Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

The southern country, also known as Nehekhara, is bounded by the Zhongxin Sea to the north, the jungles of the Southland to the south, the Arabian Desert to the west, and the Badlands to the east. The capitals of the city-states of Nehekhara are all located on the spiritual nodes, where the Nagas are buried. The pyramid is the core node of the southern country's spiritual veins.

Regardless of whether you are dead or alive, it is not important. These are all excuses and illusions. The important thing is that Darkos can get those Slann magic priests who can move mountains and reclaim seas to help him. He has ancient holy creations in his hands that can change the geographical environment, and there are lizardmen activities further south in the southern country.

Tolandir's performance successfully inspired Dacus. After all, the land in the South is too big to fill his ambitions and dreams. When he was in Jinchi, he re-examined the past history of the elves, excluding politics, and looked at the elves from the economic, cultural and philosophical perspectives.

Darkus doesn't understand left and right, and he doesn't understand various doctrines. He only knows one truth. The reason for the final demise of every empire, dynasty, and dynasty is mostly because of the system and economy. The great schism among the elves is also related to the system and economy, which is quite funny. It is not because the economy is in depletion, but because the elves are a little too rich?

To put it bluntly, it means that I am full of food.

And this is all related to Malekith, or it was already doomed when those traditionalists chose Balshana.

Ersin Alvin did not have so many monsters and ghosts during that period. The entire Ersin Alvin was a blank white paper. Malekith could fill Ersin Alvin as he wished. He The wars and adventures never stop.

Malekith achieved various successes in Elsin Alvin. He became friends with the dwarves and signed a trade agreement to promote economic exchanges between the elves and the dwarves. Naughty and weird, the dwarves have been moving towards the peak with the promotion of the economy. This also paved the way for the reason why the dwarves were able to draw so many troops in the subsequent Longbeard War and have been able to consume them for hundreds of years.

Malekith rarely returned to Eshor Talarian. He spent long years in the wilderness. He kept developing new colonial cities, from north to south, from east to west, in addition to other orcs. One of the few colonies of the Kingdom of Suan, his title of Prince Nagaryth is highly praised. He is the true king of Elsin Alvin, and his achievements are beyond the reach of other elven princes.

Balshana, on the other hand, was a little stretched. In Malekith's words, he thought about Ulthuan more than once. Many times he thought about completely giving up the dull hometown ruled by Balshana, the Phoenix King and those princes. They continued to play the boring court games while he pursued glory and fame in Ersin Alvin.

Many things are like playing chess. The development of things is dynamic. Malekith has developed in Elsin Alvin for more than a thousand years. The elves living in the wilderness have not been exploited, but have become very, very rich.

The situation in Ulthuan is even better than that of Elsin Alvin. The life of the elves in Ulthuan has reached an exaggerated level of luxury. They can eat and drink well without working. They only need to wait for the ships to carry Elsin Alvin. Just transport Wen's food, wine, meat, and wealth back to Ulthuan. Under these circumstances, the people of Ulthuan gradually grew lazy, caring only about poetry, clothing, and pacifier fun, until finally a cult emerged.

The contrast between Malekith and Balshana has caused Balshana's reputation to continue to disappear. The traditional arts of elves have come. Many elven princes believe that the orthodoxy of elves now lies in Elsin Alvin rather than Osu. install.

Whether it was jealousy, envy, or wanting to gain actual benefits, the end result was Balshana's visit to Elsin Alvin. Balshana's peach picking also set the stage for Malekith's future evil deeds. Hua laid the Nth foreshadowing.

When Darkus examines this period of history, it feels both hilarious and ironic. Only with one can there be two, and with two can there be three. From a neutral perspective, if Aenarion was not born during the Great Schism, the elves would most likely be in trouble. Without Aenarion, how can we talk about the Maelstrom, and how can we talk about the future.

Then, when everything was settled, after Aenarion's sacrifice, those traditionalists appeared, saying that Nagaryth was too closed-minded and too warlike, and ate Aenarion's fruit.

Darkus thinks there is nothing wrong with this. If he had been a member of the traditionalists at the time, he would have done the same, but he would have gone even further. After eating the political fruits of Aenarion, he would have looked for opportunities to From a political and military perspective, Aenarion's descendants, Morathi, and the veterans who fought with Aenarion were dealt with, but the traditionalists in Balshana did nothing... nothing.

