Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

“Welcome to the future.”

Colonia, who was walking in the front, spoke calmly, her voice echoing in the noisy workshop. After she finished speaking, she did not cover her mouth and nose, even though the workshop lacked effective dust removal equipment, causing the entire workshop to be filled with smoke and dust.

Because she is a sorceress...her magic can isolate the dust and prevent it from contaminating her at all.

In just a few days, she returned to her normal self, no longer trapped in the torment of magic backlash. Now, her eyes were no longer dark and blind, she regained her former sharpness, and there was no longer any dark and dead silence in her eyes, but instead, she was full of wisdom and coldness, and of course, she was a little crazy occasionally.

As the Minister of the Ministry of Industry of Druki and the Director of the Institute of Industry, she was at the forefront. Her duty today was to lead the Vaal priests from Elsin Alvin on a tour. Let the Vaal priests experience the customs and hospitality of Naggaroth. Of course, this experience was positive, which was completely opposite to what the labor dispatchers experienced.

As for what to visit...

After Daxus dealt with the affairs of Gorond, he returned to Nagarond with a small number of people, including Genevieve, Bel-Ahor, Karahir, and others, along with Koran's black guards.

Flanais stayed in Gorond to coordinate the work as his spokesperson; Ryan also stayed in Gorond, and was going to follow the troops attacking Hal Gansi to meet the Kane Assassins, after all, Hal Gansi was the base camp of the Kane Assassins; Vetier also stayed in Gorond, and stayed beside Newkel with Kesley to prevent possible assassinations.

But Daxus was not in Naggarond now, but on the Sea of ​​Malice, on the black ark Nagol. He arrived in Naggarond in the morning, and after arriving, he first went to the Black Tower of Malekith, that's for sure, and then he called out Malekith, who was peeping and emo in the throne room, to relax.

The whole process was very simple. After the black steel door of the throne room slowly opened, Daquus, who was standing at the door, nodded to Malekith, and then Malekith stood up and walked towards the door.

There were no weird conversations, like...

"I'm sorry. I killed your mother. I'm so sorry about that."

"Dakeus, I have no mother anymore. You are all I have for the rest of my life."

As if nothing had happened, as if Morathi was still alive, the two walked side by side, out of the black tower and onto the assault ship.

Under the influence of magic, he was not wearing "Kryon" with gas mask function. He wore the classic skin that never changed for thousands of years. With his hands behind his back, he walked side by side with Malekith, behind Colonia, Bel-Ahor, Karahir and the priests of Vaal.

Hirsis and Kolan were hanging far behind them, in a very delicate position, a position where they could hear the orders but not hear what they whispered.

By the way... walking in front is Marest's agent, a legitimate spy with an official position: Estelle Celadre.

This spy of Queen Marest did not need to be responsible for the trade connection between Duruchi and Ainir, that was Kaia's job. So, she was taken to Naggaroth by Dacus, and in Dacus' words: If you want to see, see enough.

Now, she is in the process of watching.

There are no blast furnaces, no converters, and no open-hearth furnaces, because the first workshop of a steel plant is used to prepare raw materials, that is, to crush, screen, wash, mix, and other raw materials used for steelmaking such as iron ore, coke, and limestone, and complete the work before they are introduced into the blast furnace.

The original iron ore needs to be crushed, washed and screened. After these three processes, the iron ore will become uniform particles of 5-30 mm. Of course, it can also be thrown directly into the blast furnace, but doing so will lead to a series of problems, such as being bad for the blast furnace, impurities in the steel produced, and other technical problems.

Although the scene before him was unremarkable to Dacus, it was undoubtedly shocking to the visitors.

The moment the Vaal priests stepped into the workshop, they could not take their eyes off the scene before them. Their expressions changed from initial confusion to shock, and finally solidified into a complex expression that was almost awe.

boom……

The roar of the machine sounded like a red dragon breathing, and the air was filled with the smell of metal and ore. The huge crusher crushed the raw iron ore, and the hard ore was squeezed and ground between the steel gears, making a dull and powerful impact sound.

