Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

"Child, I can assure you that we will recreate the second 'Day of Blood'!"

Dulias's voice was low and cold, as if coming from the depths of the underworld, and every word cut through the air like a sharp blade, piercing everyone's ears.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed. All Asul's faces froze, and they even held their breaths involuntarily.

This term that made Marcelan cry and made the Asuqi Navy change color when talking about it, was finally spoken by Dulias.

Marlene's hands trembled slightly, and then she clenched her fists subconsciously, with complicated emotions flashing in her eyes. Anger, anxiety, and fear were intertwined. Her lips were slightly opened, but nothing could be said.

"You!" Siglin's eyes widened, and the knuckles of his clenched fists turned white. Her face was filled with anger and her voice was shrill with tremors.

"The glory of the Day of Blood belongs to our Druchi. I experienced that day, and I know exactly what happened, that day! Your fleet became a burning wreckage, and the blood dyed the vast ocean red!" Dulias There was a bit of contempt and coldness in his expression, and his voice The voice became colder and colder, as if every word contained a biting chill, "This is not only history, but also a warning. Do you think we have forgotten it? Do you think we cannot reproduce such glory? You are wrong, we will repeat it. It’s even more magnificent than the first time!”

"It's cruel, like a quagmire, but war is a quagmire, and we Druchi have survived in it for thousands of years. This is our domain." At this time, Darkus stood up, his With calm and sharp eyes and no wavering in his tone, he paused. For a moment, his eyes swept across Bell Ahor's face, and his voice was slow and heavy: "We might as well... speculate on what will happen next? Fenubar may die in this naval battle. At that moment, death might be the best outcome for him."

A complicated expression appeared on Bel-Ahor's face. His throat moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he remained silent. He just clenched his fists and his lowered eyes were full of struggle.

"But what if Finubar did not die, but led the remaining fleet back to Ulthuan? Can you imagine what that would be like? Can you imagine the accusations and questions he would face?"

"I can imagine...but I don't want to." Bel-Aihor nodded bitterly and moved his lips, but only uttered a few unclear syllables. He looked up at Darkus, his eyes full of pain and unwillingness.

"But you cannot escape this possibility. As Finubar's son you must know this. Military alone is not enough for you. Your father will be judged as a failure, no matter how heroic his actions, Regardless of whether he tried his best, failure would hang over him like a shadow.

Those who have never set foot on the battlefield, those powerful people who only know how to point at the map, will stand up and accuse him. Why not retreat earlier? Why not launch an attack in advance? Why was a certain instruction given at a certain time that in hindsight seemed wrong? Why risk it? Why did it fail?

This world is absurd, with many things done wrong, and people who do nothing can stand up and point fingers and criticize. Maybe it’s human nature? We don't discuss philosophy, only politics.

Injustice is the essence of war. War does not reward bravery, it only punishes failure. For Ulthuan, Fenubar's failure means more chaos and more infighting. You must face a cruel reality. No matter how great Finubar is and no matter how much money you have, you will not be able to make him become the Phoenix King after his failure, let alone maintain the unity of Ulthuan. Your thousand-year plan will usher in the end of the world. fail.

When your fleet is gone, you know what's going to happen, don't you? "

Darkus crossed his hands on his chest, his tone still calm.

"So, you want to say that this is all doomed? There is nothing we can change?" Bell-Aihor's shoulders trembled slightly, and there was a hint of anger and helplessness in his voice.

"I don't know... After all, this is just speculation, isn't it? As I just said, there are two time nodes here. What I just mentioned are all one node. Let's discuss the second node.

Without re-enacting the Day of Blood, Druchi failed tactically. The two sides were in a stalemate and finally stopped fighting. Even if Druchi's entire army was annihilated, strategically, Druchi was still the victor.

A victory that would cheer the people of Ulthuan would solidify his political standing. But when the war started to become more intense, your father had no choice. Your father needed to win, keep winning, until he became the Phoenix King. "Dakus's voice was calm, yet as thought-provoking as the abyss.

"If this is the case...our situation." Marlene's brows furrowed even deeper. She raised her head and looked at Darkus with complex eyes and a low tone.

"Absolutely correct." Darkus nodded, with a hint of coldness in his tone, "Sail against the current, and if you don't advance, you retreat. Finubar was put in a position that was difficult to get out of. He couldn't retreat. Retreat. One step means giving up and the thousand-year plan will fail. Imagine what he will do next.

He would recruit more sailors from the kingdoms of Itain and Cosqui, the shipyards would be fully operational, and the coastline would be filled with new ships waiting to be launched. Then, he would have to expand the war from a local conflict to a full-scale war. Because only by winning could he maintain the stability of his faction and his political reputation. "

Bel-Ahor's eyes widened, he was frightened by this prediction.

