Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

"Derux!"

The majestic voice of Dacus hit Drux's nerves like a storm, interrupting all his thoughts. He subconsciously raised his head, and at that moment, he could feel the surrounding eyes focused on him, with curiosity, scrutiny, and even a little jealousy.

He knew that this moment was crucial to him, and he knelt on the ground without any hesitation. He lowered his head, turned his hands over and touched the back of his hands with the bricks, expressing his loyalty and respect for Dacus with the most standard etiquette.

"Stand up." Dacus stretched out the index and middle fingers of his left hand and raised them. Seeing that Drux could not see, he said in a low voice, without reproach, but with a certain expectation.

Drux slowly stood up, with awe of the superior in his eyes, but he was calm. After all, he was one of the few people in Duruqi who had faced the Witch King and the matriarch of the Hell Disaster Family, and he faced them as a storyteller, who needed to keep talking and tell them well.

"You have your own ship and your own route. This is good, very good. You have proved your ability. Do you understand what this means?"

Dreux's thoughts surged like a torrent. He knew that he was standing on the edge of the deck. The opportunity in front of him was like a floating cable. If he grabbed it, he would have a chance to enter a higher circle of power. But at the same time, this could also be a dead end. Once he grabbed it or grabbed it with the wrong strength, this seemingly promising future might cause him to be buried in the sea and return to the arms of Matheran.

"Yes, sir, I understand." His voice was low and firm, but with unconcealable tension and determination.

"Very good." Dacus nodded slightly, his eyes swept over the other admirals and captains again, and then suddenly changed the subject and asked in a cold tone, "What do you understand?"

The elves present knew that this question carried a fatal meaning. If possible, the admirals and captains wanted to smile gloatingly, but there was no if. The participants who followed Dacus around Elsing Alvin showed expressions of watching a good show. Even Chupakoko, who was hiding behind Master Xia's Chengyu and witnessing all this, knew it, but he did not become active, because he could feel that the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became solemn.

Derux felt that everyone's eyes fell on him again, as if they were expecting his answer, and seemed to be waiting for his mistakes. His heartbeat began to accelerate, and sweat quietly flowed down his forehead. He knew that this was not only a challenge to him personally, but that Dacus wanted to take this opportunity to test his insight and judgment of the current situation.

"My lord, you gave me a chance before, not only to prove my loyalty and ability, but also to make me realize that no matter how far I go on this road, any negligence may pull me into the arms of the Lord of the Abyss."

Dakeus, with his hands behind his back, looked down at him, his expression did not change, waiting for him to continue.

"I understand that gaining power means not only honor and status, but also heavy responsibilities. You gave me this opportunity, which seems to be an honor, but in fact it is a test. Any mistake in any decision will make me bear a greater price, and you are kindly observing me, observing whether I am really capable of taking on this responsibility."

Derux paused and looked at Daquus firmly. After returning to Naggaroth, he made up for his lessons and used his limited channels to collect limited information. He knew that the Hand of the Witch King in front of him was different from other Duruchi dignitaries, otherwise he would not have issued him that precious letter of recommendation at that time, which was an opportunity that the Duruchi could not even ask for. He also knew that his answer was not perfect, but he really tried his best.

"Very good, Drux. You didn't let me down." Daquus's eyes showed a barely visible smile, he nodded slowly, and his tone was slightly soft. He looked at the admirals and captains around him and continued, "Today's opportunity is not for one person, but for everyone who is willing to accept the test. Drex understands his path, what about you?"

Everyone looked at each other, obviously they also realized the temptation of Dacus. Dacus was not only testing Drex, but also testing all the believers present. They knew that today's occasion was not just to discuss tasks or assign work, but in Dacus's eyes, everyone was on the verge of a test.

"Whoever can seize the opportunity can get more. And whoever does not seize the opportunity has nothing to regret? Because they will never know what they missed, right? Maybe... the most painful thing is to see that the opportunity cannot be seized."

There was silence in the hall. The admirals and captains did not echo Dacus this time, but lowered their heads and thought in their hearts. They were confused. They could not judge Dacus's logic at all. At this moment... not only at this moment, throughout the meeting, they seemed to see the shadow of Malekith in Dacus.

"Dreux, now... the Order has issued a mission to you. Daxus's voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the hall, and all eyes were focused on Drex again. He continued, with an unquestionable command in his tone, "You will be fully responsible for the construction of the Hailan Hub. This is not only a mission, but also an opportunity to prove yourself."

Drex's heart beat wildly the moment he heard the second half of the sentence. Hailan Hub! That is the core node of Chapeyuto's future development, connecting religion and secularism, symbolizing the intersection of trade, faith and power. He couldn't believe that such an important task fell on his shoulders.

But the next moment, his heart seemed to stop beating, and huge pressure came with it. Building such a hub requires not only manpower, time and technology, but also huge financial support. As a captain who has just emerged, he knows that his family cannot afford such a huge project. His thoughts are spinning rapidly. He knows that everything before is just foreplay. At this moment, he has really come to the crossroads that determines his fate.

