Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 204

Author: Fish Fairy, which is not water

Chapter 204 54. Pustuels are in place

When the elves of the Middle Ages are usually focused on a certain cause, their strength will make any efforts of human beings be dwarfed with them. Elf soldiers join the shrine, focus on the warrior's way, focus on training themselves to go to the existing Edre

Ze, the master of the blade.

There is no perfect system and model in any world, and it is constantly changing with the times and situations.

To put it simply, Dakius's current idea is to use armored armor and weapons like nightmare, but the inner soldiers are tribes warriors.

Crazy. You must know that the most lacking of Trude's society is the lunatic. If there is a need, he only needs to shout a throat, so why not find himself to find something.

The warrior's play can be violently bloodthirsty, but it does not become a lunatic. Although the two are only separated by a line, this is a two -code thing.

Before deciding on this incident, Dakius thought about it with Malekis carefully. After all, the final trial goal of the warrior was a high probability of the Kane sect?

Originally, it was to weaken Kane's influence in the world. Besides, Kane should not care about those who were killed.

There are a lot of Black Tata owners who believe in Edrezer in Nagaron's black guards. How to deal with this group of tower owners is a problem, either to serve in the black guards, or there is a promotion mechanism. Malekis promises to retire retired

Can you set up a shrine as the leader? Or it will be hit at Gaowei. For example

Wealth, but cannot be involved with politics.

The number of leaders and shrines is not a problem in Dakius's eyes. The more scattered the better, the more 100 people, and a few people.

It doesn't matter if the hundred gods come out. After all, it is necessary to serve the future Phoenix King. No, it's the Elf King!

"Triven, what do you do with Vlanes? Or simply set up two systems?" Dakius sat there and watched the vicious grievances frowning in the distance. Self -point saying that Vlanes was him

The relatives and hardcores, he doesn't want to let Flanets go out independently, and he estimates that Vlanes is the leader of the elder brother and the Takaya family.

Before the Kaia family.

The promotion and outbound mechanism of ordinary soldiers must also be clear. They want to become high -level members. Newcomers must challenge those who occupy their own status and defeat each other in the duel, and they are not allowed to make assassinations such as assassination.

If the leader died on the battlefield, the remaining high -level soldiers would fight each other for the leader, and decided who was the new leader. This process enabled the best soldiers to stay in office for a long time and ensure that internal efficient operation.

In this way, the essence of this group of soldiers must be completely neutral. It adheres to the contract and the skills are superb. The warrior is the warrior, and even the bodyguard can not be a bodyguard, but this is completely contrary to the original intention of Dakius, because the bodyguard will give those who give them those to those who give them those who give them to those.

The leader brings political interests, which is not pure.

Moreover, if you want to expand Edreze's influence, you must recruit disciples. Once a soldier completes his service, he can hold a retirement ceremony according to customs and switch to other professions. There is no need to stay in the sect all the time. He can respond to the call during war.

Just fine.

As for the group of killing sisters, Darkus didn't know much about them and had no ideas or opinions for the time being.

"Is this? It seems that I wanted to form my own elite warriors at first, right? Why did I have to reform the religious and social system? And then my elite warriors are gone? My Lord of Blades!" Darkus!

He shook his head to stop himself from thinking.

Night was approaching in Naggaros, and it was time to eat. Dax was planning to stay here for a few days, for no other reason than the beautiful scenery here.

On the other side, Malus entered the dreamland again. He felt as if someone was sitting on the saddle behind him. It was the Druchi woman with the strange tattoos on her arms! He knew that things would sometimes become strange in dreams, but he didn't expect it.

That woman appeared briefly in his life and then disappeared, then appeared again after disappearing? He couldn't help but wonder why the woman in the fantasy was her and not Lunala?

The woman pressed on Malus, and her hands with strange tattoos slid across Malus's waist and upwards across Malus's chest, interrupting Malus's thoughts.

"Is it you? Where have you been? Why can't I find you?" Even through the black steel breastplate, Malus could feel the woman's fingers passing by, and he asked vaguely.

When cold hands covered Malus's throat, he felt a head rest on his shoulder, and he smelled the smell of fresh earth mixed with severe decay.

Malus twisted his body and reached back to pull the corpse from the saddle, but his hands closed in the air. Suddenly, he felt a cool air blowing on his cheek, and then followed him

The falling body fell heavily to the ground.

After an unknown amount of time, Malus woke up to the warm sunshine and the wailing sound of the horn.

The earth trembled, and malice roared in challenge.

Malus raised an arm that felt as heavy as lead, trying to protect his eyes from the stinging glare. He saw Malice stand up and roar in the direction they came from.

One of the horses responded with a terrible neigh, and Malus realized that the long game was over.

Lehan's followers stood a hundred meters away on war horses, watching their prey on the low ridgeline. The black streamers represented revenge and blood feud. Their horses were trembling with exhaustion.

, but the faces of the followers were tenacious, with frozen faces that could not suppress hatred.

Under Malus' gaze, the leader of Lehan's retinue took out something from his saddle bag and raised it high for Malus to see. His black hair was flying in the wind. It was Lehan's head.

Level, this is a sign of hatred!

In Naggaroth, weakness is despised. When a Druchi dies, his companions rarely care about the body he leaves behind. Except for a few individuals and those with status, there is no way to rest in peace.