In the minds of the Vaal priests, iron and steel were gifts from God, gifts they earned through sacrifice and reverence. Instead of being ruthlessly squeezed, screened, and crushed by machines, becoming industrial raw materials for mass production. Even after they had given instructions, they still couldn't imagine that all of this could be controlled so precisely, analyzed and processed so calmly.

Bel-Ahor's face froze. He took a deep breath and looked at the machines, craftsmen and slaves in the workshop with complicated eyes. Unlike his brother, he was not specialized in sea battles and was ready to follow the path of his father. As the second son, he was now a man who knew a little bit of everything but was not proficient in anything, and had no specific direction for the future.

This is a common problem among Asur nobles, and he is one of them, because the life of elves is particularly long.

Tyrion is the best example. He knows everything and has been exposed to everything, including studying, fighting, plundering, adventuring, doing business, investing, making friends, trying to become the Champion of the Everqueen, etc. Of course, as the protagonist, he does better than most Asur nobles.

Bel-Ehor could fight, use long-range and short-range weapons, and command a ship as a captain. He also studied countless books in the White Tower of Hoeth, exploring the laws governing the world. But all this before him...

It was not magic, but a force he had never come into deep contact with, a product of pure physics, chemistry and engineering, a product beyond his understanding.

"This... this is really not magic?" he muttered in a low voice, as if talking to himself.

Karahir, who was standing next to Bel-Ahor, had a twinkling look in his eyes and unconsciously clenched his cloak with his fingers. He was as excited and shocked as the other elves who were visiting for the first time. He tried his best not to show his shock, but his expression and actions still betrayed him.

Coming out of Laurent, he had never seen such a scene before. It was like a 73-year-old Li Hongzhang bringing an embassy to Xinxiang...

Although he had been to the textile factory in Asherel and had taken a look around, the textile factory and the steel factory presented two different things, things that he could not describe in words.

He could feel that Duruchi was shaping a new world, a world forged of iron and fire.

Estelle was also completely immersed in the shock, her eyes carefully observing every machine, every conveyor belt, and every movement of the craftsman.

She kept all of this in mind without making a sound, but was secretly shocked. She had thought that the strength of the Duruchi was limited to their army, their conspiracy, their dark magic, and their alliance with the Lizardmen, but now she realized that the truly terrifying thing was these steel behemoths in front of her. They represented the future of the Duruchi, a force that could completely rewrite the rules of war.

Dacreus and Malekith, who were walking behind, walked side by side and watched the scene in front of them quietly.

"Interesting." Malekith finally spoke, with a rare hint of interest in his tone. He was very satisfied with the reactions of the elves. "The priests of Vaal have finally realized that their magic is ultimately no match for our craftsmen and machines."

"The priests of Val worship the god of forging. They think they are the masters of steel and fire. But in fact..." Dacus smiled softly. At the end, he shrugged and watched the expressions of the priests of Val change quietly.

He knew that the forging skills of these priests were top-notch in the entire elven world. They claimed to be the masters of steel and fire, and controlled the most exquisite forging technology in the elven world. After all, they believed in Val, the god who was proficient in hammering and smelting.

Although the Vaal priests participated in the improvement of the technology of the Lizardmen and the textile factory when they stayed in Asheril, the problem was that their cognition was still stuck in the past. After all, the technology of the Lizardmen was also stuck in the past, and the textile factory was not as shocking as everything now. Crucibles, anvils, forging hammers, hammer by hammer, forging divine weapons, this was once their proud tradition, but now compared with everything in front of them, it seems like a symbol of backwardness, with a strong generation gap.

In their eyes, iron and fire are sacred gifts. Only with the blessing of sacrifices and rituals can metals be forged into supreme weapons and carry the will of the gods.

However, the scene before them completely shattered their cognition. Steel was no longer a gift from God, but a resource completely controlled by reason, science and technology.

There are no shrines, no complicated rituals, no prayers during casting, and even no awe on the faces of the craftsmen. Instead, there are huge machines, precise calculations, stable production processes, and craftsmen and slaves who are trained to be assembly line tools.

Although there is Hecate's mark on the huge machine...

This is not only a technological innovation, but also a revolution in thinking.

“Steel is not a gift from God, but a material that can be controlled, mass-produced, and optimized.”

