Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

When Loic stepped back, Dais continued hammering, and every blow of the hammer made a sonorous sound, as if resonating with the heaven and earth.

In the distance, the chanting continued.

The incarnations led their followers, who were arranged in battle formation, to chant ancient and sacred spells to infuse power into the sword. Their voices were like the sound of nature, pure and powerful, and every note resonated in the air, adding as much power as possible to the birth of the sword.

Elsa finally appeared, wearing a mask and a light green dress, surrounded by soft green light, and the vitality and power of nature continued to surge around her. Her arrival made the air around her fresher, and the flowers, plants and trees instantly glowed with new vitality. The whole world was responding to her call.

As the mother goddess of elves, Aisha has an ethereal and elegant voice. She sings hymns as if from another world, with endless power and tenderness. Her followers follow her melody and sing loudly, and the voices of gods and believers echo in the air.

"What kind of weapon is this?" Isharion, who was standing in the battle formation, leaned sideways and tilted his head, watching the ceremony taking place in the distance, he murmured foolishly.

After he finished speaking, he looked down at the tusk sword tightly held in his hand. The tusk sword was a powerful ancestral artifact of the Iris family, which had been passed down since the Great Invasion Era, generation after generation, until it was passed to his father. The tusk sword should have been held by his father, but this was his first time going far away, so his father gave the tusk sword to him. Now... the tusk sword in his hand was not so good.

Because the Starlight Forge was in a particularly good position, the warriors who were already in position could look back and see what was happening. Eltharion was like a microcosm, a symbol, and a representative. All the lords who were already in position turned their heads to look at the Starlight Forge, at the gods standing there, and at Dais who was constantly hammering.

Singing Elsa slowly walked towards the Starlight Furnace, her every step was filled with endless dignity and grace, as if the earth beneath her feet was cheering for her arrival.

Alyssa, Morana, Kalaya, Tilya Silver Wing, Saraleel Soul Walker, Med Tomaline, etc., as believers of Aisha and chosen by God, they wore robes symbolizing nature, held green leaves and flowers, and surrounded Aisha. They had pious expressions on their faces, and their eyes flashed with reverence and awe.

Aisha came to the Starlight Forge and stood in front of the sword. She raised her hands while chanting. Green light gushed out from her fingertips like flowing liquid. Then she put down her hands and stroked the sword. Soft green light flowed out from her palms and slowly poured into the sword. Under the infusion of this power, the sword flashed a more dazzling light, and exquisite patterns appeared on the sword, as if the symbols of nature were dancing on the sword.

Aisha's followers surrounded her. The green leaves and flowers in their hands began to emit a soft light. Their voices merged with Aisha's voice, forming an indescribable strange resonance.

With the infusion of Ji Lun's wind, the sword became more sacred and powerful.

"This sword will lead us to a new future." Aisha smiled, watching this sacred moment, with a loving light in her eyes. Her voice was like a gentle breeze, bathing every elf present.

The elves who were watching the ceremony were deeply shocked by this scene. Even if they didn't understand it, they knew what it meant. The scene before them was so grand that they had never heard of it before. There was no description of such a scene in the myths, but now, they actually experienced it in person.

However, this is not the end, but the beginning.

Then, Lilith, wearing a silver-white robe, slowly walked towards the sword. Her voice was like the wind at night, soft and mysterious. She was the goddess of the moon, the daughter of Elsa, and the goddess of magic. When it was her turn, the entire crater suddenly darkened, and then the entire scene was shrouded in a silver-white light. It seemed that the moonlight that had descended personally condensed into a solid around her, emitting a faint light, adding a sense of mystery and solemnity to this sacred ceremony.

Lilith stood gently in front of the sword, her silver-white robe that blended into the starry sky fluttering gently in the breeze. Her eyes were deep and gentle, and she slowly raised her hands, calling on the power in the wilderness. Her voice became soft and low, like the breeze blowing through the woods at night.

Liv, Terra, Areda and others, as Lilith's believers, surrounded Lilith. They held silver lanterns that symbolized moonlight. The light from the lanterns reflected the light of Lilith, forming a strange resonance.

Lilith chanted as she raised her hands, and brown light gushed out from her fingertips, slowly pouring into the sword like liquid. Under the infusion of this power, the sword once again flashed a dazzling light, and exquisite patterns appeared on the sword again.

