Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Daxus slowly opened his eyes. Today he woke up earlier than usual, just like the first snow of 2002, which came later than usual...

The black marble ceiling looked even more mysterious and cold in the dim light. He lay on the bed, quietly enjoying the tranquility of the moment. However, the chill in the morning made him frown and wrap himself tightly in the quilt. But soon, his eyes turned to the other side of the bed.

Drusala was still deep in sleep, seemingly undisturbed.

He chose not to disturb her, but to watch quietly. His eyes stayed on Drusala's peaceful sleeping face for a moment, and a warm feeling quietly emerged.

After a few seconds, Drusala seemed to feel the gaze of her lover, she turned slightly and opened her eyes. Her familiar deep eyes met Daquus's, with a gentle and lazy light flashing in them.

At that moment, Dacus's mood was touched by some invisible force, and he couldn't help but smile. The two people's eyes met in the silent room, as if time had stopped at this moment. Although the disturbances in the outside world always existed, at this moment, he felt a long-lost peace and tranquility.

"Good morning," Drusara whispered, her voice full of soft intimacy.

"Awake?" Daxus asked knowingly, his voice low and with a hint of smile. He reached out and gently touched the ends of Drusala's hair, feeling the familiar warmth and softness.

"Ah."

The tacit understanding and peace between the two people, like an emotion hidden deep in their hearts, flows in this moment of silence.

Although Dacus got up earlier than usual, because today was special, other people got up earlier than him. The meals on the Vicious Temple were not held in the rooms, but in the officers' mess and banquet hall. Anyway, no matter what it was called, it was for the higher-level beings on the Ark.

The dining room was filled with long tables, and everyone sat together to eat according to their closeness and faction. Talos sat with his relatives; Dulias sat with the officers; the Asrai war dancers sat together; and the red dragons sat together.

Bel-Ahor and Eltharion sat together with a team of sea guards consisting of a low-ranking officer, three female warriors and seven male warriors. Not only the two second sons, but also these sea guards came with them, serving and protecting the two second sons as squires and waiters.

When the diners saw him appear, they just nodded or pretended not to see him and continued eating.

Only Bainie, who was sitting with the followers of Edreze, stood up and looked at him.

Bainie was the actual person in charge of the morning exercises. He knew what Bainie was trying to express. He nodded, indicating that today's morning exercises and training would continue. It was still early anyway, so it didn't matter if they waited a little longer.

After eating and training, he returned to his room, put on his dragon armor, and took the Star Bow. When he arrived at the platform, everyone had already gathered there according to their closeness and faction.

A group of German sorceresses from Krakaron stood in the cold wind. Today, they did not wear robes like in the past, but chose more practical equipment. Lambskin jackets, sturdy windproof pants and high leather boots specially prepared for high-altitude environments. They wore thick scarves around their necks and leather hats on their heads, with goggles on the hats to resist the howling cold wind.

They stand tall and straight, with a unique dignity and calmness. Their eyes are firm and their movements are decisive, as if no cold or difficulties can shake their determination.

For a moment, Daxus was really scared. He was afraid that the sorceresses would suddenly line up, take a group photo, then raise their glasses to drink the wine, smash them to pieces, and shout some weird slogans.

Malanul stood aside, silently observing the actions of the sorceresses like a spectator. Colonia walked among the team, holding a board in her hand, and occasionally talked to other sorceresses. Her tone was calm and methodical, and her voice was steady without a trace of fluctuation, obviously assigning tasks.

The war dancers gathered in a group and no longer exposed their breasts. Even though they had adapted to the cold environment in Artives before leaving Athel Loren, they still could not adapt to the environment of Naggaroth. They were wrapped in thick cotton jackets and shivered in the cold wind, without the elegance of the past.

Among all the Asrai, only Seonlan and the Heart of Winter guards he led said they felt good, since they lived in Ativis all year round.

"oi!"

Dacus came to Kerillian who was standing with Cowell. Kerillian was not in good condition like the other Asrai, and was also wrapped in a cotton jacket. When Kerillian turned her head, he asked in a serious tone, "Can you still shoot the bow?"

"Of course! Not only can I draw the bow, but I can also shoot accurately!" Kerillian responded in a firm tone.

