Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 194 44 Endless pain and torture (as in the title)

Author: The Fish Daxian who can’t swim

Chapter 194 44. Endless pain and torture (as in the title)

(This chapter foreshadows three to four main lines, so you don’t have to read it if you’re not interested)

The dragon-armored Kain cursed Malekith and tried thirteen tricks, but there was no solution. Darkus could only go to Athel Loren to try his luck with Lord Dais.

After talking about Kane and then talking about other things for a while, mainly about dragon eggs, Malekith suddenly had a good idea. He was going to make a twisted plan to deal with his damn cousin. That Nagari

Prince Bascon of Sri Lanka had nothing to talk about, although he didn’t know why his father sent Bascon at that time.

He went to the north, but in his words, he was a proud and arrogant fool. He had seen him several times in his father's military camp. He didn't like the look on Bascon's face when he looked at him. As for the dragon,

He didn't even remember it. There were too many dragons at that time, and the dragon in Bascon didn't leave a deep impression on him.

It was already very late, and Darkus was ready to resign.

"Darkus!"

Just as Darkus was about to walk out of the black steel gate, Malekith called him.

"Your Majesty?" Darkus turned around and looked into Malekith's orange eyes.

"Don't underestimate God, at least not now!"

Darkus was stunned for a moment. He was a little confused as to why Malekith suddenly said this. Then he bowed to Malekith and left again.

Malekith's words seemed to drop his head. Darkus was not having a good night, or it could be described as painful. Because he had a nightmare, he seemed to be walking in a sky that was churning, thundering, and raining bones and ashes.

down, under

Fighting in a turbulent sea of ​​blood. He stumbled and walked, occasionally tripping over invisible stones under the blood and falling into the blood. A large group of angry ghosts grabbed him every step he walked, talking nonsense and chattering.

With.

The ghosts howled and stretched out towards Darkus with deformed hands. There were no pupils in their eyes, only pearly whites. A withered sorceress suddenly jumped on Darkus' back and stabbed deeply with her cracked nails.

Entering Darkus's chest, tearing Darkow away with her jagged teeth

His face. A hulking, slithering creature of exposed, writhing muscle undulating on a sea of ​​blood, lashing Darkus with jagged tendrils of viscous flesh. A pack of hounds hungrily surrounded Darkus

Turning around, their open jaws dripped with green venom, ready to bite.

Darkus roared in the storm, slashing at the ghost with his long sword, but the ghost's body separated like water with every blow, and then came back together again, and he kept slashing like this.

.

The next second, Darkus was lying on a bed with tumbling corpses. His pale hands picked him up, caressed his body, and held him tightly in his arms. His lips pressed against his skin.

, tasting him, admiring him. The air was heavy and still, scented with incense, and quivering with the groans and sighs of hundreds of ecstatic voices.

Faces appeared around Darkus, with a hungry look in their deep eyes that he could not forget. The face stretched out towards him, and his hands touched his naked chest, and every slender fingertip was on his

A heat mark was left on the skin.

On the other side, Hagrid Grave, Varachal's castle.

A Druchi woman bent down and opened one eyelid.

"His wounds are healing."

"Then some more hushalta, I'm tired of waiting!" a voice said sternly.

Hushalta, also known as "brother's milk," is a viscous, pungent liquid made from extracts from Tyrell plants and alkaloids from the mountains of Naggaroth. Drinking this stuff will cause

It causes deep sleep, which is characterized by vivid nightmares and lingering hallucinations after waking up, but it can also speed up Drucchi's recovery process. In addition, long-term use and high doses can cause memory loss and even dementia, turning into

Fool.

Cold fingers pried open his lips, and a thick liquid with the smell of burnt copper poured down his throat.

Malus suffocated, his body convulsed, but a pair of strong hands held him in place.

The lights dimmed, the face was hidden in a red mist, the red gradually turned to black, and a familiar voice sounded in the darkness.

"You fool!" Zhakan said teasingly.

Malus opened his sticky eyes and saw his toes scraping against the smooth marble floor. Two druchi grabbed his arms and dragged him along a passage illuminated by witch lamps.

"I seem to have been attacked? How strange?" Malus raised his head with difficulty to observe the surrounding environment. His mouth felt like tanned leather. He felt that his skin was tight, as if he had a fever, but

His body was still intact, he thought hazily.

The howling cold wind blew across Malus' face, messing up his hair, the chains jingled, and the pure tones made his blood run cold. The strong hand holding his arm released him,

He knelt on the marble tiles of a large circular room.

The orb of the witch's lamp shimmered from the ornately crafted iron candlesticks on the walls of the room, illuminating the reliefs on the walls depicting a series of famous massacres during the long war between Druchi and Assur. The center of the room high

Hanging from the high ceiling was a bunch of chains with cruel hooks at the ends, and the metal links made a soft clanking sound in the wind.

Malus could feel other people's eyes on him. He took a shaky breath and straightened up. Druchi, who was waiting for him, stared at him with reptilian eyes.

Lehan the Fallen Blade, Valahar of Hagrid Grave, stood bare-chested before his son, his muscular upper body marked with dozens of scars from his service to the Witch-King. His

His black hair was combed back from the top, highlighting his fierce eyes and full aquiline nose.

