Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

"You have seen these days that some lizardmen are wearing glittering gold metal. That is not copper or bronze, but gold. Gold and gems are everywhere on this continent.

But... to them, these priceless gold and gems are just decorations... not wealth as we understand it." After seeing the speechless looks of the crowd, Dacus was not embarrassed at all. He had already trained to the level he was at now, and it was indeed the case.

He patiently explained, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He deliberately lowered his voice, but his voice was still loud. "Let me tell you a little secret. In the rain forest in the north, there is a temple city called Chakua. It has a prefix, "Golden City". By the way, Chapeyuto, where we are now, also has a prefix, "Sunken City."

After saying that, he smiled and looked at Sieglin. The other Asur present might not understand the meaning of the Sunken City, but Sieglin, who had been in charge of Twilight Fortress for a long time, must understand it.

"The City of Gold... the whole city is made of gold?" Bel-Aihor swallowed his saliva and asked in disbelief. He was a native of Lothern. In his world, Lothern was the most prosperous city in the world, but...

"I can tell you very clearly that not only Asheril, but the entire continent belongs to me. This is why Asheril appeared. There is inexhaustible wealth here. In the north, there is a gem mine. In Asheril, there is a silver mountain. These two are what we are currently mining. There are many...many...many that we have not mined yet."

Marlene looked at Sieglin, who nodded with a gloomy face in response to her question.

Asur of Twilight Fortress once explored the north, and the adventurous Beloda went deep into New Baker Harbor for reconnaissance. One of the team members became the earliest elven vampire.

In the end, the elven vampire died in the Sea of ​​Claws, killed by Cowell's duel sword.

New Baker Harbor is near the "Starlight City" Asroto, which is in the central part of Lustria. The Turtle Islands on the left side of the Sotek Ridge in the west and the Serpent Islands in the east are all within the exploration range of the Asur, and the nearby Cochen Plain is also within the exploration range of the Asur.

Finarfin is from the Kingdom of Yvresse, but after living in Twilight Keep for a long time, he considers the Arenur Peninsula his home. Unlike most Asur colonists who prefer to seek stability in the archipelago, he plans to build a manor in the Korchen Plain, but now...

Just as she was about to say something, Marlene was stunned. She saw Dacus covering his face with his hands. Then, she saw Dulias standing up not far away. The admiral stood up with a serious expression, straightened his robe, and walked towards the fence.

"It's a long time, we don't need this moment, let's watch the show first."

Dacus's holding of the Wine Festival during this period was not a whim. He considered many aspects, from economy, order to culture, and then to faith, politics and reform. Every detail was carefully planned, and the benefits he gained were so great that he could not kill three birds with one stone.

The program is one of them. No matter in which world, all culture or literature belongs to a certain class and a certain political line. Literature for literature, literature above class, and literature that is parallel to or independent of politics do not actually exist.

He knew the Duruchi people too well. If he directly instilled rules and concepts into them, not only would the Duruchi people not accept them, but they might also cause resistance.

Therefore, through performances and storytelling that the Duruchis love to hear and hear, we can cleverly implant a lot of information that Dakus needs, hide the rules and concepts in a series of gripping stories, and spread ideas and values ​​to the audience. This will allow the Duruchis to unconsciously accept these views in laughter or emotion, and subtly influence their behavior and thinking.

The first day's performance was "Aenarion's Sacrifice", which was originally planned to be performed before the first round of the competition, but the attendance rate during that period was not ideal, so it was finally moved to before the start of the second round of the competition. Through Aenarion's feat of throwing himself into the sacred fire, the importance of responsibility and sacrifice was implied, and the descendants of Aenarion understood Aenarion's greatness and dedication.

The descendants of Aenarion do not refer to blood, but spirit, just like the descendants of the dragon...wait, this is the core of a nation.

The second day's performance was "Dragon Guardian", performed by Tolandir and special guest Splinterwin, depicting a story of a red dragon and an elf working together to protect a piece of land, expressing cooperation and pure power while hinting at the importance of cooperation. In the end, the way they left the stage was very explosive, with Splinterwin in human form turning into a giant dragon, carrying Tolandir away from the arena in the eyes of the Drukkis with all kinds of emotions.

The show on the third day was "My Cold-Blooded Friend". The leading actor was still Tolandil, but this time the special guest was Chupacoco. The two of them performed a show about getting to know each other through exchanging items on the street corner, but not falling in love. This was too fucking weird... The story of getting to know each other and becoming friends guided Duruchi on how to correctly communicate with the spirit lizards.

The fourth day's performance was "The Story of Aenarion", which sang Aenarion's deeds through martial arts.

