Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

This is a psychological war, a precise and ruthless one.

The commotion in the barracks became more and more obvious. The appearance of the two curtains was like a huge rock thrown into the air, stirring up a huge wave in the entire barracks. The soldiers' original confusion and helplessness were shattered by the clear promotion path and golden promises on the curtains, and then there was talk and noise.

Even the loyalist soldiers who were marching and defending couldn't help but turn their heads and look at the huge curtains hanging in the air.

"It's over, it's completely over."

A high-ranking officer's face turned even paler than the last moment, his fingers trembling weakly, as if even the long sword in his hand could not bear this heavy fear. His eyes were fixed on the curtain, and his heartbeat merged with the noisy rhythm, getting faster and heavier.

As a battle-hardened soldier, he certainly understood the purpose of the two curtains. The curtains were far more deadly than sharp weapons and fierce attacks.

His throat was dry and the uneasiness surging in his heart almost made him unable to stand steadily.

At this moment, he completely lost the command of the troops. The master's lofty speeches and plans that had once been placed with high hopes seemed vulnerable and particularly ridiculous in front of these two curtains.

Every promotion route, every stacked Sovereign gold coin, is declaring one thing: loyalty will be rewarded, betrayal will be crushed!

"I have to run! Get away from here, now!"

For a moment, there was only one thought in his mind.

But where can he escape to? On the walls of Naggarond, there is the cold gaze of the Witch King, and in the military camp, there are the ruthless blades of the loyalists. Even if he steps into the Sea of ​​Evil and Resentment, only a more terrible doom awaits him.

The thought of escape burned him like a flame, but was extinguished by the cold and ruthless reality. He could only stand there, his body stiff, as if nailed to the ground.

At the same time, the soldiers went from looking at each other in bewilderment and whispering questions to careful observation and heated conversation. They began to gather together in groups of three or five to discuss the clear connections and tempting promises on the screen, and their eyes turned from confusion to seeking knowledge. The commotion began to spread, and the sound waves followed one after another, gradually gathering into an uncontrollable wave.

"Look at this crown, it's exactly the same as the centurion's."

"This golden thing... is gold sovereign, right? It's our bounty!"

"Is it military pay?"

"Then... can we... also get these things?"

"By year? Or by month?"

"do not know!"

The soldiers were talking among themselves, and every word was filled with irrepressible desire. Just a few minutes ago, they were still thinking about what unknown mission they would be sent to perform, but now, their attention was firmly attracted by the curtain.

They have only one question lingering on their mind: Does any of this really concern us?
"Kindness, generosity..."

Daxus's palms slid gently in the air, feeling the touch of the cold wind. His eyes penetrated further, pursuing a distant place that could not be reached. He repeated these words in a low voice, with a hint of mockery and self-mockery in his tone.

In the Druch society, these words were like a strange skin and personality, put on him, making him look so abrupt and incompatible with everything in Naggaroth.

He often felt that this kindness and generosity was like an accidental meme, which was initially just a political strategy that suited his interests, but gradually, the meme became a habit, the habit became an identity, and the identity eventually became some kind of unbreakable shackles.

“But I can’t help loving them…”

He suddenly sighed, and the light in his eyes became soft, but also mixed with a hint of heaviness. He was not a naive idealist, he could even say with confidence: he knew Drucci's coldness, cruelty and hypocrisy better than anyone else.

He understood the cunning of the Duruchi, and knew of their betrayal and killing, but none of this could change one fact: he loved the Duruchi, loved these Duruchi, and loved this twisted and painful tribe.

He loved their stubbornness and pride, their struggle in the endless darkness, their instinct to survive in the cruel world. He loved those children who looked up at the stars in the darkness, those warriors who remained unyielding under the blade, and even those who stood in the enemy camp and looked at him with hatred.

His family was his anchor in the beginning, which was why he chose to return north after completing his initial journey to Lustria. If his family was like Lehan's, he would be sick, seriously ill, and he would sit on the back of a triceratops and play with the lizardmen.

just now……

"But... I don't need them to love me."

