Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

The captain of the Black Guard is different from Kolan. He is the captain, and he is the real captain. Kolan's captain is a title, while his captain is a military position.

He stood in the cold wind, frowning deeply, and swept his eyes over the sparse team in front of him. The disgust and disdain in his eyes almost solidified. His face was cold and hard, like a cold statue carved by the wind and snow, and the contempt in his eyes was not concealed at all.

How can these people be called soldiers?

Their standing posture was loose and their formation was chaotic. Some people were even still immersed in confusion and fear, with evasive eyes and stiff bodies, lacking even the most basic military discipline.

They were completely different from the strong people he knew.

What disgusted him even more was that he had to face such a group of weaklings.

He knew that the Witch King had mercy on the weak and implemented a series of policies to change the Duruchi society, and even proposed the theory that not all Duruchi were born to be trampled underfoot. But in his opinion, the weak are weak after all, and the weak can only linger on. Only those who survived the trial of iron and fire are qualified to be called Duruchi.

But he still shouted out the order according to the script, his tone was cold and majestic, like a knife cutting through the dead silent air.

"Listen up! The Sword of Edreze Kindergarten is about to open. Thanks to the grace of the Witch King and the Witch King's Hand, the Kindergarten begins to recruit underage students! This is a precious opportunity, a chance to change your life! Anyone interested, stand in front of me within five minutes, and I will take you on a three-day trial!"

After he finished speaking, he slowly glanced at the soldiers who were still confused, then stood there silently, waiting.

The next moment, the military camp was in an uproar. There were noises one after another, and there were people gasping for air in the crowd, and some even clenched their fists in excitement.

The word "Cubyard" implies the meaning of hatchery in Drusil language.

For a moment, soldiers of different ages in the barracks showed completely different reactions.

Some sighed that they were already adults and had missed the opportunity, and could only watch the excited children beside them embark on a path they never dared to hope for.

Some were full of envy, but more were jealous. They stared at the young children with sharp eyes, as if they were watching the door of fate slowly closing before their eyes.

Some children were still confused, they had not yet truly understood the significance of this opportunity and did not know how the future would change, while others were already clenching their fists in excitement.

Fergal looked up at his mother, his eyes full of longing.

He wants to go! He must go!

In the past, he was full of yearning for war, eager to make achievements on the battlefield, climb up step by step, and become a dread lord. He had envisioned himself wearing armor and holding a halberd, standing at the forefront of the army, leading the soldiers to charge into battle, killing countless enemies, and finally winning his own glory.

However, reality shattered his fantasy.

Cruel forced conscription, meaningless labor, ruthless orders, and endless oppression completely shattered all his imaginations. After being severely smashed by the iron fist of reality, he once gave up hope and felt that he was just a meaningless name in the vast sea of ​​people.

But now, fate has reached out to him again.

Halina looked at Fergal with worry in her eyes. She could imagine the risks of this trial. If she failed, she might be eliminated or even lose her life. But she also knew that this might be the only chance for her child.

The words of the Hand of the Witch-King in his speech flashed through her mind: A new age has arrived.

Maybe, it's really different?

She sighed deeply, then smiled softly and firmly and stretched out her arms.

Fergal was stunned for a moment, then he threw himself into his mother's arms. He didn't know what the trial would be like, nor did he know if he could come back alive, but he knew that his mother would not stop him.

His mother allowed him to pursue his own destiny.

"Go." Halina said softly, her voice was gentle but powerful, "Seize this opportunity, my child."

The captain of the Black Guard stood aside, watching the scene indifferently, and the disdainful light in his eyes paused slightly.

He suddenly remembered his past.

He also had a mother.

He still remembered the days when he was young in the Black Tower. He was scarred and bruised all over. When he licked his wounds alone in the darkness, the only image that came into his mind that could bring him comfort was his mother's arms.

He had wanted to return to that embrace countless times, but he could never go back. He was no longer the helpless child he used to be. Now, he had become the captain of the Black Guard, the halberd in his hand was already stained with blood, and even the emotions he once had were gradually erased.

