Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

The twin moons outside the window shone into the room through the carved window lattices, casting mottled light and shadows.

Maranul sat in front of a wooden table, the surface of which was neatly spread out, with several rolls of parchment and a pile of heavy books scattered on it. On the right side of the desk was an exquisite ink bottle, and next to it was a row of sharp quills, each of which was neatly arranged. Of course, there was also a hand crossbow that was already strung in a convenient position.

The room he was in was spacious and solemn, with exquisite wall hangings and oil paintings of battle scenes on the walls, and the bookshelves around were filled with various books and sea charts and logs. This was the room his father had carefully prepared for him, but due to various reasons, he rarely appeared in this room. The last time was when he set out from Naggaroth to the continent of Lustria, and the time before that was when he set out from Clarkarond to Naggarond.

There was a comfortable bench in the corner of the room, and Alatar was lying there in a comfortable posture, flipping through the book in his hand.

Maranul lowered his head and focused on the documents in his hand, his brows slightly wrinkled, his eyes sharp and focused. From time to time, he wrote a few lines on the paper with a feather pen, and tapped the table with his fingers lightly, appearing to be thinking deeply. From time to time, he would chew the chewing tobacco in his mouth, look up at the window, and continue to work after thinking for a moment.

Soon after, there was a sound of footsteps on the spiral staircase, followed by a knock on the door.

When the door opened, Maranul looked up and saw his father Dulias standing at the door. Alatar, who opened the door, saluted slightly after seeing that it was the future father-in-law, and then stepped out of the room to leave. She knew that Dulias appeared here at this time to talk to Maranul.

After responding, Dulias looked around the room and stopped at Maranul. Then, he coughed lightly, walked slowly into the room, and closed the door. His steps were steady and powerful, and every step was full of majesty. He walked to the desk, first glanced at the crossbow, then met Maranul's eyes. The silence between the two instantly became heavy and meaningful.

"Shouldn't you look around?" Finally, Dulias spoke, and after that he dragged a chair over like in his nephew's room and sat in front of his son's desk, ignoring the existence of the crossbow.

"Not interested." Maranul spit the chewing tobacco in his mouth into the trash can under the table and responded calmly.

"What are you writing?" Dulias sighed after seeing his son was silent. The son in front of him made him feel strange, of course, not only strange now, but also strange in the past.

As a member of the Hell's Disaster Family, he was not qualified to say: You are my inheritance, without you, what is the meaning of the Black Ark? Such words. He was just a member of the family, not the ruler of the family. Many times, many things were not decided by him, and he had to abide by the rules. This was also the difference between the members of the Hell's Disaster Family and other Duruchi.

But as a father, he still hopes that his son can inherit the Black Ark. This is his selfish desire as a father. However, at this moment, he knows that his son has rejected him in a sense and cut off his thoughts.

"Plan."

"Oh?" Dulias asked in a curious tone.

"Do you really want to know?" Maranul's expression showed a playful look.

"I am your father!" Dulias was a little angry. He didn't like his son's attitude.

"Yes, you are my father, but are you sure you want to know now?" After Maranul finished speaking, he did not give his father a chance to make up his mind. He rotated and pushed the document in his hand horizontally, so that the content on the document faced his father directly.

"What is this?" Dulias, who had been listening to the words, looked down unconsciously and his face changed. The title at the top of the document was the Krakarond Transformation Plan, and the middle was full of content. Although he looked a little shocked by these contents, it was nothing. What shocked him was that the executor wrote his son's name, which was incredible.

"Yes."

"It's not your turn yet!"

"That was in the past, my father." Maranul spread his hands.

"This..."

"As a father, shouldn't you provide some valuable advice?"

Before Dacus was born, Dulias had a tendency to be the third person in the family, or he had already been. After Dacus was born, everything changed. He had no advice to give. What advice could he give? He was just an admiral, and only an admiral.

He only knew that Krakarond was different from Asheril. Asheril was actually Dacus's territory, but Dacus opened up the authority, which looked like the family's territory, but the specific control was not the responsibility of the family, but of the Thorn Family. Walter was in charge, and Walter's appointment came from the Witch King and the Archon. The situation in Krakarond was different. The situation there was complicated...

"Who decided this? Dacus?" After a moment, he changed the subject after regaining his composure.

