Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 199 49 Mr. Lehan and the Wolf

Author: The Fish Daxian who doesn’t know how to swim

Chapter 199 49. Mr. Lehan and the Wolf

The underground palace that Darkus once visited in the manor on the outskirts of Krakalund has been re-excavated.

"I will do my best to get rid of you, devil!" Malus said as he took out the scabbard and walked into the underground palace.

"Of course you will, you will do many terrible things. Before you are done with me, Black Blade, this is your destiny." Zakhan said with a smile.

"Destiny! I decide my destiny, devil. Whether good or bad, the path I choose in this world is my own." Malus said after spitting at the wall.

"Believe in your wishes. In the end, the result will be the same."

"Stop playing your tricks," Malus growled.

"There are forces swirling around you, Malus. Even now, they are exerting pressure on you, shaping the trajectory of your fleeting life. Turning a blind eye to them will not necessarily make them disappear."

"I can kill myself now and no one can stop it. If I can do that, what does the illusion of fate mean?" The angry Malus pulled out a serrated dagger from his belt and pointed the tip of it.

own throat.

"A good question, let's test your theory and kill yourself!"

In the stairwell, you will pass by a narrow alcove inlaid on the inner wall of the stair every meter. The edge of the alcove is inlaid with gold and engraved with exquisite runes. In each alcove stands a dried body.

The corpse, with its hands clasped and its head hanging on its chest, seemed to be praying for eternity. Its eyes were open and staring at the corridor of the spiral staircase.

But there are more Druchi who fall dead everywhere. These Druchi died under the terrifying black magic, and their faces still have the expression of horror before death. Maybe they died not long ago, maybe half an hour ago, or a thousand years ago?

"What?"

"You heard me, Black Blade, thrust the dagger into your throat."

"I, I don't want to die, devil, that's not the point." Malus hesitated and said.

"Yeah, that's exactly the point. There's nothing in the world that can make you kill yourself because it's not your destiny."

"No, now you are misinterpreting my argument, I don't want to commit suicide because I want my family to suffer for the insult they did to me. I want the title of Valahar and more, I have ambitions,

Devil, worldly ambition." Malus retorted. He kicked the corpse away from the ground, stopped to take a breath, and then forced a smile, "It will be very inconvenient to die now."

Malus finally finished walking up the stairs, and what appeared in front of him was a marble circular room.

"Let's talk about something else, Black Blade. Someone came here in advance. The important thing is that the Soul Dagger is not here."

Malus walked over and turned over the body lying on the ground.

"I have to remind you that there is a black magic trap in front of you. You'd better avoid it, otherwise..."

"Shut up! Devil."

Malus didn't react until he turned over the eighth and ninth bodies. He looked at the face of the person he had just moved, and a chill slid down his spine.

"I know this bastard." Malus said with some fear.

"Isvar! Malus knelt among the corpses, thinking about the meaning. Who else could gather so many druchi and know that Malus was interested in this soul dagger? After a moment, the answer was obvious.

"You suspect your other brother?"

"Of course, he has enough funds and influence to form such a team, and he also has sufficient reasons to oppose me." Malus nodded thoughtfully. He was also certain without a doubt that Hagrid Graves

The leader of the Slaanesh sect is none other than his second brother Isvar. Although Isvar escaped the destruction of the sect, he left a terrible wound on Isvar's throat.

"He knows that I have been to the temple in the north and knows that I am your servant. He may also know about these magic items and the power they can unleash on you."

"Your logic is unavoidable. The question is, what will you do?" Zakhan's voice contained a hint of sarcasm.

"Obviously, it was wrong for me to challenge Isvar and his men alone." Malus saw the familiar sword hilt on the floor. He pulled away the body of Druchi that was pressed on the blade, picked up the blade and continued

Said, "I have to go back with him. No matter what price he wants, I have to pay the price to get the soul dagger back from him. It would be great if the sorceress is still there."

"An expensive but prudent plan. Of course you are joking. This joke is not funny. I don't want to remind you that the sorceress is not as simple as you think." Zhakan said approvingly.

"Of course, I will knock him down like a fox and hang his ears on my belt. If he gives me the soul dagger, I may let him die intact." Malus said gloomily.

"Exactly what I expected."

It was almost dawn when Malus came out of Elariel's tomb. Repeated walking pushed his battered body to the limit of endurance, and even beyond the limit. When he stumbled to

When the square was empty, he was already a haggard, shambling druch, his limbs working entirely on burning hatred and nothing else.

Malus was delirious with fatigue all day long, and the showers came and went, alternating with the leaden sunshine, with almost no warmth. Many times, he would suddenly wake up from some blank reverie, and then realize that he had

He had gone a long way, but he didn't know anything about it.

Night is coming and the rain has stopped temporarily.

The Black Ridge Mountains were dyed black and red against the setting sun, as black as pig iron.

