Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Darkus slowly opened his eyes. Today he woke up earlier than usual, just like the first snow in 2002, which came later than usual...

The black marble ceiling looked even more mysterious and cold in the dim light. He lay on the bed, quietly feeling the tranquility of the moment. However, the cold feeling in the morning made him frown and wrap himself tightly in the quilt. But soon, his eyes turned to the other side of the bed.

Druzala was still immersed in his dreams, as if he was not disturbed.

He did not choose to disturb her, but chose to watch quietly. His eyes stayed on Drusala's peaceful sleeping face for a moment, and a warm emotion quietly emerged.

After a few seconds, Drusala seemed to feel the gaze of her lover. She turned slightly and opened her eyes. Her familiar deep eyes looked at Darkus, and her eyes flashed with tenderness and laziness.

At that moment, Darkus's mood was touched by some invisible force, and he couldn't help but smile. The two people's eyes met in the silent room, as if time had stopped at this moment. Although the disturbances in the outside world always exist, at this moment, he felt a long-lost peace and tranquility.

"Good morning." Drusala whispered, her voice full of soft intimacy.

"Are you awake?" Dacus asked knowingly, his voice low and with a hint of smile. He reached out and gently touched the ends of Drusala's hair, feeling the familiar warmth and softness.

"Yeah."

The tacit understanding and tranquility between the two, like a deep emotion in the heart, flowed in this moment of silence.

Although Dacus got up earlier than usual, because today was special, other people got up earlier than him. The meals on the Vicious Temple were not held in the room, but in the previous officers' restaurant and banquet hall. Anyway, no matter what it was called, it was for the higher-level beings on the Ark.

The restaurant was filled with long tables, and everyone sat together to eat according to their closeness and faction. Talos sat with his relatives; Dulias sat with the officers; the Asrai war dancers sat together; the red dragons sat together.

And Bel-Ahor and Issarion sat together with a team of sea guards consisting of a low-ranking officer, three female warriors and seven male warriors. Not only the two second sons, but also the sea guards came with them, serving and protecting the two second sons as squires and waiters.

When the diners saw him appear, they just nodded, or pretended not to see him and continued to eat.

Only Baine, who was sitting with the followers of Edrezer, stood up and looked at him.

Baine was the actual person in charge of the morning exercises. He knew what Baine was saying. He nodded and said that today's morning exercises and training would continue. Anyway, it was still early and it didn't matter.

After eating, training, and everything was over, he returned to the room, put on the dragon armor, and took the bow of the stars. When he came to the platform, a group of people had already gathered there according to their close and distant factions.

A group of female sorcerers from the German system of Krakaron stood in the cold wind. Today, they did not wear robes like in the past, but chose more practical equipment. Lambskin jackets, sturdy windproof pants and high leather boots specially prepared for high-altitude environments. Thick scarves were wrapped around their necks, and leather hats were worn on their heads. The hats were also equipped with windproof goggles to resist the whistling cold wind.

They were tall and straight, with a unique dignity and calmness. Their eyes were firm and their movements were decisive, as if no severe cold or difficulties could shake their determination.

For a moment, Daquus was really scared. He was afraid that the female sorcerers would suddenly line up, take a group photo, then raise their glasses and drink the wine, smash the glasses to pieces, and shout some weird slogans.

Maranul stood aside, like a bystander, silently observing the actions of the female sorcerers. Kolonia was walking in the team, holding a board in her hand, talking to other sorceresses from time to time. Her tone was calm and methodical, and her voice was steady without a trace of fluctuation. It was obvious that she was assigning tasks.

The war dancers gathered in a group no longer exposed their breasts. Even though they had adapted to the cold environment in Atives before leaving Athel Loren, they still could not adapt to the environment of Naggaroth. They were wrapped in a thick cotton jacket, shivering in the cold wind, without the charm of the past.

Among all the Asrai, only Seonlan and the Heart of Winter Guards led by him said they felt good, because they lived in Atives all year round.

"Oi!"

Dakwus came to Kerillian who was standing with Cowell. Kerillian was no better than the other Asrai, and was also wrapped in a cotton jacket. When Kerillian turned around, he asked in a serious tone, "Can you still shoot the bow?"

"Of course! Not only can I shoot the bow, but I can also shoot accurately!" Kerillian responded in a firm tone.

