Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 175 25. Sacred Mission

The black steel door opened, Xiersis turned his head and nodded firmly to his two sons, and then entered first.

There was no light in the throne room. This change made Dorian, who was standing at the door, also become dwarfed. A strange feeling made him almost blind. He walked into the hall tremblingly. His brother next to him was no better than him. I went, but I sobered up under the obvious change of environment. It was very cold inside the throne room, but there was no fire. Because the Witch King does not need fire, if the Witch King is reminded of the time when he tried to cross the Asuryan Holy Fire, he will really be impatient and anxious to report to Es Hayia. His rapid exhalation turned into white smoke in the cold air, but he did not dare to make any other move, but slowly followed his father towards the middle of the throne room. He straightened his chest, determined to show his best side in front of the Witch King. After all, this was the first time the Witch King summoned him.

Even in such a dark environment at such a long distance, Dorian could feel the overwhelming power of the Witch King sitting on the throne. The Witch King's tall body wrapped in midnight armor looked so tall and tall, which was incompatible with the environment in the throne room. When he looked at the Witch King and blinked coldly, he could clearly feel the continuation of the Witch King's body. Thousands of years of wisdom. Moreover, the Witch King exuded a terrifying aura, and the power and willpower he exuded were extremely terrifying, making his soul tremble. The Witch King behaved as if he were a real god.

Another figure standing on the side of the throne was Darkus. Dorian was surprised. He knew the legend of Darkus, but he didn't expect that Darkus could stand in that position, and Darkus was still armed! He had never heard anything so outrageous before, and his father had never told him about it before.

"Dorian, Julian is happy to meet you two brothers." Malekith's voice was hoarse.

"Thank you very much for your invitation, Your Majesty." Dorian and Julian said in unison, and at the same time bowed deeply to express their respect for the Witch King. He felt that the Witch King was a little unhappy. The Witch King's voice was too cold, too gloomy, and lacked some emotion, but at least it didn't sound angry. This was a good sign, unless the Witch King planned to play a unique game with him. game.

Malekith nodded without saying anything, and there was a long silence in the throne room. It seemed that Malekith suddenly thought of some new way to play. Darkus stood by and watched the fun with a smile on his face, but the two Dorian brothers were a little panicked. They kept their heads down, their His father, Hirsis, was even more panicked.

Silsis also kept his head lowered. He began to recall what was wrong with the conversation between him and Maranur last night, Dacus's reaction when he was present, or what happened last night. Did you give too few gifts and make these two brothers angry? Invisible thoughts are the most terrifying thing. At this time, he has already determined that it was what Darkus said to the Witch King last night that led to the current situation. Otherwise, why would the Witch King suddenly summon his two friends for no reason? He didn't think that his two sons were so outstanding that they could attract the favor of the Witch King. He began to breathe heavily, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He thought that the brothers Darkus were really deceiving him too much!

"Dorian, you have done a good job in protecting our borders and are exemplary." After a long time, Malekith spoke again.

"I live to share your Majesty's worries." The fear began to disappear from Dorian's mind, and he felt relieved. Obviously, the Witch King wouldn't make things difficult for him. He thought quickly and said directly.

"Oh, it would be great if there were more people like you among my subjects." Maleki said uncertainly.

"Is the Witch King joking? This seems unlikely. Be careful!" Dorian thought in his mind. He felt that he was entering a very strange, very uncertain, and very dangerous situation.

"My lord, I believe they are all as loyal as I am."

"Dorian, you don't need to say it so nicely. I can assure you that there are very few like you, which is why you are standing in front of me now." Malekith said still uncertainly, and he paused After a pause, he continued, "Now is the time to give you a reward. Do you have any needs? Just ask me."

"Your Majesty, I want to serve as Lord Darkus's adjutant." Dorian raised his head and looked at the Witch King. Although the Witch King said so, he was not stupid enough to ask the Witch King for an iron order or go to Even if he was a night governor or Valahar in a certain city, and his father was still around, he couldn't be a fear lord. He knew some rumors about the shady character of the Witch King, who liked to remind his subjects who gave them their rights. He stared at the standing silhouette next to the throne, and suddenly said with happiness in his heart.

"Oh?" Malekith wondered. After thinking for a moment, he started to laugh. After laughing, he asked directly, "What do you think? My dear Darkus?"

The witch lamp in the throne room came on again.

