Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Great Matheran, Lord of the Abyss,

The master of the turbulent ocean tides, the embodiment of violent storms,

You are the master of the boundless sea, the only light in the darkness of the deep sea.

By your grace we acknowledge the vastness and majesty of the ocean,

In the endless waves, listen to your whispers,

Feel your rage in the roar of the storm.

We swear,

True to the ocean, true to your will,

I will protect this blue realm for your glory,

Whether the road ahead is a calm voyage or a raging abyss.

We swear,

Respect the gifts of the ocean and act with wisdom and reverence,

If the sea breeze leads us, we will follow,

If the storm comes, we will bear it.

We swear,

If anyone betrays our oath, may the abyss swallow our souls,

May the waves abandon us, may the sea never accept our bones.

Great Matheran, Lord of the Abyss,

Hear our prayers and remember our vows!

We are loyal to you to the end of the ocean,

Until the end of the world, never waver!

Marcelan's glory lasts forever!

As the Trident of the Sea in Darkus' hand was slowly raised high, the artifact flowing with blue-green light was like a symbol of the ocean, spreading the majesty of the abyss across the entire square. Everything around him became silent due to the rising of the trident, and even the air became stagnant, as if waiting for the divine arrival of this moment.

Sereni's voice sounded at this moment. She chanted prayers loudly, and her clear and respectful voice echoed over the square. Every syllable seemed to touch the depths of the believers' souls. Her elegant and firm posture is like a messenger delivering an oracle, which makes people feel awe.

In the temple area square, on the streets, and on the streets of the dock area, Matheran believers stood with expressions of piety and gratitude on their faces. They performed a ritual and gently touched their foreheads with the index and middle fingers of their right hands, symbolizing respect for the storm.

They then touched their right palms to their chests to show respect for Matheran and the power of the sea. They close their eyes tightly, remain silent, and express their gratitude to the ocean's gifts with a calm mind, symbolizing their humility and respect for Marselan. The murmurs gathered into a tidal wave of sound, rushing towards the Trident of the Sea, as if to convey their faith to the Lord of the Abyss.

With the last word of the prayer, the 24-day wine festival comes to an end.

This grand festival, full of joy and strife, full of carnival and ceremony, has now ushered in its solemn finale.

At this moment, the prayers of believers were intertwined and turned into thanksgiving and praise for Marselan, echoing under the sky of Chapeiuto.

Darkus put down his trident and looked around, his eyes sweeping across the familiar and shocking sight. At this moment, he had to sigh again at the design aesthetic of the elves.

Behind him is the Great Temple of Marcelan. The magnificent building is like a continuation of the sea. The deep blue and silver interweave into a magnificent picture, exuding a solemn and mysterious brilliance. It is a hymn of the ocean and an epic of the abyss. The huge curved arch stands tall and is engraved with ancient and complicated marine inscriptions, as if whispering the secrets of the abyss and commemorating the bravery and sacrifice of countless voyagers.

The circular dome on the top of the temple rises high, as if part of the sky is embedded in the building, symbolizing the infinity and tolerance of the ocean. The surface of the dome is inlaid with exquisite gold and glass, showing a wave-like pattern, reflecting the surrounding spiers and the vast sky, symbolizing Marcelan's control over the storm and the order of the ocean.

No matter how the storm rages and the sea churns, this temple always stands firmly on the water-patterned stone, overlooking the vast world, demonstrating the power and eternity of the Lord of the Abyss.

In the center of the dome stands a celestial hurricane instrument composed of several layers of concentric rings. Each layer of the device is embedded with rotating metal arms, engraved with ancient symbols of stars and waves.

The interior of the hall under the dome seems to be intertwined with countless lights and shadows into a magnificent underwater world. The towering design of the dome allows every whisper in the hall to echo, like the echo of the deep sea. There are fine mosaic patterns on the top of the temple, depicting the abyss and living beings under the protection of Marcelan. The blue and silver brilliance are like the waves of the sea, constantly pouring into every corner of the temple.

The entire great temple is a symbol of Marcelan, a celebration of the endless ocean, and a holy place of faith. Standing here, it seems that you can feel the sea breeze blowing and hear the low tide of the sea. The sacred breath is everywhere.

Darkus turned around and looked up at the dome and the celestial hurricane meter standing on it, with surging faith surging in his heart. This is not only a symbol of Marcelan, but also the source of his strength and the starting point of the new era he is about to usher in.

Located at the four corners of the great temple are four towering spiers, shining with blue-green light, complementing the Trident of the Sea. The spiers are connected by hollow sea-pattern bridges, forming a continuous skyline.

The four spiers located at the four corners of the Matheran Temple are like giants guarding the temple, piercing the sky. They are not only buildings, but also symbols of authority, carrying believers' devout beliefs in oceans, storms, wealth and faith. The four spiers emit blue-green light, complementing the Trident of the Sea, as if they are resonating with the soul of the deep sea.

