Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

"You know, if such a big family is attacked from outside, it will not be killed immediately. This is what the ancients said, 'A centipede will not die even if it is stiff'. It must first commit suicide at home before it can be completely defeated." - Chapter 74 of "Dream of Red Mansions"

The oath is more like a patch, like the "Hippocratic Oath" and the enlistment oath of some countries' armies... They are not omnipotent, but just a constraint, a temporary commitment.

Dacus lowered his eyes and fell into a long period of contemplation. The atmosphere around him seemed to solidify, and the Asurs had complicated expressions, as if they were trying to weigh their inner emotions and the pressure of reality. The Drukis were also suffering, and they were waiting for him to say the next words.

"Darkius, we have come this far. The defense of Ulthuan... I can't stop your actions, nor can I deny that the road to Ulthuan from Duruchi has been opened. Since this road must exist, at least don't lose control completely when you are moving, okay?" Marlene finally sighed, her eyes swept over every Duruchi present, and finally nodded slowly, with a hint of helplessness and pleading in her voice that could not be concealed.

"I understand your inner struggle, Marlene, but I hope you remember that this is not a simple invasion, but an impact on the existing order. I said that the new order will replace the old order, and this step... is just the beginning.

Both Duruchi and Asur must accept the fact that the old world has begun to collapse, and the new order is about to be born. All we can do is to guide it as much as possible, rather than being swallowed by it." Darkius nodded gently, his eyes were neither proud nor relaxed, but more of a deep thought.

The sun outside the window was still bright, shining on everyone, but everyone's heart was shrouded in a shadow. At this moment, what they face is not only the enemy, but also their own choices and the test of fate.

The Asur looked at each other, some were silent, some nodded, but more of them were a complex emotion that could not be explained. It seems that the road from Duruchi to Ulthuan has been opened? But at the end of this road, is it the hope of peace or the abyss of destruction? No one can say for sure.

"Let's talk about something practical. I chose to open a clinic in Lothern after careful consideration. Lothern is not only the political center of the elves, but also the core area of ​​economy and culture. It is a city that the whole world yearns for, a prosperous trade hub, and a multi-faceted international metropolis.

Lothern not only represents the glory of the elves, but is also one of the wonders of the known world. People who have been there will never forget it, although I haven't been there myself.

This means that there are a lot of customers there, and I have a lot of friends. I like the hustle and bustle. We can have a drink or play cards, dance, and talk about the past, present, and future after a day's work."

Darkius paused after speaking, his eyes swept back and forth between the Asurs, with a sincerity that could not be ignored, "But now, I need to discuss a more critical issue. I hope that when necessary, you can open the Emerald Gate! Make Lothern an undefended city."

The room fell into a brief silence, and the eyes of the Asurs became complicated, with a little vigilance and anger.

"Emerald Gate... do you know what this means?" Bel-Ahor asked in a low voice, with an undisguised shock in his voice.

"You said this, of course I know that the Emerald Gate is the only gateway to the Inner Sea of ​​Ulthuan. Through it, I can enter the Inner Sea of ​​Ulthuan and go to the Temple of Asuryan." Daquus nodded speechlessly, his tone calm but full of power. He paused and continued, "I understand that this request seems bold and may even make you feel uneasy. But this is an opportunity, an opportunity to find new answers for Ulthuan and the whole world."

"I will not make such a request lightly, because I understand the symbolic meaning of the Emerald Gate to you. But if it comes to that critical moment, the future of Ulthuan is closely related to this decision... I hope you can make the right choice." His voice was full of sincerity and power that could not be ignored.

"Can you be more specific?" Marin frowned and said slowly.

Liu Bang's team is mainly composed of people from Peifeng Group, Zhu Yuanzhang's team is from Fengyang, and God's brother's team is from Jintian...

When it comes to Daquus, his elf team is the Krakalond Group, his family, the Takaia family, the Mogar family, the Cold Eye family, the Thorn family, plus some others, such as his lover, Dorian, Kladin, etc., with the expansion of power and a visit to Elsin Alvin, it has become more diverse, and so on and so forth...

Now, the Duruchi in the private room are all members of his team. There are some things they know, and some things they don't know. Now, it's time to know.

"Before the war on land begins, Malekith and I need to go to the Temple of Asuryan in the Dream Sea. In my opinion, this is the best solution."

