Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

After Dacus finished speaking, he turned around and looked at the game.

Today's event is a horse-and-arms duel, Talos vs. Finarfin, but it has not started yet and is in the preparation stage.

"Imagine that the Black Ark Fleet docked in Chapeiuto attacked the Anureil Peninsula, instead of... the Black Ark Fleet sailing past the Anureil Peninsula normally..." After watching for a while and seeing that it had not started yet, Dacus turned around and leaned against the fence, folded his arms, and looked at his uncle.

"Our warlock will lead the pirates to launch a raid from underwater, raid your eagle ship, and I can assure you that the raid will be a perfect success! You will not receive any signal of their destruction." Dulias nodded. At this time, he already understood what the big plan was, although it was a little abstract. He also knew what his nephew was doing, although... he knew it was time for him to go on stage, and he was the professional in his nephew's mouth. He drank the wine in the glass, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said in a deep voice.

After hearing this, Siglin's already gloomy face became even gloomier. She wanted to refute, but she thought Dulias was right. The eagle ship could not stop this long-planned raid.

"Before the raid, part of the army will be on standby at the southern outpost and the passage to the whirlpool swamp, and part will be stationed in the current Rosario Province. I know you have giant eagles and aerial reconnaissance, but so what? What will you decide? Siglin... Admiral?" Dulias said in a deep voice after seeing that Siglin had no objection.

Siglin did not speak, but shook her head. It was useless to say anything. There was no solution.

The original duty of Twilight Fortress was to protect the commercial interests of Ulthuan and guard the westbound route to the maritime colonies south of Nibon and Zhendan. Despite its remote location, the fortress is still an important transportation link. The fortress used to have several sea guard corps stationed, but more than ten years ago, there were only a small number of patrols patrolling the city walls and operating the Eagle Claw crossbow artillery group.

Faced with this situation, she had two choices. One was to gather all the troops of the Twilight Fortress, confront the army of Druki on the Anureil Peninsula, and wait for Druki to launch an attack.

Abandoning the Twilight Fortress and fighting with the Druki army on the plains was the most wrong choice. The garrison of the Twilight Fortress was not large, and it would not last long before the entire army was annihilated. But... now that she knew that the stairs of the Twilight Fortress would be detonated and the main body of the fortress would collapse, this did not seem to be the most wrong decision?

The second was to defend the fortress and rely on the Twilight Fortress for defense. If it was defended, the fleet would lose its function. The harbor bordering the northern land was suitable for fleet assembly, but not for fleet attack. The harbor was not the sea, and there was no space for fleet maneuvering. The fleet parked in the harbor was Druki's target.

She could hold the ships in her hands and treat them as consumables. Once the Twilight Fortress could no longer hold on, she could send out a small number of ships, maneuver in the harbor, and attack the Druki army.

But... there is a problem with the stairs of Twilight Fortress, which is a fatal problem with no solution. Even without stairs, the situation she faces is also unsolvable. She knows that the Black Ark of Duruchi moves very slowly, but the speed of the plunder fleet is very fast. It can follow the wind and go all the way down. One part of it will besiege the Spear Island, Polite Island and Lost Soul Island, while the other part will pass through the three islands and directly participate in the siege of Twilight Fortress. What awaits her will be annihilation.

There is no solution. No matter what she does, it will fail.

Failure is only a matter of time. Twilight Fortress will be destroyed, and even the fleet stationed in Twilight Fortress will not be able to escape. What awaits the residents of the three islands will be a massacre.

Perhaps, evacuating from the beginning is the best choice, but this choice is not in her options at all.

First of all, she didn't know that there was a problem with the stairs, and even if she knew, she couldn't do anything. She is Admiral Asur, and her duty is to guard the Anureil Peninsula. The factions of the residents of the three islands are complicated, and the evacuation is fast, but the previous consultations will take a lot of time unless she takes tough measures.

Then, before the arrival of the Duruchi fleet, she led the Asur of the Anureil Peninsula to the Lost Islands of Ilaitis. What was waiting for her after that? What would be waiting for her?

