Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Marlene stood not far away, her long cyan dress shimmering in the light, like the sea rippling slightly under the night sky. Her hair was piled high, with jewel pins firmly fixing the golden light in her hair, and her long diamond earrings swayed gently with her subtle movements, reflecting a faint cold light.

She looked at Eltharion quietly, her eyes calm and without any ripples, no apology, no sadness, no guilt, and no nostalgia, as if there had never been any intersection between them, and they were not even just acquaintances, as if it was not her who decided to send Eltharion to Naggaroth.

She had no intention of getting close to Eltharion, and did not make any unnecessary moves. She only nodded slightly when their eyes met, and then turned around without hesitation and disappeared into the bustling crowd.

Eltharion stood there, watching Marlene's back as she walked away, without asking any questions or calling out to her. Although Marlene had just nodded, he knew everything.

"Why didn't I see you just now?"

"That's because I just arrived." Facing Eltharion's curiosity, Finarfin responded casually. As he spoke, he put a piece of cake into his mouth, then took a sip from the wine glass to dilute the sweetness in his mouth. After swallowing, he added casually, "There are too many people outside, more than ever before. Fortunately, I have lived in this city for a long time before, so it is easy to find the way."

"Eat slowly. No one is going to snatch your food." Eltharion smiled and shook his head, his eyes sweeping over the endless stream of guests at the banquet. "I just arrived today too. Did you have a smooth journey?"

Finarfin hummed, swallowed the last bite of cake, and then raised his chin towards the distance.

Isharion followed his gaze and saw a group of people gathered together in the depths of the courtyard, talking to each other. Some of their expressions were serious, some were casual. He knew some of them.

Admiral Karadoria stood out in the crowd, with her golden hair fluttering in the breeze and her purple and white admiral uniform. Next to her stood Stormweaver Galindorm in a robe, and on the other side was Adjutant Keldorim in a navy uniform.

Admiral Karadoria is a Cosquie, and enjoys a high reputation. The fleet she commands is directly deployed by the "Sea Lord" Aislin in the northwest of Ulthuan, responsible for patrolling and defense. Her flagship "Sunspear" is a magnificent dragon ship, with a catamaran structure, extremely fast, and a sail made of silk with the image of the Everqueen embroidered on it. When it sails on the sea, it is like a god inspecting the world.

As for Storm Weavers, Asur has always had them, and they appeared earlier than Duruchi. Marin, Belloda, and Adeanna are all Storm Weavers. But the Storm Weavers in Asur are not organized, but are scattered. They are located in the Temple of Maserlan in the Drifting Islands, and are often unattended. They are simply incomparable to the organized ones in Chapeyuto.

Isharion also saw several familiar figures, Aliana Brighteyes, Celincia Wavecaller and Elionis Wavecaller.

Aliana and Celincia are both Triton commanders, and Elionis is Celincia's younger brother and a storm weaver who specializes in providing spell support to his sister.

He knew them, for these were men from southern Iris.

"I came back with Delamaril's ship." Finarfin's voice sounded again, with a somewhat casual tone.

"Is the misunderstanding resolved?"

Eltharion turned his head and looked at Finarfin, his tone revealing a bit of inquiry. He certainly knew that the Sunfire Amulet had caused a conflict between Twilight Fortress and Dawn Fortress. According to common sense, Finarfin, as the commander of Twilight Fortress, would never easily board the Dawn Fortress ship to return to Ulthuan.

"Of course, it's official business. After all, the pressure in Twilight Fortress is very high right now." Finarfin shrugged, speaking casually, as if it was just an ordinary voyage. "I'll come back after completing the mission."

Eltharion did not ask further questions. His eyes inadvertently swept through the crowd and soon caught two familiar figures - Dramariel and Imlarion. These two were the deputy commanders of Dawnhold, with the same status as Finarfin, but with different styles. Dramariel had a griffin partner, while Imlarion was proficient in eagle language and had a loyal giant eagle as a combat partner.

