Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

"Daicha!" A watcher uttered the name.

Hundreds of Asrai in the surrounding open spaces repeated the name with hatred and venom.

A cold storm blew towards the clearing, the wind came so suddenly and disappeared so quickly. Daicha walked out of the edge of the forest and stood there motionless. The forest came alive at this moment, making ripples. Behind her, thousands of eyes flickered in the shadows of the forest. Each pair of eyes represented her sister, the maids of Cordier, they were the army from the deepest part of the wild forest.

The dryads emerged from the shadows and swarmed toward the clearing, their claws twitching anxiously, their eyes gleaming. Some prepared for war, their features twisted into horrific masks of dead wood and thorns, while others resembled elven fairies, their skins green and their bodies deceptively youthful, a dizzying array of creatures united in hatred.

Behind them were behemoths of wood and ferns, infused with a powerful vitality. Some resembled uprooted husks of dead trees, while others resembled piles of rotting wood and fallen branches, roughly pieced together into vaguely human shapes. Ivy and lichens clung to them, and many had ferns and brightly colored fungi growing from their hunched backs. They were crude imitations of humans, lumbering forward, damaging and destroying, driven by Decha's hatred.

Daxus looked at Daicha, an ancient creature full of malice and bile, but with a graceful body.

Daicha's exposed skin was silver-green, and thick roots and dead leaves tangled around her back, writhing like a nest of venomous snakes. Her slender arms turned into spindly branches at the elbows, and her hands were like blade-like claws, each as long as a dagger. Her inhuman features were both exquisite and disturbing, and her eyes were large and elongated, shining with a green light and murderous intent.

She made no effort to conceal herself as she approached the clearing, not even taking her sisters with her, and with a wave of her claws, the sisters who had appeared in the clearing merged into the shadows again, disappearing like ghosts into the trees, leaving her alone to approach the elves.

Roots entwined themselves around her legs, twisting her calves and thighs, wrapping around her slender waist. She looked down on the Asrai who confronted her with undisguised contempt, her green lips curling into a sneer.

"Get out of here, idiot," Dai Cha hissed.

Daicha's sinister whisper gave Daxus a chill down his spine. It was the hissing of a snake, full of bitterness and venom, but the words were spoken in the melodious, musical Elsarin language.

Liv, who was originally sitting next to Daxus, disappeared, and the next second, she appeared in front of Daicha.

"The King of the Forest is ashes, and his Queen is locked in the arms of winter. For too long you have imprisoned the forest, and it longs to be free. At the first light of dawn it will be free." Laughter rolled through Decha's narrow chest, but she held it back. So many crimes were to be punished, so many debts to be paid, and she did not want to use laughter to detract from the lives that were to be lost.

"Your hatred does not come from you, you are just a container." Liv first shook her head, and then spoke words full of sadness.

"My hatred is my own! This is caused by you! You shouldn't be here, this is the result of your invasion!" The anger was ignited by Liv, and the anger boiled in the sap of Daicha. She waved her claws and took a step forward. But Liv did not retreat, still standing in front of her, she wrapped her mouth with vicious words and cast a cold voice.

"Your master has lived too long, dryad. All he has left are betrayal and bitter memories. His vision has blurred, and he deceived you." Liv filed her staff with her long nails, ready for battle.

A dozen angry retorts escaped Decha's lips, but she bit them all back. The end was near, and she would not taint her moment of victory by arguing with these unworthy souls.

Dacus, who had already stood up, shook his head speechlessly. Liv was really a fool. She didn't even take him with her and made him walk over. Of course, this was not the most speechless reason for him. What made him angry was that what the hell was going on now. Daicha had already fought from Cythera to Tasern, but these Asrai didn't know what the Cythera Watchers were doing.

However, if you think about it carefully, Daicha originally belongs to Aeseloren. It is really a bit weird to imprison Daicha in Aeseloren... This is even funnier than the wall between Lao Mo and Amei. In addition, Aslai does not have enough manpower, just like not enough security personnel to protect the perimeter of a manor in the forest, there are many loopholes.

