Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

After passing through the dock area, the whole style of the painting changed from elf style to lizardman style. The elves walked slowly on the ancient streets. The ground was a stone road, heavy and vicissitudes, and it made a slight clacking sound when stepped on. The air was mixed with exotic breath and moist plant smell. Ancient stone sculptures and strange plants stood on both sides of the street from time to time, as if telling the long history of this land and the dominance of the lizardmen.

Just as the team turned around a small square surrounded by stone sculptures, a low and powerful footsteps came from the front. It was the sound of the lizardman patrol marching. They were wearing heavy scale armor, holding spears and shields, and their steps were uniform, steady and firm. The formation was square and impeccable.

The strong claws landed on the stone road, making a heavy treading sound, and every step showed the ancient majesty of the lizardmen. They seemed to be set on some kind of mechanical route, walking persistently without any pause or deviation.

"Make way for them to pass." Maranul, who was walking in the front, quickly signaled the elves to step aside and said in a low voice.

As the voice fell, the footsteps gradually approached, and the front-most Duruchi began to give way, the elves behind dispersed in an orderly manner, leaving a straight passage and looking at the solemn patrol.

However, the lizard patrol ignored everything around them, always looking forward, and moving forward firmly step by step, as if everything around them had nothing to do with them, until they gradually approached Dacus.

When the lizards and Dacus passed by, they turned their heads and looked at Dacus, with a firm look in their eyes, with a kind of undisguised respect. But they did not stop, and continued to move forward in an orderly manner.

Dacus nodded slightly, as if he had long been accustomed to all this. Then he took out the silver scepter from his belt and raised it to the level of his head. His chin was slightly raised, his expression was calm, and his eyes were gentle, as if he was inspecting his soldiers like a general.

Kaiya, who was standing by, could clearly feel the respect and even submission from the cold eyes of the lizardmen, as if these lizards, who were similar to beastmen, were witnessing a supreme leader in their hearts.

"Why do these lizards respect him so much?" Karahir whispered, with confusion in his tone.

"I'm afraid his relationship with this land is far beyond our imagination..." Melehi responded thoughtfully.

The footsteps on the stone slab gradually faded away, and the newly arrived Enil who witnessed this scene whispered, their faces full of doubts, exchanging doubtful looks with each other, and looking back from time to time at the lizards that were gradually moving away. They couldn't understand why these strange lizards showed such respect to Daquus.

"They..." Kaiya looked at Daquus and asked hesitantly.

"Lizardmen, the guardians of this continent, we maintain a delicate balance between elves and lizardmen. Our culture, language, and beliefs are different, but this does not prevent us from living together in harmony." Dacus, who took back the scepter, responded to Kaia's doubts.

"You... are the link between elves and lizardmen!?"

Dacus gave a thumbs up and responded to Kaia.

Compared with the newly arrived Enil and the somewhat surprised Siglin and Finarfin, Asur, who had met the lizardmen in Athel Loren, had a relatively calm reaction and even thought it was natural.

At that time, Dacus's power left an indelible impression on them. If the conflict expanded, the lizardmen army that was in the rear and lined up neatly would definitely respond to Dacus' call and join the battle. That was still Athel Loren, and this was Dacus's old nest and base camp.

"Aren't we going there?" Marlene asked, looking in the direction of the temple area. Since entering the port, she has focused her attention on the temple area. She was deeply attracted by everything in the temple area and she was a little impatient. But in the end... At first, she thought that Dacus would lead the team to the temple area. Now, she can feel that the team is pulling away from the temple area.

"It is still a large construction site there, and it will take a few more days to go there. Unfortunately, the daughter of the sea has some things to deal with and cannot attend this welcome banquet." Dacus explained patiently.

The black box for making water-patterned stone was built under the overtime work of the Val priests and the lizardmen. However, even if each process was carried out at the maximum speed, it still could not catch up with the construction schedule.

Due to the lack of professional cost engineers and the constant interruption of the rhythm by the returning admirals, the initial stone reserves were forced to adjust, and the demand for the Grand Temple and the Hailan Hub almost emptied the reserve resources. This resulted in the admirals who came one after another having no place to sell their stones. In order to deal with this situation, they had to adopt the principle of taking materials from the nearest place and dismantling stones from their respective arks.

So, the magic crab locomotive appeared. These giant beasts that emerged from the deep sea dragged countless carts full of stones and rumbled along the newly laid tracks, as if the earth was roaring in a low voice. The scene of not being responsible for killing people was both spectacular and shocking.

When these stones were sent to the black box of water-patterned stone for processing, a strange solemnity and mystery spread in the venue. When the black box was running, the thick wind of Aegir seemed to wash each stone, making them emit a faint blue water-patterned luster. Afterwards, they were carried to the laying site and gradually became part of the temple area.

