Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

It was not until Finnubar, who was full of B, felt a subtle and strange gaze, and then his attention was naturally drawn to that gaze.

Unlike other kingdoms, the Kingdom of Nagarys only sent one representative, the "Dark King" Aris Anar. At this moment, he was not standing among the traditional people, nor was he standing in the position that should belong to him. Instead, he was leaning against the wall, with his arms folded, his right foot placed in front of his left foot, out of tune with everything else.

It was because the Kingdom of Nagarythe was somewhat awkward in the political circle of Ulthuan, and he had no intention of breaking the awkward situation. He appeared here just because he wanted to be here, not for anything else.

Finnubar raised his eyebrows. Although he could not see the face hidden by the hood, he could clearly feel that the eyes looking at him contained complex and indescribable emotions.

This gaze was not as cold as those of the political elites, but a mixed emotion: doubt, thinking, struggle, and more of confusion. That feeling of confusion gave him an illusion that Aris himself was also lost, trying to find his own position in the complicated vortex?

This made him feel a sense of sympathy. This was the second time he felt this kind of gaze today. If he looked at himself in the mirror, there would be three, not...

Although he had not really communicated with Aris in depth, he was still able to guess some situations through some clues. After all, his youngest son had told him about his experiences when he first arrived in Naggaroth and met Aris, as well as Aris's experiences in Naggaroth.

He thought for a moment and curled the left corner of his mouth. That subtle movement contained too many meanings, perhaps it was a hint, or perhaps it was just some natural muscle reaction, but he knew in his heart that there was more hidden behind this movement, and he believed that Aris would understand.

He did not think that Aris would expose him, at least under the current situation, Aris did not intend to do so. This was not something that would not benefit the Kingdom of Nagarys, but would only make the Kingdom of Nagarys more passive. He knew that Aris did not care about these political gains and losses, otherwise he would have jumped into the power circle of Ulthuan and actively participated in it, instead of maintaining such an alienated attitude.

And... the best time to reveal it is before the fleet attacks! Not now, or later. He didn't think Aris, who came from the era of the Great Schism, would be so stupid.

But?

At this moment, he couldn't tell what the hidden motive behind Aris was. Was it due to his personality, or was he affected by some deeper external influence?

Perhaps it was the influence of Dacus?

He got a lot of information from Bel-Ahol's words. Dacus played a very unique role in his interaction with Aris. His calm and rational attitude seemed to have inadvertently left a deep impression on Aris? Just like when he first came into contact with Dacus, Aris chose to remain silent and alienated when facing a complex political situation?

His intuition told him that Aris would more likely choose to keep his distance and wait and see.

If the result today is that he eventually becomes the regent, then Aris will most likely, as he expected, just walk away and return to the Kingdom of Nagarythe, continue to obey orders without following orders, immerse himself in that land that is almost undisturbed by the outside world, fight against external threats alone, and promote his loyalty and responsibility to Nagarythe as usual, rather than getting deeply involved in the political struggles of Ulthuan.

Besides...what if Aris exposed him?
Although Finnubar relied too much on his political instincts, his instincts were accurate at this moment.

After taking a look at Finnubar, Aris continued to lean there, looking at the ground in front of him, his eyes were empty and slightly tired, and the turmoil in his heart far exceeded the calmness he showed on the surface. He didn't want to come, but he had to come, because he was the ruler of the Kingdom of Nagarys, and he had to stand here, even though he was tired of it.

If possible, he wanted to yawn and go back to lie down and rest. After all, everything in front of him was beyond his control.

And, if nothing unexpected happens, will this meeting be the last?
He felt powerless and even suffocated by this strong premonition. The tide of the times surged towards him like a huge tsunami, almost drowning his personal will. He believed that he had never been a rigid person, but he felt that he could not adapt to this era.

He used to be fearless on the battlefield, but now he is facing a more cruel force. The invisible wheel of history rolls forward, and personal resistance seems to have long been powerless.

The oppressive feeling from the times made him unable to breathe and unable to escape.

Daxus had clearly warned him not to return to Naggaroth.

But who is he?

He is the Shadow King, he is a being who can move freely in the shadows!
However, he did not provoke Dacus because he knew that Dacus was not joking.

After Moras' death, he went to Naggaroth more than once. He jumped on the train and felt the coolness and sense of freedom brought by the whistling cold wind. He went to Gorond after Moras' death, walked through every street and passed through every building, as if trying to escape from the shackles of one person and find a piece of tranquility that belonged to him.

He had been to New Hag Graves and Clar Karond.

For a while, he even lived in Clarkalond for a long time and lived like an ordinary worker. There, he learned to operate machine tools and became an excellent lathe operator. The precise operation, familiarity with tools, control of machines, and rhythmic noise made him feel like he was out of this world and became a simple person, just like when he was young and ran freely in the wilderness.

After get off work, he would go to bars, baths, and theaters with other workers to kill time. He would occasionally attend a colleague's wedding banquet or watch the Druzian women fighting and cursing in the ring on the first floor. He would sit quietly in a corner, looking at unfamiliar faces, listening to their noise, and observing the Druzian women's reactions.

Until he had to go back to the apartment and rest in his room.

When he did not need to go to work, he had secretly gone to the shipyard to watch the shipwrights working and the new ships being launched; he had gone to the high points around the train station to watch the trains coming in and out; he had watched Druzy's army training, becoming stronger and more terrifying, but also more orderly; he had secretly watched the children in the orphanage learning and playing under the guidance of their teachers - he observed them, as if he was trying to find something in their innocence, to get back what he had lost.

He had gone outside the city to watch the Druzy harvest their crops with their machines. Each time, he would stop and stare at the strange machines. They were full of cold efficiency, which made him feel indescribably strange and full of questions.

