Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

At first, when Malekith saw the quarrel, he was filled with excitement. The fierce words and unyielding attitude of the Duruchi were exactly what he longed for. Their words were like a burning flame, igniting the demands, desires and dissatisfaction deep in his heart. His eyes wandered among the quarreling crowd, and when he saw the elves roaring and punching, he felt an indescribable pleasure, as if his emotions had also found an outlet.

However, as time went on, this excitement was gradually replaced by boredom, and a trace of fatigue flashed in his eyes. The quarrel became noisy and lengthy, and he was tired of the repetitive words and fruitless arguments. All this chaos and anger was ultimately just a meaningless farce.

At this moment, his eyes inadvertently swept across another corner of the venue, where a tree man stood. The tree man's presence formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding noise, like a silent statue. His brows slightly wrinkled, his eyes gradually became focused, and he felt a sense of familiarity rising in his heart, it was a distant memory.

As he observed carefully, the fragments of memory gradually pieced together in his mind. Six thousand years ago, he had seen this tree man. At that time, he was still a young and ambitious elf prince, full of hope for the future, but that day reality dealt him a heavy blow. The scenes in those memories gradually became clear, and the tree man's old and deep face seemed to have crossed time and space and appeared before his eyes again.

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Malekith felt a complex emotion in his heart, including nostalgia for the past, confusion about the present, and anxiety about the future. He exhaled slowly, excitement and boredom intertwined in his eyes, and looked at Dacus who was sitting there without saying a word. In this chaotic meeting, Dacus's figure became his only comfort and guidance. He knew what Dacus would do next, and now was just a prelude.

In the chaotic quarrel, the words of the Asuras gradually moved closer to those of the Asurs. They expressed more understanding and support for the Asurs' views. Who put them in this situation now? Who put them in the beginning as Asurs? This change was not noticeable, but for the perceptive Asurs, it was enough to detect the subtle change in the situation.

A new tacit understanding was forming between the Asurs and the Aslais. The Asur representatives exchanged satisfied glances with each other. They could feel that the dawn of victory was already before their eyes. They felt that they had won. The meeting that Dacus had carefully manipulated seemed to be getting out of control. They saw a great opportunity. If they could successfully pull the Aslais into their arms, it would be a fatal blow to Dacus. What they had to do now was to add fuel to the fire.

Daxus watched all this calmly. He clearly felt the Asrai's hesitation, but he never said anything and remained calm. What the Asrai showed was what he wanted to see. Nothing could be more cruel than killing people and creating a hazy illusion. Moreover, he didn't seem to realize that Asur and the Asrai had discovered the essence of the matter.

After a long time, Daxus, who had never participated in the heated discussion, yawned and stood up. The moment he stood up, Duruchi, who had been pointing at and cursing Asur, seemed to have received some instructions. He stopped speaking tacitly and sat down directly, as if nothing had happened just now, catching Asur and Aslai, who were about to speak, off guard.

The situation that was originally going out of control was back on track in an instant.

After leaving the table and chair, Daxus passed through the gap between Nestra and Arohan. He shrugged at Narhap who was looking at him, and then walked to a place not far from Dursu's feet.

"Was it like this last time?"

In response to Daxu's question, Dursu lowered his head and nodded after a moment's reaction.

"Time flies like a white horse passing by, and it has been 6449 years." Daxus sighed.

The Great Vortex was established in the year -4421 of the Imperial Calendar, and the meeting held in Avalon took place a year after the establishment of the Great Vortex. It has been 6449 years since then. Except for Malekith and his mother and Dursu, the other members who attended the meeting at that time have passed away, but their decision has deeply affected the elves and even the world.

"No, no, no, Dursu, you did the right thing. If it were me, I would have made the same choice." Daxus raised his head and looked firmly into Dursu's deep eyes. Facing the confusion and bewilderment in the tree man's eyes, he denied any doubts without hesitation.

