Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

After the great invasion, there were not many temple cities left by the lizardmen, and many temple cities were destroyed by demons. The demon's corruption and destruction activities made these places full of ruins and filled with poisonous gas.

Some other temple cities were abandoned or abandoned due to the emergence of new enemies, such as Juitex that sank in the lake, Holoto that was sealed, and Zahuitak that was torn open. Huta and Asroto are attacked by the white-haired Harken. Despite this, many temple cities still host lizardfolk troops and continue to serve as spiritual nodes.

All temple cities, even the abandoned ones, have a specific purpose and place in the grand scheme of things. But now, these purposes and positioning have become the subject of speculation. The first generations of Slan who were instructed by the ancient saints have long been dead or silent, and the stone tablets describing the instructions of the ancient saints are incomplete.

Temple cities have a common structure, but architectural forms and arrangements vary depending on the energy a particular temple city is designed to channel. The Old Ones were magical, aligning their temple cities with celestial bodies and constellations, attracting their power as if they were making the temple cities their own.

The most prominent example is the City of the Moon, Talaxlan, which, unlike the other temple cities, was the fourth temple city to be established, located south of the Piranha Swamp. Travelers traveling along the Amazon may see the spiers of shimmering light, decorated with silver metal, to imitate the real moon.

This is a sober city that excels at revealing secrets from the sky. Built before the advent of Mornerslieb, its wide streets are laid out according to the steady movement of Mannerslieb.

The city lacks the impenetrable walls of Hesiotar, the mighty armies of Itaza, and the mysterious defenses of Slanwupec. Less militarized than many similar temple cities, it is a place of sober reflection and careful study. Unencumbered by walls, the city was able to expand, with new roads, monuments, and observatories spreading outward from the central square.

Each towering star monument and statue is carefully positioned in the orbit of the moon. In this way, Talaxlan becomes an important node on the spiritual network, harnessing the power of the sky to enhance the city's defenses and the Slann's prophecies. But... with the advent of the Great Invasion and the emergence of Morthrib, this development was curbed, and city walls appeared on the outskirts of the city after the Great Invasion.

According to legend, Talaxlan was founded by the ancient saint Razkotto, and the Skink tells the story of Razkotto teaching the lizardfolk to read the night sky. Seeing everything through the moon and stars, the radiance begins in the past and continues into the future. According to Razkoto's teachings, the Slann of Moon City shared everything the celestial beings saw. They are the most trusted monitors of the Ancient Ones, overseeing every decision and measuring every result. Anyway, that's what the city's skinks say, and they believe it.

Razkotto is a distant, indifferent observer who embodies the ideal of cold-blooded, unshakable disregard. It is what a lizard man should look like, and represents Slann's innate indifference. Worship of Razkotto is often expressed through meditation, and those Slann who wish to call upon the Old Ones must achieve Razkoto's cold, vigilant state. As for the consequences...

To the Skink, the Silver Moon is the eyes of Razkotto, a calm, all-seeing observer who judges all in the greater scheme of things. Therefore, the skinks in the city also strive to imitate their patron saint, observing and weighing everything with a calm eye, and then choosing the best solution.

But only a few or certain beings are as good as the lords they serve, and meditation and astrology are particularly difficult for them. Although they are unfamiliar with the concept of boredom, they lack the apathy of their fellow humans. They are easily frightened and their inner thoughts are constantly racing. Quiet contemplation is extremely difficult for them, so those priests who succeed in doing so are highly respected.

Due to their imitation of Razkoto, the slann and skinks of Taraxlan are trapped in a strange atmosphere, being silent and alert, often taking action after considering all possible angles. They know that the future is a delicate thing, as irresistible as the changing seasons and as fragile as the foam on the Amazon.

To act hastily means to run the risk of contradicting the great plan and easily severing the ties that tie the present to the desired future. This caution sometimes clashes with more quick-achieving beings who believe that only through action and sacrifice can the grand plan be realized, and the atmosphere at Taraxlan is one of laziness and a misinterpretation of the grand plan.

The various deeds of Talaklan created friction with Hesiotar, and the representative of these beings: Mazdamudi was also defeated. Afterwards, his mutterings were carefully recorded by his waiters, which led to hundreds of years of border friction between the two cities. Of course, the friction was limited to behavior, words and manners, and no real conflict broke out, or even escalated into a civil war.

Some young Slan in Tarakslan are also dissatisfied with this because they have been influenced by Mazdammoody's more aggressive philosophy and support the extremists led by Mazdammoody, but these things have changed over time. The passage of time is all in the past.

Although Razkoto was the main deity of Talaxlan, times moved on and the Cult of Sotek emerged. The sect has received wide support in this city that has been invaded by the Skaven. Many skinks have not participated, but they know through legends and records that it was their ancestors who followed the special prophets to fight and finally defeated the Skaven. The Skaven drove the Skaven out of this continent.

Against this backdrop of strife, the Cult of Sotek grew in power and influence, and more and more Skinks turned to Sotek to hear messages of action and bloody vengeance, in stark contrast to the city's brooding, patient nature. .

