Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Dakeus rode on the back of the big guy, chewing raisins slowly and swayingly as he walked at the front of the army. The big guy's strong and powerful hind legs stepped on the hard ground, raising a cloud of dust with every step, filling the air with a suppressed and murderous atmosphere. Behind him was the elite army that he carefully built and led personally.

The neat queues continued endlessly, and the Duruchi warriors were dressed in black armor, arranged neatly, solemn and steady, dense and full of majesty, and various flags fluttered in the wind. The gorgeous flags were painted with powerful and ancient emblems, symbolizing the glory and history of their respective families. The flags fluttered, accompanied by the sound of the wind, declaring their unshakable power, showing a strong sense of oppression.

Further ahead, the battle flags held high by the lizardmen were particularly conspicuous, and the battle flags symbolized the supreme glory of Umaq. The patterns blessed by the Slan gave the lizardmen warriors infinite power. Their armor and skin shone in the sun, as if integrated with the surrounding earth, full of wildness and ancient power.

On both wings, the following Aslai and Enil were not to be outdone. They held high the flags of their respective families, each flag representing a long bloodline and glorious history. The family emblem, symbolizing the nobility and responsibility passed down from generation to generation, shone brightly under the sunlight.

On this vast plain, the army seemed to be connected with the world. The waving of flags, the collision of armor, and the whistling of wind intertwined into a picture full of solemnity and solemnity. Whether it was the coldness of Duruchi, the wildness of the lizardmen, or the elegance of Aslai and Enil, every warrior showed his own uniqueness in this army, forming a powerful and diverse army under Daquus.

The army lacked red dragons, and they stayed in Potos. While coveting wealth that did not belong to them, they occasionally COS dragons and performed dragon legends, adding a different color to the great machine that kept running.

Daxus' eyes were sharp as knives, and he stared at the distance, at the Twilight Fortress in the distance, at the Asur army nearby, and his ears seemed to echo "Battle of Kerak Alt 4". But he was not riding a horse, nor did he wear a silver patterned mask because of leprosy.

On the other side was the formation of the Asur army, with various light-colored battle flags fluttering in the wind, and every soldier stood straight, solemn and firm. Their armor and weapons reflected the sunlight in the distance, like an insurmountable barrier.

The most eye-catching was one of the most elite troops of the Twilight Fortress: "Trident Bearers". This legion consisted of 120 Asur nobles, all of whom were experienced in battles, symbolizing the glory and power of the Asur, and symbolizing the dedication and worship of Maselan. They wore sleeveless Itherama silver armor that symbolized their noble status. The armor shone with a cold light, which complemented their firm gaze and fearless posture.

These trident bearers were famous for the weapons in their hands. Their tridents were 1.5 meters long, and the exquisite silver halberd heads reflected a dazzling brilliance in the sun. These tridents were not only weapons, but also a ritualized symbol, indicating that they were the most deterrent existence among the marines.

The formation of the entire army was compact and orderly. The cavalry and infantry in the distance were on standby, and the tacit understanding between them flowed silently, like a huge war machine.

On this relatively desolate plain, the two armies kept a distance and lined up in opposite directions. The air was filled with a tense atmosphere, quietly waiting for the meeting to begin.

Dakwus and Maranul rode the cold lizard side by side to the center of the battlefield, while Flanais followed closely behind, holding the banner of the Hell's Disaster Family high. Opposite them was Admiral Siglin Sealight, and Finarfin Stardragon who came with her.

When Dacius arrived at the center of the field, he slowly raised his hand, symbolizing the stop and start.

After seeing this gesture, Admiral Siglin Sealight also raised his hand in response, indicating that he accepted Dacius's signal, and the tense atmosphere eased slightly.

"Darkius Hell's Bane." Dacius was the first to break the silence, his voice was low and powerful.

"Maranur Hell's Bane."

"Siglin Sealight, Admiral of Ulthuan." Then, Siglin also responded calmly, her voice was not loud, but it was majestic.

"Finarfin Stardragon."

While introducing, Dacius was also looking at the two Asur not far away.

Finarfin's image was particularly eye-catching, with many jeweled hairpins on his waist-length reddish brown hair. He held a trident in his hand, which flashed coldly in the sun, as if ready to welcome the arrival of the battle at any time. He wore a dragon sword on his waist. This sword was not only a weapon, but also a symbol of family heritage and noble bloodline.

His whole body was covered with exquisite Ithramar silver armor, showing his nobility and strength. Riding under him was an elven warhorse equipped with Ithramar silver horse armor, which shone silver and exuded solemnity and power. A shield was firmly hung on the horse's back, ready for defense at any time.

