Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

The pushed-away Telankar stood on the dock, surrounded by a sea of ​​people, the entire dock was filled with noise and agitation. Groups of Duruchi crowded together, their black cloaks and clothes swaying in the crowd, like an undercurrent surging in the ocean. The noise of the crowd, the shouts of the soldiers, the sound of ships colliding with the dock, and the roars from time to time merged into a chaotic clamor, making the entire dock seem lively and crowded.

"Move forward!"

“Don’t stop!”

"Keep in line!"

The soldiers shouted orders from time to time, trying to maintain order. Their voices sounded harsh and urgent in the noisy crowd, but to little effect. The noise around them almost covered everything.

There was a loud laugh from his side. Several Drukis were holding black signs in their hands, pointing and talking about the upcoming Wine Festival, and were very excited about this rare holiday. From time to time, there were jokes and teasing laughter from the crowd, and the drunkards couldn't wait to discuss where to get the best and strongest wine.

Some who had been suppressed for too long ignored the presence of others and began to cheer hysterically and loudly to vent. The sounds of laughter and shouting came one after another, the air was filled with excitement, and every Druki had a rare look of anticipation on his face.

A ship that had just unloaded its crew left the port under the command of the captain. The ship gradually moved away from the berth, and the pier made a creaking sound of wood rubbing against each other. When the berth was vacant, the next ship fully loaded with Duruchi quickly entered the berth, and people gathered on the deck. When it stopped, the crowd waiting to step onto the pier rushed down.

"Get in line!"

“No crowding!”

The soldiers shouted loudly, but the Drukis still swarmed out with wanton laughter, noisy shouts, and heavy footsteps, filling the entire dock with a boiling bustle.

Seabirds were circling in the sky, their cries were blown intermittently by the sea breeze. Telankar took a deep breath and felt the salty and humid sea breeze blowing on his face, carrying the unique fishy smell of the port. He carefully shuttled through the crowd. The figures surging around him seemed endless. He held the black sign tightly in his hand, feeling both expectant and alert.

As the crowd surged, he gradually smelled a strong aroma, which was the aroma of food. His stomach made an untimely sound, and he couldn't help swallowing. In the distance, a black flag was flying high in the sky. He knew that it was a place where he could exchange food and drinks with the sign.

He followed the team and squeezed forward. As he got closer and closer to the flag, he was already imagining what to eat. However, just as he was about to reach the exchange office, the flow of people suddenly stopped.

"go inside!"

“Don’t stop!”

"There's more inside, don't crowd in here!"

The armored Duruchi soldiers appeared in front, blocking the team and trying to stop the crowd from advancing. The soldiers had stern expressions, and seemed to be not surprised by the chaotic scene. Their shouting voices were hoarse and rough.

The surrounding Duruchis complained, perhaps because of hunger and anticipation, their patience was gradually worn out. But the soldiers did not move, their weapons were slightly raised, with a deterrent force, forcing the flow of people to slowly flow into the inner area.

Telankar muttered to himself, feeling a little unhappy, but he knew he couldn't cause trouble here. He took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and followed the crowd deeper into the city. He held the sign tightly in his hand, and the aroma of food wafted through his nose from time to time, and the hunger in his stomach became stronger. He quickened his pace, looking forward to finding the next black flag and receiving his wine and food.

As the crowd gradually went deeper into the city, he found that the flow of people not only did not decrease, but became more and more dense. The Duruchis beside him were crowded together, rushing forward with their own purposes and desires. He looked around and found many colorful flags fluttering in the wind. At first he thought they were used to exchange chips or sell rare items, but they were not, just decorations. Soon, his eyes locked on the familiar black flag, flying high above the crowd, guiding the Duruchis who were looking for food and drinks.

"queue!"

After determining the direction, he quickly moved over, feeling secretly happy that he had finally found a place where he could fill his stomach. Just as he was about to squeeze to the front, an armored soldier blocked his way and shouted in a rough voice.

He stopped helplessly, glanced at the length of the line, and sighed. Although he was reluctant, he still held the sign tightly in his hand, stood obediently at the end of the line, and waited patiently. The faces of the surrounding Duruchi were anxious, some muttered complaints, and some discussed the types of fine wine and food in an excited tone. There was a complex atmosphere in the air, with impatience, expectation and excitement.

The soldiers in front of him shouted orders and kept urging him. The aroma of food became stronger and stronger, and his stomach couldn't help but growl again. The time in line seemed to be extended indefinitely. He stared at the front, hoping that it would be his turn to enjoy this rare holiday gift.

When it was finally his turn, he saw the strange device he had seen at the dock, and the soldier standing by the table looked at him silently. He immediately understood what the soldier meant and handed over the card that was sweating on his hand. The soldier looked at him with disdain the moment he took it, and then put the card into the device. As the soldier pressed and handed it back, he found that there was another hole on the card.

