Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

"Here, here, and here." Seonlan's fingers moved on the map while he kept talking.

Dacus did not take off the glasses on his face with shaking hands, but stood aside and observed the map attentively. Just like Barbarossa, instead of waiting for Steiner to attack after the final battle, everything would be fine, so he did not leave that person and that person behind and let everyone else go out.

"This passage must be guarded." Arras pointed to a gap on the map and said.

Dacus looked in the direction of Arras's hand. He knew where it was. He had investigated it on the spot. It was a high ground with its back against the Starlight Furnace and a gentle downward slope without any obstacles in front. It was a strategic location. But compared with the other two places, the pressure here was relatively small.

"We will guard here." Finnubar tried to take on this task. He turned his eyes away from the map and looked at Dacus who was silent. Today, he was not wearing a silk robe, but a scarlet dragon scale armor and a glittering mist shadow cloak. A curved blade, like a scimitar, was slung around his waist. The golden blade was like the arc of the last sunset.

The dragon scale armor was a family heirloom of the Luilun family, from the Great Invasion Era. As for the weapon, it was called the Meteoric Sword instead of the Iselama Silver Sword because it was a gift from a ruler of the Indy Coast. Finnubar had saved the life of the daughter of the kingdom, and thus obtained it. The magic of the sword was that the blade was full of energy, and even the Val blacksmiths could not crack its secrets. When the energy was activated, the golden blade would burst out with a fiery light.

"Okay, in addition, add some forest guards. I will draw five hundred-man teams from the Lizardmen, and Durendor will lead the treemen as a tactical fulcrum." After thinking for a moment, Dacuus nodded and agreed. He understood what Finnubar meant. Since Finnubar wanted to go there, he had no need to stop him, and on the basis of the Asur Mission, he strengthened some configurations.

Finnubar brought two sea guards from the kingdoms of Itain and Cosqui, two hundred-man teams from each kingdom, a total of 400 people, plus the family guards brought by Issarion and more than 20 silver-helmeted knights composed of princes and princesses of Asur from the three kingdoms, a total of more than 500 people. The number is about the same as that brought by Dacus, but the proportion of cavalry is not that high. (Don't argue about the two batches of sea guards)

So, Dacus drew some more troops to supplement them.

"Those... lizardmen?" Finnubar said with concern.

"Don't worry, those lizardmen are born for fighting. They know when to charge and when to retreat. Charge when they should, and detour when they should. They will not interfere with you, but cooperate with you." Dacus explained patiently, not only to Finnubar, but also to all the forest lords present. It is a very troublesome problem that the two sides are not subordinate to each other on the battlefield. It is very disadvantageous for command and dispatch, and there is a possibility of accidents. He knows the concerns of the elves.

"I will transfer the long-range forces of Taseen to obey Finnubar's dispatch." Alaros, who had been looking at the map, responded to Dacus' call.

Dacus nodded with satisfaction. He knew that Taseen's military strength was the strongest among the twelve wood elves. Since Alaros stood up, he didn't need to coordinate.

"I will lead people to guard here." Seonlan pointed to the passage in the center of the map.

"I will guard here."

"I will deploy the crossbow here. There is a good shooting range here, which can provide fire support for the passages on both sides."

"I will go here."

"I will go to assist in the defense here." Elano pointed to one side of the passage in the middle of the map and said.

The lords kept claiming tasks and taking on the next defense. After a moment, the combat meeting that did not last long ended.

Every year at the spring equinox, when Orion walked out of the bonfire, there would not be too many Asrai gathered in the Glade. And the Asrai gathered there were mostly nobles, guards, newly born young people who came to see the two, or necessary personnel, such as bards. Most of the Asrai military forces were still scattered in the twelve lords to undertake defense tasks, not concentrated in the Glade. Athel Loren was very large and had always been in trouble with the beastmen. The reason why Dakwus chose to stay in the Glade before was to wait for the meeting to end, and the other was to wait...

Now he is here!

But he didn't come to the Glade...

Except for Anmiel and Modren, which are close to the border of Bretonnia, the troops that can be mobilized from the other twelve lords have been concentrated in Tegovan. Except for the Cythera Watchers who cannot move unless it is absolutely necessary, elites like the Heart of Winter Guard have come. Dakwus was worried that it was not enough, and he also pressed the limit of supplies to mobilize 20 lizard war groups from the other world.

Now the elites are gathered.

