Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

The flavor pack is loaded, but the actual filling... Daquus is in trouble, and it's a big trouble. In theory, the system establishment is the most difficult, but it's not a big deal for him.

The trouble he encountered... is related to naming. He is a bad name and doesn't know how to name it.

Valahir means "chain maker" in Drusil language. It was originally created by Malekith. It is a typical honorific title, or a combination of court honorific and administrative honorific, symbolizing that the holder of the honorific has the right to turn prisoners of war into slaves, not just kill or demand ransom.

The holder of the honorific is the commander of the army, responsible for leading the army of the city of Naggaroth. Its main task is to protect the city from the threat of chaos forces and monsters, and fight side by side with Malekith during the attack on Ulthuan. In theory, Valahir assists the Night Wardens, because they are only the commanders of the army, without administrative power, and are the next level of the Night Wardens. Under normal circumstances, they must obey the orders of the Night Wardens.

Now, Dorien standing in front of Dacus is Valahal of Asheril. In theory, Dorien is the most prominent in the current Duruchi military system, because Asheril is not just a city, it is special, it is not a city, nor a province, but a region.

According to the administrative division, Asheril is a proper region. If the province of Anureil occupied by Asur is not counted, Asheril currently has six provinces.

In the words of those who understand, it is a certain war zone.

In terms of benchmarking, Dorien should be the commander of the military zone, one of the most dazzling in the military system. In the Eastern Roman system, he is the one with the highest annual salary, a full forty pounds, 2,800 Nomisma, and this is just the annual salary.

So, Valahal... It's a bit inappropriate, but you can't call him the commander of the military zone, it's too weird. If we use Eastern Roman words... it seems that it doesn't fit. The military district of Eastern Rome is a combination of military and politics. The highest administrative authority is the governor, but Eastern Rome doesn't call it that. Rome has its own flavor package, called the general.

Dacus is not crazy enough to combine military and politics. There is no need to study that. Just call him the even weirder Jiedushi.

Military governor? Military governor? Sword-bearing guard? Palace commander?

This is still military affairs. The education system is also a troublesome matter. It involves era, religion, system, etc., and it can be expanded a lot.

Rhetoric master?

The elves' education system is really similar to that of Eastern Rome. Eastern Rome is divided into three levels. Enlightenment teachers teach young children the basics of reading, writing and counting. Grammar teachers teach older children literature and language. Finally, rhetoric teachers teach teenagers rhetoric, the art of speaking clearly, understandably and persuasively. The elves are similar, except that there are more magic and various branches of knowledge.

Hearing the noise, Dacus looked towards the place where the sound came from. He decided that there must be a bureaucratic system. In this regard, he planned to cut down on the modern basis, cut some departments, and give some rights to Black.

This Black is the Black in "Red and Black", representing the power of the cult.

Legislation, administration and justice must be in the hands of bureaucrats, controlled by the Phoenix Court controlled by the Phoenix King. This is beyond doubt. To be more specific, there is also a bureaucratic office in the Hailan Hub, responsible for supervising and recording the tax evasion between the cult and believers. This is what he and Serene had agreed on long ago. More specifically...

Red and Black, Red is the army, Black is the cult, and White? Representing bureaucrats? It can't be Gray, this is too metaphorical.

He is only responsible for setting up the system. The current system of Drucci cannot support this system. One is that there are not so many people and not so many qualified talents. He alone needs to take on multiple positions. The other is that Drucci is currently taking the military-first route.

But he knew that when the number of people in the organization rose to a certain critical threshold, the difficulty of management would increase exponentially, and hierarchical management was inevitable. This was determined by the physiological limit, and the elves were no better than humans in this regard. He didn't want to sleep only four hours a day and work overtime until midnight every day. In that case, he would die before he could reign in Ulthuan. Is Watt older now than before he set out? Haggard, if the system is not set up, perhaps Watt will be the first to fall.

Violence is the basis of rule. This is not only Malekith's way of ruling, but Dacuus also agrees with this. But unlike Malekith, he believes that violence cannot always be maintained at the level of human physical destruction. This is a great waste and unnecessary. The best example is the current situation of Naggaroth. He believes that as long as violence is maintained to the necessary limit, it can guarantee coercive power and let everyone know who has the gun.

In essence, this is the insignificance of an individual in the face of an organization. No matter how many mobs there are, they are not worth mentioning compared to the organization.

Moreover, he firmly believed that "order" was powerful, and the source of power was "efficiency". The worst order was better than the best chaos. Two ethnic groups with the same potential, the one with basic order would have less internal friction, stronger combat effectiveness, and more advantages when plundering resources from larger external systems. This was the power of "organization", and it was one of the reasons for Malekith's several failures, and it was the main reason.