Then, he stepped into a narrow passage, and the scene in front of him made him slightly stunned. On both sides of the passage, Duruchi was skillfully scooping wine from a large basin, and the wooden cups in his hands were big enough to fit in his hands. Every time he scooped out five cups of wine, Duruchi would draw a line on the wooden board next to him to count the number of cups supplied.

On the other side of the basin, the taps of several wine barrels were constantly opened, pouring wine into the basin continuously. The rich aroma filled the air, with different aromas. He took a deep breath and judged that there seemed to be two kinds of wine in front of him. The left one was slightly purple with a faint fragrance, and the right one was amber with a strong sweet smell.

"One glass per person! You are not allowed to drink now, and the same applies to the food later on, you are not allowed to take more!"

He looked around, and finally chose the purple wine. He carefully picked up the wooden cup, feeling the weight and cool touch of the cup. The rare vacation seemed more real at this moment. When the soldiers' shouts rang in his ears, he continued to walk forward along the passage.

In front of him was the food collection area, with a wooden sign with pictures and words on each side. He couldn't read, but he could recognize the pictures. The one on the left was a wheat plant, and the one on the right was an insect. It seemed to indicate different types of food?
He frowned, his eyes wandering between the two kinds of bread for a moment. The wheat bread on the left looked small and delicate, light yellow in color, while the bread on the right was larger and stronger, darker in color, with a rough crust and a strange nutty smell.

As he was weighing the items, his stomach growled again, reminding him of his hunger. He quickly made up his mind and reached out to take the bread on the right, thinking that even if it tasted weird, at least it was more filling and would fill his stomach. When he thought he had finished collecting the items, he found that the passage continued, so he could only walk forward along the passage. As he walked, he seemed to smell the smell of meat?

Soon, the next scene made him open his eyes wide. He sometimes looked at the sausages and chunks placed there, and sometimes looked at the soldiers guarding there.

"Get out if you don't take it!" The soldier guarding there said nonchalantly after seeing the inquiring look from Telankar.

Free food, meat at that, there was no reason for him not to take it. He was in a hurry for a moment, holding the cup tightly with his left hand to prevent the wine from spilling, while throwing the sign in his right hand into the wine, and holding the bread in his mouth. After doing all this, his right hand reached for the sausage and the block. No more, there was no passage behind, the free food distribution ended here.

Just as Telankar was about to avoid the crowd and find a secluded place to enjoy the rare food, his eyes were attracted by a series of unusual figures.

A team of lizards stood upright and majestically in a row, with one lizard stationed every ten steps. These lizards were burly and had an extraordinary aura. Their shoulder armor and arm guards shone coldly and dazzlingly in the sun, as if they were a moving fortress. They held exaggerated heavy weapons, some holding huge war hammers, and some holding sharp halberds. The weapons looked natural and skillful in their claws, showing a strong oppressive force.

He felt a little uneasy and observed each lizard carefully. Although these lizards were motionless and no emotions could be seen on their faces, he could clearly feel that the presence of the lizards was like a solid wall, as if they were silently guarding the area behind them and would not allow anyone to offend them easily.

While observing the lizards, he found that there were neatly arranged tables and chairs under the awning behind the lizards. Some of the Drukis were already sitting there eating, with some looking comfortable or proud, some even laughing heartily, enjoying the rare vacation.

He carefully adjusted the wooden cup and meat in his hands, trying not to make any noise and not to attract any attention. After taking a deep breath, he slowly passed through the gap between the two lizards, keeping his eyes on the ground and his steps light and steady. Even in such a peaceful holiday atmosphere, he still instinctively maintained his vigilance and did not dare to relax at all.

He looked around and finally found a relatively quiet seat in the corner and sat down quickly. He gently placed the purple wine on the table and took a deep breath to relieve his tension. Then, he picked up the bread and took a big bite. The bread had a rough texture, but was firm and chewy, and had a peculiar taste.

Just as he was about to take the second bite of the rough but substantial bread, a heart-wrenching howl suddenly came. He caught the source of the sound and looked towards the gap where the lizard guard was standing.

Two soldiers were dragging a terrified Duruchi who was crying and begging for mercy. The captured Duruchi tried to break free, but the soldier held his ankle tightly. It was not until this moment that he noticed that there was a dark cage in the corner of the exit, and the dragged Duruchi was undoubtedly the first guest of the cage.

After the soldiers locked the guests in the iron cage, they turned away indifferently, as if it was just a daily job, while the guests in the cage continued to shake the iron bars and roared in despair. After the soldiers left, the Duruchis under the awning burst into laughter, which was full of jokes and gloating, as if this scene was just a small episode in the festival.

