Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

"What do you... think? Or, what are you good at?"

After arranging the reinforcement, Dacus turned his attention to Umatadan. He was ready to draw the prize, and he had always been curious about Umatadan's ability. As he spoke, he pointed his finger at his head, allowing Umatadan to read the picture in his mind through telepathy. Now he has learned how to communicate with the Slans with the greatest efficiency.

Umatadan's huge body rose and fell, sighed, and then shook his head.

Dacus also sighed, with a bored expression on his face. He stirred the pool water with his hands, and then covered his face with his hands covered with pool water and rubbed them.

The picture he just showed to Umatadan was very sci-fi, with a faint silver light on the metal wall, various precision instruments on the experimental table, and transparent liquid flowing slowly between the pipes. The whole laboratory was illuminated by lights, and bright blue-white light sources evenly fell from the energy nodes on the ceiling, reflecting on various culture chambers.

Unformed Slan floated quietly in the incubator. These toads found from all over Lustria were soaked in green nutrient solution, and tubes were inserted into their skin to maintain the basic needs of life. Various data indicators flashed on the cabin wall. Umatadan's eyes swept over these Slan larvae suspended in the nutrient solution, calmly and accurately analyzing each data point.

Umatadan reached out to touch the virtual terminal, and with a few gentle waves of his fingers, a holographic screen immediately popped up in the air, showing a complex genetic map and evolutionary path. He squinted his eyes slightly, concentrating on adjusting the data, weaving a huge biological code network.

On the screen, the outlines of the Slan's spine, skull, limbs and other structures were constantly corrected, optimizing the original design to create a more efficient and powerful life form.

In the laboratory, the quiet machines were running in an orderly manner. There was a huge incubator in the corner, in which an almost formed Slan floated. His eyes were closed, and his skin was covered with complex lines. With the surging of the nutrient solution, the creature seemed to be entering the final stage of metamorphosis.

Umatadan stood in front of the incubator, looking down at the Shilan in the incubator. He touched the console with his hand and entered several sets of commands. The indicator light above the incubator began to flash rapidly, the flow rate of the nutrient solution increased significantly, and the Shilan in the incubator slowly opened his eyes.

A new Shilan was born!

A sixth-generation beggar version of Shilan was born!

As a result... reality gave Daquus a hard blow, and a ruthless big slap hit him hard in the face, making him dizzy. Umatadan, who read the picture in his mind, obviously understood what he meant and responded to him in disappointment.

The lottery failed, and the five million that he had never had flew away like a cooked duck.

"What can you do?" Daquus asked after sighing again.

What he needs now is the construction of the incubator and the Shilan creation technology. As long as these two technologies are re-lit, the lizardmen will usher in a real revival. Unfortunately, the incubator has not been seen. Now, the Umatadan he has high hopes for is not as powerful as he imagined.

But soon, his eyes lit up, even brighter than Malekith's orange eyes. At that moment, an unprecedented smile appeared on his face, his slightly bitter expression was swept away, and the whole person glowed with a radiant temperament.

The surrounding Shilans were no longer as calm as before. Their eyes widened and they were surprised. They didn't expect that Umatadan had such a skill. At the same time, they also understood themselves better.

It was still the scene and the laboratory just now, but there were some subtle changes in the details. In addition to Umatadan, there was another Shilan in the laboratory. Of course, this Shilan was not in the incubator, but was guiding Umatadan beside him.

Under the guidance of this Shilan, Umatadan touched the console with his hand and entered several sets of instructions. The indicator light above the incubator began to flash rapidly, the flow rate of the nutrient solution was significantly accelerated, and the huge Shilan in the incubator slowly opened his eyes.

There was wisdom in those eyes!

"Master Kroka!"

Darkus's mood changed from disappointment to excitement and then to ecstasy. It seems that Master Wu's identity is not ordinary, more mysterious than he thought before, and he actually met Kroka. And Master Ke also far exceeded his cognition, but when he reacted, he was immediately extinguished by Master Ma's words.

No need to guess, Master Ma's words are equivalent to a hammer. He also saw Kroka's normal form for the first time in this way. There is no difference between it and other Shilan, but the point is not here. The point is to stay, just like you need experience to work, then you go to work to gain experience.

And Master Wu's positioning is more like a senior R\u0026D personnel in a research institute? He can use the device, operate it, and know a certain process. But he just doesn't master the core, and can only provide help to Master Ke, who is the chief engineer, and help him.

Darkus paced in the pool, thinking.

The toad selected by the ancient sage was re-edited and transformed to become Shilan. In his understanding, this shaping process belongs to biology, but it is only biology. Biology must abide by basic laws and is not so against the will of heaven.

The appearance and body shape of the toad have changed, but it does not have wisdom. He believes that the core should be soul-giving. Is this so-called soul-giving more of a manifestation of magic? Through magic, wisdom is given to the Shilan in the incubator, allowing Shilan to complete the transformation from toad to Shilan.

