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Dacus skillfully cut the heated mutton with a razor blade, and placed each slice neatly in the center of the spread pie. He then picked up the spices bottle containing pepper and cumin powder and sprinkled them, his movements smooth and careful, and then gently scraped the spices with the razor blade to ensure that every part was evenly covered. After doing all this, he skillfully rolled up the pie and handed it to Drusala who was sitting next to him.

Drusala took the pancake, nodded slightly, then took a bite, and the rich aroma of gravy and spices instantly filled the air.

The atmosphere in the dugout gradually became harmonious.

The staple food is flatbread, mutton and various canned foods, and a large pot of mutton offal soup is stewing on the fire. A thin layer of oil floats on the surface of the soup, giving off an enticing aroma.

Genevieve handed Daquus the freshly prepared mutton offal soup. The bowl was sprinkled with pepper and cumin powder, and the hot steam mixed with the strong aroma of spices rose up.

"I'm sorry, everyone, that your first meal in Naggaroth has to be this way. I know this may not be called a feast, but it doesn't stop me from serving soup instead of wine to honor your arrival, and also to another legendary guest, the famous Shadow King." Daxus took the soup bowl, raised it, and glanced at the elves in the caves, speaking in a relaxed but solemn tone. As he spoke, he looked at Aris meaningfully, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Cheers to the Shadow King!" The elves were stunned for a moment, then smiled knowingly. They raised their bowls and whispered in response to Daquus's greeting.

Then he tilted his head back and drank the mutton offal soup. The hot soup slid down his throat, and a warm and satisfied feeling instantly surged into his heart.

“Mmm, this tastes really good!”

“So stomach-warming!”

"It's delicious."

Some of the elves couldn't help but moan in pleasure.

Within a moment, the entire dugout was filled with satisfied voices and laughter, and the atmosphere was relaxed and comfortable.

"Feel free, don't be restrained." Daxus put down the soup bowl, turned his head to look at Aris, and said casually.

After that, he picked up a piece of mutton pie and took a big bite. The taste of spices and gravy quickly filled his taste buds. He didn't say anything else, just lowered his head and concentrated on eating. His movements were quick and decisive. He was already hungry, but he was very satisfied with this simple meal.

Aris looked at the bowl in front of him, and then glanced at the elves in the cave who were in a relaxed atmosphere, still hesitating. He lowered his head to smell the aroma of the soup, and his fingers paused on the edge of the bowl for a while, but he didn't notice anything. For a moment, he thought that the food had some kind of poison for him, or a slow poison, but this idea only stayed in his mind for a moment, because he didn't think it was necessary to deal with him in this way.

Finally, he took a sip. The warm soup with a strong smell of salt and spicy spices spread in his mouth. He frowned slightly. He was not used to the flavor that was different from his usual diet. His expression was a little subtle, but he did not speak. Instead, he digested this sudden calm and this unusual "banquet" alone.

After a quick taste, he lowered his head and drank the entire bowl of soup. The warm liquid flowed down his throat and reached his stomach, dispelling some of the chill. He raised the bowl and looked at the few pieces of mutton offal left at the bottom of the bowl. He hesitated for a moment, then poured the mutton offal into his mouth and chewed it.

After finishing the soup, he put the empty bowl aside, lowered his head, bent his body, and reached out to grab a large pancake. His hand paused for a moment, and did not touch the mutton, but turned to open the canned food beside him. He glanced at the dace in the can, and then looked up at Gilead who was eating with his head down. He imitated Gilead, broke off a piece of pancake, picked up a small piece of dace and put it into his mouth.

The dace is soft and juicy, with a unique seafood flavor, which forms a wonderful contrast with the taste that remains in the mouth.

His expression remained expressionless, but his movements gradually became natural and smooth. While eating, he observed the actions of other elves in the dugout as if nothing had happened.

He noticed the elves' calmness and concentration during the meal, without any unnecessary words, as if this simple dinner itself was a ritual. The elves behaved naturally, but with a certain tacit understanding. Some elves occasionally exchanged glances or whispered a few words. There was no obvious alertness or hostility in their conversations, but more warmth in their tiredness.