"They..." Maranul asked cautiously in a low voice.

"Punching?" Daxus responded uncertainly as he watched the ceremony. The word suddenly came to his mind.

This was his first time experiencing something like this. He didn't quite understand the process, but he did know something, like opening the eyes? It seemed like it wasn't the final stage yet? The gods and incarnations were more like drilling holes, making some holes for the sword, paving the way for the follow-up. Otherwise, this was too peaceful. What about the strange phenomenon that was promised to fall from the sky? There was no way to explain it...

After Lilith left, Serene, wearing a blue-green robe, slowly walked forward. The edges of her robe were embroidered with patterns of waves and marine life, as if the essence of the entire ocean was condensed on her clothes. Her eyes were as clear as the deep sea, and her gaze flashed with the two extremes of cunning and tranquility.

After looking at Serene, Daxus was very sure that it was Matheran who came on the stage at this moment, because he had felt this feeling on Kaeya before.

With an elegant and dignified posture, and an innate nobility and mystery, Serene gently raised the conch horn in her hand. The breeze blew, and her robe fluttered gently, like the waves gently hitting the beach. When she put the conch horn to her lips and blew it gently, a deep and distant sound echoed in the air. The sound seemed to pass through the forest and come to the endless ocean, injecting the gentleness of the sea breeze and the power of the waves into the hearts of everyone present.

When the sound of the horn blown by Matheran spread throughout the crater, the sea guards from Itain and Cosqui became agitated. The two sons of Finnubar, Geron and the lower-ranking officers did not care about maintaining discipline and turned their heads to look back. They had heard the sound of the conch horn in the open space before, but the sound at this moment was completely different from the one in the open space. With the comparison and reference, they widened their eyes, and at this moment they realized something: the Lord of the Abyss, Matheran, had come.

Finnubar knew that what he saw and heard was just the surface, but it was already terrifying. This unborn sword was destined to belong to Dacreus. Aisha, Lilith, Maslan, Hoss, Loik, and Hecate were all here, which meant that the elves and gods supported Dacreus.

Moreover, he thought that the identity of Lord Des with the eye patch was not that simple, and he might be the incarnation of Val. Whose finger bone was that? Asuryan's?
A feeling of powerlessness came over Finnubar again. He saw the reaction of the Sea Guards. He knew that these trustworthy Sea Guards were all followers of Matheran like him. What if the Sea Guards were facing the real Matheran in battle, instead of Matheran's champion and daughter? With Daquus's wisdom and eloquence, how could they fight? What could they use to fight? Ordering the Sea Guards to shoot at Matheran? What a joke.

"You will become an outstanding politician in the future, and you will play a very important role. If possible, I would like to rule the Elven Empire with you. We will play the roles of A and B. We must ensure that the system of Ulthuan can function normally when one of us is not in Ulthuan."

Finnubar, holding the meteorite sword, suddenly thought of what Dacreus had said to him.

"Perhaps? What Daxus said is right. We should destroy the old order and establish a new order. We should break the shackles on the elves and reborn from the ashes. We should prevent Lothern from being destroyed by war. Lothern should be the largest and most glorious city in the world, a city that other races admire, the 'City of World Desire'!"

As Serene played, the air around her became moist, with a faint scent of sea salt.

Beloda, Marin, Adeanna, these followers of Matheran gathered behind Serene, holding blue lanterns symbolizing the Lord of the Abyss, the light in the lanterns flickering like fluorescent creatures in the sea. They began to sing in a low voice, their singing was like the gentle sea breeze, with tranquility and power, echoing with Serene's playing.

Serene continued to blow the conch horn, and with each blow, streams of blue light flowed out from the horn. At this moment, the essence of the ocean and the sky turned into liquid and slowly poured into the sword.

At this sacred moment, Serene's playing and the believers' singing intertwined, a hymn from the depths of the ocean, offering the most sincere blessing for the birth of the sword. With the infusion of blue light, the light of the sword became deeper and more powerful, as if the power of the entire ocean was condensed in the sword.

Then, Kolonia, the incarnation of Hecate, stepped forward. Her eyes, which could see through the essence of all magic, were deep and mysterious. She held the Dust Staff in her hand high and chanted ancient magic spells. Her voice was low and rhythmic, and every syllable carried endless magic power, penetrating time and space and reaching the core of the sword.

