Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

December 24th, Christmas Eve... um, that's not right.

On December 23rd, two days before Aenarion's birthday, Dacreus leisurely entered the council chamber of the Black Tower of Naggarond.

As soon as he entered the door, he casually greeted Malekith on the throne, and then looked around the hall like he did when he first came here, looking east and west, as if he was curious about everything here, as if he had never been here before and everything he saw was new.

He wandered around for a long time until he had finally seen enough, then he slowly sat back in his seat. Originally, he wanted to find his old friend to chat and reminisce about the past, but after looking around, he found that he was gone.

To be precise, he was carried away by Hirsis.

As for where it was taken? Uh... he didn't ask, it wasn't important anyway.

Who is his good friend?

Ranis!

When talking about the Black Tower Council Hall or the Dark Council, one cannot avoid mentioning the former admiral of the Black Ark's Omen of Pain, Ranis Night Stalker.

Strictly speaking, their friendship is a bit complicated. After all, Darkius sent Ranis away personally, but this does not prevent him from still considering him a friend, just like Vlad back then... just like...

Having said that, in a sense, the moment when Daxus truly stepped onto the political stage of Naggaroth might be the moment he killed Lanis.

Of course, the political arena and power struggles were of no concern to him. After all, Naggaroth had plenty of stepping stones. If Lanis wasn't there, there would be other unlucky people to take his place.

What really concerned him was the map that Ranis left him.

Although the way it was given is a bit...

More than a decade later, the map remains a mystery and no one has been able to decipher its contents.

Daxus had also asked the core members of the original Omen of Pain through Aigrether before, but to no avail. No one knew how and when this map appeared on Ranis.

The last time Toad held a meeting, he sent the awakened Master Hui and Master Hui's die-hard supporter, Tenukli, who had fought alongside him, to the Southland. Master Hui's mission was to guard the Southland, protect the temple city with fog, interfere with the enemy, cooperate with the special prophet in guerrilla warfare, and control the special prophet's behavior within a reasonable range.

Tenukli's mission is to conduct a dragnet search in the south to find stone slabs and maintain the normal operation of the spirit vein nodes. In addition, he has a special mission: to find a location that matches the map.

A bit of a pungent smell...

Who is Hu Yi?

Daxus's big brother Ma started searching as soon as he got the map. When he returned to the continent of Lustria again, Master Ma told him very clearly: the location on the map is definitely not in the continent of Lustria.

Since it is not in Lustria, then it should be in the Southland? If it is not in the Southland, then there is only one place left? After the situation on the elves stabilizes, he plans to go and look for it himself. The reason why he went there in person was not only because of the map on Ranis, but also because of the map that Dastan gave him when he first came to this world.

if……

if……

That's really too crude...

I hope not, after all, it's too darkly humorous.

He looked back at Malekith, and seeing Malekith nodded, he nodded too.

At this moment, Delasir's heartbeat was roaring in her chest like a war drum. Excitement, anxiety, and excitement were rushing in her blood. She felt that her body was about to be ignited. She stood in front of the towering door of the Black Tower Council Hall, her fingers unconsciously stroking her dress. The dark blue dress was close to her body, and every inch of the fabric seemed to remind her: this day has finally come.

She had imagined this moment countless times in her mind, the moment she stepped into the Black Tower Council Hall, the center of power, the most central hall of the Duruchi society. And she finally had the qualifications to stand in front of this door. Her breathing was slightly rapid, and her chest trembled slightly with the ups and downs of her emotions.

She woke up early that day, even earlier than the day of the naval meeting, or perhaps she did not sleep well last night.

Before dawn, she sat up from the bed, as if the dreams that appeared and disappeared from time to time were urging her to welcome this moment. She first moved her body to dispel the remaining sleepiness, and then began to wash and dress. She washed her hair carefully twice until every strand of hair could be combed out.

As well as many other fleet captains, officers and senior managers from all walks of life who stepped into the council hall for the first time, they stood there, feeling nervous and excited.

Their breathing was equally rapid, their eyes were equally fiery, and Delasir could feel their emotions, a silent resonance, a shared expectation.

The door slowly opened, the heavy door making a low click.

The light in the council hall shone on Delasir's face, giving her a golden glow. She paused for a moment, then stepped in firmly. Every step was like stepping on her own heartbeat, heavy and powerful. Her eyes swept across the hall, and she wanted to take it all in. She knew that from this moment on, her fate would no longer be limited to the deck of the ship, but would be closely linked to this palace of power.

A faint smile appeared on her face. It was the smile of a winner, the smile of someone who finally stepped onto the stage.

