Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

"How have you been in Chapeiuto these days? Are you going to stay in the camp and drink wine all day?" Darkus put down the wine glass, gently rubbed the rim of the glass with his fingers, and raised a relaxed smile at the corner of his mouth. Meaning, the tone was a little more casual.

"What do you think?" Fenrel raised his eyebrows and glanced at Darkus.

"I think... you might go to one or two places, choose the most remote alleys, or go to the Western Star Pyramid to communicate with Slan, or simply wander around the outskirts of Chapeiuto to avoid the crowds." Keus chuckled.

"You really understand me, but you only guessed half of it right." Fenrel raised the wine glass and tapped the rim with his knuckles.

"Oh?" Darkus' eyes brightened slightly, and he motioned for Fenrel to continue.

"I watched a few games and they were very exciting. I went to the pier and stood there. I thought of my hometown. The smell was the same, salt, sea breeze and mixed rust. But my hometown is much quieter than here. "There are many, and there are no black marbles anchored outside the port." Fenrel paused briefly and continued, "I also went to Hailan Hub and stood outside for a long time."

"Heilan Hub is indeed worth seeing. It is one of my core designs in Chapeiuto. It is not only a building, but also a symbol of the system. What do you think?" Darkus nodded and ignored Finlay. There was a strange tone in your words, and you asked with a deep look.

"Complex... but also very efficient. This kind of place interweaves power, wealth and faith, and it is indeed suitable for an ambitious person like you." Fenrel looked down at the wine glass, thinking for a moment and then said slowly, his tone With a touch of teasing, but no malice.

"Thank you for your recognition. As for... careerist? Then let's be careerist. I will never deny it." Darkus smiled.

Fenrel raised his head and looked directly at Darkus with his deep blue eyes. His eyes were mixed with exploration, scrutiny and some complicated emotions, as if he was trying to read some answer from Darkus's expression.

Darkus did not avoid it, nor did he have any uneasiness. He met the gaze calmly. The two looked at each other, and there seemed to be a silent confrontation in the air.

After a moment, Fenrel sighed, and the sharpness in his eyes gradually faded away, replaced by a deep loneliness. His shoulders sank slightly, and his whole person seemed to be shrouded in an invisible shadow.

"Past... present... future... Hess sent me to assist you, but I often feel confused. I stand now, but I can't see clearly what the future will look like..." He murmured softly, There was a hint of exhaustion and struggle in his voice.

After Darkus filled Fenrel's drink, he stared at Fenrel, his expression still calm, but a trace of understanding and sympathy flashed in his eyes. Although Fenrel's tone was a little weird, even a little uninhibited, the loneliness was real. As if driven by fate, he could sense that Fenrael was not unwilling to assist him, but rather conflicted about the mission itself.

He knew that there was a strange stubbornness and a deep loneliness in Fenrel's soul. Perhaps it was this contradiction that led Hoss to send Fenrel, not only to help but also to seek answers.

"You are very perceptive and your words are contagious. Perhaps the gods were right to choose you..." Fenrel continued, but he did not finish his words and was still hesitating. He was thinking about whether to put more in his heart. He poured out a lot of confusion and incomprehension, but in the end, he still He said, "Look at Bel-Elhor, look at Eltharion, they are actually going to Naggaroth, how unreasonable, how unimaginable, but you did it! Darkus, you did it! Maybe you are the only one in this world who can do this!”

After a fierce and fierce operation, something changed again. Some things cannot be settled in one or two consultations and talks, especially such a big thing as opening the Emerald Gate, leaving Lothern undefended, and allowing Ulthuan's defense system to completely collapse.

Originally, he planned to have Bel-Ehor visit Nagarosil in a few decades. He would land from the north of Anaheim, wander around Krakalund, and then take a whining little train. , went all the way north to Nagarund. When the time came, he would greet Nagarund at the station, and then carry out the third palace conspiracy.

result……

Marlene believed that there was no point in returning to Elsin Alvin and Ulthuan in Bel-Ehor's current state. If you go to the White Tower of Heth to study in a restless state, you won't learn anything. Instead, you will be noticed by the great mages of the White Tower of Heth, and things will get worse when the time comes. Going to serve in the Navy is not a good decision. After all, Bel-Aihor is currently in the growth stage and is still in the learning stage. He should have been studying at the White Tower of Hos, but ended up going to serve directly...

Then, Marlene had a big change, and she found that letting Bel-Ehor serve as Dax's adjutant seemed to be a better choice? Her idea was that Darkus could protect Bel-Ahor and allow Bel-Ahor to study in depth with the group of Adreze believers.

