Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 253 103. A loving mother and a filial son

Malekith did not interrupt, but sat on the throne and leaned his cheek to listen. As he listened, he fell into memories again. It was when he returned to Tal Anlek to eliminate the rebellious cultists when he was young.

"The dog you raised is too weak." After finishing four of his mother's followers, Malekith turned to look at his mother and said.

"I can have as much rubbish as I want. Although the thing you are wearing gives you a lot of power, you are still too immature." Morathi waved his hand lazily and said with a tone full of indifference.

Malekith saw Morathi suddenly point her staff at him after finishing speaking, and his whole body suddenly felt pain. He didn't even see how his mother took action. He could hardly stand, but he caught it. The magic threads emerging from the staff immediately cast counter magic, cutting off all those magic threads. The pain on his body was instantly reduced.

"You have never taught me this before. It seems that you are not only not a qualified mother, but also not a qualified teacher." Malekith sneered.

"You didn't come to see me today to ask me to teach you. I have made many new discoveries in the more than a thousand years since you left. If you can give up your stupid jealousy, I can still teach you these skills. ." Morathi said with a sad tone, shaking her head.

Instead of responding to his mother, Malekith cast another spell at his mother, who dispelled it with a gentle wave of her staff.

"Rude! Maybe these little tricks of yours can scare the country bumpkins and dwarves who only know how to play runes in the colony, but I won't be fooled so easily by you!"

After finishing speaking, Morathi slowly raised her hand and began to control the wind of magic. Countless circling and flying blades immediately appeared around her, and more and more, gradually turned into a luminous vortex.

"Blade storm?" Malekith chuckled and immediately started to counterattack, but his mother's magic blade actually dodged or changed its shape automatically. His counterattack failed, and all the blades were fired at this time. He immediately dodged to the other side, and the sharp blade formed by magic struck the wall and marble tiles, leaving dense cracks.

"Silly boy, you are moving too slowly." Morathi walked towards Malekith and said.

Malekith did not respond to his mother, but immediately summoned a whip made of flames. The whip wrapped around his mother's staff as if it were alive. He pulled it gently, and his mother's staff was released. After taking his hand off, he grabbed the staff and threw it against the wall, then smashed it into pieces.

"You have lived too long. In other words, you are too old to play with these little toys." Malekith said with a sneer.

"Presumptuous!" Morathi roared angrily.

Malekith suddenly felt as if his calf had been hit hard by something. He suddenly fell to the ground and screamed. He was sure that his leg bones and knees were broken.

"Stop howling!" Morathi screamed and used a magic similar to the Void Grip.

Malekith was lifted up from the ground by his mother's magic. He felt that his neck was being squeezed tighter and tighter by a pair of invisible hands, and it seemed like someone was holding his thighs around his neck. He gasped hard. Gasping, he felt like he couldn't breathe, and the sharp pain in his legs and knees prevented him from concentrating on countering his mother's magic.

"My silly son, I think you have made something wrong? Without me, why do you rule a country by yourself? I think this kind of ungrateful guy should be someone like Barshana, not you." Mo Mo. Russ walked up to Malekith and said coldly.

Malekith was still floating in the air under his mother's control and struggling, but he suddenly heard Barshana's name, and he suddenly became furious. Flames spurted out from his body and rolled towards his mother. The flames hit his mother. It was of no use to his mother, who waved her hand away without a care in the world, dispelling his magical flames, but his mother's magic was also lifted and he fell to the ground with a thud and retched.

Morathi walked up to Malekith, bent down and took off Malekith's helmet.

Malekith suddenly felt a sense of weakness all over his body. The Iron Ring was an artifact that could amplify magic. He had been using the Iron Ring to train his magic.

Morathi carefully observed the steel ring fastened to the helmet. Her eyes stared at every ravine and scratch on the steel ring. She scratched around the steel ring with her fingers like a cat, but there was still no trace. After touching the steel ring, she squatted next to Malekith and threw the helmet on the ground like garbage. At this time, Malekith breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you don't know how to use it, you shouldn't have it in the first place. If you ask me, I'll teach you how to make the most of it. Without this ring, you and your magic will be weak, and you should You should listen to your mother carefully." Morathi's voice became charming, and she gently stroked Malekith's face as if stroking a baby.

