Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

"How do you feel?"

Talos, who was maintaining his sword, heard the sound of the tent being opened and asked without looking up, his tone relaxed but with a hint of teasing.

"Not very good." Aris walked into the tent, his eyes fell on Talos, and a hint of complex emotions appeared in his eyes. After a moment, he sighed and whispered, "Very strange..."

Talos smiled softly when he heard this, and did not say anything else, but continued to wipe the sword in his hand with concentration. The blade reflected a cold light under the light of the fire, like a silent witness.

Aris glanced at the elves surrounding Talos. Although the elves' costumes were a bit weird, in his opinion, these elves were comparable to his shadow warriors, and some were even stronger. The sharp aura like a knife showed that these had been tempered in countless lives and deaths, and each of them was a top warrior.

"Why did you appear here?" After a moment, he asked curiously. This was a question that arose when he saw this group of elves. There was no time before, but now, there is.

Sensing the coldness in Aris's gaze and tone, the group of Ainir and Aslai in the tent, who had lost their appearance when they first met, raised their heads and looked back at him with vigilant and scrutinizing eyes, and then lowered their heads to busy themselves with the things in their hands.

"Shouldn't we be here?" Talos finally put down his sword, raised his head and looked directly at Aris, his tone calm, but with a hint of unquestionable power.

"No!" Aris's tone suddenly rose a little, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes, "You should stay in Elsin Alvin, not here!"

As soon as the voice fell, the atmosphere in the tent immediately became tense. The elves who were maintaining their weapons and armor stopped moving, and their eyes shot at Aris like arrows. Their hostility towards Aris was obvious, but they endured it and didn't make a sound.

"You are too paranoid, Shadow King of Nagarys." Karona said on the side, with undisguised sarcasm in her tone.

Aris turned to look at Karona, his eyes sharp. However, Karaona met his gaze fearlessly, with an unsettling calmness in her eyes.

"Paranoia? Paranoia?" He repeated the word in a low voice, with disdain and anger in his tone. This was not the first time he was evaluated like this. In his long life, many people used this word to evaluate him, but now those people are dead, and he is still alive. Nagareth stood tenaciously, "Maybe, but at least my paranoia is to protect Nagareth and prevent Nagareth from a fate worse than it is now."

"Protect? Aris, your so-called protection is just pretending that nothing is wrong. Your paranoia is not protecting, but building a high wall to isolate Nagareth in your own illusion. The tide of chaos has swept the whole world, but you still naively think that as long as you stay on your own land, you can stay out of trouble?" Kerillian sneered, folded her arms, and her eyes were full of mockery.

"At least we have our own warriors and our own homeland, unlike you who left homeland and went to the outside world to humiliate yourself!" Aris responded with a hint of anger in his tone.

"Do you think we have abandoned our homeland? No, we are paving the way for the future of the elves. You stand here, but you can't see the broader picture. I witnessed the decline of Lauren Loren and saw Lauren Loren's rise again. The tide of chaos will not stop, they will crush every piece of land, including Nagarys, which you regard as a treasure. And we are trying to stop it all." Tolandil stood up calmly and said in a chanting tone.

"Rely on a few strays? Rely on you? Rely on those of you who left your homeland? Rely on Duruchi? You have been bewitched by Daquus!" Aris sneered.

"Do you think we are the ones who are bewitched? In fact, closing our eyes is the greatest ignorance. Daquus is Duruchi, but he is not. He sees farther than you. Every step he takes is to give the elves a new life and prevent the elves' future from being completely swallowed by chaos." Tolandil's eyes changed, from the previous gentleness to coldness.

"Absurd! Your foresight is nothing but self-deception! Empty illusion!" Aris laughed sarcastically, his tone full of disdain.

"So what? We went deep into the Chaos Demon Realm and closed the rift that destroyed Lauren Loren. Leaving Elsin Alvin does not mean giving up our beliefs. Aris, don't you think it's ridiculous? Even the elves can't unite, but they want to resist the tide of chaos?" Talos lowered his head and chuckled, then slowly raised his head and looked directly at Aris. His eyes were deep, as if he had seen through everything.

