Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

As night slowly fell, dusk fell like ink over the intricate streets and towers of Lothern.

Before night fell, the Tenth Army had completely taken over the city's defense system.

The sound of heavy gears echoed on the top of the city wall, and dozens of heavy-duty repeating crossbows were hoisted to a high place, replacing the Eagle Claw crossbows originally maintained by Asur. These new crossbows not only have a faster firing rate and stronger power, but are also equipped with a night vision aiming system, that is, a transparent film made by warlocks is added in front of the aiming device, which can maintain a high state of alert almost day and night.

But the disadvantage is that it is heavy and difficult to move. However, this does not hinder the excellence of this type of crossbow, after all, this type of crossbow is specially used to deal with aerial threats. There is no way, although Duruchi is still in the cold weapon combat mode, it can't withstand too many aerial targets.

In addition, this type of crossbow cannon also provides continuous long-range firepower output for the army and navy, and can be used for cross-fire and projectile firing. This is also the reason why Telankar only considered how to deal with the water element when a one-sided naval battle occurred.

At the same time, searchlights were assembled one after another. The strong light beams swept across the sky above the city like the gaze of gods in the night, splitting the night into beams of gray-white light curtains.

The anti-aircraft balloons in the sky also rose to the set height, with cables crisscrossing and hanging in the air, forming an impenetrable net curtain, which was a barrier used to interfere with flying creatures and aerial raids. If you stand on the city wall and look down, it seems that a huge spider web woven of light and steel has been laid over the city, silently opening up, waiting to capture the invading shadows.

In addition to the air defense systems on the ground and on the city walls, there are also raider fleets cruising back and forth in the sky. These raider fleets rotate constantly like changing sentries at night. Their role is to give early warnings, and to dive, contain, and interfere when necessary to buy time for the ground forces. In addition to the raider fleet, there are also red dragons that can take off at any time. Now, with the confluence of various tribes, giant eagles, griffins, and war falcons have joined.

Can it be said to be impeccable?
In the evening, under the organization of Bel-Ehor, supplies were distributed. Long and neat queues formed at the main streets. The Tritons were either patrolling or distributing standard supplies to ensure the basic supply of ordinary people. During the distribution process, they explained what happened today. The Black Knights did as Malekith said: adapt.

They just watched quietly from the sidelines. Unless the Asur people really started a commotion or shot arrows from behind the windows, they would not move. The meaning of their existence was more like getting things done.

As the last of the supplies were distributed, bugles sounded and a curfew went into effect.

A number of well-organized patrol teams began to move around the city. A team of Sea Guards and two Royal Order Black Knights were the basic patrol units in the nighttime streets. They were solemnly dressed in armor and walked with a clanging step. Under the interlaced lights, their armor shone coldly, like ghosts in the shadows.

Such patrols are spread throughout the city, from the palace avenue to the market corridor, from the western suburbs storage area to the narrow residential alleys near the north gate. On almost every street and every corner, one can feel the suffocating sense of oppression and the threat of order.

Everything operated so quickly and precisely, as if it were some kind of pre-arranged military component, instantly engaging and starting at the command.

Except for the patrolmen, there was no one on the street, and the shops were closed. Occasionally, there was the echo of iron hooves trotting on the ground and the sound of weeping. The wind blew from the sea, passing over the towers, gardens and narrow alleys, making this special night cold and murderous.

This is Lothern now, no longer the "City of World Desire" mentioned by Daxus, but a fortress city covered in armor. It is cold, strict, and orderly like a military formation; it holds its breath and waits for the new horn to sound, waiting for the last peace before the war spreads.

Of course, all of this, whether it is the nighttime curfew patrols on the streets of Lothern or the efficient operation of the war machine, does not affect the splendor and bustle of the Emerald Sea Palace at all.

As the night lights came on, the palace was brightly lit, the crystal dome reflected light and shadows, the ground was covered with gold leaves, the air was filled with fragrance, and laughter and chatter were intertwined. The entire palace seemed to be immersed in a dream far away from war and reality, with a bustling crowd that was no less than the most grand festival feast before the war.

Kelly was in the magnificent hall, wearing a light blue gauze dress, like the morning dew reflecting the moon, smart and lively. She has always been straightforward and rarely participated in such occasions. After all, every time there are the same few faces, the same topics that are repeated to the point of making her sleepy, such as heroic personal deeds, trade routes, family marriages, and cultural traditions. She has heard enough and has been tired of it for too long.

In the end, she would not go to any party except the one she had to attend. In her opinion, it was better to return to her greenhouse, research new herbs in the warm light, or whisper with a few rare plants, rather than wasting time in these meaningless social occasions.

But tonight, she was unusually excited. She looked around like a little girl visiting the city for the first time and found everything new.

