Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

The story of Fergal and Halina is just a ripple in the entire wave of change in Naggaroth.

At the center of this frenzy, the man who caused all this, the Hand of the Witch King, Dacus, was sitting at a large long table, smoking a pipe. Sometimes he crossed his hands, frowned slightly, and sometimes he combed his scalp gently, as if he was sorting out his thoughts or enjoying some brief relaxation.

This comb was no ordinary object, but a trophy he had won at Elsin Arwen, a treasure from Dragonstone. It was made in the time of the Elves' Baalshanar, and was forged of metal so finely that it still looked as smooth as new.

Wearing it, the mind will become extraordinarily agile, and sophisticated art and complex theories will be easier to understand and operate. Even sleep will become a thing of the past, making the wearer a person who is always awake. In addition, it can also give the wearer a memory that is almost as clear as a photograph. Anything heard or read can be perfectly reproduced, and even every word and every detail of an entire book can be repeated. The wearer will have an almost obsessive desire for knowledge and skills, immersed in reasoning, research, and analysis, and unable to ignore even the most subtle clues.

But in Dacus's view, this is both a blessing and a curse.

This is true for many things, such as cigarettes, alcohol, medicine, and even knowledge itself. They are relaxation and enjoyment within a certain range, but once they cross the line, they become the abyss, and this is especially true for the world he is in now.

After being identified by Da Ma Ge, he decided to use this tool selectively. He would not wear the comb on his head without taking it off, but would use it when dealing with critical matters, such as reading key intelligence and analyzing strategic layout. Or he would take it out when needed and comb his hair like a woman.

The rest of the time, the comb is kept in the arms, waiting for the next opportunity to be used.

As for what is needed?

Now, that is.

Inside the conference hall, the long table was covered with all kinds of documents and thick files were spread out. The dignitaries and officials sat in their respective seats, their eyes either focused, or tired, or hiding some kind of deep thought.

This was a daily meeting that Dacus usually chaired. Everything was going according to his plan, but problems also arose.

Every step of the reform is like pushing an extremely complex and problematic machine. Although it has been running, the friction between each gear and the misalignment of each part are somewhat confusing.

He needs to constantly oil, adjust, and correct, and sometimes even needs to directly unplug and replace the reverse motion parts blessed by the machine spirit to keep the entire machine running smoothly.

Before today's meeting, he sent another person away. The black guard first took the person into the black tower, and took him to a leisurely tour, and then took him to the high platform and let him jump down. Physically experience the pleasure of power? How to go from low to high, stand on the high platform and feel the Kunpeng spread its wings for 90,000 miles, and you can't see the ants on the ground, and then go from high to low, and become an ant.

Who can blame us for not having the law in place yet? Besides, falling from a high altitude also meets the criteria of… falling from a building, falling into water…

However, the situation today was a little special. The Witch King, who rarely attended these daily government meetings, brought Seonlan with him.

During a brief recess in the meeting, Malekith casually handed a list to Dacuus.

"Dear Dakwus, I have good news for you." The Witch King's tone was as calm as ever, with a hint of teasing, and his voice was low, as if there was some deep meaning hidden in this sentence, "In the end, the number of people who met the standards was higher than we thought."

Dacus took the list, raised his eyebrows slightly, tapped the cover with his fingertips, and swayed his pipe gently at the corner of his mouth. Then his eyes fell on the burning eyes of the Witch King, narrowed them slightly, and a meaningful arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"How many?"

Without opening the list immediately, he exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes slightly lazy, and his tone concealed a hint of curiosity to cooperate with Malekith's acting.

In fact, he didn't want to watch it. He already had enough things to do. He just gave some advice and assigned people to this matter. He was not responsible for anything else. What's more, he could roughly guess what Malekith was going to do... after all, he was dealing with politics.

Malekith's sitting posture was particularly comfortable, even relaxed. He leaned slightly, his left elbow lazily resting on the table, and his right hand stretched out casually, first making a one, then extending his index finger and making a yeah gesture.

Of course, there is no such thing as "yeah" in this world. He is just simply showing numbers.

"So many?" Dacus raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes slightly. He was shocked by the number. Then, he put the comb in his arms, opened the list, and started to look through it.

He was really a little surprised.

When he was giving advice to Malekith, he estimated the number of people. He thought there would be only a few at most, no more than two digits. After all, he knew in his heart how torturous that level was and how it would make people lose their minds. But the result was... beyond his expectations?

"How many people have passed your test?" he asked casually while flipping through the list.

"All in all, less than a hundred." Malekith's tone was indifferent, and no emotion could be heard, as if this was just an insignificant number.

"Sure!" But Daxus nodded, a smile on his face, and a rare seriousness and excitement in his tone.

