Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Vezlin was originally in charge of the improvement of the Tower of Wealth in the Temple District, but he received the news of a banquet at the Mask Palace. When he rushed over, many dignitaries and his nephew's friends were already standing in the Mask Palace.

He was not at all confused about the banquet, because he had heard the continuous sound of horns before, which meant that a very distinguished guest had arrived. What he was curious about now was who the guest was.

"The first high priest, if I am not mistaken, one of us will have to deal with her frequently in the future." Dulias responded calmly, and at the same time, he looked at Talos who was standing not far away. After Talos felt that he was being watched, he followed his gaze and looked over. When he saw that it was him, he nodded friendly and then stood there silently.

"Times have really changed. Look at everything around me, the temples, the pyramids, Ainir, Asrai, and the black ark covering the coastline in the distance. Although some of them were created by me, they still make me feel strange." As Dulias's family, brother, and adjutant, Vizilin certainly knew the meaning of Dulias looking at Talos, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"Changes are indeed unfamiliar, but we must adapt, don't we? After all, the tide of the times will not stop for anyone, whether it is you or me." Dulias's eyes flickered slightly, and he said indifferently.

"Yes, the times will always move forward, but when I think of the era we used to live in, and look at everything now, it is inevitable that I feel a little dazed." Vizilin nodded silently, with a bit of complicated emotions in his eyes.

"That's because we are at the forefront. We once pioneered an old era, and now we embrace the new era. We are still one of those who can influence the situation. Adapt to it, embrace it, and use it. You know, Vizlin, we are a family, and we will not be the forgotten part." Dulias smiled and patted Vizlin on the shoulder, with a little more determination in his tone.

Vizlin nodded, and just as he was about to say something else, he heard footsteps. The moment he looked in the direction of the footsteps, a smile appeared on his face.

"Uncle Vizlin." Colonia walked over quickly and hugged Vizlin.

"Ah~ Little Colonia, I'm so glad to see you." Vizlin patted Colonia on the back, with a little elder's love in his smile,

Colonia smiled and left Vizlin's arms, then turned to Dulias and gently hugged her father. Dulias opened his arms, hugged his daughter in his arms, and looked at his daughter's face with tenderness and a little relief in his eyes.

"Back?" Dulias asked after the hug, with a calm concern in his tone.

"Yes, father." Colonia nodded and chuckled.

Dulias smiled slightly, then looked at Alatar and Drusala who were approaching, and nodded to them and gestured slightly. Alatar was the fiancée of his son Maranul. Although it was not decided by him, he was very satisfied with the marriage. Alatar's dignity and calmness were what he admired. He didn't care about family background, and he didn't need to care.

Drusala was his nephew's fiancée. As an uncle and a member of the family, he couldn't judge anything. He was satisfied with everything now. It would be better if his brother was still by his side. In his opinion, everything was developing in a good direction, and he was ready to embrace the new era, but when he thought of his daughter's marriage in front of him, he felt bad.

"Don't look at it, she still has some things to deal with." After greeting, Colonia saw Walter looking around with expectation in his eyes. She smiled wickedly and teased. As a person who had experienced it, she knew why Walter behaved like this.

"Our family seems to be more vibrant than before..." Seeing this scene, the corners of Witzlin's mouth rose slightly. He already knew about Walter and Whitney, and smiled softly to Dulias. The next moment, his words stopped and his smile faded. He saw a team slowly approaching. His eyes quickly swept across the crowd and gradually became solemn. Even though the dusk deepened and the figures in the distance were blurred, he still caught a series of unusual figures.

"It seems that tonight's banquet will be more complicated than expected?" His brows frowned slightly, and his thoughts quickly surged in his mind. Why are these Asur here? For a moment, he thought of countless possibilities, and then he turned to look at Dulias and whispered.

"Just like when we went to Elsin Alvin to pick them up, we will attend this banquet as a family. You and I will just wait and see what happens." Seeing this scene, Dulias' smile was still calm, but his eyes were a little more sinister.

It would have been fine if he didn't talk about it. Once he talked about it, Vizilin frowned even more. The banquet that was halfway through left him with an indelible impression. He had been on the sea for a hundred years, and this was the first time he encountered such a terrifying thing.

