Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Inside the Mask Palace, Walter was sitting behind a huge wooden table, dealing with piles of files and documents.

A beautifully carved eternal lamp burns on the table. The lamp shows the style of the Lizardmen, reflecting the rich and complex aesthetics of this ancient civilization. The base of the lamp shows the geometric patterns and decorations common in Lizardmen society. The sharp lines and symmetrical design convey a sense of stability and strength.

The body of the lamp is meticulously depicted with feathers, symbols of power and divine connection, the outer edge of the lampshade is decorated with small stylized masks, and the lampshade depicts the sun, moon and celestial bodies arranged in a circle.

The bright colors and precise lines reflect the Lizardmen's profound understanding of astronomy and time. In fact, this lamp is not only for lighting and decoration, but also has practical value.

The sun is at the top of the circle, symbolizing the beginning and end of the day. It can represent the time of day, showing morning, noon and evening. The same is true for the moon, showing the different phases of the new moon, first quarter moon, full moon and last quarter moon, and the celestial bodies reflect the seasonal changes of the year.

This magical lamp was actually a gift from Shakspati to him in recognition of his noble contribution to Lustria, etc... It could be written into several thousand words as news or reports.

In addition to the lamp, there are several unique items on the table, showing his unique aesthetic and taste in life. An exquisite ashtray is located on the right side of the table. The ashtray is made of crystal and has a delicate geometric pattern carved on the surface, which echoes the design style of the lamp.

Next to it was a bronze pipe, the handle of which was carefully carved with lizardman-style patterns. The ignition device next to the pipe was a small flint, the surface of which was shimmering, showing its wear and tear.

Of course, there was also something very abrupt, something that seemed out of place with everything around it, a gilded three-legged copper incense burner with a dragon pattern. This incense burner was bought by Dacus at the market in Klarkarond on the first day he met Dacus.

When he was in the forest, Dacus killed a Kane assassin with the incense burner, and after that, the damaged incense burner lost its collection value. But he didn't mind, and after getting Dacus's permission, he took the incense burner for himself, thinking that the incense burner had a lot of representative meaning. The location where the incense burner was placed was a convenient place for him, and if necessary, he could grab the legs of the incense burner and pick it up at the first time...

On the left side of the table is a thumbnail. Although it is small in size, it depicts the administrative divisions of Asheril in great detail, including the borders of various regions, cities, rivers, and important landmarks. The edges of the thumbnail are decorated with fine gold wire, which makes it look particularly elegant. This item is not just a decoration, but also a symbol of the owner's power and deep feelings for Asheril.

Next to the thumbnail was a piece of paper he had framed with a few words written on it.

To my dear brother:
I wish you a happy life under the command of Lord Dacius Hellbane, and may you live a long and healthy life.

Give my regards to His Excellency Darkius Hellbane.

Your brother, Baisong Thornthorn.

This is the letter that Walter's third brother gave him when he and Dacus left Clarkalond for the forest farm. At that time, Dacus said something strange: Well, that should be put away. What a good souvenir. If I were you, I would frame it and put it in the most conspicuous place.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he agreed with what Dacus said. And he did so. This piece of paper he framed represented his longing for his family... No.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing on the whole table is the half-length portrait of Dacius. In the painting, Dacius is wearing the same robe that has never changed. He looks particularly majestic and sunny, with a cold and resolute expression on his face and eyes as sharp as cold stars, as if he can see through everything. His posture is confident and steady, and he holds an exquisite long sword in his right hand. The long sword is a scarlet sword that he has held for a long time.

The background of the painting presents a blurred scene, filled with smoke and set off by firelight, creating a breathtaking atmosphere. The whole painting not only captures Dacius's handsomeness and momentum, but also shows his extraordinary demeanor. The painting is a precious gift from Ryan before he left, carrying his deep friendship and admiration for Dacius.

The interior of the palace is gorgeously decorated, and the mask panels hanging on the walls vaguely reflect the mysterious faces of the ancient saints, as if watching everything. It seems a bit depressing, and the air is filled with a heavy sense of solemnity.

