Just being a dark elf in Warhammer - Chapter 880

Soon, the group came to the gate of the throne room. When the heavy gate of the throne room slowly opened and made a low roar, Dakus still picked up the melancholy prince sitting on the throne like yesterday. Take the lead.

Marekis’s joining did not affect the group’s continued walking in the Black Tower, but the formation of the team changed subtly. He walked side by side with Dakus at the forefront, while the adjutants of Shilsis and Dakus kept a perfect distance, hanging from the rear, and could not affect the two. Conversation between.

“Do you still remember your father’s birthday?” After walking for a while, Dakus suddenly spoke.

Marekis paused, and the iron boots rubbed against the floor tiles made a heart-pounding sound. He turned his head slightly, and the fireworks on the metal mask flashed quietly. Instead of answering immediately, he looked at Dakus with a deep look, trying to see the true intention behind this sentence.

After a moment, he asked slowly, his voice low, with a hint of vigilance.

“What are you trying to do?”

He knew Dakus so well, and he would definitely not hold back anything good. Dakus is always aimless. Behind every topic is thrown, there is often some far-reaching plan.

“What is again? I just want to set up a festival? It’s better to be at the end of the year?”

Dakus raised his eyebrows and raised his lips slightly, and he knew Marekis’ doubts very well. He said in a light tone, seemingly casual, but with a hint of deliberate guidance.

There is no way, Ainarion’s birthday has always been a mystery. Marekis never mentioned it, and Dakus never asked Morath to prove it. Now he wants to ask Morath no longer has a chance, even if he wants to summon souls, he has no place to recruit.

Kaledo in the big vortex?

It’s hard to go.

There is a festival in Asul. At dawn of this day, each Asul will repeat the “Song of the Creator” five times to express his respect for Ainarion. and commemorate his sacrifice. Afterwards, they would dine by the bonfire, burn candles and pray, the bells were melodious, and the incense was lingering, accompanied by dance and chanting, and a peaceful atmosphere of midsummer celebration.

The problem is that the Festival of Light is held on midsummer, around the end of June, and this day is filled with warmth, hope and praise. But the festival does not revolve around Enarion entirely, and the commemoration of Enarion is only one of the important links.

What Dakhus wants is an anniversary that conforms to Truqi’s temperament and has a stronger symbolic meaning.

How to pass?

It’s very simple. There is no need to do anything on this day, no need to hold a parade, no need to cheer, nothing is needed. That time was the coldest time of Nagaros. Just stay at home and enjoy the beauty of the holidays, and thank Ainario for everything he did.

At the same time, this festival does not conflict with the Festival of Light. After Duruci moved back to Oshuan, he should spend the midsummer and his birthday.

Elfs do not have the concept of birthdays, time is irrelevant to them, and the passing years will not leave any traces for them as immortal seeds. But festivals are different. Festivals carry meaning, and they will be engraved in the long river of history and become part of culture.

“December 25?”

Marekis was silent for a long time, as if he was thinking, as if he was recalling, as if he was weighing the trade-offs. After a long time, he finally sighed and said slowly in an uncertain tone.

Dakus’s expression became a little subtle in an instant, and he instantly suspected that he had heard it wrong.

“?”

He stared at Marekis with a hint of surprise and complex inquiry in his eyes. Of course, he would not naively think that Marekis really remembers Ainarion’s birthday. There is no doubt that Marekis is based on his own This date needs to be fabricated.

The problem is…

December 25th?

Too turban!

No matter how you look at this day, it reminds him of a popular festival in a world in his previous life. Although that festival does not exist in this world, from the numbers alone, this time point really makes him think a lot.

Is this a coincidence of fate? Or did Marekis just twitch and hit a strange point?

No, none of them.

Sun God and Mitra learn about it.

The Mitra faith can be traced back to the Indo-European language group around 2000 BC. There are records of Mitra being called the God of the Universe on the stone tablets around the 14th century BC, symbolizing contract and justice.