Because today's banquet was very different from previous banquets, she saw too many new faces, some even strange to her.

She held Eltharion's arm tightly, her steps almost unable to keep up with the jumping of her eyes. When Eltharion looked back at her, she just glanced at him briefly, then cast her eyes to the figure in the distance, and then looked at Eltharion again.

The figure there was like a cold star by the lake under the moon, bright, cold, yet attractive. It was not because of luxurious clothes or reserved behavior, but because of a radiance that came from the depths of the soul, a unique sense of existence.

As a mage with second sight, she could sense the powerful energy and...some kind of almost divine rhythm flowing in that figure?

"That's the daughter of Marslane, the demigoddess Serenity." Eltharion noticed what Carrier meant and whispered in a low voice to the people around him.

Caril, who was holding Eltharion's arm, had a different look in her eyes. It was a strange light filled with surprise and a desire to explore, like a botanist who had discovered a legendary plant. Alagalon, Ahair, Perrine, and Felgar, who were standing by, also looked at each other, with expected relief and a bit of excitement that they couldn't suppress.

That's a demigod!

However, there was no whispered confirmation, no incredulous looks. On the way back, they had nothing to do, so they surrounded Eltharion like a criticism meeting, and asked this "traitor" to tell them everything he knew and his previous experiences, almost analyzing his trajectory from leaving Ulthuan to returning to Ulthuan.

And now is the time to compare information with reality one by one.

"That's Loic's... offspring, the demigod Liarriel." Eltharion continued to introduce softly, "Standing... next to him are Tolandil Hongye and Ryan Lafarel. As I told you before, they are in charge of Duruchi's propaganda system. Those shadow dancers from Athel Loren and Lauren Loren that you saw on the ship before are high-ranking priests of Loic, which is why they are standing next to Liarriel." He paused slightly, with a little regret, "It's a pity that Vetil and Heglia are not here tonight, otherwise it would be very lively?"

As if they had sensed the burning and curious gazes of the group, or perhaps felt Eltharion's call, Liarriel and Serene cast their gazes over at almost the same time. Their gazes were gentle, without the slightest bit of pressure, but rather as soft as moonlight falling on the water.

Liarelle smiled gently, and at that moment, the lights in the entire venue seemed to dim, leaving behind an indescribable feeling of dizziness and palpitations.

Kailier's eyes widened, her mouth opened, and she almost forgot to breathe. Alagalen, Ahair, Perrine, and Felgar beside her all stood there in a daze as if they were frozen in time, with expressions of admiration, love, shock, and respect on their faces.

Only Isharion was used to storms, and although his heartbeat was a little faster, he still maintained his calm.

"Don't just stand there, say hello." He first gently pulled Kelly's arm, then greeted and whispered to the people around him with a smile.

Seeing Liariel's casual smile, the crowd seemed to have been judged. Those who failed to successfully save their chances looked dazed, dizzy, and embarrassed. They woke up from their dreams only after Eltharion's reminder, and then bowed their heads in greeting.

They were not ordinary nobles or elders, but demigods! Demigods could nod and smile at them, which was a grace bestowed by God, but they would never dare to return the greeting rashly.

This is not only a ritual and tradition, but also the elves' instinctive reverence for the gods.

"Beloda?" The sudden shock came quickly and disappeared just as quickly. When the two demigods resumed their conversation, Alagalon confirmed softly, his tone a little unbelievable. After a moment, he nodded as if responding to himself, "It's her, that's right."

The hall was brightly lit, with people everywhere. A familiar yet unfamiliar figure came into view - it was Beloda Bailang. The symbolic robe of the high-level priest danced with her steps, and the energy around her flowed like water. She was in high spirits, smiling broadly, and moving confidently and naturally, as if she was the protagonist tonight.

It wasn't just as if, she was indeed one of the protagonists tonight.

Tonight she was like a returning king. After many years away from Ulthuan, she finally set foot on this land again. She was no longer a traitor or an exile, but a full-fledged high priestess of the Stormweaver Order.

She was holding Alicia's hand, talking to her in an intimate tone, with joy and tenderness on her face. Her expression was more calm than before, as if she had finally found her home and roots again after a long period of wandering.

Surrounding her are Adianna, Marin, and Alicia's husband Alasya. They once walked side by side, and today they are reunited, and their friendship is self-evident.

Maybe... it would be better if Kehain Iron Sword was here too?

Around them are Tidecallers, Spellweavers, Soul Breakers, and Trainers in the cult, as well as mid- and high-ranking officers in the navy.

Trainers, to put it simply, are animal trainers. They are responsible for recruiting and feeding magic crabs, thresher sharks, giant tortoises, sharp-toothed eels, and deep-sea horses on weekdays. In wartime, they ride these huge beasts into battle and are invincible. They are the true "Knights of the Sea", a rare force that combines taming and combat.

