Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

When Loik stepped back, Dess continued to hammer, and each blow of the forging hammer made a sonorous sound, as if resonating with the heaven and earth.

In the distance, the chanting continued.

The incarnations led their believers arranged in battle formation to chant ancient and sacred spells to inject power into the sword. Their voices were like the sound of nature, pure and powerful. Every note resonated in the air, adding as much power as possible to the birth of the sword.

Aisha finally appeared. She wore a mask and a light green dress. She was surrounded by soft green light. The vitality and power of nature continued to surge around her. Her arrival made the air around her fresher, and the flowers, plants and trees instantly glowed with new vitality. The whole world responded to her call.

As the mother goddess of the elves, Aisha's voice was ethereal and elegant. She sang hymns as if from another world, with endless power and tenderness. Her believers followed her melody and sang loudly. The voices of gods and believers echoed in the air.

"What kind of weapon is this?" Eltharion, who was in the battle formation, leaned sideways and tilted his head, looking at the ceremony being held in the distance, and he murmured in a daze.

After he finished speaking, he looked down at the tusk sword tightly held in his hand. The tusk sword was a powerful ancestral artifact of the Iris family. It had been passed down since the Great Invasion, generation after generation, until it was passed to his father. The tusk sword should have been held by his father, but this was his first time to go far away, and his father gave the tusk sword to him. Now... the tusk sword in his hand is not so good.

Because the location of the Starlight Furnace is particularly good, so good that the warriors who have already taken their positions can look back and see what happened. Eltharion is like a miniature, a symbol, and a representative. All the lords who have already taken their positions at the scene turned back to look at the Starlight Furnace, at the gods standing there, and at Des who kept beating.

Aisha, who was singing, walked slowly towards the Starlight Furnace. Every step she took was filled with endless solemnity and elegance, as if the ground beneath her feet was cheering for her arrival.

Alyssa, Morana, Kalaya, Tilya Silver Wing, Saraleel Soul Walker, Med Tomaline, etc., as Aisha's believers and chosen by God, they wore robes symbolizing nature, holding green leaves and flowers, and surrounded Aisha. They had pious expressions on their faces, and their eyes flashed with reverence and awe.

Aisha, who came to the Starlight Furnace, stood in front of the sword, chanting and raising her hands, and green light gushed out from her fingertips, like flowing liquid. Then she put down her hands and stroked the sword, and soft green light flowed from her palms and slowly poured into the sword. Under the infusion of this power, the sword flashed a more dazzling light, and exquisite patterns appeared on the sword, as if the symbols of nature were dancing on the sword.

Aisha's followers surrounded her, and the green leaves and flowers in their hands began to emit soft light. Their voices merged with Aisha's voice, forming an indescribable strange resonance.

With the infusion of the wind of Jiren, the sword became more sacred and powerful.

"This sword will lead us to a new future." Aisha smiled, watching this sacred moment, her eyes flashing with a kind light. Her voice was like a breeze, bathing every elf present.

The elves watching the ceremony were deeply shocked by this scene. Even if they didn't understand it, they knew what it meant. The scene in front of them was too big, so big that they had never heard of it, and there was no description of such scenes in mythology, but now, they actually experienced it in person.

However, all this is not the end, but the beginning.

Then, Lilith, wearing a silver-white robe, walked slowly towards the sword. Her voice was like the wind at night, soft and mysterious. She is the goddess of the moon, the daughter of Aisha, and the goddess of magic. When she came to the stage, the entire crater suddenly darkened, and then the whole scene was shrouded in a silver-white light. It seemed as if the moonlight that had descended personally condensed into a solid around her, emitting a faint light, adding a sense of mystery and solemnity to this sacred ceremony.

Lilith stood gently in front of the sword, and her silver-white robe that blended with the starry sky fluttered gently in the breeze. Her eyes were deep and gentle, and she slowly raised her hands, summoning the power in the wilderness. Her voice became soft and low, like the breeze at night blowing through the woods.

Liv, Terra, Arida, etc., as believers of Lilith, surrounded Lilith. They held silver lanterns that symbolized moonlight, and the light emitted from the lanterns complemented the light of Lilith, forming a strange resonance.

Lilith raised her hands while chanting, and the brown light gushed out from her fingertips, slowly pouring into the sword like liquid. Under the infusion of this power, the sword once again flashed a dazzling light, and exquisite patterns appeared on the sword again.