As she chanted the spell, a lavender light began to gather in the slightly trembling air. The light generated by the wind of Shash swirled around her staff, gradually converging into a dazzling and invisible purple beam. She waved her staff lightly, and the beam flowed into the sword like water. The purple light became stronger and stronger, and finally completely merged into the sword.

"In the name of Hecate, this sword will become our sharp blade against chaos and lead us to hope!" Colonia shouted after completing the ceremony, her voice echoing between heaven and earth like thunder.

"This is the power of the eight winds. Lilith injected the wind of Gur, Hecate injected the wind of Shash, Maslan injected the wind of Aegir, Aisha injected the wind of Gillen, and Loik injected the wind of Urku. There are still three winds missing. Maybe Val has already injected the wind of Aksha? The fire of Asuryan! What kind of weapon is this?" Daxus stopped looking at the ceremony while thinking, and looked around, but there seemed to be nothing around? There was no portal he expected, it should appear soon, right?

Then, Sarir or Hoss, accompanied by Fenrir, Asanoak and Seraphim, joined the blessing ceremony for the sword. He stood on one side of the forge, his figure enveloped by pure white light, blending into the world. He raised his staff high and chanted the ancient spell in a low voice, each syllable carrying the power of heaven and earth. His voice was deep and powerful, penetrating every corner of the forest.

As he chanted, the sky burst into dazzling light, the ground shook slightly, and a powerful force surged, flowing along his staff into the sword. The light flowed on the sword, and endless purity flowed through it. The entire Starlight Furnace shone with sacred glory under this power.

At the same time, Narhap, who was sitting on the sedan chair, was on the other side. His figure was surrounded by golden light, his hands drew complex arcs in the air, and he chanted obscure spells. Then, his figure was enveloped by the light of fire, as if a ball of blazing fire, his hands dancing in the air. As he chanted, a scorching power gathered from all directions and injected into the sword. The light of the flame, the gleam of the metal and the pure white light intertwined, making the sword even more dazzling.

Dais continued to hammer, hitting the sword non-stop, each hammering with immense power and precision. The sound of the hammer hitting the sword was like thunder, echoing throughout the crater. The sound seemed to penetrate the hearts of every elf, and they felt a deep resonance, and each hammering struck out endless power and determination in their hearts.

With each hammering, the sword's light became more dazzling, as if absorbing the endless power between heaven and earth. The elves' eyes were filled with anticipation and awe, watching Dais's hammering every time as if it were a sacred ritual, forging the sword's power step by step to perfection.

As the last hammer fell, the entire Starlight Furnace instantly burst into dazzling light. This light was the Kuishu formed by the eight winds, and the holy sword took shape perfectly in this light.

Dais stopped hammering and looked at the sacred sword with his blindfold on. The sword was shining with pure light, and every inch of it contained infinite power and mysterious magic. This was another masterpiece after Cain's Sword. It was the crystallization of countless powers and the hope and glory of the whole world. His heart was filled with satisfaction and pride, but he knew that there was only one last step, the most critical step, to complete the sword.

The birth of the holy sword caused a stir in the entire Athel Loren. The sky, the earth, the forest, everything was shaken by this sacred moment.

Lustria, the Southland Jungles, the Maelstrom, and Albion all moved at this moment. The power of the entire world was awakened and gathered towards Athel Loren, making the final effort for the birth of the sword.

In Lustria, the jungles of the South, and the Isle of Albion, ancient pyramids began to glow, and the symbols of the old saints flickered on the walls. The long-awaited Slann Mage Priests in the temples led the Skink Priests to chant in unison, channeling the energy contained in the leylines to Athel Loren. The earth responded to this power, and a low hum was heard in the tremors.

The power of the Great Whirlpool was also stimulated. Under the gaze of the great wizards of the White Tower of Hoeth, the surging whirlpool seemed to be overloaded and spun faster than ever before. The power of the Great Whirlpool traveled through time and space, condensing all the energy into an unstoppable torrent. The center of the whirlpool emitted a dazzling light, like a huge source of energy, continuously transmitting power to Athel Loren.

At this moment, all spellcasters in the world felt the violent energy fluctuations.