"You speak so nobly, so why don't you return to our homeland, as the decree issued by Caradrell said, but come here! To participate in a war that has nothing to do with you?" Aris was speechless for a moment after hearing these words. He forced himself to maintain a cold expression, but could not hide the hesitation in his eyes.

"An irrelevant war? Haven't you noticed yet? The power of Chaos is spreading, and every land cannot escape its poison. The power of Chaos has penetrated every land, whether it is Elsin Alvin or Ulthuan, they cannot escape the spread of this catastrophe. Do you think you can be peaceful forever by secluding yourself? But the fact is that the Nagaryth you are guarding will sooner or later be completely swallowed up by this wave. And we choose to fight to save everything we cherish, including your proud home!" Talos's expression gradually became serious. He stood up and walked in front of Aris with a heavy tone.

Aris clenched his hands into fists, his eyes flickered with hesitation and struggle, and he could feel that Talos' words carried some heavy truth.

"Look, this is the reason." Talos took a deep breath, "Can't you feel it? The land under your feet, Ulthuan, Elsin Arwen and the whole world are falling into weakness and on the verge of collapse. And you are still clinging to the past, thinking that you can ignore it all by closing your eyes. But the fact is that only if we unite and take the initiative to fight, can the future of the elves continue."

"So, you came here?" Aris looked around, his eyes swept past Eltharion who was silent and concentrating on wiping the fang sword in the corner, stopped at those sea guards who were a little confused, and finally fixed on Gilead's face.

"Don't embarrass them." Gilead stood up and stood between Aris and those sea guards. There was a trace of fatigue and helplessness in his voice, "They just... came to take a look, at least it's like this now. But I'm different!" He looked directly at Aris, as if he was trying to explain something, and at the same time, he seemed to find some kind of support for himself.

"Thank you for saving my ancestors." His voice was lower, his eyes flickered slightly, but his tone was always firm. "Without your actions, I would not be who I am now. But some things are not what you think. I was not held hostage or threatened. I could choose not to come, choose to live in Athel Loren, choose to escape, and enjoy a quiet forest and free scenery. Everything I do now, and where I stand now, are my... and my brother's choices."

"Wag your tail and beg for mercy from Malekith? Did your family's inheritance break off during the time of Elsin Alvin? Have you forgotten what happened then?" Aris' tone was full of sarcasm.

"You've crossed the line!" Talos' voice suddenly turned cold, his expression more serious than before, his eyes staring at Aris like a sharp blade.

"Isn't it?" Aris did not flinch, stepped forward, and confronted Talos head-on.

"We need a strong man who can lead us out of trouble." Tolandil stood up and broke the tense confrontation between the two. His tone was calm and resolute, "We need a strong man who can make changes. We followed his footsteps, left Laurent Loren, went to Athel Loren, and then went to the continent of Lustria, and finally came here."

"Darkius?" Aris raised an eyebrow mockingly.

"What else?" Talos asked with a sneer.

"Do you trust him so much?" Aris' tone was disdainful, but at the same time, it also revealed a hint of curiosity that was difficult to conceal. This was a question he had never understood.

"Of course!" Facing Aris's question, Enil and the Aslai answered almost in unison, their voices full of firmness and conviction.

"Your loyalty is too cheap."

"Then what do you call loyalty? Staying in a place with no way out, facing endless decline and division? Or guarding the so-called family glory, lingering in the lost glory?" Gilead asked back.

"I fought alongside him, and I saw him brave danger and sacrifice his life to fight the demon. I've seen..." Talos' voice was low, with a hint of awe in his tone, and then he paused and shook his head. He didn't continue, because he felt that doing so would make the memories too real. Even now, he couldn't fully understand those memories.

"What have you seen?" Aris narrowed his eyes, with a strong inquiry in his tone.