There was no joking, no teasing, only a real recognition.

This is no simple screening.

Originally, Malekith planned to hold a collective meeting with the children before they entered the trial, and then give a passionate speech to boost their morale and inspire them to take the next step.

but……

The process he had planned was completely changed after Daxus's suggestions.

It’s better to meet them one by one, without saying anything, without doing anything, just look at them in a dim room.

This was what Daxus suggested at the time, it was that simple, and how to "take a look" was up to Malekith himself.

The children should not be scared to the point of peeing, nor should they be scared to the point of mental breakdown, and they should not be made to think: That's it? This is the Witch King? What's so scary about this? I can be the Witch King in the future!

This is a purely psychological test, or even a screening mechanism like drawing cards.

Those who can withstand the pressure of the Witch King are guaranteed to be SR-level talents.

There are only three types of people who can pass this level.

The first type is those with firm beliefs. They were touched by Daddy Duck's speech that day and remembered his words firmly. Even in the face of the Witch King's oppression, they could hold on.

The second type is people with strong willpower. These people may not have listened to the speech much, but they have strong psychological qualities and a kind of resilience that cannot be easily defeated.

The third type is fools. This type of people is completely slow-witted and doesn't even realize what kind of situation they are in, but Dacus doesn't think this type of people can pass Malekith's test. This type of people is fools, but Malekith is not. Malekith has lived for 6,000 years and has seen all kinds of people. How can he be fooled by a fool? Then you...

Of course, there is a fourth type, which is a combination of the first and second types. But no matter which type it is, those who can withstand Malekith's pressure are definitely not ordinary people.

Those who pass this test may become pillars in the military, government affairs, and academia in the future.

As for those who didn't pass...

I'm sorry, I gave you the opportunity but I didn't seize it, so there's nothing I can do about it.

Of course, Daddy Duck is not the kind of person who is extremely cold-blooded.

The children finally came to the Black Tower, not to deal them a devastating blow, so before sending them back to their original place, they could at least have a few good meals in the Black Tower. They finally had the opportunity to come here, meet the Witch King, and have a few good meals, so it can be regarded as a memory?

Perhaps, this experience will plant a seed and become a turning point in their lives. Fate is never predetermined. Knowing shame and then becoming brave, accumulating strength and then making a breakthrough, achieving success late in life... Who knows if these things will happen, whether it is the gods who possess them or the plug-ins that are in place?

As the saying goes, things change over time, so you’ll be poor!

With a guaranteed bottom line, the subsequent assessment will depend on the specialization of this group of SR-level seeded players.

The passing rate for the cultural assessment is 50%, which means you will pass if you answer half of the questions correctly. Those who get full marks or close to full marks will be specially marked.

It is called a cultural assessment, but in fact it has little to do with culture in the traditional sense.

Due to various reasons, the Duruchi society has long advocated the use of force. The only people who have received a systematic education are the children of the rich and powerful and the sorcerers. Except for some sailors who must master skills, the literacy rate of ordinary soldiers and civilians is pitifully low, and it can be said that they are basically illiterate.

This directly led to Dacus' recent troubles. The low literacy rate and lack of basic education became the first obstacle for him to implement the new order.

He originally had few people at his disposal, and now he had to draw some of them to serve as human loudspeakers to go to various places to read and explain the policies to illiterate soldiers and workers.

The only way to completely solve this problem is to change it from the root.

The subsequent implementation of a new education system that incorporated courses such as mathematics, literacy, and logical reasoning into the military and factory training systems is tantamount to digging a river channel on a thousand-year-old glacier. The difficulty can be imagined.

But fortunately, he still has time and he can be patient and do it bit by bit.

The cultural assessment is more like a logical reasoning test, which examines whether these children’s new brains work well and whether they have sufficient logical thinking ability and spatial sense.

This is important.

In the military, people with a strong sense of space can construct the ups and downs of the terrain and changes in altitude in their minds by just looking at a map. They can quickly understand the battlefield layout, make the best decisions in complex terrain, weigh the pros and cons of different routes, plan their routes more efficiently, and avoid falling into enemy ambushes.

In logistics management, people with excellent logical thinking skills can accurately calculate the distribution of key resources such as supply points, water sources, and shelters, optimize material transportation routes, ensure that supply plans are feasible, and even make the best decisions when resources are scarce to ensure that key materials are delivered first.

More importantly, people with excellent spatial sense and logical ability can respond quickly and develop emergency plans when faced with emergencies, instead of just waiting for orders from their superiors like ordinary soldiers.

