Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

The table is very large and irregular. It is not a long table, a square table, or a round table. It is an irregular pentagonal table. It is as abstract as it can be. There is no aesthetic feeling at all.

The largest side is very long. Many elves can sit on it if they squeeze together. After all, this is Athel Loren. Yesterday's battle did not kill many Asrai nobles, and it did not achieve a relatively perfect effect. The smallest side is very short. There are only five chairs. These five chairs are reserved for Salil and Serene, and there may be an elven god who appears.

This meeting is destined to be recorded in the history books. It will be written in the history of the elves. It is possible that an elven god will pop out in some way to take a look. Of course, anyone can come, but it is better that he does not come.

Daxus can feel that the sky has changed. It may be related to his appearance. The reason... For example, Hoss, most elves believe that Hoss's behavior is based on generosity, or other reasons, but these are not important. The important thing is that when Asuryan knew about Hoss's behavior, he severely condemned Hoss and burned most of Hoss's books.

If Dacus reasoned according to his own logic and cognition, he thought that Asuryan's actions made sense. Knowledge can bring progress, but it can also lead to destruction. In short, it is uncontrollable. If everything is as he inferred, if he were Asuryan, he would also do this with a high probability, because Asuryan wants to protect the progress and not become uncontrollable.

But now... he is uncontrollable. Asuryan does not seem to point him out, nor does he send the 10,000 Phoenix Guards to arrest him, or order the son of Asuryan who followed him to kill him. And most importantly, judging from the signs, Asuryan's constraints on the elven gods have weakened, which may be related to his appearance. The original elven gods dare not be like this now. If Asuryan knows about it, it will definitely be a disaster.

Dacus remembered that Aisha said: I remember when I was young, I lost my way in the dark, and only the pale queen Ers Haiai accompanied me. Even in her kinder days, she was not the best companion for a poor child. She frightened me, as frightened me as I was afraid of the darkness around us. Until Asuryan appeared with an eagle on his shoulder, he ignited a fire and dispelled the darkness and my fear.

There are many places in this passage that are worth pondering. What Aisha called young refers to the last era. She should be like the elves such as Malekith and the Ty brothers, not yet a god. Ers Haiai's personality is a little... This is not important. What is important is that she should be older than Aisha, otherwise Aisha would not say the word child, so Aisha's identity as a mother goddess is worth pondering.

The eagle on Asuryan's shoulder may be the giant eagle ancestor of this era, Talion, that is, the "King of Eagles". In the legend of the elves, Talion drove Ers Haiai to the underground world under the command of Asuryan. Moreover, Asuryan in the last era did not seem to be as crazy and autistic as he is now?

So, is Asuryan the Elf God, or the Old Saint, or the fusion of the Old Saint and the Elf God? (Picture 1)

Except for Salir and Serene who had already sat down and were talking in a low voice, no elf sat on the chair, although they knew where to sit under the guidance of the sorceresses. They either gathered in a group and whispered, or stood by the chairs, tormented and uneasy. Gilead and Feswell should be Asur strictly speaking, but they, like Belloda, were assigned to Duruchi by Dacuus.

The atmosphere at the scene was very stiff, there was no loud conversation, no loud laughter, only silent confrontation, or being attracted by Salir and Serene. At this time, Fenrir was looking at Salir. At first, when he saw Salir nod to him in a friendly manner, he seemed to realize something, but what was specific...while Finnubar's two sons and Adeanna looked at Serene, looking at their daughter who believed in gods.

Out of humanitarian concern, Dacus did not arrange for Duruchi and the Asur to sit close to each other. Aslai and Ainel kept Duruchi and the Asur apart. In this way, there would be no sudden slapping of the skin while driving, but it also made it inevitable that Duruchi and the Asur would look at each other with their eyes wide open.

Darkus did not choose to sit in one of the five chairs, but chose to sit with the Duruchi. When he approached, the elves present no longer confronted each other, but turned their heads to look at him. The gaze was like a thorn in his back, but he was used to it. After all, he had gone through so many storms, and this was not a big deal. He was confident and elegant.

"Is there anything wrong with the chair?" Dacus walked straight to Maranul, took a look at the equally abstract root chair, and said slowly, and then he sat down.

Dacus' words and actions seemed to have ignited a signal. When he sat down steadily, the Duruchi and the Ainel began to walk to their respective seats one by one and sat down calmly. Their movements were orderly, as if they had practiced thousands of times. The Duruchi wore black noble robes, and their expressions were cold and cruel, as if they wanted to pounce on their cousins ​​and eat them alive. The Ainel wore brown-green noble robes similar to Asrai, exuding a natural and fresh breath.

