Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Dacus rode on the big guy's back, chewing raisins and walking slowly and unsteadily at the front of the army. The big guy's strong and powerful hind legs stepped on the hard ground, raising a cloud of dust with every step, filling the air with a depressing and murderous atmosphere. Behind him was the elite army that he had carefully built and led personally.

The neat queues continued endlessly. The Duruchi warriors were dressed in black armor and lined up neatly. They were solemn and steady, dense and majestic. The flags of various colors fluttered in the wind. The gorgeous flags were painted with powerful and ancient emblems, symbolizing the glory and history of their respective families. The flags fluttered in the wind, proclaiming their unshakable power and presenting a strong sense of oppression.

In front of them, the flag held high by the lizardmen was particularly eye-catching, symbolizing the supreme glory of Umaq. The pattern blessed by the Slann gave the lizardmen warriors infinite power. Their armor and skin shone in the sun, as if integrated with the surrounding earth, full of wildness and ancient power.

On both wings, the Asrai and Ainel who followed were not to be outdone. They held high the flags of their respective families, each flag representing a long bloodline and glorious history. The family emblem, symbolizing the nobility and responsibility passed down from generation to generation, shone brightly under the sunlight.

On this vast plain, the army seemed to be connected with the heaven and earth. The waving of flags, the collision of armor, and the whistling of wind intertwined into a picture full of solemnity and majesty. Whether it was the coldness of Druki, the wildness of the lizardmen, or the elegance of Asrai and Ainir, every warrior showed his own uniqueness in this army, forming a powerful and diverse army under Daxus.

Without the red dragon in the army, they stayed in Potosí. While coveting the wealth that did not belong to them, they occasionally COSed as dragons and performed dragon legends, adding a different color to the great machine that kept running.

Daxus's eyes were sharp as knives, and he stared at the distance, at the Twilight Fortress in the distance, at the Asur army nearby, and in his ears seemed to echo "Battle of Kerak Alt 4". But he was not riding a horse, nor did he have to wear a silver patterned mask because of leprosy.

On the other side was the formation of the Asur army, with light-colored battle flags fluttering in the wind, and every soldier standing straight, solemn and determined. Their armor and weapons reflected the sunlight in the distance, like an insurmountable barrier.

The most eye-catching is one of the most elite troops in Twilight Fortress: the "Trident Bearers". This legion is composed of 120 Asur nobles, all of whom are veterans of battles and have experienced many battles. They symbolize the glory and power of Asur and the dedication and worship of Maselan. They wear sleeveless Ithramar silver armor that symbolizes their noble status. The armor shines with a cold light, which complements their firm gaze and fearless posture.

These trident bearers are famous for the weapons in their hands. Their tridents are up to 1.5 meters long, and the exquisite silver halberd heads reflect the dazzling brilliance in the sun. These tridents are not only weapons, but also a ritualized symbol, indicating that they are the most deterrent existence in the Marine Corps.

The entire army's formation was compact and orderly. The cavalry and infantry in the distance were on standby, and the tacit understanding between them flowed silently, like a huge war machine.

On this relatively desolate plain, the two armies kept a distance from each other, standing in opposite directions. The air was filled with a tense atmosphere, and they were quietly waiting for the meeting to begin.

Dakwus and Maranur rode side by side on the Cold Ones to the center of the battlefield, and Flanneth followed closely behind, holding high the banner of the Hellbane family. Opposite them was Admiral Siglin Seashine, and with her came Finarfin Stardragon.

When Daxus reached the center of the field, he slowly raised his hand, symbolizing stop and start.

After seeing this gesture, Admiral Siglin Haiguang also raised his hand in response, indicating that he accepted Daquus' signal, and the tense atmosphere eased slightly.

"Davus Hellblight." Davus was the first to break the silence, his voice low and powerful.

"Malanur Hellbane."

"Sieglin Sealight, Admiral of Ulthuan." Sieglin then responded calmly. Although her voice was not loud, it was full of majesty.

"Finarfin Stardragon."

While introducing them, Daxus was also looking at the two Asurs not far away.

Finarfin's image is particularly eye-catching, with waist-length auburn hair decorated with many jeweled hairpins. In his hand, he holds a trident that gleams coldly in the sun, as if ready to fight at any time. He wears a dragon sword on his waist, which is not only a weapon, but also a symbol of family heritage and noble bloodline.

His whole body was covered with exquisite Ithramar silver armor, showing his nobility and strength. He rode on an elven warhorse equipped with Ithramar silver horse armor, which shone silver and exuded majesty and power. A shield was hung firmly on the horse's back, ready for defense at any time.

