Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

"I haven't thought about it." Daxus chose to tell the truth. There was no need for him to beat around the bush with Loic. It was not nice and disrespectful.

"About those shadow hunters?" Loic tried to ask.

"Hmm... do you have any good suggestions?" Daxus hadn't thought about this aspect at first, but Loic's words gave him some inspiration, but it still lacked a bit of charm.

"You can trust Wetier, I promise." Loick said in a confident tone.

Daxus still sat there, acting very calm. He did not turn his head to look at Wettier behind him in surprise because of the promise of God. Wettier had approached him before and proposed the idea of ​​following him. He had no reason not to agree. He originally planned to let Wettier serve as a martial arts instructor, write teaching materials, and train those dark swordsmen and pirates who were good at single-armed weapons. Perhaps...

"You need some helpers to protect you." Seeing that Daquus did not respond, Loic continued.

"I will stay here for a while, so, Wettier, you help me train Rennes and the others, and that guy too."

"I am willing to serve you. If you need, I can bring some war dancers to join the Shadow Hunt." Wetil, holding a tray, bowed in response.

"Of course, as long as you can adapt to the icy environment of Naggaroth, maybe you should start training in Artives and adapt in advance." Daquus agreed, but he did not let Wettier follow Ryan's plan. Perhaps, Shadowhunter should be properly split up, with Ryan responsible for the outside and Wettier responsible for the inside. The inside and outside are divided around him, rather than around Naggaroth or Duruchi. Ryan is responsible for external affairs, and Wettier is responsible for internal affairs, that is, his security work.

Perhaps, he could ask Malekith next time to import a batch of new Asrai equipment from Athel Loren... No. He remembered that after Malekith fled to Athel Loren at the end of time, the group of thorn sisters came to Malekith uninvited and asked to serve Malekith. They had to serve him regardless of whether they agreed or not, and made a request, hoping to live in a corner of the palace and keep a seat in the court.

Finally, Malekith welcomed the witches into his private army with great interest.

To put it bluntly, the overall environment in Naggaroth is not good. It lacks everything except Kane's followers.

Malekith had a group of trustworthy people in his hands, such as Corran, Aegirether, Hirsis, and Hemara, but the problem was that these people had corresponding roles and positions. After returning to Naggaroth, he planned to let Corran serve as the commander of the guards and Hirsis as the night warden of Naggaroth.

Hemara had done his best in the Battle of Altdorf, and he had to show his appreciation for it. Later, he could move to the Ministry of Industry or the Ministry of Education, or go to the Nagor as a tutor.

After the move, Malekith had no one around him again. Perhaps the Thorn Sisters with their outstanding strength would be good substitutes. They didn't need to be trained and could be used directly. Anyway, Ariel was gone, the couple's court no longer existed, and the lords of the Twelve Territories didn't need to be replaced. It was better to go to Naggaroth with him and fill the vacancy around Malekith. Although these Thorn Sisters had his label on them, they were more reliable than those Drukki.

"If it's not those shadow hunters, then what is it?" Loic asked again after seeing that Daqian was very calm in this regard.

"Harlequin?" Daxus asked tentatively.

"what?"

"Nothing." Daxus shook his head slightly. He could feel that Loic's reaction was subconscious, unless Loic was lying to him. The problem was... Loic had no reason to lie to him on this issue. He had never heard of the existence of clowns in this world. He had Shadowhunter, and he had no interest in creating clowns. Moreover, he could not create a real clown. After all, the core mechanism of the clown was there. Besides, Loic was not a fool.

"The General Staff is a military command organization and an indispensable military adviser to the supreme commander. It is responsible for implementing the orders and instructions of the country's supreme commander, the Phoenix King. It is responsible for collecting information about the enemy, formulating and implementing mobilization plans and combat plans, planning and organizing military training and education, and commanding and coordinating the army's combat operations in wartime." After organizing his words, Dacus threw out the General Staff.

"Military thought, army building and war guidance? Playing the role of helmsman and mentor? Training military theorists and generals for the army? Not only that... your purpose should be more than that. Let me guess. In the future, the tradition and spirit of this organization will constitute the soul of the army and will have a huge impact on the people's thinking. In a sense, the history of the General Staff is the history of the development of the army." Loik first glanced at Wettier, and after Wettier put down his things and stepped back, he asked and answered himself with interest.

"Yes!" This time, Daxus did not nod casually or compliment randomly, but responded solemnly.

"I see. You always surprise me. I think the elves should have such an organization. Besides... I have to say that the name of the General Staff is really ugly."

"Then can you help me come up with one? You know I have no talent for naming." Daxus did not refute Loyk's complaint. Instead, he admitted that what Loyk said was right.

"Tariendan!"