Darkus did not answer, but stared at Dorian with a serious face, and the eyes of the two Druchi collided in the throne room. This was the first time Malekith called him that in front of other Druchi. He immediately thought of a very common trick: to praise him, but he thought it was not the case. He could stay in the throne room every day. There is already an invisible flattery, you must know that he is not the captain of the Black Guard, Kou Lan. Kou Lan's stay here is justified, and the fear lords can't say anything, because it is logical and that is the way it is. He quickly thought of another possibility, which was protection. One reason was the blessing of his ancestors, and the other was that what he showed was recognized by Malekith. The more he thought about it, the more Malekith wanted to use this method to tell the fear lords of Naggarond about Malekith's attitude: don't cause trouble, don't mess with those who have something, or do it directly if you have the ability. bigger.

"Of course, this is all to share your Majesty's worries." Obviously Darkus's judgment was correct, because he saw Sirses raising his head slightly, and at that moment he caught the look in Sirses' eyes. He said directly with the shocked look with shrunken pupils.

"I will never let you down, Your Majesty!" Dorian knew that he should make his position clear at this moment.

"It's best not. Otherwise you know the consequences."

"As you command, Your Majesty."

Malekith didn't say anything, but looked at Sirsis, and the meaning was obvious.

Cyrsis saluted Malekith again, and then led Dorian out of the throne room.

Julian was a little numb at this time. He had no idea what was happening. He stood there with his head bowed like a fool. He didn't know what he should say or do.

But this was short-lived. After the black steel door of the throne room closed again, Darkus walked down the steps of the throne, drew his sword and rushed towards Julian.

When Julian stood there and watched Darkus' sword about to strike down, he felt a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand. Without thinking, he directly raised the long sword on the crossbar in front of his chest. Although he blocked the blow, he still staggered back. He was caught off guard.

Darkus waved his hand and half sword and rushed towards Julian, who jumped back again to create a gap. The two swords were swung at the same time. Julian's sword slashed upwards, aiming at Darkus' head, and his sword was also aimed at Julian's head. He pulled out the stabbing blade and pushed it away. He struck head-on with a powerful and heavy sword. As the bayonet blade and the long sword collided, the tiger's mouth of his left hand was shaken, but the edge of the half-sword in his hand accurately hit Julian's head, and Julian's left The long wound next to the ear burst open again.

Julian stepped back quickly. He did not scream in pain. He glared at Darkus. He was ignited by anger. He thought he was humiliated. The strange halberd named Flanais a few days ago A wound was left on his face, and it was still in the same position today, especially under the gaze of the Witch King. He roared angrily and raised his sword to strike at Darkus. He didn't care so much anymore.

Silses and Dorian stood outside the door and waited. No movement in the throne room could be heard outside the door. They did not communicate anything and were waiting for Julian to come out. Maybe Julian would come out. Bar?

Darkus raised his sword to deflect Julian's attack again, and moved to adjust his posture. This was exactly what Julian expected. Julian raised his sword horizontally and then raised it to slash his throat. He directly attacked the windshield of his long sword with the bayonet blade and the half-hand sword handle. Then he released his force and pinned Julian's long sword with the handle of the half-hand sword. He smiled at the somewhat angry Julian in front of him. After a moment, his forehead suddenly gathered strength and hit the wound on Julian's head.

Julian was knocked unconscious by Darkus' head attack. He felt that the handle of the long sword was out of his range. Along with the severe pain, he lost his balance. He staggered backwards and fell, but he He still heard the sound of cutting through the air, as fast as lightning, and he relied on instinct to duck his head to avoid the blow. He regained some consciousness, but he found that the long sword that suddenly appeared in his hand suddenly disappeared, and there was no sign of Darkus in front of him continuing to attack.

Darkus did not choose to pull Julian up, or say anything to Julian. He had already put his half-sword and bayonet back on, and walked back to the previous position.

"Well, Julian, you can leave."

Malekith's voice was cold and harsh, and had a strange beauty to it, as beautiful as the endless glaciers of Nagaroth in the frozen north.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Julian quickly regained his composure, straightened his manners, and bowed deeply to the Witch King.

The black steel door of the throne room opened again. After seeing Julian, who was still bleeding from the head, come out intact, Silses and Dorian suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"My dear Darkus, if you want to rule a country like Nagaroth, it is almost impossible without extraordinary insight." Malekith thought for a while, and suddenly this came out. sentence.

"He can do it. With a little training, I believe he will be able to complete his tasks in the Phoenix King's Court with ease." Darkus said directly. He knew the meaning behind Malekith's words.

Darkus never ran into Morathi. He didn't know whether Morathi returned to Grond or continued to stay in Naggarond. The dragon was missing. Maybe Morathi only went back to find Maleki when he was away. Si? Who knows.