"But... doing so will only exhaust your resources and manpower! You can't win every battle. Ulthuan doesn't have enough sailors and ships. How long can you last in this continuous war? Sacrificing long-term stability for short-term victory, the outcome is predictable.

Finubar may win many victories, but can he win the entire war and keep Ulthuan alive? This is not something that can be solved by victory after victory. "He walked to the window and looked into the distance, with a meaningful voice.

At the end of the world, the Kingdom of Itaen had the thickest trump card. The famous Itaen Guard had as many as 30 legions. These were not conscripts composed of farmers, brewers and bakers, but regular soldiers.

These warriors were experienced in many battles. Not only themselves, but other garrisons also claimed that the combat experience of the Itaen Guard was more than that of other troops combined. But they did not show a sense of superiority to these praises. These warriors often silently performed the most thankless and dangerous tasks, and never tried to selfishly use their reputation.

Then why did the Kingdom of Itaen have so many experienced warriors? Why didn't other kingdoms have them?

After the opening of the sea, the Kingdom of Itaen got The rich benefits were not obtained by Finnubar, who armed himself with the money accumulated after opening Lothern.

Asur is like this, the political model is there.

He became the Phoenix King, but this Phoenix King is more like the leader of a martial arts conference. When something happens, he relies on his prestige to call everyone together to discuss, and then constantly reconcile the interests of all parties until all parties are satisfied. Of course, this is normal times. In wartime, it is the same, unless the gun is pointed at the head, it has to be changed and done, such as Moville's military reform.

As for taxes and so on, it is pure overthinking. If you pay taxes to the Phoenix King, why didn't you choose Malekith in the first place?

The traditional nobles will support it at the beginning and let the situation pass. After all, there is a defensive alliance between the kingdoms of Ulthuan. After the destruction of Twilight Fortress, , the Phoenix King "Sage" Bel-Hathor must make a statement.

Therefore, Duruchi must not only resist the first wave, but also fight well and beautifully, and use military to influence politics, so that the original revenge becomes long-term and turns into a high-intensity protracted war.

After the long-term, the traditional nobles invested their own money to support Finnubar to become the Phoenix King? What a great spirit. Do you want to go home? After losing your own ships, rely on other nobles to defend your territory?

The organizational structure of the Asur Navy is complex, but also simple. Aislin is the trump card of the Finnubar faction. It gathers the elite of the Kingdom of Itain and Cosqui and is the central fleet of Ulthuan. In addition to guarding Lothern, it can also be used as a strike fleet. It is the sharpest blade of Asur at sea.

The second echelon is the fleet deployed in various colonies. fleet, such as the Twilight Fortress Fleet under the command of Admiral Siglin.

The third echelon is the ships of each family, which are usually used for trade, patrol or looting. When war comes, they respond, assemble, or add to the central fleet, or because of strategic needs, form the second fleet, the third fleet, the squadron, etc.

Before the iteration of the naval battle mode, such as the sailing battleship against the ironclad ship, the Greek fire, etc., the continuous battle is consumption, bleeding, and the competition is who has thicker blood.

As the spokesperson of the traditionalists, Bel-Hathor will definitely not support long-term, even if he wants to, he has no capital. But Finnubar wants to take the throne, so at this time, he can only hold on. The Kingdom of Cosqui will provide people, the Kingdom of Itain will provide money, and the nobles of the Kingdom of Iris who support Finnubar will provide money and people.

Before the sea is opened, how long can Finnubar last, and how long can Marin's father grit his teeth and all the family funds last. The marginal families in the faction will definitely support in the early stage, and even send their direct descendants to participate in the war, just like Tyrion and his friends robbed the Duruchi ship, but there were casualties.

The child died and the money was gone.

When the marginal families face this situation, there are only two choices, become more hysterical, all in! Or stop the loss in time.

Once it lasts for a long time, the division and collapse of the faction are inevitable, and Finnubar's rise to power will become a moon in the water and a flower in the mirror.

In fact, as Daquus just said, there are many military solutions, with various tricks and endless changes. He can surround the point and attack the reinforcements, attract the Asur fleet to Anaheim for a decisive battle. He can also prepare the Duruchi navy, blow up the Twilight Fortress after the preparation, and then the trajectory of things will be just as he had previously inferred.

Finnubar can't afford it, but Daquus can, because the ultimate goal of Duruchi is to capture Ulthuan, not to defend Naggaroth and Asheril.

