Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

The cold wind blew through the train station of Naggarond Military Camp, bringing with it the chilly breath of winter, whistling across the platform and rolling up the hem of Daxus's coat.

He paced slowly, his hands behind his back, his steps mechanical and slow, as if he was trapped in some inherent logical loop, like a wild animal in a zoo, pacing back and forth in a small cage, repeating the same arc.

His figure was stretched long and dark in the dim light of the platform, his black coat fluttering in the wind, like a torn flag or a struggling wing. His shadow was unpredictable in the dim light, like a ghost imprisoned in the cage of fate, hesitating in the silence of the eve of the war.

In the distance, Newker and Hirsis stood side by side, smoking in silence. The smoke rose slowly, sometimes blown away by the wind in the cold air, sometimes swirling into gray clouds, like some hope that was about to be extinguished, or a war that was about to burn.

The two occasionally exchanged glances, but were speechless. Dacus's repetitive pace caught their eyes, and his heavy and mechanical steps were like silent war drums, beating on their chests, making them even more anxious.

This scene is like, as if this is not the military camp train station of Nagalong, but the train station of Zhangwu...

And Dacus...

Against the backdrop of the surging steam, his figure was looming in the mist, and his slowly pacing figure revealed his inner confusion and hesitation.

However, he is not alone.

Malekith sat quietly on a solid iron chair on the platform, motionless like a sculpture. The remaining sunlight of the evening shone through the thick clouds, occasionally falling on his armor, reflecting a cold luster. He lowered his head and fiddled with his iron fingers, making a crisp metal collision sound, completely ignoring that Daquus passed by him again and again, just waiting for something with an indifferent and patient attitude.

In the distance, a group of staff officers and military officers stood in silence. They were dressed in black uniforms and wore badges that symbolized military rank and honor. They watched the scene in silence, their faces grim and their eyes heavy. No one broke the silence, and no one dared to ask questions. They were just waiting, before the war officially began, to witness the two greatest beings of the Duruchi facing the coming storm in their own way in the final silence.

Steam billowed and the rails vibrated.

Daxus finally stopped, collected his wandering thoughts, tightened his coat, and looked into the distance - there, a black shadow was slowly emerging, like a call of fate from afar.

"The train is coming in."

His voice was muffled, low and steady, deliberately imitating the classic lines of Thorgard, the supervisor of the Blackrock Foundry, but there was an unspeakable meaning in his tone, like the whistle of a heavy steam locomotive, with a terrifying shock.

A dark shadow emerged from the distance, and the locomotive broke through the snow like a roaring steel monster.

It was a 4-8-8-4 wheeled super-heavy steam locomotive, with a four-wheel guide frame at the front to ensure that its huge body could pass smoothly through the curved track, two sets of eight-wheel drive wheels provided amazing traction, and finally four-wheel support frames stabilized this monster that was puffing smoke. It was the crystallization of Drucci Industries and was the largest and heaviest steam locomotive in the world, bar none.

This technology is unique.

dwarf?

The Zaar dwarves?

In the words of Hiberchard, who had spent a few days in Naggaroth: The chariot head of the Zar dwarves looks like a ridiculous little toy compared to this.

As the train approached, the roar echoed throughout the station, like an ancient dragon awakening from its slumber, crossing the long river of time with rage accumulated over billions of years, shaking the earth. The rails trembled under the impact, the metal components of the station emitted a tooth-grinding tremor in the low-frequency resonance, and the entire space was slightly distorted under the impact of this violent force.

The plow under the front of the train was cold and sharp, sweeping away all obstacles in front of it. Whether it was thick snow or flesh and blood, it would be crushed into powder under its raging waves. The roar of the wheels tore through the earth, and steam gushed out from both sides, like gray and white waves raised by a hurricane in the cold wind, sweeping across the platform, crossing the platform, tearing the air, and shrouding everything in a suffocating iron and blood atmosphere.

However, the black behemoth did not slow down, nor did it stop.

The steel torrent rushed past the platform with unstoppable force, lifting Daquus's coat and dragging him into the whistling darkness. But he still stood there, motionless. He slowly raised his hand, pulled out the silver scepter on his belt, raised it above his head, and pointed it directly at the sky.

The scepter shone with a blue light in the cold air, illuminating the platform and the faces of the soldiers passing by the windows. The faces of the soldiers flashed by, and their eyes were full of various emotions - respect, confusion, excitement, and solemnity.

A moment later, the last carriage of the train passed by at high speed, and the black beast dragged a long column of smoke, gradually moving away. The remaining steam was still surging in the air, and the heat that had not yet dissipated made the air slightly distorted, as if the roar of the beast remained throughout the space.

This train departed from Gorond, and the carriages were filled with soldiers from the 10th Army of "Broken Steel", which was led by the high-ranking dreadlord, Valahar of Gorond - Baclon.

Their destination is already determined, and the wheel of fate rolls forward and will not stop due to any hesitation.