Siglin was no less impressive. She wore the silver armor of Iselamar, which showed her noble status and powerful strength as an admiral. Her eyes were calm and firm, and the lines of the armor outlined her figure, which had the elegance of an elf and the courage and determination of a soldier. She stood side by side with Finarfin, forming an unshakable line of defense, as if any threat would vanish in front of them.

Compared to the fully armed Asur, the two brothers of the Hell's Disaster family were more low-key and simple. Daxus did not choose to wear the dragon armor that symbolized his status. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he only wore his eternal robe. Although it seemed simple, the majesty he exuded still made people dare not underestimate him. His brother Maranul also chose the robe, showing their tacit understanding and trust.

Flanais was also low-key. He wore no armor, nor did he carry a halberd. He just hung the walking barrier on the back of the lizard, as if he only needed the flag and faith in his hand. Although he had no armor, his presence made Finarfin feel a pressure that could not be ignored.

"Where's Belloda?"

After the introduction, Sieglin couldn't wait to ask, and then she quickly looked past Dacus and swept towards the army formation further away. Soon, she saw an incredible scene.

In the army, there were not only Duruchi, but also some other beings, the expected lizardmen. But what surprised her were the elves wearing strange clothes, as if they had just walked out of the forest, with a natural breath. And the flags and emblems held high by these elves made her feel a little familiar. She recalled the book of ancient emblems in the family library, which mentioned these symbols, belonging to some long-lost elf families.

"I'm on a grand tour, inspecting my territory." It was Bellodda who set up this meeting, but Daxus simply answered a question that was irrelevant.

"Your territory?" Finarfin couldn't help asking.

"Yes, my territory? Any problem?" Dacus spread his hands and said expressionlessly. After a brief pause, he continued, "Let me introduce you. The land under your feet is the Anureil Province, the Anureil Province of the Asirel Region."

Siglin was surprised by this sudden claim of sovereignty, the Anureil Peninsula should have belonged to Asur, and now, Dacuus claimed it as his territory in such a natural tone, as if the land had never belonged to anyone else.

"Anureil Province? How dare you? This land belongs to Asur. You! How dare a Duruchi call this sacred land yours? It does not belong to darkness, and it will never belong to you fallen ones." Unlike Siglin, Finarfin's body shook uncontrollably after hearing Dacreus' words. He was angered by Dacreus' words.

"Asur's? Did I agree? Did the Lizardmen agree? Have you consulted the Slann? Why didn't the Slann mention this? Can you give me a reasonable explanation? Do you think this is Ulthuan?" Daxus launched a powerful counterattack.

Finarfin Star-dragon is from the Kingdom of Yvresse and now calls the Anureil Peninsula his home. In Belloda's impression, he is an independent-minded elf who has no scruples about going against traditional wisdom, but...

Dacus knew why Finarfin was so angry and why he said that.

The name Anureil comes from Anureil Searon, an Asur explorer who drew the first map of the peninsula. When Asur colonization began, it was called the "Anureil Peninsula" in his honor.

Out of continuity? Respect? Too lazy to name it or something, he did not change the name of Anureil Peninsula to something else, but simply changed it to Anureil Province.

After he asked a barrage of questions, Finarfin's body shook even more violently.

"Where is Beloda?" Siglin stopped Finarfin who was about to fight back and continued to ask the same question.

After shaking his head speechlessly, Daxus looked at Franais on the side, indicating that it was time for Franais to come on stage.

"She's in Chapeiuto. She's fine, better than you can imagine. She's busy with something very important and isn't in the parade. Let me introduce myself. I'm her fiancé, Franais Takia."

"This is impossible!" Finarfin was so excited that he almost lost his composure. He raised the trident tightly in his hand suddenly. The sharp fork blade flashed coldly in the sunlight, as if ready to stab Dacreus at any time.

"Why are you so excited? Are you secretly in love with Belloda?" Maranul, who had been half-lying on the saddle since the meeting, spoke casually, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his tone was filled with a hint of disdain and sarcastic ridicule.

"You!" Maranul's sarcasm was like a needle piercing Finarfin's heart. His face froze instantly, his expression was a little unnatural, even a little flustered, but more of annoyance. This was indeed the case. For political and personal reasons, he had pursued Belloda, but was unsuccessful. Belloda rejected him.

