Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

"You are quite capable."

Darkus, shirtless and fiddling with the steel in his hand, sighed as he watched the game in the distance.

"Too flexible. No matter how many points Prince Geron shakes out, he will lose." Finubal, who was sitting next to Daxus, responded in a low voice.

Not far away, "Hookblade" Seonlan was playing chess with Prince Geron, but they were not playing Gobang, but... a battle flag similar to a board game. The table was a terrain with hills, forests and plains, and various chess pieces were placed on it, including chess pieces representing Triton, chess pieces representing Eternal Guard, and so on, deployed on an army-level scale of 10,000 people.

In the medieval world, flying the medieval battle flag... This made Daxus feel like he was out of time and space. But that was it. In fact, he was the one who proposed the war game simulation, and then the lords created it according to his ideas, not for anything else, just to relieve boredom and show off (show off). In addition, he wanted to have a general psychological assessment of the command ability of these lords through the simulation, but it was mainly aimed at Seionlan and Tyrandor.

The lords around the table looked at Prince Geron with complicated eyes. It was a strange feeling, as if they knew they were going to lose, but they were powerless to do anything. Their expressions were mixed with a hint of helplessness, confusion and uneasiness, and they felt sorry for the upcoming outcome.

Seonlan's operation was as smooth as flowing water. Every move he made was full of strategy and calculation. He brought the essence of mobile warfare to the extreme. He keenly captured every opportunity and flexibly mobilized the various arms on the chessboard, just like commanding a real army. Whenever Prince Jielong tried to counterattack, he could always cleverly resolve it, as if he had foreseen every move of his opponent. The repeated pulling tactics made Prince Jielong exhausted, and he took advantage of the opponent's mistakes to continuously expand his advantage.

The deduction went faster and faster, and Prince Jerron's expression became more and more solemn. Every action of Seonlan brought him great psychological pressure, making him feel as if he was facing a great enemy. His hand holding the dice even began to tremble. As a soldier, this situation should not happen, but Seonlan's operation caused him great psychological pressure. Every decision and roll of the dice became like making a life-and-death decision on the battlefield, making him very nervous.

Daxus frowned slightly. Although this was just a game, he could see the true strength of Seonlan.

First of all, Prince Geron is a veteran warrior and commander with rich combat experience. He is at the passing average level. He is in charge of the 200 sea guards of Kosqui. His loyalty and outstanding ability make him trusted by Daloran. Otherwise, Daloran would not have sent him to protect Adeanna.

By comparison, the difference was immediately clear. Seonlan was not only an excellent warrior, but also a tactical master. Such an opponent would inevitably make people feel difficult, and Dacus, who was good at war games, would not get any good results.

"Prince Geron has his... strengths, but this time he met a stronger opponent." Finnubar's voice sounded again.

Dacus nodded, but he did not respond to Finnubar. It did not matter to him whether Geron had strengths or not. Perhaps Geron would fight under his banner one day, but that was a bit far away. It was a bit far away for him who was looking far ahead. It was a different era now, and strengths or not were no longer important. His main purpose was to observe Seonlan. He turned his gaze to the dice in Prince Geron's hand, waiting for the final result.

In the traditional impression, dice is equivalent to gambling, but this is not true. There is a reason for using dice in war games. War games are known as the "magician" directing wars. The gamers can make full use of scientific methods such as statistics, probability theory, and game theory to simulate, imitate, and deduce the entire process of war, and study and control the war situation according to the rules of war games.

The best way to demonstrate statistics, probability theory, and game theory is dice. There is no better substitute than dice.

To put it simply, the randomness of the dice can estimate the highest and lowest values, just like a venue organizer who has made clear arrangements, but in the actual process there are always various problems, that is, accidental events, such as the makeup artist's equipment is lost, the stage construction workers have a stomachache, the lighting engineer gets up late, and the host is stuck on the road. The dice can calculate the probability of accidental events and get a final result.

However, deduction cannot represent actual combat, but can only serve actual combat, because deduction itself is a process of studying, discovering and solving problems, and its ultimate purpose is communication.

The old simulations before the Battle of Midway were about studying the problem and discovering it, but not solving it, or not knowing how to solve it. They forcibly tampered with the simulation process by cheating, and obtained a result that was like stealing a bell while covering one's ears. The final result was a failure, the problem solved it, four main aircraft carriers were written off, and communication failed completely. There was no such thing as a five-minute destiny.

