Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

The table is very large and irregular. It is not a long table, a square table, or a round table. Instead, it is an irregular pentagonal table. It is as abstract as it can be and has no aesthetic appeal at all.

The largest side was very long, and many elves could sit together if they squeezed together. After all, this was Athel Loren, and yesterday's battle did not kill many Asrai nobles, so it did not achieve a relatively perfect effect. The smallest side was very short, so short that there were only five chairs. These five chairs were reserved for Salil and Serene, and the possible appearance of the Elven God.

This meeting was destined to go down in history, a great deal of history in the history of the elves, and there was no guarantee that an elven god would pop out in some way to take a look. Of course, anyone could come, but it would be best if that person didn't come.

Dakwus could sense that the sky had changed, perhaps because of his appearance. The reason... like Hoeth, most elves believed that Hoeth's actions were based on generosity or other reasons, but these were not important. What was important was that when Asuryan learned of Hoeth's actions, he severely condemned Hoeth and burned most of Hoeth's books.

If Dacus reasoned according to his own logic and cognition, he thought that what Asuryan did was reasonable. Knowledge can bring progress, but it can also lead to destruction. In short, it is uncontrollable. If everything is as he inferred, if he were Asuryan, he would most likely do the same, because Asuryan wants to protect the progress and not let it become uncontrollable.

But now... he is uncontrollable. Asuryan didn't seem to point him out, nor did he send the 10,000 Phoenix Guards to arrest him, or order the sons of Asuryan who followed him to kill him. And most importantly, judging from the signs, Asuryan's control over the elven gods has weakened, which may be related to his appearance. The original elven gods dare not be like this now. If Asuryan knew about it, they would definitely suffer.

Daxus remembered what Aisha said: I remember when I was young, I was lost in the darkness, and only the pale queen Ers-Haiai was with me. Even in her kinder days, she was not the best companion for a poor child. She frightened me, as I was afraid of the darkness around us. Until Asuryan appeared with the eagle on his shoulder, he ignited the fire and dispelled the darkness and my fear.

There are many things worth pondering in this passage. What Aisha meant by young was the last era. She should be like the elves such as Malekith and the Ty brothers, not yet a god. Ers Haiai's character is a little... This is not important. What is important is that she should be older than Aisha, otherwise Aisha would not say the word child, so Aisha's identity as a mother goddess is worth pondering.

The eagle on Asuryan's shoulder may be the giant eagle ancestor of this era, Talion, also known as the "King of Eagles". In the legend of the elves, Talion drove Ers-Haiai to the underworld under the command of Asuryan. Moreover, Asuryan in the last era did not seem to be as crazy and autistic as he is now?
So, is Asuryan the Elf God, or the Old Saint, or a fusion of the Old Saint and the Elf God? (Picture 1)
Except for Salil and Serene who had already sat down and were talking quietly, no elves sat on the chairs, although they knew where to sit under the guidance of the sorceresses. They either gathered in a group and whispered, or stood by the chairs, tormented and anxious. Gilead and Fitzvir should be Asur strictly speaking, but they, like Belloda, were assigned to Duruchi by Daxus.

The atmosphere was very stiff, no loud conversation, no loud laughter, only silent confrontation, or being attracted by Salir and Serene. At this time, Fenrir was looking at Salir. When he saw Salir nodding to him in a friendly manner, he seemed to realize something, but what was specific... And the two sons of Finnubar and Adeanna looked at Serene, looking at their daughter who believed in gods.

Out of humanitarian concern, Dacus did not arrange for Duruchi and the Asurs to sit close to each other. Aslai and Ainel kept Duruchi and the Asurs apart. This way, there would be no sudden attack on each other during the driving process, but it also made it inevitable that Duruchi and the Asurs would look at each other with their eyes wide open.

Daxus did not choose to sit in one of the five chairs, but chose to sit with the Drukis. When he approached, the elves on the scene no longer confronted each other, but turned their heads to look at him. The gazes were like thorns in his back, but he was used to it. After all, he had gone through so many storms, and this was nothing. He was confident and elegant.

"Is there something wrong with the chair?" Daxus walked straight to Maranul, took a look at the equally abstract root chair, and said slowly, then he sat down.

Dacus' words and actions seemed to have ignited a signal. When he sat down steadily, the Duruchi and the Ainel began to walk to their respective seats one by one and sat down calmly. Their movements were orderly, as if they had practiced thousands of times. The Duruchi wore black noble robes, and their expressions were cold and cruel, as if they wanted to pounce on their cousins ​​and eat them alive. The Ainel wore brown-green noble robes similar to Asrai, exuding a natural and fresh breath.

