Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

"You have seen these days that some lizardmen are wearing glittering metal. That is not copper or bronze, but gold. Gold and gems are everywhere on this continent.

But... to them, these priceless gold and gems are just decorations... not wealth as we understand it." After seeing the speechless eyes of the crowd, Dakuus was not embarrassed at all. He had already practiced to reach his current level, and it was indeed the case.

He explained patiently, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He deliberately lowered his voice, but his voice was still loud, "Let me tell you a little secret. In the rain forest in the north, there is a temple city called Chakua. It has a prefix, "Golden City". By the way, Chapeyuto, where we are now, also has a prefix, "Sunken City."

After speaking, he smiled and looked at Siglin. The other Asur present may not understand the meaning of the Sunken City, but Siglin, who has been in Twilight Fortress for a long time, must understand.

"The City of Gold... The whole city is made of gold?" Bel-Aihor swallowed his saliva and asked in disbelief. He was a native of Lothern. In his world, Lothern was the most prosperous city in the world, but...

"I can tell you very clearly that not only Asheril, but the entire continent belongs to me. This is why Asheril appeared. There is inexhaustible wealth here. In the north, there is a gem mine. In Asheril, there is a silver mountain. These two are currently being mined, and there are many...many...many that we have not mined."

Marin looked at Siglin, who nodded with a gloomy face and responded to her question.

Asur of Twilight Fortress once explored the north, and the adventurous Beloda went deep into New Baker Port for reconnaissance. One of the team members became the earliest elf vampire.

In the end, this elf vampire died in the Claw Sea, under Cowell's duel sword.

New Baker Harbor is near the "Starlight City" Asroto, which is in the middle of the Lustria continent. The Turtle Islands on the left side of the Sotek Ridge in the west and the Serpent Islands in the east are all within the exploration range of the Asur, and the nearby Cochen Plain is also within the exploration range of the Asur.

Finarfin is from the Kingdom of Iris, but his long life in Twilight Fortress has made him regard the Arenur Peninsula as his home. Unlike most Asur colonists who like to seek stability in the archipelago, he plans to build a manor on the Cochen Plain, but now...

Just as Marin was about to say something, she was stunned. She saw Daquus covering his face with his hands. Then, she saw Dulias standing up not far away. The admiral stood up with a serious expression. After tidying up his robe, he walked towards the fence.

"It's a long time, so we don't need to miss this moment. Let's watch the show first."

Darkus's holding of the wine festival at this time is definitely not a temporary impulse. He thought about many aspects, from economy, order to culture, and then extended to faith, politics and reform. Every detail was carefully planned, and the benefits he obtained were so many that he could not kill three birds with one stone. It can be said that he had made a lot of money.

The program is one of them. No matter in which world, all culture or literature belongs to a certain class and a certain political line. Literature for literature, literature beyond class, and literature parallel to or independent of politics do not actually exist.

He knew the Druks too well. If he directly instilled rules and concepts, not only would the Druks not accept them, but they might even cause resistance.

So through performances and storytelling that the Druks loved to hear, he cleverly implanted many of the information that Dakus needed, hid the rules and concepts in a gripping story, and spread the ideas and values ​​to the audience. Then the Druks could unconsciously accept these views in laughter or emotion, and subtly influence their behavior and thinking.

The first day's performance was "Sacrifice of Aenarion", which was originally planned to be performed before the first round of the competition, but the attendance rate during that period was not ideal, so it was finally moved to the start of the second round of the competition. Through Aenarion's feat of throwing himself into the sacred fire, the importance of responsibility and sacrifice was implied, so that the descendants of Aenarion understood Aenarion's greatness and dedication.

The descendants of Aenarion do not refer to blood, but to spirit, just like the descendants of the dragon... and so on, this is the core of a nation.

The second day's performance was "Guardian of the Dragon", performed by Tolandir and special guest Splintwin, depicting the story of a red dragon and elves working together to protect a piece of land, expressing cooperation and pure power while implying the importance of cooperation. In the end, the way they left the field was very explosive. Splintwin in human form turned into a giant dragon, carrying Tolandir away from the field in the eyes of the Drukki with various emotions.

The show on the third day was "My Cold-Blooded Friend", with Tolandil as the main actor, but this time the special guest was Chupakoko. They performed a story about getting to know each other through exchanging items on the street corner, but not falling in love. This is so weird... They got to know each other and became friends, guiding Duruchi on how to communicate and interact with the Skin Lizards correctly.

The show on the fourth day was "The Story of Aenarion", singing Aenarion's deeds through martial arts.

