Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Time goes back to 5 minutes ago...

The Nightmare cut through the mirror-smooth sea like a sharp blade, and the sparkling waves chased around her reflection, as if silently supporting the fast-moving ship. Drasiel stood beside the rudder, staring at the sea castle composed of black arks in the distance with complicated eyes, and the huge shadow gradually unfolded towards her.

A year ago, she received a task, a points task from the Storm Weaver Cult, and she didn't want to take this task. She was very distressed. The opportunity was right in front of her, but she just couldn't catch it. She didn't want to leave Chapeiuto to complete this task. But she had no choice. She was attached to the Hell Disaster Family and was destined to be different from the popular Drex.

She set out from Chapeiuto and went to Elsing Alvin to greet a guest. But what she didn't expect was that there was more than one guest, and she was followed by a tail that she deeply hated, with a group of uninvited guests on it.

She had the idea of ​​finding an opportunity to sink it more than once, but she finally controlled her thoughts and suppressed the crew members who were ready to move with her authority.

In the old days, it was an extremely correct thing for her to take action, full of honor and qualifications, and she could even take this opportunity to get the reward from the Witch King and touch the rights that were once out of reach. But she could clearly feel that the times had changed. Since the appearance of Daquus, everything has become different from before. Now, she can't afford the cost of taking action. Once she takes action, let alone honor and qualifications, let alone gaining a foothold in the Duruchi society, she will die directly, and... the opponent's strength is also very strong, and the guests on the ship will not allow her to do so.

She has always longed for challenges and status, longed to stand at the top of the storm and overlook everything, and longed to step into a broader stage. Now, she is about to complete this task, but she knows that this is not enough, but she has no choice. Now she can only pin her hopes on Dulias and hope that Dulias will fulfill his promise. Only in this way, and only in this way...

The Nightmare sailed through the wind and waves, leaving the range of the black ark, and gradually approached the lighthouse standing abruptly between the sea and the sky. Delasir looked at the newly built giant tower with heavy eyes, and complex emotions emerged in his heart.

When she left Chapeiuto a year ago, this place was just a vast sea, and even the island carrying the lighthouse had not appeared. However, now this lighthouse seems to rise from the bottom of the sea, standing tall, as if an irresistible force is secretly urging its birth.

The lighthouse is made of obsidian and silver metal. The tower is tall and straight into the sky. The obsidian surface is engraved with intricate runes, reflecting the strong light of the day, and flickering in the sun like a cold flame.

A wide observation platform was set up at the top of the giant tower. The spiral lines along the tower body were like a silver moray eel, climbing up until the silver flame-like light at the top was beating non-stop.

The flames that never went out day and night passed through the huge glass mirror on the top of the tower, converging into a condensed beam of light that pierced through the clouds and reflected into the distance, like the gaze of Matheran, and symbolizing that the power of the Storm Weaver Cult was deeply rooted in this sea area. There were multiple layers of floating bridges and stone steps under the tower body. From a distance, it looked like a maze stacked up layer by layer for the guards, pilots and priests to stay.

"Such a building...it is the embodiment of faith." Delasir murmured in a low voice, with a trace of admiration and throbbing in his eyes that was difficult to conceal.

Just as she sighed, a sudden and heavy horn sounded from the lighthouse, low and long, as if it penetrated the sea and reached her heart. The next moment, the surrounding black arks also responded one by one, and the horn sounded one after another, echoing over the port, decorating everything solemnly and grandly.

She knew that this was for the distinguished guests on her ship, and extended the warmest welcome to the passengers she brought, even with an unimaginable respect. She looked at the figure standing at the bow, with desire and unwillingness intertwined in her heart. She thought of the last passengers, and thought of the Witch King and the Witch King's Hand riding on her ship. She kept thinking, she imagined that one day, she would not only be the captain of the Nightmare, but also gain a foothold in the core power circle of Duruchi and control her own destiny.

As the horn sound gradually subsided and the ship gradually approached the shore, Delasir saw more scenes, and her eyes also ignited a deeper ambition.

The distinguished guests on the Nightmare were not as sentimental as Delasir. After crossing the black ark and passing the lighthouse, her eyes sometimes looked at the temple area that was already close at hand, and sometimes looked at the great pyramid in the distance. Under the sunlight, the outline of Chapeyuto gradually became clear, with towering buildings rising one after another. Soon, her sight locked on familiar figures among the people coming and going on the dock.

At that moment, a smile from the heart appeared on her face. Without any hesitation, she waved to the people on the dock. Then she gently spread her arms, as if embracing the land waiting for her arrival. The air around her vibrated slightly, and then the wind of Aegir quietly rolled up beside her.