The various competitions at the festival have proven the strength of the believers, after all, the referees were dismissed in the end. In addition to melee combat, the followers around Darkos are also knowledgeable in all aspects, including long-range, magic and other knowledge... By the way, they can also get a glimpse of the reality and changes of Nagaros.

An Asur studied on the ground of Nagaroth. I have to say that Marin is very imaginative and courageous. By the way, she can also get a glimpse of the reality and changes of Nagaroth.

Then, after a round of negotiations, Bel-Ahor became Dakwus's adjutant. Not only Bel-Ahor, but after studying the letter, Eltharion decided to accompany Bel-Ahor to Naggaroth together.

In Eltharion's words, he has a brother...

Dakwus accepted everyone who came, and he didn't have many lice on his body now. Maybe... at that time, Malekith's expression will be wonderful? Although it can't be seen. He went around Elsin Arwen and brought back Malekith's relative Gilead. According to seniority, Gilead is Malekith's great cousin? Great cousin? Anyway, he can't figure it out.

Not only Gilead, but also the Twilight sisters...

The Twilight sisters are Ariel's daughters, and Malekith's wife Alisara is Ariel's sister. Then the Twilight sisters are Malekith's... nieces?

It's a pity that he didn't bring the Twilight sisters out, otherwise the scene would be very exciting. Malekith looked at the relatives who suddenly appeared, and they were indeed his relatives...

Maybe, one day, Malekith, Alasya, Alicia, the Ty brothers, Marest and the lineage of the Everqueen will sit together, staring at each other, and hold a family meeting?

Malekith: When did I have so many relatives? Why didn't I know?

Not only relatives, Dakwus also brought back Asur, Ai Nier and Asrai...

Unlike the tauren brothers of the Kingdom of Arion, Eltharion was the only Asur who led the army to successfully raid Naggaroth on a large scale, although the ending was not very good. His transformation from a cheerful and sunny boy to a "ruthless person" was partly related to his experience in Naggaroth. Now...

Dakwus planned to take care of these two sons for a while, and then make specific arrangements, such as letting Eltharion follow Malekith and letting Bel-Ahor go to the Nagol? He was not afraid of the two second sons playing tricks, he still had this confidence, the iron is strong, Naggaroth's defense system is there.

Especially the military organization, the core issue of this military system.

A legion organization table is a collection of all the information about army building ideas, military theories and industrial levels. Synthetic battle units such as legions and large legions are the manifestation of social productivity and production relations in the military direction. They not only involve personnel equipment and logistics supplies, but also politics, economy, geography, industry, diplomacy, technology and agriculture, etc., which will subtly affect the ruler's planning of the army.

It is a cold weapon battle, but there is a world of difference.

Why do some armies have more cavalry and less infantry; some armies are the opposite; some armies' infantry are not conscripts that collapse at the first touch, but heavy infantry that can withstand the frontal impact of armored cavalry. Why some armies can continue to attack, while others can only passively defend, there are explanations here, and the things involved are complicated.

What can you do after learning it, run back to Ulthuan to reform? Or notify the rulers of Ulthuan to prepare? Isn't this nonsense? Even a fool knows that Duruci and Asur will have to fight until one side completely defeats the other. Ulthuan's political and social productivity is there. How to change and prepare, it's nothing more than a little more soldiers, but the command system is still the same, and... how do these two second sons explain that they ran to Naggaroth before?

In the end, they will only get deeper and deeper. Pain and confusion will continue to erode them. They will be swept away by the times and turn with the wheel of the times, but they can't solve anything and are powerless to change, just like Fenrir sitting in front of Dakwus.

"The future is always unknown, but it is precisely because of the unknown that it has infinite possibilities. This is why I don't like prophecy and divination. You are right, I am sharp and contagious, but these are not the reasons why I came here." Dakwus narrowed his eyes slightly, tapped the table with his fingers lightly, making a subtle sound, his voice was low, but full of determination.

Fenrir raised his eyebrows and signaled to continue.

"Responsibility and determination. I was chosen not because of my own excellence, but because I know what I must do and what I can do! And you, Fenrir, you also have this ability, standing in the present and deciding the future!" Dacus looked directly at Fenrir, with an unquestionable power in his tone.

"What can I do? Stand beside you and cheer for you?" Fenrir was slightly stunned, and then smiled bitterly.

Dacus was amused by Fenrir's words. While he was laughing, he stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him, as if to dispel the non-existent smoke, perhaps to deny Fenrir's words.