In the days that followed, Darkus and Malekith selected some outstanding Druchi. There doesn't seem to be anything particularly outstanding about these Druchi, but each one of them has a hidden edge, is powerful and dangerous.

Darkus chose a beautiful, pure and innocent girl from Druchi. Her blue eyes were full of innocence and she had long blond hair. The slender nose and pouty lips look so innocent and romantic, giving Darkus a feeling of unconditional trust, which can even be said to be a bit silly. Maybe this innocent girl looks like a servant, or maybe she looks like a princess from a noble family in the Kingdom of Lothern, or more likely a waitress in a tavern in a remote village in Charis. But she is not as simple as she appears. Daggers and poisons are all her special skills. Darkus believes that she will be one of Druch's most deadly spies and a perfect female performer. She will play in Austria. Suan can travel hundreds of times through the kingdoms without being detected, and perhaps she will be an expert at winning the trust of her assur and luring them to join her cause.

The second one looks like a resident of the Kingdom of Avalon. He is wearing an Asur-style leather coat. It is an Asur style, not an Asur. He also wore a hooded top with a slightly dated look, and held a huge longbow in his right hand. He could use this longbow skillfully. Darkus competed with him several times in archery skills, and was impressed by his He was full of praise for his shooting skills. Of course he's just as deadly with a sword, and he loves to hunt, and most of all, he loves to hunt intelligent creatures like his cousins. This is an excellent scout. Malekith, who suddenly became interested, strengthened him on this basis. Malekith changed the central nervous system in his brain and amplified his sense of smell. He can now resemble a hound. Like hunting, he has a sense of smell like a wolf, and Malekith also uses some kind of black magic to give him an almost sexually wild pleasure from hunting.

The third was a gladiator, tall, broad, and very strong, who was willing to show off his strength and was cruel. He could snap a slave's neck with a twist of his hand, he could knock wild beasts to the ground, and he carried a huge double-edged ax with which he could chop through a heavy black pine log with one blow. But he prefers to slash the enemy face to face in battle, because when doing so, the enemy's blood will be splashed on his face, and he likes this feeling.

This gladiator was discovered by Darkus in the arena. He believed that this gladiator had this kind of cunning that was difficult to observe under his ferocious and cruel appearance, and through the peek of the Eye of Destiny, he felt that this gladiator possessed Some kind of unique charm may be able to win the trust of other elves. He thought that he should find a way to arrange for this gladiator to go to the Kingdom of Charis, and find a way to join the White Lion Guard to leave a thorn in the Phoenix King's Court. Maybe after some work, he could become the captain of the White Lion Guard to guard the Phoenix King. maybe.

Later, this gladiator also attracted the attention of Malekith, and Malekith believed that he should infiltrate the group of captured slave gladiators to understand what these slaves were thinking and pick out intelligence about the old world. And inspired these slave gladiators to fight and win, thereby putting on a better gladiatorial show.

Dacus and Malekith had a dispute. He knew what Malekith was thinking, and it was nothing more than fun that could trigger Spartacus's mode. He did not approve of Malekith's words. He thought that this kind of fun was not high-end at all. It was far less high-end than the kind of fun that the Phoenix King had when he fell into a pool of blood with a stunned look in the Phoenix King's Court. It was also full of irony. It was strange that Malekith would not be angry at his rebuttal. Malekith thought for a moment, laughed, and then accepted his suggestion.

In line with the concept of casting a wide net, Darkus selected and screened some spies from the list provided by Aijerese, and the most outrageous thing is that he seemed to have screened out a double agent of Asul. , this is very the Lord of Change. However, under his advice, Malekith and Aiguirese did not take any measures against the double agent. Instead, they did whatever they wanted, as if they did not exist. Maybe they could do something about it at a critical moment in the future. Play a role. Of course, Aigilesse must take advantage of Malekith. If he were not suitable to be Aigilesse, maybe the current Aigilesse would be directly hung on the city wall.

Darkus now has a very stable schedule. He practices martial arts with Malekith in the morning, discusses and studies various strategic, tactical and political issues with Malekith in the afternoon, and draws all kinds of strange lines on the map. I will analyze the combat system and weapon equipment system of the Druchi army from time to time. Generally speaking, it is not very optimistic. However, Malekith has no idea of ​​attacking the Lustrian beasts, and Darkus rarely mentions it. Sometimes He also imagined what it would be like to rule Ulthuan in the future. He learned and saw a lot of useful things from Malekith. Now he is becoming more and more like a politician and general.

