Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

"Welcome to the future."

Kolonia, who was walking in the front, said calmly, and her voice echoed in the noisy workshop. After she finished speaking, she did not cover her mouth to cover her mouth and nose, even though the workshop lacked effective dust removal equipment, causing the entire workshop to be full of smoke and dust.

Because she is a sorceress... her magic can isolate these dusts and prevent the dust from contaminating her.

Not a few months, not a few years, just a few days, she returned to her usual appearance, no longer trapped in the torment of magic backlash. Now, her eyes are no longer dark and blind, she has regained her former sharpness, there is no more dark silence in her eyes, instead, it is full of wisdom and coldness, of course, occasionally a little crazy.

As the Minister of the Ministry of Industry of Druki and the Director of the Institute of Industry, she walked in the front, and her duty today was to lead the Val priests from Elsing Alvin to visit. Let the Val priests experience the customs and hospitality of Nagaroth. Of course, this experience is positive, which is completely opposite to what the labor dispatchers experience.

As for what to visit...

After Dakwus dealt with the matter in Gorond, he returned to Nagarod with a few people, Genevieve, Bel-Aihor, Karahir, etc., along with Koran's black guards.

Flanais stayed in Gorond to coordinate the work as his spokesperson; Ryan also stayed in Gorond, and was ready to follow the troops attacking Hal Gansi to meet the Kane assassins, who made Hal Gansi the base camp of the Kane assassins; Wetir also stayed in Gorond, and stayed with Kesley beside Newkel to prevent possible assassinations.

But Dakwus is not in Nagarod now, but on the Sea of ​​Malice, on the black ark Nagor. He arrived at Nagarond in the morning. After arriving, he went to Malekith's Black Tower first, that's for sure, and then he called Malekith, who was peeping at the emo in the throne room, out to relax.

The whole process was very simple. After the black steel door of the throne room slowly opened, Daquus, who was standing at the door, nodded to Malekith, and then Malekith stood up and walked towards the door.

There was no incredible dialogue, such as...

"I'm sorry, I killed your mother, and I'm very sorry about it."

"Darkius, I don't have a mother anymore, and I only have you for the rest of my life."

As if nothing had happened, as if Morathi was still alive, the two walked side by side, walked out of the Black Tower, and walked onto the raider.

Under the effect of magic, he did not wear "Kryon" with the gas mask function. He wore the classic skin that has not changed for thousands of years, with his hands behind his back, and walked side by side with Malekith, walking behind Colonia, Bel-Ahor, Karahir and the priests of Val.

Hirsis and Kolan were far behind them, in a very delicate position, a position where they could hear the orders but not hear what they were whispering.

By the way... walking in front was Marest's agent, a spy with an official status: Estelle Celadel.

This spy of Queen Marest did not need to be responsible for the trade docking between Duruchi and Ainir, that was Kaia's business. So, she was taken to Nagaros by Dacus, in Dacus' words: if you want to see, see enough.

Now, she is in the process of seeing.

There is no blast furnace, no converter, and no open hearth, because the first workshop of the steel plant is used to prepare raw materials, that is, to crush, screen, wash, mix and other raw materials such as iron ore, coke and limestone used for steelmaking, and complete the work before importing into the blast furnace.

The original iron ore needs to be crushed, washed and screened. After these three processes, the iron ore will become uniform particles of 5-30 mm. Of course, it is also possible to throw it directly into the blast furnace, but doing so will lead to a series of problems, such as being bad for the blast furnace, and the steel produced has impurities and other technical problems.

Although the scene in front of him was ordinary to Dacus, it was undoubtedly shocking to the visitors.

The moment the Val priests stepped into the workshop, they could not take their eyes off the scene in front of them. Their expressions changed from initial confusion to shock, and finally solidified into a complex expression of almost awe.

Boom...

The roar of the machine was like a red dragon panting, and the air was filled with the breath of metal and ore. The huge crusher crushed the raw iron ore, and the hard ore was squeezed and ground between the steel gears, making a dull and powerful impact sound.