Explain to the Phoenix Court that there was something wrong with the stairs of the Twilight Fortress to get rid of the sin of abandoning the land? This was simply unacceptable. Even if the mages of the Twilight Fortress confirmed it, would the traditionalists believe it? What if they believed it? Would the traditionalists give up this precious opportunity to attack her and Finnubar?

By then, she would survive, but she would always be branded as a coward, and her political and military career would be completely over. When talking about her, the Asur nobles would say: She ran away before Duruchi came. The reputation of her family and the faction behind her would suffer a devastating blow, and her behavior would likely lead to the destruction of the faction's thousand-year layout in one day.

The atmosphere in the private room was oppressive, and cold sweat flowed down Siglin's face that was as heavy as water.

"You will die, Finarfin and Belloda will die, Telsoma Green Valley of the Lost Soul Island, Princess Elsab Falling Star of the Spear Cay Island, and Chief Ward will all die. Marin... do you know... what this means?" The scene that Daxus had expected did not appear, no strategic deduction, no verbal battle, and no angry fight. Maybe he was too successful in peeling the onion before? Seeing that Siglin was about to be dehydrated, he said in a deep voice when he saw that the time was almost right.

"I know." Marin, who also looked solemn, said in a deep voice. After a pause, she continued, "You may go to Elsin Alvin again, but it will never be like now, we are sitting here chatting... Another time node? We should have died at that time? Died in Athel Loren."

"Yes." Daquus sighed as he looked at the ceiling.

Telsoma Green Valley of the Lost Soul Island is the only permanent resident on the island. He is a weird wizard who cultivates various dangerous Lustria plants in a huge exotic garden. As a researcher, he has a label on him, the White Tower Wizard of Hos.

The Kingdom of Terrenlock cited an ancient charter signed by Barshana, claiming the right to rule the Spear Reef.

In order to appease the dissatisfaction of the Kingdom of Terrenlock, the tenth Phoenix King "Sage" Bel-Hathor gave the Spear Reef to Princess Elsab Meteor of the Kingdom of Terrenlock, but only in name. Because this move was criticized by the nobles of the Kingdom of Yvresse, who complained that their kingdom had suffered a lot in the process of protecting this colony.

Then, Bel-Hathor appointed Ward from the Kingdom of Yvresse to manage the Spear Reef, receive important representatives, and communicate with the Twilight Fortress through the signal of the lighthouse...

A classic peacemaker.

There is no need to say much about the identities and backgrounds of Siglin, Finarfin, and Belloda...

It doesn't matter whether Telsoma and Elsab die or not, Dacuus doesn't care, what's important is that the other four are dead, which means there is no talk at all. Finnubar knew that he would never talk to him after what happened in the Twilight Fortress. How can he talk about this? There is no way to talk at all.

He only faces two results. Finnubar pretends to talk to him, delays time, and then finds an opportunity to run away. The other is that he killed Finnubar when he was in Athel Loren. After these two results, what happened now will not happen. Malin, Adeanna, Bel-Ahor and Istharion appear in front of him and appear on the continent of Lustria.

Finnubar made this choice after sensing the goodwill signal he released. Unless he was possessed by the Great Demon of Tzeentch...

He didn't think that Finnubar would send these important people when facing the first result. Maslan and Lilith couldn't persuade him, and they couldn't say that they would guarantee the safety of these people in the name of God? Finnubar didn't need to say anything else, just ask one question: How to explain Twilight Fortress? It would stop these two gods from moving.

"Then let's make a bold assumption. We didn't go to Elsin Arwen, but returned to Naggaroth, and you returned to Ulthuan. We didn't meet in Athel Loren, and we are not familiar with each other, so...what will happen next?"

The Duruch didn't respond, but waited for the Asur's response. But the Asur didn't respond, but looked at Bel-Aihor.

"Revenge!" Bel-Aihor said firmly.

