Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Daybreak, dawn is coming.

The morning light is like a slowly opening golden dagger, piercing through the silence of the night from the sea level and sprinkling on the sparkling water. The air is filled with damp saltiness and a faint smell of gunpowder, as if indicating that today is destined to be extraordinary.

Eltharion appeared on the deck, his silvery white cloak lifted by the sea breeze and fluttering lightly. His eyes immediately fell on the soldiers and sailors on the deck. They should have returned to their positions at this moment to prepare for the upcoming battle, but now, they all looked silently at the other side of the sea.

He followed their line of sight and saw that scene—

Two huge Great Eastern-class cruise ships, escorted by ten warships, were speeding northward from the northeast of their fleet. The silent route cut through the morning mist like a sharp blade, unstoppable.

Alagalon stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with his brother, his eyes fixed on the ships, his expression indescribable.

Eltharion did not turn to look at him, but simply nodded slightly.

Alagalen nodded first, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. Then he shook his head, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he laughed softly.

The laughter was not loud, but it was particularly clear in the quiet morning light.

Hearing the laughter, Issarion couldn't help but chuckle twice. He knew what was contained in that laughter - not contempt, nor ridicule, but a feeling of extreme helplessness.

Yeah, that's not a big deal, but it really happened.

Eltharion took a deep breath and stopped the officers who were about to return to their ships to command the battle. He just calmly comforted them, his tone calm but unquestionable, while explaining, he quickly issued new orders. After turning around, he reappeared beside Ahair.

At this time, Ahail was whispering something to Adianna, his expression showing reluctance and confusion.

Eltharion said nothing, but gently pulled Ahair aside. Ahair frowned and looked at him with puzzled eyes. He did not respond, but just raised his chin slightly above the sea.

Ahail followed his instructions and saw two assault ships gliding from midair, heading towards the flagship of the fleet. There was a gap between the two assault ships, the front one took off from the flagship of the Duruchi fleet, and the latter took off from the Great Eastern-class cruise ship.

Under the gaze of the Asur, the assault ship slowly landed on the deck.

There were no soldiers charging forward with swords drawn, no tense confrontation between Asur and Duruchi. No shouts of killing, no angry rebukes, no cold gleam of drawn swords - only silence.

At this moment, Ahail knew why Eltharion had pulled him away. He saw Druch, who was either on the deck or on the raiding ship, saluting Aedanna who was standing there alone.

The Drukis had stern faces, but they did not show any rebelliousness. Instead, they displayed an almost pious respect.

The Asur who were watching could feel that these Duruchi gave Adyanna great respect, just as Adyanna was a person of very high status to these Duruchi and gained great recognition from the Duruchi.

Adeanna walked out slowly and stood in the middle of the deck, like a statue in the morning light, her robes rustling in the wind. She did not respond, nor did she say anything, but just stood there, quietly accepting everything.

"The rituals of the Stormweaver Cult." Eltharion explained in a low voice. Seeing the confused look from the people around him, he explained, "They are the navy, the believers of the sea god."

"What about her? Who is she? What role does she play?" Ahail asked in a low voice, looking at the dignified and solemn Adianna.

"A high priest of the Stormweaver Order, one of only five high priests." This time, Isharion did not answer immediately. He stared at Aedanna for a long time, as if recalling something or sighing, and finally said something in a low voice.

Ahail nodded, he was not stupid and did not ask idiotic questions like how come he didn't know. He knew that the 'Storm Weaver Order' that Istharion mentioned was not the sect with the exact same name as he remembered.

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

Many vague clues suddenly became clear, and those unsolved mysteries and those deliberately concealed details finally found their sources.

“No wonder it was Adeanna who presided over the departure ceremony…” Kelly whispered thoughtfully, with a hint of regret and relief in her voice.

"Yes." Eltharion nodded in confirmation. His tone was calm, as if he was stating a trivial matter, but the light in his eyes was like an undercurrent rolling deep in the sea that could not be ignored.