"Yes, Dakwus, my brother. To be more precise, it is the decision of the Hand of the Witch King. Clar Karonde will have a new round of personnel changes. The clan mother will go to Nagor to serve as the dean of the magic academy, and the young master will go to the newly established Taliendan to serve as the president..." Maranul looked at his father carefully, and he found that his father really seemed to know nothing.

"What does Taliondan do specifically?" Dulias interrupted Maranul. He knew about the future of the clan mother, but he didn't know about the young master. He thought the young master would become the real Night Warden of Krakarond, not the previous Valahar, and the meaning of Taliondan was very important.

"Nothing..." Maranul imitated the way Daquus usually spoke. After taking a look at his father's expression, he continued with a smile, "At first, it was called the General Staff, but Loik... yes, that is "Shadow Dancer" Loik, He said that the name was too ugly, it would be better to call it Taliondan. As for what it does specifically..."

"This way of speaking is not suitable for you!"

"Ah~ A new storm is brewing in Naggaroth. If we return at the right time, we will see it with our own eyes, no, experience it ourselves." Maranul spread his hands, and he changed his way of speaking again, his brother-in-law's chanting style. After seeing that his father was really angry, he began to tell the story of what Taliondan did specifically.

"This... How is this possible?" Dulias realized the importance of Taliondan and the political influence it brought. This also fulfilled his son's words that a new storm was brewing in Naggaroth, which was equivalent to taking the lives of those fear lords and admirals. How could there be no storm? This would be an unprecedented storm.

After the storm is over, the power of the Hell Disaster Family will move to a new level.

"Shouldn't the Witch King be the chief? Why let the young master be the chief?"

"I was curious about this question before. In Daquus's expectation, the young master should be the deputy, but as far as I know, the Witch King refused. The details... I don't know." Maranul told the information he knew.

"The sky in Naggaroth has changed." Dulias sighed and looked out the window. After a moment, he slowly said, "What about Valahal? Will Cowell of the Mogar family be the chief?"

"Yes."

"It seems that you are getting married soon. Congratulations." After the guess was confirmed, Dulias nodded and then smiled like an old father. Just like he couldn't decide who would be the next admiral of the Vicious Temple, he couldn't decide who his son would marry. If you give up, you gain. This is how the Hell's Disaster family operates. The family has been operating in this way for nearly six thousand years, providing a place of shelter for family members. There is the warmth of home, but it also has its own limitations and trade-offs.

"If it's okay, I plan to hold the wedding after the storm ends. I planned to hold it in Clarkalond before, maybe... should it be in Nagarond?"

"Son, my suggestion is to hold it in Clarkalond, on a small scale. Sometimes trade-offs and compromises are necessary." Dulias made a suggestion, and then hesitated for a moment, "Of course, if you mind, as a father, I will do my best for you."

"Let's still hold it in Clarkalond..." Maranul tried to end the topic. He was very entangled with this issue. He didn't care. He only cared about the actual things that could be truly held in his hands, but he also knew that Alatar and the Mogar family cared.

The problem is... he also agreed with his brother's words: A big tree attracts the wind. He is the Hand of the Witch King, the Dean of the School of Magic, and the Chief of Taliondan. What's more troublesome is that many of the important positions in the bureaucratic team to be formed in the future will be held by people around them. If he holds a high-profile wedding, those cousins ​​who don't know the situation will think that the Hell's Disaster Family is the ruler of Naggaroth.

"By the way, Loik? Him? The scar on your face? And what happened along the way? I'm curious, why are there so many cousins ​​and red dragons? Is that Lady Serene really the daughter of Maselan? And why is that Asur still alive, and... it looks like?" Dulias noticed that his son was changing the subject. Although the son in front of him made him feel unfamiliar, the blood connection and keen observation still allowed him to catch it.

The questions he asked were also the reason why Dulias chose to find Maranul. He had too many confusions and too many questions. He had never made time before, and only squeezed out some time now.

"Beloda White Wave? Plans often fail to keep up with changes. In the original plan, this lady lost her value after the trip to Elsin Alvin, but she kept fighting and proving on the road. Now she has a new identity. She will stay in Chapeiuto as a high-level priest of the Storm Weaver, responsible for the construction project of the Matheran Grand Temple there, the largest Matheran Grand Temple in the world, larger than the Matheran Cathedral in Miragliano."

When mentioning Miragliano, Dulias's face suddenly darkened. His younger brother, Dacus's father, died in that raid. He originally planned to take this opportunity to take revenge, but the strange thing was that Dacus actually rejected the proposal of the raid. Moreover, he knew about the black humor of the Matheran Cathedral as early as when Dacus and his friends boarded the ship. He also knew that his nephew was playing a big game, but he still couldn't accept it in his heart.

