Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 166 16. Only two

The next day, the Darkus brothers got up early and, with Butler Dia seeing them off, set out for the Black Tower of Malekith with their followers. Everyone who can come comes, including Colonia who is squatting in the laboratory. They are carrying lunch boxes and guarding against each other. Although it is morning, the noisy night of Nagarund has just fallen silent. Be careful. Always right.

In the Black Tower of Malekis, Maranur was still standing in the same place where he was in a daze yesterday, but today it suddenly became lively because his followers were also in a daze with him, including his younger brother's followers who were also standing there to accompany him. He was in a daze.

The moment Darkus pushed open the black steel door and entered the throne room, light green light suddenly flashed throughout the throne room. The witch lamps on the iron frames around the throne room were lit. He subconsciously stretched out his hands to shield his eyes. , to avoid this sudden stimulation, he almost lost his way at that moment. After reacting for a moment, he vaguely saw the barbed black throne at the top of the steps through his narrow eyes, and he caught a glimpse of Malekith's terrifying midnight armor.

Suddenly, a cruel and loud woman's laughter sounded from the darkness behind the throne.

Soon, Darkus was attracted by the burst of laughter, and a woman gracefully walked down the steps of the high platform. She was tall and noble, dressed in black warlock robes, but her facial features looked 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.

"? Isn't this Malekith's mother? Why is she wearing a robe?" Darkus thought quickly at this moment. His impression of Morathi was extremely stereotyped. When he put on clothes, he I almost didn't recognize it.

Morathi walked slowly towards Darkus. Her robe only covered her body, and her exposed arms and thighs looked extremely pale in the witch light. Her demeanor is warm, her candor more disturbing than her scowl.

Darkus held back his emotions as he felt dark magic crawling across his skin, and he felt what he saw darting in the shadows at the edge of his vision. There were some faint voices whispering and chattering around him. He tried hard to ignore the sweet words and taunts of these ghosts and monsters, and focused on Morathi. He knew that the second test was coming.

Morathi's arms were crossed across her perfect chest, her weight resting on one leg, her smooth thigh peeking out from a slit in her robe.

Darkus forced himself to stare at Morathi's equally beautiful face, overcoming the temptation to reach out and touch that delightful skin.

Morathi's hair swirled like dark clouds on her shoulders, and she staggered to Darkus in a strange posture.

Darkus had been staring at Morathi's face, and the expression on Morathi's face began to become majestic and serious.

"My son, this joke is not funny. Where did you conjure up the toy?" Morathi looked at Darkus seriously. She thought she could see traces of magic on Darkus's face. Hers The voice was full of coldness.

Malekith did not speak, but sneered, as if he was satisfied with the shock that Darkus gave his mother, and at the same time he was warning his mother not to act rashly.

"Dear Witch Queen, Darkus of the Krakaronde Hellscourge family would like to say hello to you." Darkus became extremely calm after hearing Malekith's sneer, and he faced Mo in a personable manner. Lasi introduced herself with Druchi's aristocratic ceremony.

"Where is the long scar on your right cheek? And that blank eyeball?" Morathi gently put her hand on Darkus's cheek and asked softly, as if she was casually asking about today's weather. Her cold, unnatural voice was sweet, as pleasing to the ear as any graceful tone.

"Because I come from Krakarond, not from Esso Talarian." Darkus took a step back and exited the range of Morathi's palm. He said in the same understatement, just like It was like making a joke that had nothing to do with him.

"Five thousand years, five thousand years have passed. Destiny has made you appear again. Has your mission been completed?" Morathi said playfully, while sliding past Darkus, slowly Go around Darkus.

Darkus could feel Morathi's cold gaze scanning him, and he also knew what mission Morathi was referring to.

Alandrian was disfigured by prey during the reign of Eshor Talarian. When the Elven Civil War broke out, he returned to Nagaryth with a large number of colonial soldiers from Eshor Talarian. He stabilized the Nagas. While Ross was dealing with the logistical and political situation, he also received a mission. That was to hunt down the "Dark King", the leader of the Nagaryth rebels at the time. In six years, he came close to success countless times, but ultimately failed. Morathi at that time forgave him and assigned him a sorceress who was good at divination.