He focused more of his attention on Dacus, who was eating the mutton pie with big mouthfuls, his movements were unrestrained, picking up the food, sprinkling the seasoning, and rolling the pie in one go. He ate quickly, and seemed to be focused and devoted with every bite, without looking up at anyone, and it didn't seem like he was sharing a peaceful dinner with the hostile him.

"He is really hungry." Aris thought secretly.

This frank performance was in stark contrast to his previous impression of Daquus as a careful and calculating person with deep scheming, which made him unable to see through Drucci's intentions for a while.

Although he was still full of vigilance, he felt strangely relaxed. He ate the bread and dace silently, but his eyes drifted to Daquus who was sitting cross-legged and concentrating on eating. The figure of this Duruchi seemed inconspicuous, but for some reason he firmly attracted his attention like a dark magnet, as if all the light and atmosphere in this cave revolved around this Duruchi.

Soon, when Dacus slightly raised his head and turned his neck, the light from the fire happened to shine on his face, forming a strange division. The light and shadow split his face vertically, and Aris finally noticed some details that he had not noticed before.

Daxus's facial features seemed even, but his eyes and brows revealed two completely different temperaments.

This asymmetry was not obvious at first glance, but became more and more obvious as Aris observed. There were subtle differences between the two sides of Dacus' face. Dacus looked very similar to Alandrian, but upon closer inspection, they were not alike at all.

The left side of the face has slightly softer lines: the lips are slightly thinner, the nose is shallower, and the outer eyebrow is shorter. The corner and tail of the left eye almost form a smooth straight line, and the eyeliner is calm and natural. The expression of this eye is cold, as if it sees through everything in the world and is indifferent to everything, just like a calm bystander, looking down at the suffering of all living beings.

The face on the right is completely different: the lips are slightly thicker, the nose is more undulating, and the outer eyebrow line is slightly longer and slightly raised. The right eye corner is drooping, while the tail of the eye is raised high, and the upper and lower eyeliners are clearly folded at an angle, with a sharp arc. This eye reveals a trace of imperceptible anger, cold and slightly mocking, as if it feels impatient and disgusted with the pain in the world.

The left side is compassion, the right side is evil; the left side is indifference, the right side is ridicule.

Dacus's face seems to tell two extremes at the same time, with contradictions coexisting harmoniously, like a complex painting carved by time.

Ares was stunned. He had never seen such a strange face. The complexity and vicissitudes of his grandfather's brows had impressed him. He knew that the wrinkles on Daquus's brows were caused by long-term overthinking. But the Duruchi in front of him was a completely different existence. He was like his grandfather, but also fundamentally different from him. This split temperament made people feel both awe and a little uneasy.

He frowned slightly and couldn't help but shook his head gently, trying to get rid of the indescribable feeling of confusion. His eyes moved away from Dacus's face and fell on the sorceress who was sitting quietly next to Dacus.

The sorceress was so beautiful that it was hard to ignore her, but Aris's attention did not stay on her appearance. He felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if the sorceress's figure emerged from the depths of some distant memory, but he could not piece together a clear picture. This illusion made him frown again. He felt vaguely that this fragment of memory was buried in his dusty memory and might be related to the past that he did not want to talk about.

"Where have I seen her before..."

Aris asked silently in his heart, but the answer was still out of reach. He retracted his gaze, lowered his head and continued to eat the dace and bread in his hands, but he could not completely dispel the confusion summoned by the deeply buried memory.

After a long time, the meal was finally over and the atmosphere in the dugout gradually became quiet.

The elves took out canned fruit and began to enjoy them. Their conversations were interspersed with the slight popping sound of cans being opened. Meanwhile, Dacus took out a bag of sunflower seeds roasted with sugar from his bag and cracked them skillfully.

"The meal is over, it's time to get down to business."