Marin didn't say anything. She knew what Daquus was talking about. Malekith needed to step into the Holy Fire again. In her opinion, being crowned as the Phoenix King was indeed the best solution. Once Malekith's identity is confirmed by Asuryan, the Phoenix Guard will support Malekith, the subsequent war will become smoother, Ulthuan's resistance will be weaker, and many people will survive this war.

"If he was burned to death, it means he was not!" Darkus's words were as sharp as a blade, piercing people's hearts. There was a hint of cold determination and unquestionable courage in his tone. His eyes swept over Marlene, with a deep insight, as if he had seen through Marlene's unfinished words, "This is why Malekith and I are going to the Asuryan Temple together!"

Marlene's eyes widened, filled with complex emotions. She knew that what Darkus said was not an exaggeration in the slightest. If Malekith still failed to pass the Holy Fire Trial for the second time, it meant that Malekith had not been recognized by Asuryan and could not legitimately become the Phoenix King. Her previous actions with Finubar in opening the Emerald Door would become a farce.

"If he dies, I won't waste time mourning, not even for a second. I will step into the holy fire after him and use my life to prove myself!" Darkus doesn't have Marlene, she has too much time to think. , the voice became even colder.

Marin was even more shocked, with disbelief in her eyes. It was hard for her to imagine that Darkus in front of her could be so calm and decisive in planning this path full of unknowns and dangers.

There was a dead silence in the private room, and Darkus' words exploded in everyone's hearts like thunder. The expressions of the Druchs were full of shock. Some clenched their wine glasses, some opened their mouths slightly, and some even straightened their backs subconsciously, as if they were facing some incredible truth.

But soon, except for Dulias, Walter and Dorian, the expressions of the other Druchi gradually softened, and expressions of relief appeared on their faces. They thought of what they had experienced in Elsin Alvin, and of Darkus's determination, courage and fearlessness, and his insight into the future.

However, while relieved, there was also deeper anxiety and entanglement emerging in their eyes.

"What if...Darkus is also swallowed by the holy fire?"

This thought surged silently in their hearts, like a lingering haze. No one dared to ask, but almost everyone was silently thinking about this possibility.

"Dakeus, I have to ask... what if... what if... you are also burned to death?" Walter's voice finally broke the silence, his hand holding the cane trembling, his tone There was a little hesitation, but more of an uneasiness.

"Relax, my old friend. If I can't pass the Holy Fire, it means that our Druchi is not qualified to be the Phoenix King. Everything, the thousands of years of turmoil, is just a lie. By then, I would rather become ashes in the fire. At that time... this was a good idea, like just now?" Darkus spread his hands, with a hint of joking in his smile, but also looked extremely cold.

"This is too risky, this is too risky, Darkus!" Dulias took a deep breath and frowned.

"It is precisely because there is no absolute guarantee of success that we need the courage to try. The real danger is not the Holy Fire, but ourselves who have given up trying!" Darkus said with unshakable determination in his tone.

"Father, Dacus will succeed, I believe in him!" Malanur stood up, with an unshakable belief in his tone. He raised his head and looked at Dulias with bright eyes, "I have seen too much along the way from Ersin Alvin."

Dulias pursed his lips and did not respond immediately, but there was a hint of wavering in his eyes. His fists were still clenched and their knuckles were white, obviously the inner conflict had not subsided.

"Father, think about it, why did those sons of Asuryan choose to come to Asriel? Is it just because they were exiled by Lauren Loren? No!" Malanur continued.

His question made other elves in the private room look thoughtful. Some people frowned, and some murmured in low voices. Obviously, they were also trying to find answers.

"No, they were not just exiled, they were looking for new faith! They saw the prophecies Asuryan gave them! In Elsin Alvin, in Lauren Loren, in Tal Litane Your temple of Asuryan, we have all seen it!

My brother is not simply chasing power, he doesn't need it at all, he can stay on this continent, he is looking for a new path for the entire Druch! This is not only his mission, but also our mission! Whether he is stepping into the Holy Fire or meeting future challenges, I believe he can do it and he can succeed! " He waved his fists and looked around the room, his voice becoming more determined.

"My brother, do you need me to give you a big hug?" Darkus opened his arms with a smile on his face, but he stood there with his feet showing no intention of moving.

"Get lost!" Malanur rolled his eyes, but raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Hahahaha." Darkus laughed heartily.

"You are never alone, brother. We will be with you until the end!" The brother's laughter was infectious when it ended. When Maranur spoke again, his tone became softer and more sincere.

Dulias, who saw this scene, shook his head and said nothing. He was a little relieved, but also a little angry. Obviously, there were some key things that he never knew, and until now... he is still half-clear about them.