"Yes, revenge." The show started, and Dakwus was waiting for this sentence. He spread his hands, signaling the elves present to start playing freely, "Your aunt and Belloda died on the Anureil Peninsula. If your father does not respond, this matter is unacceptable. Therefore, revenge is right and completely reasonable. Then the question is, how to retaliate? Don't worry, speak openly, this is a hypothesis and deduction."

"Economy and order are the cornerstones of social stability, and they all come from here. To put it more bluntly, Naggaroth relies on blood transfusions from Asheril, so that a soldier can have ten offspring, unless... you give up Naggaroth and move all the Duruchi here?" Marin said in a deep voice, she directly said the key.

"You are right, the supplies here are abundant, abundant enough to accommodate Naggaroth immigrants. But there is no iron ore here, but this problem can be solved..."

"What about wood? As far as I know, Asheril is a plain, there is no wood. Are you going to mine the wood in the rainforest? I don't think the wood in the rainforest is suitable for shipbuilding." Siglin interrupted Daquus's words and said a key.

"This is a technical problem, it can be solved!" Drusala, who had been silent, spoke up.

"Attack the shipping routes, attack your round-trip fleet. How do you deal with it? Aesirel's supplies are produced seasonally, and you can't send only one fleet a year, consisting of hundreds of ships at a time. Twilight Fortress is gone, but our fleet can attack from Ulthuan and Anaheim..." Bel-Ahor responded.

"Don't want Ulthuan anymore?" Cowell's tone was full of teasing.

"As long as we strengthen our vigilance, you won't find a chance!"

"Attack our fleet while guarding Ulthuan? You have so many fleets?"

"Of course!"

"We can attack from the Turtle Islands and cross the mountains to attack your mining area."

Dulias slowly poured himself a glass of wine. He found that if he didn't join the quarrel, it seemed that he had nothing to do?

"We will send a fast strike fleet composed of dragon ships to attack your shipping routes. As long as your transport fleet is destroyed, you will suffer a fatal blow. Shipbuilding takes time, sailors need to be trained, and the newborn children of Naggaroth are crying out for food and waiting for the arrival of supplies. If the supplies that should have arrived do not appear, can your economy and order be maintained?"

Marin glanced at Bell-Aihor, stopped what she was about to say, and finally shook her head helplessly. Just like what Dacus said just now, speak with confidence, speak openly, this is assumption and deduction.

"You dispatched the black ark to protect the route? The route is so long, what's the point of deploying the ark fleet on the route? You can't deploy the arks that are now parked on the sea in sections to the route? You know that an ark cannot face a fast strike fleet composed of dragon ships! Attack Ossuan? We will expand the alert circle. Once we find the ark, we will assemble the fleet and even call back the strike fleet."

Darkus looked at Bell-Aihor who kept firing like a string of cannons. He didn't think there was anything wrong with what the other party said. He had thought about these problems before. In his opinion, Bell-Aihor is cautious, rational, and good at thinking. Unlike Yelian, he will be a qualified naval commander in the future. But now he is still a little bit overwhelmed and overreacted.

"Finubar has a good son..." He murmured in praise and turned to look at the game. The contestants changed from Talos against Finarfin to Viena against Tyrandor. He asked Ryan, who had been watching the game, "Who won just now?"

"Talos."

"Not bad!" He nodded, then turned around, raised his hand, and interrupted the quarrel, "Let me tell you."

"Underground sea, I believe you all know."

Dakwus didn't think that the Asur didn't know that there was an underground sea under Naggaroth. The specific routes and so on, the Asur couldn't know, because these routes were secrets, wealth, and only in the hands of the admiral and a few captains. But he believed that the Asur would know the term underground sea. After all, some Asur ran to Duruchi, and some Duruchi also ran to Asur, and there were also prisoners captured in the battle.