The Asrai stood aside, looking at the Twilight sisters standing behind Dacus with complicated expressions. The Twilight sisters looked particularly mysterious in the dim light, and the otherworldly temperament of Nestra and Arohan made them feel awkward. Through past experience, they knew that the daughters of Ariel chose to stand on the side of Dacus instead of fighting with Dacus to avenge Ariel. In the end, they didn't say anything. They found a place to sit down. Their movements were a little hesitant, but more of a kind of obedience.

Then, all the elves' eyes turned to Asur, who was still standing there.

The Asur were obviously at a loss, looking at each other, and finally, after receiving a signal from Finnubar, they moved. Finnubar's majestic posture and firm gaze gave them strength and confidence, and they began to find their own seats and slowly sat down. Although their movements were a little stiff, they still showed a certain elegance and nobility that other elves disdained.

The whole scene gradually became quiet, leaving only the sound of the wind blowing gently through the treetops. The elves of various tribes took their positions, and the tension and anticipation before the meeting filled the air. Everyone knew that this would be an extraordinary meeting, a meeting that had never happened in history, and Daquus's actions were undoubtedly the key to starting it all.

But Daquus didn't say anything right away. He arched his back lazily, found a relatively comfortable position and slumped there, looking up at the sky and listening carefully to the movements around him. He was waiting, and he heard the heavy footsteps of the ancient tree people mixed with the light steps of the lizard people. A moment later, Narhap, Dursu and the members of the Ancestor Elders Council who were sitting in the carriage took their positions. As members of the ancient saint system, they stood not far behind him under the gaze of the elves, mainly supporting and watching the show.

"They are my friends. They are not participating in this meeting, but are just interested. Are they listening in? Yes, watching!" Daxus glanced around and nodded slightly. He spoke calmly, and his voice echoed all around.

However, Daxus' words did not have any response, because the sound of flapping wings attracted everyone's attention. Under the gaze of the elves, lizardmen, and forest spirits, a crow landed lightly on Daxus's shoulder. The crow's feathers shone with a black luster in the dim light, like stars in the night sky.

Except for Duruch who was no longer surprised, the elves' eyes flashed with curiosity and doubt. The Ainel showed a trace of awe, and the Asrai and Asur exchanged glances silently. They seemed to have guessed what the crow represented, but they were a little uncertain.

Darkius stroked the crow's feathers gently, as if comforting an old friend. Molaig had not responded to his shameful and confusing joke, nor did he wait for a signal. Since that experience, he had become very experienced in this area, so experienced that he could tell whether the bird that appeared on his shoulder was Molaig or that person. This felt like counting real money, like...wait.

There is no doubt that the Molayig note is real and that one is fake.

"My dear old lady, it was too long ago last time." Under the gaze of the elves, Daxus turned his head and looked at the crow and said calmly. He knew that Molaig had come to support him. The last time the old woman appeared was before the Battle of the Golden Pond. At that time, the crow stayed on his shoulder for a while and then flew away, and never appeared again. If she didn't appear before the Battle of the Golden Pond, then normally, the last time he saw Molaig in Elsin Alvin was when he was participating in the Haxie Voyage Trial.

Molaig ignored Daxus' words and tilted her head to look at Salil and Serene who were looking at her. Her black feathers shone coldly in the dim light. Her sharp eyes met the eyes of the two demigods, as if they were having a silent communication. After staring at each other for a few seconds, she shook her head helplessly.

While Molaig was looking at the elven demigod, Narhap was also looking at her. What Narhap saw in his vision was completely different from what the elves saw. He saw unknown lines rushing here, connecting the sitting elves together, establishing connections between each other, forming a complex network. These lines spread outwards, connecting to this garden, and with the arrival of Molaig, the veins of these lines became more obvious.

Then, Molaig suddenly spread her wings, a low humming sound was heard in the air, and her wings began to flap vigorously. She circled in the air, the edge of her wings drew a graceful arc, and then landed lightly beside Serene. Her figure seemed to merge with the ground, and her black feathers gradually became blurred. Her body began to change, and her feathers drifted away like black mist. Her figure slowly stretched in the mist, and her feathers gradually shrank and became more compact.

As the transformation continued, her wings disappeared, replaced by a black robe, the edges of which fluttered slightly in the wind. The mist dissipated, and the crow's form completely disappeared, replaced by a figure in a black robe. The hood covered her face, revealing only a pale chin and a slightly upturned mouth.