"If I'm not mistaken..." He then said, frowning slightly, as if searching for something in his mind, "The period before was... the long winter holiday. They should be in Anaheim..." He paused, a weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Playing Blood Bowl football?"

After he finished speaking, he nodded vigorously, with a look of resignation and helplessness on his face.

"Dacius is definitely capable of doing such a thing. I know him too well."

"I'm curious..." Felgar stood up straight. As a star on the field, he certainly knew what Blood Bowl Football was. Now he was concerned about another question. His voice was full of curiosity. "Who are the other four high-ranking priests?"

"Two Druki." Eltharion answered simply, "One is from the Cold Eyes Family in Clar Karond, and the other is from the Rell Family in Karond Kar."

After he finished speaking, he chuckled dryly, with a complex emotion hidden in his tone, which seemed to be ironic but also a compromise.

"What about the other two?" Kelly asked immediately.

"Belodar," Eltharion answered. "Belodar of House Whitesurge. You know who I am talking about."

There was no shock or uproar. The Asurs around him just nodded silently, not surprised by the news. After all, Adeanna had just described the series of things she had experienced.

This just nails the truth further into reality.

"I thought it was Marlene from the Emerald Sea family." After calming down, Perriand said in a half-joking and half-teasing tone. His eyes were cast towards the south of the fleet, where the shadows of the Emerald Sea family's ships were faintly visible in the sea fog.

"It should have been hers." Eltharion's tone was calm, but his eyes moved slightly.

Perrine's words brought his thoughts back to the past - back to Chapeiuto.

He suddenly laughed, a little stiffly and awkwardly. It was a deep sense of shame, as he remembered the scene when he jumped directly off the boat.

He shook his head, and then shook his head again, trying to dispel the memory from his mind. "The selection of these five priests... actually has a story. Krakalond and Karond Karl have a very high influence in the navy system. And on our side..." He paused and looked at the familiar faces around him, "You all know it."

At this point, he recalled Marlene's complex and lost expression after being rejected by Darkus, but he did not say it. He just closed his mouth and buried the memory in his heart in silence.

"Then...what about the last one? Our cousin?" Kelly asked again.

This time, Eltharion did not answer immediately. He simply raised his hand and pointed at the second raider that had just landed on the deck.

"Kaia."

"Adeanna."

Two gentle calls sounded almost at the same moment, meeting in the air like the tide hitting the rocky shore. The two stretched out their arms at the same time, ran towards each other quickly, and then hugged each other tightly. The sunlight sprinkled on their overlapping figures, as if coating this scene with a layer of holy light.

"She... I seem to have seen her before." Ahaier frowned, trying to capture this familiar outline from his memory.

"Yes, I have." Alagalon, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up, "At my Ascension Ceremony."

This sentence was like a needle that pierced Ahaier who was in deep thought, and he nodded in sudden realization.

"Are we just going to stand here forever?" Perrine suddenly interrupted, with a hint of breaking the awkwardness in his words.

"of course not."

Eltharion replied calmly, his tone was neither hurried nor slow, but it was full of unquestionable firmness. Before he finished speaking, he took a step, his steps were fast and steady, so fast that his companions beside him could not react in time.

He did not look back, nor did he wait for anyone, as if there was some unavoidable call ahead that was pulling him forward.

When he reached a certain position, he suddenly stopped, straightened his body, and knocked his boots together precisely, making a crisp sound. Then, he beat his chest with his right hand and raised it high.

This posture is completely different from the traditional Asur military salute - it is too sharp and too cold. It is more like an oath, or some solemn ritual of faith.

This scene made the Asur who followed closely around stunned for a moment. They were stunned not because of the abruptness of the action, but because of the "strangeness" of this action.

They knew very well that this kind of etiquette was not from the tradition of Asur, it could only be the etiquette of Duruchi. Just like the strange and ancient ritual just now, those were the existences they had never heard of or even imagined.

Felgar, Ahail, Perrine, and Caril all looked at Istharion at the same time, with a hint of surprise and a subtle estrangement in their eyes. At this moment, the same question emerged in their minds -

“How many things are there that we don’t know?”