"I've seen things you can't imagine." Talos repeated, his tone firm but with deep meaning. He straightened his back and looked directly at Aris with burning eyes. "That's why we believe in Dakwus, and that's why we're here. We chose Dakwus because he brought hope, he had the ability and courage to try to change. He showed us that the elves don't need to live in the shadow of the past forever."

"So... one day, will you set foot on Ulthuan? In the way of joining Duruchi?" Aris was silent for a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, with unconcealed suspicion. His tone was low, suppressing some uncontrollable emotions.

"Yes, if I am correct, I should be the Lord of Dread? Commanding an army of nearly 20,000 or even larger troops to set foot on Ulthuan." Talos nodded, his expression calm and a little provocative.

Aris's eyes suddenly became sharp, and the expression on his face kept changing, from shock to anger, and then to a kind of cold restraint. His fingers clenched slightly, ready to draw his weapon at any time. He stared at Talos, measuring every move of the elf in front of him.

"What? You want to kill me now?" Talos took a step forward, facing the gaze of Aris without flinching, but showing a sneer. His voice was full of provocation, even with a hint of contempt. He stood straight, like a sword ready to be unsheathed at any time, without fear.

Aris's breathing became rapid, and his fingers unconsciously touched the string of the Moon Bow. Anger and doubts surged in his heart, but he tried to control himself and did not let the impulse prevail.

"Kill you?" He said coldly, with a threatening tone, but also implied a deep contradiction, "Maybe this is a relief for you, but this is not what to do now." He slowly retracted his fingers, his eyes still fixed on Talos, as if he was examining Talos' soul.

"Very good." Talos laughed softly, the laughter was low, but there was a mocking calmness. He took a step back, appearing calm, "Shadow King of Nagarys, you have experienced the Great Division, you know that war is a complex stage, everyone is looking for their own position. I sincerely wish you well, and hope that one day, you can find your answer. And my answer..." He paused, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his eyes flashed with an elusive light. "It's already here."

"What plans does your strong man have? Or, how does he plan to end the irreconcilable internal strife? Or, will he die at the hands of an enemy stronger than him before solving these problems?" Aris's voice was low, and the fire burning in his eyes gradually extinguished, replaced by deep defense and a kind of confusion that he was unwilling to admit.

"He will find a way, and we will support him unwaveringly!" Gilead responded without hesitation, his eyes were firm, his tone was like steel, "You didn't follow him, so you don't understand. He is not a simple ruler, he is a person who can change the rules."

"Rules? Rules are made of blood and steel, not empty promises and a group of blind followers." Aris's expression became serious.

"Enough!" Isharion, who had been silent all the time, suddenly stood up. His voice was low but full of power, breaking the stagnant atmosphere in the tent. He put the fang sword back into the scabbard, raised his head and looked at Aris with cold eyes, "You are the King of Shadows, not a long-tongued person. If you really doubt Dacus, then at least take action instead of wasting time here. Also, have you ever thought about why you are here now? Instead of being surrounded and chased?"

Aris did not answer Isharion's question, but confronted Isharion, trying to find a trace of hesitation in the other's eyes, but he only saw a firm coldness and an uncompromising determination.

After a moment, he slowly said, "Well, since you trust him so much, I'll see how far he can take you."

"You'll see!"

Gilde's tone was filled with an unshakable confidence, as if this was not only a trust in Dacus, but also an invisible belief.

"We have our own path, and you have your choice." Talos relaxed a little, but he looked at Aris with a defensive and dissatisfied look, "You should probably think about the question raised by Eltharion."

"Maybe."

Aris was silent for a moment, then snorted coldly and turned to leave the tent. His cloak lifted an arc at the door and disappeared in the whistling cold wind. He closed his eyes, his face full of complex pain. He knew he had failed. He was never good at words. He was not persuaded, but was angered. These elves from Elsin Alvin stood behind Dacus with unshakable determination.

Maybe...some things are more complicated than he thought, and this may be the reason why Lilith guided him here.

Standing at the edge of the camp, he let the cold wind mixed with snowflakes hit his face. His cloak fluttered in the wind, and he looked into the distance, his vision gradually blurred. He slowly closed his eyes, and the cold breath seemed to freeze his thoughts.