"Great incarnation of the sea, I really want to take on this task. This is the opportunity I have dreamed of all my life! But... my financial resources are really limited, and I can't take on such a huge project alone." He knelt on the ground, his eyes anxious and earnest. He chose to tell the truth, and his voice was full of sincere requests and helplessness, as if this heavy responsibility had made him unable to breathe.

"Insufficient financial resources is not a problem. You can go to other captains. The construction task of Hailan Hub cannot be completed by one person. You can assign part of the work and invite others to join. As for how to distribute and how to share the points according to contribution, that is your business, understand?"

Darkus smiled slightly, with a bit of insight and leisure in that smile. He did not show an unexpected expression. He had already foreseen Drex's concerns. He stepped forward, looked down at the captain kneeling at his feet, and said calmly.

Darkus' heartbeat seemed to accelerate again. Darkus' words undoubtedly pointed him in the direction. Although the task is arduous, it is not impossible to complete. He can use the power of other captains to share the burden of the task with them, and distribute points in a fair way. In this way, not only can the task be completed, but also more people's support can be won. Maybe... maybe... countless ideas emerged from his mind at once.

"Praise Matheran, I understand!" Drex bowed his head deeply again, and he had made a decision in his heart.

"This mission is an important step for us to move towards the future. Drex will be responsible for the overall planning. Anyone who wants to participate and contribute can join. The greater the contribution, the greater the reward. Who is willing to join?" Dacus nodded in a magnificent voice.

The captains present raised their heads slightly, and a glimmer flashed in their eyes. Combining what happened before and after, they knew that this was not only an opportunity to gain points, but also a task that could enhance their status and influence. As the arms were raised, whispers and echoes began to sound. Obviously, the minds of the captains had become active.

"Find him." Dacus pointed at Drex, then turned and looked at the sea level in the distance, his eyes became deeper and deeper, "Every drop of water on the ocean, seemingly insignificant, is the key to the surging waves. Sailors may be the smallest existence, but their efforts can accumulate into a force that cannot be ignored. No ship can sail to the end by the captain alone, just as there is no sea without the waves.

Remember! The ocean will never be turbulent only for giant whales. Whether it is the sea or life, unity is strength! Gathering sand into a tower! Only in this way can we truly turn the wind and waves around and reach the other side under the guidance of the Lord of the Abyss. One day, these tiny forces will accumulate and achieve an unparalleled great cause!"

His voice echoed in the air, as if carrying some irresistible power. His eyes still stayed on the boundless sea level, his eyes as deep as the abyss of the sea. His words not only broke the atmosphere of the hall, but also broke the deep-rooted traditional concepts in the hearts of all the Druks present.

The eyes of the Duruchi wandered between each other, their hearts were churning, and many of them showed confused expressions. They thought about what the tradition of Duruchi was? It was the supremacy of individualism, the strong being king, and the endless pursuit of power and power. In their concept, only the strong are worthy of everything, and the weak can only become the object of domination.

However, Dacus's words made these Duruchi fall into deep thought. Gathering a few makes a lot, and unity makes a city. These words should be the opposite of Duruchi culture, but now, from Dacus's mouth, they actually carry unquestionable power and truth.

The captains present all looked at Dulias, Loxia and Hadris standing in front of them. They believed that these three admirals represented the model in Dacus' words. This is how the families behind the three admirals operate, by accumulating tiny forces, gradually expanding their own power, and finally controlling power. Without those seemingly insignificant forces, these three families would not have reached today's heights.

In a moment of silence, Drex frowned. Although he was born in a humble family, he had worked hard to climb to his current position. He understood the true meaning behind Dacus' words better than anyone else. Yes, sailors may be humble, but without them, the captain's dream would not be able to sail far. And those who are at the top of the Druk society have become so powerful through the dedication and accumulation of countless people at the bottom.

"I will gather all the power I can muster to complete this task and live up to your expectations." At this moment, his previous thoughts became more concrete, and he knew that he not only had the opportunity to seize it through Darkus' suggestion At this turning point of fate, it is more likely that you can gather strength in this mission and open up a new path for yourself. He stood up slowly, with firm eyes, and saluted Darkus.

Darkus nodded slightly, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. He believed that it was of great significance to assign the construction of the Hailan Hub to the captains. After all, the significance of the Hailan Hub was there. It was not appropriate for a certain admiral to build it, but it was more suitable for the captains to build it.

It's a bit like building temples and ancestral halls. After the construction is completed, there will be a stone tablet or other things, which are used for recording anyway. The contributors listed above range from the tens of thousands at the front to hundreds of millions to the hundreds of dollars at the back. Regardless of how much they contributed, they are famous anyway. It is just a matter of before and after.

In addition to this meaning, he is also giving an opportunity. He wants neighboring gangs, guilds, etc. to be integrated into the religious group system. Whether the captains can seize the opportunity depends on themselves. As he said just now, there is nothing to regret for not seizing the opportunity. If you can't be a shipowner, you can still be a captain.

I just don’t know who of the names engraved on the monument will still be alive a few centuries later, whose destiny has been changed, and whose name has been erased.

