Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Let's go back 5 minutes...

The Nightmare cut through the mirror-smooth sea like a sharp blade, and the shimmering waves chased her reflection, as if silently supporting the fast-moving ship. Delasir stood by the rudder, staring at the sea castle made up of black arks in the distance with a complicated gaze, and the huge shadow gradually unfolded towards her.

A year ago, she received a mission, a points mission from the Storm Weaver Cult, but she didn't want to take it. She was distressed. The opportunity was right in front of her, but she couldn't catch it. She didn't want to leave Chapeyuto to complete the mission. But she had no choice. She was attached to the Hell's Disaster Family and was destined to be different from the popular Drex.

She set out from Chapeiuto to Elsing Alvin to welcome a guest, but to her surprise, there was more than one guest, and she was followed by a group of uninvited guests that she deeply hated.

More than once she had the idea of ​​finding an opportunity to sink it, but she eventually controlled her thoughts and used her authority to suppress the restless crew members.

In the old days, it was the right thing for her to take action, full of honor and seniority. She could even take this opportunity to get the reward from the Witch King and touch the rights that were once out of reach. But she could clearly feel that the times had changed. Since the appearance of Dacus, everything had become different from before. Now, she could not afford the cost of taking action. Once she took action, she would lose her honor and seniority, let alone her foothold in the Duruchi society. She would die directly, and... the opponent was also very powerful, and the guests on the ship would not allow her to do so.

She has always longed for challenges and status, longed to stand at the top of the storm and overlook everything, longed to step onto a broader stage. Now, she is about to complete this task, but she knows that this is not enough, but she has no choice. Now she can only pin her hopes on Durias and hope that Durias will fulfill his promise. Only in this way, and only in this way...

The Nightmare sailed through the wind and waves, leaving the Black Ark's range and gradually approaching the lighthouse that stood abruptly between the sea and the sky. Delasir stared at the newly built giant tower with heavy eyes, and mixed emotions rose in his heart.

When she left Chapeuto a year ago, there was only a vast sea here, and even the island carrying the lighthouse had not appeared. However, now the lighthouse seems to rise from the bottom of the sea, standing tall, as if an irresistible force was secretly urging its birth.

The lighthouse is made entirely of obsidian and silver metal. The tower rises into the sky. Intricate runes are carved on the obsidian surface, reflecting the strong light of the day, flickering in the sun like a cold flame.

A wide observation platform was set up at the top of the giant tower. The spiral patterns along the tower body were like a silver moray eel, climbing upward until the silver flame-like light at the top kept flickering.

The flames that never go out day and night shine through the huge glass mirror on the top of the tower, gathering into a condensed beam of light that pierces the clouds and reflects into the distance, just like the gaze of Matheran, and symbolizes that the power of the Storm Weaver Order is deeply rooted in this sea area. There are multiple floating bridges and stone steps under the tower. From a distance, it looks like a stacked maze for guards, pilots and priests to stay.

"A building like this...it is the embodiment of faith." Delasir murmured in a low voice, with an unconcealable admiration and excitement in his eyes.

Just as she was sighing, a sudden and heavy horn sounded from the lighthouse, low and long, as if it penetrated the sea and reached her heart. The next moment, the surrounding black arks also responded one by one, and the horn sounds rose and fell, echoing over the port, decorating everything solemnly and grandly.

She knew that this was for the distinguished guests on her ship, extending the warmest welcome to the passengers she brought with her, even with an unimaginable respect. She looked at the figure standing at the bow, with desire and unwillingness intertwined in her heart. She thought of the last passengers, and thought of the Witch King and the Witch King's Hand riding on her ship. She kept thinking, she imagined that one day, she would not only be the captain of the Nightmare, but also gain a foothold in the core power circle of Duruchi and control her own destiny.

As the sound of the horn gradually subsided and as the ship gradually approached the shore, Delasir saw more scenes, and deeper ambitions burned in her eyes.

The distinguished guest on the Nightmare was not as sentimental as Delasir. After passing the Black Ark and the lighthouse, she looked at the temple area that was already within reach, and sometimes at the Great Pyramid in the distance. In the sunlight, the outline of Chapeyuto gradually became clear, with towering buildings rising one after another. Soon, her sight locked on familiar figures among the people coming and going on the dock.

At that moment, a smile from the heart appeared on her face. Without the slightest hesitation, she waved to the people on the dock. Then she gently spread her arms, as if embracing the land waiting for her. The air around her vibrated slightly, and with it, the wind of Aegir quietly rolled up beside her.