Daxus counted them. Apart from those who couldn't move, Asrai probably assembled more than 5,000, almost 6,000 troops. The forest spirits didn't contribute much troops, but the value of forest spirits was immeasurable. Each of them was a heavyweight, and their location was like the steam tanks of the empire. Add to that the 2,500 troops of the Lizardmen, and the envoys of Druki, Ainir, and Asur. If he wanted to lick his face, he could claim to have more than 10,000. This was the most elite force in Athel Loren now.

They were prepared for both near and far, fully equipped, and had everything they wanted. It was a force so powerful that it frightened the humans of the Old World.

The reason why he concentrated these forces was not to beat anyone, or to hold an armed parade, or to play tricks on the princes, but for the upcoming artifact.

He was a little bluffing, but he was not lacking in brains. The weapon that was about to be born was not like the scarlet sword he had used before. The two were completely different in terms of power.

Molaig had already said it clearly, I want His finger bones. Although Molaig did not say who this "He" was, you can figure it out with your heels. Molaig was not in the Kadai pantheon and the Sesarai gods, and could be said to be not in the five elements, but his status was very high. There were only three people who could be called "He", namely Asuryan and Cain, and the other was Ers Haiai, known as the "Pale Queen", the highest goddess in the underworld.

The finger bones will be fused with a weapon, and soon, an unprecedented artifact will be born. This artifact will be the key to the future, and its power is enough to change the world and affect the direction of fate. When Molaig said it at that time, his words were full of mystery and power. Since he dared to say so, he must have seen something, and he also asked the demigods and Narhap to come.

At that time, Daxus thought it was the Crone Sword, but it seemed not to be. The Crone Sword in another world was made by Val based on the broken hand of Molaig. And Molaig said it was "He", not me.

But it seemed to be the Crone Sword again? He went to the Starlight Forge in the morning to take a look. As an ancient saint who worked in the elf world to raise medical expenses for the Slann Mage Priest, he took out one of the Tears of Aisha he had obtained as a decoration and functional prop for the hilt. At that time, Molaig was also there. Although he was wearing a hood and his face could not be seen, his hands were exposed. He clearly remembered that a few days ago, Molaig's left hand holding the staff still had five fingers, but now he was missing the ring finger.

He didn't ask, because he knew that if he asked, Molaig would probably not say anything, or say some mumbling and roundabout words such as proverbs and prophecies. Perhaps, the artifact needs the power of Morayg to neutralize it? He could feel that Morayg didn't want him to know too much. Moreover, he had already guessed who the finger bone belonged to, because he heard the elves around him react, and the sword blank that Dess was making was constantly changing, saying all kinds of things, but he didn't see it anyway.

Since it is an artifact, it must be different from the regular standard equipment produced by the foundry. The moment the artifact appears, something will definitely happen, such as a strange phenomenon from the sky, or the fluctuation of Isil. It is destined to be a grand ceremony, which requires the most powerful force to guard. This is also an important reason why Daquus summoned the army.

In addition, he was worried that something else might happen. It would be okay to do a magical task and fight with someone, but what he was most worried about was like Bietan next door.

The suffocating moment passed, and when Ivreni pulled Asuval out of the dark bone spine of Bietan in the Craft World, the roar resounded through the sky. The moment it was pulled out, the extremely hard ground was like a pool of stagnant water. As she raised the sword high, psychic energy dripped from it, burning with light that burned the eyes of those who witnessed it.

As incredible energy burned through her body, Ivreene screamed a mixture of triumph and pain, but she did not let the sword fall to the ground, for to do so would inevitably lead to the slow demise of the Eldar.

This was a sword and a key, one of the five keys to unlock the last true hope, hidden long ago by the prophetic Morayg Heg, just in case the door to death was needed.

As the sword was drawn, the craftworld beneath her feet shook, as if it had been shaken, and the towering pillars were cut from the middle, cracked vertically, and fell in a rolling dust cloud, falling into the forest below. Countless dead souls cried, freed from the constraints of the infinite circuit, and greedy servants of Slaanesh roamed there, hunting greedily. The tremors of the craftworld intensified until they exploded.

"Sublime! Resurrect!" Ivreene shouted.

The horror burst from the broken bones, wrapped in ectoplasm, a towering demon made of twisted bones and flickering souls, terrible and beautiful. The gathered Bjetan Eldar covered their eyes, hearts and ears tightly, and they stumbled and fell, clinging to the ruins of their beloved homeland, even as their homeland turned to ash and broke into pieces before their eyes.

Ivrene stood in the middle of the Eldar, shining. Then she soared into the sky and let out a fierce cheer. The ghost in front of her said a deafening word of silence, and the void itself shook with it.

