Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

"What are the arrangements for next?" Finubar walked side by side with Daxus, his eyes scanning the surrounding scene, and asked calmly.

"Choose a place?"

Finnubar was stunned for a moment. This was not what he asked. He knew that Dacus knew what he was asking, but Dacus answered him like this.

"Let's have a party so that everyone can get together and get to know each other." Dacus added lightly, his eyes still wandering around, seeming a little absent-minded.

"Some things are under control." He then added, his tone neither hurried nor slow, as if he had foreseen everything that was about to happen.

Don't be impatient, and nothing can be done in a hurry. Patience is the key to all this, and the rhythm cannot be disrupted.

Before that, why don't we all get to know each other. Half of the Asur Kaihai faction, the Matheran faction, the Hoeth faction, the Naggaroth and Asheril faction, the Athel Loren and Laurenloren faction have gathered here. In addition, there are witnesses from Lustria. It can be said to be unprecedentedly lively and it must be well celebrated.

"The Palace of the Emerald Sea!" Finnubar made the decision immediately, and then raised his eyebrows at Daquus, "There is a new bathhouse there, I guarantee you will be satisfied."

Daxus smiled and nodded. On the surface, he seemed indifferent, but in his heart he agreed with the proposal.

For Malekith at this stage, it didn't matter where he was, as long as it wasn't the Phoenix King's Courtyard. He asked Finnubar to choose, just to raise his reputation and voice. Since Finnubar proposed the choice, he had no reason to object.

What's more, Finnubar's proposal also includes a bathhouse...

What old Romans.

"Last night..." He spread out his hands, motioning for Finnubar to tell him in detail what happened last night.

"It's not difficult at all." Finnubar didn't answer immediately, but paused for a moment, as if recalling what happened last night. Then, he smiled as if everything was under control, with a confident light in his eyes.

Then he began to tell his story.

As a sitting tiger-level existence, Finnubar has absolute control over Lothern, especially in the absence of the Phoenix King, there are no obstacles at all.

It can be said that determination is more important than action!
Dacus sometimes agreed, sometimes nodded, and sometimes laughed.

Just as Finnubar said, it was indeed not difficult. As the master of Lothern, controlling everything here was just a piece of cake for him.

The difficulty of the whole action is to make the decision that I want to put the elephant in the refrigerator, and then the rest is easy, just like putting an elephant in the refrigerator is a three-step process.

The sea guards stationed in Lothern did not take over the sea gates and glorious towers, because they were originally stationed at the sea gates and glorious towers, waiting for the orders of the officers and waiting for the sun to rise as usual.

"The Itain guards originally stationed outside the city entered the city, took control of the north gate, and were responsible for order within the city. After daybreak, the situation changed," Finubar continued, with a sense of ease and satisfaction in his tone, enjoying the confidence that came with being in control.

That's it?

That's it!

That's one step shorter than putting an elephant into the refrigerator.

The White Lion Guards of the Phoenix Court were the only unstable factor in this operation, but unfortunately, this powerful force was not stationed in Lothern last night.

Finnubar went to see Bel-Hathor before the important meeting on X, 592, 4, 92. On the one hand, he wanted to know Bel-Hathor's specific situation, and on the other hand...

His plan was simple: let Cohain take Bel-Hathor away from Lothern, leave the Kingdom of Itain, and go to the Kingdom of Safri.

He is crazy, but he is not crazy.

Doing so would ensure that Bel-Hathor could face his final moments in peace in his homeland.

If this decision can be implemented smoothly, everyone will benefit from it, avoid unnecessary conflicts and a series of possible troubles that may follow.

However, things did not develop as he expected.

Kehain ignored him. Not to mention that the conversation was at a stalemate from the beginning, Finnubar ended the conversation after being scolded, and the conversation did not even start.

The breakdown of the negotiations means that the rift between these two former good friends is becoming more and more obvious, and they are about to turn against each other.

Although Kehain didn't know, he never thought that Finnubar would be so crazy as to let Duruchi in.

Doing so will also make Finnubar's supporters and soldiers more resistant, after all, they are the Phoenix King and the White Lion Guards.

Letting Duruchi in and attacking the Phoenix Court are two different things.

Of course, this did not prevent the inevitable result. Ke Haiyin died in battle, and all the White Lion Guards died in battle.

There is no difference in nature, they are all coups and rebellions. It is not like what Lieutenant General Quan said, failure is rebellion, and success is just... There is no such word in Elsalin language at all.

What's more troublesome is, what should be done with Bel Hathor who has fallen into a coma? Kill him? Or leave him there and let Malekith, Dacius or Finnubar deal with him? Or...

