Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

This question came without warning, and was even a little abrupt, but Daquus was not surprised. He knew that Malekith was always like this, always asking well-thought-out questions at unexpected times to pry into other people's intentions, even if these intentions were completely insignificant, or even just a simple test to see how the other party would answer.

He did not rush to answer, but let out a breath gently, as if he was thinking, or as if he was weighing some more hidden meaning.

"Hmm... the word 'optimistic' may not be accurate." Daxus tilted his head slightly and looked at Malekith with a faint smile on his lips. "But compared to the others, he is indeed a good chess piece?"

"A chess piece?" Malekith's tone was indistinguishable. "So, you don't think he's an ally worth cultivating, but just a tool to be used?"

"He has much less pride than he is willing to admit. He knows how to weigh the pros and cons, when to fight and when to retreat, and most importantly..."

Daku paused, looking subtly at the Vaal priests in the distance who were carefully studying the smelting process, as if this scene had some kind of echoing connection with their conversation.

“He’s open to new things.”

"Then why not choose him? He is the son of Finubar." Malekith was silent for a moment, then sneered, with an imperceptible sharpness flashing in his eyes.

"Him? No way!"

"Oh?" Malekith tilted his head slightly, revealing a hint of interest. "What's the reason?"

"Although he is a good choice, he lacks some qualities..." Daxus frowned slightly, as if he couldn't clearly explain what the missing part was.

His gaze slowly fell on Bel-Ahor, watching the young Asur trying to talk to the Vaal priests, trying to understand what they were discussing, with an outsider's desire for the unknown, and also with a sense of alienation that could not fully integrate.

"I don't know how to describe it, but you should understand?" Daqians retracted his gaze and looked at Malekith.

This sentence made Malekith fall into a brief contemplation. He did not respond immediately. With his hands folded, he used the iron fingers of his right hand to knock on the armor on his left arm, making a low metallic echo, as if he was calculating something, or as if he was recalling Daquus' words.

After a moment's silence, he nodded slightly, and his armor collided slightly with this action, making a slight metallic sound.

"I understand. I know what you're saying." He finally said, his voice deep and profound, with a hint of thoughtfulness. "So...what are you going to do with him?"

His eyes fell on Dacus, and those flames containing endless conspiracy and wisdom seemed to be trying to analyze Dacus' intentions.

"I am happy to teach him." He continued, his tone calm but sharp, "I don't mind at all, just like when we first met."

Daxus did not respond immediately, but tilted his head slightly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was reminiscing about the past, or weighing some possibilities.

"I don't plan to arrange for him." He spoke slowly, his tone relaxed and calm, as if he didn't care about the answer to this question at all.

“I just had to watch him go down that path on his own.”

"Which way?"

Daxus did not answer immediately. Instead, he slowly raised his head and looked at the machines in operation in the distance. The blazing firelight reflected a jumping light in his eyes, making his eyes look even deeper and more distant.

It is the flame of industry, a new world interwoven with steel and order. It burns away the shadows of the old era, drives out corruption, and forges a new order.

"The road ahead!" Daxus whispered, as if answering Malekith, or as if talking to himself.

"Although I am not like you, I know that there is always more than one path forward." Malekith narrowed his eyes, looked at Dacus thoughtfully, and then said slowly.

"So, it's too early for us to talk about this now." Daxus chuckled and shrugged, his eyes still fixed on the blazing flames, as if he was staring at a future that had not yet taken shape.

In his opinion, Aris's fate was predetermined, so he would solemnly say to Aris: Your future lies in Elsing Alvin.

And Aris's smile was particularly miserable and ironic, because he seemed to understand?

Dacus didn't mind Aris shooting an arrow at him, and he didn't mind Aris shooting an arrow at Moras. On the contrary, he was very happy to do so, just like completing a testimony, just like completing an achievement that was difficult to trigger and achieve under certain conditions.

He also didn't mind that after Druki landed in Ulthuan, Aris led the Nagarys troops to beat Druki. After all, this was a war, a life-and-death war, and it all depended on ability. Druki was beaten, that was pure inexperience, the preliminary work was not done well, it was his and Malekith's fault.

