Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Snow covered the frozen ground, and the icy wind howled across the highlands in the southwest of Gorond, blowing countless curtains and flags. The colors of the tents were as deep as the soul of Duruchi, black, dark purple, and pale white as bone swaying in the wind. The flags were embroidered with complex emblems, describing scenes of battles, conquests, and the past, and each whispered in the cold wind about the blood-stained history.

Looking west, the Iron Mountains rose steeply from the snowfield like an insurmountable black barrier, casting shadows on the entire camp, as if it was the embodiment of some evil power, complementing the leaden sky. Occasionally, the gaps between the mountains revealed a cold light, shining on the highlands, coating this land full of death with a layer of cold blue light.

Like other settlements in Naggaroth, this tent city exudes the unique coldness and order of Duruchi. The camp is strictly divided into different areas, each with its own unique characteristics, highlighting the cruel hierarchy of Duruchi society.

Within the outermost sentry cordon is where the soldiers are stationed. The soldiers who served as the reserve for the battle last night patrolled in armor, their eyes as alert as hunting birds, watching the wind and snow and hidden threats in the distance. Their footsteps left neat traces on the snow, and messengers on black horses hurried between these warriors, bringing orders to fight or messages of death.

Going deeper, there is a sturdy stable made of heavy wood and cold iron chains, where the mounts of the cold lizard cavalry are stored. These cold-blooded monsters exude a pungent stench, and their tails occasionally swing on the ground, making disturbing sounds. The cavalry's mounts are covered with armor, and the armor of each cold lizard is engraved with spikes and bloody symbols to deter the enemy.

The larger beasts were imprisoned in fences made of thick wooden boards and cold iron bars. Their low roars mixed with the snow and wind. They twisted their heavy bodies, and the hot air they occasionally emitted turned into white mist in the cold wind. Even if you are far away from these monsters, you can still feel their anger and violence.

The trainers were busy in them, sometimes whipping them with whips, and sometimes controlling these beasts with whispers. Not far away, reptiles and war dogs screamed and roared in the iron bars, and the sound pierced people's hearts.

In the south of the camp, the followers of Cain led by Hellebron gathered together, exuding a deep atmosphere of horror. Their pointed tents pierced the night sky like the spikes of demons, and in the center of the tent, a huge funeral pile rose, the stumps hanging on the iron hooks dripped with black blood, the flames devoured the bloody spoils dedicated to the god of murder, and the burning corpses exuded a pungent smell. The hot breath mixed with the stench of burning corpses was disgusting, but it provided these believers with a morbid comfort and fanaticism.

Near the center of the camp, the sorceress group led by Annasara occupies a corner. The canopy of the tent is inlaid with glittering runes, silently emitting an awe-inspiring aura. No one dares to camp within thirty steps of their tent. The Duruchi are afraid of the magical atmosphere in the air. Occasionally, some dim lights light up from the tent, accompanied by faint whispers, which are chilling.

The central part of the camp is composed of rows of gorgeous tents, but they are not arranged according to the affiliation of various legions and powerful families as before the Duruchi tradition, just like cubs surrounding their mothers to absorb their strength and reputation.

Instead, they are close to each other, interlocking. After the new round of purges, those who are left are all their own people who can be seen when they look down. The old grievances have disappeared, and new grievances have not yet formed, not to mention the ambushes and assassinations that linger on the edge of erupting into open conflicts.

After learning that Har Gansi's army was on the way, Dacus left the main tent with his followers. There was nothing for him to do here.

After suffering a painful defeat, the chaos wave in Gorond City shrank back, as if ready to defend to the death?

From a distance, Gorond seemed to have become a city covered by forests, with black twisted trunks and underdeveloped branches rising from the ground, extending endlessly along the east and west sides of the city.

This forest looked gloomy and terrifying, as if silently indicating the breath of death and despair.

But it was not a real forest, but a huge magical dead vine. These vines were as thick as elves' arms, and each one was covered with thorns as sharp as scimitars. The surface of the vine exuded a magical luster, shrouded in black and purple light, and twisted magic fluctuations slowly rippled in the air. In the area close to these dead vines, the air became dense and difficult to breathe, filled with a strong magical stench, making people feel stuffy and nauseous.

Moreover, the vines are not static, but sway constantly with the changes of the magic wind, ebb and flow. The protrusions on the thorns are as agile as living things, sometimes gathering into a barrier, and sometimes spreading out to form a deadly trap. Their activities are not random, but full of strange regularity, like a living defense system that can not only resist foreign enemies, but also actively look for opportunities to devour invaders.

What makes people more fearful is that this magical barrier does not exist in isolation, but is maintained by the Prophecy Tower in the core of Gorond City. Every once in a while, an energy wave that can be captured by the naked eye by elves without second sight is released from the top of the tower, covering the entire vine. Energy waves are the key to maintaining the operation of the barrier, and also make the vines more aggressive.

The entire magic defense system of Gorond is the masterpiece of Morathi and the Chaos Warlocks, which contains a terrifying twisted logic. This barrier is not only a physical and magical obstacle, but also a psychological deterrent. It shows that as long as the Chaos Wave is still there, it will be like these vines, frustrated but not destroyed, ready to counterattack at any time.

