Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 217 67. Never stopped

While Darkus was idle and confused, Hagrid Grave's powerful elite were having various secret connections and meetings.

At this time, a fierce dispute was going on in the meeting room of the Hook Claw family. Since Darkus did not leave them much time, it was not enough for them to sit down and brew up a conspiracy that lasted for several years or decades. This This meeting did not engage in any fluff or red tape, and went straight to the point.

As the name of the Hook Claw family suggests, the entire family is good at catching, cultivating and training cold lizards. It is unique in riding and commanding cold lizards in combat. The head of the family said that he is responsible for commanding Hagrid Grave's cold lizard fear knight. But Rohan has been suppressed when he was here and rarely had the opportunity to perform. As for the rest, that's about it.

As the current head of the House of Crooked Claw, Cradin (played by Dream Come True) is hesitant to intervene in Valahar's position. The reason is very simple. Although the Claw Claw family is Hagrid Grey's He is one of the eight powerful families, but his strength is not enough. He has always been ranked fifth or sixth in terms of wealth, reputation and number of warriors, and is slightly inferior to the previous ones in terms of strength.

The strange thing is that during the Hagrid Grave rebellion last night, three of the spiers of the previous family actually fell down, and the enemies of Kradin's father were also buried in the ruins as the spires fell. All of this gave him determination, but also made him waver.

Cradin looked at his father sitting on the main seat with burning eyes. He knew what his father was thinking about. He then looked at his sister who was sitting opposite him. His sister felt his gaze and looked at him calmly. watching.

Kradin and his sister were an extremely rare twin of Druchi, and their relationship was extremely friendly. Of course, this friendship meant normal family friendship, and there was no such thing as an indifferent relationship. His sister was also his sponsor. His sister invested all the wealth gained during the Haxier trial voyage into Kraka's adventure to the Lustria continent. Although this investment ended up in vain and disappeared in Lustria. In a foggy place in the Silkia continent, his sister just encouraged him, saying that it would be great if she could come back, and did not bother with issues such as property, but he knew that he still had to pay back what he should.

As a young Druchi girl, Yilanya has a very good talent for magic. According to Cradin, his sister is very fond of the temptation and manipulation of various Druchi powerful people. While she takes great care to ensure that her family's reputation grows, the true purpose behind her intricate web of betrayal may only be known to her. She attempts to bring about the downfall of her father's rival family by simultaneously seducing a father and his two sons. But when the most critical step was about to proceed, the spire of the rival family suddenly fell down, and the father and one of his sons were also buried in the ruins.

"My brother, are you going to repay the investment made by the Witch King's Hand in you during the Haxiya Trial Voyage?" Yilanya suddenly smiled, and then said this sentence without any beginning or end. .

In an instant, the eyes of all the participants of the Hook Claw Family gathered on Cradin, and cold sweat flowed out of his forehead instantly. This is his secret, although this secret is not a secret, members of the family may He knew more or less, but it was also a secret. Only his mother and sister knew who invested in him, and now he was suddenly brought to light.

"Was the gold of Lustria invested by the Witch King? Wasn't it provided by Dastan from the cold-eyed family of Krakarond? Also, Admiral Dastan at that time would not have done that." Of course, Kradin's father Knowing about Kradin, he asked himself.

After all, the captain and sailors at that time were all members of Cradin's father. He only knew that his son had obtained a sum of gold in a small port outside the Cold Heart Sea to complete the trial, even though the plundering ship was fighting hell at that time. The flag of the Calamity Family, but he didn't care at the time. He didn't know that his son's gold was actually invested by the current Witch King. Maybe he should have thought of it earlier.

"Yes, father." Cradin could only say bravely.

"Do you remember what happened? Tell me everything you know. Don't hide it! This is important."

Under the eyes of family members, Cradin told everything that happened at that time.

The family members did not joke or ridicule Cradin's embarrassing incident. They all wanted to try to understand a little bit about the Witch King's Hand through this incident. You must know that the Witch King's Hand is too mysterious, and Darkus has not yet become the Witch King's hand. The move had already attracted the attention of the entire Druchi elite. They had never seen any Druchi stand so close to His Majesty the Witch King. What happened during the convening of the Dark Council left a deep impression on these dignitaries. That The death of the stupid admiral is not important at all, what is important is the process of that admiral's death.

After Darkus became the Hand of the Witch-King, these powerful men wanted to find out about his trajectory and what happened in Krakarond, but they knew very little. Before the age of sixteen, he was well protected by the Hell Calamity family. After returning from the trial, he rarely attended public places, not even banquets, and only went to the arena once or twice. Even Krakalond Those unworthy dignitaries only knew his illustrious reputation. After that, he disappeared mysteriously for several years. No one knew where he went. After going to Nagarund, he stayed in the throne room with His Majesty the Witch King every day and rarely appeared in public view.

After Cradin finished speaking, there was a brief silence in the conference room. They were all thinking about this brief meeting between Cradin and the Hand of the Witch King. They tried to capture some information that would be beneficial to the family in this brief conversation. .