Although Malus felt weak and empty, his heart beat faster at the thought that his prey was finally within reach.

A full moon shines heavily above the horizon, and the cold wind continues to blow and hiss.

The sounds in the manor camp could even reach the place where Malus was hiding. The group of Druchi were talking and cursing during the dice game, or a group of Druchi were sitting around the campfire discussing something. He even heard the manor

The craftsmen began to repair the armor and weapons of the visiting Druch, with the sound of hammers hitting steel, and the horses neighing nervously in the corral.

Malus roughly calculated that there were at least eighty people camped in the square of the Druch Manor. These were probably ordinary soldiers and waiters and guards of the manor, making room for the noble guests. There was only one carat floating in the manor.

The flag of the powerful family of Kalonde. As for the visiting Drukhi, he did not see the flag. This was an unusual practice, but not unheard of. He suspected that his second brother Isvar did not want to make this operation public.

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"You are standing on the steps, Malus. Will you take a decisive step? I can feel that the soul dagger is in the manor." Zakhan said with a cold smile.

"Shut up, devil! What are you talking about?"

"You were angry when I didn't tell you about Elariel and his prophecy. There is also a prophecy here, do you want to hear it?" Zakhan was silent for a moment and said suddenly.

"Do you know what will happen if I go in?" Malus clenched his fists.

"Oh~ yes. The threads of fate have been woven, Black Blade. The twists and turns of fate have brought you to this point."

"It doesn't matter. No matter what you say, without the dagger, my soul will be gone!" Malus said sharply.

"Destruction, here, all your plans will be cancelled." Zakhan's answer was a whisper, like the intimate voice of a lover.

"Shut up, devil! You are lying!" A chill spread along Malus's spine. For a long time, he was shocked and speechless. After a long time, he finally spoke.

"Why did I do this? Did I lie to you? Black Blade, I am giving you a gift to warn you of the cliff ahead. If you want, you can turn around and save yourself."

"You know I can't! I have to attack tonight!" Malus roared with rage.

"Then you must accept your fate. As prophesied, the stage has been set for Black Blade to play your part."

Zarkhan's laughter echoed in Malus' mind as he broke free from the trees and crept through the shadows toward the manor. With every step, his throat tightened like a noose, but he kept going.

At the edge of the camp, Malus squatted there and studied his route through the camp to the interior of the belt manor. Fortunately, there were few Druchi wandering around. These Druchi thought it was safe here and were all eating, drinking and having fun.

, enjoy the gracious hospitality of the manor owner.

Malus stared at the twin moons above his head, their light flickering as the clouds passed by. After a moment, the camp fell into shadow. It was time, and he placed a hand on the hilt of his sword. He

Pulling his hood over his face, pulling his dark cloak tight around his shoulders, he crawled forward. He walked through the camp like a ghost, his steps so light that they were lost in the hiss of the wind.

Most of the druchi in the camp didn't notice Malus at all. A few druchi caught a glimpse of a dark figure moving at the edge of their vision, but when they looked away from the food or the dice and looked up, they looked

All that came was darkness.

Malus moved quickly and silently and came to the back door of the manor. He could vaguely hear the sound of carnival inside. He put his dirty hands on the dark wooden door and pushed hard, but he did not push. Obviously, the back door

It was locked inside.

Malus's limbs shook with exertion as he climbed three flights of stairs to the large window. Calling back the last vestiges of his bitter hatred, he drew his blade. He could see the main hall below, its outline blurred.

Unclear. There were some figures sitting there, eating or drinking wine. At one end of the table, a figure stood up from the chair, holding something high. The figure's voice filled the hall and vaguely reached his ears.

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"The legendary Soul Dagger is ours!"

The cheers made Malus furious. He kicked open the blinds and jumped into the hall.

There were exclamations and the collision of chairs in the hall, and the Druch sitting at the head of the table turned to face Malus, his expression full of shock and anger.

Lehan's eyes met Malus's.

Malus felt like a cold knife piercing his heart.

"Who dares to break in here?" Lehan roared, glaring at Malus.

"I do!" Malus suppressed his frustration and said this in a painful roar. He just wanted to escape from the light-filled hall, but it was too late now.

"Are you a Kane assassin?" Lehan's eyes widened and he looked at the sword-wielding Druchi in front of him.

"Soul Dagger, I spent months looking for it, only to find that you had snatched it away." Malus paused and frowned. Then he realized what he looked like, a haggard figure covered with

Covered with layers of dried blood and dirt, he pointed at the dagger in Lehan's hand.

"Give it to me now!" Malus sheathed his sword and took a step forward, extending his hand.

Lehan looked at the soul dagger, and then at Malus' outstretched hand. When he saw the thick black blood vessels under Malus' skin, his eyes widened, and when his eyes fell on Malus' index finger

When he touched the dimly flickering ruby, a trace of shock flashed across his face.