"They..." Maranul asked cautiously in a low voice.

"Drilling?" Dacus, who was watching the ceremony, responded uncertainly, and the word suddenly came to his mind.

This was his first time experiencing such a thing, and he didn't quite understand the process, but he also knew something, such as consecration? It seems that it's not the final stage yet? The gods and incarnations are more like drilling holes, making some holes for the sword to pave the way for the follow-up, otherwise it would be too calm, what about the strange phenomenon from the sky? There is no way to explain it...

After Lilith stepped back, Serene, wearing a blue-green robe, walked forward slowly. The edges of her robe were embroidered with patterns of waves and marine life, as if the essence of the entire ocean was condensed on her robe. Her eyes were as clear as the deep sea, and they shone with the two extremes of eerieness and tranquility.

Darkus, who looked at Sereni, was very sure that it was Marcelan who was on board at this moment, because he had felt this feeling in Kaia.

With an elegant and solemn posture, and an innate sense of nobility and mystery, Serene gently raised the conch horn in her hand. The breeze blew by, and her robe fluttered gently, like waves gently lapping at the beach. When she brought the conch horn to her lips and played it gently, a deep and distant sound echoed in the air. The sound seemed to have traveled through the forest and reached the endless ocean, injecting the gentleness of the sea breeze and the power of the waves into the hearts of everyone present.

When the sound of the trumpet blown by Marcelan spread throughout the crater, the sea guards from Itain and Cosiqui broke into a commotion, and Finubar's two sons, Geron and the lower-ranking officers could not care. Maintaining discipline, they all turned their heads and looked back. They had heard the sound of the conch horn playing in the clearing, but the sound now was completely different from that in the clearing. With comparison and reference, their eyes widened. At this moment, they realized something. The Lord of the Abyss, Marcelan, was here.

Finubar knew that what he was seeing and hearing was just an appearance, but it was already terrifying. This unborn divine sword is destined to belong to Darkus. Aisha, Lilith, Marcelan, Hos, Loic, and Hecate are all here. This means that the elves and gods support Darkus. .

Moreover, he thought that the identity of Lord Dais with the eyepatch did not seem to be that simple, and he was probably the incarnation of Val. Whose finger bone is that? Asuryan's?

A sense of powerlessness came to Finubar again. He saw the reaction of the sea guards. He knew that these trustworthy sea guards were believers of Matheran like him. If the sea guards faced the real people in battle, What about the champion and daughter of Marcela instead of Marcela? Coupled with Darkus' wisdom and eloquence, how can this battle be fought? What to fight with? Order the Tritons to shoot at Marcelan? What a joke.

"You will become an excellent politician in the future, and you should play a very important role. If possible, I would like to join hands with you to rule the Elf Empire. We will play the role of AB. We must ensure that one of us is not in Ulthuan." , Ulthuan’s system can function normally.”

Fenubar, holding the meteorite sword, suddenly thought of what Darkus had said to him.

"Perhaps? What Darkos said is right, destroy the old order, establish a new order, break the shackles of the elves, and be reborn in Nirvana. To prevent Lothern from being destroyed by the war, Lothern should be the largest city in the world, and the last A glorious city, a city admired by other races, "the city the world longs for"!

As Sereni played, the surrounding air became moist, with a faint smell of sea salt.

Belloda, Marlene, and Adiana, these believers in Marcelan gathered behind Sereni, holding blue lanterns that symbolized the Lord of the Abyss. The light in the lanterns flickered like fluorescent creatures in the sea. They began to sing in a low voice. Their singing was like the gentle breeze of the sea, carrying tranquility and power, echoing Sereni's playing.

Serene continued to play the conch horn, and with each blow, streams of blue light flowed out of the horn. At this moment, the essence of the ocean and sky turned into liquid and slowly poured into the divine sword.

At this sacred moment, Serene's playing was intertwined with the songs of believers. A hymn from the depths of the ocean offered the most sincere blessing for the birth of the Divine Sword. With the injection of blue light, the light of the divine sword becomes deeper and more powerful, as if the power of the entire ocean is condensed in the sword body.