Dacus raised his head slightly and tapped the edge of the bowl with his right hand. The sound was crisp and unquestionable. His words made everyone quiet down, and their eyes fell on him, and then looked at Aris.

"They..." Aris declined the canned fruit that Gilead handed over, his face solemn, he put his hands on his knees and sat up straight. His eyes swept over the other elves in the cave, and stopped on Dacus's face, with deep inquiry.

"Are they... your... fans?" Daxus smiled, raised his head, looked at Kerillian who was dealing with the cans again, then cracked a few melon seeds before speaking.

"Fans?" Aris frowned, his tone full of confusion. He didn't understand this word that suddenly popped up.

"Yes, fans." Daxus coined the word, and then he pointed at the elves sitting in the dugout, with a hint of joking in his tone, "Knowing that I was going to meet you, they all came. They wanted to see what the Shadow King, who left behind so many legends, looked like."

Ares narrowed his eyes slightly. He was dissatisfied with the teasing, but he did not interrupt.

"Gillead and his brother Gareth sitting next to you are the rogue Asur." Daxus raised his chin slightly and gestured to Gilead who was drinking soup.

Aris nodded silently.

"They are the Einel, from Elsin Alvin, Lauren Loren's side." Daxus turned his gaze to where Talos, Tolandil and the Einel were.

Ares's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he said nothing.

"They are Asrai, from Athel Loren, and part of Elsin Alwyn. By the way, they are very good at planting trees, would you like to discuss this with them later?" Daxus tapped his fingers lightly, his eyes glancing at a few elves sitting in the distance eating canned fruit.

A low laugh came from a distance, and it was obvious that the Asurai did not mind Daxus's teasing.

"Then..." Daxus stretched his hand to his side and pointed at the Duruchis beside him, "Like me, they are Duruchis. Do you need me to introduce them in detail?" His tone was a little nonchalant, but his eyes were looking straight at Aris, waiting for Aris' response.

"no need."

Ares narrowed his eyes even more tightly, and his gaze once again swept over the various elves in the dugout, and finally fell back on Daquus's face. He shook his head, his tone cold.

"That's good." Dacus nodded, cracked another melon seed, and said casually, "Each of them has his own story, but they all gathered here today, eating around the fire. Do you know why?"

Ares raised his head and looked into Dacius' eyes.

"Because, like me... they are interested in you, Aris of the Anar family. Or to be more precise, they are interested in the Shadow King." Daxus gently put the melon seed shell in his hand aside and clapped his hands.

"Why are they here?" Aris asked in a low voice, full of deep doubt.

"Good question. You got the core of the problem." Daxus smiled and spoke in a relaxed tone that was hard to understand. "Because we have a common goal, to survive better and to make the world a better place tomorrow."

Ares was stunned, but it only lasted for a second. He chuckled and couldn't help laughing. It was a short, mocking laugh that seemed to flow out of his throat. He was amused and angry by what Daquus said. It was ridiculous and absurd for a Druki to say such a thing. It was too unbelievable and beyond his cognition.

Daxus, who fully understood Aris's reaction, also laughed, and the elves around him also laughed. The atmosphere in the dugout suddenly became more relaxed.

"This is not funny at all." Aris's face quickly turned cold, his brows furrowed, and his tone became serious.

"What else?" Daxus raised his eyebrows, looking somewhat innocent, and spread his hands. "Did I tie them up? Did I cast black magic on them and control their minds? Or did they believe the empty oath I made? Or..." He lowered his voice and leaned towards the stove mysteriously. "Did I poison their food? Some kind of slow-acting poison? They had to show up here to find an antidote?"

Aris was very uncomfortable with Dacus' words and tone. He stared at Dacus coldly, trying to find flaws in Dacus' words. However, the smile on Dacus' face was always frank and confident, as if he was not afraid of any doubts at all.

He was speechless for a moment, and in silence he subconsciously recalled his experience just now, everything in the cave, the smell of the food, the expressions and movements of the elves. He suddenly realized a possibility, and his thoughts became clear in an instant.