"If you really want, I can do that, but..." Fenrir also laughed, and then looked at the guests who were talking or dancing in the distance, and shook his head, "I don't think you need me, my background, my experience, my strength. Your sister, your lover, and the followers who follow you... Maybe? I should go back to the White Tower of Hoeth now, try to change my personality, integrate into the group? Get the right to speak? In this way... when your army arrives at Safri..." At the end, he couldn't help laughing.

"Okay! This is... a good idea? Yes, a good idea! Tomorrow, you will go back to the White Tower of Hoeth." Dacus laughed again.

Fenrer lowered his head and laughed dryly. The laughter was reluctant and a bit absurd, as if he was using laughter to cover up some indescribable emotions deep in his heart. However, the next second, his laughter suddenly got out of control, from dry to unbridled, and even revealed a hint of madness. He laughed so hard that his shoulders shook violently, as if this simple joke and Dacus's answer triggered some kind of collapse-like emotion deep in his heart.

Dacus was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed too. He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his face, trying to drive this weird laughter out of the air, but soon he found that he couldn't help it at all. His laughter was clear and crisp, pure like an ignorant child, laughing happily just because of a funny moment. He stretched out his hand and gently touched his forehead, laughing more and more wantonly, and the whole person was completely immersed in this sudden absurd emotion.

The two people looked at each other and laughed loudly. One laugh was full of pain and helplessness, and the other laugh was just laughter, pure and infectious. The guests around were attracted by this strange scene for a moment, and they all turned their heads to look at this corner. What they saw was that Dacus and Fenrir were laughing so wildly that they could hardly breathe under the light and music.

But this was just a momentary interlude. The guests just glanced, shook their heads, smiled at each other, or had worries in their eyes, and then returned to their conversations, dancing and drinking, as if the laughter of Dacus and Fenrir had nothing to do with this grand banquet.

In the corner, the laughter of Dacus and Fenrir gradually subsided.

"It seems that I really have to go to the White Tower." Fenrir's face was obviously tired, but there was a hint of relief in his eyes. He whispered, and after that, he couldn't help it.

"Well, you must go, you will do well, I believe you." Dacus nodded, with a smile on his lips.

In fact... It can be said that Fenrir did do this and did it.

At the end of the world, Geron died in the Battle of Eden Valley. When Kosir realized that everything had failed, he asked Aedanna to fly south on the fastest giant eagle in the Kingdom of Cosqui, so that he could escape Tyrion's revenge and let Malekith know about it, while he stayed and killed Danor.

At that time, Malekith in Lothern got the news and began to march north. When his army attacked in large numbers, the generals of the Tyrion faction on the front line ordered the people of the Kingdom of Safri to take up arms for Tyrion's great cause.

The Asur took up arms, but they did not do it for Tyrion's great cause, but only to save their families. When the war reached that level, it was full of madness, order disappeared, and there was only killing and decay. So, they were driven ahead of the army to waste the enemy's arrows, blunt the enemy's weapons, and consume the enemy's physical strength, while the generals and lords retained their own troops, the medieval version of driving civilians to fill the trenches...

But not all Asur obeyed the generals' requirements, and as a result, most of these aliens were rounded up and slaughtered, or used as bait to ambush Malekith's army.

This behavior eventually made Fenrir abandon his original neutral attitude of not helping either side and closing himself off.

When Malekith came to the White Tower of Hoth and asked all mages to swear allegiance to him, he found that the door was open, and the mages and the sword masters of Hoth swore allegiance to him.

But this happened five hundred years later, and it happened in...another plane?

The plane where Dakwus was located had undergone endless changes, and he was completely unrecognizable. He didn't think this would happen again, as long as he was still alive, otherwise he would have come in vain. He never thought of letting Fenrir return to the White Tower of Hoth, and then what happened.

"Fenrir, you don't need to worry about the White Tower of Hoeth. That's... the White Tower of Hoeth. Hoeth's words are more effective than yours, aren't they? You should maximize your value. You can become a part of the future, and even shape the future. You have this ability, not because I'm flattering you, or... anything else, because you are special, this is your innate ability!"

"Shape the future..." Fenrir murmured this sentence after drinking the wine in the glass again, with a hint of complex emotions flashing in his eyes. After a moment of silence, he whispered: "Darkius, I am not like you. I don't have your ambition, nor your...belief. Many things in the past make me prefer to live in the present, rather than chasing those things that are out of reach."

