Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

"Dance of Loik, my uncle, you mean... Clarkalond was raided by Asur cavalry? Clarkalond was raided by Asur cavalry?"

Malanur was still a little confused when he confirmed it, so he asked twice, and then he turned his eyes to his brother who was also surprised.

"Yes, a group of plunderers from the Kingdom of Arion..."

Darkus listened to what happened and turned his head to look at the fleet again. This fleet that set out from Clarkalond to Chapeyuto was very strange, as if it had experienced a war.

There were traces of burnt mottles on the sails, and the edges were torn into irregular blackened cracks by the flames. Some sails were even spliced ​​with various sewing products, looking shabby and dilapidated. There were obvious traces of battle scattered on the hull, and even some arrows that had not been completely pulled out could be seen. The depth of the arrows piercing into the board showed the enemy's precision and sharpness. The sides of several ships were patched up with rough planks and nails, and there were cracks on the side rails and deck pillars, which were obviously caused by the impact of the explosion.

At first, he thought he was intercepted by the Asur fleet on the way here, but...

"Did you encounter the Asur fleet when you came?" After listening to his uncle Hoha's story, Dacuus asked a question. There was no hidden anger and confusion in his tone, and his eyes did not become cold. On the contrary, his tone was very calm.

He didn't care much about the raid on Clarkalond. The term raid had defined everything. Clarkalond's city defense system was there, and Duruchi's intelligence system was there. Once the Asur garrison in Anaheim began to mobilize, Clarkalond would receive the news as soon as possible to deploy defenses and intercept. Asur launched an attack from Ulthuan, and Duruchi would also receive intelligence and make advance preparations.

The most valuable target of Clarkalond is the manor outside the city. Although there are troops stationed and patrolling on weekdays, it is enough for Duruchi to drink a pot if he sneaks in and sets a few fires. Of course, this was before, before Dacus made his debut.

In addition to the manor, there is a shipyard on the north bank of the Red Poison River, which is the core of Clarkalond. When he was in Naggaroth before, he also advocated upgrading the defense system there. After Newker's adjustment, the raid was purely overthinking. Let's not talk about the iron chain chain. Let's go into the sea of ​​​​evil first. Even if we land on the west coast of Naggaroth and cross the mountains to launch an attack, it won't work. The city defense system on the north bank is designed to resist large-scale attacks.

"No, there are only some scattered ships that are not worth the climate. They linger on the sea level and dare not approach. My lover controlled the raider to raid. After burning two ships, the remaining ships turned around and ran away." Hoha smiled contemptuously when he said it.

Hohar Hellbane, the uncle of Dacus, Colonia and Maranur in terms of seniority, is an excellent captain, proficient in navigation and combat, and is now in charge of commanding the fleet traveling between Lustria and Naggaroth.

Dacus smiled and nodded. As he got to know this world better, he found that some things were difficult to evaluate and define.

The Oxford Dictionary defines pirates as: acts of robbery, kidnapping or violence at or from the sea without legal authority, especially acts of robbery, kidnapping or violence committed by one ship against another.

But at a certain period, the situation was complicated, such as the Mediterranean in the Middle Ages. If the victim was a political or religious enemy or the motive was not purely for the spoils of war, how should such behavior be defined? Not pirates? But pirates did what they did.

Religions came and went, and means such as returning property, privateering licenses, and legal retaliatory seizures of goods emerged in an endless stream. Lords hired pirates as free navies to protect their waters, and even offered promises of privateering licenses.

Piracy was also an important and encouraged economic activity in that era. The economy of some places depended on pirates. In 1311, pirates even solved the famine in Barcelona. In the last tearful moment when the Eastern Roman Empire was left with only the castle, the Gattilusi family helped the empire to ensure the fragile Mediterranean connection. When the Eastern Roman Empire fell, the family survived for a while.

It is difficult to tell which ones are illegal and which ones are legal.