In the impression of the Val priests, iron and steel are gifts from God, gifts they exchanged for sacrifice and awe. Instead of being squeezed, screened, and crushed by machines ruthlessly, becoming industrial raw materials for large-scale production. Even after greeting them, they still couldn't imagine that all this could be controlled so accurately, analyzed and handled so calmly.

Bel-Ahor's face froze, he took a slow breath, and looked at the machines, craftsmen and slaves in the workshop with complicated eyes. He was not like his brother, who specialized in sea battles and was ready to follow the path of his father. As the second son, he now knew a little bit of everything, but was not proficient in anything, and had no specific direction for the future.

This was a common problem among Asur nobles, and he was one of them, because the life of elves was particularly long.

Tyrion is the best example, everything, everything, learning, fighting, plunder, adventure, doing business, investment, making friends, trying to become the eternal queen champion, etc. Of course The aristocracy of the Arusur is doing well.

Bell-Avo Hall will fight and use far away weapons. He will direct the ship as a captain. He has also studied countless classics in Hutb White Tower and explores the law of the world's operations. But all of this ...

It is not magic, but a force he has never been in depth, a product that is purely relying on physics, chemistry and engineering, and a product that exceeds his cognition.

"This ... is this really not magic?" He murmured, as if he was talking to himself.

Karashire, who was standing next to Bell Avry, flickered, his fingers clenched unconsciously. His inside excitement and shock were less than other elves to visit. He tried his best to show his inner shock, but his expression and movement still betrayed him.

When he came out of Lawren Loren, he had seen this scene. There was a 73 -year -old Li Hongzhang with the envoy to Xinxiang ...

Although he has been to Esherell's textile factory in a circle, the textile factories and steel plants present two different things, which is something he cannot depict in words.

He can feel that Trucci is shaping a new world, a world made of iron and fire.

Estter was also completely immersed in this shock. Her eyes observed the movements of each machine, every conveyor belt, and every artisan.

She remained calmly in her heart, and at the same time was shocked. She thought Trucci's strength was limited to their army, their conspiracy and their dark magic, as well as the alliance with the lizard, but now she realized that the really terrible things are these steel giant in front of them. They represent the future of Trump, a force that can completely rewrite the rules of war.

The rear Dakius walked side by side with Marekis, watching the scene in front of him quietly.

"Interesting." Malekis finally spoke, and his tone had a rare interest. He was very satisfied with his reaction to the elves. "The priests of Valt finally saw that their spells, after all, their craftsmen could not be our craftsmen. "And machine".

"The priests of Valt believed in forging, and they thought they were the master of steel and flames. But in fact ..." The corner of Dak Us's mouth slightly aroused and laughed. In the end, I didn't say anymore, but shrugged, and quietly watched the expression changes of the priests.

He knows that these priests' forging skills are top in the entire elf world, and they are the dominance of steel and flames, which controls the most exquisite forging craftsmanship in the elves. After all, they believe in Wal -the god who is proficient in hammer forging and smelting.

Although the priests have participated in the process improvement of the lizardman and textile factories when I stayed in Esherell, the problem is that their cognition still stays in the past. Everything is so shocking now.

锤, anvil, forging hammer, casting magic weapon, one hammer and one hammer, this is a tradition that they are proud. Now, compared with everything in front of you, it is like a symbol of backwardness. Difference.

In their eyes, iron and fire are a sacred gift. Only under the blessing of sacrifice and rituals can metals be refined into the supreme weapon and carrying the will of the gods.

However, the scene in front of them completely broke their cognition. Steel is no longer the gift of God, but a resource that is completely controlled by rationality, science and technology.

There are no snares, no tedious rituals, no prayers when casting, and even no awe on the faces of the craftsmen. Instead, it is a huge machine, accurate computing, stable production processes, and craftsmen and slaves trained into assembly line tools.

Although there is a mark from Herkati on the huge machine ...

This is not only technological innovation, but also the ideological revolution.

"Steel is not the gift of God, but can be controlled, mass -produced, and optimized substances."

Dakius knows that this is a huge gap between the old and new cognition. The traditional Wal believers are still indulging in the sacredness of steel, and Trucci has already regarded steel as the tools of war and the cornerstone of the empire. Development and utilization resources.