After spreading and evolution, Mitra became the god of light and justice in Zoroastrianism, responsible for judgment and protection. With the migration of the Aryans, Mitra worship was introduced to the Persian Empire and became part of the state religion in the Achaemenid dynasty, closely integrated with the royal power. During the Hellenistic period, Mitra’s faith and Asian Minor culture merged and gradually possessed the attributes of the Sun God.

December 25 was originally the end of the Roman Winter Solstice Festival, symbolizing the rebirth of the sun and the increasing daylight. Pagans such as Persmitalism, the Syrian sun god Surye and other pagans also celebrated the birthday of the god on this day.

When he arrived at Aurelian, he was born in the army and was a loyal believer of the Mithra religion. He brought back a huge statue of the sun god from Palmyra, which is now Syria. He placed the statue of the god in Rome, merged the beliefs of Surier and Mitra, and established a new temple of the sun in Rome. The “Inconquering and Victorious Sun God” was announced to be officially the official religion of Rome.

In 274, the day was officially designated as the birth of the Sun God. This move aims to strengthen the cohesion of the empire by unifying the sun worship, use the universality of the Sun God to confront the hole teachings on his hands, and consolidate the legitimacy of the divine empowerment of the imperial power.

Not long after, Aurelian was assassinated and then…everything to know. Otherwise, according to some scholars, the Sun God will burst out with light and devour everything.

On the other hand, the Aryans and migrated, the early Mitra faith was brought to South Asia. The etymology of Mithora is Mithra, and Mithora knows everything.

“Asuyan’s birth is January 7th. (Edited, playful.)” Dakus nodded first, then muttered while fiddling with his fingers.

After hearing this date, Marekis did not ask, but nodded. He already knew what Dakhus was going to do. Dakhus was going to connect his father’s birthday with Asuyan’s birthday. , forming a complete winter festival cycle.

This is not only creating a festival, but also weaving a new cultural identity, binding the past and the future, and binding his father and Asuyan in the name of the festival. The time is just right, and his father is at the end of the year. , Asu is in the coming year.

“Winter, you should… enjoy the holiday? Yes, the holiday.”

Dakus originally wanted to say that he should be reunited with his family, but when he said that, he adjusted his words in time.

This sentence is not suitable to say in front of Marekis. Marekis’s family no longer exists, he has no children, only a bunch of distant relatives with bad relationships, and reunion is just an inaccessible way for him. a luxury.

“Three weeks? Twenty-four days of holiday? Some festivals are reserved, but the holidays are cancelled!” He looked at Marekis thoughtfully and tentatively proposed a preliminary idea.

After thinking for a while, Marekis nodded again, which was considered to be acknowledging Dakhus’ new work.

Despite the harsh environment of Nagaros and the ruthless operation of the Truqi society, the festival has never been absent. The Truqi people have their own celebrations, the annual tide of dusk, midnight of death, and other festivals of all sizes. But unlike Asul’s festival that is full of ritual and peaceful atmosphere, Truci’s festivals are often accompanied by killing, carnival, blood and flames, and unknown…

Something happened in the night of joy and pain in 2452 of the Empire calendar. When the celebration of Asathi reached its peak, Malekis was still pondering on the throne. The desire for revenge had long wiped out his desire for pleasure. It was almost gone, of course, he didn’t have the conditions, he could neither eat, drink nor do he do it.

However, as time passed, the Witch King realized something was wrong, the screams on the street became more desperate, and the laughter became dark and full of sadistic pleasure. He observed that it was wrong and soon, he observed a secret keeper with a broken horn, and he immediately recognized who the secret keeper was – Nakari!

This was his third collision with Nakari, the first time he was in the 2300th year of the imperial calendar. The second time was after he escaped into the Chaos Demon Realm during the Battle of the Finnois Plain. The broken horn was cut off when he encountered Nakari in the Chaos Demon Realm. (Chapter 120, 257 has a lecture)

After the battle, Marekis stood in front of the Black Tower and announced that in order to celebrate the victory, the carnival ceremony praising Asathi will last another day and night.

However, many festivals will not be held as scheduled, for many reasons, the continued war, the bad mood of the Witch King, the shortage of resources, and even simple political and religious considerations.