"Then you continue, wait for my notice." Dacus nodded and left. He was not interested in being a light bulb. Thinking of something, he turned around, walked backwards, pointed at Kerillian, and said with a smile, "By the way, you don't need to wear so much in the battle later, there is magic!"

Then, he found Talos again, asked the same question, and made the same request. Talos didn't say anything, but pointed to the bow on his back.

After leaving Dragonstone, Talos obtained a naturally formed bow, which was made of entangled vines, dense wood and growing vegetation, as varied as the two forests of Loren, with flowers blooming on the top and leaves showing autumn gold at the bottom.

When the arrow was shot, the insects living on the bow would attach to the arrow, split into a large piece of flashing sickle-shaped wings, bypass obstacles, tear the enemy, or gather together on impact to penetrate the strongest armor.

The reason why he asked Talos this question was that in addition to Talos's rare weapon, the Vine Bow, Talos was also the champion of horse archery at the Brew Festival, and his skills were impeccable.

And Kerillian was the champion of foot archery, and her archery skills were also outstanding. The two of them joined forces and almost never missed a target. Add to that his second-five shooters, almost...?

"Gilead, get ready and stand by." Then, for safety, he came to Gilead's side and ordered.

Gilead didn't say anything or ask any more questions, but bowed to show that he would obey the order.

"The action will be carried out later..." Eltharion was also wearing a thick cotton jacket at this time. He stood up, his expression was firm, and there was a glimmer of eagerness in his eyes, "I want to participate!"

Dacuus glanced at Eltharion, and then his eyes fell on the bow in the hands of a sea guard behind Eltharion, which had not been strung yet. But he recognized it as Eltharion's special weapon at a glance. The shape and structure of the bow exuded a unique breath, as if it was natural.

"Then you will be on standby." After a moment of silence, he nodded, his tone was calm and unyielding, and his instructions were concise and powerful, as if there was no room for discussion.

"Who to kill?"

Eltharion lowered his head slightly, took a deep breath, and was ready to return to the team. But at this moment, he suddenly asked, with a hint of irrepressible curiosity in his voice.

Dacus stopped, turned around slowly, and looked at Isharion's expectant eyes, with a meaningful smile in his eyes. The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and the eyes around him turned to him, waiting for his answer.

"Who to kill?" He smiled mysteriously, as if he was appreciating some unfathomable situation. He asked back, with a strange light flashing in his eyes. He paused, and his tone became heavier, "This is not your concern, Isharion. You just need to be ready to do what you should do when we act!"

After he said this, he turned around, his steps were firm and calm, and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight. Everyone left on the scene was still thinking about the thought-provoking answer, and there was an inexplicable tension and uneasiness in the air.

Isharion stood there, watching Dacus's back disappear. He instinctively felt that behind this action, there seemed to be a deeper conspiracy and countless complex levels, and he would also play his role in this undercurrent vortex. His heartbeat quickened slightly, and he clenched his fists. He knew that he was about to step into an unusual battle.

At the same time, Gilead and Feswell looked at each other, and both saw a silent understanding in each other's eyes. No matter what the next action was for, killing would be inevitable, and all they had to do was to follow orders without any hesitation.

"Are they ready?" Dacus walked to the side of Maranul and Colonia and asked in a low voice. His tone was still calm and serious, revealing a sense of oppression.

"Everything has been arranged. They all know the mission objectives and steps. The final confirmation has been completed. Now they can enter the standby state." Colonia replied, her voice was so calm that there was almost no fluctuation, and her face was expressionless, as if she had long been accustomed to this complicated situation.

"You and Carmine are on standby." Dacus nodded, satisfied with Colonia's concise and precise reply. His instructions were also short and clear, and there was no room for discussion in his tone.

"Understood." Kolonia frowned slightly, with a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, but she quickly hid this emotion. Unlike Isharion and the others, she knew what this order meant, but she did not ask any more questions, but nodded gently to indicate that she would follow the instructions. Then, she suddenly asked, "Do you want to speak?"

Darkius's eyes slowly swept over the sorceresses standing in a neat and uniform manner, and the tense atmosphere in the air almost solidified. Everyone knew that the next action was related to the direction of the entire situation. Their target was not only the hidden enemy, but also a power struggle that could only be resolved with bloodshed. Everyone's role was crucial, and any slight mistake could make their entire camp pay an unbearable price.