The Asrais stood aside and looked at the Twilight sisters standing behind Dacus with complicated expressions for a while. The figures of the Twilight sisters looked particularly mysterious in the dim light. Nestla and Arohanna This otherworldly temperament makes them feel awkward. Through past experience, they knew that the daughters of Ariel chose to side with Darkus instead of fighting with Darkus to avenge Ariel. In the end, they didn't say anything. They found a place to sit down. Their movements were a little hesitant, but more of a kind of compliance.

Then, all the elves' eyes turned to Asul, who was still standing there.

The Asurs were obviously at a loss and looked at each other. Finally, after getting Fenubar's signal, they started to move. Finubar's majestic posture and firm eyes gave them strength and confidence. They began to find their own positions and slowly sat down. Although their movements were a bit stiff, they still showed something that other elves disdained. Elegant and noble.

The whole scene gradually became quiet, leaving only the sound of wind blowing gently among the treetops. The elves of all races took their places, and the tension and anticipation before the meeting began filled the air. Everyone knows that this will be an extraordinary meeting, a meeting that has never happened before in history, and Darkus' move is undoubtedly the key to starting it all.

But Darkus didn't say anything right away. He lazily arched the back of his chair, found a relatively comfortable position and slumped there, looked up at the sky, and listened carefully to the movements around him with his pointed ears. As he waited, he heard the heavy footsteps of the ancient tree men mixed with the light steps of the lizard men. After a while, Narhap, Dursu and the members of the Ancestor Council who were sitting in Chengyu took their places. As the ancient saints, they stood not far behind him under the gaze of the elves. , focusing on support and eating.

"They are my friends. They are not participating in this meeting. They are just interested. They are watching? Yes, watching!" Darkus glanced around and nodded slightly. He spoke calmly, his voice echoing around him. .

However, there was no response from Darkus' words, because the sound of flapping wings attracted everyone's attention. Under the gaze of elves, lizards, and forest spirits, a crow landed lightly on Darkus' shoulder. The crow's feathers shimmered black in the dim light, like stars in the night sky.

Except for Druch, who was already used to it, the elves' eyes flashed with curiosity and doubt, the Enils showed a hint of awe, and Aslay and Asul silently exchanged glances. They seemed to have guessed that the crow represented What are they talking about, but they are a little unsure.

Darkus gently stroked the raven's feathers, as if comforting an old friend. Mora'ig had no secret code for his shameful and confusing malice, and he had no idea of ​​waiting for the code. Since that experience, he has been very experienced in this area, so rich that he can tell whether the bird that appears on his shoulder is Morayig or that one. It feels like too much real money, like...wait a minute.

There is no doubt that Morayig's money is genuine and that one's counterfeit.

"My dear old grandma, it was too long ago last time." Under the gaze of the elves, Darkus turned his head and looked at the crow and said calmly. He knew that Morayig had come to stand up for him. The last time the old woman appeared was before the Battle of Jinchi. At that time, the crow stayed on his shoulder for a while and then flew away, never to appear again. If he did not appear before the Battle of Golden Pool, according to normal predictions, the last time he saw Morayig in Ersin Alvin was when he was participating in the Haxiya Voyage trial.

Moraig ignored Darkos's words, but tilted her head to look at Salil and Serene who were looking at her. The black feathers glowed with a cold luster in the dim light, and her sharp His eyes met those of the two demigods, as if they were having a silent communication. After looking at each other for a few seconds, she shook her head helplessly.

While Moraig looked at the elven demigod, Narharp was also looking at her. What Nalhap saw in his field of vision was completely different from what the elves saw. He saw unknown lines coming here. These lines connected the sitting elves together and established connections with each other. forming a complex network. These lines spread to the outside and connected to the garden. With the arrival of Molayge, the veins of these lines became more obvious.

Then, Moraig suddenly opened his wings, and there was a low buzzing sound in the air, and his wings flapped vigorously. It hovered in the air for a while, the edges of its wings drew a graceful arc, and then landed lightly next to Sereni. Her figure seemed to blend with the ground, and her black feathers gradually became blurred. Her body began to change, and the feathers spread out like black mist. Her body slowly elongated in the mist, and the feathers gradually shrank and became closer.

The continuous changes caused her wings to disappear, replaced by a black robe, the edges of which trembled slightly in the wind. The mist dissipated, and the crow's form completely disappeared, replaced by a figure wearing a black robe. The hood covered her face, revealing only a pale chin and slightly raised corners of her mouth.