"Besides, she is the lover of Flanais, but nothing will happen between them for now, just like my sister will not have anything to do with Tolandil for the time being. When she was in Athel Loren, her father showed up. Her father remained silent on this matter, neither supporting nor explicitly opposing it. All this will depend on whether the future progresses smoothly."

"This..." Dulias didn't know what to say. This sentence was too dense. He knew the identity of Belloda's father and the meaning of his attitude. Although he didn't know what happened specifically, he could get a glimpse of something from the attitudes of his cousins ​​on the ship and Belloda's father. It seemed that this trip to Elsin Alvin was very successful.

In addition, what bothered him was that his daughter was in love again? Strangely, as a father, he could feel that his daughter was serious this time. Compared with his son, he knew his daughter who had been with him before better, a daughter who was a little nervous and a daughter who was hard to figure out.

"That bard..." He had an impression of Tolandil. Colonia introduced him at the banquet, but he didn't like Tolandil. He also examined this issue. Maybe the other party was not Duruchi, and he didn't meet the strong man in his mind, or it might be because he was a father.

"He is not a bard. In my brother's plan, he will be responsible for publicity work and the first person in charge of publicity work."

"The Storm of Maseran, what is this if not a bard?!" Dulias exclaimed.

Maranul's eyes widened. He was a little speechless when asked. What his father said seemed to be okay?

This is the traditional impression, but he knew that in his brother's plan, Tolandil was definitely not as simple as a bard. However, he did not ask in detail. He had not focused on the so-called publicity before, and he did not understand the terrifying magic released by publicity.

"Let's change the topic, my father, you should focus on other things. Tolandil is the only heir of the Red Leaf Family."

"This is absolutely impossible!" Dulias stood up. He understood the meaning of Maranul's words. This is what he cannot accept, or rather, this is what the entire Hell Disaster Family cannot accept.

His daughter was carefully taught by the clan mother, and she has experienced many life and death experiences and is excellent. He didn't know that Colonia's strength was higher than before during this trip to Elsin Alvin, and half a foot had already stepped into the legend. Otherwise, his attitude would be more intense now.

Maranul responded to his father's excitement with a shrug. In his opinion, this problem is very difficult, and it is not something he can handle. He doesn't even have a say in this regard. He and Alatar still owe it to his brother, who helped him block it, otherwise...

"What does Dakus mean on this issue?" After calming down, Dulias sat down again with a hint of coldness in his tone.

"Drag..." Maranul spread his hands.

"Drag?!"

"When he meets the tribe mother, he will test her attitude. If the tribe mother remains tough on this issue, he will drag it out. In his imagination, propaganda is very important and can change the trend of thought, so that the current Duruqi will not be like it is now. As for how to do it specifically, I don't know." Maranul diverted the focus of the topic. In his opinion, the marriage between his sister and Tolandil is inevitable, it is just a matter of method and time.

Dulias understood his nephew's way of dealing with this problem. Maybe this is a solution? Although he didn't know how propaganda should work and its significance. But he knew that if it could be successfully carried out, it would also be a display of strength. As long as the strength was displayed, some problems would be easy to solve. But he still couldn't accept that this cousin would become his daughter's marriage partner, at least for now.

"Let's change the subject."

"That lady Serene is indeed the daughter of Matheran, I can be sure of that." Maranul nodded first and said, and after seeing his father's face change, he continued, "But she is not responsible for secular affairs, for now. She and Loik's... uh... offspring live in Chapeiuto. She will participate in the construction of the Great Temple of Matheran. After the temple is established, she will be responsible for some religious affairs. In the future... maybe you should deal with her often?"

"Druchi is not weak enough to need Matheran's daughter to do something!"

Dulias, who is politically and religiously sensitive, knows the meaning and value of Serene. It is enough for the cousins ​​who also believe in Matheran to know that Serene is in Chapeiuto and that Serene stands on the side of Drucci on behalf of Matheran.

There was no need to do anything else, no need to appear on the sea, appear on Duruchi's warships, the Duruchi Navy would solve the remaining problems, as a battle-hardened admiral, he had his own pride and pride.

"In Athel Loren, we met the Asur delegation, the meeting was successful, and after a battle, we took the dominant position." Maranul knew that his father had simplified the matter, and he tried to explain it to his father.