His voice was soft but firm. He looked down at his pocket watch and gently closed it, as if he was putting some kind of seal on his heart.

"But I hope they can live to see something other than betrayal and cruelty one day."

Kindness and generosity may be his way of confronting the world, and his way of striving for some possibility for the Duruchi. He thought, but he did not imagine that he could change the entire tribe, but if he could save some people from hunger, let some soldiers sleep without sleeping with knives under their heads after retirement, and let some children run with smiles instead of shivering in the dark.

He is willing to give everything for this!
"Kids! Your Daddy Duck is here!"

His voice was not loud, but it was full of warmth and strength. He knew that they might never fully understand him, and that one day, they might turn around and raise their swords against him out of profit, fear, or anger.

But that doesn't matter!

What matters is that he chose love.

He loves every Duruchi, no matter who they are or who they will become in the future. As he believes, love is not a symbol of fragility, but the most unshakable power he can give them in this cruel world!
"Old buddy, can you let me see your...style?"

In response to Dacus, Splinterwin roared deafeningly. The roar was like thunder, echoing among the clouds and frightening the soldiers on the ground.

Then Springtwine adjusted his wings slightly, the air whistling beneath his wings, and then he dived down like a falling star.

"Beast! You beast!"

The high-ranking officer's voice became shrill with fear, and he held a rapier in his hand tightly, stabbing at the manticore's neck while cursing wildly, trying to force this wild and unruly creature to fly faster and farther, escaping from the dragon's swooping range, instead of charging at the dragon.

However, the Manticore is not an ordinary flying creature. Not only is its brain not very smart, but its fighting instinct is also extremely strong. Normal flying creatures would have turned around and fled when facing a huge dragon. But the Manticore faced the challenge head-on. Its cold vertical pupils stared at the swooping dragon, and a low roar came from its throat. The claws of its limbs were spread in the air, showing a posture ready to fight for its life at any time.

"You idiot! Why don't you run? Do you want to die?!"

The senior officer swung his dagger at the manticore's neck, trying to make it obey, while cursing continuously.

The scorpion-tailed lion completely ignored the scolding and attacks on its back. Its innate ferocity was aroused to the extreme at this moment. It spread its wings to the limit and let out an even more shrill scream in response to the dragon's roar, declaring its challenge.

Dacus looked at this scene and couldn't help but reveal a sinister sneer. He loved every Duruchi, this was beyond doubt and undeniable, but... there were many ways to love.

Springwin suddenly twisted his body, spread his wings and accelerated his dive. His huge figure was like a giant dragon pressing down on the scorpion-tailed lion and its master. Strong air currents swirled under the dragon's wings, causing a terrifying gale, as if the king of heaven and earth was descending.

His front paws shot out like lightning, and in the instant of confrontation with the manticore, he grabbed the manticore effortlessly.

Dacus's originally calm face suddenly became ferocious, and then he closed his eyes tightly, as if trying to block everything out of his mind. He couldn't see Springtwin's movements, and he didn't want to see them. Even if he could see them, he would never focus on this undoubted crushing.

Splinterwin is the predecessor of Baldros. Even at his peak, Teclis and Fenrir were unable to defeat him after he turned into Chaos, and they had no choice but to seal him. Even without Chaos, he is very powerful and has a lot of combat experience, far more than some dragons. After all, he was forced to fight the dwarves during the War of Vengeance, and he has maxed out his skills in dodging projectiles.

As long as they are not in the lair, like Superman, fighting in the toilet...

Moreover, the Scorpion Tailed Lion is on the Red Dragon's menu, but now Splinterwin's appetite has become more and more picky.

The manticore's thick muscles and hard bones seemed defenseless under the dragon's claws. With a teeth-grinding sound of bones cracking, its body was twisted and deformed like a piece of torn cloth.

The sound of bones breaking came one after another from afar, gradually becoming clearer and louder, like a nightmare symphony. Brutally howling sounds followed, sharp and painful, as if telling the despair of the manticore who was unable to resist.

