Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

The night was dark, and a sun made by the Slann magic priest appeared in the sky above the open space, illuminating the entire open space like a flare. The camps of the Lizardmen, Asrai, Druki Ainir and the Asur Mission were scattered in the open space. The Asur Mission's camp was quiet and silent, with only the rustling sound of the breeze blowing through the open space.

A figure wearing a gorgeous cloak filled with light and shadow attracted Belloda's attention. She slowly approached the figure filled with light and shadow. She did not hide herself, and she had no reason to hide herself. The figure under the cloak gradually became clear, and she saw that it was a tall Asur.

Asul has long golden hair, like moonlight falling on his shoulders. He has a handsome face, with facial features as clear as sculptures, but he does not have deep eyes, nor does his eyes sparkle with wisdom, but instead has a hint of innocence and immaturity. He has an upright figure and noble temperament, as dazzling as a star in the night sky.

Logically speaking, Belloda was familiar with the members of the Asur delegation. After all, most of the members of the delegation were Asur from the Kingdoms of Cosqui, Iris, and Itain. But she found that she didn't seem to know this Asur? This aroused her curiosity, and she walked closer.

Belloda had not recognized Assur, but Assur had recognized Belloda. He had seen Belloda when he was still a boy, in his family's mansion, in the great amphitheater of Tor Yvresse, where his father and mother had watched with Belloda a play about the eighth Phoenix King, Edythe the Singer.

For a moment, Asur was in a trance. He had been with the embassy for some time in Elsin Arwen. He missed his hometown of Tor Yvresse, an elegant port city full of wonders, more prosperous than Lothern. He and his brother spent their time in the prosperous market, where they could buy the most delicious sweets and cakes. They happily bargained with the merchants and tasted the dream brew from Avalon, the shining fish caught on the coast of Kosquie, and the lion meat hunted in the forest of Chrace.

"Now, what should I call you?" As Belloda got closer, Asur broke free from his homesickness. He stepped forward and stood in front of Belloda, pretending to ask coldly.

"Don't be like that. I recognize you. Are you Eltharion of the Iris family?" Beloda approached and looked at the handsome Asur in front of her, and an indescribable emotion surged in her heart. She saw more scenes, she saw the shining scales under Asur's cloak, the red road crystal stone on his waist that resonated with the guide stone, the symbol of the Iris family on his chest, and the iconic mist and swift eagle emblem, and finally she whispered.

"Yes!" Eltharion responded to Beloda in a still cold voice.

"I held you in my arms when you were little." Belloda laughed. She saw through what Eltharion was trying to hide. In her opinion, Eltharion was too young. Seeing that Eltharion was still tense, she laughed and said, "Okay, stop standing here. Let's go into the tent."

Eltharion struggled internally. He had an indescribable emotion towards Beloda, and he couldn't describe it. He had heard about Beloda, and he had seen everything that happened today. In the end, he shook his head and gave way.

The decoration inside the tent was luxurious. The curtains around were made of silk, embroidered with exquisite patterns, and gold and silver threads interlaced, flickering faintly. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, and the light was softly sprinkled in the tent, illuminating every corner. The floor was covered with thick carpets with complex patterns and bright colors, and you could feel the soft touch with every step.

The long table was filled with all kinds of delicacies and drinks, and the silverware was shining with a cold luster. However, the atmosphere in the tent was as heavy as the air, so depressing that it was hard to breathe.

Finnubar sat at the head of the long table, his right elbow resting on the back of the chair, his hand resting on his chin, his brow furrowed. His eyes wandered, and he was in deep thought. Too many things happened today, too unexpectedly, for him to digest for a while. He kept recalling every detail, every decision, every conversation, and his heart was full of entanglement and anxiety. He knew that he needed to make some difficult decisions, but he couldn't be sure which path was the right one.

"Father……"

At this moment, Belloda entered the tent. She ignored the depressing atmosphere in the tent and walked straight to Seraphim who was sitting in the first seat. She hugged her father tightly. Seraphim was a little stiff and unnatural, but he didn't push her away in the end.

Belloda put her head against Seraphim's face and rubbed it gently. She behaved like a child who had been away from home for a long time and met her family again.

Seraphion's hands trembled slightly, but he finally reached out and gently stroked Belloda's hair, with a hint of tenderness and helplessness in his eyes.

"Beloda, my child..." Seraphim was a tall, serious-looking Asur, with a hint of fatigue and worry in his eyes. His voice was low and hoarse, and his heart was filled with complex emotions. There was love and concern for his daughter, but also worry and powerlessness about the present and the future.

