Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Darkus skillfully cut the heated mutton with a razor blade, and placed each piece neatly in the center of the spread out flatbread. He picked up the seasoning bottle containing pepper and cumin powder and sprinkled it, his movements smooth and meticulous, and then gently scraped the seasoning with the razor blade to ensure that every part was evenly covered. After doing all this, he skillfully rolled up the flatbread and handed it to Drusala who was sitting next to him.

Drusala took the flatbread, nodded slightly, and then took a bite, and the rich aroma of gravy and spices instantly filled the air.

The atmosphere in the dugout gradually became harmonious.

The staple food was flatbread, mutton and various canned foods, and a large pot of mutton offal soup was stewing on the fire, with a thin layer of oil floating on the surface of the soup, exuding an attractive aroma.

Genevieve, who was standing by, handed the freshly served mutton offal soup to Darkus, and the soup bowl was sprinkled with pepper and cumin powder, and the hot air mixed with the strong aroma of spices rose.

"I'm sorry, everyone, that your first meal in Naggaroth has to be this way. I know this may not be a feast, but it doesn't stop me from serving soup instead of wine to pay tribute to your arrival. Well, there is also a legendary companion, the famous Shadow King." Daxus took the soup bowl, raised it, and glanced at the elves in the cave, speaking in a relaxed but solemn tone. As he spoke, he looked at Aris meaningfully, with a slight smile on his lips.

"Cheers to the Shadow King!" The elves were stunned when they heard the words, and then they smiled knowingly. They raised the bowls in their hands and whispered to Daxus's greeting.

Then they raised their heads and drank the mutton soup, the hot soup slid down their throats, and a warm and satisfied feeling instantly surged into their hearts.

"Well, this tastes really good!"

"It warms the stomach!"

"It smells so good."

Some elves couldn't help but moan with pleasure.

In a moment, the whole cave was filled with satisfied voices and chuckles, and the atmosphere was relaxed and comfortable.

"Feel free, no need to be restrained." Dacus put down the soup bowl, turned his head and looked at Aris, speaking casually.

After that, he picked up a piece of mutton pie and took a big bite. The taste of spices and gravy quickly filled his taste buds. He didn't say anything else, just lowered his head and concentrated on eating. His movements were neat and tidy. He was already hungry and was very satisfied with this simple meal.

Aris looked at the bowl in front of him, and then glanced at the elves in the cave who were in a relaxed atmosphere, and was still hesitating. He lowered his head and smelled the aroma of the soup, and his fingers paused on the edge of the bowl for a while, but he didn't notice anything. For a moment, he thought that the food had some kind of poison or chronic poison against him, but this idea only stayed in his mind for a moment, because he didn't think it was necessary to deal with him in this way.

In the end, he still took a sip gently, and the warm soup with a strong smell of stale food and spicy spices spread in his mouth. He frowned slightly. He was not used to this flavor that was different from his usual diet. His expression was a little subtle, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he digested the sudden calm and this unusual "banquet" alone.

After a light taste, he lowered his head and drank the whole bowl of soup. The warm liquid flowed down his throat and reached his stomach, dispelling some of the chill. He raised the bowl and looked at the remaining pieces of mutton offal at the bottom of the bowl. He hesitated slightly, then poured the mutton offal into his mouth and chewed.

After drinking the soup, he put the empty bowl aside, lowered his head and arched his body, and reached out to grab a large cake. His hand paused for a moment, and did not touch the mutton, but turned to open the canned food on the side. He glanced at the dace in the can, and then looked up at Gilead, who was eating with his head down and concentrating. He imitated Gilead, broke off a piece of the cake, picked up a small piece of dace and put it into his mouth.

The dace was soft and juicy, with the unique freshness of seafood, which formed a wonderful contrast with the taste left in his mouth.

His expression remained calm, but his movements gradually became natural and smooth. While eating, he observed the actions of other elves in the cave as if nothing had happened.