Elmir, who was standing aside and watching the two high-level priests, slowly withdrew her gaze and turned to face Issarion. Similarly, she responded with a standard military salute.

Then she gave him a gentle nod of friendship, and Eltharion responded with a simple, powerful nod without saying anything.

These two actions, seemingly just routine courtesy, actually hide a deeper meaning. It is a tacit understanding belonging to a higher class and a confirmation of the "circle".

They both knew that the other was no ordinary person.

When Eltharion was in Naggaroth, he was a favorite of Malekith and was highly appreciated. There was a rumor that he was Malekith's descendant scattered in Ulthuan. While he was highly appreciated by Malekith, he also had a good relationship with Dacreus.

Elmir is from the Cold Eyes family of Clarkarond. His brother is Dastan, his aunt is Hagrin, his lover is Ryan from the Takaia family, and he has also had adventures with Daquus.

When they were in Naggaroth, they met more than once at receptions, banquets, or high-level meetings.

As for the salute just now...

That is not simply a matter of personal respect, but a manifestation of compliance with unified military internal affairs regulations.

In the Duruchi army, salutes between different branches must follow the "internal regulations", and everything is based on rank and position. When it comes to cross-service interaction, rank takes precedence over everything else.

As for the navy, the Stormweaver Order's connections are not as good as those of the army, especially the five high-ranking priests whose status in the order is second only to the Daughter of Matheran. Although they have no military rank, their status is transcendent.

Elmir is now the fleet commander with the rank of Rear Admiral. Originally, according to the original arrangement, she was supposed to command a black ark.

But… times are changing.

With the internal adjustments of the Druch Navy, there are only two paths before her: either become a deputy under a certain admiral, or be directly promoted to an independent commander of the fleet.

She chose the latter without hesitation.

"I won't glare at my brother every day." This is what she said in private.

As for Eltharion... there is no definite actual military rank yet, but according to current developments, it won't be long before...

Since he returned to Ulthuan, he has been reorganizing the army with the support of all parties. Now, the Kingdom of Ivresse has a force that is similar to the framework of the Druch Army Group, that is, nine legions, three large legions, and 60,000 people.

This army group has everything except raiders, behemoths, Kledan and snakemen. Of course, if you insist that griffins are behemoths, then there are behemoths.

Unfortunately, this army group, which has no number yet, does not have any prestigious entities like the Astari Sentinels or the Sky Eagle Legion. It has only been a few years. In addition, these troops have a general name - Mist Walkers.

Although the Kingdom of Yvresse is known as the "Land of Mists", there is a story behind this mist. To the east of the continent lies the Drifting Islands, a region shrouded in legends and protected by ancient illusion magic that isolates the eastern coast of Ulthuan from invaders. The entire sea is shrouded in mist all year round, and strange and terrifying creatures often appear and disappear in the rolling cloud walls.

The land is known for its ruggedness and harshness. It is a pristine coastline with dense coniferous forests growing on the edge. Narrow fjords extend inland from the coastline. In the misty canyons, the forests cascade down to the water's edge like waterfalls.

The remnants of the crater form towering peaks here, piercing into the clouds like sharp swords. Steep cliffs and the perpetual fog constitute its unique landform. Isolated watchtowers are dotted in between, and the traces of travelers are almost extinct.

When night falls, magical energy from the crater sweeps across the land like a tide, casting a hazy glow over the land. The closer you get to the mountains, the stronger the energy becomes - in the area between the crater and Tor Yvresse, a thin mist can be seen covering the trees and the ground like "first snow", and those who are in it can feel the energy bursting from every inch of Ulthuan, as if the power of the entire continent is bursting out from the rock.

In other words, the fog near the coast and the Drifting Islands are formed half due to weather and environment, and the other half is energy; the part near the crater is also half and half, but the proportion of energy is higher; and the central part is affected, and usually it is normal during the day.

The situation worsened in the 97th year after Finnubar ascended the throne, which was 2260 in the Imperial Calendar. That year, a major event recorded in the annals occurred.