Then, he slowly walked to the foot of Dursu's huge tree and patted the bark that had been eroded by the years. Dursu's tenacious figure was like an indestructible barrier, providing him with endless strength and courage. This was his most reliable comrade-in-arms and the support of his beliefs. On the rough bark surface, some places even had traces of axe felling, as if those ancient wounds were still telling of the pain and struggle of the past.

He knew that this was the scar Durthu had received from the Dwarves who invaded Athel Loren at the end of the War of Vengeance, commonly known as: a pedicure.

"Remember, you did nothing wrong, they were the ones who were wrong." Daxus's voice was deep and powerful, with an unshakable conviction. He hoped that these words would soothe Dursu's doubts.

Dursu did not respond immediately, but Daxus could sense that the tree man's complex emotions seemed to have calmed down a little. The leaves trembled slightly, responding to his comfort.

"Remember! Our goal has never changed. Your decision is right, because you are trying to protect our world." After interacting with Dursu for a while, Daquus turned and left with steady steps. His heart was filled with a firm belief in the future. He walked back to the council table, and at the moment he turned around, he looked back again and said to Dursu.

"Let me introduce you to Dursu, the 'Heart of the Oak'. You may have heard of him more or less. He should have appeared in your family records. He attended that meeting 6449 years ago, and he attended this meeting again 6449 years later. I have to say... is it the cycle of history? Or is it something else?" Daxus came behind Gilead and pointed at Dursu and introduced him to the Asur. After the introduction, he sighed and then he leaned on the back of a chair.

"She is indeed Elena. When Astarielle was fighting the demons in Avalon, she asked me to protect her child. I brought her child back to the Great Forest, where no other elves had ever been. We fought the demons for many years to protect her child." Under the surprised gazes of the elves moving back and forth, Daxus spoke slowly in a muffled but clear and bright voice.

He was imitating Dursu, imitating the only words Dursu had said in that meeting 6449 years ago, a crucial sentence that laid the groundwork for everything that followed.

“To be honest, I understand you. Who makes me kind and generous? Maybe this is why you can still sit here and make noise today?
It's still early today, so let me tell you a story that happened 6449 years ago. You are all nobles with family heritage, and you know what happened back then, so... I won't lay the groundwork.

Just as Morathi said at the time, peace will only bring more corruption. The power of Chaos has only been dispersed, not completely destroyed. Chaos still remains in this world, and the Chaos Gods will take revenge on us.

The army of Naggaroth is enough to lead Ulthuan to victory once again. Although the war is over now, Chaos will never compromise, so we should cross the ocean and spread the power and civilization of the elves throughout the world.

There are countless fallen creatures in the north who are worshipping Chaos and piling up skulls to build altars. They are monsters made of darkness and blood, and they are constantly accumulating dangers. If we can destroy them, the light of the elves can once again illuminate the barbaric wilderness that should have been dark. "

Daxus first played a reverse role, and then said the words that Morathi had said. Duruchi and Ainir looked at him expressionlessly, because they knew how he spoke. Asur and Asrai, who did not understand his routine, showed confused expressions. In their opinion, perhaps he should not say these words, which were contrary to his identity.

"What does Morathi mean by this? Obviously, she wants to continue the war and have Malekith crowned as the Phoenix King, like Aenarion before him, to lead the elves to continue the war. And she can also rely on Malekith's identity to continue to be her queen, no, queen mother. From this perspective, there seems to be no problem, right, Lady Medard?"

"No problem!" Med was stunned for a moment. She knew that Dacus had come behind her, but she didn't expect that Dacus would ask for her opinion. She said it directly without reacting, because she thought that what Dacus said was right.

"Yes, that's all. But is what she said wrong? No, everything is as she said. During the Barshana period, Elsin Alvin has been fighting, fighting against beastmen, greenskins, and the remaining demon army. The war has continued until now and will continue in the future until one side is completely destroyed. This cannot be denied.

Then Menis refuted Morathi's point of view. He believed that the elves should return to kindness and friendship, instead of being full of bloodlust like Aenarion, and should not use violence and war to establish a new order, and should not be filled with anger. "Ms. Zoya, do you think there is a problem with what Menis said?" Daxus said, pausing, and when he finished, he just came behind Zoya.

