Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Asriel wants to develop education. Now, under the manipulation of Drusala and Malagos, it has already taken shape and framework. But there are also some problems. For example, there is a Hos secondary school. The teaching qualification is easy to solve, but the difficulty lies in religion...

There must be someone knowledgeable to take charge, but unfortunately Asheril didn't have one. The followers of Hoth were usually concentrated in the White Tower of Hoth, or in a place close to the White Tower of Hoth, or in Elsin Alvin's scattered system, so Dacuus contacted Hoth.

The most ideal candidate in his mind was undoubtedly the demigod Sarir, but he thought the probability was low. Because Sarir stayed in Athel Loren, and then with Athel Loren as the center, Dacha cleared the field in front, and Sarir followed behind to repair it, that is, to stabilize the spiritual vein node of Elsin Alvin.

He also thought that it would be fun if Hos called a great wizard from the White Tower of Hos. It would be strange for an Asur to train a group of Duruchi to become qualified bureaucrats, even if they were not responsible for specific matters and were only responsible for religion.

result……

The one who shook hands and hugged him was none other than Fenrir. (Chapter 477)
"Have you made up your mind?"

"of course."

"To be honest, it's a bit weird..." After the hug, Darkus spread his hands.

"It's a little weird, but I'm the best candidate, right?"

"That's right." Daxus nodded.

Fenrir's label is very vague. He was born a commoner and was originally a farmer living at the border of Itain and Safri. It is correct to say that he is Asur of Itain, but it is also wrong to say that he is Asur of Safri. He is very individual and likes the feeling of looseness, freedom and comfort. When he first met Dacus, he did not wear the common robe, but a relatively loose robe, looking like a farmer.

What kind of place is the White Tower of Hoeth? It is a conservative place that is serious and almost rigid. Most of the great wizards there don't like his eccentric personality. They think that as an Asur, he should be humble, and as a wizard, he should abide by the rules. In fact, he has both, but he looks at things from a different perspective, which is also his difference, but this does not mean that the wizards of the White Tower of Hoeth understand him.

He was a non-mainstream person in the White Tower of Hos, and his life was not easy, even though someone from above protected him. If he had to choose someone from the White Tower of Hos, he would undoubtedly be the most suitable one, and Aishriel also had his own space to move around. Master Xia was in Chapeiuto, and Master Wu was in La Plata, and they could communicate by just taking a plane. The only drawback was that Aishriel did not have a library or anything like that, so he could not further increase his knowledge.

"Which kingdom do you think you are from?" Dacus then asked another question.

"My father is a Safri, my mother is an Itain, and I was born in Itain, although it is very close to Safri." Fenrir shrugged.

“In my stereotype… the wines from Itain are very good.”

"Of course! Itain's wine is the best!"

"No, it's Iris!"

Before Fenrir could respond, Marin, a native of Itain, spoke first, and then Eltharion, who was standing beside him, responded without giving in. Marin turned to look at Eltharion, with a look of an adult not arguing with a child. Bel-Ahor, who was standing nearby, stood there quietly, looking at the black arks anchored in the distance, with no intention of further escalating the dispute.

"I spent most of my time picking grapes when I was a kid," Fenrir responded after the brief argument.

"Aesiril is a large region in terms of administrative level. You can think of it as Ulthuan, which has many provinces." Daxus said halfway, then changed the subject and started talking about something irrelevant. "Do you provide psychological treatment or something like that? Through drugs? Words? Or magic?"

"The Lord of Wisdom did not convey this to me. Of course, if you need me to, I can do it, and I will do it well. I believe I can do it." Fenrir's eyes were full of confusion when he said this. He didn't understand what Daquus was expressing.

"That's what you said." With just a few words, Fenrir had a specific position in Daxus's mind, and there was no need to elaborate on the rest here.

The three passengers who came down later were Fenrir and Bel-Ahor. Finnubar had only two sons, the eldest son Yelian who had a hot temper and was not suitable to be a messenger, and the second son Bel-Ahor who was calm and thoughtful. This was also the reason why Dacuus thought that the flower had bloomed. Finnubar responded to him, expressed full trust in him, and sent the second son over.