Economy is the foundation of politics. The original intention of any organization is for efficiency. Management cannot sink indefinitely. This involves diminishing marginal utility. Another is that after the bureaucracy is stable, the monster of bureaucracy will inevitably be born. This monster will not only devour the resources within the system, but also increase in proportion or even beyond the limit as the organization becomes stronger, resulting in the inability to expand the benefits of order indefinitely.

Therefore, he must establish a bureaucratic system and restrict it. In addition, there will be a power vacuum in areas where the bureaucratic system cannot sink. At this time, there will definitely be people who realize this and stand up to fight for this vacuum space and establish their own order.

This kind of existence is not a saint. Most of them are powerful people, clans, or the black and the black of red and black. Their main purpose is to have profit space after establishing their own order. During this period, there will be repeated pulling and even being replaced, but in the end, it will definitely maintain a certain balance and reach a steady state. The specific 404...

This is also one of the reasons why he brought out religion and religious groups.

Order is his core. It is good to have a huge system there. Just like making a cake, it can motivate the Duruchi to do a good job. There are many benefits. In the subsequent preparation years, some outstanding talents will be allowed to enter the system.

After the King of Ulthuan, there is no need to make any drastic adjustments. The red, white and black system is there, ready-made, excellent and mature after a hundred years of operation. Otherwise, how can he rule Ulthuan? The success of the King of Ulthuan means that there is no problem with this system. It only needs to be fine-tuned according to the actual situation and filled in directly. It can not only appease Asur, but also absorb Asrai and Ainir, and quickly restore order and production.

Titles, honorifics, etc., he is not going to make a fuss about it. After returning to Naggaroth, he will submit the system to Malekith, and he will only be responsible for explaining the specific content and powers. After that, it was Malekith's business. Such an important matter must make Malekith feel a little involved, right? And he also wanted to see what big things his Zhongma brother could do, whether he could compete with Alexios in the air.

What happened later... No matter how good the structure of a system is, entropy will increase. As time goes by, the maintenance cost will become higher and higher, and it will inevitably become a pile of shit.

The high maintenance cost constantly consumes resources in the system. The consumption of the total amount of resources makes people in the dominant ecological niche tighten their own resources, and the resources that can flow to people in the disadvantaged ecological niche are even more tense. This will aggravate the contradictions between everyone. It will cost more resources to maintain the entire system, and the internal consumption will consume more resources, weakening the risk resistance of the entire system.

The entropy increase in a closed system is irreversible. If you want to reduce entropy, you must introduce increments outside the system. The new increments will dilute the weight of the original dominant ecological niche, while creating new ecological niches, reducing the intensity of competition, and alleviating the contradictions of everyone.

When the shit mountain is diluted to a certain extent, it can be reconstructed or something. It's too far away, so far that he can't see it at all. Maybe he can learn from the spaceship left by the ancient saints and fly into space.

As for yesterday's meeting, it was actually nothing. The meeting revolved around Watt's detailed explanation of the development of Asheril in recent years. It was a typical report meeting.

Based on rich data, examples and analysis, Watt comprehensively demonstrated the progress and changes in various fields of Asheril in recent years. Whether it is economic growth, infrastructure construction of cities and strongholds, or technological innovation, he gave detailed explanations one by one.

Other participants, Maranul and Cowell listened carefully and took notes seriously. Krakalond is superior to other Naggaroth cities. Annasara and Newkle, a mother and son, serve as Night Overlords and Valahal. There is no competitive relationship. For example, Valahal secretly killed the Night Overlord and became the Night Overlord. This happy thing happened.

Newkle is responsible for the daily affairs of the city, and the mother and son discuss major matters, such as cleaning, knife, personnel changes, and profit sharing. Annasara, who stays in the Tower of Destruction, basically doesn't ask about daily affairs, but she will know what happened, and she will be in control and have a clear mind. Usually she only attends and presides over various meetings that she must attend, such as Haniel Hara.

When the Great Purge is over, when Maranul and Cowell return to Krakarond, the power will be handed over, but the old model will still be used. It's just that the relationship has changed, from the original mother and son to Lang uncle, that is, the eldest brother-in-law and brother-in-law. The power is shared, 64 or 55, as for the specific amount and other things, that is between the two of them.

In this regard, Daquus is relieved, the Hell's Disaster Family has always been there, and his gate is still there.

After the first session, the discussion session began. He, Drusala, Tolandil, Dorian and Chupakoko took the stage. The participants had a heated discussion around Watt's speech. They put forward their own opinions and questions about the problems Watt encountered, and tried to combine their experience in their respective fields to analyze whether some of Asherel's experience was applicable to Nagaros.

As the person in charge of the petition, the person in charge of the dog inkstone box and the first confidential secretary, Flanais was responsible for recording the content of the entire meeting.

In the interaction, the participants not only had a deep understanding of Asherel's development, but also drew valuable experience from it and inspired new ideas. The whole meeting ended in a relaxed and constructive atmosphere. It was just that the meeting lasted a long time, after all, Asherel was too big.