This world is the same. By the conservative standards of other Asurs, the sailors from Cosqui are undoubtedly barbaric. Compared with normal sailing, they prefer exciting plundering. They even prefer to label themselves as pirates abroad.

In human terms, when Cosqui sailors sail in Ulthuan, they are sailors and soldiers, without the label of pirates. Once out of Ulthuan, except for the Asur compatriots who don’t rob, the others... hehehe!

『Cosqui Dragon』Tyrion is not only good at fighting and commanding, but also because he lived a tight life when he was a child, he can manage money! His father and brother always thought he was the least intelligent of the family, but the truth was that he was much smarter than them in many things. He could do things well if he set his mind to it, and he learned to make money easily, just as he learned to use weapons easily.

Because in his time, the two were closely related...

He had a friend named Lucius, whose family traded silk and spices with Zhendan, so much so that Lucius liked to wear a flowing robe with large sleeves like a wizard's robe worn by the upper nobles of Zhendan.

Of course, he was poor. Not to mention the ship and the start-up capital, his father still owed Marin more than a thousand gold dragons. Although he was poor, he had a sword, and force was better than hard work. And besides Lucius, he had other friends, and he had many friends. He and his friends went out to sea and raided the ships of Duruchi, making a small fortune.

He invested the money in some very successful trade voyages and bought some land, which he rented to human merchants in Lothern at a high price.

Having tasted the sweetness, he began to become unstoppable and continued to make wealth through piracy and formal trade. During the year 2280 of the Imperial Calendar, he was one of the shareholders of several merchant ships and shared the profits of all voyages. After revitalizing the family, he lost interest in making wealth and entrusted the management rights to the steward recruited from the Emerald Sea Family.

But his father soon squandered the wealth he earned and spent it all on repairing the dragon armor. When Duruchi invaded Ulthuan, he wore the repaired dragon armor. Maybe if he didn't work hard to make money, he wouldn't wear the dragon armor?

"Personal behavior." Dacus defined the raid on Clarkarond and the Asur ships that appeared on the sea level.

"What a bunch of idiots. It was the harvest season. They should have burned the manor outside the city instead of raiding the newly built shipyard on the south bank of the Red Poison River."

"If it were you, what would you choose?" Dacus turned his head and looked at Cowell with a playful expression.

"I would also choose to raid the shipyard." Cowell said while spreading his hands, and the Attila jacket draped over his shoulders fluttered in the wind, which was extremely showy.

A burst of laughter sounded on the dock, and the atmosphere instantly relaxed a little.

"My uncle, is this your flagship?" Dacus looked at Cowell's appearance, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he couldn't help shaking his head. Then he looked at Hoha and pointed to the ship anchored in the distance and asked.

"Yes, the pride of Clarkalond!"

Darkus was a little speechless. When he returned to Clarkalond last time, the ship that ranked second in the race was also the pride of Clarkalond and the symbol of Duruchi. But the ship in front of him now is obviously different from the ones he has seen before. It is a full-sail ship, a fast sailing ship, all steel, with three masts and oblique sails.

"85 meters long, 11 meters wide, displacement of 1,200 tons, sail area of ​​2,630 square meters, speed of 18 knots, can carry 40 Reaper ballistae, if it is a single-sided battle, 60 ballistae can be deployed, and the other 20 are used as replacements."

After hearing the data reported by Hoha, Darkus nodded. Duruchi's ship does not have fixed-position artillery. The firepower projection is all ballistae that can hit the hull and make a big hole. The main feature is flexibility, and the first wave of firepower is fierce.

This pride of Clarkalond is shorter than a regular plunderer, but the hull is made of all steel. It is obvious that the sorceresses have made great efforts and used pious magic to make it. If I am not mistaken, his dear clan mother should also be involved. After all, this ship was designed according to his specific requirements. He found the slate of the storm wheel in Juitex.