In 2493 Imperial, the two deputy commanders went on a mission to the Plain of Bones in the Dark Land to confirm whether the huge stone tablet there was Anureil's tomb, and to try to retrieve Anureil's remains and the legendary navigation stone. (Hammel 3 Hybrid and High Elf Landmark)

Imlarion led the vanguard to the Tomb of Anurel, but what awaited them was not an ancient legacy, but a group of vicious greenskin raiders. The battle broke out unexpectedly, and the Asurs tried their best and finally repelled the enemy, but they also paid a heavy price. In order to ensure that the follow-up troops could arrive smoothly, he sent scouts to return to the main force as soon as possible, urging them to speed up their march to prevent the greenskins from regrouping and making a comeback.

Facts have proved that his judgment was correct. The group of greenskins was the vanguard of the slave army of the Zar Dwarves. Just when Asur's vanguard was still adjusting the battle line, the main force of the Zar Dwarves rushed out from the night and launched a bloody battle. Fortunately, at dawn, the main force arrived in time, and the army led by Dramaliel quickly joined the battle and barely stabilized the front line.

In this fierce battle, Dramaliel's griffin tore a Lamasu to pieces, and Imlarion personally killed a Zaar dwarf warlock prophet.

Despite Asur's heroic efforts, the battle ended in a bitter victory for the Dwarves of Zaar, who took the Guidance Stone and forced the Elves to retreat from the battlefield.

Who is Anureil?

Learn about the Anureil Peninsula, the southernmost tip of the continent of Lustria.

During the Barshana period, the elves began to explore the world outside of Ulthuan. Many explorers and navigators emerged at that time, such as Belsarius who went deep into the heart of Lustria, and...

Anurel was one of them. The dragon ships he commanded crossed many oceans of the world. In 2739 BC, he set out to find a route to Cathay. The fleet successfully bypassed the tip of the Southland, but then disaster struck.

The Navigation Stone can be said to be a divine artifact, one of the artifacts lost by the elves outside of Ulthuan. The user can sense the flow of ocean tides, wind direction, and observe the stars. Of course, this so-called artifact is still a level lower than the Sunfire Amulet. (The protagonist will pass by when he goes to Dragon Island, a side quest)

"Who's that person wearing an eyepatch?" Eltharion's eyes swept across the crowd and fell on a strange figure, a female elf wearing an eyepatch.

"Isaya Vess." Finarfin followed Eltharion's gaze and answered vaguely with a piece of cake in his mouth. He swallowed the food, picked up the wine glass to moisten his throat, and then added: "She is from Itain, a rising star. During your absence, she was promoted from an ordinary sea guard to the captain of the sea guard in a very short time. Aislin is very fond of her." At this point, he paused and lowered his voice, "By the way, don't ask about her eyes."

"Am I such an idiot?" Eltharion turned his gaze to Finarfin and curled his lips speechlessly. "Also, are you hungry?"

“Shouldn’t I be hungry?” Finarfin stopped eating, holding the food and drink in his hands, staring at Eltharion, “Don’t you know that tonight is a long night? I don’t want to eat at the most important time. This is experience!”

"A moment..." Eltharion muttered, and then he revealed his true intentions. "Which side are you going to stand on?"

“Since you have come to see me…” Finarfin stared at Eltharion with blazing eyes. He knew what Eltharion was asking, but he was in a dilemma. He was unsure of Eltharion’s approach. Although the Eltharion standing in front of him was stronger than before, he was also a stranger to him. “Well, my dear Eltharion, since you are not hungry, don’t stand here and disturb me while I eat. You should get out of here. Thank you!”

Knowing what was going on, Isharion said nothing more, nodded, and left. However, before he could take a few steps and look around for where to go next, he was surrounded by two people.

“Hey…”

"Am I seeing right? Isn't this that person?"

"Look, look, who's back?"

Two teasing voices sounded from not far away, and Eltharion smiled, a smile from the heart, with the joy of reuniting after a long separation. He opened his arms and gave Ahair a strong hug, then patted him on the back. After the two separated, Perion followed closely, and the three of them were like they had never been apart. There was no strangeness between them, only a familiar tacit understanding.