The rise of Druzy made him feel a strong sense of separation. Druzy was no longer a group of crazy fanatics who had become unfamiliar to him. They had begun to return to normal, to a rational and calm state. This change shocked him deeply - this was not just the so-called technological progress, but more of a change in thinking? A change in ideology.

A philosophical level?
Under the guidance of Dacus, this change in Druzy caused him to feel deep conflict and pain without realizing it.

The extremes and madness of the past seemed to have become history, while the rationality and order before him gave him a deep sense of ridiculousness.

He felt that he was abandoned by the times, just like the surging waves, and any personal struggle was in vain. He could not adapt to this changing world, and his connection with the past was gradually disappearing.

But now, he stood here, facing the familiar political stage, with only confusion and bewilderment in his heart. This sense of separation was like a heavy iron chain, which bound him deeply and forced him to feel an unprecedented powerlessness.

He had always thought that he could handle it with ease, but now, he had no idea where to start. His former goals, beliefs, and determination to change everything seemed to become insignificant in the face of this turbulent historical tide.

He certainly knew why Finnubar made such a decision, and there was a deeper political logic behind sending out the fleet. He was not blind, and combined with the experiences that Finnubar had preached after returning to Ulthuan, as well as his own experiences in Naggaroth, he quickly deduced that Dacius had a friendship with Finnubar when they were in Elsin Arwen, just as he had in Naggaroth.

Otherwise, how can we explain that Daxus returned to Naggaroth with Asrai and Aenil?
He knew that Dacus was a person who was extremely good at influencing others through his personal charm. This charm almost made Finubar's behavior abnormal - this also made him more convinced that Dacus quietly changed the direction of Finubar's actions in this way.

He didn't think this ridiculous...alliance in front of him was anything special, just a bluffing farce. He didn't think that these scattered kingdoms joining forces could pose a substantial threat to the new Druzy. On the contrary, Druzy was the force that could truly change the situation. As for these so-called alliances, perhaps they would eventually be cleaned up by Druzy and swept into the garbage dump of history.

This view made him feel even more disconnected inside. The order he once believed in was beginning to show obvious cracks.

Finubar ignored Aris who was lost in his inner world and thinking about random things, and instead turned his attention to the camp of the Kingdom of Arion.

In the center is the leader of the Kingdom of Arion - Alandil Swiftwynn.

Alandil was not using crutches, nor was he supported by anyone. Instead, he stood in a strange posture to express his strength.

The look he gave Finnubar was very calm. It could even be said that it was neither friendly nor hostile. Instead, it was more like a cold scrutiny, as if the words he had just spoken had offset all previous favors and the deal was done.

Standing on the left of Alandil was Eldan, the representative of the House of Adyn.

Eldan did not look at Finnubar, but stood there quietly, as if his figure was still there, but his soul had long gone away, drifting to who knows where.

His face was pale, and his hair had lost its former luster, as if time had ruthlessly drained away its vitality. His cheeks were thin, and his deep eye sockets made his face look particularly sharp. His hollow eyes carried a chill that pierced into people's hearts and made them shudder.

Finnubar only glanced at Eldan and understood. Although he had never had an in-depth exchange with Eldan, he knew why the young noble had become like this. It was all related to Keliel, whom he had met in Naggaroth, and was also closely related to the painful story between the two brothers.

But that’s all, he won’t say anything, let alone comment.

His eyes continued to move down and fell on the family sword on Eldan's waist. Even in the scabbard, the blade could not stop the indigo light from flashing. The hilt was ebony with silver threads wrapped around it. The pommel of the sword was inlaid with a piece of polished onyx, exuding an ancient and majestic atmosphere.

This sword is a sacred artifact from the Great Invasion Era, symbolizing the glory of the Adyn family and guaranteeing Eldan's access to this meeting room.

Then, Finnubar looked at the 'Princess of the Red Flame' and the 'Princess of the Plunderer', Irene Redmane.

Irene is from the Red Mane family. The family emblem is a unicorn in flames, symbolizing the perfect combination of speed and destruction. The characteristic of members of this family is that they have flaming red hair.

She has a bold and heroic temperament, and her fighting spirit never seems to dissipate. However, although she is a powerful female warrior, her speech is often mixed with crude slang, which can be regarded as a typical example of the stereotype of the Kingdom of Arion in other kingdoms.

Her political stance has always been fierce. She has publicly opposed any form of contact with Elsing Alvin's cousins ​​more than once. She once bluntly called Asrai a "shudder in a tree hole".

Indra, the woodland lord of Kavalok: How come I, whose family heritage comes from the Kingdom of Arion, have become an autistic person?
For Irene, this straightforward expression is precisely a reflection of her firm stance. She has her own beliefs, and she does not tolerate any compromise, even in dealing with relatives, she maintains an extreme stance. She is the kind of person who disdains to hide her thoughts, tough and wild, representing a kind of untamed power.

Galadrien Windweaver, the commander of the Silver Helm Knights of the Kingdom of Arion, is a leader full of fortitude and violence. His angular face always carries a kind of majesty that makes people dare not look directly at him.

Despite his stern appearance, his heart is full of volatile fire, ready to explode at any time. Known as a "violent provocateur", he sneers at any form of compromise, and whenever someone tries to interrupt him, he will fight back without hesitation. Of course, more often than not, he is the one who interrupts others.

He believed that retreat was a cowardly act and that the elven warriors would rather die than surrender. They would rather die on the battlefield or on horseback than live in vain.

Although his character is extreme and even unpleasant, the Silver Helmets under his command are the absolute elite troops of Ulthuan. (End of this chapter)