Menes is the son of Caledor the Dragon Tamer and the father of Imrik. This Imrik is not the current Imrik, but Caledor the Conqueror, the third Phoenix King.

"no problem!"

"Yes, that's fine. From Menes' point of view, from the point of view of those princes, that's fine. If I were those princes at that time, I wouldn't want Malekith to come to power! Ulthuan needs to recover, needs kindness and friendship, not continued war. What's more, what will happen after Malekith comes to power? Everything Morathi said! The scene of Aenarion's later rule will reappear, and the power that was originally returned to his hands will be given away. If it were me, I would not agree either. That is power, the right to rule a kingdom, right?
What happened next, I guess everyone knows? I don't need to help you recall it, right? Forget it, I'll just tell you, Menis and Morathi had a quarrel, and Cyriol acted as a peacemaker to mediate. Morathi loudly questioned the princes, who of you thinks you can inherit the crown of the Phoenix King? Who can surpass Malekith and become the new King of Ulthuan? After a moment of silence, a voice appeared, saying, I think I can, I am the chosen one! "

The elves present turned their eyes to Gilead. The voice that Daxus mentioned came from the mouth of Gilead's ancestor Barshana.

"Moras asked disdainfully, You? Chosen? Chosen by whom? Barshana walked under the tree and said righteously, By the princes here, and the Everqueen! During the quarrel, Elana appeared, and then Dursu proved Elana's identity and said what I just said."

The elves present turned their eyes to Dursu, as if they wanted to gain something from the participants 6449 years ago. When Dursu nodded, they showed an understanding expression.

"And then there were arguments, like this one, in which Elaina disowned Morathi's queenship, saying that the Everqueen had returned and that Baalshanar would rule Ulthuan, just as my mother had acknowledged my father.

Morathi was very angry, what did she say? Oh, by the way, you mean you are going to marry Baalshana? So it is natural for Baalshana to become the Phoenix King?
The Everqueen will only marry the Phoenix King. This is the rule, and it will always be like this. If I marry Malekith, wouldn't that mess up the generations? So from the beginning, he didn't get any inheritance rights from his father.

This is what Elaina said, everyone doesn't deny it, right? "

Daxus paused here and observed the meeting place. When Asur and Aslai nodded in agreement, he continued speaking.

"She was very proud when she said this, as if she was sure of victory. Yes, just as she thought, she succeeded, and her words laid the foundation for the future. From then on, the Phoenix King would marry the Everqueen after he ascended the throne.

Morathi, who was in a passive position at the time, wanted to use force, but was stopped by Malekith. My memory is not very good, and I think about what Malekith told me... Yes, he said, I don’t want to tarnish my father’s reputation because of this ridiculous argument!

I will not be a villain just because of the power struggle. I inherited my father's power because I can also be a hero like him. I have never taken it for granted that I can become the Phoenix King. If the parliament has decided on Barshana, my sister will marry him, and I will not object.

Wow! The tense atmosphere of the meeting was swept away, and the princes thought that Malekith was right! His demeanor impressed the princes, but some princes sneered at him, thinking that Nagarythe was addicted to Khaine's curse and there was no cure.

Then I will announce the result! Although Prince Malekith has his father's style, he is still too young. He needs time to gain experience and see more of the world. What we need now is friendship and kindness, not iron-fisted rule, so the new Phoenix King will be succeeded by Prince Barshana!
This is what Cyriol said. He was very proud when he announced it, right? "Darkius looked at Dursu at the end of his speech. After seeing Dursu nod in confirmation, he continued speaking.

"The fate of the elves should not be decided by a single person, so I fully agree with the wise decision of the council. As my father's successor, Barshana's wisdom will surely lead us to a new era. The gods will also be more than willing to favor him. If anyone dares to have ill intentions towards the Phoenix King in the future, the Kingdom of Nagarythe will be the first to disagree.

After saying this, Malekith walked towards Baalshana and knelt on one knee in front of Baalshana to show his loyalty.