The problem lies in Ulthuan's political system. Balshana's political position is more like an arbiter and a referee, mediating conflicts between nobles. Then there is nothing more. Each Ulthuan kingdom is independent, and each kingdom is an independent country. As long as the prince is there, the Phoenix King cannot interfere with the internal affairs of the kingdom, just like the Phoenix Kings of all generations after the Skyfall were unable to interfere. Same as the Kingdom of Nagaryth ruled by Aris.

And it also pays attention to the so-called decency, which is to stop it, but not to destroy the body.

At least that's what Darkus thinks. History has left behind valuable experiences and lessons. If he succeeds in conquering Ulthuan in the future, it will only be the first step, in addition to solving political problems. There are also military issues, and these two issues are related. Whether it is returning to the glory of the elves, or solving various hidden dangers in the world and maintaining spiritual nodes, the battle will never stop. He believes that the elves must always be in a comprehensive Sexual fighting state, maintaining a martial spirit, something to do.

Darkus believes that to make an army combat effective, it is necessary to inject spiritual strength, otherwise it will be a strong man who does not know what is called a strong man and has no idea what he is doing, just like the last century in his previous life, but he cannot do it. He doesn't have that condition, and his butt is sitting on the side of the nobles. He is already a powerful nobleman. The structure and environment of this world are slightly different from his previous life. Power is in the hands of the upper-class nobles, and society is also driven by the upper-class society.

Perhaps... we can adopt a system similar to military merit and field awards to inject more spiritual strength into the soldiers. This is better than preaching hatred and landing in Ulthuan to kill all Asur, and Darkus also has this condition.

The Cawchen Plain, Albion Island, the Kingdom of Nagaryth that is waiting to be revitalized, the forests in the north of Elsin Alvin, plus the southern country with the Great Styx that can use the ancient saint's creations to turn thousands of miles of fertile land, there are There is so much land to be granted and so much pie to be drawn.

In addition to the huge land in the south, the badlands to the east are also the home of the greenskins. In Darkus' view, the greenskins can never be eliminated, but from another perspective, it is not a continuous experience package. , pissed off Brother Gomao? It doesn’t matter that Brother Da is more thoughtful, cruel, cunning, and Waaagh than Brother Mao!

So...all things combined, those skeletons living in the southern country seem a bit redundant.

"The South Country is all sand, all death. Time is not measured by sand, but by water. Water is the messenger of life!" Darkus, who was not thinking, made the final conclusion.

As Darkus finished speaking, the Druchi applause became louder. They understood Darkus' metaphor and they had seen the beautiful blueprint.

"What trophies are there?"

After a moment, Darkus smiled and stretched out his hand to stop the applause. After the applause ended, he asked.

Maranur snapped his fingers, and five baskets that Enil usually used for shopping were lifted up. In addition to the baskets, Renn's shadow hunters also brought up a strange statue.

"This?" Darkus asked curiously. He saw the unique style of the Southern Kingdom on the statue. He could vaguely guess that the skeletons should have come here for this thing, but he didn't know this thing. What does it do.

"If I'm not wrong, this statue should be on top of the southern structure." Colonia, who had been silent for a long time, answered after seeing Darkus' doubts. However, she did not fully explain it, but let it slip.

Darkos knew that there were many structures in the Southern Kingdom, such as Khemri Conquest Sphinx, Tomb Scorpion, Cemetery Knight, Nether Walker and Ushabit. But what is this statue, the one on top of Phinx? It doesn’t even look like it, bone giant? It shouldn't be, right? Thinking of this, his expression changed instantly. He looked at Colonia with a confirming look. After seeing Colonia smiling and nodding, he let out a breath.

"Why is this thing in Altdorf?" Darkus asked a key question.

"Many of the things in the Altdorf University exhibition hall belong to us, and some are from their tribal period. In addition, some of them were donated to the school by alumni. If necessary, we can check to the source.”

"Wait...I saw it when I went there with Trancas last time. If..." Maid Enil stopped mid-sentence and fell into thinking. After a moment, she said firmly , "The Reikland from the human race was donated by a human count and has been placed in the museum for a long time. The Southern Kingdom... If I am correct, there is also a mask from the Southern Kingdom in the exhibition hall, which was just put on display not long ago."