Drusala hangs out every night. Judging from Drusala's behavior, she seems to have noticed something and is extremely cautious when moving in Malekith's Black Tower.

Sometimes Darkus would take his good brother and followers to participate in social practice activities in Nagarund, visit and investigate the civilians of Nagarund, and restart the social investigation that had been put on hold for several years. Maranu Er, Dorian, and his followers were confused and didn't understand why he would do this. However, his followers were familiar with the situation and knew what to ask and what to remember. When his subordinates asked, he wandered around the homes of civilians. As he listened, he stared at the strange living environment, the fearful slaves hiding in the corners, and various hidden weapons.

In the market, Darkus held up a vegetable with a confused look on his face. At first, he thought it was a radish or something like that, but he found that it seemed to be a beet? But he didn't dare to try to take a bite, because the appearance of this thing was really strange. He glanced back. The followers behind him refused at first, but after they realized what they were doing, they all started to step forward, ready to give it a try, but they were still not as fast as Dorian. Dorian stepped forward and picked up the cake that was still stained with mud. Beets were nibbled. Soon, Dorian frowned and said that this stuff was not delicious at all. He also cut a small piece to try it, chewed it a few times and spit it out. It was indeed not delicious, and it didn’t have the delicious meat and texture. It feels sweet, but there is still a hint of sweetness, and it seems to be beet.

Darkus began to communicate with the trembling Druchi boss who was kneeling on the ground. He learned that the limping boss was a pirate before, until he was hit by an arrow in his knee and used the only remaining With the savings, I bought some slaves and planted them in the basement of my home to support the family expenses. I could also use the money to buy old and weak slaves to dedicate to the Kane sect at midnight, but it was only enough to sustain the family. . Because this thing is not delicious, it can only be eaten as a vegetable to satisfy hunger. Poorer families eat it directly, and slightly richer families feed it to slaves. There are no three-year-old children holding gold bricks to attract any evil forces. of attention. The followers behind him were astonished after hearing this, and then he took all the beets as a friendly gesture and went to visit the boss's home.

Then the boss was noticed by Darkus, the evil force. With a wave of his hand, he packed up the strange beet and the boss's family and took them to the desperate and terrifying Malekith Black Tower. As the saying goes, those who know how to time travel will not know how to time travel, and those who know how to time travel will not know how to make sugar. Although he is not the Chosen God of Tzeentch, and he does not have any magical knowledge, such as unique skills such as steel-making and sugar-making, but he can summon people! Calling people can often solve many problems. Coriona, Maranur's biological sister, is still studying the fire accelerant secreted by salamanders, and has achieved certain results now. He doesn’t know the scientific research level of Kewell’s sister, but he knows Alyssa’s scientific research level! So he handed over this great task of making sugar to Drusala who had nothing to do, and Drusala accepted this sacred mission with a confused look on his face.

Malekith's Black Tower is even more lively now, because vegetables are starting to grow! The waiters and slaves were also busy helping. After half a year, Hilsis became familiar with the Darkus brothers, and would occasionally wander over when they were free.

Maranur was not so rash as to give Sirsis an even share of the tobacco sales in Nagarond. That was Malekith's final decision. He couldn't make the decision, but he could still make the beet and sugar decisions. The one who calls the shots. He and Hirsis stood at the door of the breeding room, looking at the busy crowd and the beets growing with a little effort, thinking about the future. Only Hirsis could squeeze out the food that only slaves and animals eat. Sugar comes to express doubt.

Of course Malekith knew what was going on under the black tower. He also asked Dacus the reason. Dacus said lightly that it might be possible to squeeze out sugar, and nothing more happened.

The days are passing like this day by day, and the entire weapon that Darkus promised to the Vulcan has not yet been found. Weapon? What weapon? Besides, it hasn't even been ten years yet, so I can't wait for several decades for Vulcan to wait, not this time.

Suddenly, one day Aegireth reported to Malekith that the Lema Beast showed signs of activity in the Peak of Resentment.

This information did not attract Malekith's attention. How many times in these thousands of years had it happened? He had no interest in this thing at all. He had sent out teams to look for it every time before, but could not find it every time. Moreover, the Lema beast seemed to have divinity, and neither the Eye of Destiny nor divination had any effect on it.

However, Darkus felt something different when he was listening next to him. He suddenly had a feeling, but he couldn't tell what it was specifically. After thinking about it for a while, he expressed to Malekith that he wanted to go there for a spin.

Malekith turned his head and looked at Darkus with curiosity in his eyes. After thinking for a while, he decided to let Darkus go.