What can I say, bad, or not, just try your best... He remembered that at the end, the spirit army of Cythera surged out, and "Night Owl" Zoya led her relatives to resist with the help of Nagaryth's shadow warriors. However, the rage of the spirit army was unstoppable, and the halls of Tal Vana and Tir Edelir fell one after another. Zoya resisted in front of the last fortress.

After a great battle, the elven army defending Cythera collapsed, Zoya died, and the forest was reduced to ashes. Fortunately, Aris Anar, who came to Athel Loren, was like a fish in the sea. He gathered the fragmented army to harass the spirit army and used various covert and cunning tactics to slow down each attack of the spirit army.

But it was useless, the troops were too few... The army led by Cordier and Daicha finally rushed to the open space in Tasern, trying their best? Maybe.

Dacus came over and patted Liv on the shoulder, motioning for Liv to move back. After their positions were staggered, he raised the scepter in his hand, like a marshal greeting his soldiers.

You know what, he likes this scepter very much. It is a little shorter than Sandezi's marshal's scepter, and can be attached to his belt. After replacing the gem, the eagle-headed scepter with lighting function can be used as a flashlight. He also plans to process the scepter, with exquisite workmanship, metal animal skin, and gemstone inlay, to turn it into a real marshal's scepter, no... a war scepter.

After returning to Naggaroth, he will reform the military ranks, with the Lord of Terror corresponding to the General and the Warlord corresponding to the Marshal. The Warlord Staff symbolizes the highest reward for personal achievement and the responsibility and authority of the Warlord. As for hollowing out the middle, putting written orders in it, sealing it and letting the messengers deliver it, there should be no need.

"You..." Dai Cha hissed as she looked at the appearing Darkius, but her words were bitten back as she froze when she saw the scepter.

Like many of the elder beings of Athel Loren, Dacha is very old. She still remembers clearly the time before the coming of the Elves, and always regrets the madness that led the forest to bend to the will of mortals. She believes that Athel Loren's alliance with the Asrai has brought only destruction to the forest, and she is rarely seen speaking to anyone, not even the dryads who serve as her handmaidens, and she spends her time chanting apologies to all of her kindred spirits, who, in her opinion, have been betrayed by the Elves.

"I remember your arrival, long before you became Asrai. I watched you venture into the forest for the first time, filled with fear. I laughed as your blood spilled on the forest soil. I screamed in rage as our fate became intertwined with yours. This was a mistake...

I have made mistakes, but I can atone for them, and the forest will forgive me. ” Daicha remembered, she recognized the scepter in Dacus’s hand, the thought made her sad, her voice hoarse and broken.

"Who is the forest? Why do you think the forest will forgive you? Who do you think you are?" After Dacus took back the scepter, he asked in a flat tone, as if he was standing aside and talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"You do not belong here, mortal. You have no authority here, no right to speak or act." As Decha spoke, she began to back away, swaying on her hips. She allowed her war form to manifest, her face twisting into that of a sinister witch, her features becoming broken and woody, sharp to match the darkness in her soul.

But soon, her steps stopped, and she stared at Daxus. The Ancient One had shared something with her, just a small part of foresight, but it almost overwhelmed her. She was no longer the same as her sisters, the Ancient One had separated her and given her the ability to foresee. At the Ancient One's command, the universe unfolded beneath her feet, and she could see everything, even things she knew she shouldn't see.

Her path was clear, the great web of life spread out before her like a cruel and fascinating tapestry, each thread more intricate and beautiful than the last. She could focus on one thread and be lost in eternity, so she fixed her thoughts on one point: one fascinating detail.

Now she saw that fascinating detail, that fascinating detail standing right in front of her, so close that she could taste it clearly, like blood.

"It seems you recognized me? Then say it out loud! Who am I!" Dacus scolded.

"You are the king of the forest, you are the true master." Daicha's voice was like a whisper on the wind, full of awe and fear, her voice trembling, her eyes fixed on Daquus, her war form gradually faded, returning to her original appearance. Her eyes revealed a complex emotion, as if facing a turning point in her fate.