"Also, you watch Hoha and let him drink less. You know him. You also know our nephew, Maslan, I don't want to be caught in the middle." Dulias reminded as the team approached.

The flow of people gathered again, and after the hug with Drusala ended, Dakuus introduced them one by one. Under his mediation, the elves who originally wanted to peel off each other's skin when they saw each other maintained a strange friendly atmosphere. Then there was nothing else. He called Geron, who was going to stay with the sea guards and not going to attend the banquet, and then the group entered the Mask Palace.

At the banquet, there was no option to walk around, talk to each other, and organize a buffet. There was no idea of ​​placing a fixed long table nearly ten meters long, let alone a square table like the one in Athel Loren. Of course, there are tables, but they are a bit special, or abstract, at least to the elves who saw the venue for the first time.

A huge ring-shaped table was placed there, covered in one piece by a luxurious dark red tablecloth that stretched to the edge of the table, showing a solemn sense of ceremony. On the tablecloth was a large ring that matched the table. Shape transparent glass...

The center of the table is recessed and decorated with carefully arranged silver candlesticks. The simple shape is dotted with complicated patterns. Each candlestick is burning with multiple long candles. The candlelight flickers on and off with the gentle breeze. Swaying, reflecting a warm and solemn atmosphere.

Among the candlesticks, tropical flowers are dotted, and the bright flowers form a strong contrast with the broad green leaves. The purple, orange and emerald green tones complement the deep red tablecloth, adding a strong exotic flavor to the tabletop without blocking the view or affecting the diners' conversations. The crystal silver tableware was neatly arranged, and a dark silk napkin was folded between the knives and forks. The glossy surface shone slightly coldly under the candlelight.

"Can that piece of glass rotate?" Eltharion asked softly.

"Yes, if you are right, there is a slide below, similar to the style of Cathay? But not so big, and... they use two strange pieces of wood when dining on this kind of table, which they call chopsticks and 梜"I forgot, it's not the current fork." Fenafin responded hesitantly. He thought he was well-informed, but he had never seen the scene before him.

"Sit down first." Marlene's words interrupted the rest of the conversation.

"Dorian Silver Blade, Chupa Coco." After Dacus washed his hands and sat down, Dorian and Chupa Coco came back, and he started a new round of introductions.

After the introductions were over, the crowd took their seats again. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he stared at Chupa Coco with a weird expression that he couldn't hide. The other guests at the banquet were also attracted, especially the Enils from Lauren Loren. Their eyes were filled with curiosity, absurdity, and even a bit of surprise. Chupacoco didn't realize it at all, and was concentrating on tinkering with the napkin in his hand. Then, he shook the napkin out as if nothing had happened, rolled it carefully a few times, and carefully stuffed it into the necklace clasp around his neck, as if he thought this was the only way to do it. It is the most noble and decent usage. The napkin hung crookedly on his chest, looking particularly funny, which made the elves laugh. Some even covered their mouths and chuckled quietly. And he was busy with his head down and his face serious, completely immersed in his own unique etiquette.

"How did things go?" Darkus shook his head speechlessly, then looked at Dorian and asked.

"Caught!" Dorian's words were concise and horrifying. According to his understanding, he should not tell this matter at the banquet at this time. However, he saw Darkus' gesture to spread the word, and he continued to tell the story. He stood up, "The Kane assassin from the Desolate City discovered him when he was dining in a restaurant in the dock area. It seems that he..." He shook his head at the end.

"It seems that he is a little confused about the situation? According to the existing laws, what should we do?" Darkus nodded and looked at Maranur, who was sitting next to an empty seat.

"The existing law has not reached this point, but now it does? My opinion is to sacrifice him to Sotek. Of course, there is no need to be so hasty." Maranur said casually, playing with a knife. , as if this was an insignificant matter, but the matter of life and death was fully reflected in his words and attitude at this moment.

"What's your opinion? And can you take off that damn tablecloth?" Darkus looked at Chupa Coco again. Chupa Coco's weird appearance was particularly dazzling in his eyes. That feeling Just like after putting on sandals and shorts, you also put on socks, or special black or dark blue cotton socks, and then hang a bunch of rattling keys on your belt.

"I agree!" Chupa Coco puffed out her chest and patted the tablecloth on her chest in a showy manner without any intention of taking it off. While patting the tablecloth, the words came out of his mouth leisurely.

