Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Aishriel wants to carry out education. Now, under the manipulation of Drusala and Malagos, it has a prototype and framework. But there are also some problems. For example, there is a secondary school in Hoth. The teaching qualifications are easy to solve, but the difficulty lies in religion...

There must be someone who knows the business to be responsible, but unfortunately Aishriel does not have it. Hoth believers are generally concentrated in the White Tower of Hoth, or in places close to the White Tower of Hoth, or Elsin Alvin is not systematic, so Dacuus contacted Hoth.

In his mind, the most ideal candidate is undoubtedly the demigod Salir, but he thinks the probability is not high. Because Salir stayed in Athel Loren, and then with Athel Loren as the center, Dacha cleared the field in front, and Salir followed behind to repair, that is, to stabilize the spiritual vein node of Elsin Alvin.

He also thought that if Hoth called a great wizard from the White Tower of Hoth, it would be fun. An Asur trained a group of Druki to become qualified bureaucrats. Even if they were not responsible for specific things, it would be strange to only be responsible for religion.

As a result...

The one who shook hands and hugged him was none other than Fenrir. (Chapter 477)

"Have you thought about it?"

"Of course."

"To be honest, it's a bit weird..." After the hug, Dacus spread his hands.

"It's a bit weird, but I'm the best candidate, right?"

"That's right." Dacus nodded.

Fenrir's label is very vague. He was born a commoner and was originally a farmer living at the junction of the Kingdom of Itain and the Kingdom of Safri. It's right to say that he is an Asur of the Kingdom of Itain, but it's also wrong to say that he is an Asur of the Kingdom of Safri. He has a strong personality and likes the feeling of looseness, freedom and comfort. When he first met Dacus, he didn't wear the common robes, but a relatively loose robe, looking like a farmer.

What is the White Tower of Hoth? It is a conservative place that is serious and almost rigid. Most of the great wizards there don't like his eccentric personality. They think that as an Asur, he should remain humble, and as a wizard, he should abide by discipline. In fact, he has both, but he looks at things from a different perspective, which is also his uniqueness, but this does not mean that the mages of Hoth White Tower understand him.

He is a non-mainstream in Hoth White Tower, and his life is not easy, even if someone from above protects him. If you have to choose one from Hoth White Tower, he is undoubtedly the most suitable, and Aishriel also has his space for activities. Master Xia is in Chapeiuto and Master Wu is in La Plata. They can communicate by taking a plane. The only flaw is that Aishriel has no library or the like, and cannot further increase knowledge.

"Which kingdom do you think you are from?" Then, Dacus asked another question.

"My father is a Safri, my mother is an Itain, and I was born in Itain, although it is very close to Safri." Fenrir shrugged.

"In my stereotype... the wine of Itain is very good."

"Of course! The wine of Itain is the best!"

"No, it's Iris!"

Before Fenrir could respond, Malin, a native of Itain, spoke first, and then Isharion on the side responded. Malin turned her head and looked at Isharion, with a look of adults not caring about children. And Bel-Ahor, who was standing aside, stood there quietly, looking at the black arks anchored in the distance, without any intention of further expanding the dispute.

"I spent most of my time picking grapes when I was a child." After the brief dispute, Fenrir responded.

"Aishriel is a large region at the administrative level. You can understand it as Ulthuan. There are many provinces here." Dacus said halfway, then changed the subject and began to talk about something irrelevant, "Do you do psychological treatment or something like that? Through drugs? Words or magic?"

"The Lord of Wisdom did not convey this to me. Of course, if you need it, I can do it, and I will do it well. I believe I can do it." Fenrir's eyes were full of confusion when he said it. He didn't understand what Dacus was expressing.

"That's what you said." In just a few words, Fenrir had a specific position in Dacus's mind, and there was no need to elaborate on the others here.

The three passengers who came down later were Fenrir and Bel-Aihor. Finnubar had only two sons, one was the eldest son Yelian, who had a hot temper and was not suitable to be an envoy, and the other was the second son Bel-Aihor, who was calm and thoughtful. This was also the reason why Dacus thought it was blooming. Finnubar responded to him, expressed full trust in him, and sent the second son over.

