Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Telankar followed the smell and moved closer, but he couldn't see what was happening inside. The stall where the aroma of meat came from was surrounded by waiting Duruchis.

"A string of five silver sovereigns. If you don't want to buy it, don't come around."

Just as he stood on tiptoe to see what was going on inside, a Duruchi soldier appeared in front of him and blocked his view coldly. He stopped moving, looked at the other person, and finally shook his head helplessly. He had Sovereign, but... not much. His father had always taught him to spend money wisely and give priority to upgrading weapons and equipment. The crossbow that saved him more than once was bought with his savings.

He clenched the wooden cup in his hand and quietly moved sideways a few steps, looking for another angle to see the stall clearly. He looked up and saw a decorative sign hanging on the top of the stall, which was painted with bright colors, completely different from the area where free food was distributed before. On the top was a string of colorful skewers of meat, and the fat of each piece of meat was carefully depicted, surrounded by onions, peppers and other vegetables that he was familiar with or had seen for the first time, which looked extremely tempting.

Below the skewers is a detailed breakdown diagram?
A sheep is painted in the most prominent position, as if to tell the viewer that the meat comes from sheep, not from other sources. The cuts of tenderloin and shoulder are clear at a glance, and the accompanying meat fillings, vegetables and spices are also marked next to them, as if this is not a simple decorative plate, but a carefully crafted work of art. The bright red, green and gold colors are interwoven together, making the food look full of layers and visual impact, and people can feel the richness of the gravy through the pattern.

He stared at the decorative plate, smelled the aroma of meat, and struggled internally. He knew he should save money, after all, five silver sovereigns was not a small amount, but... it smelled too good! He turned his eyes away from the decorative plate and his gaze involuntarily fell on the Duruchi who had already bought the skewers.

The Duruchis held wooden trays with the meat skewers just roasted and pulled off the skewers, which were filled with hot steam and fragrant aroma. The former swiftness had long disappeared. Under the silent and eager gaze of the soldiers, they slowly picked up the skewers and slowly tore off a piece of meat and put it in their mouths. They unconsciously showed a satisfied smile at the corners of their mouths, and even closed their eyes to enjoy the deliciousness of this moment. Every time they tore off a piece of meat, the slightly browned edges of the roasted meat were still a little shiny, which was particularly tempting.

“The skewers are so delicious…hahahaha!”

Some of the Duruchi who had finished eating laughed loudly and placed the wooden plates in designated places. Some exaggeratedly put the wooden plates in front of their faces and licked the remaining vegetables and grease.

He couldn't help swallowing his saliva, his eyes fixed on the pieces of meat, as if he could feel the delicious taste through the air. Just as he was deeply tempted by the aroma, he suddenly heard a low voice.

Several Duruchi were gathered together to discuss something. They were whispering to each other, as if they were thinking about whether to pool their money to buy a skewer of meat to try. Several Duruchi were mumbling and counting the number of copper coins, sometimes showing an expectant look, sometimes showing a hesitant expression, and sometimes talking about how to distribute the skewers of meat to gain the greatest benefit for themselves.

Such temporary partnerships are not uncommon on the Black Ark, but Telankar is aware of the risks involved. If he is not careful, he may end up paying but not getting the meat, and it may even end up in a life-and-death battle.

He struggled for a moment, and finally shook his head, sighed, and forced his eyes away from the skewers. No matter how tempting it was, this kind of luxurious food was ultimately a luxury, and the price was too high. Finally, he took a deep breath, decided to resist the urge, and continued to sip the chicha in his hand. Then he turned and left, continuing to shuttle among the crowd, looking for his next stop.

"Matheran!"

Telankar sighed softly, his mind a little confused. As he walked, he was thinking about how to find a place to place bets during this rare festival, take a gamble, and seize the opportunity to earn a rich return. If he could seize the opportunity, it might bring him his first pot of gold, which would provide a guarantee for his livelihood and equipment in the future.