The mists swirled and gathered under the influence of doom and wind. When the mist was at its thickest, its concentrated energy was as dazzling as a beacon in the Chaos Realm - the demonic army used this anchor to descend on the Kingdom of Yvresse.

The Asur faced this demon army at the edge of the Weeping Swamp, with Morarion personally leading the charge. Unlike the time with Gollum, this army included not only troops from the Kingdom of Yvresse, but also soldiers from Cosqui, Etain, and even the White Lion warriors of Chrace.

At the height of the battle, a bloodthirsty demon descended from the sky, roaring loudly while slaughtering the White Lions. The warriors of Chrace knew they were defeated but still fought to the death. This tenacity was soon redeemed - a phoenix with a flaming tail swooped down from the darkness, and its claws tore a horrific wound on the back of the Khorne Demon.

With a sharp whip sound, the demon's serrated whip entangled the bird's neck. The phoenix cried angrily and flapped its wings vigorously, but it was ultimately no match for the demon's strange power. Ignoring the chopping of the white lion's battle axe, the demon dragged the bird to the fangs and bit off its throat. When the phoenix's corpse was thrown into the dust, the bloodthirsty demon's victory roar resounded throughout the battlefield.

However, the flames of the fallen phoenix did not die out. The fire became more and more intense, and in a moment it had spread across the prairie.

The White Lion warriors retreated because their cloaks were on fire, but the Demon Lord, who was in a killing spree, came forward on fire. He had just taken three steps when, accompanied by a deafening explosion, the remains of the Phoenix turned into flaming feathers that shot out into the sky, and spiral pillars of fire shot straight into the sky.

The bloodthirsty demon in the explosion center had its armor scorched and its skin torn, but it continued to charge without feeling any pain. It was so focused on harvesting the heads of the remaining White Lion warriors that it failed to notice that the flames were reorganizing and condensing - the phoenix was reborn from the ashes.

The reborn phoenix instantly locked onto its enemy, swooping down with a clear cry. The bloodthirsty demon turned around upon hearing the sound, but before he could raise his weapon, the divine bird's sharp claws pierced his shoulder blade.

The beak, harder than steel, pierced through the demon's armor and went straight to the black heart in its chest.

With a final unwilling roar, the demon's physical form disintegrated and its soul was driven back to the Chaos Realm.

This fatal blow sealed the victory - with the fall of the bloodthirsty demon, the energy that sustained the demon army began to collapse. The demons were scattered in the mist, and the kingdom of Yvresse regained a brief peace.

Although the battle was over, it was more like a beginning. Since then, the Kingdom of Iris has been getting worse and worse. As the spiritual vein system of the entire world became worse and worse, and as the vortex became more and more fragile, the fog became more and more, so much so that during the day, the few lands in the central part of Northern Iris that could originally be cultivated were covered by fog, and demons also frequently appeared in the fog.

Morarion saw that this was not going to work, so - the Mist Walker appeared.

They are rangers who roam the valleys and hills, with longbows and swords always ready to drive away the demons lurking in the mist.

Since Morarion founded this powerful force, the Mist Walkers have only selected new blood from the sons of nobles instead of recruiting civilians, which means that this force has never been officially incorporated into the army of Yvresse.

Many of Yvresse's nobles first experienced battle in the ranks of this powerful army, and their iron wills were tempered in the fight against demons.

But this is like the middle stage of cancer, and it only treats the symptoms but not the root cause. In addition, when it becomes the late stage, Gollum comes! The guide stone system, which was already on the verge of collapse, collapsed even more.

They died completely after the beginning of the End of Time. The army of Slaanesh led by Nakali emerged from the fog. Although Nakali was eventually sent away by the Tai brothers, this did not prevent demons from continuing to spawn in the fog.

Although the Mist Walkers did not appear at this time, there were still guards at the Spire of Tor Yvresse. They had always been there and appeared during the great invasion.

Before Eltharion reorganized his troops, the Spire Guards served as honor guards, guarding the most majestic tower in the Kingdom of Yvresse. They are the backbone of the defense of Tor Yvresse, and the entire Tor Yvresse Legion is based around them.

