Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

"How was your trip in Chapeuto these days? You wouldn't stay in the camp drinking all day." Daxus put down his wine glass, gently stroked the rim of the glass with his fingers, raised a relaxed smile at the corner of his mouth, and his tone became more casual.

"What do you think?" Fenrir raised his eyebrows and glanced at Daquus.

"I think... you might go to one or two places, pick the most remote alleys, or go to the Western Star Pyramid to communicate with Shi Lan, or just wander around the outskirts of Chapeyuto to avoid the crowds." Daxus chuckled.

"You really know me, but you're only half right." Fenrir raised his wine glass and tapped the rim with his knuckles.

"Oh?" Daxus' eyes lit up and he motioned Fenrir to continue.

"I watched a few games, they were very exciting. I went to the dock and stood there, which reminded me of my hometown. The smell was the same, salt, sea breeze, and mixed rust. But my hometown is much quieter than here, and there are no black marble ships anchored outside the port." Fenrir paused for a moment and continued, "I also went to the Hailan Hub and stood outside and watched for a long time."

"The Hailan Hub is indeed worth a look. It is one of my core designs in Chapeiuto. It is not just a building, but also a symbol of the system. What do you think?" Daxus nodded, ignoring the sarcasm in Fenrir's words, and asked with a deep look in his eyes.

"It's complicated... but also very efficient. This kind of place interweaves power, wealth, and faith. It is indeed suitable for an ambitious person like you." Fenrir looked down at the wine glass, thought for a moment, and spoke slowly. There was a hint of ridicule in his tone, but no malice.

"Thank you for your recognition. As for... an ambitious person? Then let me be an ambitious person. I never deny it." Dacus smiled.

Fenrir raised his head and looked directly at Dacus with his deep blue eyes. His eyes were mixed with exploration, scrutiny, and some complicated emotions, as if he was trying to read some answer from Dacus's expression.

Daxus did not avoid it, nor did he feel any uneasiness. He calmly met that gaze. The two looked at each other, and there seemed to be a silent confrontation in the air.

After a moment, Fenrir sighed, and the sharpness in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a deep loneliness. His shoulders sank slightly, and the whole person seemed to be shrouded in an invisible shadow.

"The past... the present... the future... Hoss sent me to assist you, but I often feel confused myself. I stand in the present, but cannot see what the future will look like..." He murmured in a low voice, a hint of fatigue and struggle in his voice.

After Daxus filled Fenrir's glass with wine, he looked at him, his expression still calm, but a hint of understanding and sympathy flashed in his eyes. Although Fenrir's tone was a little strange, even a little unruly, the loneliness was real. As if driven by fate, he could feel that Fenrir was not unwilling to assist him, but was full of contradictions about the mission itself.

He knew that there was a strange stubbornness and deep loneliness in Fenrir's soul. Perhaps it was this contradiction that made Hoss send Fenrir to help and seek answers.

"You are very perceptive, and your words are contagious. Perhaps the gods were right to choose you..." Fenrir continued, but he did not finish his words. He was still hesitating. He was thinking about whether to express more of the confusion and puzzlement in his heart. Finally, he said it, "Look at Bel-Ahor and Eltharion. They are actually going to Naggaroth. How unreasonable and unimaginable, but you did it! Dacreus, you did it! Perhaps in this world, only you can do this!"

After a series of fierce operations, some things have changed. Some things cannot be decided in one or two consultations and talks, especially such a big thing as opening the Emerald Gate, leaving Lothern defenseless, and completely collapsing the defense system of Ulthuan.

Originally, he planned to have Bel-Ehor visit Nagalosl a few decades later, land in the north of Anaheim, wander around Clar Kalond, and then ride the whirring little train all the way north to Nagalosl. He would then meet Nagalosl at the station and then carry out the third court conspiracy.

result……

Marlene thought that it would be meaningless for Bel-Ahor to return to Elsin Arwen and Ulthuan in his current state. If he went to study at the White Tower of Hoth in a restless state, he would learn nothing and would be discovered by the great wizards of the White Tower of Hoth. That would be bad. Serving in the navy was not a good decision either. After all, Bel-Ahor was still in the growth stage and was still in the learning stage. He should have studied at the White Tower of Hoth, but he went to serve directly...

Then, Marlene made a big move. She found that it seemed like a better choice to let Bel-Aihor be Dacus's adjutant? Her idea was that Dacus could protect Bel-Aihor and allow Bel-Aihor to follow the group of Edrezer believers for in-depth study.