He noticed the calmness and concentration of these elves when they were eating. There were no extra words, as if this simple dinner itself was a ritual. The elves behaved naturally, but with a certain tacit understanding. Some elves occasionally exchanged glances or whispered a few words. There was no obvious alertness or hostility in their conversations, but more warmth in exhaustion.

He focused more on Dacus. He saw that Dacus was eating mutton patties with his head down and his movements were unrestrained. He picked up the dishes, sprinkled the seasonings, and rolled the patties in one go. He ate quickly, and every bite seemed to be focused and devoted. He didn't look up at anyone at all. It didn't seem like he was sharing a peaceful dinner with the hostile him.

"He is really hungry." Aris thought secretly.

This frank performance was in stark contrast to his previous impression of Dacus as a careful and calculating person, and he could not see through the intentions of this Druki for a while.

Although he was still vigilant, he felt a strange sense of relief for some reason. He ate the bread and dace silently, but his eyes drifted to Dacus who was sitting cross-legged and concentrating on eating. The figure of this Druki seemed inconspicuous, but for some reason it attracted his attention like a dark magnet, as if all the light and atmosphere in this cave revolved around this Druki.

Soon, when Dacus raised his head and turned his neck slightly, the light from the fire happened to shine on his face, forming a strange division. The light and shadow cut his face vertically, and Aris finally noticed some details that he had not noticed before.

Darkus' facial contours appear to be even, but his eyebrows and eyes vaguely reveal two completely different temperaments.

This asymmetry is not obvious at first, but as Aris observes, it becomes more and more obvious. There are subtle differences between the two sides of Dacus's face. Dacus seems to be very similar to Alandrian, but if you look closely, Nothing like it.

The face on the left has slightly softer lines: the lips are slightly thinner, the undulations of the nose are shallower, and the length of the outer eyebrow tips is shorter. The corner and tail of the left eye almost form a smooth straight line, and the eyeline has a gentle and natural arc. The expression of this eye is cold, as if it has seen everything in the world but is indifferent to everything, like a calm bystander, observing the suffering of all sentient beings from a high position.

The face on the right is completely different: the lips are slightly thicker, the nose is more undulating, and the outer eyebrow line is slightly longer and slightly raised. The corner of the right eye is drooping, while the tail of the eye is raised high. The upper and lower eyeliners have clear corners and sharp arcs. This eye showed a trace of imperceptible anger, cold and slightly mocking, as if the pain in this world made it feel impatient and disgusted.

The left side is compassionate, the right side is evil; the left side is indifferent, the right side is cynical.

Darkus's face seemed to express two extremes at the same time, with contradictions coexisting harmoniously, like a complex picture carved by time.

Aris was stunned. He had never seen such a strange face. The complexity and vicissitudes between his grandfather's eyebrows had impressed him deeply. He knew that the wrinkles on Darkus' eyebrows were caused by long-term overthinking. But the Druchi in front of him was a completely different existence, both like his grandfather and fundamentally different from him. This divisive temperament is both awe-inspiring and vaguely unsettling.

He frowned slightly and couldn't help but shake his head slightly, trying to get rid of the indescribable feeling of confusion. His eyes moved away from Darkus' face and fell on the sorceress sitting quietly next to Darkus.

The sorceress was so beautiful that it was hard to ignore, but Aris's attention did not stop at the sorceress's appearance. He felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if the figure of the sorceress emerged from the depths of some distant memory, but he could not piece together a clear picture. This illusion made him frown slightly again, and he vaguely felt that this fragment of memory was buried in his dusty memory, and it might be related to the past that he didn't want to mention more.

"Where did I see her..."

Aris asked silently in his heart, but the answer was still out of reach. He withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and continued to eat the dace fish and cakes in his hands, but he could not completely dispel the confusion summoned by the deeply buried memory.

After a long time, the meal finally ended, and the atmosphere in the diner gradually became quiet.

The elves took out the canned fruit and began to enjoy it, and the soft conversation was mixed with the slight popping sound when the can was opened. Darkus took out a bag of sunflower seeds fried with sugar from his bag and cracked them skillfully.