This powerful force repeatedly turned the tide of battle with its iron-like front. They blocked the enemy's offensive with dense rain of arrows, buying precious opportunities for their compatriots to reorganize their formation and launch counterattacks.

In addition to the Spire Guards, there are also Silver Guards. Like the former, the latter also appeared during the Great Invasion.

This silver finger is the armor of the unit. It is said that it was cast when the kingdom was founded, when demons were rampant on the earth. These enchanted armors were born to fight against demons and resist the claws of demons. Although the energy contained in the scales has been almost exhausted after years of wear and tear, the remaining glimmer may still be able to reverse the bad luck.

The Silver Guards are usually tasked with guarding the Waystone of Tar Yvresse, not a group of them, but one, a strange, special waystone that contains amazing power.

in fact……

Silver Guard is a very resistant unit, and unlike mixed weapon infantry like Mist Walkers and Spire Guards, this unit is divided into spearmen and archers. (Really)

In theory, this army composed of the people of Ivresse is very strong, or rather, its infantry is very strong. Unlike Druch's infantry, this army is almost 100% mixed-weapon infantry. It is formed with the Spire Guards as the core, and merged with the Silver Guards. It is filled with trained spearmen and archers, all mixed infantry.

Compared with the excellent infantry, the cavalry is in an awkward situation. There is no light cavalry, only cavalry composed of silver-helmeted knights, but the proportion of silver-helmeted knights is very high.

Under Eltharion's manipulation, the nobles of the Kingdom of Yvresse who did not make a living by the sea either became officers in the new army or became Silver Helmets. He transformed the nobles who were supposed to become Mist Walkers in the future into Silver Helmets.

But air power makes up for some of the shortcomings in reconnaissance.

As the least populated kingdom in Ulthuan, the Asur of other kingdoms often view it as a gloomy coastal wasteland with little to offer - but to its inhabitants, its jagged cliffs and soaring seabirds are some of the most spectacular sights in Ulthuan.

In fact, there are more than just seabirds, there are also some other...

The nobles of Yvresse do not like to fight in the air, as the mists over their homeland make flying too dangerous. However, there are always some Asur who go against tradition and spend their lives training to ride winged mounts and fly through the mists of Yvresse. Some ride griffins, while others ride giant eagles, and some even import a batch of Itaen equipment from the south and play with sky-slashers.

Eltharion was no exception, he was also one of those who went against tradition, after all, his experience had destroyed the so-called tradition into pieces. Before he began to prepare the army, he went to the crater, but he did not go alone, but in a group, he brought his brother, his friends, and the noble children he could win over.

In order to find the griffin cub.

Having stayed in Naggaroth for fifty years, Eltharion has learned all of Druch's skills, or he is naturally talented in this area. In fact, this army group has more than 60,000 people, but nearly 100,000!
The excess soldiers were trained spearmen and archers, and were positioned as mixed infantry. He gathered these soldiers together in the name of rotation training, reorganized and trained them, and selected a large number of seedlings from the civilian class to train them as centurions.

When necessary...

Of course, the so-called army group is just a concept, a non-existent noun, known only to a very small number of beings.

In addition, the armies of the Kingdom of Itain and the Kingdom of Cosqui were also disbanded and sent to the Kingdom of Iris in batches for reorganization and training. When they were almost ready, they were pulled back and the process was repeated.

It can be said that Druch's tactics made Eltharion understand the game, which is why he did not return to Naggaroth like Bel-Ahor.

It can be said to be a double-edged sword.

If operated well, it becomes a reliable fighting force and a usable card.

If you fail, you will create a tough opponent for yourself.

Of course, this rollover was based on... circumstances, but it didn't matter at that time. We can talk about it again in the next era when we have a chance.

Elmir didn't say much. She just glanced at the priests and soldiers who were carefully carrying the heavy boxes off the raiding ship, and then walked straight towards Issarion.

There was no further nod, no unnecessary greetings, and no attempt to talk to other Asurs.