At first it was just a gentle airflow, like an invisible whirlwind, and then the wind of Aegir gradually grew into a wild airflow, enveloping the entire Nightmare.

The sailors on the ship were still manipulating the sails and anchors, but they found that the ropes in their hands suddenly loosened, and the Nightmare was no longer under their control. The hull trembled slightly, and the wind of Aegir dragged the ship like an invisible hand, causing the hull to slowly turn, breaking away from the usual trajectory of sailing and approaching the dock.

The Nightmare began to glide on the water, with almost no resistance between the hull and the sea water, as if it had escaped the control of the ocean, moving towards the dock in a nearly drifting manner, and the white waves brought by the stern surged around, forming an elegant arc.

There was a tail behind the Nightmare, which had been inseparable since Elsing Alvin set off, like her shadow reflected on the sea. The two ships, one black and one white, sailed on the vast sea, one in front and one behind, forming a strange contrast.

When the Nightmare began to glide towards the dock, the white ship was not to be outdone. As if inspired, the white sails on the mast suddenly filled up, and the hull accelerated suddenly. It also sailed towards the shore in an unnatural way, and the waves raised a long white tail behind her, pointing directly at the Nightmare like a sharp arrow.

A moment later, the Nightmare, guided by the Wind of Aegir, docked silently at the dock, with almost no turbulence. The distinguished guests on the ship smiled with satisfaction, as if everything was under control.

Daquus was amused by this scene, and he also recognized the white ship. He was very familiar with this ship that originally belonged to the Twilight Fortress. He had sailed on this white ship and then stayed in Laurenloren. But he didn't expect to go around and around, and then come back again. Then he straightened his robe and walked towards the black ship docked, opening his arms while walking.

"Ah! My dear Kaia."

The guest who came was none other than Kaia Van Maris, the lord of the Laurenloren Storm Zone, who was known as the "Storm Witch" by the humans in West.

At this time, Kaia had already left the ship, her feet slightly off the ground, and she floated down from the Nightmare without any delay. Her long blue dress fluttered lightly in the sea breeze, as if it had merged with the air, and floated silently towards Daquus.

The Druki sailors on the Nightmare, who had already stopped their work, stopped and watched this scene with a little awe.

The moment her feet just touched the ground, she stepped forward without hesitation and responded to Daquus's hug tightly. She wrapped her arms around Daquus's shoulders, raised her head slightly, and her eyes were filled with the joy of reunion after a long separation.

"What was your experience on your first long voyage?" Daquus asked with a smile after they separated.

"The storm at sea was more violent than expected, but..." Kaia smiled slightly, put away the slightly playful look in her smile, and responded. After a pause, a bit of pride appeared in his eyes, "I'm used to it, and I'm even looking forward to the next sea trip."

"My dear Kaia, you are the chosen one of Maserlan! You can control the wind and waves, because you are born to belong to the sea!" Daquus nodded and praised, with a kind of joy revealed between his eyebrows.

"Of course! I am a high-level priest of the Storm Weaver Cult." Kaia was infected by the overflowing joy of Daquus, and said with high spirits.

When Kaia said this, Maranul took the lead in applauding and cheering. As an insider, he knew Kaia's gold content too well. This is the first high-level priest of his brother. What kind of qualifications is this? But at the same time, he also felt quite... The first high-level priest of the Storm Weaver Cult was neither Duruchi nor Asur, but an Ainir who had never sailed on the sea before.

The Duruch, who had followed Dacus to Elsing Alvin, also smiled and cheered. Led by them, Duruch, who didn't know what was going on, also cheered.

The Ainel who knew Kaia waved to Kaia or looked at each other in the cheers, their eyes full of pride and relief. They knew that this relative who had never experienced an adventure at sea had a glorious identity. This glory was not only personal, but also an affirmation of Ainel's independent existence and power outside of Duruch and Asur.

Amid the cheers, Kaia looked around. She felt a long-lost sense of belonging, and her eyes showed a natural closeness. She raised her head and saluted the familiar or unfamiliar figures. Then, she greeted Belloda, who was smiling with her arms open.

"Let me introduce you to Kaia Van Maris, Ainir, the lord of the storm zone of Lauren Loren, the chosen one of the Lord of the Abyss, and the high priest of the Storm Weaver Cult." Dakuus introduced Kaia to the elves around him with a smile, but he did not mention that Kaia was possessed by Maslan. This is not good, it is easy to scare the Maslan believers around, and it is easy to evoke memories that should have been deliberately forgotten.

