Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

"There are two brushes."

With his upper body bare and fidgeting with the steel piece in his hand, Darkus looked at the game in the distance and sighed.

"It's too flexible. No matter how many points Prince Geron shakes, he will lose." Finubar, who was sitting next to Darkus, responded in a low voice.

Not far away, "Hookblade" Seonlan was playing chess with Prince Jeron, but they did not play backgammon, but... similar to a battle flag in a board game. On the table was a map with hills, forests and plains. There are various chess pieces placed on the terrain, including chess pieces representing Triton Guards, chess pieces representing Eternal Guard, etc., spread out at the military level of ten thousand people.

Under the medieval battle flag in the medieval world... this gave Darkus a feeling of time and space confusion. But that's about it. In fact, he came up with the war game, and then the lords created it based on his ideas, not for anything else, but to relieve boredom and show off (show off) themselves. In addition, he wanted to have a rough psychological assessment of the command abilities of these lords through deduction, but mainly for Theonlan and Tyrandor.

The lords gathered around the table looked at Prince Jeron with complicated eyes. The feeling was strange, as if they knew they were going to lose but were powerless. Their expressions were mixed with a hint of helplessness, confusion and uneasiness, and they were regretting the outcome that was about to happen.

Seonlan's operations were smooth and fluid. Every step he took was full of strategy and calculation. He brought the essence of mobile warfare to its extreme. He keenly captures every fighter opportunity and flexibly mobilizes various arms on the chessboard, just like commanding a real army. Whenever Prince Jeron tried to counterattack, he could always defy it cleverly, as if he had anticipated every move of his opponent. The repeated pulling tactics made Prince Geron tired of dealing with them. He took advantage of the opponent's mistakes to continuously expand his advantage.

The deduction went on faster and faster, and Prince Jeron's expression became more and more solemn. Every move of Sionlan brought him huge psychological pressure, making him feel like he was facing a powerful enemy. His hand holding the dice even began to tremble. As a fighter, this situation should not happen, but Seonlan's operation caused great psychological oppression to him. Every decision and roll of the dice became like a life and death decision on the battlefield, making him nervous.

Darkus frowned slightly. Although this was just a game, he could see Seonlan's true strength.

First of all, Prince Jielong is a legitimate veteran warrior and commander with rich combat experience. He cannot be said to be high or low. He is considered to be on the average line of passing standards. The two hundred sea guards of Cosqui are commanded by him. His loyalty and outstanding ability make him highly trusted by Darrowland, otherwise Darrowland would not send him to protect Adriana.

By comparison, high and low can be distinguished immediately. Saionlan is not only an excellent warrior, but also a master tactician who is proficient in tactics. Such an opponent will inevitably make people feel troublesome, and Darkus, who is good at war games, will not get any good results.

"Prince Jeron has his... strengths, but this time he met a stronger opponent." Finubar's voice sounded again.

Darkus nodded, but he did not respond to Finubar. It didn't matter to him whether Geron had strengths or something. Maybe Geron would stand and fight under his banner one day, but that was a bit far away. For those who saw it, In the long run, he is also a little far away. What time has passed? It doesn't matter whether his strengths are good or not. His main purpose was to observe Seonlan, and he turned his gaze to the dice in Prince Jeron's hand, waiting for the final result.

In the traditional impression, dice is equivalent to gambling, but this is not the case. There is a reason for using dice in deduction. War game deduction is known as the "magician" who directs war. Game players can make full use of statistics, probability theory, game theory and other scientific methods to simulate, simulate and deduce the entire war process, and study and control war according to war game rules. situation.

The best way to demonstrate statistics, probability theory, and game theory is dice. There is no better substitute than dice.

To put it bluntly, dice full of randomness can estimate the highest and lowest values, just like a venue organizer has clearly arranged it, but in the actual process, various problems will always arise, that is, accidental events, makeup The stage designer's equipment was lost, the stage builder was upset, the lighting engineer got up late, and the host got stuck in the middle of the road. Dice can calculate the probability of accidental events and arrive at a final result.

However, the deduction cannot represent actual combat, but can only serve actual combat. Because the deduction itself is a process of researching problems, discovering problems, and solving problems, the ultimate purpose of its design is communication.

In the old deductions before the Battle of Midway, the problem was studied and discovered, but the problem was not solved, or in other words, one did not know how to solve the problem. The deduction process was forcibly tampered with through cheating, and the results were obtained in a deceitful manner. . The final result was that everything went wrong, the problem was solved, the four main aircraft carriers were written off, there was a complete failure of communication, and there was no destiny at all.