But he cared about other things, such as the destruction of the steel mills in Naggarond, which were still not visible.

So you, ah...right.

Although this was also a way of war, he could not accept it.

Daxus actually said everything that needed to be said. If Aris came to Naggaroth again, he wouldn't mind imitating Alandrian at all, and the hunting lineup would be stronger and more luxurious.

After all, he looked a bit like Alandrian, didn't he? Alandrian liked hunting, and so did he, although the things they hunted were not in the same dimension. But he didn't have two crazy daughters who believed in Kane and a wife who was hard to describe.

His power of destiny is always in effect, and it is getting stronger and stronger, and the aura radiates a wider range. Although it is becoming more and more useless now, after all, everyone who should know has known, and everyone who should die has died.

But it can also be used in other places, such as finding out those hidden in the crowd, just like he discovered Genevieve and Manfred. Now, he doesn't have to ask one by one, he can recognize them at a distance with just a glance.

Therefore, there were several turning points in Aris's fate. One was that he came to Naggaroth again, made a big fuss, and was killed; the other was that he fought with Druki after Druki landed in Ulthuan and died on the battlefield.

Of course, there are other situations, such as Aris meeting Malekith again in Ulthuan. At that time, Aris's fate will have two turning points, one is to be killed by Malekith, or to kill Malekith in return, or to reach a reconciliation.

The matter between Aris and Malekith is between them, and Dacreus will not interfere, no matter what the outcome, just like he will not interfere in the matter between Malekith and the white dwarf. Dacreus told Aris this.

If the two of them reach a reconciliation, all the conditions will be triggered, and there will be no place for Aris in Nagaryeth. This is related to politics, race and the past.

The affairs of Nagareth are the affairs of Nagareth, which are fundamentally different from the affairs of Duruchi and Asur. The former is more like an internal problem, while the latter is more like a confrontation at the national level.

The land of Nagarys must be divided among the veterans of Duruchi. This is a bonus, a promise, and an agreement. We can't let the old Qin people shed blood and tears.

However, Dacus could not do it. He did not have the ability to let Duruchi live in the west of Nagareth, let Aris rule the east of Nagareth, and let the two waves of people who had fought to the death sit down as if nothing had happened. What did the old Qin people think? This was his base.

The most recognized conflicts that are difficult to reconcile: religious conflicts, ethnic conflicts, and class conflicts. Nagareth has some of these conflicts, and when they are combined together, they become even more complicated and difficult to deal with.

Therefore, it was inevitable that Aris left Nagarythe and went to Elsin Arwen. In addition to Aris, there were also residents living in the eastern part of Nagarythe.

At that time, we will send them away in one wave and solve the problem fundamentally, and send them to Elsin Alvin. The Shadow Forest and the Dragon Forest need to be cleared and order needs to be established. Aesop Tallarion, which is close to the Shadow Forest, needs to rise again from the sea level of the Sea of ​​Claws. Lauren Loren, the Shadow Forest and the Dragon Forest need to be connected as one.

This was a strategy he had planned long ago.

Forest...shadow warriors...perfect match!
Therefore, Aris's smile was particularly miserable and ironic because he understood!

The same is true for Eltharion. His fate also has many turning points. Maybe in the days ahead in Naggaroth, will he serve as an adjutant to Malekith or Dacreus? Being an adjutant to Malekith means taking a purely military route, but being an adjutant to Dacreus means a mixed bag.

A young man came to the elf version of the Phoenix Court...

Later, he might return to Ulthuan, or he might stay in Naggaroth. If he stayed in Naggaroth, would he become a dread lord and lead a large army to land in Ulthuan? But Daxus thought that this possibility was very low, and the probability of it happening was not high. In essence, it was a kind of escape for him, and he could obviously do more and better.

Dacreus thought that Eltharion might return to Ulthuan early, but as for what he would do...

Let the tiger return to the mountain?

Become a traitor?
Or something else?
Dacreus didn't know either, just like he said to Malekith: Let Eltharion choose his own future path. On this point, he would not do it too deliberately. Everything depends on human efforts, and he believes in himself.