"Weird, so strange. If I participate in the trial and get such a rich loot, I will never divide it. I will bring it all back, with all the prestige and status. I will become the topic of the entire city's powerful people. I Why should we separate?" One of Kradin's brothers finally broke the silence and said.

Kradin's father glared at his stupid son, but he thought his son had a point.

"Perhaps he doesn't want to be too famous? Because there are too many trophies, so many powerful people in the entire Druchi society will know about him? You know just now Kraka said that there was a powerful person named Hal Gancy who also won the prize before him. That's not right. Although the Witch King's Hand must have done this for some reason, I can't understand the logic and motivation of the Witch King's Hand." Yilanya thought for a long time, and finally Said slowly.

These powerful people couldn't figure it out even if they tried to use Druchi's normal logic. It's strange that they could figure it out. Little did they know that Darkus, who had just come to this world, knew what it would be like to go back to a place like Naggaroth where even dogs don't want to be. He would just live in a sheltered place and just find a deserted place to live there. Now he has become a wizard. Hand of the King is driven by destiny.

"How come I became Druch's second-in-command after doing a trivial job?" This is what Darkus said.

"The survival of the family has reached the most critical moment. Now you go to Night Governor Castle. I will ask the housekeeper to check the Soverein equivalent of the investment you received at that time. You can bring it a thousand times, no! Ten thousand times! Well done One point, you must stay with the Witch King's Hand to serve him. This is an opportunity for many powerful people to get the qualifications!" Kradin's father said after thinking about it for a long time. He analyzed the conversation at the time and found that the Witch King's Hand did not make it clear. What do you want from Cradin? These promises were made by Cradin, which means that there may be a chance, and "maybe" may be enough.

Although Kradin's father did not know much about the trajectory of the Witch King's hand in Krakarond, he knew what happened in Naggarond because there were no secrets in Druchi society.

The Witch King's Hand's cousin has a very close relationship with the Witch King's Hand. He can be called the Witch King's Hand's agent. His cousin is often handling the external affairs of the Witch King's Hand. He is thoughtful and eloquent, and he is flawless in his work. He can keep out those speculators with just a few words. He can't even see the Witch King's Hand, and he has no chance to curry favor with the Witch King's Hand.

The members of the Crooked Claw family were not dissatisfied when they heard that they had to give away ten thousand times their wealth. They knew that this was an opportunity. If Kradin could become a follower of the Witch King's Hand, the benefits would be huge and generous. Like Dorian's followers, they can become Cradin's followers, which is equivalent to becoming followers of the Witch King's Hand in disguise. This is an opportunity.

No matter which society or world we are in, opportunities are extremely important. Of course, which one is more important, opportunity or ability, has always been a philosophical question and debate.

At the same time, the members of the Arashi family also knew that the head of the family had given up competing for the position of Hagrid Grave Varahar. Most members could understand the head of the family's decision after thinking for a while.

"Father? We gave up such a good opportunity like this?" The speaker was one of Cradin's brothers, a stupid son in his father's eyes.

"Although I don't understand the Witch King's hand, this is definitely not an opportunity, but a trap!" Kradin's father said after glaring at his stupid son. Although he doesn't understand the path of the Witch King's hand, he understands His Majesty the Witch King.

Malekith has been working against Hagrid Grave's eight families overtly and covertly. He is worried that these eight families will unite to resist his rule.

The Hook Claw family was also within the attack range of His Majesty the Witch King. Cradin's father could vaguely guess that this was a conspiracy hatched by the Witch King, no! It is inappropriate to say conspiracy. This is higher than conspiracy. This is conspiracy! After all this commotion, how many of the eight major families will be left? Does the rest still have the current strength? Will Valahar be able to secure his position by then? Then don't you let His Majesty the Witch King decide?

Cradin's father also quickly thought of a way to break the situation. As long as the eight major families can join forces to advance and retreat together, the conspiracy of the Witch King will be dismantled, but is this possible? Time is too tight. And he knows those guys too well. They have been eager for the opportunity to rise. They have waited too long for this opportunity. If it were not for lack of strength, he would not want to give up this hard-won opportunity. Moreover, there are two guys already buried in the ruins. Will their newly ascended sons abandon them?

What the stupid son wanted to say was stopped by the family member sitting next to him. He also saw the impatience and coldness in his father's eyes and suppressed what he was about to say.

Kradin's scalp was even more numb at this time. He knew that a heavy burden was pressing on him, ten thousand times? It would be okay if he became a follower of the Witch King's Hand, but if he couldn't, the interest would be a bit high. His family and his father would not pay for him. What's more important than this is that after his failure As a result, he saw Yilanya's encouraging nod to him in a trance.

(Usually those with names usually have some role in the drama. I’m really too lazy to make up names, and readers generally can’t remember them.)——

Nasser had woken up, but of course he did not open his eyes and stared numbly at the ceiling above the bed. The pupils of his eyes had been ruptured and poisoned, and the sorceresses directly removed the eyeballs.

