Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Although the dining table is Chinese-style, it is not placed in a private room, but in a slightly open venue. The venue is magical, there is no amplification when you speak softly, and there is no echo when you speak loudly.

When the guests arrived, Darkus, as the landowner, stood up. His action was like a signal. All the elves present, regardless of whether they were landowners or guests, stood up one after another, even Chupa Coco stood up.

"Modax."

"Skarandir."

"Splintwen."

"This..." There were four guests, but Darkos only had the idea of ​​introducing three. He shook his head and glanced at the last guest.

There is a temple in Tar Litanel, and in the temple there is... no, there is a tower, the Tower of the Dragon, and there is a dragon in the tower. Now, Bajir has settled there and has become the master of Dragon Tower. The guests set out from Lauren Loren. They were not too surprised when they saw the red dragon in human form. After all, they had seen it before and had laid the foundation for it. On the way to the Mask Palace, Darkus also I told you about the red dragon.

Of course, there is still some shock. Sieglin and Finafen, who came from Twilight Fortress, have never been to Lauren Loren, and have never seen Bajir who can talk and laugh happily at the banquet. Now... they are meeting people for the first time. It was inevitable that they were a little shocked when the dragon in the form of a dragon appeared in front of them.

"Scakuzzar!" Skakuzzar, who was wearing a toga with black as the main body and red as the decoration, nodded slightly to Darkus, and then looked around the audience with flaming dragon eyes, with heavy eyes. There is a subtle hint of complex emotions intertwined with nostalgia and anger.

Except for Belloda, the other Asurs present looked at each other in confusion. They didn't know what Darkos was trying to do, and they didn't know why the red dragon showed malice.

"Seeing you, I remembered that I still have a name! A given name." He took a deep breath, his voice was low, with the resonance of an urn, and he spoke slowly in Elsalin. His Elsaline is pure and smooth, unlike some crudely imitated accents, but has a deep ancient charm, with a hint of the unique accent from the Kingdom of Caledor.

"Elendak!" he finally said the name, his voice vibrating low in the air.

There is no doubt that the Asurs are shocked. There is no reason why they have never heard of the name Illendak because of their family background. The War of Revenge has ended for thousands of years, but now Elendak, who has been involved in almost the entire War of Revenge, appears in front of him.

"The Dragon of Elendriel?" There was no brief silence. When Eltharion heard the name, he blurted it out.

"Malock?" Karahir asked as he thought of something. The moment he heard it, he heard a voice. At first, he thought he heard it wrong, or said it wrong? But the feedback from the surroundings let him know that he heard and said correctly, and he looked at the focus of everyone's eyes with an expression of disbelief.

The next second, except for Chupa Coco, who was still fighting with the napkin, everyone in the venue turned their attention to Elsarion. Their expressions and eyes were full of various emotions. Brother, you are really brave. Speechless, admiring, watching the excitement is not a big deal, joking...

Marlene looked at Elsharion with an annoyed look.

Bel-Ehor on the other side looked at Elsharion with a speechless expression. Perhaps his father's decision at that time was wrong. He should not have let Elsharion come, but let his brother Yelian come. It seems that his brother and Elsharion are very similar in some aspects, and what else can he do when his brother comes, unlike now, he can only hold Elsharion's arm to remind him.

Darkus, who was in the distance, looked at Elsharion with an expression that said, "You're such a tough guy." He just wanted Malok to tease the Asurs and let them experience history before their eyes. I didn't expect this feeling...I never expected it. What does it mean to open up close to the face? That's it!

Elendak means the Dragon and the Sword of Elandriel in the Elsalin language. Of course, this sounds nice, but it can also be understood as the dog and servant of the Elsalin. Can this be said? Just know it, there is no need to say it.

"Huh?" Marlock's eyes suddenly turned cold, his eyes were burning like fire, and his low tone was filled with overwhelming anger. The Dragon of Elendriel was the shackles of his past, the shame he carried under the servitude of Assur. At this moment, an Assur easily opened up old scars that he wanted to forget.

The air suddenly became tense, and everyone felt a sense of oppression. That was the power that Marlock released silently.

"Scakuzhar, please accept our sincere apology. Elsharion's words were not intended to offend. He... was just an unintentional mistake." Marlene took a deep breath and suppressed her heart. As the head of the mission, she must stand up at this time. She took a step forward and stood next to Eltharion. After nodding in greeting, she spoke smoothly. Her tone lacked the unique nobility of Assur, but her eyes were firm and soft.

However, Marlock's anger did not dissipate. He stared at Marlene closely, the fire in his eyes seeming to reflect the pain and humiliation of his past.

"Scakuzzar, the past has become the past. We are here to create the future, aren't we?" At this moment, Splinterwen gently took Skakuzar's arm, red The scales glowed dimly in the dim light, and his eyes were full of comfort.