"Then stand in the present and protect it. In the future, it is not necessary for everyone to explore like me. Some people are destined to be lighthouses, lighting the way forward, while some people are the foundation, stabilizing the foundation of everything. Fenrir, you don't need to be me, you just need to be yourself. This does not conflict with what I said before. You are the foundation, changing the future in this way and stabilizing the foundation of everything."

"Do you really believe that I have such power?" Fenrir burped, took a deep breath, looked up at Darkius, and his eyes were more serious.

"I believe, and not only me, but many people believe in you. Think about it, why did Hos send you?" Darkius showed a warm smile, but his tone was extremely firm.

Fenrel lowered his head and pondered for a while, sorting out his thoughts. He slowly raised the glass, ready to take a sip, but when the rim of the glass was about to touch his lips, he stopped hesitantly and put the empty glass back on the table. He looked up at Darkus, with a bit of relief in his eyes, but also a hint of complicated determination.

"Then, okay, I will do my best not to disappoint you, not to let them down, and not to let Hess down." He said, his tone was a little heavy, but also a little self-encouragement. smell. He smiled slightly, glanced at the busy figures in the banquet hall, and then added, "Sorry, I can't drink anymore, because... I know next, you are going to say something practical, right?"

"Then let's talk about something practical. Do you know Ter'Soma Green Valley from the Island of Lost Souls in the south?"

"Telsoma Green Valley?" Fenrel frowned slightly, searching for this name from the depths of his memory. His thoughts returned to reality after a moment, and he said with a hint of enlightenment, "Forty years ago, I met him once at the White Tower of Hos. A weird guy, a guy obsessed with his own research..."

He paused as he spoke, recalling the brief encounter. But he couldn't help but laugh when he saw the funny, puzzled expression on Darkus's face. There was a bit of helplessness in that laughter, and also a bit of self-deprecation. He knew what Darkus's expression was expressing.

"I know what you are expressing. A weird person calls another weird person weird, right? It is indeed absurd." Fenrel shook his head, with some weak self-mockery in his eyes.

"Yes, it's absurd, but Fenrel, weird people can always find each other. After all, we are different, aren't we?" Darkus's expression returned to normal, with a hint of seriousness in his tone.

Fenrel couldn't help but chuckle, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes. He knew what Darkus meant, and he felt a strange sense of identity. He adjusted his robe a little and relaxed his body, as if he had relieved some of his psychological burden.

"In some ways, Ashriel is lacking, since there is no White Tower of Hoth, but it is also abundant, like a canvas without dye."

"You need to start from scratch." Fenrel nodded.

"There are many strange plants in the garden of the Old Saint, such as the crystal vines on the dormant tree men. If you grind the late summer petals into crystal powder and mix it with the water of the crystal lake at the junction of Tasain and Atiwes, it will form The medicine will cause side effects of dry mouth and diarrhea after drinking it, but it can eliminate corruption in the body and prevent mutations.

Winter flower, a specialty of Artiwes, this white bell-shaped flower only grows in frozen soil. Sprinkling dried and ground winter flower leaves over the eyes and falling asleep can cure mental illness and heal trauma. "

After Darkus finished the introduction, he did not say the next words, but waited for Fenrel's reply.

"I remember what you said to me three weeks ago when we met. You asked me: Will there be psychotherapy or something like that? Through drugs? Words or magic? This is what I replied at the time: The Lord of Wisdom has not given any advice to I convey this and of course I can do it if you need it , and I will do a good job, I believe I can do it. Now it seems that I don’t need to go back to the White Tower of Hos right away and try to integrate there, but I have more tasks here to shape the future... In this way." Fenrel pondered for a moment, showing an astonished look.

"Tomorrow, I will go find you and introduce you to a new friend."

"oh?"

"That pterosaur, I call it 'Ha God'."

“What an amazing experience.”

"He can take you flying. I believe you know how to get along with him correctly. However, his eyesight is not very good, so you have to promise me not to let him fly on the sea for a long time."

"I've met him, and to be honest, I'm looking forward to it now. As for flying on the ocean... I know what you want to express, and I promise you."

"You also know that this is the continent of Lustria, the territory of the lizardmen. There are many temple cities to the north of Ashriel. Some temple cities have floating gardens with many rare plants. I will ask about them before setting off. Well, you can just go there then, or... go to the south to find that weird mage? It's up to you. In short, you have to learn the lizard language. After all, you can't expect the skink that receives you to speak Elsa. Lin Yu, isn’t it?”

"I understand, but can you be more specific? I mean... you know."

