Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

At first, when Malekith saw the quarrel, he was filled with excitement. The fierce words and unyielding attitude of the Duruchi were exactly what he longed for in his heart. Their words were like a burning flame, igniting the deepest desires, desires and dissatisfaction in his heart. His eyes wandered among the quarreling crowd, and seeing the elves roaring and punching, he felt an indescribable pleasure, as if his emotions had also found an outlet.

However, as time went on, this excitement was gradually replaced by boredom, and a trace of fatigue flashed in his eyes. The quarrel became noisy and lengthy, and the repetitive words and fruitless arguments made him tired. All this chaos and anger were ultimately just a meaningless farce.

At this moment, his eyes inadvertently swept across the other corner of the venue, where a tree man stood. The existence of the tree man formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding hustle and bustle, like a silent statue. His brows wrinkled slightly, his eyes gradually became focused, and he felt a familiar feeling rising in his heart, which was a distant memory.

As he observed carefully, the fragments of memory gradually pieced together in his mind. Six thousand years ago, he had seen this tree man. At that time, he was still a young and ambitious elven prince, full of hope for the future, but that day reality gave him a hard blow. The scenes in those memories gradually became clear, and the old and deep face of the tree man seemed to have crossed time and space and appeared in front of him again.

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Malekis's heart was filled with a complex emotion, with both nostalgia for the past and confusion about the present and uneasiness about the future. He exhaled slowly, with excitement and boredom intertwined in his eyes, looking at Dacus who was sitting there without saying a word. In this chaotic meeting, Dacus's figure became his only comfort and guidance. He knew what Dacus would definitely do next, and now it was just a prelude.

In the chaotic quarrel, the words of the Asuras gradually moved closer to the Asurs. They expressed more understanding and support for the Asurs' views. Who made them in this situation now? Who made them Asurs in the beginning. This change was not noticeable, but for the asurs, it was enough to detect the subtle change of the situation.

A new tacit understanding was forming between the asurs and the aslais. The representatives of the asurs exchanged satisfied glances with each other. They could feel that the dawn of victory was in sight. They felt that they had won. The meeting carefully manipulated by Dacus seemed to be out of control. They saw a great opportunity. If they could successfully pull the aslais into their arms, the blow to Dacus would be fatal. Now they had to add fuel to the fire.

Dacus watched all this calmly. He clearly felt the aslais' hesitation, but he never said anything and remained calm. What the aslais showed was what he wanted to see. There was nothing better than killing people and creating a hazy illusion. Moreover, he did not seem to realize that the asurs and aslais had discovered the essence.

After a long time, Dacus, who had never participated in the heated discussion, yawned and stood up. The moment he stood up, Duruch, who had been pointing at Asur and cursing, stopped speaking in a tacit understanding as if he had received some instructions, and sat down directly, as if nothing had happened just now, catching Asur and Aslai who were about to speak out of their mouths off guard.

The situation that was originally going out of control was back on track in an instant.

After leaving the table and chair, Dacus passed through the gap between Nestra and Arohan. He shrugged at Narhap who was looking at him, and then walked to a place not far from Dursu's feet.

"Was it like this last time?"

In response to Dacus's question, Dursu, who lowered his head, nodded after a moment.

"Time flies, like a white horse passing by, 6449 years have passed." Dacus sighed.

The Great Vortex was established in the year -4421 of the Imperial Calendar. The meeting held in Avalon took place a year after the establishment of the Great Vortex. It has been 6449 years since then. Except for Malekith and his mother and Dursu, the other members who attended the meeting at that time have passed away, but their decision has deeply affected the elves and even the world.

"No, no, no, Dursu, you did the right thing. If it were me, I would make the same choice." Daquus raised his head and looked firmly into Dursu's deep eyes. Facing the confusion and confusion in the eyes of the tree man, he denied any doubts without hesitation.

Then, he slowly walked to the foot of Dursu's huge tree and patted the bark that had been eroded by the years. Dursu's tough figure was like an indestructible barrier, providing him with endless strength and courage. This was his most reliable comrade-in-arms and the support of his beliefs. On the rough bark surface, some places even have traces of axe felling, as if those ancient wounds are still telling the pain and struggle of the past.

