Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

We finished our meal, not in the cruise ship lobby, but on the island.

The traditional rules of the Asur were not introduced, such as the ritual that once the Phoenix King stopped eating, everyone else must stop eating immediately. Malekith was reborn in the holy fire, so who cared about those things at this moment.

So, we had a buffet. As the saying goes, where there is a Red Dragon, there must be a buffet, and it was indeed true.

Malekith did not arrive late this time like he did at the Emerald Sea Palace in Lothern, making a grand appearance as the finale, with Finnubar and Elardesi following behind him, with all manners and eyes. Instead, he was there naturally, because he was the protagonist today.

He said he was going to have a big meal, but he didn't eat much. It wasn't his first formal meal after 4,000 years, and the doctor warned him not to overload his stomach. But he was the protagonist, so he had to hold it, and he had to hold the wine glass and wave it around in the middle of the scene, nodding frequently, full of a sense of ritual.

All in all, he drank a lot of wine, but he was not drunk, after all, he had a meeting in the afternoon.

And Daxus completely transformed himself into a "family man", staying with his family almost the entire time.

After eating, it’s over.

Have meetings when you need to have meetings, and socialize when you need to socialize.

As for Dacus, he chose to wander around the island. He was not very interested in military meetings. Although he was nominally the highest commander of the navy, he rarely asked about the specific tactical arrangements, and often just signed to confirm. Moreover, the coordination that needed to be done had already been completed in Anaheim, and the necessary emergency plans had already been prepared and reported to all levels, without any error.

Of course, if he came back from a walk and the meeting was still going on, he would still go in and listen. At least, he had to show his face as a gesture.

"This is not a typical elven architectural style, I promise." Ryan said. He said this in a tone as if he had been holding it in for a long time and finally found an opportunity to vent. "The temple echoes the pattern of the temple cities on the continent of Lustria. The structure and proportions are very similar."

“Some believe they were the first to contact Asuryan and teach the elves to worship him.”

In response to Kadroin, Daxus simply gave a weird smile, and he didn't even turn his head to look at Salir.

What else could happen?
Say that you are wrong and that things are much more complicated than this? Tell Kazhuoyin the truth that he can't even imagine and won't accept? There is no need and no point.

If it was just a guess before, now it is basically a fact, a done deal, and there is no way around it.

"How many guards are there here?" Daxus asked casually, changing the subject.

"Eight hundred." Kazhuin answered decisively.

"?" Daxus curled his lips.

The eight hundred standard soldiers rushed to the north slope. Where were the ten thousand soldiers that were promised? Where were the ten thousand immortal soldiers that were promised? Where were the Persian orthodoxy that was promised? Wasn't it said that there were ten thousand soldiers at the beginning, and they remained ten thousand until the end?

This phenomenon gave rise to many legends, some saying they were immortal, or could be resurrected after death. However, the Phoenix Guard remained silent about this, and never gave a positive explanation. (High Precision 7th Edition Military Book)
"Do you have any instructions?"

"No!" Dacus answered expressionlessly. He knew when to give orders and when to remain silent. "Do you have any ideas? What are you going to do next?"

"I don't know... go back and be my own noble? You know, I still have the right of inheritance, which is a huge fortune."

Kazhuoin first shook his head, then, as he spoke, he gestured ostentatiously with his hands, as if he was going to take out all the wealth he would inherit and show it to everyone.

His tone was light, even with a hint of cynical self-mockery, as if at this moment he had returned to the time before he first set foot on the island. The nonchalant, arrogant dandy look returned without warning, and after he finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing. His laugh was relaxed and natural, as if he had unloaded a long-lost burden from his shoulders.

"I support you!" Dacus took over the conversation and added after laughing, his tone full of sincerity and ease, "When I go to visit you, you must entertain me wholeheartedly."

He knew that Kadroin was really powerful. When the elves retreated to Athel Loren at the End, only the one left in Eagle Gate, following Ivarn, remained among the thirty Etain guards. Like other refugees from the Kingdom of Etain, this unit chose to pledge allegiance to Kadroin. The reason they did not pledge allegiance to Malekith and Imrik was not only because these two were responsible for the deaths of many of their comrades, but they also had other choices.

In fact, Kadroin and Ivarn came from the same place, which is why Bel-Ahor recognized Kadroin at first sight when he came to the island.