The fabric of the black robe was like old linen, no matter how dirty it was. She stretched out her hands from the robe, holding the cane that appeared out of thin air with her left hand, and the tip of the index finger of her right hand stretched out and trembled slightly, as if feeling Every little change in the air.

Watching all this, Dacus nodded slightly, with an elusive smile on his face. He knew what Molaig was doing, and he seemed to have foreseen this scene. Molaig was feeling the illusory and predetermined fate. He had seen the old woman's current set of signature moves when he first met her.

The reactions of the Asur, Aslai, and Enil were like being swept by a cold wind, and shocked expressions quickly spread across their faces. The atmosphere that was full of tension and expectation a few seconds ago was now solidified by an invisible force.

The Asur were the first to react, their eyes widened, and they couldn't believe that Molaig, who never showed up, was standing in front of them. In their cognition, the old woman knew everyone's fate and could predict every death, no matter how insignificant. The old woman decides when to be born and when to die. She sends servants through the void. Her wailing is a sign of death, and the elves who can successfully resist the heart-wrenching howl will gain eternal life, but in fact they cannot. Wailing represents the end of fate.

The emotions of the Asrai are intertwined. After all, their beliefs and culture are deeply rooted in the power of nature and mystery. In their belief system, Molaig is a holy trinity, symbolizing fate and death. In their songs and legends, crows often appear as a harbinger of Molaig, but Molaig has never appeared. Now that Molaig appears before their eyes, they are already uneasy and filled with reverence and fear.

The Enil are more directly shocked and puzzled. Their belief system is no different from that of the Asur. Talos frowned tightly, looking back and forth between Molaig and Daxus, trying to figure out the truth behind all this.

The whole venue fell into a strange silence at this moment, as if time had stopped. All the elves held their breath, their eyes focused on Molaig. The leaves of the trees swayed gently in the breeze, as if they were watching this scene, making a rustling sound.

Molaig stood beside Serene, looking around expressionlessly, her eyes as sharp as a knife, sweeping across every elf who was looking at her.

Finally, Dacus broke the silence. He stood up, spread his hands, and slowly walked to Molaig's side. Under the gaze of all the elves, he gently stretched out his arms and gently hugged Molaig.

Molaig was slightly stunned, then raised her hands to hug Dacus back. Although her face was hidden under the hood, the gentleness and warmth she released at that moment was still sensed by Dacus. At this moment, she was no longer the mysterious and cold god, but a caring mother, and her hand gently patted Dacus's back. Her movements carried a kind of silent support, as if telling Dacus that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, she would stand by Dacus and face everything together.

Darkius snuggled in Molaig's arms, feeling extremely safe and warm like a child returning home. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and absorbed the strength and comfort given by his mother.

But soon, he thought of something else. In some ways, he seemed to be similar to Salil and Serene? He was Molaig's son. Perhaps in the future, Molaig's title of champion would disappear, replaced by Molaig's son? Then was he also a demigod? It's just that he did not inherit Molaig's power, or he relied on his own wild way to develop the same but different power as Molaig. After all, he could break the shackles of fate and create a new fate, which Molaig could not do.

However, the warm scene in front of them did not comfort the elves. On the contrary, their fear and confusion reached a peak at this moment. They were at a loss and their eyes crossed, and the hair on their backs stood up. The old woman had never appeared before people, but now she suddenly appeared...

"A great event." Daxus released his arms and said to Molaig with a smile.

"Yes, child, a great event. I can feel that their fate is intertwined with you, their fate is intertwined in your hands, and their future is determined by you." Molaig responded hoarsely, with a certain unfathomable light flashing in her eyes.

Except for Duruchi and the Asur who had learned some information, the fear and confusion in the hearts of other elves became stronger after hearing this conversation. They couldn't believe their eyes. They didn't understand why Molaig appeared at this critical moment and showed such a close relationship with Daxus.

"I want his finger bones, which will be fused with a weapon. Soon, an unprecedented artifact will be born." Molaig nodded slightly, her eyes under the hood were as deep as a deep pool, and then her voice sounded again, low and cold, with unquestionable power.

Daxus was slightly shocked when he heard this, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. At this moment, he immediately thought of something. The Crone Sword? Ivrene? The Death Army? But the script didn't seem right? Did he travel through time? In his memory, weren't the finger bones Molayig's? Who was the "He" that Molayig was talking about now? And weren't there five of them?

