Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

The bizarre dream gradually faded away, and Daxus woke up slowly. He vaguely remembered dreaming about some scenes from his youth in his previous life, but the specific content was like a reflection in the water, unable to be clearly captured. After struggling with his thoughts for a moment, he sighed and opened his eyes.

His right hand unconsciously rested on his forehead, his brows slightly furrowed, with some residual feelings from the dream still in his mind, while his left hand held Drusala's arm tightly.

"Headache?"

Drusala had stood up, but after feeling the strength of her lover, she paused and then lay back down. She turned sideways and gently leaned close to Dacus, with a look of teasing and concern in her eyes. Her slender fingertips slid along Dacus's cheek, and she moved slightly closer and blew into her lover's pointed ear, with a tone of teasing and doting.

"Hmm..." Daxus responded in a low voice with his eyes closed.

"Then what should we do?" Drusala raised a wicked smile and said in a weird tone. Before she finished speaking, she leaned into Dacus's arms, and their warm breaths blended with each other. Her hands naturally wrapped around Dacus' waist, her cheek rested on Dacus' chest, and she closed her eyes. After a moment, she added in a low voice, her voice as soft as the breeze brushing past her ears, "In this case, lie down for a while."

Feeling the warmth and familiar breath in his arms, Daxu nodded, gently hugged Drusala tighter, and an almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The Sphinx, who was known as the father of the Sandezi Wehrmacht, once met with the great painter. After listening to the great painter's four-hour speech with indifference, he responded succinctly: "From today on, Mr. Great Painter, we have nothing to say to each other!"

The Sphinx is Sickert. What he said is not important. What is important is why the great painter could speak for four hours at a stretch? And this is not an extraordinary performance, but just ordinary basic skills. There is nothing else, just practice. According to the memoirs of the generals and the descriptions of their entourage, it was common for them to speak for four hours at a stretch.

Dacus now admired the great painter from the bottom of his heart. Yesterday afternoon, he staged a standard elven court political drama: Asur court conspiracy, Duruchi midnight... No, this time it was a loud conspiracy in broad daylight. This is the purest court conspiracy in the elven society, very sophisticated. However, what he said yesterday, all together, was only 20,000 words, which was really not much.

Could it be that last night's banquet has made him feel dizzy?

The problem is, he didn't drink much wine, he just drank white grape juice. He spent most of the time playing musical instruments, playing the five-stringed lute, and seriously pretending to be a student of the demigod Liariel.

Not only him, but also Tolandir, Riel and Liariel joined in. The four of them played beautiful music together using different instruments. The notes flowed like water flowing through a silent forest, and the entire banquet hall instantly turned into a palace of music.

Of course, this was just what he thought. He could feel that the other three were just cooperating with him the whole time. There was no art at all and they just wanted to have fun.

As the rhythm became more cheerful, he gradually couldn't hold back, or rather gave up, put the pipa aside, and danced with the war dancers.

Compared with musical instruments, he is better at dancing. His dance steps are lively yet elegant, his movements are full of the lightness and agility of an elf, and occasionally mixed with a hint of exaggeration that makes people laugh, which makes the audience laugh continuously.

Tolandil's dance moves were more natural, as if he had engraved every movement into the rhythm, while Riel simply danced in a slightly casual manner, exuding a relaxed and joyful atmosphere.

And Liariel is worthy of being the demigod of the elves in charge of art. His/her dance steps are as light as a feather, floating in the breeze, with a holy charm, as if his/her every step is integrated with the music, and his/her every move is dazzling.

The crowd in the banquet hall was also infected by them, and the guests joined in one after another. The whole venue turned into a sea of ​​​​joy, with laughter, music and dancing intertwined, as if even time had stopped at this moment, just like nothing happened yesterday afternoon, no court politics, no duel on the field.

Maybe it was because he had too much fun last night that he woke up with a headache? He rubbed his eyebrows and unconsciously raised a smile.

"I want to just lie here forever."

"Then you lie down for a while, I'll go feed the big guy?"

"It really can't be done today."

Dacus sighed. He really wanted to lie down for a while longer, but today was not an option. The banquet last night was not held because of who won yesterday, nor because of the success of the court conspiracy yesterday afternoon. It was because Garros, Whitney and La Plata's people came. He had to go to feed the big guy today because it was very important.

After being "sealed" by the quilt and Drusala for a while, he finally got up and started his indispensable daily routine, a ritualistic routine. In fact, the routine was not complicated, it was just washing and eating, not doing morning exercises...

Genevieve had already washed, and Dacius and Drusala washed their own. He did not need Genevieve to serve him; Genevieve had no intention of serving Drusala; and Drusala had no intention of asking Genevieve to serve her, or of finding another elf maid. Everyone understood each other and washed their own.