Now, the soft light shone on Walter's pensive face. Just as he was concentrating on reviewing the documents, his attendant knocked on the door and hurried in after getting his permission.

"Sir, the Temple of Viciousness is back." The attendant reported to Water with a hint of nervousness and awe.

Walter's face remained calm when he heard this. He just nodded slightly and signaled his attendants to leave. After the other party left, he stood up suddenly, leaning his unsteady body on the table, with an uncontrollable excitement in his eyes. He clenched his hands, his thoughts surged, as if the seven years of waiting and repression had found an outlet for release at this moment.

He paced back and forth in the room with a cane, his mouth slightly raised, his face showing an unconcealable joy and expectation, he knew that Dacus was back, back in advance. After walking for a while, he suppressed his excitement and left the room.
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Chapeuto is still the same. This port city seems to have not changed much in the seven years since Daxus left. It still maintains that sense of unfinished construction, as if time has stopped here.

Although Chapeiuto looked like a large construction site and had not improved in the years since he left, he was happy. At least Walter followed his instructions and did not build any administrative or commercial buildings that would stand out from the surrounding buildings, like a luxurious government building stuck in a dilapidated slum.

In the elven noble area near the vast ocean, sparse fences can be seen everywhere. Some of the fences had been there before he set out, and they were still there now. Not only that, there were some more fences.

The fenced land represents both belonging and unfulfilled dreams. It also represents the political acumen and foresight of the owners. They are not blind speculators, but see the huge potential of the land in the future.

With advance planning, they acquired a mansion belonging to the family on this land, just like the mansion of the Hellbane Family in Nagarond. Whether they live in it or not, or whether they use it or not, they must have it. In addition, after Asheril releases its true value, these mansions will also be able to take the lead in the future struggle for interests.

The manor is located further south of the coast, between the Flame Swamp and the Mangrove Coastal Jungle. It has clear skies, herds of cattle and sheep, and beautiful scenery. It has unique natural conditions for the development of manors and tourism. Perhaps it will attract elves and tourists in the future and become a good place for couples to spend their honeymoon?

"The Pope of Lustria has returned."

As the distance got closer, Daxus, who was amazed at being able to see more things, gradually realized that something was wrong.

The Elf Barracks, which was supposed to be a symbol of seriousness and strength, now looks deserted and empty. Soldiers are in groups of three or four, and the training ground is empty. It seems that this place has lost its original vitality.

In the original arrangement, the barracks were stationed with a relatively large number of elves. This army, led by Valahar, did not participate in the management of labor dispatch on weekdays, but was only responsible for patrolling and training, and at most helped maintain order when the Blackstone Ark was fully loaded. It served as a mobile force in wartime, but now this army has disappeared.

The Lizardman Barracks not far from the Elf Barracks were even more exaggerated. At least there were elves active in the Elf Barracks, but he looked for a while and didn't see any Lizardmen. There were only a few scattered lizards doing patrol-like work.

He knew that what was happening was obviously wrong, as he understood the workings of the Lizardmen society. Skinks that served the social system usually did not serve as soldiers. This should not happen on the continent of Lustria. Only in the jungles of the Southland, when there were not enough Lizardmen, would Skinks replace Lizardmen as soldiers.

The dock area was also quiet and deserted, with a large number of plunder ships belonging to the Black Ark Fleet quietly moored there, the hulls creaking faintly in the wind, as if telling of their former glory and current decline. The once bustling dock was now devoid of pirates and sailors, and only occasionally could a few lonely figures be seen hurriedly passing by.

The empty markets, taverns, hotels and zoos seem extremely deserted. The once bustling market stalls are now empty, and the piles of goods are not in demand. It seems that the vendors have given up on this place, leaving behind only some goods that have long lost their luster. The doors of taverns and hotels are closed, and the halls that were once full of laughter are now empty, as if time has frozen here, and only the remaining aroma of wine is still lingering in the air, telling of the former prosperity.

The entire Chapeuto is like a ghost town, fallen into an unsettling silence. The once planned prosperity seems to have become a thing of the past. Time has stagnated here and the breath of life has been completely drained away, just like a large immigrant city during the Spring Festival.