As for the troops from other kingdoms?
nonexistent.

After Imrik became the Queen of the Takers, her first order was for everyone to return home, find their mothers, and reorganize the troops to prepare for the next invasion by Duruchi.

As a result, the Asur nobles who gathered in Lothern dispersed after the meeting without even celebrating.

This is also the reason why the Itain guards, who should not have appeared outside the city of Lothern, appeared.

Listening to this, Dacus suddenly turned around while walking and looked at Italis who was looking at Malekith's back. Italis, sensing that gaze, looked back at him blankly, and he simply responded with a blank expression.

In one timeline, Italis played a more important role than he does now. Not only did he pass on information, he also poisoned the 10th Everqueen, and then engaged in a three-way drama full of conspiracy and betrayal with Finnubar and Korhain.

During the Duruchi invasion of 2300 IC, Italis gave clear instructions to his fellow operatives to attempt to open the gates of Lothern and pave the way for the coming invasion.

During the assassination of Finnubar, he beat Kohain severely. He walked up to Kohain and greeted him like a long-lost friend, then without hesitation, he hit Kohain's head hard with the hilt of his sword, knocking him unconscious. Kohain was left with a lump on his head as big as a peacock egg.

As Cohen said to Tyrion: "Luckily I have a thick skull, or I wouldn't be here to tell you this unfortunate story."

"He could just slit your throat."

"But he didn't, and he's going to pay for that mistake."

"He didn't kill you. Maybe he was forced to do so, or he did it against his will..."

"He has changed, Tyrion. I don't know what I can say to convince you, but I don't think he was reluctant about what he did. Mad, perhaps, but he was certainly not forced."

"He wants to kill Finubar?"

"He had the chance to do so, but he was hunted down by the Phoenix King, who escaped through the ancient secret tunnels of the palace. Apparently, he knew the secret passages in the royal court very well. He must have been scouting this place for decades!"

"Then how did Finnubar escape?"

"The Phoenix King arrived at the port and boarded the ship. Marin and enough troops were stationed there. Italis stopped and then disappeared into the night, leaving behind the traitors who spread terror in Lothern."

Even after hearing this, Tyrion still couldn't believe it.

"I didn't believe it at first, but the lump on my head is real." Ke Haiyin said, pointing to his head with a complicated expression on his face.

Even with such clear evidence in front of Cohen's head, Tyrion still couldn't believe it. How could Italis be a spy for Duruchi? It's impossible! Who would have the patience to lurk in one place for so many years? It must be magic or a spell! Who made Italis really teach him martial arts like a master?

After that, there was the Battle of the Plains of Finoi.

This time, Italis did not hold back. He had no choice but to do so. In the championship duel, he swung his sword without hesitation and killed Ahair from the Kingdom of Yvresse, deciding his opponent's life or death in an instant. Then, he pierced his old friend Cohain's chest with his sword, killing his old friend in battle.

This friend who had fought alongside him and shared countless times with him has fallen.

However, Italis himself was not spared, and although he should have been victorious, he was taken away by his apprentice due to Morathi's interference.

At this point, Italis, or Julian, came to an end after this battle, and along with him, the lives of Cohain and Ahair also perished.

But on this big stage of history, there is never a shortage of people.

The Tai brothers finally officially stepped onto the stage of history, and soon after, another name began to shine - Cohill.

After the Battle of Finubar Plains, the Phoenix King's bodyguards gathered together to choose a new leader, and they finally chose Kosir, which was approved and blessed by Finubar.

Then, the story of Tyrion and Cosir begins. They are similar to Italis and Cohen in a way, like a reflection, and the story is also full of disputes, betrayal and passion.

As the Last Hour began, Khoshir leaped up, grabbed Tyrion, and yanked him from the saddle. Had it not been for this move, Tyrion would have died from the swipe of Nakali's claws.

Nakali taunted Khoshir during the fight, mocking his recklessness and impulsiveness in the face of a foe far superior to his own. However, when his axe flashed with a cold light and split Nakali's daemon arm fiercely, the Slaanesh Daemon stopped laughing and turned to run.

Then they broke down the door. (Chapter 716)
Tyrion eventually became the regent, and Cosir chose to stay by Tyrion's side and support him loyally. However, as Tyrion gradually turned evil, the relationship between the two began to become increasingly strained. The hard times they had fought side by side and gone through together could not resist the corruption of darkness.

Then comes the story of Cohill and Adeanna.