If... this Asur delegation had any problem in Chapeiuto, including on the way there and back, then there would be no solution. Even if he could speak eloquently, it would be useless. His son, daughter, and future heir are all gone, so what's the point of talking?

Another one is Prince Geron, the guardian of Adeanna...

"Then?" After some politeness, Dacus stretched out his left hand, made a "you are great" gesture, and pointed his thumb at Chapeiuto. Then, he smiled and said, "Do you need me to swear to Maserlan?"

"We trust you, and that's why we came here uninvited." Marin said with a smile after taking a step forward.

"Let them all come down. You came a little early and you have to stay here for nearly a month?" Darkus knew the meaning of Marin's actions. It was nothing more than the right to speak, expressing that he was responsible for the mission. people. Then, he nodded to the Eagle Ship and said. Then, he pointed to a spire in the temple area, "There is still some time before it is completed, and there are some activities during this period... There is a proverb among the elves, what comes comes comes."

"Sorry, why haven't I heard of it?" Fenrel asked with a smile.

"Now, don't you know? By the way, have you brought your horses?"

"Bring it."

"That's right, then... let's go? Have something to eat."

Merging, Druch, Asul, Enil and Aslay came together. Belloda hugged Marlene and Adriana and talked quietly, Elsharion and Finarfin whispered to each other, Bel-Ehor called Sigurin aunt, and Tolandir called the new Ani. We asked Lauren for an update.

"Aunt, why are you here?"

Sieglin and Finubar are related, and Bel-Ehor calls her Aunt Sieglin according to her seniority.

"I also want to ask you, why are you here?"

"My father asked me to come on a mission. While attending the ceremony, I would like to take a look here and make an assessment. Aunt, what about you?"

"I received an invitation before." Siglin said while looking at Darkus, and then whispered, "I prayed to Marcelan, and Marcelan responded to me. This is... Marcelan Responded to me for the first time. And Marcelan not only responded to me, but also responded to Fenafin, which is one of the reasons why Fenafin and I came..."

Bel-Aihor looked at his aunt with a speechless expression. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it. In his mind, his aunt's behavior was undoubtedly risky, but his behavior was no better. He always believed that his father's decision was reckless. When he came, he had made all kinds of psychological preparations. He had done the best and the worst. Fortunately, it was the best now, a very good start.

"Where's Talos?" Karahir asked after responding to Tolandil's various questions.

"Him? He will come to the banquet later. Right now, he is training... There will be some competitions in the future, and he wants to get some results."

"Game? What game?"

"Many, sheep shearing competitions..." After seeing Carahir's confused look, Tolandir expanded a little. He was responsible for the schedule and events of these competitions, and he was knowledgeable, "It's about shearing sheep. Wool, the way to win is to see who can shear the sheep quickly without damaging the sheep’s skin.”

"Is there any competition related to archery?" Karahir shook his head. He knew what he was good at. He would just make a fool of himself by participating in this competition. He can imagine what kind of wool he can cut if given a pair of scissors, and how he can make the sheep bleat.

"Of course there is." After Tolandir responded, he whispered, "But I don't recommend you to participate. You can participate in other things, such as recitation or board games." He is very familiar with Karasiel. Knows what Karahir is good at and what she is not good at.

"Board game?"

"Wargaming."

"I'll join!" Karahir made the decision immediately. He received the mission before coming. His uncle wanted him to enter Druch's army system, show off his talents and prove his worth.

He was good at reciting, but with Tolandir and Riel here, he didn't think he could achieve certain results. In his opinion, war games are what he is good at. He planned the battle plan for Enil's attack on Sesonmund a few years ago. He also participated in the deployment of defenses in the frost zone. He only needs to master the rules and adapt. He believes He can achieve certain results.

"Besides these, is there anything else?" Eltharion, who heard the discussion, was attracted by the content. He stopped talking to Finarfin and came to Tolandil and asked.