"Hope? The one who changed the rules?"

He murmured, and his voice was quickly blown away by the wind. His brows were furrowed, and unspoken questions emerged in his mind. He could not deny that Daquus was different, but he could not understand whether such power was enough to change the rules, and what price would such a change cost?

In the tent, the flames cast swaying shadows on the wall cloth.

"I can understand him."

Kerillian sat back in her seat quietly. Her fingers gently stroked an arrow taken from the Yankee, and the firelight reflected on her side face, looking cold and calm, and her voice was full of complex emotions.

"This is not like you, Kerillian." Gilead raised his eyebrows and looked up at Kerillian, his tone full of surprise.

"Each of us is struggling, whether in our hearts or on the battlefield. Aris just expressed his struggle more directly." Kerillian smiled lightly, but her eyes were more serious. She put the arrow back into the quiver and turned her eyes to the door of the tent. Her voice was low and slow, revealing a kind of insight into people's hearts. "He is the King of Shadows, but I see the uneasiness in his heart. His fear of the future is no different from ours, but he is more reluctant to admit it than most of us."

"Think from another angle. He didn't realize why he was standing here." Tolandil thought for a moment and said slowly. When everyone looked at him, he sorted out his thoughts and smiled.

"Although I don't want to admit it, the law of the jungle is the law of the world. Only the strong are qualified to show mercy and kindness to the weak, guide and help them, help them get out of the mud pits and swamps they fell into, let them find a place to stay in this dark world, and let lonely souls gather together... illuminate the darkness and move forward together, so that civilization will continue, the tribe will prosper, and the elves will continue forever. Perhaps, this is why I, you, and the King of Shadow are here."

There was no teasing, no applause, no sighing, only the silence in the tent, and only the occasional crackling of firewood. The low hum of the wind and snow came from afar, as if responding to Kerillian's words.

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"Remember that time?" Tyrandor looked at the forested Gorond from a distance, with a hint of emotion in his voice. Unlike many of his juniors, he had been to Naggaroth and Gorond before. There were many people who came with him at that time, such as Orion, Ariel, etc. Now, only Seonlan stood beside him among that group of people. The others were either gone or stayed in Athel Loren.

"Of course, I'm not too old to remember the past." Seonlan snorted, with a little self-mockery in his tone. He looked down at the halberd in his hand, as if recalling something.

"Back then... there weren't as many things as now?" Tyrandor sighed.

"Maybe, do you still remember?" Seonlan's eyes flashed, and he looked up at Tyrandor and asked back.

"Of course, I'm not too old to remember the past." Tyrandor raised his eyebrows and teased in Seonlan's tone, with a bit of playfulness. After a moment, his smile disappeared, and his expression became serious, "At that time, you firmly supported Orion and insisted on killing Morathi, but... Ariel..." The last words were swallowed by a sigh.

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"Ariel resolved the initial crisis, but she has never been a qualified ruler! Never!" Seonlan's eyes suddenly became sharp, and his tone was mixed with anger and loss. "Many times, I don't understand whether we chose Ariel or the gods chose Ariel. Her decision... How much painful price did we pay?"

"So, you chose not to participate in the battle at that time?" Tyrandor looked at Seonlan, with a complicated look in his eyes. He did not respond immediately, but was silent for a moment before asking in a low voice.

"Isn't it the same for you, Tyrandor?" Seonlan raised his head and looked directly at Tyrandor, with both questioning and a little self-mockery in his eyes.

"Maybe... we don't know what decision is correct? We don't have the ability to abandon her. Perhaps, it is a shackle... or perhaps, it is a belief?" Tyrandor opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but in the end he said nothing. He shook his head and said slowly.

"Faith? Don't be ridiculous. Every decision Ariel makes is a step that pushes us into the abyss. She has her own purpose, but she has never really considered the life and death of us, her subjects. She has always cared about Athel Loren, not us. I agree with this. After all, Athel Loren is our home, and Athel Loren is more important than we think, but she has messed up my home."