"You are really unpredictable." Perrian let go of his hand and looked at Eltharion, his tone half complaining and half teasing, "You disappeared without a word back then, without even leaving a message, and it's been so many years since you left."

"We thought you were staying there forever and had no intention of coming back." Ahail smiled and shook his head.

"I had planned to come back earlier, but... as you know, it's very difficult to get out of Elsing Alvin once you enter." Isharion shrugged, with a slightly helpless arc at the corner of his mouth.

"Humph, you make it sound like you're trapped there." Perrine sneered, his eyes teasing. "If you really wanted to leave, you would have left long ago. Don't tell me you were tied to a tree, singing lullabies to our cousins ​​all day long."

"Uh..." Eltharion touched his nose and then smiled, "Not really... It's just that there are some things I want to learn and see."

"Oh?" Ahail raised his eyebrows and looked at Eltharion meaningfully. "Then tell me, what have you learned?"

"A lot." Eltharion paused for a moment, looking into the night sky. The light of the lanterns reflected in his eyes, as if reflecting his experiences over the years. "They have a lot to learn, whether it's their fighting style, lifestyle, or their beliefs."

"Fighting style? Do you mean their dancing style of fighting that involves dodging and evading enemies? Or the shooting tactics of hiding in the forest with a longbow?" Upon hearing this, Perrine crossed his arms, tilted his head slightly, and said with disdain.

"If you understand it that way, then you are correct, but it is not just that. Their warriors are much more flexible than we thought. Their war dancers can integrate combat into dance and precisely control every subtle movement of the body. This skill can save lives in battle."

Eltharion told the truth, but the time and place did not match, only the characters matched. When he was in Naggaroth, he did learn a lot from the war dancers.

"It sounds amazing." Ahail nodded, "But why do you want to learn these? Aren't you better at facing the enemy head-on?"

"On the battlefield, mastering more skills is never a bad thing." Eltharion smiled, his eyes flashing with a hint of profound meaning.

"Besides these, have you learned anything else? For example... women?" Perriand stared at Eltharion, suddenly changed the subject, smiled and winked.

"Uh..." Isharion was a little helpless, "Can't you be serious?"

"Why are you not serious? We care about you, dear Eltharion." Perriand spread his hands, his face full of teasing, "You have been there for so long, you must have learned nothing but fighting, right? Isn't there any girl who is attracted to you?"

Eltharion glanced at Perrine and didn't bother to pay attention.

"Come on, Perrine, stop teasing him. Seriously, when you come back this time, do you intend to stay in Tor Yvresse forever, or do you have other plans?"

"Tol Yvresse is my home, of course I will come back. But... I come back not just to go home." Eltharion pondered for a moment, glanced at the guests who were talking not far away, and said slowly.

Ahail and Perrine looked at each other, and saw some ambiguous emotions in each other's eyes.

"From what you said, there will be big moves next?" Perrine raised his eyebrows.

"You will know later." Eltharion did not answer directly.

"Forget it, I won't ask anymore. Anyway, you never like to explain things in detail. But now that you are back, enjoy tonight." Ahail stared at Isharion for a moment, suddenly smiled and patted Isharion's shoulder.

"That's right. No matter what happens in the future, let's have a good drink tonight!" Perrine smiled and raised his glass.

"Cheers to our reunion." After taking a glass of wine from the waiter's tray, Eltharion raised his glass and clinked it with theirs.

Ahail and Perriand were Eltharion's childhood friends. They studied and practiced martial arts together, and their family ties were also quite close.

"I doubt anyone other than Italis could be better with a sword than you, but if there is anyone, it would be Ahair, or maybe Perion? Besides, Ahair has much more experience with a spear than you do, and he has more experience in tournament fighting than you do, which is more like a sport to him than a battle?" - Asaris to Tyrion.

