Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

"We're back."

The members of the Hell Disaster Family on the command tower of the Vicious Temple all breathed a sigh of relief, their whispers almost drowning out the sobbing of the cold wind. Everyone's expression was slightly relaxed, but the worry in their eyes had not completely dissipated. After all, what they were doing was too...

Dulias slowly put down the telescope in his hand, his fingers unconsciously clenched the fence, and his eyes moved with the formation approaching from a distance.

As one of the planners of the operation, he knew very well that there was a formation when they set out, and there was also a formation when they came back, and different returning formations represented different results.

He knew that this raid had failed as predicted.

"Fortunately, they are all back."

He murmured, looking up at the dragon and the raider approaching in the distance. His heart was still beating violently, but the oppression in his chest began to slowly dissipate, the tension in his heart receded like a tide, and the tense nerves finally relaxed a little, but there were still residual ripples. He knew that this raid was a political signal, and once the raid began, there would be no turning back.

Although the operation failed, his daughter, his son, his nephew, and other members of the family returned safely.

He closed his eyes, trying to engrave this moment deeply in his memory. He sighed softly, with a mixture of complex emotions in his voice, an emotion that only those who have been through many battles can release, both relief and deep worry.

"This time, fate is both on our side and not on our side." He whispered, with both relief and unwillingness to show his vulnerability. Then, his expression became serious, "Let them take off!"

There were a total of 19 raiders, 13 of which were put into the first wave of battle, and six were used as the second wave. This wave does not refer to the second wave in the raid, but the action of the second largest wave.

In the age of sail, there was a kind of ammunition that linked two iron balls together through iron chains to limit the mobility of enemy ships, which was called: chain bombs.

Now, these six raiders are arranged on the deck in pairs.

After receiving the order to take action, the two assault ships connected by iron cables in the first row completed the lifting action, that is, they rose to the air. This is the normal way for assault ships to take off, and there is no need for a slide. Duruchi does not have any steam catapult technology.

When the two sorceresses waved the yellow flags representing the completion of preparation, the two assault ships almost completed the ignition at the same time, and then flew towards Nagarond like two lovebirds flying together.

Then came the second and third groups.

How many strange tactics can be derived from the two assault ships connected by iron cables, such as suicide raids on the dragon's spine, or ultra-low-altitude flights to restrict the behemoth or harvest infantry, etc., making full use of the iron cables.

But this time, it was just a very routine action. The iron cables are very normal iron cables, without spikes, without razors, but wrapped in a thick curtain.

"Child, have you decided?" Modax watched the assault ship disappear in the distant sky, and slowly turned his head to look at Malok.

Malok did not hesitate or wander. He just looked at the dragon mother with a firm gaze and nodded.

"Then... shall we set off?" Modax stared at Malok, with a rare uneasiness in his voice.

"I..." Malok knew what Modax was expressing, it was a protective gesture, an emotion that didn't want him to go alone.

He wanted to refuse, Modax's behavior made him look like a child, a child of thousands of years old, but he didn't refuse in the end, and the words on his lips turned into a sigh. He nodded again, this feeling of being cared for by his family, he didn't want to push away.

Now he likes this feeling, he is no longer a lonely dragon, he has to face it alone, he has to bear it alone, he has to shrink and lick his wounds when he is injured, now he has family, friends, and company.

"You stay here." Modax nodded in response to Malok, looked at the other dragons and ordered.

"Maybe we should have taken a boat."

"We understand..."

"Don't steal Dacus's limelight? Yes, limelight!"

Ashdaron and Calledel laughed and responded.

Malok walked to the center of the deck, with awe-inspiring calmness in every step. When he was in position, his body began to change. The black scales that originally covered his back shone with a strange glow, and then gradually expanded as if burning. His limbs quickly stretched, his tail became longer, and his scales shone with a steel-like luster.

In a blink of an eye, he turned into a giant with a total length of nearly 80 meters.

Each of his scales was like an indestructible shield, and his wings spread out, covering the sky and the sun. He gently flapped his wings, and this action alone set off violent winds and waves, rolling up the fine dust and residual snow on the deck. The soldiers standing in the distance preparing to board the ship involuntarily stepped back a few steps, their eyes full of awe and amazement.

He leaned forward slightly, and kicked his legs hard, making a low roar. His huge body instantly soared into the air, and his huge wings spread out, making a deafening explosion in the air. His figure quickly rose into the air, and the sky was distorted because of his takeoff, and even the lead-gray clouds seemed to be torn apart.