Finally, Tyrion entered a makeshift dungeon where Khosir was imprisoned. For the next few hours, Khosir's screams cut through the silence like a knife, keeping everyone around him awake.

When Kosir was brought to the Temple of Khaine, which was transformed from the Temple of Asuryan, he could no longer stand. At that moment, his body was almost completely broken, and his legs became a patchwork of incomplete bones and flesh. His eyes were empty and his clothes were tattered. The whole image made people feel deeply terrified and regretful.

Despite this, Cosir still shouted to Tyrion in pain, asking him to look at what he looked like now and see how he had become like this in the scene of others' suffering.

However, Tyrion had already completely turned black at this moment, and there was no emotion in his heart. He walked forward and hit Cosir with his fist without hesitation, as if this was a response to the end of the friendship in the past. Cosir's screams stopped, and only a bleak echo remained in the silent air.

Finally, Kociel died, killed by his own axe, by Prince Dalos, Aedanna's second brother.

Dalos's motive was simple and cruel - to compensate for his brother's death and his sister's betrayal, Cociel became his sacrifice for revenge.

All this seems to be the arrangement of fate or the inevitability of history.
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How to say it, human nature is often complex and contradictory.

When Julian was young, his heart was filled with hatred for Dorien. Dorien was the eldest son and the heir of the family, and this, in his eyes, was almost an invisible oppression. He could not stand the self-confidence that his brother exuded from his bones, and he could not stand Dorien's superior attitude, the sense of superiority that seemed to be born to command others. Dorien's existence seemed to constantly remind him of his own insignificance and powerlessness.

When Dorien failed, Julian was given a chance. This chance was not only a punishment for his brother, but also a continuation of a social tradition - in the Druk society, the younger brother had the right to punish the failed older brother, and the more cruel the punishment, the better.

All this seemed to be highly symbolic, but when this opportunity really lay before him, Julian no longer felt the pleasure he once longed for. Instead, he felt that everything had become heavy and empty.

He stood in front of Dorien, looking at his brother's face full of fear and helplessness. All the hatred and hostility towards his brother in his youth seemed to evaporate without a trace at this moment. The pleasure he had expected did not come. He felt no anger or even resentment in his heart. Instead, he was left with powerlessness and regret, a sense of empty loss.

He even found himself recalling the days he spent with Dorien when he was young - those times shared between brothers, some of the laughter and tacit understanding they had, became memories he was reluctant to forget. Julian began to question his determination when he was young. He did not regret the struggle for inheritance, but he found that he was no longer the young man full of hatred.

He looked around and saw a group of Duruchi soldiers and nobles, their eyes were greedy and full of expectation. He knew that what these people were thinking about was not the feelings between brothers, but how they would deal with their relatives and how they would enjoy the bloody revenge if they were in their place.

However, Julian's disgust gradually grew, and he was full of repulsion towards these people, as if every breath they exuded made him feel dirty. He no longer wanted to be in the same boat with them, he wanted to return to the arms of Asur, wanted to fight for Asur, that strong emotion surged like a tide, almost making him unable to bear it.

He was surprised to find that he had changed so much, more drastically than he had imagined. He was no longer the young man who only knew revenge and power.

But he quickly came to his senses and saw the cold and hungry eyes around him. He knew that he could not retreat. At this moment, it was like a compulsive force pushing him to make a decision.

He drew out the blade without hesitation, and with a sharp, swift blow, he chopped off Dorion's head.

Blood splattered and fell to the ground, and there was a sudden silence. Julian grabbed Dorien's hair and raised his head high, as if to declare some kind of cruel victory.

"Failure deserves only swift punishment!"

However, Malekith was not fooled by this.

Malekith stood aside, looking at Julian meaningfully. There was no anger in his eyes, only a deep insight, he had already seen through Julian's heart.

Julian stood there, his heart beating faster, waiting quietly for Malekith's response.

Time froze and the atmosphere became heavy.

Malekith reached out and took the severed head, examining it carefully for a moment. Then, he threw it away slowly, as if it were a worthless object.

"You are right, Julian." His voice was low and meaningful. "Your efficiency surprised and pleased me. It seems you have learned something from Asur."

Malekith, who saw through everything, was just sarcastic. He didn't do anything to Julian. It might be because he empathized with Julian's feelings, or it might be because Julian might still be of use to him in the future.
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However, all of this did not happen in this timeline.

Tyrion was not yet born, and Cosir had not yet joined the White Lion Guard. Perhaps he was on his way to the Kingdom of Safri at this moment?

With the appearance of Dacreus, everything changed dramatically. Aedanna became the high priest of Stormweaver, and Dorien became Valahar of Asheril, in charge of nearly 200,000 elite troops.