"Oh? Fighting with our cousins?" Dulias showed a playful and sinister smile on his face.

"Yes." After seeing his father's expression, Maranul knew that his father had strayed again, but he still nodded in agreement. After all, what his father said was correct, they did fight with their cousins, "but not with Asur, but with Asrai!"

Then he began to tell everything that happened in Lauren Loren and Athel Loren, from the one-sided naval battle to crossing the Black Mountains and leaving Athel Loren.

"Marselan's storm, this... this... is simply unbelievable. Congratulations to you, you have made huge gains, so..." By the time Maranur finished speaking, an hour had passed. During this hour, Dulias's mentality kept changing, from the initial shock to the final numbness. In his opinion, this process was too exciting and successful.

"Yes, they are our friends. They appeared on the ship for various reasons and needs. In addition to the two demigods Serene and Liariel, there are also some very important figures, the Gilead He is the son of Barshana, the brother of Asanok and Karadrell, who has lived from the War of Vengeance to the present.

But...my father, don't expect what will happen to those Aslays staying in the forest. They will not come out, and more importantly, Darkus will not let them come out. Their mission is to guard Athel Loren and the Oak of Ages. Athel Loren is very important in Darkus' plan, very important! Moreover... in my opinion, their strength is average and they do not have an advantage in numbers. "

"My son, tell the truth, are you jealous?" Dulias did not follow Maranur's topic this time, but became serious. He stared at his son and observed Looking at his son, after a long time, he asked in a serious tone.

"Jealous? Really? Of course, this happened a long time ago. I adjusted my mentality." Maranur first shrugged, then curled his lips to cover himself up. After a moment of pause, he continued. , “The clan mother once taught us that jealousy is a part of human nature and stems from the desires and dissatisfaction deep in the heart.

This emotion arises spontaneously when we see others possessing something that we desire but cannot obtain. It is not only a negative emotion, but also a challenge to our self-worth. Jealousy develops when we feel inferior to others. "

"But the clan mother also taught us that jealousy is not inevitable. She said that the best way is to learn to be satisfied with everything we have instead of focusing on what we lack. We must see our strengths and Advantages, rather than blindly comparing and pursuing.

Only those who are intoxicated on the edge of the abyss and are not swallowed by the abyss are truly strong.

So, I turned jealousy into motivation. If I could turn this emotion into the power of action instead of being swallowed up, I could pursue my goals in a more positive way. Everyone has their own way to go, and everyone's destiny is unique. We must respect our own journey and cherish our own experiences. "

Dulias listened, but he did not nod in approval, but looked at his son with suspicious eyes. The son in front of him was so strange to him. These words were not only spoken by the clan mother to her son, but also to him, and to every member of the family, but...

"Father, I must do it! Darkus is my brother, and he will always be my brother, as long as he still recognizes me as a brother. You know what we went through when we were children. I promised my aunt that I would protect her. My brother. Although I now think that my brother does not need my protection, if necessary, I will be willing to do so. From the moment I agreed, I am a man!

And... the emotion of jealousy... You also know that he is the messenger of the ancient saints, and the lizard people recognize his identity. This is also the reason why we got Ashriel, this is the identity he was given.

But this is not the case in other places. The Witch King made him the chief consul of Druch not because of his identity, but because of something else. He hid after the Haxiya trial voyage and stayed in Far away from the forest farm of Krakalond, he did not have the ambitions and desires common in Druchi society.

You don't understand him, and again, that's what confuses most Druchs. But I know him, and I know why the Witch King favors him. He and the Witch King are friends and can quarrel over certain differences, rather than being a subordinate or servant. This is something I can't do no matter what. I'm afraid of the Witch King. The most I can do is like the Young Master, but you also know that the Witch King doesn't like the Young Master.

We saved the world on Obion Island, relying on our strength. We gained Aenir's friendship in Lauren Loren, and it also relied on strength, and there are some other ways. The same is true in Athel Loren, and I asked myself that I couldn't do it.

In Albion, he slew a giant that lay almost as long as a raider. In Lauren Loren, he banished a great demon. In that world, he slew a corrupted dragon. It was one of the reasons why the dragon was willing to be friends with him. In addition to the dragon, he also killed a big demon.

As I mentioned earlier, he killed Orion in a duel in Athel Loren. And what he must have experienced that night. I know the power he showed when he wore dragon armor and held the divine sword. He was lying in bed unwilling to get up. He must have encountered something unmentionable.