"You finally understand? I am not an ordinary person. My destiny is closely linked to this land." Dacus snorted coldly, and the scepter in his hand emitted a faint light, as if responding to Daicha's admission. He walked slowly towards Daicha, each step full of majesty and power, his voice low and powerful.

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have doubted your authority. The forest chose you, and I... I'm just a lost soul." Dai Cha lowered his head, his tone full of regret and self-blame.

"Oh? Expand on that... Lost?"

"I... I have seen this scepter before the elves came to this forest..." (the beginning of the chapter)
The meeting was stopped because of Dacha's arrival. The elves who were squatting in the camp rushed out and lined up in the open space. The lords, officers and spellcasters stood behind Dacus, ready to fight at any time.

Dacha's words made the veins on Daxus's head pop, and the elves were shocked. He knew from Dacha's words where the previous holder of the scepter had gone, where the magic swordsman had gone, and why the holder of the scepter and his family had disappeared after coming to Elsing Alvin, as if they had never appeared. He had the urge to have a cerebral hemorrhage. How could Dacha do such a stupid thing? At this moment, he really wanted to raise the scepter and smash it at Dacha.

"The mistakes of the past are over, and now is the time to make amends for everything. Join me in saving this forest and giving it a new life." Finally, Daxus walked over, raised his hand that was not holding the scepter, and gently stroked Daicha's shoulder, as if to comfort Daicha's soul.

Some things are hard to comment on. Dacha is in a hostile relationship with the elves, but is loyal to the forest. It's just that the way he expresses it is more extreme and hawkish. At the end of the world... Cordiel and Dacha had gone completely crazy and were corrupted by chaos. In the next era, Dacha was resurrected, but his relationship with Alarielle was not good. After meeting, they often complained about the things in this era.

In general, Dai Cha has always been Dai Cha, capricious and unpredictable, a symbol of the other side of the forest and a symbol of a necessary evil.

"I am willing to work for you. For the future of the forest, I will do everything I can." Dai Cha's knees suddenly softened and she fell to the ground. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and her tone was full of regret and self-blame.

"Oh? How do you want to serve me?" Daxus looked at Daicha who was kneeling on the ground with a sneer on his face.

"The forest is being devoured. I see a wound about to appear. The demon that entered our home created a tiny tear. If we don't heal this wound, the forest... perhaps the entire world... will be destroyed." Daicha raised his head and looked at Daxus with a firm gaze.

"And then?" Daxus asked unmoved.

"I... I don't know how I can do this on my own." Daicha lowered his head, deep pain in his voice.

"It has been trapped here, nameless and bodyless. You can't do this alone. The forest must attack as a whole, not just you and your sisters, but also the elves, lizardmen, and the forest. Everything! All the power that can be mobilized! If you don't, the forest will die! The bark will crack and blood will flow from the wounds!" Daxus slowly raised the scepter in his hand and aimed it at the Oak of Time, his eyes sharp and cold.

Daicha said nothing this time, but her eyes burned in her narrow, broken sockets.

"Twisting the lines as usual, squeezing out whatever reality you want? You have to give me an answer. You said you had foreseen all this. You knew our strength was weakening. Do you have enough army to do this?" Daxus' voice was cold and ruthless. He needed a definite answer.

Daicha closed her eyes, a worried look on her face, and then she looked toward the Oak of Ages, as if waiting for an answer. She didn't answer, but turned back to face Daquus, muttering something in a low voice but not speaking it out loud.

"Daicha, tell me, what should we do?" Daicha's silence made Daxus frown slightly. He walked up to Daicha, lowered his body, and his tone became softer.

"We must unite all forces, all creatures in the forest. Only in this way can we fight against the demon and the hidden god behind it and heal the wounds of this land." Daicha took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of determination. "Listen, from today on, Daicha will protect this forest together with the elves, face all challenges together, and rebuild peace and prosperity!" Daxus nodded, stood up and turned to the elves around him. He raised his scepter high, and his voice was loud and solemn.