Bel-Aihor's eyes quietly fell on the two of them. There was a hint of envy in his eyes, and he lowered his head and took a sip of wine to hide his emotions. He and his brother Yelian have never had such openness and trust. Even though they share blood, there is always an invisible barrier between them.

The quiet atmosphere was broken by the other druchis in the room.

"Dakeus, I support your choice!" Walter stood up on crutches and spoke first, with a firm tone.

"Counting us three brothers and sisters, no matter what you have to face next, we will stand by your side." Ren, who had been silent, then agreed.

"You have guided our current path, and we will accompany you into the future!" Cowell raised his glass with a solemn expression.

"I seem to...have no choice, don't I? Or...I have already made my choice when we were in the throne room." Dorian spread his hands.

Drusala didn't say anything, but nodded firmly.

The successive statements pushed the atmosphere in the room to a new climax, and all eyes focused on Darkus with support and expectation.

"Thank you, my family, my lover, my partner, my friend. This is not my choice, but our choice. We will face and bear each step together, for... ...The future of the elves!" Darkus' eyes swept across everyone's faces, he raised his glass, his tone was calm but with an unshakable power.

"For the future!" Everyone shouted in unison, and the sound of clinking wine glasses echoed in the private room for a long time.

Having said this, Marin finally swallowed the question. Asking such a question now is tantamount to an idiotic act. She lowered her head, immersed in her own thoughts. She knew better than anyone what the opening of the emerald door meant.

Lothern is the only passage from the vast ocean to the Dream Sea. Once the Emerald Door is opened, it means that Lothern is undefended. It means that the fortress built over thousands of years will become a joke. It means that the fortress built between the inner and outer ring kingdoms Loss of effect. Even for just a moment, this risk may bring devastating consequences. This glorious city of elves will become prey under the blade and a sacrifice of war.

But Darkus's reasons were irrefutable. His plan made her heart palpitate, but it was also undeniably strategic. She was struggling fiercely in her heart, and she knew that this was not just a tactical choice, but a bet on the future fate of the entire Ulthuan.

"If he succeeds..."

She tried to comfort herself with these words, but what followed were more serious consequences.

"What if he fails?"

This was a failure that she could not face, a blow that Ulthuan could not bear. She could only imagine what Druchi in the private room would do at that time.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, as if there were two voices tugging in her heart. One voice told her that Darkus' words convinced her that the plan was thorough and bold; but another voice coldly reminded her that this was an irreversible and dangerous move, and once it failed, everything would become It makes no sense.

Just as she was struggling, a crisp knocking sound interrupted her thoughts. She raised her head and saw Darkus holding a wine glass in his hand, tapping the wall of the glass gently. Darkus looked directly at her, with a relaxed smile on his lips, as if everything was under control.

Darkus put his finger in front of his mouth, making a silencing gesture.

Marlene's heart tightened. She knew what Darkus meant. Now was not the time to question or hesitate. At this moment, she must make a choice, otherwise...

She took a deep breath and tried to calm down. No matter how intense her inner struggle was, she understood that Darkus' plan was indeed the best solution at the moment.

"Marlene...my dear Marlene...you are my friend, so...don't be like this, it's too ugly, you should look in the mirror." Darkus made an unfunny joke in an attempt to comfort Marlene. Lin, he knew Marin's inner torment, if it were him... Then, he said seriously, "You asked me just now, but actually I wasn't prepared to say these things at all.

When you drink my wine, you are my guest, and you will be protected by me under my roof. When you leave, you will leave with Kaia. This is my promise to you.

So, don't be like this, there is no need to be like this, we are friends, I will not make things difficult for you, just like I did when I saw you at the dock. Therefore, the future general affairs director of the Elf Empire should not make a decision now. It is too early. This is an irresponsible performance. "

After saying that, he looked at Adriana and Siglin who had said nothing.

"You are a high priest of the Stormweaver, and you are still an admiral, but...the titles and powers will be modified, such as being in charge of naval personnel in Lothern? Equipment? Training? Of course, you can only choose one. After all, the framework of the naval system is very large, and I still have many admirals and other admirals to arrange. If you don't want to stay in Lothern, you can do other things, such as guarding the entire coastline of Asriel. Rather than..."

"Thank you for your kindness, Darkus. I think I should retire by then. Can I be a consultant?" Siegelin interrupted Darkus' promise and showed a tired smile. She was a little tired. , this kind of tiredness is not about the present, but about the future, despair, anxiety, pessimism, and of course, there is still a glimmer of hope.