And Siglin on the side was no less impressive. She wore Ithramar silver armor, showing her noble status and powerful strength as an admiral. Her eyes were calm and firm, and the lines of the armor outlined her figure, which had both the elegance of an elf and the courage and determination of a soldier. She stood side by side with Finarfin, forming an unshakable line of defense, as if any threat would vanish in front of them.

Compared to the fully armed Asur on the opposite side, the two brothers of the Hell's Disaster Family seemed more low-key and simple. Dacus did not choose to wear the dragon armor that symbolized his status. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he only wore his eternal robe. Although it seemed simple, the majesty he exuded still made people dare not underestimate it. His brother Maranul also chose a robe, showing their tacit understanding and trust.

Flanais was also low-key. He did not wear armor or carry a halberd. He just hung the walking barrier on the back of the lizard, as if he only needed the flag and faith in his hand. Although he was not wearing armor, his presence made Finarfin feel a pressure that could not be ignored.

"Where is Belodah?"

After the introduction, Siglin asked impatiently. After asking, her eyes quickly passed Dacus and swept to the army farther away. Soon, she saw an incredible scene.

In the army, there were not only Duruchi, but also some other existences, the expected lizardmen. But what surprised her was the elves in strange costumes, as if they had just walked out of the forest, with a natural breath. And the flags and emblems held high by these elves made her feel a little familiar. She recalled the book of ancient emblems in the family library, which mentioned these symbols, belonging to some long-lost elven families.

"I am on a grand tour, inspecting my territory." This meeting was set up by Belloda, but Dacus directly answered the question irrelevantly.

"Your territory?" Finarfin couldn't help asking.

"Yes, my territory, is there a problem?" Dacus spread his hands and said expressionlessly, paused for a moment, and then continued, "Let me introduce you, the land under your feet is the province of Anureil, the province of Anureil in the Asirel region."

Siglin was surprised by this sudden claim of sovereignty. The Anureil Peninsula should have belonged to Asur. And now, Dacus claimed that this was his territory in such a natural tone, as if this land had never belonged to anyone else.

"Anureil Province? How dare you? This land belongs to Asur. You! How dare you, a Duruchi, claim this sacred land as yours? It does not belong to the dark, and it will never belong to you fallen ones." Unlike Siglin, Finarfin's body shook uncontrollably after hearing Dacreus' words. He was angered by Dacreus' words.

"Asur's? Did I agree? Did the Lizardmen agree? Did you ask the Slann for their opinions? Why didn't the Slann mention this? Can you give me a reasonable explanation? Do you think this is Ulthuan?" Dacreus launched a powerful counterattack.

Finarfin Star Dragon came from the Kingdom of Iris and now calls Anureil Peninsula his home. In Belloda's impression, he is an independent-minded elf who has no scruples when it comes to violating traditional wisdom, but...

Dakeus knows why Finarfin is so angry, and why Finarfin said this.

The name Anureil comes from Anureil Sea Dragon, an Asur explorer who drew the first map of the peninsula. When Asur began to colonize, it was called the "Anureil Peninsula" in his honor.

Out of continuity? Respect? Too lazy to name or get into a mentality, he did not change the name of Anureil Peninsula to something else, but simply changed it to Anureil Province.

After he asked all the questions, Finarfin's body shook even more.

"Where is Belodah?" Siglin pulled Finarfin, who was about to fight back, and continued to ask the question just now.

Dacus shook his head speechlessly, then looked at Flanes on the side, indicating that Flanes should come out.

"She is in Chapeiuto. She is fine, better than you can imagine. She is busy with some very important things and is not in the parade. Let me introduce myself. I am her fiancé, Flanes Takaia."

"This is impossible!" Finarfin was so excited that he almost lost his composure. The trident tightly held in his hand was suddenly raised. The sharp fork blade flashed cold light in the sun, as if ready to stab Dacuus at any time.

"Why are you so excited? Are you secretly in love with Belloda?" Maranul, who had been half-lying on the saddle since the meeting, spoke casually, his mouth corners slightly raised, with a hint of disdain and sarcastic ridicule in his tone.

"You!" Maranul's sarcasm was like a needle piercing Finarfin's heart. His face froze instantly, his expression was a little unnatural, even a little flustered, but more of annoyance. This is indeed the case. For political and personal preferences, he once pursued Belloda, but failed. Belloda rejected him.