Finnubar broke free from his thoughts, and as he watched this scene, he became even more troubled. He knew that all this was just the calm before the storm, and the appearance of Beloda at this time was a signal, and the real test was still to come.

"Welcome, Beroda." After Beroda and Seraphion finished their tenderness, Finubar stood up from his chair and said in a somewhat formal tone.

Belloda ignored Finnubar and took a cookie wrapped in plantain leaves from the table and ate it. This cookie was a specialty of Ulthuan, with a rich filling and a long aftertaste. She hadn't eaten the food from her hometown for a long time. Then she looked at Finnubar, not Finnubar, but the two young Asur standing behind Finnubar.

"Are these two your sons?" Belloda asked in an almost strange tone.

"Yes, let me introduce them to you. This is my eldest son, Yelian, and this is my youngest son, Bel-Aihor." Finnubar pointed at his two sons and introduced them solemnly. There was a hint of pride and a hint of protest on his face. The reason was...

This is a long story, and we have to start from the first steamed bun. First, we have to talk about what the Asur nobles are.

Everyone knows what nobility is, but once you start writing a book about nobility, no one knows how to define it.

First of all, subjectively speaking, the Asur nobility is socially exclusive and is a relatively closed group. It is not impossible to rise from a commoner to a noble, for example, if you are good at fighting and have great attainments in martial arts and magic, but it is very, very difficult. Usually, the woodcutters of Chrace will join the White Lion Guard through their own martial arts, and then be canonized by the Phoenix King to obtain noble status.

The Asur nobles usually maintain their exclusivity in some ways, such as through marriages between people of equal status. The Asur nobles pay attention to the marriage between people of equal status, so a circle of intermarriage is formed. In addition, marriage between people of equal status is an important means to maintain the status of the nobles and the status of the entire class.

The nobility belongs to the ruling group and the elite group, and has a superior social status. This superiority may come from economic strength, political power, social prestige, or a combination of many aspects. It symbolizes capital (title), cultural capital (knowledge, taste, accomplishment) and social capital (connections), which make the nobility superior to others.

An important source of social prestige is an ancient and proud bloodline, real or imagined, and it is widely accepted in Ulthuan that nobility is inherited rather than earned through personal effort or merit.

Asur nobles usually owned land and lived in cities, fortresses, and villages. Unlike the European nobles before the 19th century who worked in agriculture and agriculture-related industries, they would engage in bourgeois professions, that is, industry and commerce. Marin, from the Emerald Sea family, was one of the best. There is no saying in Ulthuan that working for money is vulgar, unworthy of noble status, and violates the code of noble honor. There is no saying that the ideal state of the nobility is to be a leisurely landlord, financially free, and not deliberately pursue profit like the bourgeoisie.

In their own territories, the Asur nobles had strong political power and a series of privileges, such as tax exemption, special legal status, and priority in the court, army, and bureaucracy. They often ruled over peasants and seamen who were dependent on them. Peasants had obligations such as corvée and military service, and the conscripted spearmen and archers were composed of peasants.

As a social group or class, the Asur nobles have a relatively unified mentality, lifestyle and values. Honor is one of the important values ​​of the nobility. The marriage of the nobility cannot violate this value. Marrying someone of low status is a matter of loss of honor. Honor comes from the identity of the nobility and also from the special ethics of the nobility. For the nobility, honor is more important than life. In order to defend their honor, the nobility will not hesitate to duel, even if it means losing their lives, or do something else to regain their honor.

The prince who abandoned Athos Talarion and returned to Ulthuan later went to Lustria to look for opportunities, and the prince who was tricked by Morathi into killing Malekith's wife also tried to do something else to regain his honor.

The Asur nobles have a sense of identity that transcends ethnicity. They are united with each other, which is stronger than the mutual identification between nobles and common people within the nation. In other words, a noble from the Kingdom of Cosqui may be more likely to regard the people of the Kingdom of Itain as his own people, rather than the citizens, farmers and sailors of his own territory. That being said, they are generally divided into three major groups, and the relationship between them is...

Compared with the human nobles of Elsin Arwen, the Asur nobles have some special features. There is no division into duke, earl, marquis, etc., and no prominent titles. Just like Morarion, who rules the Kingdom of Ivresse, the father of Eltharion, there is no such thing as the "Duke of Ivresse", but Prince Morarion.

There is also no saying that all sons of a noble automatically have their father's title, just like in "War and Peace" the old Duke Bolkonsky's son Andrei is also called the old Duke Bolkonsky, and if Andrei has brothers, they are also Duke Bolkonsky.

