Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

"Research...what are you doing?"

Dacus, who appeared in the square, held back for a long time before uttering this sentence, and waved to the red dragons as he spoke. He spoke the dragon language, which he learned during his time at sea out of respect and understanding for the red dragons. In dragon language, when expressing interrogative sentences, the subject and the object are used.

The red dragons paused for a moment, not because they were surprised that Dacus spoke dragon language, but because of other reasons. They had just studied for a long time, made many harsh remarks and visions for the future, but in the end... they found that the problem was still with Dacus? Finally, they all looked at Splinterwin and handed the pressure to Splinterwin.

"Can we...?" Feeling the pressure, Splinterwin came to Darkus and spoke softly in Elsalin, pointing around. With an expression that said "you should understand" on his face, he kept giving him glances.

"?" A confused expression appeared on Daxus's face. He certainly understood what Springtwin was talking about, but he didn't want to show it.

"It's...it's...this...that..." Springwin stammered and pointed randomly with his claws, his face becoming anxious and distorted due to his excitement.

The red dragons standing nearby also showed expressions of hesitation and struggle. They became restless, their mouths kept opening and closing, but they could never utter the words.

"That's enough." Dacus grabbed Springwin's claws. The red dragon had dignity and pride. It was just a joke, just for fun, and it should be done step by step. Besides, Springwin was his partner, so there was no need to do that.

The reason why he asked the red dragons to travel around Talaxlan was because a meeting and ceremony would be held here soon. It was worth recording, and it would be a year and a day worth writing about in the annals.

Because of the conference and the ceremony, it can be said that the Slann in Lustria, except for the first generation of Kroka and those mummified lords, all other generations have basically awakened from their contemplation and meditation and gathered in Taraxlan. So this is currently the safest and most heavily guarded place in the entire Lustria continent, even safer than Itaza. He is not afraid that the red dragons will do something crazy. If they really do, the red dragons will be beaten to death and see the power of the Slann.

Dacus paced in place with his hands behind his back, and his eyes turned to Modax, who had come out of his contemplation. There was no conversation, Modax nodded to him, and he nodded to Modax, everything was said without words.

He was very satisfied with the result. The reason why he let the red dragons visit Taraxland was not only for safety reasons, but also to let them experience the customs and hospitality of the Lizardmen. In addition, he hoped that the red dragons could learn something from the Lizardmen and make some plans for the future.

This way you will have a "weakness", instead of being a "no-no" person who can do whatever he wants, come when he wants, leave when he wants, and hit you if you make me angry.

Now, he got the result he wanted.

"Some... technical problems?" After pacing for a while, he cleared his throat and said.

"Can... can we fix this?"

"I..." Daxus was going to tell the truth, but perhaps because of a sudden inspiration, he did not finish the sentence. After a pause, he asked, "Should?"

"should?"

"Yes, should?"

Dacus thought of the second-generation Slann he met in Orbion, Umatadan, who was unknown to other second-generation Slann. The pawn of the Ancient Saints never strayed from the track. He thought that Umatadan was there for a reason. Maybe Umatadan was related to the biological laboratory in the Lead Castle? Maybe Umatadan was a biologist? Otherwise, how could Umatadan know to enter the device and soak in the liquid after the accident?

In his opinion, without the help of Tzeentch, only biologists can handle this matter, and they have to be biologists like Slan. The others are the Elven Gods, but he doesn't think the Elven Gods can handle it. As for the Old Saints and the Dragon Father...

"Since you want, go ahead and shape it. This is a complex and long-term task." Since the problem of biotechnology could not be solved for the time being, he changed the subject and made a big promise. Seeing the red dragons looking at him with burning eyes, he continued, "Let me ask a few questions, history and legends?"

Legend has it that there were two, perhaps three great dragons known as the 'Father of All Dragons'.

The first one is Calgaranos the Black, and the second one is Umuskadrak? The reason why it is said to be two or three is that Calgaranos and Umuskadrak are probably the same person, but due to historical and legendary reasons, he became two, just like Zeus and Jupiter.

The third is Dragnir, who is confirmed by Asuryan to be the ancestor of the fire dragons of Ulthuan.