Although it is called "the tenth", it is actually the sixth. Duruchi chose this naming method out of respect and avoidance of certain taboos.

However, whether it is the sixth or the tenth, the fact will not change: this is a highly combat-capable army, the elite among the elite. Their formation has undergone rigorous screening and training. Every soldier is a killing machine on the battlefield, good at the most difficult tasks, and specialized in siege tactics. Whether it is destroying fortifications or facing bloody battles, they are all the best. Because of its indestructible siege and street fighting capabilities, this army was named "Steel Breaker", implying that it can tear apart all obstacles like steel breaking.

After its formation, the "Broken Steel" Army was deployed in Gorond to guard the fortress and defend Naggaroth, and now they are being sent to a new battlefield.

This train from Grond will not stop at Nagarond or Hag Graef. Under the watchful eyes of Wumago, this steel behemoth will cross the Blackwater Bridge, cross the Dark Road, cross the Nagareth Bridge, and go straight to Clar Karond. There, they will change their clothes and then welcome the baptism of war, adding new achievements to Druk's conquest.

But Gorond will not feel empty because of their departure.

After the "Broken Steel" army led by Bakron left, they were replaced in guarding Gorond by another commander of the Duruchi, Hilal Thornblood.

Hilal - A powerful warrior, a natural leader, and an out-of-this-world Duruchi.

He was not a Druch in the traditional sense. In fact, in the old days, he had displayed an unusual quality - conscience.

In a cold, cruel, and ruthless society like Duruchi, this quality is extremely rare and is even considered a symbol of weakness. But his conscience never means weakness. On the contrary, he is an extremely decisive and ruthless warrior. When facing the enemy, his blade never hesitates and his tactics never show mercy. His justice and nobility are limited to the system he recognizes. When facing the enemies of Duruchi, he will still not hesitate to use thundering methods, and he is even more fierce and ruthless than many of his colleagues.

Apart from his conscience, the biggest difference between him and most of the Drukis is that he has no desires or demands.

He has no ambition for power and wealth, nor does he care about personal advancement, which makes him out of place in the Duruchi society. He is not a conspirator, nor is he keen on political struggles, and he will not go to great lengths to seek a higher position. Because of this, he can become one of Malus's most trusted lieutenants.

Yes, Hilal was once one of Malus' closest followers, and the two had a complex and delicate relationship. In addition to power and interests, there was also some indescribable personal emotions.

He was not as flattering as other Druki. On the contrary, he was outspoken and even dared to publicly criticize Malus's decisions. He would point out mistakes and get to the heart of the matter, not caring at all whether his words offended Malus. If it were anyone else, he would have died under Malus's wrath, but he not only survived, but was given greater power.

But that was all in the past. Now, he was trusted by Malekith because of his character and abilities.

Dacus is now 102 years old. At the meeting two years ago, the plan to build the railway from Clarkalond to Anaheim was officially finalized, but this was only the beginning. At that meeting, what was actually finalized was a military operation, a battle that could be called a thunderbolt.

The battle planning is clear and precise, cutting the battlefield like a scalpel.

The first army set out from Naggarond and advanced along the eastern front, heading straight for Har Ganthe, crushing the Chaos stronghold head-on with thundering force.

The second army set out from Caronde Carr and landed with the cooperation of the navy to encircle Har Gansi and cut off any Chaos forces that might come to support from the north.

No longer needing experience babies, Druch will no longer engage in an endless tug-of-war with the tide of chaos, will no longer allow these monsters to continue to erode Naggaroth, and will no longer allow the ruins of Har Gansi to become an ulcer for the spread of chaotic forces.

The game is over, the war machine has been set in motion, and Druki will no longer wait, watch, or fight with the tide of Chaos before launching a full-scale war on Ulthuan. The threat of Har Ganthe must be completely eliminated.

Although Hilal was highly appreciated by Malekith, he was still inexperienced. The large army he led was only formally formed in the late stages of preparation and was still in the expansion and training stage.

Due to the thunderbolt, the defensive pressure of Gorond was not as great as before, so the army of Bakron was withdrawn and replaced by Hilal's army. Although Hilal's troops were not yet fully formed, his ability and command, as well as the foundation of the Duruchi army, were enough to maintain the stability of Gorond. The roar of the train echoed on the platform. Although the train had passed, Dacus still did not put down the silver scepter in his hand. He stood still, holding the scepter high and pointing to the distance, as if guiding the direction for the soldiers who were about to go to the battle, or giving a silent blessing to their journey.

Soon after, he slowly put down the silver scepter, and his eyes fell on another train that was slowly pulling into the station. On the platform, soldiers ready to go lined up to enter the carriage under the command of the officers, and everything was in order.

The entire war machine was running silently, constantly pouring its strength into the front line.

This time, the soldiers on the train belonged to the Fifth Army of Thorns, commanded by Talos. Like the previous train, this train would not stop at Hag Graves, and its destination was also Clarkarond.