Modax watched Malok's figure gradually rise, and a touch of tenderness and determination flashed in her eyes. Then, she stepped steadily to the center of the deck and took a deep breath.

Her figure began to change.

The scales exuded a dark gold and bronze luster during the transformation, like an ancient war god wearing armor. Her tail swung and brought a low whistle, and the marble under her feet even groaned under the weight, but her movements were elegant and light.

When the transformation was completed, she turned into a huge dragon that was almost as big as Malok, with her wings spread, as if to split the sky on the entire deck in two. She roared, which was a majestic dragon declaration.

Then, she flapped her wings violently, her body suddenly rose, following Malok's trajectory, and rushed into the sky.

The soldiers and dragons present watched Modax and Malok fly into the sky. The air around them seemed to be vibrating. Everyone felt an indescribable power, a kind of glory and majesty that belonged only to the dragon race.

The assault ships that did not need to climb approached the target area at a very fast speed. In a short while, a group of assault ships arrived at the east side of the huge military camp. When they arrived at the designated location, the engines gradually turned off, and the assault ships hovered quietly in the air. The sorceresses began to guide the surging energy in the arcane ball and injected it into the assault ships, forming an invisible force that allowed the assault ships to be firmly fixed in the sky, like a floating fortress.

Then, the assault ship on the left began to maneuver sideways, slowly pulling away from the assault ship in the distance. When the iron chain between the two ships was almost stretched straight, the assault ship stopped moving.

At this moment, the group of assault ships was already nearly 100 meters apart.

The other group of raiders was still flying to the west of the military camp, but the group of raiders on the wall heading to Nagarond had already been deployed.

Malekith, standing on the wall, looked up at the raiders that were frozen not far away, and the loyal dignitaries around him also turned their eyes. He just stood there and watched quietly, watching the soldiers on the raiders move, watching several soldiers pick up the wire cutters hanging by the fence and aim at the curtain extension device.

At the same time, the sorceress raised a bright red flag and waved it slowly for the final confirmation. The soldiers of the entire group of raiders held their breath and waited for the order to come.

"Release!"

As the flag suddenly fell, the teeth of the wire cutters closed tightly and cut the curtain extension device. The next second, a huge curtain of 100 meters by 100 meters unfolded vertically from the side of the raider, like a huge curtain falling from the sky.

However, unlike ordinary curtains, this huge curtain did not flutter in the wind. On the contrary, it was suspended steadily in the air with magic, like a huge holographic screen, with a strange luster on its surface, which was particularly conspicuous in the sky, making it difficult for people not to notice it.

When the curtain was fully unfolded, Malekith, who had been watching all this quietly, could no longer stay still. The sudden sense of shame was beyond his tolerance. He was so silent that he couldn't help but stretch out his iron hand to cover his eyes.

The curtain was a portrait of Malekith. In the painting, he showed his upper body and wore midnight armor. The dark metal surface exuded a faint luster, as deep and oppressive as the middle of the night.

His eyes were burning, emitting faint flames, staring at the crowd below, bringing a strong sense of oppression. It was really burning, a picture presented by magic, not by superb painting skills.

What was more eye-catching was his gesture. He stretched out an iron finger and pointed it straight ahead, as if he was looking directly at the existence of the portrait, and as if he was silently calling, with irresistible power.

This portrait was originally drawn by Ren, and the prototype is the classic Uncle Sam.

When Dacus showed it to Malekith, he was very interested in it and adopted Dacus's advice and drew it himself with magic. The painting was more detailed. The Midnight Armor is not only a symbol of strength and authority, but also a manifestation of ruthless determination. Every detail in the picture is portrayed vividly, showing his fearless will and absolute control of power.

There are two words written in Drusil below, the first one is: Embrace the new era! The second one is: Join my army!

This painting instantly filled the whole sky with a kind of... funny majesty.

Just like watching TV on the sofa in the living room, Dacus, who happened to see this scene, laughed wantonly.

Draka, Kira and Hirsis had seen this painting a few years ago, but it was not intuitive. At that time, the portrait was only printed on a document that could be held in the hand. Now...

Draka lost control of his expression when he saw this scene. After his mouth twitched, he reacted and clenched his teeth tightly, as if he had used up all his strength to prevent himself from laughing in front of the Witch King; Kira turned his head directly and pretended to watch the dragon flying towards them from a distance as if nothing had happened, as if the dragon was more worthy of attention than this funny scene. Hirsis covered his face with one hand and his stomach with the other, trying to control himself and not let his shoulders shake constantly.