Unlike the Great Ying, the title is not closely linked to the land. When the Earl of Apple Gravity was alive, he enjoyed the title of "Earl of Oxford", but his sons would not have the title. If the sons did not have their own titles, they would be considered civilians in the legal sense. However, the sons of the Great Ying nobles are often politely called Lord So-and-so, but this is not a title with substantive meaning, but just a relatively polite name. When the old man dies, the eldest son will inherit the title, and the eldest son's younger brothers will be civilians in the legal sense if they do not have titles yet.

Due to the special selection mechanism of the Phoenix King, there are no titles such as the prince in Ulthuan. In Ulthuan, there are only the titles of prince and princess. No matter how big the territory is or how big the power is, as long as you are a noble, you will have a title. If the father has the land ownership and the right to control the power, the eldest son will inherit the father's rights and obligations. The eldest son's younger brothers do not have the right of inheritance, but in the legal sense, these younger brothers are still nobles. In order to maintain their honor and livelihood, the younger brothers will engage in various professions, serving in the Phoenix King's court, the army, or engaging in maritime trade, exploration, etc., or entering the White Tower of Hoth to study. Of course, no matter what profession they are in, they have the obligation to fight for Ulthuan. Only by fighting can they become true nobles and gain recognition and respect. This is the value and meaning of their existence.

"For five thousand years we have guarded our shores against all who would have sought to conquer us. Even in our darkest hours, when our own people betrayed us, we fought with unrivalled resolve and exceptional martial skill, and ultimately defeated them. But before you can do so, you must understand how to command your army, how to weave its many disparate parts into a symphony of devastation, how to combine the mighty magic of your battlemages with the deadly rain of your archers, how to form an impenetrable line of defense from which your cavalry can leap to devastate your enemies. If you have learned all these things, then and only then, will you be a true prince..."

—Narrated by Answe Wind Rider, Herald of the Phoenix King

Princes and princesses fight in different ways, depending on their wealth and the kingdom they were born into. But no matter where they come from, they are extremely dangerous, able to cut down their enemies with unparalleled speed. They are deadly with spears, lances, halberds, or longbows, able to penetrate the strongest defenses with their spears, or shoot an enemy in the eye while running at full speed.

Some princes even wield weapons of legend, weapons forged in the forges of Vaul the Forge God and held by their families for hundreds or even thousands of years. As such, any prince or princess who carries such a weapon into battle will fight with all the more valor, for they and their families cannot afford to let the sword fall into enemy hands or be dishonored by failure or cowardice.

However, magical weapons do not make princes generals; they also need a keen mind, courage, and a sense of duty. Thus, Ulthuan forges the finest commanders in the mortal realm, men who can read the course of battle, knowing when to commit forces, when to retreat, and when Ulthuan will demand the ultimate sacrifice from her defenders. Of course, that's just the way it is, but it's not the same thing as the other.

Therefore, the Asur in this tent are either princes or princesses. As for who is older and who is younger, only they can tell...

The young Yelian was tall and handsome, with long blond hair casually draped over his shoulders. His eyes were sharp, burning with an inextinguishable fire, revealing an undisguised radicalism and desire. His face was angular, and his eyebrows were full of confidence and determination, as if there was only one solution to any problem in his eyes: war!

Belloda noticed that Yelian's eyes stayed on her for a moment, a slightly probing and alert look, as if he was evaluating her value and position. She didn't care and nodded slightly, as a polite response.

In contrast, Bel-Ahol seemed more reserved and calm. He was shorter, with a gentle face, and his short blond hair was neatly combed back. His face did not show the eagerness to show off, but a calm firmness. He stood beside Yelian, smiled and nodded to Beloda, showing a gentle and sincere friendliness.

When Bel-Aihor saw him, Belloda felt a rare sense of tranquility and peace. Unlike Yelian's radicalism and courage, Bel-Aihor's temperament was more like a still water, deep and restrained, with a rational and youthful look in his eyes. She nodded slightly to Bel-Aihor as a greeting.

After all, the seniority is there, and Belloda didn't bring any gifts before she came. Even if she did, she didn't know what to bring. She looked at Finnubar and his son standing there, dazed for a moment, and a little wave of emotion came over her. Finnubar was once her suitor. If she had agreed to Finnubar's pursuit at that time, now... maybe she wouldn't have gone to Twilight Fortress, and wouldn't have had the experience afterwards? But she didn't regret it. If she had predicted what was happening now a long time ago, she would still choose to take this path.

In fact, the White Wave family that Belloda belongs to is not the ruler of the Kingdom of Cosqui. The real ruler of the Kingdom of Cosqui is the Cosqui family. The most famous person is Alcandor. During the Great Schism, he guarded the gate of Tal Estara for seven days with the Leaping Golden Sword in hand, but in the end, Tal Estara sank with the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth...

