Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

The double moons outside the window shone into the room through the carved window lattices, casting mottled light and shadows.

Maranul sat in front of a wooden table, which was neatly spread out with several rolls of parchment and a pile of heavy books. On the right side of the desk was an exquisite ink bottle, and next to it was a row of sharp quills, each of which was neatly arranged. Of course, there was also a hand crossbow that was already strung and placed in a convenient position.

The room he was in was spacious and solemn, with beautiful wall hangings and battle scene paintings on the walls, and all kinds of books and sea charts and logs piled on the surrounding bookshelves. This was the room his father had carefully prepared for him, but due to various reasons, he rarely appeared in this room. The last time he was in this room was when he set out from Naggaroth to the continent of Lustria, and the time before that was when he set out from Clar Karond to Naggarond.

There was a comfortable bench in the corner of the room, where Alatar was lying in a comfortable posture, flipping through the book in his hand.

Malanul lowered his head and focused on the documents in his hands, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes sharp and focused. From time to time, he wrote a few lines on the paper with a feather pen, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, appearing to be deep in thought. From time to time, he would chew the chewing tobacco in his mouth, look up at the window, think for a moment, and then continue to work.

Soon after, footsteps were heard on the spiral staircase, followed by knocks on the door.

When the door opened, Maranul looked up and saw his father, Durias, standing at the door. Alatar, who opened the door, saluted slightly and then left the room. She knew that Durias appeared here at this time because he had something to say to Maranul.

After responding, Dulias looked around the room and stopped at Maranul. Then, he coughed lightly, walked slowly into the room and closed the door. His steps were steady and powerful, and every step was full of majesty. He walked to the desk, first glanced at the crossbow, and then met Maranul's eyes. The silence between the two instantly became heavy and meaningful.

"Shouldn't you take a look around?" Durias finally spoke, and then he pulled a chair over and sat down in front of his son's desk, just as he had in his nephew's room, ignoring the presence of the crossbow.

"Not interested." Maranul responded calmly after spitting the chewing tobacco in his mouth into the trash can under the table.

"What are you writing?" Dulias sighed when he saw his son was silent. The son in front of him made him feel strange, of course, not only strange now, but also strange in the past.

As a member of the Hell's Disaster Family, he had no right to say: "You are my inheritance. Without you, what is the meaning of the Black Ark?" He was just a member of the family, not the ruler of the family. Many times, many things were not decided by him. He had to abide by the rules. This was also the difference between the members of the Hell's Disaster Family and other Duruchi.

But as a father, he still hoped that his son could inherit the Black Ark. This was his selfish desire as a father. However, at this moment, he knew that his son had rejected him in a sense and cut off his thoughts.

"Proposal."

"Oh?" Durias asked in a curious tone.

"Do you really want to know?" Maranul asked with a playful look.

"I'm your father!" Durias was a little angry. He didn't like his son's attitude.

"Yes, you are my father, but are you sure you want to know now?" After Maranul finished speaking, without giving his father a chance to refuse, he rotated and pushed the document in his hand horizontally so that the contents on the document faced his father directly.

"What is this?" Dulias, who was already listening to the words, looked down unconsciously and his face changed. The title at the top of the document was "Clarkalond Transformation Plan", and the middle was full of content. Although he was a little shocked by the content, it was nothing. What shocked him was that the executor was written as his son's name, which was incredible.

"Yes."

"It's not your turn yet!"

"That is the past, my father." Maranul spread his hands.

"This……"

"As a father, shouldn't you offer some valuable advice?"

Before Dacus was born, Dulias had a tendency to become the third person in the family, or he had already been one. After Dacus was born, everything changed. He had no advice to give. What advice could he give? He was just an admiral, and nothing more than an admiral.

He only knew that Clarkalond was different from Asheril. Asheril was actually the territory of Dakwus, but Dakwus opened up the authority, making it look like the family's territory. However, the specific control was not the responsibility of the family, but of the Thorn family, and the appointment of Walter came from the Witch King and the Archon. The situation in Clarkalond was different. The situation there was complicated...

"Who decided this? Daxus?" After a moment, he regained his composure and changed the subject.

"Yes, Dakwus, my brother. To be more precise, it is the decision of the Hand of the Witch King. Clar Karonde will have a new round of personnel changes. The clan mother will go to Nagor to serve as the dean of the magic academy, and the young master will go to the newly established Taliendan to serve as the president..." Maranul looked at his father carefully, and he found that his father really seemed to know nothing.