"No problem!" Kazhuin answered quickly, but he soon changed the subject, his voice lowered, and his smile gradually faded, "But we all know that this is impossible. Without guidance... I really don't know what to do next, stay here?" He murmured, and there was no longer a smile in his tone, but some kind of suppressed confusion and bewilderment.

Finally, he set his gaze on Daxus, and his eyes were more sincere than his tone.

"What's your suggestion?"

"Is it a suggestion?" Daxus raised his eyebrows and asked calmly, "or an instruction?"

"Suggestions?" Kazhuin thought about the question seriously, then nodded, confirming his position.

"This is a temple, not a fortress." Daxus said slowly, as if he was using words to outline an extremely grand picture. "Here is a spatial structure woven by ancient and powerful walls, and here is an extremely powerful being. But in a sense, this is a fortress. It is grand enough and strong enough, but the problem is that there are not enough warriors here to resist powerful enemies. The area is too large and there are too few guards. The redundant space has become a burden rather than an advantage."

When he was halfway through his irrelevant speech, the people around him all looked at him, some with disgust on their faces, some secretly rolled their eyes, and some pretended not to hear him, with an expressionless and blank state.

He paused and laughed dryly, as if he had told a joke that only he understood. Not only did it fail to resonate with people, but it also made people feel that the atmosphere froze in an instant. But he didn't think there was anything wrong with his words. On the contrary, there was nothing wrong with them at all. Facts are facts, no matter how abrupt or inappropriate they are.

After all, he knew that Nakali had invaded here.

There is a strong presence, there is no doubt about that. But without guidance, the response time is too long, and the pre-swing reading time is simply outrageous.

How long will it grow?
Long enough for Nakali to accomplish whatever it wanted to do during this time, and then to withdraw calmly.

In Dacus' opinion, it feels like sending an email?

Usually, believers contact Asuryan by sending emails. For core believers like the Phoenix Guard, Asur usually replies. As for the time of communication...

As for other believers, most of them read the messages but don’t reply, or simply don’t receive them.

What Colonia and Tigris did was more like... making a video call, which was direct and effective, but also very powerful and you couldn't just make it whenever you wanted.

As for Malekith...it's more like he's drilling through the network cable.

In addition, at the end of time, the naval fleet led by Aislin besieged the island, and the defenders at that time were the Phoenix Guard and the Caledonian system led by Imrik.

Who knows, one day, the opposite may happen?

Imrik led the dragon army to attack the island, and the Phoenix Guard and the nearby naval fleet defended it? "Select 500 Phoenix Guards, led by you, to form... the Guards? It shouldn't be called that, it should be..." Dacius said, with a little hesitation and hesitation in his tone. He frowned slightly, sighed and shook his head, and said decisively, "Send the Sons of Asuryan here, led by Elano, and Valandil and Valanaar will be responsible for coordination. This place is too important, and nothing can go wrong."

In theory, this operation was indeed a reinforcement of the island's defenses, at least on paper it seemed more comprehensive. But that was all, he knew very well that the Sons of Asuryan were small in number, initially consisting of the old people of Ainir, and later joined by Asur, the two groups together only numbered a little over 1,200.

Many of the Asul who were later transferred to Asheril were mentally unable to assume the responsibilities of true warriors. They could only do some limited basic work, that is, they were assigned to Cuyo Province to participate in grape planting, or handed over to Fenrir for long-term treatment - this was all they lived, with the beauty of a large sanatorium.

The battle is now a distant memory.

Gavino and Elanor are cousins. They are related by blood, but have different beliefs. Gavino is not a follower of Asuryan. He believes in Kurnos and Dracola, and follows the path of Aenil's wanderer, which is also known as the path of the forest's wrath. He has been playing an extremely important role in coordinating affairs and conveying information.

But now, the situation has changed, the pattern has reversed, fate has been broken, and the chessboard has been reset.

Dacus was going to transfer Gavino out and reassign his duties. According to tradition, Gavino's Denaris family had been sea guards for generations before becoming Enil, and belonged to the navy system, so he should return to the team.

However, beyond tradition, there is also personal will.

Gavino's wish is to enter the special department headed by Vetier, the secret system responsible for personnel investigation, anti-infiltration and anti-chaos, just like Kerillian and Kalona who are still stationed in Naggaroth, hiding in the darkness and taking out the sting for the elven society.

This choice is almost an instinct engraved in their bones. Most of the followers of Dracula, the goddess of vengeance, are like this. Their loyalty does not require words, and their beliefs are destined to make them the sharpest blades.