If... something happened to this Asur delegation in Chapeyuto, including on the way there and back, then there would be no solution. Even if he could speak eloquently, it would be useless. His son, daughter, and future heir were all gone, so what else could he say?

The other is Prince Geron, Adeanna's guardian...

"Then?" After some polite remarks, Dacus stretched out his left hand, made a "you are great" gesture, and pointed his thumb at Chapeiuto. Then, he smiled and said, "Do you need me to swear to Matheran?"

"We trust you, which is why we came here uninvited." Marlene said with a smile after taking a step forward.

"Let them all come down. You are here a little early. You have to stay here for nearly a month?" Daxus knew the meaning of Marlene's actions. It was nothing more than the right to speak, expressing that he was the leader of this delegation. Then, he pointed to the eagle ship and said. Then, he pointed to a spire in the temple area, "It will take some time to complete, and there will be some activities during this period... There is a proverb in the elves, since we are here, we are here."

"Sorry, why haven't I heard of it?" Fenrir asked with a smile.

"Now you know, don't you? By the way, did you bring your horses?"

"Bring it."

"That's great. Then... let's go? Have something to eat."

After they joined together, Druki, Asur, Aiel and Asrai gathered together. Beloda hugged and whispered with Marin and Adeanna, Eltharion whispered with Finarfin, Bel-Ahor called Siglin aunt, and Tolandir asked the new Aiel about the latest situation of Laurent and Laurent.

"Aunt, why are you here too?"

Siglin and Finnubar are relatives, and Bel-Ehor should call Siglin aunt according to their seniority.

"I was going to ask you, why are you here?"

"My father asked me to come on a diplomatic mission. While attending the ceremony, I also wanted to take a look around here and make an assessment. What about you, aunt?"

"I received an invitation before." Sieglin said while looking at Daxus, and then whispered, "I prayed to Matheran, and Matheran responded to me. This is... the first time Matheran responded to me. And Matheran not only responded to me, but also responded to Finarfin. This is one of the reasons why Finarfin and I came here."

Bel-Ahol looked at his aunt with a speechless expression. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it. In his heart, his aunt's behavior was undoubtedly risky, but his behavior was not much better. He always thought that his father's decision was rash. When he came, he had made all kinds of psychological preparations, the best and the worst. Fortunately, now is the best, a very good beginning.

"Where is Talos?" Karahir asked after answering Tolandil's various questions.

"Him? He will come to the banquet in a while. Right now, he is training... There will be some competitions in a while, and he wants to get some results."

"Game? What game?"

"A lot, such as the wool shearing competition..." After seeing Karahir's puzzled look, Tolandil elaborated a little. He was in charge of the schedule and events of these competitions, and he knew them all. "It's all about shearing the sheep's wool. The winner depends on who can shear faster, and without damaging the sheep's skin."

"Are there any competitions related to archery?" Karahir shook his head. He knew what he was good at, and it would be a complete embarrassment for him to participate in this competition. He could imagine how he could shear the wool if he was given a pair of scissors, and how he could make the sheep bleat.

"Of course." Tolandil responded and then whispered, "But I don't recommend you to participate. You can participate in other things, such as recitation or board games." He was very familiar with Karahir, and he knew what Karahir was good at and what he was not good at.

"Board game?"

“Wargame.”

"I'll participate!" Karahir made the decision immediately. He received the mission before coming here. His uncle hoped that he would join the military system of Duruchi, show his talents and prove his worth.

He was good at recitation, but with Tolandir and Riel here, he didn't think he could achieve certain results. In his opinion, war game simulation was what he was good at. A few years ago, it was he who planned the battle plan for Enil's attack on Sesenmond, and he also participated in the defense of the Frostfall Zone. He only needed to master the rules and adapt, and he believed he could achieve certain results.

"Apart from these, is there anything else?" Eltharion, who heard the conversation, was attracted by the content of the conversation. He stopped talking to Finarfin and came to Tolandil and asked.

