Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 204 54. The chess pieces are in place

Usually when the elves of the medieval world wanted to focus on a certain cause, their intensity would dwarf any human efforts. Elven warriors join the shrine, focusing on the ways of the warrior and training themselves to embody Eldreze, Lord of Blades.

There is no perfect system or model in any world. They are constantly changing with the times and situations.

To put it simply, Darkos’ current idea is to use armor and weapons similar to those of nightmares, but the inner warrior is a tribe warrior. To put it bluntly, he is a group of violent warriors that can be accepted by the three races of elves, rather than a group of people who are thirsty for blood and killing. madman. You must know that the most indispensable thing in Drukhi society is lunatics. If he needs it, he can just shout, so why bother looking for trouble for himself?

A warrior's style of play can be violent and bloodthirsty, but not a lunatic. Although there is only a thin line between the two, these are completely different things.

Before deciding on this matter, Darkus had to study it carefully with Malekith. After all, the warrior's final trial target is most likely to be a figure from the Cain sect?

Originally, this was done to weaken Kane's influence in the mortal world. Besides, Kane probably didn't care about the followers who were killed. This little bastard only wanted blood, blood! Blood! It doesn't seem to matter whose it is? But more important than this is that many black tower masters in the Black Guard of Nagarond believe in Edreze. How to deal with these tower masters is a problem. They must either serve in the Black Guard until death, or there is a promotion mechanism. Rekis promised to establish a shrine as a leader after retiring? Or strike in a higher dimension, such as a curse from the gods, making it impossible to escape the way of a warrior? Moreover, these extremely powerful warriors can live a prosperous life and have large sums of wealth to squander, but they cannot be involved in politics.

The number of cult leaders and shrines is not a problem at all in the eyes of Darkus. The more dispersed the better, a hundred more people or a few less people, as long as the maximum number is limited, there cannot be unlimited recruitment of believers and warriors. It doesn't matter if a few hundred shrines come out, after all, they are to serve the future Phoenix King, no, it's the Elf King!

"Trouble, what should I do with Franais? Or simply establish two systems?" Darkus sat there, looking at the sea of ​​resentment in the distance and frowning in thought. To put it more selfishly, Franes is his confidant and core supporter. He does not want Franes to go out to be a leader independently, and he estimates that Franes, as the eldest brother and the leader of the Takaia family, has no interest in doing so. What kind of leader, at least before reviving the Takaia family in a real sense.

The promotion and elimination mechanism for ordinary warriors must also be clear. In order to become a high-level member, newcomers must challenge the person who occupies their spying position and defeat the opponent in a duel. Secret tricks such as assassination are not allowed.

If the leader dies on the battlefield, the remaining high-level warriors will fight each other for the leader's position to determine who will be the next new leader. This process keeps the best warriors on board long-term and ensures efficient internal operations.

In this case, the nature of this group of warriors must be completely neutral. They must abide by the contract and have superb skills. Warriors are warriors and cannot even become bodyguards. However, this is completely contrary to Darkus' original intention, because bodyguards will give those It is impure for the leader to bring political benefits.

Moreover, if you want to expand Edreze's influence, you must recruit disciples. Once a soldier completes his service, he can hold a retirement ceremony according to customs and switch to other professions. There is no need to stay in the sect all the time. He can respond to the call during war. That’s it.

As for the group of killing sisters, Darkus didn't know much about them and had no ideas or opinions for the time being.

"This? It seems that I wanted to organize my own elite warriors at first, right? Why did I have to reform the religious and social system? And then my elite warriors are gone? My Lord of Blades!" Darkus He shook his head to stop himself from thinking.

Night was approaching in Naggaros, and it was time to eat. Dax was planning to stay here for a few days, for no other reason than the beautiful scenery here.

On the other side, Malus entered the illusion again. He felt as if someone was sitting on the saddle behind him, it was the Druchi woman with the strange tattoo on her arm! He knew things could get weird sometimes in dreams, but he didn't expect that woman to appear briefly in his life and then disappear, and then appear again? He couldn't help but wonder, why was she the woman in the fantasy and not Lunala?

The woman pressed on Malus, and her hands with strange tattoos slid across Malus's waist and up Malus's chest, interrupting Malus's thoughts.

"Is it you? Where have you been? Why can't I find you?" Even through the black steel breastplate, Malus could feel the woman's fingers passing by, and he asked vaguely.

As cold hands wrapped around Malus's throat, he felt a head rest on his shoulder, and he smelled the smell of fresh earth mixed with severe decay.

Malus twisted, reaching back to pull the body from the saddle, but his hands closed in the air. Suddenly, he felt a blast of cool air blowing on his cheek, and then he fell heavily to the ground as his falling body.

After an unknown amount of time, Malus woke up to the warm sunshine and the wailing sound of the horn.

The earth trembled, and malice roared in challenge.

Malus raised an arm that felt as heavy as lead, trying to protect his eyes from the stinging glare. He saw Malice stand up and growl in the direction they came from.

A horse responded with a terrible neigh, and Malus realized that the long game was over.