Some sorceresses had a light of expectation in their eyes, as if they were full of confidence in the upcoming action; while others obviously concealed their inner tension, with a faint worry in their eyes. The uneasiness was not easy to detect under their strict faces, but for Darkius, it was a clear detail.

Although these sorceresses are elites who have undergone rigorous training and are familiar with how to hide their inner emotions, the emotions that are difficult to completely conceal still reveal some subtle traces.

He knows that almost everyone standing in front of him has their own stories and ties. These sorceresses are not his subordinates, but part of his family, his family, and the people he trusts most in this turbulent struggle. The loyalty and ability of the sorceresses are enough to support everything he needs.

Darkus's sight stopped at a sorceress, who stood at the front of the queue. Her calm eyes were out of tune with the tense atmosphere around her. Her expression was full of innate majesty and calmness. Darkus knew that her name was Carlesia, and she was Hoha's spouse.

This relationship made Carlesia both an emotional bond and a symbol of loyalty in this team.

Darkus knew that Carlesia's feelings for Hoha were not only a personal emotional dependence, but also a deep commitment to the fate of the family. Hoha was the brother of his cheap father, and Carlesia was someone who adhered to the family's values ​​and responsibilities. She was both Hoha's lover and a strong pillar of the family.

Loyalty and ability, no doubt.

Some of the sorceresses standing in front of him were family members, and some were brought into the Tower of Destruction when they were young. There was a history behind each of them. And now, he had to rely on the sorceresses, their loyalty and ability, to complete this mission that was doomed to be irreversible.

"No matter what, you are my family and the people I trust the most. Today, the road we walk together is destined to be extraordinary." He took a deep breath, swept his eyes through the eyes of each sorceress one by one, and then said slowly. There was a resolute breath and an indescribable power in his words. Then, he bowed deeply to the sorceresses.

He knew that no matter what the result of this action was, he would take these people with him until the final victory or the final sinking. And the sorceresses would always stand by his side and never leave.

He said no more, and firmly watched the sorceresses line up in an orderly manner. A complex emotion surged in his heart. This was a responsibility and an inevitable fate. In this vortex-like struggle, family, loyalty, and sacrifice have long been intertwined into an inescapable web. And he is destined to lead the fate of everyone to an unknown ending.

"You and Skarandil stand by." Daquus's order was concise and powerful.

Maranul said nothing, nodded silently, and then walked towards the group of red dragons. His figure was like a steady black shadow, disappearing in the atmosphere of the battle that was about to begin.

"Wait a minute." Dacus suddenly called Maranul.

"What's wrong, my brother? Is the operation going to be cancelled?" Maranul stopped, turned around and looked back, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"The arrow is on the string, so I have to... not shoot it!" Dacus raised a playful smile at the corner of his mouth, stretched out his voice, and the teasing tone was a little relaxed, and then turned serious, "Wait until Skarandil recovers the dragon form, you will bring four more artillery groups."

Maranul smiled slightly, did not say much, but made a funny gesture of understanding. The tacit understanding between him and Dacus had reached the point where it was unnecessary to speak.

Dacus walked slowly to Dulias' side, but was not in a hurry to talk to him. On the contrary, his eyes were cast deeply into the distance. On that black sea, a huge ark was sailing parallel to the Vicious Temple where he was, cutting through the vast waters of the Sea of ​​Evil and Resentment.

The Vicious Temple and the Black Ark Tower of the Blessed Evil Party were breaking through the tranquility of the Black Sea with a shocking momentum. The hulls exuded an evil glow, as if an invisible shadow was interweaving between the two ships, carrying some unfathomable threat.

Dacus's sight continued to extend forward, feeling an inexplicable illusion. At this moment, he seemed to have vaguely seen the huge figure of the Black Ark Nagor and the outline of the spire of the Black Tower of Malekith looming.

"My uncle, are you ready?" Turning his head, he spoke to Dulias.

"Anytime!" Dulias tilted his head slightly, his brief answer revealed firmness, his eyes full of determination to prepare for the coming storm.

Dacus nodded, took a deep breath of the whistling cold wind, and everything in front of him seemed to become clearer. At this moment of imminent outbreak, he knew that every choice, every action, would determine their future fate.

