Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 331 181. Elven Human Monkey
Stories that ridicule the ignorance of others are very, very welcome in this empire of splendor!Usually the story takes place in "the village next door" or in "a friend of mine".Those who tell such stories are always careful to emphasize that such things could never have happened in their village, or themselves.So the details of these stories vary wildly, but the message is always the same, no matter how bad your own situation is, at least you don't get confused like the stupid people in the stories!
And the next story happened in Nordland.Nordland is one of only two realms in the Empire that borders the raging Sea of ​​Claws, a dangerous and unpredictable realm rich in legends and tales. ——Imperial Folk Mythology and Folklore Recorder

A small village in Nordland called "Oberwiesel" sits at a narrow inlet on the shore of the Claw Sea.Soaring sea cliffs wrap around its sides like a winter mantle, while the village itself weaves its way down the rocky slopes like a spider's web to the beach.Every morning the sea mist drifted through the village from the Sea of ​​Claw, and every night the dark streets were disturbed by the cries of seabirds and the constant whine of the wind.

The villagers in the village make a living by fishing. Of course, they rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, and the sea to eat the sea. Some people said that they would light up lights along the rock slopes at night to guide passing ships to run aground here.When a shipwreck occurs, villagers will flock to the shattered ship, looting whatever they can get their hands on.As for the unfortunate crew who survived the wreck?Best not to dwell on their sad fate.

Such tragic man-made accidents are not uncommon in Nordland, and the Sea of ​​​​Claws itself contains all kinds of dangers and mysteries.The legends and superstitions that surround this ever-changing sea lend an air of mystery and uncertainty to the region.In the village of Oberwiesel, however, life goes on, intertwined with the sea and its secrets as villagers brave the forces of nature and struggle to make a living amidst the mist and the cries of seabirds.

One evening, as the light faded, the villagers suddenly glimpsed a ship on the horizon.After a moment they hastily lit the lamps, and retreated to the warmth of the tavern, where they drank ale by the fire, sang, and merry.Only a few villagers heard the terrible sound, which was the sound of breaking wood, mixed with some tragic cries.

When dawn came, the fog hung over everything as usual.As the sun grew hotter, the fog lifted and the wreck of the ship was revealed.

The ship was once luxurious, and the villagers were delighted by the fine cargo brought by the deceiving lights.A few villagers openly prayed to Sturmfell, and many more thanked Manann.At first, none of the crew survived, not even a single body escaped from the sea.Eventually, the villagers found a survivor among the wreckage.

The survivor was unlike anyone the villagers had ever seen. He was short, with thick hair and unusually uncoordinated limbs.He wears baggy trousers and a fancy but sophisticated vest.When he was aroused, he spoke quickly, but gutturally, almost like non-language?

The villagers were so surprised that no one spoke for a while.

"There is no doubt about it! This is no ordinary man. But he came in a boat, and I have never seen a better boat! So this creature can only be an elf!" But one of the villagers once went to Nor Sessenmond, the capital of Germany, so he spoke as the most knowledgeable person in Oberwiesel, and he applauded himself after speaking.

Ignoring the applause of the most knowledgeable, the villagers gasped in surprise and began jostling and jostling to get closer to the captured elf.

"Yes, yes! It must be so! We've all heard tales of elven ships robbing us along our home coast. They burned our towns and took our countrymen to slaves in some terrible place, and I think our The boat collision has done a great thing for our Nordland!" said the villager who considered himself the eldest of the village.

Some villagers cheered after hearing this and talked excitedly with their neighbors.

"We must inform the Elector, imagine how he will reward us?" said the tavern owner who ran the only tavern in Oberwiesel.

"Of course, but first let's drag this elf into the village and see if he can speak."

So the poor elf was captured at once, and he was carried into the tavern in a chain, and put on a table.The villagers then took turns stabbing him with knives, pouring boiling water on him, and beating him with sticks.Despite his most wailing wails, he did not utter a single word that the villagers could understand.

"You should go to Sessenmonde and report this to the Elector. The only way here is to know the way to Sessenmonde." The villager, who considers himself the boss of the village, looked at the most knowledgeable villager in the village and said, seeing him nod Finally, he went on to say, "Also lock this elf in the cellar of the tavern. Obviously, he can't speak our language, but the Elector must have someone who can speak his language.!"

Then things were simple, and the most knowledgeable villagers set off for the capital of Nordland, while the elves were locked up in the dank cellars beneath the taverns.But the elf would not eat the food that the villagers gave him, and day by day he grew weaker and weaker.

At last the most knowledgeable of the villagers returned to the village on a handsome horse, with a troop of cavalry in the blue and yellow livery of the Nord leaders.

The villagers greeted the soldiers warmly, offering food, drink, and all the hospitality of their homes.

"Good people, we have come a long way to see your elf, bring him out at once!" said the captain of the cavalry.

The villagers immediately complied, and at this moment they could all think of the generous rewards that the elector would bestow on them next.

Soon the elf was brought out, almost dying, with festering wounds all over his body.

"This? Is this what you asked me to come and see? Is this your elf?" The cavalry captain looked at the elf, his eyes widened.The soldiers under him either showed blank faces, or covered their mouths and snickered, and soon his face became cold and sharp, and he snapped.

"Yes, my lord." The villager who considered himself the boss of the village said, with cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

"O Manann! It's not an elf! It's a bloody monkey!" the cavalryman growled, unable to contain his anger any longer.

As it happened, these ignorant villagers took a monkey on a boat for a so-called elf.

The anger of the captain of the cavalry horrified the villagers, who not only wasted his time because of their stupidity, but also exposed the crimes of the villagers for destroying many ships.

In the village of Oberwiesel, the villagers who thought they were the oldest, the villagers who thought they were the most knowledgeable, the tavern owner and others were immediately hanged.Other villagers were flogged for reference, their homes looted and the fishing boats they depended on sunk.

Perhaps this is Manann's judgment on those who live off the misfortune of others?
As for the monkey, the captain of the cavalry took it back to the Elector and kept it with him for many years as a pet.

(End of this chapter)