At this moment, the whole world held its breath.

The sky suddenly became unusually bright, and the clouds were torn apart by a mysterious force, revealing a dazzling light. A brilliant pillar of light formed above the Starlight Furnace, piercing the clouds and connecting with the sky, as if connecting the mortal world and Ithil. Then, light descended from the sky and shot straight to the ground, like a silver pillar of light, illuminating the entire earth.

"Here it comes." Dacus knew the most critical moment had come. His previous judgment was correct. He was just drilling a hole. Now the energy between heaven and earth was converging towards the hole and continuously pouring into the sword. At this moment, the sword was like a sponge, constantly absorbing the wind of magic.

The next second, the whole world was shaken by this huge force. The earth began to tremble slightly, as if awakened from a deep sleep, emitting a low roar. The mountains and rivers also responded, and the rivers became more turbulent. The peaks seemed to be singing in a low voice, emitting an ancient and deep resonance. Every rock and every leaf was trembling, and the whole world was welcoming the arrival of the sword. The sea was surging, and the huge waves were rolling. Countless waves were stirred up on the sea surface, and the ocean was responding to this powerful force. The ship was shaking violently in the waves, and the sailors screamed and held the side of the ship tightly, trying to stabilize the ship.

The mountains were shaking, the snow on the peaks was sliding down, the rocks were rolling down, and there was a huge roar. The dwarves in the fortress in the mountains felt the vibration, they stopped what they were doing, and exchanged surprised looks with each other.

The Asur far away in Ulthuan also felt this fluctuation. They stopped everything they were doing, looked up at the sky, and prayed silently in their hearts.

In human cities, citizens felt the earth shaking. They walked out of their houses and looked up at the distant sky, either at the faintly visible beams of light or at the distant meteors.

The stars in the sky were also affected, flashing an unprecedentedly dazzling light, as if dazzling gems were inlaid on the white curtain. Their brilliance intertwined into a magnificent picture, as if the eyes of the elves and the ancient saints were watching this sacred moment.

In the year 2029 of the Imperial Calendar, the highly symbolic double-tailed comet once again streaked across the sky, dragging its long double tails, celebrating the appearance of the Excalibur.

The flowers, plants and trees in the forest were also inspired by this power and instantly became more vibrant. The ancient trees stretched out their thick branches, and the leaves rustled in the wind, whispering prayers. The flowers bloomed one after another, colorful and emitting rich fragrance. The earth was welcoming this new power with the most beautiful posture. The wild animals also stopped running and foraging, and looked up at the sky, their eyes full of awe and wonder.

Dursu closed his eyes and felt it. He could feel his body changing every minute and every second, as if time was going back. His originally somewhat dry body was returning to the moment before the great invasion. His spirit was constantly nourished by this power.

A warm current spread from the place where the sword was, and quickly spread to the whole of Athel Loren. The air was filled with a faint glow, and even the sunlight became brighter and gentler. The elves felt an unprecedented peace and tranquility, and their hearts were touched by an indescribable power, and they became one with the whole world.

Birds in the sky flew back in groups, circling over the sword, chirping. They announced this sacred moment and spread the glorious news to every corner. Under the influence of this force, the water in the lake rippled and sparkled, like a huge and mysterious mirror, reflecting this miracle.

The whole world has become extraordinary under the influence of this power, and every life and every inch of land is responding to this sacred moment. The appearance of the sword is not only the arrival of a weapon, but also a force that changes the world, bringing hope, courage and rebirth.

The moment he felt the sword's arrival, Isil was shocked by a huge force and began to tremble violently. The energy fluctuations in Isil swept across like a tsunami, causing a series of resonances and vibrations. The stars in the void flashed with strange light, responding to the call of this power.

At this time, the Chaos Gods also cast their eyes on the mortal world. The power of the evil gods surged in Ithil. They tried to interfere with the mortal world through their own will and destroy this new divine power.

However, Asuryan had already stood up from the diamond throne. The gods led by him would not let the evil gods succeed. A bright light was released, which was like a barrier, blocking the projected power of the four gods of chaos and buying precious time for the birth of the sword.