But Dacus was not ready to do so for the time being. He let Finnubar feel his attitude, and Finnubar responded that he was ready to change the solution.

"There is no choice at all. We can only sink deeper and deeper into the quagmire." Marin raised her head with a complicated look in her eyes.

"This is a realistic necessity, unless you can find a way to fundamentally stop this war, but as far as I know, no? The quagmire will only get deeper and deeper, whether it is Druch or Asul, We will all pay a heavy price for this. We are no longer friends, we no longer drink and laugh together, but enemies with blood feud, our relatives and friends will die in this ongoing war." Si turned around and looked at Marin deeply.

After a while, he returned to his seat. After saying so much, his mouth was a little dry. But before pouring the wine, he handed the Holy Soul Reef to Bel-Aihor.

Bel-Ahor was stunned at first, his eyes moving back and forth between Darkus and the ornaments. After a moment, he tentatively stretched out his hand, but did not take it immediately. Darkus patiently handed it over and motioned for him to catch it.

The jewelry is beautiful and unique, consisting of a finely carved soul stone and an ornate chain. The shape of the soul stone is like a smooth drop of water, as if it were polished from a whole piece of transparent sapphire. Blue light emanates from the inside of the soul stone, and a mysterious energy is flowing. He stared down at it, as if he could feel a strange and surging power being transmitted to him through this object.

The soul stone is surrounded by exquisite metal trim, and the trim is engraved with complex runes, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story. The overall design is flawless and harmonious, full of a strange beauty.

The surrounding atmosphere changed subtly.

The eyes of Marlene, Siegelin, and Adriana were attracted. They either turned around or stood up, their eyes full of shock and curiosity, staring at the Holy Soul Reef in Bel Ahor's hand.

"A true holy object." Adriana stared at the soul stone closely, with awe in her eyes.

Bel-Ahor held the Holy Soul Reef, his palms slightly sweaty. He felt the heavy weight of this jewelry, not only its physical weight, but also the meaning behind it. It symbolizes Marcelan's will and is an existence that cannot be ignored.

"Hold it and feel its power. This is Marcelan's token, the link between us and the sea. I don't think it belongs to me, nor does I think it belongs to Druch. It is a bridge between us. It belongs to Marselan believers. Close your eyes and feel it carefully to see if Marselan responds to you."

Darkus, who had finished drinking the juice, watched this scene with a somewhat meaningful tone.

Bel-Aihor's hands were trembling slightly, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the Holy Soul Reef in his hand. He could feel that the flowing energy was gradually becoming clearer, as if it was calling for something and waiting for a response.

At this moment, the Holy Soul Reef suddenly lit up.

It was a light that could not be described in words, like the shimmer emerging from the deep sea, or like the brilliance of the rising sun rising from the water. The blue light spread like water waves, covering the entire room in a gentle but unignorable light.

Bel-Ahor's eyes widened, and the surrounding Asurs also looked shocked.

"This is..." Marlene whispered, her tone full of disbelief.

Bel-Aihor's body stiffened, and the hand holding the Holy Soul Reef trembled slightly. He lowered his head, closed his eyes, and felt the softness of the Holy Soul Reef.

At this moment, the whole room became extremely quiet, and even the sound of breathing seemed to disappear. Everyone held their breath and looked at the Holy Soul Reef.

Bel-Aihor opened his mouth, but found that he could not say anything at all. Countless emotions surged through his heart, including awe, shock, a hint of uneasiness, and a belief that was hard to ignore.

The light gradually faded, and the Holy Soul Reef returned to its original appearance, but every inch of its texture seemed to be glowing with an imperceptible brilliance, as if it was still conveying the will of the gods.

Darkus stood up gently, but he did not walk to Bel-Ehor, but paced.

Bel-Ahor held the Holy Soul Reef tightly, opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and then spread his palms.

"This jewelry, or...artifact? It's very strange and possesses many complex spells." After seeing it, Darkus said slowly, with a hint of deep and meaningful power in his tone. He paused for a moment, his eyes swept across the faces of the Asurs, and finally landed on the Holy Soul Reef in Bel-Ahor's hands, "But that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that this jewelry The reason why it is called an artifact is that it has a very special ability. It can store and collect the souls of Marcelan believers! "

"Through this jewelry, I can become the incarnation of Marcelan, the being who dominates the sea!" He walked up to Bel-Ahor, his eyes were deep, and his voice was not high, but it was like thunder in every Asu. There was an explosion in your ears, shaking the souls of the Asurs.

"This... how is this possible?" Bel-Aihor held the Holy Soul Reef tightly, with cold sweat on his palms. His eyes widened and his voice trembled slightly.