Two broken men stood behind Lehan's shadow, hatred flashing in their eyes.

The first Druch was tall, almost as majestic as Lehan himself, although his right arm was hidden under layers of black robes. This was Malus's half-brother Ulay, who had the same

He has the same sharp, angry features as his father, but his face is gaunt and his pale skin has an unhealthy blue tint. Since his return at the Temple of Cain, his thick hair has turned almost entirely white, and his eyes have also changed.

It became a color that melted brass.

The second Druchi was bent over and trembling, his sunken eyes were like colorless black holes, and his face was covered with fine scars. A thin beard covered his narrow chin, and his head was shaved.

, leaving only a pirate-style topknot and sparkling spirit rings on pointed ears. This one looks like

This guy who is a fool and a wretch is still wearing that red leather robe with dark red peaks, and he looks tacky. This is Ferland Baller, the son of Barnes Baller of the Black Ark Nagol.

, being held hostage by the court of Hagrid Grave, he stared at Malus with fear and anger.

Behind Lehan farther, three Trucci slaves are dealing with a string of chains hanging from the center of the ceiling of the room.

Putting a row of glittering tools are displayed on the silk cloth.

The two ministers retreated from Marus and retreated to the shadow at the door.

"My dear father, Dear Varahar, I am honored to be invited to enter your tower." Marus looked at Lehan, bowed exaggeratedly.

"Well -bastard! Who do you think you are? From the moment you are born! You have defiled the honor of this family! I hope you can send you to the blood pool of Kane Temple when you are a baby.

Lily. "Lehan made a anger and hissing, and finally roared in an angry roar.

After hearing this sentence, Uli was slightly stiff, but his cold expression did not reveal his thoughts. Unlike his brother Mars, his brother Mars, he was thrown into the king of murder.

In the blood pool, the malformed body was dedicated to his father as a sacrifice and was dedicated to Kane, but he had no damage, and appeared again as Kane's voters (God's selection may be inappropriate, and then the next level).

"Who do I think I am? The terrible Lehan? The invincible Wallahar? I think you think you are here, you can never be equal. I can never rise to the level of your other children.

When you arrive, you give me the support of barely survival, just to fulfill your obligation to my mother, and then let me wither. "Marus said slowly, he worked hard not to make his words vague.

Echoing in his body is as if he speaks underwater.

"You are a disgusting illegitimate child! You are not here to speak! Instead of suffering! You owe a small hand of debts of a small nobleman, and I am forced to repay the penalty debt when you are unable to repay! But you start to hijack the hostages

And endangers the reputation of Draca Ye Governor! Herig Gref is going to fight with the Nagor again! "Lehan roared and said.

"Don't forget that this is the hatred of the rest of your hate. The Witch ordered you to attack the Nagor and take away Eldier from her brother, but you claim to have the privilege of the conqueror and bring her to bring her up

Come back, instead of sending her to Nagaron. Has she served you for you, father? Did she show you the future and guide you on the road of glory? Or you found that all this is too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late.

She only share what she wants to share, only when it is suitable for her mysterious plan? But! Even now, Draca Ye Director ordered me to die, do you have the courage to make her angry? You dare to kill me to anger.

She? "Marus grinned and grinned back, and he stood straight, watching his father with pure hatred eyes.

Lehan made a gesture, and the slaves in Trudei approached.

"Father, I have never disappointed you. Remember me, you will regret it. Father, you will regret it!" Trucci slaves dragged Malus in front of the chain, he turned his head and stared at him

Father's hysterical roar.

Lelhan smiled coldly and checked his own tools.

"Verx, the devil! Lend me your strength!" Marus tried to struggle, roaring, but his limbs were stiff and weak.

"Very good, no problem, as you wish, you will get the power." Zakhan's strange tone echoed in Malus' mind.

There was no end to the pain, and Malus hung on the chain, twisting slowly in the cold wind. When his father put down the blood-spattered tool, the air alone was enough to torture his exposed nerves and muscles.

"Oh, sorry, I just forgot to say it was at the right time." Zhakan suddenly added at this time.

Malus felt dry and hard, like petrified wood. His wounds no longer bled, and for a while he could tell time by the steady trickle of blood on the marble floor, but now he couldn't feel the pain.

The passage of time.

As Malus hung on the chains waiting for his father to return, he could feel his life slipping away, receding like a tide. However, every time his life force was about to fade, something dark and vital would flow in.

Leave some space and lend him a little strength.

The Chaos Demon is always so reliable. Zhakan lent his power to Malus and whispered in a language that Malus could not understand. Although Malus could not understand it, it was deeply engraved on Malus.

In Ruth's mind.

While Malus was suffering physically, Dacus's mental pain continued in the dream. The scene in the dream changed again. The vortex dissolved in a pale light, and the dark clouds condensed from the haze to form a picture.

Suddenly, a familiar yet unfamiliar face appeared.

A woman, sharp and slender as a knife, with cold features and sunken eye sockets, is as lifelike as the statue, as if she has come alive from the statue.

At this time, the woman looked at Darkus with calmness in her eyes.

"Mother of the Night! (low key)" Darkus could no longer distinguish between dreams and reality, because the scene had changed again.

(End of chapter)