Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

"Magic, energy... my people are drawn to it..."

"The kingship is not eternal, my son..."

Hearing Dacus's whisper, Salir showed an almost speechless expression on his face. He tilted his head and glanced at Dacus, his eyes revealing a bit of complexity and disgust, and then he couldn't help but look at Drusala not far behind him.

How come he had never heard that Dacius had a son?

"I feel like you've changed." Springwin on the side suddenly spoke, no longer looking at the distant whirlpool, but turning his head to look at Daquus seriously.

"Oh? What do you mean?" Daxus raised his eyebrows and made an unexpected move. He slowly raised his arms and showed his biceps without any shyness, looking serious and proud.

Seeing Dacus's move, Splinterwin also raised his arm, showing off his iron-like biceps. As a red dragon, his physique was far superior to that of ordinary species, and his muscle lines were like rock carvings, with a sense of oppression. He even patted his arm proudly, with a dull and powerful sound.

"That's not what I'm talking about..." After a moment, he snorted, with a hint of unspeakable confusion in his expression, "It's very strange, I can't explain it."

"Spirit?" Salil interrupted at this time.

"Yes! Spirit! I feel that you are different from before." Springwin nodded immediately, his words full of certainty.

"Really?" Daxus raised his eyebrows and said in a calm tone.

"Yes! After you came out of that space, your spiritual power became obviously stronger." Salir repeated, his tone unquestionable, as if this was a fact that had already been confirmed.

Daxus did not respond, but nodded quietly, his expression unfathomable.

At this moment, a long-lost but clear picture flashed through his mind. He had dealt with the Tyrannosaurus Rex during his adventure in Lustria. At that time, his mental strength was still very weak, and he had almost no control over the wild and untamed giant beast. The Tyrannosaurus Rex simply disdained to pay attention to him and could not obey his will like the Triceratops or Ankylosaurs.

The main point is that you are not convinced.

He thought of the strange castle in the Gray Mountains, where he encountered an undead Tyrannosaurus. He frightened the giant with just a roar. There was no doubt that his mental strength was much stronger than before. Of course, it might be that the undead Tyrannosaurus itself was too weak, but he never thought so.

“Perhaps I should find an opportunity to meet the giant beast ‘Gagantuzaan’ known as the ancient saint?” He whispered in his heart.

It was one of the most famous Tyrannosaurus Rex, a legendary creature, never tamed and always hungry.

But then he shook his head again.

But it doesn't seem to make sense?
Pretending?
After all, his spiritual power was already extremely strong before he entered that space. He had faced Chaos Demons that mortals could not see more than once and slew them with his sword. Moreover, he not only faced the Demons, but also gazed at the distortion of Tzeentch and the corruption of Nurgle.

If his spirit wasn't strong enough, he would have failed long ago.

So, the improvement of spiritual power may not be that important to him? Maybe it just increased from 95 to 100? It's a little more complete, but the impact is no longer a matter of life and death.

Is his account almost at the maximum level?
What is important is that his faith, the will that has been constantly tempered by time and disaster, and polished by choice and sacrifice, has been deeply rooted in his heart and cannot be shaken. Spiritual awakening is not a simple increase in strength, but a transformation that bursts out from the depths of the soul, not a superficial fluctuation.

After coming out of the space, his belief became stronger, and this belief was the force that made him completely renewed and truly reborn.

Perhaps... this is what Splinterwin wanted to express?

At this moment, Daxus was on a raider, heading towards Death Island.

Originally, he only planned to ask Ryan and Salir to go together.

Kadroin? There was no point in him going there. He didn't need to fight. Death Island and Eden Valley were not his special places. He had other things to do.

To go to the Island of the Dead, they had to find a suitable means of transportation, and the most convenient way was naturally to fly. So he called Springer, but the plan quickly went out of control, like a typical situation where if there was too much flour, they added water, and if there was too much water, they added flour, and then... it got out of control.

When Drusala heard that he was going out for a walk, he immediately said that he had nothing to do and wanted to take a walk and have a look.

When Alyssa heard that he was planning to go to Eden Valley, she also asked to go with him.

As a result, the original team suddenly turned into a mixed group, and all members simply changed to boarding the assault ship.

Kukulkan?

Oh, I am the noble feathered serpent, the spirit of Typok, and the incarnation of the legendary ancient saint.

At the same time, he is also a staunch homeboy.

After returning to Lustria, it has not been seen anywhere outside of the continent, and rarely even leaves its sleeping place, let alone visits Ulthuan.

That is to say...

From the moment Alyssa left the continent of Lustria, her combat effectiveness was cut in half.