"How is this possible? You are asked to say this. Is Marcelan weaker than Lilith? Didn't you see the Staff of the Moon when you were in the White Tower of Hoth? Didn't you hear the story of the Star Crown when you were a child? Why are your aunt and Finarfin always looking for the Sun Flame Talisman?" Darkus was left speechless by Bel-Ehor.

"Dakeus, for the sake of us being friends, don't embarrass him."

"As you command! My lady." Darkus straightened up after making an extremely funny bow. The funnyness on his face faded instantly, and his tone became low and solemn. "Imagine that when we fight, I become Mather. What will happen after Lan's incarnation?"

"Dark clouds quickly gathered on the horizon, covering the entire sky. The sunlight was swallowed up instantly, and the whole world fell into deep darkness. The clouds seemed to be torn apart by invisible forces, and white thunder and lightning shuttled freely through them, making a deafening roar. .

The sea surface began to roll violently, and the originally calm waters became restless, roaring like boiling water. With a low and distant roar, huge waves rose from the sea level, one after another, seemingly endless, and finally turned into a wave of hundreds of meters high, like an angry giant.

The strong wind roared past, carrying the biting sea water, cutting the air like a sharp blade, burying all sounds in its roar. The battleship engulfed by the huge waves was like a small toy. It was thrown into the air and then fell heavily and was torn into pieces. Thunder and lightning shot down from the dark clouds, directly hitting the sea surface, exploding into a blinding brilliance. The seawater was instantly evaporated into white mist, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burning.

The power of the huge waves shook the world and even tore the mountains on the land to the point of collapse. The whole world seemed to be trembling in front of this terrifying power.

This is not a natural rage! It is the embodiment of Marcelan's will and the most direct demonstration of the power of dominating the sea! "

There was a suffocating solemnity in the air, as if all Assur had witnessed this horrific scene with their own eyes, and their souls were deeply shocked.

"All of this is not a fantasy. When I become the incarnation of Marcelan, these will all become a reality. Dark clouds, thunder and lightning flash, huge waves surge, and the power will swallow everything. Of course, you can choose to believe it, or you can choose to ignore it. , but you can’t avoid it.”

Darkus' voice was calm but filled with unparalleled majesty.

"So... the previous assumptions do not exist. There is no stalemate, no bloodletting, and no quagmire. No matter what you do, destruction will be inevitable. The second day of blood is not a joke, not an empty threat, but It's extremely real.

Are you followers of Matheran? Yes! Will you die? Yes! What happens next? The Holy Soul Reef will store and collect the souls of Marcelan believers. After the decisive battle, the souls in the Holy Soul Reef will be full. Even more extreme, even if it is not enough, I can choose to sacrifice Druchi who believes in Marcelan until I became the avatar of Marcelan for the second time! "

"Darkus, I believe you wouldn't do this, otherwise we wouldn't be sitting here, talking about these things like friends, right? If you really want to do this, you are wasting your time, because this It doesn't make any sense, does it?"

At this time, Marin had regained her composure, and she vaguely figured out Darkus' path.

"Marlene, you are very smart, I like it. Yes, if I really had this intention, we would not sit here and talk calmly like this." Darkus' eyes were calm and deep, he paused, and his voice He became a little softer, "But you have to understand that sometimes threats are not necessarily used to achieve, but to avoid a worse situation. I am describing a worst possibility, not my intention. The second and third days of blood are just a choice.”

"So, Darkus, what is the real goal? Behind these assumptions, what do you really want to achieve?" Marin nodded, her eyes still locked on Darkus' face. In fact, she already knew, but it was not hers to say, at least for now.

"At first, I didn't understand why Marcelan would give me such a precious artifact. Its significance is so great and its power is so terrifying. I once doubted whether I could afford such a heavy responsibility." He turned around and walked towards the window, looking at the stadium with deep and complicated eyes, "But then Come, I gradually understood. He was not simply giving me this piece of jewelry, but was conveying a mission and a responsibility to me. He made me understand that my existence was not just for Druch. It’s for conquest and revenge, but for the balance of the sea and the stability of this world.”

"This is not just an artifact, nor is it just a glory. It is a trial, a mission, and a constraint. Through it, I can mobilize the power of the sea, but I must also take it as a warning and not cross the limit! Marcelan gave me the artifact, not for me to use it like this. Marcelan trusted me, and I must respond to his trust and guide this power with wisdom and faith instead of abusing it to kill his believers and let him! cry!"

A solemn silence fell in the room, and every elf was deeply shocked by his words.