"Lies!" Siglin glanced at the agitated Finarfin. In her opinion, Finarfin was not like this on weekdays. He was elegant and could remain calm and face difficulties even when faced with difficult problems. She knew why Finarfin was so excited, and the contrast between before and after was too strong. In order to prevent Finarfin from losing control further, she attracted Drucci's attention to herself.

"Nothing is impossible, dear Ms. Siglin, just like this impossible meeting has really happened. Asul, Druch, are communicating, under the looks of Ainil and Aslay. "Dakeus said while pointing behind him, and then dropped a bombshell, "In addition, as far as I know, you have a very good personal relationship with Finubar. After such a long time, Finubal He didn’t contact you? Asuryan, what is he doing? The Iris family didn’t contact you either?

Siglin's lips trembled slightly, trying to say something, but she was speechless for a moment, and she found that she could not speak a complete sentence. Her brain quickly rummaged through the names and clues, but no matter what, she couldn't match Druch's words with the reality she perceived. Druch's words distorted her common sense, as if weaving a conspiracy that she couldn't understand at all.

"You must have used some dirty and despicable means to make her surrender!" Just as Siegelin was organizing her words, Fenafin spoke.

"Asuryan." Darkus rubbed his face speechlessly.

"Have you been under water for too long? That you have hearing problems? Or have you been under water for too long and damaged your brain?" Maranur pointed out as he sat up again. Finarfin scolded.

"You! I want to be with you..."

"Can you tell me more?" After reacting, Siegelin grabbed Fenafen, who had lost control and was about to start a duel with Druch.

"Of course, just like this bridge, when I was in Ersin Alvin, I hoped Beloda could build a bridge for me to communicate with Finubar. This was also the reason why I visited Twilight three times at that time. The reason for the fortress." Darkus said with a smile, seemingly satisfied with what he was promoting. "It turns out that I succeeded. You actually sent her back to Ulthuan, but what happened next? Something went a little...off?

Yes, deviation! But the results are good. I met Finubar in Athel Loren, and had a friendly talk with him, after which we parted, and he continued his journey to Elshin Arwen, and now he was supposed to be a guest in a dwarven stronghold? Find a way to exchange for the Phoenix Crown? And I'm back. "

"Some... unimaginable..." After hearing what Darkus said, Siegelin frowned slightly, with a somewhat unbelievable look.

"Yes, looking back now, it is indeed a bit unimaginable. Druch, Asul, Aslay, and Enil sat at a table and had a conversation under the witness of the lizard man and the forest spirit." Keus added with a smile, his tone was a little sad.

"No wonder." Sieglin narrowed her eyes and carefully considered Darkus's words. Then, there was a hint of understanding in her tone, "Your words explain why Serafion suddenly went to Elsin. Alvin.”

Darkus smiled and gestured with a thumbs up to show his approval. He likes to interact with smart people that don't take too much effort.

"But I still can't believe it...it's too unbelievable." Siglin still hesitated.

"It's normal, after all, times are changing." Darkus shrugged, his tone was relaxed, but his eyes revealed profound insights, "Someone has to stand up and promote these changes, which is why this meeting was held. ”

"There is a question that bothers me. Why would the Lizardmen allow you... to live in the plains above?"

"Dear Madam Admiral, you have asked the right person this question. The reason is because of me. I have a very good relationship with the lizard people. In a meaning that we can both understand, this continent belongs to me. I have The highest claim to the land.”

"This is impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible, Prince Fenarfin. You are different from other Asur. You understand other species, especially the lizardmen. The garrison of Druchi and the lizardmen is up there, and Chapeiuto is there. There, how do you explain why Druch lives on this plain? Don't you have the "Expedition Records of Belsarius" in your family library?

"I……"

"What is the purpose of this meeting?"

"Finally let's get down to business, the invitation." Darkus's voice contained a calm smile. As he spoke, he took out two amulets from his pocket. The lizard-man style was decorated on the amulets in every detail. The carvings reveal an ancient and mysterious atmosphere. The amulet reflects slightly in the sunlight, as if there is some primitive power surging within it.

"Two years later, the construction of the Marcelan Temple in Chapeiuto will be completed, and there will be a grand ceremony. As believers of the Lord of the Abyss, I hope you can come to participate in person, and these two The talisman is the medium. Don't worry, take it back and study it. These two talismans are one-way activated."

Sieglin looked at each other with Fenarfin, who had calmed down a little, and there was an indescribable weirdness in their eyes. The words of Druchi in front of her were too weird. She could understand every word, but when all the words were put together, they were so inexplicable and unimaginable.

