Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

The bizarre dreams gradually faded away, and Darkus woke up leisurely. He vaguely remembered dreaming about some scenes when he was young in his previous life, but the specific content was like a reflection in the water and could not be clearly captured. After struggling with his thoughts for a moment, he sighed and opened his eyes.

His right hand unconsciously rested on his forehead, his brows furrowed slightly, there were still some residual feelings from the dream in his mind, and his left hand firmly held Drusala's arm.

"Head hurts?"

Drusala had already stood up. After feeling her lover's strength, she moved for a moment and then lay back down. She turned sideways and approached Darkus gently, with a bit of teasing and concern in her eyes. Slender fingertips slid along Darkus's cheek, she came slightly closer and blew into her lover's pointed ear, her tone was a bit teasing and doting.

"Hmm..." Darkus, with his eyes closed, responded in a low voice.

"Then what should we do?" Drusala raised a wicked smile on her lips and said in a weird tone. Before she finished speaking, she leaned into Darkus's arms, and their warm breaths blended together. Her hands naturally wrapped around Darkus's waist, her cheek rested on Darkus' chest, and she closed her eyes. After a moment, she added in a low voice, her voice as soft as the breeze blowing by her ears, "In that case, just lie down for a while."

Feeling the warmth and familiar breath in his arms, Darkus nodded, gently hugged Drusala closer, and an almost imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The Sphinx, known as the father of the Santoku Defense Force, once met with the great painter. After listening to the great painter's speech indifferently for four hours, he responded concisely: "From today on, Mr. Great Painter, we will treat each other. There is nothing more to say!”

The Sphinx is Sickert. What he says is not important. What is important is why the great painter can talk for four hours at a stretch. And this is not extraordinary performance, just mediocre basic skills, nothing more, just familiarity. According to the generals' memoirs and the descriptions of their attendants, it was common to speak for four hours at a stretch.

Darkus now admires the great painter from the bottom of his heart. Yesterday afternoon, he staged a standard elf palace political drama: Asul Palace Conspiracy, Druch Midnight... No, this time it was loud and clear in broad daylight. plot. This is the purest palace conspiracy in elven society, and it is very sophisticated. However, what he said yesterday only totaled 20,000 words, which is really not much.

Could it be that last night's banquet made him dizzy now?

The problem is, he didn't drink much wine, he only drank white grape juice during the whole trip. He spent most of the time playing the flute and singing, playing the five-stringed lute, and seriously pretended to be a student of the demigod Liariel.

Not only him, Tolandir, Riel, and Liariel also joined in. The four people used different instruments and played beautiful music together. The notes flowed like water through a silent forest, and the entire banquet hall instantly turned into a palace of music.

Of course, this is just what he thinks. He can feel that the three of them are cooperating with him as a second-in-command throughout the whole process. They have no art at all and only focus on having fun.

As the rhythm became more cheerful, he gradually couldn't hold it any longer, or gave up. He put the pipa aside and started dancing with the war dancers.

He is better at dancing than playing musical instruments. His dance steps are lively but elegant. His movements are full of the lightness and agility of an elf, occasionally mixed with a hint of exaggeration that makes people laugh, making the audience laugh continuously.

Tolandir's dance was more graceful, as if he had carved every movement into the rhythm, while Riel simply exuded a relaxed and joyful atmosphere in a slightly casual way.

And Liariel is worthy of being the elves' demigod in charge of art. His/her dance steps are as light as a feather, floating in the breeze, with a holy charm, as if every step he/she takes is integrated with the music. As one, their movements are dazzling.

The crowd in the banquet hall was also infected by them, and guests joined in one after another. The entire venue turned into a sea of ​​joy, with laughter, music and dance intertwined, as if even time had stopped at this moment, just like everything happened yesterday afternoon, no palace politics, no duel on the field.

Maybe it was because he had so much fun last night that his head hurt when he woke up? He rubbed his eyebrows, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

"I want to just lie here forever."

"Then you lie down a little longer and I go feed the big guy?"

"It's really not possible today."

Darkus sighed. He really wanted to lie down for a while longer, but the problem was that he couldn't do it today. The banquet was held last night not because of who won yesterday, nor because of the success of the palace conspiracy yesterday afternoon. But it was because of the arrival of the men from Garros, Whitney, and La Plata. Today, he has to go feed the big guy by himself because it is very important.

After being "sealed" by the quilt and Drusala for a while, he finally got up and started the essential process of his day, a process full of ritual. In fact, the process is not complicated. It is just washing and eating, not doing morning exercises...

Genevieve had already washed herself, and Darkus and Drusala each washed themselves. He does not need Genevieve to serve him; Genevieve has no intention of serving Drusala; similarly, Drusala has no intention of letting Genevieve serve him, or finding another elf maid. Everyone tacitly agreed, each doing his own thing.

