Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Dacius eventually gave up his raid on Miragliano, as he told the priests as he left the Marcelan Cathedral: Thank Marcelan.

He had long considered the Atlantic Ocean... no, the Great Ocean as the inland sea of ​​the elves. He had originally planned to fight a religious war with Mannarn after he came to Ulthuan. He did not want to see ships other than elves and lizardmen running around in the Great Ocean, sailing from Norris to the continent of Lustria, and from Araby to the Sea of ​​Claws.

But now, he has a better choice. He can make some adjustments and let Martha replace Mannan. He can first develop the Martha sect from Tyrell, and after covering the southern city-states, he can declare that the Mannan sect in Marienburg is a heresy... It's really fun.

He also cancelled the plan to raid the Skaven Capital. It was still the time of the second Skaven Civil War. His actions in Queza had greatly damaged the strength of the Plague Clan. The number one Plague Lord, Skuker, and several other Plague Lords, as well as elite forces, were trapped in Queza and killed. If he was not wrong, the southern faction led by the Plague Clan was in a stage of contraction, and the Magic Capital faction was launching an attack.

There was no reason for him to attack the Skaven at this time and let the Skaven faction return to defend. His actions might lead to an early peace agreement between the Skaven faction and the Southern faction, and the overall strength of the Skaven ratmen would increase in advance. In his opinion, the worse the Southern faction was beaten, the better. Having dealt with the Plague Clan, he was more willing to deal with the Skaven faction. He was not worried about the ridiculous technology of the ratmen, but the damn plague of the Plague Clan.

He somewhat missed the white rat he first met in Quezha. What was his name, Musk? He didn't know how Musk was doing now, whether he had launched a rocket or founded a tram company. He found that he lacked a ratman insider. He was completely clueless about the situation in ratman society and knew nothing. Perhaps due to his arrival, the Magic City faction and the Southern faction had already negotiated peace in advance? Had the Horned Rat discovered him a long time ago?
On a dark and windy night, the black ark, the Temple of Evil, appeared, and his uncle Durias came to pick him up. After a night of tossing and turning, the elves finally boarded the ark one after another.

Afterwards, a mysterious legend began to spread in some areas of the southern empire and the southern city-states. Some humans witnessed an extremely large humanoid object flying through the sky at night...

After completing the boarding, Daxus spent another two days returning to Rick County to dig out the Holy Titan and arranged for the red dragons to bring it back to the Ark.

Now, everything has been arranged and it is time for the banquet. Durias took out all the good things stored in the Temple of Viciousness to entertain the elves and red dragons.

In the eyes of Dacus or perhaps in the eyes of all the elves, Drusala has always been an extremely beautiful elf. Her face is like a perfect goddess statue, with a flawless alabaster texture, and her milky white skin shows no traces of time and disturbance.

Her hair was a midnight river, streams of lustrous black satin falling over her shoulders and to her waist. Gold and silver and precious amulets and charms of Iselama were tangled in her hair, tiny jewels gleaming on their polished bases.

To match Daxus's ever-changing attire, she wore a bright red gown that clung to her shapely figure like a second skin, with the hem split at the sides to show off her slender legs to the maximum.

Around her waist was a jeweled belt, its fine lace spikes interlaced in a gesture of love and violence. In her hand she held a silver chain from which hung Hecate's pendant. A light necklace, like a ghostly crystallization of a spider's web, wrapped around her neck and fell across her chest, and a silver spider-shaped brooch secured the flowing jewel to her silk robe.

A circle of diamonds adorned her forehead, each stone carved and polished by a magical ritual, looking as if woven from the first frost of winter, like icicles. Two diamonds hung from the base of the tiara, drawing the viewer's eye toward the sorceress's eyes. Daxus could not describe Drusala's eyes with a single color, for they had the same shifting, phantom quality as the aetheric aurora.

Drusala held Dacius' arm and walked lightly, like a swan gliding on the water. Her robe rippled gently like red waves with every step she took. Her black hair, like a midnight river, shimmered in the light, like stars scattered in the night sky.

