Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

"Help me convey my thoughts about her."

There was a hint of solemnity in Franais' tone, but as soon as he finished speaking, Dacus suddenly laughed.

The laughter was hearty and unrestrained, even a little teasing, as if he had heard something else in the other person's words. Then, he reached out to hug Franais, and slapped him hard on the back with such force that Franais almost staggered.

After the two separated, Dacus stopped smiling and his expression changed, becoming extremely serious. His eyes were steady and firm, and his tone was so solemn that it seemed as if he was making some kind of solemn promise.

"I will!"

However, Dacus's serious look made Flanes' scalp tingle, and he had a bad feeling in his heart. He suddenly realized that letting Dacus convey his thoughts might be a mistake...

Given Daxus's style, he would most likely not just say a few words, but would embellish them vividly, even exaggerate them, and make ordinary greetings sound like a sentimental and corny confession, thus embarrassing himself in front of Belloda and being mercilessly laughed at by her.

Franais sighed inwardly, but at this moment, the words had already been spoken. He was no longer able to stop Daquus and could only hope for the other party's "professional ethics"... although he didn't hold out much hope.

Then, Dacus hugged Hirsis again.

"if it is possible……"

As soon as Hirsis opened his mouth, Daxus interrupted him without hesitation, with a slight smile on his face and a straightforward tone.

"Don't worry, I will."

He didn't need Hirsis to finish his words, he already understood what he meant. Hirsis was always calm and restrained, but even so, as a father, he still couldn't let go of his youngest son, Julian.

As for the eldest son...

Five years ago, Hirses's youngest son Julian came to Nagarond with the Asur delegation. It was the first time the father and son met after a long separation. But at that time, Julian looked at Hirses in front of him and could not recognize him, and even his eyes could not show the slightest familiarity.

Hirsis also vaguely sensed something, but he didn't dare to ask, nor did he want to ask.

Before Julian left Naggaroth for Ulthuan, his face had been reshaped and his identity completely changed. But the bond of blood could not be truly erased, and even though his appearance had changed and his name had changed, as a father, Hirsis could still detect that familiar shadow in some subtle places.

However, these shadows were hidden too deeply, and he could neither investigate further nor dared to.

Daxus looked at Hirsis's slightly lowered eyes, and after a moment of silence, he gently patted the other's shoulder.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of him."

There was no extra comfort or unnecessary promises, but this short sentence was enough to make Hillsis breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, Dacus nodded slightly to Koulan, then raised his hand and waved to the people who were seeing him off. He did not say much goodbye, only a firm look and a slightly calm smile, as if this trip south was just a routine inspection, not an important operation that affected the overall situation.

With the long whistle, the southbound train slowly started, steam rose, and quickly dissipated in the cold air of Nagarond. The wheels rolled over the rails, making a rhythmic roar, and gradually drove away from this gloomy and murderous dark capital. In the carriage, the companions included Springtwin, Bel-Ahol, Ryan, Genevieve and other confidants of Daquus. Their expressions were either solemn or careless, and they had their own thoughts, but no matter what, their goal was the same - Anaheim.

As for the others who stayed in Nagarond, they were either unable to leave due to their duties, or they were not in Nagarond at all. And Vetil's system also chose to stay in Nagarond and did not go south with them, continuing to perform its functions in Naggaroth.

Almost a year had passed since Daxus last saw Malekith off.

Although the war has broken out, Naggaroth remains strangely calm. The smoke of war seems to be isolated by the storm beyond the distant front. The troops stationed in Naggarond have even started to take turns to rest, and the sports events in Ironheart have started again. The whole society is still running step by step, without the tension of a full-scale war.

Half a month ago, the "Dragon Mother" Modax took the lead in heading to Anaheim, and she was accompanied by the warlocks who led the various academies. The most eye-catching one was the "Nagor" - this black ark that had been silent for decades, now finally sailed out of the Sea of ​​Malice again and headed for Anaheim.

Now, Dacus is also on his way to Anaheim.

At the same time, Nagarond left behind three people in charge - Night Overlord Hirsis, Dacus's deputy Flannais, and Kolan, who was in charge of military affairs. The three of them checked each other and maintained a balance of power while ensuring the normal operation of government affairs, without having to worry about the chaos caused by the departure of the leader.

