Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Vizlin was originally in charge of the improvement of the Tower of Wealth in the Temple District, but he received news of a banquet at the Mask Palace. When he rushed over, many dignitaries and his nephew's friends were already standing in the Mask Palace.

He had no doubts about attending the banquet because he had heard the continuous sound of trumpets before, which meant that a very distinguished guest had arrived. What he was curious about now was who the guest was.

"The first high priest, if I'm not mistaken, one of us will have to deal with her frequently in the future." Dulias responded calmly, and at the same time, he looked at Talos who was standing not far away. Talos felt that he was being watched, and looked over. When he saw that it was him, he nodded in a friendly manner, and then stood there silently.

"Times have really changed. Look at everything around us, the temples, the pyramids, Ainir, Asrai, and the black arks covering the coastline in the distance. Although some of them were created by me, they still feel strange to me." As Dulyas's family, brother, and adjutant, Vizilin certainly knew the significance of Dulyas's look at Talos, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"Change is indeed unfamiliar, but we have to adapt, don't we? After all, the tide of the times will not stop for anyone, neither you nor me." Durias' eyes flashed slightly as he spoke calmly.

"Yes, time always moves forward. But when I think about the era we once lived in and look at everything now, it's inevitable that I feel a little dazed." Vizlin nodded silently, with a complex emotion in his eyes.

"That's because we are at the forefront. We once ushered in an old era, and now, we embrace the new era. We are still one of those who can influence the situation. Adapt to it, embrace it, and use it. You know, Vizzlin, we are family, and we will not be the forgotten part." Durias smiled, patted Vizzlin on the shoulder, with a little more determination in his tone.

Witzlin nodded, and just as he was about to say something else, he heard footsteps. The moment he looked in the direction of the footsteps, a smile appeared on his face.

"Uncle Vizlin." Colonia walked over quickly and hugged Vizlin.

"Ah~ little Colonia, I'm so glad to see you." Vizlin patted Colonia's back, smiling with a hint of elder's kindness.
Colonia smiled as she left Vizilin's arms, then turned to Dulias and gently hugged her father. Dulias opened his arms and held his daughter in his arms, looking at her face with tenderness and some relief in his eyes.

"Are you back?" Durias asked after the hug, with calm concern in his tone.

"Yes, father." Colonia nodded and chuckled.

Dulias smiled slightly, then looked at Alatar and Drusala who were approaching, and nodded to them. Alatar was his son Maranul's fiancée. Although it was not decided by him, he was very satisfied with the marriage. He admired Alatar's dignity and calmness. He didn't care about her family background, and he didn't need to care.

Drusala was his nephew's fiancée, and as an uncle and a member of the family, he couldn't judge anything. He was satisfied with everything now, and it would be even better if his brother was still by his side. In his opinion, everything was developing in a good direction, and he was ready to embrace the new era, but when he thought about his daughter's marriage, he felt unwell.

"Don't look at her, she still has some things to deal with." After greeting, Colonia saw Walter peeking around with anticipation in his eyes. She smiled wickedly and teased. As someone who has been through this, she knew why Walter behaved like this.

"Our family seems to be more vibrant than before..." Watching this scene, the corners of Witzlin's mouth slightly raised. He already knew about Walter and Whitney, and smiled softly to Dulias. The next moment, he stopped talking and his smile faded. He saw a team slowly approaching. His eyes quickly swept across the crowd and gradually became solemn. Even though the dusk deepened and the figures in the distance were blurred, he still caught a glimpse of unusual figures.

"It seems that tonight's banquet will be more complicated than expected?" His brows knitted slightly, and his thoughts quickly surged in his mind. Why are these Asur here? For a moment, he thought of countless possibilities, and then he turned to look at Dulias and whispered.

"Just like when we went to Elsing Alvin to pick them up, we will attend this banquet as a family, and you and I just have to wait and see what happens." Seeing this scene, Durias' smile on his face was still calm, but there was a hint of sinisterness in his eyes.

It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned this. Once he did, Witzlin's brows furrowed even more. The banquet that was halfway through left him with an indelible impression. He had been sailing on the sea for a hundred years, but this was the first time he encountered such a terrifying thing.