"Then you guys continue and wait for my notice." Daxus nodded and left. He was not interested in being a light bulb. Thinking of something, he turned around, walked backwards, pointed at Kerillian, and said with a smile, "By the way, you don't need to wear so much in the battle later. There are magic!"

Then he found Talos again, asked the same questions, and made the same instructions. Talos did not say anything, but pointed to the bow on his back.

After emerging from Dragonstone, Talos was given a naturally formed bow, made of tangled vines, heavy wood, and growing vegetation as varied as the two forests of Loren, with flowers blooming at the top and the leaves at the bottom in the color of autumn gold.

When the arrow is released, the insects living on the bow attach themselves to the shaft and split into a large, flashing, sickle-shaped flight of wings that can circumvent obstacles and tear apart enemies, or come together upon impact to penetrate the strongest armor.

The reason why he asked Talos this question was that in addition to Talos possessing the rare weapon, the Vine Bow, Talos was also the horse archery champion of the Brewfest, with impeccable skills.

Kerillian was the champion of foot archery, and her archery skills were also outstanding. When the two of them joined forces, there was almost no target they could not hit. Adding him as a jack of all trades, there was almost no...?
"Gilead, get ready and stand by." Then, to be on the safe side, he came to Gilead and gave orders.

Gilead didn't say anything or ask any more questions, but bowed to show that he would follow your orders.

"The action will be..." Eltharion was also wearing a thick cotton jacket at this time. He stood up with a firm expression and a glimmer of eagerness in his eyes. "I want to participate!"

Dacuus glanced at Eltharion, and then his eyes fell on the bow in the hands of a sea guard behind Eltharion. The bow was not yet strung. But he recognized it as Eltharion's special weapon at a glance. The shape and structure of the bow exuded a unique atmosphere, as if it was made by nature.

"Then you go on standby." After a moment's silence, he nodded. His tone was calm and unyielding. His instructions were concise and powerful, as if there was no room for discussion.

"Kill who?"

Eltharion lowered his head slightly, took a deep breath, and was about to return to the team. But at this moment, he suddenly asked, with a hint of irrepressible curiosity in his voice.

Daquus stopped, turned around slowly, and looked into Eltharion's expectant eyes, with a meaningful smile in his eyes. The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and all the eyes around him turned to him, waiting for his answer.

"Kill who?" He smiled mysteriously, as if he was appreciating some unfathomable situation. He asked back with a strange light flashing in his eyes. He paused and said more seriously, "This is not your concern, Eltharion. You just need to be ready and do what you should do when we act!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around, his steps firm and calm, and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight. Everyone present was still thinking about the thought-provoking answer, and the air was filled with an inexplicable tension and uneasiness.

Eltharion stood there, watching Dacreus's back disappear. He instinctively felt that there seemed to be a deeper conspiracy and countless complex layers behind this action, and he would play his role in this undercurrent. His heartbeat slightly accelerated, and his hands clenched into fists, he knew he was about to step into an unusual battle.

At the same time, Gilead and Faithwell looked at each other, and both saw a silent understanding in each other's eyes. No matter what the next action was for, killing would be inevitable, and they had to follow Dacus' orders without any hesitation.

"Are they ready?" Dacus walked over to Maranul and Colonia and asked in a low voice. His tone was still calm and serious, revealing a sense of oppression.

"Everything has been arranged. They are all clear about the mission objectives and steps. The final confirmation has also been completed. They can now enter standby mode." Colonia replied, his voice so calm that it barely fluctuated, and his face expressionless, as if he had long been accustomed to this complicated situation.

"You and Carmine are on standby." Dacus nodded, satisfied with Colonia's concise and precise answer. His instructions were also short and clear, and there was no room for discussion in his tone.

"Understood." Colonia frowned slightly, with a hint of complex emotions flashing in her eyes, but she quickly hid it. Unlike Eltharion and the others, she knew what this order meant, but she did not ask any more questions. Instead, she nodded slightly to indicate that she would follow the instructions. Then, she suddenly asked, "Do you want to speak?"