However, things are often not as smooth as he imagined. After walking for such a long distance, he did not find any stalls to bet on. Instead, he was tempted by the aroma all the way.

This street was full of damn food stalls, specially prepared for the holidays of the Druks, and was full of all kinds of tempting smells. The rich smell of spices, the smoky smell of barbecue, and the aroma of various sauces mixed in the air, even making him feel as if he could smell full without eating.

In his sight, the first thing he saw was a tower-like barbecue grill, with huge chunks of meat piled up layer by layer, with a slightly browned crust, and the gravy slowly sliding down the edge and dripping into the flames below, making a slight sizzling sound and a fragrant aroma. Under the soldiers' watchful eyes, the Duruchi lined up, waiting for the stall owner to cut off slices of golden barbecued meat with a sharp knife.

Going further, he saw a stall with a large pot of stewed seafood. The stall owner was constantly stirring the ingredients in the pot. The shellfish and fish were wrapped in thick sauce, steaming hot, and the aroma was delicious. Unlike other stalls, there was no Duruchi in front of the stall. Instead, there was a group of strange lizards queuing there. While queuing, the lizards kept hissing and chattering.

He knew why. If Duruchi on the Ark were given a choice, he would definitely choose meat instead of seafood that would make him want to vomit.

On the other side of the stall, there were a bunch of fried meatballs, each of which was fried to a crispy, golden and tempting skin, and there were bowls of different dipping sauces to choose from. The crisp sound of biting it seemed to directly stimulate the taste buds, making him want to try it.

His eyes were constantly attracted by the food, and his hunger gradually increased. He felt that what he had just eaten was the same as if he had not eaten at all. He was originally thinking about finding a place to place his bet, but the tempting food street in front of him seemed to guide his steps, gradually shaking his original intention.

His limited rationality kept reminding himself to save money, but the delicacies were too tempting, and the scene before him was something he rarely saw in his daily life.

Maybe it smells really good, or maybe it’s something else, he doesn’t know, and he can’t express it.

His feet that couldn't move made him stop in front of a stall. He sighed. If he could, he really wanted to slap himself. After hesitating for a long time, he reached into the Kaitan and fumbled around, and finally took out a silver sovereign.

He held the Sovereign tightly in his hand, constantly confirming whether he really wanted to use this hard-earned silver coin to enjoy this moment.

On the stall in front of him was a large piece of red food that he couldn't name. The food exuded a sweetness that he couldn't resist. It looked soft and tough, with a fine grainy texture on the surface, and it seemed to sparkle with a charming luster in the sun. He couldn't read, so he could only get some information from the conversations around him. Was this a strange nougat? After gritting his teeth, he handed over the Sovereign and started to queue up.

When it was his turn, the stall owner held a machete in one hand and a wooden tray in the other. Under his gaze, the stall owner swung the machete and cut along the edge. At this moment, his ears blocked out other sounds around him, retaining only the sound of the machete cutting into the nougat. After a while, a large piece of candy was cut off and placed on the wooden tray. Just when he thought he could take over the wooden tray, another Duruchi next to the stall took over the wooden tray.

He did not shout, because he did not think that Duruchi, who was wearing the same clothes as Duruchi with the machete, was stealing his food. Under his gaze, Duruchi took the wooden plate and took out a green fruit that he could not name from the bucket beside him. He saw Duruchi crush the fruit and sprinkle the juice on the food, and then various sauces that seemed to be free of sovereigns were sprinkled all over the food.

After leaving the queue, he couldn't wait to take a bite. In an instant, his taste buds were overwhelmed by the strong impact, first of all, sweetness, a strong and almost overbearing sweetness swept through his mouth, this sweetness hit his soul directly, and it was so sweet that he squinted his eyes.

Then, there was a faint pain, although it was weak, it stood out against the background of sweetness, which surprised him. Then, there was the sour taste, a refreshing and pungent sourness sliding across the tip of the tongue, as if it slightly diluted the sweetness, but there was also a slight bitterness mixed in the sourness, the bitterness was so light that it was hardly noticeable, but the aftertaste was long.