The first time Tyrion met Ahair was at the tournament held in Avalon in the year 2300 of the Imperial Calendar. At that time, Julian poisoned the tenth Everqueen, and the eleventh succeeded to the throne, the well-known Alarielle.

The purpose of the tournament is to choose a champion for the Everqueen, and naturally, the heroes of Ulthuan gather in Avalon.

When Ahair first met Tyrion, he was wearing the silver armor of Itherama and riding an impressive warhorse. His expression was serious, but he gave Tyrion a friendly wave as he passed by.

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"He is a great warrior, he has killed hundreds of Druki. He has never lost a joust, he rides more Arionian than Arion. He is brave, noble, of ancient blood, a famous poet, an excellent dancer, a brave war leader, he has everything a hero should have, as well as boredom and silence." - Asaris's evaluation of Arhail.

It turns out that Asaris was right. Ahair was very good at swordsmanship, but... but, but, Tyrion's swordsmanship was even better. But then again, Asaris was right.

In the first few jousting matches, Ahair won easily. Tyrion had never seen a warrior so skilled in using a spear. In his hand, the spear seemed like a part of his body, and he could easily knock his opponent's shield off his horse and knock him off his horse.

During the game, Ahair stood quietly at the other end of the playing field, waiting for the horn to sound.

The horn sounded, the horses thundered forward, and the two warriors collided like two comets.

For a moment, Tyrion was so overjoyed that he thought he had won, but at the last moment, Ahair raised his shield and deflected his spear. The next second, he found himself flying through the air, and when he landed, the crowd cheered.

He forced himself to stand up, walked to where Ahair was waiting for him, and saluted Ahair gracefully. Ahair also responded in kind, and his pretentious look made him hold back and not curse.

The crowd congratulated Ahair, and he limped away, sore and tired. No one paid any attention to the loser, and he watched the game alone in the stands throughout the long afternoon.

Tai Ritian, who had the template of the protagonist, lost.

Prince Ahail from the kingdom of Yvresse won.

The tournament only has two events, one on foot and one on horseback. Tyrion is the champion on foot. If Ahair wins the horseback fight, then the two of them will be evenly matched, and it will be up to the Everqueen and her advisors to decide who will be the final champion.

However……

That night, Dorion arrived, and he and his forces came to Avalon through the portal of the Slaanesh Daemon Nakari.

Who is Dorion?

Dorien Silverblade.

However, due to the brilliant appearance of Dacreus, Dorien's life trajectory changed. Before Eltharion left Naggaroth, he served as Valahar of Asheril, with the rank of High-level Dread Lord and Commander of the Army Group.

Relying on his excellent abilities, Asherel's special status and the network of relationships behind him, he was among the first to be promoted and had a reorganized army of 200,000 under his command.

What is the concept of this?

Nine fully-strength corps and three army groups capable of handling various battles.

Moreover, as time goes by, he will have more troops at his disposal.

That night turned into a sleepless night for the Asur as the army of Druki launched its surprise attack, and the Everqueen's champion was naturally not chosen. Druki destroyed the tournament camp, and captured or killed thousands of Asur.

Tyrion played the role of a hero saving a damsel in distress. Half an hour after Dorien captured Alarielle, he took Alarielle and escaped from the pursuit of the Druchi army.

That night, Ahail and his followers camped at the edge of the tournament grounds. After a day of excitement, he couldn't sleep, so he went to check on the sentries, but he found one of them seemed to be asleep. When he went to check, he found that the sentry's throat was slit, and then he was surrounded. He fought and shouted warnings.

Soon the entire camp became a battlefield, and he gathered his warriors to form a battle formation. Then, he tried to get closer to the center of the camp to protect the Everqueen, but between him and the camp, a group of Druki troops stood there. In the end, he could only lead the group of warriors to break through, and in the process of breaking through, he was covered by Perion who came with him.

"He thinks he's humorous, but if you ask me, he's a very annoying person! He's conceited, arrogant, and spoiled, a typical elven noble. He's the true example of all the shortcomings of the elves. If I wanted to choose an elf to represent all the shortcomings of our race, it would definitely be him!" - Asaris's evaluation of Perion's character compared to Ahair's character.