Breakfast was already prepared, and Genevieve had already cooked it steaming hot before Dacius got up. After eating, Dacius skillfully braided Drusala's hair and braided Genevieve's hair. His technique was precise and smooth, and it was obviously the result of countless braiding.

After nearly twenty years of living together, the three of them had already formed a fixed tacit understanding. At night, Genevieve always slept on the right side of the bed because she needed to get up easily at night. She had practiced getting up so well that she came and went silently, and Daquus was unaware of it.

Drusala slept on her left side, and Dakus would be the first to know if she got up or lay down.

Everything seems so fixed and patterned, but this fixity and patterning makes the three of them feel safe and satisfied. Everyone has found their own place in this simple and harmonious life, and there is no need to say much about the tacit understanding between each other. It is this day-to-day ordinariness that gives their relationship a solid and profound meaning.

And then nothing happened. After eating, everyone went their own way. Drusala, Genevieve, and Marin made an appointment to relax, and asked God Ha to take them to the south of the province of Chapeuto. In the afternoon, they made an appointment with Daquus to watch the game together.

Unlike the north, the southern part of Chapeiuto Province is full of sunflowers with great ornamental value, and now is the best time to enjoy them. But Dacus has no intention of opening up. One reason is that it is inconvenient and troublesome. Now is not the time to develop tourism in Asheril. Another reason is that he does not think that the Duruchi will leave the game and place bets to admire the sunflowers.

In addition to being an ornamental plant, sunflowers also have edible and agricultural uses. They can be used as green manure, and their plants provide nutrients to the soil after decaying, and their leaves and stems can be used as livestock feed.

Since the start of the festival, the sales of roasted sunflower seeds have been increasing day by day. They are economical, affordable and available in large quantities, and are deeply loved by the Duruchis.

Now, Ashirel has three kinds of cooking oils. One is a small amount of olive oil to meet the needs of the rich and powerful. The other is soybean oil and sunflower oil to meet the needs of the public, livestock, and behemoths. Now, Ashirel's dishes are also very... abstract? There is a kind of beauty that combines the beauty of Eastern Roman, native chicken, and Central and South American dishes.

In addition to the sunflowers, there is also Asheril's energy production base next to it.

Initially, when Chapeyuto sank, its destruction violently severed the network of ley lines connecting Lustria to the southern Zetland, causing energy to explode outward. It was only through the efforts of Master Ma and the placement of many carved stelae that the explosion was controlled.

The Lizardmen avoid the Flame Swamp, which represents a painful memory, a time when they were forced to question their place in the Old Ones' greater plan.

Although wild magic has been contained, the swamp is covered in burn marks and energy often erupts in fountains of fire. Those who need to enter the swamp quickly learn to pay attention to the slightest vibrations under their feet. The slightest tremor may be all the warning they get before a pillar of fire bursts from the ground. The high temperatures also make the swamp an ideal breeding ground for salamanders, who have no problem eating unwary travelers.

But that was all in the past. The eruption stopped, the swamp solidified, and the nodes stabilized. Because it was too close to the coast, the stone tablet was also taken away, and the fire lizards living there also found their own way out. Otherwise, Daquus would not have met the strange fire lizard in the cave further south when he first came. Now, the Flame Swamp has become an energy source for Asheril. A settlement mainly based on labor dispatch has appeared next to the swamp. A large number of labor dispatches use tools to dig a kind of mud that can be burned, that is, peat, also called peat or peat, which is a special organic mineral. It is the plant debris that accumulates in the oxygen-deficient wetland environment. After thousands of years of slow decomposition, a large amount of combustible carbon elements are retained, so it can burn.

The dispatched workers use tools, namely rectangular shovels specially made for digging peat, to dig out the peat, place it on an open ground to dry naturally, and then it can be burned as fuel.

Factories that need fuel will wrap a layer of yellow mud around the peat soil to make a pile with a hole on it. When burning, put a little coal in, and when it is almost done, put the pile in the stove to burn. After about half an hour, you can see the smoke coming out of the pile turning into gas, which can save a lot of coal. After burning, take out the pile and break it up. If there are too many, roll it into balls and burn it again, or grind it up to repel insects.

Since Asheril lacks coal and wood, peat is almost free and will last for a long time. Peat covers about 16% of the Green Isle, or Lan, where people have been digging it since ancient times, using it as a domestic fuel and even for electricity generation.

It doesn't matter if the peat in the Flame Swamp is hollowed out. There is still a whirlpool swamp at the junction of Rosario Province and Anurell Peninsula...

