Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 203 53 Edreze Grand Stage

Author: The Fish Daxian who can’t swim

Chapter 203 53. Edreze Grand Stage

Pain shot up from his legs, and Malus groaned unconsciously.

Black dried blood covered the entire left side of his armor, from shoulder to knee. He looked up at the leaden sky, trying to judge the position of the sun in the spring rain. He felt that it was afternoon, but he was not sure.

"Zhakan, help me! Even if the soul dagger is fake, I still found it according to your request! Why are you angry with me?" Malus said through gritted teeth.

Zhakan did not answer, as if the entire Chaos Demon had shut down after learning that the soul dagger was fake.

Malus cursed painfully. During this short but long escape, he would call Zakhan's name again and again, but Zakhan never responded to him. He cursed Zakhan, saying

They are cowards and weaklings.

"Have I drawn too much from the demon's power?" For a few fleeting moments, Malus hoped that Zarkhan would disappear completely, unable to maintain control of his soul. But his hope was quickly dashed.

, because he saw the ring on his finger and the squirming black blood vessels on the back of his hand.

Finally, Malus was forced to do the next best thing. He took out a bottle and poured a small amount of the poison into each wound. The wounds numbed for a moment, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Treating wounds with cold lizard slime was fraught with risks, because

Infections would occur, and madness and death were real every time he applied the cold lizard slime to an open wound, but the benefits outweighed the risks now. If he didn't act soon, he would be dead.

There is only one place Malus can go now, and that is the Black Ark Nagor. He knows that the Nagor is stopping in Krakalond, but he does not dare to go. Now not only his father's old troops are chasing him,

When he was escaping, he also saw the Dark Rider of Krakarond. He didn't dare to go

Krakarond, where he had committed crimes and more importantly where he had killed his father. All he could do was keep going, going in circles. And hoping that the rot and infection wouldn't take over, not only would he have to fight the chase

The person who killed him is racing against his own weakening body.

As the days passed, Malus did not rest, striding forward tirelessly and resentfully. Lehan's old men, who were very vengeful, rode very fast, so he only stayed for a few minutes at a time. He did not know that he had passed.

For how many days, sometimes he couldn't even tell whether it was day or night. His consciousness drifted in and out, delirious from blood loss and fatigue. He was drunk in the saddle and yelled at Zakhan at high frequency for hours.

Cursed, but Zarkhan has abandoned him.

The rolling hills and plains shone with strange colors in the moonlight, and the Black Ridge Mountains loomed in the west, cold and unforgiving. Malus stared at the irregular lines for several hours, and he turned his head to look east again.

The Sea of ​​Resentment hopes to catch a glimpse of the Black Ark, hoping that the Nagor can appear in front of him.

Time has lost all meaning to Malus. His body is burning and trembling, and his thoughts are wandering. Dreams come and go. Once, he found himself riding among a group of Druchi

, riding a cold lizard across the frozen plains. He couldn't see the faces of the riders, but the voices echoing in his ears seemed surprisingly familiar. The knights laughed and cursed, laughed and made bets with each other.

Malus wanted to speak to them, but they paid no attention to him, as if he were a ghost riding among them. After a while, one of the riders leaned sideways, close enough for him to touch. The knight's

The armor shone with black light, and he reached out to touch the knight with a trembling hand. The knight turned and looked at him. He saw Hadrica on the knight's chest. The card was engraved with the image of a multi-headed snake entwining the Tower of Destruction.

Scarlet family crest.

The eye-slits of the knight's helmet shone with light, burning with hatred. Malus flinched, cursing and groping for his sword. When he drew his weapon, the illusion was gone.

On the other side, Darkus' team set off in a mighty manner. He did not choose to go south by boat but walked along the coast of the Sea of ​​Resentment.

There were too many drooches and luggage, especially the pillars of the wind turbine were too long, but that didn’t matter, they were all excuses!

The important thing is that Darkos doesn't like the dark environment of the Underground Sea. Walking along the Sea of ​​Resentment takes about the same time as taking a boat. The waterway in the Underground Sea is not straight. He looked at the leaden gray of Naggaroth all the way.