Dakeus's eyes swept across a bustling inn not far away. It was still morning, but the entrance to the inn was already crowded. The endless stream of visitors may have formed a long queue under the influence of what happened not far away. He knew that these visitors were waiting to visit Drex. Judging from their clothes, these visitors were basically sailors and mercenaries. Maybe they wanted to pay money? Maybe they wanted to recommend themselves? Maybe they wanted to pay taxes?

Perhaps, Drex in the inn did not wear a suit and stroke a cat like the godfather, but what he did was similar.

The premise of order is to establish a certain common consensus. At the national level, it is the law, and in the vacuum, it is something else, such as debts of favor. The coercive force provided by violence is deterrence. In specific practice, it can be flexibly adjusted by the subject of violence. Non-execution can be tolerance, and execution is discipline. As long as violence exists, there will be fear and hesitation, which guarantees the authority of the organizer.

At the meeting that day, he actually gave Drex the right to collect taxes in disguise. After the meeting, no one dared to touch Drux, and assassination was out of the question.

As for how Drux operated, that was his business. Perhaps he might also, like the old godfather, exchange favors for a large number of votes after the order was stabilized, and arbitrage with the mainstream order.

In this regard, Dacus didn't care, and neither did Serene. Drux was a kind of embodiment of the system. He was more of a social experiment, and also created a not-so-clever dream for the middle and lower-level Duruchis, but he believed that this kind of dream was feasible, not out of reach.

"Oh, I'm a little envious. He is really in the limelight now. Look at this posture. He has become the most dazzling star in Chapeiuto. If this continues, I'm afraid the skin lizards will line up with fish to give to him!" He couldn't help shaking his head, with a teasing smile on his lips.

As soon as the voice fell, Flanais and Dorian, who were standing next to him, looked at each other and laughed. The sea breeze from the port blew across their hems, as if they were also infected by the joyful atmosphere.

Just as Dorian was about to say something with his mouth wide open, he saw a scene in the distance. His smiling face instantly became serious. He greeted Dacus apologetically and left.

Dacus glanced casually and shook his head.

Now, the air at the Chapeuto Pier was filled with a tense and oppressive atmosphere, orderly but suffocating. The Desperate Pioneer stopped at the edge of the port, and the plunder ship continued to transfer a large number of labor dispatches to the pier.

After these humans, who were so weak that they were about to be blown down by the wind, came ashore, they were driven by the dark elf soldiers to form a slow and silent queue. Everyone lowered their heads, their eyes were empty, and they dared not look around, let alone look at the closely guarded dark elf soldiers and lizardmen.

They passed through one checkpoint after another, accepting routine searches expressionlessly, and every movement was mechanical and numb, as if their souls had long been stripped away, leaving only a walking corpse-like body. The terrifying dark elves around watched all this indifferently, their weapons clenched in their hands flashing cold light, and their eyes without mercy seemed to announce that any resistance would be met with ruthless suppression.

At one of the checkpoints, a heart-pounding trial had just ended.

Drusala's figure looked particularly cold in the sun. A Chaos believer executed by her collapsed on the ground, and a pool of blood gradually spread on the stone slab.

The eyes of the fallen Chaos believer were still wide open, as if he could not understand his fate at the last moment of his life, or still had a trace of desperate protest against this cruel world. Even worse than him was his companion who followed him. His companion was so weak that he collapsed to the ground and could not get up before he could resist.

Drusala, with her head held high, glanced down condescendingly and waved her hand. As she moved, the lizardmen surrounding her pulled up the limp hot-blooded species and finally threw them into the mouth of a giant snake.

Chaos believers are the best sacrifices for Sotek. This is a new idea that Dacus got when he was in the Moon City. When he returns to Naggaroth, he plans to take a few giant snakes and raise them in the snake pit.

In the ranks of the surrounding labor dispatch, no one dared to look up at what was happening, and they dared not make a sound, as if they were afraid that a little extra movement would lead the shadow of death to themselves. Everyone held down their breath and walked carefully, as if they were stepping on broken thin ice, and they would fall into the abyss of no return if they were not careful.

The dark elves were not moved by the death and sacrifice of the wizards. They still maintained order coldly, and occasionally pulled the handles and grips of their knives at those slow-moving labor dispatches. The air was filled with the breath of death and cruelty, and the suffocating pressure turned Chapeyuto into a silent hell.

The sea in the distance was calm, but every labor dispatcher on the dock knew that this unfamiliar environment had become another silent cage, and all they could do was wait for the ruthless manipulation of fate.

But it wasn't bad... At least there were limited portions of delicious food and water waiting for them at the resettlement point near the city. The reason for the limit was one to maintain order, and the other was that they had come this far, so they didn't want to be stuffed to death. (End of this chapter)