If you think about it from another perspective, all this is full of profound meaning.

These stones originally came from Ulthuan, from the Kingdom of Nagaryth. The history of the stones themselves has long been soaked in memory. They have experienced the grinding of the years in the deep sea, witnessed the catastrophe of the Great Invasion, experienced the Great Split, and finally became the Ark floating on the sea.

Now, they have been dismantled from the Ark and become part of the Temple District. These stones seem to have completed a reincarnation across continents and centuries, and finally settled in a foreign land and a new home. They are no longer simple building materials, but relics carrying the history of Ulthuan, and have been given new responsibilities and missions, becoming a permanent part of this ancient and mysterious land.

Of course... Thanks to the characteristics of the water-patterned stone, the Temple District is actually active, like a module. More specifically, the entire Temple District is composed of different modules. If you want, the Temple District can float on the sea and go wherever you want.

The construction of the Grand Temple and the Sea Lan Hub has been completed, and the deep-sea simulation box has also been claimed by the admirals and laid. Three of the four spires have also completed their main structures and are currently in the final acceleration stage. The progress of the other spire is a little slow, and it is still being rushed.

After constant conspiracies and research, the admirals finally decided to build in the name of their respective cities. The four spires correspond to Clarkalond, Karl Kalond, Hag Graves and Nagarond, while Gorond and Hal Gansi were tacitly kicked out by the admirals. Who made Gorond have no naval power? And Hal Gansi's black ark simply listened to the announcement but didn't listen to the command, and played by itself.

The slow tower was contracted by Hag Graves. There was no way. Hag Graves's naval power was too weak. It only had the old Fortress of Eternal Terror and the new Infinite Indulgence. Fortunately, Hadris came early and kept striving for it. Not only did he get a quota, but he also gained some benefits, and finally formed this model that satisfied Daquus and wanted.

"Where's your lover?"

"All you see now are idle people, with nothing to do, so they come to the dock to greet you..." Daquus knew what Marin was asking, and he also started to chat.

In fact, he has been very busy recently, and the strange comb has been pinned on his hair. The preparations for many matters have reached the countdown stage, such as setting prices, setting military salaries and benefits, and fine-tuning the affairs of Asheril, cutting and adding.

His original plan to establish a military district system in Asheril has also been temporarily shelved. Sometimes he has to take his companions with him to share Walter's work. There is no way. When it comes to the settlement stage, there are too many Black Arks, and the labor dispatches who come have caught up with the total before. Fortunately, reserves, rules and various contingency plans have been established in the past ten years. As long as we can withstand the huge pressure during this period, we can let Maranul and others practice in the process.

There is also the upcoming festival. The last time the Duruchi Navy was so complete was when they went to war against Ulthuan. Normally, they can't get together at all. In the non-war stage, the Dark Council is not full. Malekith suddenly had an idea and ordered the Black Council to be convened soon. His Black Ark floating in the other hemisphere couldn't get back.     Simply take advantage of the completion of the Temple District and the abundant supplies in Asheril to hold a grand ceremony and hold the first Chapeyuto Wine Festival. By the way, there will be some competitions, competitions and lotteries. The whole big mix will make the Duruchi who have been floating on the sea happy. The double joy of spirit and body will increase the energy of Slaanesh.

The next meeting... I don't know when it will be. Daxus only knows the result. He will definitely win. There is no doubt about it. He doesn't know the process at all. Perhaps the Duruchi who participated in the first wine festival...

In addition to the excitement, it can be regarded as a sweet date first, and there is a big stick waiting behind.

"Oh? I don't believe it..."

"This is Asherel, not Elsin Alvin. The journey is over. Here, everyone has their own things to do. Gilead is currently in Rosario Province. Maybe you don't know him very well... Compared with the lively environment, he prefers to be alone with his brothers. Sometimes he rides a horse across the fertile fields, and sometimes he sits on the beach and looks at the vast ocean, taking his brothers to experience what they have never experienced before. The two brothers of the Denaris family are also there. They are going to build an Asur Temple there to welcome the arrival of Amphion and light the holy fire."

Darkius turned on the chatterbox mode, responding to the question without answering, but he was actually responding to the hidden meaning in Marin's words.

After Amphion was reborn, he did not follow the team to the new world, but stayed in Athel Loren. According to the agreement, it will fly across the vast ocean alone to the Lustria continent in three years, and the three-year period is just around the corner.

There is no spiritual vein node in Rosario Province, which is why Darkius set the capital of the province in La Plata at that time. But now the situation is different. It can be a pasture or a farm, which can be adjusted according to specific needs. Later, he plans to grow alcohol-2 wheat there, and the relevant refining equipment and transportation port will also be set up there.