After hearing the surname Van Maris, Finarfin's expression changed. He knew from his family that Van Maris was an ancient family of the Kingdom of Cosqui and had a fiefdom before the Great Schism. After the collapse of the sky and the earth, the Van Maris family, which had no territory, moved to Elsing Alvin. After the War of Revenge, the Van Maris family disappeared. What he didn't expect was that the Van Maris family actually reappeared, and appeared in this way.

Then, he showed an expression of doubting life. At this moment, he felt unfair. If he heard it correctly, Kaia from the Van Maris family had never been out of the sea. Why was he the chosen one of the Lord of the Abyss? And he...

Sieglin's expression changed when Kaeya said that she was a high-ranking priest. She looked at Belloda who was hugging Kaeya with a complicated expression. At this moment, she understood that Belloda knew much more than she did, but there were some things she didn't tell her. She also knew why the attitude of the elves in strange costumes beside her changed after she said that sentence just now. She did say the wrong thing.

At this moment, her heart was shaking, and her faith was shaken. She couldn't accept the fact that when no Asur became the chosen one of Mathlan, a Duruchi was the champion of Mathlan and an Ainir was the chosen one of Mathlan. Did Mathlan give up Asur?

Just as she was about to look at Finarfin, she heard Dacus introduce her name, so she had to turn her head and give Kaeya a stiff smile.

"Finarfin Star Dragon, Asur, Captain of the Trident Bearer."

After greeting Sieglin and Finarfin, Kaeya looked at Dacus and pointed at herself.

"No, at least it's like this now, in the future..." Daxus, who knew what Kaia was saying, explained with a smile, and then continued to introduce, "Horha Hellbane, my uncle, a believer of Maselan."

Horha's reaction was not much better than Siglin and Finarfin. At this moment, he was a little skeptical about life, so that when he was introduced, he didn't react, and it was only after Maranul gently touched him that he reacted.

"Kerillian."

"Vetir."

"Karawna."

"Atherin."

"These four used to live in Athel Loren and Asrai."

Darkius kept introducing, and just as he was about to introduce, five more Enil walked down from the ship.

"Welcome, my friend, welcome to the continent of Lustria!" Before Kaia introduced, Ren, who was originally standing in the crowd, couldn't wait to come out and hugged an Enil whose feet had just touched the ground.

"Adrel Van Maris, my cousin, he wants to... change his lifestyle." When Kaia introduced him, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Dacus with an expression that you know.

Dacus smiled and responded to Kaia with the same expression.

Although Kaia did not introduce too much, he knew some things. For example, after the collapse of the sky and the earth, the Van Maris family that moved to Elsing Alvin was divided into two branches. One branch lived in Sis Rionasca, which is now Marienburg. Kaia is from this branch. The family has excellent magic heritage and background. Another branch lives in Esor Tallarion. Adrel is from this branch. As a relative of the woodland, he used to make a living in Middenheim.

This information was obtained from Kaia when he was in Lauren Loren, and he also had some information from Ryan and Genevieve. When he was making trouble in the Chaos Demon Realm, Ryan and Genevieve went to Middenheim to do intelligence work. During this period, they met Adrel, who served as a staff member for the ruler of Middenheim. Adrel is responsible for managing horses, hunting dogs and eagles, accompanying human dignitaries in hunting activities, and also teaching court members archery. Compared with other court officials, he doesn't like to participate in court activities, so he has little influence. But he is respected by humans, one is his identity, and the other is his strength. More specifically, in CK3 terms, he is the chief hunting officer + horse officer.

In addition, he has another identity, the Einir spy, responsible for monitoring the movements of humans. This is also the reason why he doesn't like to participate in court activities, because he doesn't need it.

The so-called change of lifestyle, coupled with Kaia's expression, is to stop being a shitty hunting officer and come to hang out with Dacus... To put it more bluntly, the Van Maris family, which is not prosperous, has also bet.

"Oh~Ryan! Has the wind ever brought my greetings from afar?! Between the pine forest and the lake, is the echo of my singing still echoing?"

Just like you finish singing and I come on stage, Tolandil, who was originally in the crowd, came out, his smile floated between his eyebrows, and his voice was as high as the long tune at the beginning of the poem. While singing, he spread his arms and walked towards an Ainir.

"Travelers are never alone, because poetry and wind are their companions. I have traveled all over the mountains and rivers, listening to every gust of wind, as if your singing has never gone away, always lingering." Ryan's eyes lit up, and his response was like waves hitting the shore, stretching for a long time.

"Then let's sing a song together, like stars meeting again before dawn. Let's call back the lost time together and let it shine again." Tolandil, with his arms open, slowly approached and chanted.