"So... did you see Finnubar?" He refocused his gaze on Dacus and asked in a low but oppressive tone. "Yes!" Dacus raised his chin and answered without hesitation.

Dacus's answer shocked Aris' heart, and his eyes became sharp. All the puzzle pieces finally began to fit together at this moment. He thought that Dacus's behavior, the existence of the out-of-group Asur, Ainir, and Asrai were just some absurd coincidence, or Dacus's manipulation.

However, after getting the definite answer, these coincidences have a deeper meaning. He did see Eltharion today, and the Moon Goddess's expression indirectly answered him. Then...Has Finnubar already become part of some plan of Dacreus?

Not right.

His inner vigilance was reignited, mixed with a deep curiosity, and he felt a sense of oppression, as if he was facing a huge secret that was about to be revealed, but he couldn't fully control it.

There are many benefits to trade between Athel Loren and Ulthuan: the Asrai and Lizardmen can obtain supplies to sustain their lives; the connection between the Asrai and Asur can be further deepened; it allows Finubar's journey to Elsin Arwen to make a breakthrough, so that he can report back to Ulthuan; at the same time, it allows the lords of southern Bretonnia to become rich through trade, promote exchanges with the fairy people, and further expand their armed forces as an outer line of defense for Athel Loren, relieving the defense pressure of Athel Loren, etc.

All in all, there are many benefits.

The reason why Daxus was willing to bring Einir and Asrai to see Aris was because they really wanted to meet the Shadow King who had left various legends in the elven society. Apart from that, it was just to flatter Finnubar.

In this process, he played a role similar to Tzeentch, one plan after another, one card after another.

This was also the reason why he had invited Leandra to the meeting in Athel Loren. Leandra was an Asrai, but more of an Asrai who was isolated. Leandra, knowing what was happening, might return to Ulthuan and Caledor one day to fight for Asur and Caledor. Then the whole drama of scolding Finubar in front of all the ministers, standing up and doing something at Finubar's most critical moment.

The politics of Asur are cruel, but a bit like those of the Song Dynasty. The literati are not subject to punishment. Of course, there is no place of exile in Ulthuan, but political status can be deprived.

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Aris played a more decisive role, the last straw that broke the camel's back. The Kingdom of Nagaryth, which he led, wandered outside the political circle of Ulthuan and stood out on its own, just as he said to Eltharion in the afternoon. But he could make up for it after Leandra stood out and completely defeat Finubar.

The higher the tone you raise, the harder the fall.

At that time, Finnubar had three choices, either give up, or turn evil, or prove himself, but the probability of this happening was not high, and his behavior had already vaguely expressed his attitude.

In addition, Bel-Ahor and Eltharion served as adjutants beside Dakwus. These two were also cards, and they were good cards. They came at a very good time and witnessed everything, including the death of Morathi, the fall of the Cain Cult, the rise of the Duruchi society, social vitality, railways, steel mills, the mother of industry, military construction, etc.

How can I prove myself when I go back? What is the point of proving myself? To make more people die?

Therefore, Dacus made clear arrangements for Finnubar.

The Asrai of Athel Loren? Sorry, but now they are governed by a council, and Ulthuan can do nothing about it.

As for Marest? Dacus: Hehehe. Marest: No hehe.

"Never hate everyone because of the actions of a few people. Hatred and bigotry destroyed Nagarys, and millions of lives paid the price." Daxus's tone was low and firm. He paused, as if savoring every word that followed. "Never fall into hatred, it will only devour you bit by bit. Keep an open mind and learn to find the good in others. You will find that you may be surprised by some corners of the world."

He adjusted what Erich Hartmann had said and spoke eloquently, as if he was speaking to an entire era, but if you listened carefully, you could sense that every word was directed at Aris. The weight of his tone was like a recollection, but also like a warning.

Who is Erich Hartmann? He is the world's top air combat shooter who lived in Orange Island for a few years when he was a child, can speak some Chinese, and almost got lost at the Moscow Railway Station.

