Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Telankar, who was pushed aside, stood on the dock, surrounded by a sea of ​​people, and the entire dock was full of noise and restlessness. Groups of Duruchi squeezed together, and their black cloaks and clothes swayed in the crowd, like an undercurrent surging ocean. The noise of the crowd, the shouts of the soldiers, the sound of ships hitting the dock, and the roars from time to time merged into a chaotic clamor, making the entire dock look lively and crowded.

"Go forward!"

"Don't stop!"

"Keep in line!"

The soldiers shouted orders from time to time, trying to maintain order. Their voices sounded harsh and hurried in the noisy crowd, but the effect was minimal, and the noise around them almost covered everything.

There was a loud laugh from his side. Several Duruchi were holding black signs in their hands, pointing and discussing the upcoming wine festival, and they were excited about this rare holiday. From time to time, there were jokes and teasing laughter from the crowd, and the drunkards couldn't wait to discuss where the best and strongest wine was.

Some who had been suppressed for too long ignored the existence of others and began to cheer hysterically and loudly, venting. The laughter and shouting around were one after another, the air was filled with excitement, and every Duruchi had a rare expectation on his face.

A ship that had unloaded personnel left the port under the command of the captain, and the hull gradually moved away from the berth, and the pier made a squeaking sound of wood friction. When the berth was vacant, the next ship full of Duruchi immediately entered the berth quickly, and people gathered on the deck. When it stopped, the crowd waiting to step onto the pier rushed down.

"Line up!"

"Don't crowd!"

The soldiers shouted loudly, but the Duruchi still swarmed out, with wanton laughter, noisy shouting, mixed with heavy footsteps, and the whole pier was filled with a boiling bustle.

Seabirds were circling in the sky, their cries were blown intermittently by the sea breeze. Telankar took a deep breath and felt the salty and humid sea breeze blowing on his face, carrying the unique fishy smell of the port. He carefully shuttled through the crowd. The figures surging around him seemed endless. He held the black sign tightly in his hand, expecting and keeping alert in his heart.

As the crowd surged, he gradually smelled a strong fragrance, which was the aroma of food. His stomach made an untimely sound, which made him swallow his saliva. The black flag in the distance was flying high. He knew that it was a place where food and drinks could be exchanged with the sign.

He followed the team and squeezed forward. Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the flag, he had already imagined what he could eat. However, just when he was about to reach the exchange office, the flow of people suddenly stopped.

"Go inside!"

"Don't stop!"

"There are more inside, don't squeeze here!"

The armored Duruchi soldiers appeared in front, blocking the team and trying hard to stop the crowd from advancing. The soldiers had stern expressions, as if they were not surprised by the chaotic scene, and their shouting voices were hoarse and rough.

The surrounding Duruchis complained dissatisfiedly, perhaps because of hunger and expectation, their patience was gradually exhausted. But the soldiers did not move, and raised their weapons slightly, with a deterrent force, forcing the crowd to slowly flow into the inner area.

Telankar, who was a little unhappy in his heart, muttered to himself, but he knew that he couldn't cause trouble here. He took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and walked deeper into the city with the crowd. He held the sign in his hand tightly, and the aroma of food drifted over his nose from time to time, and the hunger in his stomach became stronger. He quickened his pace, looking forward to finding the next black flag quickly and receiving his wine and food.

As the crowd gradually went deeper into the city, he found that the flow of people not only did not decrease, but became more dense. The Duruchis beside him were crowded together, rushing forward with their own purposes and desires. He looked around and found many colorful flags fluttering in the wind. At first, he thought they were used to exchange chips or sell rare items, but they were not. They were just decorations. Soon, his eyes locked on the familiar black flag, flying high above the crowd, guiding the Duruchis who were looking for food and drinks.

"Queue up!"

After determining the direction, he quickly moved over, feeling secretly happy that he had finally found a place to fill his stomach. Just as he wanted to squeeze to the front, an armored soldier blocked him and shouted in a rough voice.

He stopped helplessly, glanced at the length of the team, and sighed. Although reluctant, he still held the sign in his hand tightly, stood obediently at the end of the team, and waited patiently. The Duruchis around him had anxious looks on their faces. Some of them murmured and complained in a low voice, while others discussed the types of fine wine and food in an excited tone. The air was filled with a complex atmosphere, with impatience, expectation and excitement.

The soldiers in front of him shouted and urged him constantly. The aroma of food became stronger and stronger, and it came in waves, making his stomach rumble again. The time in line seemed to be infinitely extended. He stared at the front, hoping that it would be his turn to enjoy this rare holiday gift.

When it was finally his turn, he saw the strange device he saw on the dock again, and the soldier standing at the table looked at him silently. He immediately understood the soldier's meaning and handed over the sweaty sign. The soldier looked at him with disdain the moment he took it, and then put the sign into the device. As the soldier pressed and handed it back, he found that there was another hole on the sign.