So... when to attack the city is not up to Dakwus, but his clan mother, but his clan mother told him that it will be soon. The clan mother assured him that it will not take a long time.

After knowing that there will be no siege war counted by years, Dakwus felt particularly at ease in his heart, and he only wanted to eat melons and watch the peak showdown between the sisters who were once good sisters.

And the reason why he was concerned about whether Har Gansi's large army had set off was not because he needed reinforcements, just like the last Battle of Gorond. When most of them arrived, the Battle of Gorond might have ended? The reason he was concerned was that after the Battle of Gorond, there might be another battle, a battle between the Duruchi, and a battle related to religion.

Dacus began to patrol the military camp, and soon he came to the soldiers' dining area.

"You continue."

He waved his hand casually, indicating that the soldiers who became excited and nervous after seeing him should ignore him and continue to enjoy their lunch.

It was already noon, and the sky of Naggaroth was still the same lead gray color that had not changed for thousands of years. The heavy clouds were pressing down, revealing a cold light, adding a bit of chill to the gloom of the huge military camp.

The time at noon was short, precious, and worth cherishing. The soldiers who had experienced the battle in the second half of the night withdrew to the military camp that had been built in the rear in the early morning to rest. They did not take on the task of taking care of the battlefield, nor did they have time to clean the dried blood on their armor, and they had no mind to tidy up their messy braids. When they got up, they only thought of one thing.

Eating!

Show off your meal!

The food was simple, but sufficient, sufficient in all aspects, quantity, energy provided, etc.

The thick broth exuded a rich aroma, and the rough, firm, and steaming white bread was piled into a wall in front of each soldier. Each person was given a piece of salted beef from Asheril, which was almost the same size and weight, with a unique smoky aroma.

In addition, each person was given a bottle of canned fruit, which was a rare luxury for the Duruchi who had never set foot in Asheril. After these cans were opened, the flesh was crystal clear and exuded a mouth-watering sweet fragrance. After taking a bite, the tender and juicy flesh melted on the tip of the tongue, and the sour and sweet taste almost dispelled their physical and mental fatigue.

However, due to the cold weather, it was a bit troublesome to eat... because a large part of it was frozen, and the flesh in the can had frozen and became as hard as ice.

But the Duruchi were not bothered by this, and even regarded this obstacle as a continuation of fun. They easily cut open the frozen flesh with the blood-stained dagger in their hands, as naturally as peeling off the bones and flesh of prey. Some simply used their sharp nails to dig out the frozen fruit pieces and stuffed them directly into their mouths, feeling the unique experience of the collision of coldness and sweetness in their mouths.

After eating the pulp, some Duruchi poured the remaining broth into the cans, trying to re-melt the juice. The salty and fresh taste of the broth and the sweetness of the juice intertwined, unexpectedly delicious?

Dakuus, an old man on the subway watching his phone, watched this scene. He didn't know what it felt like to mix the two flavors together? He was not interested in this almost dark cuisine, but he could see satisfaction and happiness on the faces of the soldiers?

Other Duruchi used daggers or short knives to repeatedly pound the frozen juice until the ice broke into small pieces, and then put them into their mouths one by one to chew carefully, enjoying the crisp taste of the ice crystals breaking.

There were also a few Duruchi who held the cans in their palms, tried to exhale the hot air, and patiently waited for the juice to melt again. Their expressions even carried a rare peace and satisfaction, as if they had temporarily forgotten the killing and cruelty on the battlefield. They whispered about the sweetness and luxury of the fruit pulp. The occasional laughter was out of tune with the cold environment, but it was precious.

As for the drinks, they were strong liquors brought back from Asheril. The moment they were handed to the soldiers, they couldn't wait to drink them up.

The reason why strong liquors were distributed instead of wine was because low-alcohol wines like wine were frozen in the low temperature environment of the wilds of Naggaroth and could not be drunk, just like the canned food that the soldiers carefully dealt with.

But strong liquors will not be frozen, and neither will alcohol, unless it is extremely cold.

If it can be frozen, it means that the alcohol is mixed with water, that is, fake wine, technology and hard work...

Darkius found an angle that would not disturb the soldiers and stopped, standing there quietly observing everything. His eyes were indifferent but focused, as if he was trying to remember every face that was wolfing down food.

These soldiers were crude, without any of the so-called elegance of the elves. They had just experienced a fierce battle, their armor was stained with blood, their faces were covered with dirt and fatigue, and all their current performance was just a true reflection of their strong desire to survive.

"There is still a long way to go." He murmured in a low voice, with complex emotions in his tone.

He thought he had not done well enough. He was not a lord who only knew how to drive soldiers, he was the soldiers' Daddy. His responsibility was not only to command the soldiers to fight, but also to ensure the treatment of the soldiers and protect the lives of the soldiers, just as he promised the soldiers a few days ago.

"They should have better." Dacus clenched his fists.

