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Chapter 41 13 Darkus’ left hand

Author: The Fish Daxian who can’t swim

Chapter 41 13. Darkus’ left hand

The next day, the dark road.

Malus Blackblade got into big trouble. He killed a noble steward of Krakarond and failed in the Harksiyah Flight trial. Now, he owes a lot of foreign debt, and his

His father Lehan could cancel his debt with a casual nod, but he was a burden to his father and his father would not nod.

Malus's father didn't like him, but he didn't throw him to death on the spot when he was born, because his birth was a deal between his mother and his father. His half-brothers and sisters seemed to feel this too.

, they were all much older than him and could kill him at any time. However, they stopped at monopolizing the family's wealth and let him slowly wither and rot.

Malus was stupid and naively believed that they had no intention of murdering him because they were busy with other conspiracies. But how did they know that they were selling goods in Krakalund? What about the dignitaries who waved to him on the city wall the day before yesterday?

Who is it? Karondkar is far away in the northeast, one of the farthest large cities in Naggaroth. Is there a messenger who can run faster than the Kane assassin, riding a horse to death, along the way?

Following the coastline through the Sea of ​​Chilling Heart and the Sea of ​​Malice? Is this possible? Or are they connected through the sorceress's crystal ball?

These questions have been tormenting Malus during his journey on the Dark Road. Ignoring the Slave Gate Kalond Kal and sailing directly to Krakarond is deviant and rash. Even so, his enemies have been

Waiting for him. Even that damn letter, he thought with disgust.

Krakalond, Nightlord Castle Martial Arts Training Ground, Darkus is still being beaten by Kessler, but it is better than yesterday, he can at least block it.

Suddenly a waiter came in and said that there was a Druchi from Nagarond in the waiting room who wanted to see Darkus.

"Nagarond? Witch King Malekith noticed me? Did he send someone to ask me to learn black magic from him?"

With doubts, Darkus asked the waiter to invite the distinguished guest to the living room.

I practiced with Keslay for a while, and he didn't say anything when I asked him. He just repeatedly indicated Darkus' steps and the way to draw the sword.

"Sorry, Kesslay, that's all for today's training. I have to meet with distinguished guests." After saying this, Darkus saluted Kesslay.

Kessler returned the gift, and then looked at Walter. The meaning was obvious, you don't need to go, I will practice with you.

Darkos put on the noble robe, Hardrica, and noble curved sword three-piece suit, and walked to the living room.

Just after walking a few steps, he heard Walter's scream and the sound of weapons falling to the ground. He knew how badly Walter was beaten without looking back. Walter was only better at equestrian skills, but his martial arts skills were not as good as him.

, shook his head.

In the living room, a middle-aged male Druchi was sitting quietly. Dozens of family guards were waiting for an opportunity. They were all a little nervous. They were keenly aware of this quiet Druchi and his dangers.

, although his left arm is missing.

Outside the living room, Butler Dia was waiting to meet Darkus.

"Who is in the room?"

"Master, he should be a black guard!"

Darkus looked at Butler Dia in surprise. Butler Dia nodded in confirmation and said, "Young Master, I am going to report to the Young Master."

Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open and walked in. The living room was as long as it was, and there was a Hagrid Grave marble table in the middle, about 10 swords long (a sword is 2.4 meters). The man was sitting on the far side of the table.

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Seeing Darkus come in, he stood up, nodded in salute, and said calmly: "Nagarond, Baine Bloodscourge, pay tribute to the Hellscourge family, and pay tribute to you."

"Darkus Hellscourge."

After saying hello, Baine looked at the family guards around him. They looked at Darkus and shook their heads slightly.

Darkos visually measured the length of the table, and then said: "This is not the way to entertain guests. It is not good to spread the word. You should go out first and keep the door open!"

After saying that, he adjusted the angle of the chair, sat down, put his left hand on the table, put one foot on the ground, and scratched the ground to make sure it wouldn't slip, and then adjusted his sitting posture so that he could rush out of the door at any time.

At this time, Kessler entered the living room carrying a curved-edged execution knife, looked at Darkus's sitting posture with disdain, and then stood on his left side.

The family guards were filing out, and Baine looked at Keslay with suspicion.

"Let me introduce to you, this is the family law enforcement champion of the Hell Calamity family, Keslay. It is not convenient for him to speak."

Baine stared at Keslay for a long time, nodded and said: "I heard about you in Nagarond. I heard that you are very good at fighting?"

Keasley raised the curved-edged execution knife and shook it.

"Okay! Let's practice later!"

Darkus was speechless.

Baine began to introduce himself: "I was once a Black Guard, Lord of Destruction, and Master of the Twelve Towers."

Out of politeness, Darkus did not stare at his missing left arm.

Bainie laughed self-deprecatingly: "Of course, that was all in the past, I am useless now."

Darkus asked suspiciously: "Then you come to me?"

"According to the oracle of Edreze, the Lord of Blades, I came to you to teach you martial arts. I heard that you can't even defeat a monkey?"

Darkus thought: "Hey! Why doesn't this Druchi open any pot? Thank you Morayig Heg and praise you! My dear old grandmother."

Then, Darkus said thoughtfully: "I would like to ask, where is your left arm? Coran Blackhand?"

Bainie nodded in despair and said, "Yes, Coran took the initiative to challenge me for a duel. He said he had made a new breakthrough."

"How long have you been in the service?"

Baine raised his head and said proudly: "Three hundred and eighty-eight years!"

"Holy shit! What conditions do you have?" Darkus immediately added, "Except for letting me defeat Coran Blackhand, you can offer anything else."

Baine was choked and didn't know what to say. Darkus could see that he was a very pure Druchi, a Druchi who only knew how to fight and kill.

Darkus stood up solemnly, straightened his noble robes and said, "I know a place that should be able to restore your arm. It's up to you to take revenge on yourself!"

Bai Ni was stunned, hesitated, stood up and said: "I have no heirs, wealth and land have no value to me, where is that place?"

Darkus smiled mysteriously and said: "Don't worry, there's no point in hurrying. I'm probably the only one who knows that place. When the opportunity comes, I'll take you there. I'll do what I said! Is it time for the competition now?"

After that, he walked out of the living room.

Theoretically, Druchi's Eight Winds magic can be used, but no one teaches him. Five thousand years ago, there was a powerful male mage of the life system. But unfortunately, Malekith read the prophecy of destruction, which said that he would

Died at the hands of a male mage, since then the most pathetic and untrustworthy creatures in Druchi society have been born, that is, the warlocks. Malekith used the Hollow Spell to curse them, and their souls have been there ever since.

Wandering between the mortal world and the realm of Chaos. Slaanesh, the god of love and art, has more and more control over their souls. As this control tightens, dark runes will flash the light of life on the body, and evil flames will appear.

It will slowly pass through their skin and torture them.

Afterwards, Malekith placed a bounty on the heads of the new generation of warlocks. Once found, they would be locked up with red-hot steel chains and sent to him. He would let the warlocks experience the beauty of this world.

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