Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

"I haven't thought about it yet." Daxus chose to tell the truth. He didn't need to beat around the bush with Loyk. It was not good and disrespectful.

"About those shadow hunters?" Loyk tried to ask.

"Well... do you have any good suggestions?" Daxus hadn't thought about this at the beginning, but Loyk's words gave him some inspiration, but it still lacked a bit of charm.

"You can trust Wettier, I promise." Loyk said in a confident tone.

Daxus still sat there, acting very calm. He didn't turn his head to look at Wettier behind him in surprise because of the promise of God. Wettier had come to him before and proposed the idea of ​​following him. He had no reason not to agree. Originally, he planned to let Wettier serve as a martial arts instructor, compile teaching materials, and train those dark swordsmen and pirates who are good at single-armed weapons. Maybe...

"You need some helpers around you to protect you." Seeing that Daxus didn't respond, Loyk continued.

"I will stay here for a while. So, Wetir, help me train Ren and the others. Oh, and that person."

"I am willing to serve you. If you need, I can bring some war dancers to join the Shadowhunters." Wetir, holding a tray, bowed and responded.

"Of course, as long as you can adapt to the icy environment of Naggaroth, maybe you should start training in Artives and adapt in advance." Daquus agreed, but he did not let Wetir follow Ren's plan. Perhaps, Shadowhunters should be properly split up, with Ren for the outside and Wetir for the inside. The inside and outside are divided around him, not Naggaroth or Duruchi. Ren is responsible for external affairs, and Wetir is responsible for internal affairs, that is, his security work.

Perhaps, he can ask Malekith next time to introduce a batch of new Asrai equipment from Athel Loren... No. He remembered that after Malekith fled to Athel Loren at the end of the world, the group of thorn sisters came to Malekith uninvited and asked to serve Malekith. They had to serve regardless of whether they agreed or not, and they made requests, hoping to live in a corner of the palace and keep a seat in the court.

Finally, Malekith welcomed these witches to join his private army with great interest.

To put it bluntly, the overall environment of Naggaroth is not good, and everything is lacking, except for the lack of Cain believers.

Malekith has a group of trustworthy people in his hands, such as Koran, Aegirether, Hirsis, and Hemara. The problem is that these existences have corresponding roles and positions. After returning to Naggaroth, he plans to let Koran serve as the commander of the guards and Hirsis as the night warden of Naggarond.

Hemara worked hard in the Battle of Altdorf, and he also has to show his appreciation. In the future, let Hemara move to the Ministry of Industry or the Ministry of Education, or go to the Nagor as a mentor.

After the action, Malekith had no one around him. Perhaps the Thorn Sisters with excellent strength would be good substitutes. They could be used directly without training. Anyway, Ariel was gone, the couple's court no longer existed, and the lords of the Twelve Territories did not need to be replaced. It was better to go to Naggaroth with him to fill the vacancy around Malekith. Although these Thorn Sisters had his label on them, they were more reliable than those Duruki.

"If it's not those Shadow Hunters, then what is it?" Seeing that Daquus was very calm in this regard, Loic asked again.

"Harlequin?" Daquus tried.

"What?"

"Nothing." Daquus shook his head slightly and said, he could feel that Loic's reaction was subconscious, unless Loic was lying to him, the problem was... Loic had no reason to lie to him on this issue. He had never heard of any clowns in this world. He had Shadow Hunter, so he had no interest in creating clowns, and he couldn't create a real clown. After all, the core mechanism of the clown was there, and Loik was not a wash.

"The General Staff, a military command organization, is an indispensable military adviser to the Supreme Commander. It is responsible for implementing the orders and instructions of the Supreme Commander of the country, that is, the Phoenix King. It is responsible for collecting enemy information, formulating and organizing the implementation of mobilization plans and combat plans, planning and organizing military training and education, and commanding and coordinating the combat operations of the army during wartime." Dakuus organized his words and threw out the General Staff.

"Military thought, army building and war guidance? Play the role of helmsman and mentor? Cultivate military theorists and generals for the army? Not only... your purpose should be more than that. Let me guess. In the future, the tradition and spirit of this institution will constitute the soul of the army and will have a huge impact on the people's thinking. In a sense, the history of the General Staff is the history of the development of the army." Loik first glanced at Wettier, and after Wettier put down his things and stepped back, he asked and answered himself with interest.

"Yes!" Dacus did not nod casually or compliment casually this time, but responded solemnly.

"I understand, you always surprise me, I think the elves should have such an institution. In addition... I have to say that the name of the General Staff is really ugly."

"Then can you help me choose one? You also know that I have no talent in naming." Dacus did not refute Loik's complaints, but admitted that what Loik said was right.

"Tarendan!"