Daxus frowned, and pictures began to emerge in his mind: the body of the manticore was twisted into an indescribable shape, its wings were torn, its tail was twisted at a weird angle, blood was splattered, blurring everything.

In reality, Springwein's huge claws exerted a little force, and the manticore let out a last heart-wrenching wail, and then collapsed limply.

It was just a short game for Splinterwin, who tossed the poor creature around in his paws before throwing it to the ground like a rag.

The body of the manticore fell like a meteorite, hitting the ground heavily, stirring up a cloud of dust. The high-ranking officer on its back let out a miserable wail in mid-air, trying to grab something to stop himself from falling, but to no avail.

The body of the high-ranking officer rolled around like a leaf in the wind, and finally fell to the ground with the remains of the scorpion-tailed lion, making a dull sound.

"In my next life, choose a reliable mount."

Dacus slowly opened his eyes and exhaled deeply, as if he had expelled everything from his chest. He did not lower his head to look at the "work" completed by Springwin, but just whispered to the unfortunate officer in his heart.

The soldiers in the barracks happened to witness this scene. The huge manticore was like a helpless toy, being crushed and torn at will by the dragon's claws until it fell to the ground lifelessly. The tragic howling and the dull sound when it hit the ground were like a death knell in their hearts.

Some soldiers stood there, their eyes dull, forgetting to breathe. Someone took a trembling step back, but stepped on a companion's boot and fell to the ground in fear.

In the distance, the officers who were trying to escape also saw all this. They were preparing to leave with their dark Pegasus and Manticores, but after witnessing the terrifying power of the dragon, they all stopped.

Above the military camp, the giant red dragon circled after swooping down, and the airflow from its tail swept across the ground, raising dust and tents. The strong sense of oppression was like an invisible net, tightly enveloping them.

"This……"

An officer held the reins, his voice trembling. No one responded to his words, the other officers just stared at the sky, with fear, hesitation, and more despair in their eyes. Their mounts, whether Pegasus or Manticore, could feel the pressure from the dragon, and began to stir and neigh restlessly.

"That's no ordinary dragon... its gaze... its aura... that's..."

Another officer was speaking incoherently, his voice shrill with fear. He clenched the reins tightly with both hands, but found that his Pegasus did not listen to his commands at all, but just paced and trembled on the ground.

Splinterwin circled in the air, his scales emitting an eerie glow in the dim light. He growled, and the sound echoed over the military camp like thunder.

The fate of the manticore is a silent warning to anyone who tries to escape that their choice may not be any better than staying.

"Don't just stand there! Retreat quickly! There's still time!"

Some people shouted, but no one took action. One reason was that they were frightened by the terrifying power and hesitated to move forward, as if their feet were locked by an invisible force. Another reason was that they knew that forcing themselves into the air now would only be a scapegoat, buying time for others to escape...

The fact that they could make it to this level means they are not stupid, but they are also stupid because they wasted their last, precious chance to escape.

"This...this is courting death!"

An officer who was close to collapse yelled out, his voice full of despair and fear. His hands loosened the reins weakly, his eyes were unfocused, and at this moment, he realized that he had no way to escape.

At the same time, the soldiers on the ground began to stir. They talked in low voices, some tried to escape, some stood there in a daze, and some put down their weapons and knelt on the ground with their hands on their heads. They didn't know what to do next, but one thing was clear: this place was about to become their Hades, and the red dragon was the messenger of Hades.

"Can I tell them more about you?"

Malekith, standing on the city wall, gazed deeply at the chaotic scene in the military camp. He then tilted his head slightly and looked at Malok beside him, his tone somewhat tentative.

"I do not mind."

With his arms folded and his eyes looking into the distance, Malok responded calmly. He knew what Malekith was asking, and his tone was lazy, as if he didn't care about anything. However, his tall figure and calm aura silently announced his presence.

At the same time, on the other side, Splinterwin slowly hovered above the military camp, his huge body like an oppressive shadow, covering the center of the military camp. His red pupils flickered like burning torches, looking down at everything below, making the already restless soldiers even more panicked.

