Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Belloda White Wave stood on the dock, the wind lifted her cloak and brushed her blue robe, as if the waves were gently hitting the rocks. In the distance, the Asur fleet, under the reflection of the sun, slowly approached the dock.

Those warships that were once on the verge of battle, now guided by the will of the sea god, like a group of white gulls returning downstream, quietly sailing into the harbor.

At this moment, her emotions surged like the tide.

She thought of her childhood, her days in Lothern, the days when she ran along the pure white coast, and the recklessness and pride of her youth. She thought of the years when she learned magic at the White Tower of Hoeth, and explored the mysteries of magic in countless books and rituals. She thought of the days when she drifted on the boundless ocean, dancing with the waves, fighting against the storms, feeling the whispers of the sea god, and witnessing the power of the ocean.

She thought of everything that happened in Twilight Fortress, and she thought of that strange journey - the journey to Elsing Alvin, a journey that allowed her to rediscover herself and the world.

She was once part of a group, and then she became an individual, drifting in the waves of this world. But now, standing on this port, she has become a member of the group again, standing with her compatriots to welcome this historic intersection.

after……

She could return to Ulthuan as a High Priestess of Stormweaver, not as a traitor...

Standing beside her were Haglin Cold Eyes and Violet Riel—two Duruchi, two high-ranking priests of the same level as her. The three of them did not talk to each other, no extra words, just stood there quietly, looking deeply at the fleet gradually approaching the shore.

No one spoke, but silence itself was the deepest communication.

Hagelin's face was as grim as ever, and there was neither joy nor anger in her eyes, only calmness and some indescribable sigh. She had seen countless wars, seen the blood-stained waves countless times, and heard countless people's desperate cries, but today, what she witnessed was a conflict that had never happened, a war that was stopped by a miracle.

Violet was also silent. Her eyes swept across the fleet that was slowly approaching the shore. The faces of the Asur warriors were still filled with awe and shock. Their hearts had not yet fully recovered from the miracle, and their thoughts were still lingering in the whispers of the waves. She knew that after today, their faith would be more firm, and Maserlan's oracle would be more unshakable.

After a while, Bel-Aihor came over on a two-wheeled vehicle. When he approached the three high-level priests, he rang the bell and then nodded slightly as a greeting.

"This is the best outcome." When the Sunspear docked steadily in the distance, Haglin finally spoke. Her voice was like the sharp sea breeze, carrying a sense of vicissitudes, yet surprisingly calm.

There is no sarcasm, no quarrel, no abuse, only simple and firm recognition.

"Yes, that's the best outcome." Belloda sighed softly, looking at the tranquil sea with complicated eyes, her voice trembling slightly, but full of emotion.

She knew in her heart that her feelings were undoubtedly more complicated than those of Haglin and Violet - because she was Asur, and she did not want to see a bloody battle between Duruch and Asur in this sea area. She knew too well the strength of the Duruch navy. Once the battle broke out, it would be an extremely brutal battle, a battle destined to end with Asur's defeat.

She was also a high-ranking priestess of Matheran. She did not want to see fellow believers of the sea god killing each other, dyeing the ocean red with blood, and destroying the area where they prayed and revered together.

But now, what she feared did not happen.

Dacus did it.

Serene did it.

Matheran did it!

They let war rest on the tides and made the waves a bridge rather than a battlefield.

Belloda took a deep breath, she felt her heartbeat in her chest, and the warmth of the sea breeze brushing against her fingertips. She knew that after today, everything would be different.

History will not forget this day, the ocean will not forget this day, and believers will not forget this day.

This is the will of Matheran, the response of the sea god to his believers, and the path chosen by the waves.

At the dock, three high-ranking priests stood together, looking at the figure about to land.

Deep in their eyes, a new tide is about to begin.
-
On the deck of the Hidrok, the sea breeze fluttered the flags, and the waves hit the sturdy hull of the dragon ship, making a low echo.

Yelian Luylen stood at the bow, looking across the harbor at the approaching figure, and shook his head helplessly.

It was his elusive brother, Bel-Ahkhor.

However, what really made him speechless was that Bel-Ahol was riding a strange means of transportation, speeding across the dock like a ghost in the wind, so fast that it seemed as if he would rush directly into the sea in the next moment.

If his judgment is correct, this is the two-wheeled vehicle mentioned at the meeting five years ago.

Of course, this is not important. What is important is that he can clearly feel the gazes of the Sea Guards standing beside him - these elite warriors from the Ruilan family, their eyes are filled with a hint of surprise, a hint of curiosity, and even a little bit of helplessness.

Of course they all knew Bel-Aihor, the youngest son of the patriarch Finnubar, but they had never thought that they would see him appear in such a...strange way in this strange port today. But soon, they showed a look of realization. Yes, based on what had happened before, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with Bel-Aihor appearing here in this way?
"cheer!"