And Calgalanos is the ancestor of the red dragon, which Modax told Dacus himself.

"How did civilization come into being? Are there any myths or legends about its creation? This is origins and myths. What major events in history have influenced the development of civilization? For example, wars, disasters, migrations, changes, etc. These are major events. Are there any famous heroes or leaders in history? How did these people shape the culture and heritage of civilization? This is heroes and legends."

After Daxus beeped for a while, he saw the confused expressions of the red dragons, sighed and shook his head slightly.

"To be more specific, in the origin myth of a certain empire, it is said that the earth was originally a barren desert until a certain god appeared. The god used his thunder and rainstorms to transform the desert into a fertile oasis, creating the first land and granting life and wisdom to mankind. After the storm subsided, he built a sacred city on the top of a mountain where heaven and earth met. It became the starting point of the empire, the symbol of the empire, and was regarded as the source of all wisdom and power.

This is the myth that explains the geographical origin and sacredness of civilization. This myth not only influenced the worship of storms in later generations, but also regarded the capital of the empire as a sacred and inviolable holy place. The people believed that their empire had divine power, and were therefore full of pride and a sense of destined superiority.

A major event?

Wars caused by resource shortages and territorial disputes? Dozens of cities clashed over competition, turning against each other and almost pushing civilization to the brink of destruction. The war lasted for a century until a treaty was signed, in which the cities agreed to form a federation, redistribute resources and power, and put an end to the endless fighting.

This war had a profound impact on the political structure of the civilization. The establishment of the Confederation brought about new systems, promoted political reforms, and strengthened the civilization's recognition of the values ​​of "peaceful coexistence" and "cooperation."

Heroes and legends, don't I need to tell you?"

"What's the use of this? These ancient myths, stories of war, legends of heroes... What use are they to us?" The voice of the Terrible Malatx was low and hoarse, with a hint of disdain and confusion. In his opinion, the most important thing is to be strong. What he needs are servants to serve him. He wants to be a toad sitting on a throne, not these things that have no meaning even if they exist.

"?" Daxus looked at Modax with a confused look.

"What's the point of asking these questions? You look at the world and think that everything is just a game of power and survival, and that only strength has value. But these are just appearances, covering up what really supports civilization. Without myths, beliefs, and ideals, civilization is just a walking corpse, just like we were before. We are always individuals, not a group, a civilization.

They shape our minds, our hearts, and are the foundation of our existence. They are not only the answer to who we are, but also the reason why we fight and why we live. The only constant in this world is change, and that's why we are together and here!" Modax turned her head, her eyes as sharp as an eagle, piercing through Malatx's contempt. As she spoke, her voice gradually turned cold, but with a power that could not be ignored.

"What can ideals change? They cannot stop power." Faced with blood suppression, Malatx frowned. He was disdainful of Modax's answer, but he did not dare to deny it directly.

“A person without faith is nothing but a walking corpse even if he holds a sword. But a person with faith can turn the situation around even if he is unarmed. Why can they lead people out of desperate situations? Not just because they are strong, but because they bring hope and faith.

They shape the way we understand the world, and the soul of every civilization is built on this spiritual heights, rather than a simple comparison of power.

When you only see the war and killing in front of you, you will feel that everything is meaningless, but when you see the beliefs and ideas hidden behind it, you will understand that every battle and every sacrifice we make is to defend something higher. That is the reason that supports us and is the true power of all great civilizations. When darkness falls again, what we rely on is not only the sharp sword, but also the fire in our hearts. Those myths, those legends, and those heroic stories are what keep the fire in our hearts burning forever. "

Dacuus looked at the Great Pyramid of Razkoto in the distance with his eyes sparkling. His voice was heavy, like thunder. The elves following him fell into thought after hearing his words, and they immediately thought of Aenarion.

Malatx was silent for a moment, still full of doubts, but he did not speak again. The other red dragons also fell silent. At this moment, some of them seemed to understand, and they probably understood the meaning of Dacus' words.

“The real power of history and legend is that they create a framework for how we understand ourselves and how we see the world.