"You dare to interrupt my eternal revenge?" Aris asked back suddenly with anger burning in his eyes, his voice rising. His fists trembled slightly, like a volcano suppressing his emotions, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Nagaris does not belong to Duruchi, not before, not now, and never! Even if you kill me now, it won't happen!"

Dacus calmly raised his hand to stop the restless Duruchi companions beside him. He looked at Aris and nodded slowly.

"You are right," he said calmly, but with a hidden sharpness in his voice. "Nagareth did not belong to Duruki before, nor does it belong to him now, and it will certainly not belong to him in the future. But have you ever thought that perhaps in the near future... the elves will usher in a new era, an era of miracles?"

His gaze penetrated Aris's anger, as if striking directly into Aris's heart.

"At that time, there will be no Duruchi, no Asur, no Aiel, and no Asrai. All these old titles will become history, a memory, and exist in our textbooks. The elves will usher in a revival and transformation, a new era, no! A new era! The submerged lands of Nagarythe and Terenlock will rise again, with ships, railways, industry, and crops of wheat..."

His tone turned relaxed, his fingers flicked lightly, and his expression was full of longing, as if he had traveled through time and seen this scene.

"Ada? Emma? Sorry, I haven't thought of a new name yet. Besides, this is not something I can decide alone. We need everyone to sit down and study it carefully."

Ada is a little hard to deal with. Those who understand will understand. Emma... Without the queen, there would be no Emma.

Aris's expression became complicated. He could feel that Dacus' words were not empty words. He opened his lips slightly and wanted to say something, but Dacus raised his hand to stop him.

"Don't rush to refute. Perhaps one day, you will leave Nagarythe with your shadow warriors and go to Elsin Arwen, where you have never been. There, we will raise Esor Talarian from the bottom of the sea again, just like we did thousands of years ago, just like we did when we revived Chapeyuto before."

He suddenly stopped, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were extremely sharp.

"But that's for the future. Now let's talk about the present, why I came to find you instead of hunting you, or why I didn't kill you just now."

"what reason?"

Aris did not respond immediately, but looked at Dacus with complicated eyes, wanting to see through every inch of this Duruchi's soul. After a long silence, he finally spoke.

There are many tragic characters in the medieval world, such as this so-and-so and that so-and-so, and so on, but there is no doubt that Aris is definitely qualified to be in the top three!
In the 1620th year of Phoenix King Barshana's reign, Aris came of age, that is, he was 16 years old. According to the Imperial calendar, Barshana came to power in -4419, -4419 minus 1620 equals -2799, plus 16, Aris was born in -2815, from -2799 to 2528, the end of the end, Aris lived a total of 5343 years. (This is not accurate, it doesn't match)

The root of Aris's tragedy... is hard to say, it might be the moment when Aenarion married Morathi, it might be when Malekith was not chosen as the Phoenix King in that council, it might be when Malekith decided to leave Nagarythe to conquer new territories for the elves, or it might be... but in any case, the root of Aris's tragedy has a lot to do with Malekith and his mother.

Putting aside personal feelings, Daxus believes that Morathi accounts for 60% and Malekith accounts for 40%. Of course, Morathi may account for more.

After Malekith left Nagarythe, Morathi, who ruled, became jealous of Eloran, though Eloran did not often exercise power, and wove a complex politics that isolated the Anar from the rest of Ulthuan while tightening her control over Anlek and Nagarythe.

Malekith's fear of the Anar family after returning to Nagarythe was more like a trigger, but he just wanted to weaken the power of the Anar family and use them for his own purposes, which is the common political strategy of suppressing first and then pulling, rather than destroying the Anar family. He always respected Eloran, who was his father's adjutant.

However, Morathi had long been dissatisfied with the Anar family and had begun to lay out his plan long before Malekith returned to Nagarythe, which eventually failed. The actual operations against the Anar family were all carried out by Morathi. During the execution, Malekith was like a hot chicken, lying on the couch and groaning. When Malekith saw Aris for the second time, things had changed. Aris had become the Lord of Shadows.