"Let this song continue like rain, and never be melancholy for the other side. No matter when, poetry and friendship will never end, no longer vague." Ryan smiled, and gently placed his hand on Tolandil's shoulder while humming.

The two smiled at each other, and then hugged each other tightly. Their behavior attracted a low laugh and gentle applause.

"Ryan Lafarel, a woodland relative." While introducing, Kaia looked at Dakwus with an expression that you know.

Dakwus understood, just like Adrel, he heard Ryan mention this person.

In the words of CK3, Ryan is a court poet, a court poet serving the Middenheim court, a superb singer and instrumentalist, a skilled poet, a bard who can rival Tolandil.

He has a keen insight into both happiness and sadness. His original works and treatments of famous classics have attracted many admirers. He is a witty and insightful consultant. Although he is cautious and does not think he has much influence. Like Adrel, he is also an Ainir spy responsible for monitoring the movements of humans.

Dacus does not think that Ryan is Kaeya's bodyguard, nor does he think that Ryan came to the Ruth Kia continent to collect folk songs. The identity of the woodland relatives is destined that Ryan will not have much development in Lauren Loren. After all, Kaeya belongs to the scorpion. And the meaning of this duet poem is obvious. As long as the rhetoric is correct, a fool can hear that Tolandir has a deputy, and someone is responsible for the publicity of Asheril.

"Estelle Celadel." Kaeya introduced again, but this time, she did not show the expression you know, she became serious and cautious.

Dacus nodded carefully. He had also heard Ryan mention this person before, and he instantly knew why Estel was here.

Like Adrel and Ryan, Estel had also been in Middenheim before. When Ryan first contacted her, she claimed that she was unjustly exiled from Laurent Loren. She insisted that she was a princess, but was captured by some bandits when she was a child. The bandits wanted to make her a slave, but she was eventually rescued by a human knight. She needed to find someone to take her back to Laurent Loren, but no one was willing to take the risk.

What is Ryan? The kind-hearted man immediately expressed his willingness to send Estel back to Laurent Loren after hearing this, anyway, it was on the way, but... When he finished, Estel said: I can't leave now, I have to complete a written history of the elves of Middenheim.

He and Genevieve reacted on the spot that this Estel was not right. As a result, it was really wrong. At a cocktail party, Adrel revealed the actual situation to him.

Adrel and Ryan are Einel spies, but not the official ones, but in a volunteer way. When Middenheim has any movement that reacts to Lauren Loren or when Middenheim receives information that can cause harm to Lauren Loren, such as when Middenheim receives a legion of undead coming out of the Shadow Forest and preparing to march towards Lauren Loren, or when the orcs invade or something, they will notify Lauren Loren.

Estel is not an Einel who was exiled from the Lauren Loren Forest, but an agent of Marest... a spy with an official status.

Why this player appeared here, Dacus could figure it out with his heels, which was also the reason why he had always disliked Marest, but he didn't care. If he was Marest, he might do the same, speculating, observing, and preparing to bet.

Kaeya didn't introduce the two Einel walking side by side in the back because she knew that Dacus knew them.

Dacus did know Lindyalock. When he first met Lindyalock, the Lord of the Frostfall District held a welcome banquet for him.

The woman's name is Melexi Elwin, Lindyalock's sister. She is a half-baked spellcaster who focuses on the style of Gur and Gillen, and a believer of Aisha. She is rational and resolute, calm and insightful, and rarely expresses personal emotions. She is very prestigious within the family, but she is indifferent to power and devotes more energy to magic and academic research.

If Dacus is not wrong, this sister was sent here to study? In the letter he wrote to Lindyalock, he mentioned the matter of magic training.

The man's name is Karahir Elwin, Lindyalock's nephew. He is young and energetic, has excellent diplomatic skills and keen strategic vision, and is responsible for mediating the family's foreign relations and consolidating alliances. Calm, cautious, good at hiding emotions, has a mature thinking mode, and can often find a subtle balance. He is also proficient in multiple languages. He usually either acts as an advisor to Lindialok or goes to Sessenmond as an envoy of the Elwyn family.

"Lindialok has a son?" Dacus turned his head and looked at Kaia and asked in a low voice.

"What?" Kaia showed a confused expression when responding. After reacting, she said speechlessly, "No, he is not married yet."

Dakeus nodded and said nothing. He thought Lindialok had a son. He didn't think there was anything wrong with his reaction. This kind of upside-down thing has been happening all the time in ancient and modern times, at home and abroad, in various worlds. Before there was no son, the nephew was trained as the heir. After having a son, the nephew was kicked away in various ways. There are too many such facts. He can give a lot of examples.

If not... then Lindialok would have spent a lot of money. The letter he wrote was to ask Lindialok to get some people to fill the door, but the result was...