At first it was just a gentle airflow, like an invisible whirlwind, and then the Wind of Aegir gradually grew into a wild airflow, enveloping the entire Nightmare.

The sailors on the ship were still manipulating the sails and anchors, but they found that the ropes in their hands suddenly loosened, and the Nightmare was no longer under their control. The ship trembled slightly, and the Aegir wind dragged the ship like an invisible hand, causing the ship to slowly turn, breaking away from the usual trajectory and approaching the dock.

The Direbe began to glide on the water. There was almost no resistance between the hull and the sea water. It seemed to be out of the control of the ocean and moved towards the dock in an almost drifting manner. The white waves brought up by the stern surged in all directions, forming an elegant arc.

The Nightmare was followed by a tail ship, which had been inseparable since it set out from Elsing Arwen, like her shadow reflected on the sea. The two ships, one black and one white, one in front and one behind, sailed on the vast sea, forming a strange contrast.

When the Night Dire began to glide towards the dock, the white ship was not to be outdone. As if inspired, the white sails on the masts suddenly filled up, and the hull accelerated suddenly. It also sailed towards the shore in an unnatural way, and the waves raised a long white tail behind it, pointing directly at the Night Dire like a sharp arrow.

A moment later, guided by the Aegir Wind, the Nightmare docked silently at the dock, with almost no turbulence. The distinguished guests on the ship smiled with satisfaction, as if everything was under control.

Dacus was amused when he saw this scene. He also recognized the white ship. He was very familiar with this ship, which originally belonged to Twilight Fortress. He had sailed on this white ship before, and then he stayed in Lauren Loren. But he didn't expect to go around in circles and come back again. Then he straightened his robe and walked towards the black ship, with his arms open as he walked.

"Ah! My dear Kaia."

The guest was none other than Kaia Van Maris, Lord of the Storm Zone of Lauren Lauren, known as the "Storm Witch" by the humans of West.

At this time, Kaia had already left the ship, her feet slightly off the ground, and she floated down from the Nightmare without any delay. Her long green dress fluttered lightly in the sea breeze, as if it had merged with the air, and floated towards Daquus silently.

The Druchi sailors on the Nightmare, who had already stopped their work, stopped and watched the scene with a little awe.

The moment her feet touched the ground, she stepped forward without hesitation and responded tightly to Dacus's embrace. She wrapped her arms around Dacus' shoulders, raised her head slightly, and her eyes were filled with the joy of reunion after a long separation.

"What was it like on your first long voyage?" Daquus asked with a smile after they separated.

"The storm at sea is more severe than expected, but..." Kaia smiled slightly, hiding the playful look in his smile, and responded. After a pause, a bit of pride appeared in his eyes, "I'm used to it, and I'm even looking forward to the next time I go out to sea."

"My dear Kaia, you are the chosen one of Matheran! You can control the wind and waves because you were born to belong to the sea!" Daquus nodded in praise, with a genuine joy between his brows.

"Of course! I am a high priest of the Storm Weaver Order." Kaia was infected by the joy overflowing from Daquus and said excitedly.

When Kaeya said this, Maranul led the applause and cheered. As an insider, he knew Kaeya's value. This was his brother's first canonized high-ranking priest. What kind of qualifications was this? But at the same time, he also felt that it was quite... The first high-ranking priest of the Storm Weaver Cult was neither Duruchi nor Asur, but an Ainir who had never sailed on the sea before.

The Duruchi who had followed Daxus to Elsing Alvin also smiled and cheered. Led by them, Duruchi, who had no idea what was going on, also cheered.

The Ainel who knew Kaeya cheered and waved to him, or looked at each other, their eyes full of pride and satisfaction. They knew that this relative who had never experienced any adventure at sea had a glorious identity. This honor was not only personal, but also an affirmation of Ainel's independent existence and strength outside of Duruchi and Asur.

Amid the cheers, Kaia looked around, she felt a long-lost sense of belonging, her eyes revealed a natural closeness. She raised her head and greeted the familiar or unfamiliar figures. Then, she walked towards Belloda, who was smiling with her arms open.

"Let me introduce you to Kaia Van Maris, Ainir, the Lord of the Laurenlorn Storm Zone, the Chosen One of the Lord of the Abyss, and the High Priest of the Stormweaver Cult." Daxus smiled and introduced the elves around him, but he did not mention that Kaia was possessed by Maselan. This was not good, as it would easily scare the Maselan believers around him and bring up memories that should have been deliberately forgotten.