"The meal is over, it's time to get down to business."

Darkus raised his head slightly and tapped the edge of the bowl with his right hand. The sound was clear and unmistakable. His words made everyone fall silent, and their eyes fell on him, and then looked at Aris.

"They..." Aris declined the canned fruit offered by Gilead, with a solemn expression on his face, put his hands on his knees, and sat upright. His eyes swept over the other elves in the den, and rested on Darkos' face with deep inquiry.

"They...are you...fans?" Darkus smiled, raised his head, looked at Carillian who was starting to deal with the cans again, and then cracked a few melon seeds before speaking.

"Fans?" Aris frowned, with confusion in his tone. He didn't understand the word that suddenly appeared.

"Yes, fans." Darkus made up a word, and then he pointed at the elves sitting in the den, with a hint of joking in his tone, "Knowing that I want to meet with you, they They all came here, wanting to see what the King of Shadows who left behind many legends looks like."

Aris narrowed his eyes slightly. He was dissatisfied with the teasing, but he did not interrupt.

"Gilead and his brother Gareth sitting next to you are the outlier Assur." Darkus raised his chin slightly and gestured to Gilead who was drinking soup.

Aris nodded silently.

"They are Aenir, from Elsin Alvin, Lauren Loren." Darkus turned his eyes to where Talos, Tolandir, and Aenil were.

Aris' eyebrows moved slightly, but he remained silent.

"They are Asrai, from Athel Loren, and they are also part of Elsin Alvin. By the way, they are very good at planting trees. Do you want to discuss it with them later?" Darkwu Si tapped his finger lightly and glanced at the elves sitting far away eating canned fruit.

A low laugh came from afar, and it was obvious that the Asrais didn't mind Darkus' teasing.

"Then..." Darkus stretched his hand to his side and pointed at the Druchi beside him. "Like me, they are Druchi. Do you need me to introduce them in detail?" he said in a tone of voice. He acted casually, but looked directly at Aris, waiting for Aris's response.

"No."

Aris's eyes narrowed a little tighter, and his gaze once again swept across the different elves in the den, and finally fell back on Darkus' face. He shook his head, his tone cold.

"That's good." Dacus nodded, cracked another melon seed, and said casually, "Each of them has his own story, but they are all gathered here today, eating around the fire. Do you know why?"

Aris raised his head and looked at Dacus.

"Because, like me... they are interested in you, Aris of the Anar family. Or to be more precise, they are interested in the Shadow King." Dacus gently put the melon seed shell aside and clapped his hands.

"Why are they here?" Aris's voice was low and full of doubt.

"Good question, you have grasped the core of the problem." Dacus smiled, his tone was so relaxed that it was hard to understand, "Because of a common purpose, in order to survive better, to make the world a better tomorrow."

Aris was stunned, but it only lasted for a second. He chuckled and couldn't help laughing. It was a short laugh with sarcasm, as if it overflowed from his throat. He was amused and angry by what Dacus said. It was ridiculous and absurd for a Duruch to say such a thing. It was beyond his cognition.

Dacus, who fully understood Aris's reaction, also laughed, and the elves around him also laughed. The atmosphere in the dugout suddenly became more relaxed.

"It's not funny at all." Aris's face quickly turned cold, his brows knitted, and his tone became serious.

"What else?" Dacus raised his eyebrows, his expression somewhat innocent, and spread his hands, "I tied them up? I cast black magic on them and controlled their minds? Or did they believe the empty oath I made? Or..." He lowered his voice and leaned towards the stove mysteriously, "I poisoned their food? Some kind of chronic poison? They had to appear here to find an antidote?"

Aris was very uncomfortable with Dacus' words and tone. He stared at Dacus coldly, trying to find a flaw in Dacus' words. However, the smile on Dacus's face was always frank and confident, as if he was not afraid of any doubts at all.

He was speechless for a moment. In silence, he subconsciously recalled the experience just now, everything in the cave, the smell of food, the expressions and movements of the elves. He suddenly realized a possibility, and his thoughts became clear in an instant.