Lehan's followers stood a hundred meters away on war horses, watching their prey on the low ridgeline. Black streamers represent revenge and blood feud. Their horses trembled with exhaustion, but the faces of the retinue were stoic, with a frozen expression of uncontrollable hatred.

Under Malus' gaze, the leader of Lehan's retinue took something out of his saddle bag and held it high for Malus to see. The black hair is flying in the wind. That is Lehan's head. This is a sign of hatred!

Weakness is despised in Naggaroth, and when a druchi dies, few of his companions care about the shell he leaves behind. Except for a few individuals and those with status, there is no saying that they should be buried in peace. When they die, they are dead. After death, the body becomes an empty shell, just a puddle of meat, which can even be fed to livestock and giant beasts.

As Lehan's men lead Malus through the gates of Hagrid Grave, he will be forced to hold his father's head in his hands so that the entire city can see the horrific nature of his crimes.

Perhaps after this, Lehan's body will be buried as a qualified Druch.

Without saying a word, Lehan's followers raised their spears and began to advance.

Malice let out a hungry hiss and stood in front of Malus, facing the rider who was about to rush over. He fumbled with his sword, and it took him a long time to draw it out, and it was all he could do to keep it from falling to the ground.

Lehan's followers moved forward cautiously, Malus's wavering eyes were constantly judging the number of opponents, and the black figures were like a group of crows foraging on the ground.

Malus could even see how the battle would unfold. The followers would first surround Malice, distracting the hungry cold lizards with the tempting horse meat, while other followers would charge from both sides and plunge their spears into Malice's vitals. . Once the hatred is gone, the followers will come looking for him. The best he could think of was to kill one or two bastards before the retainers took his sword.

"Zarkhan! Help me, help me! Or I will tell these people everything! I will tell them to give it to Eldir, I swear! You will not be free until the stars turn to ashes in the night sky!" Malus's chapped lips took effect at this time, and his voice hissed to the point where he was speechless.

This was the most serious threat Malus could think of on a whim, but it did not elicit any reaction from Zakhan, the autistic Chaos Demon.

"Curse you, devil! May you choke to death on the bitter dregs when they drag me before the Night Governor and vivisect me in the courtroom!"

Malus closed his eyes and gathered his last strength. He would fight here until death!

A sound echoed from the north, and the earth trembled beneath Malus' feet. He turned around to see a group of Cold Lizard Dread Knights charging down the hillside with Soul Eaters held aloft.

Lehan's followers only hesitated for a moment and began to charge amidst the leader's shouts. The followers responded with fierce shouts and rushed towards the cold lizard knights of the Black Ark. A wall of galloping horses and gleaming spear points rushed down the ridge. The retinue turned slightly to the right, avoiding Malus and his hissing lizard mount.

The two cavalrymen met in a tearing clash of steel and flesh, the horses, lizards, and druchi roaring and screaming in rage and pain as spears and claws sank into living flesh.

The sound caught Malus's attention, and the impact was so great that he turned his head involuntarily. He saw that the horses were thrown backward due to the collision, and that one of Lehan's followers was thrown into the air several meters high. The warrior was still holding on to the long shaft of his spear.

A cold lizard rushed into the group of war horses, and then a broad-bladed spear penetrated deeply into the brain. The cold lizard died instantly. Another cold lizard bit fiercely like a hound, tearing apart a screaming warrior, and the torn armor fragments were scattered everywhere.

A wounded guard rushed towards Malus with a hysterical scream of hatred, brandishing his sword with his left hand.

Malus might have missed the follower entirely had he not succumbed to his pain and rage. He reluctantly raised the sword, but he couldn't even stop the sword from being slashed downwards to split his skull. The huge force of the impact pushed him backwards, and the coldness of his impending death stimulated him to dispel the delirium in his mind.

"Black Blade! You trash!" Tears burst out of Hu Cong's eyes, he roared loudly, and clumsily struck a series of blows to Malus' head and arms. What he lacks in dexterity he makes up for in strength. Each blow consumed Malus's remaining strength, making each of Malus's parries slower and weaker.

The retinue's sword blade left a long and shallow wound on Malus's right cheek, another blow hit Malus's left shoulder armor, and the third blow hit Malus's right arm armor. , almost knocking the sword out of Malus's hand.

Malus reacted instinctively and stopped on the spot with his right heel, letting the retinue bump into him. When the slave's broken arm hit his chest, the slave screamed in pain, and when his free hand grabbed the slave's injured arm, the slave's scream became louder.

"Trash, you wolf bastard, bah! Ah!!!" The slave scolded to the end, spitting a mouthful of blood on Malus' face.

Malus used all his strength to twist the subordinate's arm. He could barely open his eyes and watched the subordinate's face turn into a strange color.

The retinue rolled his eyes and passed out from the unbearable pain just a moment before Malus' sword penetrated his throat.

When the retinue fell to the ground, Malus could only stagger out of the way. He knelt down beside the dead retinue, his limbs trembling from the loss of strength.

The thunderous sound of horse hooves hit Malus like a tide. He looked up and saw the surviving Lehan followers returning the same way. The swords and armor of the followers were stained red with blood.