He stared blankly at the nougat in his hand. The taste impact brought by this small piece of food was far beyond his imagination. The sweet, spicy, sour and bitter intertwined together, as if it was a strange journey of taste, which was both strange and irresistible to him. At this moment, he felt unprecedented satisfaction, but also a little overwhelmed. This taste completely broke his conventional perception of food.

He was about to continue chewing the nougat in his mouth, but he didn't expect the candy to stick firmly to his palate. He was stunned for a moment, then began to lick it hard with his tongue, but the candy didn't move at all, as if it was determined to stick to him.

The sweetness and spiciness of the sugar spread wantonly in his mouth, bringing waves of unbearable stimulation and even causing a strong sense of pain. With a hideous and painful expression on his face, he couldn't help but take a sip of chicha to try to dilute the sticky feeling, but with little effect.

He chewed hard a few more times with gnashing teeth, and finally felt the candy loosen a little, but this time it stuck to his jawbone and stayed there, causing an unbearable sourness and stinging pain. He grumbled vaguely, wishing he could just take his jawbone off and throw it away.

As he was struggling, his sight flashed, and he saw a group of female elves dressed in unique clothes appearing not far away. The female elves were tall and straight, with a noble air, and their clothes were neat and tidy, as if they came from another world.

He paused. The female elves were wearing hats, shirts, jackets, exaggerated belts, jeans, and high riding boots that he couldn't name. They were completely different from the ones he usually saw, but they looked indescribably pretty. His eyes subconsciously stayed on the female elves. He knew that some of them were definitely not Duruchi, because they didn't have Duruchi's iconic black hair and black pupils. Asur?
The next second, his eyes were attracted by the leading female elf. Under the brim of the hat, the face slowly appeared in shadow, which made him hold his breath instantly. It was a beauty he had never seen before, a kind of cold and untainted beauty, with delicate features that were almost unreal, and skin that shone slightly in the sun, as if there was some kind of faint halo emanating from the whole body.

His whole body trembled slightly, and he clenched the wooden cup and wooden plate in his hands, trying to hide his loss of composure. However, the next moment, he saw the other person's eyes revealed under the brim of his hat. They were a pair of deep and calm eyes, like a bottomless abyss, revealing a hint of insight that sees through everything. The other person's eyes fell on him calmly, like condensed sea water, but this tranquility made him feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.

He had a strange illusion, as if his soul was completely seen through by the other party. He lost all his defenses in an instant, even his breathing slowed down, and his heartbeat accelerated but he couldn't hide it. He forced himself to calm down and look away, but he couldn't do it at all. Those calm eyes were like an invisible net that trapped him firmly in it.

His palms began to sweat, and his fingers that were tightly gripping the wooden cup and wooden tray turned white due to the force. He felt his heartbeat speed up, as if the wood in his hands was his last connection with reality. However, the other party's eyes were indifferent and cold, as if he didn't really see him at all, just a glance, and he was just a speck of dust in his sight, insignificant and fleeting.

"That piece of candy...did it hit you inside your mouth?" Just then, he heard a chuckle that broke the tension around him. A female elf asked in a teasing tone while gesturing.

He was slightly stunned, not knowing how to respond, and seemed a little dumb.

"Marlene..."

As soon as the words fell, the female elf next to her covered her mouth and laughed, and gently pulled the arm of the female elf who was speaking, as if to remind her to stop.

The leading female elf also smiled slightly, with the corners of her lips curled up slightly. Although the smile was as light as a cloud floating across the sky, it carried a faint chill. Her eyes were still calm, but the smile seemed to make her look more detached, like a distant star, cold and unreachable.

He shook his head woodenly and was about to look away when he suddenly felt something was wrong. He stopped abruptly and found that the scene around him seemed to be frozen by some force. The Drukis around him were all still and lowered their heads, as if they were imprisoned in place by an irresistible force, and even their breathing disappeared.