There is a natural harbor there, and its potential far exceeds that of Chapeiuto. There is a huge notch near the sea surface that can accommodate all the black arks, like an inverted Bizan, with the beauty of a giant Sandu'ao. But at present, Aishriel has no ability to develop it, and it does not need to develop it. The expanded Chapeiuto is enough to meet Aishriel's needs.

Darkius set up the Temple of Asur at the bottom of the Reverse. When the planting of Alcohol-2 wheat begins, a port will be built there. Fire, fire, fire. May the holy fire of Asuryan protect that place... Don't let the big news that will shock the elven society come out.

"His brother's soul?" Bel-Ahor, who had been following behind, joined the topic after hearing Gilead's name.

"Two years ago, when we just came back, something happened. It was a bit difficult and completely different from what we experienced last time." Darkius looked at Kaia beside him when he said this.

Kaia's eyes widened after hearing this, and her mouth opened unconsciously. Although Darkius' words were vague, she knew what Darkius was talking about. She still couldn't forget that experience, and perhaps those memories would be carried to the end of her life.

"Fortunately, the result was good." Darkius' words brought the matter to an end. He didn't want to talk about what happened at that time, nor did he want to tell the story of Ryan, and even less did he want to tell how he asked for the soul of Gilead's brother from Ers Haiai.

"Look! My lover is back." Then he pointed to the distant sky.

Ainir and the Asurs followed his gesture and looked. In the originally silent sky, a huge pterosaur gradually emerged. The pterosaur was huge, and its skin glowed with a metallic luster under the afterglow of the setting sun. It was ancient and mysterious, like a legend flying from the distant past. His wings spread out like clouds, and with ancient and heavy power, they cast a shadow covering the sky in the twilight.

The Western Star Pyramid was coated with a layer of golden color by the glow of the setting sun. The towering stone steps climbed up layer by layer, as if they were leading from the earth to the sky, like a mysterious ancient saint looking down at the earth.

The pterosaur circled in the sky, flapping its wings slowly, swooping down towards the towering Western Star Pyramid, and gradually lowering its altitude. The dive gradually slowed down, his wings were almost still, maintaining an amazing balance, and gently landed on the top of the pyramid. The huge claws firmly hooked the stone steps, coiled around the tip of the pyramid, and merged with this sacred building.

"What is that?"

"Pterosaur, a huge pterosaur, I call it God Ha."

"God Ha?"

"Hatzeg Pterosaur, interestingly, his eyesight was not very good before, but now it is fine, he wears a pair of... glasses!"

Everything in Chapeyuto is new to Enil and the Asurs, and they all need to gradually adapt, just like the pacifier, which keeps appearing one after another.

"What are they doing?" As the pterosaur landed, Isharion was attracted by the scene on the corner again.

At the corner, a Duruchi was negotiating with the skin lizard with a bit of anxiety on his face and a hint of ill will in his eyes. His hand occasionally stretched out from his cloak, as if showing some precious items or hinting at a lot of wealth.

The lizard on the opposite side tilted its head, the marquee on its crown kept flashing, and its green eyes flashed with vigilance in the dim light. He always maintained a vigilant posture, and stretched out his left hand with his index finger showing and shaking constantly, and was not moved by Duruqi's sweet words.

His right hand was behind his back, clenched tightly, but because the object he was holding was too huge, a part of it was still exposed. It was a treasure carefully carved from gold, with delicate carvings and some mysterious power. Even though Duruqi's words became more and more earnest, he only shook the thick finger slightly, as if rejecting all requests that were not to his liking. Every swing of his finger implied a warning.

Duruqi looked embarrassed and looked around. Soon he saw a scene that made him dumbfounded. At some point, Duruqi, who was waiting in line behind him, had already slipped away, leaving him behind, who was concentrating on the transaction and did not notice the team approaching. His expression changed rapidly. He wanted to run, and turned around to run, but he couldn't run anymore. The team had already come to him. He could only kneel on the ground.

The elves in the team also noticed the deal in the corner, and their eyes showed some curiosity.

"Trade." Dakus shook his head lightly. He had seen through the minds of both parties in this wrestling. He answered briefly, then raised his hand to signal the lizard that was waving at him, and then explained, "The lizard-style stone between them is a language stone. You also know how obscure our language is, and the lizard language... That stone is used as a bridge of communication. Of course, the function is very simple at present, so some gestures have to be added."

Malanul walked slowly to the side of the kneeling Duruchi, and after confirming that there was no threat, he bent down and picked up the items that fell on the ground.

A small statue, made of wood, carved into the shape of a black panther. But the craftsmanship was obviously not superb, the carving was a bit clumsy, the black panther's body was clumsy, and the lines were rough and unnatural, as if it was made by a beginner.

After taking a look, he couldn't help laughing, and a playful look appeared on his face. Finally, he simply lifted up the clumsy black panther statue and waved it towards the team behind him, with a bit of ridicule on his face. (End of this chapter)