"There is an underground sea under Naggaroth, and there is also an underground sea under the continent of Lustria. I can assure you that these underground seas are interconnected. Siglin knows how Chapeyuto appeared, how the island carrying the lighthouse and the current port appeared." After the scene calmed down, Dacus spread his hands, paused, and then said, "With the help of Shilan, we started the project very quickly. So... we just need to shift our focus and build a new port in the heart of Asheril."

"This..." Bel-Aihor was stunned. He didn't expect that he could play like this.

"I don't know if you noticed that when you got off the ship, there was a full-steel ship with a steel hull not far away. Full steel, do you know what it means?"

After Dacus finished speaking, he saw that Bel-Aihor was a little confused, so he patiently explained.

"There is a route connecting the two continents in the underground sea, direct, no need to go around. All-steel ships, all-steel ships with a particularly large cargo capacity. Sails... masts... no need, understand? We have driving equipment, and steel ships without sails are faster than sailboats sailing on the Vast Ocean. With a few ships at a time, the seasonal production materials of Asheril can be transported back to Naggaroth. Yo, whoosh!"

At the end of his words, a strange sound came out of his mouth, and he stretched out his fingers and gestured up and down, and he had to be more mentally prepared.

He really didn't talk nonsense, there really is an underground sea route connecting the two continents.

In the year 2512 of the Imperial Calendar, the black ark Shadow Tide from Karl Carond, commanded by Admiral Quirin Ulver, launched a surprise attack on Lustria...

The Shadow Tide took this route, directly to the continent of Lustria, and then was beaten to death by the fire of the fire lizards, the magic of the Slann, and the big sticks of the lizardmen.

The Shadow Tide is not a ship, but a black ark. If the black ark can come here, then he can build a 10,000-ton steel hull driven by a storm wheel, which is the Duruchi version of the free ship. Isn't that even more possible? Since there is no need to operate the sails, there is no need for so many sailors. The necessary sailor system, sorceresses and soldiers to protect the ship are enough. Ten at a time, minus the miscellaneous, there is no problem in transporting 90,000 tons of supplies.

"How should you deal with it?" After getting the mentality, Dacus threw out a question. He wanted to see how Bel-Aihor would react.

However, Bel-Aihor, like one of the possibilities he thought of, did not say anything or make any harsh words, but shook his head helplessly, painfully and bitterly.

"Yes, you are very good. You are destined to have a place in the future elven navy, not because of your bloodline, but because of your ability." Dacus praised. Peeling an onion is peeling an onion. He needs to disintegrate the psychological defenses of the Asurs, but he can't peel them all. That's not good, it will damage the new ship.

The underground sea is not so easy to get into. It is pitch black inside, with only the light on the ship. It feels like being on an isolated island, surrounded by darkness. In addition to the darkness, there are monsters that may climb onto the deck at any time. You have to be as nervous as possible.

In addition, in the underground sea, the concepts of exploration and normal navigation are different. The Duruchi sailors are not crazy because they know that the captain and the fleet can take them out.

The Duruchi usually sail in groups in the underground sea, either a fleet composed entirely of ships, or a fleet centered on the Black Ark. There are lights in front and behind, so they can take care of each other, and there are also markers at fixed locations.

Only a sailor system composed of elites dares to sail alone in the underground sea. This is the case with the ships that set out from Spicazuma. This is when they know there is no problem and can ensure safety. Otherwise...

In addition to the waterway and surprise attacks, there are many forks and dead ends in the underground sea. The kind of dead ends that you find out after walking for several months, the dead ends that you can't turn around, and the dead ends that don't have enough supplies to go back. Of course, this is without magic. It would be much better with magic, but magic can only ensure the direction and so on, and it can't always protect the mental health of the crew.

What level does a spellcaster who can continuously protect magic have?

In fact, it is also possible that in a desperate situation, Asur formed an elite small fleet to explore the underground sea. After discovering the waterway of Duruchi, he went out to call people and then set an ambush or something.

But the premise is that he is really desperate.

"There are actually many ways to deal with it. What I just said is just one of them. After I came back, I presided over the construction of the canal in Lustria. The working method is very simple. I drew a few lines on the map, and then my dear Lord Mazdamuddin opened his hands. With a snap, the canal was established soon.