"Hurry up and lower your head!" A hurried whisper came from the side, and a Druki nearby looked panicked and warned in a low voice.

Telankar came back to his senses instantly, his heart trembled, and he lowered his head hastily, fearing that his eyes would meet the female elf again. At the moment he held his breath, the Duruchis around him gradually resumed their actions, as if the momentary stagnation had never happened.

"Do you want to die?" Duruchi came up angrily, grabbed Telankar's collar, and pulled Telankar closer. His eyes flashed with anger, and he was obviously very dissatisfied with Telankar's reckless behavior. He was ready to raise his fist and hit Telankar in the face. However, when he saw the confusion on Telankar's face, his fist stopped in mid-air and did not fall.

"They..." Telankar asked hesitantly, still feeling uneasy. "The leader is Drusala!" Druch explained in a low voice, with a warning in his tone, "The fiancée of the Witch King's Hand!"

When Telankar heard this, he was shocked. He didn't know who Drusala was, but he knew who the Hand of the Witch King was. Thinking of the moment he looked directly at her, he couldn't help but take a breath, and a fear surged in his heart.

"Those people around her include family members, friends, and some distinguished guests of the Hand of the Witch King. You almost killed us just now. Now, leave here before they can react! Now!" Duruchi glanced at Telankar coldly, loosened his hand that was holding Telankar's collar, and added in a low voice.

Telankar nodded woodenly, trying his best to hide his shock. He knew that his gaze just now was a great offense of disrespect, and such behavior would have serious consequences in the Duruchi society. Fortunately, he did not do anything more rude, and thinking of this, he couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

The next second, his eyes lit up, his body trembled unnaturally, and a sense of uneasiness surged deep in his heart. He knew who Duruchi was talking about. After realizing this, he nodded to Duruchi who reminded him, as a friendly gesture, then lowered his head and walked quickly in the direction where the female elf came from.

He quickly walked through the busy streets of the market, surrounded by noises. The stalls were not only filled with all kinds of delicacies, but also some strangely shaped dried plants, with matching corn cobs placed next to them. Many Duruchi gathered together, puffing out smoke, obviously enjoying themselves. He glanced at them, resisted the urge to look, and continued forward.

He passed by a row of stands filled with bottled wine, with liquids of various colors glittering in the sun, and opposite the wine stands, there were all kinds of strange clothing, and he even saw the strange hats worn by the female elves just now. But at this moment, he had no intention of staying, and there was only one thought in his mind: leave here as soon as possible and go to a place where the crowd is not so dense.

He finally squeezed out of the busy market street and came to a wide intersection. However, the scene before him was not as quiet as he imagined. On the contrary, the flow of people here was denser, and there were Druki and lizards everywhere, crossing each other, and the whole intersection was filled with a noisy and intense atmosphere.

Flags of various colors fluttered on the street corners, with various symbolic patterns, as if guiding people to gather in a common direction. He looked up and couldn't help but gasp. On one side of the intersection stood a huge portrait.

The portrait was of the Witch King Malekith. He was wearing midnight armor, and the dark metal surface emitted a faint luster, as deep and oppressive as the night. His eyes were burning, emitting faint flames, staring at the crowd below, bringing a strong sense of oppression. Even more eye-catching was his gesture. He stretched out an iron finger and pointed straight ahead, as if he was staring at the existence of the portrait, and as if he was silently calling, with an irresistible power.

Telankar shuddered involuntarily. He felt that he was being stared at closely, and his soul was completely exposed under the majestic gaze of the portrait. He took a deep breath and slowly relaxed. Reason told him that this was just a portrait, and the oppression before him was just the majestic aura of the Witch King in the painting.

Just as he calmed down, he noticed that Duruchi and the lizardmen were gathering at the other end of the intersection, as if attracted by the portrait, and walking towards the street where the portrait was hung. He couldn't help but become curious, wondering what happened over there that prompted so many people to gather there.

"The first round of team battle is about to begin!"

When he heard the shouting, his curiosity was instantly ignited, and as the crowd moved forward, he gradually merged into the surging trend.