He knew that these were the scars that Dursu suffered from the dwarves who invaded Athel Loren at the end of the War of Vengeance, commonly known as: pedicure.

"Remember, you did nothing wrong, they were wrong." Dakwus' voice was low and powerful, with an unshakable belief. He hoped to soothe Dursu's doubts through these words.

Dursu did not respond immediately, but Dacus could feel that the tree man's complex emotions seemed to calm down a little. The leaves trembled gently, responding to his comfort.

"Remember! Our goal has never changed. Your decision is right, because you are protecting our world." After interacting with Dursu for a while, Dacus turned and left with steady steps. His heart was full of firm belief in the future. He walked back to the council table. At the moment he turned around, he looked back again and said to Dursu.

"Let me introduce you solemnly, 'Oakheart' Dursu. You may have heard of it more or less. It should have appeared in your family records. It attended that meeting 6449 years ago, and it attended this meeting again 6449 years later. I have to say... the reincarnation of history? Or something else?" Dacus came behind Gilead and pointed at Dursu and introduced him to the Asur. After the introduction, he sighed and then he leaned on the back of the chair.

"She is indeed Elena. When Astarielle was fighting the demons in Avalon, she asked me to protect her child. I brought her child back to the Great Forest, where no other elves had been. We fought the demons for many years to protect her child." Under the surprised eyes of the elves moving back and forth, Daquus spoke slowly in a muffled but clear and bright voice.

He was imitating Durthu, imitating the only words Durthu said in that meeting 6449 years ago, a crucial sentence that laid the groundwork for everything that came later.

"To be honest, I understand you. Who makes me kind and generous? Maybe this is why you can still sit here and make noise today?

It's still early today. Let me tell you a story. It happened 6449 years ago. You are all nobles with family heritage. You know what happened at that time, so... I won't lay the groundwork.

Just as Morathi said at the time, peace will only bring more corruption. The power of chaos is only dispersed, not completely destroyed. Chaos still remains in this world, and the Chaos Gods will retaliate against us.

The army of the Kingdom of Naggaroth is enough to lead Ulthuan to victory again. Although the war is over now, Chaos will never compromise, so we should cross the ocean and spread the power and civilization of the elves all over the world.

There are countless fallen creatures in the north who are worshiping Chaos and piling up skulls to build altars. They are monsters made of darkness and blood. They are constantly accumulating dangers. If we can destroy them, the glory of the elves can once again illuminate the barbaric wilderness that should have been dark."

Dakwus first played a reverse role, and then said what Morathi said at the time. Druki and Aenil looked at him expressionlessly, because they knew how he spoke. Asur and Aslai, who did not understand his routine, showed confused expressions. In their opinion, perhaps he should not say these words, which were contrary to his identity.

"What does Morathi mean by this? Obviously, she wants to continue the war and let Malekith be crowned as the Phoenix King, like Aenarion before, leading the elves to continue the war, and she can also rely on Malekith's identity to continue to be her queen, no, the queen mother. From this perspective, it seems that there is no problem, right, Ms. Med?"

"No problem!" Med was stunned for a moment. She knew that Dacus came behind her, but she did not expect Dacus to ask her opinion. She said directly without reaction, because she thought Dacus was right.

"Yes, no problem. But is what she said wrong? No, everything is as she said. During the Barshana period, Elsin Alwen has been fighting against beastmen, greenskins, and the remaining demon army. The war has continued until now and will continue in the future until one side is completely destroyed. This cannot be denied.

Then Menis refuted Morathi's point of view. He believed that the elves should return to kindness and friendship, instead of being full of bloodlust like Aenarion, and should not use violence and war to establish a new order, and should not be occupied by anger. Ms. Zoya, do you think there is a problem with what Menis said?" Dacuus said and paused. After he finished speaking, he just came behind Zoya.

Menis is the son of Caledor the Dragon Tamer and the father of Imrik. This Imrik is not the current Imrik, but Caledor the Conqueror, the third Phoenix King.