The Sword of Sorrow held by Iphrenee, Kavir, the Silent Screaming Sword held by Thousand Faces, Asuval, the Soul Sword held by Inkane, Veliszar, the Twilight Spear held by Iyanden, the last one... why is there only one now? What made him even more curious was whether this so-called artifact could kill Slaanesh.

"This artifact will be the key to the future. Its power is enough to change the world and affect the direction of fate. When the meeting is over, you go to find... Dais, we will meet there to perform the final ceremony, and you will come too." Molaig said, staring at Dacus with deep eyes, as if examining Dacus's determination and courage. At the end, she turned her head to look at Salil and Serene who were looking at her, and Narhap in the distance.

"I will." Dacus nodded firmly. He would definitely go to see Dais, or to see Val, later. In addition to the initial promise, he also wanted Val to help repair the dragon armor. After the scarlet sword exploded, he had neither weapons nor armor. It was time to collect the six pieces of equipment.

Morayg nodded slightly and looked at Daquus with satisfaction. Then, her figure began to change, her body gradually shrank, her black hood became transparent, and her whole body turned into a black mist, and finally condensed into a crow. The crow spread its wings and flew high, breaking through the silent air, and made a low cry.

The elves present were all dumbfounded when they saw this scene, with shock and confusion in their eyes.

Daquus watched the crow fly away, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart. It seems that Morayg has done something else during this period of time. He really has become the eldest son of the old woman, but...whose finger bone is it? By elimination, autistic? Unhappy? There seems to be nothing else except these two dragons and phoenixes? It can't be the Chaos Gods, that's too weird.

Just as Dacus was about to sit down again, something else happened. The elves still looked shocked and confused, but they looked away again. He followed his gaze and saw a figure with an elegant elf appearing from the edge of the clearing and slowly walking towards him.

The figure, wearing only shorts, had a bare chest, and was covered with carvings and tattoos all over his body. Every muscle was tense, and the lines and patterns seemed to tell an ancient and mysterious story.

As the figure got closer, Dacus knew who the figure was. He had seen it several times. Then he looked at the elf next to the figure. The elf gave him a very strange feeling. He was wearing a green hooded robe embroidered with various symbols in gold thread, and had amazing beauty. He had a faint smile on his face and held a lute and a wine bag in his hands. These were fine, mainly the body shape. His chest was not bulging, but he had an elf female face, which was indescribably weird.

Loik and Liarelle walked slowly towards Dacus under his gaze. Dacus, who no longer thought about it, was slightly stunned, then smiled warmly and went forward to show his status as a landlord.

"Welcome to you."

Loic nodded, and a faint smile appeared on his face under the mask. His eyes swept over the people present, as if he was evaluating everyone's reaction. He nodded to the believers such as Wetir, Heglia, Tolandir and Diana who stood up and saluted him. And Liarriel looked at Dacus with her bright eyes, smiled and nodded, and greeted.

"I heard that an important meeting is going on here, so I came to see. Dacus, this is my child, Liarriel." Loic, who no longer looked around, pulled Liarriel's hand, walked in front of Dacus, and said with a smile.

"Liariel, welcome." Dacus said politely and enthusiastically, but he did not bow, nor did he say anything nonsense like your arrival is an honor for all of us. And at this time, Serene also stood up from her seat, walked over and held Liarriel's hand, like a pair of good sisters.

Serene took Liarriel's hand and sat down in the previous position. Liarriel's appearance attracted new attention from the elves present. They looked at Liarriel's elves from time to time with curiosity and awe.

"I won't sit down." Loik, who was standing in front of Daquus, turned his head and looked at Liarriel who was sitting down, nodded again with satisfaction, and then turned his head to Daquus and said, "She is my child, Daquus, I ask you to help me take good care of her."

Darkius did not immediately agree to Loik's request. He turned his head and looked at Liarriel who was whispering something to Serene. Just like his initial perception, he thought Liarriel was a little miserable. They were all abilities that could make Slaanesh ecstatic. How to say it, this demigod, there are some differences between them. Serene, as the daughter of Matheran, basically walks sideways in the sea.

As an elf, Sarir is naturally magic-friendly, not to mention his second sight. With Hoeth's teachings, he has a strong spellcasting power, otherwise he would not have been able to walk in Elsin Arwen for many years without any harm. But in the end, he should have overturned. As far as he knows, at the end of the world, after Belanna's death, Hoeth chose the still inexperienced Fenrir as his incarnation.

Demigods inherit part of the power of gods, and are delicious cakes in the eyes of the Chaos Gods. Of course, in addition to demigods, incarnations, champions, etc. are also the same, but the size of the power is different, just like big cakes and small cakes.