Annasara and Newkle stood aside, their faces full of shock and confusion.

The performances of other dignitaries were even more exciting.

Some people stood stiffly, with their mouths twitching wildly; some simply lowered their heads and covered their faces with their hands to pretend to cough; some looked at Annasara and her son, their expressions full of admiration...

They knew that in Naggaroth, only Dacus could do this, and only Dacus dared to do this. No matter how rich their imagination was, they could not imagine that Dacus would announce his return in this way.

The position of the assault ship parked above the wall of Naggarond was too good. The huge curtain was like a real sharp blade, piercing the hearts of every soldier on the ground who could see the curtain.

The commotion in the barracks became more and more obvious, and the soldiers looked up at this scene that could not be ignored. Some senior officers who knew some of the inside story turned pale. They knew that they were finished. When this terrifying curtain appeared, they completely lost the command of the troops. And more people looked at each other, not knowing what happened and what to do next.

Malekith put down the iron hand covering his eyes and glanced around coldly, as if winter had arrived. All those who tried to laugh quickly fell silent at this moment. Draka avoided his sight and turned to look at the curtain, Kira continued to look at the sky, and Hirsis instantly put on an expression that he saw nothing.

However, he was in a very good mood at this time and ignored the subtle reactions of these dignitaries. His eyes were fixed on the two flying dragons in the east. He watched the dragons fly over the military camp, and their huge bodies brought up fierce airflows, blowing over the unprepared soldiers, and knocking over those who stood too straight and their tents. The military camp was in chaos for a moment, but the dragons remained unmoved, continuing to soar and turning to the west.

His eyes became hot, staring at the dragons completing an elegant return in the air and flying towards him. As the dragons approached, the sense of oppression in the air became stronger, and even the flags on the city walls were blown.

At this time, Koulan couldn't help but cast an inquiring look, and he just waved his hand slightly, indicating Koulan to stay calm.

The dragon in the front aimed at the city wall, swooped down, and suddenly turned into a human form in the air dozens of meters away from the city wall. When he landed, his movements were as smooth as flowing water, and he stood steadily not far away, silent and majestic. The other dragon following closely behind also turned into a human form in the same way. With the help of his equipment, he stood upright and imposing, standing shoulder to shoulder with the former.

The two dragons walked slowly towards Malekith, one in front and one behind. Their steps were steady, and their movements were full of the unique power of the dragon clan.

At this time, Kolan, holding the scarlet halberd tightly, stood in front of Malekith, staring at the two dragons. The dragon walking in front was nearly two meters and five meters tall. Although he was wearing a grotesque robe, the robe could not hide the explosive muscles behind him. He could feel the terrifying power contained in the dragon's body, which made him have to be on guard.

Malekith took a step forward and glanced at Kolan. His eyes were full of speechlessness and reproach, as if he was mocking Kolan's excessive nervousness. Kolan hesitated for a moment, but finally lowered his halberd and stepped aside. When Kolan stepped aside, he stepped forward again and stared at the newcomer a few steps away.

"Skakuzar!"

The voice was loud and low, as if thunder fell from the sky.

The Duruchi dignitaries, who were shocked and eager, widened their eyes when they heard the name. They knew that this dragon was introducing itself, but what surprised them even more was that this dragon actually spoke standard Elsalin, and the pronunciation of each word was clear and accurate, which meant that this dragon was different from the black dragon, but could communicate like the fire dragon of Ulthuan.

And then there was nothing else. Even a few dignitaries with family background and deep heritage only knew that it was a name, and the specific meaning was unknown.

"Of course, you can also call me Malok." Skakuzar added, with a hint of unquestionable confidence in his tone. He was tall, his metal-like scales shimmered in the dim light, and his dragon claws stretched out, exuding invisible pressure from the thick scales and strong claws.

Annasara and Newkle looked at each other. The Hell Disaster Family was one of the few families with inheritance, and the mother and son knew the meaning of the name Malok.

Malekith stepped forward without hesitation, and he stretched out his iron hand and held Malok's claw together. The huge dragon claw almost wrapped around his arm, but he didn't care. A rare smile even appeared at the corner of his mouth behind the mask.

"Malekith!"

He said loudly, with joy in his tone. The handshake was only for a moment. He took a step back and looked up at Malok, his eyes revealing eagerness and respect. He originally wanted to go a step further and have a sincere hug with Malok, but looking at Malok's body that almost covered the sky, he quickly gave up the idea.