In the venue located in the spire, light and shadow intertwined, and the shining lights reflected on every guest. The elves wore gorgeous robes and jewels, while the dragonborn wore abstract togas, with glittering dragon scales, majestic and mysterious. Every guest was talking in a low voice, and laughter and toasts intertwined, forming a lively scene.

"How is it?" Daquus raised the wine glass in his hand, and the wine rippled slightly in the glass, reflecting the bright light of the light. Wherever he looked, the dragonborn raised their glasses or nodded in response to express their respect to him. Drusala held his arm tightly, as if conveying a kind of silent support and strength.

"The food is just so-so, and the drinks are too bland and tasteless!" Malok frowned and said dissatisfiedly after taking a big sip.

"Hahaha, there will be, there will be!" Daxus laughed loudly, his voice echoing in the meeting hall, attracting laughter and echoes from the dragonborn.

For the Dragonborn, they can add more salt to food, but alcohol is a little more difficult to handle. Ordinary alcohol is like water, which makes it difficult for them to really feel the joy of drinking. What they need is a high-proof alcohol like vodka, or simply alcohol...

Then Dacus and Drusala pulled a chair and sat at the table where the dragonborn were eating and talked. The development of the matter was a little different from what he expected. He had thought that some red dragons would act on impulse, just like not participating after signing up, not responding after consulting, and not answering the phone. The main thing was to be involved and participate, anyway, no money was paid. But he didn't expect... After a round, the number actually increased.

The "bloody" Skarazak who attended the meeting rejected his proposal and went to continue to cause trouble for the dwarves, but the "majestic" Skulex who did not attend the meeting and lived on the icebergs of Norsca actually came. Now there are four emperor dragons sitting on the table, namely "Dragon Mother" Mordax, "Destroyer" Malok, "Majestic" Skulex and "Terrible" Malatx.

He knew that Skulex would join, and that Mordax played an important role in it. As the mother of dragons, Mordax's influence on the red dragons was unparalleled, and only Mordax could convince the red dragons who lived in isolation. Thinking of this, he raised his glass to Mordax, and then drank the wine.

In addition to Skulex, Hibochard was also rescued by the red dragons. Just by listening to the simple description, he knew what the Zar dwarves had experienced. How did you say that sentence? Can you translate for me what a surprise is?

The Nazar dwarves were living well in Zar Naggrond, eating hot pot and singing songs, but they were suddenly robbed by bandits. The sight of the red dragons attacking Zar Naggrond was like the end of the world, with the sky covered by a red flame and heat waves rolling, as if the gates of hell had opened.

More than a dozen red dragons lined up and swooped down from the sky. Their huge bodies drew trails of fire in the air, and the flapping of their wings brought about a strong wind, blowing the dwarves on the city wall to the ground. The dragon breath spewed out, and the blazing flames instantly engulfed the entire Zar Naggrond. The buildings collapsed in the flames like fragile pieces of paper. The air was filled with the smell of burning, and screams came one after another, mixed with battle roars and orders.

The Zaar dwarves quickly organized a counterattack. The musketeers lined up on the city walls and tried to aim at the enemies in the sky. However... it was useless. The red dragons nimbly dodged the bullets. The dragon scales glittered in the firelight, appearing indestructible. The Zaar dwarves' artillery began to operate. The huge cannons roared and the shells streaked through the sky, but most of them failed to hit the target.

As the saying goes, you are useless even if I give you a chance. The dragon's breath spewed out again, and the turret was engulfed in flames. The well-trained gunners turned into ashes in the flames. The huge explosion echoed in the city, the ground shook, the buildings collapsed one after another, and the flames swept everything. The Zar dwarves were unable to stop the offensive of the red dragons.

In the chaos, the Purgatory Guards formed a tight formation and joined the battle, their hearts filled with anger and sadness as they watched their city destroyed in the sea of ​​fire.

The leading inspector brandished a battle axe and led a team of the most elite undead troops to the front line.