Prince Jeron's luck broke out, he reached six o'clock, and the remaining Silver Helmet Knight chess pieces launched a final charge, destroying the Eternal Guard chess pieces of Seonland, but that was all.

Seonlan pushed the War Dancer chess pieces to surround him. Even if he was unlucky and hit the lowest point, the only remaining Silver Helmet Knight chess pieces were gone. He gave a flat smile of victory.

Prince Geron did not argue, but sighed. It was a fact that he was not as skilled as others, and there was no need to lose his dignity. Although he lost, he also learned a lot from it. He looked at Seonlan with respect and gratitude in his eyes.

Sometimes, failure is also a kind of gain. "

Finubar nodded in agreement.

After the end, the lords began to summarize and re-enacted the process. At the beginning, it was fine, but gradually there was a trend of heat, the quarrel became more and more intense, and there was a desire to solve the problem by force.

"You don't care?"

"Why should I care? Isn't this good? This is a process of communication and exchange in itself." Dacus shrugged in response.

The re-enactment finally stopped at the quarrel stage, after all, Dacus was standing there watching. Besides, it was no big deal to fight because of this matter, and it would make people laugh if it was told out.

"Talandor, you go up and try." After the quarrel was over, Dacus asked Tyrandor to replace Seonlan.

"I'll do it. "Celire volunteered to take the position of Prince Jeroen.

This deduction was a bit boring compared to the last one. Daxus discovered his uncle's shortcomings, or his uncle's deduction method did not meet his requirements. In his opinion, his uncle was better at commanding the cold lizard battle group to fight. He was at ease in small-scale battles with less than a thousand people, and he had a variety of tricks. He was a master and could beat the opponent without any resistance.

But he was not good at large-scale operations. He was not a qualified commander. And his uncle was just a superficial appearance. The Duruchis around him, including him, had this shortcoming. Perhaps this was caused by Duruchi's actual situation, and he wanted to make changes.

And he only had experience playing stupid donkeys, such as Iron 3, and had no practical experience in this area. He couldn't stand it when he really got started, no better than leaving paper The one who talks about military anecdotes is not that good.

As the saying goes, it is easy to get thousands of troops, but it is difficult to get a good general.

Similarly, Tyrandor was not very good, and did not make the best use of the mobile warfare that Asrai was good at, but he was indeed good at using the air force. In the end, the two sides began to compete with each other, engaging in positional warfare-style tug-of-war, and solving each other through luck, purely for the sake of winning.

Daquus no longer paid attention to the deduction, but looked at the steel sheet in his hand and thought about other problems. Seonlan had found him not long ago, hoping to go out and see the outside world. Although Seonlan said it very obscurely, he understood the meaning of Seonlan's words. He invited Seonlan to go to Naggaroth to take a look, and Seonlan also understood the meaning of his words and agreed, but made a request: kill Hellebron.

About He happily agreed to Seonlan's request and said why not. In his opinion, even if Seonlan did not ask, Helleben must die. He had no reason to keep that crazy woman, it did not meet his requirements, and he did not like to be with a group of complete lunatics. Use his face to influence Helleben? What a joke.

After seeing Daquus agreed, Seonlan told his past. The average lifespan of elves is one thousand years, but it is not absolute. There are many known ways to prolong life. There are many such old monsters who have lived for thousands of years among Duruchi, Ainir and Asrai. He is also one of the old monsters. He was born in the Great Schism, in the Kingdom of Cosqui. He is not a noble, but an ordinary civilian, but he is not a fisherman, but a farmer.

During the Great Schism, Hellebron, who returned from Elsing Arwen, led a raid on the Kingdom of Cosqui, where Seonlan's parents died, and he later took up arms in the fight against Duruchi.

After the Great Sundering, he left the land that made him sad, and then, before he could live a few years of peace, the six-century-long war of revenge began. He made a fortune in this battle, from a commoner to a minor noble, and became the Chosen of Edrezer, but he could not reverse the situation. In the end, he did not embark on the ship back to Ulthuan and return to that sad place, but led the remaining people to the outskirts of Athel Loren.