The scenery and walking around seemed good to him, and more importantly, he could stop somewhere appropriately and wait for the right time before entering Hagrid Grave. As for the Druchi mercenaries and

Bandit?

Originally, Darkos wanted to create a new official and expand the mint workshop in Naggarond into a large-scale mint. The problem is that there are not enough skilled craftsmen and slaves, and there is not that much gold now.

He can't go to Grond to ask Morathi for it, he has to wait until he returns from Lustria.

The other was to issue an order to various cities to expand the recruitment of animal trainers and sorceresses on a large scale, but he quickly gave up the idea. The time was too tight, there were problems with coordination and communication, and financial support was also needed, so he did it rashly.

It's easy to stretch his hips and undermine his little authority.

However, before leaving, Darkus told Dorian's father, Lord Sirsis, the Dread Lord, something. It was simply that spring was here and it was time for the soldiers to go to the field for training. But don't forget to bring the sorceress with you when training.

, it is convenient to contact and report the progress of the glass factory and food factory, and it is best to go south for training.

"What's wrong?" Darkus turned to look at Selire, who was acting strangely beside him, and asked. He was riding among a group of Druchi's followers. The followers were laughing and cursing, mocking and making bets with each other.

Selile is a descendant of the Hellscourge family. He has been serving in the Ebon Claw for two centuries since the trial voyage of Haxiya.

"My nephew, I just saw a strange vision." After a long time, Selire shook his head and said thoughtfully.

"Oh?" Darkus became interested. He spread out his outstretched right hand and motioned for Selire to start talking. In this world, anything is possible and weird. He didn't think Selire would do anything to him.

After all, there is no direct conflict of interest between the two of them, unless Selilei was surrendered by the God of Chaos or some elf god.

"You seemed to have turned into another Druch just now? The armor was covered with dried blood clots, like a corpse left on the battlefield. There was a strange light shining in the eye slits of that Druch's helmet.

The burning hatred can even be seen with the naked eye. He tried to reach out and touch me, but when he saw Hardrika on my chest, he flinched again. Just as he was groping for his sword, the illusion disappeared again.

"

"My uncle, do I send your Oukan Stone fragments?" After thinking about Dakius, he shook his head and asked.

In Dak Ues' eyes, Selley is an excellent soldier and instructor. He has excellent command ability, belief in Edrezer, the master of the blade.

The double sawtop long sword fighting, and the speed is very fast, the body and their agility. They are silent in the usual day. When Nagaron, they just followed Renan as a guard and followed.

"Wear it, since you gave it to me, I have been worn around my neck, and now I won't pick it down anyway, thank you for your gift." Saisley kept hitting myself

chest.

"My uncle, don't make a broken shot." After Dakius laughed and ridiculed, he asked seriously, "Will you train soldiers?"

"See what do you want to cultivate?" Selley asked without answering, but asked for a long time later.

Dakius glanced at the surrounding Trucch, and then picked the head to Vlanes. These Trump quickly stopped playing and controlled the cold lizard to make a large enough space.

Dakius is not bad for ordinary troops. It is a word to pull out the army. He wields his hand. He thinks about a elite team, similar to the three sophisticated three guards, Truch's Nagaron black guard

, Azer's Phoenix Guard and Asla's Eternal Guard (comparable to the previous two, the wooden essence in the game needs to resist the line, so), or Trump's Harl Gangxi sister -in -law and Asu

The Charles White Lion Guard, such critical moments can be the team that can be harvested by the reserve team, similar to Napoleon's old forbidden guards, etc. These elite existence.

For canned heavy armor, armor does not necessarily have spikes and sections, but must be disclosed with elegance composed of will and indifference, and can resist magic slightly. Weapons are undoubtedly a wide -blade knife. This is a master weapon.

, Maybe it can highlight the aesthetic and balance of the elves. Or the double -holding long sword or the Meshe knife, which can be wielded alone or can be combined into another weapon to refine your strength.