"Of course, team battles, archery, jousting, wrestling, dueling, horse racing, blood bowl rugby, chariot racing."

"Those Asur sailors are my guests, my guests! Place them in the Skink Community west of the complex and entertain them with the highest standards. I don't need to say anything else, right? Can you do it?" While the elves were communicating with each other, Daxus gave instructions to an official. Seeing the official nodding his head after a start, he patted his shoulder and said to comfort him, "Then do it."

After the official walked towards the Asur sailors who were getting off the ship one after another, he waved to Delasir, who was standing in the crowd at a loss, not knowing what to do or what he wanted to do.

"How about that ship?" After Delasir saluted, he pointed to Khoha's flagship in the distance and asked.

"Very good, there is..." Delasir turned her head to take a look, then organized her words and prepared to give some praise, but she was interrupted by Daxus just as she started.

"In the near future, you will command a fleet of such ships. The exact number has not yet been determined, but there will be a total of one thousand combat personnel and sailors. This is my promise to you, and a token of my appreciation for your completion of this mission. Now... go and relax." Daquus knew that Durias had promised Drasir a long time ago, which was why the Order gave Drasir the task of taking over Kaia, as a final test.

Now, he had to show his appreciation by stuffing the cake into Delasir's mouth, and that was it. Delasir had no problem commanding and fighting, and he was an experienced captain, but that was his limit.

Now that we have the platform and the opportunity, we have to rely on ourselves to fight for it from now on.

This is also the reason why he expressed it directly. He couldn't accept the whole promotion or anything like that, because the family is a big family, not just his.

"Thank you..." Delasir, somewhat surprised, tried to organize her words again, but she felt a hand on her shoulder. She knew it was Dacus's hand, and she understood it in an instant. When the hand on her shoulder disappeared, she bowed her head, greeted Dacus again, and turned to leave.

Dacus looked at the elves who were communicating with each other, and had an indescribable feeling. It felt like Cao Cao, Xu You and Yuan Shao, these three people were friends in their youth, and then...

Also, the elves dress strangely.

First of all, he himself is weird, mainly playing an abstract role, he wears a round-necked robe on the outside, with a belt tied around his waist. If the clothes are not purple, but red, from a distance he looks like a foreigner who admires the Tang Dynasty. This foreigner does not refer to the police who arrested criminals during the Ming and Qing Dynasties, but...

What he wore underneath was even weirder, his pants were shorts that didn't even reach his knees. Of course, that wasn't the biggest deal, the main thing was that he was wearing sandals, or more accurately flip-flops.

The rubber vulcanization process is not yet mature and cannot be mass-produced, but it is still possible to rub it on a small scale with advanced alchemy. The flip-flops were made for him by Drusala.

The male Druks who followed him wore Attila jackets, the uniforms of the Hussars…

A military jacket of Hungarian cavalry origin, of distinctive design, with a short, slim fit, heavily decorated with decorative buttons and braided cords and knots across the chest for an elaborate, ornate effect, and with embroidery, brightly coloured trim, or gold and silver thread at the cuffs and collar.

The whole is made up of two pieces, the inner part is a dorman top and the half-draped part is a cape jacket with a fur-trimmed collar. There is a lanyard at the collar of the jacket, so you can hang the jacket on your left shoulder at ordinary times. When riding a horse, the jacket flutters in the wind, which is extremely showy...

In Dacus's opinion, this is just for showing off, and there is no other value. The temperature difference between day and night in Asheril is not big. It is convenient to hold the knife in the right hand to resist the enemy's sword from slashing the left half of the body... It's a bit abstract. Today's cavalry still needs to wear armor.

But then again, you don't have to wear armor all the time. You have to have armor and military uniforms. In the future, soldiers outside Naggarond will definitely not wear armor when they go into the city on leave. They have to wear military uniforms, and there are so many ways to say a good-looking military uniform.