Originally, Daxus positioned Seonlan as a martial arts master, just like those Edrezer followers, serving in training, equipment use and tactical research schools. But Seonlan's understanding and cognition of tactics surprised him. He thought that Seonlan was a bit of a waste of talent as a martial arts master, but should be a fear lord, bring mobile warfare back to Naggaroth, enrich Duruchi's tactical system, and let those fear lords feel the shock of mobile warfare.

In Dacus's view, some fear lords are incompetent, unable to command large troops, and not loyal, almost equivalent to waste, with no training value, occupying the toilet without shitting. As we all know, there are no weak people in Naggaroth. When he returns to Naggaroth, he will inevitably start a purge, replace the old ones with new ones, and replace them with qualified ones. Although this will face a painful period, it is good for everyone, except those who have been purged.

After the purge is over, he will create an organization similar to the General Staff to train officers and staff at all levels. He told Finnubar that he was not joking when he stopped the Haxie Trial Voyage. He had experienced it and knew how deep the water was here. In his opinion, this kind of trial was useless.

It's all about financial and material resources, all depends on the family background, plus some luck, such as breaking through the blockade in the middle of the night, but this is the captain's work, it doesn't prove anything. And generally they pick the weak ones, go to Bretonnia and the southern city-states to find opportunities, and look for opportunities to launch raids.

After the family fell into decline, the three siblings of the Takaia family never participated in the trial. They lived for more than a hundred years before they got a precious opportunity to follow him, but this does not mean that the three siblings are useless, they just lack an opportunity.

When he was in Naggaroth, he investigated and found that there were many dignitaries who lacked opportunities. Opportunities are created and fought for, which is absolutely correct. Then... as far as he knows, when he became famous, the loss rate of the trial rose sharply, and his deeds inspired those dignitaries whose brains were not fully developed. Ulthuan has become a popular tourist attraction. Many children who participated in the trial chose to go to Ulthuan, and the result was to brush military merits for the Asur Navy. They really thought that the Sea Guards were vegetarians.

However, he could understand this approach, after all, he was here. Not all Duruchi understood the core of it, they only saw the outside. The children of the rich and powerful hope to follow his path, replicate miracles, gain Malekith's recognition, and then get promoted and get a raise, and then...

In this case, he simply canceled the Haxie Trial Voyage and gave these children of the rich and powerful who lacked opportunities a chance. After the cleansing, he will immediately start to count the rich and powerful and divide them into different categories. Which ones were there before coming to Naggaroth, which ones were conferred later, which ones were conferred by Malekith, and which ones were conferred by the Night Wardens and admirals.

By then, don't be sixteen years old, just fourteen years old. By then, regardless of whether they are men or women, as long as they are fourteen years old and have no second vision, they will enter the Youth Military Academy under the General Staff to study and be trained as a new generation. You will know whether they are mules or horses after taking a walk. It all depends on your ability. You can do whatever you are suitable for. There are so many paths to advancement waiting. The civilians will enter the army through examinations. Men and women are equal. There are nobles and civilians in the army, and the structure is reasonable.

In addition, he was not going to let Seonlan serve as the Lord of Terror right from the start. This was not in line with the process and would cause panic and doubt among the dignitaries. It would take a process, such as serving as an instructor at the Junior Military Academy, and writing the theory and application of mobile warfare during his term of office, and establishing a system framework for mobile warfare.

After all this was done, the Duruchi who studied at the Junior Military Academy would also be trained. At that time, the famous Seonlan would use some of the Eternal Guards and Duruchi students who followed him to Naggaroth as the base, plus the new generation of Duruchi soldiers who emerged in this process, to build a new and powerful army.

"Ready, we can start." Wetir walked to Dacus and whispered.

"Here we come." The shirtless Dacus stood up, holding the steel sheet tightly in his hand, nodded to Finnubar, and walked towards Loik's position.

The crater was still the same crater, but there were not as many troops as before.

In addition to the temple guards guarding Narhap, other lizardmen took supplies and headed for Alanlock. They were going to start the preliminary construction. The Asrai who recognized the current situation and the appearance of Dacus also dispersed. They returned to their respective territories to continue their lives and take on the task of defending Athel Loren, leaving only a small number of elites to accompany the lords.

In the distance, the spellcasters gathered around Narhap and Salil to learn. Not far from Dacus, Loyk, who had completed the final preparations, stood there waiting for his arrival.

"Does it hurt?" Dacus asked casually, with a hint of pretended curiosity and nervousness in his eyes.