Prince Geron's luck exploded, he rolled six points, and the only remaining Silver Helmet Knight chess piece launched a final charge and destroyed Seonlan's Eternal Guard chess piece, but that was all.

Seonlan pushed the War Dancer chess piece to surround him, even though he was unlucky and shook the lowest point, the only remaining Silver Helmet Knight chess piece was gone. He showed a plain smile, indicating victory.

Prince Jerron did not argue, but sighed. It was a fact that he was not as skilled as others, and there was no need to lose his dignity. Although he lost, he also learned a lot from it. He looked at Seonlan with respect and gratitude in his eyes.

Sometimes, failure is also a kind of gain. "

Finnubar nodded in agreement.

After the fight was over, the lords began to summarize and re-enact the entire process. It was fine at first, but gradually things got heated up, the arguments got more intense, and they even thought about using force to solve the problem.

"You don't care?"

"Why should I care? Isn't it good like this? This is a process of communication in itself." Daxus responded with a shrug.

The re-play ended up at the quarrel stage, after all, Dacus was standing there watching. Besides, it was no big deal to fight over this matter, and it would make people laugh if they told others about it.

"Talandor, you go up and try." After the quarrel ended, Daxus asked Tyrandor to replace Seonlan.

"I'll do it." Celiere volunteered to take Prince Geron's place.

This deduction was a bit boring compared to the last one. Daxus discovered his uncle's shortcomings, or his uncle's deduction method did not meet his requirements. In his opinion, his uncle was better at commanding cold lizards to fight. He was very comfortable with small-scale battles with less than a thousand people, and he had a lot of tricks. He was considered a master and could beat the opponent without any resistance.

But he is not good at general development, and is not a qualified commander. Moreover, his uncle is just a superficial figure, and the Duruchis around him, including him, have this shortcoming. Perhaps this is caused by Duruchi's actual situation, and he wants to make changes.

He only had experience playing CD Projekt Red, such as Honour of Iron 3, and had no practical experience in this area. He couldn't even stand it when he really started, and was no better than the one who only talked about war on paper.

As the saying goes, a thousand troops are easy to get, but a general is hard to find.

Likewise, Tyrandor was not very good, and did not make full use of Asrai's expertise in mobile warfare, but he was indeed good at using the air force. In the end, the two sides began to compete with each other, engaging in positional warfare, and defeating each other through luck, purely for the sake of winning.

Dacus stopped focusing on the deduction and instead looked at the steel sheet in his hand and pondered other issues. Seonlan had approached him not long ago, hoping to go out and see the outside world. Although Seonlan's words were very obscure, he understood the meaning behind Seonlan's words. He invited Seonlan to go to Naggaroth, and Seonlan also understood the meaning behind his words and agreed, but made a request: kill Hellebron.

He happily agreed to Seonlan's request, and said why not. In his opinion, even if Seonlan didn't ask, Hellebron must die. He had no reason to keep that crazy woman, it didn't meet his requirements, he didn't like to stay with a group of complete lunatics. Using his face to influence Hellebron? What a joke.

After seeing Daquus agreed, Seonlan told his past. The average lifespan of an elf is one thousand years, but it is not absolute. There are many known ways to prolong life. There are many old monsters like Duruchi, Ainir and Asrai who have lived for thousands of years. He is one of them. He was born in the Great Schism, in the Kingdom of Cosqui. He is not a noble, but an ordinary civilian. However, he is not a fisherman, but a farmer.

During the Sundering, Hellebron, who had returned from Elsing Arwen, led a raid on the Kingdom of Cosqui, during which Seonlan's parents died. He later took up arms in the battle against the Duruchi.

After the Great Sundering, he left the land that made him sad. After that, before he could live a few years of peace, the six-century-long war of revenge began. He rose from a commoner to a minor noble and became the chosen of Edrezer, but he could not reverse the situation. In the end, he did not embark on the ship back to Ulthuan and return to the sad land, but led the remaining people to the outskirts of Athel Loren.