But this one... seems to be very bad. He is the patron saint of music, poetry, dance and wine. He is simply bad at everything. He has nothing to do with fighting. Loic has not inherited any of his fighting skills. He had seen how Loic shuttled quickly across the open space yesterday. If Loic wanted to, he could have appeared directly at the table just now, but he didn't. Instead, he walked over normally with Liariel. This behavior basically means that Everything.

Darkus's expression kept changing. He was thinking that there is a god in this world. There is no doubt about it. Religiously, the path most suitable for elves is similar to the Pantheon model of ancient Rome and Greece. Elves and elven gods are bound, and neither can get rid of the other. Religion can strengthen the stability of the regime and give the elves a kind of sustenance and comfort in their hearts. Liariel's ability is very outrageous in peacetime. Music, poetry, dance and wine, these are all what the elves need.

But this is not a stable period yet, and Loic's intention is obvious, he wants to entrust Liariel to him. In other words, when he returns to Naggaroth, Liariel will also follow him, but it doesn’t necessarily have to go to Naggaroth? It's good to stay in Lustria. It's quite safe there. The druchi and lizardmen there can protect Liariel and allow Liariel's faith to take root there. Maybe it's brewed in the Cuyo Administrative Region. In the future, wine can dominate the world, crushing the wine of the Kingdom of Itain. The Wine Festival of Chapeiuto will become one of the most grand festivals of the elves.

"Under the witness of all of you, I promise you that I will take good care of her." After thinking about this, Darkus no longer hesitated and made a decision. He said solemnly and loudly.

"Darkus, you are trustworthy. I believe you will take good care of Liariel." A pleased smile appeared on Loic's face, and he patted Darkus' shoulder gently to express his approval. and thanks.

Liariel, who heard Darkus's words, stood up and smiled at Darkus to express her gratitude. Her bright eyes shone with expectation and trust.

"After the meeting, when you have time, I will help you get a tattoo. This is an agreement between us and a commemoration." Loick said with a little excitement in his tone.

Tattoo? This tattoo is no ordinary tattoo. Darkus has learned some information from the war dancers along the way, and there is something to be said for it.

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it."

Loic held Darkus's shoulder again, expressing his deep gratitude. Then he took two steps back and disappeared under the gaze of elves, lizards and forest spirits.

After Darkos sat down again, the atmosphere became slightly tense. The elves except Druch and Enil were all paying attention to the next movement. They thought that these gods had long been away from the mortal world, but now they witnessed the gods with their own eyes. The arrival of the mansion. This impact left them at a loss for a moment, and their hearts were filled with awe and doubt. They looked at Darkus with complicated expressions on their faces, including admiration, doubt, and faint expectation.

Malekith in the silver mirror stood there, staring intently at the scene in the mirror. He was originally prepared to have fun and see what new tricks Darkus was up to, but as the elves and gods appeared one after another, his heart was shocked. replaced. He took a deep breath. Having lived for six thousand years, he had never seen such a spectacular scene. The shock in his heart was indescribable. He once thought that he had enough control over strength and power, but at this moment he felt a little small, and there was obviously some problem with his understanding of Darkus.

"I'm sorry, everyone, I have a lot of friends...but maybe this is just the beginning, you just get used to it." Darkus, who sat down, said calmly facing the eyes of the elves.

"Okay, let's officially start the meeting." Darkus said nothing more. He was thinking about something. After a moment, he continued, "As Morayig said, our destiny lies in Blending, our destinies are intertwined, and we are deciding our future destiny. What we are witnessing here is not just a meeting, but the future!

But we don’t seem to know each other well? I'm from Naggaroth, he's from Ulthuan, he's from Lauren Loren, you're from Athel Loren, so let's introduce ourselves first, me first. "

After Darkus finished speaking, he stood up again, as if he had released a signal again. When he stood up, Druchi and Enil stood up in unison, followed by Salil, Sereni The three demigods Liariel and Liariel also stood up, and Assur and Asrai also stood up when they saw the formation. No matter how serious the conflict was, the demigods would stand up, so there was no room for them to sit down. He nodded with satisfaction, stretched out his hand and pressed it, motioning for everyone to sit down.

"Dakuus Helban." Darkus typed. He did not speak Druchil's Druzil language, but pure Elsalin language. He also did not speak about himself. Among all the messy, long and stinky titles, he simply said his first and last name.

"Maranur Helban." Maranur stood up again after sitting down and introduced himself. (End of chapter)