He forced himself to retract his thoughts and looked forward coldly.

Five minutes passed quickly.

All the minors who met the requirements stood up and stood in front of the Black Guards. The team was crooked and obviously had not received more in-depth training, but their eyes were no longer confused, but full of desire and expectation. They stood under the shadow of the Black Guards, looking up at these powerful warriors, waiting for their fate to be decided.

The captain of the black guard took one last look around, said nothing more, raised his hand slightly, and then turned around.

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The mornings in the military camp were still dull and the breakfast was still terrible, but at least it filled my stomach.

After the soldiers finished their meal, they found that the heavy tasks of the past had not arrived, so they began to gather in groups of three or four, talking in low voices, or simply returned to the temporary barracks to continue sleeping, trying to seize the rare free time.

Halina chose to return to the barracks, but today, she did not pick up her needle and thread to continue mending clothes. Instead, she gathered with some good women to discuss their children and the team that was taken away this morning.

Where did their children go?

What kind of trials will the children experience?

If successful, what will the children become?

They tried to imagine, tried to piece together a future with the limited knowledge and cognition they had, but no one could give a clear answer.

The discussion had just begun, but before it went into depth, the tranquility of the military camp was broken again.

A team of neatly dressed Duruchi appeared in the military camp.

Their clothing, posture, and demeanor were completely different from those of the soldiers in the barracks. They did not look tired, numb, or even oppressed. On the contrary, they had a unique aura, a stable and confident aura that made it possible to tell their identities at a glance.

The arrival of this team of Druki instantly made the whole camp boil. The soldiers quickly gathered and lined up in a row of crooked teams. But this time, their faces were no longer confused and fearful, but full of expectation and desire. They were not stupid. Rumors in the army were one after another. Maybe this time, the opportunity finally fell on them?

Halina stood in the crowd and couldn't help but stick her head out to look at the visitors. Soon, she recognized some of them. They were the Druki who had helped her with her ID cards yesterday! She was particularly impressed by these people. The temperament of these people was incompatible with the ordinary Druki, and she couldn't forget it even if she wanted to.

The registrar looked quietly at the soldiers lined up in formation, his eyes full of sighs.

He was born in Nagarond, a place that was both familiar and strange to him. He had no memory of his father, and his mother was forcibly conscripted before the Battle of Grond began.

He had thought that his mother would come back...but she didn't.

At that time, he was still a child, left at home, alone and helpless. When the remaining food was gone and the pain of hunger swept through his body, he had to go to the streets alone to look for food in a city full of indifference and despair.

Then he ran into a group of people.

He didn't know who they were or where they came from, but that day, they changed his destiny.

He was taken away and placed in an orphanage, where he was well fed and had a warm place to stay, although his peers were not friendly.

Then, the gears of fate began to turn.

He followed the black ark southward, to the warm land of Asheril. There, he learned how to become an administrator. There, he first saw those prominent beings, those names he could never imagine before. There, he received the teachings of the Witch King. There, he came into contact with many strange things beyond his cognition, and his world was completely changed.

And now, he was called back and stood on this land belonging to Naggaroth.

He took a deep breath and spoke loudly.

“Many of you were forcibly conscripted. You originally worked in various professions, such as craftsmen, weavers, blacksmiths, merchants...but the coming of war changed everything.

Now, a new era has begun, so I come here at the behest of the glorious Hand of the Witch King. The Hand of the Witch King wishes to learn about your past and give you new opportunities!

This time I am here mainly to deal with two things: first, to register your original occupations; second, to help you find your relatives who were separated during the chaotic period in the past. "

This sentence caused a sensation in the entire military camp.

Many soldiers opened their eyes wide and looked at each other, with surprise, nervousness, expectation, and all kinds of emotions intertwined. They knew that this was not just an ordinary registration, but a turning point that might determine their future destiny!

Soon, the registrar chose the barracks where Halina was as the registration office.