Modern main battle tanks have firepower, defense, and speed. There is no rat, and there is no small car to resist cannons. The same is true for ships, especially combat ships, which must have speed, firepower, defense, steering, etc. There is a saying that it is difficult to turn a big ship. With the storm wheel, there is no need to design the hull so long that it is difficult to turn. With the storm wheel, there is naturally speed, and there is no need to lengthen the hull and increase the sail area by increasing the five-mast sail to increase the speed.

After installing the storm wheel, this all-steel fast sailing ship... seems to be endowed with a soul? Like a giant beast ready to go?

The storm wheel not only increases the speed of the ship, but also gives the ship unprecedented flexibility. The storm wheel allows the ship to turn as nimbly as a predatory bird. Whether in a narrow fjord or on the open sea, whether there is wind or not, it can quickly adjust its direction, avoid the encirclement of enemy ships, or quickly drive to the designated position to intercept the target?

He couldn't say for sure. This required actual testing. He couldn't figure it out. He really couldn't figure it out. He was not a computer and could not simulate it.

"After the goods are delivered, install them. After installation, test them. At the same time, select a conventional plunder ship to install them for comparison." Dacus made the following deployment.

What he didn't know was that Kelly was aiming at this ship with the crossbow. He also didn't know that the crossbow with magic arrows was directly confiscated by Annasara after it was shot out. And Kelly's judgment was correct. The ship was indeed full of cargo, so it looked very deep. But the cargo had no so-called value. It was all slag produced by the Nagor steel mill, which was transported to Asheril to pave the national highway...

After chatting and laughing for a while, he looked at the sea level in the distance, but he could not see anything. His vision was blocked.

In the year 2512 of the Imperial Calendar, the Black Ark Shadow Tide from Karl Kalond, commanded by Admiral Quilin Uryu, launched a surprise attack on Lustria, but was defeated by the Lizardmen army led by Marshal Ku. Then the Black Ark was dragged ashore and stranded by Slann's magic. Skinks, Giant Lizards and Salamanders boarded the ship. Although the Duruchi used the Reaper Ballista to fight back, they soon quieted down under the fire attack of the Salamanders, leaving only the screams of the burned Duruchi.

After the battle, no Druki survived. The burned and destroyed black ark still had a part of its hull left standing abruptly in the mud, reminding those who dared to enter Lustria of their fate.

Now, with the appearance of Daquus, something has subtly changed.

Outside the breakwater, the black ark Shadow Tide was quietly moored, its hull towering like a shadow, oppressing everything on the dock. The dock was bustling with people, Druki sailors and labor dispatchers were busy unloading goods, and the whole area was occupied by a busy rhythm. The steam-driven train pulled the flatbed carriages full of goods into the breakwater, which were piled with grain, thick cotton bales, wool, sealed cans and live cattle tied tightly with ropes.

The cotton bales were stacked on the conveyor belt, and the grain bags were piled up like mountains, forming neat stacks. Dozens of labor dispatches lined up in a row, their skin tanned by the hot sun, sweat flowing, but they dared not stop at all. Under the close supervision of the soldiers, they tirelessly shook the hand-cranked conveyor device, making the huge conveyor belt rotate slowly, and smoothly conveying boxes of materials to the Black Ark.

The bureaucrats stood at the end of the conveyor belt, that is, on the Black Ark, counting the goods. After confirming that everything was correct, the sailors and labor dispatches either untied the ropes tied to the live cattle, drove them away, or neatly moved the goods to the carriage. When the carriage was full, the horses would move along the temporary track and deliver the transported goods to the lower storage area of ​​the Black Ark.

Based on the principle of coming here, Dacus asked to fill it as much as possible, because there would be no such good opportunity next time.

The outer side of the breakwater was designed to be very long, which could berth a large and a small Black Ark. Of course, the arrival of the Nagor was another matter.

Parked next to the Shadow Tide is Admiral Moran Darkthorn's Ultimate Oblivion, which Daxus had seen when he returned to Karl Karond after the Haxie Trial, and the second time was in Nagarond during the Battle of Gorond. Although this black ark is small, it is an old one, dating back to the moment when the sky collapsed and the earth split.