Yelian said in a low, firm voice, ordering the Sea Guards to straighten their ranks and show due dignity. He knew that even if the dock was empty and Duruchi was not watching, it did not mean that they could relax.

As the eldest son of Finnubar and one of the key figures in this operation, he must maintain the proper demeanor, and Asur must also have the proper pride of Asur.

Although……

There wasn't even a single armed Druki on the entire dock. Only further away, there were some dark figures who looked like logistics personnel busy at work.

Those Duruchi did not deploy their troops in battle array, there were no swords and guns, no soldiers on standby, and they did not even look like they were preparing for battle. Instead, they were simply moving supplies, organizing warehouses, and handling trivial matters?

Yelian frowned slightly, this was completely different from what he had imagined. He thought he would see a tense confrontation, the Duruchis on high alert, crossbows everywhere in the port, and assassins in the shadows ready to attack at any time.

Even if he didn't launch an attack, he had to make a show of force and overwhelm Asur with his momentum.

But the reality is...

Duruchi didn't even bother to greet them?

Or does Drucci simply not care?

Just as he was thinking, there was a slight sound at the dock. Bel-Ahol had stopped the two-wheeler steadily and then secured it neatly.

Yelian took a deep breath, stepped off the Hidrok, and stepped onto the solid stone floor. His boots hit the ground, making a clear echo, and the next moment, he and his brother were hugging each other tightly.

At this moment, his mood was complicated and heavy.

It has been five years since he last saw Bel-Ahkhor.

The last time they met was in Tor Yvresse.

At that time, Yelian had already felt the difference between them. They were not of the same kind. The gap between them was being widened by time and experience.

During these five years, he occasionally thought about——

What would have happened if he had gone to Chapeutto instead?

If he were in Bel-Ihol's position, would the course of events have been different?

But he quickly shook his head and denied the idea.

Because he simply didn't have that choice.

When Lauren was there, his father had no intention of letting him go.

He had tried to convince his father to let him go to Chapeyuto with Bel-Ahor, but his father had said no. Even if he went, Marin would not let him go to Naggaroth.

Therefore, all assumptions are just fantasies after all.

The reality is – he didn’t go that route, and Bale did.

Bale-Ihol has taken a completely different life and become who he is today.

"Stop being stunned."

Bel-Ahor's voice rang in Yelian's ears, with an unquestionable seriousness in his tone, and then his brother patted him heavily on the shoulder.

"Next, you are important."

Yelian was startled, he blinked, looked up at his brother's calm but meaningful face, and then he suddenly realized.

"Yeah... I'm very important next."

He is Finnubar's eldest son, one of the planners of this action, and an important part of the entire plan.

This storm about Asur and Duruchi, about the oracle of Maserlan, about the future of the tides - he, Yelian Luylen, was destined to become an indispensable role in it.

"We..." He started to speak, but was interrupted by Bel-Aihor before he could finish his words.

"Let the soldiers rest, I have already arranged the supplies." Bel-Ahor's tone was indifferent, with his usual composure, his eyes fell on the permanent barracks that had just been built in the distance.

It was a large-scale complex of buildings, lined up along the coastline. This was not just a temporary military camp, but a base prepared for the long-term garrison of the future New Anaheim, a huge naval base.

Then he waved to the officers and sea guards who were looking over at him, indicating that they could disembark.

Throughout the entire process, his instructions were concise and his actions were decisive. He did not act like a fledgling nobleman at all. Instead, he looked more like a real commander and manager.

Yelian watched from the side with mixed feelings. His brother was now able to take charge of his own affairs, act steadily, and even arrange subsequent supplies and stationing for the entire fleet.

And what about himself?
"Come on." Bel-Ahol's voice interrupted Yelian's thoughts. He turned around and found his brother standing in front of him. He patted the back seat of the two-wheeled vehicle next to him, motioning him to get in.

"I sit on it?" Yelian was stunned for a moment, then frowned.

"What else? You want to ride? And then we both fall off?" Bell-Ahol rolled his eyes.

"Are you afraid of me riding you?" Yelian stared at his brother for a while, with a thoughtful smile on his face.

"No, I'm worried about my reputation," Bell-Ihol replied matter-of-factly. "I don't want another car rollover on the road in the new Anaheim to become a topic of conversation for others."

Yelian chuckled and stopped arguing with his brother, but sat sideways on the back seat. But as soon as he sat down, Bel-Ahor frowned and patted his leg armor.

"Come down."

"What's wrong?" Yelian looked at his brother in confusion.

"The frame hasn't been lowered yet."

"..."

He was suddenly speechless. He was about to say something, but was completely defeated by Bel-Aihor's next sentence -

"Also, don't put your arms around my waist, it looks really weird."

"..."

His expression froze instantly. He looked at his hand that had just unconsciously supported Bel-Ahol's waist, and the expression on his face suddenly became strange.

"Can you have fewer weird ideas?" he couldn't help but complain.