Under Molaig's manipulation, the situation was reversed and the trajectory of fate was completely different.

Cohain did not die in the battle of Finuvar Plains, under the sword of Julian, nor did he die in Lothern last night, under the sword of Italis. Now, without the bump on his head, he is still alive and well.

Although Finnubar tried to persuade him, he failed to change the situation, and things still developed in another way.

Belanna stepped forward and solved the problem in a different way. When the meeting ended, Bel Hathor was taken away by him and brought back to the ancestral home of the Kingdom of Safri. The White Lion Guards also followed and loyally guarded Bel Hathor.

And Italis, who played a pivotal role in the alternate timeline, did not poison the Everqueen at this time, nor did he attempt to open the Sea Gates of Lothern.

With the intervention of Dacius, Italis acted more as a messenger of intelligence, exerting influence on Finnubar rather than directly participating in actual operations.

Daqius did not nod to Italis who was confused. Finubar was still beside him. He first glanced at Italis, then glanced at the others, and finally turned to the scenery in the distance and continued to move forward quietly.

Julian had disappeared, replaced by Italis.

Afterwards, Julian continued to act as Italis. This was what Daxus thought when he saw Italis visiting with Finubar in Naggaroth. Having been to Elsin Arwen and dealt with Asur, he could clearly feel that Julian had undergone earth-shaking changes. Deep in his heart, he seemed to have merged with Asur in some way and became Asur-like.

Julian's anchor point shifted from Naggarond to Lothern. This change was not just a change of location, but also a change of identity and position.

Of course, he also respected Julian's opinion, but Julian's thoughts were the same as his judgment...

This result is perfect, and it also allows us to bury a nail next to Finnubar.

Friends are friends, politics are politics. After all, political games are always cold and ruthless. Just like his relationship with Malekith, it seems close on the surface, but in essence...

In the following period of time, Finnubar will stand shoulder to shoulder with him and become a representative of interests at the same level as him, just as he had promised Finnubar before.

The balance between the two is like a three-legged tripod, with Dacius representing Duruchi, Finubar representing Asur, and Malekith representing the supreme and absolute power.

Of course, this is an exaggeration. To put it simply...

That's a long story. It can be said that you are in me and I am in you, we are intertwined and cannot be separated.

As he walked, Daxus reached into the pocket of his robe, his movements leisurely and familiar.

There was no war in Lothern, so he was not wearing armor, but the same robe that had never changed, swaying gently in the wind. When he was about to take it out of his arms, Finnubar suddenly handed him an opened cigarette box from the side.

The team gradually stopped, except for Malekith at the front who was still walking slowly. This scene seemed to be a microcosm of a certain political landscape, and the silence was full of infinite meaning.

The Asurs who followed behind looked at each other, their eyes full of curiosity and doubt. At this moment, they realized that the relationship between Finnubar and Dacus was far more complicated and even profound than they had originally imagined. It was not just a simple relationship of collaborators, but more of an interweaving of dependence and trust.

The two stood there, lighting up their cigarettes, the smoke rising slowly between them, and an indescribable atmosphere filled the air. When Finnubar finished lighting his cigarette, he looked deeply at Dacus.

"Does it matter?" Daxus exhaled a puff of smoke and suddenly asked in a low and calm voice.

Finnubar was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Dacus to suddenly ask such a question. At that moment, his expression seemed to be touched by a sensitive string, and he almost unconsciously looked at Dacus, with a trace of disbelief in his eyes.

"How do you know what I'm thinking?"

This expression lasted only for a moment, and then he put away his complicated emotions, revealed a helpless smile, smoked a cigarette, lowered his head and remained silent.

"I like gambling, but I don't like going into casinos and sitting at the gambling tables." Dacus took a few steps and continued as he walked, his tone light, "I don't want to use my luck on this. Although I won't go, I know some of the terminology." As he spoke, he pointed at Finnubar with his cigarette, "Take it all! No matter what, you will always be the winner in the end."

"I hope so." Finnubar responded, with a hint of helplessness and deep thought in his tone.

This time, Dacus did not say anything, but looked at Finubar meaningfully. He did not think that Finubar fully understood what he meant. Perhaps Finubar had grasped the meaning, but perhaps he had not fully realized it.

"When water is full, it overflows." He stopped and thought for a while before translating the sentence directly into Elsalin. He saw Finnubar was stunned, and it was obvious that the words were a bit abstract to him.