Then, another golden age for the elves began! Sorry, please forgive me, although I am the chosen one of Loik, I don’t seem to have the talent for storytelling? Maybe next, I should learn more from Liarelle. "

After hearing what Dacus said, Liariel, who had been silent all this time, gave Dacus a bright smile in response.

Druki and Ainir smiled as if they expected it, which made Asur and Aslai look puzzled. They knew Dacus, and sorry was Dacus's first move. They knew that when Dacus started to say sorry, it meant something was going to happen.

“Although I am not a good storyteller, I cannot deny the brilliance of the story itself. I think it should be a must-read for aristocrats as children. What a wonderful court politics! It is impeccable and has forced the Kingdom of Nagarythe into a corner. It is wonderful!

Malekith was generous and tolerant, but he was most dissatisfied with the result. But he also understood that the situation had been set long ago, and even if he resisted and fought hard, it would be useless, and at most both sides would suffer losses. Even so, he could not become the Phoenix King. What a wonderful layout, what a superb political means, wonderful! "Darkius swayed with his hands behind his back, sighing.

"But didn't you notice something wrong? The process is wrong! Is it wrong, Isharion?" Daxus walked behind Isharion and asked.

"Here it comes!" Maranul, who was sitting there, looked at Cowell and communicated with his eyes.

Eltharion frowned, as if thinking about something. After hearing Dacreus' call, he stood up and looked at Dacreus, with a firm and calm light in his eyes. His expression was firm, and his heart was full of faith and protection of the six thousand years of tradition.

"That's right! Is there anything wrong?" Eltharion's voice was calm and powerful, as if he was declaring an indisputable truth. He took a deep breath, and his eyes revealed an unshakable confidence and determination. "How could the decision made six thousand years ago be wrong? Morathi and Malekith, their actions are nothing more than a prying into the rights of Ulthuan!"

There was a cool gleam in his eyes, as if to say: They do not know that the rights of Ulthuan are not taken lightly, especially by those who would seek to undermine our traditions.

“So, are you so sure that the whole process is flawless and there is nothing wrong with it?” Dacus’ voice sounded softly, with a hint of sarcasm and disdain.

"No, the problem is not the process at all. The problem is the selfishness of Morathi and Malekith, their intentions! They tried to use some clever means to change the entire succession of the Phoenix King and challenge the beliefs of our ancient race." Eltharion smiled slightly, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and there was a proud light in his eyes. He shook his head slowly, his voice full of determination and confidence. He paused, his eyes fixed on Dacreus's eyes, "They thought they could easily shake us, but they were wrong!"

Daxus was silent for a moment, the sneer in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by deep thought and doubt. He was a little confused, he felt that Asur seemed to be seriously ill, and the Eltharion in front of him was more like a symbol, a symbol, a representative. Perhaps anyone who was an Asur could say the same thing as Eltharion.

"Are you really so determined?" Daxus' voice was a little low, with a hint of helplessness and disappointment.

Eltharion did not respond to Dacreus' words with words, but responded with his actions and expressions. His eyes remained firm, like a towering mountain, never wavering.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and the only atmosphere in the venue was silence and tension. All the elves watched all this quietly, with complicated emotions in their hearts.

When Dacreus looked at Eltharion, he no longer had the same sinister smile as he had the previous second.

"Hmph! Right? Right? That's right, then. Then I want to ask you, how did Aenarion become the Phoenix King? My memory is not very good, let me guess, before he appeared, the elves did not hide in caves, on hillsides, and did not die at the hands of demons. These princes formed a council on the Fire Island? Yes, a council! They studied and discussed in the council who should lead them to victory, and finally they came to a conclusion!
Aenarion!

Ah! Aenarion was tall and strong, and had travelled all over the world. He had the qualifications! Then the princes sent him a message, and he returned to Ulthuan at the time when it was most needed!

The Druks laughed. It started, it started, it finally started. The moment had finally come. After so much preparation, Dacus finally launched his attack.

"You...you! You guys!" Isharion's face turned pale in an instant. His fingers trembled as he pointed at Dacreus. His lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't speak for a while.

The atmosphere in the open space became more tense, and all eyes were focused on the two elves confronting each other.