At the end of the world, Aris, who was very righteous, chose to make dumplings. After shooting Malekith with an arrow, he was done with it. Then, he came to Athel Loren from Ulthuan with a few elves. He and Imrik did not participate in the last battle. Here, he fought until the last moment of the end. (Fuck ET plot)

And then nothing happened...

In the next era, Aris disappeared, and Malekith and Morathi became gods...

What the hell...

Has Aris got his revenge?

Dacuus didn't know, but he knew that there was an opportunity before Aris now. Just like he and Hellebron said, he didn't care who killed Morathi. He only cared that Morathi died, not fleeing to the north, or ascending to the devil, which was really disgusting. But compared to letting Hellebron kill Morathi, he hoped that Aris would take revenge.

Isn't this also an achievement? Maybe he should have a system to make up for his regrets, just like a time traveler going to Night City to be a nanny, first save David's mother, and then...

As for Aris and Malekith...

Sorry, it has nothing to do with him, and he has also asked Malekith today. Malekith can't make up his mind now. He doesn't want to see Aris, nor does he want to do anything to Aris. So let's wait until later.

Whether Aris shot Malekith with an arrow to wipe out his hatred, or slapped Malekith with two thunderbolts on his ears, or something else, it had nothing to do with him, just like when the white dwarf charged at Malekith, he wouldn't care. He would just stop Koran, squat aside, and watch the fun while chewing melon seeds.

This is Malekith's business, and these things are not within the scope of politics, although they are related to politics. He is not Aenarion, not Malekith's father, and the most he can do is to settle Malekith's affairs after his death, such as preventing the elves and dwarves from fighting again.

"Now, there is an opportunity in front of you. You have seen everything that happened during the day." Daxus said, took a deep breath, and his eyes became particularly serious. "In a few hours, when the first ray of morning light breaks through the sky, the army of Duruchi will march towards Gorond. And I... invite you here to join us."

Ares' expression froze instantly. He stared at Daxus, with complex emotions surging on his face like the tide, including shock, struggle, and a hint of imperceptible vigilance.

"Moras? What is this? Alms?" He was silent for a long time, then spoke in a low voice, with a hint of anger and disdain in his tone.

"I don't know." Daxus spread his hands slightly, shook his head, and said calmly, "I only know that if you agree, you won't have to jump up and down and look for opportunities to take action. The city of Gorond is now full of Chaos servants, and the scene is very chaotic. You will follow me, follow Duruchi's army, and enter Gorond."

"I...will join in!"

Aris pondered for a moment, his eyes flickering. He didn't think that Dacus was lying to him. He wouldn't kill Morathi first and then turn around to deal with him. It would be meaningless. If Druki really wanted to attack him, he would have died under the lightning when they met, instead of sitting here eating and talking. After thinking for a moment, he nodded.

"Yes." Daxus showed a satisfied smile and nodded slightly, "Perhaps, you can meet Hellebron in Gorond. But..."

"But what?"

"I have a friend, but he's not here." Daxus deliberately dragged out his tone, with a meaningful look in his eyes, "His name is Seonlan, and he's the chosen one of Edreze. Of course, that's not the point. The point is... he is about your age, and he was born in the Kingdom of Cosqui." After saying that, he gave a look that said you know what I mean.

There is no doubt that it makes the most sense to let Seonlan kill Hellebron. After all, Seonlan's identity is there: Aslai, the chosen one of Edreze, born in Cosqui, and personally experienced the catastrophe that Hellebron launched against Cosqui in his childhood. It can be said that all the elements are met.

Dacus can then express his stance to Finnubar and the Kosqui system to increase his bargaining chips.

"I understand." Aris' pupils shrank slightly. Looking at Dacus' face cut by the flames, a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes. The expression on his face was complex and deep. He realized the deep meaning of Dacus' words.

"Then... go to sleep first?" Seeing this, Dacus raised his lips slightly and pointed to the empty bed in the dugout. (End of this chapter)