"No problem!"

"Yes, no problem. From the perspective of Menis and those princes, no problem. If I were those princes, I would not want Malekith to come to power! Ulthuan needs to recover, needs kindness and friendship, not to continue the war. What's more, what will happen after Malekith comes to power? Everything that Morathi said! The scene of Aenarion's late rule will reappear, and the power that was originally returned to his hands will be given away. If it were me, I would not agree to it either. That is power, the right to rule a kingdom, right?

What happened later, I think everyone knows? I don't need to help you recall it, right? Forget it, I'll still tell you, Menis and Morathi had a quarrel, and Cyriol acted as a peacemaker to mediate. Morathi loudly questioned the princes, who of you thinks you can inherit the crown of the Phoenix King? Who can surpass Malekith and become the new king of Ulthuan? After a moment of silence, a voice appeared, and he said, I think I can, I am the chosen one!"

The elves present turned their attention to Gilead. The voice in Darkus's mouth came from the mouth of Gilead's ancestor Barshana.

"Morathi asked disdainfully, you? Chosen? Chosen by whom? Balshana walked to the tree and said righteously, by the princes here, and the Eternal Queen! In the quarrel, Elena appeared Then Dursu proved Elena’s identity and said what I just said.”

The elves present turned their attention to Dursu. They seemed to want to get something from the participants of the meeting 6449 years ago. After seeing Dursu nod, they showed understanding expressions.

"Then there was another quarrel. Like just now, Elaina denied Morathi's status as queen in the quarrel. She said that the Eternal Queen has returned and Balshana will rule Ulthuan, just like my mother recognized my father back then. .

Morathi was very angry at that time. What did she say at that time? Oh, by the way, you mean you want to marry Balsana? So it’s natural for Balshana to become the Phoenix King?

The Eternal Queen will only marry the Phoenix King. This is the rule and it will always be like this. If Malekith and I get married, won't that mess up our seniority? So from the beginning, he received no inheritance rights from his father.

Elena said this, don’t you deny it? "

Darkus paused here and observed the venue. After seeing Asur and Aslay nodding in agreement, he continued to speak.

"She was very proud when she said this, as if she had a chance to win. Yes, just as she thought, she succeeded. Her words laid the foundation for the future. From then on, the Phoenix King succeeded to the throne. Will marry the Eternal Queen.

Morathi, who was passive at that time, wanted to use force, but was stopped by Malekith. My memory is not very good. I think about what Malekith told me... Yes, he said, I don't want to because This ridiculous argument has ruined my father's reputation!

I won't be a villain because of the power struggle. I inherited my father's power because I can be a hero like him. I also never took it for granted that I could become the Phoenix King. If the council had decided on Balshana, my sister would marry him, and I would not object.

Wow! The tense atmosphere of the meeting was swept away, and the princes believed that what Malekith said was absolutely true! His demeanor impressed the princes, but some princes scorned him, believing that Nagaryth was addicted to Khaine's curse and was hopeless.

Then let me announce the results! Although Prince Malekith has the style of his father, he is still too young. He needs time to experience and see more of the world. What we need now is friendship and kindness, not iron-fisted rule, so the new Phoenix King Prince Balshana takes over!

Theriol said this, and he was very proud when he announced it, right? "Dakuus looked at Dursu at the end of his story. After seeing Dursu nodding in confirmation, he continued talking.

"The fate of the elves should not be decided by a single person, so I fully agree with the wise decision of the council. As my father's successor, Balshana's wisdom will definitely lead us to start a new era. The gods will also certainly He showed great favor to him, and if anyone dared to have bad intentions towards the Phoenix King in the future, the Kingdom of Nagaryth would be the first to refuse.

After speaking, Malekith walked towards Barshana and knelt down on one knee in front of Barshanah to show his loyalty.

Then, another golden age for elves began!

Sorry, please forgive me. Although I am Loik's chosen one, I don't seem to have the talent to tell stories? Maybe next, I should learn more from Liariel. "

Liariel, who had been silent all this time, responded with a bright smile to Darkus after hearing what he said.