Her future will start from here.

Ana Sara stood quietly in the crowd, seemingly calm on the surface, but complex emotions were surging uncontrollably in her heart.

She had lived for a long time and witnessed countless meetings of the Dark Council. From the first Dark Council to now, she had never missed any one. However, her position had changed several times, and power rose and fell like the tide, but she had always stood firm in the tide.

However, this time, her feelings were extremely unfamiliar.

At the last Dark Council, her best friend Morathi was still there, and so was Hellebron, who was from the same era as her.

And now... the once familiar figures will never appear again, even those figures who were sitting there have disappeared, and no one knows where they have been moved to.

Her gaze fell in the direction of the throne in front of her. The being was still high above, but light replaced the original black shadow, covering the entire council hall.

The sound of footsteps nearby brought her back to reality from her memories. She turned her head and looked at her son Newker who was standing beside her, then glanced at the family members around her.

She smiled, nodded slightly to the younger generations, and then stepped forward and entered the parliament hall.

With her went her son Nukel, Dulias' daughter Colonia, and her son Maranul, and Dacius's betrothed Drusala.

They walked in this palace of power with steady steps and solemn expressions. As they moved forward, the power of the Hell's Disaster Family also climbed to a new peak, becoming the most powerful existence in Naggaroth.

The parliament hall was still as grand and cold as he remembered. The huge round table was once a battlefield for power struggles. But now, the huge round table, which symbolized the tradition of parliament, was cut in half by Dacus. This cut was both physically and politically significant.

The round table no longer exists, having become both a relic of the old times and a symbol of the new…

After the round table was cut, it was moved five meters towards the throne under the command of the micro-manipulation master Daxus.

Today, new rules will be made here, a new order will be born here, and new names will leave their mark in this parliament hall.

When everyone sat down at the round table, Daquus raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded to the people who greeted him with their eyes. Then he turned to look at Malekith, and the Witch King's eyes fell on him. He did not speak, but raised his hand, put his five fingers together, and arched his palm slightly inward, making an arc gesture. Seeing that Malekith did not understand immediately, he shrugged and turned his gaze to the direction of the door.

According to court etiquette, the person sitting at the semicircular table was undoubtedly the most powerful core member, but the current seating arrangement made Dacus frown. People from the central administration and local administration were mixed together with no distinction between the primary and the secondary. This was really inappropriate.

If we want to truly reflect the power structure, the ideal solution is to further adjust this table that has been cut into half a circle, placing the central administration at the front and the local administration slightly behind to distinguish the levels and responsibilities.

What's more, with the development of the system, more people will join in the future, and the current seating arrangement is obviously not applicable in the long run.

However, now is not the time to worry about these details, we can change them later.

"Loic's dance... This feeling is really strange, do you understand?" Tyrandor walked slowly to Seonlan's side and whispered, "I know this day will come sooner or later, but... until this moment, it still feels a little unreal."

After hearing this, Seonglan turned his head and gave a meaningful smile, with an expression of "I understand" in his eyes.

Seeing that Seonlan responded to him, Tyrandor shook his head helplessly, a smile that made him feel helpless, and then he took a step forward and walked into the conference hall with Seonlan.

The layout of the conference hall has changed a lot. In addition to the round table that was once complete but is now cut in half, six new stepped stands have been added around it, fanning out from the round table.

The seats in the stands are arranged from high to low. The higher the status, the closer the seat is to the round table, while the relatively less important ones are arranged in a higher area, overlooking the entire hall.

The leftmost stand after entering the gate is the navy stand, the middle area belongs to the dragonborn, and the area near the gate is the bureaucratic stand. The two stands on the far right belong to the army and industry respectively, and the religious forces are sandwiched between the two.

At this point, the political structure of the Duruch society and even the entire elven world in the future was officially established. The Witch King (Phoenix King) was at the top, the central and local administrations were decentralized, and the five pillars of the military, religion, industry, administration, and dragons each occupied a place, maintaining the stable operation of the huge empire.

In addition to these five pillars, there is also a spellcaster system, but Daxus does not have a dedicated seat for it, but instead integrates it into the five pillars.

As the last few participants took their seats, Daxus turned to look at Malekith again, and their eyes met in the air. This time, unlike before, the brief gaze between them carried a silent understanding.

Then he slowly stood up.

At this moment, the entire parliament hall seemed to be shrouded in an invisible majesty.

Everyone present, whether it was Duruchi, Asur, Ainir, or Aslai, stood up at the same time as if they were attracted by some signal, and stood solemnly. Dresses of various styles swayed slightly under the interlaced reflections of candlelight and magical light, like an ocean surging in silence.