So Halina had to stand in the queue again, just like she did yesterday, and wait patiently. The queue moved forward slowly, and time seemed to be stretched. She held her ID card tightly, and various possibilities emerged in her mind. Will she be assigned a new task? Or is it just simple statistics? Her profession... can she really escape from the identity of a soldier?

She didn't know, all she could do was wait.

Soon, it was her turn.

Halina took a deep breath and carefully handed over her ID card with both hands, just like yesterday.

The registrar took the ID card, looked at the information on it for a moment, and then handed it to the staff member next to him. Then he raised his head and began to ask routine questions.

"What was your previous occupation?"

"Weaver...weaver..." Halina repeated the word subconsciously, her voice trembling slightly.

"Tell me more about it." The registrar stretched out his right hand, palm facing up, and gestured.

"I..." Halina was stunned for a moment, then realized that the other party was asking about her specific skill level. She hurriedly added, her voice a little stiff, "I can cut fabrics and sew clothes."

"Have you received any education?"

Halina shook her head.

“Do you use tools while working?”

Halina shook her head again.

"Uh..." The registrar scratched his hair, frowned slightly, and looked a little distressed. Two consecutive negative answers made his registration form look a little dry, which was not a good thing for his performance.

"Do you have experience in organizing things? Leading others to get things done?"

This time, when Halina was about to shake her head for the third time, she stopped at the moment she was about to shake it. She suddenly remembered what happened yesterday, when she led other women to sew inner pockets for the soldiers!

"After receiving the ID cards yesterday, I led other women who can sew to sew inner pockets for the soldiers...is that okay?" she asked tentatively, her voice hesitant and with a hint of unconfidence in her tone.

"Sure!" The registrar's brows slowly relaxed, and then he smiled. He nodded happily, and then nodded to the staff beside him, indicating that this content could be recorded.

Strictly speaking, this is not really organizational experience. What kind of organizational experience is this? But who gave him the quota? In this talent screening, his task is to dig out as many useful talents as possible, and the skills and experience of each registrant will affect the final arrangement.

If Halina can demonstrate more value in the future, his performance will also increase, and he may even get a commission.

If he could discover a talented person, he would...

Of course, taking commissions is taking commissions, and embezzlement and making things out of nothing are fine. In the system he is in, reporting is a prevailing rule, and it can even be said to be a survival strategy.

If you are not careful, a secret letter can make a person disappear completely.

That was how his previous superior disappeared.

"Next, wait for notification." After the staff member finished recording, the registrar looked at the ID card again and suddenly showed a hint of interest. "Also, you are from Karonde Kar? Do you need to find lost relatives?"

Hearing this, Halina's heart trembled and her eyes flickered slightly.

"My husband is a sailor... The last time I saw him was fifteen years ago, and I don't know whether he is dead or alive." Her voice was calm, but her fingertips involuntarily tightened a little and turned slightly white.

Fifteen years...

She remembered it clearly because she had an anchor, her son Fergal, who was fourteen years old. She didn't deliberately count the time because she missed her husband, but every time she looked at her son, she would think of his father, and the years when that man disappeared.

She didn't hold out hope, but what if...what if she could really find it?

The registrar nodded without showing too much emotion. There was a lot of information like this. War, chaos, forced conscription... shattered countless families. Stories like Halina's, waiting for her family to return, were no longer isolated cases, but a common phenomenon. But he still recorded them carefully, because he knew that these were not just numbers, but living hopes.

"Your occupation will be notified later. Your missing information will be publicized in a few days." The registrar nodded slightly, then said, "If there are any clues, we will contact you."

Halina pursed her lips, said nothing, and just nodded solemnly.

After the registration was completed, the registrar stood up and solemnly handed the ID card back to Halina with both hands.

Halina took it carefully, her hands tightened unconsciously, her fingertips slowly stroking the thin card, as if she was afraid that this small ID card would suddenly disappear.

Her process was finally over. But this was just a small part of the northern military camp of Nagarond. Similar things were going on in full swing throughout the entire military camp.

The grand stage of Naggaroth has begun, and a new era is slowly unfolding in such an orderly manner. (End of this chapter)