, the past is the past. We are here to create the future, aren't we?" At this moment, Springwin gently pulled Skakuzar's arm, his red scales glowing dimly in the dim light, and his eyes were full of consolation.

Everyone knows their own business. He and Skakuzar had a common experience, but there were some subtle differences. He gave a reserved persuasion so as not to remind Skakuzar of the fact that he sold out his teammates and arouse Skakuzar's greater anger. After saying that, he looked at Marlene.

"Perhaps you are right, but I can never let go of certain names." Malok's expression eased slightly, but the anger still lingered in his eyes. He retracted his gaze, slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, as if suppressing the anger in his heart, and responded to Springtwine in a low voice.

Dacus looked at Modax, and after sensing his gaze, Modax looked at him for a second, and then they both returned to their previous state, neither ready to say anything, nor ready to do anything. The step was there, but it was not enough. He and Modax could not lean towards one side or take sides, which was not good.

At this moment, Isharion realized his own recklessness, and a look of regret and apology appeared on his face. He seemed to want to apologize, but was speechless because of the pressure from the people around him and his own pride.

Bel-Ahor next to him patted Isharion's shoulder helplessly and sighed softly. At this moment, he couldn't say anything or do anything. If he could, he really wanted to say something on Isharion's behalf.

"Our words and actions were ill-considered. Please forgive us for our momentary recklessness. We hope that the shadow of the past will no longer be an obstacle between us." Marlene apologized again.

Marlock opened his eyes, his gaze cooled and no longer burned, as if he was reminiscing about his lost years. Then, he looked at Daquus and nodded slightly, reluctantly accepting the apology.

"Lie Yi, how are your preparations going?" Daquus asked casually after sitting down again.

"The championship is ours!" Springwin sat next to Chupacoco, with one hand on the back of Chupacoco's chair and the other on the table. He looked sideways at the little guy Chupacoco. After hearing Daquus's voice, he said confidently, as if the championship was already firmly in his hands, even though the first game had not even started yet.

"The championship is ours! This is our gift...to Umak!" At this time, Chupakoko stood up and refuted in the not-so-fluent Elsalin language, each word was full of passion and determination.

"Oh?" Malok folded his arms on the table and leaned his head out to look at Chupakoko who was blocked by Springtwin.

"The championship is ours!" Chupacoco's figure stood out in the shadow of Splinterwin, but his eyes burned with fearless fire. He jumped onto the chair, his long tail swinging in the air, and he announced loudly to Splinterwin and Malok again, with a firmness in his voice, as if declaring his confidence.

"Little guy, winning the championship is not enough just by relying on confidence. Let's talk about gifts when you encounter real challenges in the field." Springwin sneered, turned around slightly, clasped his arms, with a scornful smile on the corners of his mouth.

"Hmph! Don't underestimate us! The Ancient Saints will protect us and leave you red dragons dumbfounded! Dumbfounded!" Chupakoko, feeling despised, became even more unconvinced. He waved his hands high, almost trembling with excitement. Perhaps because of his excitement, a steady stream of fluent Elsalin came out of his mouth.

"I hope your confidence can be transformed into strength on the court. Then you will know what real power is!" Malok raised his eyebrows slightly and sneered.

Darkus, who was listening from a distance, smiled. Time and experience have made Chupakoko more sophisticated and mature than before. Facing the provocation of the red dragon, Chupakoko did not tell the configuration of the Lizardmen team, nor did he point out the disadvantages of the red dragon team.

Lizardmen include skinks, subspecies chameleons, lizardmen, giant lizards, and Slann. And now, snakemen? Slann will definitely not play. How can they play? Do they really treat Chengyu as an e-sports chair and hit it? There is no other way. Can they run on the field? It would be better to put a great unclean one on the field. Besides, magic is forbidden on the field.

Snake people? There really are. As far as he knows, there are two of them, one on the field and one as a substitute. Snake people are very fast when moving on flat ground, can coil up close, and have four arms when touching the ball... except that they can't jump and their tails can't be stepped on.

Blood Bowl Rugby has many rules and techniques. The surging power and necessary violence are not everything. The fist can whistle towards the opponent's face, but the prerequisite is that it must touch the opponent.

Skin lizards who have been with monitor lizards for a long time have unique skills. They not only know how to sit on the shoulders of monitor lizards, but also know the activities and attack range of monitor lizards. When fighting, they will not stand stupidly in the attack range of monitor lizards and be smashed away by hammers and clubs. They will stand on the side to protect the flank of monitor lizards. The straight line between two points is the shortest. When the monitor lizard turns around, they will not go around, but directly drill into the crotch. I can only say that at the beginning, everyone thinks they are so good and plays blindly. After playing a few times, they will not use this set of words when provoking each other, but change a set of words.

