Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 70 42. A happy family

Walter's pupils refocused, he took a deep breath and asked in a low voice: "Ren, did I just shout out?"

"Your voice echoes throughout Krakarlond."

Walter looked at Ren with a stiff face. Ren patted Walter on the shoulder and said with a smile: "No, you didn't make a sound. You sit here and rest for a while. I have to pick up my brother."

At the same time, Hagrid Grave was also holding Hanir Hala.

Malus Blackblade was also experiencing the same thing. Hatred boiled in his mind and muscles, black poison filled his veins, and the desire to tear flesh and blood tortured him. He wanted his The enemy squirmed and stinked, crying for mercy.

Malus straightened up, his steps stronger and more purposeful, and walked out of the door to the outer court, which opened silently before him. In the distance, many low-level nobles and their families were waiting. They were not qualified to be entertained by the Night Governor. Instead, they tortured themselves in their own way, cutting and piercing their bodies as a sign of loyalty.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, and the outer court where the lower-class dignitaries lived had a festive atmosphere. The food and wine on the plates carried by the waiters shuttled among the dignitaries. Laughter, sighs of pleasure, and screams of agony rose like musical notes above the sounds of conversation. Malus looked at the ghostly faces of the departing dignitaries and whispered to each other. He looked at all this with disdain and forced his body to walk.

At the end of the line, a small group of dignitaries were waiting. After a while, Malus found that one of the three dignitaries was looking at him with interest. He forced himself to try to recognize the face, but he couldn't remember the name.

This powerful man was of medium height, somewhat scrawny, and the thinness of his youth had not completely dissipated. His head was shaved except for a pirate-style topknot, and his pointed ears were adorned with glittering spirit rings. There was a sparse goatee on his narrow chin, and his black pupils were dilated with excitement, as if shining with hidden knowledge.

"Who is this self-righteous fool?"

Malus frowned and looked at this idiot. The robes of this idiot nobleman were made of very good Kaitan materials, but lacked trimming. The leather almost reached the idiot's knees, and the Hadrica on his neck was the mark of a dark red mountain peak.

"Nice to meet you, Your Excellency." The idiot lowered his head and bowed, saying pretentiously. He then asked softly, "Your Excellency, are you satisfied with the gift I prepared in Krakalond?"

Malus knew who this fool was, Ferland Baller, his cousin. He looked carefully. This fool was here to ensure peace between Hagrid Grave and the Nagor. , the latest settlement after decades of bitter and bloody feuding. Therefore, the fool enjoys a certain degree of political protection.

The caution and anger in Malus's heart were intertwined, and he said coldly: "Oh, yes. I received it, thank you for your gift."

Furland leaned closer, his voice full of conspiracy, and whispered: "Excellent! We have many things to discuss, my cousin. As you know, I am at the court of Hagrid Grave After spending some time with your family, and" he tried to give a self-effacing smile, "I pride myself on knowing a thing or two about the art of conspiracy, I learned some things, some very interesting things, and I miss you. You will find them very important." Forlan put a hand on Malus's shoulder, "My cousin, if we form an equal alliance, we can all benefit from it, eh!"

Malus's left hand closed around Furlan's throat in a blur of fatal movements. Ferland was pale and his eyes were bulging. One of his followers shouted and rushed forward, reaching out to grab Malus's wrist, but Lunara's sword passed through the air and chopped off the follower's watermelon. Another of Furlan's waiters shivered back, raised his hands in surrender, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

"That's right, Ferlan, my dear cousin, you do have something to discuss with me." Malus roared viciously, holding his hand tighter.

Ferlan's face grew paler, and his hands grasped in vain.

"I will discuss with you how to peel off your scabbed skin and carve away the muscles with a thorn blade, then spread your ribs and see your shrunken organs. I will peel off your pathetic face with a thorn blade and Put it back on your face like a mask, and I will discuss with you how you knew I went to Krakarond. You will tell me who gave you this information and why. You will talk to me Discuss all this. And then you will pray through your ragged lips that I will be so restrained from showing you how deep the darkness is within me!"

On Krakarond's side, Franais met with Annasara on behalf of the Takaia family. Their family had not entered the hall for hundreds of years and could only show their loyalty by self-mutilation outside, but in the loyalty ceremony. After Koushe and the Takaia family were confirmed by Newkel, they were qualified. Anasara did not make things difficult for him, but just went through a process.

This year's Hanil Hara is over, and the next one will be held in 10 years.

After the Twilight Tide ended, Anasara told Darkus to go find her, but Darkus kept delaying.

Darkus was worried that Anasara's black magic would pry into his inner secrets, but he still had to go to the audience because the fool Ferland Bale was gone, and he knew what was waiting for that fool, so he Gotta get that thing done.

Anasara was still sitting on the throne, and the body on the ground had been taken away. Only the blood stains remained on the marble floor tiles. The hall was empty, with Nukel and Maranur still standing around.

She did not ask how Darkus became the chosen one of Moraig Heg, as she was not interested. Instead, she asked Darkus what he thought about the future.

Darkus lowered his head and said respectfully: "Mother, fate seems to direct me to go to Lustria in the south."

Anasara nodded calmly and said: "During the Twilight Tide, Adaos asked you to do something?"

"Yes, Clan Mother, I am planning to go to the Ardaeus Temple on the Black Ridge Mountains in a while."

Anasara could guess what she was doing. It was nothing more than helping Ardaeus get a handy weapon. She turned to look at her son and said, "Prepare some materials for Dacus then, and give them to the family by the way." My children also get some equipment."

Newkel nodded and accepted the order.

Annasara continued: "Do you need help from your family to go to Lustria?"

"Thank you Clan Mother. We don't need to just explore the road for the time being, but we have something to do right now." After speaking, Darkus took out the treasure map from his arms and presented it in his hands.

Anasara directly used black magic to pull the treasure map over, held it in her hand to look at it, laughed, and threw it into Newkel's hand.

"how do you want to do it?"

Darkus had thought about it before and said directly: "Mother of the Clan, I need a fake soul dagger, fake enough to fool the big devil's perception!"

As soon as they heard the word "big devil", Anasara and Newkel looked at Darkus, and Maranur, who was still in a daze, also came back to his senses.

Annasara stared at Darkus and said seriously: "Tell me more specifically."

"I want to take out the real one and replace it with a fake one. The real one is best thrown into the active volcano in the Blackridge Mountains or presented to His Majesty the Witch King Malekith."

Annasara laughed and said: "Listen to what you mean, this thing is quite hot, haha, Elariel the Cursed." After saying that, he stood up, teleported directly, and the person disappeared.

“Every family is a fun-loving family.”

Darkus shook his head.

Teleportation, borrowed from the official novel The Sword of Caledor, Morathi teleports directly from Sulefit to the ground.