After looking for a while, he stopped looking at the city and looked at the sea. In addition to the fleet ships belonging to the Temple of Evil, there were only four plunder ships in the south and the Asur Eagle Ship on the horizon farther away. The plunder ships that were originally converted into fishing ships were anchored in the port. The anchored Tower of the Blessed Evil Party and the Fortress of Eternal Terror also seemed particularly quiet. There was no sign of elven activity on the surface of the Black Ark.

"Sir, this?" Ryan came to Darkus and asked softly, expressing the uneasiness in his and the elves' hearts.

Whether it was the elves who had set out from Chapeyuto or the elves and red dragons who had come to the new world for the first time, they all gathered together, talking and introducing each other. But as the distance gradually shortened, they also discovered a clue.

"What should have happened?" Daxus looked at the sky when he responded. When he saw that there was no obvious abnormality in the sky, he felt relieved.

In the year 2321 Imperial, a fleet of Skaven was spotted in the Central Sea, and the Skaven launched numerous raids along the coast. The Dwarves of Barak Seagate reported that they had sunk a Skaven fleet, and during the winter, Clan Eshin stalkers conducted numerous raids on anchored fleets in major ports in the Empire, Bretonnia, Tyrell, and Estalia, using fire pots and oil to burn the fleets, with varying success.

Of course, this was nothing compared to what was happening on the continent of Lustria.

At a certain time of the year, when the sun rises, the morning light of Lustria is dyed black. The leyline network flickers, and the great guardian system is weakening rapidly, allowing the forces of Chaos to attack. Legions of demons appear across the continent, and many tragic battles break out. The battles last for a whole week until the true sun rises again.

This event became known as the Battle of the Black Sun.

The fact that it was not dark meant that the Battle of Black Sun was not advanced. Something else must have happened, and they needed to investigate the Peyuto army. He did not think that the elves and lizardmen knew of his arrival in advance and hid, and then suddenly jumped out to give him a surprise. Is this a surprise? It's like a birthday.

"You mean?" Ryan's face showed worry. He knew too well the importance of Lustria and he didn't want anything to happen.

"I don't know either." Dacus shook his head in response, and then he said, "Prepare to get off the ship."

Most ports are built where the prevailing wind blows, not in or out of the port. Prevailing winds, also known as the most frequent wind direction, refer to the wind or wind direction that appears most frequently in a certain period of time in an area. If the wind direction is wrong, large ships will not enter the port or anchor in the most crowded area, but stay outside the port or anchor, and transport supplies or goods by barge. If you must enter when the wind is not right, there is a lot of knowledge and it is very sophisticated to operate. It is so sophisticated that you need to write a manual that can be understood by the brain but not operated by the hands. It requires elite captains, sailors and dock pilots to complete it together, and it requires large anchors, small anchors, fine-tuning sails, etc.

To make a long story short, I'll talk about it another day and I won't talk about it anymore because it's unnecessary.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of tricky operation is not allowed. If it goes wrong, it will cause the boat to hit the shore and scrape the boat next to it. Before the steamboat appeared, the rope was usually hung on the boat, and the crew used the oars to tow the boat manually. When it approached the shore, there would be trackers, cattle and horses to tow the boat in or out of the berth with ropes.

Of course, the cost-effectiveness of track pullers is far better than that of oxen and horses. A classic painting created by Repin describes the scene when ships enter the port, and also reflects... and so on.

The reason why there is no need for human traction is that no matter how powerful human power is, it can only meet current needs but cannot meet future needs. When a giant ship of 10,000 tons appears, a lot of manpower will be needed.

He has a steam engine and Asheril has rubber. If they are combined, a steamboat will appear, which is the legendary tugboat that can push a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier into the harbor. In addition to tugboats, there are also low-level storm weavers who can serve as pilots. If one tugboat is not enough, use two. If two are not enough, add more. If physical force is not enough, use magic.

Why is Chapeiuto a natural harbor? Because Chapeiuto is located where the prevailing wind blows. But this is not important. With the steam engine, Dacus plans to transform the dock of Chapeiuto into a port.