Now, death is gone even midnight…

With the advent of a new era, Truci’s holiday system has also ushered in a moment when it must be reintegrated. The Truqi festivals in the past were mostly accompanied by blood, sacrifices and carnivals, and were the product of the interweaving of religious, domination and social control methods, but in Dakus’s view, this model is no longer applicable to the coming new era.

His plan is clear. While retaining some traditional festivals, he will adjust the holiday structure and integrate the originally scattered and scattered holidays to form a coherent winter rest period.

This not only improves the overall efficiency of social operations, but also allows the Truuces and others to have a moment of breathing after a year of fatigue and battle. In his opinion, the twenty-four-day holiday is not long at all. After all, the world has 400 days a year and there is no GDP indicator. There is no need to worry about the so-called economic growth problem at all.

In his vision, the entire society will be completely shut down during the winter holidays. In addition to some key areas, such as hospitals and other necessary public service departments, they still need to maintain operations, even industrial facilities such as smelting furnaces will be completely shut down. Taking advantage of this The opportunity to carry out equipment maintenance and restart production after the New Year.

Anyway, these key industries are in the hands of the official, not in the hands of the individual, and the core economic lifeline of Truci society is the sharp blade in the hands of the rulers.

As for the catering and service industries run by individuals, it is another matter. The official does not interfere with the private industry. It only needs to set the overtime pay standard so that those who are willing to work overtime and those who are willing to rest should rest. In this way, it will not only ensure the operation of society, but will not affect the vacation experience of most people.

Eat, play, buy, and buy, the Truuces and others will usher in an unprecedented new experience.

“Then it’s decided.”

After the festival discussion came to an end, Malekis and Dakhus walked side by side towards the lower floor of the Black Tower. One of today’s arrangements was to inspect the newly built office area of ​​the Black Tower and accept Hils’ work.

“What suggestions do you have in terms of military construction?” After entering a relatively large office, Marekis suddenly spoke in a casual tone, but his eyes were filled with a hint of scrutiny.

“You know, I don’t want to interfere in the military, especially the Army.” Dakus was leaning over and touching the surface of the long table to check the smoothness of the wood. Hearing this sentence, he raised his head and frowned slightly rise. He said, paused, then sighed, spreading his hands, “If possible, I want to throw out the logistics work, and I don’t want to care about it at all, but you know…”

“You have many ideas in the whole Nagaros.” After hearing Dakus’ statement, Marekis sneered, and the sound made was like two pieces of metal hitting violently.

“Then… you are not allowed to beat, scold, corporal punishment, and you cannot whip the soldiers?” Dakus smiled and his eyes were fun when he heard this. This matter was not developed when Ashrel was at first, and now it may be possible to take the steps.

“Oh?” Marekis paused his movements, and the fireworks jumped slightly, as if confirming whether he had heard it wrong. He looked at Dakus with a little curiosity, a little inquiry, and a deep hidden interest.

“This is very important. Next, we will recruit soldiers according to our personal wishes, rather than continuing to follow the mandatory recruitment model in the past.” Dakus’ tone became solemn, his eyes swept over Malekis, and then He continued slowly, “If the military environment is too bad, no one will join the army. Even if someone comes, it will lay many hidden dangers.”

Marekis did not respond, but just stared at Dakus, waiting for Dakus to continue to elaborate on his point of view.

“Think about it, a father who served in the army experienced endless torture and humiliation. He endured beatings and whipped every day and was called like a slave.” Dakus spread his hands and slowly portrayed a realistic and cold The picture, “Will he hope his son embark on the same path? Maybe a father with a distorted mindset will? But if it were me, I would definitely not!”

He looked up slightly, looked at the high ceiling, his tone became more and more steady, “If I were that father, I would do everything possible to get my kids to the factory? Go to the Navy? Or work in other industries? As long as I can avoid this abyss That’s good. I won’t let him step into the army anyway.”