"Do you need me to compliment you?" After some thought, Darkus understood what Taliendan meant, "Eagle Leading the Navigation". Eagle, pilot, he admitted that this word was very good and very appropriate. Like the phoenix, the giant eagle has a very important influence in the elven society. The "King of Eagles" Giant Eagle Ancestor Talien is there.

The eagle on Asuryan's shoulder, eagle, shoulder, Asuryan, if you read and understand...

Loik's laughter echoed, attracting the attention of the elves present.

"I also understand why you want to introduce my belief system. Your thinking is right. Among so many elves and gods, I am the only one who can meet your needs. Do you have any specific ideas?" After regaining his composure, Luo Yike asked as he was busy.

"No!" Darkus responded categorically. He had already made it clear. The problem was that he really didn't have it.

The Shadow Dancer is Loic, the Elven Laughing God, the patron saint of trickery, trickery, music, carnival, song and drama. Liars and tricks are exactly what he needs, and it is only appropriate that those staff officers and generals believe in Loic.

Members of the general staff need to use their brains. It is inevitable that they will go around to Tzeentch, and the probability is very high. Those staff members may not know that they have reported to Tzeentch. Tzeentch is terrible here. No matter in war or peace, there is soil for Tzeentch to survive. If you don't pay attention, it will be penetrated. This is one of the reasons why Tzeentch supports his big plan in disguise. If the chessboard is smashed, there will be no one to play. .

Don't wait until then, like a meeting of the unified army, there will be elements among us...

By then, who will have a third eye on his forehead, Guan Jiangkou Erlangshen? No, that's Tzeentch's all-seeing eye.

"Tattoo!" After a long time, Loick gave the suggestion.

"You mean?" Darkos immediately thought of something. In elven culture, the formal tattoos are connected to God. Under normal circumstances, God can sense what happened, but if he doesn't say anything, guess...

"Yeah, getting tattoos on the head, if they go off the path, the tattoo will disappear or bite back, is that the best thing to do, or do you have any ideas?"

"No!" Darkus responded again. In his opinion, setting up shrines and statues would not solve the actual problem. pray? Don't those Asurs also pray to Asurs, and then what?

Perhaps tattooing is the best way. Unlike the tattoos of thieves in a certain dynasty, tattoos on the head are a symbol of nobility in elf culture, symbolizing identity and status. It will raise the already arrogant head higher and allow others to see their own glory. The role of God is fully demonstrated at this moment.

"Yes!"

"Oh?" Loik responded with a curious tone.

"Is it possible to do this? Tattoo on the forehead, design one or two sets of tattoos, for example, start with a basic pattern, and gradually increase the number as the level and status increase, covering the forehead, just look at it You can tell the position and organization of the tattooed person.”

"A very good idea, that's why I support you. In my opinion, it's not a big problem. If you need it, I can design a few sets and your bureaucracy can use it."

"Let's do this. I'll let Vetier become a counter-infiltration organization." Darkus put forward the idea that had arisen in his heart.

Vetier's level should be improved, and he should not be just an internal guard and martial arts instructor. This is overkill. Vetier's identity and label are clean. He is Loic's chosen one and master of martial arts. He is like a catfish in Naggaroth.

He planned to follow the example of the Hoth Demonic Swordsmen who acted as secret police and set up a counter-infiltration organization, mainly targeting Tzeentch. Regardless of whether they are generals, staff officers, or officials, Loic can sense the threat immediately after getting a tattoo, and then Loic gives orders to Vetier, and then goes through the process to arrest him. After arriving at King's Landing in Ulthuan, increase the size of the organization and carry out anti-corruption and anti-corruption efforts.

Waitier left without knowing that his identity had made a huge leap in a short period of time.

As for Slaanesh... there's also the Swordmaster of Hoth. In his opinion, Slaanesh was not a scourge during the time of Naggaroth. It cannot be said that Naggaroth has no breeding ground for Slaanesh, but the magnitude of Slaanesh is not as terrifying as Tzeentch.

He is not worried that Loic will mess around. The tattoo holders are all Loic's believers, which can increase their faith. For this reason, Loic has no reason to mess around, unless one day Loik goes crazy. Even if there is chaos, there is a secular process. The chain of evidence, arrest, interrogation, and trial must be followed. There cannot be a situation where if I think there is a problem, I will kill the person. This is very good. Loic's faith has increased and the threats he faces can be controlled. It's a win-win situation.

"I know what you are going to do, okay! I support you." Loick made a promise.

"What do you think of Ren?"

"He is very good. I liked his performance in Ulthuan." Loik made a comment after thinking for a while.

"There is no conflict between belief in the Ancient Saint and the Elf God, right?" Darkus tried.

"Of course! He is qualified."