The Asrais breathed a sigh of relief and bowed their heads to accept Dacus's decision. They knew it was the best choice. Dacus resolved the crisis and prevented Daicha from posing a threat to the elves.

The crowd dispersed, and the spirit army left the clearing. Before leaving, Daxus gave Daicha some instructions. For example, it is autumn now, and next spring, you return here, and I will guide and strengthen your soul pod to make you stronger, etc.

He finally chose to keep Dai Cha. As long as his identity was there, Dai Cha would be controllable, unless he was corrupted and went crazy. But it hadn't reached that point yet. He could still feel Dai Cha's rationality. He would use the soul pod to strengthen Dai Cha's soul and reduce the dark side.

In addition to being the sword of Damocles hanging over Asrai's head, Dacha can also be an executioner. Athel Loren needs such a role. After being strengthened, he plans to send Dacha to other places, such as the forests named Walder by the Imperials. Those things hidden in Walder need to be cleared, and the Oak of Ages needs nutrients and nourishment. When he is free, he will send elves to take over there.

That nameless and bodyless thing is not something Dai Cha can deal with. If things go wrong, Dai Cha might turn evil earlier. In addition, he heard from Dai Cha that Cordier would be reborn in another way. He understood the meaning and directly made a big promise for Dai Cha. When Redisan fully grows up, Dai Cha will serve Redisan.

Spring passed and autumn came. Time passed day by day. Except for the fact that the nameless and bodyless toy could not be caught, everything was going in the right direction. Maybe it was because of Daxus? No greenskins or beastmen invaded Athel Loren this year, and Athel Loren successfully signed a trade agreement with Bretonnia and the Empire.

The elves and forest spirits dispersed, and the woodland lords returned to their respective territories. Some of the Duruchi followed the "Hookblade" Seonlan to Artives, where they not only experienced the winter that was similar to that of Naggaroth, but also trained. Some of the Enil chose to go to Fir Darrick to have in-depth exchanges with the war dancers there. Most of the elven spellcasters chose to go to the Flowing Water Palace to learn magic knowledge. Some chose to go to Tegovan, where they needed Dess to help them build some equipment.

Daxus chose to go to Tegovan. He asked Dais to help modify Watt's hammer. Dais was stunned for a moment after receiving the hammer. After Dais came to his senses, he told him: I felt the power of destiny on the hammer. It was very strange and difficult to describe in words.

He shrugged and responded to Dais. There was nothing he could do. Some things were just unspeakable. He couldn't tell Dais that those people he had killed with his hammer would become so awesome in the future, so awesome that the hammer that had split their heads was filled with the power of fate.

In addition, he gave a Doomsday Anvil to Dais, but Dais did not choose to accept it. Instead, he chose to study it and then strengthen it, asking him to bring the strengthened Doomsday Anvil back to the New World.

He then became active in Tergovan and Fir Darrick, learning archery under the guidance of Kerillian, Kalaona and the Twilight sisters, and learning close combat skills under the guidance of Vetil.

A lot of things happened in the winter of this year, such as the battle between the elves, humans and dwarves against the great demon Tzeentch, and finally Eltharion dealt the final blow. The red dragons launched a devastating attack on Zar Naggrond, etc., which caused heavy damage to the Zar dwarves.

On the first day of spring, the elves and spirits gathered in the open space again for a routine meeting. When the meeting was over, they did not disperse but headed towards Windrich.

The Grismeri River separates Winderich and Tassain, but a bridge called the Bird Bridge connects them. The Bird Bridge is a huge suspension bridge located at the node of the spirit vein network. Thousands of birds hover over the land, lifted by strong updrafts. Hundreds of avian visitors perch on the elegant white towers of the bridge, and giant eagles and falcons fly over from time to time.

This place is magical, and it is obviously not created by the elves. The Asrai said that when they first came here, the bridge had already appeared. Miraculously, Dakuus found a stone slab hidden in the interlayer of the tower wall. The Bird Bridge is like an accelerator for interstellar orbit.