He paused, raised his hand and made a spread gesture, “When everything is stable, there will be a visiting day in the future. We will open the military camps, factories and docks for a visiting day. The children will board the ship and enter Military camps, visit factories, and see how their parents and brothers work and train. They will see how soldiers live and train, and they should see soldiers hold their heads and chests, have strict discipline, enjoy glory and dignity, Instead of being tied to a pillar and whipped it out!”

Marekis was silent. Of course he understood what Dakhus meant, and also knew that Dakhus’s concerns made sense.

The tradition of the Truqi army is based on the iron laws of fear, violence and ruthlessness, and has always been famous for its cruel and cruel training methods. New recruits will be extremely trained and punished in the early stages of enlistment, and must sharpen their will in pain and blood, otherwise they will not be considered qualified soldiers.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

In many military camps, the death rate of recruits is terrible, because they are unable to bear the torture, or are eliminated during the cruel screening process. Only the strongest can survive, and only the cruelest can climb to the high position.

This pattern has lasted for thousands of years and has never changed.

But now, times have changed, and Dakus intends to change all of this.

Of course, things can actually be simpler and more rude. If you are adults, you must first recruit all the appropriate young people into the army. After the number of soldiers is enough, you will be allocated to other industries, and even if they are unwilling to accept it. Just one order is needed to solve the so-called recruitment problem.

But Marekis knew that Dakhus would not do that.

“Recalling what happened after coming to Nagaros.” Dakhus changed his tone, and his tone was a touch of meaningful sharpness, which directly pointed to Marekis’ pain points.

Marekis was silent, his eyes flashed slightly, and of course he understood what Dakhus meant.

What happened during the Great Split Marekis could get the blame, after all, his mother was the dominant one at that time. He was a hot chicken shredded chicken. After he put on his midnight armor and got up from the bed, it was all the late stage. Now. He can blame the chaos on the betrayal of others, on Asul’s rejection, and even on the unbearableness of the weak.

But when he led Duruci to Nagaros, everything was dominated by himself and he could no longer put the blame on others.

The darkness, cruelty and cold blood of Truqi’s society are all imprinted under his governance. When he realized the problem, he wanted to change, but it was too late. Nagaros’s social structure had solidified and the Kane faith had penetrated to all levels. He tried it and eventually failed. It came from the Kane sect and the powerful. And the pressure from the entire Truqi society forced him to surrender. Then he became ill and was forced to compromise, join in and become Kane’s incarnation in the mortal world.

And in the years since then, Truucci’s social structure has never changed in a true sense, and it has fallen into a closed, cruel, stagnant cycle. If Dakus had not emerged, everything would have continued to be as unchanged as the past thousand years, until the end.

“Think about it again, when we rule Oshuan…” Dakus’ tone became stronger, his tone was calm and penetrating, “Some veterans will retire and run their farms. We need fresh blood. Where does the fresh blood come from? We…”

“Okay, you need to say nothing.” Marekis, who reacted, suddenly spoke and decisively interrupted Dakus’s upcoming long speech. The fireworks on the mask disappeared, and he took a deep breath, then the fireworks appeared again, with deep eyes on Dakus, “You should have appeared earlier, of course, now is a good time, isn’t it? After re-formulation You take a look.”

“Yes, my Majesty the Witch King.” Seeing Marekis expressing his opinion, Dakus pretended to be exaggerated and opened his long chanting tune, bowing exaggeratedly while looking at Marekis with a playful look. .

He knew in his heart that he would not interfere in the specific affairs of the army.

In the future, he may occasionally patrol the army, see the soldiers’ training, check the food, but that’s all. He is really not going to interfere in the military. One is that he has a lot of things. He has never been the kind of workaholic who makes himself so hard that he can get up at five o’clock in the morning to approve documents, and stay up until the middle of the night before closing his eyes , he doesn’t know, and he doesn’t want to live such a life.

Power can indeed make people addicted and lost, but for him, power has never been an end, but a means.

He needs power, but not because of his desire for control, but because he needs the tool to do what he wants. This is essentially very different from those who are obsessed with power and want to hold everything firmly in their hands.

He always knew where his anchor was, freedom, pleasure, and a way to escape at any time.