Wugong songs are not martial arts or mental formulas, but literary terms. They are long story poems with thousands or even tens of thousands of lines popular in France from the 11th to the 14th century. They are usually written in ten-syllable verses and mainly praise the martial arts achievements of the feudal ruling class. More specifically, they glorify the emperor, promote loyalty to the emperor, and condemn the rebellion of the nobles. They have certain positive significance at the stage of historical development at that time.

The most famous is "The Song of Roland", which tells the story of Roland, one of the Twelve Knights of Charlemagne, who fought against the Basques at the Roncesvalles Pass until his death.

Tolandil understood what Dacreus said. It was as easy as drinking water for him. In the future, various versions will be derived with Aenarion as the anchor. Maybe one day...

Today's performance is "The Oath of the Hell Disaster Family"...

"Asuyan, it's a mistake for me to stand here, it's a mistake! I should have gone to the performance, do you know how this feels?" Maranul spread his hands, his words contained many emotions, seriousness, earnestness and so on, but there was no teasing, joking or sarcasm.

Cowell, who is good at livening up the atmosphere, did not say anything this time, but nodded and made an expression that said, "I understand." He knows when to speak, what not to say, and what to say when speaking. Maranul is now talking and expressing, not seeking anything.

Durias, who was standing in front of the fence, turned his head and looked at his son without saying anything. When he saw that Dacus was no longer sitting and was walking towards him, he nodded to Dacus.

"We are here for more important things." Daxus said in a low voice.

He knew what his uncle was thinking at this moment. The Hellbane Family's oath was the first time it was performed publicly, and it had a lot of meaning. Colonia was not in the private room, but in the venue surrounded by actors and family members, she played the role of the family mother. He, Maranul and Dulias, as family members, should have participated, just like Godu's Christmas speech, but as he said, there were more important things now.

Also, there is no such thing as a Hellbane Family Oath. He made it up, based on the Oath of Fëanor.

Fëanor and his seven sons made a terrible oath in Tirion. They swore that whoever possessed the Silmarils would take them back at all costs. This terrible oath could not be spoken lightly, but once spoken, it was unbreakable. In the years that followed, driven by the oath, Fëanor and his sons caused conflicts and tragedies again and again.

But there were no Silmarils in the world where Darkius lived, only power and the Chaos Gods... He couldn't predict what would happen in the future, he could only try his best to avoid them. This oath was like a patch.

"My nephew...is this necessary?"

"Before you ask, you already have the answer in your heart, my uncle." Daxus did not directly answer Dulias' question, and then he raised his voice, "Times have changed. In the next fifty years, a soldier may have ten children, and these children will have more children, a large family. They should learn how to get along with their family properly, instead of like before."

He deliberately said the following words to the Asur to add weight and express his position. He believed that the Asur could understand the meaning of his words. This means that the Duruci society is recovering and regaining vitality. A soldier can have fifty offspring in a hundred years, a hundred soldiers, a thousand soldiers... Naggaroth and Asheril have more than this number of soldiers.

At this moment, the show began. There were no fancy performances, no swordplay, no gorgeous magic. The Hell Disaster Family was well-known in the Druch society.

Nothing was needed, only Colonia stood on the platform, holding a torch in his left hand and pointing his sword with his right hand. Tolandil played Daquus, Riel played Maranul, and the children of the family such as Celile, Hoha, and Vizilin formed a tight inner circle, shoulder to shoulder, with their swords overlapping and their blades meeting Colonia's sword. More children of the family in the outer circle held up swords and torches, surrounding them layer by layer, and the flames burned, illuminating the entire venue.

"them……"

"What is this doing?"

"Are they...taking an oath?" This scene caused the audience to discuss, and whispers spread among them. Some Duruchi frowned, obviously not understanding what was happening. This scene was too solemn and dignified. It was completely devoid of the entertainment they had expected, and there was no exaggeration that a stage play should have.

In the private room, Daxus raised Viszar, and Dulias and his son also raised their swords.

Ryan took a step back and looked at his brother in the distance. His brother smiled and nodded at him.

Telankar sat quietly in the stands, not participating in the discussion, but watching the performance that was about to begin, or... the oath?
"No matter friend or foe, let alone good or evil;

Whether it is a powerful king or a traitor who betrays his loyalty;

Whether it be elves or humans, or the remnants of that ancient age;

Whether it is law or friendship, or an alliance built by swords;

Fear, threats, even destruction itself, cannot shake the blood and will of the Herban family! "

The family members began to recite the oath in a low voice, and their voices gradually became clearer and firmer, from soft to loud, gradually forming an irresistible force. Every voice was resolute and pious, and every oath was full of loyalty and faith to the family.

Soon, their voices trembled as they swore, not because of fear, but because of excitement. The excitement from the inside out made their bodies tremble slightly, and the hands holding the long swords also trembled slightly. Their eyes were filled with scorching light, as if the light on the blade penetrated their souls.