It's up to you to figure out your own business. He and Skakuzar had a common experience, but there were some subtle differences. He tried to persuade Skakuzar with reservations, so as not to remind Skakuzar of the fact that he sold out his teammates and arouse Skakuzar's greater anger. After that, he looked at Marlene.

"Maybe you're right, but I can't let go of some names." Malok's expression eased slightly, but the anger still lingered in his eyes. He retracted his gaze, slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, as if suppressing his inner anger, and responded to Springwin in a low voice.

Dakuus looked at Modax. After sensing his gaze, Modax looked at him for a second, and then each returned to the state of the previous second, neither preparing to say anything nor preparing to do anything. The steps are there, but it's not enough. He and Modax can't lean towards one side or take sides. This is not good.

At this moment, Isharion realized his rashness, and his face showed some regret and apology. He seemed to want to apologize, but he was speechless for a while because of the pressure from the surrounding and his own pride.

Bel-Ahor next to him patted Isharion's shoulder helplessly and sighed softly. At this time, he couldn't say anything, let alone do anything. If he could, he really wanted to say something on behalf of Isharion.

"Our words and deeds were not well thought out. Please forgive our recklessness at this moment. We hope that the shadow of the past will no longer be an obstacle between us." Marin apologized again.

Malok opened his eyes, his eyes were cold and no longer burning, as if he was recalling his lost years. Then, he looked at Dacus and nodded slightly, reluctantly accepting the apology.

"Split Wing, how are you prepared?" Dacus asked casually after sitting down again.

"The championship is ours!" Splinterwin sat next to Chupakoko, with one hand on the back of Chupakoko's chair and the other on the table, looking sideways at Chupakoko. After hearing Dacus's voice, he said confidently, as if the championship was firmly in his hands, even though the first game had not even started.

"The championship is ours! This is our... gift... to Umak!" At this time, Chupakoko stood up and refuted in the not-so-smooth Elsalin language, each word full of passion and determination.

"Oh?" Malok put his hands on the table and leaned his head to look at Chupakoko who was blocked by Splinterwin.

"The championship is ours!" Chupakoko's figure stood out in the shadow of Splinterwin, but his eyes burned with fearless flames. He jumped onto the chair, his slender tail swung in the air, and he declared loudly to Splinterwin and Malok again, with a firmness in his voice, as if declaring his confidence.

"Little guy, winning the championship is not enough to rely on confidence. Wait until you meet real challenges on the court, then talk about gifts." Springtwin sneered, turned slightly, folded his arms, and smiled contemptuously.

"Hmph! Don't underestimate us! The ancient saints will bless us and make you red dragons stunned! Stunned!" Chupakoko, who felt despised, became even more unconvinced. He waved his hands high and almost trembled with excitement. Perhaps because of the excitement, a steady stream of fluent Elsalin language came out of his mouth.

"I hope your confidence can be realized as strength on the court. Then you will know what real power is!" Malok raised his eyebrows slightly and sneered.

Darkus, who was listening from a distance, smiled. Time and experience made Chupakoko more sophisticated and mature than before. Facing the provocation of the red dragon, Chupakoko did not tell the configuration of the lizardman team, nor did he point out the disadvantages of the red dragon team.

Lizardmen include Skinks, Chameleon subspecies, Lizardmen, Giant Lizards, and Slann. And now, Snakemen? Slann will definitely not play. How can he play? Do he really treat Chengyu as an e-sports chair and hit it? There is no other way. He can at least run on the field. It would be better to put a Great Unclean One on the field. Besides, magic is forbidden on the field.

Snakemen? There really are. As far as he knows, there are two, one on the field and one as a substitute. Snakemen move very fast on flat ground, can coil when close to the body, and have four arms when touching the ball... except that they cannot jump and their tails cannot be stepped on.

Blood Bowl Rugby has many rules and skills. The surging power and necessary violence are not everything. The fist can whistle at the opponent's face, but the premise is that it must touch the opponent.

Skins who have been with Giant Lizards for a long time have unique skills. They not only sit on the shoulders of Giant Lizards, but also know the activities and attack range of Giant Lizards. When they fight, they will not stand stupidly in the attack range of Giant Lizards and be smashed away by the whistling hammers and sticks. They would stand on the side to protect the monitor lizard's flank. The straight line between two points is the shortest. When the monitor lizard turns around, they don't go around, but go straight into the crotch.     It can only be said that at the beginning, everyone thought they were so good and played blindly. After playing a few times, they would not say this set of words when provoking each other, but would change a set of words.