Darkius nodded. Loyk agreed to let Ryan become his chosen god. In his opinion, there was nothing wrong with believing in the ancient saints and the elven gods at the same time. At the same time, it was not a problem for an elf to believe in multiple elven gods. The faith of the elves was similar to that of ancient Greece and Rome, and belonged to the Pantheon faith. When playing, they believed in Loyk, and when fighting, they believed in Edrezer. When seeking guidance and encountering confusion, they looked for Hoss and Lilith. The Asur occasionally prayed to Cain in the most primitive way before the battle.

"Okay, turn around and take a look." Loyk's voice was filled with a hint of satisfaction and expectation.

Darkius turned his head and looked at the mirror held in Loyk's hand. In the mirror, his back was covered with complex runes, which intertwined and flickered with a faint light. The next second, he showed a surprised expression.

"What is this?" Darkius asked in a low voice, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

The runes in the mirror were not just simple lines and patterns. They intertwined with each other to form a huge pattern, a phoenix with wings spread high. The phoenix held its head high, its eyes sparkling with wisdom and courage, its wings spread, ready to soar into the sky. Each feather was made up of tiny runes, sparkling like stars. The phoenix's body was full of strength and vitality, and its tail feathers extended complex patterns, dancing on its skin.

"Yes, I am very satisfied with this work, what about you?" Loyke said with a smile, his eyes full of pride.

Daquus carefully observed the pattern in the mirror, feeling the power coming from the runes. His eyes wandered over each feather of the phoenix, feeling the wonderful shock. Perhaps the image of the phoenix not only symbolizes rebirth and hope, but also represents endless courage and unyielding will.

"Of course!" Daquus responded.

"This phoenix will become a part of your body, giving you endless strength and courage. It will protect you and guide you forward. The tattoo is connected to the ornament, and you should wear it." Loyke nodded, his eyes sparkling with relief.

Dacus felt the changes in his body, and the power seemed to have been integrated into his blood and soul. He knew that this was not just a simple tattoo, but also a spiritual baptism and the inheritance of power. In reading comprehension, under the protection of this phoenix, he will lead the elves to a bright future and defeat all enemies.

"Look more, I don't mind holding the mirror more." Loyke smiled and nodded, his eyes full of expectation and trust. After seeing Dacus's confused look, he continued, "Soon, the phoenix will disappear. When the phoenix appears again, it will be when you are in danger. I think you will not be able to see it at that time, so... look more."

"Great work." Val's voice came from the side, full of admiration.

"Thank you for your compliment." Loyke turned his head and responded to Val's compliment with a smile.

About three minutes later, the light of the phoenix gradually weakened, and finally disappeared completely on Dacus' skin. Except for a few faint traces, the phoenix seemed to have never existed.

When the phoenix gradually disappeared, Dacus turned his eyes to Dais.

"Let me guess? You should have something to say to each other. Do you need me to leave?" Loik saw that the work was done and was about to leave, but before leaving, he took his steps back and a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

"Should I say yes or no?" Dacus said as he handed the steel sheet he had been holding in his hand to Dais.

"Quick steel." Dais, wearing an eye mask, responded after taking a look.

Ithramar silver is a precious metal, also known as "true steel" and "sky silver". It is a bright silver metal that is as light as the sky. However, the blacksmiths of Athel Loren can process a "quick steel" that is one level lower than Ithramar silver according to the existing situation and environment. The biggest advantage of quick steel is that it is half lighter than ordinary steel while maintaining its original hardness, and it is not easy to rust.

"My God of Forging, I need it." Dacus exclaimed in an exaggerated tone.

Along the way, the performance of Kissteel can be said to be excellent. It is stronger than the original black steel of Naggaroth, and more tough and stable, but the disadvantage is that it is heavier. It is okay when riding a cold lizard, and you can't feel it. Problems arise when you dismount and fight on foot or march for a long time.

Only an excellent army with high organization can enable the commander to dare to use those amazing tactics. Good horses go with good saddles. His military thinking has always been that victory comes from walking, marching is an art, and rapid mobility brings advantages and rapid mobility brings victory! He doesn't like to fight positional warfare, but mobile warfare that can annihilate. He hopes to combine the characteristics of Kissteel and Swiftsteel, which can be mass-produced, light, and tough.

"Yes, the most indispensable material for Swift Steel is volcanic stone, which needs to be refined by special methods. I can teach you what you are going to do."

"You also know that there are very few of your followers in Naggaroth. And... I use another way to process metals, which I call industry. A steel plant covering an area as far as the eye can see will melt the iron ore continuously, melting it all night long, and a large amount of steel will be produced, and its output is definitely not achievable through manual labor."

