Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

After passing through the dock area, the whole style of the painting changed from the elf style to the lizardman style. The elves walked slowly on the ancient streets. The stone slabs on the ground were thick and vicissitudes, and they made a slight clacking sound when stepped on. The air was mixed with the smell of foreign lands and moist plants. Ancient stone sculptures and strange plants stood on both sides of the street from time to time, as if telling the long history of this land and the dominance of the lizardmen.

Just as the team turned around a small square surrounded by stone sculptures, a deep and powerful sound of footsteps came from the front. It was the sound of the lizardmen patrol marching. They were wearing heavy scale armor, holding spears and shields, and their steps were uniform, steady and firm, and their formation was square and impeccable.

The sturdy claws landed on the stone road, making a heavy tread, and every step showed the ancient majesty of the lizardmen. They walked persistently, without any pause or deviation, as if they were set on some kind of mechanical route.

"Make way and let them pass." Maranul, who was walking in front, quickly signaled the elves to move aside and said in a low voice.

As the words fell, the footsteps gradually approached and the Duruchi in the front began to give way, the elves behind dispersed in an orderly manner, leaving a straight passage, and stared at the solemn patrollers.

However, the Lizardmen patrol ignored everything around them. They kept their eyes fixed forward and moved forward firmly step by step, as if everything around them had nothing to do with them, until they gradually approached Dacus.

When the lizardmen passed by Dacus, they turned their heads and looked at Dacus, with a firm gaze and some kind of undisguised respect. But they did not stop and continued to move forward in an orderly manner.

Dacus nodded slightly, as if he was used to all this. Then he took out the silver scepter from his belt and raised it to the level of his head. He raised his chin slightly, looked calm and gentle, like a general reviewing his soldiers.

Kaia, who was standing by, could clearly feel the respect and even submission in the lizardmen's cold eyes, as if these beastmen-like lizards were witnessing a supreme leader in their hearts.

"Why do these lizards respect him so much?" Karahir whispered, with confusion in his tone.

"I'm afraid his relationship with this land is far beyond our imagination..." Melehi responded thoughtfully.

The sound of footsteps on the stone slabs gradually faded away, and the newly arrived Ainel who witnessed this scene talked in low voices, their faces full of confusion. They exchanged puzzled glances with each other, and from time to time turned back to look at the lizards that were gradually moving away. They could not understand why these strange lizards showed such respect for Daxus.

"They..." Kaia looked at Daqius and asked hesitantly.

"Lizardmen, the guardians of this continent, maintain a delicate balance between us elves and Lizardmen. Our culture, language, and beliefs are different, but this does not prevent us from living together in harmony." Daxus, who took back the scepter, responded to Kaia's doubts.

"You...are the link between the elves and the lizardmen!?"

Darkusbi gave a thumbs up and responded to Kaia.

Compared to the newly arrived Einir and the somewhat surprised Siglin and Finarfin, Asur, who had met the Lizardmen in Athel Loren, reacted relatively calmly and even took it for granted.

The might of Dacus at that time left an indelible impression on them. If the conflict expanded, the Lizardmen army, which was in the rear and lined up neatly, would definitely respond to Dacus' call and join the battle. That was still Athel Loren, and this was Dacus's lair and base camp.

"Aren't we going there?" Marlene asked, looking in the direction of the Temple District. Since entering the port, she has focused her attention on the Temple District. She was deeply attracted by everything in the Temple District and she was a little impatient. But in the end... At first she thought that Dacus would lead the team to the Temple District, but now she could feel that the team was pulling away from the Temple District.

"It's still a large construction site there, so we'll have to wait a few more days before we can go there. Unfortunately, the Daughter of the Sea still has some things to deal with, and can't attend the welcome party." Dacus explained patiently.

The black box for making water-patterned stone was built with the overtime work of the Vaal priests and lizardmen. However, even though each process was carried out at the maximum speed, it still could not meet the deadline.

Due to the lack of professional cost engineers and the constant interruption of the pace by the returning admirals, the initial stone reserves were forced to be adjusted, and the demand for the Grand Temple and the Hailan Hub almost emptied the reserve resources. This resulted in the admirals who came later having no place to sell their stone materials. In order to deal with this situation, they had to adopt the principle of taking materials nearby and dismantling stones from their respective arks.

Then, the crab locomotives appeared. These giant beasts emerged from the deep sea, dragging countless carts loaded with stones, rumbling along the newly laid tracks. It was as if the earth was roaring in a low voice, and the scene of them not being responsible for killing people was both spectacular and shocking.

When these stones were sent to the black box for water-patterned stone processing, a strange solemnity and mystery spread throughout the site. When the black box was running, the strong wind of Aegir seemed to wash each stone, making them emit a faint blue water-patterned luster. Afterwards, they were carried to the paving site and gradually became part of the temple area.

