Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

"Is it cold?" After looking down for a moment, Daxus turned his head and asked Bel-Aihor.

"not cold."

Bel-Ehor said this, but his body gave away the truth. He was shivering with cold, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably, the hot breath he exhaled condensed into wisps of white mist in the air, and even his voice was trembling. His upper teeth chattered against his lower teeth, as if he was trying to play a winter trill.

As soon as he finished speaking, he sniffed his non-existent snot again, trying to hide his embarrassment in a way that barely maintained his dignity.

Daxus looked at Bel-Ahol speechlessly and shook his head.

He knew that this Asur had lived in a warm environment all year round and had no experience surviving in an extremely cold environment. And now, Bel-Akhor stood on the top of the Black Tower of Naggarond, a dark city covered with endless ice and snow. The cold wind from the tower was like a knife cutting through, making it difficult for the untrained and unadapted Asur to bear.

His gaze immediately fell on Karahir. This Aiel who came out of Lauren Loren was obviously more adapted to the cold than Bel-Aihor. Lauren Loren had winter. The area where Karahir was located was called the Frost District, not the Sunfire District, but this was nothing to compare it with.

He observed and found that there was nothing unusual on Karahir's face. He was not shivering like Bel-Elholl, nor did he show any particular discomfort. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Was this guy naturally resistant to cold, or was he just forcing himself to endure the chill?

But he didn't think about it too much, and instead turned his attention back to the scenery before him.

It was noon, the second day of their visit to the Nagor Steel Works.

After enjoying a luxurious lunch at Malekith's Black Tower, the group climbed to the top of the Black Tower. This was not only the highest point in Naggarond, but also the favorite place for Malekith and Genevieve to just hang out. In the future, this would become the best stop for the raiding ships, and by then, the Black Tower would become the core of information exchange, without a doubt.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly reached out his hand and took the aerial map of Nagarond handed to him by Karahir. After scanning the map, he looked up to the south of the city, where a black flag fluttered on a tall tower, rustling in the biting cold wind.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and then he lowered his head to check the map again to confirm the direction. He was calibrating to make sure his judgment was correct. After a moment, he finally made a decision and waved to Hirsis.

"This, this, this, and this."

As Hirsis slowly approached, Daxus stretched out his finger and pointed to several locations on the bird's-eye view.

Hirsis looked in the direction where Daxus's finger pointed, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, until his eyes fell on the location of the black flag, he finally couldn't help but gasp.

He understood what Dacus meant, took a deep breath, and confirmed it.

"All demolished?"

"Yes, is there a problem?" Daxus' tone was eerily calm, as if this was just an ordinary little thing.

Hirses was stunned, and the words that Malekith had said to him in Clarkarond exploded in his mind.

"Dakwus is right. Nagarond does need a Night Warden, and you are suitable for this position. You know his plan. He will carry out a large-scale reconstruction in Nagarond later. The current Nagarond does not meet his needs. Those buildings that are tantamount to illegal buildings need to be demolished.

He is the Archon, not the Night Warden of Nagarond. He is responsible for the overall work. So... Nagarond should have a Night Warden who is responsible for these tasks and the subsequent construction work. I can't be in charge of it myself, right?
Hirsis, I don't think this is a good position. You will offend those dread lords to death. Maybe you will get a title? "City Breaker"? "Demolition"? Who knows what those dread lords will plot against you behind your back? I wonder if they will invite you to the midnight conspiracy? Or will they invite you and then beat you up?
My dear Hirsis, if I were you, I would learn more from Newker before he returns to Naggaroth. You know him, and I can tell you in secret. "Malekis really lowered his voice after saying this, so that only Hirsis and Newker could hear it, "He has changed a lot after his visit to Elsin Alvin. He is more powerful and kinder than before. I don't think you want to see him angry and bear his anger. "

"Hmm?" Seeing that Hirsis was in a daze, Daxus narrowed his eyes slightly and asked in doubt.

Hirsis came back to his senses, but did not respond immediately. Instead, he took a deep breath, looked down at the bird's-eye view again, and glanced at the black flag fluttering in the wind in the distance. The next moment, he gritted his teeth and spoke in a deep voice.

"no problem!"

His voice was not loud, but it carried a firm determination, as if he was expressing his opinion to Dacus, or making up his mind for himself.

This is his unavoidable responsibility as the Night Warden of Nagarond, and a reality he must face.

He knew Nagarond's streets, secret passages, residences, barracks better than anyone else present... After he became the Night Warden of Nagarond, he knew everything about this dark city in the ice and snow. There was an intricate web in his mind, and he knew the stories behind every brick and stone, and the past carried by every building.