"So... did you see Finnubar?" He refocused his eyes on Dacus, and asked in a low but oppressive tone.

"Yes!" Dacus raised his chin and answered without hesitation.

Dacus's answer shocked Aris' heart, his eyes became sharp, and all the puzzle pieces finally began to fit together at this moment. He thought that Dacus's behavior, the existence of the out-of-group Asur, Ainir and Asrai were just some absurd coincidences, or Dacus's manipulation.

However, after getting a definite answer, these coincidences had a deeper meaning. He did see Isharion today, and the expression of the Moon Goddess was equivalent to an indirect answer to him. Then... Finnubar, has he already become part of some plan of Daxus?

Something is wrong.

His inner vigilance was rekindled, mixed with a deep curiosity. He felt a sense of oppression, as if he was facing a huge secret that was about to be revealed, and he could not fully control it.

There are many benefits to Athel Loren and Ulthuan trading: Asrai and Lizardmen can obtain materials to sustain their lives; further deepen the connection between Asrai and Asur; let Finnubar's journey to Elsin Arwen make a breakthrough and be able to report back to Ulthuan; at the same time, let the lords in the south of Bretonnia get rich through trade, promote exchanges with the immortals, and further expand their armed forces as the outer defense line of Athel Loren, relieve the defense pressure of Athel Loren, etc.

In short, there are many benefits.

The reason why Daxus was willing to bring Enil and Asrai to see Aris was because they really wanted to meet the Shadow King who left various legends in the elven society. In addition, it was to make eye drops for Finnubar.

In this process, he played a role similar to Tzeentch, one plan after another, one card after another.

This is also the reason why he invited Leandra when he held a meeting in Athel Loren. Leandra is an Asrai, but more of an Asrai who is out of the group. Leandra, who knows what happened, may return to Ulthuan and Caledor one day to fight for Asur and Caledor. Then the whole drama of scolding Finnubar in front of the ministers, standing up at the most critical moment of Finnubar, did it.

The politics of Asur is cruel, but it has a bit of the flavor of the Song Dynasty. The literati are not punished. Of course, there is no place for exile in Ulthuan, but political identity can be deprived.

And Aris played more of a decisive role, the last straw that broke the camel's back. The Kingdom of Nagaryth, led by him, lingered outside the political circle of Ulthuan and stood up, just as he said to Essarion in the afternoon. But he can make up for it after Leandra stands up and completely defeat Finnubar.

The higher the tone, the worse the fall.

At that time, Finnubar had three choices: either give up, or turn evil, or prove himself, but the probability of this was low, and his behavior had already vaguely expressed his attitude.

In addition, there are Bel-Ehor and Elsharion serving as adjutants beside Darkus. These two are also cards, and they are good cards. They came at a very good time and witnessed everything, the death of Morathi, the fall of the Cain sect, the rise of Druch society, social vitality, railways, steel plants, the mother of industry, military construction, etc.

Now let’s talk about it, how can we prove ourselves? What’s the point of proving yourself? To kill more people?

Therefore, Darkus made clear arrangements for Fenubar.

Asrai of Athel Loren? Sorry, now it is covered with a layer of parliament and implements internal autonomy. Ulthuan has nothing to do about it.

As for Marist? Darkus: Hehehe. Marist: No hehe.

"Never create hatred for everyone because of the actions of a small group of people. Hatred and bigotry destroyed Nagaryth, and millions of lives paid the price." Darkus' tone was low and firm, and he paused. He paused, as if he was savoring every word that followed, "Never fall into hatred, it will only eat you up bit by bit. Keep an open mind, learn to look for the advantages of others, and you will find that you may have a better view of the world." There are some unexpected surprises in some corners.”

He adjusted what Erich Hartmann had said and spoke it eloquently, as if he were speaking to an entire era, but if you listen closely, you can tell that every sentence points to Aris. The weight in his tone sounded like a memory, but also like a warning.

Who is Erich Hartmann? When I was a kid, I lived in Star City Orange Island for a few years. I could speak some Chinese and was the world's number one air combat downing king when I almost got lost at the Moscow train station.