After hearing the name Van Maris, Finarfin's expression changed. He knew from his family that Van Maris was an ancient family of the Kingdom of Cosqui and had fiefs before the Great Sundering. After the Sundering, the Van Maris family, who had lost their territory, moved to Elsing Arwen. After the War of Revenge, the Van Maris family disappeared. What he didn't expect was that the Van Maris family actually reappeared, and appeared in this way.

Then, he showed an expression of doubt about life. At this moment, he felt unfair. If he heard correctly, this Kaia from the Van Maris family had never been out of the sea. Why was he the chosen one of the Lord of the Abyss? And he...

Siglin's expression changed when Kaeya said that she was a high priest. She looked at Belloda who was hugging Kaeya with a complicated expression. At this moment, she understood that Belloda knew much more than she did, but she didn't tell her something. She also knew why the attitude of the elves in strange costumes around her changed after she said that sentence just now. She did say something wrong.

At this moment, her heart was shaking, her faith was shaken, she could not accept the fact that when there was no Asur becoming a Matheran elect, a Duruchi was the Matheran champion and an Ainel was a Matheran elect. Did Matheran give up on Asur?

Just as she was about to look at Finarfin, she heard Darkius introduce her name, so she turned around and gave Kaia a stiff smile.

"Finarfin Star-dragon, Asur, Captain of the Trident Bearers."

After greeting Siglin and Finarfin, Kaeya looked at Dacius and pointed at himself.

"No, at least it's like this now. In the future..." Dacus, who knew what Kaia was saying, explained with a smile, and then continued to introduce, "Hoha Hellbane, my uncle, a follower of Maserlan."

Hoha's reaction was not much better than Siglin and Finarfin. At this moment, he was a little doubtful about his life, so much so that he didn't react until Maranul touched him lightly.

"Kerillian."

"Vetir."

"Kalauna."

"Asselin."

"These four formerly lived in Athel Loren, Asrai."

Daxus kept introducing, and just as he was about to do so, five more Ainel walked down from the boat.

"Welcome, my friend, welcome to the continent of Lustria!" Before Kaeya could introduce, Ryan, who was originally standing in the crowd, couldn't wait to walk out and hugged Anil whose feet had just touched the ground.

"Adrel van Maris, my cousin. He wants to... change his lifestyle." When Kaia introduced him, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Dacus with an expression that said you know what I mean.

Darkus smiled and responded to Kaia with the same expression.

Although Kaeya didn't give too much introduction, he knew some things. For example, after the Sundering, the Van Maris family that moved to Elsing Arwen was divided into two branches. One branch lived in Sith Rionasca, which is now Marienburg. Kaeya was from this branch, and the family had excellent magical heritage and background. Another branch lived in Esor Tallarion. Adrel was from this branch. As a relative of the woodland, he used to make a living in Middenheim.

This information was obtained from Kaia when he was in Lauren Lauren, and he also got some information from Ren and Genevieve. When he was making trouble in the Chaos Realm, Ren and Genevieve went to Middenheim to do intelligence work, during which time they met Adrel, who served as a staff member for the ruler of Middenheim. Adrel was responsible for managing horses, hunting dogs and eagles, accompanying human dignitaries in hunting activities, and also coaching court members in archery. Compared with other court officials, he didn't like to participate in court activities, so he didn't have much influence. But he was respected by humans, one because of his identity and the other because of his strength. More specifically, in CK3 terms, he is the chief hunting steward + horse officer.

In addition, he has another identity, the Einel spy, responsible for monitoring the movements of humans. This is also the reason why he doesn't like to participate in court activities, because he doesn't need to.

The so-called change of lifestyle, coupled with Kaia's expression, means that he gave up being a damn hunting chief and came to hang out with Darkius... To put it more bluntly, the Van Maris family, which is not very prosperous, also placed a bet.

"Oh~ Ryan! Has the wind ever brought my distant greetings?! Between the pine forest and the lake, are the echoes of my singing still reverberating?"

Just like one person finished singing and the other came on stage, Tolandil, who was originally in the crowd, walked out, a smile on his face, and his voice was as high as the long tune at the beginning of a poem. While singing, he spread his arms and walked towards an Aenil.

"Travelers are never alone, because poetry and wind are their companions. I have traveled all over the mountains and rivers, listening to every sound of the wind, as if your singing has never gone away, but is always lingering around." Ryan's eyes lit up, and his response was like waves hitting the shore, long and lasting.

"Then let us sing together, like stars meeting again before dawn. Let us call back the lost time and let it shine again." Tolandil approached slowly with his arms outstretched, chanting.

"Let the song continue like rain, and we will no longer be melancholy about the other side. No matter when, poetry and friendship will never end and will no longer be vague." Ryan smiled, and put his hand gently on Tolandil's shoulder while humming.