"You'll know later." After Loyk glanced at Dacus, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and a cunning light flashed in his eyes.

Dacus, who had skipped the undressing process, sat there. His muscles were well-defined and he looked particularly strong, but his skin had no scars from battle, nor did it have the self-mutilation marks of traditional Duruchi, nor any tattoos or war colors.

After everything was ready, Loyke picked up a bottle of specially prepared ointment from the side and gently applied it to Dacus's skin. The ointment exuded a fresh herbal aroma, which instantly relaxed Dacus's muscles.

"This will make your skin more sensitive so that I can tattoo better." Loyke explained.

Then, Loyke picked up a slender silver needle and began to draw complex patterns on Dacus' back. These patterns were ancient elven runes, each with its own unique meaning and power. As the silver needle moved, Dacus felt a slight tingling, like countless tiny electric currents jumping on his skin.

"Relax and take a deep breath." Loyke whispered, his voice calm and powerful, with a soothing power.

"This is my first time experiencing this." After saying this, Dacus closed his eyes, took a deep breath according to Loic's instructions, and tried to relax himself. The silver needle continued to move on his skin, and each movement brought him a strange feeling. Some places felt more stinging, while others brought a warm numb feeling.

Loic's technique was very skillful, and each needle was placed just right, with coherent and smooth movements.

As time went on, Dacus felt that his skin was gradually covered by a mysterious force, which not only flowed on the surface of his skin, but also seemed to penetrate into his blood and bone marrow.

As we all know, elves have a tradition of tattoos, and unlike some stereotypes, tattoos are not religious. They first became popular in the late Invasion, when Aenarion pulled out the Sword of Khaine, the warriors of Nagarythe began to convert to Khaine, and they would create tattoos or scars on their faces and bodies. However, at that time, Hellebron had not yet appeared, and the belief in Khaine was not so crazy. When they arrived in Naggaroth...

The Aenil and Asrai living in the forest would also decorate their bodies with tattoos and war paint, not only for decoration, but also to reduce their visibility in the forest. The pigments made from collected plants and then painted by shadow dancers and weavers will be blessed by the gods.

In addition, tattoos are tattoos, war paint is war paint, tattoos are permanent, and war paint...

War paint is usually presented as spirals, stripes and dots. These simple shapes have primitive symbolic meanings. War paint is mixed from diluted pigments, with magic and blessings, but it can only be used once, and then the magic will dissipate. The blessings granted are equivalent to minor magic, such as stealth, courage, speed, tenacity, healing, strength and protection, etc., and there are no magical skills and martial arts.

Compared with war colors, most Ainir and Asrai will choose permanent tattoos to express their respect for the gods when conditions permit. Tattoo designs are more complex than war colors, usually depicting sacred forest animals, such as bears representing strength and eagles representing swiftness. Getting a tattoo is an adventurous process in itself, because shadow dancers and weavers will require applicants to collect materials from remote or dangerous places.

Elves can have up to 7 tattoos on their bodies, one on each limb, one on the front and back of the torso, and one on the head. Only one tattoo will be linked to the gods, and the rest will evoke animal spirits or primitive symbols.

Of course, all this mess is nothing to Daquus. Who is he? What is his relationship with Loik? He did not go to collect materials. The materials were collected and prepared by Loik. All he had to do was sit there and wait.

"I drew runes, not forest animals. These runes are not just tattoos, but blessings. These blessings will give you powerful power. Each rune represents a kind of power. When combined together, they will become a part of your body." Loik explained as he took the materials handed over by Wettier.

"I seem to feel it." Dakwus responded politely. In fact, he didn't know what Loik had tattooed on him, but it was not loyalty to the country. He didn't choose to cover it all, seven of them, but chose the back.

After Loik finished drawing a rune, he put down the silver needle and gently wiped off the excess ointment and blood with a soft cloth.

"I want to introduce your belief system into Nagaros." Dakwus looked at the deduction in the distance. It seemed to have a result? It was too far away, and he couldn't see the details. Then he lowered his head to the steel sheet in his hand, and after a moment, he threw out a primer.

"Specifically? What do you think?" Loik said while still drawing.

To be honest, Dakwus didn't have any ideas at the moment, he just mentioned it casually. The General Staff, which serves the military and war, is too important. He doesn't want it to be infiltrated and eventually become the headquarters of Tzeentch. If that happens, everything will be over. Among the elves, Loik is the best choice. (End of this chapter)