But this cannot deny Perriand's military accomplishments and skills. In order to cover his best friend's breakout, he died that night.

When Asaris was found by Tyrion, he was lying on the ground, staring at the sky. If it weren't for the huge wound on his throat, blood gushing out of it, he looked like he was drunk. He, Tyrion's good friend and the son of the Emerald Sea family, also died that night.

A few days later, Ahair met Teclis who came to look for his brother. A few days later, the Battle of Finuwa Plains began.

The two sides stopped and confronted each other outside the range of each other's crossbows. At this time, a Duruchi messenger appeared in front of the Asur army and invited the Asur warriors to fight in a championship duel.

"I am willing to fight! Let me prove with my actions that Malekith is not terrible, but just a pathetic guy."

It was not Tyrion who shouted this, but Ahair. Because the camp was raided that night, the Everqueen's champion was not chosen. But there is no doubt that he believes that he is the Everqueen's true champion warrior, and he will prove it now!

"I wish to bless you, Ahair, but my gifts belong only to Tyrion." - Alarielle said this when Ahair sought her blessing and gifts.

"It is enough for me to have your blessing. I respect your decision." Ahail accepted the words of the Eternal Queen with an elegant gesture.

Then, the "Champion of Malekith" Italis and Ahair, who were in front of the two armies, attacked at the same time, and their swords were so fast that people couldn't keep up. After a few rounds, as a blood-red flower exploded in Ahair's chest, the Asurs let out a painful cry, and no one dared to believe that the duel had been decided so quickly.

Ahair was dead, the great Asur warrior was dead, killed by the sword of Italis.

At this moment, just as Isharion, Ahail and Perriand were drinking together, Italis, who was talking with Bel-Tanya in the distance, turned his eyes and looked over.

After a subtle glance from Italis, he looked at Bell-Tanya who was enjoying the wine in front of him. When the archmage raised the glass to the highest point, a smile appeared on his lips.

Oh, and he has another name...

In Ulthuan, there are many great wizards, and Bel-Tanya, an Itaen, is one of them. At this moment, she has black hair and wears a thin and flowing green silk robe. The clothes are close to her body curves, but strangely, she gives people a trance-like and drowsy feeling.

There are many rumors about her in Ulthuan. It is said that she originally had blonde hair, but due to her preference for various hallucinogenic mushrooms, her hair turned black. In addition, there are various rumors. However, these cannot deny that she is an excellent scholar and wizard. She is one of Finnubar's most trusted advisors. After Finnubar became the Phoenix King, she became one of the few great wizards in Ulthuan with political influence, comparable to Marin.

Although Eltharion was not the protagonist tonight, he was very busy. After making an appointment with Ahair and Perriand to practice martial arts, he came to his brother and Meleria.

Merelia Deliand is from southern Ivresse, but she usually works in Tor Ivresse, responsible for trade negotiations and business affairs. Her family owns five Albatross-class merchant ships, each captained by a trusted retainer. With the opening of the sea, her business has become more intensive.

Unlike the Kingdom of Cosque in the north, whose territory is composed of a rectangle, the territory of the Kingdom of Iris is long and narrow from south to north, with a beauty that mirrors that of Chile.

This also led to the political division of the Kingdom of Yvresse. The families living in the south usually concentrated in Elsali, and their eyes were focused on the sea rather than the land. Who made the available land there too scarce and too close to the Kingdom of Itain? The important city there, Elsali, had a crater behind it, just like Tal Yvresse.

The marriage between the two families in the north and south of Ivresse is undoubtedly a very obvious political signal.

After a hug and a few words, Eltharion started walking around again. He greeted Kaia Van Maris, a guest from Lauren Lauren.

Afterwards, he chatted with Alaros, the visitor from Athel Loren.

There is a story when these two stand together...

This is a long story, and it also involves Lilith, whom everyone loves... (End of this chapter)