"Heart of Flame!"

Daxus nodded. Kadroin's words were considered as approval of his suggestion. This was the progress he wanted to see.

He understood the political ecology of Ulthuan too well. In this place where origin and tradition are important, the influence that the Phoenix Guards surrounding Malekith can bring is much greater than that of the Sons of Asuryan.

The political and religious significance far outweighs the tactical significance.

Just like he had put Narendil in charge of Ulthuan's propaganda.

Otherwise, it's just another stinking colonist coming to Ulthuan to beg for food. The Asur only recognize the Phoenix Guard. What kind of fake organization is the Sons of Asuryan?
If the next trip to Safri goes well...

"Heart of Flame?" Dacus came back to his senses a little, and after a moment he realized what was happening, and saw Kazhuoin's inquiring gaze. He paused, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Very good, you are more talented than me in naming." After that, he raised his right hand and gave Kazhuoin a thumbs up without hesitation.

Even though fate was broken, some things...would never change.

At the Last Day, when the remaining Elves had fled to Athel Loren, all the survivors of Khadroyan's old tribes regrouped, broke up, and came together again, like the embers of a fire that had not yet been extinguished, quietly gathering in the darkness.

Like Kazhuoyan, they also lost the ability to foresee the future, but they did not waver. Flame Heart still stood firm with the captain in their faith, even if there was no light ahead and even if the end of the road was death, they never wavered.

Finally, in the twilight of fate, they accompanied Kadrayan in the final battle - the Battle of Middenheim.

"What do you think about my cousin's matter?" Daxus changed the subject and started calmly, then turned to Salir, who had been silent and just observing the surroundings.

"Watch while standing, or what? I'll watch while curled around my staff?" Salir said without even turning his head, his tone containing a hint of lazy playfulness.

"Humor!" Daxus, who was more angry than amused, raised his hand and gave a thumbs up helplessly. He could feel that Salir was very relaxed and free and easy at the moment, no longer carrying the heavy shackles like before.

"She needs time to settle down." Salir laughed dryly, then changed his tone, "Soon... she will catch up, and surpass Caledor!"

These words were like a bolt of thunder, striking Dacus' ears.

He was silent.

Because this sentence was so shocking, the Caledor that Salir was talking about could not be the Kingdom of Caledor, but could only be the legendary existence - Caledor the Dragon Tamer.

That is to say...

At this moment, Dacus straightened his chest, almost subconsciously, as proud and proud as the poorest workers in the Great Ying Empire in the 19th century when they thought of the empire's fleet spanning five oceans and its inexhaustible wealth.

He had reasons to do so. He knew that in the other timeline, there was no such person as Koliocolonia Herban. He might have died in a battle, or he might have been quietly swallowed up by fate in the shadow of the curse, and he never learned the skill.

And now, in the timeline he was in, with his promotion and influence - his cousin survived, and not only survived, but also rose up between darkness and fate, and finally grew into a being capable of surpassing Caledor.

This is not fantasy, this is reality.

He truly changed the course of fate, and he has reason to be proud of himself.

"This..." Ryan shook his head with a complicated look. He knew what this meant. He and Colonia had a very good relationship. From Naggaroth to Elsin Alvin, from Krakalond to Hesiota, they had already established a trust that went beyond language.

During the Battle of Gorond, he and Colonia were sent by Daxus to the continent of Lustria. Starting from Krakarond, they crossed the land in the most primitive way, cutting through thorns and climbing over mountains and ridges. After many twists and turns, they finally arrived at Hesiota.

Since then, the two have participated in countless battles, adventures, and missions together.

In Lustria, they sneaked into the Chaos Cultist camp with Cowell and Genevieve; in Laurent, the four of them, together with Tolandil and Gavino, caused a riot in Sulinburg and experienced an unforgettable night.

In every battle, every crisis, they lived and died together and trusted each other.

Now, she has changed, transformed into a being that can be compared with Caledo.

Maybe... he should find some time to have a good talk with Colonia and let her become a mentor to his eldest daughter who has second vision?

Unlike Ryan, Daxus has more things to consider, but fortunately he has time and is not in a hurry.

Soon, Kadroin led them deep into the temple, to an arch guarded by Phoenix Guards. Through the arch was a bubbling hot spring.

"Do you want to purify yourself?" (End of this chapter)