The fabric of the black robe was like tattered linen, as dirty as it could be. She stretched out her hands from the robe, her left hand grasping the cane that appeared out of thin air, and the tip of her right index finger stretched out and trembled slightly, as if feeling every subtle change in the air.

Watching all this, Dacus nodded slightly, with an elusive smile on his face. He knew what Molaig was doing, and he seemed to have foreseen this scene. Molaig was feeling the illusory and predetermined fate. He had seen the old woman's current set of iconic moves when he first met her.

Asul, Asrai, and Ainel's reactions were like being swept by a cold wind, and expressions of shock quickly spread across their faces. The atmosphere that was full of tension and expectation a few seconds ago was now frozen by an invisible force.

The Asur were the first to react, their eyes widened, unable to believe that the never-seen Molayg was standing before them. In their minds, the Crone knew everyone's fate and could foretell every death, no matter how insignificant. The Crone decided when to live and when to die, and she sent servants through the void. Her wails were a sign of death, and those who could successfully resist her heart-wrenching howls would gain eternal life, but in reality they could not, and the wails represented the end of fate.

The Asrai's emotions were intertwined. After all, their faith and culture were deeply rooted in the power of nature and mystery. In their belief system, Morayig was a holy trinity, symbolizing fate and death. In their songs and legends, crows often appeared as a harbinger of Morayig, but Morayig had never appeared. Now that Morayig appeared before their eyes, their already uneasy hearts were filled with reverence and fear.

The Anil were more directly shocked and confused. Their belief system was no different from that of the Asur. Talos frowned tightly, looking back and forth between Molaig and Daquus, trying to figure out the truth behind all this.

The entire place fell into a strange silence at this moment, as if time had stopped. All the elves held their breath, their eyes focused on Molaig, and the leaves of the trees swayed gently in the breeze, making rustling sounds as if they were watching this scene.

Molayg stood beside Serene, looking around expressionlessly. Her eyes were as sharp as a knife, sweeping across every elf that was looking at her.

Finally, Dakwus broke the silence. He stood up, spread his hands, and slowly walked to Molaig's side. Under the gaze of all the elves, he gently stretched out his arms and gently embraced Molaig.

Molaig was slightly startled, then raised her hands and hugged Dacus back. Although her face was hidden under the hood, Dacus still sensed the gentleness and warmth she released at that moment. At this moment, she was no longer the mysterious and cold god, but a mother who cared for her children. She gently patted Dacus' back. Her action carried a kind of silent support, as if telling Dacus that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, she would stand by Dacus and face everything together.

Daxus nestled in Molaig's arms, feeling safe and warm like a child returning home. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and absorbed the strength and comfort given by his mother.

But soon, he thought of something else. In some ways, he seemed to be similar to Salil and Serene? He was the son of Molaig. Perhaps in the future, the title of Molaig's champion would disappear, replaced by the title of Son of Molaig? Then was he also a demigod? It was just that he did not inherit Molaig's power, or he developed the same but different power with Molaig through his own wild ways. After all, he could break the shackles of fate and create a new fate, which Molaig could not do.

However, the warm scene before them did not comfort the elves. On the contrary, their fear and confusion reached a peak at this moment. They were at a loss, their eyes crossed, and the hair on their backs stood up. The old woman had never appeared in front of people, but now she suddenly appeared...

"A great event." Dacus loosened his arms and said to Morayg with a smile. "Yes, child, a great event. I can feel that their fate is intertwined with yours, their fate is intertwined in your hands, and their future is determined by you." Morayg responded hoarsely, with some unfathomable light flashing in her eyes.

Except for Duruchi and the Asur who had learned some information, the other elves felt more fear and confusion when they heard this conversation. They couldn't believe their eyes, and they didn't understand why Molaig appeared at this critical moment and showed such a close relationship with Daquus.

"I want His finger bones, which will be fused with a weapon. Soon, an unprecedented artifact will be born." Molaig nodded slightly, her eyes under the hood were as deep as a pool, and then her voice sounded again, low and cold, with unquestionable power.

When Dacus heard this, he was slightly shocked, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. At this moment, he immediately thought of something, the Crone Sword? Iverene? The Death Army? But this script doesn't seem right? It's time travel, right? In his memory, isn't the finger bone Molaig's? Who is "He" in Molaig's mouth now? And wasn't it agreed that there would be five of them?