"Do you need my compliment?" Daquus thought about it and understood what Taliondan meant, "Eagle Leading the Way". Eagle, leading the way, he admitted that this word was very good and very appropriate. Like the phoenix, the giant eagle had a very significant influence in the elf society, and the "King of Eagles" Giant Eagle Ancestor Talion was there.

The eagle on Asuryan’s shoulder, eagle, shoulder, Asuryan, words for reading comprehension…

Loic's laughter echoed, attracting the attention of the elves present.

"I also understand why you want to introduce my belief system. Your thinking is correct. Among so many elves and gods, only I can meet your needs. Do you have any specific ideas?" After regaining his composure, Loick asked while busying himself.

"No!" Daxus responded firmly. Now that things had come to this, it was clear. The problem was that he really didn't have it.

Shadow Dancer is Loik, the laughing god of the elves, the patron saint of tricks, cunning, music, carnival, songs and drama. Tricks and tricks are exactly what he needs, and it is only right that those advisers and generals believe in Loik.

The members of the General Staff need to use their brains, and it is inevitable that they will go around to Tzeentch, and the probability of this is very high. Those staff members may not even know that they have reported to Tzeentch. Tzeentch is terrible here. Whether it is war or peace, there is soil for Tzeentch to survive. If you are not careful, you will be infiltrated. This is also one of the reasons why Tzeentch supports his big plan in disguise. If the chessboard is broken, there will be no play.

Don’t let it happen like a military meeting, where some of us…

Who will have a third eye on his forehead? Erlang Shen of Guanjiangkou? No, it's Tzeentch's all-seeing eye.

"Tattoo!" After a long time, Loic gave a suggestion.

"You mean?" Daxus immediately thought of something. In the elf culture, tattoos are connected to gods. Under normal circumstances, gods can sense what happened, but if they don't say it, guess...

"Yes, a tattoo on the head, if they stray from the path, the tattoo will disappear or backfire, this is the best way, or do you have any ideas?"

"No!" Dacus responded again. In his opinion, setting up shrines and statues did not solve practical problems. Pray? Didn't the Asur pray to Asur? Then what?

Perhaps tattoos are the best way. Unlike the thieves who were exiled to the army in a certain dynasty, tattoos on the head in the Elven culture are a symbol of nobility, symbolizing identity and status. It will make the already proud head raise higher, allowing others to see their glory. The role of God is fully reflected at this moment.

"Have it!"

"Oh?" Loic responded with a curious tone.

"Is this possible? Tattoo on the forehead, design one or two sets of tattoos, for example, tattoo a basic pattern at the beginning, and then gradually increase it as the level and status increase, covering the forehead, so that the tattooer's position and organization can be identified at a glance."

"Very good idea, that's why I support you. In my opinion, this is not a big problem. If you need, I can design a few sets and your bureaucracy can use them."

"How about this, I'll make Wetil an anti-infiltration organization." Daxus put forward the idea that was budding in his mind.

Wettier's rank should be raised. He should not be just an inner guard and martial arts instructor. This is a bit of a waste of talent. Wettier's identity and label are clean. He is the chosen one of Loik and the martial arts master. In Naggaroth, he is like a catfish.

He planned to follow the example of the Swordsmen of Hoeth who acted as secret police and set up an anti-infiltration organization, mainly targeting Tzeentch. No matter whether it was a general, a staff officer, or an official, after the tattoo, Loic could sense the threat immediately, and then Loic would give orders to Vetil, and then follow the procedures to arrest them. After arriving in King's Landing Ulthuan, he would increase the size of the organization and fight corruption.

When Wettier left, he had no idea that his status had made a huge leap in a short period of time.

As for Slaanesh... isn't there still the Swordmaster of Hoth? In his opinion, during the Naggaroth period, Slaanesh was not a scourge. It cannot be said that there was no soil for the growth of Slaanesh in Naggaroth, but the magnitude of Slaanesh was not as terrifying as Tzeentch.

He was not worried that Loyk would mess around. The tattoo holders were all Loyk's believers and could increase his faith. For this reason, Loyk had no reason to mess around, unless he went crazy one day. Even if he messed around, there were still secular procedures, including evidence, arrest, interrogation, and trial. There couldn't be a situation where I thought there was a problem and I would just kill him. This was very good. Loyk's faith increased, and the threats he faced could be controlled. It was a win-win situation.

"I know what you are going to do. Okay! I support you." Loic made a promise.

"What do you think of Ryan?"

"He's good. I liked his performance in Ulthuan." Loic thought for a moment and made his comment.

"Belief in the Old Saints and the Elven Gods doesn't conflict, does it?" Daxus asked tentatively. "Of course! He is qualified."