Druch and Enil showed a smile that was indeed true, and Asul and Aslay looked puzzled. They know that Dacus, sorry is Dacus' starting move, and they know that when Dacus starts saying sorry, it means something is going to happen.

"Although I can't tell it well, I can't deny the excitement of the story itself. I think this should be a must-read for nobles as children. What a wonderful palace politics. It is impeccable and forces the Kingdom of Nagaryth to a dead end. It's wonderful!

Malekith was tolerant and generous, but he was the most dissatisfied with this result. But he also understood that the situation had been set up a long time ago. Even if he resisted and fought hard, it would be of no avail. At most, both sides would suffer. Even so, he would not be able to become the Phoenix King. What a wonderful layout, what a superb political method, wonderful! "Dakeus sighed with emotion as he swayed with his hands behind his back.

"But didn't you find anything wrong? The process is wrong! Is it wrong? Elsharion?" Darkus walked behind Elsharion and asked him.

"Here we come!" Maranur and Kewell, who were sitting there, looked at each other and communicated with their eyes.

Elsharion's brows were furrowed, as if he was thinking about something. After hearing Darkus' call, he stood up and looked at Darkus, with a firm and calm light shining in his eyes. His expression was extremely determined, and his heart was filled with belief and maintenance of six thousand years of tradition.

"That's right! Is there any mistake?" Elsharion's voice was calm and powerful, as if he was declaring the undoubted truth. He took a deep breath, his eyes showing an unshakable confidence and determination, "How could the decision made six thousand years ago be wrong? Morathi and Malekith, their actions were nothing but a violation of Ulthuan's rights. Spying!”

There was a calm light in his eyes, as if to say: They don't know that the power of Ulthuan is not something that can be easily taken, especially by those who try to destroy our traditions.

"So, are you so sure that the whole process is flawless and there is nothing wrong?" Dakwus's voice sounded softly, with a hint of sarcasm and disdain.

"No, the problem is not the process at all. The problem is the selfishness of Morathi and Malekith, their intentions! They tried to use some clever means to change the entire succession of the Phoenix King and challenge the beliefs of our ancient race." Eltharion smiled slightly, a sneer on the corner of his mouth, with a proud light in his eyes. He shook his head slowly, his voice full of determination and confidence. He paused, his eyes fixed on Dakwus' eyes, "They thought they could easily shake us, but they were wrong!"

Dakwus was silent for a moment, the sneer in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by deep thinking and doubt. He was a little confused. He felt that Asur seemed to be seriously ill. The Isharion in front of him was more like a symbol, a symbol, and a representative. Perhaps anyone who was an Asur could say the same thing as Isharion.

"Are you really so determined?" Dakwus's voice was a little low, with a hint of helplessness and disappointment.

Isharion did not respond to Dakwus' words with words, but responded with actions and expressions. His eyes were still firm, like a towering mountain, never wavering.

The air at this moment seemed to solidify, and only silence and tension filled the venue. All the elves watched all this quietly, with complex emotions in their hearts.

Dakwus, who looked at Isharion, was no longer like the last second, he showed a sinister smile.

"Hmph! Right? Right? That's right, then, I want to ask you, how did Aenarion become the Phoenix King? My memory is not very good, let me guess, before he appeared, the elves did not hide in caves, on hillsides, and did not die at the hands of demons. These princes formed a council on the Fire Island? Yes, a council! They studied and discussed who should lead them to victory in the council, and finally they came to a conclusion!

Aenarion!

Ah! Aenarion is tall and strong, and has traveled all over the world. He is qualified! After that, the princes sent him a message, and he returned to Ulthuan when Ulthuan needed help the most!"

The Duruchi laughed, it started, it started, it finally started, and this moment finally came. After laying the groundwork for so long, Dakwus finally launched his attack.

"You...you! You guys!" Isharion's face turned pale in an instant, his fingers trembled and pointed at Dakwus, his lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't speak for a while.

The atmosphere in the open space became more tense, and all eyes were focused on the two elves who were confronting each other.