The Sword of Sorrow held by Iphrenee, Kavir, the Silent Screaming Sword held by Thousand Faces, Asu'val, the Sword of Souls held by Inkane, Villiszar, the Spear of Twilight held by Iyanden, and the last one... why is there only one left now? What made him even more curious was whether this so-called artifact could kill Slaanesh.

"This artifact will be the key to the future. Its power is enough to change the world and influence the direction of destiny. When the meeting is over, you go to find... Dais. We will meet there to perform the final ceremony. You can come too." Molaig said as she stared at Dacus with deep eyes, as if examining Dacus's determination and courage. At the end of her words, she turned to look at Salil and Serene who were looking at her, as well as Narhap in the distance.

"I will." Dacus nodded firmly. He would definitely go to see Dais, or rather, to see Val. In addition to the initial promise, he also wanted Val to help him repair the dragon armor. After the scarlet sword exploded, he had neither weapons nor armor. It was time to collect the six pieces of armor.

Molaig nodded slightly and looked at Daquus with satisfaction. Then, her figure began to change. Her body gradually shrank, her black hood became transparent, and her entire body turned into a black mist, and finally condensed into a crow. The crow spread its wings and flew high, breaking through the silent air, making a low cry.

The elves present were all dumbfounded when they saw this scene, their eyes filled with shock and confusion.

Daxus watched the crow fly away, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart. It seems that Molaig has been doing something else during this period of time. He really has become the eldest son of the old woman. But... whose finger bone is it? By elimination, autistic? Unhappy? There seems to be no other choice except these two? It can't be the Chaos Gods, that would be too weird.

Just as Daxus was about to sit down again, something else happened. The elves still had expressions of shock and confusion, but they looked away again. He followed their gaze and saw a figure with an elegant elf appear from the edge of the clearing and slowly walk towards this side.

The figure, wearing only shorts with his chest exposed, was covered with carvings and tattoos, every muscle was tense, and the lines and patterns seemed to be telling an ancient and mysterious story.

As the figure got closer, Daxus knew who it was. He had seen it several times. Then he looked at the elf next to the figure. The elf gave him a very strange feeling. She was wearing a green hooded robe embroidered with various symbols in gold thread. She was amazingly beautiful, with a faint smile on her face, and holding a lute and a wine bag in her hands. These were fine, mainly the body shape. Her chest was not bulging, but she had an elven female face, which was indescribably weird.

Loic and Liarelle walked slowly towards Dacus under his gaze. Dacus was slightly stunned, then smiled warmly and walked over to show his status as a landlord.

"welcome."

Loic nodded, a faint smile appeared under his mask, and he swept his eyes over the people present, as if assessing everyone's reaction. He nodded to the believers such as Wetir, Hegria, Tolandir, and Diana who stood up and saluted him. Liariel stared at Daquus with her bright eyes, smiled and nodded, and greeted him.

"I heard that an important meeting was going on here, so I came to take a look. Daxus, this is my child, Liariel." Loyce stopped looking around, took Liariel's hand, walked in front of Daxus, and said with a smile.

"Liyariel, welcome." Daxus said politely and enthusiastically, but he didn't bow, nor did he say anything like "your coming is an honor for all of us." And at this time, Serene also stood up from her seat, walked over and held Liyariel's hand, just like a pair of good sisters.

Serene took Liariel's hand and sat down in the previous seat. Liariel's appearance attracted new attention from the elves present. They looked at Liariel's elf from time to time with curiosity and awe.

"I won't sit down." Loic, who was standing in front of Dacus, turned his head to look at Liarelle who was sitting down, nodded again with satisfaction, and then turned to Dacus and said, "She is my child, Dacus, I beg you to help me take good care of her."

Dacuus did not immediately agree to Loic's request. He turned his head and looked at Liariel who was whispering something to Serene. Just like his initial perception, he thought Liariel was a bit miserable. They were all abilities that could make Slaanesh ecstatic. How should I put it? There are some differences between these demigods. Serene, as the daughter of Matheran, basically walks sideways in the sea.

As an elf, Sarir is naturally magic-friendly, not to mention his second sight. With Hoeth's teachings, he has a strong spellcasting power, otherwise he would not have been able to walk around Elsin Arwen for many years without any harm. But in the end, he should have turned over. As far as he knows, at the end of the world, after Belannaar died, Hoeth chose the still inexperienced Fenrir as his incarnation.