Of course, Alyssa didn't have any combat missions at this stage. Her mission in Ossuan was very clear. She would inspect the two plains in the Kingdom of Safri, complete the terrain and climate surveys, formulate an agricultural plan, and then start large-scale planting.

Daxus wanted to ensure that Duruchi in Naggaroth and Asur in Ulthuan had a normal supply of food, and thereby reduce the frequent travel of ships on the Naggaroth-Lustria route, and put them into the Naggaroth-Ulthuan route to prevent the transport ships returning from Ulthuan to Naggaroth from having empty cabins. That would be a waste of resources, and he would never allow it.

The atmosphere on the deck gradually relaxed with the sea breeze. Salir stood beside him, his robe fluttering in the wind, his eyes looking at the horizon.

"What do you think about using Deha against elves?" Daxus suddenly asked, his tone thoughtful.

"A way of using energy." Salir answered simply and concisely.

Upon hearing this, Dacus raised his eyebrows and showed a look of "Is that it?"

"What else? Is there no price to use advanced magic? Control is the only way to master magic!" Salir turned his head, his eyes sharp, "This requires strong thoughts, will and deep understanding. As far as I know, your fiancée, your cousin, your clan mother, Malekith, and... Morathi, they are all good at this. I'm curious why you suddenly asked this question?"

"Reconstruct the elven magic system?" Daxus hesitated and said in an uncertain tone, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was testing Salir.

Salir did not respond immediately, but showed an incredible expression, the corners of his lips slowly rose, revealing a meaningful smile, and a hint of amusement in his eyes, as if he heard an innocent child say that he wanted to pick stars.

Offended, Daxus immediately frowned, showing an expression of dissatisfaction, frowning slightly, and his eyes became sharp.

"So how would you like to reconstruct it?" Salir shrugged, his tone as relaxed as if he was discussing what wine to use at a banquet.

"I don't know!" Dacus said bluntly, to a surprising degree. He really didn't know. How long had it been? It was only yesterday that Malekith walked out of the Holy Fire again...

Before he could finish his words, the sea breeze blew across the deck again, blowing up his robe. At this moment, his outline seemed clearer, and some new outline was quietly taking shape.

"What do you think? Maybe I can provide you with some reference?" Salir asked, his tone tentative and concerned.

Daxus shook his head and then sighed softly.

Of course he is not without ideas, but that is not something that can be explained in a few words.

Reconstructing the entire magic system of the elves may sound like just a concept, a simple slogan, but in fact it is a complex web of countless layers. A single move affects the entire body, involving not only magic itself, but also the overall structure of the elves' society, philosophical concepts, belief system, and even cultural identity and historical memory.

Just talking about Drucci...

His clan mother sat in the Nagor, presiding over the operation of the Arcane Academy. The Tower of Destruction and the Tower of Prophecy were temporarily idle, like sleeping beasts.

The Arcane Academy focuses on elementary teaching, mainly for young descendants with second sight. The content taught is not much different from that of ordinary schools in Asheril and Naggaroth.

But it is not without its own characteristics. The biggest difference lies in the process of tempering willpower, which makes these children more resilient and better able to concentrate.

The main focus is on developing three views.

Otherwise, teaching a child who is not even ten years old to use Deha? Are you kidding? Even Morathi is not so crazy. Even Tzeentch has to say it's awesome!
After the basic education is completed, the course enters the second stage, continuing to temper the will, while introducing elementary magic knowledge, guiding children to feel the flow of the wind of magic, understand the nature of magic, and understand its power and cost. In this process, the instructors will observe and screen quietly, and evaluate from mental stability to talent sensitivity.

Afterwards, the children were assigned different directions based on their own and their family’s wishes and the advice of their mentors.

Some of them will go to Chapeiuto to learn the Wind of Aegir and the Wind of Urku in depth, become tide callers, and become the backbone of the Storm Weaver Order and the navy. In addition to mastering magic, they will also systematically learn all knowledge related to the sea, such as navigation, tidal observation, and marine ecology.

The other part will be sent to La Plata, to enter the Emerald Garden, where they will master the Wind of Gillen and the Wind of Gur, and learn farming, animal husbandry, and healing. Some of them will stay in the garden to be responsible for the stability of Asheril's farming, while others will return to Naggaroth to play their strengths in the army or agricultural system.

Others will enter the Institute of Crafts to learn the Wind of Piety and the Wind of Aksha, taught by the priests of Colonia and Val. They will assume the role of industrial pillars and add to the industry of Duruchi.