The various competitions at the festival have proven the strength of the believers. After all, the referees have left the field in the end. In addition to close combat, the followers around Daxus are also well-versed in ranged combat, magic, and other knowledge... By the way, you can also get a glimpse of the reality and changes of Naggaroth.

As an Asur studying in Naggaroth, I have to say that Marin has a broad mind and is bold. By the way, she can also get a glimpse of the reality and changes of Naggaroth.

Then, after a round of consultation, Bel-Ahor became Dakwus's adjutant. Not only Bel-Ahor, but also Eltharion, who received the letter, decided to accompany Bel-Ahor to Naggaroth after studying it.

In Eltharion's words, he has another brother...

In this regard, Dacuus accepted everyone who came. He didn't seem to have many lice on his body now. Maybe... when the time comes, Malekith's expression will be interesting? Although it can't be seen. He went around Elsin Arwen and brought back Malekith's relative Gilead. According to seniority, Gilead is Malekith's great cousin? Great cousin? Anyway, he couldn't figure it out.

Not only Gilead, but also the Twilight sisters...

The Twilight sisters are Ariel's daughters, and Malekith's wife Alisara is Ariel's sister. Then aren't the Twilight sisters Malekith's...nieces?

It was a pity that he didn't bring the Twilight sisters with him, otherwise the scene would have been very exciting. Malekith looked at the relatives who suddenly appeared, and they were indeed his relatives...

Perhaps, one day, Malekith, Alasya, Alicia, the Tai brothers, Marest and the lineage of the Everqueen will sit together, stare at each other, and hold a family meeting?

Malekith: When did I have so many relatives? How come I didn't know?
Not only relatives, Daxus also brought back Asur, Ainir, and Asrai...

Unlike the tauren brothers in the Kingdom of Arion, Eltharion was the only Asur who led an army to successfully launch a large-scale raid on Naggaroth. Although the ending was not very good, his transformation from a cheerful and sunny boy to a "ruthless man" was partly related to his experience in Naggaroth. Now...

Daxus planned to take care of the two sons for a while, and then make specific assignments, such as letting Eltharion stay with Malekith and letting Bel-Ehor go to the Nagor? He was not afraid that the two sons would play tricks, he still had this confidence, the iron is strong, and the defense system of Naggaroth was there.

Especially the military organization, which is the most core issue of this military system.

A legion organization table is a collection of all information on army building ideas, military theories and industrial levels. Synthetic combat units such as legions and large legions are the manifestation of social productivity and production relations in the military direction. They not only involve personnel equipment and logistics supplies, but also politics, economy, geography, industry, diplomacy, science and technology, agriculture, etc., which will subtly influence the rulers' planning of the army.

It is a cold weapon battle, but there is a world of difference between them.

Why do some armies have more cavalry and fewer infantry, while others have the opposite; some armies' infantry are not conscripts that collapse at the first blow, but heavy infantry that can withstand the head-on charge of armored cavalry. Why do some armies continue to attack while others can only passively defend? There are explanations for all of this, and the things involved behind the scenes are complicated.

What would they do if they learned something? Should they go back to Ulthuan to reform? Or should they inform the rulers of Ulthuan to prepare? That was nonsense. Even a fool would know that Druki and Asur would have to fight until one side completely defeated the other. Ulthuan's political and social productivity was there. How could they change it? How could they prepare? It was nothing more than a slightly larger number of soldiers, but the command system was still the same. And... how could these two second sons explain their previous trip to Naggaroth?
In the end, they will only sink deeper and deeper. The pain and confusion will continue to erode them. They will be swept away by the times and turn with the wheel of the times, but they will not be able to solve anything and will be powerless to change anything, just like Fenrir sitting in front of Dacreus.

"The future is always unknown, but precisely because it is unknown, it has infinite possibilities. This is why I don't like prophecies and divination. You are right, I am sharp and contagious, but these are not the reasons that brought me here." Daxus narrowed his eyes slightly and tapped the table lightly with his fingers, making a slight sound. His voice was low but firm.

Fenrir raised his eyebrows and motioned for him to continue.

"Responsibility and determination. I was not chosen because of how outstanding I am, but because I know what I must do and what I can do! And you, Fenrir, you also have this ability. Stand in the present and decide the future!" Daxus looked directly at Fenrir, his tone revealing an unquestionable power.

"What can I do? Stand by your side and cheer for you?" Fenrir was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly.

Daxus was amused by Fenrir's words. As he laughed, he stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him, as if he was dispersing the non-existent smoke, perhaps to express his denial of Fenrir's words.