Birds can reach amazing heights by climbing the air currents. War falcons can even fly to the edge of the sky above the clouds, and giant eagles can carry knights to dizzying heights. Most of the Egil wind rising from the Bird Bridge will return to the ground with raindrops a few kilometers away.

In Daxus' opinion, this is a good idea. The elves will definitely vigorously develop aircraft and air forces in the future. Perhaps the content on the stone tablet will provide some help.

Xianos died, in a way that he asked for a hammer and got a hammer, in a cruel way. He could not witness the normal steps of the ceremony because he was a sacrifice, and he entered the fire unwillingly. The phoenix Amphion completed the resurrection and transformation through him as a medium.

Amphion is very unique, it is a four-winged phoenix, not the common phoenix. There are three types of phoenixes, or two types to be exact. The first is the common Blazing Phoenix, and the Frostheart Phoenix, which gradually cools down after entering old age, and the heat originally lingering around its body will gradually dissipate.

The other is the wondrous Arcane Phoenix, a majestic and terrifying creature of magic, often with a wingspan as large as a giant eagle. Clad in flaming feathers that can deflect the sharpest arrows, their true power comes from their nature: creatures of spirit and fire, living embodiments of the Akshay winds of destruction and purification.

When it strikes, flames leap from its wings, scorching its prey, and a pair of feathered tails leaves sparks and ash in its wake as it swoops into battle. This aura of fire constantly surrounds it, betraying its otherworldly lineage.

And Amphion is the strange four-winged arcane phoenix, who is finally no longer trapped in the Beyond and becomes Gavino's companion.

Afterwards, Dacus chose to go to the popular attraction in Windrich: Tears of Elsa. But this Tears of Elsa had nothing to do with the things in the box.

The Tears of Elsa in Winderich is a massive waterfall shrouded in mist that provides much of the Aegir Wind to Athel Loren and feeds the Grismeri River that flows through Athel Loren and Bretonnia. The mist refracts sunlight into thousands of dazzling rainbows, and even in moonlight the waterfall is bathed in color.

The Asrai speculate that there must be strange devices here, because the waterfall does not flow from solid rock, but from another dimension. At the bottom of the waterfall is a glassy lake of unknown depth, reflecting the eternal starlight. Pilgrims usually go here to perform divination in this star pool, but finding this pool is almost impossible because of its psychedelic mist that permeates the forest canopy for kilometers around it.

The Asrai's speculation was correct. Daxus sensed the existence of the stone slab, which was exactly the same as the one he found in the icy lake in the Gray Mountains. The ancient saint's device provided the source of the Grismeri River.

After staying at Elsa's Tears for a few days, the team headed south along the Gray Mountains and came to the Red Pine Clearing. A long time ago, the dwarves from the Desolate Castle had fought many battles with Asrai for red pine wood. The last time was more than seven hundred years ago, when the leading dwarf was shot and killed by the Twilight Sisters. The fight has been a little quiet in the past few hundred years, one reason being the decline of the dwarves and the other being that entering Windrich would not bring good luck.

Not all forest spirits live in harmony with the elves, and those that do actively seek the elves' destruction, some wallowing in it for pure malice, others, if left free, would wage war against the elves with all their cunning and might. To guard against this threat, the Asrai planted a path of guidestones at the borders of Cythera, creating the Wildwood, a prison for the most wicked forest spirits.

And then...it doesn't matter anymore.

The battle to defend the Eternal Forest at the end of time was not repeated. The mountain-like Cordier moved, shaking the earth with every step, as if the entire forest was trembling with his actions. He seemed to know his own end and had been waiting for this moment.

Durthu stood beside Kodil, silent and resolute. The figures of the two tree men seemed unusually tall in the forest, like two ancient mountains. The two ancient tree men talked in a language so ancient that even the elves could not understand it. Their voices were low and slow, as if the earth was whispering, and like the wind was telling ancient secrets.