"Marthelan has not responded to you, but he has not abandoned you. He has always loved you. He loves every believer. So, Bel-Ahor, feel what it means. It doesn't just belong to me, it belongs to Every Marcelan believer, and this world. Do you understand?" Darkus slowly walked back to his seat, picked up the wine glass, took a sip of wine, and then put down the glass with a smile.

"I...I understand...I will keep everything you said in mind." Bel-Aihor nodded solemnly. The initial shock in his eyes was no longer there, but a deep awe and awe. Agreeing, after speaking, he handed the Holy Soul Reef back to Darkus.

"When I figured out the meaning of Matheran handing over the Holy Soul Reef to me, I found Belloda. Twilight Fortress still stands there today, and I was determined to go to Elsin Alvin. Belloda should have told you what happened later. Obian... Claw Sea... When I was in the Claw Sea, Matheran guided me to find the Trident of the Sea.

I think... if I didn't go to Elsin Alvin, but after dealing with the affairs of the Lustria continent, Matheran would never tell me about the Trident of the Sea, even... Belloda should have told you what happened when we were preparing to land in Seatirta?"

After taking back the Holy Soul Reef, Dacus spoke slowly. He didn't say that sentence because it was meaningless. At the end, he raised a question. After seeing the Asurs nod, he also nodded. As expected, Belloda had no reason not to tell about such a scene of showing his holiness in front of people. He knew Belloda too well.

"Did Kaeya tell you about this when you were in Laurenloren? Tell it from another perspective." Soon, he asked again. When the Asur nodded, he was stunned.

"Kaeya didn't, but Belloda did. She talked about a lot, such as the existence of the Holy Soul Reef, the Trident of the Sea, and the Scepter of the Deep Sea. She told it again after meeting Siglin and Finarfin... It was even more exciting than the time in Athel Loren!" Marin said while stretching out her open left hand.

"This..." Dacus looked at Flanes speechlessly.

Flanes made Dacus' classic move, he spread his hands and shrugged.

"Well, there's nothing to say about what happened next. I just asked a lot of whys, why did the gods stand on my side? I believe you all have the answer in your heart." Dacus took a deep breath, turned his eyes away from Flanes, looked around at the Asurs present, and his tone became serious and low.

"Recognition, trust, responsibility and obligation, these are the reasons why the gods chose me. There are many elven gods, each of them is in charge of different areas of the world, each god has their own will, and the power given to us mortals is both a gift and a test.

Recognition, because I understand the fragility and complexity of this world; trust, because the gods believe that I will not live up to this trust; responsibility, because I am willing to bear the responsibility of protecting the balance of the world; obligation, because I must fight for more lives and for the long-term survival of the world."

"So, the gods chose you, chose... you as an ancient saint. Not because you can conquer the world, but because you can protect the balance of the world." Marin's eyes were filled with complex emotions.

"That's right, abusing power will only accelerate the destruction of the world, and truly controlling power can bring hope. Every time I gaze at the Holy Soul Reef, I have to ask myself: is it for protection or for destruction? If the answer is the latter, I will stop everything in my hands."

The atmosphere in the room became quieter, and everyone was thinking about Daquus's words.

"I understand, Dacus. This is a long and difficult road, but at least now, I can understand why you are trusted by the gods. I hope you can always remember what you said today and never let us down." Marlene broke the silence and nodded slowly. Then, she stood up, tidied her clothes, and asked seriously, "So! Dacus, what do you need us to do? Or... what do you want us to do?"

The eyes of the Druks in the private room lit up. They came. After a long preparation and the collapse of psychological defenses, they finally came.

"Marlene, I don't need you to do anything, and I am not qualified to ask you to do anything. There is only one thing I can tell you. Before taking action, see the overall situation and think about the direction." Dacus lowered his head and chuckled, then looked up and looked directly at Marlene. His tone was still calm but with a hint of unquestionable power.

He looked around at every Asur present, and his tone became more serious. "You are Asur, an indispensable part of this world. I hope you understand that this world does not need too much destruction and fighting, it needs hope and order. Every step you take has far-reaching consequences, and every decision may determine the fate of countless people."

He paused and pointed at himself, "Everything I do is not to make anyone submit, but to prevent the world from collapsing. Fighting and conquering are not the ultimate answers. This is the most important point I want you to understand."

"I know, but specifically, Dacus, what is your plan? How should we cooperate? Or... how should I report when I go back? Let's talk openly next, okay? Finnubar needs an accurate response so that he can think, judge, and then respond to you."

Marin nodded, but her brows were still furrowed. After all, it was she who said it, not Dacus. (End of this chapter)