The leader of Lehan's retinue was still alive, holding Lehan's head tightly to his chest. When he passed by Malus ten meters away, he gave Malus a look full of hatred.

"You only won a little reprieve, there will be another reckoning. We will not forgive and we will not forget!" Those dark eyes seemed to be telling Malus.

When Malus stood up unsteadily, Lehan's followers were gone.

A tall Druchi nobleman wearing black steel and gilded armor rode his mount in front of Malus, his face twisted in anger.

Malus struggled to his feet and bent down to wipe the blood from his sword with the hair of the retinue he had killed.

"Well done, fellow of the Black Ark." Malus said as he sheathed his sword. He looked up at the knight and continued, "I am Malus, come Hagrid Grave, your lord, Ba Les Burrough is me..."

Before Malus could finish speaking, the knight's boot hit him between the eyes. One moment he was talking, the next he was plunged into endless darkness.

"Bah! Parricide! Trash! Take him away, take away those bodies of Hagrid Grave, and take them all back to the Nagor."

Visions come and go, ebbing and flowing like the tide.

Malus saw a group of familiar and unfamiliar faces looking down at him. He seemed to have seen them before? Should it be on the walls of Krakarond? Their expressions were distorted as if they were reflected in a pool of water. Their mouths moved slightly with their heads raised, but the sounds were indistinct. Only the teasing and disdain in their eyes were extremely clear.

"Father?" Malus tasted the thick, acrid liquid on his tongue, and his body felt swollen and burning, like flesh charred in a fire. The taste on his tongue stirred up memories and he whispered with some fear.

At night, Darkus sat on a chair with his legs crossed while drinking wine. Sometimes he looked at the ebb and flow of the sea of ​​resentment, sometimes he looked up at the twin moons above his head, and sometimes he looked at Drusala who was older than the two of them. When we met, we also had a beautiful face.

"My brother, there is news from home. Malus was captured on the Nagor. At the same time, Lehan's followers violated the terms of the truce and boarded the Nagor privately. The body is the best proof. Nagor The ship is preparing to start heading north to Haig Grave early tomorrow morning." Maranur walked up to Darkus and whispered with a serious face.

"The war has begun, and the chess pieces are in place." Darkus did not look at Maranur, but looked at the sea of ​​resentment in the distance and whispered.

Maranur didn't say anything, but pulled up a chair and sat next to Darkus. He also looked at the sea of ​​resentment and didn't know what he was thinking about.

"This is the first time I feel that the scenery of the Sea of ​​Resentment is so beautiful? Why haven't I felt it before?" After a long time, Darkus suddenly turned his head and looked at Maranur and said.

Maranur ignored Dacus and rolled his eyes in response.

"My brother, are you interested in becoming Hagrid Grave's night governor?"

Maranur was turning his head to spit out the black water in his mouth. Darkus's question directly caused him to spit out the chewing tobacco in his mouth. He had no choice but to spit out the remaining cigarette residue in his mouth. .

"My brother, have you ever calmed down and looked at the sea of ​​resentment before?" Maranur did not respond to Night Governor's question, but responded to the previous question.

Darkus grinned dryly and continued to look at Maranur with burning eyes, waiting for a response.

At this time, all the Druchi around the Darkus brothers had already left, and even Genevieve had left.

"My brother, anyone can serve as the night governor of Hagrid Grave next, but it cannot be a powerful person from Krakarond, and it can't be me! So this joke is not funny." Maranur said When he was talking, he took out the few remaining chewing tobacco from his arms, took a look at it and put it back without any intention of sharing, and then said, "There isn't much left. It seems I have to save some money. I like you." The taste I brought back from Lustria may be because I came into contact with it first, right? I have never been used to the taste produced by Krakarond, and I always feel that something is missing?"

"You can pick up the one on the ground and put it in your mouth to continue chewing. Maybe it still has the aroma of earth. I think this taste will be more suitable for you."

Maranur punched Darkus directly on the shoulder, and Darkus did not dodge and took the painless punch.

"You know? My brother, I never thought about coming to Nagarond before. I just wanted to stay in Krakarond or go to sea with my father and continue to stay in another place. But I feel that my life now is better than Was it wonderful before?"

"You are such a homebody, are you a believer of that person?" Darkus suddenly wanted to ask, but he just thought about it for a moment.

"Have you decided? The young master is still waiting over there. He won't scold you, but he will scold me!" Maranur urged.

"Is Young Master Nukel waiting? Sorry, I really don't know. This matter has been decided before departure. When the Nagol goes north tomorrow, Krakalond's army will start preparing." Dark Us was a little confused. He really didn't know that Old Newkel was still waiting across the way at such a late hour.

"You should do this kind of thing yourself." Maranur said as he sat there, without any intention of getting up.

"My brother, you are right! I should go, and more than once." Darkus stood up, patted Maranur on the shoulder, and walked towards the tent.

The simpler and more crude the planning is, the better. There is no need for dozens or hundreds of changes. Maranur's words made Darkus think of a terrible possibility. There was some strange existence interfering with the communication between him and Krakaronde, which inexplicably changed the plan into something else.

Although there is no such thing as electronic warfare in this world, there is God.