And now, he has to erase some of it himself to make room for a new order.

He had known this day would come, that some part of old Naggarond would finally come to an end.

However, even though he was mentally prepared, he still felt a little heavy when he really faced it, especially when he realized...

This is just the beginning.

The demolition area designated by Daxus accounts for one-third of the entire core circle of Nagarond!

Naggaroth is not a city built on the land of Naggaroth. To be more precise, the core of Naggaroth is not! Naggaroth is the Black Ark, a land separated from Tal Anlek in Naggaroth after the Sundering. After the failure of the Sundering, the Black Ark carrying the core of Anlek sailed across the ocean and came to Naggaroth.

At this time, the black ark Nagor made a brilliant appearance.

The White Tower of Hoth in the Kingdom of Safri in Ulthuan was built after the Sundering. In the Golden Age, each kingdom in Ulthuan had its own school of magic. Nagor was the magic center of the Kingdom of Nagarythe before the Sundering. It was saved by warlocks during the Sundering and turned into the Black Ark.

This is why the Nagor is so big.

It was so big that it stayed at the Chaos Wasteland coastline for years and became a fixed city after the sea water froze. It was so big that when Duruchi did not launch a large-scale attack, he could only wander around the Frost Heart Sea and the Malice Sea.

After Druch arrived in Naggaroth, the warlocks on the Nagor helped Malekith teleport the part of the Black Ark belonging to Anlek to the land on the Naggaroth Plain, and then Naggaroth appeared.

After thousands of years of development, Naggarond expanded in circles on the plains, but the core circle is still the black ark structure centered on the Black Tower of Malekith.

Demolition has always been a difficult problem, no matter in which world or era, unless you set it on fire?

Fortunately, the recent purge had cleared a large number of obstacles for Hirsis in advance. A large number of former landlords and old nobles had been liquidated, and their industries had become ownerless land, which greatly reduced the difficulty of his execution.

Now is the time when its power is at its peak, and it is the most appropriate time to take this opportunity to carry out the demolition.

Seeing that Hirsis took the job without hesitation, Daxus smiled with satisfaction, then picked up the charcoal pencil with a forced smile and drew a long line on the bird's-eye view.

This line extends along the edge of the core area to the boundary of the inner ring city wall, cutting Nagarond into two parts.

The moment Hirsis saw the line, his heart skipped a beat, and a sense of uneasiness instantly came to his mind. His heart seemed to be clenched by an invisible hand, and a suffocating heaviness was revealed in the cold air.

"Is this...a railway?"

His voice trembled slightly, and after calming down, he finally asked.

"Ah, my dear Hirsis, should I admire your intelligence?" Hearing this, Dacus raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled playfully.

Hirsis rolled his eyes and showed a helpless expression. He raised his eyebrows and returned the same playful look to Dacus.

The small confrontation between friends ended in this silent eye contact.

But that’s not all. Daxus drew out a whole new area in the south of the city, close to the core area.

Then, he looked at Hirsis. This time, Hirsis did not react much. Maybe it was because the situation had completely broken down and it didn't matter anymore. It didn't matter if it demolished one piece of land or two pieces. Or maybe, this piece of land had become a no-man's land, so there wouldn't be much resistance in enforcing the plan?

"This is the core area of ​​the steel plant." He pointed to the first area marked out on the bird's-eye view. His voice was calm, but everyone present could hear the weight of it. Then, he pointed to the area marked out later and continued, "This will be the extension area."

"Is it... too big?" Hearing this, Hillsis finally couldn't help swallowing and asked cautiously.

"Big? How big is it?" However, Daxus shrugged and asked calmly. He paused, raised a barely perceptible smile, and made a joke without any funny point, "After all, you know that the coking plant is not in Naggarond."

The corners of Hirsis' mouth twitched slightly. He wanted to roll his eyes, but finally held back.

"My friend, I assure you, it is not big, really not big at all. After all, the steel plant of the Nagor is right there, isn't it? You can use it as... the minimum reference standard?" Seeing that Hirsis didn't react, Daxus was too lazy to continue teasing and explained patiently.

His words were calm and firm, not seeming to appease Hillsis or persuade anyone, but more like announcing an irreversible fact to the entire Nagarond and the entire Druch society.

A brand new era has arrived!

He did not blame Hirses because he understood.

Hirsis is a Duruchi who came from the old times. More than ten years ago, his cognition was still stuck between the forge and the anvil. In his mind, smelting steel was still a complicated skill that required the blacksmith to repeatedly hammer, quench, temper, perform rituals, and blood sacrifices, rather than an industrial system with a large scale, strict processes, and standardized operations.