Immediately afterwards, Colonia, the incarnation of Hecate, stepped forward. Her eyes, which could see through the essence of all magic, were deep and mysterious. She held up the dust staff in her hand and recited ancient magic spells. Her voice is low and rhythmic, and each syllable carries endless magic power, penetrating time and space and reaching the core of the divine sword.

Following her spell, lavender light began to condense in the slightly trembling air. The light generated by the Wind of Shax circled around her staff, gradually converging into a dazzling purple beam that could not be seen directly. She waved her staff gently, and the beam of light poured into the divine sword like flowing water. The purple light became stronger and stronger, and finally completely integrated into the divine sword.

"In the name of Hecate, this divine sword will become our sharp blade against chaos and lead us to hope!" Colonia shouted after completing the ceremony, and her voice echoed between heaven and earth like thunder.

"This is the power of the eight winds. Lilith is injected with the wind of Gur, Hecate is injected with the wind of Shash, Marcelan is injected with the wind of Agil, Aisha is injected with the wind of Jiren, and Loic is injected with the wind of Gul. The Wind of Urku is still three winds away. Maybe Val has already injected the Wind of Aksha into it? What kind of weapon is this?" Darkus stopped looking at it while thinking. Instead of looking towards the ceremony, look around, but there seems to be nothing around you? There is no portal as he expected. It should appear soon, right?

Then, Sarir, or Hos, accompanied by Fenrir, Asanoak, and Seraphim, joined the blessing ceremony for the sword. He stood on one side of the forge, his figure shrouded in pure white light, blending into the world. He raised his staff high and chanted the ancient spell in a low voice, each syllable carrying the power of heaven and earth. His voice was deep and powerful, penetrating every corner of the forest.

As he chanted, the sky burst into dazzling light, the ground shook slightly, and a powerful force surged, flowing along his staff into the sword. The light flowed on the sword, and endless purity flowed in it. The entire Starlight Furnace shone with sacred brilliance under this power.

At the same time, Narhap, sitting on the carriage, was on the other side. His figure was surrounded by golden light, his hands drew complex arcs in the air, and he chanted obscure spells. Then, his figure was shrouded in the light of fire, like a burning flame, and his hands danced in the air. As he chanted, a scorching power gathered from all directions and poured into the sword. The light of the flame, the gleam of the metal and the pure white light intertwined, making the sword more dazzling.

Dais continued to hammer, hitting the sword non-stop, and each hammering was with incomparable power and precision. The sound of the hammer hitting the sword was like thunder, echoing throughout the crater. The sound seemed to penetrate the hearts of every elf, and they felt a deep resonance, and each knocking struck out endless power and determination in their hearts.

With each hammering, the light of the sword became more dazzling, as if absorbing the endless power between heaven and earth. The eyes of the elves were full of expectation and awe, watching Dais's knocking every time like a sacred ritual, forging the power of the sword step by step to be more perfect.

With the fall of the last hammer, the entire Starlight Furnace instantly burst into a dazzling light. This light was the Kuish formed by the eight winds, and the sword was perfectly formed in this light.

Des stopped hammering and looked at the sacred sword with his blindfold. The sword body was shining with pure light, and every inch contained infinite power and mysterious magic. This was another masterpiece after Cain's Sword. It was the crystallization of countless powers and the hope and glory of the whole world. His heart was full of satisfaction and pride, but he knew that there was only one last step, the most critical step, away from the completion of the sword.

The birth of the sword caused a shock to the whole of Athel Loren. The sky, the earth, the forest, everything was shocked by this sacred moment.

Lustria, the Southland Jungle, the Great Whirlpool, and Albion all moved at this moment. The power of the whole world was awakened and gathered towards Athel Loren, making the final effort for the birth of the sword.

In Lustria, the Southland Jungle and Albion Island, the ancient pyramids began to glow, and the emblems of the ancient saints flickered on the walls of the towers. The long-awaited Slann Demon Priests in the temple led the Skin Lizard Priests to chant in unison, gathering the energy contained in the spiritual vein nodes to Athel Loren. The earth responded to this power, and there were low hums in the tremors.

The power of the Great Whirlpool was also stimulated. Under the gaze of the great wizards of the White Tower of Hoth, the surging whirlpool seemed to have an overload tendency and rotated more rapidly than before. The power of the Great Whirlpool traveled through time and space, condensing all the energy into an unstoppable torrent. The center of the whirlpool emitted a dazzling light, like a huge source of energy, continuously transmitting power to Athel Loren.