“We, the descendants of the Hellbane family, are united around Madam Anasara, as tight as a chain of steel;

No matter the conspiracy is hidden in the darkness, or the enemy is blatantly fighting;

We will find! Cut off! Eradicate all the evil roots that try to destroy the unity of the family! No matter how it is disguised, how deeply it is hidden, or how far away from our sight! "

The audience held their breath, their confusion was gradually replaced by shock, and at this moment, the entire venue was plunged into deep solemnity and awe. Even the most frivolous Drucci could not help but straighten his back, as if he was witnessing an ancient and inviolable ceremony.

Telankar was stunned. The scene before him seemed to have some kind of power beyond reality, striking his heart. A familiar figure suddenly emerged in his mind, his father. The man with a bad temper who often got angry at him, but who taught him bit by bit how to survive on the Black Ark and the sea.

A complex emotion emerged in his lowered eyes. The teachings that once disgusted and even bored him now became so familiar and heavy, even with an inexplicable nostalgia. These teachings had saved him more than once.

"Father...Father..."

He turned his gaze to where the torches gathered. The figures of the children of the Hell's Disaster Family were tough and determined, and their oaths poured into his ears like a torrent. The atmosphere of unity and solidarity made his chest ache, and he couldn't help but mutter in a low voice.

In the distance, Aspern, a contestant, paused. The overlapping sword lights, the solemn oaths, and the figures of the family members surrounding the torches penetrated his heart and struck deep into his soul. His eyes trembled slightly, and complex emotions flashed in his eyes.

At that moment, he felt a hand on his shoulder. The hand was warm and steady, with a familiar power from the past. His body suddenly froze, and he couldn't help but turn his head stiffly, but he was stunned the moment he turned his head.

His father was standing beside him, his eyes were deep and gentle. His heart was shocked, his father had never looked at him in such an expression, no criticism, no majesty, only tenderness and comfort.

"I'm so proud of you, my child."

Aspern's eyes widened, and a huge wave of emotion surged in his heart. This was his father, the father who was always cold and strict, the father who had never shown him any tenderness! But at this moment, his father's eyes were like a warm ocean, wrapping him up layer by layer. His throat was tightly blocked, and no words could come out of his mouth. He could only swallow hard, trying to suppress the surging emotions.

He felt a hand gently patting his shoulder, and then slowly moving away. When he came to his senses, his father had returned to his teammates, leaving only an empty sight and the hustle and bustle gradually returning around him. He took a deep breath and looked at the blazing torch again. The overlapping sword lights seemed to pull him back to reality, but there was still an indescribable emotion surging in his chest.

"Maybe... our family should have it too?" The masked Loxia murmured in a low voice.

“This is our oath!

We will use blood and swords to protect the glory and unity of the Hell's Disaster Family until the end of the world!
If anyone betrays this oath, may darkness devour our souls for eternity without end;

May the earth reject our feet and the sea abandon us.

The border of light and shadow bears witness to our oath. May Mistress Anasara remember, may the ancestors of Hell's Disaster remember, may the enemies and traitors of the family remember: the unity and strength of Hell's Disaster are unshakable and will last forever! "

In the private room, Vizar glowed stunningly in the light of the fire, and Daquus's gaze was firm and deep, seeming to penetrate the walls of the room and blend into the overlapping images of torches and swords outside.

"The oath of the disaster of hell will last until death!"

His voice was intertwined with the shouts. Although it was not as loud as the voices outside the stadium, it carried a power that could not be ignored.

"The unity and strength of Hell's Plague are unshakable and will last forever!"

Durias and his son shouted in unison. At this moment, their faces seemed to be burning with some kind of excitement buried deep in their hearts. As the oath sounded, their eyes became more determined, and the swords in their hands seemed to shine with this belief.

The Asur in the private room were infected by this atmosphere and stood up one after another. They felt not only the power of the Hell Disaster Family, but also the responsibility and honor of being connected by blood.

At this moment, no matter whether they were in the private room, on the platform, or as spectators in the stands, everyone was deeply moved by the shock and power of the oath.

Daxus slowly turned around and put Viszar back on the walking belt, his movements smooth and natural. He took a deep breath, raised one hand, and gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Sorry, I lost my composure. What happened just now... I guess you can understand that this oath means a lot to our family." He said with a smile, his tone calm and relaxed.

The Asurs in the room were silent for a moment and nodded slightly. Although their expressions remained as elegant and calm as usual, one could still see some signs of being touched in their eyes.

"Okay, where were we talking about just now? Oh, right, the economy! Yes, the economy!" Dacus calmed down, clapped his hands, and changed his tone, revealing his usual wisdom and humor, as if the emotion just now was just a momentary illusion. (End of this chapter)