Scarandil did not join in the provocation against Chupakoko, but stared at Maranul in the distance. He had no interest in football or anything like that, so he did not participate. He was not interested in this banquet either, and this was not his first time to participate. Every time he ate with the elves, he did not eat so well, and sometimes he was even hungrier after eating. In the past, he would have tried to eat his fill, but that was in the past. He just wanted to finish as soon as possible, find something else to eat, and then go back to sleep, but there was no other way, because he was Maranul's partner.

Maranul received the signal and winked, then passed the signal to Dacus.

"Then... let's start?" Dacus smiled after receiving the signal, and looked around the venue, his eyes passing over the faces of every relative, partner, and friend. Although he was asking, he was already clapping his hands gently.

Serene and Liariel have their own things to do and will not attend this time; Master Xia has no interest in the banquet; some of the people in Chapeiuto, such as Duruch, Ainir and Aslai, did not attend either. The followers of Edreze, led by Bainie, Celile and Seonlan, were making preparations, training, studying tactics, and preparing to achieve results. They only sent a few representatives and those who wanted to come.

Some are in other places or have other things to do. After Caerleon finishes driving the train, he will train and participate in the chariot race as a driver of the white team. Whitney in Ashirel City; Ilanya who is responsible for preparing the festival; Garros in Potosí; Gilead and the two brothers of the Denaris family in Rosario Province; Alisha, Liv, Asanoak and so on in La Plata. They will have to wait for a while to come.

The reason why he didn't decide to start was that he was waiting. There were still two people who hadn't arrived. Now, he decided not to wait any longer.

Several dining carts were slowly pushed to the center of the hall, with wheels making a slight rolling sound on the floor. Various unopened bottles of wine and drinks were neatly placed on each cart, with labels indicating the origin and variety placed in front of the bottles, so that guests could choose freely. Various bottle openers were thoughtfully prepared on the dining carts, and the cup racks next to them were filled with highball glasses and barrel-shaped whiskey glasses, creating a free and casual atmosphere.

"They are all wines and drinks produced in Asheril, with labels on them. You can choose what you want to drink and how you want to drink it. You can open it yourself and pour it yourself. It's up to you. It doesn't matter how much you drink." Daxus pointed to the dining car and introduced enthusiastically.

From fruity red wine to crystal clear white wine, there is everything, as well as heavy-bodied, smoky whiskey. To satisfy all tastes, there are also refreshing beers suitable for the taste of elves; rum made from sugar cane, not the dregs after sugar is squeezed; chicha wine certified by the lizardmen; slightly sour apple cider, and a special Asherel special brewed honey wine, exuding a light sweet aroma. In addition to alcohol, there are also white grape juice and peach juice that Daxus particularly likes and can be drunk as beverages, ensuring that all guests can find a drink that suits them.

Dacus first picked out a bottle of wine and gestured to Drusala, and when he saw Drusala smiling and nodding as she was placing the glasses, he picked out another bottle of wine, then took out a bottle of his favorite white grape juice, and then took out a corkscrew.

After opening it, he poured the wine into the goblet in front of Drusala, but he didn't fill it up, only one-third, because it was full of sayings and tricks. Then he put another bottle of wine in the empty space between him and Maranul, and then opened the one he wanted to drink and filled it up directly.

At the same time, the guests were choosing and pouring their own drinks, or choosing and pouring for each other. Cowell did not sit next to Alatar, but sat next to Kerillian, and kept showing his courtesy to Kerillian. Belloda did not sit next to Marlene, but sat next to Franais.

Chupacoco grabbed his favorite chicha without hesitation. He completely ignored the bottle opener on the dining car, clamped the bottle between his legs, inserted the nail of his right thumb into the cork, exerted force on his shoulder, and with a crisp sound of "pop!", he pulled the cork out. He bit the cork in his mouth, threw it away casually, and then raised the bottle directly, tilted his head back and drank happily. The sound of gulping down the wine attracted some amazement and joyful laughter in the venue.

The three Red Dragon generals were treated specially. The other dining carts were pushed around the table and the guests chose their food, but they were different. Three carts full of drinks were parked directly behind them. Their drinking style was also quite rough. They chose strong whiskey with a high strength, one bottle each, plus a handful of spicy and hot dried chilies specially prepared for them.

Their nails were as sharp as knives. When the bottle turned a circle, the bottle mouth and the cork inside were cut open. They each grabbed a handful of dried chili peppers and stuffed them into their mouths. The hot stimulation instantly ignited their taste buds, and then they brought the mouth of the whiskey bottle to their mouths, tilted their heads back and drank it down in big gulps. The spiciness of the liquor and the heat of the chili peppers intertwined together. The unique heat-resistant physique of the Red Dragons allowed them to drink extremely boldly.

The aroma of wine, the spiciness of chili peppers, and the strength of whiskey mixed into a stimulating atmosphere that permeated the venue.