"What exactly does Taliendan do?" Durias interrupted Tamranul. He knew about the future destination of the clan mother, but he didn't know about the young master. He originally thought that the young master would become the real Night Warden of Clar Karond, not the previous Valahar, and the meaning represented by Taliendan was very important.

"Nothing..." Maranul imitated Daquus's usual way of speaking. After taking a look at his father's expression, he continued with a smile, "Initially, it was called the General Staff, but Loic... yes, that's 'Shadow Dancer' Loic, He said that the name was too ugly and it would be better to call it Taliondan. As for what it does specifically..."

"That way of speaking doesn't suit you!"

"Ah~ A new storm is brewing in Naggaroth. If we return at the right time, we will see it with our own eyes, no, experience it with our own eyes." Malanul spread his hands and changed his way of speaking again, the chanting style of his brother-in-law. Seeing that his father was really going to get angry, he began to tell the specific details of what Taliendan did.

"This... How is this possible?" Durias realized the importance of Taliondan and the accompanying political influence. This also proved what his son said about a new storm brewing in Naggaroth. This would be tantamount to the lives of those dread lords and admirals. How could there be no storm? This would be an unprecedented storm.

When the storm is over, the power of the Hell Disaster Family will reach a new level.

"Shouldn't the Wizard King be the chief? Why let the young master take the position?"

"I have been curious about this question before. In Daxus's expectation, the young master should serve as his deputy, but as far as I know, he was rejected by the Witch King. I don't know the details." Maranul told the information he knew.

"The world of Naggaroth has changed." Dulias sighed and looked out the window. After a moment, he slowly said, "Where is Valahal? Will it be Cowell of the Mogar family?"

"Yes."

"It looks like you're getting married soon, congratulations." After his guess was confirmed, Durias nodded and smiled like an old father. Just like he couldn't decide who would be the next admiral of the Vicious Temple, he couldn't decide who his son would marry. If you give up, you gain. This is how the Hell's Disaster Family operates. The family has been operating in this way for nearly six thousand years, providing a place of shelter for family members, with the warmth of home, but also with its own limitations and trade-offs.

"If that's okay, I plan to hold the wedding after the storm is over. Previously, I planned to hold it in Clar Karonde, or perhaps... it should be held in Nagaronde?"

"Son, my suggestion is to hold it in Clarkalond on a small scale. Sometimes trade-offs and compromises are necessary." Dulias made a suggestion, then hesitated for a moment, "Of course, if you mind, as a father, I will do my best for you."

"Let's do it in Clar Karond..." Maranul tried to end the topic. He was very conflicted about this issue. He didn't care. He only cared about the practical things that he could really hold in his hands. But he also knew that Alatar and the Mogar family cared.

The problem is... he also agrees with his brother's words: A tall tree attracts the wind. He is the Hand of the Witch King, the Dean of the School of Magic, and the Chief of Taliondan. What's more, many of the important positions in the future bureaucratic team will be held by people around them. If he holds a high-profile wedding, those cousins ​​who don't know the situation will think that the Hellbane Family is the ruler of Naggaroth.

"By the way, Loic? Him? The scar on your face? And what happened along the way? I'm curious, why are there so many cousins ​​and red dragons? Is that Lady Serenie really the daughter of Matheran? And why is that Asur still alive, and... it looks like?" Durias noticed that his son was changing the subject. Although the son in front of him made him feel unfamiliar, the blood connection and keen observation allowed him to catch it.

The questions he asked were also the reason why Dulias chose to come to Maranul. He had too many confusions and too many questions, and he had never found the time before, until now.

"Beloda Whitewave? Plans often fail to keep up with changes. In the original plan, this lady lost her value after the journey to Elsin Alvin, but she kept fighting and proving herself along the way. Now she has a new identity. She will stay in Chapeiuto as a high priestess of Storm Weaver and be responsible for the construction project of the Matheran Grand Temple there. It is the largest Matheran Grand Temple in the world, larger than the Matheran Cathedral in Miragliano."

When Miragliano was mentioned, Dulias's face suddenly darkened. His brother, Dacus's father, died in that raid. He had planned to take this opportunity to take revenge, but Dacus rejected the raid proposal. Moreover, he knew about the black humor of Matheran Cathedral when Dacus and his companions boarded the ship. He also knew that his nephew was playing a big game, but he still couldn't accept it in his heart.