At this moment, all the spellcasters in the mortal world felt the violent energy fluctuations.

At this moment, the whole world held its breath.

The sky suddenly became extremely bright, and the clouds were torn apart by a mysterious force, revealing a dazzling light. A brilliant pillar of light formed above the Starlight Furnace, piercing the sky and connecting with the sky, as if connecting the mortal world and Ithil. Then, light descended from the sky and shot straight to the ground, like a silver beam of light, illuminating the entire earth.

"Here it comes." Dacus knew that the most critical moment had come. His previous judgment was correct. He was just drilling a hole. Now the energy between heaven and earth was converging towards the hole and continuously injected into the sword. At this moment, the sword was like a sponge, constantly absorbing the wind of magic.

The next second, the whole world was shaken by this huge force. The earth began to tremble slightly, as if awakened from a deep sleep, emitting a low roar. The mountains and rivers also responded, and the river became more turbulent. The peaks seemed to be singing in a low voice, emitting an ancient and deep resonance. Every rock and every leaf was trembling, and the whole world was welcoming the arrival of the sword.

The sea was surging, and the huge waves were rolling. Countless waves were stirred up on the sea surface, and the ocean was responding to this powerful force. The ship was shaking violently in the waves, and the sailors exclaimed, holding on to the side of the ship tightly, trying to stabilize the ship.

The mountains were shaking, snow on the peaks slid down, rocks rolled down, and there was a huge roar. The dwarves in the fortress in the mountains felt the vibration, they stopped what they were doing, and exchanged surprised glances with each other.

The Asur in Ulthuan also felt the fluctuations, they stopped everything they were doing, looked up at the sky, and prayed silently in their hearts.

In the human city, the citizens felt the shaking of the earth, they walked out of the houses, looked up at the distant sky, or looked at the faintly visible light column, or looked at the distant meteor.

The stars in the sky were also affected, flashing an unprecedented dazzling light, as if a dazzling gem was inlaid on the white curtain. Their brilliance intertwined into a magnificent picture, as if the eyes of the elves and the ancient saints were watching this sacred moment.

In the year 2029 of the Imperial Calendar, the highly symbolic double-tailed comet once again streaked across the sky, dragging its long double tails to celebrate the appearance of the sword.

The flowers, plants and trees in the forest were also inspired by this power and instantly became more vibrant. The ancient trees stretched out their thick branches, and the leaves rustled in the wind, praying in a low voice. The flowers bloomed one after another, colorful and exuding a rich fragrance. The earth was welcoming this new power with the most beautiful posture. The beasts also stopped running and foraging, looking up at the sky, their eyes full of awe and wonder.

Dursu closed his eyes and felt it. He could feel his body changing every minute and every second, as if time was going backwards. His originally somewhat dry body was returning to the moment before the great invasion, and his spirit was constantly nourished by this power.

A warm air current spread from where the sword was, and quickly spread to the entire Athel Loren. The air was filled with a faint glow, and even the sunlight became brighter and gentler. The elves felt an unprecedented peace and tranquility, and their hearts were touched by an indescribable power, and they merged with the whole world.

The birds far away in the sky flew back in groups, hovering over the sword, making crisp chirping sounds. They were announcing this sacred moment and spreading the news of this glory to every corner. Under the influence of this power, the water waves in the lake rippled layer by layer, sparkling, like a huge and mysterious mirror, reflecting this miracle.

The whole world became unusual under the influence of this power, and every life and every inch of land responded to this sacred moment. The appearance of the sword is not only the arrival of a weapon, but also a force that changes the world. It brings hope, courage and rebirth.

Feeling the moment of the sword's arrival, Isil was shocked by a huge force and began to tremble violently. The energy fluctuations in Isil swept like a tsunami, causing a series of resonances and vibrations. The stars in the void flickered with strange light, responding to the call of this power.

At this time, the eyes of the Chaos Gods also turned to the mortal world. The power of the evil gods was surging in Isil. They tried to interfere with the mortal world through their own will and destroy this new divine power.

However, Asuryan had already stood up from the diamond throne. The gods led by him would not let the evil gods succeed. A brilliant light was released. This light was like a barrier, blocking the projection power of the four gods of chaos, buying precious time for the birth of the sword.