In addition to Tal Estara, some coastal cities of the Kingdom of Cosqui also sank, such as Tal Corelli in a certain game. The capital of the Kingdom of Cosqui was Anirain, but it was razed to the ground by Hellebron during the Great Sundering.

The current head of the Cosqui family is Darolan, the one who was chained by his two sons Danor and Dalos and handed over to Tyrion at the end of the world. In addition to these two filial sons, he also has an eldest daughter, Aedanna.

Although the Bailang family is not the ruler of the Kosqui Kingdom, they also belong to the well-known first-tier family, and their status in the Kosqui Kingdom is second only to the Kosqui Family.

Caledor II's brother Imladric's wife was not Leandra, but the famous scholar Jethaniel from the White Wave family. Leandra was his lover. However, Leandra's mother was also from the White Wave family, and was also a famous scholar. As for the relationship between Leandra's mother and Jethaniel...some things cannot be considered in detail.

The Bailang family ruled the port city of Tal Daino, while the Kosqui family controlled the port city of Elysia. Both cities were located in the north of the Kosqui Kingdom, and the two cities were very close to each other, as close as Shanghai and Ningbo.

This is also the reason why Finnubar pursued Belloda. It was a marriage between nobles...

The Cosqui family, the White Wave family, the Emerald Sea family and other families are all among Finnubar's die-hard supporters, but Darolan, like Morarion and the grandfather of the Tai brothers, did not come in person. They sent their own descendants to follow Finnubar for training and to come to Elsin Arwen to see the so-called world.

Now, Belloda turned and walked to the corner of the tent, where Adeana was standing under a soft light, smiling and waiting for her. She walked over quickly and hugged Adeana warmly, cheeks pressed against each other and rubbed gently.

"Adeanna, it's nice to meet you!" Belloda said with a smile, her voice revealing the joy of reunion after a long separation.

"Beloda, I miss you too." Adeanna responded, with a warm and suggestive light in her eyes. They talked intimately, their voices were light and joyful, as if dispelling the oppressive atmosphere in the tent.

Then, Belloda walked towards another good friend, Marin, who smiled happily when she saw her. Belloda went forward and hugged Marin tightly, feeling the long-lost warmth.

"Marin, long time no see, how are you?" Belloda asked with concern.

"Very good, Belloda. It's great to see you." Marlene answered gently, holding Belloda's hand.

The conversation between the besties was soft and cheerful, like a spring breeze blowing, instantly brightening the atmosphere in the tent.

Then, Belloda turned around and greeted the other Asurs in the tent. With every step she took, she greeted those familiar faces and exchanged a few warm words with a smile. With every greeting and every smile, the heaviness in the tent gradually dissipated, replaced by a harmonious atmosphere.

Finally, Belloda returned to her father, Seraphim. She sat down gently and felt the warmth of her father's hand. Seraphim's eyes were full of love and concern. He patted Belloda's hand gently, as if to say, "Everything will be fine."

Finnubar saw this scene, and the tangle in his heart was slightly relieved. He knew that Belloda's appearance here at this time must not be just to see an old friend, but a kind signal released by Dacus. He could clearly feel that Dacus was different from the impression of Duruchi, even though Dacus killed the king of this forest during the day. But then, Belloda's words shocked him.

After sitting down, Belloda looked around at everyone in the tent with a firm and calm look. She knew that everyone had many questions in their hearts, and she also felt the atmosphere of depression and expectation. She smiled slightly, breaking the silence for a moment.

"I know you are very curious now. You must have heard something about me before. I know you have a lot of questions to ask me now. Tonight is a long night. I don't think you can sleep. In this case, let's talk about it."

"Father, I'm in love." After saying this, Belloda felt curiosity, suspicion, expectation and trust in these eyes. She gently adjusted her hair and then whispered to her father.

"Oh?" Seraphim's eyes no longer showed love and concern as before, but questioning and surprise, his brows knitted tightly. As Belloda's father, he certainly knew about his daughter. At that time, Finnubar liked Belloda, but Belloda didn't like Finnubar, and fell in love with Cohain Iron Sword from the Kingdom of Chrace, while Cohain liked Marin from the Emerald Sea Family...

"From the Takia family."

As soon as these words came out, the tent fell silent. The princes and princesses, big and small, looked at each other, obviously thinking about the origins of the Takaya family. After a few seconds, some people gradually came to their senses and began to discuss in low voices. Then, their discussion became louder and louder, and their emotions became more intense. The atmosphere in the tent gradually became tense because they had reacted. (End of this chapter)