Dacus took a deep breath, took a step forward, and blew the horn. The sound was long and clear, and the first horn was to stop the attack. The tone seemed to have some special power, causing the soldiers and officers in the barracks to subconsciously stop their actions.

Then, the horn sounded again, and this time the signal was to stay where you are.

The horn was steady and stern, carrying a sense of unquestionable command, and resounded over the military camp. All the soldiers were shocked by the sound, and they stopped what they were doing and looked up at the giant dragon in the sky. The noise in the entire military camp gradually subsided, replaced by a suppressed silence.

Daxus stood on the dragon head of Splinterwin, looking at the silent camp below. The huge figure of the red dragon hovered in the sky, and when its wings flapped, it created gusts of wind, causing everyone's robes and flags to flutter violently.

At this moment, the noise in the entire military camp gradually subsided, replaced by a depressing silence, and all eyes were focused on this lonely but majestic figure.

"Soldiers, perhaps you don't know yet, a lot of things happened today."

Dacus's voice clearly penetrated the wind and silence and reached everyone's ears. His tone was both irresistible and authoritative, and also had an unexpected soothing power.

"You may have been told to come to fight, but no one told you the truth about the war. You may have been ordered to stand here, but no one has ever explained why you are standing here. Today, I am not here to question you, I am not here to blame you. I know that many of you don't even know why all this is happening."

He paused, and glanced at the nervous soldiers, but he could not see anything... Splinterwin was still hovering a little high. Perhaps it was just as the saying goes: Kunpeng spreads its wings for 90,000 miles, and when it flies too high, it cannot see the ants on the ground?
However, there was no cold judgment in his eyes, but rather a deep compassion and concern, as if he was looking at a group of souls who were helplessly drifting in the midst of fate.

"But I want to tell you! I understand your confusion, I see the fear in your eyes, and I feel your inner struggle and anxiety. You are not alone! The Witch King has not given up on you!"

"Today, I stand here not to make you feel abandoned, but to tell you! You are not just tools, not just puppets controlled by orders. You are the backbone of Naggaroth, the foundation that supports this land! Your flesh, blood and will are the real source of Duruchi's power!"

"No matter which side you stand on at this moment, no matter which family head is behind you, you still have the right to choose! In this land, in this upcoming change, everyone has the opportunity to control their own destiny and fight for a hopeful future for themselves and their families!"

"This is not a gift given to you by anyone, no! No!! No!!! This is the right you deserve! You are no longer nameless people who bleed for the benefit of others. You are the people of Naggaroth and the masters of this land! Today's decision will determine the direction of the future. And the future belongs to you!"

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His voice ignited the air around him, and every word carried a power that could not be ignored, shocking and inspiring people from the bottom of their hearts.

This is not only a speech, but also a soul salvation that touches people's hearts!

"This is……"

"Hand of the Witch King?"

"Is it really him?"

"Is what he said true?"

The soldiers below began to stir, their eyes filled with confusion and shock, and their whispered conversations gradually merged into a low buzz.

"Has he always been so talkative?"

Watching and listening to all this, Malok let out a low laugh, which was full of curiosity and a hint of undisguised emotion. He lowered his head to look at Malekith standing beside him, lowered his voice, and spoke in what he thought was a whisper.

"Of course, it seems you have learned that lesson as well."

Malekith turned his head slightly to look at Malok, his voice calm but with some meaning in his response.

Malok grinned with an ambiguous smile, crossed his arms, and watched Daquus's speech with a little approval.

Modax on the side had a different feeling. She stood on the high wallpaper and watched Dacus continue to write his legend. At this moment, she even felt that Dacus was a symbol of something beyond power and fear.

"Soldiers! Raise your heads! Look over there! Hope is before us. Opportunity is before us! What you see is not just a connection diagram, it is your future and hope! Make your own choice for yourself, for your family, and for Naggaroth!"

Daxus' voice was filled with unshakable determination and hot-blooded passion, and every word seemed to ignite a flame in the soldiers' chests.

"It tells you, every soldier, that as long as you have the ability and determination, you can change your own destiny! Your efforts will be recognized, and your loyalty will be rewarded!"