"If you really want, I can do that, but..." Fenrir also laughed, and then looked at the guests who were talking or dancing in the distance. He shook his head, "I don't think you need me, my background, my experience, my strength. Your sister, your lover, and your followers... maybe? I should go back to the White Tower of Hoeth now and try to change my personality and integrate into the group? Gain the right to speak? In this way... when your army arrives in Safri..." At the end, he couldn't help laughing.

"Okay! This is... a good idea? Yes, a good idea! Tomorrow, you will go back to the White Tower of Hoeth." Dacus smiled again.

Fenrir lowered his head and laughed dryly. The laughter was forced and a bit absurd, as if he was using laughter to cover up some indescribable emotions deep in his heart. However, the next second, his laughter suddenly got out of control, from dry to unbridled, and even revealed a hint of madness. He laughed so hard that he fell backwards and his shoulders shook violently, as if this simple joke and Daxus's answer triggered some kind of collapse-like emotion deep in his heart.

Dacus was stunned for a moment, then he also laughed. He waved his hand in front of his face, trying to drive the weird laughter out of the air, but soon he found that he couldn't help it. His laughter was clear and crisp, pure like an ignorant child who laughed happily just because of a funny moment. He reached out and gently touched his forehead, and laughed more and more wantonly, and the whole person was completely immersed in this sudden absurd emotion.

The two looked at each other and laughed loudly. One laugh was full of pain and helplessness, while the other laugh was just laughter, pure and touching. The guests were attracted by this strange scene for a moment and turned their heads to look at this corner. What they saw was Dacus and Fenrir laughing so wildly that they could hardly breathe under the light and music.

But it was only a brief interlude, and the guests just glanced, shook their heads, smiled at each other, or had worry in their eyes, and then returned to their own conversations, dancing and drinking, as if the laughter of Dacius and Fenrir had nothing to do with this grand banquet.

In the corner, the laughter of Daxus and Fenrir gradually subsided.

"It seems that I really have to go to the White Tower." Fenrir's face was obviously tired, but there was a hint of relief in his eyes. He whispered, and after he finished speaking, he couldn't help it anymore.

"Well, you must go. You will do well. I believe in you." Dacus nodded, with a smile still on his lips.

In fact...it can be said that Fenrir did do this and succeeded.

When the Last Hour came, Geron died in the Battle of Eden Valley. When Cosir realized that all was lost, he had Aedanna fly south on the fastest giant eagle in the Kingdom of Cosqui, so that they could escape Tyrion's revenge and let Malekith know everything, while he stayed and killed Danor.

At that time, Malekith in Lothern received the news and began to march north. When his army attacked in a big way, the generals of Tyrion's faction at the front ordered the people of the Kingdom of Safri to take up arms for Tyrion's great cause.

The Asur took up arms, but they did not fight for Tyrion's cause, but simply to save their families. When the war reached that level, it was full of madness, order disappeared, and there was only killing and decay. So, they were driven in front of the army to waste the enemy's arrows, blunt the enemy's weapons, and consume the enemy's physical strength, while the generals and lords retained their own troops, the medieval version of driving civilians to fill the trenches... But not all Asur obeyed the generals' requests, and as a result, most of these outliers were rounded up and slaughtered, or used as bait to ambush Malekith's army.

This behavior eventually made Fenrir abandon his original neutral attitude of not helping either side and being closed off from the outside world.

When Malekith arrived at the White Tower of Hoeth to demand that all wizards swear fealty to him, he found the gates opened and the wizards and the Swordmasters of Hoeth swore fealty to him.

But this happened five hundred fucking years later, and in... another dimension?
The plane where Dacus was located had undergone countless changes, and he had changed it beyond recognition. He didn't think that this would happen again as long as he was alive, otherwise his trip would be in vain. He had never thought of letting Fenrir return to the White Tower of Hoth and then do something like that.

"Fenrir, you don't need to worry about the White Tower of Hoeth. That's... the White Tower of Hoeth. Hoeth's words are much more effective than yours, aren't they? You should maximize your value. You can become a part of the future and even shape the future. You have this ability, and I'm not bragging or... anything else, because you are special. This is your innate ability!"

"Shaping the future..." Fenrir murmured again after drinking the wine in the cup, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. After a moment of silence, he whispered: "Dakwus, I am not like you. I don't have your ambition, nor your...belief. Many things in the past make me prefer to live in the present, rather than chasing those things that are out of reach."