Skarandil did not join in the provocation of Chupakoko, but stared at Maranul in the distance. He was not interested in rugby or anything, so he did not participate. He was not interested in this banquet either. This was not the first time he participated. Every time he ate with the elves, he didn't eat so well. Sometimes he was even hungrier after eating. In the past, he would find a way to eat enough, but that was in the past. He just wanted to finish as soon as possible, find something else to eat, and then go back to sleep, but there was no way, because he was Maranul's partner.

Maranul received the signal and winked, then passed the signal to Dacus.

"Then... let's start first?" Dacus received the signal and smiled slightly, looking around the venue, his eyes swept across the faces of every relative, partner and friend. Although he was asking, he was already clapping his hands gently.

Serene and Liarel had their own things to do and would not attend this time; Master Xia was not interested in the banquet; some of Duruchi, Ainir and Aslai who were in Chapeyuto did not attend either. The Edreze believers headed by Baine, Celile and Seonlan were preparing, training, studying tactics, and preparing to get a result. They only sent a few representatives and those who wanted to come.

Some were in other places or had other things to do. After Kallion finished driving the train, he had to train, and he would participate in the chariot racing competition as a driver of the white team. Whitney from Asheril; Ilanya who was in charge of preparing the festival; Garros from Potosi; Gilead and the two brothers of the Denaris family from Rosario Province; Alyssa, Liv, Asanok from La Plata, etc., they still have to wait for a while to come.

The reason why he didn't decide to start was that he was waiting for two people who hadn't come yet. Now, he decided not to wait.

Several dining cars were slowly pushed to the center of the hall, and the wheels made a slight rolling sound on the floor. Various unopened bottles of wine and drinks were neatly placed on each car, and labels with origins and varieties were placed in front of the bottles to facilitate guests to choose freely. Various bottle openers were thoughtfully prepared on the dining car, and the cup racks next to it were filled with high-foot glasses and barrel-shaped whiskey glasses, creating a free and casual atmosphere.

"All of them are alcoholic drinks produced in Asherel, with labels on them. You can choose what you want to drink and how you want to drink it. You can open it and pour it yourself. It's up to you. It's okay to drink as much as you want." Daxu pointed to the dining car and introduced it enthusiastically.

From fruity red wine to crystal clear white wine, there is also a thick, smoky whiskey. In order to satisfy all tastes, there are also refreshing beers suitable for the taste of elves; rum made from sugar cane, not the dregs after the sugar is squeezed; chicha wine certified by lizardmen; slightly sour apple cider, and a special Asherel special brewed honey wine, exuding a light sweet fragrance. In addition to alcoholic drinks, there are also white grape juice and peach juice that Daxu particularly likes and can be drunk as drinks, ensuring that all guests can find a drink that suits them.

Dacus first picked a bottle of wine and gestured to Drusala. Seeing Drusala smiling and nodding as he was placing the glasses, he picked another bottle of wine, then took a bottle of white grape juice that he liked, and then took a bottle opener.

After opening it, he poured the wine into the goblet in front of Drusala, but he didn't fill it up, only one-third, because there were all kinds of sayings and tricks in it. Then he put another bottle of wine in the empty space between him and Maranul, then opened the one he wanted to drink and filled it directly.

At the same time, the guests present were also choosing and pouring their own wine, or choosing and pouring for each other. Cowell did not sit next to Alatar, but sat next to Kerillian, and kept showing his courtesy to Kerillian. Beloda did not sit next to Marin, but sat next to Franais.

Chupacoco grabbed his favorite chicha without hesitation. He completely ignored the bottle opener on the dining cart, clamped the bottle between his legs, inserted the nail of his right thumb into the cork, and exerted force on his shoulder. With a crisp sound of "pop!", the cork was pulled out by him. He bit the cork in his mouth, threw it away casually, and then raised the bottle directly, raised his head and drank happily. The sound of drinking attracted some surprises and joyful laughter in the venue.

The treatment of the three generals of the Red Dragon was special. Other dining carts were pushed around the table and selected by the guests, but they were different. Three carts full of drinks stopped directly behind them. Their drinking method was also quite rough. They chose strong whiskey with a high degree, each of them had a bottle, plus a handful of spicy and hot dried chilies specially prepared for them.

Their nails were as sharp as knives. When the bottle turned a circle, the bottle mouth and the cork inside were cut open. They each grabbed a handful of dried chili peppers and stuffed them into their mouths. The hot stimulation instantly ignited their taste buds, and then they brought the mouth of the whiskey bottle to their mouths and raised their heads to drink it down in big gulps. The spiciness of the liquor and the heat of the chili peppers intertwined, and the unique heat-resistant physique of the red dragons made them drink extremely boldly.

The aroma of the wine, the spiciness of the chili peppers, and the strength of the whiskey mixed into a stimulating breath that filled the venue.