After walking for a while, he saw the spectacular venue. The huge arena consisted of dozens of rings, each of which was arranged at intervals. Temporary tall stands were built around it, and the surrounding area was crowded with expectant spectators. But just as the shouts said, it was the first round. There were no signs of fighting on the ring, no countless fierce duels, and no contestants waiting to go on stage.

He continued walking forward and was soon attracted by a huge silver flag. There were crowds of people there, which was obviously a particularly lively place in the venue. He moved closer and found that it was the betting area he had been looking for. There were dozens of windows under the flag. Duruchi and the lizards crowded in front of the windows, handing out their sovereigns and wooden signs, and excitedly shouting at the betting teams.

He stood outside and observed for a while, trying to figure out the rules of the betting, but he soon realized that the noise and chaos in this area was far beyond his expectations. Various betting rules and betting information came one after another, and everyone's shouting and talking seemed like a disordered melody, making it difficult for him to discern the logic.

After thinking about it, he decided not to place a bet for the time being. He knew that it was risky to place a bet rashly when he first arrived, especially when he did not fully understand the rules of the game. Acting rashly would only bring unnecessary losses. With a little calmness and caution, he turned around and left the betting area, and followed the crowd to the stands.

In the stands, he found a seat with a relatively good view and sat down. In the distance, the Duruchis were talking about it, and seemed to be looking forward to the upcoming match. Even though his position had a poor view, he could still clearly see the movements of each ring. He felt a little excited, but at the same time reminded himself to stay calm and observe a few matches before making a decision.

Just as he sat down, he suddenly felt the seat next to him being gently pressed. He turned around and saw a small lizard sitting down flexibly. He always remembered the rules of provoking the lizardmen in any way, so he subconsciously moved to the side, trying to distance himself, but the lizard moved a little closer to him, obviously not minding his slight retreat.

Just as he was feeling a little uneasy and thinking about whether to leave, the lizard man gently tore open the burrito in his hand, broke it in half, and handed one half to him, tilting his head and looking at him calmly. He was stunned for a moment, hesitantly looking at the half burrito handed to him, and raised his hand slightly but did not take it, because he was stunned.

He met the lizard's gaze. Those eyes were clear and quiet, with an indescribable gentleness, revealing a look that his father would have when looking at him. Candid? Sincere? Not the calculation and coldness of Drucci, but rather pure kindness.

Under this calm gaze, he felt unexpectedly relaxed for a moment, as if the skin lizard had no purpose. He finally nodded and reached out to take half of the burrito, but when he was about to touch the burrito, the lizard took it back.

"Idiot, he's exchanging with you."

At this moment, a slightly impatient whisper came from the side.

“Oh…oh…”

He responded awkwardly, hurriedly clamped the wooden cup between his legs, and quickly reached out to tear the nougat, but the busier he was, the more messy it became, and the originally complete nougat was torn into pieces. He had to sort out the broken pieces as carefully as possible and handed over a stubborn, slightly large piece of candy that was still stuck to his hand.

The skink tilted its head, obviously not disgusted by the sticky candy, but curious and eager. With a slight smile on its lips, it stretched out three fingers to lightly grab the nougat, and at the same time handed the roll back to the hot-blooded one.

The lizard and the strange man completed the transaction silently in a flash.

Telankar picked up the burrito and took a bite. The crust was soft and crispy, with a strong meaty and spicy flavor. The meaty filling was full of spices and had a rich and layered taste. He instantly felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

The Skin Lizard brought the nougat close to his mouth and sniffed it, then put the whole piece of candy into his mouth. As a result, the candy immediately stuck to his fangs. He blinked, his eyes showing surprise, obviously not expecting the candy to be so sticky. He tried to lick the candy off with his tongue, but found that the more he licked, the stickier it became. The candy stuck firmly between his teeth and tongue, leaving him in a dilemma.