"Then stand in the present and protect it. The future does not require everyone to explore like me. Some people are destined to be lighthouses, lighting the way forward, while some people are the foundation, stabilizing the foundation of everything. Fenrir, you don't need to be me, you just need to be yourself. This does not conflict with what I said before. You are the foundation. In this way, you can change the future and stabilize the foundation of everything."

"Do you really believe that I have such power?" After burping, Fenrir took a deep breath and looked up at Daquus with more seriousness in his eyes.

"I believe you, and not only me, many people believe in you. Think about it, why did Hoss send you?" Dacus showed a warm smile, but his tone was extremely firm.

Fenrir lowered his head and pondered for a while, organizing his thoughts. He slowly raised the wine glass and prepared to take a sip, but when the rim of the glass was about to touch his lips, he hesitated and stopped, and put the empty wine glass back on the table. He looked up at Daquus, his eyes showing some relief, but also a hint of complex determination.

"Well, then, I will do my best not to disappoint you, them, or Hoss." He said, his tone was a bit heavy, but also a bit of self-encouragement. He smiled slightly, his eyes swept across the busy figures in the banquet hall, and then added, "Sorry, I can't drink anymore, because... I know you are going to say something practical next, right?"

"Let's talk about something practical. To the south, on the Island of Lost Souls, do you know Telsoma Midoriya?"

"Telsoma Green Valley?" Fenrir frowned slightly, searching for the name from the depths of his memory. After a moment, his thoughts returned to reality, and he said with a hint of realization, "I met him once in the White Tower of Hoeth forty years ago. He was a weird guy, a guy obsessed with his own research..."

He paused as he spoke, recalling that brief encounter. But when he saw the weird and puzzled funny expression on Dacus's face, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. There was a bit of helplessness and self-mockery in that laugh. He knew what Dacus's expression was saying.

"I know what you are saying. A weird person says another weird person is weird, right? It's really absurd." Fenrir shook his head, with a hint of helpless self-mockery in his eyes.

"Yes, it's absurd, but Fenrir, weird people can always find each other. After all, we are different, aren't we?" Daxus's expression returned to normal, and there was a hint of seriousness in his tone.

Fenrir couldn't help but chuckle, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. He knew what Daxus meant, and felt a strange sense of recognition. He adjusted his robes slightly and relaxed his body, as if he had unloaded some psychological burden.

"In some ways, Ashereel is lacking, after all, there is no White Tower of Hoth, but it is also full of abundance, like a canvas without dye."

"We need to start from scratch." Fenrir nodded.

“There are many strange plants in the garden of the ancient saints, such as the crystal vines on the dormant tree people. If you grind the petals of the late summer flower into crystal powder and mix it with water from the crystal lake at the junction of Tasern and Atiwis, it will form a potion. After drinking it, there will be side effects of dry mouth and diarrhea, but it can eliminate corruption in the body and prevent mutations.

Winterflower, a specialty of Artives, is a white bell-shaped flower that grows only in frozen soil. Sprinkling dried and ground winterflower leaves over the eyes before falling asleep can cure madness and heal mental trauma.

After Daxus finished his introduction, he did not say anything else but waited for Fenrir's response.

"I remember what you said to me when we met three weeks ago. You asked me: Will you conduct psychological treatment or something like that? Through drugs? Words or magic? This is how I replied at the time: The Lord of Wisdom did not convey these to me. Of course, if you need me to, I can do it, and I will do it well. I believe I can do it. Now it seems that I really don't need to go back to the White Tower of Hoeth right away and try to integrate there, but I have more tasks here? Shaping the future... in this way." Fenrir pondered for a moment, with a look of realization.

"Tomorrow, I will come to you and introduce you to a new friend."

"Oh?"

"I call that pterosaur 'Ha God'."

“What an amazing experience.”

"He can take you flying, and I believe you know how to get along with him properly. However, his eyesight is not very good, so you have to promise me not to let him fly over the sea for a long time."

"I've met him, and to be honest, I'm looking forward to it now. As for flying over the ocean... I know what you want to say, and I promise you."

"You also know that this is the continent of Lustria, the territory of the Lizardmen. There are many temple cities in the north of Asheril, some of which have floating gardens with many rare plants. I will greet you before I leave, and you can just go there directly, or... go to the south to find that weird wizard? It's up to you. Anyway, you have to learn the Lizardmen language. After all, you can't expect the Skinks who receive you to speak Elsalin, right?"

"I understand, but could you be more specific? I mean... you know."