During the Napoleonic era, the Royal Guard Cavalry had ten different uniforms: combat uniform, marching uniform, field uniform, daily uniform, duty uniform, stable uniform, social uniform, casual uniform, parade uniform, and grand parade uniform. Not to mention the Sandezi uniform.

He brought the Attila jacket intact. In addition to satisfying the desire of the children of the rich and powerful to show off, it was mainly distributed to the Black Knights of the Imperial Order in non-combat situations. The hem of the jacket just covers the waist, and when riding a warhorse, it can hang down and flow in the wind, which makes you feel itchy.

In terms of aesthetics, everyone is the same, and the Attila jacket has received unanimous praise since its appearance.

Maranul, Cowell and the two brothers Takia, the black and red Attila jackets they wear all show their majesty and unique temperament, making them look tall and strong. The strong black and red tones not only emphasize their identities, but also reveal a hint of luxury.

However, the lower body is a bit abstract. They are wearing black sturdy woolen pants, that is, jeans... The solid black jeans fit the leg lines tightly, emphasizing their strong physique. The thick woolen material makes a slight friction sound when moving, revealing a rustic and rough taste, forming a mixed and conflicting beauty with the exquisite outerwear on the upper body.

The black rubber-soled riding leather boots are sturdy and wear-resistant, suitable for long-distance riding and uneven ground. The leather on the upper is carefully wiped and polished, low-key and luxurious. The height of the boot shaft just wraps the calf, which is not only extremely protective, but also can be firmly buckled when tightening the stirrup.

That's because there are no horses now, otherwise they would ride on tall horses, standing upright in the sun, almost making people mistake them for a solemn black sculpture at first glance.

No hats. Normally, elves don't wear hats. Most of the time, they wear headdresses, headbands, and hairpins. Wearing a hat doesn't show off your pointed ears or your beautiful hair, which hinders you from pretending to be cool. Unless it's really cold, like the garrisons stationed at the various outposts north of Naggaroth, otherwise the ears are gone.

Another place is where there is a lot of rain, such as the Rosario Province. Daxus distributed wide-brimmed round hats with very wide brims to the dark riders stationed there. They were usually worn as normal hats to block the wind.

When it rains, roll up the brim and fasten the top with buttons, and a triangular hat is born. It is mainly used to keep out rain, and the rain will flow down the grooves on the hat. When paired with a waterproof tent, although it looks out of place, a complete set of rain gear has appeared.

In addition to the tricorn hat, the dark riders stationed in Asheril also began to have other characteristics. They usually wore a black shirt inside, a vest outside, and a black robe and a black cloak with the emblem of Nisu outside. There is a reason why dark riders wear black robes and cloaks. It is standard. Otherwise, once the hat, vest, and riding boots are worn, they look like a group of cowboys from a distance.

Even if there was no explanation, he didn't want to equip him with an Attila jacket. The reason was that it was too expensive, and it wouldn't be interesting if the Dark Knight and the Edict Black Knight wore the same one.

Ladies have long been ahead of the fashion trends, wearing all kinds of skirts, and even Kerillian now starts wearing brown and green skirts.

Tolandil is wearing a brown-green jacket, which is thick and hard-wearing, suitable for rugged outdoor environments. The jacket hem and cuffs are simple and neat, emphasizing practicality. The dark gray pants with reinforced leather knee patches are suitable for cycling, and the trouser legs are close to the boots, which are well cut, making the whole outfit more neat. The dark brown leather high boots, with multiple lace-up decorations, provide strong wear resistance and support, which are very suitable for long-term cycling or hiking.

Typical attire from around the beginning of the 20th century.

If Dacus's robe is not lifted, he will stay in the 9th century, and Maranul and his companions will stay in the 19th century. The ladies wearing skirts are even weirder. There are all kinds of styles from all periods, but fortunately there is no exaggerated Rococo style. Fortunately, these elves are all natives. He looks weird, but the elves don't think so. Instead, they think it is very fashionable. Add to that the traditional and special costumes worn by the visiting people, and the whole thing is weird.

"What the hell are they wearing?" Dacus muttered speechlessly, then waved his hand and said, "Let's go." (End of this chapter)