Martial arts songs are not martial arts or mental formulas, but literary terms. They are long story poems with thousands or even tens of thousands of lines popular in France from the 11th to the 14th century. They are usually written in ten-syllable verses and mainly praise the martial arts achievements of the feudal ruling class. More specifically, they glorify the emperor, promote loyalty to the emperor, and condemn the rebellion of the nobles. They have certain positive significance in the historical development stage at that time.

The most famous one is "The Song of Roland", which tells the story of Roland, one of the twelve knights of Charlemagne, fighting against the Basques at the Roncesvalles Pass until he died in battle.

Tolandir understood what Dacus said. For him, it was as simple as drinking water. In the future, various versions will be derived from Aenarion as the anchor point. Maybe one day...

Today's performance is "The Oath of the Hellbane Family"...

"Asuryan, it's a mistake for me to stand here, a mistake! I should have gone to the performance. Do you know how it feels?" Maranul spread his hands. His words contained many emotions, serious, earnest, etc., but there was no ridicule, joking, or yin and yang.

Cowell, who is good at livening up the atmosphere, didn't say anything this time, but nodded and made an expression that said I understand. He knows when to speak, what not to say, and what to say when speaking. Maranul is now talking and expressing, not seeking anything.

Dulias, who was standing in front of the fence, turned his head and looked at his son. He didn't say anything. When he saw Dacus no longer sitting and walking towards him, he nodded to Dacus.

"We are here, there are more important things." Dacus said in a low voice.

He knew what his uncle was thinking at this moment. The Oath of the Hellbane Family was the first public performance, which had a lot of meaning. Colonia was not in the private room, but in the venue surrounded by actors and family members, she played the mother of the clan. He, Maranur and Dulias, as family members, should have participated, just like Godu's Christmas speech, but as he said, there are more important things now.

In addition, there is no oath of the Hellbane family, there is no such thing at all. This work was made by him, referring to the oath of Feanor.

The terrible oath made by Feanor and his seven sons in the city of Tirion, they swore that no matter who possessed the Silmarils, they would take them back at all costs. This terrible oath cannot be easily spoken, once it is spoken, it is unbreakable. In the years that followed, driven by the oath, Feanor and his sons caused conflicts and tragedies again and again.

But the world where Dacuus is located has no Silmarils, only power and Chaos evil gods... He can't say what will happen in the future, he can only try his best to do it and avoid it. This oath is like a patch.

"My nephew... is it necessary?"

"Before you ask, you already have the answer in your heart, my uncle." Dacus did not answer Dulias' question directly, and then he raised his voice, "Times have changed. In the next fifty years, a soldier may have ten offspring, and these offspring will have more offspring, a large family, they should learn how to get along with their family properly, not like before."

He deliberately told the latter part of the words to the Asurs to add to the staking and express his position. He believed that the Asurs could understand the meaning of his words. This means that the Duruchi society is recovering and regaining vitality. A soldier can have fifty offspring, a hundred soldiers, a thousand soldiers in a hundred years... Nagaros and Asheril have more than these soldiers.

At this time, the show began. There was no gorgeous performance, no sword dancing, no gorgeous magic. The Hell Disaster Family was well-known in the Duruchi society.

Nothing was needed, just Koronia standing on the high platform, holding a torch in his left hand and pointing the sword down with his right hand. Tolandil played Dacus, Riel played Maranul, and the family members such as Celile, Hoha, and Vizlin formed a tight inner circle, shoulder to shoulder, with their swords overlapping and their blades intersecting on Colonia's sword. More family members in the outer circle held up their swords and torches, surrounding them layer by layer, and the flames burned, illuminating the entire venue.

"They..."

"What are they doing?"

"Are they...swearing an oath?"

This scene made the audience discuss, and whispers spread among them. Some Duruchi frowned, obviously not understanding what was happening in front of them. This scene was too solemn and dignified, without the entertainment they expected, and without any exaggerated effects that a stage play should have.

In the private room, Dacus raised Vizar, and Dulias and his son also raised their swords.

Ryan stepped back and looked at his brother in the distance, and his brother smiled and nodded to him.

Telankar sat quietly in the stands, not participating in the discussion, but watching the performance that was about to begin, or...swearing an oath?

"No matter friend or foe, let alone good or evil;

No matter a powerful king or a traitor;

No matter elves or humans, or the remnants of the ancient times;

No matter law or friendship, or an alliance built by swords;

No matter fear or threats, or even destruction itself, can shake the blood and will of the Helban family!"

The family members began to recite the oath in a low voice, and their voices gradually became clearer and firmer, from slight to loud, gradually forming an irresistible force. Every voice was determined and pious, and every oath was full of loyalty and faith to the family.

Soon, their voices trembled with the oath, not because of fear, but because of excitement. The excitement from inside out made their bodies tremble slightly, and the hands holding the long swords also trembled slightly. Their eyes were full of scorching light, as if the light on the blade penetrated their souls.