Those canning factories that were initially built only seemed to be concentrated and operated in one factory building, but these factories were still stuck in the era of manual production and craftsmanship. They were completely different from steel mills that relied on machines.

Even though he had seen the steel mill on the Nagor, he still had no idea what was going on. He had never seen the explosive population growth during the rise of society, nor had he seen so much demand for steel. He could not really understand the world described by Dacus. He was not stupid, but simply had no idea.

Like most people in Daxus's previous life, they were unable to comprehend the true shock of industry and could not imagine what a real steel plant was like.

Unless you see it with your own eyes. Standing on a high place, overlooking the endless factory buildings, seeing the thick smoke pouring out of the chimneys, hearing the roar of the furnace and the roar of the machinery, feeling the earth trembling slightly under the vibration of the hammer press.

At that moment, they can truly understand what the beauty of industry is.

Hirsis simply could not understand the concept of industrialization through his imagination, which was why Dacus told him to use the steel plant of the Nagor as a reference.

Because it is so small and so primitive.

After the meeting ended yesterday at noon, the group started a new round of visits.

Unlike the original ones moved from the Vicious Temple, the steel plant has two new blast furnaces that are nearly 30 meters high. The three blast furnaces stand side by side, towering like towers, standing proudly like giants in the core area of ​​the steel plant.

The construction of these blast furnaces was another achievement of Malekith and Anasara after they developed the assault ships in Clar Karonde, and they were created by hand.

Malekith originally wanted to take this opportunity to show off. He didn't expect Daxus to praise him highly, but he should at least give him some praise, right?

But the result...

The meeting at noon was so shocking that everyone's mind was filled with various theories, frameworks, and plans proposed by Daxus... As a result, when it came to visiting the workshop, Malekith was a little bored and even had no intention of showing off.

However, this did not prevent the blast furnaces from starting operation and putting into production.

Afterwards, the group continued forward and entered the steelmaking workshop.

They saw the converter engraved with the emblem of Hecate and the steelmaking devices engraved with elven runes. However, the converter has not yet been officially put into use because the oxygen blowing system is still unstable.

At present, the main means of refining steel has turned to open-hearth furnaces. During the second visit to Lustria, the ladies rubbed five open-hearth steelmaking equipment, and now these open-hearth furnaces are fully operational and have full production capacity.

Finally, they came to the rolling mill.

Everyone witnessed the hot ingots being fed into the heating furnace, the flames licking the surface of the steel, the temperature was high enough to burn the air and distort it. Then, the hot ingots were pressed into billets under the roar of the rolling mill, and then went through a series of precise rolling processes, and finally were shaped into the required standard products.

Neat and precise, every steel plate, every steel beam, and every steel billet are perfectly identical like replicas.

This scene stunned the elves who were seeing it for the first time. They widened their eyes, gasped at the same time, and kept chanting the names of the gods in a low voice, trying to ease their inner shock and uneasiness.

They saw with their own eyes that all of this could be mass-produced through giant machines!
At this moment, they seemed to feel their worldview overturned.

Then, nothing more.

At the end of the visit, the group ended a fulfilling day with their minds full of shock, contemplation and complex emotions.

But Dacus knew in his heart that this was just the beginning, far from enough, and not even the real beginning.

Although the Nagor was huge, it still could not accommodate his grand blueprint.

Although the steel mill was already operational, other facilities such as the Nagor Academy and the School of Magic took up a lot of space on the behemoth Nagor, leaving insufficient room for upgrading the steel mill.

What's more, from a strategic perspective, Nagor is always just a temporary industrial base, not a real core industrial area.

This black ark is ultimately just a tool for the transitional stage, not the cornerstone of the future Duruchi industry. The industrial system must be based on solid ground to truly form a scale.

So, he turned his attention to Nagarond.

He wanted to build an endless steel plant at the core of this city, making Naggarond the heart of Drukhi industry and the largest steel furnace ever built in the elven world.

Daxus already had a clear answer to the future of this dark city. After he came to power in Ulthuan, the core area of ​​Naggarond would be moved as a whole, back to Ulthuan, back to Anlek, and back to its hometown.

As for those buildings outside the core area?

Along with the large stadium that has not yet been built but is suitable for mixing grass, the cellars for growing mushrooms and the permanent military camps, all were left to the greenskins.

Who made Da Ge love green skins as much as Gao Ge and Mao Ge?
Dago's love transcends race. After all, he is doing the work of saving the world, but the specific way of loving...

Greenskin: I start with a city, how should I Waaagh!? I need to think about it carefully...