"Of course, team fights, archery, jousting, wrestling, duels, horse racing, Blood Bowl rugby, chariot racing."

"Those Asur sailors are my guests, my guests! Place them in the Skink Community to the west of the complex and entertain them to the highest standards. I don't need to say more about the rest, right? You! Can you do it? ?" While the elves were communicating with each other, Darkus was giving instructions to an official. When he saw the official who was bowing his head suddenly nodded, he patted his shoulder and reassured, "Just do it."

After the official walked towards the Assur sailors who were disembarking one after another, he waved to Drasil who was standing in the crowd at a loss, not knowing what to do or what to do.

"How about that ship?" After Drasil saluted, he pointed to Hoha's flagship in the distance and asked.

"Very good, there is..." Drasil turned her head and glanced, and then organized her words and prepared to praise her, but she was interrupted by Darkus as soon as she started.

"Soon, you will command a fleet of these ships. The exact number has not yet been determined, but the total number of combatants and sailors will be a thousand. This is my promise to you, to complete this mission. "Now...go and relax." Darkus knew that Dulias had given Drasi a pie a long time ago, which was also the reason why the cult assigned the task of picking up Kaia to Drasi. For your reasons, this is the final trial.

Now, he had to express his gratitude. He stuffed the cake into Drasil's mouth, and then nothing happened. Drasil had no problem commanding and fighting. He was an experienced captain, but that was the upper limit. .

The platform is there, the opportunity is given, and then you have to fight for it yourself.

This is also the reason why he said it directly. Either let Delasir make a wish, or the whole promotion, he can't take it, the family is a big family, not just his.

"Thank you..." Delasir, who was a little surprised, organized her words again, but she felt a hand on her shoulder. She knew that this hand belonged to Dacus, and in an instant, she understood. When the hand on her shoulder disappeared, she bowed her head, greeted Dacus again, and turned away.

Dacus looked at the elves who were communicating with each other, and had an indescribable feeling. It felt like Cao Cao, Xu You and Yuan Shao, these three people were friends in their youth, and then...

Moreover, the elves were dressed strangely.

First of all, he was weird, focusing on an abstract, he put on a round-necked robe outside, and tied a belt around his waist. If the clothes were not purple but red, he would look like a foreigner who admired the Tang Dynasty from a distance. This foreigner did not refer to the criminal arresters in the Ming and Qing dynasties, but...

What he wore inside was even stranger. His pants were shorts that did not reach his knees. Of course, this was not a big deal. The main thing was that he was wearing sandals, or more accurately, flip-flops.

The vulcanization process of rubber is not yet mature and cannot be mass-produced, but it is still possible to rub it on a small scale with advanced alchemy. The flip-flops were rubbed for him by Drusala.

The male Druks who followed him wore Attila jackets, which were the uniforms of the Hussars...

A military jacket derived from the Hungarian cavalry, with a unique design, short and slim cut, with a large number of decorative buttons and braids and knots, across the chest, showing a delicate and gorgeous effect, with embroidery, bright borders or gold and silver thread embellishments on the cuffs and collar.

The whole is composed of two pieces, the inner one is a doman top and the half-draped one is a cape jacket with a fur-rimmed collar. There is a lanyard at the collar of the coat, so that the coat can be hung on the left shoulder at ordinary times. When riding a horse, the coat flutters in the wind, which is extremely showy...

In Daquus's opinion, this is used to show off, and there is no other value. The temperature difference between day and night in Asheril is not large. It is convenient to hold the knife with the right hand to resist the enemy's sword from slashing the left half of the body... It's a bit abstract. The current cavalry should still wear armor.

But then again, it's not necessary to wear armor all the time. Armor must be there, and military uniforms must also be there. In the future, soldiers outside the city of Nagarond will definitely not wear armor when they go into the city on vacation, but must wear military uniforms, and there are too many, too many ways to say a good-looking military uniform.

During the Napoleonic era, the Guards Cavalry had ten different uniforms, including combat uniforms, marching uniforms, field uniforms, regular uniforms, duty uniforms, stable uniforms, social uniforms, casual uniforms, parade uniforms, and grand parade uniforms. Not to mention Sandezi and the like.