"It's not impossible. We need to build a strong navy. We need a large number of captains and sailors to travel to and from the major regions. The vast ocean is ours. Experienced personnel are too precious to the elves. You must Keep shining.”

"Darkus."

"Um?"

"Can you tell me what happened next? What happened after you and Malekith came out of the Asuryan Temple." Adriana sighed, and after hesitating for a moment, she asked the question in her heart.

"Do you really want to know?" When Darkus asked, he glanced at Adriana and then at the Asurs. When he saw the Asurs nodding, he also nodded, "There is nothing that cannot be said. You know who our enemy is. In my opinion, the purpose of this war is to allow the elves to complete their true nirvana and rebirth. The old order needs to be destroyed and a new order needs to be established. Only under the new order will the elves protect this world? world.

You know what the opening of the Emerald Door means. We will use Lothern as our base of advance. The best solution is to occupy the Kingdom of Savre, which is one of the strongholds of the traditionalists, Salil... To be more precise, Hos will assist me. Neither Hos nor I want to see that beautiful white tower. Fall down.

Strategically, I need to dismantle the traditionalists' magical power, so that fewer people will die and things will become simpler. I need to connect the inner and outer ring kingdoms in eastern Ulthuan, and I need to carry out large-scale planting in Savri to ensure the daily supply of the Druchi army and the people of the eastern kingdom of Ulthuan, so that they will not run out of bread.

Once there is no problem, will Druchi's army...or our coalition with Aenir and Aslay move towards the west of Ulthuan?

Sorry, this is all I know at the moment, because these matters are not my responsibility. This is the matter of the Malekis and Taliendan departments. I am only responsible for diplomacy, coordination and ensuring the normal supply and recruitment of the army. After all, this is not What matters to me depends on the resistance of other kingdoms, right? I don't think some of them will give up resistance when they see me or Malekith leading the Phoenix Guard. Will they sit down and talk? "

Adriana sighed softly, her eyes full of hesitation as she tried to digest Darkus' words.

"It sounds like your plan is meticulous and thorough, but... have you ever considered how much damage this war will cause to the people of Ulthuan and the future of the elves?" Bel-Ehor's tone was heavy with a hint of heaviness. .

"War is a kind of harm, Bel-Ahor, but I do not agree with unnecessary sacrifices. This is why we are sitting here. There is no large-scale battle in the navy, and Marcelan will not cry." Darkwu Si spread his hands and said in a sincere but firm tone, "Disintegrate." Sulfuri's magical power is not to simply massacre the traditionalists, but to weaken their resistance and minimize the number of innocent casualties in this war. You should know the dangers of using large-scale magic in Ulthuan, my. The goal is not to destroy Ulthuan, but to rebuild it."

"Enil and Aslay..." Adrianna frowned and murmured in a low voice, but never said the second half of the sentence. Although she was reluctant, she thought that Enil and Aslay would appear. in the coalition forces. "

"I understand your logic, Darkus. I can't convince myself to completely agree with it, but I can't deny your reasons either. I just hope that this is really for the future, rather than a meaningless destruction. "Marin closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and whispered.

"Marlene, I never intended to destroy. I hope that you can see the dawn of the new order instead of drowning in the ashes of the old order." Darkus nodded, his tone softened, and then he smiled , changing the topic back to the current situation: "Okay, let's not discuss these future things for now. Now, let's go back to the current issues."

"Ulthuan has ten kingdoms, and the politics are complicated. There are six cities in Naggaroth, and the situation is equally chaotic. These only six cities are at war with each other, splitting, and doing their own things. Hal Gunthy has a group of religious people. Madman, Grond has Morathi, can Malekith and I really There are only four cities under his control." He sighed, paused slightly, and his eyes became deeper, "Let's be honest, I can't delay solving this problem after I go back this time. This is not a personal matter. It is not a question of ambition, but a question of the fate of the entire Druchi.

The Drukhi attack is not in a few months, nor next year. I don't want to lead a group of uncontrollable lunatics to land on Ulthuan. That is not good and would not be good for anyone, right? Therefore, it takes a period of time to integrate the military, living environment, social order, religious beliefs, ideological trends, etc. This requires a long period of adjustment. So, Marlene, you don't need to make a decision now. It's really not necessary. It's too early. These things need time to digest and think about. "

Marlene did not respond. She just lowered her head and pondered, tapping her fingers lightly on the rim of the cup, obviously trying to sort out her complicated thoughts.