"Wait, I know you now!" Lehan said suddenly. After that, he looked more carefully at Malus's face behind the mask. His expression turned into an expression of extreme anger and roared, "Marus

!Marus! What are you doing here? Stop him! In the name of Kane, stop him!"

The retinues were flushed with drink and overconfident in their numbers. They thought Malus would give in as they approached, but Malus pounced on them like a wounded wolf. The first retinue barely raised his hand in time.

As he raised his blade, he was knocked aside by Malus, whose sword pierced the neck of another guard.

Blood spurted out from the wound, and the servant fell to the ground, choking on his own liquid, and finally drowned in the blood.

Malus howled crazily and fought with Lehan's followers. His shoulders and cheeks were already wounded. He turned around and raised his sword to block when Lehan swung his sword blade towards his chest.

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"May the Night Mother take you away, you trash!" Lehan roared, his sword blade still hit Malus's right arm, and found an unprotected hole between the arm armor and the shoulder armor.

of the gap.

Malus could barely feel the blade cutting through his flesh. He jumped back, trying to avoid the range of the blade.

Lehan let out a roar of pain and lunged at Malus again, his sword blade held above his head with both hands. This action pulled up his breastplate, revealing a narrow gap.

Malus didn't even think about it, and used all his strength to rush forward. The moment he was about to make contact, he slid to his knees, and the tip of his sword sank directly into the gap in Lehan's armor.

Lehan groaned, fell to his knees, and the sword he raised with both hands fell heavily to the floor.

Malus, numb with despair, pressed his boot against Lehan's chest, pulled out his sword, and dark blood poured out from the wound.

"Why, Malus, why?" Lehan asked in shock.

"I do what I have to do, goodbye, father!" Malus said painfully.

Lehan's body fell to the floor.

Malus stared at his father's body and tasted the blood that flowed into his mouth. How many times had he longed for and fantasized about this moment? In his dreams, this scene always played out in the form of victory, not now.

tragedy.

"Father? Malus, did you just kill your own father?" Zakhan asked, with fake and false shock in his voice.

Malus bent down and pulled the soul dagger from Lehan's belt. He obtained this magical item.

"I got what you wanted, didn't I?" Malus roared in pain, almost vomiting with anger and frustration. There was no choice, he thought fiercely, I have no choice!

Malus saw a guard whose arm was cut off by him staggering downstairs, trying to go to the camp to tell those that Lord Druch had been killed.

"Devil! Lend me your power, now!" Malus cried with a beastly roar as reason battled with despair.

"You are too greedy, little Druch! My touch has already turned your blood vessels black, do you want more?" Zakhan replied.

"Devil, enough of your taunting! Will you give me what I want?"

"It doesn't matter to me."

"I have three of the five items in my hand, you damn devil! If I die here, these thugs will possess them and they will scatter again! It's not just my life you're playing with, but

You have your own freedom. So help me! Otherwise you will have to endure another thousand years of imprisonment!" Malus said sternly.

"It's two! Two! Malus, someone has tampered with destiny. We have been played with. This dagger is fake! Fake! We have been deceived! Fooled!" Zhakan suddenly shouted angrily at Malus.

echoed in Si's mind.

"What? False? This is impossible!" Malus roared, his face full of confusion and sluggishness. He then roared, "I broke the law! Demon! I killed a Witch King who accepted his fate.

Laharl, it turns out that the soul dagger is fake? How is this possible? This is impossible! Is this the prophecy and destiny you said?"

"Get out of here first!"

At the same time, a cold energy spread painfully in Malus's limbs. His strength was restored, and the world quickly returned to focus. He stumbled all the way to the location where the malice stayed.

"Where am I going? Where can I go? Once Lord Hagrid Grave and the Witch King learn of what I have done, there will be no city in the entire Naggaroth that can protect me."

In Naggaroth, life is cheap, and any Druchi may die at the hands of others, except those chosen by Malekith himself. This includes every Night Lord and Varahar, as well as those who are immortal.

existence, maybe now we also need to add that Darkus of the Hell Calamity Family? Their life and death depends on Malekith, not anyone else. Letting them bleed and die will bring about the consequences of Malekith and even the entire Duru.

Blood feud in a strange society.

"Maybe I'll let Zarkhan and Malekith fight for the right to torture me, who knows? Maybe they'll destroy each other and I'll take Nagorund for myself?" Malus' lips curled up.

With a wry smile, he was now in a state of despair, and he didn't know where to go next.

Zakhan stopped talking after giving Malus power. No matter how much Malus called, there was no movement. Zakhan was still in shock, thinking crazily. He couldn't think of why this fake soul dagger could deceive him.

perception, tampering with fate, or was it the master behind him who did all this?

A hunting horn came from the south and reached Malus's ears.

A new round of hunting begins.

(End of chapter)