Wouldn't you say that the outlet of the canal is still in the Vast Ocean? I can tell you without reservation that it is! But don't be like this, please respect me a little, I'm not that stupid. Not only the Vast Ocean has an outlet, but also the Far Sea!

How should you respond at that time? Deploy the fleet in the Lost Islands of Ilaitis and cross the Far Sea to attack? Set off from Ulthuan and bypass the Lustria continent? Our fleet has very little time to sail in the Far Sea. If you want to come, we can wait.

In addition to these, there are other ways. As you just said, set off from the Turtle Islands, cross the Sotek Ridge, and attack our The mining area was attacked. I cannot reveal the details, but I can guarantee that we will find you before you cross the ridge. We even know which route you take. We can wait on this side of the mountain and launch an attack before you rest.

This is on land. There are many complicated situations and battles on the sea. For example, the combat fleet came out of the underground sea and came to Chapeiuto through the canal, and then launched an attack from Chapeiuto. The Black Ark Fleet and countless fleets of ships launched an attack on Ulthuan, and so on!

In short, there are many tricks and endless changes. These are all in the military field. To put it more bluntly, we are like two bad chess players, exchanging pieces. No one can get good results. What we compete for is consumption and endurance. See who can consume longer and keep bleeding the other party. "

Marin put her left hand on the table, her fingertips tightly clasped, her brows furrowed, and she sighed heavily. Her eyes moved away from Dacus and turned to the table, trying to sort out the complicated emotions in her heart. She was used to Dacus' straightforward style, but every time she heard Dacus analyze the problem so calmly and straightforwardly, she couldn't completely suppress her inner trembling, which was why she had never joined the debate.

"What he said was true, without any embellishment."

She said in her heart, although she didn't want to admit it, but..., and Dacus didn't use any illusory language, nor did he play with words. Every word Dacus said was the reality in front of her, without lies, no disguise, and no hypocritical fantasy. This made it difficult for her to refute, but she felt powerless.

She couldn't help but start to sketch the picture of two bad chess players exchanging pieces in her mind. Thinking of the endless naval battles, the losses of routes and fleets, the endless resource consumption of both sides and the long endurance war, she couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The war between Druki and Asur, as Dacus described, has never changed. It has always been a protracted bloodletting game. Malekith was unable to occupy Ulthuan, and Asur was unable to end Druki, generation after generation, and now it is her generation.

"Once the problem of Druki's route is solved, this war will be even more terrible."

Her mood was extremely heavy, and even before Dacus spoke, she had anticipated what Dacus would say next.

"Bel-Aihor, please tell me, what about leaving the military scope? Have you thought about political and economic issues?" Sure enough, as Marlene expected, Dacus turned his eyes to Bel-Aihor, his tone as calm as ever, but with a hint of sharpness.

"Political and economic issues... Of course I have thought about them." Bel-Aihor was shocked, and the wine glass in his hand almost fell. He looked a little embarrassed, but quickly adjusted his state. He cleared his throat, raised his head, and looked directly at Dacus, trying to hide his inner uneasiness.

"Well... politically, Asur has always had a clear ruling structure. As for the economy, well, trade has always been an important aspect that supports us..." His tone revealed his hesitation. Obviously, this field was not his forte. He paused and tried to give an answer.

"Stop hesitating, Bel-Aihor. Listen. War is not an isolated existence. It is an extension of political, economic and social issues. Do you think you can win the war by relying on the army alone? No, we are competing for resources, people's hearts, and who can live better outside of war. A war that comprehensively utilizes all the power of the country is a comprehensive contest. I call it a total war."

Bel-Aihor was speechless and his face flushed slightly. He turned to Marlene, trying to seek support, but Marlene still bowed her head in thought, obviously not intending to help him.