However... it was useless. The red dragons had organized their entry order before the attack. What greeted the Zhar dwarves was not the red dragons that fell from the sky, but the fiery dragon breaths. They tried their best to resist, but every step seemed extremely difficult. Then more red dragons attacked them from all directions, and the dragon breaths spewed again. The Inspectors and the Undead Army were not forced to retreat, because under the repeated attacks of the red dragons, their proud armor broke. Without the protection of the armor, there was only one way waiting for them.

The entire Zar Naggrond fell into chaos and despair amidst the flames and roars. The attack of the red dragons was like an unstoppable disaster, turning the once most prosperous city in the dark land into ruins. Although the dwarves tried their best, their resistance seemed so powerless in the face of such a powerful enemy.

The Zar dwarves never dreamed that they would suffer such an inexplicable disaster, but it was not an unexpected disaster, because they kept red dragons in captivity.

Finally, Hibochard was rescued by the red dragons, and now he was slumped in a large chair. In Dacus's opinion, he looked a bit like Greysu Big Goldfang, except for some necessary props. After transforming into a human, he became a fat man comparable to an ogre. When Dacus came, he nodded to Dacus in a friendly manner, and then concentrated on dealing with the food in front of him, without the slightest intention of talking.

In addition to Skulex and Hiberchard, five more red dragons joined in, adding seven to the original sixteen. The new red dragon tribe grew further, and the people living in the Old World were less threatened...

He did a good thing, a very good thing!
When Daxus raised his glass again, a huge laugh broke out at the table where Asrai and Enil were sitting. He turned his head and saw that his uncle Dulias was talking to Liariel with Maranul and Colonia. Liariel's words caused the elves to laugh. As for what they said, he couldn't hear it because they were too far away, but it didn't stop him from smiling.

This trip to Elsing Alvin was a great success, with all the main and side quests completed successfully.

Vedir, Tyrandor, and Seonlan resigned from their positions as lords of the woodlands, choosing to follow Dacreus out for a while, and then headed to Naggaroth. As before, he planned to have Vedir set up an anti-infiltration organization against Tzeentch and Slaanesh.

He planned to let Tyrandor and Seonlan make the transition first, and then take on the role of Dread Lords. In his opinion, the excellent military commanders of Naggaroth... how to put it, strong, not strong, weak, not weak, and according to the previous play of Druki, the Dread Lords had no experience in commanding large armies.

A Dreadlord with 500 troops is a Dreadlord, a Dreadlord with 5,000 troops is also a Dreadlord, and as for those with more than 10,000 troops... Malekith: So, why is the Hellbane Family the second largest military group in Naggaroth? The total number of troops in Krakarond is only lower than that of Naggaroth.

The organizational structure of the army needs to be adjusted. The establishment of Taliondan is inevitable. Some outstanding and loyal dreadlords need to be trained, and some officers from the civilian class need to be promoted to learn the experience of commanding single and multiple large legions. But the dreadlords of Naggaroth...

It is inevitable that Clar Karonde, Karonde Kar, Hag Graef and Valahal of Asheril will command the great legions. No matter how strong they are, their status is there. If their strength is not good enough, they can improve and study. If they really can't improve, they can talk about it later. But this only occupies the index of four great legions. According to his prediction, the number of Naggaroth's troops will reach 60-80 in a hundred years. A great legion has 2 people, which means 30 to 40 great legions.

In his plan, the large army corps is organized at the army level, and the army group organization is extended on the basis of the army level organization. Usually, three armies form an army group. If the troops are spread out according to 3 to 1, there will be 60 to 80 army groups.

What the hell is this concept? If you divide the Dread Lords into high, medium and low ranks, it's like a general, a lieutenant general and a major general. The legion is commanded by a low-ranking Dread Lord, the large legion is commanded by a medium-ranking Dread Lord, and the army group is commanded by a high-ranking Dread Lord.

这需要100到133名低阶恐惧领主来指挥军团，30到40名中阶恐惧领主指挥大军团，10到13名高阶恐惧领主指挥集团军。

This……

This is just the Lord of Dread, not to mention his deputies and staff, not to mention the middle and lower-level officers who serve as the backbone and the Kredan who serves as the grassroots soul.