Demigods inherited a portion of God's power, and were considered tasty cakes in the eyes of the Chaos Gods. Of course, in addition to demigods, the same was true for incarnations, champions, and the like, the only difference being the size of their power, just like big cakes and small cakes.

But this person...seems to be a wimp. He is the patron saint of music, poetry, dance and wine, and is so wimpy that he has no connection with fighting. He did not inherit any of Loic's fighting skills. He saw how Loic moved quickly in the open space yesterday. If Loic wanted to, he could have appeared next to the table just now, but he did not. Instead, he walked over with Liarriel normally. This behavior basically explained everything.

Dacus's expression kept changing. He was thinking, there is no doubt that there are gods in this world. In religion, the most suitable path for elves is similar to the Pantheon model of ancient Rome and Greece. Elves and elven gods are bound together, and neither can get rid of the other. Religion can strengthen the stability of the regime and give the elves a sense of sustenance and comfort. Liarriel's ability is very outrageous in peacetime. Music, poetry, dance and wine are all what elves need.

But now is not a stable period. Loic's meaning is very clear. He wants to entrust Liariel to him. That is to say, if he returns to Naggaroth, Liariel will follow him, but she doesn't have to go to Naggaroth? It's also good to stay in Lustria. It's safe there. The Duruchi and lizardmen there can protect Liariel and let Liariel's faith take root there. Maybe the wine brewed in the Cuyo Administrative Region will be the best in the world in the future, crushing the wine of the Kingdom of Itain, and the Wine Festival of Chapeyuto will become one of the most grand festivals of the elves.

"In front of you all, I promise you that I will take good care of her." Thinking of this, Dacus no longer hesitated. He made a decision and said it solemnly in a loud voice.

"Dakwus, you are trustworthy. I believe you will take good care of Liariel." Loic showed a relieved smile on his face. He gently patted Dacryus' shoulder to express his recognition and gratitude.

After hearing what Dacus said, Liariel stood up and smiled at Dacus to express her gratitude. Her bright eyes were shining with expectation and trust.

“After the meeting, when you have time, I will give you a tattoo. This is an agreement between us and also a commemoration.” Loyk said with a little excitement in his tone.

Tattoo? This tattoo is not an ordinary tattoo. Daxus has learned some information from the war dancers along the way. There is a story behind it.

"Okay. I'm looking forward to it."

Loic once again grasped Daxus's shoulders to express his deep gratitude. He then took two steps back and disappeared on the spot under the gaze of the elves, lizardmen, and forest spirits.

After Dacus sat down again, the atmosphere became a little tense. The elves except Duruchi and Ainir were all paying attention to the next move. They thought that these gods had long been away from the mortal world, but now they witnessed the arrival of the gods with their own eyes. This shock made them at a loss for a moment, and their hearts were filled with awe and doubt. They looked at Dacus with complex expressions on their faces, with admiration, doubt, and faint expectation.

Malekith stood there in the silver mirror, staring at the scene in the mirror intently. He was originally prepared to have fun and see what new tricks Dacreus would come up with, but as the elven gods appeared one after another, he was shocked. He took a deep breath. He had lived for six thousand years and had never seen such a spectacular scene. The shock in his heart was indescribable. He once thought that he had enough control over strength and power, but at this moment he felt a little insignificant, and there was obviously some problem with his understanding of Dacreus.

"I'm sorry, everyone. I have too many friends... But maybe this is just the beginning. I'll get used to it." Daxus sat down and said calmly to the elves.

"Okay, let's officially start the meeting." Dacus said nothing more. He was thinking about something. After a moment, he continued, "As Molaig said, our destinies are blending and intertwining, and we are deciding our future destiny. What we are witnessing here is not just a meeting, but the future!

But we don't seem to know each other well? I'm from Naggaroth, he's from Ulthuan, he's from Lorenloren, and you're from Athel Loren. Let's introduce ourselves first, I'll go first."

After Dacus finished speaking, he stood up again, as if he had sent out a signal again. At the same time, Druch and the Enil stood up at the same time, followed by the three demigods, Salir, Serene and Liarriel. Seeing this, the Asur and the Asrai also stood up. No matter how big the conflict was, the demigods had stood up, so there was no place for them to sit down. He nodded with satisfaction, stretched out his hand and pressed, indicating that everyone should sit down.

"Davus Herban." Davus made an example. He did not speak the Drushil language of Duruchi, but the pure Elsalin language. He also did not say his messy, long and ugly titles. He simply said his first name and last name.

"Maranul Herban." Maranul stood up again and introduced himself. (End of this chapter)