Dacus's eyes slowly swept over the sorceresses standing in a neat row, and the tense atmosphere in the air almost solidified. Everyone knew that the next action was related to the direction of the entire situation. Their target was not only the hidden enemy, but also a power struggle that could only be resolved with bloodshed. Everyone's role was crucial, and any slight mistake could make their entire camp pay an unbearable price. Some sorceresses had a gleam of anticipation in their eyes, as if they were full of confidence in the upcoming action; while others were obviously hiding their inner tension, with a hint of worry in their eyes. The uneasiness was not easy to detect under their strict faces, but to Dacus, it was a clear detail.

Although these sorceresses are elites who have undergone rigorous training and are familiar with how to hide their inner feelings, the emotions that are difficult to completely conceal still reveal some subtle traces.

He knew that almost everyone standing in front of him had their own stories and ties. These sorceresses were not his subordinates, but part of his family, his family, and the people he trusted most in this turbulent struggle. The loyalty and ability of the sorceresses were enough to support everything he needed.

Dacus's sight stopped at a sorceress who stood at the front of the queue. Her calm eyes were out of tune with the tense atmosphere around her. Her expression was full of innate majesty and calmness. Dacus knew that her name was Carlesia, and she was the spouse of Hoha.

This relationship makes Carlesia both an emotional bond and a symbol of loyalty in this team.

Dacus knew that Carlesia's feelings for Hoha were not just a personal emotional dependence, but also a deep commitment to the fate of the family. Hoha was the brother of his cheap father, and Carlesia was someone who adhered to the family's values ​​and responsibilities. She was both Hoha's lover and a strong pillar of the family.

Loyalty and ability cannot be doubted.

Some of the sorceresses standing in front of him were family members, and some were brought into the Tower of Destruction when they were young. Each of them had a history behind them. Now, he had to rely on the sorceresses, their loyalty and abilities, to complete this mission that was doomed to be irreversible.

"No matter what, you are my family and the people I trust the most. Today, the road we walk together is destined to be extraordinary." He took a deep breath, and his eyes swept through the eyes of each sorceress one by one, and then he spoke slowly. There was a resolute breath in his words, and also an indescribable power. Then, he bowed deeply to the sorceresses.

He knew that no matter what the result of this action was, he would carry these people along until the final victory, or the final fall. And the sorceresses would always stand by his side and never leave him.

He said no more, and watched the sorceresses line up in an orderly manner. A complex emotion surged in his heart. This was responsibility and inevitable fate. In this vortex-like struggle, family, loyalty, and sacrifice had long been intertwined into an inescapable web. And he was destined to lead the fate of everyone to an unknown ending.

"You and Skarandil stand by." Daxus's order was concise and powerful.

Maranul said nothing, nodded silently, and then walked towards the group of red dragons. His figure was like a steady black shadow, disappearing in the atmosphere of the battle that was about to begin.

"Wait." Daxus suddenly called out to Maranul.

"What's wrong, my brother? Is the operation going to be cancelled?" Maranul stopped, turned around and looked back, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"The arrow has been put on the bow, so we have to... not shoot it!" Daxus's mouth curled up a hint of playfulness, and he stretched out his voice, with a playful tone with a hint of ease, and then turned serious, "Wait until Scarandil recovers his dragon form, and you will bring four more artillery groups."

Maranul smiled slightly and said nothing more, but made a funny gesture of understanding. The tacit understanding between him and Daqius had reached a level that needed no words.

Dacus slowly walked to Dulias' side, but he was not in a hurry to talk to him. Instead, he cast his eyes deeply into the distance. On that black sea, a huge ark was sailing parallel to the Vicious Temple where he was, cutting through the vast surface of the Vicious Sea.

The Temple of Viciousness and the Black Ark Tower of Blessed Evil are cutting through the tranquility of the Black Sea with shocking momentum, their hulls emitting an evil glow, as if invisible shadows are interweaving between the two ships, carrying some unfathomable threat.

Dacus's sight continued to extend forward, and he felt an inexplicable illusion. At this moment, he seemed to have vaguely seen the huge silhouette of the Black Ark Nagor and the outline of the spire of Malekith's Black Tower looming.

"My uncle, are you ready?" He turned around and spoke to Durias.

"Anytime!" Durias tilted his head slightly. His brief answer revealed firmness, and his eyes were full of determination to prepare for the coming storm.

Dacus nodded and took a deep breath of the whistling cold wind. Everything in front of him seemed to become clearer. At this moment of outbreak, he knew that every choice and every action would determine their future fate.