He grunted, narrowed his eyes slightly, and tried to force the candy down again, but the candy thread became longer and longer. In the end, he could only reach out and carefully pull the candy thread, breaking a little, and sticking it to another finger, turning it into a messy sweet disaster.

When Telankar heard the chuckle coming from behind, he turned around and saw the lizard dancing with its claws and fangs bared. Seeing the lizard fighting with the sugar, he couldn't help laughing. At this moment, he knew why he attracted the attention of the group of female elves when he was in the market.

Hearing the laughter, the lizard glanced at him in dissatisfaction, and then continued to fight with the sugar. He also looked behind him, and when he turned around, he spread his left hand on the top of the wooden cup, and blocked the mouth of the cup tightly with his whole hand. I saw a Duruchi sitting not far behind him, laughing, putting something into his mouth, knocking it, and spitting it out.

But what caught his attention was not Duruchi's food, but Duruchi's red belt.

At this moment, he suddenly realized something. He remembered that when he was in the shed, the Duruchi who stopped other Duruchi from attacking the lizard also had the same belt as the Duruchi in front of him. In the street in the market, the Duruchi who made him bow his head and let him escape also had a red belt.

"I am a guide, responsible for maintaining order in secret." After noticing Telankar's gaze, Duruchi smiled indifferently and said casually.

"I'm in charge here. Ah, look, a guest has arrived." The guide spat out the melon seed shells in his mouth, clapped his hands, straightened his robe, stood up, and said casually. After looking around, he suddenly turned to Telankar and continued calmly, "I can feel that you have a lot of confusion. Now, there is still some time."

"What are the rules of the game?" Telankar understood in an instant. He knew why the fist didn't fall, but urged him to leave immediately. But he didn't intend to dwell on it. He asked the most confusing question in his heart.

"I know, but there's not enough time to tell you. You're cautious and smart. You'll understand after watching one round. By the way, there's a pawn shop on that street over there. I hope you won't go there. Goodbye, and have a good vacation." The guide smiled and shook his head. After that, he turned and walked into the crowd, blending into the bustling audience.

The surrounding stands became increasingly lively, with more Duruchi and Lizardmen flocking to the stands, waiting for the game to begin.

Telankar glanced at the lizard beside him and found that the lizard had finally ended the battle with Nougat with a smug look on its face, obviously having achieved a great victory in this sweet contest.

The Skin Lizard bit off the other half of the burrito without hesitation, ate it slowly, and then took off the small cloth bag hanging around his waist and took out a handful of things. After noticing the curious gaze of the warm-blooded, he tilted his head to look over, stretched out his claws, and signaled the warm-blooded to take it.

Telankar quickly waved his hand to refuse, indicating that he had nothing to exchange. However, the lizard stubbornly stretched its claws closer, insisting that he accept it. He smiled helplessly, trying to show a friendly expression, and lowered his head slightly to take the thing handed over by the lizard.

He opened his palm and saw that the lizard handed him a few golden and crispy fried insects. The oily surface reflected in the sun, exuding a unique fragrance and a slightly greasy smell. He suddenly thought of the insect he saw on the wooden board when he received the food. The insect in his hand was exactly the same. The strange thing was that the smell did not disgust him, but instead had a strange attraction that made him subconsciously want to taste it.

He couldn't help but look up at the lizard, only to see the lizard pick up another fried insect from the bag, put it into its mouth, and began to chew it carefully. The lizard's expression was calm and focused, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and his movements were slow and enjoyable. He suddenly doubted his own eyes, as if he saw a hint of satisfaction on the lizard's face, as if fried insects were the lizard's favorite delicacy.

He looked down at the insects in his palm, half out of curiosity and half infected by the lizard's enjoyment, and finally mustered up the courage to pick up one and gently put it into his mouth. He tried to take a bite, the shell was crispy, with a slightly salty fragrance, and it was not as juicy as he imagined, but instead his mouth was full of oil.

Just as he picked up the wooden cup and took a sip of wine, cheers came from all around, and the contestants entered the venue. (End of this chapter)