Bjetan collapsed, and the incarnation of the god of death, Inkan, was resurrected.

This is a lesson learned from the past. You know your own situation. Dakwus is an old saint, and there is a price to take the artifact. Don't let him become a real old saint or an incarnation, or a god of law or something. Who can handle this? The former is fine, as long as he can maintain the form of an elf, he can change into anything. The latter is a bit difficult to handle. He doesn't want to become a god of law. This is not the way to save the world. This does not fit his big plan. He has humanity, and he doesn't want his humanity to disappear, like a cold and ruthless machine.

If chaos is one extreme, then law is another extreme. Law embodies pure eternity and stability, which is the opposite of chaos's constant change. Under normal circumstances, the two forces maintain a balance with each other, just like a scale. Once the balance is lost, the universe will inevitably tilt towards one extreme.

When Chaos wins, what will happen is well known. The medieval world will explode, all structures and forms will collapse, all natural laws will cease to exist, and life in the multiverse will become nothingness.

When Law wins, the world will also face catastrophic consequences. The final victory of Law will destroy Chaos forever. There will be no so-called possibilities, no new creations, no opportunities, and no new things. Everything in the universe will stagnate, reality will stop creating itself, and become a static, barren and empty wasteland.

So... we must maintain balance, avoid the collapse of the universe, and avoid one side completely destroying the other. Maybe? Dacus should sacrifice himself and learn from that person, sit there? Sit there for 40 million years? This is too... but maybe it will work? Form a subtle confrontation, and no one can do anything to anyone?

In Dacus's cognition, the Law Gods are a group of gods who are too abstract and cold-blooded, so it is difficult for ordinary people to understand. Isn't this a confrontation with the Old Saints? Humans and elves cannot understand the teachings of the God of Law, but Lizardmen can certainly. Perhaps this is tailor-made for the thinking of Lizardmen.

Having arranged everything, Dacus walked out of the tent anxiously and looked at the surrounding environment.

Tegovan, or the Starlight Forge, is ruled by Lord Dess. It is the territory of manufacturers and craftsmen, and the home of artists and blacksmiths who create all the wonders and war tools of Athel Loren. In the center of the territory lies the Temple of Val, the Forge of Val, the holy place of the God of Craftsmen.

In Dacus's opinion, the Starlight Forge in the crater, located next to the volcano, is easy to defend and difficult to attack. The volcano is one of the important sources of iron for the Asrai. There is a circle of guide stones around the volcano and the crater to protect the wild animals outside. The interior of the crater is lush and green, covered with green vegetation, while smoking lava flows flow through the bushes, forming a permanent mist above the Starlight Forge. Every leaf is covered with volcanic ash, and small brush fires burn here every day.

"Today." Dacus muttered as he came to the somewhat anxious big man. After calming him down, he rode on the saddle and continued to look around, watching the continuous deployment of troops.

The complex coalition forces converged on the three channels. The crossbows from Asur and Duruchi were set up to prepare for any possible situation. A small number of giant eagles and war falcons were flying in the sky. Around the Starlight Furnace were war dancers, temple guards, dragon lizards, ancient tree people, cold lizard war groups, and spellcasters preparing for the ceremony. These forces will serve as reserves, either guarding the Starlight Furnace like guarding the Sword Pavilion, or replenishing the three channels.

"My brother, I'm curious, why is what I see constantly changing?" Maranul whispered.

"What did you see?" Dacus, who came back to his senses, asked curiously.

"It started as a sword, and ended up as a scepter."

"?"

Darkius now had reason to determine who the finger bone belonged to, as the Sword of Cain would constantly change, either a sword, or an axe, a spear, or a scepter, depending on the psychological needs of the person who saw it. He remembered that the Sword of Cain that Malekith saw was not a weapon, but a scepter, a scepter with a spherical end inlaid with gemstones, a decorative scepter, a scepter that meant power and status.

Malekith had shared with Darkius that he believed that the scepter could make the entire Ulthuan his weapon, and he didn't need a sword or a spear to kill like his father did. As long as he picked up the scepter, no one could resist him, and he would control all the armies and rule his people as he pleased.

He saw many visions, returned to Tal Anlek, demolished the palace of the Phoenix King, killed Barshana and sacrificed his body to Cain, and he became the chosen one of the Bloody Hand God, sharing this world with Cain. The elves conquered the world like a flood. His empire was the whole world. The flames of sacrifice blocked the sun. He sat on a huge throne made of skulls, surrounded by blood like rivers and seas.

