Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

"Research... what are you doing?"

Darkus, who appeared in the square, held back for a long time and said this, while waving at the red dragons. . He spoke in dragon language, which he learned during his time on the sea out of respect and understanding for the red dragons, and dragon language is used to express interrogative sentences.

The red dragons paused for a moment, not because they were surprised that Darkus spoke dragon language. But because of other reasons. They just studied for a long time, said a lot of harsh words and visions for the future, but in the end... they found that the problem was still with Darkus? Finally, they all looked at Splinterwin and put the pressure on Splinterwin.

"We... can...?" Splinterwin, who felt the pressure, came to Darkus and whispered in Elsalin, pointing his finger around. While he was speaking, he kept giving eye contact with an expression that said you should understand.

"?" Dacus showed a confused expression on his face. Of course, he understood what Springwin was saying, but he didn't want to show it.

"It's... it's... this... that..." Springwin hesitated and pointed randomly with his claws. His expression became anxious and distorted due to his excitement.

The red dragons standing next to him also showed hesitation and struggle. They became restless and kept closing their mouths, but they could not say that sentence.

"Okay." Dacus grabbed Springwin's claws. Red dragons have dignity and pride. Just for fun, just joke, do it bit by bit, and Springwin is his partner, so there is no need.

The reason why he asked the red dragons to walk around Talaxland is because there will be a meeting and ceremony here soon, which is worth recording, and it is a year and a day worth writing about in the chronology.

Because of the conference and ceremony, it can be said that except for the first generation of Kroka and those mummified lords, the other generations of Slann in Lustria have basically awakened from their contemplation and meditation and gathered in Taraxlan. So this is currently the safest and most heavily guarded place in the entire Lustria continent, even safer than Itaza. He is not afraid that the red dragons will do something crazy. If they really do, the red dragons will be beaten to death and see the power of the Slann.

Daquus paced in place with his hands behind his back, and his eyes looked at Modax who had come out of his contemplation. There was no dialogue, Modax nodded to him, and he also nodded to Modax, everything was self-evident.

He was very satisfied with this result. The reason why he let the red dragons wander around in Taraxlan was not only for safety considerations, but also to let the red dragons feel the customs and hospitality of the lizardmen. In addition, he hoped that the red dragons could learn something from the lizardmen and make some plans for the future.

Only in this way can they have "weaknesses", instead of being a "four-no" person who can do whatever he wants, come when he wants, leave when he wants, and give you a beating if you make me angry.

Now, he got the result he wanted.

"Some... technical problems?" He paced for a while and cleared his throat.

"Can you... can we solve it?"

"I..." Daxus was originally going to tell the truth, but perhaps because of a sudden inspiration, he did not finish the sentence. After a pause, he asked, "Should?"

"Should?"

"Yes, should?"

Daxus thought of the second-generation Slan he met in Orbion, Umatadan, who was unknown to other second-generation Slans. The pawn of the ancient saints never deviated from the track. He thought that Umatadan was there for a reason. Maybe Umatadan was related to the biological laboratory in the Lead Castle? Maybe Umatadan was a biologist? Otherwise, how would Umatadan know that after the accident, he would enter the device and soak in the liquid.

In his opinion, only biologists can handle this matter without asking for help from Tzeentch, and they have to be biologists like Slan. The others are the Elven Gods, but he doesn't think the Elven Gods can handle it. As for the Ancient Saints and Dragon Fathers...

"Since you want it, then go and shape it. This is a complicated and long-term job." Since the problem of biotechnology cannot be solved for the time being, he changed the subject and painted a big pie. Seeing the red dragons looking at him with burning eyes, he continued, "I raise a few questions, history and legend?"

There are two, maybe three dragons in the legend who are called the "Father of Dragons".

The first one is "Black" Calgaranos, and the second one is Umuskadrak? The reason why it is said to be two or three is that Calgaranos and Umuskadrak are likely to be the same existence. Due to historical and legendary reasons, he became two, just like Zeus and Jupiter.

The third one is Dragnir, who is a real hammer, certified by Asuryan, and he is the ancestor of the fire dragons of Ulthuan.