"I have to deal with future changes. This is my responsibility, so I need the medicine I just mentioned. Our soldiers must have this medicine before they have to go to dangerous places. Not only you remember, I also remember three weeks ago What have I told you? At the administrative level, Ashriel is a large region and Ulthuan is also a large region. In the future, the elves will be more than just these two regions.

Moreover, you have been to Elsin Alvin, visited human cities and villages, and you know what it is like there. So, I want elf children to get injections? Or take this medicine. If we have the ability, we can also provide it to humans. "

"Darkus, I'm sorry, I feel a sense of separation... Can you understand?" After listening to Darkus' words, Fenrel was stunned. After a long time, he sighed and slowly Xu said.

"I know what you are saying? There is a proverb in Cathay, this time, that time!"

Of course, Darkus knew what Fenrael was expressing. Now Druch relied on slaves to maintain his operations, and then he said the words to provide potions to human children. It's like holding a knife to others while talking about putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha immediately. This is a ghost if you don't separate. But having said that, now and then, in the future, it is always a good thing for the elves to have more resistance and the humans to have one less beastman.

"There is a city called La Plata to the south of Asriel. It is the... base camp of Emerald Garden? I will say hello to Alyssa and give you a piece of land to grow strange plants. . Shi Lan, who is good at biology, is also there. When you are confused, you can go to him and he will provide you with the help he can.

I will also say hello to Walter. He will provide you with funds, but you have to follow the process, do you understand? Write a report, write down what you want to plant, what research to carry out, and estimated funding. After the project is over, you also have to write a report. This is the process..."

"I understand! Process! Paper!" Fenrel interrupted Darkus' next words and nodded in response.

"Due to historical reasons, there are a group of... Asurs in Nagaroth. When I return to Nagaroth again, there will be great changes in Druchi society. Soon, I will send the Asurs here. , placed in the south of Cuyo Province, you said you had picked grapes..." Darkus looked at Fenrel, and he stopped abruptly in the middle of his words.

"I know my specific task, to lead them to make wine for Druch." Fenrel sighed first, and then made a joke that was not funny. After a dry laugh, he said seriously, "It seems The candidate for the experiment has been selected...I am not only responsible for the religious studies of the school, but also want to create a unique system."

"You have never been to Nagaros, but you just said that you walked on the streets of Chapeiuto during the festival. I don't think you came out alone in the middle of the night, so do you have a feeling? Are you in a big lunatic asylum?"

"It really does!"

"After the war is over, soldiers will get land, get wives and have children. I don't want to hear about them going crazy in their sleep and killing their wives sleeping next to them. I don't want this kind of tragedy to happen, I don't want it to happen." They are still living in the war. I hope they will undergo psychological evaluation before retiring, treat their illnesses if they are sick, and retire if they are not sick. Thousands of years of war have taken away too much, and we cannot let it continue to take away their future and suffer. The same goes for war-traumatized civilians.”

"I have seen similar research and content when I was at the White Tower of Hos. The reaction you are talking about is...post-war psychological syndrome, right?" Fenrel was silent for a moment, seeming to digest Dark. Us's words. His eyes flickered for a moment, and then he seemed to remember something. His voice was hesitant and serious. He lowered his head and thought for a few seconds, then added, "In addition, there are many diseases... Should I find an opportunity to return to the White Tower of Hos to study these things in depth?"

He paused for a moment, as if he thought of something, and shook his head. His tone was a bit teasing, "Forget it, you just said that my new friend doesn't have good eyesight."

After a moment, he looked up at the guests in the banquet hall, his eyes sweeping between the flashing lights and the talking people. His expression became solemn and focused, as if he was trying to find some answer in the noise.

"It's very attractive, shaping the future... What I do next is indeed shaping the future. Your words gave me a new direction, Darkus, should I thank you?"

"There is no need to thank me, and there is no need to thank me. As I said just now, some people are the foundation, the foundation that stabilizes everything. And you, Fenrel, you are the foundation. You just need to be yourself , do what you should do, and use this method to change the future and stabilize the foundation of everything. This future cannot be shaped by me alone, it requires each of us." Darkus shook his head. There was a bit of gentleness and certainty in his tone.

After speaking, he raised the empty wine glass in his hand and motioned to Fenrel.

Fenrel was stunned for a moment, then smiled with understanding, also raised his empty cup, and touched it lightly with Darkus.

The crisp sound of clinking glasses was insignificant in the noisy banquet, but it formed a silent resonance between the two.

"To the future." Fenrel said softly, with a hint of relief and determination in his eyes.

"To the future." Darkus nodded. (End of chapter)