Telankar took a bite of bread silently, and at the same time pricked up his ears, listening to the conversations of the Duruchi around him, trying to understand what happened. Soon, he pieced together the whole story from the conversations around him, and also understood the function and rules of the black card in his hand.

It turns out that the holes on the sign are not just decorations, they each have their own meaning. The original position of the hole indicated which ark the holder came from, and the position of the hole was different for each ark to distinguish the Duruchi from each ark. When picking up food and drinks, a second hole would be punched on the sign to record the food that had been collected that day to prevent someone from collecting it multiple times.

He shook his head and continued to eat silently. He knew very well that the unfortunate Duruchi was caught because he tried to get another portion of food. The Duruchi around him obviously knew about it. Glancing at the Duruchi in the cage, they were no longer surprised by this scene. Traps and teasing were common on the Ark. Anyone could become someone else's leisure entertainment and be pushed into a trap.

During the festival, the Drukis seemed relaxed on the surface, but their cruelty remained the same. He continued to focus on his food and drinks, reminding himself in his heart: keep a low profile and stay away from trouble.

"Hail to the Hand of the Witch King!"

"Praise Matheran!"

He also raised his glass in a toast, and then took a sip of the purple wine. The sweetness spread in his mouth, with a subtle sourness, which seemed to arouse some rare pleasure in his taste buds. He picked up the sausage again and took a bite. The full meaty aroma bloomed in his mouth, and the firm taste gave him an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

Although he didn't know the specific ingredients of the sausage, the rich meaty flavor and slightly salty spices were perfectly blended, making him unable to help but eat one bite after another, finishing the sausage in one go. Then, after a burp, he picked up an unknown yellow square block, smelled it, and bit it. It was a little sticky, but the texture was soft and sweet, mixed with fine particles, which made him have an endless aftertaste. Since he could remember, it was the first time he had eaten such sweet food.

The Duruchis around him kept talking and laughing, and their discussions kept drifting into his ears, revealing the true nature of these foods. It turned out that the sausage in his hand was stuffed with a kind of meat called frog. He had never seen a frog, and he didn't care that he was eating frog meat. As long as it was not rat meat, he would accept it. As for the lump, it was shaqima? A dessert made of sugar and flour.

He looked down at his wine glass, the purple wine was rippling slightly, it turned out that this was not wine, but Chicha made from purple corn, mixed with water. And the bread... he recalled the rough and solid taste he had just eaten, it turned out to be made from insect powder, no wonder it tasted strange, in the words of the surrounding Druki, it tasted like nuts.

He looked at the bread, sniffed it, and then ate it again, savoring the peculiar nutty flavor. He didn't care that the bread was made of insect meal, as long as it was edible, and as a certain Druki said, he chose both the drink and the bread.

The food and drinks were plentiful for him. He had not eaten so much in a long time. On the Black Ark full of cruelty and conspiracy, it was a great luxury to enjoy a full meal.

"You said..."

"It's gold, I'm sure!"

"Matheran, are you crazy?"

"You are forbidden to provoke the Lizardmen in any way. If you want to die, don't drag us down with you!"

He was still eating when he heard the discussion and looked over. He saw a group of Duruchi staring at the armor on the shoulders of the lizardmen warriors. The metal surface shone in the sun, and it was indeed a dazzling luster similar to gold. He instantly understood what the group of Duruchi were discussing. An ominous premonition came to his mind. Instinctively, he tightly grasped the wooden cup and the unfinished bread, pretended to stand up casually, and quietly left.

He knew that his kind were always greedy and reckless, and in this short holiday atmosphere, even the slightest impulse could lead to a fatal trouble. He could imagine what Duruchi in the pavilion would experience once the group of lizards moved.

"Telankar, you are here for vacation, not to seek death."

As he muttered, he walked towards the pavilion further away, where there seemed to be not many people. After finishing the bread, he lowered his head and took a sip of wine, feeling a hint of coolness sliding down his throat, with a sweet and sour aftertaste, as if reminding him of the preciousness of relaxation. This made him more determined that he would never get involved in any reckless plan.

Then, he started walking again. He had no intention of drinking the wine in one gulp. He planned to slowly savor the chicha mixed with water. However, when he crossed a block, he smelled a stronger and more tempting aroma coming from not far away. He was slightly startled, and the wine in the glass suddenly lost its appeal.

The aroma was rich in layers, with the aroma of grilled meat fat and a hint of some sweet spice. It drifted in the breeze, seeming to whet his appetite even further.

He looked around, looking for the source of the fragrance. Not far away, there was a huge stall surrounded by Duruchi. (End of this chapter)