Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 164 14. Lucky Gold

Maybe Malekith Black Tower really has no place to eat? Anyway, Hilsis shook his head disdainfully.

The Darkus brothers were already hungry and their stomachs were growling again. They turned around cautiously in a small circle and did not dare to go far. After all, getting lost would be a joke. Did he find out that maybe it was true? He wondered, which druch would dine in Malekith's black tower? Which Druch is qualified to dine? Besides, Malekith doesn’t need to dine at all.

After finding a hidden place, the Darkus brothers could only bite the bullet, took out the cold biscuits in their arms and started to nibble on them. These biscuits were prepared by Genevieve for the brothers before departure.

Maranur said she didn't need it at the time, but now it smells really good.

"It seems we have to bring food boxes tomorrow." Maranur said hesitantly while eating.

Darkus was also nibbling on biscuits. He did not speak, but nodded in agreement.

The biscuits wrapped in broad-leaf plantain leaves are full of filling, but they are a bit cold now and are not as delicious.

After eating, Darkus took a gulp of water from a water bottle made of sea dragon skin.

"Are you used to being in the throne room?"

"It's just like that, it's pitch black, and it's very cold, my hands are freezing."

Maranur nodded without saying anything, but stretched out his right hand and pointed at his eyes with his index and middle fingers. His meaning was obvious. He saw jealousy and a little envy in the fear lord named Sirsis. It might be a disaster in the future, so his brother should be mentally prepared.

"Although it's a little dark here, I saw it. I have to go back. Be careful outside." Darkus also nodded, then patted Maranur's shoulder and prepared to turn around and leave.

Open flames are strictly prohibited around Malekith, and smoking is prohibited in Malekith Black Tower. The first sentence is true, and the latter sentence is from Darkus. The brothers are not stupid. Although there is chewing tobacco that does not require an open flame, the brothers are not that addicted to smoking. They have only been employed for less than half a day, so it is better to keep it quiet.

Darkus gently pushed open the black steel door. The huge black steel plate was opened by a perfectly balanced hinge structure. He stood beside Malekith again.

Malekith did not look at Darkus, but was minding his own business and carving something on the armrest of the throne with the index finger of his right hand.

"I'm a maggot!" For a moment, Darkus was really afraid of Malekith playing with maggots, and then he watched from the side how Malekith played with maggots.

"High ball, right?" At this moment, he thought of Nurgle's foul spirit. If it didn't work out, he would think of a way to give Malekith a few more. A group of Nurgling spirits were having fun in the dark throne room. The scene of running suddenly came to his mind. He thought that Malekith would like it very much, and when Malekith was in a good mood, he and he would play Nurgling like a ball.

"My lord, shall we start now?" Darkus stood for a while, and after seeing Malekith stop his movements, he said bravely.

"Azgal, churk, bryn, galaz, gnolgen, gorl, konk, thig, ril, skrottiz..." A playful laugh came from Malekith's throat, and he immediately began to sing.

"?" Darkus was confused when he heard this, his head tilted in shock.

"This time the words all mean gold," Malekith said.

"Is there something wrong with these dwarves? Why do we need to use so many different words to express something that can be described with one word?" Darkus said with some collapse after reacting.

After hearing Darkus's complaint, Malekith laughed loudly again, this time for longer than before.

"I said the same thing at the time! For dwarves, each different kind of gold must have an exclusive word. If it shines red at the edge, it is konk. If it is softer gold, it is called konk. gorl."

Darkus was still in a state of confusion. Why didn't he find trouble for himself? He had known that Dwarf language was complex and changeable, but he never expected it! Maybe when Tzeentch comes, he has to praise the Lord of Changing Voices, right? However, he also thought that every war instrument of the dwarves also had its own name. In the eyes of the dwarves, things made by these standards were unique.

"So many variations? Each word for a different kind of gold? Soft, hard, bright, dark, and so on all have different names? But how is it possible that there are so many different kinds of gold?"

"Gold is one of the things that dwarves care about most. In addition to its appearance and texture, gold actually has other meanings. For example, there are some golds called 'Anxiety Gold' and 'Patience Gold'."

"It sounds so strange, but in my opinion, the dwarves themselves are a group of weirdos." Darkus complained.