Senior officers determine the upper limit of strategy, middle and grassroots officers determine the upper limit of combat effectiveness, non-commissioned officers determine the lower limit of combat effectiveness, and logistics determines whether combat effectiveness exists.

Things like words, numbers, and symbols can be learned later, but spatial sense and logical thinking are innate, and talent determines their potential.

At this point, branches appear.

Those who pass the cultural assessment will continue into the trial.

Those who failed the cultural assessment... still have a chance!

After all, these were SR-level geniuses who could withstand the pressure from the Witch King. Naggaroth's makeshift team was not so extravagant that they could not even look down on the SRs.

The next step is the martial arts trial.

This step does not test whether the children are proficient in swordsmanship, but rather observes their reactions in front of swords, to see if they will instinctively step back, close their eyes, or even panic, while testing their body balance.

Facing the murderous Chosen of Edrezer, facing the gleaming sword passing before his eyes, and the sound of breaking air whistling past his ears, a true warrior will not retreat.

As for specific fighting skills?

Once you have the courage, physical fitness and sense of balance, you can slowly practice martial arts.

In the end, the results can be roughly divided into three categories.

Those who fail the literary test but pass the martial arts test will be selected into the junior court and will enter the military system in the future.

Those who failed the military test but passed the literary test would enter the bureaucratic system and become various administrative personnel in the future.

What if you pass both?

That's it, SSR!

These kids are lucky.

In Naggaroth, if you want to stand out, you either have to hold a sharp blade and pave the way with blood, or be born a noble and have a silver spoon in your mouth. But they got a completely different path, a chance to change their fate, a unique path that leads to nowhere.

They became seeds, carefully selected, and placed with high hopes. They will be taught by Malekith himself, and will undergo a transformation in the upcoming war, and their true role will be fully revealed in the middle and late stages when the flames of war burn to their most intense.

They are the reserve candidates for the future senior military officers.

The list Malekith handed over was the final confirmed list of this group of children.

Daxus casually opened it and glanced at the first page. The first name that caught his eye was Fergal. He frowned and his fingers paused.

Fergal?

who?

He had no impression of this name. He looked up at Malekith, who nodded imperceptibly. He nodded in response, and the two sides completed a silent communication.

The selection process has shown initial results, at least that's what he thinks.

This feels... a bit like getting a future scouting report.

If he has a cheat that can predict the future, or if he is a time traveler, then just like seeing a good seedling in the football world, he can check various data to see the future development of this child. If there is no such person in the data, but he shows extraordinary talent, then it means...

This child might be a genius who has been hidden for various reasons or he might just be cheating.

When he turned to the second name, Daxus' eyes lit up slightly.

"Vashna?"

A sense of familiarity instantly came to my mind, and with it came a hint of barely perceptible excitement.

He knew the name, but he didn't know who Fergal was. But who was Vashna, Fergal's roommate?

He knows it so well!

The title "File Destroyer" is well-known.

Although he didn't know what Vashna experienced in the next five hundred years, he knew that Vashna eventually became a Chaos Lord and led his troops to attack Hesiota. He was eventually beheaded by Marshal Ku, who never killed unknown people. His head was hung on Kuimok's trophy rack and became an insignificant trophy.

But until then, Vashna’s deeds are enough to prove his ability.

He led a ragtag army of Duruchi, Beastmen, and Barbarians deep into the jungles of Lustria, fought against the Lizardmen guerrillas led by Tiktato, the "Lord of the Heavens", and managed to hold on until he reached the outskirts of Hexotar, laying siege to the City of the Sun until its final destruction.

"Vashna ranks second, what about Fergal who ranks first?" Daxus tapped the table lightly with his fingers, his eyes narrowed slightly.

If Vashna's abilities are enough to make him a Chaos Lord feared by the whole world in the future, then what about Fergal who is above him?

Does this fourteen-year-old boy also have the potential to compete with the times?

But he quickly shook his head, a hint of restraint flashing in his eyes. This ranking is only for the present, not the future. There is still a long way to go in the future. He is not a true prophet and cannot predict the final outcome of these children.

They may become future legends, or they may die young, be annihilated in the flames of war, and be abandoned by the times.

"Karasashala..."

Dacus slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. He had never heard of this person, but he knew the fourth one. Maybe this person also had some skills, but he just didn't know it, or didn't have the opportunity to show it?

Khalasara is a renowned Dreadlord who commands a druchi army known as the Khalasara Reavers throughout Naggaroth and even raids Ulthuan on her own. She seeks to reclaim the ancient lands of her ancestors in northern Ulthuan and claim that land for herself.

Her army is composed of witches as the vanguard, dark riders on both wings, and her trump card in the middle, which is composed of the "Withered Sword" she named, which is actually a flower formation composed of fear spearmen, dark swordsmen and black crossbowmen. In addition, there are various beasts responsible for monitoring the sky and surrounding the enemy.