Nasser was in a daze and thought he was still in a dream. After all, the impression was so deep that it seemed to be imprinted in his mind and he could not forget it. In the dream, a strangely dressed elf stood next to a strange furnace. It seemed to be a dense forest. The towering trees in the distance could block the sun, just like Hagrid Grey, who could not see the sun all year round. Same as husband. The elf kept hammering, demonstrating and teaching him how to become an excellent blacksmith in front of him.

Nasser didn't know the identity of the elf in front of him. Could it be Val? He wanted to ask but he couldn't speak. He wanted to move but he seemed to be an illusory existence. He could only stand by the anvil and watch. He saw power in the elf, but what impressed him most was the eyes, which were full of emotions that he could not express in words.

Unbeknownst to Nasser, there was a force guiding him every time he pondered the identity of the Elf.

"Are you awake?"

A word interrupted Nasser's wandering thoughts and brought him back to the real world. Although he could no longer see, his senses seemed to have become sharper. He knew that there were three Dudus standing next to him. Rucci, because he heard the sound of three breaths, he struggled to get up.

"My advice to you is not to move." Darkus continued, with a hint of wariness in his eyes.

"Sir? Where is this?"

"Good question, your soul did not return to the arms of Erth Hayiai, you are still alive, and now you are in the main tower of Hagrid Grave Nightlord Castle."

"Night Governor Castle? Val." Nasir struggled to get up after hearing this.

"Don't you understand what I'm saying? I told you not to move." Darkus shouted sharply.

Following this sharp shout, Nasser's still twisting body froze, forming a strange and funny movement.

After seeing this funny action, Genevieve laughed directly. Only then did Nasser realize that there was a fourth person in the room.

Maranur and Drusala looked at Darkus strangely. He didn't explain, and he didn't need to explain. He took out the bag containing the ogham stone fragments from his arms, took out a small piece from the few remaining fragments and threw it next to Nasser's hand.

"Grab that stone, and you will answer whatever I ask you." Darkus said coldly. He had his own way of doing things. As his identity changed and the longer he came to this world, he became more and more stubborn. He has always been somewhat wary of Druch around him, and he prefers to stay with Chupa Coco. Although Chupa Coco is sometimes a little out of character, they are one of the few friends he has. He was like this to Druchi beside him, let alone Druchi who appeared in the form of a descendant from the sky.

Darkus currently doesn't have any of the trophies he got from the last trip to the sinister peaks with him. They are all being shelved or maintained in various places. He is afraid of following someone's path and following in the footsteps of Malus.

"Yes, sir."

"What drove you to jump down?" Darkus didn't ask what happened in the manor. He already understood the cause and effect before the dinner the day before yesterday.

"At that time, a voice appeared in my mind, guiding me to jump."

Upon hearing this, Maranur and Drusala became uneasy. They looked at each other in surprise, and then looked at Darkus. But Genevieve was used to it and was obviously used to it.

"Did you see or hear any omens during your coma?"

Nasser stammered out what he saw in his dream.

Maranur and Drusala were even less calm this time.

"Last question, does that elf wear an eyepatch?"

"Wear it! Black blindfold." A force drove Nasser to say these words.

"Is this routine upgraded again?" Darkus was also a little uneasy. He looked at the intact Ogham stone fragments spread out in Nasser's hand and wondered. He couldn't figure out whether the blacksmith who appeared out of nowhere was a chosen believer of Vaal or some kind of smuggler. He knew he was targeted by the One, and his battle with Him never ceased.

"Do I also have another head?" Whatever Darkus needs, He will send it to him? Is he really the ever-changing Demon King who exists in another form? Or maybe the old lady has been looking for Val, and is this indeed Val’s divine choice?

Darkus knew that the old lady wanted to eat fish, but it was time for some French fries. He had to settle the account with the old lady.

"What I need now is not a skilled blacksmith, what I need is a complete industrial process similar to that of the Chaos Dwarves." Darkus said something incomprehensible to Nasser.

Nasser did not respond to Darkus because he did not understand. But Maranur, Drusala, and Genevieve understood what Darkus meant.

Drusala stretched out her hand and signaled to Darkus to kill Nasir, but Darkus shook his head to stop him.

"I can help you get revenge, but you have to prove your worth first, remember! What I need is a complete set of industrial processes, industrial processes! By the way, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Darkus Hell. Disaster, the hand of the Witch King, Chief Consul Druch, you have a good rest first, time is still long, and changes never stop."

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"My brother, are you saying there is something wrong with him?" After walking out of the room, Maranur asked seriously in the corridor.

"Are you opening your eyes? If an ordinary blacksmith can come up with the entire set of industrial processes we need, or can solve the key points..." Darkus did not return to yes or no.

Maranur thought for a moment and nodded, agreeing with Darkus' statement.

"If you can't get it out, then he may be the God of Forging, sent by Val to your side." Drusala said with emotion. She more or less knew Morathi's intention, but she had no choice. Things are different now. She is now the divine choice of the sisters Herati and Assati, an existence that can shock the entire three spirits!

"What if, I mean what if it could be taken out?..." Genevieve whispered, and in the end she simply stopped talking.

Three powerful Druchi and a vampire who traveled around the world stood silently in the corridor.

"That's a clear sign."

There are at most two chapters left before the transition is over.