Then... Malekith shouted, turned his eyes away from the scepter, and then fell to the ground. He lay there with his eyes closed, breathing rapidly, and his heart pounding. When he calmed down, he opened his eyes and shook his head. When he was completely awake, he found that there was no blood, no fire, only the sound of stones and sea breeze around him. Then he turned around and ran away, without looking back, and he rejected Cain's kind invitation.

It is known that Maranul saw the scepter, Flanais saw the spear, and Dacuus only saw the sword embryo, which means that there is a problem with the sword embryo. It is very likely that it is the small part of Cain's sword that collapsed, or Val has rebuilt a weapon similar to Cain's sword based on previous experience, but he thinks the former is more likely. Since Val didn't need to forge another Sword of Khaine, wouldn't it be better to go directly to the Temple of Khaine to get the previous Sword of Khaine?

Molaig asked Asuryan for the finger bone to offset the negative effects of the fragments of the Sword of Khaine, and then took out his own finger bone to neutralize the power of Asuryan and Khaine.

What is this weapon called? The Crone's Sword? The Trinity Sword? The Three Gods Sword? The problem is... In addition to Molaig and Val, there are several others who are preparing to perform the final ceremony. The Sword of Creation? The Sword of the Gods?

"It may be related to that person. Malekith talked to me about it."

"What about you?" Maranul thought for a while, and then he quickly reacted and asked with a concerned look.

"Don't worry, it's being processed."

"I hope nothing happens."

"Shut up." Dacus glanced at Maranul speechlessly.

In the distance, Lord Dais stood in front of the furnace, his figure looking particularly majestic under the blazing fire. His strong and powerful hands tightly grasped the huge forging hammer, and every time the forging hammer fell, it made a sonorous sound, as if the earth was shaking. Sparks flew, illuminating the entire forging table. His body exuded firmness and concentration, and every movement was full of power and elegance.

In the Starlight Furnace, pure magic flames burned fiercely, and the color of the flames was unpredictable, sometimes red like fire, sometimes blue like frost, as if it contained the purest power between heaven and earth. The furnace made a low roar under the licking of the red and blue intertwined flames.

He put the sword embryo into the flame, and the flame immediately wrapped around the sword embryo, making a harsh hissing sound. The rising high-temperature steam spread all around, and the air was full of the smell of metal and fire, full of the wind of Akshay and Qianmen. Daquus had an illusion that the whole world was breathing this hot power.

On the other side of the forging table, there was a huge, light, durable, magical, and very precious piece of Iselama silver hanging. The surface of the meteorite was covered with strange textures, like traces of stars.

Lord Des used his power to integrate the meteorite into the sword embryo, and the meteorite and the sword embryo were perfectly combined, emitting a dazzling light. As the new stage began, he continued to swing the forging hammer while chanting ancient spells in his mouth, as if injecting the most essential power of heaven and earth into it. Time stopped at this moment, only his lord's forging hammer kept falling, and every strike further stimulated the power of the sword.

Loik led his children and believers to jump and dance under the Starlight Furnace. They were fully armed and ready to fight at any time, and they were celebrating this sacred moment.

Loik, with his upper body exposed, showed tattoos all over his body. The runes flickered with rhythmic light in the sun, as if they were alive and flowing on his skin. His smile towards Daquus was as soft as silk, but it concealed unfathomable wisdom and power. The war drum kept beating in his hands, the drum sound was low and powerful, and each beat seemed to shake the entire space.

The war dancers were elegant and agile. Some of them held silver bells, which made crisp bell sounds along with the dance. These bell sounds perfectly matched the rhythm of the dance, as if they were summoning the sacred power, playing a glorious prelude to the birth of the sword.

In this sacred dance, the war dancers from Ainir and Asrai kept changing their formations under the leadership of Loik. Each of their movements was full of spirituality and beauty. At the climax, the believers sang ancient songs, which echoed and resonated in the air. The ancient songs were low and powerful, intertwined with the drums, bells and distant chants, forming a strange harmony.

Loik's dancing movements became more and more intense, the drums became more and more rapid, and the whole scene became more sacred and solemn.

When the climax of the ceremony came, Loik stopped dancing and walked to the forging table. His hands were not afraid of the burning, and he gently stroked the sword that was about to take shape. He recited the words of blessing that seemed to come from the last era. Each word resonated in the air with an irresistible power. His children and believers also stopped dancing at this moment, shouting in unison, offering their most sincere blessings for the birth of the sword.

At this moment, with the infusion of the Urku wind, the flames on the forging table burned more fiercely and more erratically, and the whole world was preparing for the upcoming sacred moment. (End of this chapter)