In the distance, the sight of nineteen assault ships being pushed out was full of tension and oppression. Each one was like a silent beast, waiting for its prey to come. The ships had a unique appearance, with deep black armor covering the slender hulls, sharp rams, reaper crossbows, oblique sails and sharp metal lines interwoven, like a giant beast with thorns, ready to pounce on the enemy at any time.

Next to each raider, there was a team of soldiers working together to push the ship. They were wearing thick cotton jackets and helmets with goggles. They made heavy footsteps and the wheels carrying the raider's frame creaked. Despite the biting cold wind, their movements were precise and fast, and every detail showed their skilled coordination.

The light from afar penetrated the gray sky and shone on the smooth surface of the ship. The outline of the ship looked even more severe in the sunlight. The soldiers' movements gradually became more compact. They quickly aimed at the ship and confirmed that they were safely pushed to the designated position. As the last assault ship was steadily pushed to the designated area, the soldiers quickly stood in a row and began to check their equipment and wait for further orders.

The atmosphere was tense and solemn, with a chill and anxiety in the air. Although the raiders had not yet taken off, they had completed their final preparations, and their enormous power was quietly gathering strength, ready to meet the coming conflict at any time.

"Are you ready?" Dacus walked in front of the soldiers, his voice as loud as thunder, shaking the air around him. His eyes swept over every soldier, with a sense of oppression in his eyes, as if he wanted to read all the answers from the soldiers' eyes.

Nothing is ready, and there is no such slogan as "Always be ready". The soldiers stood neatly in front of the assault ship, with determination and determination in their eyes. Although they were wearing thick cotton jackets and armor, they still stood straight, giving people a sense of deterrence that could not be ignored. Every soldier had a serious expression, and no one spoke, but their eyes said it all, they were ready!

Dacus took a deep breath and turned his gaze to the row of ready assault ships. The cold metallic luster on the hull made the already tense atmosphere in the air even more intense. He looked at the soldiers and smiled with approval. These soldiers were impeccable. To be able to board the assault ship, they must be the best of the best, with guaranteed loyalty and ability.

Then he came to where the red dragons gathered and made final arrangements.

Time passed quietly in the tense atmosphere, the sky gradually became more leaden, and an indescribable sense of oppression permeated the air.

Gradually, the clock pointed to eleven o'clock in the morning, and the preparations entered the final stage.

In the distance, a huge scene emerged. The scales of Splinter, who had returned to the form of a giant dragon, flashed coldly. With every step he took, the Black Ark seemed to tremble. His figure was like a living mountain, majestic and not to be ignored. He folded his huge wings, his body cut through the cold air, and slowly crawled towards the parking position of the assault ship.

At the same time, the sorceresses who were waiting in the tower also rushed out, each carrying a heavy square box in their hands, the surface of which was covered with runes and complex devices. Their steps were hurried but orderly, and there was no panic on their faces, only the calmness and determination that belonged to warriors.

"Is it really bad?" a sorceress whispered softly, her voice as cold as the wind.

"There won't be any mistakes!" another sorceress responded immediately, staring at the red dragon in the distance through her goggles.

Instead of using a gantry crane, the sorceresses gently raised their hands through superb magic, and the energy in the air fluctuated instantly. A faint light flashed, the assault ship trembled slightly, and then slowly rose.

The soldiers quickly climbed onto Splinterwin's back. Carrying their weapons and holding onto the ropes, they crawled along the dragon's back with quick and decisive movements.

"Hold it firmly!"

A captain shouted loudly, his eyes tense, his hands tightly grasping the ropes that fixed the raider. Tension spread in the air, he knew that any negligence could lead to irreversible consequences.

Then, the sorceresses holding the boxes followed closely and quickly climbed onto the back of Splinterwin. Then, the artillery crew wearing the same equipment as the soldiers also climbed up.

Finally, all the personnel and equipment were in place.

Then, Splinterwin moved forward, and Scarandil, who had transformed into a giant dragon, came to a place not far from the raiding ship, followed by Kudnos, Azogallon, Ibas, and Carmine...

At this time, the empty space on the Vicious Temple had become a flight deck similar to that of an aircraft carrier. They were lined up with assault ships and reaper crossbows, waiting for the time to come and for Daquus's order. (End of this chapter)