The two smiled at each other, then hugged each other tightly. Their actions caused low laughter and gentle applause.

"Ryan Lafarel, of the Woodland Clan." Kaia introduced and once again looked at Daquus with an expression that said you know what I mean.

Daxus understood, as did Adrel; he had heard Ryan mention this man.

In CK3 terms, Ryan is the court poet serving the court of Middenheim, a skilled singer and instrumentalist, a skilled bard, a bard who can rival Tolandir.

With a keen eye for both joy and heartbreak, his original compositions and treatments of famous classics have attracted many admirers, and he is a witty and insightful advisor, though he is cautious and does not consider himself to have much influence. Like Adrel, he is also an Einir spy, responsible for monitoring the movements of humans.

Dacus did not think that Ryan was Kaeya's bodyguard, nor did he think that Ryan came to the Ruth Kia continent to collect folk songs. The identity of the woodland relatives meant that Ryan would not have much development in Lauren Loren, after all, Kaeya was a scorpion. Moreover, the meaning of this duet poem was obvious. As long as the rhetoric was correct, even a fool could hear that Tolandil had a deputy, and someone was responsible for the publicity of Asheril.

"Estelle Celadre." Kaia introduced again, but this time, she didn't show a you-know-what expression, she became serious and cautious.

Daxus also nodded carefully. He had also heard Ryan mention this person. He instantly knew why Estel appeared here.

Like Adrel and Ryan, Estelle was previously in Middenheim, and when Ryan first approached her, she claimed that she had been unjustly exiled from Laurent Loren. She insisted that she was a princess, but was captured as a child by some bandits who wanted to make her a slave, but was eventually rescued by a human knight. She needed to find someone to bring her back to Laurent Loren, but no one was willing to take the risk.

What is Renne Duruchi? The kind-hearted Renne immediately expressed his willingness to send Estel back to Lauren Loren, since it was on the way. As a result… After he finished expressing his willingness, Estel said: I can’t leave now. I have to complete a written history of the elves of Middenheim.

He and Genevieve realized right away that something was wrong with Estelle. And it turned out that something was wrong. At a cocktail party, Adrel revealed the truth to him.

Adrel and Ryan are Einir spies, but not official ones, but volunteers. They will notify Lauren Loren when Middenheim has any movement that will cause a reaction to Lauren Loren or when Middenheim receives information that can cause harm to Lauren Loren, such as when Middenheim receives information that an undead army has emerged from the Shadow Forest and is preparing to march towards Lauren Loren, or when orcs invade.

Estel is not the Ainir who was exiled from the Laurent Forest, but an agent of Marest... a spy with an official status.

Daxus could guess with his heels why this player was here. This was also the reason why he had always disliked Marest, but he didn't care. If he were Marest, he might have done the same, speculating, observing, and preparing to bet.

Kaia did not introduce the two Enil who were walking side by side behind because she knew that Daqius knew them.

Daxus did know him, when he first met Lindyalock at the welcome banquet held for him by the Lord of the Frostfall District.

The woman is Melehi Elwyn, the younger sister of Lindyalock. She is a half-baked spellcaster who focuses on the winds of Gul and Gillen, and a follower of Aisha. She is rational and resolute, calm and insightful, and rarely shows personal emotions. She has great prestige within the family, but is indifferent to power and devotes more energy to magic and academic research.

If Dacus was right, this girl was sent here to study? In the letter he wrote to Lindialock, he mentioned the matter of further study in magic.

The man's name is Karahir Elwin, the nephew of Lindyalock. He is young and energetic, with excellent diplomatic skills and keen strategic vision. He is responsible for mediating the family's foreign relations and consolidating alliances. He is calm, cautious, good at hiding his emotions, has a mature thinking mode, and can often find a delicate balance. He is also proficient in multiple languages. Usually, he either acts as an advisor to Lindyalock or goes to Sessenmond as an envoy of the Elwin family.

"Lindialock has a son?" Daxus turned his head and looked at Kaia and asked in a low voice.

"What?" Kaia looked a little confused when responding. After she realized what was going on, she said speechlessly, "No, he's not married yet."

Dacus nodded and said nothing. He thought Lindialok had a son. He didn't think there was anything wrong with his reaction. This kind of thing has been happening all the time in ancient and modern times, in all over the world. Before there was no son, the nephew was trained as the heir. After having a son, the nephew was kicked away in various ways. There are too many such cases. He can give a lot of examples.

If not... then Lindyalock would have spent a lot of money. The letter he wrote was to ask Lindyalock to get some people to fill the door, but the result...