"You...you! This is simply blasphemy against Aenarion! How dare you say that? Aenarion is the hero of all of us elves. He saved us. How can his glorious deeds be distorted by you like this!" Eltharion finally found his voice, but his voice was full of anger. His cheeks twitched slightly and his eyes were burning with rage.

Daxus laughed and covered his stomach exaggeratedly, as if Eltharion had told a very funny story.

"Fire of Asuryan! Why are you in such a hurry? Blasphemy? I am only stating the facts. You have always thought that you represent justice and glory, but in fact, your so-called traditions and beliefs are nothing but lies to deceive yourselves. You dare not face the reality and admit your mistakes. Hey, I am just curious if you don't reflect on yourself normally? Then what is the difference between you and your cousins ​​who only know how to kill?" After the performance, Daxus sneered and met Issarion's gaze without flinching.

"You! Duruchi! You have no right to say that! You simply do not understand the faith and glory of us Asur! How much sacrifice and effort we have made for the peace and prosperity of Ulthuan!" Eltharion's rage almost consumed him, his finger still trembling as he pointed at Dacreus.

"Sacrifice and hard work? Yes, you have indeed paid a lot, but so what? What can your so-called faith and glory bring? It's just more fighting and internal friction. Do you know why I tell the story of 6449 years ago? Is it just because I'm bored? Just for fun?" Daxus sneered.

At this time, the other Asur also stood up and tried to defend Eltharion, but they were suppressed by Ainir and Druch who also stood up.

"Did I tamper with history? No! Just like you said, I was talking about tradition and honor, yes, and faith! Is there anything wrong with what I said?

When Aenarion arrived at the Temple of Asuryan, the princes had already gathered in the temple, wearing robes and jewelry of various colors, shining brightly. The priests of Asuryan wore dark blue robes inlaid with diamonds and sewn with platinum thread. Beside them stood a group of astrologers, serving Aenarion who was about to enter the Holy Fire. Astarielle stood behind Aenarion, looking at Aenarion affectionately.

Aenarion was then led to the sacred fire by a priest of Asuryani, and he cried out, "This flame shall prove my heart, that I will rule the people of Ulthuan with justice and fairness in the name of the gods."

"You!" Eltharion could no longer tolerate Dacreus' provocation and rushed towards him angrily.

Just as Eltharion was about to touch Darkus, a shining wall of ice appeared. He was knocked to the ground by the impact of the ice wall and fell to the ground with a dull thud.

The Asur were in an uproar, seeing Eltharion fall to the ground, and they all rushed forward to try to help him. The Asrai also stopped being silent and began to whisper, obviously they were shocked and disturbed by Dakwus's actions.

"A priest lit the holy incense and prayed to Asuryan. Aenarion stood very calmly before the holy fire. Before he stepped into the holy fire, he looked back at the princes who were watching the ceremony with bated breath, and then walked towards the holy fire expressionlessly.

When Aenarion walked into the fire, it became even more incandescent, making it difficult to look directly at. He was not affected by the fire at all. Suddenly, the fire flashed violently, and the spectators had to close their eyes to avoid being blinded. When the princes opened their eyes again, they saw his shadow faintly appearing in the fire, and then he walked out of the fire unharmed.

Ah! The princes cheered when they saw this. Aenarion had proved himself. Their choice was right!
After completing his coronation, Aenarion left the temple and led the elves to the battlefield. Facing the Chaos army surrounding the Fire Island, he threw his hunting spear! "Dacius stared coldly at the chaos in front of him, his cold eyes swept over everyone who tried to resist him, his voice full of majesty and cruelty.

Eltharion, who was standing up, had a pale face, his body couldn't stop shaking, his lips trembling constantly, and the words of rebuttal were stuck in his throat, unable to speak. Every word of Dacus seemed to turn into a sharp sword, piercing his heart, leaving him unable to refute. At this moment, he seemed to realize something, history was not as Dacus said.

"It's not like that, it's not like that."

"Blasphemy!" Daxus roared and roared loudly.