Soul Breakers originally lived in the deep sea, their main duties were to collect precious sea gold or to assist the Trainers in recruiting large sea beasts. In wartime, they were assigned to the navy and were deployed in actual combat as elite marines, swift, courageous, and fearless.

Their emergence is not accidental, but a natural iteration driven by practical needs over time. The Soul Breaker group is one of the destinations for those who stand out from the Erwei. After all, not every Erwei can become a captain or a thousand-man commander, and the Soul Breaker is another way for them to be promoted, a way that leads to a deeper, more dangerous, and more glorious path.

During the Anaheim holiday, their organization underwent a reorganization, and the original centralized combat mode was broken up and reconstructed into a dispersed mode assigned to each warship.

A warship is usually equipped with four fifty-man combat teams, led by four fifty-man captains and one centurion; matched with them are four soul breakers and one captain, who work together in these four teams to form a dual command and support system.

On the warship, they are not only the embodiment of force, but also the core of spirit and order. They are not only the communication bridge between the captain and the guards, but also the dual guides of religion and military.

On weekdays, they lead the guards in singing sea songs and presiding over prayer ceremonies to stabilize the military spirit and build morale; at the same time, they also assist officers in carrying out daily training and maintaining a state of combat readiness.

In wartime, their figures turned into shadows, and they followed the troops to the most dangerous front lines, or formed a group to raid those difficult-to-deal-with powerful enemies or key targets.

Its duties are very similar to those of the Kredan in the Army system.

As for the navy's elite forces, they are composed of the Trident Bearers, the Heirs of Matheran of the Kingdom of Cosqui, the Spear of Dabarok, the Tide Riders, the Guardians of the Seawatch, the Siren Squad, etc. They are the veritable backbone and aces. They cannot be said to be experienced in many battles and have a glorious record, but they can still do their job.

Today, these elite sea guards who have been to Anaheim and witnessed the miracle have become the most fanatical and staunch supporters of Matheran. The Heirs of Matheran are the most popular among them. They follow Serene almost every step of the way, like holy guards who swear to defend her to the death. They are not only a symbol of faith, but also a manifestation of power.

Tidecallers and Spellweavers, as important spellcasting forces in the cult, are either from Duruchi or Asur. The former Asur Stormweavers Galindorm and Elionis are now in this system.

The Tidecaller is a low-level spellcaster, while the Spellweaver is a mid-level spellcaster. Together, they form the backbone of the navy's spellcasting system.

"This may be the most complete group since the Chapeuto holiday." After taking a look around, Isharion complained softly, with some emotion and ridicule in his tone.

Although the voice was very low, as if he was talking to himself, the people around him still heard it. They all looked at him, their eyes showing confusion and curiosity, obviously waiting for his explanation.

"You have met Kaia Van Maris." Eltharion said, looking not far away, "The one she was talking to was her cousin, Aredel. Before I left Naggaroth, he commanded a large army and was listed in the 15th Army of Tyrandor."

Ahail and Perrian looked at each other, their expressions slightly changed. They understood the meaning of "large army" - it was a huge army with nearly 20,000 troops, a war machine that could shake the situation in one direction.

"Virette Riel." Eltharion continued to call out a name, his tone calm but full of weight.

Violet was talking to her niece Mandir. The two figures were intertwined, their whispers were intermittent, but their expressions were focused, and it was obvious that they were discussing some important topic.

Yes, the 11th Army stationed in Carlonde Carr has arrived in Lothern, but this army has not yet disembarked and is still firmly stationed in the fleet, ready to move at any time.

"Hagelin Cold Eyes."

At this moment, Haglin was talking in a low voice with her nephew Dastan and niece Elmir. Her posture was natural and her expression was gentle, as if it was a family reunion from an ordinary family.

As for Ryan...

"They are either in Asheril, or in Naggaroth, or in Ulthuan, or in Laurentlauren," said Eltharion, shrugging his shoulders and waving his free left hand gently in the air, as if to brush away the tangled threads.

The facts are just as he said.

After the Chapeyuto holiday, Hagelin returned to Naggaroth, while the others stayed in Asheril to continue their studies. Later, Aedanna returned to Ulthuan, and Kaeya returned to Laurenloren. Later, Violet also returned to Naggaroth, and only Belloda was left in Asheril to accompany Serene.

During the Anaheim period, Aedanna was still in Ulthuan, and Kaia was still in Laurent Loren.

Until this moment, the five high-ranking priests of the Storm Weaver Order finally gathered again. They all wore robes that symbolized their status, and with Serene as the center, they naturally spread out like a ring of stars surrounding the moonlight.