"Also, you watch over Huoha and ask him to drink less. You know him. You also know our nephew, Matheran. I don't want to be caught in the middle." Durias warned as the team approached.

The crowd gathered again, and after the hug with Drusala ended, Dacus introduced them one by one. Under his mediation, the elves, who had wanted to peel each other's skin off, maintained a strange friendly atmosphere. And then nothing happened. He called Geron, who was going to stay with the sea guards and not attend the banquet, and then the group entered the Mask Palace.

There was no buffet where people could walk around, chat with each other, and share their food. There was no long table that was nearly ten meters long, and there was no square table like in Athel Loren. Of course, there were tables, but they were a bit special, or abstract, at least for the elves who saw the venue for the first time.

There was a huge circular table, covered in a deep red luxurious tablecloth that stretched all the way to the edge of the table, creating a solemn sense of ceremony. On the tablecloth was a large piece of circular transparent glass that matched the table...

The center of the table is sunken, decorated with carefully arranged silver candlesticks. The simple shape is embellished with intricate patterns. Each candlestick has many long candles burning. The candlelight flickers and sways gently with the breeze, reflecting a warm and solemn atmosphere.

Between the candlesticks, tropical flowers are dotted, and the bright flowers form a sharp contrast with the broad green leaves. The purple, orange, and emerald green tones complement the deep red tablecloth, adding a strong exotic atmosphere to the tabletop without blocking the view or affecting the diners' conversation. The crystal silver tableware is neatly arranged, and the dark silk napkins are folded between the knives and forks. The glossy surface flickers with a faint cold light under the candlelight.

"Can that glass turn?" Itharion asked in a low voice.

"Yes, if I'm not mistaken, there is a slide underneath, somewhat similar to the Aurora style? But not this big, and... they use two strange pieces of wood when eating on this kind of table. They call them chopsticks and 梜? I forgot, not the forks we have today." Finarfin responded hesitantly. He considered himself knowledgeable, but he had never seen such a scene before.

"Sit down first." Marlene's words interrupted the subsequent conversation.

"Dorian Silver Blade, Chupakoko." When Daxus washed his hands and sat down, Dorian and Chupakoko came back, and he started a new round of introductions.

After the introduction, the crowd sat down again. His mouth twitched, and he stared at Chupakoko with a strange expression that was hard to hide. The other guests at the banquet were also attracted, especially the Ainel from Lauren Loren, whose eyes were mixed with curiosity, absurdity, and even a little surprise. Chupakoko was completely unaware and was concentrating on fiddling with the napkin in his hand. Then, he shook the napkin open as if nothing had happened, carefully rolled it a few times, and carefully stuffed it into the necklace buckle around his neck, as if he thought this was the most noble and decent way to use it. The napkin hung crookedly on his chest, looking particularly funny, which made the elves laugh, and some even laughed quietly. He lowered his head and worked seriously, completely immersed in his unique etiquette.

"How did it go?" Daxus shook his head speechlessly, then looked at Dorian and asked.

"He's caught!" Dorian's words were concise and shocking. According to his understanding, he should not tell this story at the banquet. As a result, he saw Daquus's gesture to unfold the story, and he continued to tell the story, "Kane's assassin from the Desolate City. When he was found, he was dining in a restaurant in the dock area. It seemed that he..." He shook his head at the end.

"It seems that he is a little confused about the situation? According to the existing laws, what should we do?" Daxus nodded and looked at Maranul who was sitting in the next empty seat.

"The existing law has not reached this point, but now it has? My opinion is to sacrifice him to Sotek. Of course, there is no need to be so anxious." Maranul said casually while playing with the dinner knife, as if it was an insignificant matter, but the power of life and death at this moment was fully revealed in his words and attitude.

"What's your opinion? And can you take off that damn tablecloth?" Daxus looked at Chupacoco again. Chupacoco's weird outfit was particularly eye-catching in his eyes. It felt like she was wearing sandals and shorts, and then she was wearing socks, and they were black or dark blue cotton socks, and then she hung a bunch of keys that made rattling sounds on her belt.

"I agree!" Chupacoco puffed out her chest and patted the tablecloth in front of her chest in a show-off manner, without any intention of taking it off. While patting the tablecloth, words came out of her mouth slowly.

