Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

"Hey, little guy."

While there was still time, Daxus first provoked Ernst, then walked closer with a smile. He gently raised his hand and made an inviting gesture, with a look of provocation and teasing in his eyes.

"Want something fun?"

The Ochtar octopus lying on Ernst's shoulder shook its body slightly, blinked its round eyes, and curled its tentacles slightly, as if thinking about what the being in front of it would do to it. After a moment, it tilted its head and looked at Dacus with its eyes shining. Its tentacles began to wave excitedly, waving at Dacus, as if responding to Dacus' invitation.

Daxus nodded slightly, then stepped slowly to some nonexistent melody. His movements were smooth and rhythmic, his steps were light, and his arms drew elegant arcs in the air.

The Ochtal octopus blinked, as if it was inspired by Daxus. It slowly slid down from Ernst's shoulder, and after landing, its tentacles twisted flexibly, as if responding to Daxus's dance steps.

"Haha, he's really a smart little guy."

Dacus smiled even more brightly. He pointed at the octopus and turned his feet. His pace gradually quickened. His heels tapped the ground lightly, making a crisp "tap tap" sound. Every step was precisely in rhythm. His body turned flexibly, and his arms swung like flowing water, as if he was painting an invisible picture. The air was filled with an invisible melody.

The Drukis who were whispering around stopped talking, their eyes filled with surprise and amusement. They had never seen such a funny yet interesting scene.

In the distance, Malekith watched this scene with extremely complicated feelings. He muttered something helplessly, then continued to stand there and watch with interest.

The octopus' eyes lit up even more. It shook its body excitedly, and its red tentacles slid through the air like ribbons, gracefully and nimbly. It first tapped the ground with two tentacles, making a "slap" sound, and then all four tentacles spread out at the same time, rising upward like an open flower. Its body bounced slightly, and its tentacles bent and stretched softly, imitating the trajectory of Daquus's arm swing.

Seeing this, Dacus laughed and began to perform more complicated dance steps. He quickly took a step back, his right foot drew a semicircle on the ground, and he leaned back slightly, waving his hands in an interlaced manner, his body moving with the wind.

The octopus followed closely behind, its small body jumping lightly, and its eight tentacles entwined in the air, like a flexible stream of water, or a dancing elf.

The Duruchis around were stunned. They had never seen such a strange scene before. The Witch King's Hand and an octopus were dancing in public! They couldn't help but hold their breath. Some were even infected by this strange dance and subconsciously tapped their toes to follow the rhythm.

"Wow, this guy can really jump."

"Thank you, little one, this is the most special dance I've ever had."

Daxus bent down, stretched out his hand, and gently patted the octopus's soft head. The octopus gently wrapped its tentacles around his wrist, as if responding to his gratitude.

Then, Dacus cast a glance in the direction of the warlock and the device. Seeing the warlock nodded slightly, he turned to Malekith, exchanged a meaningful look with him, and nodded in confirmation. Then, he turned to the Duruchi who had been waiting for a long time around him and raised his hand to make a brief wave.

In an instant, hundreds of Duruchi surged like a tide, quickly deployed according to the pre-planned positions, and lined up along the stairs in order, with black armor, leather armor and cloaks interlaced, like a silent and solemn ocean of steel.

The battle between Gorond and Har Gansi has come to an end, swords have been sheathed, and warriors have returned one after another.

Now, while the Sea of ​​Evil and Resentment is blocked by a thick layer of ice, and while the usually scattered fleets and generals rarely gather together, the Druch Naval Conference is officially held at this special moment.

This meeting was not only a summary, but also a reshuffle for the future. A new order was established in the huge naval system, the rules were re-established, and the power structure and responsibility distribution were finally determined at this moment. The glorious achievements of the past have become yesterday's chapter, and the new chapter that is about to unfold will definitely be written by this group of Druccis who stand at the peak of power and strength.

As the meeting came to an end, the tense atmosphere eased slightly.

Now, it has finally come to the final stage. It is not a debate or a deployment, but a ceremony that has never happened before but symbolizes extraordinary significance.