"Besides, she is the lover of Flanais, but nothing will happen between them for now, just like my sister will not have anything to do with Tolandil for the time being. When she was in Athel Loren, her father showed up. Her father remained silent on this matter, neither supporting nor explicitly opposing it. All this will depend on whether the future progresses smoothly."

"This..." Dulias didn't know what to say. This sentence was too informative. He knew the identity of Belloda's father and the meaning of his attitude. Although he didn't know what happened, he could get a glimpse of something from the attitudes of his cousins ​​on the ship and Belloda's father. It seemed that this trip to Elsing Alvin was a success.

In addition, what bothered him was that his daughter was in love again? Strangely, as a father, he could feel that his daughter was serious this time. Compared with his son, he knew his daughter who had always been by his side better, a daughter who was a little bit nervous and a little bit unpredictable.

"That bard..." He had an impression of Tolandil. Colonia had introduced him during the banquet, but he didn't like Tolandil. He had also examined this issue. It might be because the other party was not Duruchi, and did not meet his idea of ​​a strong man. It might also be because he was a father.

"He is not some bard. In my brother's plan, he will be responsible for publicity work and the first person in charge of publicity work."

"The Storm of Matheran, if this isn't a bard, then what is it?!" Durias exclaimed.

Maranul's eyes widened. He was speechless after being asked this question. What his father said seemed to be okay?

This is the traditional impression, but he knew that in his brother's plan, Tolandil was definitely not just a bard. However, he did not ask in detail, as he had not focused on the so-called propaganda before, and he did not understand the terrifying magic released by propaganda.

"Let's change the subject, my father. You should focus on something else. Tolandil is the only heir of the Red Leaf family."

"This is absolutely impossible!" Dulias stood up. He understood the meaning behind Maranul's words. This was something he could not accept, or rather, something that the entire Hell's Disaster Family could not accept. His daughter was carefully taught by the family mother, had gone through many life and death trials, and was very strong. He did not know that Colonia had become stronger during this trip to Elsin Alvin, and had already stepped half a step into the legend. Otherwise, his attitude would be even more intense.

Maranul responded to his father's excitement with a shrug. In his opinion, this problem was very difficult, and it was not something he could handle. He didn't even have a say in this matter. He and Alatar were still blessed by his brother, who helped him block it. Otherwise...

"What does Daxus mean on this issue?" After calming down, Durias sat down again with a hint of coldness in his tone.

“Drag…” Maranul spread his hands.

"drag?!"

"After he meets the tribe mother, he will test her attitude. If the tribe mother remains tough on this issue, he will drag it out. In his opinion, propaganda is very important. It can change the trend of thought and make the current Duruchi no longer what it is now. As for how to do it specifically, I don't know." Malanul diverted the focus of the topic. In his opinion, the marriage between his sister and Tolandil was inevitable. It was just a matter of method and time.

Dulias understood how his nephew dealt with this problem. Perhaps this was a solution? Although he did not know how the propaganda should be carried out and what it meant. But he knew that if it could be carried out successfully, it would also be a display of strength. As long as strength was displayed, some problems would be easy to solve. But he still could not accept this cousin becoming his daughter's marriage partner, at least for now.

"Let's change the subject."

"That lady Serene is indeed the daughter of Matheran. I am sure of that." Maranul nodded first. After seeing his father's expression change, he continued, "But she is not responsible for secular affairs. That's the case for now. She and Loik's... uh... offspring live in Chapeiuto. She will participate in the construction of the Matheran Great Temple. After the temple is established, she will be responsible for some religious affairs. In the future... perhaps you should deal with her often?"

"Druchi is not so weak that he needs the daughter of Matheran to do something!"

Dulias, who was politically and religiously sensitive, knew the meaning and value of Serene. It was enough for the cousins ​​who also believed in Matheran to know that Serene was in Chapeiuto and that Serene stood on the side of Duruchi on behalf of Matheran.

He doesn't need to do anything else. He doesn't need to appear on the sea or on Drucci's warships. The Drucci Navy will solve the rest of the problems. As a battle-hardened admiral, he has his own pride and honor.

"In Athel Loren, we met the Asur delegation. The meeting was successful, and after a battle, we took the dominant position." Malanur knew that his father was simplifying the matter, and he tried to explain it to his father.

"Oh? Fighting with our cousins?" A playful and sinister smile appeared on Durias' face.