The surface of the Storm Spire is covered with intricate carvings of vortices and waves that seem to flow. The top of the tower is a Storm Ring made of pure gold, symbolizing Matheran's control over the power of storms. The spire exudes a cold silver light, and under the refraction of light and shadow, the tower body seems to be wrapped in the howling wind, and occasionally the roar of thunder and lightning can be heard.

The Wealth Spire symbolizes the gift of the sea. Its tower body is inlaid with various precious gems and shining metals, and it looks like a work of art from afar. Gold and gems alternate on the tower body, and aquamarine and turquoise are inlaid in key positions, embellishing the endless flow of wealth. The top of the tower is a huge pearl, symbolizing Matheran's rule over wealth and marine resources.

The appearance of the Ocean Spire is seamless, and the tower body is carved with various sea beasts, leaping dolphins, tumbling whales, entrenched sea dragons, and a trident pattern symbolizing Matheran's favor. These carvings give life to the spires, and the lighthouse-shaped decoration on the top of the tower symbolizes that the light of Matheran will always guide the sailors forward.

The Faith Spire is the simplest, without too many gorgeous decorations, but it is full of sacred solemnity, low-key and solemn. A symbol of Matheran, a soul stone inlaid on a golden base, is enshrined on the top of the tower. It emits a soft blue-green light, symbolizing that the souls of believers will always be blessed by Matheran.

The four spires are connected by hollow sea-pattern bridges, which are like the interweaving of sea tides, integrating the spires and the Great Temple. These bridges are not only an extension of the building structure, but also a symbol of faith, power and rule. From a distance, the outlines of the four spires and the hollow bridges interweave a picture that stretches to the sky, like the arms of the sea embracing the sky, showing the supreme authority and glory of Matheran to everyone who looks at it.

In the distance is the Hailan Hub. The adjusted buildings are larger and richer than those on the previous sand table. The overall architectural style of the hub combines the fluctuations of the ocean with the geometric aesthetics of the core hub. This venue is not only a core platform for believers to dedicate Maserlan, display their abilities, accumulate wealth and expand their influence, but also a busy intersection across the ocean, symbolizing the gathering place of power, faith and wealth.

Beyond the Hailan Hub is a farther place, but Dacus's sight cannot reach it, blocked by a group of great and meaningful buildings...

On the ground, believers still maintain a ritual posture, and the murmured prayers echo in their ears like a tide. In the distance, the city outline of Chapeiuto reflects the golden light under the setting sun, and the bustling crowd surges like a river, rushing towards the final chapter of the festival.

He took a deep breath and felt the power surging in his chest. His heart was like a surging tide, stirring up surging emotions. He looked up at the vast sky, his eyes full of blazing faith.

"A new era has come, and my era has come!" He silently said in his heart, with a confident smile on the corner of his mouth.

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As night fell, the entire Mask Palace was brightly lit, shrouding the banquet hall in a dreamy glow of gold and silver. The dance floor in the center of the hall was crowded with people, and guests in various costumes danced gracefully. The musicians played melodious music on one side, with the sounds of piano, flute and hand drum interweaving, lively and elegant.

The long buffet table was covered with delicious dishes, from piles of fresh fruits to beautifully presented seafood, as well as fragrant barbecue and rich and fragrant soup. The wine area was even more lively, with rows of crystal wine glasses filled with various kinds of wine, chicha, white wine and various flavors of special fruit wines that were dazzling. The waiters shuttled among them, replenishing the empty plates from time to time and providing guidance to the guests.

Amid the noise and laughter, Dacus did not join the dance floor, nor did he think of tasting the delicious dishes on the long table. His fingers were stroking a ring. He felt that he was not far from the achievement of "King of Ten Rings"? If he wanted, he could immediately get a few more rings to wear to activate the achievement, or the system? The problem was... he didn't know.

Some rings were just decorations, such as the Blue Water Emerald Ring, which was not a magic prop. This ring was just an ordinary decoration, but the material was excellent, and the ring surface was smooth and cold, as if flowing with the silence of the deep sea.

The Blue Water Emerald Ring existed before the Great Invasion, containing endless time and memories. It was a gift given to him by the two Oliqi before their final farewell. It was very meaningful. Even if it was not a magic prop, he would always wear it. Seeing the ring would remind him of the dedication of the Lizardmen and remind him of his responsibility.

There was also a Starlight Ring, one of the three-piece Starlight set, a genuine product of the Ancient Saint. The shape of the ring was simple and smooth, and the smooth metal surface of the inner ring reflected the brilliance of the outer gemstone, adding a layer of mysterious brilliance, like a wonderland where stars gathered, condensing the glory of the galaxy between the fingers. The surface is inlaid with countless twinkling stars, each of which is as bright as the stars in the night sky.

Whenever the light shines on the ring, the inside of the ring will flow with colorful light, like a galaxy flowing between the fingers. The design inspiration of the ring setting seems to come from the spiral form of the Milky Way, and the delicate engraved lines are like star tracks in the universe.