"Okay, I won't make it difficult for you. Can I teach you a lesson? Analyze from another angle? I think I have the qualifications?" Dacus smiled, with unquestionable confidence in his tone. He paused for a moment and looked at Bel-Aihor, who slowly lowered his head and then nodded slightly, obviously acquiescing to his proposal.

He paused for a moment, glanced at Asul who was present, and continued.

"First, we have to consider Finnubar's identity. He is not only your father, Bel-Ahor, he is also planning to become the first Phoenix King from the Kingdom of Itain, which is why your father chose to visit Elsin Arwen.

Although he did not get the Phoenix Crown back, there is no doubt that your father's visit was successful. He established contact with Aenil and Asrai and reached a trade. He established a deep friendship with humans. I think the moment your father returns to Lothern, his political reputation will reach its peak, but it has not reached its peak.

Perhaps... he will persuade Bel-Hathor and those nobles to open Lothern and let humans cross the vast ocean to Lothern for trade. By then, the whole of Ulthuan will be It looks like a thriving scene, and everything is going in a good direction, but is it true? Has the population of Asur increased? No, because your political structure has not changed, you just have more money and can support more soldiers.

Maybe... one day, there will be more humans in Lothern than in Asur? When you are shopping, you will even see dwarves following humans across the ocean to Lothern to make a living. Can you imagine this scene? Dwarves forge weapons in the blacksmith shop in Lothern and sell them to Asur.

It doesn't matter if it can be, because I got it wrong! Sorry. "

The Druks listened quietly without laughing, because they knew that what Dacus said next was very important.

"Your father is a smart man, I think there is no doubt about that. He couldn't have remained indifferent to the loss of a strategic location like the Anureil Peninsula, especially after the death of your aunt and the daughter of an ally.

Because all your father's actions represent not only his personal will, but also the supporters behind him. In other words, his every move is being watched, and he must react. He will definitely do something, there is no doubt about that. However, the key to the problem is not whether he will do it, but what he will do."

Will he choose a symbolic action to respond? Or persuade Bel-Hathor to launch an all-out retaliatory war? Have you considered this question? No, I don't think you have. "At the end, Dacus turned his eyes to Bel-Aihor.

"I really... didn't think that far." Bel-Aihor's face flushed slightly, and he whispered.

"This is normal. Our life is a process of slowly learning and accepting. But you have to understand that the actions of a country cannot be easily determined by personal will. After Addis was assassinated, Morville came to power. I think you know very well what happened afterwards. Some of you have come from that era.

So, let's discuss politically, why did that happen? Because Addis was assassinated! Morville, who came to power, had to respond and take revenge! Moreover, at that time, you had recovered some strength and had the capital for revenge. New hatred and old hatred, so you launched an attack on Naggaroth.

What about Twilight Fortress?

After the last war, did your strength recover? As far as I know, no!

Then the question is, is this revenge an act of the state or an individual act? In Ulthuan, not only you know what he wants, but they also know it. If he chooses a full-scale war, can you and them accept it? Can the resources and people of Ulthuan bear it?

Can your father convince Bel-Hathor? Can he convince other kingdoms? How much benefit does your faction need to give in this process? Have you calculated it? Before formal trade with humans, do you... have so much capital?

I can tell you clearly that no matter what Finnubar does, he will face great pressure. If he chooses a symbolic revenge, he will be regarded as weak and incompetent! "

"So, what you mean is... no matter which method is chosen, there will be serious consequences?" Bel-Aihor raised his head with a complicated expression.

"Of course, this is where I am good at. I will use every flaw and every opportunity to make your father's choice more difficult. Think about it, if you don't convince them, or they are only willing to send a small number of ships to support, what will happen to this complex fleet?

Don't show that kind of unbelievable look, Bel-Aihor, you have to know that your father is taking revenge, he wants to take the initiative, and the longer he delays, the more disadvantageous it will be for him. But we are different, we can wait, wait very patiently, we send out bait to lure your father over.

In fact... here, there are two time nodes. "

Dakus stretched out two fingers. (End of this chapter)