Mythology connects people to the world and makes them feel the meaning of their existence. It not only explains the origin of the earth, but also gives every mountain, river and stream a sacred symbol. The torrent of history has turned these myths into reality, allowing faith to penetrate into daily life and become a part of culture. Every war, every migration, and even the rise and fall of every dynasty are given meaning within the framework of this faith.

Culture is not only a manifestation of food, clothing, housing and transportation, but also a manifestation of faith. The city's architectural style, artistic expression, and even laws and social structures all originate from those original myths. Through rituals, sacrifices, and festivals, people maintain their ties with the gods and their cultural identity.

What is the use of these? History and legends extend to culture and faith, and faith shapes the soul of civilization. Without these, any civilization is nothing but a short-lived dust, destined to be forgotten in the long river of time. "

Dacus spoke slowly, as if whispering to a ghost in the dark. His eyes were deep, and he pointed at the building in the distance. At the end of his speech, he looked at the night sky that had already appeared. The boundless sea of ​​stars seemed to be telling countless stories.

“Culture and faith are the foundation of a civilization, but they are more than that. Their extension is the birth of art and language. Art and language are the concrete expression of culture and the form of faith and thought in the real world. They are not just decorations or communication tools, but the soul of civilization constantly looking for an outlet.

Imagine an ancient empire. When their gods turned into storms in legends and spread life on the earth, the earliest artists began to depict these miracles. They used simple symbols, rock paintings, and even stone tools to record their awe and belief in the gods. Over time, these symbols evolved into words and became the origin of language.

Language is not only a tool for communication, it is also a carrier of thought. Every word and every syllable embodies people's understanding and imagination of the world over thousands of years. Language shapes the way people view reality, and also shapes their history and future. Myths and history are passed down from generation to generation through language, becoming eternal spiritual wealth.

Art, whether it is painting, sculpture, music, poetry or dance, is an expression of the soul of a civilization. It is a way for people to project their beliefs, emotions and dreams into reality. When a civilization's art flourishes, it not only shows its wealth and skills, but also its spiritual height. Through art, people convey their admiration for the gods and their desire for the future.

Imagine that in ancient times, when people looked up at the stars and the mountains that were known as the abode of the gods, they would use music to express their awe and piety. These melodies were passed down from generation to generation and became a memory of civilization. The bards turned the legends of heroes and the torrent of history into poems of language, which were passed down from mouth to mouth, allowing everyone to become part of the story of civilization.

Art and language are not only forms of expression of civilization, but also mirrors for civilization to reflect on and express itself. Without language, myths cannot continue, and without art, faith loses its image. They are the bridge from the spiritual to the material world of civilization, allowing each generation to communicate with their ancestors and pass on their thoughts to future generations.

Art and language extend from culture and faith, and the two are intertwined, giving civilization immortal life. They are our weapons against time and oblivion, allowing us to transcend our own life and death and become something greater and more distant, a true civilization! "

Daxus made a big deal, and his meaning was clear: first he would present the history and legends, then the culture, beliefs, art and language, and then he would talk about other things.

The red dragons talked in low voices, discussing what Daxus had said, with familiar desire and ambition in their eyes. From time to time, their eyes fell on the golden decorations, or looked at the solemn lizard warriors wearing golden armor.

Dacus had been in contact with the red dragons for some time, and he knew the thoughts of these red dragons too well. After seeing everything in the lizardman society, the red dragons were simply delighted and eager to possess all this wealth and power. For the red dragons, wealth and power were the standard for measuring everything.

The glittering gold ornaments, the gems piled on the altar, the domination of the Slann, and the mysterious ancient power of the Lizardmen, these things burned like fire in the eyes of the red dragons, igniting the desires deep in their hearts.

"Wealth and power are born to the strong?" Daxus shook his head with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. Seeing some red dragons showing a hint of contemptuous smile, he sighed, "Wealth and power can indeed make you look powerful, but if you don't understand their true nature, then they will only become your shackles, not weapons. Think about it..."

He wanted to say: Think about those of you who were killed by humans in the nest? Think about the wealth that was plundered with great difficulty and became the spoils of human adventurers. But this was too sarcastic, and it did not fit the purpose of what he said before. The reason why he said these words was to paint a big picture for the red dragons, so that the red dragons could think about it themselves, and maybe they could come up with a big life. He even looked forward to what the red dragons would shape Calgaranos into.