"Maybe? But I still think what I learned from my father is more useful." Malekith said with a sneer. Suddenly he took out a hand and hit his mother hard on the face with his fist, knocking her away. The mother was beaten so hard that her whole body flew straight out.

Morathi was knocked unconscious by this sudden physical attack, and her magic also lost its effect due to the loss of control.

Malekith felt relieved. He endured the severe pain and used the spell on himself. After a while, he took a few deep breaths and tried to stand up slowly. He looked at his mother lying on the ground coldly, and raised his hand lightly. , the long sword that fell to the ground flew back into his hand. The moment the long sword came into his hand, he slashed his mother's neck!

"Slow down!" Morathi suddenly woke up and shouted.

Malekith's long sword paused for a moment, stopping only a few centimeters away from his mother's neck. It was not because of magic, nor was he begging for mercy, nor was he intimidating. It was the same tone as scolding a child who had done something wrong. His mother used this tone to scold him when he was just a child.

"What?" Malekith asked in confusion. He kept thinking about why he should listen to his mother.

"Don't be stupid, is this really good for you? Will you really benefit from killing me?" Morathi said slowly.

"What are you going to say? Stop playing tricks. Once you dare to resist, I guarantee you will be dead and dismembered." Malekith asked, but he slowly lowered his hand holding the sword.

"Do you think that if I die, you will become the ruler of Ulthuan?" Morathi asked, staring into Malekith's eyes.

"At least it's harmless," Malekith said with a sneer.

"No, this will do you no good at all! If you kill me here, it will be the worst result. All elves will think you are a parricide, and history will only record it like this, and then what you do Everything you do will become a shame and slowly be forgotten."

"You mean I should let you live?" Malekith asked with a frown.

"Yes, I will make my sect your strength. If I die, they cannot be used by you. They will betray you, split into large and small rebels, or lurk in the shadows. "

"But if I don't kill you, sooner or later you will use the cult to deal with me. You will weaken my authority bit by bit and force me to allow you to make conditions with me. Don't you think I am so easy to deceive? Even if everything about me is If I have to start all over again, your death would be a good outcome for me!"

"Then you can imprison me. As long as I am in your hands, my sect will be loyal to you. And with me as a hostage, your powerful power can also get the best publicity. You can also I leave it to Balshana. Your kindness will win you a great reputation. But if you kill me, they will only regard you as a parricide. Have you forgotten why they didn't choose you to be the Phoenix King? ? Will your mother's death change their view of you? Will they be willing to let you take Barshana's place?"

"I don't care what they think of me!" Malekith roared angrily.

"Then be a fool! If you plan to use force to seize the position of Phoenix King, you should pull out the Divine Sword of Kane on the Isle of Blight from the beginning! But what you want is to rely on personal prestige and If you want to rule with glory, then you must not let other princes be disgusted with you! Now they respect you very much, and there are even many princes who plan to support you to inherit the crown of Balshana. You need to continue to maintain it, so that they can I have a good impression of you, and I! I am just a good tool to show you my own virtue." Morathi also shouted at Malekith.

At this time, Malekith put down his sword. He stared into his mother's eyes, trying to find some deception and cunning, but he only saw sincerity in his mother's eyes.

"You will be humiliated in front of all the elves, and your current identity and status will be wiped out." Malekith sighed.

"I don't care about this kind of thing at all. I have confidence in you and have the patience to wait. As long as you become the Phoenix King, I can return to my original position from the prison cell. I will pray and repent to the gods devoutly. , it is not difficult to pretend to be a prisoner of Barshana, my boy."

Malekith thought for a moment, inserted the long sword into the scabbard, and helped his mother up from the ground.

"I can spare your life, but if you dare to betray or deceive me, I will chop off your head without hesitation." Malekith whispered in his mother's ear.

"You have proven this to me, and this is why I have always been proud of you." Morathi hugged Malekith and also said in Malekith's ear.

The sound of the black steel door pulled Malekith out of his memories again. He looked at Darkus, and when he saw that Darkus didn't look at him, he covered his forehead with his hands and looked down at his own. Thigh, he didn't want Darkus to see what he looked like now. At this moment, an indescribable feeling emerged in his heart, and he felt incomparable pain! At the same time, he was also confused. He should have chopped it off at that time! Maybe things will be different now!