"Whether it is the source of gold, its use, or the place where it has been before, dwarves almost have special vocabulary. For example, gold that has not been made into coins or items is called "anxious gold", but if it is used as storage The gold nugget is called "Patience Gold", and the gold you want to own or have owned... Even the dwarves cannot learn all these words. In fact, they often give gold a new name at will. Generations, but the most interesting thing is that other dwarves can understand what this new word means, and of course there is a kind of gold called 'lucky gold'!" Malekith began to explain eloquently.

"Lucky gold? Gold can also have such a thing as "luck"? I have only heard of Akashi being regarded as a treasure by dwarves." Darkus felt that his head was a little dizzy, and he supported his head and said.

"If you are walking on the road and pick up a piece of gold that has no owner, it can be called 'lucky gold', which refers to gold obtained by accident." Malekith explained.

Darkus began to mutter the words in a low voice. Malekith said it once, but he mastered it all. It seemed that he really had a talent for languages.

"Darkus, where is your lucky gold? You know Alandrian will never hide anything from me!" Malekith said playfully again, his metallic voice getting colder and colder.

"My Majesty, my lucky gold is at my feet, waiting for me to bend down to pick it up." Darkus felt as if he had been electrocuted, his scalp was numb, his whole body was cold, and all kinds of DEBUFFs were everywhere. All the time was gathered in him. This feeling was something he had never felt before. This was the first time he came to the medieval world. He felt that he was already in the most dangerous moment. He thought quickly and then replied with an ambiguous sentence. s answer.

Malekith said nothing, but stretched his left hand toward the ceiling.

The heavy groan of machinery sounded overhead in the throne room, and Darkus glanced upward to see a black, circular opening in the center of the domed ceiling. With a thunderous rattle of heavy chains, a spherical cage fell from the opening. The spherical cage is large enough to house an adult druchi. At first he thought the cage was for him, but as it drew closer he saw a glimmer of light reflecting off a large, uncut crystal within the iron frame.

"Ainur Tel!" Darkus suddenly realized what this was.

"The Eye of Destiny! One of the few relics of power brought from Nagaryth thousands of years ago, carved from the roots of the world eons ago, it can see some of what you want to see." Malekith nodded slowly.

"Can you see the whole world?" Darkus asked curiously.

Malekith did not answer Darkus.

The huge crystal hangs from four huge chains and sinks into the room, the fixed chains locking into place with the clatter of gears. A faint white light began to emit from the depths of the crystal. Slowly, the white light began to surge, like a huge heart beating. The light grew with each beat, growing in intensity until the great crystal shone like a pale sun. Darkus could feel the crystal's energy washing over his skin in swelling waves, setting his soul on fire. All he could do now was willpower to resist, and he managed to calm his shaking limbs and stare firmly into the crystal.

Darkus frowned and stared at the white crystal. At first he saw nothing. His eyes became weak and his eyelids trembled. Then the dazzling light suddenly faded and he saw the blurry image taking shape within the crystal.

When the vision became clear, a female Druchi emerged. She was elegantly riding on a dark Pegasus. Only the important parts of her clothing were decorated, and the other parts were exposed to the icy cold wind of Nagaroth. She is tall and has a noble temperament, but her facial features look cruel. Black hair hangs down past her waist, entwined with gold threads and slender finger bones. Her dark eyes sparkled with cold intelligence, and her gaze cut through him cleanly like a sharp blade. She licked her lips with her tongue, then raised her head and glanced in the direction of Darkus.

Darkus was surprised by the beauty of this female Druch. He doubted that there was any other woman in the world who could be more beautiful than this female Druch. He quickly guessed who this powerful woman was. But the beauty did not let him reveal any flaws, nor did he become crazy and unable to control himself because of his desire.

The scene in the crystal then disappeared into the darkness, and the throne room returned to its original appearance.

"My annoying mother is coming soon." Malekith tilted his head and said with his right hand on the helmet of Midnight Armor.

"My Majesty, when did you start paying attention to me?" Darkus didn't say Morathi. He knew that Malekith and his son were not like Nukel and his son. Did he want to persuade Malekith? Dadu? Anyway, that’s already the case. He had already prepared for Malekith to know that he was going to Lustria, and now he knew it was time to face it.