Usually, she commanded the army herself, and every Asur she fought had bad memories of the fierce battles.

"Vikiel..."

Dacus had an impression of this person, but he was not sure if it was the person in his memory. After all, in the world of Druki, it was not uncommon for names to be repeated. It could be said that it was common. Some people were nameless, while others were enough to leave a strong mark in the bloody sea of ​​history.

Vikiel, who enjoys abusing, torturing and conquering wild beasts, is a beast tamer, and a very good one. Other Duruchi think he is too cruel, and even according to the distinction of cruelty in Duruchi culture, his methods are still too bloody.

When he was young, he tried to tame a beast that was not yet fully grown, but was bitten by it and nearly died. That experience not only left a hideous scar on his face, but also made him vow: he would conquer all kinds of beasts!

Later, he did it. With his cruel and efficient methods, he became the best tamer in the whole of Naggaroth, certainly one of the best. All the behemoths he trained were tortured to the extreme and tamed. Even on the battlefield, their sense of pain was completely wiped out, leaving only the instinct to kill.

As for his deeds...

Let's start with the first long and stinky bun. In short, the Crown of Vengeance forged by the Dwarf Runesmith "Mad" Alaric was rediscovered by the world after being silent for centuries. The appearance of the crown was followed by the competition of various forces. Asur, humans, dwarves, chaos, Druki, and even ratmen were fighting openly and secretly.

When the news reached Malekith, the Witch King immediately sent people to Elsin Arwen in an attempt to seize the crown, and Vikiel was one of the people chosen by the Witch King.

"Does he have any scars on his face?"

"Do you hope he has?" Malekith glanced at Daxus, his voice somewhat teasing.

Daxus shrugged, smiled, and didn't continue the topic, but continued to look through the list.

"Mokaris..."

Daxus also didn't know this guy, but like Karasasara, Mokaris also had a story.

Mokaris is not a dread lord, but a mercenary captain, the leader of the infamous Shadow Hunter mercenary group. His equipment is very iconic, wearing heavy plate armor, holding a lance and a shield, and his biggest feature is that he rides a black dragon called "Dagos"!

His deeds are equally talked about. He was once employed by the powerful Quick, Quick of Bafeng Mountain!

For a while, he went to Elsing Alvin to search for dragon eggs. During the search, he accidentally saw flames above the Rift Peak. He thought it was a trace of dragon breath, but after investigation, he found that it was just a ratman's nest! Disappointed, he originally planned to leave directly, but the ratman seemed to have misunderstood something, and soon the situation quickly escalated into a one-sided massacre.

Dagoth's sharp claws tore through wave after wave of ratmen, and the battlefield turned into a bloody slaughterhouse.

Then the interesting thing came. After several days of fierce fighting, the ratmen realized that they could not win by head-on confrontation, so they had to find another solution. They sent messengers to Mokaris' camp and made a very generous proposal: they were willing to pay Duruchi a huge amount of wealth in exchange for Duruchi joining forces with them instead of continuing to attack.

However, Mokaris did not agree immediately. He kept dragging his feet and secretly observing the bottom line of the ratmen. It was not until a few days later that Scricker mentioned that he could get a dragon egg for him, and the negotiation really came to an end.

"Kaldas..."

Confident and arrogant, Kaldas is one of the finest assassins that Karonde Kal has ever seen.

His arrogance was legendary and his ego knew no bounds.

He is keen on engaging in one-on-one life-and-death duels with his enemies. Every battle is to prove his superb swordsmanship, not for the sake of killing itself. His speed and reaction ability are almost inhuman, and he can dodge most attacks. Whether it is long-range or close combat, it is difficult to really hit him.

He traveled secretly to Nagarythe, hoping to find an opponent who could match him in battle, for the Shadow King's reputation was well known in the icy lands of Naggaroth. If he could succeed in killing the Shadow King, he would prove himself the best swordsman, but he did not meet the Shadow King, but one of the Shadow King's lieutenants, Alatar, who had the same name as Cowell's sister and Maranul's fiancée.

Daqius did not know Kaldas, let alone Alatar, the Shadow King's lieutenant, although he had seen him during their meeting in Aris that day.

The list was only two pages long and did not have much appeal to him. After all, these people were just potential stocks and were far from being legends. He was already a complete veteran and had long lost that sense of excitement and anticipation.

He had killed countless legendary figures directly or indirectly, and these were at best little monsters with potential. He closed the list casually, put it back on the table, relit his pipe, and his eyes flickered slightly.

"I hope I can truly remember the names of these people in the future." (End of this chapter)