"There has never been equality in the history of our Duruchi! In the past, we were oppressed, divided, and forced to sacrifice our lives for endless struggles! But today!"

His voice suddenly became louder.

“All this will change!”

"From now on, you will no longer blindly follow an ignorant and greedy family master. You will no longer sacrifice your lives for their false honor and for wars that do not belong to you! You will no longer be treated as silent tools and consumables! Your loyalty only belongs to the goals you recognize! Your value is determined by you!"

Daxus's voice became more and more powerful, pouring down like a mountain torrent.

"Look over there! Those lines are not shackles, but ladders! They tell you that as long as you have strength and courage, you can reach any height! Every drop of sweat and every drop of blood will be remembered and will never be covered up or sacrificed in vain! Those who don't know how to reward your efforts will no longer have a place to stand!"

"We are no longer fighting just for survival, we are fighting for glory! We are fighting to change our destiny! Remember, you are not fighting alone. Every Duruchi on this land will bear witness that you are the real force supporting this land!"

"From today on, a new order that belongs to you has arrived! Do not be afraid, do not hesitate, take your first step and prove that you deserve a better future! You will obtain the land of Nagarythe and Asheril, a land that belongs to you, and you will have groups of heirs who will surround you and listen to you tell your heroic deeds!"

The soldiers in the barracks seemed to be infected by some invisible force. Their originally wandering gazes gradually focused, the noise and commotion began to subside, and were replaced by an indescribable expectation and shock.

Every word of Dacus was like a war drum beating in their hearts. Flames gradually ignited in their eyes. Some people held their weapons tightly, while others raised their heads and looked at the curtain.

The seeds of change began to take root deep in their hearts.

On the deck of the Vicious Temple, Bel-Ahor held the guardrail tightly, his knuckles slightly white from the force. His eyes were fixed on Springtwin's figure, watching Dacus overlooking the barracks and pouring out a heart-stirring speech word by word. He could clearly hear every word and every note. Dacus's voice seemed to have some kind of irresistible magic, penetrating his eardrums and reaching the depths of his soul.

Charming, magical, worth following, worth shouting for...

He took a deep breath, and the complex emotions surging in his chest almost suffocated him. He saw a leader, a strong man, a true king!
The sight of Dacreus was more stunning and more powerful than when he had first seen him in the forests of Athel Loren.

He had a feeling that Dacus was the ruler who held the whole world in his hands. Dacus's every word and action affected the fate of thousands of people, and his invisible majesty was as hot as a flame.

But he is Asul, not Duruchi.

This thought suddenly hit him like a cold hammer. His eyes swayed slightly and looked towards the east, his homeland, the land of Ulthuan full of glory and honor. He was Asur, the defender of order. He had been taught that Duruchi was just a traitor, a fallen man, and someone who must be liquidated.

However, now, these ideas began to crumble deep in his heart.

He raised his head and looked at Dacus again. He knew that there was something about this man that attracted him, infected him, and even gave him an urge to surrender. He could feel that this power transcended language and reason and acted directly on the soul.

"This is not right! This is not right!"

Bel-Ahol screamed frantically in his heart. His hands slowly loosened the guardrail, but the struggle still filled his mind. He closed his eyes tightly, feeling the cold wind blowing across his cheeks. He was in a state of great conflict, half of which was rational resistance and half of which was emotional surrender. He knew that he had stood at a fork in the road where he could not turn back, and no matter which road he took, it would completely change his life.

Eltharion, standing on the deck of the raider, stared at Dacreus in the distance, holding the bow tightly in both hands, his joints stiff to the point of aching. His breathing was rapid, and his chest felt like it was burning with fire.

"I should shoot and end it all with one arrow."

This thought was lingering in his mind like a poisonous snake. He could even feel the touch of the bowstring when it was fully drawn, and the coldness of the arrow trembling at his fingertips. His anger was burning, but that anger had no clear direction. He was not angry at Daquus himself, but at himself. He was bewitched by this Druki and shaken by Daquus' words.