These were all accomplished by him alone, and there were some other brilliant but not worth mentioning achievements. Father, do you know where the scars on my face came from?

We encountered a Whispering Beast on the way to Athel Loren, a monster that only exists in Elsin Alvin. I asked for a solo challenge, but he was negative about it. He seemed to know that But with the support of my uncle, sister and the Cowell siblings, he finally agreed.

As a result... he didn't seem to know what it was, but he did know it. The scar on my face was left by the monster. In addition to the visible horror, the monster also had a strong psychological impact. I faced death several times in the battle. Fortunately, I proved myself and I finally killed the monster.

I originally wanted to chop off its head and hang it on the wall, but... it has the ability to amplify emotions, even after it dies, and its head is too big, which is inconvenient. What a pity.

This is just a crazy beast. When I was in Lauren Lauren, I fought with that big demon. Father, to be honest, if I hadn't had the support of my family, friends and comrades around me, I would have turned around and ran away at that time. "

Maranul kept talking and sighing. This was the first time he had such a long and in-depth conversation with his father. At the end, he stood up thirsty and went to the wine cabinet to pick up the wine and poured it.

"I'm proud of you, my child. "Dulias, who took the drink, did not be wary or suspicious of the drink, but raised his glass to greet Maranul and drank it all.

Maranul did not respond, but smiled self-deprecatingly, and then he also raised his glass and drank it all.

"I am not jealous, I don't have the strength to be jealous, and I am not qualified to be jealous of him. He has surpassed me in all aspects, which I can't achieve anyway. So... I have to face myself, surpass myself, and pursue my goals in a more positive way.

Father, many times, I have an illusion that he is sent by the gods to guide us on the right path, which is why those gods support him.

And what I have to do is to correct my identity. I believe he can succeed, and we will take back everything that belongs to us under his guidance. I have great confidence in this. I don't want to be a laughing stock in the future, just like those supporting characters in the story who are not presentable, jealous of their brothers, attacking their brothers, and finally becoming a laughing stock and allusion to be ridiculed, like Black Blade?

I want to keep going and accompany him, so that I can write a heavy stroke in history. Scholars in the future will study me, why I gave him a lamp, and what the meaning is. Bards will sing about the brotherhood between me and him, and tell the story of me and him. When parents educate their children, they will think of the story of me and him first.

More importantly, my actions have been rewarded. In the battle with the crazy beast, Skarandil witnessed everything and recognized me. Under the coordination of Daquus, he became my partner. Father, I have a dragon, a dragon that belongs to me, an extremely powerful red dragon, not those black dragons.

I will never inherit your position and become the admiral of the Temple of Viciousness. Because I will become the Night Warden of Clarkalond, I will be responsible for all affairs of Clarkalond and provide greater support for our cause.

If everything goes well, I mean that after we reign in Ulthuan, the island of Orbion will become the territory of the family, or more precisely, my territory. There are forests, swamps and plains there. We will settle some retired veterans there. The swamps there will become farmlands and the plains will become pastures.

Of course, the island does not belong entirely to us. The lizardmen occupy the north, we occupy the south, and the middle is occupied by the red dragons. We have established a contract with the red dragons. When everything is stable, we will build a paradise for the red dragons on the Beast Peak, a city on a high mountain, a unique landmark building. We have thought of the name, which is "Valdraken".

The location of Orbion Island is very important, so important that we can see the signal from Lauren Loren's Seatir Tower. It can radiate Elsin Alvin and Norsca. We will build a large port on the coast to transport goods from Ulthuan to these two places, a steady stream of wealth, deploy black arks and fast fleets, and deploy one or more large legions there.

Cut off the passage of human ships out of the Claw Sea. If necessary, the fleet and legion can appear in Sith Leonask at the first time to provide support to the elven ambassadors and merchants there. "

Maranul said a lot, but he never mentioned the problem of the indigenous people on the island, as if those indigenous people had been arranged clearly, and as if they did not exist at all.

"You have changed, child. But it's good, you have started to walk on the right path." Dulias's eyes showed relief and pride.

After communicating for a while, he got up and left. He did not tell Maranul about the confusion he encountered in Dacus, because he had understood that the concept of sea power was actually not important, but just a fog shrouded in the truth. What was important was change.

Since the army is going to change, the navy must also change, and he, as a family member, will support Dacus. He will become a pioneer and set an example. (End of this chapter)