The guests present were surprised again, and looked around in disbelief, trying to confirm. They were like this because they heard the Elsalin language from the mouth of a lizard. Although the tone was strange, it was indeed the Elsalin language, the language of the elves.

"Let me introduce you again, 'Friend of the Elf' Chupakoko, my good friend, a famous Skin Lizard Priest in Lustria, the best Skin Lizard speaker in the Elven language, and now in charge of the affairs of Chapeyuto." After seeing the guest's reaction, Daquus gave a detailed introduction. When he saw that Chupakoko was not ready to stand up and make funny movements, he looked in the direction of Walter and Dorian. His eyes became cold and sharp, and ruthless words came out of his mouth, "No one can protect his behavior. Find an amateur, peel off his skin, hang it on the dock, and finally sacrifice it to Sotek."

"Law!" Maranul raised his knife to greet Daquus.

"What did he do to make you so angry?" Kaia asked cautiously.

She could clearly feel that the atmosphere of the banquet became a little depressed with the words of Dacus, and her companions beside her and the Asurs on the other side became a little nervous. It was also the first time she saw another side of Dacus, and she also knew that she was the only one among the guests who could say something.

"At noon, the Kane assassin killed a lizard, which was extremely vicious!" Daxus narrated slowly.

The Duruchi who was fooling the spirit lizard that I met when I came back was okay. At least it was still within the normal trading range. The spirit lizard could refuse his transaction and then continue to trade with the Duruchi in line behind him until they found an item they liked and were satisfied with to exchange.

But that Kane assassin was different. He might have been testing the waters, he might have been a fanatic, he might have taken too much, he might be dissatisfied with his surroundings, he might have been indifferent or arrogant, he might have been angry and humiliated by the Skink Lizard's rejection, or maybe... whatever the possibility was, it didn't matter anymore.

The important thing was that he took out his weapon and attacked the skin lizard on the spot, and took away the trading items from the skin lizard. After he did everything, he found a place to eat and drink as if nothing had happened.

There is no doubt that this matter is vicious. Daxus doesn't care about Kane's followers or Kane's reaction. This is a challenge to his authority and a trampling and mockery of all the order he has established. If he doesn't use thunder and lightning to deter, if they dare to touch the Skin Lizard today, they will dare to touch the Slan tomorrow, and he dare not even think about the day after tomorrow. Asheril is his, and Kane will be beaten with two big slaps when he comes. Anyone who dares to provoke here will pay the price in blood.

The assassin's wailing will resound throughout the dock area and pierce the entire night. He wants to let the Duruchi in the active dock area know what is happening, let the Duruchi know his attitude, and let the Duruchi understand that no matter where they come from or what their background is, in this land, his authority is the only rule, and as long as they dare to provoke him, he will make them feel an unbearable price.

In addition, he also took this opportunity to let the elves present know his attitude towards Cain and his believers. After returning, he planned to find an opportunity to deal with Cain's sect headed by Hellebron.

Moreover, among his friends there are many Cosqui elves, including Aedanna, Beloda, Kaia, and Seonlan, all of whom he has to express his gratitude to.

Hellebron seemed to be in conflict with Cosqui, and had left an indelible impression on the Cosqui elves as early as the Great Sundering, and various underhanded means emerged one after another. The large-scale immigration of the Cosqui elves was related to the environment of Maselan, the ocean, and the kingdom, but this only accounted for a small part, and more was due to the Great Sundering and the local collapse of the earth.

"How about today's one?" Ryan, who felt that the atmosphere was a little off, stood up and asked. When the elves present didn't react, he stood up again and imitated Maranul's movements, "Black Panther!"

The elves who were not present at the time did not know what Ryan was expressing, but Drucci who was present at the time had understood it. They laughed with all kinds of emotions, and other elves who were present at the time also laughed, trying to ease the atmosphere.

"His luck finally came." Cowell performed in a funny tone.

"In my opinion, his skills are suitable, very suitable!" Hoha also echoed.

Dacus smiled and made a casual gesture. Maybe the Black Panther meant something to Ryan, or maybe Ryan needed some supplies or something? He didn't care. Then, sitting opposite the door, he snapped his fingers and pointed in the direction of the door, signaling everyone that a guest had arrived.

Four guests came, one of whom was recorded in the history books of Asur and was very famous. (End of this chapter)