Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Before he became a madman, Finubar was a hero of Ulthuan, bearing countless glory and splendor.

He showed unparalleled talent in diplomacy, and in Elsin Arwen, he came into contact with a flourishing human civilization that surprised Asur, whose power and territory were far greater than those colonies that Asur had abandoned. Those places that were once primitive tribal groups have now become powerful and prosperous, full of vitality and unlimited possibilities.

Not only did he establish peaceful relations with the Kingdom of Bretonnia and the Empire of Sigmar, he also made friendly contacts with the dwarves and even explored the surrounding forests in depth, looking for traces of his own people.

Though both societies received him with respect and courtesy, neither was willing to return to Ulthuan or swear fealty to the Phoenix King, nor even accept the status of a diplomatic ambassador.

This did not stop Finubar from having great diplomatic success, however, and although he failed to gain their loyalty, the leaders of these societies were eager to engage in trade with Ulthuan.

Don’t ask why you desire it, you just desire it.

Ulthuan began to open up, and Men were admitted as trading partners, and Lothern became one of the most important ports in the world, a cosmopolitan center of commerce, naval power, and intrigue.

All these changes are the achievements of Finnubar.

Before Bel-Hathor died, he named Finubar his successor, in recognition of his importance to the future of Ulthuan.

Of course, this is assuming that Dacus does not interfere.

With the intervention of Dacus, all plans and achievements seem to be going off track? Things have changed, but some things have not changed after all.

"He trusted me...but I couldn't do anything." Finnubar murmured in a hoarse voice, his hands clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white, as if he was grasping at the last hope.

The guilt was like a heavy darkness, pressing down on his chest mercilessly, almost suffocating him. The deep self-blame was like a hard stone, constantly crushing his soul.

A flash of pain flashed in his eyes, then disappeared, replaced by anger. Anger quickly filled his chest, like an uncontrollable torrent, sweeping away all his thoughts.

"I don't deserve it." He whispered, his voice was hollow, like the dead air coming from the bottom of his heart, "How can I deserve this position, deserve this trust? There is nothing in front of my eyes, only endless darkness." His voice full of regret was almost unable to connect with the voice of the outside world. Only his lonely heartbeat echoed in his ears.

He closed his eyes, and scenes flashed through his mind again, the past glory, the past dreams, and the road locked by fate. He stood on the peaks of those glory, looking down at the port of Lothern, and saw the merchant ships circling like giant dragons. The veins of commerce and politics were intertwined, sketching out an extremely magnificent picture.

"What should I do?" He murmured, his voice filled with unspeakable pain, his eyes flickering with confusion. No matter how he thought, no matter how he struggled, the answer in his heart was still blank.

He hated Dacus, hated himself for not making a decision at that critical moment, hated that he could not escape the arrangement of fate, hated that endless road, hated that every moment was devoured by choices. Every rationality, every strength, became so fragile in the face of this strong anger and guilt. He could not bear this pressure, and could not resist the darkness in his heart.

"I don't deserve it." He whispered again, his voice already filled with a hint of despair, "How can I deserve... this world, deserve these past glories, deserve that trust?"

Finnubar almost felt suffocated. The anger, guilt and pain in his heart made it impossible for him to sort out his thoughts. Dacus, the existence that left a deep mark in his life, was like an invisible ghost, always hovering around him. He could not get rid of it, nor could he completely abandon it.

Belanna looked at Finnubar in silence. His expression was no longer one of scrutiny and anger, but of a complex, almost indescribable pity. He had never seen Finnubar so broken. The Phoenix King candidate who was once fearless and calm in crisis now sat in front of a heavy door, exuding an aura of complete collapse, as if all his dignity had been stripped away, leaving only a warrior who had lost all his faith.

His eyes were as deep as the sea. He did not speak, nor did he cast any comforting spells to try to ease Finubar's emotions, although he knew there were countless ways to help Finubar calm down.

But, he didn't.

What Finnubar needed at this moment was not simple comfort, but time. Time would give the long-accumulated pain and emotions a chance to vent, time would give him a chance to face up to the cracks in his heart, and time would allow him to gradually regain his sanity and stand up again.

Then Belannaar stood by quietly until Finubar's breathing became steady and his shoulders stopped shaking like a frightened bird.