"Bell Ahor, this is the second time we have met. If possible, I hope there will be a third time." Darkus turned to Bel Ahor and showed a relaxed smile.

"Me?" Bell-Aihor was stunned for a moment, with a bit of surprise and confusion in his eyes.

"Yes, you." Darkus nodded, with a meaningful smile on his lips, "In Nagaroth! You can land from the north of Anaheim. When the time comes, my brother will send someone to pick you up. you."

"Then what?" Bel-Aihor raised his eyebrows, as if he heard something unusual.

"Then, you can walk around Krakarond and see what we are doing. Then, get on the train and go all the way north to Hagrid Grave to stay for a few days. Finally, come to Naggarond "Dakuus paused, opened his hands slightly, and made a warm gesture, "When the time comes, I will personally greet you at the train station in Nagarund."

"I don't understand, why do you do this?" Bel-Aihor raised his head and looked at Darkus with complicated eyes. His expression was a little hesitant, but also a little hopeful.

"Because I hope you can truly understand us and understand a new Naggaroth, not through the stories you have heard, but through everything you see with your own eyes. Many things cannot be truly understood without personal experience. etc. When you return to Ulthuan, tell your father what you saw." Darkus said with a determined tone.

He was sure of Fenubal. During the meeting in Athel Loren, he put a shackle on Fenubal and asked him to consider the impact of entering the holy fire through the fire avoidance spell. Combined with this meeting, there will be a third meeting in the future.

If Finubal is stubborn and insists on entering the Holy Fire through the fire-avoidance spell, there is a hidden combination of cards before: Leandra who still lives in Athel Loren, the spy lurking in Ulthuan, Mal Seran's words and Lilith's dreams.

If everything fails, it means that his diplomacy has failed. He has given Marcelan enough face. After all, he has done everything he can and should do. He will then become the avatar of Maltheran, destroying Assur's navy and Lothern's defenses.

Friends are no longer friends, but enemies with drawn swords.

"I will!" The room became quiet for a while, and everyone was waiting for Bell Aihor and his next reaction. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, as if he was considering something, then raised his head and nodded slowly, with a hint of seriousness in his eyes.

"What about the future? I mean... the future under the new order." Adrianna's voice broke the brief silence.

"I cannot promise a conflict-free future. Peace is not a natural state, but a situation that needs to be constantly fought for and maintained. But I can tell you that the core of the new order is survival and prosperity. Whether it is Assur , Druch, or Enil and Aslay, the fate of the elves must be rewritten."

When Darkus heard this, he turned around and looked at Adrianna. His voice was low but powerful, with a strange appeal.

"Under the new order, the division will end, and we will become a whole again, a true community of elves. We will join hands with the lizard people to protect the world, instead of spending time in each other's internal friction. We will build a sustainable economic model, restore lost cultural glory, and even explore deeper parts of the world.”

"It sounds like this is not just an internal matter among the elves. Are you talking about a brand new world order?" Adrianna frowned slightly, as if she was trying to understand Darkus's idea.

"It sounds like an utopia, but you know, there is always an insurmountable abyss between ideal and reality." Marlene crossed her arms and looked at Darkus with complicated eyes.

"Then let's be practical. After Ulthuan is stabilized, I will ask the Slann people to come over and maintain the Maelstrom. After that, they will not leave. They will help repair the spiritual nodes. At that time, Yi The kingdom of Rhys will no longer be filled with fog, and those hills will be filled with crops. , new cities rise from the ground; the sunken lands and cities of the Kingdom of Cosquei, the Kingdom of Tyranlok, and the Kingdom of Nagaryth will reappear like Chapeuto; the entire Ulthuan is a prosperous scene, and the elves need Population, a large population, tens of millions or even billions of people.

The navy will be dispatched, and the Sun Flame Amulet and the Deep Sea Scepter are actually in the same place...Obien Island...Elsin Alvin not only carries the lost history, but also an important part of the future elves' destiny..."

Then, Darkus repeated what he had said to Finubar before, what about Ersin Alvin, Ta Ulishayn. (Chapter 485)

Perhaps Fenubal told Marlene, but that's not important. The important thing is that he wants his followers to listen to it and know the grand blueprint and vast benefits for the future. New trade routes, new resources, new lands. Their families and future generations will enjoy all these gifts. They are not only participants, but also founders.

By supporting him, they will not only become witnesses of the future, but also the creators of a new order. Their names will be forever engraved in the history of the elves. (End of chapter)