“Yes.” After seeing his father’s expression, Maranul knew that his father had strayed from his thoughts again, but he still nodded in agreement. After all, what his father said was correct. They did fight with their cousins, “But not with Asur, but with Aslai!”

Then he began to relate all that had happened in Laurent Loren and Athel Loren, from the one-sided sea battle to the crossing of the Black Mountains and leaving Athel Loren.

"The storm of Maserlan, this... this... is incredible. Congratulations, you have made great achievements, so..." When Maranul finished speaking, an hour had passed. During this hour, Durias's mentality kept changing, from shock at the beginning to numbness at the end. In his opinion, this journey was too wonderful and too successful.

"Yes, they are our friends. They appeared on the ship for various reasons and needs. In addition to the two demigods, Serene and Liariel, there are also some very important people. The one named Gilead is the offspring of Barshana, and the one named Asanok is the brother of Caradrell. He has survived the War of Vengeance until now.

But... my father, don't expect anything from the Asrai who stay in the forest. They won't come out, and more importantly, Dakwus won't let them come out. Their mission is to guard Athel Loren and the Oak of Ages. Athel Loren is very important in Dakwus's plan, very important! And... in my opinion, their strength is average, and they don't have an advantage in numbers. "

"My son, tell me the truth, are you jealous?" This time, Durias did not continue with Maranul's topic, but became serious. He stared at his son and observed his son. After a long time, he asked in a serious tone.

"Jealous? Really? Of course, that happened a long time ago, and I have adjusted my mindset." Maranul shrugged first, then curled his lips to cover it up. After a pause, he continued, "The mother of the tribe once taught us that jealousy is part of human nature, which comes from the desires and dissatisfaction deep in our hearts.

This feeling arises when we see someone else having something we desire but don’t have. It is not only a negative emotion, but also a challenge to our self-worth. Envy thrives when we feel inferior to others.”

"But the Clan Mother also taught us that jealousy is not inevitable. She said that the best way is to learn to be content, to be content with everything we have, rather than focusing on what we lack. We should see our own strengths and advantages, rather than blindly comparing and pursuing.

The one who revels in the edge of the abyss and is not swallowed by it is the truly strong one.

So, I turned jealousy into motivation. If I can turn this emotion into the power of action instead of being consumed by it, I can pursue my goals in a more positive way. Everyone has their own path to take, and everyone's destiny is unique. We must respect our own journey and cherish our own experiences. "

Dulias listened, but he did not nod his head in agreement. Instead, he looked at his son with suspicion. The son in front of him was so unfamiliar to him. Not only did the clan mother say these words to her son, but she also said them to him and every member of the family, but...

"Father, I must do it! Dacus is my brother, and he will always be my brother as long as he recognizes me as his brother. You know what we went through when we were young. I promised my aunt that I would protect my brother. Although I don't think my brother needs my protection now, if there is a need, I will be willing to do it. From the moment I promised, I became a man!

And...jealousy is a feeling...You also know that he is the messenger of the ancient saints, and the Lizardmen recognize his identity. This is also the reason why we obtained Asheril. This is the identity he was given.

But it is not like this in other places. The Witch King appointed him as the Chief Archon of Duruchi not because of his identity, but for other reasons. He hid after the Trial of Haksiya and stayed in a forest far away from Kra Kalond. He did not have the ambitions and desires that were common in Duruchi society.

You don't understand him. Similarly, this is also what confuses most Duruchi. But I understand him. I know why the Witch King favors him. He and the Witch King are friends. They can quarrel over some differences, not subordinates or servants. This is something I can't do no matter what. I am afraid of the Witch King. The best I can do is to be like the young master, but you also know that the Witch King doesn't like the young master.

We saved the world on the island of Albion by force. We gained the friendship of Anil by force and other means. The same was true in Athel Loren. I asked myself if I could do it.

In Orbion, he killed a giant who was lying almost as long as the plunder ship, in Lauren Lauren he exiled a great demon, and in that world, he killed a corrupted dragon, which was one of the reasons why the dragon was willing to be friends with him. In addition to the dragon, he also killed a great demon.

I mentioned earlier that he killed Orion in a duel in Athel Loren. And that night, he must have gone through something. I know the power he showed when he wore the dragon armor and held the sword. He lay in bed and refused to get up. He must have encountered something unspeakable.