After watching for a while, he lost interest, his eyes wandered, his thoughts drifted away, and then he began to walk mechanically, starting his stereotyped behavior again, and walked according to the set program.

One step, two steps, three steps...

To be honest, he didn't know why he was walking, why he kept walking, why he was still walking. But he just wanted to walk, round and round, and it seemed that he couldn't stop.

Maybe it's because the wind picked up?

Maybe it's because of the departure?

Or maybe it’s because…if he doesn’t leave, he won’t be able to face the upcoming future?
Dacus didn't know.

He just walked, step by step, as if only in this way could he find a rhythm in this frozen time and release the boredom in his heart. His boots stepped on the hard platform ground, making a steady sound, which was the only anchor point connecting him to the real world.

"What are you walking for? You've walked thirty-five laps."

A cold and hard voice broke the silence, piercing Daquus' ears like a sharp blade.

Malekith finally stood up, unable to bear it any longer, his eyes fixed on Daquus' figure. His tone was filled with impatience and anger, like a sudden cold wind, trying to freeze the anxiety that was wandering back and forth.

Daquus stopped, turned his head, and glanced at Malekith casually, his face calm. He didn't think Malekith was qualified to lecture him, nor did he think that his walking was any different from Malekith's habitual twiddling of fingers - in essence, they were both waiting for the war to come, using some behavior to calm their inner anxiety.

So, he responded with a simple and direct greeting in the most calm tone.

"Hello there!"

This sudden greeting was like a sharp dagger that pierced through the midnight armor and pierced Malekith's heart accurately. His originally burning anger was extinguished in an instant, and even the flames on his mask dimmed slightly.

Silence stretched between them.

All the soldiers, staff officers, and officers on the platform sensed this brief stalemate, but no one dared to make a sound. They pretended to be busy, but their eyes involuntarily turned over here, sneaking a peek at this silent contest.

Finally, Malekith lowered his head and spoke in an inaudible voice, as if he was talking to himself.

"I'm not good."

After a moment, he added, his voice low but extremely firm.

"I know how you feel, and you know my past. I've felt this way more than once."

Dacus did not respond. He did not think it was meaningful to discuss emotions at this moment. Expressing emotions would not change the established facts. What they felt at this moment was nothing more than the anxiety before the war, just like the nervousness of a student before entering the examination room, and the palpitations of an actor before stepping onto the stage. But, if they feel nervous, will they not take the exam? If they feel fearful, will they not go on stage?
The gears of war have begun to turn and there is no room for hesitation.

He stared at Malekith quietly, and Malekith stared at him as well. Their eyes met in the air, and thousands of words were finally reduced to the simplest words.

"Get in the car."

No hugs, no extra words.

They will see each other again soon.

It's just that the location has changed, from here to Anaheim.

The train was heading to Clarkalond, which would become one of the assembly points. The soldiers would change their gear and get supplies there, then advance along the railway line to Anaheim and launch a comprehensive siege. At the same time, the navy that had already set sail would arrive at the appointed time, surround the city and cut off all its life.

In simple terms, it means: surround the point and attack the reinforcements.

Druch's route of advance was the same route that Daquus and Malekith had planned when they first met.

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then……

All deployments have been finalized and everything is proceeding according to the established plan.

Malekith sighed silently, nodded slowly, and then walked into the carriage. His figure disappeared behind the door, and the soldiers boarded the carriage quickly under the command of the officers. The queue was neat and orderly, and only silence followed them.

Daxus stared at the direction where Malekith disappeared, and then his gaze slowly turned to Newker who was standing on the other side.

Newcker nodded to him without saying anything. He just raised his arm and waved, signaling the staff to get on the car.

After a long time, with a long, dull whistle, the train slowly started. Steam gushed out, the wheels rolled over the rails, and the roar was deafening, like the beating of a war drum, announcing the official opening of this war.

The black behemoth slowly sailed away into the distance and eventually disappeared at the end of sight, leaving behind only surging heat waves and steam that lingered in the air for a long time.

At this moment, the shadow of war officially shrouded the earth.

Dacus stood quietly on the platform, staring at the direction where the train disappeared, without saying a word for a long time. After a moment, he shook his head slightly, as if he was sighing, or just trying to dispel his thoughts.

There is no need to think too much, no need to say too much.

He took a step forward, shoulder to shoulder with Hirsis, and walked slowly along the overpasses leading to the platforms, his steps steady. Behind him, the entire military camp railway station was still brightly lit, with people moving back and forth, the dispatcher's commands came one after another, and the soldiers boarded the newly arrived trains in an orderly manner. Everything was operating according to the established plan without any delay.

At this moment, the war began.

The King's Reign in Ulthuan officially begins in the year when Darkius is 102 years old!

This year, according to the Imperial calendar, is 2094. (End of this chapter)