Alandrian, his two daughters Liris and Helliben, and the sorceress captured Aris Anar in Aethor Ilanur in Nagaryth. A cloaked elf appeared, holding a silver bow. The silver bow quickly slid out an arrow, and the arrow hit Liris's throat. Liris fell to the wet stone floor and died. The elf in a cloak and holding a silver bow was also killed by him and Heliben.

But unfortunately the elf was not Aris Annar, but his lieutenant Kaelalion. Kaelalion hit Aris Anar in the back of the head, and then Kaelalion wore Aris Anar. The equipment and weapons of the other elves used their lives to cover Aris Annar's retreat.

The cliche is that after the mission was completed, Alandrian's eyes were attracted by a pair of shadows running on the roof. The sorceress of Morathi wanted to raise her hand to cast a magic, but the magic was blocked by him. He let the sorceress The pair of fleeing shadows were gone, and he needed the pair of fleeing shadows to tell the news of the Shadow King's death to the other elves who were still resisting, and the pair of fleeing shadows were none other than Kasady and Aris An, whom Kasady was covering. Gnar!

It is also classic after that. A few years later, the army led by Alandrian was ambushed by Aris Annar. His troops ran away after a battle, and he was also hit by an arrow in the thigh above the knee. He collapsed, unable to suppress loud cries of pain. When he woke up again, it was very dark, but by the firelight, he saw that his hands were tied, the rope was wrapped around the branch of the small tree he was leaning on, and another rope tied his ankle Tied to a root arch. After waking up, he realizes that there are a group of elves around him, some of whom are children and babies.

Aris Anar told Alandrian that those children would feed him in the coming days, and he would watch those children get bigger and bigger, and when they become adults, he would start to destroy Druch and trap him in the big tree. The ropes on it will gradually become tighter and tighter as the years pass.

"After so many years, I feel honored to finally be here to see you in person. The hunt will start again, won't it?" Darkus asked, looking at Malekith as he spoke. The meaning was already obvious, he wanted Malekith to help him out.

Morathi appeared on the left side of Darkus, still looking at Darkus intently. They were close enough to touch, and the power of her presence was tangible, like the gentle strokes of a cold razor across Darkus' skin. Her face is very young, her features are dignified and serious. She has a kind of handsomeness rather than classical beauty, with a wide face and a round chin, almost square rather than pointed. Her eyes were like windows into the abyss, devouring everything around her.

"Speaking of Aris Anar, I suddenly thought of the Midnight Stone that my father gave you, my mother." Malekith understood Darkus' eyes, and he suddenly said with understanding, It seemed to him that this was one of the few opportunities to ridicule his disgusting mother.

"That's enough!" Morathi roared angrily at her son.

Aris Anar often invaded the lands of Naggaroth, and once even danced with Morathi before stealing the Midnight Stone. Shame-stricken, Morathi sent the druchi to hunt him down, but he tricked them into drinking poison oozing with blood.

Furious, Morathi offered immortal magic, a room full of gold, and a night with the most beautiful female druchi as a reward to any druchi who could return the Midnight Stone, but these rewards so far have not been available to the druchi. Odd claim.

With Morathi's angry roar, the witch lamp in the throne room was instantly extinguished.

"Darkus, I remember you. If you succeed in hunting, all the rewards will be yours!" Then Morathi regained her composure, and her lips curled up with a wry smile.

The black steel door slowly opened, and Morathi left.

"Destiny! is a lazy device invented by foolish philosophers, endorsed by incompetent playwrights and poets, and tossed about by half-blind mages. The gods seldom care and interfere in the life of a mortal, The wider universe does not pause, cycle or shape one's progress. If one believes in destiny, one forfeits the right to choose one's path, gives up all credit, and takes no responsibility for one's actions. Mine Adjutant, although you look like Alandrian, Alandrian would never say those words to my mother."

"Maybe it's because I am Darkus? And Alandrian is my ancestor, and I am not the reincarnation of Alandrian? My Majesty." Darkus said while shrugging towards the throne. Walk sideways.

"The memories of the past bother me. This must be why I think of Alandrian, and why I tolerate you! The past is returning, life is repeating, the cycle continues, life, death and rebirth. It has always been like this, From before my time, and perhaps until the end. Gods have risen and fallen, worshiped and abandoned, mortal life passes like the heartbeat of the world, whether it is your Darkus or Alandrian, your Your appearance indicates something, and that's why I'm observing you." Malekith said suddenly with a sense of loss.