He hoped that the soldiers would have clothes to wear in winter, so that their ears would not freeze off in the biting cold wind, their shoulders would shiver in the cold winter, their fingers holding food would turn red with cold, they would wrap their tattered cloaks tighter to keep out the cold, and hundreds of them would die on the road due to the cold during the march.

Fortunately, he did this... He prepared it before returning to Naggaroth.

Before leaving Naggaroth, the goods on the Ark had been transported down. Regardless of factions, soldiers would receive matching cold-resistant clothing and equipment as long as they went to Gorond to fight.

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He hoped that the soldiers could have a bowl of hot soup to warm their stomachs on cold nights, instead of enduring the torment of an empty stomach.

But this was not enough. He hoped that after the battle, the soldiers could take a hot bath to wash away the blood and fatigue on the battlefield, instead of wiping their bodies with cold snow grass. After taking a shower, he could change into a new, comfortable, blood-free military uniform. After changing, he could have a hot meal and drinks, lie in a comfortable tent and have a good rest.

Although he had made enough plans in the process of returning, he still had a long way to go. Looking at the soldiers, he began to think about the improvement plan of the supply system.

He thought about how to improve the efficiency of logistics, how to prevent the transport team from getting lost in the blizzard in the cold winter, how to ensure that each military uniform has enough warmth, how to allocate more fuel to supply hot food and warm tents, and how to ensure that the injured soldiers get the best treatment in the first place.

He wanted to ensure the thorough upgrade of the logistics supply system, whether it was food and grass transportation, heating equipment or medical supplies, it must be faster, more efficient and closer to the needs of the soldiers. The soldiers had already sacrificed their lives for him and fought bloody battles, and what he could do for the soldiers was to ensure that they would no longer die due to hunger, cold or insufficient supplies.

In his mind, soldiers are not just war machines, a few K of data, or NPCs, but living lives. Soldiers have homes and hopes, and what he has to do is to provide them with a safe sky, so that when they kill enemies on the battlefield, they can be focused, warm, and have faith.

Cold weather will always bother the elves. This is an unavoidable problem for the elves, not a problem that can be ignored after Duruki enters Ulthuan.

Before upgrading the mining industry, the elves need labor dispatch, and the barbarians of Norsca are the best choice. There is a high probability that the elves will enter the Dwarf Fortress of Norsca, Kislev, and the northern part of the empire in the future, and these places are all cold environments, even the chaotic wastelands of the North and South Poles.

Supply in cold environments is the most difficult and challenging, of course, one of them. If he can solve the logistics supply of cold weather operations, then it will be easy to invest troops in these places. In the warm environment of Ulthuan, it is even more worthless, and there are plans everywhere.

Sometimes he is really curious, are there any golden kelps in the food eaten by the barbarians wandering in the Chaos Wasteland? A wave was wiped out more than ten years ago, and another wave appeared today more than ten years later, just like brushing Martian soldiers.

It doesn't make sense at all.

Fortunately, there was this battle of Gorond. In his opinion, this battle was well fought, and Morathi did a great job.

The barbarians provided food to Druki. Although Druki didn't eat it, it could fully carry forward the spirit of Hannibal. After Druki fought the barbarians for the first time in Naggaroth a thousand years ago, this tradition and spirit continued.

Those frozen corpses need to be further processed and preserved. After all, these corpses are edible meat for beings like cold lizards and behemoths. After tens of thousands of them are piled up, the amount is very considerable, enough to consume for a period of time.

He has no taboos or discomfort about this, no guilt or anything... No! In his opinion, this is as it should be. There is no such thing as cremation and funeral. If he doesn't build a Jingguan to pay tribute to that little jerk Khorne, it means he is too lazy to do it. Now he is an elf, not a human, and humans are divided into many races.

In his opinion, this battle was fought well. After the battle, the labor dispatch that Druki always urgently needs can be properly supplemented. The subsequent mine upgrades, railway construction, and the demolition and construction of buildings in Naggarond cannot be separated from these labor dispatches.

He will let these barbarians who dare to step into Naggaroth shine for Naggaroth, and while making contributions to Naggaroth, fully appreciate the customs and hospitality of Naggaroth until they become food for cold lizards and behemoths, and their souls return to the arms of the Chaos Gods.

This battle was fought well. After the battle, it takes a long time for the barbarians to refresh. After all, the barbarians are not real Martian soldiers, they are directly refreshed out of thin air. There are no parents, no wives and children, weapons and armor are ready-made, and even no food is needed. Open your mouth and take a breath of northwest wind, and replenish the energy needed by the body by absorbing chaos energy.

After the Battle of Gorond, he did not think that the Duruchi would need to fight in Naggaroth on a large scale. If there was, it would be more than a decade later, waiting for the Yankees to continue to refresh.

This period of time was enough for him to integrate Naggaroth and upgrade all aspects of the Duruchi society. By then... Duruchi would still be Duruchi, but not Duruchi.

Daxus: Hehe.

Yankees: No, hehe.

Soon, it was afternoon, and the four devices that the Duruchi had seen for the first time were assembled and driven by the slaves who had just been captured.

The original lead-gray sky also changed, and the peak showdown between the sisters began. (End of this chapter)