Soon, he had another idea. He had talked about this with Master Ma a long time ago. Master Ma told him very clearly that if he did not remember what happened when he was born, that memory was like being erased, and he could not find it no matter how he searched. Now, he thinks that this may be the first generation of Shilan, according to the level and functional positioning of the newly born Shilan, more or less, through the form of magic, to extract part of his soul to nourish the newly born Shilan and give Shilan wisdom.

Even the youngest Shilan has a lifespan of more than 6,500 years. The number of Shilan is slowly decreasing, but there is no new population born to fill the gap, and no new Shilan to take over the legacy of the previous generation. This means that Shilan has become a slowly dying race and is facing the risk of extinction.

More than half of the Shilan died in the Chaos-induced invasion, including all the first generation, the smartest and most powerful Shilan, and the only ones with direct contact with the Ancient Saints. In the years that followed, many other Shilan also died in violent conflicts, causing irreparable losses.

Now, although he still cannot give birth to new Shilan, he sees hope, and hope represents a lot. He knows that the path he took before is right, and he also knows how to proceed next.

"In two years, I will leave the continent of Lustria." After a moment, Dakuus told the Shilan that he was going to leave again. When he finished speaking, he saw the eyes of Master Ma, Master A, Master Xia and Master Hua, which were puzzled and reluctant. He smiled and said, "Don't be like this, this is also part of the big plan."

After speaking, he pointed to Master Wu and Master Hui. He took a deep breath and decided to teach the Shilan and tell them: What is the Happy Planet?

"Some deviations have occurred in the grand plan, um." He pointed at his face and then started the class. "But this is also part of the grand plan. In your opinion, how should we return Kroka to its original state? Necromancer?"

"Hahahaha, how blasphemous is this?! Just kidding." After seeing Slan's reaction, he laughed.

Then, he walked to the pool, rummaged through his robes, and found his pipe. He held up the pipe and gestured to Master Ma. When the tobacco was lit, he sat by the pool and started puffing.

"Necromancer is absolutely not allowed."

Daxus set the tone. Just kidding, Master K is not Nagash, so using necromancy is nothing. What a blasphemy. Necromancer is absolutely not allowed. This is absolutely not allowed in the lizardman society. Slan and others are absolutely opposed to it. The skin lizards will be furious when they hear the news, and he will not do it.

Since necromancy is not allowed, we have to change to another way.

"The two gems I brought back are called Aisha's Tears, which are made from the tears of Aisha, the mother goddess of the elves, but... the power of that lady is very weak now, so... well, not only do we need to revive, but the elves also need to revive. The society of the elves is different from ours. The elves..."

"We... will join the battle!" Master Hui, who has a strange fate with the elves, spoke for the first time. Through telepathy, he already knew what Umaq was going to do.

"No need! Don't have such an idea. This is not part of the big plan!" Daquus refused verbally.

In his cognition, this is an internal matter of the elves. The cooperation between Duruchi and the lizardmen is like the sale of arms and resources. This is a very normal thing. Doesn't Asur also have trade relations with other races?

King of Ulthuan is a process, and the focus is to reshape the various forms of the elves' society and change the current fucked-up situation. If the lizardmen join in, he can launch an attack on Ulthuan now, but this does not solve the problem. Before the attack, Druki needs to be reshaped, and then the new system will replace the old system and shape the elves as a whole. This is the core of King of Ulthuan.

In addition, he can make Finnubar defect, which is his ability and Finnubar's choice. If Finnubar does nothing, then follow the normal way, use cold weapons and magic, and fight the elf civil war in the way of the elves. Druki will beat Asur, and the lizardmen or Zhendan will join the elf civil war, and then things will change.

"I will join in and adjust the big plan. There will be a period of pain. If everything goes well, the elves will usher in a revival after the war. Aisha will become stronger than now, and she will provide help when we hold the ceremony." After Daquus exhaled smoke, he took off the pipe hanging on his mouth and spread his hands.

He found that he was so talented, and this was strung together.

It is not feasible to revive Master K through necromancy. Since that is not possible, then Aisha has to do it. Aisha's tears can heal Master Wu and Master Hui, whose souls have been severely damaged. When Aisha becomes stronger, she can deal with Master K and reshape his body. Then she can call some gods from the sidelines, including Asuryan, Sotek, etc.

He doesn't think there is any other way besides this. He can't ask Tzeentch for help. He thinks Tzeentch will give him a big slap after hearing it.

He had only thought about when to revive Master Ke before, but he had not figured out how to revive Master Ke, lacking a necessary link. Now that link was there, there was hope, and there was a big plan.

Perhaps Master Ke was even more magical than he thought, not only could he create new Shilan, but he could also create an incubation pool?

Then, there was a long silence, the Shilan digested his information, and communicated with each other through telepathy.

"You, you, and you, the three of you, get moving, start searching from the Isthmus, looking for the stone slab."