The farther away, the more amazing it is. My goodness, there are only black arks.

The Vicious Temple of the Hell Disaster Family, the Desperate Pioneer of the Cold Eye Family, the Domination Claw of the Godrich Family, and the Soul Claw of the Mogar Family, these four black arks of different sizes belong to the Karl Karond faction.

The Forgotten Tower of the Riel family, which is the family of Karl Kalond, the Tower of the Blessed Evil Party of the Fallen Heart family, and the Painful Omen of Lanis Night Demon, but that was all in the past. Lanis was killed, and then the Painful Omen was redeemed by Karl Kalond at a high price, and is now commanded by Admiral Kruvo Bloodsworn.     Including the Shadow Tide and the Ultimate Forgotten parked outside the breakwater, Karl Kalond's faction has a total of five black arks.

It looks like a lot, but it's not much... There are more than these nine ships in the waters outside Chapeyuto, and there are only two factions. There are others.

The Cursed Fortress of Female Admiral Draene Coldblood, the Desolate City of Admiral Elaine Desolation, and the Annihilation Tower of Admiral Randall Last Whisper are from the Nagarond faction.

The Fortress of Eternal Terror of the Hag Graves Valahar family and the Endless Indulgence of Admiral Orax Soul Eater belong to the Hag Graves faction. The Endless Indulgence is the newly launched one, which is the one that Clarkalond had been building before, and was bought by the Hag Graves faction as a supplement.

Adding them together, there are a total of fourteen ships, like a moving dark city, which can be put together to form a large Duruchi city that surpasses Nagarond, surrounding Chapeyuto completely. The water surface is covered by the shadow of the ark, as if it is oppressive and cold by the torn night.

Moving is like walking on the Huarong Road, you have to move the inside out first, and then let the outside in for supplies. Not to mention the sight, Daquus stood on the dock and couldn't see anything.

Of course, the black arks of Duruchi are not all concentrated in Chapeyuto, there is also the Nagor moored in Clarkalond and the one under construction. In addition to these, there is also the Blood of Cain controlled by Har Gansi.

Daquus stood at the dock, staring at the sparkling water, his mind full of thoughts. Suddenly, the surrounding noise gradually died down, as if everything was still at this moment. He raised his head slightly, glanced behind him, and he knew why his companions around him turned their eyes away and stopped communicating.

Three figures in the distance gradually approached, and Siglin and Finarfin, accompanied by Belloda, slowly walked towards him. He didn't expect the two to arrive so quickly, and after seeing the expressions of the two, a smile suddenly broke out on his face.

The Duruchis stared at Siglin and Finarfin, trying to capture any possible threats from Asur's expression, and killed them on the spot as a matter of course, or observed with a vigilant and cautious look. And the Enil and Aslais on the side watched with an attitude of eating melons and watching fun, looking forward to what will happen next.

Although Siglin and Finarfin walked with firm steps, not wanting to behave inappropriately in front of the Druki, their faces looked extremely gloomy, as if they were shrouded by the shadows of the black arks and the Druki anchored around them.

Siglin raised his head and glanced around, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes, as if he could feel the uneasiness in the air. As the admiral of Asul, she has been fighting for many years and has experienced countless dangers and battles, but now standing in Druch's territory, she can't get rid of a sense of oppression in her heart.

"It's more here than I thought..." she whispered to Fenarfin, with a hint of uneasiness and solemnity in her tone. Observing behemoths from a distance and facing them at close range are two completely different feelings. The black arks blocking the sea line in the distance are like huge shadows, moored quietly on the sea, as if they are peeping silently. Her every move.