And Calgaranos is the ancestor of the red dragons, which Modax told Dacus himself.

"How did civilization come into being? What myths or legends are there about creation? This is origin and myth. What major events in history have affected the development of civilization? For example, wars, disasters, migrations, changes, etc., these are major events. Are there any famous heroes or leaders in history? How did these people shape the culture and heritage of civilization? This is heroes and legends."

After Dacus beeped, he saw the confused expressions of the red dragons, sighed, and shook his head slightly.

"To be more specific, in the origin myth of a certain empire, it is said that the earth was originally a barren desert until a certain god appeared. The god used his thunder and rainstorms to transform the desert into a fertile oasis, creating the first land and granting life and wisdom to mankind. After the storm subsided, he built a sacred city on the top of the mountain where heaven and earth met, which became the starting point of the empire, the symbol of the empire, and was regarded as the source of all wisdom and power.

This is the myth, which explains the geographical origin and sacredness of civilization. This myth not only influenced the worship of storms by future generations, but also regarded the capital of the empire as a sacred and inviolable holy place. The people believed that their empire had divine power, so they were full of pride and destined superiority.

Major event?

A war caused by resource shortages and territorial disputes? Dozens of cities clashed over competition and almost pushed civilization to the brink of destruction. The war lasted for a century until a certain contract was signed, and the cities agreed to establish a federation, redistribute resources and power, and end the endless fighting.

This war profoundly affected the political structure of civilization. The establishment of the Confederation brought new systems, promoted political reforms, and strengthened civilization's recognition of the values ​​of "peaceful coexistence" and "cooperation".

Heroes and legends, I don't need to say it, right? "

"What's the use of this? These ancient myths, stories of war, legends of heroes... What's the use of us?" "Terrible" Malatx's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of disdain and confusion. In his opinion, only the strength of his own power is the most important. What he needs is a slave to serve him. He wants to be a toad sitting on a throne, not these things that have no meaning even if they exist.

"?" Dacus showed a confused look and looked at Modax.

"What's the point of asking these questions? You look at this world and think that everything is just a game of power and survival, and that only strength has value. But these are just appearances, covering up what really supports civilization. Without myths, beliefs, and ideals, civilization is just a walking corpse, just like we were before. We are always individuals, not a group or a civilization.

They shape our thinking, our hearts, and are the basis of our existence. They are not only the answer to who we are, but also the reason why we fight and why we live. The only constant in this world is change, which is why we are together and here!" Modax turned her head, her eyes as sharp as an eagle, piercing through Maratx's contempt. As the words continued, her voice gradually turned cold, but with a power that could not be ignored.

"What can ideals change? It cannot stop power." Facing the blood suppression, Maratx frowned. He disdained Modax's answer, but he did not dare to deny it directly.

"A person without faith is nothing but a walking corpse even if he holds a sharp sword. But a person with faith can turn the situation around even if he is unarmed. Why can they lead people out of desperate situations? Not just because they are strong, but because they bring hope and faith.

They shape the way we understand the world. The soul of every civilization is built on this spiritual height, not just a simple comparison of power.

When you only see the war and killing in front of you, you will feel that everything is meaningless, but when you see the beliefs and ideas hidden behind it, you will understand that every battle and every sacrifice we make is defending something higher. That is the reason that supports our indomitable spirit and the true power of all great civilizations.

When darkness falls again, what we rely on is not only the sharp sword, but also the fire in our hearts. Those myths, those legends, and those heroic stories are what keep the flames in our hearts forever."

Dakeus looked at the Great Pyramid of Razkoto in the distance with a piercing gaze. His voice was heavy, like thunder. The elves following him fell into thought after hearing his words, and they immediately thought of Aenarion.

Maratrax was silent for a moment, still full of doubts, but he did not speak again. The other red dragons also fell silent. At this moment, some of the red dragons seemed to understand, and they probably understood the meaning of Daquus' words.

"The real power of history and legends is that they create a framework for how we understand ourselves and how we view the world.