Dacus nodded. Loic had agreed to let Ryan be his chosen god. In his opinion, there was nothing wrong with believing in both the Old Saints and the Elven Gods. At the same time, it was not a problem for an elf to believe in multiple elven gods. The faith of the elves was similar to that of ancient Greece and Rome, belonging to the Pantheon. When playing, they believed in Loic. When fighting, they believed in Edrezer. When seeking guidance and encountering confusion, they looked for Hoss and Lilith. The Asur would occasionally pray to Cain in the most primitive way before the battle.

"Okay, turn around and take a look." Loic's voice was filled with a hint of satisfaction and anticipation.

Daxus turned his head and looked at the mirror held by Loic. In the mirror, his back was covered with complex runes, which intertwined and flickered with a faint light. The next second, he showed a surprised expression.

"What is this?" Daxus asked in a low voice, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

The runes in the mirror are not just simple lines and patterns. They interweave to form a huge pattern, a phoenix with its wings spread high. The phoenix holds its head high, its eyes sparkling with wisdom and courage, its wings spread, ready to soar into the sky. Each feather is made up of tiny runes, shining like stars. The phoenix's body is full of strength and vitality, and its tail feathers extend into complex patterns, dancing on its skin.

"Yes, I am very satisfied with this work. What about you?" Loic said with a smile, his eyes full of pride.

Daxus carefully observed the pattern in the mirror, feeling the power coming from the runes. His eyes moved over every feather of the phoenix, feeling the wonderful shock. Perhaps the image of the phoenix not only symbolizes rebirth and hope, but also represents endless courage and unyielding will.

"Of course!" Daxus responded.

"This phoenix will become a part of your body, giving you endless strength and courage. It will protect you and guide you forward. The tattoo is connected to the ornament, so you should wear it." Loic nodded, with a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes.

Daxus felt the changes in his body, and the power seemed to have merged into his blood and soul. He knew that this was not just a simple tattoo, but also a spiritual baptism and the inheritance of power. Reading comprehension means that under the protection of this phoenix, he will lead the elves to a bright future and defeat all enemies.

"Take a closer look. I don't mind holding the mirror up a bit longer." Loic smiled and nodded, his eyes full of expectation and trust. Seeing Daquus's confused look, he continued, "Soon, the phoenix will disappear. When the phoenix appears again, that will be when you're in danger. I think you won't be able to see it then, so... take a closer look."

"Great work." Val's voice came from the side, his tone full of admiration.

"Thank you for the compliment." Loic turned his head and responded to Val's compliment with a smile.

About three minutes later, the light of the Phoenix gradually weakened, and finally disappeared completely from Daxus's skin. Except for a few faint traces, it was as if the Phoenix had never existed.

As the phoenix faded away, Darkius turned his attention to Des.

"Let me guess? You two should have something to say. Do you need me to leave?" Loyke saw that the work was done and was about to leave. But before he did, he stopped and a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

"Should I say yes or no?" Daxus said as he handed the steel sheet he had been holding in his hand to Dais.

"Swiftsteel." Dai Si, who was wearing an eyepatch, responded after taking a look.

Ithramar silver is a precious metal, also known as "true steel" and "sky silver". It is a bright silver metal, as light as the sky. However, the blacksmiths of Athel Loren are able to process a "fast steel" that is one level lower than Ithramar silver according to the existing situation and environment. The biggest advantage of fast steel is that it is half lighter than ordinary steel while maintaining its original hardness, and it is not easy to rust.

"My God of Forging, I need it." Daxus exclaimed in an exaggerated tone.

Along the way, the performance of Kith Steel can be said to be excellent. It is stronger than the original black steel of Naggaroth, and more tough and stable, but the disadvantage is that it is heavier. It is okay when riding a cold lizard, and you can't feel it. But when you dismount and fight on foot or march for a long time, the problem will arise.

Only an excellent army with high organization can make the commander dare to use those amazing tactics. A good horse needs a good saddle. His military thought has always been that victory comes from marching, marching is an art, rapid mobility brings advantages, and rapid mobility brings victory! He does not like to fight positional warfare, but rather mobile warfare that can annihilate. He hopes to combine the characteristics of base steel and swift steel, so that it can be mass-produced, light, and tough.

"Yes, the most indispensable material for Swift Steel is volcanic stone, which needs to be refined using a special method. I can teach you how to do it. What do you plan to do?"

"You also know that there are very few of your followers in Naggaroth. Moreover... I use another way to process metals, which I call industry. A steel plant covering an area as far as the eye can see will melt the iron ore continuously, melting it all night long, and a large amount of steel will be produced. Its output is definitely not achievable through manual labor."

"Industry? I've been abandoned. I can't help you with what you said. You've seen the scene around you." Dais sighed, stretched out his hand holding the cart and pointed to the distance.