Then, he stepped into a narrow passage, and the scene in front of him made him slightly stunned. Duruchi on both sides of the passage was skillfully filling the big basin with wine, and the wooden cup in his hand was big enough to hold in his hand. Every time he filled five cups of wine, Duruchi would draw a line on the wooden board next to him to count the number of cups supplied.

On the other side of the big basin, the taps of several wine barrels were constantly opened, pouring wine into the basin continuously, and the rich fragrance filled the air, with different aromas. He took a breath gently and judged that there seemed to be two kinds of wine in front of him. The color on the left was slightly purple with a faint fragrance, and the right was amber with a strong sweet smell.

"One cup per person! Don't drink now, and the food behind is also not allowed to take more!"

He looked around, and finally chose the purple wine. He carefully held up the wooden cup, feeling the weight and slightly cool touch of the wine cup. The rare holiday seemed more real at this moment. When the soldiers' shouts rang in his ears, he continued to walk forward along the passage.

In front of him was the area for collecting food, with a wooden sign composed of graphics and text on each side. He was illiterate, but he could recognize the graphics. The pattern on the left was a wheat plant, and the one on the right was an insect, which seemed to mark different types of food?

He frowned, and his eyes lingered between the two types of bread for a moment. The wheat bread on the left looked small and delicate, with a light yellow color, while the bread on the right looked larger and stronger, with a darker color, a rough crust, and a strange nutty smell.

As he was weighing, his stomach grumbled again, reminding him of his hunger. He quickly made up his mind and reached out to take the bread on the right, thinking that even if it tasted weird, at least it was more substantial and could fill his stomach. When he thought the collection was over, he found that the passage was still going on, and he could only walk forward along the passage. As he walked, he seemed to smell the smell of meat?

Soon, the next scene made him widen his eyes. He sometimes looked at the sausages and chunks placed there, and sometimes looked at the soldiers guarding there.

"Get out if you don't take it!" After seeing the inquiring eyes of Telankar, the soldier guarding there said nonchalantly.

Free food, and meat, there was no reason for him not to take it. For a moment, he was in a hurry. He held the cup tightly with his left hand to prevent the wine from spilling. At the same time, he threw the sign in his right hand into the wine and held the bread in his mouth. After doing all this, he took the sausages and chunks with his right hand. No, there was no passage behind, and the free food distribution ended here.

Just as Telankar was about to avoid the crowd and find a secluded place to enjoy the rare food, his eyes were attracted by a series of unusual figures.

A team of lizards stood upright and majestically in a row, with one guarding every ten steps. These lizards were burly and had an extraordinary aura. Their shoulder armor and arm guards shone coldly and dazzlingly in the sun, as if they were a mobile fortress. They held exaggerated heavy weapons, some holding huge war hammers, and some holding sharp halberds. The weapons looked natural and skillful in their claws, showing a strong oppressive force.

He felt a little uneasy and carefully observed each lizard. Although these lizards were motionless and no emotions could be seen on their faces, he could clearly feel that the existence of the lizards was like a copper wall, as if silently guarding the area behind them and not allowing anyone to offend easily.

While observing the lizards, he found that there were neatly arranged tables and chairs under the awning behind the lizards. Some of the Duruchi had already sat down to eat, with either a comfortable or proud look on their faces, and some even laughed heartily, enjoying a rare holiday.

He carefully adjusted the wooden cup and meat in his hand, trying not to make any noise and trying not to attract any attention. After taking a deep breath, he slowly passed through the gap in the middle of the two lizards, keeping his eyes on the ground and walking lightly and steadily. Even in such a peaceful holiday atmosphere, he still instinctively maintained his vigilance and did not dare to relax at all.

He looked around and finally found a relatively quiet seat in the corner and sat down quickly. He gently placed the purple wine on the table and took a deep breath to relieve the tension just now. Then, he picked up the bread and took a big bite. The bread had a rough texture, but it was firm and chewy, and had a strange taste.

Just as he was about to take the second bite of the rough but full bread, a heart-wrenching howl suddenly came. He caught the source of the sound and looked over the gap where the lizard guard was standing.

I saw two soldiers dragging a terrified Duruchi who kept crying and begging for mercy. The captured Duruchi tried to break free, but the soldier's hand tightly grabbed Duruchi's ankle. It was not until this moment that he noticed that there was a dark cage in the corner of the exit of the passage, and the dragged Duruchi was undoubtedly the first guest of the cage.

After the soldier locked the guest in the iron cage, he turned away indifferently, as if it was just a daily job, and the guest in the cage still shook the iron bars hard and roared desperately. After the soldiers left, the Duruchi under the awning burst into laughter, full of jokes and gloating, as if this scene was just a small episode in the festival.