The moment of the sword's birth finally arrived. In the center of the light, the sword slowly rose, shining with unparalleled brilliance. The sword was engraved with ancient runes representing the ancient saints and the elven gods, and each rune exuded mysterious energy. The blade was extremely sharp, as if it could cut through time and space, as if it had condensed the purest power between heaven and earth. The hilt was inlaid with gems of various colors, and each gem contained great power. Among them, Aisha's tears were the most dazzling.

The elves' gods showed satisfied smiles on their faces. They knew that this was not only a sword, but also a symbol of hope and strength for the elves' future. Their strength and blessings would always accompany this sword and become the most powerful guardian of the elves.

Dais took a deep breath and looked at every detail and every inch of the sword. The sword condensed his hard work. A satisfied smile appeared on his face, but he did not pick up the sword. Instead, he stepped back and handed the stage to Daxus.

"Is it all done? Is it all done? We agreed that the Dragon Heir would watch the ceremony and the Great Demon would come to congratulate? I have even taken off my pants, and this is it?" Daxus muttered to himself as he rolled off the big guy. What he expected did not happen, but that did not mean that he did not need to make all the preparations before. He also knew that the next step was his time.

However, the moment Daxus's feet landed on the ground, the scene around him changed. Strange colorful flames appeared in the sky, and countless strange birds flapped their burning wings and surrounded him. The calls of these strange birds were weird and sharp, and they kept screaming at him shrilly.

"What is coming has finally come. That's what I said. What do I say?" Dacus stood there calmly, looking at the strange birds.

"Don't answer!"

The strange birds did not disperse. Amidst the noisy calls, a clear voice reached Dacus' ears. Thousands of birds seemed to be making the same sound at the same time, and the tone of the voice was fluctuating as if the signal was interfered with.

"Don't answer! Don't answer? You're a fucking Trisolaran, right?" Daxus responded speechlessly.

"There is a price to pay for touching that weapon. What you touched is not something that ordinary people can control. It is not yours. You are not the master. You..."

"Oh, stop it, don't try to play tricks on me, respect me, please?" Dacuus, who had heard enough of the old tricks, interrupted Tzeentch's whisper. In his opinion, there was a price to pay for picking up the sword. Was this perhaps destined? At worst, he could just be the God of Law and fight against him every day. He had already prepared himself mentally. Anyway, no one could do anything to anyone.

"You'd better take my warning seriously!" said the strange bird and then disappeared.

Just like you finish singing and I come on stage, before Daquus could recover, a light thought appeared in Daquus' mind.

"Don't be so rigid, and don't be so harsh. King of the Elves, you want to end this eternal war? My dear, I admire your noble intentions, but it cannot be ended." A slightly frivolous voice echoed in Dacus' mind.

"Hey, don't you think you're disgusting? Don't you have a mirror or something? You should take a good look at yourself. Where I come from, only cows wear rings in their noses."

"There is a price to pay for touching that weapon. Moreover, even if you pick up that weapon, you cannot defeat me. You cannot get the victory you dream of. You will eventually become my captive. You must remember that no matter how you get pleasure, it is only pleasure after all. You are playing with fire and getting burned."

The man ignored Darkus's ridicule and continued to persuade him patiently.

"Pleasure? You're right, but it doesn't seem to stop me from doing anything, especially when the garbage under your seat appears in front of me. You don't seem to know that I enjoy the pleasure of killing those garbage. In this way, you send the garbage to me, I chop it to death, and you get pleasure. This is a good business, a closed loop, isn't it? What do you think?"

"Wow? Wai! Wai? Are you angry? Don't go, think about it."

Just as Dacus shook his head speechlessly, a thick gas suddenly wafted around him, and his face felt wet and sticky, and then he smelled a rotten stench, like a rotting corpse and a bubbling swamp. His brows were furrowed, he had experienced this feeling before, he didn't like this feeling, he hated this feeling, but he didn't mind doing it again, of course this time he would be more prepared than last time.

"What can you gain when you take up weapons? Do you think you can destroy death itself? Don't be silly..." A miserable and sad voice poured into Dacus' ears like a stream of mud, and that disgusting feeling continued to penetrate into his mind.

"How is that Great Unclean One who I killed? A great demon, a great demon! He was killed by a mortal in the Chaos Realm, which is so laughable. He must have mocked you a lot, right? Tsk tsk tsk tsk, only you, you are so shameless. If it were me, I would stick my head into the bubbling swamp." Daxus interrupted the man's nagging and mocked him while enduring the disgust.