"I have no choice..." Finally, Finnubar spoke softly, his voice still low and hoarse, as if torn by the pain in his heart.

This sentence was like a stone sinking into the sea, but it carried a kind of heaviness that was finally released. As this sentence fell, his eyes gradually regained some clarity, and the previous emotion that was almost collapsed began to fade away, like the tide receding, revealing the original beach.

He took a deep breath and raised his head. The guilt in his eyes still lingered, but he didn't think he had done anything wrong. In front of those choices he had made, he had no other choice, even though that road was destined to be lonely and endless.

"Time is running out and the meeting is about to begin. What do you think?" Belanna's voice was gentle, but it seemed to carry a heavy weight.

"I always thought that I was the one who controlled everything." Finnubar raised a bitter smile, "Every move was made by me. Every compromise was arranged by me. I thought I saw the whole picture." At this point, his tone became heavy, and the light in his eyes dimmed again, "But I didn't expect..."

He slowly stood up against the door frame, his movements seemed a little stiff and slow, but the demeanor that a politician should have gradually returned. He patted the non-existent dust on his robe, tidied up his messy clothes, wiped away the wet marks at the corners of his eyes, and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to inhale the air of the entire tower into his lungs, trying to temporarily put aside all the fatigue and pain.

"Have you cried enough?" B'Elanna asked softly, with a hint of concern in his eyes.

"It's not enough to cry. Fate is cruel." Finnubar smiled bitterly. His voice was low and hoarse, like the sorrow that had been suppressed for too long. "But there is no time to cry anymore."

"So, what do you think? Answer me, it's very important!" Belanna nodded slightly, with deep determination in his eyes.

Finubar raised his head and looked at Belannaar, just as he had when he first entered the room.

"The situation has become like this, will you still support me?" He spoke with a somewhat uncertain tone, with a faint hope, but also full of deep doubt, "Will you still support me to become the Phoenix King?"

"Yes! As long as you want to!" Belanna answered without any hesitation, his voice sonorous and powerful, like a heavy hammer, striking a string in the deepest part of Finnubar's heart.

Finnubar was stunned for a moment. He had not expected such a firm response from Belanna. At this moment, all his emotions almost stopped. He became a little confused again, but then he felt an inexplicable sense of relief.

There was a moment of surprise on his face, and then it turned into an expression of sudden enlightenment. "Hoss?" He asked tentatively, with a hint of complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

Belanna said nothing this time, but nodded.

Finnubar gasped, his hand unconsciously reaching into his robe and pulling out a silver cigarette case. He opened the case and then turned to Belannar, wanting to share a cigarette. Seeing Belannar frown, he chuckled and then lit a cigarette on his own. The smoke swirled in the air. He didn't look at Belannar again, but immersed himself in the familiar smell.

He himself didn't know when he started to have this habit, and from whom did he learn it, maybe from his son? However, it didn't matter. What mattered was that he got a little comfort in the swirling smoke, and those emotions drifted away with the smoke.

Time was running out, the meeting was about to begin, and he knew he had to seize every opportunity to regain his sanity.

As Belannaar had said, time was running out.

Thoughts rushed through Finnubar's mind like a torrent that suddenly opened. His collapse just now was not only due to the pain and guilt in his heart, but also because he had already stepped into the threshold. His father and Elardesi's plan was almost successful, but he took his foot back. Then, when he took his foot back, Bel-Hathor pushed him in again, like a ruthless push from fate.

He took a deep breath, raised his head, and his eyes gradually regained some clarity. He began to think seriously about how to move forward in the future.

Now, as long as he wanted, he could step through that door again and become the Phoenix King. Although this honor seemed out of reach, it was now within reach!

Starting from Bel Shana, who can become the Phoenix King is elected by the parliament rather than designated by the previous Phoenix King, but Bel Hathor's influence is unparalleled!
Starting from the End of Time, from the end to the front, the last Supreme Magic Swordsman was Fenrir, before that was Teclis, then the current Belhanar, and before that were Bel Hathor, Morviel, and Bel-Khadith.

There is nothing beyond that... There is not even a hair on the tower, let alone the Supreme Magic Swordsman.