"The construction of the Hailan hub is the second task released by the cult after its establishment. Next... is the third one? Yes, the third one!" Darkus glanced around and thought about the next task. Tasks continue to be assigned.

This time, the atmosphere in the hall did not become more tense because of his instructions, because the captains knew that everything that followed had nothing to do with them. All they could do was listen to the announcement, and they did not even have a seat. Instead of doing this, it is better to think about how to establish a good relationship with Delex, a rising political star, and earn a share of benefits for himself in the construction of Hailan Hub.

"The four spiers next to the Great Temple of Matheran respectively symbolize our rule over the ocean, storms, wealth and faith. They are not only buildings, but also a symbol of our strength." Darkus pointed to the spiers that appeared on the sand table. The low voice echoed around again.

The minaret on the sand table depicts the design of each minaret in detail, a minaret representing a storm, decorated with carvings full of whirlpools and waves; a minaret symbolizing wealth, studded with precious gems and metals; a minaret representing the ocean, filled with Sea beasts and nautical totems; the last spire represents faith, unremarkable, but enshrines the symbols of Marcelan.

He discovered that he was quite talented, or quite capable. He had a bad taste at the beginning, imitating the four towers next to Sophia Cathedral after 1453, purely painting the target first and then shooting.

But he couldn't help but have a tacit understanding with Sereni. After he shared it with Sereni, who didn't understand the idea, Sereni immediately agreed and added the meaning given to the four spiers. Its performance was no less than the meaning of blue curtains in reading comprehension. Before Sereni added, he didn't know that these four spiers could still be given these meanings.

"Each of the four spires has its own symbolic meaning, as well as its own unique craftsmanship and requirements. This is not only a building, but also a material manifestation of our faith and power. As for the specific allocation of work...the Order does not assign it, this is It’s up to you to discuss the open-ended tasks... After discussing it, submit the application to the cult, okay? But my suggestion is, no matter what you contract, prepare the materials first, so as not to delay the construction period. Us looked at the admirals with a serious expression. When he finished speaking, he looked at the captains.

In an atmosphere of solemnity and expectation, the three admirals present bowed their heads and obeyed. In addition to Dulias, Loxia and Hadris, who were facing the sea, had completely understood why Darkos would hold such a meeting at this time, because they saw the spire appearing on the sea level.

Then, with the cooperation of Darkus and Sereni, other locations in the temple area also emerged, but again, the construction of these buildings and facilities has not been implemented, and some are only introductions and meanings.

This meeting had many intentions, one of which was an anticlimax.

He also made the cake, and he promised it in the future.

Later, he will write down the contents of this meeting and the temple area on the notice board at the dock, and the bureaucrat will explain it in detail and convey the instructions. Let the admirals and captains who return later know what happened and what they can do. Don't come back and find that all the cakes have been eaten by the previous people. This is wrong and something will happen.

There is no way, the black box for making rhodolite is still working overtime, and the materials for building the temple area must pass through the black box once before they can be laid. And more importantly, it has not yet reached that point in time. There are only three admirals present, and there are many admirals and captains on their way back to inject the final funds before Ashriel's investment is settled.

After all the admirals have arrived and the great temple in the temple area is built, the real meeting about the navy will be held in the great temple hall under the witness of Marcelan. After the meeting, everyone returned to Naggaroth in a happy atmosphere to witness the great work of Malekith.

To put it bluntly, Malekith in the north was responsible for the purge of the army, and before that, Darkus in the south had to integrate the navy.

A long time ago, he and Malekith had agreed that he would serve as the Grand Admiral of the Duruchi Navy.

And the time between the two meetings was an opportunity for the admirals and captains to compete, which was the so-called court politics that the elves were best at. In addition to competing for projects, exchanging interests, and forming family groups, you can also make some money.

Materials, especially stones, need to be prepared first. The stones must be prepared before the black box is built, and they cannot be prepared now. After the black box is built, construction will start immediately. It will definitely be too late to prepare when you rush over at the last minute. What should I do? I can only remember this time and grit my teeth.

He thinks this is good. The labor dispatch of Aishriel is a part of the machine and cannot be disassembled at will. In Aishriel, the improved Mita corvée system is logical and planned. According to the current efficiency, it takes a lot of effort to coordinate. He will not delay Aishriel's production work because of the construction of the temple area.

During this time, the followers of Maserlan can find something to do, so that they will not be idle during their stay in Chapeyuto. In addition, it can also allow the intelligence departments of Wettier and Ryan to practice their skills and conduct personnel investigations. This period of time is the best time to exercise. He can also eat melons during this time and get to know these admirals. In this process involving various things, it is the best time and way to get to know a person.

"In addition to engineering, the cult also needs some excellent believers." After he finished speaking, he looked back and looked at the Pioneer of Despair with its spire exposed. He knew that Dastan was back.

It looked a bit ugly to eat. After the money was paid, the people were paid again, but it was not ugly at all. On the contrary, this was also a piece of cake.

If he said hello to Dastan and asked the high-level spellcaster of the Cold Eyes Family to come to the cult to serve as the high-level priest of the Storm Weaver, not only Dastan would be willing, but also the sorceress who had fought side by side with him more than once. (End of this chapter)