Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 40 12. Conspiracy loudly

In South America, there is a temple city located in the Lustria jungle. It is dazzling and radiant. It is called Hesiota, the "City of the Sun". Due to its location and history, the City of the Sun was the most fortified and militarily powerful of all the temple cities. Teams of lizard warriors patrolled the square and city walls. The scars on the outer walls were witnesses of the city's countless experiences in resisting foreign aggression over the millennia.

The most dazzling building in this city is the South Sky Star Pyramid, with the star observation room at the top. The leader of the city, Lord Mazdamudi, the most powerful and oldest Slann Demon Priest in existence, slowly woke up from his short sleep. Come.

Mazdamudi raised his head and stared at the deep universe. He thought about whether the ancient saints were still there and whether the "big plan" had any meaning. He lowered his head, only Pikipochi was waiting beside him, and his favorite dried worms had been prepared.

Dakwu Sui wandered around below for a while, and stopped by to see Chupa Coco. Kalien's main responsibility now was still to take good care of him, but the situation was better. The skink could speak some commonly used Elvish. , albeit with a distinctive Lustrian accent.

Now that the weather is getting colder, Chupa Coco sleeps in the hole all day long, looking like he is going to hibernate. When Darkus went to see him, he was covered with three layers of quilts inside and three outside, sleeping soundly, and Darkus didn't wake him up.

"A skink snores even when sleeping."

"Yeager, aren't you going up to the banquet?"

Yeager shook his head calmly and said: "Master, I'm sorry, I don't like it very much. I prefer to stay with beasts."

The welcome banquet of Night Governor Castle had begun, and the main hall was already dark. Darkus was not interested in participating. After coming out, he took Walter through the side door and went to the dining area for dinner. Then he relied on his memory to avoid the crowd, and walked to the third floor in a zigzag manner. Standing on the corner of the upper floor, he looked at the reveling Druzi dignitaries below and shook his head.

At this time, Darkus noticed a gaze directed at him from below. He looked over and saw a young male Druch, over two meters tall, chewing on a bloody cow heart and looking at him. Seeing Darkus looking at him, the Druch stuffed the remaining beef heart into his mouth, chewed it while showing a perverted smile, and waved at Darkus, his eyes were fierce and full of murder. meaning.

"Sir, that is Mangil from the Heart Eater family."

Darkus said coldly: "I know him. If you don't want to attend the banquet, just go back to your room first."

Walter's good brothers and sisters all came, and Darkus didn't tease him and just let him go back. He had an impression of Mangil, the son of Krall, the patriarch of the Heart Eater family. He met him once during a banquet of the city's dignitaries. He was very oppressive with his height of 2.2 meters. At the banquet, he looked at him very provocatively, as if he was looking at a chopping board. The meat left a very deep impression on him who was not yet an adult at the time.

"I'll find an opportunity to kill you and take my eyes out."

Darkus also showed a sinister smile, stretched out his right hand and gave Mangil a middle finger, turned around and continued walking towards the fourth floor.

The Black Ark Fortress of Resentment belongs to the Heart Eater, a small black ark two kilometers long. It has repeatedly attacked the coast and waterways of Ulthuan, as well as Norsca, Bretonnia, Arabi, and the southern city-states. Take advantage of it and spread fear everywhere. The patriarch Krall is a fear lord. Like the Mogar family, he has two seats in the Druchi Hundred Council, but this family has its own ideas and opinions.

At the entrance to the minaret of Darkus, Maranur was lying on the fence watching the banquet below, gritting his teeth, his expression was gloomy, as if he was thinking about something happy.

"My dear brother, if you don't go down to the banquet, what are you doing at the door of my room?"

Maranur turned his head and smiled at Darkus: "I'm waiting for you here! My dear brother."

Darkus said with a look of disgust: "What do I have to wait for? There are so many young and beautiful female Druches waiting for you downstairs."

Maranur's face darkened again and he said: "Today's protagonist is not me, but the Bale and his son." He paused, sighed, and then said, "In the afternoon, Young Master Nukel came to see me, the Heart Eater." The family patriarch, Kral, wants to marry his daughter to me.”

Darkus also lay next to Maranur and glanced down. He knew her, the famous courtesan of Krakarond and Mangil's sister.

She has a pair of purple eyes of Nagaryth blood. She is slender, poised, and light. She is wearing a green silk dress. Her thick and smooth black hair is combed into a thick braid that hangs down to her waist. There are scattered on the braid. Wisps of glistening gray-white bone fragments. Her hairstyle represents a dark legend of Druchi that is full of dirty deals. She seems to be pursuing something secretly. Maybe it is a way to get closer to Slaanesh, the god of love and art?

At this moment, a group of young Toms surrounded her.

Darkus didn't tease Maranur because he could feel that Maranur was unhappy at the moment and would explode at any time.

"Oh~ Poor Maranur, this is the test given to you by young master Nukel." As he said, Darkus took out a gold velvet bag from his arms and handed it to Maranur, "The contents in the bag The jewelry is very, very beautiful. It comes from the gold mines of Golond and has been processed by the sorceresses in the dark witchcraft monastery. It is in very good condition and she will definitely like it very much."

Maranur poured the jewelry into the palm of his hand and looked at it. After looking at it for a while, he put the jewelry back and put it in his arms.

Darkus said sinisterly: "My dear brother, you can choose one to give to her."

His subtext is to apply slow poison to jewelry.

Maranur thought about it, then shook his head and said: "No, the success rate is too low, and it is easy to be discovered. If it succeeds, the powerful people in the city will guess that it is me."

Darkus understood, raised his head indifferently, and said: "Then it depends on Ferland Bale. Find an opportunity through him to lure her out of the city. For example, if there is any poison that can kill both of us instantly, , or some reason to join forces to usurp power. The eve of winter is coming soon. I have to leave for the forest farm in a few days. Then you can find some good people and I will handle this matter. I will send her back intact. Krakarond.”

In the hall at this time, Ferland Bale's face was full of pride, and he seemed to be very satisfied with yesterday's plan? A group of female druchis were surrounding him, and he seemed to be the most beautiful druchie tonight.

Maranur thought again, then smiled viciously and patted Darkus on the shoulder.

"You are truly my dear and good brother. I'm going down first. The female Druzis downstairs are still waiting for me. I want to find a sorceress tonight to appreciate the jewelry you gave me."

Darkus ignored him and continued to lie on the fence and look down.

"It seems that the dignitaries in the city are disobedient again. What are the Thorns and Heart Eaters families plotting loudly?" Then he thought of the old Calvo family who couldn't bend his neck the day he came back.

Drucci's power struggle was pathological, and there was no Eastern Roman three-step process of hairpin, castration, and monastery.

Rather, it is the ultimate and pure one, focusing on destroying the body, without any lower limit, not willing to destroy everything, and full of intrigues and intrigues in a "Byzantine" style.

"Day of the Dagger? I like it."

Mangil, White Dwarf Issue 298, War Dog Mercenary.