"Lies!" Siglin glanced at the agitated Finarfin. In her opinion, Finarfin was not like this on weekdays. He was elegant and could remain calm and face difficulties even when faced with difficult problems. She knew why Finarfin was so excited, and the contrast between before and after was too strong. In order to prevent Finarfin from losing control further, she attracted Drucci's attention to herself.

"Nothing is impossible, respected Lady Siglin, just like this impossible meeting really happened. Asur and Druch are communicating, with Ainir and Asrai watching." Daquus pointed behind him and then dropped another bombshell, "In addition, as far as I know, you have a very good personal relationship with Finnubar. After so much time, Finnubar didn't contact you? Asuryan, what is he doing? Where is Issarion? The Iris family didn't contact you either?"

Siglin's lips trembled slightly, and she tried to say something, but she was speechless for a moment, and she found that she could not utter a complete sentence. Her brain quickly searched for these names and clues, but no matter what, she could not match Drucci's words with the reality she knew. Drucci's words distorted her common sense, as if weaving a conspiracy that she could not understand at all.

"You must have used some dirty and despicable means to make her surrender!" Just as Siglin was organizing her words, Finarfin spoke.

"Asuyan." Daxu rubbed his face speechlessly.

"Have you been underwater for too long? So much so that your hearing is impaired? Or have you been underwater for too long and your brain has been damaged?" Maranul sat up again and pointed at Finarfin and scolded.

"You! I want to be with you..."

"Can you elaborate on this?" Sieglin reacted and grabbed Finarfin, who had lost control and was about to duel with Druch.

"Of course, just like this time, when I was in Elsin Alvin, I hoped that Belloda could build a bridge for me to communicate with Finnubar, which is why I visited Twilight Fortress again and again." Daxus smiled as he spoke, seeming to be very satisfied with what he had promoted. "It turns out that I succeeded. You actually sent her back to Ulthuan, but there were some...deviations in the subsequent events?
Yes, a deviation! But it turned out well. I met Finubar in Athel Loren and had a friendly conversation with him, then we parted ways, he continued his journey to Elsin Arwen, and now he is supposed to be a guest in the Dwarf Fortress? Trying to exchange for the Phoenix Crown? And I am back."

"It's... unimaginable..." Siglin frowned slightly after hearing what Daxus said, with a look of disbelief. "Yes, now that I think about it, it's really unimaginable that Duruchi, Asur, Aslai, and Enil sat at a table and had a conversation in front of the lizardmen and forest spirits." Daxus smiled and added, with a little sigh in his tone.

"No wonder." Siglin narrowed her eyes and pondered Daxus's words. Then, a hint of understanding appeared in her tone, "Your words explain why Seraphim suddenly went to Elsing Alvin."

Dacus smiled and gave a thumbs-up to show his approval. He liked to communicate with smart people, which was less laborious.

"But I still can't believe it...it's too unbelievable." Siglin still hesitated.

"That's normal. After all, times are changing." Daxus shrugged his shoulders, his tone relaxed, but his eyes revealed deep insight. "Someone has to step up and promote these changes. This is also the reason for this meeting."

"There is a question that bothers me. Why would the Lizardmen agree to let you live... on the plains above?"

"Dear Admiral, you asked the right person this question. The reason is that I have a very good relationship with the Lizardmen. In other words, this continent belongs to me, and I have the highest claim to this land."

"This is impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible, Prince Finarfin. You are different from other Asur. You know other species, especially the Lizardmen. The garrisons of the Duruchi and the Lizardmen are up there, and Chapeyuto is there. How do you explain why the Duruchi live on this plain? Isn't there a "Record of Belsarius's Exploration" in your family's library?"

"I……"

"What is the purpose of this meeting?"

"Finally, let's get down to business. Invitation." Dacus' voice was filled with a calm smile. As he spoke, he took out two amulets from his pocket. The amulets were decorated in the style of lizardmen, and the meticulous carvings revealed an ancient and mysterious atmosphere. The amulets reflected light in the sun, as if some primitive power was surging in them.

"In two years, the Matheran Grand Temple in Chapeyuto will be completed, and there will be a grand ceremony at that time. As the believers of the Lord of the Abyss, I hope you two can come in person to participate, and these two amulets are the medium. Don't worry, take them back and study them. These two amulets are one-way activation."

Siglin looked at Finarfin, who had calmed down a little, and there was an indescribable sense of weirdness in his eyes. Druki's words were too weird. She could understand every word, but when all the words were put together, it was so inexplicable and unimaginable.

