Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

"Dreux!"

Dacus's majestic voice hit Drex's nerves like a storm, interrupting all his thoughts. He subconsciously raised his head, and at that moment, he could feel the surrounding eyes focused on him, with curiosity, scrutiny, and even a little jealousy.

He knew that this moment was crucial to him, so he knelt on the ground without any hesitation. He lowered his head, turned his hands over and touched the backs of his hands to the masonry, expressing his loyalty and respect for Dacus with the most standard etiquette.

"Stand up." Daxus stretched out the index and middle fingers of his left hand and raised them. Seeing that Drex couldn't see, he spoke in a low voice. There was no blame in his voice, but instead a certain expectation.

Drux stood up slowly, his eyes filled with awe for his superiors, yet he remained calm. After all, he was one of the few among the Duruchi who had faced the Witch King and the matriarch of the Hell Disaster Family directly, and he faced them as a storyteller, who needed to keep talking, and tell them well.

"You have your own ship, your own route. That's good, very good. You have proven your ability. Do you understand what that means?"

Drex's thoughts surged like a torrent. He knew that he was standing on the edge of the deck. The opportunity in front of him was like a floating rope. If he grabbed it, he would have a chance to enter a higher circle of power. But at the same time, this could also be a dead end. Once he missed it or grabbed it with the wrong strength, this seemingly promising future might cause him to die in the sea and return to the arms of Matheran.

"Yes, sir, I understand." His voice was low and firm, but with an undisguised tension and determination.

"Very good." Daxus nodded slightly, his eyes swept over the other admirals and captains again, and then suddenly changed the subject and asked in a cold tone, "What do you understand?"

The elves present knew that this question carried a fatal meaning. If possible, the admirals and captains would like to smile in gloating, but there is no if. The participants who followed Daxus around Elsing Alvin showed expressions of watching a good show. Even Chupakoko, who was hiding behind Master Xia Chengyu and witnessed all this, knew it, but he did not become active because he could feel that the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became solemn.

Drex felt everyone's eyes on him again, as if they were expecting his answer, or waiting for him to make a mistake. His heartbeat began to speed up, and sweat quietly flowed down his forehead. He knew that this was not just a personal challenge to him, but that Dacus wanted to take this opportunity to test his insight and judgment of the current situation.

"My Lord, you gave me a chance before, not only to prove my loyalty and ability, but also to make me realize that no matter how far I go on this road, any negligence may pull me into the arms of the Lord of the Abyss."

Daxus, with his hands behind his back, was still looking down at him, his expression unchanged, waiting for him to continue.

"I understand that gaining power means not only honor and status, but also heavy responsibilities. You gave me this opportunity, which seems to be an honor, but is actually a test. Any mistake in any decision will make me bear a greater price, and you are kindly observing me, observing whether I am really capable of taking on this responsibility."

Drexel paused, looking at Dakwus firmly. After returning to Naggaroth, he made up for his mistakes and used his limited channels to collect limited information. He knew that the Hand of the Witch King in front of him was different from other Duruchi nobles, otherwise he would not have issued him that precious letter of recommendation, which was an opportunity that the Duruchi could not even ask for. He also knew that his answer was not perfect, but he really tried his best.

"Very good, Drex. You didn't let me down." A barely visible smile flashed through Daxus's eyes. He nodded slowly, his tone slightly softened. He looked at the admirals and captains around him, and continued, "Today's opportunity is not for one person, but for everyone who is willing to accept the test. Drex understands his path, what about you?"

Everyone looked at each other, obviously they also realized Dacus's temptation. Dacus was not only testing Drex, but also testing all the believers present. They knew that today's occasion was not just to discuss tasks or assign work, but in Dacus's eyes, everyone was on the verge of a test.

"Whoever can seize the opportunity will gain more. And whoever does not seize the opportunity will have nothing to regret? Because they will never know what they missed, right? Perhaps... the most painful thing is to see that the opportunity cannot be seized."

There was silence in the hall. The admirals and captains did not agree with Dacus this time. Instead, they lowered their heads and thought to themselves. They were confused. They could not judge Dacus's logic at all. At this moment... not just at this moment, throughout the meeting, they seemed to see the shadow of Malekith in Dacus.

"Dreux, now... the Order has issued a mission to you. Daxus's voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the hall, and all eyes were focused on Drex again. He continued, with an unquestionable command in his tone, "You will be fully responsible for the construction of the Hailan Hub. This is not only a mission, but also an opportunity to prove yourself."

The moment Drex heard the second half of the sentence, his heart was beating wildly. The Hailan Hub! That was the core node for the future development of Chapeyuto, connecting religion and the secular world, symbolizing the intersection of trade, faith and power. He couldn't believe that such an important task actually fell on his shoulders.

But the next moment, his heart seemed to stop beating, and a huge pressure came over him. Building such a hub requires not only manpower, time and technology, but also huge financial support. As a newly emerging captain, he knew that his family could not afford such a huge project. His thoughts were spinning rapidly, and he knew that everything before was just foreplay. At this moment, he really came to the crossroads that determined his fate.