This would be an extremely large gap. Diluted? Diversified? It seemed to be non-existent? Even after the complete army was formed, Asrai would only account for 6 to 12% at most? Adding Ainel, he planned to write a letter to his close friend Lindyalock and ask Lindyalock to send some Ainel out, so that he would also account for 6 to 12% by then?

Diversity may be absolute, it just depends on the proportion.

What if the Kingdoms of Itain and Cosqui join this big family, as well as the Kingdoms of Yvresse and Terenlock? Perhaps this is the composition of the army after the King's Reign in Ulthuan. The field army is distributed everywhere and maintained at a total of 100 million. The proportions of Duruchi, Asur, Asrai and Ainel are different, with different compositions, classes and genders.

In addition to Tyrandor and Seonlan, the lovers with unpredictable fates, Karona and Athelin, also came out of Athel Loren. Karona was the princess of Windrij, the daughter of Findor and Evelyn, and Athelin was an Asrai noble. Their tragic fate was ended by Dacius, although they didn't know it. Before they came out, they got married under the auspices of Dacius, and the ceremony was held in the open space, which was extremely grand.

It was originally Fendor's idea, but he ruthlessly rejected it, which he thought was not good. Most of the rulers of the Twelve Territories were ladies, and the only woodland lords were Fendor, Tyrandor, Seonlan, Arath, and Alaros, as well as Dais. However, Dais did not care about it, and Fendor also came out, leaving Arath and Alaros as the only woodland lords.

Therefore, he asked Karona and Aselin to come out. He planned to give the two of them an indicator to command a large army, and who would be the chief and who would be the deputy would be decided when the time came.

In addition, Kerillian, who is a Tracker, Cain Assassin, Shadow, Thorn Sister and Avalon Sister, also appeared. Of course, except for the Tracker, the other professions and identities are just jokes. However, Dax has not yet decided how to arrange her. Her idea is to command an army, but Dax has a question mark about her ability. Her archery is absolutely impeccable, but Duruci can't use a bow, so she can't be a shooting instructor. As for the command level... Dax plans to let her go to Taliondan for further study for a while.

Liv has also come out and is no longer the prophet of Athel Loren. Terra will be the subsequent prophet of Athel Loren, but Daquus is not going to let her go to Naggaroth. He plans to keep her in Ashiriel to assist Alyssa in building the Emerald Gardens. Similarly, Asanoak will also stay in Ashiriel.

Dais sent out eighty Vaal blacksmiths. He had discussed with them, and most of them agreed to his suggestion, except for a few who insisted on keeping the original state. Later, these blacksmiths who had recovered their sight would go to Nagarond and Nagor to serve as senior engineers and contribute to the war machine of Duruchi.

He planned to leave a small number of them in Asheril and send them to Serpent's Rest Island to work with the Lizard Priests and craftsmen to forge the high-level equipment that the Lizardmen and Druchi urgently needed.

Azogallon brought back another Doomsday Anvil. In addition to the anvil, he also brought back an artifact called the Hammer of Kurgaz. In addition to combat, the most important thing about this artifact is that it can also forge artifacts. Dais made appropriate adjustments to the Hammer of Kurgaz, but he did not keep it and gave it to Daquus. Perhaps this is the pride of Val?

Now the materials, hammers, anvils and so on are all ready, Serpent's Rest Island has the minerals needed to make equipment, and Xiboqiad has no intention of going to Naggaroth. After some negotiation, he let Xiboqiad go to Serpent's Rest Island, where the conditions are suitable for red dragons to live, and Xiboqiad can also live the life in Zar Naggrond.

Tilya Silverwing and Saralaire Soulwalker also came out. These two are the weavers, Ariel's handmaiden, Aisha's priests, and leaders of the Sisters of Thorns.

Before Dacius set out from Athel Loren, he contacted Malekith, who welcomed the Sisters of Thorns and offered to provide Tirya and Saralael with a place to stay and a seat in the court.

Saril stayed in Athel Loren, living in the Flowing Water Palace and studying with the Slann Mage Priests. He also led some Asrai to repair the spirit vein nodes in Elsin Alvin and strengthen the connection between Athel Loren and Lauren Loren. As the saying goes, Dacha is advancing in front, and he is harvesting in the back...