He stopped there, saying no more. He knew that most of the red dragons in front of him could not see through them due to their limitations. For the red dragons, power was the material that could overwhelm everything, not inner peace and wisdom. It was not something he could achieve with just a few words. He was not so magical, not so powerful, and could not turn stone into gold. Change took time.

He said these words mainly to Modax and a few red dragons. In his opinion, Modax, who existed before the Great Invasion, was different from the later red dragons. The long years and painful experiences made Modax a wise man and a philosopher. As long as Modax and a few red dragons thought and shaped themselves according to his words, his words would not be in vain.

The red dragon wants to create civilization. This is neither a good thing nor a bad thing. Anyway, it has no impact on him or the elves. Maybe both sides will get some positive benefits. Civilization can be created, there is no doubt about it, but it takes time and money.

If nothing goes wrong, this period of time will be enough for him to complete his big plan. Later on, the elves are destined to develop flying machines. He can even skip the propellers and directly target the Hemlock, Nightwing and Phoenix of the Eldar next door to develop the jet.

Materials can be studied, power can be referenced from assault ships, weapons and equipment... these are not a problem. As long as there is time, they can be made. These aircraft will threaten the dragons, and the elves will become the masters of the sky.

This is his trump card, and also his confidence. Maybe one day, the elves and dragons will turn against each other? But it shouldn't happen? These flying machines that can pose a huge threat to dragons are here. Maybe one day, dragon knights and flying machines will fly side by side in the sky and fight side by side.

As for the funding, it was up to him to provide it. This also involved economics and technology, military and diplomacy, and he was confident that he could arrange it clearly.

He first drew a big picture for the red dragons. Geographical environment and resources were not a problem, as Albion Island was there. Social structure was a technical issue, and if possible, he would find a way to match the dragonmen and dragon beasts of Azeroth.

The dragonborn race that walks on two legs is called a drake, and the counterpart to the lizardmen is the lizardmen and giant lizards. The dragonborn race that walks on four legs is called a drake, and the counterpart to the lizardmen is the skinks. The subsequent barbarian dragons serve as managers similar to the skink priests, and the giant dragons...

Just as he was about to say something else, a huge snake appeared in the square, between him and the Great Pyramid of Razkoto, straightened up and looked up at him, and he knew that Sotek was waiting for him.

"Chuku-Ta?" He nodded to the big snake and looked at the lizard priest who was still recording on the wax board beside him.

"Yes, yes!" Chuku-Ta, who was immersed in his thoughts, was startled when he heard the call. The wax tablet in his hand was not held firmly and was falling to the ground. When he hurriedly grabbed the wax tablet that was about to fall to the ground, he kept nodding in response.

"Let's go." Daxus was not amused by this funny scene, but shook his head slightly. He felt that Chuku-Ta was not like a Skin Lizard Priest, but more like a Grey Prophet Apprentice? How was this appointed? After sighing, he nodded to his companions who came with him, and then he led Chuku-Ta through the path that the red dragons had made way for.

Legend has it that the Great Central Pyramid of Taraxlan was built by Razkoto himself, with four entrances cut into its many levels of steps leading to a circular platform on which stands the pyramid's main spire.

Inside are stored the most precious treasures, and in the inscription chamber are sacred prophecies. No light is allowed into the meditation chamber, only the moonlight can shine in. The huge armillary sphere rotates in the darkness, showing stars that are not in the sky.

Below, on the circular foundation is the Lizardmen's barracks, where the Moon City's troops gather and train. Their barracks occupy most of the space on the lower level. In addition, there are armories, granaries, and the most central hatching pool.

"You change every time?" Adhering to the principle of being able to sit instead of standing and lie down instead of sitting, Dacus naturally stood on the giant snake and let the giant snake carry him to climb the pyramid.

Chuku-Ta, the appointed Skink Priest, did not receive such a good treatment. He could only hold the wax tablet tightly and follow the giant snake, trotting and climbing. (End of this chapter)