"We, the descendants of the Hell Disaster Family, united around Madam Anasara, as tight as a steel chain;

No matter the conspiracy lurking in the darkness, or the enemy blatantly arguing;

We will find! Cut off! Eradicate all the evil roots that try to destroy the unity of the family! No matter how it disguises, how deeply hidden, or how far away from our sight!"

The audience held their breath, and their confusion was gradually replaced by shock. At this moment, the whole venue fell into deep solemnity and solemnity. Even the most frivolous Duruchi couldn't help but straighten his back, as if witnessing an ancient and inviolable ritual.

Telankar was stunned. The scene in front of him seemed to hit his heart with some kind of power beyond reality. A familiar figure suddenly emerged in his mind, his father. The man who had a bad temper and often got angry with him, but taught him how to survive on the Black Ark and the sea bit by bit.

Some complex emotions emerged in his lowered eyes. The teachings that once made him feel disgusted and even tired became so familiar and heavy at this moment, and even carried an inexplicable nostalgia. These teachings have saved him more than once.

"Father... Father..."

His sight turned to the place where the torches gathered. The figures of the children of the Hell Disaster Family were tough and firm, and the oaths poured into his ears like a torrent. The atmosphere of unity and solidarity made his chest ache, and he couldn't help but mutter in a low voice.

In the distance, Aspern, a contestant, paused. The overlapping sword lights, solemn oaths, and the figures of the family children surrounding the torches penetrated his heart and hit the depths of his soul. His eyes trembled slightly, and complex emotions flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, he felt a hand on his shoulder. The hand was warm and steady, with a familiar power from the past. His body suddenly froze, and he could not help but turn his head stiffly, but he was stunned the moment he turned his head.

His father was standing beside him, his eyes were deep and gentle. His heart was shocked. His father had never looked at him with such an expression, no criticism, no majesty, only tenderness and comfort.

"I am proud of you, my child."

Aspern's eyes widened, and a huge wave of waves rose in his heart. This is his father, the father who has always been cold and strict, the father who has never shown him the slightest tenderness! But at this moment, his father's eyes were like a warm ocean, wrapping him layer by layer. His throat was tightly blocked, and the words could not come out of his mouth. He could only swallow hard, trying to suppress the surging emotions.

He felt the hand on his shoulder patted gently, and then slowly moved away. When he came to his senses, his father had returned to his teammates, leaving only an empty sight and the hustle and bustle around him gradually returning. He took a deep breath and looked at the blazing torch again. The overlapping sword lights seemed to bring him back to reality, but there was still an indescribable emotion surging in his chest.

"Maybe... our family should have it too?" The masked Locksia murmured in a low voice.

"This is our oath!

We will use blood and sword to protect the glory and unity of the Hell's Disaster family until the end of the world!

If there is any betrayal of this oath, may the darkness devour our souls to endless eternity;

May the earth reject our feet and the sea abandon us.

The junction of light and shadow witnesses our oath. May Mistress Annasara remember, may the ancestors of Hell's Disaster remember, may the enemies and traitors of the family remember: the unity and strength of Hell's Disaster, unshakable, forever!"

In the private room, Vizar exuded a shocking light against the background of the fire. Daxus's eyes were firm and deep, as if they penetrated the walls of the room and merged with the overlapping images of torches and swords outside.

"The oath of Hell's Disaster, unswerving until death!"

His voice was intertwined with the shouting. Although it was not as loud as the voice outside the field, it carried a power that could not be ignored.

"The unity and strength of the Hell's Disaster are unshakable and will last forever!"

Durias and his son shouted in unison. At this moment, their faces seemed to be burning with some kind of excitement buried deep in their hearts. As the oath sounded, their eyes became more determined, and the long swords in their hands seemed to shine with this belief.

Asur in the private room was infected by this atmosphere and stood up one after another. What they felt was not only the power of the Hell's Disaster family, but also the responsibility and honor of blood connection.

At this moment, whether in the private room, on the high platform, or in the audience on the stands, everyone was deeply infected by the shock and the power of the oath.

Darkus slowly turned around and hung Vizar on the sash again, his movements were smooth and natural. He took a deep breath, raised one hand, and gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Sorry, I lost my composure. The scene just now... I guess you can understand that this oath is of great significance to our family." He said with a smile, with a bit of calmness and ease in his tone.

The Asurs in the room were silent for a moment and nodded slightly. Although their expressions remained as elegant and calm as usual, one could still see some signs of being touched in their eyes.

"Okay, where were we talking about just now? Oh, right, the economy! Yes, the economy!" Dacus calmed down, clapped his hands, and changed his tone, revealing his usual wisdom and humor, as if the emotion just now was just a momentary illusion. (End of this chapter)