Breakfast had been prepared, and before Darkus got up, Genevieve had already made it steaming hot. After eating, Darkus skillfully arranged a hairstyle for Drusala, and then arranged several braids for Genevieve. The technique was precise and smooth, which was obviously the result of countless twists.

After nearly twenty years of getting along, the three of them have already formed a fixed tacit understanding. Genevieve always slept on the right side of the bed at night because she needed to get up easily during the night. She had perfected her body skills to get up, and her movement was silent, and Darkus was not aware of it.

Drusala sleeps on the left side. As long as she makes any movement to get up or lie down, Darkus will know it immediately.

Everything seemed so fixed and patterned, but this fixation and patterning made all three of them feel at ease and content. Everyone has found their own place in this simple and harmonious life, and the tacit understanding between each other needs no introduction. It is this day-to-day mundaneness that gives their relationship a solid and profound meaning. .

After that, there was nothing more. After eating, everyone went about their own business. Drusala, Genevieve, and Marlene made an appointment to relax, and asked God Ha to take them to the south of the province of Chapeuto. Let's go for a walk and ask Dacus to watch the game together in the afternoon.

Unlike the north, the southern part of Chapeuto Province is full of sunflowers of great ornamental value, and now is the best time to see them. But Darkos has no open mind. One reason is that it is inconvenient and troublesome. It is not yet time to develop the tourism industry of Ashril. The other reason is that he does not think that the Druchi people will let the game go and not watch it. Don't make any bets, just go and enjoy some sunflowers.

In addition to being ornamental, sunflowers are also used for food and agriculture. It can be used as green manure, its plants rot to provide nutrients to the soil, and the leaves and stems can be used as livestock feed.

Since the beginning of the festival, the sales of fried sunflower seeds have been rising day by day. They are economical, affordable and large in quantity, and are deeply loved by the dhulchi.

Now, Ashriel has three types of cooking oil, one is a small amount of olive oil to meet the needs of the powerful, and the other is soybean oil and sunflower oil to meet the needs of the masses, livestock, and giant beasts. Now, Ashriel's dishes are also very... abstract? There is a beauty that combines Eastern Roman cuisine, local chicken, and Central and South American cuisine.

In addition to the sunflowers, there is also an energy source in Ashril next to it.

Initially, the moment Chapeiuto sank, its destruction violently severed the spiritual network connecting the continent of Lustria to the southern land of Zetland, causing energy to explode outward. After the efforts of Master Ma and the placement of many carved tablets, the outbreak was brought under control.

The Lizardfolk avoid entering the Fire Swamp, which represents a painful memory of a time when they were forced to question their place in the Old Ones' grand plan.

Although the wild magic has been contained, the swamp is riddled with burn marks, and energy often erupts in fountains of fire. Those who need to enter the swamp quickly learn to pay attention to the subtle vibrations under their feet. The slightest tremor may be their reaction when the pillar of fire falls from them. All the warning you got before the ground erupted. The high temperatures also make the swamp an ideal breeding ground for salamanders, which nonchalantly feed on unwary travelers.

But this is all in the past. Changes have occurred, the eruption has stopped, the swamp has solidified, and the nodes have stabilized. Because it was too close to the coast, the stone monument was also removed by hair, and the salamanders living there also found their own way out. Otherwise, Darkus would not have met the strange salamander in the cave farther south when he first came.

Now, the Fire Swamp has become Ashriel's energy source. A settlement mainly based on labor dispatch has appeared next to the swamp. A large number of labor dispatches use tools to dig a kind of flammable mud, which is peat, also called peat. Or peat, a special organic mineral. It is the plant debris that accumulates continuously in the anoxic wetland environment. After slowly decomposing for thousands of years, it retains a large amount of flammable carbon elements, so it can be burned.

The labor dispatchers use tools, namely rectangular shovels specially made for peat digging, to dig out the peat, place it on the open ground to dry naturally, and then burn it as fuel.

Those factories that need fuel will wrap the peat soil with a layer of yellow mud and make a mound with a hole in it. When making a fire, put less coal, and when it is almost done, put the pier in the stove and burn it. After about half an hour, you will see the smoke from the pier mouth turning into gas, which can save a lot of coal. After burning, take out the sticks and smash them. If there are many, you can roll them into balls and burn them again, or crush them to repel insects.

Due to the lack of coal and wood in Ashriel, the peat is almost free and will last for a long time. Peat covers about 16% of the Green Island, or orchid that doesn't like big orchids. The residents there have been digging it since ancient times to use it as household fuel and even now it can be used to generate electricity.

It doesn’t matter that the peat of the Flame Swamp is hollowed out. There is also a Whirlpool Swamp at the junction of the Rosario Province and the Anurel Peninsula...