"Modax." Beside Malok, another dragon who had been standing quietly stepped forward. Her voice was steady and magnetic, with the unique majesty of a dragon.

"Nagaroth welcomes you!"

Malekis said with a loud laugh, and his laughter echoed above the city wall. He turned around and grabbed Malok's claws, and waved his other iron hand towards Modax, motioning Modax to come forward. His voice was loud and full of majesty, as if it could penetrate the clouds.

"Today is your honor. These two are our allies and your new companions! Skakuzar, or you can call him Malok! And Modax! Two great, noble... red dragons!"

The faces of the Duruchi nobles on the city wall were full of complex expressions, shock, curiosity, and even a little bit of fear. The dragon's breath, like a giant between heaven and earth, oppressed their nerves, especially the metallic voice of Malok was still echoing in their ears. Some of them communicated with their eyes, but most of them were looking at Annasara and her son, and some had stiff expressions, still unable to recover from the shock just now.

"In the future, they will live with us and fight side by side with us! Now, let us prove with our actions that we deserve such allies!" Malekith looked around the audience, and his tone was full of irresistible authority and firmness. His figure stood on the city wall, like a lighthouse under the deep night, and every word seemed to be knocking on the hearts of the nobles.

These words made some of the nobles on the city wall even more stunned. The impression of Malekith, the cold, paranoid, and distrustful witch king, had become unrecognizable and even disappeared without a trace. Instead, there was a brand new Malekith, a witch king who was willing to describe other creatures with words like allies and living together.

If it were in the past, Malekith would never say that. He would use such cold words as lizards, reptiles and slavery to describe dragons. Now, such gentle and even generous words, spoken from his mouth, were like a spell, subverting the cognition of the dignitaries.

Some people couldn't help but wonder: How much magic power does Daquus have? How could he make Malekith change like this.

The scene on the city wall was cold for a while, and everyone seemed to be caught in an indescribable complex emotion, but this cold scene only lasted for a moment.

The dignitaries who reacted burst into a warm response, applause and cheers rang out together, and the sound waves circled above the city wall, as if to break through the lead-gray sky. Some people echoed Malekith's words loudly, some raised their hands to welcome him, and some even shouted excitedly, as if they wanted to integrate themselves into this grand scene.

Their reaction was not pure awe, but a kind of cheering mixed with complex emotions after being shocked by the power of the dragon and the changes of Malekith. They need time to adapt. They know that this is the new chapter of Naggaroth, and an unstoppable new era has come!

At this time, huge curtains slowly unfolded in the west and east of the military camp. These two curtains did not have the portrait of Malekith, but a more practical and direct connection map.

The connection map is based on soldiers, extending from the bottom, and dense lines unfold upward, depicting a detailed promotion route in the Duruchi army, with the aim of allowing soldiers to see their position and every step of their future development path.

To the left of the soldiers are officers, Black Guard Guards, Edict Knights and Kledan, marking the various branches they can choose, and the top clearly depicts the full and specific promotion direction.

Unlike what Draka, Kira and Hirsis saw a few years ago, this connection map has become more detailed and more specific. The promotion route of Kredan is divided into five levels, and each level is divided into five small levels, just like the junior officers and colonels are divided into senior, middle and junior. The levels are clear and easy to understand.

In order to take care of the understanding ability of most soldiers, Dacus not only marked the text, but also thoughtfully drew abstract head crowns and horn crowns as visual symbols to represent the meaning of each military rank. The horn crown is a symbol of status in the Duruchi army. Soldiers may not be literate, but they can definitely recognize the styles of different horn crowns and the prestige and glory they represent.

In addition, the sovereign corresponding to the promotion is also marked on the connection diagram. Considering that many soldiers are not familiar with words and numbers, Dacus used intuitive images to express the richness of the reward: a pile of sovereign gold coins stacked high, shining brightly next to the promotion route.

The curtain is colorful, which can show gold and silver, and the curtain is large and clear, and will not drift with the wind and become erratic. Therefore, the screen presented a very impressive image to the soldiers. The luster of gold and silver was particularly eye-catching on the huge and stable screen.

This line diagram was like a visual guide, directly conveying the motivation of working hard for glory and promotion for wealth.

The soldiers present did not need to work hard to interpret the text or understand the complicated rules. They only needed to calm down and follow the line diagram to clearly understand their future path and rewards.

This huge screen was like a window of enlightenment, allowing every soldier to find their own possibilities. (End of this chapter)