Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 62 34. Mangil

While Darkus was looking at the ring, Walter was about to pick up the leaf hammer and open the gourd to Mangil again.

Darkus hurriedly blocked it with the back of the Messer knife, shook his head at Walter and said, "Huh? This is not yours."

Walter was stunned for a moment, then reacted and put away the leaf hammer. Darkus swung the Messer knife and cut off Mangil's right hand directly.

The battle is over. The team led by three Druchi dignitaries has eliminated the cold lizard riders of the Heart Eater family. The family guards who jumped off the dark Pegasus were also killed by Darkus' retinue, Edmund and Kane. The assassins took care of it.

This time it was Ren who was lying on the ground. Franais stepped forward anxiously to check and found that Ren was only knocked out by the shock wave of the explosion, and he was relieved.

Baine's druchi halberd was thrust into the mouth of the manticore. At this moment, he was standing proudly next to the manticore and looking at everything. The big guy looked at Baine inexplicably and pushed him away. The cold lizards They began to eat the carcass of the manticore.

Mangil didn't cry out even after his right hand was chopped off. Instead, he turned his head and gasped, looking at Darkus with a gnawing look. He was still struggling to stand up.

Darkus didn't talk nonsense to Mangil and smiled at Mangil. He smiled like a spring, like a sixteen-year-old sunny boy.

"Franais!" Darkus raised his head towards Mangil and said. Franais came over knowingly and controlled Mangil's mouth.

At this time, Garroth ran over, knelt outside the Three Swords of Darkus and said: "My lord, I beg you to hand him over to me."

There should be a story behind this, but Darkus was not interested in knowing. He held the Ruby Ring of Destruction in his hand and looked at the sun, nodded and asked, "What are you going to do with it?"

"Sir, tell me!"

"Skin him off and put the skin on his armor. His father will be proud of him."

At dusk, the team roared directly into the Screaming Gate on the south bank of the Red Poison River. The city guards guarding the city gate got out of the way early. They did not want to be knocked down by the Cold Lizard. Darkus divided these cold lizards and became the trophies of each family.

There was not a single pedestrian on the street. If it weren't for the dim candlelight from the small window of the roadside house, Darkus would have thought it was a ghost town.

Also, the weather is so cold, everyone is preparing for the annual carnival the day after tomorrow, right?

Mangil was released in the noble district, wearing his brother's skin and covered in blood. It was obvious that Garroth's skills were not very good.

Mangil staggered towards the manor of the Heart Eater family. The road he walked on was covered with blood. A city guard patrol accidentally bumped into him. The city guards turned around and returned the same way. He took a few steps forward and fell on the road, dying with endless hatred and pain.

Mangil was supposed to follow the Black Ark and launch a raid on the Castle of Resentment, start his legendary career, and lead his gang of skinners to spread terror and chaos across the old world. Unfortunately, before this legend even debuted, he was met with the fate of Darkhus. The Terminator choked.

At the same crossroads, the Druchi dignitaries greeted each other and then went their separate ways with the loot. They had to prepare for the midnight of death the day after tomorrow.

Midnight of Death is an annual big day for the Drukhi. Witch spirits will appear on the streets of local cities and hold a killing spree without restraint, massacring their own relatives.

In Hal Gonthy, the druchi's bloodlust and thirst for blood are bound by Nagaroth's strictest laws. Only at midnight of death are these laws temporarily revoked and the Druchi unleash their true instincts. When the bright moon rises, madness sets in. Slaves and prisoners will be released onto the streets, bloody and wanton massacres will flow through the boulevards and squares, and thick bloody smoke will float in the twisted city. Wine and blood mixed together and flowed into the streets. The night sky was torn apart by manic screams. The streets were covered with blood and heart, lungs and intestines. The mutilated corpses blocked the drainage ditches. Witches and spirits went crazy beside these slaughtered corpses. Dance.

But in other places in Nagaroth, only the wizards will celebrate the midnight of death. Other Druchi are afraid to avoid it for fear of becoming a living sacrifice to the murder god. All these Druchi civilians can do is guard the door. Lock it up. If possible, you can sacrifice your baby or the old, weak, sick and disabled at home to the witch spirit to get the chance to see the sun the next day. For the powerful and powerful people living in Krakalond, you can stay here this night. In the manor, the wizards and spirits will not enter the aristocratic area. Of course, the dignitaries can also go out to have fun.

The three Takaia brothers did not return to their ancestral home but followed Darkus back to Night Governor Castle. If they returned to their ancestral home at night, they would definitely be raided.

It was already dark when we arrived at the Night Governor Castle. Butler Dia and his waiters greeted him at the main entrance. Darkus asked Butler Dia to send back the head of the eldest son of the Calvo family. The father and son had not seen each other for two days, so it must have been very serious. It's missing.

After exchanging pleasantries we went to the dining area for dinner.

Darkus stretched out his hands in surprise and said, "Hey, my dear brother, what day is today? It's such a coincidence?"

Maranur glared at Dacus, swallowed the rest of the steak, and drank some wine.

"You are making too much noise. All the noble banquets in Krakalond have been stopped these days."

After greeting the other family members, Darkus arranged for his followers to sit down.

"I have a relationship with you. How are you preparing for the day after tomorrow?"

Maranur said nonchalantly: "I will lead the team myself."

Darkus pointed his finger at the ceiling and asked, "This is a big battle. Did he agree?"

"Of course, but the Lengyan family must deliver a designated share within a hundred years, and every contributing family will have a share."

"It's expected, isn't it? Then I will deal with those three families the day after tomorrow and support you guys depending on the situation."

Everyone, today’s update is so bad that I can’t write it properly_(:з」∠)_