"Dakeus, do your followers respect you, or are they afraid of you?" Malekith suddenly thought of something else, and asked before Darkus could answer. Morathi had often asked him this question over thousands of centuries. He has always been ambivalent about this difference.

"Both? My Majesty. The Druchi dignitaries of Krakalond and the children of the Hell Calamity family fear me because they don't understand. Some Druchi who know me respect me because I It can give them the prospects they want." Darkus had already walked to Malekith's side at this time, and the heat radiating from the Midnight Armor warmed him again, and he said with a smile.

"What exactly?" Malekith asked, nodding thoughtfully.

"Unlike my brother, I rarely show my face in the powerful circles of Krakalond. Those powerful people don't know me. They only know my reputation and deeds. As for my followers, I paint a beautiful picture for them. The blueprint leads them to work towards the drawn blueprint and has always influenced them." Darkus thought for a moment and then said.

"Like that lame Walter?" Malekith asked curiously.

"Yes, Walter is the same age as me. Maybe he will not be like a traditional Druch in the future? If possible, I hope he can manage the port and the vast land of the Lustria mainland stronghold. field."

"In this way, your Hell Calamity family controls the lifeblood of Druchi's food and meat?"

Darkus felt that Malekith's words were a bit knowing and a bit like knocking. Maybe there was something else?

"My Majesty, not only food and meat, but also tobacco and wine. This is to better serve you. The Hell Calamity Family has always been like this. Sooner or later, the door will open again, and the original form of chaos will appear again. Chaos The Demon Realm will expand and contaminate the entire world. I smell something older and more deadly, and death will envelope the world. First we must take back Ulthuan, and take back everything that once belonged to you and your father! Then you will be like Like your father, you led us to fight against the army of Chaos Demons. Could this be the reason why I appeared?" Darkus said with a smile. Such a heavy topic came out of his mouth so wantonly, as if It's like it has nothing to do with him.

After a short conversation, there was a long silence. Malekith kept thinking. He knew what Darkus was talking about. He saw that chaos would come again six thousand years ago. He began Recalling the scene when he was young, he found a steel ring in a temple in the Chaos Wasteland (the one on the head, like a tightening curse, not the ring on the hand). He smiled the moment he put on the steel ring, Then the moment he put it on, the world disappeared in front of him.

Malekith was surrounded by a kaleidoscope of colorful colors, and he had a strange feeling that he was about to rise to a height of ten thousand feet and then fall into a bottomless abyss. His head was shaking, his skin prickled with the force, he was losing feeling, and his entire body was vibrating with unknown energy.

As time passed, Malekith could not tell whether it was a moment or an eternity, the vortex began to coalesce around him, forming a nightmarish landscape above him. The sky was boiling with flames and dark clouds, and under his feet was a mysterious place that extended infinitely: the Demon Realm of Chaos!

Malekith saw an endless garden, desolate and decaying, filled with drooping willows and yellowing grass. Thick fog and flies wafted from the overgrown, crooked groves of dead trees, and oozing pus flowed among fungus-laden leaves and piles of rotting corpses. The swamps bubbled and boiled, the tar pits gurgled and spewed gaseous steam into the thick air.

In the middle of the messy swamp stands a majestic mansion, a mansion that may be crumbling at any time but will never collapse. It is composed of broken stones and insect-eaten old wood. Peeling paint and bricks stand atop cracked stone and crooked beams, crawling with sickly yellow ivy and giant black roses. Smoke belched from the chimney pipes and droplets of pus spewed over the cracked tiles and moldy thatch.

In the smoke and gloom, the demon of death and pestilence crumbled. Bloated yet lovable creatures with plague-like flesh and pockmarked skin. There are also drooling beasts with slug-like bodies and tentacles dripping with poisonous gas. A large group of happy little things are running around wantonly. A horde of one-eyed demons, each with a cracked horn, meanders and chants through the wild gardens.

Malekith looked away from the filth and squalor, then looked at a blasted wasteland surrounded by a series of massive volcanoes that spewed magma to form a river of lava and choked the air with fetid soot . Great walls were hewn from the mountainside, vast fortresses of terror hung with skulls and red banners flying from their jagged battlements.