"Do you hate her?" Tyrandor asked tentatively.

"Hate? I don't know how to describe it. I fight for her and dedicate myself to her will, but I know that every step she takes brings us closer to destruction. Yes, I used to hate it, but now... it's more of a kind of exhaustion and boredom. After all, her era is over, isn't it?" Seonlan was silent for a moment, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Maybe... we are just chess pieces on the chessboard. One day, the chessboard will be overturned, right?" Tyrandor looked at Seonlan and didn't speak for a long time. He knew that this kind of boredom did not come from individuals, but from the heaviness of the entire era. He raised his head, looked at the forest in the distance, and whispered.

Seonlan did not argue, but sighed and continued to look at Gorond who was being attacked in the distance.

The sky was gloomy and low, and the sun was blocked by heavy dark clouds. Only a little light shone through the gaps in the clouds and sprinkled on the ground, as if to plate this piece of destroyed theater with cold light and shadow. The air was filled with the smell of burning, the strong breath of fire was mixed with the fluctuations of magic, and every corner of the battlefield was filled with a sense of oppression.

The temporary siege equipment began to operate, and the matching lizard-style equipment, that is, barrels of grease mixed with fire lizard liquid, were thrown at the magical dead vine. The flames drew a fiery arc in the air, and a burning wave broke out after landing, like the arrival of purgatory. The flames licked the vines, and each dead vine made a twisted whine under the high temperature. The black and purple light was torn by the flames, and thick smoke and burnt smells spread.

However, the dead vines were not powerless to fight back, and a trembling energy wave burst out from the top of the Tower of Prophecy. This wave was like a dark tide, washing over the entire vine bush and devouring some of the burning flames.

The burned vines quickly withered and turned to ashes, but more new vines grew again. The thorns of the vines became sharper, and the tips flashed with dangerous cold light. They rolled and entangled flexibly, suppressing the flames on every inch of land they touched, and pounced on the flames like a whip of revenge, trying to devour them.

Annasara led the sorceresses and used magic to guide the flames more accurately. The blazing light continued to appear, merging with the flames spewing out of the instruments, turning into a more violent torrent of flames.

The collision of spells made the scene between heaven and earth distorted and terrifying.

The heat wave of the flames raised billowing smoke, rushing straight into the sky, interweaving with the black and purple mist released from the vines, forming a terrifying cloud layer that covered the sky. Lightning kept passing through the clouds. The lightning was not an ordinary white light, but was stained with deep red and dark purple, as if the thunder itself was also stained with the murderous intent of the battlefield. The thunder rolled, accompanied by the roar of magic, like the gods roaring in the clouds.

On the ground, flames and vines compete for every inch of space. The charred vines turned to ashes, but under the stimulation of the energy wave, new vines continued to emerge from the ground, and continued to fight with the flames with bloodthirsty aggression.

The entire battlefield was engulfed by a huge storm of light and shadow.

The orange-red of the flames and the black and purple of the vines intertwined, mixed with the deep red of lightning, and the sky and the earth were torn in half. The soldiers on standby witnessed the horrific scene in front of them, some with fear on their faces, and some with unwavering eyes. The flames kept pushing towards the core of the vines, and the energy waves released by the Tower of Prophecy pushed the flames back again and again, forming a confrontation that was difficult to determine the winner.

There was no victory or defeat on the battlefield, only destruction continued.

However, all this was an illusion.

The siege in the Middle Ages was very abstract, and there had to be walls, but sometimes it was hard to say, both useful and useless, more walls than Schrödinger's cat.

At the end of the world, Hesiota was attacked. During the attack, the city wall played a lot of roles. The defenders in the city used the city wall to buy time for the main force to turn around, and finally Marshal Ku killed the "Destroyer" Vashna.

In this battle, the value and role of the city wall were fully demonstrated.

But on the other hand, if Master Ma attacked the city defense system similar to Hesiota, what if Master Ma raised his hands and opened his mouth to use his specialty "Exterminate Cities".