Then, then

Each action is accompanied by a tendency to be almost irresistible. At the same time, every moment, we must work hard to perfect their own skills and use their own weapons to slaughter the enemy as many as possible. Their existence is a natural warrior!

Dakius does not need these soldiers to form a tight formation to resist the line. It only needs to go to the key moments to harvest, or usually act as an assassin and obedience. And he must maintain loyalty to him.

The team formed by Trucci can never go where the Umak Guard of Luxica can be brought.

By replacing distorted obsession with pure fighting will, indifferent sedimentation instead of irrigation hatred, so these soldiers must not believe in Kane, and must believe in Edrezer, the master of the blade!

Dakius looked at the landscape that there was nothing to watch in the distance. In this incident, he suddenly had some idealization. He didn't want to do those black and deep things. What he wanted was sustainable development. The most important thing was

He didn't want the whole bridge of the entire Jizhou mutiny after Junlin Ou'an, and a rabbit dead dog cooked, the birds were all bowed, the river disassembled the bridge and killed the donkey. It was not necessary.

The wealthy, of course, the premise is that they do not participate in politics.

Looking at the Sea of ​​Resentment in the distance and the plundering ships vying to go out to sea, Darkus suddenly thought of something. Maybe he could change the gameplay? This team does not need to be loyal to him? He can get Ed Reese

War shrine, and then he becomes a leader in the name of God’s Chosen or something like that? With

Those potential employers bargained and selected the most valuable warriors from the many promotions who were eager to learn the art of killing. For the wilder ones, there is no need to limit it to Druch, Asul and Aslay, as long as

If you believe in Adreze, you can come to this big stage!

The strong will build a school, the weak will be defeated, and the corpses will be burned and dedicated to the huge statue of Edreze overlooking it all!

The sect's headquarters will be set up in the Kauchen Plain first. When the time comes, the warriors will be sent to the inaccessible jungle to fight and train. Maybe Darkvus doesn't need to be a leader? At that time, these warriors who believe in Adreze will not compete with Dark.

At least he didn't want to block the promotion path of these warriors and stabbed him in the back every day.

These ideas were all just thought of by Darkos while looking at the leaden scenery of Naggaroth. It seems that sometimes it is good to go out for a walk and enjoy the spring outing. At least he can't think of such nonsense in the throne room.

The idea of ​​tuning.

Darkus shared his ideas with Franais and Selire. After all, the three Druzi were either the chosen ones of Edreze or believed in Edreze, although Edreze had never

It just appeared in his dream.

There is no doubt that Darkus's idea shocked Franais and Selile. They were dumbfounded and looked at each other not knowing what to say, but they also saw a hint of Darkus' ambition.

"Sir, do you want to fight against that...?" Finally, Franais asked cautiously.

"Yes, I want to integrate the power! There are also those killing sisters in the arena. They are also believers of the Lord of Blades. They are all our sisters!" Darkus did not hide anything.

, but admitted it openly. He knew what Franais didn't say in the last sentence, that he just wanted to deal with Kane.

Why do you have to believe in the God of Murder? Is it because he is awesome? Blood adds buffing effects? Then the Lord of Blades can’t replace him? Can’t he transform from a small god to a great one? A god who doesn’t even have a dream.

A god of chickens. Look at Lilith next door, a pure girl. She has been fighting for her own new world in various ways. How beautiful it is, with goals of struggle and hard work.

Darkus believes that having a simple god of war as the main god is beneficial to the elves in the entire medieval world. At least the Lord of Blades does not have anything like the Sword of Kane, and he will not manipulate those who do like the Lord of Murder.

There is no such thing. And it should be relatively martial and virtuous? It will not become sluggish and extravagant again because of the rule of Ulthuan or the ban on belief in Kane after the unification of the three spirits.

And Darkus needs some assassins to work for him. He doesn’t want to find those Kane assassins who believe in Kane. Shadow Blade? It may be hundreds of years before Shadow Blade is born, and Shadow Blade is loyal to Hurley.

Kane behind Ben and Heliben.

"Don't rush this matter first. You two should think about it first, or communicate with the Lord of Blades?"

(This chapter is finished)