"As the champion of Marcelan, I formally extend the invitation." Darkus added, spreading the hand holding the amulet with a firm tone, as if declaring an irrefutable fact.

"This is impossible!" Fenafin, who had already calmed down, roared again.

Darkus raised his eyebrows, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"Don't you have anything else to say? Since the meeting, how many times have you said this is impossible? Didn't your rhetoric instructor teach you other rhetorical methods?" Maranur asked with a smile. With a hint of teasing.

Compared to Maranur's sarcasm to Finarfin, Darkus's response was more direct, even a little cold. Just as Maranur finished speaking and before Fenarfin could refute, a chill filled the air. The Trident of the Sea, which was originally located in Druchi's formation, suddenly flew into his hand as if controlled by an invisible hand.

Darkus held the trident in his hand, and the air around him became cold as he moved, and even the wind stopped flowing. The icy edge of the trident blended perfectly with his temperament, exuding awe-inspiring majesty, and a strong aura swept over the entire scene.

"Marselan, this is impossible!"

Finarfin felt the irresistible sense of oppression at this moment. The trident he held, which symbolized his reverence for Marcelan, became extremely heavy at this moment. The trident in Darkus's hand was in sharp contrast to the trident in his hand. As a believer in Marcelan, he could feel that the trident pointed directly at him exuded an irresistible divine power, which was destined by fate. The symbol symbolizes the dominance of the ocean, the power of the abyss, and the will of God.

His eyes became complicated, his hands trembled slightly, his original words of counterattack were now suppressed in his throat, and even breathing became difficult. The confrontation between the two is no longer just a contest of weapons, but a direct confrontation of identity, strength, and even destiny. Under the powerful power of Darkus, he realized that this was no longer a situation that he could easily reverse, and his inner pride and belief were even shaken.

"As the champion of Marcelan, this invitation is not a formal courtesy, but a will from God." Darkus' tone was unhurried, with an unquestionable firmness, and the amulet in his hand floated. He stood up and floated towards Sigelin and Fenafin, "You have to activate the talisman before the ceremony begins. The talisman will teleport you to the temple area, so you may need to prepare in advance. As for the specific time, I believe you I know it well.

So...Prince Finarfin, stop looking for the Sunfire Amulet during this time. You can't find it because your direction is wrong. It is not locked in the Dawn Fortress as you think. Of course, it It's not in Druch's hands either, but in... Forget it, let's talk about this again after you come to Chapeiuto. Maybe the goddess Lilith is here too? After all, I have a good relationship with her, maybe she will tell you the answer herself. "

Siegelin tried her best to maintain a calm expression, but after hearing the word Sun Flame Talisman, her body involuntarily tensed up. She looked at Fenafen who was aside. She could feel that Fenafen was obviously more shocked. His eyes were wandering and his spirit was almost broken. The contrast of the Trident was not only physical, but also a spiritual blow to Finarfin, now with the addition of the Sunfire Amulet.

She didn't understand the word "killing and heartbreaking", otherwise she would have sighed.

Her eyes were full of worry and sympathy. She knew that Finarfin had been looking for the Sun Flame Talisman, and not only Finarfin, but also she was also involved. In the beginning, the garrison of Twilight Fortress was mainly composed of warriors from Morville's home kingdom of Yrys. Over time, soldiers from Cosque, Itain and other kingdoms enriched the garrison's manpower resources.

However, the Kingdom of Yris has always maintained that they have historical claims to the Twilight Fortress, which has strained relations with colonists from other kingdoms. In particular, after the Kingdom of Tyranrok cited an ancient charter signed by Balshana and claimed ownership of the peninsula, Belloda was forced to be escorted back to Ulthuan for questioning. Many nobles of the Kingdom of Tyranrok went wrong. Big force.

Coming from the Kingdom of Yris, she not only has to guard the Twilight Fortress and command the navy, but is also responsible for coordinating the work of various factions. However, long-term rumors about the true fate of the Sun Flame Amulet have further exacerbated her coordination work.

After conducting countless dive missions to search for shipwrecks, the Sunfire Amulet has become an obsession in Finarfin's heart. Finarfin told her more than once that the lost amulet was actually a copy of the original amulet, and the real Sunfire Amulet was locked in the Dawn Fortress.

Beyond Finarfin's judgment, the search for answers fueled distrust among the factions. Due to their closeness and connection to Morville, the Twilight Keep and the Dawn Keep have become popular targets for conspiracy theorists, but she also knows that the Sunfire Amulet is indeed not in the Twilight Keep. Sometimes, she wants to know why her counterparts in the Southland So cautious, maybe... the answer will be revealed soon?