There are many paths that Eltharion can take. The upper limit could be to become the 13th or 14th Phoenix King after him? The lower limit is much more...

But Bell-Ahkhor is much simpler.

Daxus decided to take him with him first, let him gradually integrate into the Duruchi society, get familiar with everything here, and then give him specific responsibilities.

Bel-Ahor will no longer be just a bystander, he will truly set foot on this dark land, to understand things that are completely contrary to the education he received since childhood, and to witness with his own eyes how those rules that Asur called depravity keep the world running.

However, the more he understood, the deeper his fear became. He thought he had been mentally prepared. After all, he had seen many cruel realities during the war years and had heard countless rumors about Druki.

But when he actually stood on the land of Naggaroth, he truly realized how ridiculous and shallow his understanding of this world was.

He began to fear.

He was afraid of the people here; they were cold, calculating, and cruel, yet unexpectedly efficient, and were changing for the so-called good. They were even more orderly than the Asur society he had once served.

He was afraid of the order here. Here, the law was to consolidate the rule of the strong. The strong could make rules at will, and the weak could only obey. However, the weak would not be crushed because the law here was to protect justice and to prevent the weak from being crushed.

He feared the future here. If such a social model truly stabilized and continued to expand, it would be more indestructible and difficult to shake than the Kingdom of Ulthuan.

He even began to fear himself. He had thought that he would hate it all without hesitation, but he found that certain rules in this land actually gave him a terrible sense of identity.

The world of Asur seems glamorous, but it is actually corrupt. The corrupt nobles cling to tradition, fight for power and profit, but pretend to be noble. But the Duruchi never hide their true nature. They embrace the new era and use it to strengthen themselves.

He began to feel confused and started to struggle.

He didn't know how to face this collapse of cognition, nor did he know where his future would go. He could only continue to move forward, step by step into this world, into the empire of Druch, and look for answers in fear.

In the end, he will become the most important chess piece in the game between Dacus and Finnubar. He understands the logic of how the Duruchi society works, and he understands how terrifying Dacus is.

He would stand firmly on Dacus' side, become Dachui, describe what he knew about Duruchi to the Asur nobles of the Finnubar faction, and let his father make the right choice.

What is the tearing demon syndrome...

Therefore, Daxus would not do it too deliberately. Everything depends on human effort. He believes in himself, and he believes that the Asur, Ainel and Asrai who set foot on Naggaroth will make the right choice.

As Dacus was thinking, he suddenly laughed. The reason he laughed was not because he thought of something extraordinary, but because he observed a special but normal phenomenon.

The Drucci craftsmen in the workshop were walking sideways like crabs!
And the most important thing is that their heads are fixed. No matter how they move, their eyes will never glance in the direction of him and Malekith, as if there is something terrible hidden here, and even those machines that are continuously running make people stay away.

"come here!"

Just as Malekith was about to ask why he was laughing, Daxus suddenly stretched out his hand and casually waved at the unlucky guy closest to him.

However, no one paid any attention to him.

Not only did no one come over, no one even looked at him. The group of Druchi craftsmen continued to work hard, as if they hadn't heard anything at all. They even moved faster than before, like a group of frightened crabs, starting a rampage mode.

"Am I so terrible? Am I so hideous?" Daxus raised his eyebrows and muttered to himself.

The voice was not loud enough for Hirsis and Kolan who were following behind to hear it, but it was loud enough for Malekith who was standing next to him to hear it clearly.

"You seem bored?" Malekith spoke lightly, his tone calm, only his sharp eyes dimmed slightly, revealing a barely perceptible impatience.

Daxus laughed dryly, touched his nose, and said nothing more. Then he turned his gaze to look at Hirsis who was hanging behind, and pointed at a Druch craftsman.

The craftsman who was named was originally like a domineering crab, but now he suddenly became a lamb to be slaughtered. He was grabbed by the back of the collar by Hirsis and dragged in front of Dacus tremblingly.

Then, an unremarkable conversation began.

Classic Q&A.