At this moment, Isharion noticed a familiar figure approaching. He smiled and patted Caryl's arm gently as a gesture. When Caryl pulled her hand out, he opened his arms and greeted the man. A silent hug quietly unfolded in the scene.

The person who came was none other than his best friend who was like a brother to him - Bel-Ahkr.

Alagalon, who was standing nearby, raised his eyebrows and looked at Bel-Ahor with a complicated expression, with a slight sour feeling in his heart. At this moment, he keenly realized that the unspoken tacit understanding and deep feelings between Isharion and Bel-Ahor were the kind of brotherhood that only those who had gone through blood and fire, death and life side by side could have.

And he...

"Are you going back?" After the hug, Isharion asked calmly, but his eyes were full of anticipation.

Bel-Ahor first nodded to Alagalon and his party, with a friendly and calm expression. Ahail and his party also nodded in greeting, as they had already heard about his past from Eltharion.

"I probably won't go back. I'll stay in Lothern." Bel-Aihor said in a calm tone with a hint of relief.

"Responsible for coordination?" asked Eltharion.

"Yes." Bel-Ahol nodded in response. Although his words were calm, they were very weighty.

"Does this count as a promotion?" Eltharion joked with a smile.

"Equal adjustment?" Bel-Aihor raised his eyebrows, as if he was thinking seriously about this statement, but his expression had betrayed him. It was a kind of subtle pride, hidden in his eyes, but could not be concealed.

"Then should I congratulate you?" Isharion raised the corner of his mouth.

In response to him, Bel-Eihor gently hit him on the chest. It was both a teasing response and an unspoken understanding and affirmation between brothers.

The two exchanged a few more brief words, with laughter and friendship flowing between them. After a moment, Bel-Ahor turned and left, heading towards the circle of the Ainels.

There, Talos and his son were talking, or more precisely, Galenstra placed her hands on Talos' shoulders and looked at him silently. It was a silent but affectionate gaze, as if she wanted to use her eyes to carve the appearance of her son whom she had not seen for a long time into her heart, and she would not forget it even if time passed.

Not far from them, the long-lost descendants of the Yunxingzhe family were also chatting animatedly. The familiarity between them did not fade with the passage of time, but instead became more precious due to separation.

Melehi Elwyn, Vasseliel Malfrik, Erathil Shininghorn and other Aiel who have lived in Naggaroth for many years were also moving among the crowd, exchanging greetings with old friends. Their conversations were filled with emotional exchanges and inquiries about each other's recent situation.

"That one, Karahir Alwyn."

Eltharion's voice sounded again, his tone was calm, but with a hint of meaningful emotion.

At this moment, Karahir was wearing a well-cut black military uniform, talking in a low voice with Bel-Aihor. His posture was steady, his expression was solemn, and when the two looked at each other, their eyes were sharp as blades. It was obvious that the content of the conversation was not daily greetings, but a confidential talk about military affairs.

"He is Karahir?" Perrine frowned, trying to confirm that he had heard correctly.

He had heard Eltharion mention this man, and had traveled with Eltharion from Laurent Loren to Asheril, and then to Naggaroth together.

But their fates have been very different since then. Eltharion became Malekith's lieutenant, a position of honor but not power; while Karahir rose step by step and was eventually appointed as the High Lord of Dread. Although he did not directly command the army, he was in charge of the logistics of the entire Duruchi Army.

what does this mean?
This means that the supply routes of every army group, the resource allocation of every battle, and the logistics operations of every garrison will all pass through his hands.

When Perriand first heard Eltharion talk about this, the first word that came to his mind was: unbelievable.

How can this be?

This is like 1 going to the Alliance to recuperate and commanding the army to fight all the way to Berlin, no...

The existence of Karahir completely overturned Perrine's understanding of the barrier between Ainel and Duruchi.

The image of Karahir was seriously inconsistent with his perception - not just inconsistent, but almost contradictory.

"First of all, he is Ai Niel," Eltharion seemed to understand Perrian's confusion, "Secondly, he is very capable." He said this with a rare serious tone, "He gives me the feeling that he is born to do this, not to do anything else. Scheduling, organizing, coordinating, grasping the overall situation... He does these almost perfectly. Can you understand?"

Isharion looked at everyone with a complicated look in his eyes.

"It doesn't matter." He sighed, his tone slow and firm, "You will understand later."

When he finished speaking, everyone around him looked at him at the same time. Ahail frowned slightly, Alagalen remained silent, and Felgar sighed quietly. There was helplessness and sighing in their eyes.

Yes, you will understand it later.

Next to them was the naval circle of Iris.

These naval factions dressed in Druchish navy blue uniforms were either their relatives or their friends, and now they were on board, all of them.

In this great change, the entire Kingdom of Iris was on board. (End of this chapter)