After Mauville came to power, he speculated that Druzy’s power had been greatly weakened, otherwise why were they so desperate as to resort to such extreme measures as assassination?
Then, based on this inference and in order to avenge his predecessor, he used his prestige and the voices of the Asur to organize a fleet and land in Naggaroth.

Then...

If Mencius were still alive, the throne of the tenth Phoenix King might have been his, but unfortunately, he died in the war. (Chapter 514)
As a result, the Supreme Magic Swordsman Bel-Hathor became the tenth Phoenix King. He was chosen because many people in the council thought he could easily achieve their own goals and successfully achieve various political goals. However, they were proven wrong and he became a ruler known for his determination and wisdom.

There is a deeper reason why Bel-Hathor stands out so well, and that is his family - the Teriolan family.

This family rose to prominence in the ancient times of the elves, and after the Great Invasion, the Teriolan family began to gradually rise to the top.

At that crucial meeting, when Menes, son of Caledor the Dragon Tamer, and Morathi had a fierce dispute, Cyriol stepped in as a peacemaker.

And Selio is the head of the Terriolan family. In addition, he has another important identity. He is a student of the dragon tamer Caledo.

The seventh Phoenix King, Bel-k Hades, "The Wise", and the eighth Phoenix King, Edythe, "The Singer", were both from the Tyriolan family. Bel-k Hades was hailed as the greatest wizard after Caledor the Dragon Tamer. During his reign, he not only consolidated the status of the Tyriolan family, but also built the White Tower of Hoeth. From its construction to the submergence of Ulthuan, this tower has always been the most important magical symbol of Ulthuan, without a doubt.

That is to say...

In Ulthuan, the Bel-Hathor and Terriolan families have a strong influence. If Belanna is willing, he can also run for the Phoenix King, and there is a high probability that he will become the Phoenix King.

And that’s not all…

Unlike other kingdoms, the political structure of the Kingdom of Safri is more complex and unique. The real power of this kingdom is not entirely controlled by the nobles, but by the Council of Grand Mages.

Each archmage's palace is designed to match his or her unique personality. The unique architectural style makes each palace look like a work of art, and it is difficult to find similarities between them.

The palace of Anurion, the father of Kaelil, is called the "Winter Palace", located in the northwest of Tar Yvresse. Although it is called the Winter Palace, it is full of plants. Although Anurion is an Yvresse, and has a weird personality and is out of place, he has a seat in the Grand Mage Council.

Bell-Tanya's palace is located in the Kingdom of Itain.

Rianna's father is a powerful wizard who lives in the floating castle of the Kingdom of Safri, a fantasy palace filled with rare flowers from all over the world.

Who is Ruianna? (Chapters 576-578)
Eldan and Kyleel...

Despite this, the most eye-catching building in the Kingdom of Safri is still the White Tower of Hoeth. This tower symbolizes the supremacy of magic, and thinking of the devotion to Hoeth, it is the holy place in the minds of all great wizards, not these palaces.

The Grand Mage Council is chaired by the Supreme Mage Swordsman and discusses issues of magic governance, magic protection, and the balance between order and chaos. The identities of the members are known only to each other, and seats are granted by invitation only, but the princes and princesses of the Kingdom of Safri are exempted, and they can automatically obtain seats based on their status, regardless of whether they can use magic or not.

Finnubar's brain worked quickly, and he thought of the demigod Sarir whom he had met in Athel Loren. Although he was called a demigod, he knew that Sarir was clearly the walking incarnation of Hoeth!

And more importantly, he was sure that Sarir was on the side of Dacreus, not any other side, like the demigods Serene and Liariel.

This is also true...

At the same time, another person emerged in his mind - Fenrir, the wizard who had gone to Elsin Arwen with him, but finally chose to stay in Asheril. Fenrir's choice had confused him, but as time went on, he gradually realized something.

Belanna's attitude and words seemed to remind him of something. Belanna was so determined. Besides the brotherhood and the family behind him, was it also because of some revelation from Hoss?
Finnubar's thoughts raced. He took a deep puff of his cigarette, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and stared at Belanna. The air was filled with the faint aroma of tobacco. At this moment, his heart seemed to be pulled by some force, and all his decisions became extremely clear.

"Can you elaborate a little more? This is crucial to you, to me, to Osu, and to the future of the elves." He whispered, with an indescribable sense of urgency and heaviness in his tone. (End of this chapter)