Myths connect people to heaven and earth, allowing them to feel the meaning of their existence. It not only explains the origin of the earth, but also gives every mountain and river a sacred symbol. The torrent of history turns these myths into reality, allowing faith to penetrate into daily life and become part of culture. Every war, every migration, and even the rise and fall of every dynasty are given meaning within the framework of this faith.

Culture is not only a manifestation of food, clothing, housing and transportation, but also a manifestation of faith. The architectural style, artistic expression, and even laws and social structures of cities all originate from those original myths. People maintain their ties with gods and their cultural identity through rituals, sacrifices, and festivals.

What is the use of these? History and legends extend culture and faith, and faith shapes the soul of civilization. Without these, any civilization is nothing more than a short-lived dust, destined to be forgotten in the long river of time."

Dakeus spoke slowly, as if whispering to a ghost in the dark. He pointed at the distant building with deep eyes. At the end, he looked at the night sky that had appeared, and the boundless sea of ​​stars seemed to be telling countless stories.

"Culture and faith are the foundation of a civilization, but they do not stop there. Their extension is the birth of art and language. Art and language are the concrete expression of culture and the form of faith and thought in the real world. They are not just decorations or communication tools, but the soul of civilization is constantly looking for an outlet.

Imagine an ancient empire. When their gods turned into storms in legends and spread life on the earth, the earliest artists began to depict these miracles. They used simple symbols, rock paintings, and even stone tools to record their awe and belief in the gods. Over time, these symbols evolved into The word became the origin of language.

Language is not only a tool for communication, but also a carrier of thought. Every word and every syllable embodies people's understanding and imagination of the world for thousands of years. Language shapes the way people look at reality, and also shapes their history and future. Myths and history are passed down from generation to generation through language, becoming eternal spiritual wealth.

Art, whether it is painting, sculpture, music, poetry or dance, is an expression of the soul of civilization. It is a way for people to project their beliefs, emotions and dreams into reality. When the art of a civilization flourishes, it is not only showing its wealth and Art is not only about skills, but also about showing its spiritual height. Through art, people convey their admiration for the gods and their desire for the future.

Imagine that in ancient times, when people looked up at the starry sky and the high mountains known as the residence of the gods, they would use music to express their awe and piety. These melodies were passed down from generation to generation and became a memory in civilization. The bards turned the legends of heroes and the torrent of history into poems of language, which were passed down from mouth to mouth, allowing everyone to become part of the story of civilization.

Art and language are not only a form of expression of civilization, but also a mirror for civilization to reflect on and express itself. Without language, myths would not exist. Without art, faith would lose its image. They are the bridge from the spiritual to the material world of civilization, allowing each generation to talk to their ancestors and pass on their thoughts to future generations.

Art and language extend from culture and faith, and the two are intertwined, giving civilization immortal life. They are our weapons against time and oblivion, allowing us to transcend our own life and death and become something greater and more distant, a true civilization! "

Darkius made a big mess, and his meaning was clear. First, the whole history and legends were made, and then the culture and faith and art and language were made, and then the rest.

The red dragons talked in a low voice, talking about what Darkius said, with familiar desires and ambitions in their eyes. From time to time, their eyes fell on the golden decorations, or looked at the solemn lizard warriors wearing golden armor.

Darkius had been in contact with the red dragons for some time, and he knew the thoughts of these red dragons too well. After seeing everything in the lizardman society, the red dragons were simply delighted and eager to possess these wealth and power. For the red dragons, wealth and power are the standard for measuring everything.

Those glittering gold ornaments, the gems piled on the altar, the domination of the Slanns, and the mysterious ancient power of the lizardmen, these things burned like fire in the eyes of the red dragons, igniting the desires deep in their hearts.

"Wealth and power belong to the strong by birth?" Dakuus shook his head with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. Seeing some red dragons showing a scornful smile, he sighed, "Wealth and power can indeed make you look powerful, but if you don't understand their true nature, they will only become your shackles, not weapons. Think about it..."

He originally wanted to say: Think about your kind who were killed by humans in the nest? Think about the wealth that was plundered with great difficulty and became the spoils of human adventurers. But this is too sarcastic, which does not meet the purpose of what he said before. The reason why he said these words was to paint a big picture for the red dragons, so that they could think about it themselves, and maybe they could come up with a whole life. He even looked forward to what the red dragons would shape Calgaranos into.