Modax, who was standing by, was slowly opening a bottle of red wine with a corkscrew. She slowly unscrewed the cork and poured the wine into the goblet. Her movements were delicate and sophisticated, forming a sharp contrast with the rough drinking style of the three admirals. When she caught a glimpse of the three admirals' bold behavior, she shook her head slightly and then took a sip of the wine.

She closed her eyes and felt the delicate layers of wine spreading in her mouth, immersed in her own world, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. However, the loud laughter beside her and the pungent smell of chili peppers drifted into her nose. After swallowing the wine, she opened her eyes, raised her glass to Daquus and the three generals, and sipped gently.

Each red dragon has his own style, whether it is bold or elegant, it is their proud and unique mark. There is no elegance, nor vulgarity, the main theme is freedom and casualness, do whatever you want.

Gagarin did not understand the eating habits of the nobility and did not know how to use tableware. When drinking black tea with the empress, he took out the lemon slices and ate them. When Napoleon was crowned, he did not kneel on the ground, but directly picked up the crown and put it on his head.

Etiquette is just a surface, it is face, strength is the inside. Without the inside, there is naturally no face. Rules are set.

On the other side, Dacus did not shake his wine glass. He greeted Drusala and Maranul on his left and right, then greeted the guests who greeted him, then raised his head and drank the grape juice in the glass.

Marlene elegantly poured a glass of red wine and tilted the glass gently to observe the color and transparency of the wine, judging the variety, age and quality of the wine by the color. She found that the color of the wine was very dark, ruby-red, and shiny. It was recently brewed, but it was clear and had no impurities or sediment. She gently shook the glass to release the aroma of the wine while observing the legs on the wall of the glass. The legs were thick and contained a high amount of alcohol.

Then, she took her first sniff, and the natural aroma came to her face. The aroma was rich, with different layers, exuding delicate fruity aroma and a hint of warm tannins.

After she finished smelling the aroma, she turned her head and looked at Fenrir who had also reached this step. Fenrir, who was about to taste the aroma, looked at her and raised his glass to her. She also raised her glass and then tasted the aroma.

She first tasted the wine by sipping it, letting it stay in her mouth for a few seconds, chewing it gently in her mouth to feel the acidity, sweetness, fullness of the body, and tannins. After completing this step, she began to inhale to enhance the perception of the aroma, and after swallowing it, she felt the aftertaste of the wine in her mouth.

When the tasting was over, she looked at Fenrir again. When Fenrir nodded to her after finishing the tasting, she also nodded.

"Ms. Marin, the wine you drink is produced in the Aishriel Region, Cuyo Province. As for the winery, there is none at the moment, but that's not important. What do you think?" Daxus, who had filled his glass again, looked over and asked with a hint of curiosity.

Except for the three generals and Chupacoco who were drinking heavily, the elves and Modax present stopped what they were doing and looked at Marlene.

"The wine has a strong fruity aroma and rich layers. It is a top-notch product. Asriel's brewing skills are excellent." Marin, who had seen many storms, raised her glass to greet Daquus, then took a sip, feeling the aroma of the wine blooming in her mouth. After a moment, she smiled and answered softly.

Dacus nodded with satisfaction. He was very satisfied with Marlene's answer. He didn't say anything he shouldn't say, or anything else. He decided to give one item to Marlene and Fenrir, but he wasn't in a hurry. There was no need to say it now. He raised his glass, his voice loud and passionate, as if he wanted to inject this wish into every glass of wine.

"Then I will use this wine to toast you all!"

Seeing this, the guests put down what they were holding and stood up to respond to his respect. The elves looked solemn, and the goblets in their hands reflected the luster of various colors of wine in the dim light. Chupakoko excitedly raised the bottle, and the three generals of the Red Dragon also stopped their rough drinking and raised the bottle to respond.

"May the world last forever, and may we coexist forever!" Daxus looked around at everyone, took a deep breath, and said loudly with full of pride.

His voice echoed in the hall, carrying an ancient solemnity, as if it was a blessing that spanned the ages. This heroic speech moved everyone present. Elves from all over the world and from all branches nodded slightly, raised their glasses solemnly, and drank the wine in the glasses. The red dragons raised their heads, and a glimmer of pride flashed in their fiery pupils. Chupakoko looked serious and raised the bottle high, as if this was a sacred ceremony.

At this moment, the barriers seemed to be melted away, the atmosphere became lively, and the entire venue was filled with a rare harmony and resonance, as if in this brief moment of tranquility, all ethnic groups recognized and respected each other, and enjoyed this moment of peace and celebration together.

"Praise the Ancient Saints!"

"Long live forever!"

"Praise Asuryan!"

"Long live!"

At this moment, a figure quietly appeared. She had a typical human face and a dignified expression. Under the gaze of the elves, lizardmen, and red dragons present, she slowly walked over. Her every move was full of elegance and calmness, as if she was confident and calm without any external interference. (End of this chapter)