The Attila jacket was brought over intact by him. In addition to satisfying the desire of the children of the rich and powerful to show off, it was mainly distributed to the non-combatant Black Knights of the Imperial Order. The hem of the jacket just covers the waist, and when riding a warhorse, it can just hang down and flow in the wind, and the feeling is tickling.

In terms of aesthetics, everyone is the same. After the appearance of the Attila jacket, it has received unanimous praise.

The black and red Attila jackets of the two brothers Maranul, Cowell, and Takia all show their majesty and unique temperament, making them stand out tall and powerful. The strong black and red tones not only emphasize their identity, but also reveal a touch of luxury and publicity.

However, the lower body is a bit abstract. They are wearing black sturdy tweed pants, that is, jeans... The sturdy black jeans fit the leg lines tightly, emphasizing their strong physique. The thick tweed makes a slight friction sound when moving, revealing a rustic and rough taste, forming a mixed and conflicting beauty with the exquisite outerwear on the upper body.

The black rubber-soled riding leather boots are sturdy and wear-resistant, suitable for long-distance riding and uneven ground. The leather on the upper is carefully wiped, and the twill is shiny, low-key and luxurious. The height of the boot shaft just wraps the calf, which is not only extremely protective, but also can be firmly buckled when tightening the stirrup.

This is because there are no horses now, otherwise they ride tall horses, standing upright in the sun, almost making people mistake them for a solemn black sculpture at first glance.

There is no hat. Under normal circumstances, elves do not wear hats. In most cases, they wear headdresses, headbands and hairpins. Wearing a hat can't show pointy ears, can't show a head of hair, and delay pretending to be cool. Unless it is really too cold, such as the garrisons stationed at the various outposts north of Naggaroth, otherwise the ears will be gone.

Another place is where there is a lot of rain, such as Rosario Province. Dacus distributed wide-brimmed round hats with very wide brims to the dark riders stationed there. They are usually worn as normal hats to block the wind.

When it rains, roll up the brim of the hat, and then fix it with buttons on the top, so that a tricorn hat is born. It is mainly used to prevent rain. Rainwater will flow down the grooves on the hat, and then match it with a waterproof tent. Although it looks out of place, a complete set of rain gear has appeared.

In addition to the tricorn hat, the dark riders stationed in Asherel have also begun to have other characteristics. Usually they wear a black shirt inside, a vest outside, and a black robe and a black cloak with the emblem of Nisu outside. There is a reason why dark riders wear black robes and cloaks, which is standard. Otherwise, once the hat is worn, the vest is worn, and a pair of riding boots are matched, they look like a group of cowboys from a distance.

Even if there was no explanation, he didn't want to give Attila a jacket. It was too expensive, and it wouldn't be interesting if the Dark Knight and the Edict Black Knight all wore the same one.

Ladies have long been out of fashion trends, with all kinds of skirts, and even Kerillian now starts to wear brown and green skirts.

Tolandir wore a brown and green jacket, which was thick and wear-resistant, suitable for rugged outdoor environments. The jacket hem and cuffs were simple and neat, emphasizing practicality. The dark gray pants had reinforced knee leather patches, suitable for cycling, and the trouser legs were close to the boots, and the tailoring made the whole outfit more neat. The dark brown leather high boots, with multiple lace-up decorations, provided strong wear resistance and support, and were very suitable for long-term cycling or hiking.

A typical outfit around the beginning of the 20th century.

If Dacus's robe is not lifted, he will stay in the ninth century, and Maranul and his friends will stay in the nineteenth century. The ladies wearing skirts are even weirder. There are all kinds of styles from all periods, but fortunately there is no exaggerated Rococo style. Fortunately, these elves are all natives. He looks weird, but the elves don't think so. Instead, they think it is very fashionable. Add to that the traditional and special costumes worn by the visiting people, and the whole thing is weird.

"What are you wearing?" Dacus muttered speechlessly, then waved his hand and said, "Let's go." (End of this chapter)