"Yes, I need your help. You shouldn't be abandoned." Dacus said firmly, his eyes full of expectation.

Dai Si did not respond immediately, but remained silent for a moment, as if thinking.

"Do I have to undergo a blinding ritual to become your believer? From what I've heard, the blacksmiths working in the damp tunnels behind the Rainbow Falls in Tal Litanel become deaf and blind over time, and it seems that the only meaning of their existence is to keep hammering on the anvil." Seeing that Dais was speechless for a long time, Daxus asked tentatively.

"I never said that. They did this voluntarily. They formed the cult and they tried to understand me...the pain and sorrow I experienced in order to protect the elves. I sensed it and gave them skills and wisdom. There was no need for me to lie to you." Dais's voice was low and sad.

There is an old story here. Val is the armorer, the patron saint of blacksmiths and craftsmen. He was seriously injured when he challenged Khaine in the ancient battle. He was disabled and blinded. He was enslaved by Khaine's will and was forced to forge powerful weapons for Khaine's eternal battle. The Sword of Khaine appeared at that time. He toiled for countless years, but his hatred for Khaine never diminished.

Yet, even so, Val did not nurture the seeds of rebellion, but silently endured his shame, for he knew that if the elves were to survive, they would need Khaine's fire and fury, and even the dignity of a god would pale in comparison to the extinction of an entire race.

Legends are sometimes false, but sometimes true...

This is why there are so few Vaal blacksmiths in Naggaroth, where the Cult of Khaine is prevalent. This is also why the elves will hold a ceremony before becoming Vaal followers.

"The time is not right yet, Dacus. Some things cannot be rushed." Loic, who had been eavesdropping, spoke up. Although he did not say it explicitly, he knew that Dacus understood what he meant.

"If you need, you can lead the blacksmiths here back to Naggaroth. As for me... I won't go. Don't worry, they will follow your arrangements. But you have to promise me that you will protect them!"

"I promise you, I will not only protect them, but they will also get the best treatment. In addition, any arrangements? Including restoring eyesight? A new era has arrived. We need equipment and machines. At a certain point, we will need millions of arms, and the Lizardmen will also need support.

We must change our approach. I need your followers to be able to see the blueprints and perfect the equipment and machines. This cannot be done while blinded. The blueprints are not made of metal and cannot be touched to complete the work. They cannot be licked with the tongue. The fire of Asuryan is too unimaginable. "

Dacus started to complain as he spoke. In his opinion, the Val blacksmiths in the new era should play a role similar to that of senior engineers, working with spellcasters to upgrade and improve machines and equipment. This requires knowledge of blueprints and mathematics, which the current Val blacksmiths cannot do.

"Any arrangement! I know your plan. Even if I were blind, I could still imagine the blueprint you drew. Millions of armaments... How exaggerated, how unimaginable.

Dacus, you are beyond fate, you can avoid destiny, you are unique. As long as you want, as long as it suits your goal, as long as you need me, then you can do it, this is my promise to you. "Val smiled at Dacus, and then said, "You don't have to waste time with an old thing like me, this is what Nestra and Arohan should do. I am very happy that you left them here, they are destined to belong here, thank you. Now, put it on and carry out your plan!"

After Dais finished speaking, he bent down and picked up the repaired dragon armor in the cart. His action was like a signal, and the elves around him put down their work and gathered around.

"Did you make Aenarion's dragon armor?" Dacreus looked at Deth carefully. He had white hair and a black eye patch, but he still looked young, like a middle-aged elf. But Deth had lived a very long time, even longer than Malekith. Among the elves still alive, only Morathi and Deth were from the same era. While there was still some time, he asked the question that was weighing on his mind.

"Yes, it was a long time ago. Caledor assisted me, and I forged many dragon armors at that time, using the finest materials and the most exquisite craftsmanship."

"I'll do it." Loic nodded friendly to Drusala who came over, and took the things from Drusala's hand.

“Isn’t this salary a bit too high?” Daxus said, but still stretched out his arms.

"It's my honor." Loic responded in a joking tone, and then handed the sea dragon Piketan in his hand to Daxus, without any intention of helping Daxus put on the clothes.

Darkius took the sea dragon Pikatan in silence. This Pikatan was smooth and tough, exuding the scent of the ocean and dragons. It was blessed by Serene, although he did not smell the scent of the sea and dragons.

This sea dragon leather Kane can effectively resist attacks from all kinds of swords and arrows, and can even reduce the damage of magic. After he put Kaitan on, he felt the comfort and security of it fitting on his body.

"This sea dragon Piketan not only provides excellent protection, but also allows you to move freely in the water." Dai Si explained, and then he thought of something and added, "But you don't need it, because you are the ocean." (End of this chapter)