The power displayed by Exterminate Cities is not like a certain game, where you can only destroy a few soldiers. Exterminate Cities, Exterminate Cities, this is the literal meaning, without exaggeration or embellishment.

Taraxlan also has walls, but it was breached twice by force; Naggarond's walls resisted Valkia's attack, but failed to capture it; Lothern was besieged by Drukir for a long time and could not be captured; Tyrandor besieged the dwarf fortress, but failed to take it down; Anlek in Nagarythe was captured more than once.

There are others, hundreds of examples that do not include other worlds.

It can be said to be a beast fight, but it is not. It all depends on the specific lineup and fighting style of the opponent, dragons, magic, various siege equipment and other things.

And the real killer move this time is not in the magic duel on the surface, but in other places.

During the years that Daquus stayed in Naggarond, he either accompanied Malekith, the old man, to talk nonsense, or to do things, or to do social surveys. He did a lot of things, including letting the sorceresses brainstorm and design various small inventions. The assault ship that is now in use and has good actual combat effects was established at that time.

Of course, at that time, not only the assault ship project was established, but also many other inventions. For example, a sorceress engraved a magic circle to convert the dimensional stone into Deha, and made a Duruchi version of the Deha lightning cannon.

After Malekith praised and encouraged the sorceress, he directly sealed up the evil Deha lightning cannon and related drawings. The main reason is that there are really not many dimensional stones in Naggaroth. Only Hag Graves's mine has this thing, but the quantity is very small. We can only wait for the green meteorite to fall from the sky, but meteorites usually fall in the old world, and Naggaroth has never recorded any record of falling.

Therefore, it is temporarily impossible to mass produce and use it.

But now the situation is different. After Agileth brought back the black box for producing the arcane sphere from Elsing Alvin, it has been hidden in the Tower of Destruction in Clarkarond.

The black box is good. As long as there is Deha energy, it can operate and convert it into the actual eight wind energy, that is, the arcane sphere. These balls can not only provide energy for the raiding ships, but also be used in various aspects, such as... and so on...

Originally, Dakwus was thinking of getting some heavy crossbows, such as a three-bow crossbow that can fire multiple crossbow arrows at the same time, or a quadruple crossbow, which can be used for both air and siege. After all, it is a bit too funny to use the reaper crossbow to knock down the city wall, although the elves rely on magic and dragons to attack the city.

In this regard, his ideas are a bit outdated.

During Malekith's stay in Clarkarond, he and Annasara secretly prepared a surprise for Dakwus. These two legendary spellcasters upgraded and improved the original Deha lightning cannon and created a new type of long-range firepower that truly fits the style of Duruchi - the distortion cannon.

Although it cannot tear apart reality to form a subspace crack or form a storm composed of subspace energy to suck enemy units into it like the one next door. But the medieval elf version of the distortion cannon is equally useful. The good thing is that it is versatile and has strong applicability. It can be fired at both enemies and friends.

The distortion cannon is fired at the friendly forces that have withdrawn from the front line to rest. Of course, before firing, the arcane ball must be replaced with a ball containing the wind of Jilun. The sorceress then uses the wind of Jilun to cast spells to relieve the soldiers' injuries and fatigue and speed up their recovery.

Air...

Ground...

Versatility, long-range support and friendly gains highlight a versatility and adaptability. The arcane ball used as ammunition can be replaced according to different situations.

Since there are advantages, there are disadvantages.

The core operation requires a skilled sorceress to control; it is difficult to maneuver, and cannot be deployed as quickly as the Reaper Crossbow, which can hit and run; even more terrible is that the Distortion Cannon cannot be fired...

But this does not mean that the Distortion Cannon cannot be used. Instead, its appearance marks an important turning point in the Duruchi war technology, showing the perfect combination of magic and war machinery.

Perhaps...with the upgrading of technology, there may be air gunships?

Just as the two sisters were fighting back and forth, the canvas wrapped around the Distortion Cannon was pulled open. (End of this chapter)