Some young Slann are not as neutral as Adoshi-Tehega. One of the Slann, Chuka-shi, sees the sect as the means to ultimately inspire Moon City to take action. He believes so because Times change.

As the Polar Gate fell and the Old Ones mysteriously vanished, the Lizardmen saw a green scar tearing through the sky. In the midst of this pure sensory assault, a moon appeared. This is the first time that the Slann in the City of the Moon have witnessed Morsrib. The existence of the evil moon has disrupted their astrological predictions. Their hatred of Morsrib exceeds all enemies, and the power they control is blocked by Morsrib. The twisted, dark and corrupt power of Lthrib flowed into their city.

The Slann people tried to reverse the situation. At this moment alone, a quarter of the Slann people died, and some astrological stations were reduced to ruins. There is no doubt that they failed, the stone flowed like water, the air was filled with the smell of sound, and under the light of Morthrib, demons were rampant and rampant.

As demons swept across the continent of Lustria, the Slann of Taraxlan fought to defend their achievements in a losing battle. Talaxlan was not designed from the outset for defensive purposes, and its wide streets, towering pyramids, and elaborate astronomical dais were quickly overrun, forcing the lizardfolk to retreat to the steps of the Great Pyramid of Razkoto.

The Temple City owes its survival to three Slann, who were sent by Adoshi-Tehega to the Pyramid of Zoga, where they successfully activated one of the Old Ones' most powerful artifacts, a powerful barrier that followed Zoga. Plus the activation of the shield appears.

Although this prevented the demonic invasion, unfortunately, not all temple cities could be protected. The Talak Slann survived the Great Invasion relatively unscathed. However, the Slann's prophetic abilities were never restored, and they could always feel the dirt of Morthrib spreading like ink in water. , constantly disturbing them and mocking them.

The Slann kept their gaze fixed on the sky, every thought focused on their celestial enemy. Morthrib's presence distorted their detailed prophecies, and dark forces seeped into the spiritual network through the alignment of Talaklan. Morslieb was not part of the grand scheme of things, and the Slann tried many times to get rid of it, and at times, it seemed they did succeed, with Morslieb retreating into the dark abyss, fading away until it was nothing more than a small green dot in the sky.

The next night, however, Morslieb was back, fat and plump, with a mocking face that laughed at all who came against it. Now, some Slann think of nothing but the destruction of Morthrib, so that their prophecies and temple cities can be purified, and only then can they see the true face of the great plan. But there is no doubt that their various actions failed, and Morslieb continued to exist until the end.

This is what Taraxlan used to be.

Now, "Dragon Mother" Mordax stands in the central square of the temple city of Taraxlan. She is not wearing a funny toga like her companions around her, but is wearing a suit with dark red and black. Gold-based armor.

The armor has complex carvings and decorations, full of dragon elements. The armor on the shoulders and chest is thick and strong, covered with sharp spikes, showing a defensive power that cannot be ignored. The design of the breastplate is exquisite, and the curves perfectly combine with the contours of her body, which not only enhances the protective properties of the armor, but also highlights her elegance and strength.

The waist and legs of the armor have smooth lines, and the leg armor is close to her legs. The leg armor is also decorated with sharp edges, symbolizing sharpness and combat effectiveness, especially the armor at the knees and ankles. The entire armor is like a work of art, filled with a deadly fighting atmosphere and revealing her extraordinary identity and status.

The crown part in the center of the helmet is made of gold. The sharp angles form a consistent style with the dragon horns, symbolizing dominance and leadership. There is also a large red gem inlaid on the top, which is exquisitely inlaid. The metal decoration around the gem is as well-proportioned as dragon scales, giving her a noble and extraordinary temperament.

The dragon horns extend gracefully upward from both sides, with black and gray textures, and the ends are slightly rolled outward, symbolizing the ancient and powerful dragon power. The dragon horns are inlaid with golden decorations, covering the roots of the horns, and the exquisite craftsmanship highlights the sense of luxury.

The sharp contrast between the gold and the dark color of the horns makes the helmet majestic and gorgeous at the same time. There are also red gems hanging from the roots of the dragon horns. The gems are connected by gold chains. As she moves, they gently sway, and the gems echo with other decorations.

If a senior adventurer from Azeroth saw Mordax's outfit at this time, he would definitely exclaim: Alexstrasza!

This set of armor was designed for Mordax when Darkus was idle on the Black Ark, and was forged by the Vaal priests. But it is a pity that there are some flaws in the Dragon Transformation Technique. After transforming into a human, Mordax did not have pointed ears, nor a beautiful and delicate face. Her head still looked like a dragon. After transforming into a human, the dragon's head went through constant proportions. Zoom. As for the body shape, a big and well-proportioned frame...

Mordax lowered his head and looked at the Skink beside him, whose head was swaying and its tail was wagging. He looked at the wax plate in the Skink's hand and fell into deep thought.

Chukwu-Ta is a Skink Priest who has been ordained to be the chief attendant of Adoshi-Tehega.