Daxus knew that this was a huge gap between the old and new cognitions. Traditional Vaal believers were still obsessed with the sacredness of steel, while Duruchi had long regarded steel as a tool of war, the cornerstone of the empire, and a resource that could be infinitely developed and utilized.

In the industrial furnace, forging is no longer a ritual but an exact science.

"You are good at forging divine weapons and hammering out powerful artifacts. Your skills are indeed impeccable, but... can you also forge 100,000 equally sharp swords? Can you provide equally sturdy armor for every soldier? Can your skills support a war involving millions of people?" Daxus spoke slowly, his voice low but with an unquestionable cold reality.

The priests were silent. Their eyes wavered for a moment, but they quickly concealed it.

However, this scene did not happen, and there is no point in asking this question. These Vaal priests who came to Naggaroth were positioned as senior engineers by Daxus.

In the future, the Vaal priests will become the backbone of the Institute of Industry, responsible for optimizing and upgrading equipment, managing everything related to industry, and normalizing it. After reigning in Ulthuan, they will form a fixed model to promote the development of the elven society.

Therefore, there was no need for Dakus to ask all these irrelevant questions. He knew that the Val priests could not fully accept the reality before them. Their beliefs and ideals were facing an unprecedented impact, but this was not important.

Real change will not happen at this moment, but will slowly permeate and settle with the passage of time, and eventually become an irreversible trend.

He did not continue to force the priests to express their opinions, but chose the simplest and most effective method, allowing them to see for themselves, think for themselves, and draw their own conclusions.

"Let them adapt slowly. Time will make them understand." He retracted his gaze and continued walking forward.

Malekith watched coldly, a faint smile appearing behind his visor. His eyes passed over the Vaal priest and finally fell on the roaring machines.

"They will eventually accept reality. They will understand that steel does not belong to God, but to those who control it," he said lightly.

"Of course. Otherwise, they will be eliminated by the times." Dacus shrugged.

however……

Some things were beyond his expectations.

Perhaps it was Asheril's experience that played a role, or perhaps Colonia had laid some foreshadowing when communicating with the priests of Val, or perhaps it was simply the scene before them that tore apart the remaining arrogance and obsession in their hearts in the cruelest way.

In any case, the questioning, arguing, and even angry resistance that Daxus had expected did not occur.

The shock lasted only for a moment.

No questions, no confusion, no arguments.

When reality was presented to them in an irrefutable way, they responded quickly, not with rejection, but with acceptance, understanding and adaptation.

They stubbornly adhered to their beliefs, but did not fall into fanatical resistance when their traditions were challenged. On the contrary, after getting Colonia's permission, they quickly adjusted their mindsets and began to actively approach the huge steel creations to understand, feel, and find their own place.

In this rolling industrial torrent, they chose to go with the flow rather than stand against the trend and be ruthlessly swallowed up.

They began to move, entering a strange mode, "You are my eyes, leading me to appreciate the changes of the four seasons."

The priests who had regained their sight led their companions who still held on to traditional ideas, walking one by one through the workshop.

The traditional priests stroked the huge machines with their fingers, feeling the temperature and roar of the machines, while the priests with clear eyes explained and stared at the precise conveyor belts, observing the whole process of metal being reshaped in them.

They are no longer just craftsmen who believe in fire and hammers, but are trying to understand a new language, a language about industry and machinery.

They talked in low voices, sharing what they saw and felt, with excitement and awe mixed in their voices. Some murmured about the Val, some studied the process carefully, and some asked some technical questions.

They are not resisting, but trying to find a new order, looking for the possibility of integration between old beliefs and modern industry.

"Faster than I expected." Daxus watched the scene quietly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The Vaal priests did not struggle to cling to the past, but like true craftsmen, they faced reality with reason, adapted to new rules, and absorbed new knowledge.

They are not lost, they are just evolving.

Perhaps, this is the wisdom of Val.

The corners of Daxu's mouth rose slightly, his eyes deep.

"It seems that our future has begun to take shape." Malekith spoke slowly, with a hint of satisfaction in his tone, but then he suddenly changed the subject and asked a question that had nothing to do with the scene in front of him, "You seem to be optimistic about Eltharion?" (End of this chapter)