That’s why he had the idea of ​​leaving.

Just as he told Marlene and the others when he was in Chapeyouto, he opened a dentist clinic in Lothen, and welcomed old friends for nothing, cooked two dishes, drank two drinks, went fishing, went on vacation, went travel……

He is not kidding, that’s what he really thinks.

He has always been a hedonistic school. He will not stand if he can sit, and he will not sit if he can lie down. He will never do the work he can do if he can do.

When the sky collapsed, there was a tall one pushing her back, but there was no way, he was the tall one…

In addition to personal attitudes, there are also political considerations.

He didn’t want to be a ghost lying on Marekis’s back, he didn’t want to be the pressured existence, and told Marekis that he couldn’t do it, that he couldn’t do it, this was wrong, that was wrong, that was wrong, both of them didn’t have any friends in the end Way done.

Moreover, his meaning was obvious. After he ruled Oshuan, the source of troops could not be drawn only from Nagaris. No matter how thick Nagaris’ blood was, it could not be drawn without restrictions.

Besides, what’s the matter that keeps pulling Nagaris? What about other elves? Oshuan, Ashreel, Ashreel, Lauren Loren, are they also elves. Are they only responsible for farming, eating dry food, shaking flags and shouting 666? That king of Oshuan What.

If the army’s environment is so harsh that it is deterrent, then who is willing to join the army and who is willing to take the initiative to send himself to abuse, no matter how big the cake is, it is useless.

They were organized separately and formed troops according to the kingdom and territory as before. What was the purpose of King Osun? He just simply let Duluci return to Nagaris. Then he still had to go to Elsin Alvin for a walk.

Dakus knew very well that if it were himself, he would not chop off his fingers or cut off his ears, because there was magic in this world, but he could run, craters or forests.

At that time, in order to capture these deserters, will we send troops all over the world to search? Go and wipe out those elves who are unwilling to join the army?

That is the real chaos. Nagaros cannot be given to the Green Skin and the Barbarians, so he must leave a way out.

In the following time, the two of them did not continue to talk, but continued to wander around the black tower. Dakus was still checking the details of the office area, while Marekis stood quietly aside without saying anything more.

They had already discussed the issue of military discipline when they were in Ashreel before, and the areas that should be strict must still be strict. Dakus didn’t say anything about borrowing money or something. Didn’t Marekis say he would take a look at it then.

As for the distribution of soldiers’ military pay and spoils, it is the responsibility of the logistics department, and it is directly under the jurisdiction of Dakhus.

This line will not change, and officers and powerful people will not have the chance to intervene.

This is a red line, if you touch it, you will die.

There are some who can fight, but there is never a shortage of those who want to get ahead.

Soon, after watching it, there was nothing big about the big problem. Hilses put a lot of effort into it. He almost did it himself in the reconstruction of the Black Tower. Many projects were watched by himself, and even on some key issues. He also wrote a letter to seek advice from Dakus.

But there are a lot of small problems. The most prominent problem is that the lighting problem inside the black tower cannot penetrate the sun, causing some areas to be dark and humid for many years, giving people a sense of oppression of eternal night. It is too depressing after working for a long time. Now.

But this is not a big deal for Truqi.

As for other small and fragmented issues, such as ventilation system, reserved pipeline location, room distribution, traffic line planning, etc., although there is room for improvement, the flaws do not conceal the merits. Overall, Hils’s work performed quite well.

After the inspection, Marekis took Dakus to a room, not a torture room, nor any other messy ones. After entering the door, what came towards me was a smell mixed with dust, fabric fibers and magical remnants. The room wasn’t big, but it was quite messy, with fabric piled up on the floor and tables.

“How?” Marekis suddenly spoke, his tone calm, but his eyes were filled with some expectation.

“It seems that it’s time to change my robe.” Dakus raised his eyebrows, touched his chin thoughtfully, then curled the corner of his mouth with a hint of teasing, complimenting in an alternative way .

Marekis didn’t say anything, but the fireworks pounded slightly, and he was satisfied with the answer. (End of this chapter)