"Then could you please stop making weird moves?" Bale-Ekhor responded bluntly.

"Then where should I help?" Yelian took a deep breath and tried to stay calm.

"Why do you want to help me? Don't you trust me?"

"..."

Yelian rolled his eyes helplessly and folded his arms.

Bel-Aihor nodded with satisfaction, then started the two-wheeled vehicle and drove Yelian to the other side of the dock. There was no other way, because the dock was so large and there were so many ships. There was no better means of transportation than a two-wheeled vehicle. He didn't want to ride the iconic cold lizard, nor did he want to travel through the raider. After all, he was the son of Finnubar.

In the sound of the wind, Yelian looked at his brother's back, and some complicated emotions emerged in his heart.

As time goes by, the brothers' identities, positions and experiences have changed.

But at this moment, this kind of bickering and fighting is still the most familiar way of getting along between brothers.

It's as if they have never changed.
-
Aislin stood by the side of the ship, his hands gently resting on the railing, his eyes fixed on Anaheim in the distance, or rather, the new Anaheim now.

As the fleet got closer, he could see the outline of the city more clearly.

There was no destruction from war, no trace of being besieged by a large army, and no burned ruins. On the contrary, the spires that symbolized the glory of Asur still stood tall, and the sunlight shone on the white walls, exuding a sacred and pure glory.

But it's different.

very different.

Aisling had been here more than once.

He thought he would see a familiar sight, the sea that was once surrounded by many large and small islands, and the former maritime barrier of Asur.

But when he really looked at the new Anaheim, he found that——

The Islands are gone!
Instead, there is a complete, huge island that spans the sea!

Various exquisite and magnificent buildings rose from the ground and extended along the coastline, forming an unprecedented magnificent urban cluster.

A completely new sea fortress appeared in his sight.

New Anaheim.

In his past understanding, it was impossible for Anaheim's geographical structure to undergo such drastic changes in just a few years.

But now, everything here is different, as if it has experienced a large-scale geological change, or... a miracle.

"What will happen next?" There was a hint of uncertainty in Aislin's voice. He turned to look at Daquus who was standing aside and looking quietly into the distance.

Dacus was still leaning on the railing, his posture leisurely and his expression calm, as if he was thinking about something.

Hearing Aislin's question, he just answered calmly.

"Get off the boat, eat, and rest."

"That's all?" Aislin was stunned for a moment, then he asked subconsciously.

"What else? Is there anything more important than eating?" Daxus turned his head and looked at Aislin with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

Aislin opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but swallowed the words back.

He originally thought...

They would be surrounded and closely watched by the Duruchi soldiers, and might even be disarmed and imprisoned.

But now it seems...

He was silent for a moment, and finally shook his head.

Dacus looked at Aislin's reaction and smiled helplessly. He knew what Aislin was thinking. He just felt that this was not "dramatic" enough and not "in line with expectations".

In Aislin's imagination, they were a fleet that could potentially spark a war, and they deserved to encounter a tense confrontation, and perhaps even face a life-and-death crisis.

But the fact is...

There is no such trouble, and there is no need for such trouble.

Daxus shrugged, raised his hand and pointed at the assault ships and red dragon formations that were returning in an orderly manner in the sky.

Aislin couldn't help but sigh and nodded.

Yes, there is no need to go through so much trouble.

This Asur fleet does look strong, but in reality, it is very pure, even a little "thin".

It has no White Lion Guards, no Dragon Princes, and no dragon support. This is a fleet composed entirely of the three eastern kingdoms of Ulthuan - the home fleet plus the colonial fleet. It is the essence of Asur, but it is not the core fleet that truly represents the entire Asur military force.

If we really want to fight with Duruchi here...

Then, the real victory or defeat was probably already determined when the fleet entered this sea area.

All the current situation was caused by Finnubar's manipulation. From the moment he returned from Naggaroth, he began to carefully plan and control the direction of all the situations. He joined forces with Elardesi to block the Terenlock fleet that was supposed to come to the rescue.

The reason sounds plausible.

The fleet will not make any landings, to avoid repeating the mistakes of the "Day of Blood".

What he could guarantee was that the fleet would cover the Anaheim garrison's boarding and evacuation under conditions.

However, the real situation is far more complicated than it appears.

The Tyronrocks did not think Anaheim could continue to hold out. In their view, the city had already fallen, and the so-called "covered evacuation" was just empty talk. If the fleet went there rashly, it would only put Tyronrock's own military in danger. In the end, they chose to wait and see cautiously - waiting for the situation to settle down, rather than actively intervening.

Although it's cruel, this is the reality.

And all this is exactly what Finnubar wants to see.

Now, his layout was successful and his plan was successful.

Meanwhile, at the dock, Belloda and Karadoria finally meet again after a long separation.

"I thought we would never see each other again..." Karadoria said softly, with a slight tremor in her voice that could not be concealed. (End of this chapter)