He accomplished all of these alone, along with some other brilliant but insignificant achievements. Father, do you know how I got the scar on my face?
On the way to Athel Loren, we encountered a Mad Whisperer, a monster that only existed in Elsin Arwen. I asked him to challenge it alone, but he was negative about it. He seemed to know what it was, but with the support of my uncle, sister and the Cowell brothers and sisters, he finally agreed.

As a result... he didn't just seem to know what it was, but he actually knew what it was. The scar on my face was left by the monster. In addition to the horror that can be seen with the naked eye, the monster also had a strong psychological impact. I faced death several times in the battle. Fortunately, I proved myself and I finally killed the monster.

I originally wanted to chop off its head and hang it on the wall, but... it has the ability to amplify emotions, even after it's dead, and its head is too big, which is inconvenient. What a pity.

This is just a crazy beast. When I was in Lauren Lauren, I fought against that big demon. Father, to be honest, if I hadn't had the support of my family, friends and comrades, I would have turned around and ran away. "

Maranul kept talking and expressing his feelings. It was the first time for him to have such a long and in-depth conversation with his father. At the end, he stood up because he was thirsty, went to the wine cabinet, picked up the wine and started pouring it.

"I'm proud of you, my child." Durias took the drink and did not be wary or suspicious of the drink. Instead, he raised the glass to greet Maranul and drank it all.

Malanur did not respond, but smiled self-deprecatingly, then he also raised his glass and drank it all.

"I'm not jealous. I don't have the ability to be jealous, and I don't have the right to be jealous of him. He has surpassed me in every aspect, which is something I can never achieve. So... I have to face myself, surpass myself, and pursue my goals in a more positive way.

Father, many times, I have the illusion that he was sent by the gods to guide us on the right path, which is why those gods support him.

What I have to do is to put myself in the right position. I believe he can succeed, and we will take back everything that belongs to us under his guidance. I have great confidence in this. I don't want to become a laughing stock in the future, like those supporting characters in the story who are not presentable, jealous of their brothers, attacking their brothers, and finally becoming a laughing stock and allusion to being laughed at, like Black Blade?

I want to keep going, to keep walking with him, so that I can write a great chapter in history. Scholars in the future will study me, and study why I gave him a lamp, and what the meaning is. Bards will sing about the brotherhood between him and me, and tell the story of him and me. When parents educate their children, they will think of his story first.

More importantly, my actions were rewarded. During the battle with the Mad Whisperer, Skarandil witnessed everything and recognized me. With the coordination of Daquus, he became my partner. Father, I have a dragon now, a dragon that belongs to me, an extremely powerful red dragon, not one of those black dragons.

I will never take your place as the Admiral of the Malevolent Temple. Because I will be the Night Warden of Clar Karonde, I will be in charge of all affairs of Clar Karonde and provide greater support for our cause.

If everything goes well, I mean after we arrive in Ulthuan, Albion Island will become the territory of our family, or more precisely, my territory. It will be full of forests, swamps, and plains. We will settle some of our retired veterans there, and the swamps there will become farmland, and the plains will become pastures.

Of course, the island does not belong entirely to us. The lizardmen occupy the north, we occupy the south, and the middle is occupied by red dragons. We have established a contract with the red dragons. When everything is stable, we will build a paradise for red dragons on Beast Peak, a city on a high mountain, a unique landmark building. We have already thought of a name, called "Valdraken".

The location of the Isle of Albion is important, important enough to see the signal from the Ceatiel Tower of Laurenloren. It can radiate to Elsin Arwen and Norsca. We will build a large port on the coast to transfer goods from Ulthuan to these two places, a steady stream of wealth, deploy black arks and fast fleets, and station one or more large legions there.

Cut off the passage of human ships out of the Claw Sea. If necessary, the fleet and the legion can appear in Sith Leonask at the first time to provide support to the elven ambassadors and merchants there. "

Maranul said a lot, but he never mentioned the issue of the indigenous people on the island, as if those indigenous people had been arranged clearly, or as if they did not exist at all.

"You have changed, kid. But that's good, you have started to walk on the right path." Durias' eyes showed relief and pride.

After communicating for a while, he stood up and left. He did not tell Maranul about the confusion he encountered in Dacus, because he had already realized that the concept of sea power was actually not important. It was just a fog shrouding the truth. What was important was change.

Since the army is going to change, the navy must also change, and he, as a family member, will support Dacus. He will be the forerunner and set an example. (End of this chapter)