She simply skillfully opened the briefcase at her waist and took out a slightly old but clearly marked nautical chart. It was a tactical chart and a professional tool for formulating maritime combat plans.

"According to the plan, my fleet will adopt a blocking tactic." As she spoke, she unfolded the map and pulled up both ends together with Eltharion.

As her fingertips slid and marked quickly on the map, her speaking speed also increased. There was no hesitation in her voice, only decisiveness and calmness.

Her finger finally stopped at an area on the map that was heavily circled in red. The circle had obviously been pressed many times, and the edges were slightly white, like a preset target that she had already memorized in her mind.

"Let's eat up this fleet first."

Her tone was unusually firm, and her eyes were calm, almost icy, which was the attitude a qualified commander should have when planning a killing game.

She did not stop, but gestured on the chart again, her fingertips quickly drawing an elegant and sharp arc. Then, she drew a second arc, her strokes were sharp but orderly. The two arcs connected, and finally formed a wave line with obvious ups and downs and clear rhythm on the chart.

Within the area covered by this wavy line, there are three red circles, like prey hidden in the waves, waiting for the hunter to catch them.

Isharion nodded slightly. He understood what Elmir meant. This was not a head-on collision, but a hunt. It was a precise strike based on rhythm, speed and spatial advantages. Drucci's style was cold, efficient and left no room for maneuver.

Today, a full week, or eight days, has passed since the Marlene fleet first discovered the greenskin fleet.

At the beginning, Arsalan followed Marin's instructions and searched to the north and east of the greenskin fleet to make sure that there was no second greenskin fleet in the area that was advancing in parallel with the previously discovered greenskin fleet.

They searched almost the entire sea, but after searching for thirteen times, they found that there was no second greenskin fleet. It did not exist at all.

"Peeling Onions" - this was the code name for the original plan that Marlene had drawn up.

Taking advantage of the combined advantages of the elven fleet in speed, firepower and magic, they cruised at high speed around the periphery of the greenskin fleet, peeling them circle by circle like peeling an onion, and directly destroying them all.

The fleet has arranged its battle formation according to the battle plan and its firepower is ready to be deployed.

As a result, at the last moment when Marlene was about to launch the "Onion Peeling" strategy -

Arsalan, who launched an extended reconnaissance, brought shocking news. There were two more greenskin fleets behind the previous greenskin fleet, and each one was bigger than the other.

This forced Marlene to abandon the battle plan, and based on the existing information, they came to a conclusion that these greenskin fleets should be "built in waves". After building a temporary wave, they built another wave, a total of three waves, and the greenskin warrior on the wyvern before, if correct, should be the commander of the first wave of fleets.

In this situation, we need to call for help and strike hard!

Therefore, this sea area is now like the eve of a chaotic war shrouded in war clouds.

Three greenskin fleets, Marin's fleet, the fleet from Tor Yvresse, and two Duruchi fleets returning from Elsin Arwen.

These fleets formed a T-shape together, with the three greenskin fleets in the vertical direction, extending from the northeast to the southwest; the elven fleet in the horizontal direction, but in the northeast of the vertical direction. Yes, the fleet from Tor Yvresse came around from the flank and arrived directly at the sea behind the greenskin fleet.

"Good move."

After reading the map, Eltharion commented in a low voice, with a cool and sharp look in his eyes. He nodded and handed the corner of the chart back to Elmir.

The latter took the chart tacitly, folded it neatly, and put it back into his briefcase.

Eltharion stood up and saluted her again. Elmir returned the salute without hesitation. She did not say anything like "I should salute you next time", but turned and walked towards the raider she came on.

"We?" The moment the assault ship took off, Alagalon walked forward and looked at Eltharion with a little confusion.

"According to the original plan." Eltharion turned his head and looked at the rolling war clouds in the distance, his expression as calm as a mountain, "Meet up with the other fleet of Marin and Druch."

The fleet from Tal Yvresse turned and moved towards the direction of the fleet, forming a large and orderly terrifying assault fleet.

The storm has come, and the waves are surging. (End of this chapter)