A port is a place where ships can dock, load and unload goods, store goods and provide other related services. A port is usually composed of facilities such as docks, berths, storage yards, warehouses, etc. It is an important hub for maritime transportation.

A wharf is a facility in a port for ships to dock and load and unload cargo. It usually consists of shore buildings and platforms extending into the water. A wharf can be divided into berths, berth facilities, loading and unloading equipment, etc.

To put it simply, it is a comprehensive upgrade. The port is a whole, and the wharf is only a part of the port.

He planned to modernize the port of Chapeuto to meet the huge demand in the future. After all, transformation is faster than reconstruction, and it will take some effort to build a brand new port city in the Rosario administrative region.

There was no dragon transformation. Just like when boarding a ship, the elves and red dragons boarded the plunder ship and transferred. There was no human traction. He, Serene and Belloda were on the ship. After the ship retracted its sails, it entered the berth very smoothly under the push of the water flow, as if it had turned on the intelligent mode.

There was no grand welcome ceremony, no huge welcoming team. Only Water and Chupacoco and some young-looking Druch bureaucrats were waiting there.

When Chupakoko saw Dacus, he was so excited that his whole body was shaking. The color of his crown kept changing in excitement, from dark blue to bright orange, and then to dazzling purple. He tightly grasped the staff that Dacus had given him at the beginning, and stood there dancing, making low hissing and clicking sounds to express his inner ecstasy and excitement. His tail also couldn't help but tap the ground lightly, making a series of brisk sounds.

"Darkius!"

He shouted excitedly, and walked over quickly to give Daquus a warm hug.

"them……"

As he embraced Dacus, he saw the dragonborns getting off the boat. His eyes were wide open, full of curiosity and inquiry. His voice was filled with a hint of doubt and amazement. He looked at the dragonborns carefully and found that they were surprisingly similar to him in some ways, but they were obviously not lizardmen. His crown therefore transformed into a flashing green light.

"Those are giant dragons. Like you, they are my good friends." Daxus smiled and patted Chupakoko's shoulders which were decorated with colorful feathers.

The giant dragons that had transformed into human form had a faint light in their golden eyes, and they stared at Chupakoko with curiosity and exploration in their eyes. They exchanged glances from time to time, sharing their feelings about the unique aura of this little lizard man.

On the other side, the Duruchis gathered around Walter. The Duruchis, who were also from Krakalond, were probably too familiar with each other, so they did not feel alienated or afraid of Walter because of his noble status in the top five of the Duruchi society. To them, Walter was an old friend, not a high-ranking dignitary. They either complimented him, or marveled at him, or spoke in a friendly tone.

"How did you..." Maranul shook his head helplessly. At this moment, he saw his future in Watt. But soon, he breathed a sigh of relief. Clarkalond was different from Asheril. Although they were both Night Wardens, they managed completely different affairs.

Walter, who was on the sloping foot, was leaning on a cane. The daily handling of government affairs made him look haggard, and the wrinkles on his face deeply portrayed the pressure he was under. His once strong posture has now become hunched and unsteady due to the responsibilities he shoulders. His eyes are mixed with fatigue and vicissitudes. His eyes, which used to be bright and lively, now reveal a hint of fatigue.

His originally jet-black hair had turned gray and white, which was also the main target of the Drukis' ridicule. After all, no Druki would be so blind as to make fun of his legs.

After seeing these long-lost companions and confirming that the number of people present matched the number before departure, a long-lost bright smile appeared on his face, as if all the fatigue was diluted by joy.

The traditional three-sword ceremony of the Druk society seemed pale and powerless at this moment. The red tape disappeared. He and his friends opened their arms and hugged each other tightly. The joy and excitement of meeting again after a long separation made him forget the aging and burden brought by time, leaving only the pure joy of reuniting with friends.

After briefly introducing each other, the huge team headed towards the Mask Palace.

"What happened?" Daxus, who was walking in the team, asked in a deep voice.