Just stop at the point, no more words, he knew that most of the red dragons in front of him could not see through due to their limitations. For the red dragons, power is the material that can overwhelm everything, not the inner peace and wisdom. It is not something he can do with just a few words now. He is not so magical, not so powerful, and can't turn stones into gold. Change takes time.

He said these words mainly to Modax and a few red dragons. In his opinion, Modax, who existed before the great invasion, is different from the later red dragons. The long years and painful experiences have made Modax a wise man and a philosopher. As long as Modax and a few red dragons think and shape according to his words, his words will not be in vain, and he will not play the lute to a cow.

The red dragon wants to create civilization. This is neither a good thing nor a bad thing. Anyway, it has no impact on him or the elves. Maybe both sides will get some positive benefits. Civilization can be created, there is no doubt about it, but it takes time and money.

If nothing goes wrong, this period of time will be enough for him to complete his big plan. In the future, the elves are destined to develop aircraft. He can even skip the propeller and directly target the neighboring Eldar's Hemlock, Nightwing and Phoenix to develop jet aircraft.

Materials can be studied, power can refer to assault ships, weapons and equipment... these are not problems. As long as there is time, they can be developed. These aircraft will threaten the dragons, and the elves will become the masters of the sky.

This is his trump card and his confidence. Maybe one day, the elves and dragons will turn against each other? But it shouldn't happen? These aircraft that can pose a huge threat to the dragons are here. Maybe one day, the dragon knights and aircraft will fly side by side in the sky and fight side by side.

As for the funds, it depends on him to provide them. This also involves economy and technology, military and diplomacy. He is confident that he can arrange them clearly.

He first draws a big picture for the red dragons. The geographical environment and resources are not a problem. The island of Orbion is there. Social structure, these are all technical issues. If possible, he will find a way to match the dragon people and dragon beasts of Azeroth.

The dragonborn race that walks on two legs is the dragon beast, and the counterpart to the lizard people is the lizard people. The dragonborn race that walks on four legs is the dragon beast, and the counterpart to the lizard people is the skin lizard. The subsequent barbarian dragons serve as a position similar to the skin lizard priests, as managers, and the dragons...

Just as he was about to say something else, a big snake appeared in the square, between him and the Great Pyramid of Razkoto, straightened up and looked up at him, he knew that Sotek was waiting for him.

"Chuku-Ta?" He nodded to the big snake, and looked at the skin lizard priest who was still recording on the wax board beside him.

"Yes, yes!" Chuku-Ta, who was immersed in it, was frightened when he heard the call. The wax board in his hand was not held firmly and was falling to the ground. When he hurriedly grabbed the wax board that was about to fall to the ground, he kept nodding in response.

"Let's go." Dacus was not amused by this funny scene, but shook his head slightly. He felt that Chuku-Ta was not like a Skin Lizard Priest, but more like a Grey Prophet Apprentice? How was this appointed? After sighing, he nodded to his companions who came with him, and then he led Chuku-Ta through the road that the red dragons made way for.

According to legend, the central pyramid of Taraxlan was built by Razkoto himself. The four entrances of the pyramid cut into its multiple steps and led to a circular platform, on which stood the main spire of the pyramid.

The most precious treasures are stored inside, and the sacred prophecies are kept in the inscription room. The meditation room does not allow light to enter, only moonlight can illuminate it. The huge armillary sphere operates in the dark, showing stars that are not in the sky.

Below, on the circular foundation is the lizardmen's barracks, where the troops of the Moon City gather and train. Their barracks occupy most of the space on the lower floor. In addition, there are armories, granaries and the most core hatching pools.

"You change every time?" Dacus, who could sit instead of stand, and lie instead of sit, naturally stood on the giant snake, letting the giant snake carry him to climb the pyramid.

Chuku-Ta, the appointed lizard priest, did not have such a good treatment. He could only hold the wax board tightly, follow the giant snake, trot and climb. (End of this chapter)