If you think about it from another perspective, all of this is full of profound meaning.

These stones originally came from Ulthuan, from the kingdom of Nagarythe. The history of the stones themselves has long been soaked in memory. They have experienced the trials of the years in the deep sea, witnessed the catastrophe of the great invasion, experienced the Great Sundering, and finally became an ark floating on the sea.

Now, they have been dismantled from the Ark and become part of the Temple District. It seems that these stones have completed a reincarnation across continents and centuries, and finally found their way to a new home in a foreign land. They are no longer simple building materials, but relics that carry the history of Ulthuan. They have been given new responsibilities and missions, and have become a permanent part of this ancient and mysterious land.

Of course... thanks to the characteristics of the water-patterned stone, the temple area is actually movable, like a module. More specifically, the entire temple area is composed of different modules. If you want, the temple area can float on the sea and go wherever you want.

The construction of the Grand Temple and the Hailan Hub has been completed long ago, and the deep-sea simulation box has also been claimed by the admirals and laid. Three of the four spires have also completed the main structure and are currently in the final acceleration stage. The progress of the other spire is a little slow, and it is still being rushed overtime.

After endless conspiracies and research, the admirals finally decided to build in the name of their respective cities. The four spires corresponded to Clar Karond, Kar Karond, Hag Graef and Naggarond, while Grond and Har Ganthe were tacitly kicked out by the admirals. Grond had no naval power, and Har Ganthe's black ark simply ignored the orders and played its own game.

The slow tower was contracted by Hag Graves. Hag Graves's naval power was too weak, with only the old Fortress of Eternal Terror and the new Infinite Indulgence. Fortunately, Hadris came early and kept fighting for it. He not only got a quota, but also gained some benefits, and finally formed this model that satisfied Dacus and wanted.

"Where's your lover?"

"What you see now are idle people with nothing to do, so they come to the dock to greet you..." Daxus knew what Marlene was asking, and he also started to chat.

In fact, he has been very busy recently, and the strange comb has been pinned in his hair. The preparations for many matters have reached the countdown stage, such as setting prices, setting military salaries and benefits, and fine-tuning the affairs of Asheril, cutting and adding.

His original plan to establish a military district system in Asheril was also temporarily shelved. Sometimes he had to take his companions to share the work of Walter. There was no other way. When it came to the settlement stage, there were too many Black Arks, and the labor dispatches who came caught up with the total of the previous ones. Fortunately, in the past ten years, reserves, rules and various contingency plans were established. As long as they could withstand the huge pressure during this period, they could also let Malanul and others practice in the process.

There is also an upcoming festival. The last time the Druki navy was so well-organized was when the war against Ulthuan began. They can't get together at all on normal days. During non-wartime, the Dark Council is never fully staffed. Malekith suddenly had an idea and ordered the Black Council to be convened soon. His Black Ark floating in the other hemisphere couldn't get back. So he simply took advantage of the completion of the Temple District and the abundant supplies in Asheril to hold a grand event, the first Chapeiuto Wine Festival, and also organize some competitions, contests, and lotteries. The whole big mix made the Druki who were always floating on the sea happy. The double joy of spirit and body gave Slaanesh more energy.

The next meeting... I don't know when it will be held. Dacus only knows the result, that he will win, there is no doubt about it, but he doesn't know the process at all. Perhaps the Druks who participated in the first wine festival...

In addition to the excitement, it is also a sweet treat, with a big reward waiting for you later.

"Oh? I don't believe it..."

"This is Asherel, not Elsin Alvin. The journey is over. Everyone has their own things to do here. Gilead is currently in Rosario Province. Perhaps you don't know him very well... Compared to a lively environment, he prefers to be alone with his brothers. Sometimes he rides a horse across the fertile fields, and sometimes sits on the beach looking at the vast ocean, taking his brothers to experience things they have never experienced before. The two brothers of the Denaris family are also there. They plan to build an Asur temple there to welcome Amphion's arrival and light the holy fire."

Darkus started to talk a lot, responding to questions that were not related to the topic, but he was actually responding to the hidden meaning in Marlene's words.

After Amphion's rebirth, he did not follow the team to the New World, but stayed in Athel Loren. According to the agreement, he will fly across the Vast Ocean to the continent of Lustria alone in three years, and the three-year deadline is just around the corner.

There is no spiritual vein node in Rosario Province, which is why Dacus set the provincial capital in La Plata. But now the situation is different. It can be a pasture or a farm, which can be adjusted according to specific needs. Later, he plans to plant alcohol-2 wheat there, and the relevant refining equipment and transportation port will also be set up there.

There is a natural harbor there, and its potential far exceeds that of Chapeiuto. There is a huge indentation near the sea surface that can accommodate all the black arks, like an inverted Bizan, with the beauty of a giant Sandu'ao. However, at present, Asherel has no ability to develop it, and it does not need to develop it. The expanded Chapeiuto is sufficient to meet Asherel's needs.