Telankar took a bite of bread silently, and at the same time pricked up his ears, listening to the conversations of the Duruchi around him, trying to understand what happened before and after. Soon, he pieced together the whole story from the conversations around him, and also understood the function and rules of the black card in his hand.

It turns out that the holes on the sign are not just decorations, they each have their own meaning. The initial position of the hole indicates which ark the holder comes from, and the position of the hole on each ark is different, so as to distinguish the Duruch from each ark. When receiving food and drinks, a second hole will be punched on the sign to record the food that has been received on that day to prevent someone from receiving it multiple times.

He shook his head and continued to eat silently. He knew very well that the unlucky Duruch was caught because he tried to get another serving of food. The Duruch around him obviously knew about it. He glanced at the Duruch in the cage and was no longer surprised by this scene. Traps and teasing are common on the ark. Anyone may become a pastime for others in their spare time and be pushed into a trap.

During the festival, the Duruchs relax on the surface, but the cruelty in their bones remains the same. He continued to focus on his food and drinks, reminding himself in his heart: keep a low profile and stay away from trouble.

"To the Hand of the Witch King!"

"Praise to Matheran!"

He also raised his glass and toasted, then took a sip of the purple wine, the sweetness spread in his mouth, with a subtle sourness, which seemed to arouse some rare pleasure on his taste buds. He picked up the sausage again and took a bite, the full meaty aroma bloomed in his mouth, and the tight taste gave him an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

Although he didn't know the specific ingredients of the sausage, the rich meaty flavor and slightly salty spices were blended just right, making him unable to help but eat one bite after another, and he finished the sausage in one breath. Then, he burped and picked up the unknown yellow square block. After smelling it, he bit it down. It was a little sticky, but the taste was soft and sweet, mixed with fine granules, which made him have an endless aftertaste. Since he could remember, it was the first time he had eaten such sweet food.

The surrounding Druki kept talking and laughing, and the discussions kept drifting into his ears, revealing the true face of these foods. It turned out that the sausage in his hand was stuffed with a kind of meat called frog. He had never seen a frog, and he didn't care that he was eating frog. As long as it wasn't rat meat, he could accept it. As for the lump, it was shaqima? A dessert made of sugar and flour.

He looked down at his wine glass, and the purple wine was rippling slightly. It turned out that this was not wine, but chicha wine made from purple corn and mixed with water. And the bread... He recalled the rough and solid taste he had just eaten. It turned out that it was made of insect powder. No wonder it tasted strange. In the words of the surrounding Druki, it tasted nutty.

After taking a look at the bread, he took it to his nose and sniffed it, and then ate it again, carefully savoring the strange nutty taste. He didn't care that the bread was made of insect powder, as long as it was edible, and as a certain Druki said, the wine and bread were all chosen by himself.

For him, the food and drinks were plentiful. He hadn't eaten so much for a long time. On the black ark full of cruelty and conspiracy, it was a luxury to enjoy a full meal.

"You said..."

"It's gold, I'm sure!"

"Maslan, are you crazy?"

"It's forbidden to provoke the lizardmen in any way. If you want to die, don't implicate us!"

He was still eating and looked over after hearing the discussion. He saw a group of Duruchi staring at the armor on the shoulders of the lizardmen warriors. The metal surface shone in the sun, and it was indeed a dazzling luster similar to gold. He instantly understood what the group of Duruchi were discussing. An ominous premonition came to his mind. Instinct made him hold the wooden cup and the unfinished bread tightly, pretending to stand up casually and leave quietly.

He knew that his kind had always been greedy and reckless, and in this short holiday atmosphere, even a trivial impulse could cause a fatal trouble. He could imagine what Duruchi in the pavilion would experience once the group of lizards started moving.

"Telankar, you are here for vacation, not to seek death."

As he muttered, he walked towards the pavilion farther away, where there seemed to be not many people. After finishing the bread, he lowered his head and sipped the wine, feeling a hint of coolness sliding through his throat, with a sweet and sour aftertaste, as if reminding him of the preciousness of relaxation. This made him more determined that he would never get involved in any reckless plan.

Then, he started walking again. He did not want to drink the wine in one gulp. He planned to slowly taste the chicha wine mixed with water. However, when he crossed a block, he smelled a stronger and more tempting aroma coming from not far away. He was slightly stunned, and the wine in the glass suddenly lost its appeal.

This fragrance was rich in layers, with the aroma of barbecue fat, and faintly mixed with some sweet spices. It drifted with the breeze, seeming to arouse his deeper appetite.

He looked around, looking for the source of the fragrance. Not far away, there was a huge stall surrounded by Duruchi. (End of this chapter)