"Oh, great incarnation of the sea, I really want to take on this mission. This is the opportunity I have dreamed of all my life! But... my financial resources are really limited. I cannot undertake such a huge project alone." He knelt on the ground, his eyes anxious and earnest. He chose to speak the truth, his voice filled with sincere requests and helplessness, as if this heavy responsibility had made it difficult for him to breathe.

"Insufficient financial resources is not a problem. You can go find other captains. The construction of the Hailan Hub cannot be completed by one person. You can assign some of the work and invite others to join. As for how to distribute it and how to share the points according to contribution, that is your business. Do you understand?"

Dacus smiled slightly, with a hint of insight and ease in his smile. He did not show any surprise, as he had already anticipated Drex's concerns. He took a step forward, looked down at the captain kneeling at his feet, and said calmly.

Drex's heartbeat seemed to speed up again. Darkus' words undoubtedly pointed him in the right direction. Although the task was difficult, it was not impossible. He could rely on the strength of other captains, share the burden of the task with them, and distribute points in a fair way. In this way, he could not only complete the task, but also win more support. Perhaps... perhaps... countless ideas suddenly emerged from his mind.

"Praise Matheran, I understand!" Drex bowed his head deeply again, having made a decision in his heart.

"This mission is an important step for us towards the future. Drex will be in charge of the overall planning, and anyone who wants to participate and contribute can join. The greater the contribution, the greater the reward. Who is willing to join?" Daxus nodded in a majestic voice.

The captains present raised their heads slightly, with a glimmer in their eyes. Combining what had happened before and after, they knew that this was not only an opportunity to gain points, but also a task that could enhance their status and influence. As their arms were raised, whispers and echoes began to sound, and it was obvious that the captains' minds had become active.

"Find him." Daxus pointed at Drex, then turned and looked at the sea level in the distance. His eyes became deeper and deeper. "Every drop of water on the ocean may seem small, but it is the key to forming a surging wave. Sailors may be the smallest existence, but their efforts can accumulate into a force that cannot be ignored. No ship can sail to the end by the captain alone, just as no sea can be without the waves.

Remember! The ocean never churns only for giant whales. Whether it is the ocean or life, unity is strength! Gathering sands to build a tower! Only then can we truly turn the wind and waves around and reach the other side under the guidance of the Lord of the Abyss. One day, these tiny forces will accumulate and achieve an unparalleled great cause! "

His voice echoed in the air, as if carrying some kind of irresistible power. His gaze remained on the boundless sea level, his eyes as deep as the abyss of the sea. His words not only broke the atmosphere of the hall, but also broke the traditional concepts deeply rooted in the hearts of all the Druks present.

The eyes of the Duruchi moved between each other, their hearts were churning, and many of them showed confused expressions. They thought about what the tradition of Duruchi was? It was the supremacy of individualism, the strong being king, and the endless pursuit of power and power. In their minds, only the strong are worthy of everything, and the weak can only be reduced to the objects of domination. However, Dacus's words made these Duruchi fall into deep thought. A few gather to make a lot, and unity is strength. These words should have been the opposite of Duruchi culture, but now, when spoken from Dacus's mouth, they actually carried unquestionable power and truth.

The captains present all looked at Dulias, Loxia and Hadris standing in front of them. They believed that these three admirals represented the model of what Daxus said. The families behind the three admirals operated in this way, accumulating small forces, gradually expanding their own power, and finally controlling power. Without those seemingly insignificant forces, these three families would not have been able to reach the heights they are today.

In a moment of silence, Drux frowned. Although he was born in a humble family, he had worked hard to climb to his current position. He understood the true meaning behind Dacus' words better than anyone else. Yes, sailors may be humble, but without them, the captain's dream would not be able to sail far. And those who are at the top of the Duruchi society have become so powerful through the dedication and accumulation of countless people at the bottom.

"I will gather all the strength I can to complete this mission and live up to your expectations." At this moment, his previous thoughts became more concrete. He knew that he would not only have the opportunity to seize the turning point of his fate through Dacus's advice, but also have the possibility to gather strength in this mission and open up a new path for himself. He slowly stood up, his eyes firm, and saluted Dacus.

Dacus nodded slightly, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. He thought it was very meaningful to assign the Hailan Hub to the captains for construction. After all, the significance of the Hailan Hub was there. It would not be appropriate to let a certain admiral repair it, but it would be more appropriate to let the captains repair it.

It's a bit like building a temple or ancestral hall. After the construction is completed, there will be a stone tablet or something else, anyway, it is used to record. The contributors listed above, from tens of thousands to hundreds of millions to a few hundred yuan at the end, no matter how much they contributed, they are listed anyway, it's just a matter of who contributed first or who contributed last.

In addition to this significance, he also gave them an opportunity. He wanted to integrate neighboring gangs and guilds into the cult system. Whether the captains could seize the opportunity or not was up to them. As he said just now, there was nothing to regret if they didn't seize the opportunity. If they couldn't be ship owners, they could still be captains.

I just don’t know who of the names engraved on the monument will still be alive after several centuries, whose fate has been changed, and whose name has been erased.