If it were someone else, they might be overwhelmed with emotion in this situation. But Dacus's expression was as calm as ever, his eyes were as deep as the abyss, and his heart was pure, as if this was not a moment worth being moved, but a very ordinary one. He just slowly raised his hand and made a downward gesture, indicating that everyone should take a seat.

However, just when he was halfway through the movement, he suddenly paused, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he remembered something interesting, and then he hummed softly.

"When the tides of Chaos rent the skies, and the tides of Daemons devoured Ulthuan, great Aenarion arose from the flames..."

His voice was not high-pitched, but it had a strange magnetism that reverberated in the huge parliament hall like ripples falling into a calm lake, causing layers of echoes.

After a short silence, Malekith slowly stood up, and his deep voice, like the sound of swords clashing, followed closely and joined the chanting. Then, more and more voices gathered, first the core members sitting around the round table, and then the people in the stands, one after another followed the chanting, like a chain reaction. Even the red dragons who had nothing to do with it were infected by the atmosphere and hummed unconsciously.

The song gradually rose, echoing in the magnificent council hall. Every note contained ancient glory and grandeur, chanting the great name that had long since become a legend. This was a martial arts song composed by Tolandil, and it had been widely praised since its creation. Now, it had become the most symbolic ode of this new era.

When the last verse of the melody slowly fell, the lingering sound of the song still echoed in the hall that Aenarion had once used, and even the air was filled with the heaviness and glory of that history.

Daxus extended his hand again, and this time, without pausing, he motioned for everyone to take a seat.

There was no applause, no cheers, not even any extra words.

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As for clapping, they are so clear, they keep clapping, whoever stops first will be on the list...

At this moment, tranquility replaced the noise, and solemnity replaced the hypocritical praise.

"Welcome everyone here." Daxus lowered his head and adjusted his sleeves, speaking calmly.

His voice was neither hurried nor slow. He did not deliberately exaggerate his emotions, nor did he make long and empty speeches. His words were crisp and clear, and he got straight to the point.

"Today, our main topic is... personnel appointments! The second is investment matters."

His eyes swept across everyone present, his gaze was steady and sharp, as if he was weighing the responsibilities and future missions on everyone's shoulders one by one.

After a moment, he slowly took out a comb from his arms, casually inserted it into his hair, and slowly combed it. This set of movements was so natural that it seemed as if the meeting that would determine the future of the entire Nagaros was just a routine meeting, or even an ordinary morning grooming.

This is Dacus!

His control is not only reflected on the battlefield and in political situations, but even in such occasions, he can use the most daily actions to demonstrate his transcendent attitude.

After all, big meetings handle small things, and small meetings handle big things.

The core topics of the meeting have already been determined, and some candidates were finalized several years ago. Today's meeting is just a formal announcement process.

"Newker Hellbane."

When his voice sounded, Newker, wearing a new dress, slowly stood up, his expression calm and determined, waiting for the formal appointment.

"Military rank: Army Commander, Sky Chief, Leader of Taliondan."

After he finished speaking, Newker's expression was still as cold as a stone tablet, without any fluctuation. He just clenched his right fist steadily and pounded it hard on his chest. The dull sound of the impact echoed in the silent parliament hall. Then he raised his arm and raised it high in the direction of Malekith and Daquus, his eyes like torches.

The Varahars not far from him and the officers on the army stand stood up almost at the same moment, their movements in unison, as if being pulled by the same invisible thread. Their arms were raised, and their saluting postures were like a forest of steel, solemn and dignified.

Isharion and Bel-Ahor, who were arranged in the religious area, watched all this with serious expressions, then looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

Everything seemed orderly, without too much ceremony, oaths or shouting. This was the parliament of Duruchi, not a stage for a play, and the transfer of power did not require fancy words or sensational performances.

No one jumped out and shouted: Why?

Because they all knew that in Naggaroth, the exercise of power did not need to be explained. Once a decision was made, it was a foregone conclusion and could only be worked out slowly in the future.

Besides, Newker's qualifications are unmatched by anyone present, and his record is like a towering monument, weighing on everyone's mind.

After a moment, Newker sat down calmly.

"Next... Dacus Hellbane." Dacus's voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the council hall. Then, the corners of his mouth slightly raised with a hint of smile, "Should I sit down first, and then stand up?"

His voice was somewhat teasing, causing a low laugh in the council chamber.