"You dare to interrupt my eternal revenge?" Aris asked suddenly with anger in his eyes, his voice rising. His fists trembled slightly, like a volcano of suppressed emotions. He gritted his teeth and said, "Nagaris does not belong to Druchi, not before, not now, and never! Even if you kill me now, you will not Won't!"

Darkus calmly raised his hand to stop the restless Druch companions beside him. He looked at Aris and nodded slowly.

"You are right," his tone was still calm, but there was a hint of sharpness in it, "Nagaris was not Druchi's before, it is not now, and it will never be in the future. But have you ever thought about it, maybe in the near future? In the future... the elves will usher in a new era, an era of miracles?"

His gaze penetrated Aris' anger, as if going straight into Aris' heart.

"At that time, there will be no Druch, no Asur, no Enir, and no Asrai. All these old titles will become history, become memories, and exist in our textbooks. The elves will usher in a revival and Transformation, a new era, no! A new era! The submerged land of Nagaryth and Tyran Loch will rise again, with ships, railways, industry, and crops of wheat..."

His tone became relaxed, his fingers flicked lightly, and his expression was full of yearning, as if he had traveled through time and seen this scene.

"Ada? Emma? Sorry, I haven't thought of a new name yet. Besides, this is not something I can decide alone. We need everyone to sit down and study it carefully."

Ada is a bit hard to bear, everyone understands, Emma... without the queen, how can there be Emma.

Aris's face became complicated, and he could feel that Darkus's words were not empty. His lips opened slightly, and he wanted to say something, but Darkus raised his hand to stop him.

"Don't be too hasty to refute. Perhaps one day, you will take your shadow warriors and leave Nagaryth to go to Elsin Alvin, which you have never been to. There, we will re-establish Elsin. "Talarion rises from the ocean floor, just as it did thousands of years ago, just as we did when we revived Chapeiuto."

He stopped suddenly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were extremely sharp.

"But that's in the future. Now let's talk about the present, why I'm looking for you instead of hunting you, or why I didn't kill you directly just now."

"What's the reason?"

Aris did not respond immediately, but looked at Darkus with complicated eyes. He wanted to see through every inch of Druch's soul. After a long silence, he finally spoke.

There were many tragic characters in the medieval world, such as so-and-so and so-and-so, etc., but there is no doubt that Aris is definitely qualified to be ranked in the top three!

In the 1620th year of the reign of Phoenix King Barshana, Aris came of age, which was 16 years old. According to the imperial calendar, Balshana came to power in -4419. -4419 minus 1620 equals -2799, plus 16, Aris was born in -2815, and -2799 ended in 2528, when Aris He lived a total of 5343 years. (This is not accurate, it’s not right)

The root of the tragedy in Aris... It's hard to say. It may be the moment when Aenarion married Morathi, it may be when Malekith was not elected as the Phoenix King in that council, it may be Malekith's decision It is also possible to leave Nagaryth to conquer new areas for the elves... But in any case, the root of the tragedy of Aris has a lot to do with Malekith and his son.

Excluding personal emotions, Darkus believes that Morathi accounts for 60% and Malekith accounts for 40%. Of course, Morathi may account for more.

After Malekith left Nagarythe, Morathi, who was ruling, was jealous of Eloran. Although Eloran did not often exercise power, she wove a complex politics to isolate the Anar family from the rest of Ulthuan, while strengthening her control over Anlek and Nagarythe.

Malekith, who returned to Nagarythe, was more like a trigger for fear of the Anar family, but he just wanted to weaken the power of the Anar family and use it for his own benefit, which was the common political strategy of first suppressing and then pulling, rather than destroying the Anar family. He always respected Eloran, who was his father's adjutant.

However, Morathi had long been dissatisfied with the Anar family and had begun to lay out before Malekith returned to Nagarythe, and finally the thunder exploded. The actual operation against the Anar family was all carried out by Morathi. During the execution, Malekith was like a spicy chicken strip, lying on the couch and humming. When Malekith saw Aris for the second time, things had changed. Aris became the King of Shadows.