This arrangement is a common method used by Dacus. It has become a mature ruling model after being tested by time.

Kalond Karl still maintained his usual silence, and the two army groups stationed there had never been mobilized. The local defender, the night supervisor "chicken farm owner" Kira, still firmly controlled the situation.

As for the title of chicken farm owner, it was a nickname given to Kira by the Druch nobles - but it was not a derogatory nickname, nor a concentration camp, and she did not wear glasses. She was a veritable chicken farm owner.

After Druch entered a new era, with the preparation of the army and navy, Karonde Kar lost its original function, but Dacus immediately gave it a new meaning - the breeding industry.

Initially, the city built five large closed chicken farms to provide chicken and eggs for Nagaros. The chickens would be cut up in the slaughterhouse, and the parts with higher meat content would be sent to the army and schools, while the chicken frames with less meat would flow into society and become civilian food.

The chicken noodle dish that Bel-Ehor and Eltharion loved the most was a unique recipe developed by Dacreus and Genevieve. It eventually became popular in Naggaroth and became one of the favorite foods of both nobles and commoners.

As for the remaining chicken bones and scraps, they are either made into stews and snacks, or processed into feed for the elves' warhorses.

Today, the scale of Karonde Karl's chicken farms has expanded to nearly thirty, forming a complete industrial chain.

The economic benefits brought by this model are extremely stable, and even more profitable than the previous "labor dispatch" model. The Duruchi nobles of Karonde Karl gradually discovered that under this industrial model, the profits they received were not only stable, but also several points higher than their previous income.

In this context, Kira was not at all dissatisfied with the title of "chicken farm owner". Instead, he enjoyed it and even felt a little proud of it. After all, it was Karonde Karl who supported the meat supply of Naggaroth.

Meanwhile, Asheril remained silent and did not move. The same was true for the new Hag Graves.

Druch's army still maintains its deployment method like a serpent in the mountains, with a small number of troops stationed in Nagarond and Krakarond, while the vast majority of troops have been concentrated in Anaheim.

Anaheim had fallen completely, and the defenders of Assur had surrendered, three months after the Third Army emerged from the forest.

Their collapse process was not quick. Instead, it was more like cutting flesh with a blunt knife, slow and painful. They were forced into desperation step by step, and finally had to put down their proud heads.

All this seemed like a long-planned hunt.

Gilead made a brilliant appearance, with groups of red dragons circling and roaring in the sky, the huge Druchi army surrounded it, and the Druchi navy blocked all retreat routes.

There is no fighting, no brutal siege, it's all about psychological warfare, with a kind of beauty that is so frightening that one can be scared to death.

This whole series of attacks made the Asul defenders of Anaheim realize that there was no possibility of a comeback, and they had no choice but to surrender without even offering a symbolic resistance.

Today, the ruler of Anaheim, Elion, led the garrison and formally merged into the 32nd Army under the command of Gilead for training. It continued the "glorious" tradition of the Kingdom of Terenlock during the Great Schism and became a vassal army of Duruchi.

Of course, in their own narrative, they were not working for Drukir, much less for the Witch King, but for Gilead, fighting for the last bloodline of the House of Lothern-Marsanus.

Barely retaining the last bit of dignity?

It was not by chance that Daxus chose to go south at this moment, but because the fleet of Ulthuan had finally made some moves. With the planning of Finnubar and Aislin, almost all the forces that could be mobilized were mobilized, even the garrison of Twilight Fortress and the fleets in other colonies were mobilized.

The strategy of besieging a point and attacking the reinforcements was simple. If Ulthuan did not rescue Anaheim, the morale of the entire army would be shaken. If they sent troops to rescue, if they invested too few troops, they would be sending their lives in vain. If they invested too many troops, they would inevitably have to fight a decisive battle with Druch. However, no matter what, they could not sit idly by, so this battle was inevitable.

As the champion of Matheran, Daxus must also show his respect. Not only him, but also...

Compared to the stability of Druki, the internal situation of Ulthuan was becoming increasingly chaotic. The 10th Phoenix King, "The Sage" Bel-Hathor, was already a dying candle in the wind, and the news of his critical illness spread like wildfire, and the political situation in Ulthuan was already turbulent.