He looked at the bow and arrow in his hand. It was a precious weapon passed down from his father, carrying his mission as an Asur. How could I allow myself to be led by Duruchi? They are fallen and betrayers! He screamed madly in his heart, but no matter how he tried to convince himself, the arrow never left the string.

His arms trembled, his throat tightened. He tried to force himself to believe that what Daxus said was just a lie and trick used by Druch, but his eyes could not deny what he saw. It was a power that was completely different from what he had known before, a pure and deep belief.

"A new era has arrived!"

Daxus's voice echoed like thunder, carrying unquestionable power.

"From today on, Naggaroth is no longer a slave to the powerful, but the destination of the strong! I want to tell you that the real strong are not those trash who use power to oppress and deceive, but you! You warriors who write songs of martial arts with blood, sweat, loyalty and courage!"

"We will have the most powerful warriors in the world! The most fearless warriors! We will have the most prosperous economy and the most productive workers! But all this is based on only one premise, that is, every Druch has fair opportunities and fair chances!"

His voice rose gradually, passion exploding in every syllable.

"Your strength! Your talent! Your loyalty! Will not be buried! From today on, you are no longer tools, no longer puppets to be manipulated by others!"

"I believe in you! You will never let the Witch King down, never! Never!! Never!!! Because we are Duruchi! We will never bow, we will never give in! Facing the enemy, we will not be afraid! Facing difficulties, we will endure and overcome!"

The soldiers' breathing became increasingly rapid, and Dacus' words ignited the fire deep in their hearts. At this moment, every Duruchi felt an uncontrollable tremor. They were no longer confused or hesitant, and only one belief filled their hearts: Go forward, fight for themselves and the future!

"We will never let the Witch King down!"

Daxus raised his arms high, like a spark of fire, and his voice was loud and firm.

After a moment's silence, the shouting was like a stone thrown into a lake, causing ripples.

"Never!"

“Never!!”

“Never!!!”

The sound began to rise from one place, and quickly spread to every corner of the camp, sweeping over the city walls and the Ark like a tide. The soldiers raised their weapons high, and their shouts shook the earth. Even the unchanging lead-gray sky of Naggaroth trembled with their enthusiasm.

"Because we are Druki!"

"We will never bow! We will never surrender! Facing the enemy, we will not be afraid! Facing difficulties, we will persevere and overcome!"

The cheers grew louder, and the soldiers waved their weapons. The clanging of armor and weapons was like an invisible war drum, hitting everyone's heart. They forgot their fatigue, their fear, their previous confusion and division. At this moment, they only knew that they were Duruchi, an invincible existence.

Malekith on the city wall watched all this coldly. He did not speak, but a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He stood there quietly, allowing this frenzy of cheers to continue to spread.

Daxus stretched out his hand and pointed at the curtain, towards the distance.

"Do you see it? That is your future! It tells you that we have overcome every challenge, we have endured every pain, and we always! Always!! Always!!! Move forward! Move forward!! Move forward!!! No matter how many storms there are, no matter how many enemies try to push us into the abyss, we will use iron and fire, we will use wisdom and courage to carve out our own path!"

"That's why we are Duruchi! We are the best in this world! Because we don't accept our fate, we don't bow our heads, we use our own hands to create our own glory!"

"Join the Witch King! Embrace the New Era!"

"Use your wisdom, courage and loyalty to win a future for yourself! For Duruchi! For Naggaroth! For your family! For yourself, fight! Fight! Fight!!!"

At this moment, Daxus suddenly raised his arms, creating a wave of emotions like the moment a horn was blown.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!!!"

"fighting!"

Malekith was silent for a moment, then he raised his arms and roared. Although his voice was not as passionate as Daquus's, when he waved his arms, all the remaining Duruchi nobles shouted along with him.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!!!"

A huge wave of sound swept through, shaking Naggaroth and Naggaroth.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!!!"

The shouts grew louder and louder, reaching the sky like a huge wave swallowing up everything.

At this moment, the souls of the Drukis were ignited by Dacus' voice and belief. (End of this chapter)