"you!"

"I what? I'll go again? From your tone, you sound a little scared? Wait... can I blow you to death with that weapon? This seems like a good deal?" Daxus waited for a response after mocking him, but there was no response. The disgust in his mind receded like a tide, "Wha? Wai! Wai? Are you angry too?"

As Daquus was pressing and pushing, the sky strangely turned blood red, and blood-like raindrops fell on his face one after another. Each falling raindrop made a sound like the collision of swords, clanging on his face non-stop. The raindrops became more and more dense, gradually turning into a downpour. He could hear clear war cries and screams in the rain, and these sounds intertwined into a terrifying roar.

"You foolish mortal! Who do you think you are? Every attack you launch, every cut that bleeds, every bone that is broken, every head that is taken, that is my food. I am war, and war exists because of me. Your sword is my signal. I will become your enemy in an endless stream. Every time you kill one of my men, another will immediately appear. What awaits you is only endless fighting, which will continue until the destruction of this world and this universe!"

"Who am I? I'm your father. Why are you yelling? Can't you speak normally? Also, why are you trying so hard to stop me? Let me think. Ah, you're afraid, right? The thing is, what are you afraid of? You shouldn't have shown up. Maybe I would look at you with more respect. What's the difference between you and that jerk you look down upon?"

"You! Me! You!"

"Him?" Daxus cautiously poked his head out and responded in a low voice. Then he muttered, "Are you angry? Are you so narrow-minded? Shouldn't you say something harsh? Like... just wait or something like that!?"

"Don't stand here, my brother, this is your moment, they are waiting for you." Seeing Daquus standing there motionless, Maranul jumped off the back of the Cold Lizard and tried to wake up his brother.

"My time? No! This is our time! You are my brother, you are my family." Dacus, who had returned to normal, first touched his face and confirmed that there was no blood, then shook his head to deny his brother's words. He then leaned out of the distance and said to Baine, Flanais, Celile and other elves who had accompanied him all the way, "You are my family, my relatives and friends, let's go together."

"This sword is the supreme masterpiece of the universe. It will lead us to the light and dispel the darkness!" Molaig's voice echoed in the air with irresistible power and majesty.

"Darkius, come! This sword has been waiting for too long. It needs a true master to lead the elves into a new future. Only you, Darkius, can shoulder this responsibility and master this supreme power!" Molaig continued, her voice echoing like a bell in the hearts of every elf.

"My son, from the day you were born, the entire forest of Lordaeron has been whispering this name: Arthas. My child, I am proud to watch you grow up day by day and become the embodiment of justice. Remember, we have always ruled the kingdom with strength and wisdom. At the same time, I know that you will use your powerful power cautiously. However, the real victory is to inspire the hope of the people. One day, my life will come to an end, and you will be crowned king!"

"What the hell." Daxus suppressed the words that suddenly popped up in his mind and looked at the sword firmly. He felt a strong force calling him, not only physical but also spiritual, as if he was the only one in the world who could hold the sword. He knew that the sword would be hope and the key to resisting chaos and darkness, otherwise the Chaos Gods would not be so stubborn with him.

Under the gaze of the gods and elves, Dacus looked back at the formation, in which were his family and friends. He smiled, turned around, and walked towards the Starlight Furnace step by step. Each step was so sacred, as if carrying countless expectations and missions, and his heart was filled with endless strength and determination. When he finally stood in front of the sword, the light of the Starlight Furnace enveloped him, giving the final blessing for this sacred moment.

The moment Dacus reached out his hand and touched the sword, an indescribable force instantly surged into his body. He felt the sword's energy flowing through his blood, and every inch of his skin was activated by the sword's power. He closed his eyes and felt the power merge with himself. It was an incomparable sense of power. At this moment, it seemed as if the entire universe was under his control.

He slowly raised the sword, and the blade flashed brightly in the sun. The avatars and demigods burst into earth-shaking cheers, and the elves, forest spirits, and lizardmen also burst into warm cheers at this moment, and their voices echoed in the air and spread throughout Athel Loren.

"Dakwus! You will lead us to the light and dispel the darkness! You are our hope and the future of the elves!" Molaig announced loudly, her voice full of glory and pride. (End of this chapter)