Modax, who was standing aside, was slowly opening a bottle of red wine with a corkscrew. She slowly unscrewed the cork and poured the wine into the goblet. Her movements were delicate and sophisticated, forming a sharp contrast with the rough drinking style of the three generals. When she caught a glimpse of the bold behavior of the three generals from the corner of her eye, she shook her head slightly and then took a sip of the wine.

She closed her eyes and felt the delicate layers of the wine spread in her mouth, immersed in her own world, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. However, the loud laughter and the pungent smell of chili beside her drifted into her nose. After swallowing the wine, she opened her eyes, raised her glass to Dacus and the three generals, and sipped gently.

Each red dragon has his own way, whether it is bold or elegant, it is their proud and unique mark. There is no elegance, no vulgarity, the main theme is freedom and casualness, do whatever you want.

Gagarin did not understand the eating habits of the nobility and did not know how to use tableware. When drinking black tea with the empress, he fished out the lemon slices and ate them. Napoleon did not kneel down when he was crowned. He directly grabbed the crown and put it on his head.

Etiquette is just a facade, it is a face, strength is the inside, without the inside, there is naturally no face, the rules are set.

On the other side, Dacus did not shake the wine glass. After greeting Drusala and Maranul on his left and right, he also greeted the guests who greeted him, and then raised his head and drank the grape juice in the glass.

Marin poured a glass of red wine gracefully and tilted the glass gently to observe the color and transparency of the wine, judging the variety, age and quality of the wine by the color. She found that the color of the wine was very dark, ruby ​​red, and shiny. It was recently brewed, but clear, without impurities and sediments. She gently shook the wine glass to release the aroma of the wine while observing the wine legs on the wall of the wine glass. The wine legs were thick and contained a high amount of alcohol.

Then, she smelled the wine for the first time. The natural aroma was rich and had different layers, exuding delicate fruity aroma and a hint of warm tannin.

After finishing the smelling step, she turned her head and looked at Fenrer who had also reached this step. Fenrer, who was about to taste the wine, looked at her and raised his glass to her. She also raised her glass and then tasted it.

She first took a small sip to taste the wine, letting the wine stay in her mouth for a few seconds, chewing the wine gently in her mouth, feeling the acidity, sweetness, fullness of the wine, and tannins. After completing this step, she began to inhale to enhance the perception of the aroma. After swallowing, she felt the aftertaste of the wine in her mouth.

When the tasting was over, she looked at Fenrer again. After seeing Fenrer nod to her after finishing the tasting, she also nodded.

"Ms. Marin, the wine you drink is produced in the Asherel region, Cuyo Province. As for the winery, there is none at present, but it is not important. What do you think?" Dacus, who had refilled the glass, looked over and asked with a hint of curiosity.

Except for the three generals and Chupakoko who were drinking fiercely, the elves and Modax present stopped what they were doing and looked at Marin.

"The wine has a strong fruity aroma and rich layers. It is a superior product. Asherel's brewing skills are excellent." Marin, who had seen many storms, raised her glass to greet Dacus, then took a sip gently, feeling the aroma of the wine blooming in her mouth, smiled after a moment, and answered softly.

Dacus nodded with satisfaction. He was very satisfied with Marin's answer. He didn't say anything that shouldn't be said, or other messy things. He decided to give one item to Marin and Fenrir, but he was not in a hurry. There was no need to say it now. He raised his glass, his voice loud and passionate, as if he wanted to inject this blessing into every glass of wine.

"Then I will toast you with this wine!"

The guests present saw this, put down their things in their hands, stood up and responded to his respect. The elves looked solemn, and the goblets in their hands reflected the luster of various colors of wine in the dim light. Chupakoko excitedly raised the bottle, and the three generals of the red dragon also stopped their rough drinking and raised the bottle to respond.

"May the world last forever, and may we coexist forever!" Daquus looked around at everyone, took a deep breath, and said loudly with full of pride.

His voice echoed in the hall, with an ancient solemnity, as if it was a blessing across the years. This heroic word moved everyone present. The elves from all over the world and from all branches nodded slightly, raised their glasses solemnly, and drank the wine in the cup. The red dragons raised their heads, and a glimmer of pride flashed in their fiery pupils. Chupakoko raised the bottle of wine with a serious look on his face, as if this was a sacred ceremony.

At this moment, the barriers seemed to be melted away, the place became heated, and the whole venue was filled with a rare harmony and resonance, as if in this brief tranquility, all ethnic groups recognized and respected each other, and enjoyed the peace and celebration of this moment together.

"Praise the ancient saints!"

"Long live forever!"

"Praise Asuryan!"

"Long live!"

At this moment, a figure quietly appeared. She had a typical human face and a dignified expression. Under the gaze of the elves, lizardmen, and red dragons present, she slowly walked over. Her every move was full of elegance and calmness, as if she was confident and calm without any external interference. (End of this chapter)