The laughter soon died down, and Daxus raised his hand to signal, his movements were calm and elegant. The moment he made this gesture, everyone in the navy stand stood up and saluted in unison in the direction of him and Malekith. There was respect in everyone's eyes, as well as an indescribable complex emotion.

"My rank is the Navy's Grand Commander, and as the Chief of Raging Waves, I lead Seyuan Yutao."

"The Eternal Weaver, Anasara Hellbane, the Arcane Director of the Arcane Academy."

The process was the same as before, without any changes. There was no speech or address, as it was an internal matter of the department. The transfer of power seemed so simple, yet so heavy.

"Star Iron Chanter, Koliocolonia Hell's Disaster, Director of Engineering and Construction of the Institute of Engineering and Construction."

"Furnace Guardian, Mikum Speedsteel, Deputy Director of Engineering, Institute of Engineering, assisting the Director of Engineering in his work."

Mikum was the Vaal priest in charge of the drum experiment. He was selected by other Vaal priests.

Later, will the high-ranking female flame sorceress who serves the incarnation of the God of Fire also become the deputy minister of the Ministry of Industry? Will the religious forces within the Ministry of Industry form a three-legged tripod?

However, this is still unknown. Now the high-ranking official is sitting in the religious seat, but Daxus has no intention of communicating with him. After all, she has no say in this matter. Daxus needs to take some time to return to Krakarond and go to the Black Ridge Mountains to have a good talk with Adaeus.

"The Weaver of Ten Thousand Scrolls, Drusala, the Director of the Divine Knowledge Institute."

"The Singer of Wisdom, Malagos, is the Deputy Director of the Holy Wisdom Institute and is responsible for carrying out the education work of Asriel."

Just as Daxus said, Malagos is not here, but in Asheril, but the necessary procedures must still be followed.

It keeps going… No.

Hagrid Graves, Night Warden Draka, dressed in a black suit, slowly stood up and accepted the appointment on behalf of his daughter. His movements were steady and solemn, and his black suit shone slightly under the light of the parliament hall, like an extension of the night.

His expression was equally calm, as if all this was just a routine matter. However, when he looked at Malekith and Daxus, there was a hint of gratitude in his eyes that was difficult to conceal.

It was an emotion hidden deep in his heart. He knew that as long as he did not mess around, his family would always be at the pinnacle of power in the Duruchi society and even the entire elven society. This gratitude was not only a recognition of power, but also a commitment to the future.

"Master of the Myriad Aspects, Tolandir Hongye, Director of the Spiritual Oracle Institute."

"The Eternal Dream Weaver, Ryan Lafarel, Deputy Director of the Oracle Institute, is responsible for carrying out the publicity work for Asherel."

Immediately afterwards, Ryan's name was read out, and Tolandil, who had sat down again, stood up again to complete the acceptance of the appointment on behalf of Ryan.

The first thing Dacus reads is the "honorific title". "The Chanter of All Aspects" is equivalent to "Varahar". Once the honorific title is read, you will know what the holder of the honorific title is responsible for and what his official position is. (This is explained in Chapter 564/565)

These two 'titles' and 'honorific titles' look blue and purple, and sound like blue and purple, but in reality... they do exist, but they don't either.

Wanxiang, this word means "the diversity of art forms" in Elsalin.

Chanting, naturally, is holy chant, which is an essential skill for bards, war dancers, and other religious priests.

The combination is a master performer who is proficient in all art forms and can convey information through singing, dancing and the play of light and shadow.

Eternity embodies the eternal charm of art.

To put it together, an art master who is good at weaving collective memories and ideal visions can use silk threads to weave a moving scroll.

That’s all for culture, publicity and education for now.

The Cultural Institute will not be established for the time being until after the King's Reach in Ulthuan, but related work must still be started, jointly led by Drusala and Tolandil.

Travel, travel? Is it for labor dispatch? This is too...

The same thing will be said in another place a hundred years later.

There is nothing much to say about the official positions of these two people, as they were decided long ago.

When Dacus read out the appointment, there was no noise or questioning. Although Tolandir and Ryan were Ainel, and although many of the Duruchi present did not know Ryan Lafarel, Tolandir's presence was enough to calm all doubts.

Tolandil stood in the center of the hall, his eyes calm and firm, with a calm confidence. His presence was like a silent declaration, declaring that the cooperation between Ainel and Druki was not a castle in the air, but was built on real efforts.

"The Chanter of All Living Things, Hemara, the House of All Peoples, the Director of All Peoples."

As soon as Hemala's name came out, the atmosphere in the hall seemed to stagnate for a moment.

This person has something to say. (End of this chapter)