"As the champion of Matheran, I formally extend the invitation," Daquus added, spreading out his hand holding the amulet, his tone firm, as if he was declaring an irrefutable fact.

"This is impossible!" Finarfin, who had calmed down, roared again.

Daxus raised his eyebrows, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

"Don't you have anything else to say? How many times have you said this is impossible since the meeting? Didn't your rhetoric mentor teach you other rhetorical methods?" Malanul asked back with a smile, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

Compared to Maranul's sarcasm towards Finarfin, Dacuus's response was more direct, even a little cold. Just as Maranul finished speaking and Finarfin had no time to refute, a chill filled the air. The Sea Trident, which was originally in the Druki formation, suddenly flew into his hands as if controlled by an invisible hand.

Dacus held the trident in his hand, and the air around him became icy cold as he moved, and even the wind stopped flowing. The cold edge of the trident blended perfectly with his temperament, exuding an awe-inspiring majesty, and a strong aura swept the entire scene.

"Matheran, this is impossible!"

Finarfin felt an irresistible sense of oppression at this moment. The trident he held, which symbolized his reverence for Matheran, became extremely heavy. The trident in Dacreus's hand formed a sharp contrast with the trident in his hand. As a believer of Matheran, he could feel that the trident pointing directly at him exuded an irresistible sacred power. It was a symbol of destiny, the master of the ocean, the power of the abyss, and even more a symbol of God's will.

His eyes became complicated, his hands trembled slightly, and the words he had intended to counterattack were now suppressed in his throat, and even breathing became difficult. The confrontation between the two was no longer just a contest of weapons, but a direct confrontation of identity, power, and even fate. Under the powerful might of Dacus, he realized that this was no longer a situation he could easily reverse, and even his inner pride and beliefs were shaken.

"As the champion of Matheran, this invitation is not a formality, but a will from God." Daxus spoke in a steady tone, with an unquestionable firmness. The amulet in his hand floated up and floated towards Siglin and Finarfin. "You must activate the amulet before the ceremony begins. The amulet will teleport you to the temple area, so you may need to prepare in advance. As for the specific time, I believe you know it in your mind.

So... Prince Finarfin, stop looking for the Sunfire Amulet for the time being. You won't find it because you're going in the wrong direction. It's not locked in the Dawn Fortress as you think. Of course, it's not in the hands of Druki either, but in... Never mind, let's talk about this after you come to Chapeyuto. Maybe the goddess Lilith is there too? After all, I have a good relationship with her, and maybe she will tell you the answer herself."

Siglin tried her best to maintain a calm expression, but when she heard the word "King's Amulet", her body tensed up involuntarily. She looked at Finarfin who was standing beside her. She could feel that Finarfin had been hit even harder, his eyes were wandering, and his spirit was almost broken. The contrast of the trident was not only a physical blow to Finarfin, but also a spiritual blow to him, and now the King's Amulet was added.

She didn't understand the phrase "killing people and destroying their hearts", otherwise she would have expressed some emotion.

Her eyes were full of worry and sympathy. She knew that Finarfin had been looking for the Sunfire Amulet, and not only Finarfin, but also she was involved. At the beginning, the garrison of Twilight Fortress was mainly composed of warriors from the Kingdom of Iris, Moville's hometown. Over time, soldiers from Cosqui, Itain and other kingdoms enriched the garrison.

However, Yvresse has always maintained that they have a historical claim to Twilight Keep, which has caused tensions with colonists from other kingdoms. In particular, after the Kingdom of Terenloc claimed sovereignty over the peninsula, citing an ancient charter signed by Barshana, Terenloc's nobles were instrumental in forcing Bellodar back to Ulthuan for questioning.

Coming from the Kingdom of Yvresse, she not only has to guard Twilight Fortress and command the navy, but is also responsible for coordinating the work of various factions. However, the long-standing rumors about the true fate of the Sunflame Amulet have further intensified her coordination work.

After countless dives to search for the wreck, the Sunfire Amulet has become Finarfin's obsession. Finarfin has told her more than once that the lost amulet is actually a replica of the original amulet, and the real Sunfire Amulet is locked in the Fortress of Dawn.

In addition to Finarfin's judgment, the search for answers has aroused distrust between factions. Due to their closeness and connection with Morville, Twilight Fortress and Dawn Fortress have become popular targets of conspiracy theorists, but she also knows that the Sunfire Amulet is indeed not in Twilight Fortress. Sometimes, she wants to figure out why her counterparts in the South are so cautious. Maybe... the answer will be revealed soon?