Originally, Dacus positioned Seonlan as a martial arts master, just like those followers of Edrezer, serving in training, equipment use and tactical research schools. But Seonlan's understanding and cognition of tactics surprised him. He thought that Seonlan was a bit of a waste of talent as a martial arts master, and should be a dread lord, bringing mobile warfare back to Naggaroth, enriching the tactical system of Duruchi, and letting those dread lords feel the shock of mobile warfare. In Dacus's view, some dread lords are incompetent, unable to command large troops, and not loyal, almost equivalent to waste, with no training value, occupying the toilet without shitting. As we all know, there are no weak people in Naggaroth. When he returns to Naggaroth, he will definitely start a purge, replacing the old ones with new ones, qualified ones, although this will face a painful period, but it is good for everyone, of course, except those who are purged.

After the purge is over, he will create an organization similar to the General Staff to train officers and staff at all levels. He told Finnubar that he was not joking when he stopped the Haxie Trial Voyage. He had experienced it and knew how deep the water was. In his opinion, this kind of trial was useless.

It's all about financial and material resources, all depends on the family background, plus some luck, such as breaking through the blockade in the middle of the night, but this is the captain's work, it doesn't prove anything. And generally they pick the weak ones, go to Bretonnia and the southern city-states to find opportunities, and look for opportunities to launch raids.

The three siblings of the Takaia family never participated in the trial after their family fell into poverty. They lived for more than a hundred years before they got a precious opportunity to follow him. But this does not mean that the three siblings are useless, they just lacked an opportunity.

When he was in Naggaroth, he had investigated and found that there were many dignitaries who lacked opportunities. Opportunities were created and fought for, which was absolutely correct. And then... as far as he knew, when he became famous, the loss rate of the trials rose sharply. His deeds inspired those dignitaries whose brains were not fully developed. Ulthuan became a popular tourist attraction. Many children who participated in the trials chose to go to Ulthuan, and the result was to brush military merits for the Asur Navy. They really thought that the sea guards were vegetarians.

However, he could understand this approach, after all, he was there. Not all Druki understood the core of it, they only saw the surface. The children of the rich and powerful hoped to follow his path, replicate the miracle, gain Malekith's recognition, and then get a promotion and a raise, and then...

In this case, he simply canceled the Haxiye Trial Voyage and gave these children of the rich and powerful who lacked opportunities a chance. After the cleansing, he would immediately start to count the rich and powerful and divide them into different categories. Which ones were there before coming to Naggaroth, which ones were conferred later, which ones were conferred by Malekith, and which ones were conferred by the Night Wardens and admirals.

At that time, don't be sixteen, just fourteen. No matter whether you are a man or a woman, as long as you are fourteen and don't have second sight, you will enter the Youth Military Academy under the General Staff to study and be trained as a new generation. You will know whether you are a mule or a horse after taking a walk. It all depends on your ability. You will do whatever suits you. There are so many ways to advance. Civilians will enter the school through examinations. Men and women are equal. There are nobles and civilians in the army, and the structure is reasonable.

In addition, he was not going to let Seonlan serve as the Lord of Terror right from the start. This was not in line with the process and would cause panic and doubt among the dignitaries. It would take a process, such as serving as an instructor at the Junior Military Academy and writing the theory and application of mobile warfare during his term of office to establish a system framework for mobile warfare.

After all this is done, the Duruchi studying in the Junior Military Academy will also be trained. By then, the famous Seonlan will form a new and powerful army with a part of the Eternal Guards and Duruchi students who followed him to Naggaroth, as well as the new generation of Duruchi soldiers that emerged in the process.

"We're ready, we can start." Wetil walked to Daqius and whispered.

"Coming." The shirtless Dacus stood up, tightly grasped the steel sheet in his hand, nodded to Finnubar, and walked towards where Loik was.

The crater is still the same crater, but there is not as much military force as before.

In addition to the temple guards guarding Narhap, the other lizardmen took supplies and headed towards Alanlok to start the initial construction. The Asrai who recognized the current situation and the appearance of Daquus also dispersed. They returned to their respective territories to continue their lives and take on the task of defending Athel Loren, leaving only a small number of elites to accompany the lords.

In the distance, spellcasters gathered around Narhap and Salil to learn. Not far from Daquus, Loik, who had completed the final preparations, stood there waiting for his arrival.

"Does it hurt?" Daxus asked casually, with a hint of pretended curiosity and nervousness in his eyes.

"You'll know in a moment." Loic glanced at Daquus with a faint smile on his face and a cunning light in his eyes.