"This feeling is really uncomfortable. We must always be vigilant. We have taken some risks. I can't imagine what will happen next. Will he really care about his oath? Or..." Fenafin nodded slightly, his eyes alert. Sweeping past the moored ships, he held the trident in his hand tighter. The ships parked here were beyond his imagination, and he also knew that this was only part of it, and there was another part swimming on the sea, protecting the black ark.

Belloda, who heard the conversation from the side, shrugged and had no idea of ​​what to say. At first, she thought that Sieglin and Finarfin would not come at all, but just as Darkus vowed, they actually came.

On the way from the temple area, she talked and comforted Sigelin and Finafen more than once, but it seemed... just like she thought, it had no effect. She understood this feeling all too well, and her reaction at the time was no better than the two of them. After all, this was the territory of Druchi and the Lizardmen, and she had not faced such an exaggerated scene at the time.

"Druqi has gathered all the sea people here. Do you think...are they possibly preparing to launch an attack on Ulthuan?" Siglin's mood became heavier. She raised her head to look at Drukqi in the distance. His eyes were like daggers, showing scrutiny and vigilance, which made her feel a chill. She knew that as Asul, every step she took was under the watchful eyes of these Druchi, and a little carelessness might cause conflicts. She couldn't help but ask, doubts lingering in her heart.

"should?"

"Storm of Marcelan, can't we say something nutritious? If he wanted to do something, he would have done it already. You don't know, he likes to be lively, just like now... Look around, think about it Everything on the road." Belloda sighed and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Are you still Asul?" Fenarfen turned to look at Belloda and asked angrily.

"Otherwise? Am I Druch? Are you making an unfunny joke to lighten the current atmosphere?"

"You have become... strange to me, Belloda... do you really want to marry Druch?" Siglin also joined the conversation.

"Maybe I've experienced too much? You don't know, I almost died once, in...another world." Belloda said in an indifferent showoff tone, seeing Sigelin and Fenafin turning their heads at the same time. After looking at her, she showed a proud and mysterious smile, "As for my marriage, my father has no objection... No rush, now is not the time to talk about this matter, I have time to talk about it slowly."

Siglin nodded. As she gradually approached the dock, the uneasiness in her heart could not be shaken off, but became more and more intense. She took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, and looked firmly in the direction of Darkus.

"Welcome, welcome to Chapeiuto. Forget the hug, how about we shake hands?" Darkus said in a gentle tone. He wanted to give these two somewhat reserved Asurs a breath of fresh air. feeling to relieve tension.

"Are you sure?" Siegelin hesitated slightly and looked at Darkus. Although Darkus's voice was gentle, she could feel that the pressure behind Darkus still existed. She was wary, worried that this was just superficial friendliness.

Darkus did not answer with words, but showed a confident smile, and then slowly stretched out his hand. That hand shone warmly in the sunlight, as if conveying a silent assurance to Siegelin.

Siegelin's heart was tense, but strangely, she felt as if she was being manipulated. After hesitating for a moment, she finally took Darkus' hand. The moment she held it, she was stunned. She didn't know why she held it, but she was sure that she was not controlled by magic.

Finafen was also stunned. One reason was because he witnessed the scene of Siegelin and Dakoos shaking hands. It was an incredible scene, an epoch-making scene? A scene of betrayal? The other was that Darkus did not extend his hand to him, but first lightly touched his chest with the palm of his right hand, and then lightly touched his forehead with his index finger and middle finger, doing a strange etiquette.

"Etiquette among Marcelan believers." Seeing that Fenarfen was a little confused, Darkus explained patiently.

"Why didn't I know?"

"Don't you know now?" Maranur, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up. It was strange that he had a very strange feeling towards Fenarfin, a kind of displeasure from the heart. As soon as Fenarfin spoke, he I want to fight back.

"you!"

"What?" Maranur said while staying in place, without the slightest intention of stepping forward and facing Finarfin's trident. His actions and words were like signals. The Druchi around him originally clenched their fists or tightened their weapons, but at this moment they relaxed again.