The newborn was supposed to appear at his master's side, holding a wax tablet, ready to record the lord's proclamations or brief words in his sleep. As Chief Attendant, speaking on behalf of Adohi-Tehega, he was responsible for overseeing the day-to-day management of Talaklan, as well as overseeing the other Skink Priests and the Red-Crowned Skink leaders that Tehenhoin had left in the city.

But now, Adoshi-Tehega is active and Teto Ikau has not officially retired. Being dominated by Teto Ikau, he has been assigned the task of receiving the Red Dragon...

"What do you think?" Mordax's voice broke the long silence. She raised her head from her contemplation, squinting her eyes and scanning the surrounding companions.

The red dragons did not respond immediately. With a low snort and a stream of warm air blowing out of their nostrils, the original conversation turned into silence. Taraxlan, the ancient city of the lizardmen, brought their senses far beyond their expectations. The huge shrines and pyramids that occupy the square carry indescribable power and history. Under the shadow of these buildings, their huge bodies seem a bit small.

"interesting."

For Aiwanach, all this is just a huge game field tailor-made for him. His cold pupils shone with a strange light, not awe or shock, but an extremely playful cynicism. He regarded the complexity and solemnity of Taraxlan as a stage, and the lizardmen coming and going and the silent Slann priests were just actors in this drama, every move and every whispered chant , all seem to exist to please his audience.

"interesting."

He murmured in a low voice, and looked across the pyramid in the distance, staring at the patrolling lizard warriors. Every step of the lizard warrior seemed to have been predetermined, neat and uniform, without any deviation. In his eyes, this perfect order not only did not bring awe, but instead deepened his interest in this "performance", a drama about control and being controlled.

"They follow the prophecies and fear the stars, as if their entire destiny has been engraved on the sky. It's sad and ridiculous. Everything is just a ridiculous rehearsal, but they believe it." Aiwanach mocked. The ground smiled.

He likes this feeling of watching, being in it, but always keeping a distance. The mystery and solemnity of Taraxlan fascinated him, not because of the city's power or majesty, but because of its complexity. He is good at observation and can see through these complex appearances to see something deeper, the subtle imbalance and fragility buried deep behind order and ritual.

He knew that no matter how magnificent a city or ancient civilization was, they could not truly escape the fate of collapse. For him, all grandeur and solemnity will eventually turn into dust.

This wisdom and insight made him extremely lonely, and also kept him away from other red dragons. In his opinion, his compatriots were stupid, arrogant, and had inexplicable pride. He doesn't like this, he doesn't like chasing power or the thrill of fighting. He likes to stand in a dark corner, observe quietly, and get the fun he needs.

He stared into the distance, watching a group of skink lizards performing some kind of ancient ritual. The chanting sounds floated in the wind with a strange rhythm. A sneer flashed in his eyes. He had seen this scene too many times and it was nothing new.

"Let the game continue."

He whispered to himself, as if he were a mysterious chess player watching the chess game, neither eager to make a move nor caring about the result. To him, Taraxlan, and indeed the entire world, was just a wave in the long river of time. And he is the red dragon who watches from a distance and is not involved, always lingering on the edge, always watching with a cold eye.

"idiot."

Ashdalon turned to look at Caleder beside him, his lips moved slightly, and his whisper was as soft as the wind blowing through dead leaves and was inaudible. Idiot was his evaluation of Aiwanach.

"Always hiding in the dark, thinking that I am the only spectator of this drama."

Caleder's eyes lightly glanced at Aiwanach, with a meaningful smile on his lips. She whispered, as if speaking to herself, but also as if she was responding to Ashdalon's unabashed ridicule.

"He always just watches and never takes action. He thinks he is superior to others, as if the world is a stage prepared for him. But the truth is..." Ashdalon sneered, flicking his tail slightly, and his red scales flashed in the sunlight. There was a dark red light underneath. His eyes were full of disdain and ridicule, and his voice was low with an unconcealable contempt.

"A lonely spectator can never truly participate in it. Maybe he can see more clearly than us? But he is also isolated from the world." Carledale nodded and took over.

"Are you talking about that fool?" Scarandir leaned over and asked in a low voice.

Ashdaron and Calledel said nothing, and then they and Skarandil sneered.

"This is a place beyond my imagination!" Finally, Kudnos broke the silence, his golden eyes flashing with complex emotions, his usual arrogance was challenged when facing this city.

"Those lizardmen... especially those toads, they can be so respected." "Majestic" Skulex whispered, with uncontrollable admiration and desire in his tone.

Not all red dragons are like Avanach, immersed in the world they created for themselves. They were thinking and exchanging silent glances with each other. Although they were proud, after witnessing the exquisite culture and unfathomable wealth and power of the lizardmen, they began to have new expectations for themselves in their hearts.

"We used to think that we were one of the most powerful creatures in the world, but every stone and every leaf here reveals an ancient power, a power... we have never seen before!" Modax said loudly, his eyes wandering on the pyramids in the distance, and his mind was recalling the scenes he had seen in the past two days. (End of this chapter)