"You...you! This is simply a blasphemy against Aenarion! How dare you say that? Aenarion is the hero of all of us elves. He saved us. How can his glorious deeds be distorted by you like this!" Isharion finally found his voice, but his voice was full of anger. His cheeks twitched slightly, and his eyes were burning with rage.

Darkius laughed, holding his stomach exaggeratedly, as if Isharion had told a super funny story.

"The fire of Asuryan! Why are you so anxious? Blasphemy? I am just stating the facts. You have always thought that you represent justice and glory, but in fact, your so-called traditions and beliefs are nothing but lies that deceive yourself. You dare not face reality and admit your mistakes. Hey, I am just curious if you don't reflect on yourself normally? Then what is the difference between you and your cousins ​​who only know how to kill?" After the performance, Darkius sneered and met Isharion's eyes without flinching.

"You! Druki! You have no right to say that! You don't understand the faith and honor of our Asur at all! How much sacrifice and effort have we made for the peace and prosperity of Ulthuan!" Eltharion's anger almost devoured him, and his finger was still trembling as he pointed at Dacreus.

"Sacrifice and effort? Yes, you did make a lot, but so what? What can your so-called faith and honor bring? Just more fighting and internal friction. Do you know why I tell the story of 6449 years ago? Is it just boring? Just making something to say?" Dacreus sneered.

At this time, other Asurs also stood up and tried to defend Eltharion, but they were suppressed by Enil and Druki who also stood up.

"Did I tamper with history? No! Just like you said, I was talking about tradition and glory, yes, and faith! Is there anything wrong with what I said?

When Aenarion came to the Temple of Asuryan, the princes had already gathered in the temple, wearing robes and colorful jewelry, shining brightly. The priests of Asuryan wore dark blue robes inlaid with diamonds and sewn with platinum thread. Next to them stood a group of astrologers, serving Aenarion who was about to enter the holy fire. Astarielle stood behind Aenarion and looked at Aenarion affectionately.

Afterwards, Aenarion was led to the holy fire by an Asuryan priest. He shouted, this burning flame will prove my heart. I will rule the people of Ulthuan fairly and justly in the name of the gods."

"You!" Aenarion could no longer tolerate Dacreus' provocation and rushed towards Dacreus angrily.

Just when Isharion was about to touch Darkus, a shining ice wall appeared. He was knocked to the ground by the impact of the ice wall and fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

The Asur were in an uproar. When they saw Isharion fall to the ground, they all stepped forward to try to help him. The Asrai were no longer silent and began to whisper. It was obvious that they were shocked and disturbed by Darkus's actions.

"A priest lit the holy incense and prayed to Asuryan. Aenarion stood in front of the holy fire very calmly. Before stepping into the holy fire, he looked back at the princes who were watching the ceremony with bated breath, and then walked towards the holy fire expressionlessly.

After Aenarion walked into the holy fire, the holy fire became more incandescent, making it difficult to look directly at it. He was not affected by the holy fire at all. Suddenly, the holy fire flashed violently, and the spectators had to close their eyes to avoid being blinded. When the princes opened their eyes again, they saw his shadow faintly appearing in the holy fire, and then he walked out of the holy fire unscathed.

Ah! Seeing this, the princes cheered one after another. Aenarion proved himself, and their choice was not wrong!

After completing the coronation, Aenarion left the temple and led the elves to the battlefield. Facing the Chaos army surrounding the Fire Island, he threw a hunting spear!" Daquus stared coldly at the chaos in front of him, his cold eyes swept over everyone who tried to resist him, and his voice was full of majesty and coldness.

As he stood up, Isharion's face turned pale, his body trembled uncontrollably, his lips quivered constantly, and his words of rebuttal were stuck in his throat, unable to be spoken. Every word of Dacus seemed to turn into a sharp sword, piercing his heart, leaving him powerless to refute. At this moment, he seemed to realize something, that history was not as Dacus had said.

"It's not like this, it's not like this."

"Blasphemy!" Dacus roared and roared with great force.