It doesn't matter if the peat in the Whirlpool Swamp is dug out, because by that time we will have already ruled Ulthuan, and the extraction of alcohol-2 and the adaptation of crystals should have been completed.

Daxus went to feed the big guy, and when he went out, he saw Franais and Vetier who had been waiting there. There was no need for formalities, and the three of them didn't need any. After meeting up, they walked towards the depths of the Lizard Community.

Soon, he saw Asanok and Liv waiting there.

Asanok, the old Deng, was still the same, with tangled dreadlocks all over his head, as if he had never thought of washing it thoroughly with the water of the La Plata River. His old and resolute face was covered with elven runes, and the rune at the throat represented Hoss. He was not wearing the personal belongings he found in Altdorf, nor was he wearing the characteristic clothing of Asheril. Instead, he was still wearing the clothing of the Aiel Woodland Kin, full of natural breath.

A thousand years had not made him emaciated, but rather strong and robust, with veins bulging on his hand holding the golden and silver tree staff and on his arm exposed outside his clothes. He waved when he saw Daquus, then stood there holding the golden and silver tree staff again.

"Where's Otto? He drank quite a bit last night."

After hugging Liv, Darkus asked casually.

From bottom to top, Liv wore a pair of well-made brown leather boots with rubber soles, light-colored overalls, a brown-green shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and a carefully woven straw hat. Without those accessories, she looked like a girl working on the farm, a milkmaid, rather than a spellcaster and fortune-teller with high-level spellcasting power, the famous prophetess of Athel Loren.

In his opinion, Liv is in a better mental state now than before. She looks hundreds of years younger, radiant, and shining. Come to think of it, after all, now she doesn't have to worry about the safety of Athel Loren all the time, and she doesn't have to travel back and forth through the world roots.

"I'm sleeping and still drunk." After greeting Wettier, Liv adjusted the brim of her straw hat and said with a smile.

Otto is Liv's partner, an owl with a long life span, an owl who somehow suddenly likes to drink. He is an owl with a strong addiction to alcohol. After a few sips, he began to fly unsteadily, and then flew into Liv's arms, closed his eyes, kicked his legs, and fell asleep with his legs spread out.

"This..." Dacus shook his head halfway through his sentence, and then asked, "Are you going to watch the game this afternoon?"

"Go, cheer for Kerillian!" Liv nodded with a smile.

"Can I go and communicate with that person?" Asanok pointed to the top of the Western Star Pyramid.

"Sorry, he will be attending as a special guest this afternoon." Dacus shook his head and denied it. Shakspaty had to go to the archery competition today.

"Then I'll go too."

"Then..." Daxu pointed to the cart next to him.

While he was talking, the tarpaulin had been opened by Franais and Wettier, and the car was full of large pieces of meat. Franais patted it casually with his hands, smelled it, frowned in disgust, then took out the thorn blade, hooked up a large piece of meat like a meat hook, held it in his hand, and waited. And Wettier carried a large piece of meat on each shoulder like a laborer.

He also took out the rapier, hooked a piece, and walked towards the big guy's residence.

That truckload of meat came from La Plata and was not on the table last night, otherwise... it would have been another high-intensity obedience test and high-level mental abuse.

Sometimes it was Flanais and Vertir who came to feed, sometimes it was Drusala and Genevieve who came to feed, four spirits and one ghost, arranged in three shifts, taking turns. No matter how they were arranged, Flanais and Vertir would come when Daxus came...

Today... is a little special, which is why he insisted on coming here to feed the big guy today.

"Have you eaten?" Daxus asked casually as he left.

"no!"

"no!"

Asanok and Liv said in unison. They knew what Daqius was asking about, not breakfast, but the meat in his hand.

Seeing the big guy wagging his tail and baring his teeth like a big dog, Daxus didn't say anything polite. He simply took out the blade and threw a large piece of meat down.

Before the meat hit the ground, the big guy jumped up nimbly, grabbed the piece of meat accurately with his sharp teeth, and tore it apart with a snap, but blood slid down his throat.

Daxus took the meat handed to him by Flanais and Vetier and threw it in again. The big guy wagged his tail excitedly and made a low and satisfied purr.

Then there is no more then.

Unlike before, today, he didn't have the idea of ​​jumping in and playing with the big guy while he was eating. Although the big guy never guarded the food, if he showed a little desire to eat, the big guy would even give the food to him. What a good cold lizard. But today he didn't have the courage to jump in because he was afraid that the big guy would bite him.

He didn't want to be chased around by the big guy under the gazes of Flanais, Vetier, Asanok and Liv. That scene would be... too funny.

"It seems that there is nothing wrong?" He held his left elbow with his right hand, and muttered softly with his left hand in front of his mouth. (End of this chapter)