Dark Eldar

"Prophets! Oracles! What noble words they utter! Whatever nonsense they spout, their dreams come true; conversely, their nightmares are the same. Have they revealed heavenly secrets? Causing their short lifespans? Only to be born among the helpless offspring of the 'First Men'..." —Nameless Commandments from Another World (Unregistered)

The 83rd generation Iron Cavalry Village Chief unexpectedly became a "Prophet"! ("Prophecy Power," randomly triggered, a hidden rare skill; race-restricted)

He was so old (153 years old) that the villagers thought he was "talking nonsense." If a hero had uttered such words, or before Iron Cavalry Village was "harvested," the village chief would have held some authority. Now, only the young, ignorant children believed him, and the children longed for their fathers to return home soon. (Note: "Power of Hope," one of the primal energies. Unknown to the world, including the elders of the "otherworld." Elder Izora of the Elf race might have some knowledge of it...)

The 17th Legion Commander, Barbarian King, returned to his Void Fortress base, looking sullen. Two simple blue weapons were insignificant to him; he had even handled the "purple item" ("Tidal Leggings," cloth armor) before. He summoned his men:

"Order the 17th Legion to convene a meeting of all members whose race is 'Wanderer'."

"Your leader, Borsa, has already made a name for himself. Why don't you go and join him? Don't you have ulterior motives for staying here? Are you spies secretly spying on me?" the barbarian king rebuked sternly, getting straight to the point. (Related to intelligence)

"How could that be?"

"Yeah! How could that be?"

"We have always obeyed your commands, Your Majesty the Barbarian King," a dozen or so wanderers replied in unison. The "primitive wanderers" were numerous and varied in appearance. Some liked to gather together, chatting and laughing, while others preferred to form "random teams" in a structured way. Logically speaking, it made sense that they didn't seek refuge with Borsa.

"We've seen far too many 'Black Gold Gangs,' Leader, you're the most trustworthy Barbarian King I've ever met." Yulein (level 33, pseudonym), a wanderer who refused to reveal his real name, offered his opinion. (Besides concealing his true identity, Yulein's leveling is incredibly slow, "day after day, year after year." Other wanderers also level up slowly, but at least faster than Yulein. Therefore, everyone concludes: "Yulein's true identity must be some other creature, or race... or 'buff-manipulation': simply put, someone who reigns supreme at a certain level for an extended period.")

The quirky "Lona" (female, profession: thief) eavesdrops outside the door. In this turbulent environment, she needs to do so. Moreover, assassins are agile, and people or monsters below level 50 cannot detect a level 38 "invisible" thief.

As Rona listened, she thought, "Could it be that Bolsa is going to annex us? Our leader, the Barbarian King, has fallen into depravity; he's become a slave to money. In peacetime, he's incredibly wealthy and invincible. But in PvP, he and our entire 17th Legion will inevitably become the target of everyone's attacks..." (Too much!)

"Alright! Alright! I believe you. But now, your race's Borza has become one of the top figures in the Void Fortress. What should we do next? I, the Barbarian King, probably don't know either..."

Inside the 17th Legion's camp, the lights were still on, and the nomads were whispering among themselves. After summarizing their race's weaknesses (vital points) for the barbarian king, they said, "We must take action. The fact that our nomad army has no ambition is just a facade. They're waiting for us to make a mistake. Should we bring the White Wolf in?" A nomad (Masked) who looked like a "good Samaritan" spoke up.

"If that were really the case, why would the White Wolf be so willing to fight so hard? They're just here in the 17th Legion to get some starting gear..." said another enthusiastic rogue (normal, with a fake leg and one real leg). Most rogues are legless, and their development is uneven. No one knows their specific "racial characteristics." In general, they are a very chaotic organization. Sometimes, even after conquering a city-state, they suddenly announce their "disbandment" (like in the Wagang City massacre, when all the rogues were frozen, suddenly losing their fighting ability, standing there motionless). Other times, they "work together." They seem to be following the exact opposite development path to the "Prophet"? In most cases, rogues still possess "normal thinking."

"How about we rely on the humans?" said a seemingly knowledgeable rogue (level 33), floating in the air with an air of authority. If he hadn't spoken, no one would have remembered that he had once served as the 17th Legion's "strategist." His role wasn't significant, as the 17th Legion had rarely fought in recent years; he usually served more as an "accountant" or "cashier." ... (Legion Warehouse Manager)