Fortunately, the craftsman had a Klein on his face, so he didn't lose his composure, but his voice got smaller and smaller, and in the end it almost sounded like the hum of a mosquito, and Daquus became more and more dissatisfied as he listened.

Of course, Daxus also got the answers he wanted, such as faith, work remuneration, working hours, meals and so on.

After asking, he waved his hand, signaling the craftsman to continue working. The latter nodded rapidly, turned around and ran away, as if he was afraid that he would be thrown directly into the furnace and turned into steel ingots because of saying something wrong.

Dacus said nothing more and made no promises, even though this treatment really made him frown.

If you think about it carefully, the life and working hours of craftsmen are not much better than those of dispatched labor. Of course, if you insist on saying what the difference is, it is probably that the food is slightly better, at least you won't be whipped for making a small mistake, and the most important thing is freedom!

Yes, they are free, they are not chained like slaves and can move freely, but in reality...

As the old saying goes, men are used like animals and women are used like men.

But when it comes to Drucci, this sentence has evolved completely: men and women are unified, standard pure cattle and horses!

Here, gender equality has been implemented to the extreme, truly realizing "everyone is equal, men and women are both cattle and horses."

No matter whether you are a man or a woman, as long as you are still breathing, you have to work!
“It really is a bright and hopeful future.”

For a moment, Daxus was speechless and could only sigh.

Then he squeezed into the group of Vaal priests who were still talking animatedly, and listened to their discussion in a somewhat furtive manner.

The integration of these Vaal priests was faster than he had imagined, so fast that they had completely adapted to the environment here and began to discuss how to further upgrade the jaw crusher.

Jaw crusher, also known as tiger jaw, consists of two jaw plates, a movable jaw and a static jaw, forming a crushing chamber, simulating the movement of the two jaws of an animal to complete the material crushing operation. It is widely used in the crushing of various ores and bulk materials in the mining and smelting, building materials, highways, railways, water conservancy and chemical industries.

It is the core of the technology tree. In this workshop alone, in addition to the coarse crushing of iron ore powder, the crushing of limestone also requires a crusher. However, it cannot be said that there are multiple sets of technical systems behind it. After all, other industries can be developed without a crusher.

According to the game, lighting up the crusher means increasing efficiency by 50%.

The crusher in this workshop is a perfect combination of technology and magic. There is the emblem of Hecate on the machine. As for technology... it refers to hand crank.

Next to the machine is a crank similar to the one used to start a tank or tractor, except that the crank needs to be kept on all the time, and it is very long, long enough for twenty dispatched workers to operate it together, like sailors rowing in the cabin of a Mediterranean paddle boat? Or slaves?
It's absurd.

In 1806, a roller crusher driven by a steam engine appeared. As for what a roller crusher is...

The jaw crusher was invented in 1858.

Subsequently, the jaw crusher was continuously upgraded.

The reason why it is absurd is that the jaw crusher in front of Daxus is an impact crusher with continuous crushing action. Its production efficiency is higher than that of the jaw crusher with intermittent crushing action, and its energy consumption is lower. This is also the reason why labor dispatch can play with it.

There is a kind of beauty that has one foot in the twentieth century and one foot just into the nineteenth century.

“If we adjust the angle of the eccentric shaft, we may be able to improve the crushing efficiency!”

“But this would increase the load on the equipment, and of course we can increase the material’s tolerance.”

"Perhaps a buffer structure can be installed at the supporting point to reduce the loss caused by vibration."

"This requires more precise calculations..."

Listening to the discussion, Daxus did not interrupt or interrupt rashly. Instead, he chose to listen quietly and observe the thinking style and discussion focus of the Val priests.

The Vaal priests were shocked at first, but now they have begun to think about how to improve these machines. Their adaptability, learning ability, and enthusiasm for forging technology are truly admirable.

Dacus's eyes fell on a priest who was explaining excitedly and gesturing with his hands, describing a plan to improve a certain mechanical structure.

However, he was still just listening, without interrupting or making pretentiously profound comments, nor did he try to show off his erudition in front of the experts like some leaders did.

Until... (End of this chapter)