Cordier stared through the thick bark at Dacus standing below. He knew that Dacus was the master of the forest, and he also knew that his fate was already determined. He knew what his final destination would be, and he was waiting for this moment to come.

Dursu's eyes showed endless sadness, their fate had long been closely linked to this forest, but more than that, there was determination. He knew that Cordiel would make the final sacrifice for this forest, to protect everything they loved.

Cordier and Dursu stood side by side, their branches swaying gently in the wind, as if bidding a final farewell to the moment that was about to come. The entire forest seemed to feel the solemnity, and all the trees, flowers and plants stood quietly, mourning for Cordier.

After a moment, Dursu let out a half-sad, half-joyed growl, then thrust the sword of Des into Cordier's chest, with the blade passing out from behind. Cordier did not struggle, but nodded slowly to him, and he growled again, and the long sword pierced the tangled fibers in Cordier's heart, the orange sap covered the blade forged by the elves, and then turned black, he pulled out the sword, and Cordier fell to the ground, and Cordier's huge body hit the ground with a dull sound.

Cordier died, but he will soon be reborn in another form and continue to protect this great forest.

Dacuus had no intention of moving eastwards. The team had to return to Tassain to perform the ceremony before summer. Summer was the best time to perform the ceremony. The army of Athel Loren gathered in the open space.

Under the catalysis of the ceremony, the ancient tree next to the open space regained new vitality, and a brand new Adanhu was reborn.

Redisan was also growing vigorously, and the soul pod was getting bigger every day, but it was not time for him to become a parasite yet.

Daicha was also strengthened and transformed into the appearance of the next era, and then she set off.

As the seasons changed from spring to autumn, Dacus kept visiting settlements in various parts of the forest, and occasionally stayed for a few days at scenic spots he passed by.

Tasern and Artevis are divided by the Brian River. One side has four distinct seasons, while the other side has eternal winter. But the magical thing is that the Crystal Lake located south of the Brian River in Artevis has no signs of freezing, but is still a little hot, like a hot spring. Bathing is Dacus' favorite, he comes here often, he likes it here.

Similarly, for the Asrai living in Atives, Crystal Lake is one of the few places where they can enjoy themselves. Crystal Lake will heal their fatigue, heal their wounds, and occasionally Crystal Lake will solidify some moonstones, which are highly valued for their enchanting effects.

He went to Modren and he didn't like the environment there. He ordered the Asrai spellcasters living there not to learn and use dark magic anymore. If they really wanted to learn, they could go to Naggaroth with him. As a result... some of them really planned to go to Naggaroth with him, while others chose to give up and go to the Flowing Water Palace to learn other magic.

The time has come for the red dragons to come. The red dragons have come to Kavalok one after another with their belongings. As a good friend of the red dragon tribe, he must go there.

The bow-legged Indra was leading the largest warhorse he had ever seen, taller, more elegant, and stronger than any other warhorse he had ever seen. The warhorse was wearing a heavy vest, but judging from the way it walked leisurely, it looked as if it was only carrying a saddle blanket. He could sense the strangeness of this warhorse, that it was not an ordinary warhorse, and it exuded powerful wisdom and magic, and its eyes revealed the wisdom of a scholar.

Indra said that this was the best warhorse in Kavalok and one of the direct descendants of Khadir, the "Father of Ten Thousand Horses". She wanted to give the warhorse to Daquus as a gift.

However, Dacus rejected Indra's kindness. He didn't even approach the warhorse. He was worried that what happened when Tyrion first met Malhandel would happen. He really didn't need it. He usually had the company of the big guy, and when necessary, he also had "Splitting Wing" Springtwyn. He really didn't need it.

Seeing that Dacus refused, Indra felt a little disappointed, but she soon cheered up again because Dacus asked her for some high-quality black war horses.

Spring goes and autumn comes, the four seasons are constantly changing.

After the fourth spring, Daxus chose to leave Athel Loren.

The three-year period has come, welcome... (End of this chapter)