In the distance, the scene of nineteen assault ships being pushed out was full of tension and oppression. Each one was like a silent beast, waiting for the arrival of prey. The ship had a unique appearance, with deep black armor covering the slender hull, sharp rams, reaper crossbows, oblique sails and sharp metal lines intertwined, like a giant beast with thorns, ready to pounce on the enemy at any time.

Next to each assault ship, there was a team of soldiers working together to push. They were wearing heavy cotton jackets and helmets with goggles. They made heavy footsteps, and the wheels carrying the assault ship frame creaked. Despite the biting cold wind, their movements were not delayed, and their movements were precise and fast, and every detail showed skilled coordination.

The light in the distance penetrated the gray sky and reflected on the smooth surface of the hull. The outline of the ship became more and more cold in the sunlight. The soldiers' movements gradually became more compact. They quickly aimed at the ships and confirmed that they were safely pushed to the designated location. As the last assault ship was steadily pushed to the designated area, the soldiers quickly stood in a row, began to check their equipment, and waited for further orders.

The atmosphere was tense and solemn, and the air was filled with the taste of coldness and anxiety. Although these assault ships have not yet taken off, they have completed the final preparations, and the huge force is quietly gathering strength, ready to meet the upcoming conflict at any time.

"Are you ready?" Dacus walked in front of the soldiers, his voice as loud as thunder, shaking the air around. His eyes swept over each soldier, with a sense of oppression in his eyes, as if he wanted to read all the answers from the soldiers' eyes.

Nothing is ready, and there is no such slogan that is always ready. The soldiers stood neatly in front of the assault ship, with firmness and determination in their eyes. Despite wearing heavy cotton jackets and armor, they still stood straight, giving people a sense of deterrence that cannot be ignored. Every soldier's expression was serious, and no one spoke, but their eyes had already said it all, they were ready!

Dacus took a deep breath and turned his eyes to the row of assault ships that were ready. The cold metallic luster on the hull made the tension in the air even heavier. He looked at these soldiers, and a slight smile of approval appeared on his face. These soldiers are impeccable. They must be the best of the best to be able to board the assault ship, and their loyalty and ability are guaranteed.

Then he came to the place where the red dragons gathered and made the final arrangements.

Time passed quietly in the tense atmosphere, the sky gradually became more leaden, and the air was filled with an indescribable sense of oppression.

Gradually, the clock pointed to eleven o'clock in the morning, and the preparations entered the final stage.

In the distance, a huge scene emerged, and the scales of Splinter, who had restored the dragon form, flashed cold light. With every step on the ground, the black ark seemed to tremble. His figure was like a living mountain, majestic and not to be ignored. He folded his huge wings, his body cut through the cold air, and slowly crawled towards the parking position of the assault ship.

At the same time, the sorceresses who were on standby in the tower also rushed out, each holding a heavy square box in their hands, and the surface of the box was covered with runes and complex devices. Their steps were hurried and orderly, and there was no panic on their faces, only the calmness and determination of a warrior.

"Is it bad?" A sorceresses whispered softly, her voice as cold as the wind.

"Nothing will go wrong!" Another sorceress responded immediately, staring at the red dragon in the distance through her goggles.

Without using a gantry crane, the sorceresses gently raised their hands through superb magic, and the energy in the air fluctuated instantly. A faint light flashed, the assault ship trembled slightly, and then slowly rose.

The soldiers quickly climbed onto the back of Splinterwin, carrying their weapons, holding the ropes tightly, and crawling along the dragon's back, moving quickly and decisively.

"Hold it firmly!"

A captain shouted loudly, his eyes tense, and his hands clenched the ropes that fixed the assault ship. The tension spread in the air, and he knew that any negligence could lead to irreversible consequences.

Then, the sorceresses holding the box followed closely and quickly climbed onto the back of Splinterwin. Then, the gun crew wearing the same equipment as the soldiers also climbed up.

Finally, all the personnel and equipment were in place.

Then, Splinterwin moved forward, and Skarandil, who had transformed into a giant dragon, came not far from the raider, followed by Kudnos, Azogallon, Ibas, and Carmine...

At this time, the empty space on the Vicious Temple had become a flight deck similar to that of an aircraft carrier. They were lined up with raiders and reaper crossbows on their bodies, waiting for the time to come, waiting for Daquus's order, (End of this chapter)