"Industry? I have been abandoned. I can't help you with what you said. You have also seen the scene around you." Dais sighed, stretched out his hand holding the cart and pointed to the distance.

"Yes, I need your help. You shouldn't be abandoned." Dacus said firmly, his eyes full of expectation.

Dais did not respond immediately, but remained silent for a moment, as if thinking.

"Does it take a ceremony to blind yourself to become your believer? As far as I know, the blacksmiths working in the damp tunnels behind the Rainbow Falls of Tal Litanel have become deaf and blind over time, and the meaning of their existence seems to be only to keep hammering the anvil." Seeing that Dais was silent for a long time, Dacus asked tentatively.

"I never said that this was their own will. They formed a cult. They tried to understand me... the pain and sorrow they experienced to protect the elves. I gave them skills and wisdom after sensing it. I have no need to lie to you." Dais's voice was low and sad.

There is an old story here. Val is an armorer and the patron saint of blacksmiths and craftsmen. He was seriously injured when he challenged Cain in the ancient battle. He was disabled and blind, enslaved by Cain's will. He was forced to forge powerful weapons for Cain's eternal battle. The Sword of Cain appeared at that time. He toiled for countless years, but his hatred for Khaine never diminished.

However, even so, Vaal did not breed the seeds of rebellion, but silently endured his humiliation. Because he knew that if the elves were to survive, they would need Khaine's fire and fury, and even the dignity of God would be insignificant compared to the extinction of the entire race.

Legends are sometimes false, but sometimes they are true...

This is also the reason why there are very few Vaal blacksmiths in Naggaroth, where the Khaine sect is prevalent. This is also the reason why the elves will hold a ceremony before becoming Vaal believers.

"The time is not right, Daquus, some things can't be rushed." Loik, who had been listening, spoke up. Although he didn't say it clearly, he knew that Daquus understood what he meant.

"If you need, you can lead the blacksmiths here back to Naggaroth. As for me... I won't go. Don't worry, they will follow your arrangements. But you have to promise me that you will protect them!"

"I promise you that I will not only protect them, but they will also get the best treatment. In addition, any arrangements? Including restoring eyes? The new era has arrived. We need equipment and machines. At a certain moment, we need millions of armaments, and the lizardmen also need support.

We must change our way. I need your believers to see the drawings and improve the equipment and machines. This cannot be done in a blinded state. The drawings are not metal, and the work cannot be completed by touch, let alone licking the drawings with the tongue. Asuryan's fire, this is too unimaginable."

Dakwus began to complain. In his opinion, the Val blacksmiths should play a role similar to senior engineers in the new era, and complete the upgrade and improvement of machines and equipment together with the casters. This requires understanding drawings and mathematics, which is something that the current Val blacksmiths cannot do.

"Any arrangement! I know your plan. Even if I am blind, I can imagine the blueprint you have drawn, millions of armaments... How exaggerated, how unimaginable.

Darkius, you are outside of fate, you can avoid the destined fate, you are unique. As long as you want, as long as it meets your goals, as long as you need me, then let go and do it, this is my promise to you." Val smiled at Darkius, and then said, "You don't have to waste time with an old thing like me. This is what Nestra and Arohan should do. I am very happy that you left them here. They are destined to belong here. Thank you. Now, put it on and carry out your plan!"

After speaking, Dais bent down and picked up the repaired dragon armor in the cart. His action was like a signal. The elves around him put down their work and gathered around.

"Did you make the dragon armor of Aenarion?" Dacus looked at Dais carefully. He had white hair and a black eye mask, but he still looked young, like a middle-aged elf. But Des lived a very long time, even longer than Malekith. Among the elves still alive, only Morathi and Des were from the same era. While there was still some time, he asked the question that was weighing on his mind.

"Yes, it was a long time ago. Caledor assisted me. I made a lot of dragon armor at that time, using the best materials and the most exquisite craftsmanship."

"I'll do it." Loic nodded to Drusala who came over friendly, and took the things in Drusala's hand.

"Isn't this treatment a bit too high?" Daxus said, but still stretched out his arms.

"It's my honor." Loic responded in a joking tone, and then handed the sea dragon Piketan in his hand to Daxus, without any intention of helping Daxus to wear it.

Daxus took the sea dragon Piketan speechlessly. This Kaitan was smooth and tough, exuding the breath of the ocean and dragons. It was blessed by Serene, although he didn't smell the smell of the sea and dragons.

This sea dragon skin Kaitan can effectively resist various sword and arrow attacks, and can even reduce the damage of magic. After he put on Kaitan, he felt the comfort and security of fitting on his body.

"This sea dragon skin Kaitan not only provides excellent protection, but also allows you to move freely in the water." Dais explained, and then he thought of something and added, "But you don't need it, because you are the ocean." (End of this chapter)