At the end of the world, Aris, who was very righteous, chose to make dumplings. After shooting Malekith with an arrow, he was done with it. Then, he came to Athel Loren from Ulthuan with a few elves. He and Imrik did not participate in the final battle. Here, he fought until the last moment of the end. (Fuck ET plot)

And then nothing happened...

In the next era, Aris disappeared, and Malekith and Morath became gods...

This is fucking...

Has Aris's revenge been taken?

Darkius didn't know, but he knew that there was an opportunity in front of Aris now. Just like he and Hellebron said, he didn't care who killed Morath. He only cared about Morath's death, not escaping to the north or ascending to magic, which was really disgusting. But compared to letting Hellebron kill Morath, he hoped that Aris would take revenge.

Isn't this also an achievement? He should have a system to fill in the regrets, just like the time traveler who went to Night City to be a nanny, first save David's mother, and then...

As for Aris and Malekith...

Sorry, it has nothing to do with him, and he also asked Malekith today. Malekith can't make up his mind now. He doesn't want to see Aris, nor does he want to do anything to Aris. Then he will wait until later.

Aris shoots Malekith with an arrow to wipe out the hatred, or beats Malekith with two thunders, or something else, it has nothing to do with him, just like the white dwarfs charging Malekith, he won't care, he will just stop Koran, squat aside, and eat melon seeds to watch the fun.

This is Malekith's business, these things are not within the scope of politics, although they are related to politics. He is not Aenarion, not Malekith's father, the most he can do is to settle Malekith's affairs after his death, such as preventing the elves and dwarves from fighting again.

"Now, there is an opportunity in front of you. You have seen everything that happened during the day." Dacus said, took a deep breath, and his eyes became particularly serious. "A few hours later, when the first ray of morning light breaks through the sky, Duruchi's army will march towards Gorond. And I... invite you here to join us."

Aris's expression froze instantly. He stared at Dacus, and the complex emotions on his face surged like a tide, with shock, struggle, and a hint of imperceptible vigilance.

"Morath? What is this? Charity?" He was silent for a long time, and spoke in a low voice, with a hint of unconcealable anger and disdain in his tone.

"I don't know." Dacus spread his hands slightly, shook his head, and said calmly, "I only know that if you agree, you don't need to jump up and down and look for opportunities to take action. Now the city of Gorond is full of Chaos servants, and the scene is very chaotic. You will follow me, follow Duruchi's army, and enter Gorond."

"I... join!"

Aris pondered for a moment, his eyes flashing. He didn't think that Dacus was lying to him. He wouldn't kill Morathi first and then turn around to deal with him. It was meaningless. If the Duruchi in front of him really wanted to attack him, he would have died under the lightning when they met, instead of sitting here eating and talking. After thinking for a moment, he nodded.

"Yeah." Dacus smiled with satisfaction and nodded gently, "Maybe you can see Helleben in Gorond. But..."

"But what?"

"I have a friend, but he's not here." Dacus deliberately dragged out his tone, with a hint of meaning in his eyes, "His name is Seonlan, and he is the chosen one of Edrezer. Of course, this is not the point. The point is... He is about the same age as you, and he was born in the Kingdom of Cosqui." After saying that, he gave a look that you know.

There is no doubt that it is most meaningful to let Seonlan kill Helleben. After all, Seonlan's identity is there: Aslai, the chosen one of Edreze, born in Cosqui, and personally experienced the catastrophe that Helleben launched against Cosqui in his childhood. It can be said that all the elements are complete.

Dacus can then express his position to Finnubar and Cosqui to increase his bargaining chips.

"I understand." Aris' pupils shrank slightly. Looking at Dacus' face cut by the fire, a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes. The expression on his face was complex and deep. He realized the deep meaning of Dacus' words.

"Then... go to bed first?" Seeing this, Dacus raised the corner of his mouth slightly and pointed to the empty bed in the cave. (End of this chapter)