"Three days ago, some problems occurred in the north, in Echo City and Zahuitak." Watt, who had calmed down, responded calmly. When Daxus nodded in response, he continued, "A part of the troops from the southern outposts were mobilized, and all the behemoths were mobilized. Admiral Locksia of the Tower of the Blessed Evil Party and Admiral Hadris of the Fortress of Eternal Terror responded to Dorian's call, and Lord Shakspati also went."

Dacus nodded again. Zahuitak's problem was not a one- or two-day thing. It was just like his period. When he first came to Lustria, he experienced the Moon City and the Battle of Taraxla.

Originally, there was a problem in the battle that the Lizardmen could have won without his participation. The problem occurred in Zhahuitak. At that time, the battle there had lasted for several years, and a steady stream of Lizardmen troops set out from various temple cities to support there.

Taraxla, which was very close to there, sent out all its main forces, so the situation happened that the Lizardmen’s army was not large enough and the Savage Beastmen broke into the city.

Now, Zahuitak is in trouble again. I don’t know how long this battle will last and how much blood the Lizardman and Drucci will lose.

As the Pope of Lustria, he should go there, but he didn't think what would happen if he went. The problem of Zahuitak had not been solved from its emergence to the end, and during this period, two Slann magic priests were left there.

"What do you need me to do?" Seeing that Daxus had not responded for a long time, Walter asked cautiously.

"Let's do this for today. Arrange a dinner and transfer the goods tomorrow." Maybe it won't be a big deal if he goes, but Daxus thinks he should go anyway. What if he goes? But he is not in a hurry for one or two days. He has to entertain the elves and red dragons who come to Lustria for the first time first, and then think about other things. Don't treat them like cannon fodder and drive them around in a hurry.

Watt nodded, called the young official following behind him and whispered an order.

In the team, the elves and red dragons who set foot on the continent of Lustria for the first time were full of novelty and desire to explore every step they took. Especially after crossing the dock area and entering the comprehensive area, a variety of lizardman-style buildings came into view, with complex decorations and bright colors, and an ancient, mysterious and exotic cultural atmosphere.

Some red dragons were deeply attracted by the decoration of the building. Although they had seen gold in many places, the combination of the architectural style of this ancient civilization and gold still made them feel fresh. This is not only a symbol of wealth, but also a testimony of power and history.

They couldn't help but let out a low gurgling sound, stretched out their powerful claws, and touched the exquisite carvings and inlays. Their dragon eyes sparkled with curiosity in the sun, and they carefully felt the texture of every inch of the decorative surface. When their claws came into contact with these ancient building materials, the red dragon's innate keen sense of gold was immediately awakened.

That is unquestionably real gold.

Their senses penetrated each inlay like electricity, and they could feel the energy contained in the metal, as if the gold itself was talking to them. When their claws slid along the carved texture and touched the heavy precious metal, they felt a sense of satisfaction and the greed that was branded in their blood.

Dacus did not say anything after seeing the behavior of the red dragons. He thought that the behavior of the red dragons was normal. It might be because of his presence that they seemed to be a little suppressed and did not directly grab them or do something more extreme. Of course, as a token of appreciation, he would still give each red dragon a ton of gold as a token of appreciation and settlement for the red dragons to set foot on the new continent.

He could still take out more than 20 tons of gold. After all, the Golden City and Chakua were there. Maybe he should take the red dragons there to have a look and dazzle their eyes. Maybe the red dragons would choose to settle there and stay there forever?
The elves looked around intently, their eyes full of desire for the unknown and curiosity about the new environment. The indescribable emotions they had when they first saw the Slann Mage Priests and Lizardmen in Athel Loren once again surged in their hearts. Every carving and every stone tablet made them stop for a moment, whispering about the shock and novelty brought by these strange buildings and decorations.

Many elves had read or heard about these wonders in books and legends. For some elves, the "Exploration Record of Belsarius", which was like a popular science book for children, had a very high influence. Now the scene appeared in front of them, making them feel like they were in the books and legends. Tolandil and the war dancers were even busier, they kept recording every detail and sharing these experiences with each other.

"what is that?"

After looking around, Dacus found four stone buildings at the four corners of the intersection that were not there before he set out. Perhaps it is not accurate to call them buildings, but more like decorations, he asked curiously. (End of this chapter)