The moment of the sword's birth finally came. In the center of the light, the sword slowly rose, shining with unparalleled brilliance. The sword is engraved with ancient runes representing the ancient saints and the elven gods, and each rune exudes mysterious energy. The blade is so sharp that it seems to be able to cut through time and space, as if it has condensed the purest power between heaven and earth. The hilt is inlaid with gems of various colors, each of which contains great power, among which the Tears of Aisha are the most dazzling.

A satisfied smile appeared on the faces of the elven gods. They knew that this was not only a sword, but also a symbol of hope and power for the future of the elves. Their power and blessings will always accompany this sword and become the most powerful guardian of the elves.

Dais took a deep breath and looked at every detail and every inch of the sword. The sword condensed his hard work, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face, but he did not pick up the sword, but stepped back and handed the stage to Daquus.

"Is it over? Is it over? The dragon heir was supposed to watch the ceremony, and the big devil came to congratulate? I took off my pants, and that's it?" Daxus muttered in a low voice while rolling off the big guy. What he expected did not happen, but it did not mean that he did not need to make all the preparations before. He also knew that it was his time.

However, at the moment when Daxus landed on the ground, the scene around him changed. Strange colored flames appeared in the sky, and countless strange birds flapped their burning wings around him. The calls of these strange birds were weird and sharp, and they kept screaming at him.

"It's coming. I said it, what do you say?" Daxus stood there calmly, looking at the strange birds.

"Don't answer!"

The strange birds did not disperse. In the noisy calls, a clear and identifiable voice came into Daxus's ears. Thousands of birds seemed to make a sound at the same time, and the tone of the person fluctuated as if the signal was interfered with.

"Don't answer! Don't answer? You're a fucking Trisolaran, right?" Dacus responded speechlessly.

"You have to pay a price for touching that weapon. What you touched is not something that ordinary people can control. It's not yours, and you're not the master. You..."

"Oh, stop it, don't give me that. Respect me, okay?" Dacus, who had heard enough of the old tricks, interrupted Tzeentch's whisper. In his opinion, there was a price to pay for picking up the sword. Maybe it was destined? At worst, he would just be the god of law, and he would glare at each other every day. He was mentally prepared. Anyway, no one could do anything to anyone.

"You'd better take my warning seriously!" The strange bird disappeared after saying that.

Just like you finish singing and I come on stage, before Dacus can recover, a brisk voice appears in Dacus' mind.

"Don't be so rigid, and don't be so strict. King of the Elves, you want to end this eternal war? My dear, I praise your noble intention, but it can't be ended." A slightly frivolous voice echoed in Dacus' mind.

"Hey, don't you feel disgusting? Don't you have a mirror or something? You should look at yourself carefully. In my hometown, only cows will wear a ring on their noses."

"There is a price for touching that weapon, and even if you pick up that weapon, you can't defeat me. You can't get the victory you dream of. You will eventually be my captive. You must remember that no matter how you get pleasure, it is pleasure after all. You are playing with fire and getting burned."

The man ignored Dacus's ridicule and continued to persuade "patiently".

"Pleasure? You're right, but it doesn't seem to prevent me from doing anything, especially when the garbage under your seat appears in front of me. You don't seem to know that I enjoy the pleasure of killing those garbage. In this way, you send those garbage to me, I chop them to death, and you get pleasure. This is a good business, a closed loop, isn't it? What do you think?"

"Wrong? Wrong! Wrong? Are you angry? Don't leave, think about it."

Just as Dacus shook his head speechlessly, a thick gas suddenly floated around, and his face felt wet and sticky, and then he smelled a rotten stench, like a rotting corpse and a bubbling swamp. His brows were furrowed. He had experienced this feeling, he didn't like this feeling, he hated this feeling, but he didn't mind doing it again, of course this time he would be more prepared than last time.

"When you pick up a weapon, what can you gain? Do you think you can destroy death itself? Don't be silly..." A miserable and sad voice poured into Dacus' ears like a stream of mud, and the disgusting feeling kept penetrating into his mind.

"How is the Great Unclean One I killed? A great demon, a great demon! Being killed by a mortal in the Chaos Demon Realm, it's hilarious. He must have mocked you a lot, right? Tsk, tsk, tsk, you're the one, you're thick-skinned enough. If it were me, I'd stick my head into the bubbling swamp." Daxus interrupted the man's nagging and mocked him despite his disgust.