"The construction of the Hailan Hub is the second task issued after the establishment of the cult. The next one... is the third one? Yes, the third one!" After Daxus glanced around, he continued to assign the next tasks.

This time, the atmosphere in the hall did not become more tense because of his instructions, because the captains knew that everything that happened next had nothing to do with them. All they could do was listen to the notice, and they didn't even have a seat. Instead of doing this, they might as well think about how to establish a good relationship with Delux, the rising political star, and earn a share of benefits for themselves in the construction of the Hailan Hub.

"The four spires next to the Great Temple of Matheran symbolize our rule over the ocean, storms, wealth and faith. They are not only buildings, but also symbols of our power." Daxus pointed to the spires that appeared on the sand table, and his low voice echoed around again.

The spires on the sand table depict the design of each spire in detail. One spire represents the storm, decorated with carvings full of whirlpools and waves; one symbolizes wealth, inlaid with precious gems and metals; one is the spire of the ocean, full of sea monsters and nautical totems; the last spire represents faith, which is unremarkable, but enshrines the symbols of Matheran.

He found that he was quite talented, or rather, quite funny. He had a bad taste at first, imitating the four towers next to Hagia Sophia after 1453, and simply drew the target first and then shot.

But he and Serene had a tacit understanding. After he shared this with Serene, who didn't understand the joke, Serene immediately agreed and added the meaning of the four spires. Her performance was no less than the meaning of the blue curtains in the reading comprehension. Before Serene added, he didn't know that the four spires could be given these meanings.

"Each of the four spires has its symbolic meaning, and also has its own unique craftsmanship and requirements. This is not only a building, but also the material embodiment of our faith and strength. As for the specific distribution of work... the cult will not assign it. This is an open task and it is up to you to discuss it... After the discussion, submit an application to the cult, is that ok? But my suggestion is that no matter what you contract, prepare the materials first and don't delay the construction period." Dacus looked at several admirals with a serious expression. At the end, he looked at the captains.

In the atmosphere of solemnity and expectation, the three admirals present all bowed their heads and responded. Except for Dulias, Locksia and Hadris, who were facing the sea, had completely understood why Dacus would hold such a meeting at this time, because they saw the spire appearing on the sea level.

Then, with the cooperation of Daxus and Serene, other locations in the temple area also emerged, but similarly, the construction of these buildings and facilities was not implemented, and there were only introductions and significance.

This meeting had many intentions, one of which was to start well but end badly.

He also made the cake and made promises for the future.

Later, he would write the contents of this meeting related to the Temple District on the notice board at the dock, and the bureaucrats would explain it in detail and convey the instructions. This would let the admirals and captains who were returning know what happened and what they could do. They would not find that the cakes had been eaten up by the previous people after they returned. This would be wrong and would cause trouble.

There was no way. The black box for making water-marked stones was still working overtime. The materials for building the temple area must be passed through the black box before they can be laid. And more importantly, it was not yet time. There were only three admirals present, and many admirals and captains were on their way back to inject the final funds before Asheril's investment was settled.

After all the admirals arrived and the Grand Temple in the Temple District was built, the real meeting about the navy would be held in the Grand Temple under the witness of Maslan. After the meeting, everyone returned to Naggaroth in a happy atmosphere to witness Malekith's great work.

To put it bluntly, Malekith in the north is responsible for the purge of the army, and before that, Dacus in the south has to integrate the navy.

A long time ago, he and Malekith had agreed that he would serve as the Grand Admiral of the Druch Navy.

Moreover, the time between these two meetings is an opportunity for admirals and captains to compete, which is what the elves are best at, the so-called court politics. In addition to competing for projects, exchanging interests, and forming family alliances, you can also make some money.

Materials, especially stones, need to be prepared first. The stones must be prepared before the black box is built. They cannot be prepared now. After the black box is built, construction will start immediately. If you rush over at the last minute, it will definitely be too late to prepare. What should I do? I can only remember this time and grit my teeth.

He thought this was good. The labor dispatch in Aishriel was part of the machine and could not be disassembled at will. In Aishriel, the improved Mita corvée system was logical and planned. With the current efficiency, it would take a lot of effort to coordinate. He would not delay Aishriel's production work by building the temple area.

This period of time can give the Matheran believers something to do, so that they will not be idle in Chapeiuto. In addition, it can also allow the intelligence departments of Wettier and Ryan to practice and conduct personnel investigations. This period of time is the best time to exercise. He can also eat melons during this time and get to know these admirals. In this process involving various things, it is the best time and way to understand a person.

"In addition to engineering, the cult also needs some outstanding believers." After he finished speaking, he looked back and saw the Pioneer of Despair with its spire exposed. He knew that Dastan was back.

It looks a bit ugly to see how they eat. After they get the money, they get the person. But it's not ugly at all. On the contrary, it's also cake.

If he said hello to Dastan and asked the high-level spellcaster of the Cold Eyes family to come to the cult to serve as the high-level priest of the Storm Weaver, not only Dastan would be willing, but also the sorceress who had fought alongside him more than once. (End of this chapter)