It doesn't matter if the peat in the Whirlpool Swamp is hollowed out. By then, Ulthuan will have been conquered, and the extraction of Alcohol-2 and the adaptation of the crystals should be completed.

Darkus went to feed the big guy. After going out, he saw Franais and Vetier who had been waiting there for a long time. There was no need to be polite. The three of them didn't need to be polite. After meeting, they went to the Skinks. Go deeper into the community.

Soon, he saw Asanok and Liv waiting there.

Asanok, the old Deng, was still the same, with a head full of knotted dreadlocks, as if he had never thought of washing it thoroughly with the water of the La Plata River. The old and resolute face was covered with elven runes, and the rune at the throat represented Hos. He was not wearing the personal belongings he found in Altdorf, nor was he wearing the characteristic clothes of Asheril, but was still wearing the clothes of the Aiel Forest Kinship, full of natural breath.

Thousands of years did not make him look haggard, but strong and powerful. The hands holding the golden and silver tree staff and the arms exposed outside the clothes were bulging with veins. After seeing Daquus, he waved his hand, and then stood there holding the golden and silver tree staff.

"Where is Otto? He drank a lot last night."

After hugging Liv, Daquus asked casually.

From bottom to top, Liv wore a pair of well-made brown leather boots with rubber soles, light-colored overalls, a brown-green shirt, the cuffs rolled up to the elbows, and a carefully woven straw hat. Without those accessories, she looked like a girl working on the farm, a milkmaid, rather than a spellcaster and fortuneteller with high-level spellcasting power, the famous prophetess of Athel Loren.

In his opinion, Liv is in a better mental state now than before. She looks hundreds of years younger, radiant, and shining. Think about it, after all, now there is no need to worry about the safety of Athel Loren all the time, and there is no need to shuttle back and forth through the roots of the world.

"Sleeping, not sober yet." After greeting Wettier, Liv adjusted the brim of her straw hat and said with a smile.

Otto is Liv's partner, an owl with a long lifespan, an owl who suddenly likes drinking. The main character is an owl with a strong addiction to drinking. After drinking a few sips, he began to fly swayingly, and flew into Liv's arms, closed his eyes, kicked his legs, and fell asleep with his legs spread out.

"This..." Dacus shook his head halfway through his speech, and then asked, "Will you go to watch the afternoon game?"

"Go, cheer for Kerillian!" Liv nodded with a smile.

"Can I go to that person to communicate?" And Asanok pointed to the top of the Western Star Pyramid.

"Sorry, he will be present as a special guest this afternoon." Dacus shook his head and denied it. Today's archery competition, Shakspati has to go.

"Then I will go too."

"Then..." Dacus pointed to the big car next to him.

While he was talking, the waterproof cloth covering it had been opened by Flanes and Wettier, and the car was full of large pieces of meat, filling the entire car. Flanes patted it casually with his hands, smelled it, frowned in disdain, and then took out the thorn blade, hooked up a large piece of meat like a meat hook, held it in his hand, and waited. And Wettier carried a large piece of meat on each shoulder like a laborer.

He also took out the rapier, then hooked a piece and walked towards the big guy's residence.

That truck of meat came from La Plata and was not on the table last night, otherwise... it would be another high-intensity obedience test, high-level mental abuse.

Sometimes it was Franais and Wettier who came to feed, sometimes it was Drusala and Genevieve who came to feed, four spirits and one ghost, arranged in three shifts, taking turns. No matter how they were arranged, Franais and Wettier would come when Dacus came...

Today... is a little special, which is why he insisted on coming to feed the big guy today.

"Have you eaten?" Dacus asked casually when he left.

"No!"

"No!"

Asanok and Liv said in unison, they knew what Dacus was asking about, not breakfast, but the meat in his hand.

Seeing the big guy wagging his tail and baring his teeth like a big dog, Dacus didn't say much politeness. He took off the thorn blade and threw a large piece of meat down.

Before the meat landed, the big guy jumped up swiftly, and his sharp teeth accurately grabbed the meat, and tore it apart with a click, but the blood slid down his throat.

Dacus took the meat handed over by Flanais and Wettier and threw it in again. The big guy excitedly shook his tail and made a low and satisfied gurgling sound.

Then, there was nothing else.

Today was not like before. He didn't have the idea of ​​jumping in directly and playing with the big guy while he was eating. Although the big guy never guarded the food, if he showed a little intention of wanting to eat, the big guy would even give the food to him. What a good cold lizard. But today he didn't have the courage to jump in because he was afraid that the big guy would bite him.

He didn't want to be chased by a big guy under the gaze of Flanais, Wettier, Asanok and Liv. That scene was really... too funny.

"It seems to be okay?" He held his left elbow with his right hand and muttered softly with his left hand in front of his mouth. (End of this chapter)