Daxus, who had skipped the undressing process, sat there. His muscles were well-defined and he looked particularly strong, but his skin bore no scars from battle, nor the traditional signs of self-mutilation of the Duruchi, let alone any tattoos or war paint.

After everything was ready, Loic picked up a bottle of specially prepared ointment from the side and gently applied it to Dacus' skin. The ointment exuded a fresh herbal fragrance, which instantly relaxed Dacus' muscles.

"This will make your skin more sensitive so I can tattoo you better," Loic explained.

Then, Loic picked up a thin silver needle and began to draw complex patterns on Dacus' back. These patterns were ancient elven runes, each with its own unique meaning and power. As the silver needle moved, Dacus felt a slight tingling sensation, like countless tiny electric currents jumping on his skin.

"Relax and take a deep breath." Loic whispered, his voice calm and powerful, with a soothing power.

"This is my first time experiencing this." After saying this, Dacus closed his eyes, took a deep breath according to Loic's instructions, and tried to relax himself. The silver needle continued to move on his skin, and each movement brought him a strange feeling. Some places felt a stronger stinging sensation, while others brought a warm numb feeling.

Loic's technique is very skillful, every stitch is just right, and his movements are continuous and smooth.

As time went by, Daxus felt that his skin was gradually covered by a mysterious power. This power not only flowed on the surface of his skin, but also seemed to penetrate into his blood and bone marrow.

As we all know, elves have a tradition of tattoos, and unlike some stereotypes, tattoos do not have religious significance. It first became popular in the late Invasion, when Aenarion pulled out the Sword of Khaine, the warriors of Nagarythe began to convert to Khaine, and they would create tattoos or scars on their faces and bodies. However, at that time, Hellebron had not yet appeared, and the belief in Khaine was not so crazy. When it came to Naggaroth...

The Aenil and Asrai who live in the forest also adorn their bodies with tattoos and war paint, not only for decoration, but also to reduce their visibility in the forest. Tattoos painted by shadow dancers and weavers are blessed by the gods, using pigments made from collected plants.

Besides, tattoos are tattoos, and war paint is war paint. Tattoos are permanent, but war paint...

War paint usually appears as spirals, stripes and dots, these simple shapes have primitive symbolic meanings. War paint is mixed from diluted pigments, with magic and blessings, but it can only be used once, after which the magic will dissipate. The blessings granted are equivalent to small magic, such as concealment, courage, speed, tenacity, healing, strength and protection, etc. There are no magical skills and martial arts.

Compared to warpaint, most Aiel and Asrai, if they can, choose permanent tattoos to pay respect to the gods. Tattoo designs are more complex than warpaint, usually depicting sacred forest animals, such as bears for strength and eagles for swiftness. Getting a tattoo is an adventurous process in itself, as shadow dancers and weavers will require applicants to collect materials from remote or dangerous places.

Elves can have up to seven tattoos on their bodies, one on each limb, one on the front and back of the torso, and one on the head. Only one tattoo will be linked to the deity, the rest will evoke animal spirits or primitive symbols.

Of course, all this mess was nothing to Dacus. Who was he? What was his relationship with Loic? He did not go to collect materials. Loic collected and prepared the materials. All he had to do was sit there and wait.

"I drew runes, not forest animals. These runes are not just tattoos, but blessings. These blessings will give you powerful strength. Each rune represents a kind of power, and when combined together, they will become a part of your body." Loik explained as he took the materials handed over by Wetier.

"I seem to feel it." Dacus responded politely. In fact, he didn't know what Loik had tattooed on him, but it wasn't "Serve the Country with Loyalty". He didn't choose to cover the whole body and make seven tattoos, but chose the back.

After Loic finished drawing a rune, he put down the silver needle and gently wiped away the excess ointment and blood with a soft cloth.

"I want to introduce your belief system to Naggaroth." Dacus looked at the deduction in the distance. It seemed to have a result? It was too far away, and he couldn't see the details. Then he lowered his head to the steel sheet in his hand, and after a moment, he threw out a primer.

"Specifically? What are your ideas?" Loyke said while still drawing.

To be honest, Dacus didn't have any idea at the moment, he just mentioned it casually. The General Staff, which serves the military and war, is too important. He doesn't want it to be infiltrated and eventually become the base of Tzeentch. If that happens, everything will be over. Among the elves, Loik is the best choice. (End of this chapter)