The sea-opening faction took the opportunity to fully promote this action. Finnubar relied on his own reputation and the network of contacts that the Emerald Sea family had cultivated for many years to push the entire naval mobilization to a climax. In addition, Anaheim nominally belonged to the Terenlock Kingdom, so the traditionalists could not object. After all, who dared to stand up and say they would not save it?

The situation that follows is already very clear, and there are only two possible scenarios:

The first is that the navy of Ulthuan successfully relieves Anaheim, or at least withdraws its garrison back to Ulthuan, and maintains a balance in the confrontation with the fleet of Druki, preventing the tragedy of the Bloody Day from happening again. In this case, Finnubar will ascend the throne of Phoenix King with his great prestige, and the sea faction will completely control Ulthuan, and then prepare for war to welcome the invasion of Druki.

of course……

The second possibility is that the Asur Navy is annihilated, the tragedy of the "Day of Blood" is repeated, Anaheim is completely lost, and Finnubar's reputation suffers a heavy blow. Moreover, the annihilation of the Asur Navy not only means the collapse of Finnubar's personal reputation, but also directly shakes the foundation of the entire Kaihai faction.

Previously, this faction's influence, built on expansionism and maritime trade, had already spread to the kingdoms of Ulthuan. From maritime hegemony to commercial networks, from military deployment to foreign policy, the Sea Clan was expanding its voice at an astonishing rate.

A complete defeat in a naval battle would be the abyss after they reach the peak.

The former supporters will begin to hesitate, and those nobles who were originally skeptical of the open sea policy will take advantage of the situation and turn to the traditionalists. This change not only means that the legitimacy of the open sea policy has been completely questioned, but also means that the political balance within Ulthuan is shifting sharply. The conservative forces that have been suppressed for many years will use this fiasco to launch a counterattack, trying to overturn all reforms related to the open sea, and return Ulthuan to the old order they are familiar with.

As a result, the succession to the Phoenix throne will fall into great uncertainty.

Originally, if the navy won, Finnubar would have been able to become the eleventh Phoenix King with his military exploits and prestige. But if he lost miserably, he would not only lose this qualification, but also become the target of attacks from all sides, and become a political rat. The open-sea faction would do its best to protect him, while the traditional faction would try every means to make him completely overturn.

The power struggle will intensify, and Ulthuan will face a long and uncertain political struggle.

After all, on this ancient island, the election of the Phoenix King has never been just a contest of virtue and honor, but also a chess game of bloodline, interests, prestige and military strength.

But this is not the most serious consequence.

If the Asur navy is destroyed in this action, Ulthuan's naval supremacy will be over.

Until now, Asur has relied on his unrivaled naval power to shape Ulthuan into an isolated island far away from disputes, keeping the outside world's war and chaos out. However, after this battle, this barrier will be torn apart. Whether it is the Duruchi fleet or other hostile forces that covet Ulthuan, they can approach the heart of the island with greater impunity.

The loss of sea power means that Ulthuan is no longer safe, that past glory will be trampled upon, and that after this defeat, the real nightmare has just begun.

Of course, there is a hidden plot line in the story of this battle—a plot known only to very few people, an ending full of irony.

The Ulthuan delegation's trip to Naggaroth was not simply a diplomatic activity. In fact, it was one of the keys to the Asur fleet's full-scale attack.

The train heading south did not stop at New Hag Graves, but went straight to Clar Karond, where he stayed for a whole week, accompanying Maranur on his tours and staying in his own room in the Night Warden's Castle.

From then on, he set out on his journey to Anaheim.

However, this time, he did not choose the train, but went south along the highway to witness the changes along the way with his own eyes. Anyway, it was still early.

The railway line from Clarkalond to Anaheim is different now than it was a year ago. The original two railway lines have been expanded to five, with military trains running back and forth continuously. The forest on the east side has been cut down, forming a 500-meter isolation zone. Within the isolation zone, a defense stronghold is set up every 1,000 meters, which can accommodate a hundred people.

This is to prevent possible surprise attacks and destruction. It is the experience that Druch has learned from previous wars and the embodiment of Naggaroth's will on the battlefield.

Daxus inspected along the way, observing the deployment of garrisons along the way, and finally arrived in Anaheim, or to be more precise, New Anaheim.

However, before he could sit down and say hello to others, he received a somewhat strange message from Ryan.

A message from Elsing Alvin. (End of chapter)