The other part continued to stay in the Academy of Arcane, learning the Wind of Shash, Wind of Akshay and Wind of Urku that the sorceresses were proficient in, and embarked on a deeper magical journey.

As for Deha? That is not taught.

This is not only because the Eight Winds Magic has not yet been mastered, but also because Deha is not something that everyone can touch.

It is powerful and unparalleled, but the willpower required is so high that it is almost harsh. Once the spell fails, the cost is not just as simple as the spell backlash, but may cause terrible disasters, space collapse, soul collapse and other strange consequences beyond cognition.

Even more terrifying is the cost of using Deha for a long time.

Like a magical implant of mental illness, it leaves a mark deep in the caster's soul: a crack, a taint, an imperceptible but ever-lasting distortion. With increasing use, these cracks will gradually expand, eventually corroding the mind, polluting the mind, and twisting the nature.

At first, it might just be nausea, nightmares, and other insignificant symptoms, but once that line is crossed, the caster will be completely corrupted. Under the pollution of Deha, the caster's self will be slowly erased, replaced by an unnatural existence, a foreign entity that even the gods find difficult to define.

Duruchi only sees Deha as a force, not a step towards chaos. After using it, they will use various means to restore the balance of the mind and cleanse the filth in their hearts.

These methods may be meditation, or taking medicine, and sometimes they use the method of guiding emotions to clear the corruption in the heart and let those negative fluctuations gradually dissipate.

This is the current system of Duruchi's spellcasting. It is completely for the service of the current stage. It is direct, simple, and just right. It does not require too much in-depth study and complex understanding.

As for seeking out the Slann magic priests for in-depth study, that would be a matter for the future, and it was also something that Daxus had planned.

The same is true for high-level magic. Quish and Had are like two extremes. Its danger does not lie in the power itself, but in the possible consequences of failed spellcasting - the burning of magic.

Once a spellcaster runs the risk of burning out, they will no longer be able to touch the wind of magic, which means they will no longer be able to cast magic. This effect may be temporary, but in severe cases, they may face permanent disability. Even the blessings of Aisha and Lilith cannot eliminate such an effect. This is the price of high-level magic.

Moreover, every time it is used, the soul will be eroded invisibly. If used for a long time, the caster's soul will gradually become empty, increasingly indifferent and weird, and they may even begin to lose perception of the surrounding world.

Those Slann magic priests have this symptom to a greater or lesser extent, which is one of the reasons why they need to meditate.

Seeing that Daqius was lost in thought and did not respond for a long time, Salir sighed and broke the silence.

"Is the nature of your cousin's behavior bothering you?" he asked tentatively.

Daxus nodded, and after a moment's silence, he finally spoke.

"Yes."

"What are you worried about?" Salir continued to ask, "Is it because of your personality, or... could it be?" He paused slightly and looked at Dacus with some doubt in his eyes.

"I can't really explain it. It feels very strange. She..." Daxus shook his head, unable to express his emotions for a moment. Then, he changed the subject, "I'm curious, how do you understand the Jade Record? Or," he changed the subject and spread his hands, "what do you think it represents?"

Salir paused for a moment, as if thinking about the question. After a moment, he nodded and began to answer.

"I seem to understand what is bothering you. The Jade Record is right there, and no one can deny its existence. As long as you are educated and learn the language of the Lizardmen, it is not difficult to understand its meaning. The translated meaning is what it says on the surface, and the feeling after reading it is also that feeling."

He paused.

"The principles and rules have always been there, never hidden. The question is whether you can understand and apply them personally. Many people have read a lot of books and walked a lot of roads, but still cannot live a good life. How many people can really do well in those simple and easy-to-remember principles? Did they do well in the past? Are they doing well now? Will they do well in the future? Although the knowledge in the White Tower is rich, has anyone achieved the same success as your cousin?"

His tone of voice was calm, but the deep meaning behind it was obvious.

Dacus stared at Salir, and his heart was suddenly struck by a heavy hammer, as if he understood something. He took a deep breath and nodded slightly.

"I understand. Thank you for your enlightenment, Master."

"Enlightenment?" Salir smiled slightly, with a hint of teasing in his eyes, "I just cleared the fog in your mind a little, so that you can see more clearly."

Dacus did not answer, but just thought quietly. The enlightenment brought him not only a simple understanding, but also a profound revelation. The conversation between him and Salir was not only a battle of words, but also a collision of hearts. However, the repressive power was still hidden in it, as if every step forward would face a deeper choice.

After a moment of silence, he broke the silence.

"Thank you, Salil." (End of this chapter)