"Since you landed in Charis in Ulthuan, it rained heavily in the second half of the night." Malekith paused and then said, "I saw the lava dragon in the Blackridge Mountains of the Twilight Tide. Fighting against that Keeper of Secrets, I saw Anasara coming out to rescue you from the Tower of Destruction, I saw you riding that strange cold lizard to fight on the Black Ark in Midnight of Death, I saw you raiding that North The town of the Ka, I see you crossing over from the southern mountains back to Krakalund."

"My Majesty, do you mind about Baine?" Having said this, Darkus knew that Malekith must have known that he had gone to the Lustria continent, and had been there for several years. In the end, he came back safe and sound. Maybe Lustria's spiritual network would interfere with the Eye of Destiny's prying eyes, but there was a group of Druchi followers around him. Malekith didn't even need to ask, so he just added one and sucked out the soul. Just come out and do some research and you will know.

"He has retired from the Black Guard, hasn't he?" Malekith said lightly, appearing nonchalant.

"My lord, may I smoke here?"

"Of course, as long as you like, my adjutant!"

Darkus steadily took out the pipe from his arms and put it to his mouth, took out the tinder and lit the tobacco. He knew that at this point, there was nothing to hide. He had the identity of the Ancient Saint Umak and the Hell Calamity Family. Malekith would not do anything to him for the time being. At least Malekith would not do anything to him now. His attitude showed that he would be safe and sound now, and the lucky money just now was to give him the opportunity to speak out for himself.

As for the future? Let’s get over what’s happening in front of us first.

Smoke dispersed in the throne room, and Darkus also began to tell his story about Lustria. The tobacco in the pipe burned out, and he did not finish the story.

"Umak, an elf is the ancient saint's Umak?" Malekith laughed again, smiling, and suddenly his laughter stopped, "Is this the reason why you arranged for your brother to be my adjutant? So what are you going to do next, my adjutant?”

"I plan to use Lustria's resources to feed Naggaroth back and pave the way for Your Majesty to come to Ulthuan in the future. However, I have no plans for the time being. After all, this is my first time coming to Naggarond, and it is also my first time. Come to Naggaroth in the north."

"What about you after that? The continent of Lustria is more dangerous than the Chaos Wasteland."

"My lord, I think I will lie on the pyramids basking in the sun until I die of old age, or die fighting a Chaos Daemon."

"Your words and performance made me see no ambition or desire at all."

"Yes, my Majesty. Although I am a Druchi, I am also a descendant of Nagaryth! I am a descendant of fearless warriors! But I also love peace. I hope to protect my ancestors and follow your greatness. The world protected by my father.”

Malekith laughed again. It had been a long time since he had laughed so many times in one day, or it had been a long time since he had laughed. He was very happy with Darkus's reply. He felt that Alandrian had come to life and returned to his side. As for Darkus' ability?

"My disgusting mother doesn't know about you, but now you have attracted her attention." Malekith thought of something and said after laughing.

"My Majesty, I understand, but magic? And my clan mother?" Darkus understood what he meant. The woman knew about his affairs, and it was enough for him to get involved. He nodded clearly. He asked with a nod.

"Your clan mother knows propriety. She knows what to say to her best friend and what not to say." Malekith said while holding on to his left hand.

As Malekith finished speaking, Darkus saw a simple-looking ring appear out of thin air above Malekith's left hand, and then the ring floated in front of him.

"This is a gadget I made before. It can resist black magic, but I don't have any use for it. Now I give it to you as a meeting gift."

After giving a slight salute, Darkus grabbed the ring and put it directly on his left hand. After the ring was put on my hand, it was normal and there was no discomfort in my body. There is no chaotic demon parasitic in the ring, no magical old man, and no curse. It stands out as ordinary.

"Okay, it's getting late. I've arranged a sumptuous dinner for you. I hope you like it, my adjutant."

Darkus saluted and thanked him, then slowly walked down the steps, and slowly exited the throne room.

"Alandrian." Malekith muttered quietly as he leaned against the throne room, watching Darkus' back as he left.

This chapter is really difficult to write, and Malekith must have known that according to the original scenario.

It’s difficult to write Malekith like a fool, but also to make the protagonist suffer. It’s difficult to write a real Jill.