"I have to deal with future changes. This is my responsibility. So I need the potion I just mentioned. Our soldiers need this potion before they have to go to dangerous places. Not only do you remember, I also remember what I told you three weeks ago. In terms of administrative level, Asheril is a large region, and Ulthuan is also a large region. In the future, the elves will have more than just these two large regions.

Besides, you have been to Elsing Arwen, visited the cities and villages of men, and you know what it is like there. So, I want the elf children to be injected? Or take this potion, and if we have the ability, we can also provide it to humans."

"Darkius, I'm sorry, I have a sense of disconnection... Can you understand?" Fenrir was stunned after hearing what Darkius said. After a long time, he sighed and spoke slowly.

"I know what you mean. There is a proverb in Aurora: one time is different from another time!"

Dacus certainly knew what Fenrir was saying. Now Duruchi was relying on slaves to keep the operation going, and then he said something about providing potions to human children. It was like putting a knife on someone and talking about putting down the knife and becoming a Buddha. It would be strange if there was no division. But then again, it was a different time. In the future, it would be a good thing for the elves to have more resistance and for humans to have one less beastman.

"There is a city called La Plata in the south of Asriel. It is the headquarters of the Emerald Garden. I will call Alyssa and allocate a piece of land for you to grow exotic plants. There is also a Shilan who is good at biology there. If you have any confusion, you can find him and he will provide you with all the help he can.

I will also say hello to Walter, and he will provide you with funds, but you have to follow the process, understand? Write a report, write what you want to plant, what research you want to conduct, and how much the estimated funds are. After the project is over, you also have to write a report. This is the process..."

"I understand! The process! Thesis!" Fenrir interrupted Daxus's next words and nodded in response.

"Due to historical reasons, there is a group of... Asur in Naggaros. When I return to Naggaros again, the society of Duruch will undergo great changes. Soon, I will send the Asur here and settle them in the south of Kuyo Province. You said you picked grapes..." Daxus stared at Fenrir and stopped abruptly in the middle of his words.

"I know my specific task now. I will lead them to make wine for Duruchi." Fenrir sighed first, then made a joke that was not funny. After a dry laugh, he said seriously, "It seems that I have chosen the candidate for the experiment... I will not only be responsible for the religious studies of the school, but also create a unique system."

"You haven't been to Naggaroth, but you did say earlier that you walked the streets of Chapeiuto during the festival. I don't think you were out alone in the middle of the night, so did you get the feeling that you were in some large insane asylum?"

"It really does!"

"After the war, the soldiers will get land, marry and have children. I don't want to hear that they went crazy in their sleep and killed their wives sleeping next to them. I don't want this tragedy to happen. I don't want them to live in the war. I hope they will undergo a psychological evaluation before retiring, and treat any illnesses if they have, and retire if they don't. Thousands of years of war have taken away too much, and we can't let it continue to take away their future, and the same goes for civilians who have suffered from the trauma of war."

"I have seen similar research and content when I was at the White Tower of Hoeth. The reaction you are talking about is... post-war psychological syndrome, right?" Fenrir was silent for a moment, as if he was digesting Daquus's words. His eyes flickered, and then as if he remembered something, his voice was a little hesitant, but also revealed a sense of seriousness. He lowered his head and thought for a few seconds, then added, "In addition to this, there are many other symptoms... Should I find an opportunity to return to the White Tower of Hoeth and study these things in depth?"

He paused, as if he had thought of something, and shook his head. His tone was somewhat teasing, "Forget it, you just said that my new friend's eyesight is not very good."

After a moment, he looked up at the guests in the banquet hall, his eyes sweeping across the flashing lights and the talking crowd. His expression became solemn and focused, as if he was trying to find some answer in this hustle and bustle.

"Very attractive. Shaping the future... What I am going to do next is indeed shaping the future. Your words have given me a new direction, Daxus. Should I thank you?"

"There's no need to thank me. Like I said just now, some people are the foundation, the basis for stabilizing everything. And you, Fenrir, you are the foundation. You just need to be yourself and do what you should do. In this way, you can change the future and stabilize the foundation of everything. This future cannot be shaped by me alone. It needs each of us." Daxus shook his head, with a gentle and firm tone in his voice.

After saying this, he raised the empty wine glass in his hand and gestured to Fenrir.

Fenrir was stunned for a moment, then he smiled knowingly and also raised his empty cup and clinked it lightly with Daxus's.

The crisp sound of clinking glasses was insignificant in the noisy banquet, but it created an unspoken resonance between the two people.

"To the future." Fenrir said softly, with a hint of relief and determination in his eyes.

"To the future." Dacus nodded. (End of this chapter)