At this moment, no matter whether it is the admiral who is full of honor or the fleet captain who is full of murderous intent, they all have to gather in the same picture at this moment to freeze the historic moment of this meeting.

"Shouldn't we be standing at the top?" Malekith walked slowly to Daxus' side, lowered his voice, and asked in a puzzled tone.

“Hmm…”

Hearing this question, Daxus was slightly stunned and raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was stumped for a moment, but his pause was only short, and then a familiar smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Who is he? He is Dacus, who is eloquent, always able to speak and always find the perfect reason!

He cleared his throat and explained without hesitation.

"The front row is usually the focus of the entire group photo. Placing important figures or main guests in the center of the front row can highlight their status and importance, allowing the audience or participants to see the core figures of the event at a glance. In addition, the leaders in the front row usually represent the strength and prestige of the organization. By arranging them in an orderly manner in the front row, a symbol of stability and strength can be conveyed to the outside world. At the same time, considering that..."

"Stop, stop, stop. That's enough. The meeting is over. Stop talking."

Malekith reluctantly stretched out his iron hand to grab the arm that Dacus was about to raise, interrupting Dacus's pre-casting swing in time and interrupting Dacus's long speech that was about to begin. Now he was really a little scared, he was afraid of Dacus's over-interpretation and grandiose speech.

Daxus shrugged his shoulders with a playful smile on his face, seeming to be quite satisfied with Malekith's reaction. At the same time, the entire team quickly took their positions and stood in an orderly manner.

Malekith, the supreme ruler of Naggaroth, stood at the very front center without a doubt. His posture was like a towering black tower, cold and solemn, and his majesty enveloped the entire staircase, making people dare not look directly at him.

Next to him was the Grand Commander of the Druki Navy, Daquus.

Yes, Navy Commander Drucci.

In this important meeting, Dacuus played an extraordinary role. He was not only Malekith's right-hand man, but also the First Sea Lord of the Admiralty Committee. After leaving his role as a dancer, his figure was like a raging wave on the sea, calm and sharp, his eyes swept across everything present, as if he could see through every subtle change.

Standing next to him was his uncle, Dulias, an experienced old admiral who had now left the front line and was now a secretary of the Navy Department, focusing on dispatch and government affairs, responsible for personnel affairs, daily documents, communications and records, and playing a key administrative role in the operation of the Navy Department. His face was full of the vicissitudes of life, and his eyes revealed a hint of sophistication and decisiveness.

On the other side of Malekith is Lehikiel, Locksia's aunt. She is an important member of the Naval Committee. Her existence represents the most sophisticated strategic deployment in the Druch Navy. She assists Daquus in dealing with combat and technical issues.

The old woman stood there calmly, her eyes as sharp as a knife. Even without saying a word, she exuded an oppressive feeling that was hard to ignore.

Of course, this is the Warhammer world, and these titles will definitely not be called like this in the future. The flavor is too strong, so they have to be labeled with the Elf Court style package.

Standing next to Durias was Verissa Hellbane.

Her career path was very similar to that of Carlesia. She rose to prominence in the field of shipbuilding, and the iron-hulled ship that Dacus saw in Chapeiuto was her work. Therefore, she is now a surveyor, responsible for designing ships and supervising their construction.

Next to Lehikiel was Hailon, who was originally a tax collector and a pawn under Malekith, responsible for the financial work after the ship docked. Now, he was appointed as the auditor general of the Admiralty Committee, responsible for supervising the huge financial flow of the navy.

Then, Haglin Cold Eyes stood beside Hailon. She was one of the five high-ranking priests of the Storm Weaver Cult. Her presence indicated the inseparable relationship between the Storm Weaver Cult and the Duruchi Navy. She would be responsible for coordinating the affairs of the Cult and the Navy Department in the future.

Duruchi's fleet not only needs steel and sharp blades, but also the protection of Matheran.