Of course, he did not intend to abandon the steel mill on the Nagor. On the contrary, he wanted to maximize its production capacity to support the huge steel demand of the first five-year plan. After the foundation of Nagarond was completely laid, he would transfer some of the equipment to the new factory on land, and use the transferred equipment to expand the new industrial system in a chicken-and-egg manner.

Val, Hecate, Workshop No. 1, Workshop No. 2... all the way to Workshop No. 5, he wanted to fill the entire Naggarond with the roar of industry and let the Duruchi see what the beauty of industry is.

When the second five-year plan was over, he still would not dismantle the steel mill on the Nagor.

Instead, he wanted to fill it up again, just as he had planned before, and let it continue to wander around the Sea of ​​Malice, going to Hag Graves to replenish materials when necessary, as a mobile war factory. To prepare for both situations, in case something happened to the steel mills in Naggarond, the Nagor would still be able to support production and ensure that the Duruchi society would not be paralyzed by the collapse of a factory.

Classic Dacian style of having three burrows.

When the battle for Ulthuan is over, the Nagor will sail to Ulthuan and resume production.

This time, the source of raw materials on the Nagor will be mainly scrap steel, wrecked ships and other post-war debris collected on the battlefield. As an important fulcrum of the Druchi industrial system, it will ensure that in subsequent battles, it can provide armaments replenishment and ship repair for the Druchi of Ossuan, and provide strong support for any emergency.

It is somewhat similar to the positioning of Mitsubishi Heavy Industries.

During the Korean War, in order to cut off Amei's escape route, the soldiers bombed the Watergate Bridge three times regardless of their own lives, and destroyed the bridge foundation at the cost of their own lives. As a result, Amei directly airdropped a steel bridge.

In this process, Mitsubishi Heavy Industries provided crucial technical support by supplying Aramco with prefabricated steel bridge components, namely the M2 steel-wood standard bridge. This type of bridge is designed based on modules, focusing on rapid transportation and convenient installation.

When the bridge was rushed to manufacture overnight, the components were delivered to the front line by airdrop, and the company also sent a team of technicians to assist Ami in completing the installation work. Later...

The Nagor is fully capable of taking on this role. It will be produced in the steel plant, the sorceress will be finalized, and after it is completed, it will be transported via the assault ship and directly to the battlefield.

Seeing that Hirsis was still in a daze, Daxus couldn't help but sigh, then he lowered his head again and started writing on the bird's-eye view. The tip of the pen moved across the paper, leaving new planning lines.

"My friend, my dear Hirsis." He said lightly while painting, "Actually, these things have nothing to do with you at the moment, just tear them down."

Upon hearing this, Hirsis immediately lowered his head to look at the bird's-eye view. After taking a glance, his pupils shrank slightly and his scalp went numb.

Another demolition area!
This newly demarcated area is the aristocratic district in the southwest of Nagarond, a place full of historical accumulation and symbols of power.

And he knew exactly what this meant.

The nobles’ mansions, castles, manors, social venues, and even the mansion of the Hellblight Family in Naggarond are all within this area!

He slowly raised his head, his eyes full of desire to survive, and he opened his mouth hesitantly, as if he wanted to say something, trying to get a little... even a little bit of concession.

Dacus noticed Hirsis's gaze, smiled meaningfully, and asked in a brisk tone, "How is it? This will become a new industrial area, and it will be connected to the mint in the west. What a perfect plan."

As he spoke, his pen continued to draw on the drawing smoothly, and a new line ran through the entire west side of the city, connecting the station, docks and industrial areas, forming a complete logistics artery.

But he did not stop writing. Instead, he circled out another area, which included a part of the non-core area of ​​Nagarond on the south side of the industrial zone.

"This area will be used for the construction of a living area for workers. In the future, there will be housing, markets, and supply stations... Factories need workers, and workers need a life."

"Mother of Darkness, this is really... great." Hirsis looked at the increasingly unfamiliar bird's-eye view of Naggarond, opened his mouth, and finally uttered a sentence through gritted teeth.

He no longer had the energy to question because he knew that questioning was futile.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his complicated emotions, and scanned the city that had been almost re-divided. He asked tentatively, "Maybe... you can be more direct. Can you tell me... where doesn't need to be demolished?"

“They will all be demolished!”

The corner of Daxus' mouth raised into a standard fake smile, revealing a row of neat white teeth. He grinned at Hirsis, his eyes revealing unquestionable determination.

"Can I...?" Hirsis swallowed his saliva, trying to buy himself a last chance with a joking tone. However, before he could finish his words, he was directly denied by Dacus, with a ruthless and crisp tone, leaving no room for bargaining.

"No! My dear Night Warden of Nagarond." (End of this chapter)