"My friend, I am not drunk. On the contrary, I am sober, more sober than ever. Although our time together was short, I think we got along very well and I like you. I know what I am talking about, Hand of the Witch King, and I also know what you really need. I, Lindialok, always keep my word. I don't know what will happen in the future. Even if Queen Marest disagrees, as long as your ship comes, I will try my best to send an army to represent the Frostfall District of Lauren Loren to support you. Although the scale of this army will not be too large, I believe you will play the true meaning of this army."

Dacuus smiled, and suddenly he thought of the whispers that Lindialok had whispered in his ear. Elanor Denaris, Karahir, and Melehi, as well as the symbolic army that followed.

"Walk?"

"go!"

What is a person of temperament? This is it! Tacit understanding is just one word. Although I don’t know what to do, I will go first and talk about it later.

He did not think that the arrival of Karahir and Melehi was a stop, but rather a beginning. If possible, the gap could be opened wider and wider.

Laurent Loren has a total of four border regions, one of which is directly governed by Tal Litanel. The other three are led by Cloud Walker, Van Maris and the Alwyn family. Talos, the heir of the Cloud Walker family, has always followed him. In addition to the heir, there are also a group of relatives. Now Van Maris and the Alwyn family have also placed their bets. It's no wonder that Marist sent an agent here. No one can bear this.

"Respected Lord of the Eternal Festival."

"By order of Queen Marest."

"By Aisha's order."

"By order of the head of the Elwin family."

"Welcome, welcome to the continent of Lustria, welcome to this mysterious land." Daxus spread his arms, smiling, and his voice was filled with genuine enthusiasm, as if he wanted to integrate the Anil into the embrace of this new land. "I sincerely hope that you can find a new starting point here, and let the pride of the Anil be reborn on this land."

While Dacus was communicating with the newly arrived Einir, Siglin slightly turned sideways and her eyes met with Finarfin's. There was a secret exchange in their eyes. Finarfin caught her gaze, nodded slightly, and looked solemn.

When Siglin was about to whisper something, she suddenly looked further away. She had seen the White Ship, the eagle ship that originally belonged to her jurisdiction. It was intercepted by Druch when it was carrying Belodha to Ulthuan.

She subconsciously thought that the passenger on the white ship was also the unfamiliar Ai Niel, but... her eyes widened, and not only did her eyes widen, but her mouth also opened unconsciously. Not only that, she exaggeratedly stretched out her hand to wipe her eyes. She thought she was too nervous and had hallucinations.

Finarfin frowned when he saw Sieglin's exaggerated movements. He couldn't understand why Sieglin, who was always calm and experienced, would make such an exaggerated movement. He turned his head and looked in the direction Sieglin was looking, but... his reaction was not much better than Sieglin's, and was even more intense.

The moment the eagle boat docked on the shore, a figure jumped off the boat impatiently.

The figure was wearing a gorgeous set of shining scale armor, with blue and gold as the main tones. His long golden hair fell like a waterfall over his exquisite shoulder armor, shimmering like moonlight. The top of his helmet extended a decoration like a phoenix wing, giving him a sacred majesty.

His upright figure shows an outstanding figure, standing calmly like a mountain. His temperament is undoubtedly noble. Whether it is the blue cloak he wears or the gorgeous sword hanging at his waist, it shows his noble bloodline and powerful fighting power. The sword is exquisitely carved, and ancient runes are faintly emerging on the blade, flashing with mysterious brilliance, as if full of infinite power, waiting to cut through darkness and evil for its master.

Although his face is handsome and resolute, his eyes reveal a rare innocence and youthfulness, which makes him look more gentle than majestic, as if he has an innocent heart hidden under his cold appearance.

It’s no wonder that Sieglin and Finarfin reacted so strongly. They were too familiar with this figure, so familiar with it that, as Bellodda once said, they had held the figure in their arms when the figure was still a child.

The figure was also stunned after landing. He saw Sieglin and Finarfin in the crowd. He was a little puzzled as to why Sieglin and Finarfin appeared here at this moment.

The scene suddenly fell into a deathly silence, and all the elves focused their attention on this familiar yet unexpected figure. The Einir and Asrai who were familiar with this figure frowned slightly, staring with mixed emotions. Some of the Duruchi gradually came to their senses, and a few of them quietly put their hands on the handles of their weapons, looking alert, waiting for Daquus's order.

"How dare you come!" A mocking voice broke the silence. Kerillian, who was not afraid of trouble, raised a playful smile and her voice was full of undisguised teasing.

"What? Aren't you here to welcome me?" (End of this chapter)