As for what it is used for... Narhap and Salil didn't know when they found it, and now the second-generation Slann on the continent of Lustria don't know, and he doesn't know even more. There was no explanation when he found it, and he didn't have an identification system. After wearing the ring, the bow and cloak have no additional effects, but he doesn't think the ring is just a decoration. After all, this is one of the three-piece set of starlight.

At first, he thought: Do we have to take a spaceship to outer space to find out? But as time went by, he thought it seemed possible? The ring allows the bow and arrow to be used in space? And the cloak adds a propulsion function that allows him to move in space?

However... he has no idea of ​​going to space for the time being. The world's problems have not been figured out yet, and the endless ocean has not been explored. Unless? He goes to bomb Morsrib?

Benboerba: Me?

Daquus: Me?

There are also some useful things, such as the gift given to him by Malekith, which can resist the black magic. He has been wearing it since Malekith gave it to him, and he plans to keep wearing it.

Now, the ring he is rubbing is a brass ring, yes, Hecate's brass ring. Maybe the local monks were good at chanting. After he returned to Naggaroth for the first time, Edrezer sent Baine, who was in a broken-arm state, to teach him martial arts. When he encountered a crisis in the forest farm, Hecate also provided help, guiding Alyssa to become a war hydra and guiding Annasara to support him.

Then... Hecate provided a series of help, and he responded in return. The establishment of the sorceress system was his best response.

Before, Serene stayed in front of the statue of Maselan in the center of the hall of the Great Temple of Maselan for a long time. It was not for anything else. As the daughter of Maselan, she did not need to pray to Maselan. She was just like the lunar rover operator in the command center with high latency, guiding a group of dolphins to retrieve the brass ring that fell into the Sea of ​​Terror.

The fact is that Serene succeeded, but she did not choose to wear it, but gave it to Dacus, and Dacus decided.

Originally, Serene was the best wearer, but she was detached from the world and not in the five elements. She did not need to fight, and even if she fought, she did not need the assistance of the brass ring. Unless the previous shit happened again, but that shit happened once and only once.

Darkius did not choose to give it to one of the five high-ranking priests of Stormweaver. Due to factions, politics, personal circumstances, etc., it was not a problem to give it to anyone, and whether he could wear it was also a problem. In the end... he was furious.

Originally, he could not wear it, after all, the brass ring was too powerful as a divine weapon, but fortunately he had the Holy Soul Reef and the Trident of the Sea to offset it. With the brass ring, the trident and the Teku Toltec wristbands fused to the dragon armor, his long-range attack ability was stronger. At sea, in winter, in places where storms raged, he was almost invincible.

Although Hecate was very jealous, she was generous. It could also be anger that she didn't want or not? Love for Darkius, or something else? In short, she was generous and absolutely considerate.

A few days ago, Darkius's good grandmother, or good mother, Molaig appeared. Molaig in the form of a crow appeared with no other intention, just to hand him the brass ring in his mouth, and then flew away.

The fourth brass ring represents the ring of the wind of Shaxu.

Daquus would never dare to wear this ring. He still wants to live a good life. He has been squeezed enough by Drusara and Genevieve... He doesn't want to see his haggard face in the mirror.

He handed the fourth brass ring to his cousin, Colonia, who is capable and qualified to wear it.

Now, the Dust Staff, the brass ring, Carmine, who has become a friend and partner with Colonia, plus other miscellaneous bonus accessories, etc....

The appearance of the super high-end version of "Graveyard Rose" Elspeth, perhaps soon, the Hell Disaster Family will have a second legendary spellcaster, and the Druch will have a third legendary spellcaster. Malekith, Anasara, Colonia, no problem, as for that one...

He smiled, then walked through the crowded crowd and walked towards a quieter corner.

In the corner, Fenrir, wearing a baggy robe, was sitting alone at a small table with a glass of wine in his hand. His face was calm, revealing a coldness that was out of tune with the lively atmosphere around him.

"Fenrir, you are always like this, drinking alone and not joining the revelry. I am really worried that there will be no one to send you back at the end of the banquet." Dacus approached and said softly.

"You are the same, avoiding the dance floor and the wine table and looking for me." Fenrir raised his head and glanced at Dacus. A hint of complexity flashed across his eyes. He did not respond to Dacus' words. His voice was low, with a hint of fatigue and a little unconcealed irony, "What? Your king's social scene is a bit unbearable?"

"You know I can hold on, but... there are some things that I prefer to talk about with people like you." Dacus smiled, sat down opposite Fenrir, and poured a glass from the wine jug on the table.

"Tell me, you didn't come to me just to tease me." Fenrir was silent for a moment, then raised his glass, gently clinked it with Dacus, and drank the wine in one gulp.

"I have some ideas... about the future, about you." Dacus didn't rush to answer, he picked up the glass and took a sip.

Fenrir didn't say anything, just put the glass down, looked at Dacus intently, and waited for the next step. (End of this chapter)