So he began to explain patiently, "Just like the pool in a bathing place, if the water is not enough." He lowered his finger to indicate the lowest point of the pool, and then raised his hand.

“If there’s too much water, it will overflow.”

"That's why I like dealing with wise men." Daxus smiled and pointed at Finnubar with the hand holding the cigarette.

Finnubar did not respond immediately, but narrowed his eyes with a deep expression on his face. Obviously, he was immersed in interpreting Dacus' words.

The conversation between the two has gone beyond simple words and has become more like a silent contest.

Dacus did not force Finnubar to understand. He knew that in a game of this level, words were not the key. What was important was the intention behind it and the grasp of the situation. Anyway, he had tried his best to convey his meaning. Whether he was understood or not was irrelevant. After all, given the reality, he did not think the situation would be that bad. Otherwise, it would be too ironic.

What is he? A joke?
After another round of confrontation, the two of them walked and smoked, and soon they arrived at the foot of the wall. Fortunately, the wall of the Emerald Gate was not very high, only one hundred meters.

And although Dacus had been dealing with government affairs for many years, he had not neglected exercise, so he was not out of breath. During the climb, he also talked with Finnubar about the Seatir Tower in Laurentir. Compared with the walls of the Emerald Gate, the Seatir Tower was higher, twice as high.

There are many reasons to come here, and the good view is one of them.

The city wall separates Lothern from the Vast Ocean, cutting it in half.

In the Elsalin language, the vast ocean is called "Mondarion", which means the Pool of the World or the Pool of Eternity. The reason for this name is related to the Lizardmen.

"The Ancients sensed that the time had come to open the World Pool. The Slann Priests set about their task and succeeded."

——Excerpt from the "Chronicles of Itaza", translated and annotated by the wizard Mendoza of Estalia.

The fourth generation of Slann Magic Priests are particularly numerous. They were created to maintain the dimensional gates set up by the Old Saints at the two poles of the known world and to assist in the great cause of separating the continents.

This event occurred about ten thousand years before the founding of the Empire. The originally unified supercontinent was torn into smaller pieces of land, and the ocean separating the new land was born. The southern land was moved to the other side of the world, causing the tropical homeland where the temple city was located to be separated into the northern and southern hemispheres. Many native plant and animal species shared by the two places also support this theory. Zetland was established long before the separation of the continents, but this physical distance has no practical significance, because the exchanges and communications between the various temple cities of the Lizardmen can still be achieved instantly.

The speaker is: What is now Naggaroth, Lustria, and the Old World were originally one, and then the Old Ones broke them apart, separated them, and founded Ulthuan.

Dacus stood on a high place, gazing at the vast sea. The scene before him was a miracle of the interweaving of sea and sky.

At this moment, the sea is filled with ships, the waves are rolling, it has become a floating city, the sails and masts are intertwined into a boundless forest. The sea breeze rolls up light waves, the ships are lined up one after another, stretching endlessly, and every inch of the sea is precisely planned.

"Ah~ It's all boats!"

He shouted in an aria, which frightened Finubar beside him.

Duruchi's iron ships, cruise ships and black arks, Asur's wooden warships and merchant ships.

The Duruchi and Azul fleets coming from Anaheim, the Duruchi fleet coming from Chapeuto, and the combined fleet that completed the cleanup.

It's all ships. Nothing but ships.

Eight hundred ships...

No, the scene before him had exceeded Dacus's expectations. All these large and small ships added together must have exceeded a thousand, maybe even over two thousand.

This was not just an ordinary maritime rendezvous, it was an unprecedented spectacular sight, a gathering of maritime forces, and a feast of politics, military and religion.

Fortunately, the lagoon at Lothern was large enough to accommodate this massive fleet.

The water surface is wide, the sea breeze is blowing, and the whole process appears to be in an orderly manner.

The fleets of Drucci and Asur lined up in an orderly manner in front of the Emerald Gate and entered slowly according to the established route and schedule. The distance between the ships seemed to be deliberately arranged and was accurate.

This is not only a display of military strength, but also a manifestation of Maserlan's faith.

After looking for a moment, Dacus turned to look at Finnubar, who shrugged knowing what he meant.

Of course, he just shrugged his shoulders. What else could he do? Would he demolish the landmark building of Jade Gate now?

Although everything is accurate and orderly, the current pass rate is too annoying. We don't have to do anything today. It will be a success if we can get all the ships in.

If the trend continues, the removal of the jade door is inevitable, but not now.

"You know what I mean." Dacus said, pointing to the city wall, and then he pointed to the west of Lothern, which was the direction of the Kingdom of Caledor. (End of this chapter)