"We brought back that golden mask." Maranur snapped his fingers again, then pointed to a box and said.

"There is a soul sealed in the mask." Enil put away the tableware, and when the golden mask was placed on Darkus' table, Drusala leaned against him and whispered.

Darkus nodded, indicating that he heard Drusala's prompt. He knew that some things should not be touched casually or directly touched, especially things like masks, not to mention weirdos in disguise. It's enough for our little brother Ma Lu to learn from the past. Malus was possessed by Zakhan just because he put on the ring that contained Zakhan.

It was a bluff, but Darkus was not bluffing enough to put the mask on his face, and he recognized the mask. If he was right, he remembered that an ancient collection of human earls was found and then displayed. In Altdorf's museum, the most valuable item is the golden death mask. It is said that due to sensing the existence of the mask, a large number of Tomb Kings woke up from their slumber, led their armies into the core of the empire, and retrieved the mask.

According to Nehekhara beliefs, the gods would grant each king a golden body in the afterlife. So when Prince Canute awoke from his sleep of death, he was so shocked by his withered, skeletal visage that he asked the funerary priests to design him a gorgeous golden death mask.

However, unlike the other princes, when the mask was placed on Prince Canute's head, a drop of molten gold fell on his embalmed body, which ignited the tinder, and the sand did not save him. , he was burned to death by a sudden raging fire just after he was resurrected.

But Prince Canute's soul was not destroyed, but was mysteriously bound within the expressionless mask. The stain of death hangs heavily on the death mask, tugging at the hearts of all who gaze upon the mask.

Darkus judged that this mask was probably Canute's golden death mask. In a certain game, it was a green suit with the attribute of frightening the enemy. How could this not frighten the enemy? Not only could it frighten the enemy, but it could also frighten himself. He just glanced at it briefly and stopped looking at it. He took out his pipe from his arms and had an after-dinner smoke.

As the tobacco was lit, Darkus leaned back on the chair. His thoughts continued to spread. His consciousness continued to flow due to the masks and statues. For a moment, he didn't know how to let his consciousness flow. Where to flow.

"It's such a coincidence. It's all such a coincidence. After we went to Altdorf University, half of the university collapsed." Darkus exhaled a puff of smoke and said slowly.

"Don't worry, my brother, we handled the scene very well. After all, we are professionals in this area. Those humans can't think of us." Although Maranur yawned when he spoke, his words were full of In order to gain confidence, he knew his brother's concerns, so he spent a lot of time last night looking for trophies and dealing with traces after the war, otherwise they would have come back long ago.

Maranur, who had just finished speaking, was suddenly stunned. His eyes widened for a moment. He realized that it was not this that his brother was worried about, but what a coincidence. His chair made a harsh friction. After Darkus' attention was drawn, he pointed to the roof to confirm with his brother.

As Maranur pointed to the roof, some of the elves looked up towards the roof, looking for what Maranur was pointing at. The expressions of some elves changed immediately. They all followed Darkus to the rift. They could see too many things. Originally, they thought those things would be deliberately forgotten by them. As a result, those things were there all the time. beside them.

"This is a kind of show off, this is a kind of demonstration." Darkus always thought that what happened was too coincidental. Ah, he came, and then Tzeentch knew that he was coming, and waited for him to visit Afterwards, the school was gone. This was not a demonstration.

"Destiny has threads behind it, like a marionette, and ultimately weaves into the performance we see. If we can, we can investigate who donated this mask, and what is the hidden identity of this person? If If you are right, this person is probably a cultist." Amidst the rapid breathing of his companions, Darkus explained patiently and cryptically, and that was the end of it. He did not make any accusations or say anything about his companions. Last night, they also accidentally helped Tzeentch put on a perfect performance and other nonsense.

Amidst the sounds of his companions swallowing their saliva, Darkus was lost in thought. He felt that Tzeentch was so powerful that it was impossible to guard against him. He felt that Tzeentch was like an experienced chef or bartender. Through various inexplicable methods, The ingredients were used to create dishes and drinks with dazzling skills and were placed in front of him.

"Remember this coincidence, this is a lesson worth remembering." Darkus summarized the matter and looked at the statue.

"Which structure do you think this statue is from?" Darkus looked at Colonia and asked. At this time, he already had the answer in his heart. He just wanted to confirm with Colonia.

"Holy Titan!" (End of Chapter)