Daxus set up the Temple of Asur at the very bottom of the Depth of Heaven. When the planting of Mel-2 wheat begins in earnest, a port will be built there. By then, fire, fire, fire! May the holy fire of Asuryan protect that place... Don't let any big news that will shock the elven society come out.

"His brother's soul?" Bel-Ahor, who had been following behind, joined the conversation after hearing Gilead's name.

"Two years ago, when we first came back, something happened that was a bit difficult and completely different from what we experienced last time." Darkus said, looking at Kaia on the side.

Kaia's eyes widened when she heard this, and her mouth opened unconsciously. Although Dacus' words were vague, she knew what he was talking about. She still couldn't forget that experience, and perhaps those memories would be carried with her until the end of her life.

"Fortunately, the result is good." Dacus' words brought an end to the matter. He didn't want to talk about what happened at that time, nor did he want to tell Ryan's story, and he didn't want to tell how he got the souls of the Gilead brothers from Ers Haiai.

"Look! My love is back." Then he pointed his hand to the distant sky.

Aiel and the Asur followed his gesture and looked. In the silent sky, a giant pterosaur gradually emerged. The pterosaur was huge, and its skin glowed like a metallic luster in the afterglow of the setting sun. It was ancient and mysterious, like a legend from the distant past. Its wings spread out like clouds, carrying an ancient and heavy power, casting a shadow that covered the sky in the twilight.

The Western Star Pyramid was coated with a layer of golden color by the glow of the setting sun. The towering stone steps rose layer by layer, as if leading from the earth to the sky, like a mysterious ancient saint looking down at the earth.

The pterosaur circled in the sky, flapping its wings slowly, and swooped down towards the towering Western Star Pyramid, gradually lowering its altitude. The dive slowed down gradually, and its wings were almost still, maintaining an amazing balance, and it landed gently on the top of the pyramid. The huge claws firmly hooked the stone steps, coiled around the tip of the pyramid, and merged with this sacred building.

"That is?"

"A pterosaur, a large pterosaur, I call it Ha Shen."

"Ha God?"

"Hatzeg Pterosaur, the interesting thing is that his eyesight wasn't very good before, but now it's fine, he wears a pair of... glasses!"

Everything in Chapeyuto is new to Enil and the Asuls, and they need to adapt gradually, just like the pacifier that keeps appearing one after another.

"What are they doing?" As the pterosaur landed, Isharion was attracted by the scene on the street corner again.

At the corner of the street, a Druki was negotiating with a Skink through words and gestures, with a somewhat anxious look on his face and a hint of ill will in his eyes. His hand occasionally extended from his cloak, as if he was showing off some precious item or hinting at a considerable fortune.

The skin lizard on the opposite side tilted its head, the marquee on its crown kept flashing, and its green pupils flashed with vigilance in the dim light. He always maintained a vigilant posture, with his left hand extended and the index finger exposed, shaking constantly, and was not moved by Druki's sweet words at all.

His right hand was behind his back, tightly clenched, but because the object he was holding was too huge, a part of it was still exposed. It was a treasure carefully carved from gold, with delicate carvings, and contained some mysterious power. Even though Drucci's words became more earnest, he only shook his thick fingers slightly, as if rejecting all requests that were not to his liking. Every movement of his fingers implied a warning.

Duluqi looked embarrassed and looked around. Soon he saw a scene that stunned him. He didn't know when Duluqi, who was waiting in line behind him, had already disappeared, leaving him who was concentrating on trading and didn't notice the team approaching. His expression changed rapidly. He wanted to run, turned around and ran, but he couldn't run anymore. The team had already come to him. He could only kneel on the ground.

The elves in the team also noticed the transaction in the corner, and their eyes showed some curiosity.

"Transaction." Daxus shook his head slightly. He had seen through the minds of both parties in this struggle. He answered briefly, then raised his hand to signal the Skink who was waving at him, and then explained, "The Lizardman-style stone between them is a language stone. You also know how obscure our language is, and the Lizardman language... that stone is used as a bridge of communication. Of course, its function is very simple at present, so some gestures have to be added."

Maranul walked slowly to the kneeling Druki, and after confirming that there was no threat, he bent down and picked up the items that had fallen on the ground.

A small statue, made of wood, was carved into the shape of a black panther. But the craftsmanship was obviously not superb, and the carving was a bit clumsy. The black panther's body was clumsy, and the lines were rough and unnatural, as if it was made by a beginner.

After taking a look, he couldn't help laughing, with a hint of teasing on his face. Finally, he simply lifted up the clumsy black panther statue and waved it towards the team behind him, with a hint of teasing on his face. (End of this chapter)