The matter of reviving Master Ke was too far away for Daquus now, like the moon in the water, the flower in the mirror. He still had to focus on the present. After he arranged for the reinforcement, he always felt that something was missing.

He was going to screen it again. If he still couldn't find it, then the continent of Lustria really disappeared, and he had to focus on the Southland Jungle and Dragon Island. If the Southland Jungle and Dragon Island were also gone... then all hope would be placed on Master Ke.

He selected the generals of Cositep, Silotok and Zetoka. These three Slan were all third-generation Slans who usually guarded Itaza. He did not select the general of Slot. He asked Slot to guard Itaza as the general reserve.

Just as Dakuus was thinking about how to maximize the characteristics of Master Wu, a sudden picture rushed into his mind, as if an irresistible force tore through the barrier of consciousness. His vision suddenly blurred, and a low chanting sound came to his ears, like an ancient whisper.

In this vision, he saw a huge ceremony quietly unfolding, and the scene took place in the astrology room where he was just now. In the center of the pool, a Slan floated there, and the huge body seemed to be connected to the earth, his eyes were closed, and the wrinkles on his face were like the mark of the passage of time.

In this silent picture, the chanting of Slan seemed to appear, echoing in every corner of the astrology room, and the low spell was like waves rolled up by the wind, full of the breath of power. As each spell was uttered, the runes arranged around gradually lit up, flashing a faint blue light. This power gathered with the rise of the pool and gradually condensed into a grand energy field. The air around began to distort, and even reality could not withstand such a powerful force.

Dakuus's perspective rose to the sky with the surge of energy. He saw the strange Morsrib hanging in the night sky, with a dim light and an ominous breath. Every ray of light revealed the energy of corruption and chaos, as if ready to cause a disaster at any time. The skull face on the moon looked down at the earth coldly and indifferently, constantly grinning and mocking.

Shilan's spells became more and more rapid, and his voice became more and more low and solemn, resonating with the entire starry sky. His raised hands were like a bridge connecting heaven and earth. Suddenly, a strong beam of light burst out around the pool, rushing into the sky, intertwined with the brilliance of the evil moon.

The power of magic seemed like an invisible giant hand, trying to distort the orbit of the celestial body and push the evil moon away from its original trajectory. In the night sky, the evil moon, sensing the power of Shilan's magic, began to tremble slightly, and the ancient trajectory was quietly disturbed.

At first, it was just a slight swing, but as Shilan's chanting intensified, the evil moon's shaking became more and more violent, as if it was forcibly pushed away from its original position by an invisible force.

Suddenly, Daquus felt an incredible tearing sensation. As if a long-dormant beast had been awakened, the evil moon was suddenly pushed away from its original orbit. It began to slide at an unnatural speed in the starry sky, and its brilliance became frantic and uneasy. The original green light was stained with a layer of strange red, as if it was soaked in blood.

The transfer of the evil moon was not smooth. The disorder of energy in the sky made the moon struggle in the air, and its trajectory vibrated violently, and it could fall to the ground at any time. The entire night sky was shaken, and the stars were eclipsed. Only the twisted trajectory of the evil moon and the terrible threat it brought were left between heaven and earth.

As the evil moon gradually deviated from its orbit, the ominous power it brought seemed to begin to spread. The surrounding clouds began to twist and roll, and an indescribable sense of oppression filled the air. The stars in the sky gradually dimmed and were swallowed up by this evil force.

Finally, the evil moon was successfully pushed off its orbit by the invisible force and began to move slowly in the starry sky. Its trajectory no longer followed the fixed laws of celestial bodies, but floated aimlessly, like an out-of-control ship, gradually moving away from the gravitational pull of the earth and drifting into the endless void.

Dakuus's eyes were fixed on the figure of the evil moon, and the light of the evil moon gradually dimmed, like a flame that was gradually swallowed by the universe. The movement of the evil moon became slower and slower, almost imperceptibly wandering in the endless darkness. The figure of the evil moon became more and more blurred, as if it was disintegrating in the universe, and finally disappeared completely in the depths of space.

Strangely, he could feel an indescribable sense of weightlessness when he felt the scene, as if the balance of the whole world was shaking with the disappearance of the evil moon. The air around him became thinner, and the starry sky lost that evil presence, but gained a strange silence. The disappearance of the evil moon did not bring peace, but left an uneasy emptiness.

"Wandering Morsrib, right?"

Darkus, who had come to his senses, grumbled in a low voice, clapping his hands, cheering for the picture that had appeared in his mind before. He was amused, but his expression was ferocious, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes moved, searching for Shi Lan in the image.

At this moment, he was very angry, one because the job was not done well, and the other... he wanted to jump over and give the Shilan who did this a big slap. Gradually, as his eyes turned, he found the Shilan, the third generation Shilant Xiztek of Talaxlan.

"No!" (End of this chapter)