The guests present were surprised again. They looked at each other in disbelief and confirmed. The reason why they did this was because they heard Elthalin from the mouth of a lizard. Although the tone was strange, it was indeed Elthalin, the language of the elves.

"Introducing again, "Elf Friend" Chupa Coco, my good friend, the famous Skink Priest in the Lustria continent, the best Skink in Elf language, now responsible for managing the affairs of Chapeiuto "After seeing the guest's reaction, Darkus gave a detailed introduction and saw that Chupa was not sure. After getting ready to stand up and make some funny moves, he looked in the direction of Walter and Dorian, his eyes became cold and sharp, and ruthless words came out of his mouth, "No one can protect his behavior. Find a novice, skin him, hang it in the dock area, and finally sacrifice it to Sotek."

"Law!" Maranur raised his knife to greet Darkus.

"What did he do? To make you so angry?" Kaia asked cautiously.

She could clearly feel that the atmosphere of the banquet became a little depressing as Darkus' words appeared, and her companions beside her and the Asurs on the other side became a little nervous. It was also the first time she saw another side of Darkus, and she knew she was the only one among the guests who could say anything.

"At noon, the Kane assassin killed a lizard, and the nature was very bad!" Dacus narrated slowly.

The Duruchi who fooled the lizard when he came back was okay, at least it was still within the normal trading range. The lizard could refuse his transaction and then continue to trade with the Duruchi in line behind him until he met a favorite and satisfactory item to exchange.

But the Kane assassin was different. He might be testing his attitude, he might be a fanatic, he might have taken too much, he might be dissatisfied with the surrounding environment, he might be indifferent, arrogant, he might be angry because he was dissatisfied with the lizard's refusal, maybe... whatever it might be, it doesn't matter anymore.

The important thing is that he took out his weapon on the spot and hit the lizard, and took away the trading item in the lizard's hand. After he did everything, he found a place to eat and drink as if nothing had happened.

There is no doubt that this matter is vicious. Dacus doesn't care about Kane's followers or Kane's reaction. This is a challenge to his authority and a trampling and mockery of all the order he has established. If he doesn't use thunder to deter, if he dares to touch the spirit lizard today, he will dare to touch the Slan tomorrow, and he dare not even think about the day after tomorrow. Asheril is his, and even if Cain comes, he will be beaten twice. Anyone who dares to provoke here will pay the price of blood.

The assassin's wail will resound throughout the dock area and pierce the entire night. He wants to let the Duruchi in the active dock area know what happened, let the Duruchi know his attitude, and let the Duruchi understand that no matter where they come from, no matter what their background is, in this land, his authority is the only rule, as long as they dare to provoke, he will make the other party feel an unbearable price.

In addition, he also took this opportunity to let the elves present know his attitude towards Cain and his believers. After returning, he plans to find an opportunity to deal with the Cain sect headed by Helleben.

Moreover, there are many Cosqui elves among his friends, such as Aideanna, Beloda, Kaia, and Seonlan, all of whom he has to express.

Hellebron seemed to be in conflict with Cosqui, and had left an indelible impression on the Cosqui elves as early as the Great Sundering. Various underhanded means emerged one after another. The large-scale immigration of Cosqui elves was related to the environment of Maslan, the ocean and the kingdom, but this only accounted for a small part. More was due to the Great Sundering and the local collapse of the earth.

"How about that today?" Ryan, who felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong, stood up and asked. Seeing that the elves present did not react, he stood up again and imitated Maranul's actions, "Black Panther!"

The elves who were not present at the time did not know what Ryan was expressing, but Duruchi, who was present at the time, had understood it. They laughed with various emotions, and other elves present at the time also laughed, trying to ease the atmosphere.

"His luck finally came." Cowell performed in a funny tone.

"In my opinion, his craftsmanship is suitable, very suitable!" Hoha also echoed.

Dacus smiled and made a casual gesture. Maybe the black panther meant something to Ryan, maybe Ryan needed some supplies or something? He didn't care. Then, sitting opposite the door, he snapped his fingers and pointed in the direction of the door, indicating that there were guests.

There were four guests, one of whom was recorded in the history books of Asur and was very famous. (End of this chapter)