"My friend, I am not drunk. On the contrary, I am very sober, more sober than ever. Although we have been together for a short time, I think we are very happy together. I like you. I know what I am talking about, Hand of the Witch King, and I also know what you really need. I, Lindialok, always keep my word. I don't know what will happen in the future. Even if Queen Marest disagrees, as long as your ship comes, I will try my best to send an army to represent the Frostfall District of Lauren Loren to support you. Although the scale of this army will not be too large, I believe you will play the true meaning of this army."

Darkus smiled, and he suddenly thought of the whispers that Lindialok said in his ear. Elanor Denaris, Karahir and Melehi, and the subsequent symbolic army.

"Go?"

"Go!"

What is a person of temperament? This is it! Tacit understanding is just one word. Although I don't know what to do, I'll go first.

He doesn't think that the arrival of Karahir and Melesi is a stop, but a beginning. If possible, this gap can be opened wider and wider.

Lauren Loren has a total of four border areas, one of which is directly governed by Tal Litanel. The other three are led by the Cloud Walker, Van Maris and the Alwin family. Talos, the heir of the Cloud Walker family, has been following him. In addition to the heir, there are also a group of relatives. Now Van Maris and the Alwin family have also bet, and it's no wonder that Marist sent an agent here. No one can bear this.

"Respected Lord of the Eternal Festival."

"By the order of Queen Marest."

"By the order of Aisha."

"By the order of the head of the Elwyn family."

"Welcome, welcome to the continent of Lustria, welcome to this mysterious land." Dacus spread his arms, smiling, and his voice was full of sincere enthusiasm, as if he wanted to integrate the Einel into the embrace of this new land. "I sincerely hope that you can find a new starting point here, and let the pride of Einel be reborn on this land."

Just as Dacus was communicating with the new Einel, Siglin slightly turned sideways, her eyes met with Finarfin, and a few secret exchanges flashed in her eyes. Finarfin caught her sight, nodded slightly, and his eyes were solemn.

When Siglin was about to whisper something, she suddenly looked further away. She had seen the White Ship before, the eagle ship that originally belonged to her jurisdiction. It was intercepted by Duruchi when it sent Belodah to Ulthuan.

She subconsciously thought that the passenger on the white ship was also the unfamiliar Einel, but... her eyes widened, and not only her eyes widened, but her mouth opened unconsciously. Not only that, she exaggeratedly stretched out her hand to wipe her eyes. She thought she was too nervous and had hallucinations.

Seeing Siglin's exaggerated movements, Finarfin frowned. He couldn't understand why Siglin, who was always calm and sophisticated, would make such an exaggerated movement. He turned his head and looked in the direction where Siglin was looking. As a result... his reaction was not much better than Siglin, and even more intense.

When the eagle ship just docked on the shore, a figure couldn't wait to jump off the ship.

The figure was wearing a gorgeous and shining scale armor, with blue and gold as the main color. The long golden hair fell on his exquisite shoulder armor like a waterfall, as if the moonlight was falling, flickering. The top of his helmet stretched out a decoration like a phoenix wing, giving him a sacred majesty.

His upright figure shows an outstanding figure, standing calmly like a mountain. His temperament is undoubtedly noble. Whether it is the blue cloak he wears or the gorgeous sword hanging on his waist, it shows his noble bloodline and powerful fighting power. The sword is exquisitely carved, and ancient runes are faintly emerging on the blade, flashing with mysterious brilliance, as if full of infinite power, waiting to cut through darkness and evil for the master.

Although his face is handsome and resolute, his eyes reveal a rare innocence and immaturity. This expression makes him more gentle in addition to his mighty, as if he hides an unworldly heart under his cold appearance.

It's no wonder that Siglin and Finarfin reacted so strongly. They are too familiar with this figure, so familiar that, as Belloda once said, they hugged the figure when he was still young.

The figure was also stunned after landing. He saw Siglin and Finarfin in the crowd. He was a little puzzled as to why Siglin and Finarfin appeared here at this moment.

The scene suddenly fell into a deathly silence, and all the elves focused their attention on this familiar yet unexpected figure. The Einir and Aslai who were familiar with this figure frowned slightly and stared with mixed emotions. Some of the Duruchi gradually came back to their senses, and a few of them quietly put their hands on the handles of their weapons, looking alert, waiting for Daquus's order.

"You really dare to come!" In the silence, a mocking voice broke the deadlock. Kerillian, who was not afraid of trouble, raised a playful smile at the corner of her mouth, and her voice was full of undisguised teasing.

"What? Aren't you welcoming me?" (End of this chapter)