But Dacus did not give her more time to think. The amulet was within her reach and she could grab it, as if urging her to make a decision. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

"The fate of the two of you may be more complicated than you think. Accepting this invitation may not only be for the glory of Matheran, but also for your own future." Daquus' voice was still calm, but every word was like a cold alarm bell striking the hearts of the two Matheran believers.

"Of course, you can also do something else. When the time comes, all the black arks will gather in Chapeiuto. You can prepare now and gather all the fleets of Ulthuan. Can we have a fight? I have no objection. But I don't think this is what Matheran wants to see. The Holy Soul Reef will cry." Then he dropped another bombshell. He took out the amulet from his chest and raised it up.

Siglin's eyes narrowed slightly, and for a moment, she seemed to see the huge conspiracy that Daxus was weaving. Memories came to her mind, and she couldn't help but think of the Day of Blood. She participated in that battle, and she woke up from nightmares more than once. She could still clearly recall the blood-soaked sea, the broken warships, and the final struggles of the warriors.

Today, Dacus's words seem to be reproducing some variation of that history.

"I know what you are worried about, Ms. Siglin. Actually... there is no need to go through so much trouble. I will tell you a secret that is not really a secret. Twilight Fortress is built on a spiritual vein node, and it is the southernmost spiritual vein node on the continent of Lustria. It is very important.

There is a double helix building in the center of the fortress cave port. Ordinary soldiers may think that it is just a spiral staircase leading to the ground fortress. But as the manager of Twilight Fortress, you should know clearly what it is for. Before you built Twilight Fortress, the Lizardmen used the double helix device to change the weather to prevent the dimensional stone dust typhoon from causing serious damage. After you came, the Lizardmen were satisfied with you maintaining the device.

If... I want to do something to Twilight Fortress, I won't even launch an attack, I can just remotely control and blow up the device, can you imagine what will happen? Twilight Fortress, you, and the ship will be destroyed, so there is no need to go through such a big circle.

Also, you can fight, but don't fight in the waters of Lustria, and don't fight in Chapeiuto. Let me tell you a secret that's not a secret. Chapeiuto not only has the Duruchi Fleet, but also the Storm Weaver Cult led by "Daughter of the Sea" Serene. She is the daughter of Maslan and a demigod. In addition... there is also an active second-generation Slann Mage Priest. Don't let the Holy Soul Reef cry."

"Are you threatening?"

"No, on the contrary... I am sincere. The choice is in your hands. I, Dacus Hellbane, swear to Matheran that I will guarantee your safety in Chapeyuto. During this grand event, you will be protected by me, and I, the daughter of the sea, Serene, will personally welcome you. This is not only a loyalty to faith, but also a commitment to your life. No one will hurt you, Matheran and I will ensure this. You can pray to Matheran, and I believe Matheran will respond to you."

Siglin's face remained calm, but her heart was trembling. The power in Daquus's words seemed to come not only from his own majesty, but also from a deep sense of protection, as if there was an invisible blessing from Matheran behind him, which shocked her heart.

She couldn't help but turn slightly and glance at Finarfin who was standing beside her again, but Finarfin could not give her any advice. Finarfin was still trying to digest these sudden facts and changes, with a look of unwillingness and confusion on his face.

She sighed silently, then reached out and gently grasped the amulet floating beside her.

"Well, the purpose of the meeting has been achieved. I'm sorry, Ms. Siglin, I can't give you a hug from a friend. As far as I know, Twilight Fortress is a place where many forces are intertwined, and our meeting has been a bit long. This is not good enough. Why don't we stop here? If you have anything to say, let's talk in Chapeyuto?" Daxus raised his hand again while speaking.

The meeting participants turned their horses around, and the Dacius brothers slowly left. Flanais, who held the banner of the Hell's Disaster family high, said nothing, raised the banner high, and followed the two brothers out of the meeting area. At the same time, Siglin also gently kicked the horse's belly, and Finarfin followed her silently.

"Do you think they will come?" Dacus suddenly asked when he was about to return to the army.

"Perhaps Finarfin won't? But Sigrin certainly will! But after you mentioned the Sunfire Amulet, I'm sure they will both come." Malanur shrugged.

"What about you?" Daxus looked at Frannes beside him again.

"They will all come, and they will come very early. They will be more eager to complete the Great Temple of Matheran than we are. These two years will be the longest and most torturous two years for them, and they will often stand in front of the Slann device to think."

"Hahaha... Humor!" Dacus was amused by Flanais' words. (End of this chapter)