In addition, Dacus will temporarily serve as the chairman of the Munitions Committee. Wartime munitions scheduling is crucial, and he must shoulder this responsibility to ensure that everything runs smoothly.

And then there was nothing else. These people were standing in the first row, clearly visible.

Except for Malekith standing in the center, all the others standing here are core members of the Admiralty Committee, or important figures who symbolize maritime hegemony.

A silent pressure permeated around them. No words were needed. Just standing there was already evidence of the iron-bloodedness and glory of the Naggaroth Navy.

Standing behind Malekith were all the Black Ark admirals, and on his left and right sides were the captains of each fleet.

From the third row to the fifth row, there were many captains, and there were more than 600 people in these rows. The black armor and cloaks spread out on the stairs like an undercurrent.

Fortunately, the stairs used for filming were wide enough, otherwise they would not be able to accommodate such a large team.

Dacus stood there and watched for a while, then sighed and decisively left the line to come between the crowd and the device. There was no other way, there were too many people, and as someone who had taken group photos before, he knew what this meant, so he had to adjust the formation himself. For a group photo of this scale, if there was a slight deviation, the photo would be a disaster, and he would not allow that to happen.

After all, this moment is too important.

"Yin!" he shouted, his eyes quickly locked on a figure in the fourth row. When Yiin immediately raised his head, he raised his hand and waved to the left, signaling Yiin to adjust his position.

"Stay close, shoulder to shoulder!" His tone was unhurried, but with a hint of unquestionable authority.

The captains adjusted their postures and moved closer to each other, but Dacus's brows were still furrowed. He walked around the camera and used the wide-angle range of the camera as a reference to scan the queue. Then he returned to the command position, stretched his hands parallel to each other, and gently twisted his wrists.

"Everyone, lean your bodies a little more, get closer together, and don't leave such a big gap!"

He glanced at the crowd and saw that many of them still had serious expressions. He couldn't help but blink, then spoke with a smile.

"Don't be so stern. Smile when we take pictures. This is a historic moment! It will be in textbooks and put in museums."

He paused deliberately, looked around, and then suddenly imitated the tone of a child in a coquettish voice, "Where is grandpa? Here? Why is grandpa frowning?"

His joke wasn't funny, but who made him the Grand Commander of the Drucci Navy?

For a moment, the scene was quiet, and then a low laugh spread from the team. The tense atmosphere was briefly relieved, and the originally tense and serious expressions on their faces also relaxed a little.

After a moment, Dacus nodded with satisfaction, then raised his right hand high and gave everyone a thumbs up. He breathed a sigh of relief, returned to the queue with a somewhat relaxed smile, and stood in his own position.

A bright light flashed, and a picture similar to a photo was frozen on the medium.

A group photo that captured this moment, an image that witnessed the beginning of a new era for the Drucci Navy, appeared.

But unfortunately, there are several familiar names missing from this photo, including Serenie, Belloda, Adianna, Kaia, and Violet Riel.

Who is Violet?

She is a member of the Kalond Kaeril family, the daughter of Kalond Kaer Night Master Kira, and the fifth high priest of the Stormweaver Cult. Her existence represents Kalond Kaer's profound influence in the Duruchi Navy, and also indirectly reflects that the naval family of Nagarond has failed to cultivate enough outstanding talents.

However, even though her family background and personal qualifications are impressive enough, among the true high-level spellcasters, her strength can only be considered as just emerging, and is not enough to be compared with those truly powerful ones.

Therefore, she did not return to Naggaroth, but stayed in Asheril, staying with Serenie and Master Xia to continue her studies, acquire knowledge, and hone herself.

Daxus looked at the image that appeared on the huge information card, with a slight smile on his face. He knew that he had taken a crucial step, but this was just a beginning. It was far from the time for MVP settlement. This was more like the end of the old era and the beginning of a new era.

In the future, when this image is hung in a museum, when it is engraved in the history of the navy, when future generations stop in front of it, they will know that the person in the image is the founder of the new era of the elf navy, the person who opened a new era of elf maritime hegemony, and the person that the whole world has to look up to. (End of this chapter)