In the industrial melting furnace, forging is no longer a ritual, but precise science.

"You are good at forging the soldiers and refining the powerful artifact. Your skills are really impeccable, but ... can you still create a 100,000 -handed sword that is also sharp? Can you also provide each soldier with the same solid armor? Are you Can the skills support a war of millions of people? "Dakius slowly spoke, his voice was low, but he had an unquestionable cold reality.

The priests were silent, their eyes shook for a moment, but quickly covered the past.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

However, this scene did not happen. There was no meaning in this way. The priests of the Valles who came to Nagaros were senior engineers in Dakius's positioning.

In the future, the priests of the Valt will become the backbone of the Gongyan Institute, responsible for optimizing and upgrading equipment, management of everything related to industry, and forming normalization. After the monarch Linoluan, a fixed model is formed to promote the elves society of the elves society. develop.

Therefore, Dacus didn't need to ask these questions. He knew that the priests of Val couldn't fully accept the reality in front of them. Their beliefs and ideas were facing an unprecedented impact, but it didn't matter.

The real change would not happen at this moment, but would slowly penetrate and settle over time, and eventually become an irreversible trend.

He didn't continue to force the priests to express their opinions, but chose the simplest and most effective method, letting them see, think and draw conclusions for themselves.

"Let them adapt slowly, time will make them understand." He retracted his gaze and continued to move forward.

Malekith watched coldly, and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth behind his mask. His sight swept across the priests of Val and finally fell on the roaring machines.

"They will eventually accept reality, and they will understand that steel does not belong to God, but to those who control it." He said lightly.

"Of course, otherwise, they will only be eliminated by the times." Dacus shrugged.

However...

Some things were beyond his expectations.

Perhaps it was the experience of Asriel that played a role, or perhaps it was some foreshadowing that Colonia had laid when communicating with the priests of Val, or perhaps it was just the scene in front of them that tore apart the remaining arrogance and obsession in their hearts in the most cruel way.

In any case, the doubts, arguments, and even angry resistance that Dacus had expected did not happen.

The shock only stayed for a moment.

There was no doubt, no confusion, and no quarrel.

When the reality was presented to them in an irrefutable way, they responded quickly, not by rejection, but by acceptance, understanding, and adaptation.

They stubbornly adhered to their beliefs, but did not fall into fanatical resistance because of the challenge to their traditions. On the contrary, after getting Colonia's permission, they quickly adjusted their mentality and began to actively approach various huge steel creations to understand, feel, and find their own place.

In this rolling industrial torrent, they chose to follow it, rather than standing on the opposite side of the trend and being ruthlessly swallowed up.

They began to act and entered a strange mode, "You are my eyes, take me to appreciate the changes of the four seasons. '

The priests who had regained their sight led their companions who still maintained traditional ideas, walking through the workshop one by one.

The traditional priests stroked the huge machines with their fingers, feeling the temperature and roar of the machines. The priests with sight explained, while staring at the precise conveyor belts, observing the whole process of metal being reshaped in them.

They were no longer just craftsmen who believed in fire and hammers, but were trying to understand a new language, a language about industry and machinery.

They talked in low voices, communicating what they saw and felt with each other, and excitement and awe were intertwined in their voices. Some people murmured about Val, some carefully studied the process, and some asked some questions related to technology.

They were not resisting, but trying to find a new order, looking for the possibility of integration between the old beliefs and modern industry.

"Faster than I expected." Dacus watched this scene quietly, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

The Val priests did not struggle to stick to the past, but like real craftsmen, they used reason to face reality, adapt to new rules, and absorb new knowledge.

They are not lost, they are just evolving.

Perhaps, this is the wisdom of Val.

Daquus's mouth corners slightly raised, his eyes deep.

"It seems that our future has begun to take shape." Malekith spoke slowly, with a hint of satisfaction in his tone, but then he suddenly changed the subject and asked a question that had nothing to do with the scene in front of him, "You seem to be optimistic about Eltharion?" (End of this chapter)