"You!"

"What about me? I'll go again? From your tone, you sound a little scared? Wait... can I blow you to death with that weapon? This deal seems to be a good deal?" Daxus waited for a response after mocking him, but there was no response. The disgust in his mind receded like a tide, "Wait? Wait! Wait? Are you angry too?"

Just as Daxus was nagging, the sky strangely turned blood red, and blood-like raindrops fell on his face one after another. Every drop of raindrops made a sound like the collision of swords, and it kept clanging on his face. The raindrops became denser and denser, gradually turning into a downpour. He could hear clear war cries and screams in the rain, which intertwined into a terrifying roar.

"You stupid mortal! Who do you think you are? Every attack you make, every cut that bleeds, every bone that is broken, every head that is taken, that is my food. I am war, and war exists because of me. Your sword is my signal. I will become your enemy in an endless stream. Every time you kill one of me, another will immediately appear. What awaits you is only endless fighting, which will continue until the destruction of this world and this universe!"

"Who am I? I am your father. Why are you yelling? Can't you speak normally? And why are you trying so hard to stop me? Let me think, ah, it's fear Right? The question is, what are you afraid of? You shouldn't have shown up, so that I might look up to you. What's the difference between you and that jerk you look down on? "

"You! Me! You!"

"Him?" Dacus carefully poked his head out and responded in a low voice, then he muttered, "Are you angry? Are you so narrow-minded? Shouldn't you say something harsh? Like... you wait or something like that! ? "

"Don't stand here, my brother, this is your moment, they are waiting for you." Seeing Dacus standing there and not moving, Maranul jumped off the back of the cold lizard and tried to wake up his brother.

"My moment? No! This is our moment! You are my brother, you are my family." Dacus, who returned to normal, first touched his face, and after making sure there was no blood, he shook his head to deny his brother's words. Then he stuck his head out and said to the elves in the distance, such as Baine, Flanais, and Celile, who had accompanied him all the way, "You are my family, my relatives and friends, let's go together."

"This sword is the supreme masterpiece, it will lead us to the light and dispel the darkness!" Molaig's voice echoed in the air, with irresistible power and solemnity.

"Dakwus, come! This sword has been waiting for too long, it needs a true master to lead the elves to a new future. Only you, Dakwus, can shoulder this responsibility and master this supreme power!" Molaig continued, her voice echoing like a bell in the hearts of every elf.

"My son, from the day you were born, the entire forest of Lordaeron whispered this name: Arthas. My child, I am proud to watch you grow up day by day and become the embodiment of justice. Remember, we have always ruled the kingdom with strength and wisdom. At the same time, I also know that you will use your powerful power cautiously. However, the real victory is to inspire the hope of the people. One day, my life will reach the end, and you will be crowned king!"

"What the hell." After suppressing the words that suddenly appeared in his mind, Daxus looked at the sword firmly. He felt a powerful force calling him. The power was not only physical, but also spiritual, as if he was the only one in the world who could hold the sword. He knew that this sword would be hope and the key to resist chaos and darkness, otherwise the gods of chaos would not be nagging him.

Under the gaze of the gods and elves, Daxus looked back at the formation, in which his family and friends were. He smiled and turned his head, step by step towards the Starlight Furnace. Every step was so sacred, as if carrying countless expectations and missions, and his heart was filled with endless power and determination. When he finally stood in front of the sword, the light of the Starlight Furnace enveloped him, making the final blessing for this sacred moment.

Daquus reached out his hand, and the moment he touched the sword, an indescribable power instantly surged into his body. He felt the energy of the sword flowing in his blood, and every inch of his skin was activated by the power of the sword. He closed his eyes and felt this power merge with himself. It was an unparalleled sense of power. At this moment, it seemed as if the entire universe was under his control.

He slowly raised the sword, and the sword body flashed a dazzling light in the sun. The incarnations and demigods burst into a thunderous cheer, and the elves, forest spirits and lizardmen also burst into warm cheers at this moment, and their voices echoed in the air and spread throughout Athel Loren.

"Dakwus! You will lead us to the light and dispel the darkness! You are our hope and the future of the elves!" Molaig announced loudly, her voice full of glory and pride. (End of this chapter)