Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 70 42 Happy Family

Author: The Fish Daxian who can’t swim

Chapter 70 42. Happy family

Walter's pupils refocused, he took a deep breath and asked in a low voice: "Ren, did I just shout out?"

"Your voice echoes throughout Krakalund."

Walter looked at Ren with a stiff face. Ren patted Walter on the shoulder and said with a smile: "No, you didn't make a sound. You sit here and rest for a while. I have to pick up my brother."

At the same time, Hagrid Grave was also holding Hanir Hala.

Malus Blackblade was also experiencing the same thing. Hatred boiled in his mind and muscles, black poison filled his blood vessels, and the desire to tear flesh and blood tortured him. He wanted his

The enemy squirmed and stinked, crying for mercy.

Malus stood up straight, his steps were stronger and more purposeful, and he walked out of the door leading to the outer court. The door opened silently in front of him. In the distance, many low-level nobles and their families were waiting,

They were not qualified to be entertained by the night governor. Instead, they tortured themselves in their own way, cutting and piercing their bodies to show their loyalty.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, and the outer court where the lower-class dignitaries lived had a festive atmosphere. The food and wine on the plates carried by the waiters shuttled among the dignitaries. Laughter, sighs of pleasure and screams of pain were like musical notes.

Rising in the sound of conversation, Malus looked at the ghostly faces of the departing dignitaries and whispered to each other. He looked at it all with disdain and forced his body to walk.

At the end of the line, there was a small group of dignitaries waiting. After a while, Malus found that one of the three dignitaries was looking at him with interest. He forced himself to try to recognize that face.

But I really can't remember the name.

This powerful man is of medium height, somewhat skinny, and the thinness of his youth has not completely dissipated. His head is shaved, leaving only a pirate-style topknot, and a sparkling spiritual ring on his pointed ears. His narrow chin

There was a sparse goatee on his face, and his black pupils were wide open with excitement, as if shining with hidden knowledge.

"Who is this self-righteous fool?"

Malus frowned and looked at this idiot. This idiot noble's robes were made of Kaitan and were very good, but lacked trimming. The leather almost reached this idiot's knees. The Hadrica on his neck was the mark of a dark red mountain peak.

"Nice to meet you, Your Excellency." The idiot lowered his head and bowed, saying pretentiously. He then asked softly, "Your Excellency, are you satisfied with the gift I prepared in Krakarond?"

Malus knew who this fool was, Ferlan Baller, his cousin. He looked carefully. This fool was here to ensure peace between Hagrid Grave and the Nagor.

, a recent settlement after decades of bitter and bloody feuding. As a result, the fool enjoys a degree of political protection.

The caution and anger in Malus's heart were intertwined, and he said coldly: "Oh, yes. I received it, thank you for your gift."

Ferland leaned closer, his voice full of conspiracy, and whispered: "Great! We have many things to discuss, my cousin. As you know, I am at the court of Hagrid Grave.

Spend some time with your family, and" he tried to force a self-effacing smile, "

I pride myself on knowing a thing or two about the art of conspiracy, and I've learned some things, some very interesting things, that I think you'll find important." Forlan put a hand on Malus's shoulder, "My

Cousin, if we form an alliance of equals, we can all benefit from it, duh!”

Malus's left hand grasped Follan's throat in a vague fatal movement. Follan's face was pale and his eyes were bulging. One of his retinues shouted and rushed forward, reaching out to catch Malus.

wrist, but Lunara's sword slashed through the air, cutting off the watermelon of the retinue. Another waiter of Ferlan retreated tremblingly, raised his hands in surrender, and then quickly disappeared into the crowd.

"That's right, Ferlan, my dear cousin, you do have something to discuss with me." Malus roared viciously, holding his hand tighter.

Ferland's face became even paler, and his hands grasped in vain.

"I will discuss with you how to peel off your scabbed skin and use a thorn blade to chip away at the muscles. Then I will spread your ribs and see your shrunken organs. I will use a thorn blade to peel off your pathetic face and

Put it back on your face like a mask and I'll discuss it with you

, how did you know that I went to Krakarlond. You will tell me who gave you this information and why. You will discuss it all with me. Then you will pray through your tattered lips that I will be very restrained and not pray to you.

You show me how deep the darkness inside me really is!”

On the Krakalond side, Franais met with Anansara on behalf of the Takaia family. Their family had not entered the hall for hundreds of years and could only show their loyalty through self-mutilation outside. However, in the loyalty ceremony,

After Koushe got Nukel's approval, the Takaia family became qualified. Annasara didn't make things difficult for him, but just went through a process.

This year's Hanil Hara is over, and the next one will be held in 10 years.

After the Twilight Tide ended, Anasara told Darkus to go find her, but Darkus kept delaying her.

Darkus was worried that Anasara's black magic would pry into his inner secrets, but he still had to go to the audience because the fool Ferland Bale was gone, and he knew what was waiting for that fool, so he

Gotta get that thing done.

Anasara is still sitting on the throne, the body on the ground has been taken away, only the blood stains remain on the marble floor tiles, the hall is empty, Nukel and Maranur are still standing around.

She didn't ask how Darkus became the Chosen One of Moraig Heg, as she was not interested. Instead, she asked Darkus what he thought about the future.

Darkus lowered his head and said respectfully: "Mother, fate seems to direct me to go to Lustria in the south."

Anasara nodded calmly and said: "During the Twilight Tide, Ardaeus asked you to do something?"

"Yes, Clan Mother, I am planning to go to the Temple of Ardaeus on the Black Ridge Mountains in a while."

Anasara could guess what she was doing, it was just to help Ardaeus get a handy weapon. She turned to look at her son and said: "Prepare some good materials for Dacus then, and give them to the family by the way."

My disciples also get some equipment."

Nucker nodded and accepted the order.

Annasara continued: "Do you need help from your family to go to Lustria?"

"Thank you, Clan Mother. We don't need to just explore the road for the time being, but we have something to do right now." After saying that, Darkus took out the treasure map from his arms and presented it in his hands.

Anasara directly used black magic to pull the treasure map over, held it in her hand to look at it, laughed, and threw it into Newkel's hand.

"What do you want to do?"

Darkus had thought about it before and said directly: "Mother, I need a fake soul dagger, fake enough to fool the big devil's perception!"

As soon as they heard the word "big devil", Anasara and Newkel looked at Darkus, and Maranur, who was still in a daze, also came back to his senses.

Annasara stared at Dacus and said seriously: "Tell me more specifically."

"I want to take out the real one and replace it with a fake one. It would be better to throw the real one into the active volcano in the Black Ridge Mountains or offer it to His Majesty the Witch King Malekith."

Annasara laughed and said: "Listen to what you mean, this thing is quite hot, haha, Elariel the Cursed." After saying that, he stood up and teleported, and the person disappeared.

“Every family is a fun-loving family.”

Darkus shook his head.

Teleportation, borrowed from the official novel The Sword of Caledor, Morathi teleports directly from Sulefit to the ground.

(End of chapter)