Amid the surrounding peaks, the earth was torn by fissures, from which gushed bloody wounds, as if it had been torn apart by the blows of the divine sword. Skeletons of unimaginable creatures are piled high in a burning crimson lake, surrounded by dunes made of the dust of countless bones. Hounds as big as horses with red scales and huge fangs prowled the ruins, their howls tearing at bone and crackling and splintering cartilage.

At the center of this desolation stood a tower of unimaginable proportions, so large that it seemed to fill Malekith's vision. The towers were made of black marble and brass, tower upon tower, wall upon wall, a castle so vast that it could hold back the armies of the entire world. Vampires with sturdy skeletons and bulbous, horned heads patrol the walls. On the highest railing of the tower stood a thing of pure rage, a winged monster beating its broad chest and roaring into the dark sky.

Malekith turned around with a shudder and saw a mighty castle of glittering mirrors and crystals. The castle's surface shimmers with iridescent colors, translucent and transparent, moving with swirls of magic. The door opened like a devouring mouth, the windows stared at him like lidless eyes. Colorful flames burst from the spiers of the slender tower, and sparks fell like fountains to the ground below.

Surrounding the bizarre palace is a vast maze of constantly moving crystal walls. The winding passages overlap one above the other and pass through each other through invisible dimensions. Spurs of fire formed passages that connected parts of the vast labyrinth, flashing from blue to green to purple to colors that should not be seen by mortals.

The sky around the castle is filled with swarms of creatures that are as terrifying as sharks, pulling up and swooping on magical thermals. Giggling things bounce around the maze, sparkling with magic. Demons with arms dripping with fire leaped and bounced wildly along winding crystal passages. Malekith felt his eyes drawn back to the nearly impossible castle, and saw that a vast gallery had opened.

Mysterious things lurk here, with colorful wings and bird-like faces, holding twisted staffs and wearing shimmering pink and blue robes. One of the strange birds stopped and looked up at him. The eyes of the strange bird are like a never-ending abyss of madness, a deep sea of ​​whirlpool-like power, vowing to drag Malekith into the eternal abyss.

Malekith broke his transfixed gaze and was immediately attracted by the enchanting beauty. Charming forest glades gently swayed with emerald leaves, while calm lakes beckoned to him. Majestic mountains tower into the clouds, their sides covered with white snow, sparkling in the invisible sunlight.

The lithe creatures, clothed in maiden clothes, played, laughed, chattered, and touched each other with their paws in paradise. Groups of beasts roamed on the emerald grass. The bodies of the beasts shone with light and the colors kept changing. The patterns on the beasts fascinated Malekith. He felt that he was attracted and attracted by the beauty of the beasts. .

Suddenly aware of his danger, Malekith turned his eyes away from the enchanting sight. He became acutely aware that he was being watched and could sense that some otherworldly presence was turning attention in his direction. He felt as if his soul was about to be skinned naked under the gaze of the Chaos Gods. Fear enveloped him. He wanted to find a place to escape, but the realms of the Dark Gods were spread in all directions. Fear drove him away, and he was once again surrounded by the swirling vortex of energy.

When Malekith's vision cleared again, he found himself far above the world, as if standing on the edge of creation itself, looking down upon the realms of men, elves, dwarves, and every other creature under the sun. He could see the jungle-covered forests of Lustria, the lizardmen galloping through the ruins of the temple city. He saw tribes of orcs gathered in the withered wilderness, a green tide spreading across the land.

Malekith is still immersed in the memory of his past.

And Darkus didn't bother Malekith, he just stood there thinking about some of his own things, and a long time passed.

"Are you being watched?" Malekith asked suddenly curiously. He knew about Darkus' situation, but he still wanted to ask.

"Yes, my majesty, there are only two." Darkus knew what Malekith was asking, and he said with a smile again, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

Instead of discussing the Chaos Gods, Malekith began to teach Darkus the Dwarvish language.

During this period, some Druchi officials also came in, such as Coran of the Black Guard, and Druchi who was the intelligence commander. They were all surprised by Darkus standing next to Malekith, but in Wuqi In the dark throne room, Darkus could not capture the expressions on their faces from such a long distance.

Druchi's Dark Council is about to begin.