"Yes, the Everqueen will only marry the Phoenix King. This is the rule, and it will always be like this in the future. There is no problem, because that is what Aenarion did. There is no problem at all!

But what qualifications does Elaina have to designate who is the Phoenix King? Did her mother designate Aenarion as the Phoenix King? Is marriage a rule, and entering the Holy Fire to become the Phoenix King not a rule?

Blasphemy! Is this how Aenarion walked into the Holy Fire? Is this how he walked into the Holy Fire? Is this how he walked into the Holy Fire?! Is this how your history of Asur is recorded? Who is tampering with history? It's you! Aenarion didn't use any ridiculous fire-avoiding spells! He roared in despair. He fulfilled his promise and stepped into the Holy Fire with the determination to die! Just to stop the elves from being killed! What about Baalshana? Poor trick!

What did your ancestors do? Ridiculous Council, ridiculous Elaina! What qualifications do they have to decide who is the Phoenix King? What qualifications do they have? Who are they? Just nobles? Just the Everqueen? Before Aenarion stepped into the Holy Fire, was Astarielle married to Aenarion? No! What was she doing? Was she protecting her people? No! She was crying helplessly, being chased around by Chaos, hiding in the forest, and she would have died long ago without the protection and help of Durthu and the tree people!

What qualifications does Elaina have to designate who is the Phoenix King? Did Baalshana walk into the Holy Fire with the determination to die like Aenarion? No! He used the fire-avoiding spell and blasphemed the gods! Poor trick!

Did Baalshana experience rebirth after death like Aenarion? Did he glimpse what destroyed his sanity? Did he see everything revolving around eternity? Did he see the souls of the Elves being devoured? Did he witness the Chaos Gods using the world as a toy and the people as slaves? Did he glimpse the huge holes in the fabric of reality? Did he see the servants of the Chaos Gods pouring in from these holes? Did he see the horror of eternity? Did he shape, reshape, be reborn, and return to the fight?

No! No! No!

What have you done? What do you think of the Phoenix King? Game of Thrones? Court politics? Aenarion's sacrifice and hard work, everything he shaped was strangled by your own hands, the spirit of the elves! The backbone of the elves was broken by your own hands! Just for the power in your hands! Why is Aenarion great? Because he died! Can you... You make the so-called rules as you please and get the benefits you want!

Do you know what the Holy Fire on the Fire Island represents? A fire for you to play with? No! That is the place where Asuryan contacts the world. It is something huge, slow and extremely ancient. It is sacred! In front of such a sacred thing, you cheated and showed Asuryan the Phoenix King you chose, the Phoenix King who stepped into the Holy Fire with the Fire Avoidance Spell? Not the Phoenix King chosen by Asuryan! You are teasing Asuryan, do you think Asuryan does not exist? Asuryan really doesn't know everything that happened?

You worship Asuryan and think you are Asuryan's chosen people! Believe that Asuryan has made plans for you and believe that Asuryan will never abandon you! Then do you know why you are sitting here now? That meeting was the beginning of everything! The meeting 6449 years ago brought you here 6449 years later!

If the moment when Aenarion drew out the Sword of Khaine represented that the elves were cursed by Khaine, then the moment when Barshana used the fire-avoidance spell to enter the holy fire represented that the elves were cursed by Asuryan!

Is this how you consider yourselves to be the Chosen People of Asuryan? What an irony, what a black humor, what qualifications do you have, what qualifications do you have! Call yourself Asur using a variation of Asuryan's name? Are you worthy? Is it worthy?

Starting from Balshana, all subsequent Phoenix Kings are false kings! False King! The Phoenix King who is not recognized by Asuryan, thank Asuryan for his mercy. He did not let the Phoenix Guard throw these false kings who teased him into the holy fire again. If you study history carefully, you will find that those false kings were cursed! You want pleasure and peace, but do you really have these? You only get the worldly rights you want, and war stalks the elves like maggots in the tarsal bones! Until this world is destroyed! "

Darkus' words were like sharp swords, piercing the inner defenses of the elves. Every word and every sentence carried ruthless accusations, hitting them deepest. (End of chapter)