But Darkus didn't give her more time to think. The talisman was so close that she could reach out and grab it, as if urging her to make a decision. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

"The fate of you two may be more complicated than you think. Accepting this invitation may not only be for the glory of Marcelan, but also for your own future." Darkus's voice was still calm, but every time Every word was like a cold alarm bell striking in the hearts of the two Marcelan believers.

"Of course, you can also do other things. When the time comes, all the Black Arks will gather in Chapeiuto. You can prepare now and assemble all the fleets of Ulthuan. Can we have a fight? I don't Objection. But I don’t think this is what Marcelan wants to see, Holy Soul Reef will cry.” Then he threw another bombshell, he took out the amulet from his chest and raised it.

Siglin's eyes narrowed slightly, and for a moment, she seemed to see the huge conspiracy that Dacus was weaving. Memories came to her mind, and she couldn't help but think of the Day of Blood. She participated in that battle, and she woke up from nightmares more than once. She can still clearly recall the blood-stained ocean, the broken warships, and the final struggles of the warriors.

Now, Dacus's words seem to be reproducing a variation of that history.

"I know what you are worried about, Ms. Siglin. Actually... there is no need to go around in such a big circle. I will tell you a secret that is not a secret. Twilight Fortress is built on a spiritual vein node, and it is the southernmost spiritual vein node of Lustria continent. It is very important.

There is a double helix building in the center of the fortress cave port. Ordinary soldiers may think that it is just a spiral staircase leading to the ground fortress. But as the manager of Twilight Fortress, you should know very well what it is for. Before you built Twilight Fortress, the lizardmen used double helix devices to change the weather to prevent the dimensional stone dust typhoon from causing serious damage. After you came, the lizardmen were satisfied with you maintaining the device.

If... I want to do something to Twilight Fortress, I won't even launch an attack, but directly control it remotely and blow up the device. Can you imagine what will happen? Twilight Fortress, you, and the ship will be destroyed, so there is no need to go around in such a big circle.

Also, you can fight if you want. Yes, but don't fight in the waters of Lustria, let alone in Chapeiuto. Let me tell you another secret that is not a secret. Chapeiuto not only has the Duruchi Fleet, but also the Storm Weaver Cult led by "Daughter of the Sea" Serene. She is the daughter of Maslan and a demigod. In addition... there is an active second-generation Slann Magic Priest. Don't let the Holy Soul Reef cry. "

"Are you threatening?"

"No, on the contrary... I am sincere. The choice is in your hands. I, Dacus Hell's Disaster, swear to Maslan that I will guarantee your safety in Chapeiuto. In this grand event, you will be protected by me. Serene and I, the daughter of the sea, will personally welcome you. This is not only loyalty to faith, but also a commitment to your life. No one will hurt you. Maslan and I will ensure this. You can pray to Maslan, and I believe Maslan will respond to you. "

Siglin's face remained calm, but her heart was turbulent. The power in Dacus' words seemed to come not only from his own majesty, but also from a deep sense of protection, as if there was an invisible blessing from Matheran behind him, which shocked her heart.

She couldn't help but turn slightly and glanced at Finarfin standing beside her again, but Finarfin couldn't give her any advice. Finarfin was still trying to digest these sudden facts and changes, with a vague unwillingness and confusion on his face.

She sighed silently, then reached out and gently grabbed the amulet floating beside her.

"Okay, the purpose of the meeting has been achieved. I'm sorry, Ms. Siglin, I can't give you a hug from a friend. As far as I know, Twilight Fortress is a combination of multiple forces. Our meeting time is a bit long. This is not good enough. Why don't we stop here? If you have anything to say, let's talk in Chapeiuto?" Dacus said, raising his hand again.

The meeting participants turned their horses around, and the Dacus brothers slowly left. Flanais, holding the flag of the Hell's Disaster Family, said nothing, raised the flag high, and followed the two brothers out of the meeting area. At the same time, Siglin also gently kicked the horse's belly, and Finarfin followed her silently.

"Do you think they will come?" Dacus suddenly asked when he was about to return to the army.

"Maybe Finarfin won't? But Siglin will definitely! But after you mentioned the Sunfire Amulet, I am absolutely sure that they will both come." Maranul shrugged.

"What about you?" Dacus looked at Frannes beside him again.

"They will all come, and they will come very early. They will be more eager than us to complete the Great Temple of Maserlan. These two years will be the longest and most painful two years for them, and they will often stand in front of the Slann device to think."

"Hahaha... humor!" Dacus was amused by Frannes' words. (End of this chapter)