"Yes, the Everqueen will only marry the Phoenix King. That is the rule, and it will always be so. There is no problem with that, because that is what Aenarion does, and there is no problem with that!

But what right does Elaina have to designate who will be the Phoenix King? Did her mother designate Aenarion as the Phoenix King? Is it the rule to get married, but is it not the rule to enter the Holy Fire and become the Phoenix King?

Blasphemy! Is this how Aenarion walked into the Holy Fire? Is this how he walked into the Holy Fire? Is this how he walked into the Holy Fire? ! Is this how your history of Asur records it? Who is tampering with history? It's you! Aenarion didn't use any ridiculous fire-avoiding spells! He roared in despair, he fulfilled his promise and stepped into the Holy Fire with the determination to die! Just to stop the elves from being killed! What about Baalshana? A poor trick!
What did your ancestors do? Ridiculous Council, ridiculous Elaina! Who are they to decide who is the Phoenix King? What are they qualified to do? Who are they? Just nobles? Just the Everqueen? Was Astarielle married to Aenarion before he stepped into the Holy Fire? No! What was she doing? Was she protecting her people? No! She was crying helplessly, being chased around by Chaos, hiding in the forest. Without the protection and help of Durthu and the Tree People, she would have died long ago!

Who was Elaina to designate who would be the Phoenix King? Did Barshana walk into the holy fire with the same determination to die as Aenarion did? No! He used the fire-avoiding spell, blaspheming the gods! A poor trick!
Did Baalshanar die and be reborn like Aenarion? Did he glimpse what destroyed his sanity? Did he see that all things revolve around in eternity? Did he see the souls of the Elves being devoured? Did he witness the Chaos Gods using the world as a toy and the people as slaves? Did he glimpse the gaping holes in the fabric of reality? Did he see the servants of the Chaos Gods pouring in through those holes? Did he see the horror of eternity? Did he shape, reshape, be reborn, and return to the fight?
No!No!No!

What have you done? What do you think of the Phoenix King? Game of Thrones? Palace politics? Aenarion's sacrifice and hard work, everything he created was cut off by your own hands. The spirit of the elves! The backbone of the elves was broken by your own hands! Just for the power in your hands! Why is Aenarion great? Because he is dead! You can make the so-called rules as you please and get the benefits you want!
Do you know what the Holy Fire on the Isle of Fire represents? A fire for you to play with? No! That is where Asuryan touches the world, something huge, slow, and very old. It is sacred! Before such a sacred thing, you lied to Asuryan and showed him the Phoenix King you chose, the Phoenix King who stepped into the Holy Fire with the Fire Repellent Charm? Not the Phoenix King Asuryan chose! Are you playing with Asuryan? Do you think Asuryan doesn't exist? Is Asuryan really unaware of what is happening?
You worship Asuryan and consider yourself the Chosen One! You believe that Asuryan has made plans for you and will never abandon you! Do you know why you are sitting here now? That meeting was the beginning of everything! The meeting 6449 years ago brought you here 6449 years later!

If the moment when Aenarion drew out the Sword of Khaine represented that the elves were cursed by Khaine, then the moment when Barshana used the fire-avoidance spell to enter the holy fire represented that the elves were cursed by Asuryan!

Is this how you consider yourselves the Chosen of Asuryan? What a irony, what a dark humor, what qualifications do you have, what qualifications! Calling yourselves Asur, using a variation of Asuryan's name? Do you deserve it? Do you deserve it?
Starting from Barshana, all the Phoenix Kings after him were false kings! False kings! Phoenix Kings who were not recognized by Asuryan. Thank Asuryan for his mercy. He did not let the Phoenix Guard throw these false kings who teased him back into the holy fire. If you study history carefully, you will find that those false kings are cursed! You want pleasure and peace, but have you ever really had them? You only got the secular rights you wanted, and war entangled the elves like a maggot on the tarsal bone! Until this world is destroyed!"

Daquus' words were like sharp swords, piercing through the elves' inner defenses. Every word and every sentence carried a ruthless accusation, striking at their deepest depths. (End of this chapter)