"Perhaps this kind of etiquette is indeed needed between the followers of Maselan, but we Asur are not used to it." Siglin raised her hand and gently pressed Finarfin's shoulder, exerting a little force, signaling Finarfin to step back.

"At present, the etiquette we follow is slightly different, which is undeniable, but it is a good start, isn't it?" Daquus's voice was not loud, but it flowed like an icy river.

"Then let me see how far the etiquette of Duruchi can go!" At this time, Siglin had completely calmed down. She smiled lightly and looked at Daquus with a slightly provocative look.

As soon as she finished speaking, the surroundings were quiet for a moment, and there was an indescribable tension in the air. The hostility hidden in the eyes of the Duruchis became stronger, and the Enil and Aslai around them also noticed the meaning of this provocation, and their expressions became serious and alert.

Siglin, who had made all kinds of preparations when she came, raised her chin slightly and looked directly at Daquus, not caring about the tense atmosphere on the field.

"Ms. Siglin, you are wrong, it is not from Duruchi..." Daquus was silent for a moment, and then laughed loudly, with a hearty and confident laugh. He shook his head, pointed at Siglin, and said in a calm voice. At the end, his tone deliberately paused for a moment, allowing Siglin to guess what he meant.

"Is it the etiquette of the elves?" Siglin was slightly startled, then raised her eyebrows and retorted. Then she turned sideways and pointed to Belloda standing aside, "She can't represent Asur."

Belloda looked at Siglin speechlessly, and then a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

After hearing Siglin's words, Daquus and the surrounding Duruchi, Ainir and Aslai laughed out loud, and the laughter was low, exaggerated, cold, or sarcastic.

"I understand that Twilight Fortress is not the White Tower of Hoeth, and communication takes time. In this way, we will introduce it later." Daxus narrowed his eyes slightly, but his smile remained unchanged. While speaking, he spread his hands flat, spreading them to the place where Aslai and Enil were. Then he changed the subject, "The reason why we are here is to wait for a friend, a comrade who has experienced life and death together.

Alas... There are too many black arks anchored outside the port, so many that they block the view. It should be almost here, a few minutes left? During this waiting time, we can talk about other things, such as whether the journey is smooth?"

Sieglin listened to Daxus' words, and remained calm on the surface, but she was thinking about the deep meaning of the words in her heart. Her eyes followed Daxus's open hand and looked at Enil and Aslai who were looking at her not far away. She could clearly feel that the attitude of these elves in strange costumes had changed, as if she had said something wrong just now, but she didn't care.

"Under the protection of Maserlan, the sea is calm."

"That's good, but even the calmest ocean may not be able to avoid the lurking undercurrents and storms." Dacus nodded slightly and looked at Siglin with a meaningful smile. His words contained political metaphors, and he knew that Siglin's life was not easy.

"Storms often come unexpectedly, but we Asur have learned how to stand firm in the storm!" Siglin understood, she knew what Dacus was saying, her eyes flashed slightly, and she responded with a faint smile.

"The truth is often unpredictable. Those who really know how to control the wind and waves can always choose the opportunity between the ebb and flow and move with the trend, Ms. Siglin." Dacus walked slowly for a few steps with his hands behind his back, and sighed.

He actually admired Siglin very much, and admired and respected her from the bottom of his heart. Twilight Fortress must have noticed the situation outside Chapeyuto a long time ago. Under such circumstances, Siglin dared to come, which really surprised him. This requires great courage and determination. This is no longer a single-handed meeting, but a death-seeking one. Contacting Ulthuan, Belodah, and Finnubar, even with these bonuses, he still admires them.

If he guessed correctly, Siglin had made up his mind to die and made necessary arrangements before coming. At this moment, the navy of Twilight Fortress should have come out in full force and maneuvered on the Anureil Peninsula to prevent Duruchi from making a surprise attack and blowing up the Slan device.

At this moment, a horn sounded in the distance, and then the horns sounded one after another.

"Our friends are here." (End of this chapter)