The two demigods, Serene and Liariel, will not meddle with worldly affairs, and they plan to stay in Chapeutto.

In addition to these Aslai, there are also some Ainel who came out of Lauren Loren.

There is no doubt that Talos will command a large army.

As for Tolandil... he planned to make him the Minister of Propaganda, responsible for Naggaroth's propaganda work and reversing that bad trend of thought.

He planned to stay in Chapeiuto with the brothers Gavino and Elano, and then he would have to collude with the Slann magic priests.

He also knew that Malekith was going to launch a purge ahead of time. For such a big thing, Malekith would definitely consult him. He also agreed. Later, he would transfer some bureaucrats from Asheril to assist in the purge. So many soldiers staying in the Naggarond Plains must be screened and assigned, divided by occupation, service years, etc., and the old and weak who are not suitable for service will be eliminated and sacrificed to Cain... No, they will be assigned to other places to continue to shine.

There really is no one here... What king, what governor, the number of people under his control is not as many as the mayor of Dongda. Perhaps... he should hold a Nagaros stage in the process of selecting soldiers, and come if there is work. Discover more talents to serve the war machine of Duruchi and contribute their own strength.

In addition to the gains of personnel, he gained something else. Athel Loren is known as the Garden of the Old Ones, and its forests contain a wide variety of plants. Magic has given many plants special properties, making them a coveted resource for herbalists and pharmacists. Asrai is also considered the greatest herbalist in the Old World, able to effectively treat diseases of the mind and body.

Like silverleaf tea, beech nuts and avelle, these go without saying.

Like the crystal vines on dormant tree people, they crystallize once a year. When new vines grow, their flowers will also turn into crystals after being pollinated in the summer, protecting a small seed pod. The Asrai cherish these crystal vines and give them as gifts to other tree people, thus spreading the crystal vines throughout the forest. More importantly, if the petals of the late summer flower are ground into crystal powder and mixed with water from the Crystal Lake at the junction of Tasern and Atiwis, it will form a potion. After drinking it, side effects such as dry mouth and diarrhea will appear, but it can eliminate corruption in the body and prevent mutations.

Humans need crystal vines more than elves, just like giving babies vaccinations, but that's all for the future. Also, they can't be brought out because the conditions are too special... But some can still be brought out.

In late spring, some purple flowers will grow on the river bank. These flowers are called "ignorance of love" by Asrai. The dried petal powder can be sprinkled on the eyes. The user will then undergo a will test. If the test fails, the user will fall in love at first sight.

In his opinion, this ignorant little flower called love is very good. It can grow as long as it is guided by the wind of magic. He plans to plant it on a large scale on the banks of the Asheril River. He will use it when he returns to Naggaroth to hold a blind date meeting, and then cooperate with the hyacinths produced in the Desire Valley of Lauren Loren... Under the service of this dragon, the fertility rate must be rising.

Winterflower, a specialty of Artives, is a white bell-shaped flower that only grows in frozen soil. Sprinkling dried and ground winterflower leaves over the eyes and falling asleep can cure insanity, a precious weapon for soldiers to heal their mental trauma after fighting Chaos.

The Woodland Widow, a giant ground flower with petals up to twenty centimeters long, attracts prey by emitting a delicious sweet aroma. When the victim is mesmerized by the aroma, the plant lifts its petals to trap the prey, which is then slowly digested with sticky acid. Although it is somewhat aggressive, it smells delicious!

War dancers will collect nectar from plants to make tattoo materials or distill it into a strong drink. If the amount is large, they will become drunk; if the amount is moderate, it will increase certain effects and make the movements more smooth and graceful; if the amount is small, it can be used as a sweetener. When put into water, it has the effect of honey water, which is the favorite of sweet-loving elves.

Add to that the giant-horned goats, the long-haired mountain cattle, the elven steeds of Athel Loren, the blood pines of Rickwald, and so on.

This trip to Elsing Alvin was quite rewarding. (End of this chapter)