, death means death. After death, the body becomes an empty shell, just a puddle of meat, which can even be fed to livestock and giant beasts.

As Lehan's men lead Malus through the gates of Hagrid Grave, he will be forced to hold his father's head in his hands so that the entire city can see the horrific nature of his crime.

Maybe after this, Lehan's body will be buried as a identity Trucch.

Lehan's princes did not say a word, and the spear began to move forward.

The resentment made hissing hissing sound, blocking Maruus, facing the rider who was about to rush. He explored his sword, and he took a long time to pull the sword out. At this time, his

What the state can do is not let the sword fall to the ground.

Lehan's eccentric moved forward carefully, and Maruz's infinite eyes have been judging the number of each other. The black figure is like a group of crows foraging on the ground.

Marus can even see how the battle will be launched. The followers will first surround the resentment and use the attractive horse meat to disperse the hungry cold lizard, while the other obedience sprints from both sides, piercing the spear into the key to poisoning.

Once the resentment is poisonous, the obey will come to him. The best result he can think of is to kill one or two bastards before the people followed his sword.

"Zakan! Help me, help me! Otherwise, I will tell these people everything! I will tell them to hand over things to Eldir, I swear! It is not until the ashes of the night sky, and I will be free!"

Marus's cracked lips played a role at this time. His voice was hissing, and he couldn't even speak.

This is the worst threat that Marus can think of it for a while, but it does not cause any reaction to Zakan, the autistic chaos.

"Curse you! Demon! When they dragged me in front of the night governor and carried out living anatomy in court, you can eat bitter residue, I hope you will be choked!"

Marus closed his eyes and accumulated his last strength, he would fight here to die!

There was a sound echoing from the north, and the earth trembled under Marus's feet. He turned around and saw a group of cold lizards fearing the knight holding up the soul -widow to launch an charge from the hillside.

Lehan's obedience only hesitated for a moment, and began to charge in the shouting of the leader.

Ride down the wall and go down the ridge. Turning from slightly to the right, avoiding the cold lizard mount of Marus and hissing.

The two cavalry met in the torn collision between steel and flesh. When the spear and claws were caught in a living body, the horses, cold lizards and Trudech roared and screamed in anger and pain.

The sound attracted the attention of Marus, and the impact was so great that he could not help but turn his head. He saw that the war horse was backward because of the collision, and a prince of Lehan was thrown into a high altitude of several meters.

The soldier still holds the long rod of the spear.

A cold lizard rushed into the war horse group, and then a wide -blade spear pierced into the brain deeply. The cold lizard died instantly. The other cold lizard rushed violently like a hunting dog, tearing a one

Screaming soldiers, the torn armor fragments are scattered everywhere.

A injured man rushed to Marus from the hysterical hatred screaming, waved his sword with his left hand.

If it wasn't for this pain and anger that he succumbed to him, Mars would probably have no notice that the obedience was not noticed at all. He reluctantly raised his sword, and could not stop him from splitting his skull down his skull.

The sword. The huge impact force made him step back, and the cold cold stimulation stimulated him to dispel the delirium in his mind.

"Blackblade! You garbage!" He burst into tears from his eyes, roared loudly, and awkwardly made a series of strikes against Maruus's head and arm.

It consumes the only power left by Marus, making Maruus more slower and weaker every time.

The blade of the Cong Cong left a long and shallow wound on Marus's right cheek, and the other hit the left shoulder armor of Marus, and the third shot was split on Maruus's right arm armor

Almost hit the sword from Marus's hand.

Marus instinctively responded, stopped his right foot and stopped on the place, and let him follow him on him. When the broken arms of his obedience hit his chest, he screamed in pain, when his empty hand was

When grasping the injured arm, the screaming of Cong was even greater.

"Garbage, you are a wolf cub, ah! Ah !!!" He scolded to the end, and a sip of blood spit on Maruus's face.

Marus exhausted all his strength to twist his Cong's arms. His barely opened sight and looked at the face of Ceng's face into a strange color.

The moment he rolled his eyes, and the moment Marus's sword pierced into his throat, he passed out because of unbearable pain.

When he fell to the ground, Marus could only stagnate, and he fell beside the dead, his limbs trembled because of losing force.

The sound of thunder horseshoe hit Mars like a tide. He looked up and saw the surviving Lehan. He returned from the original road.

Lehan's leader was still alive, holding Lehan's first level tightly on his chest. When he passed ten meters away from Marus, he cast a hatred with hatred.

"You only won a little probation, there will be another liquidation. We will not forgive, and we will not forget!" Those black eyes seemed to be telling Marus.

When Maruz stood up, Lehan's obedience was gone.

A Trumi Golden armor in black steel gilt golden armor rides on his mount to Maruus, and his face distorts in anger.

Maruus struggled to get up, bent down, wiped the blood on the sword from his hair from his hair.

"Good fight, guy of the Black Ark." Marus said he included the sword into the sheath while saying, and he looked up at the Cavaliers and then said, "I am Mars, come to Hagg Gref

Les Palese is me ... "

Before Marus finished, the knight's boots were just in the middle of his eyes. He was still talking a few times ago, and the next second he fell into endless darkness.

"Oh! Conscience! Garbage! Take him away, those bodies of Hagg Gref also take it away, bring back the Nagor."

Phantom comes and go, and the tide is like a tide.

Marus saw a group of familiar and unfamiliar faces looking down at him. He seemed to have seen it? It should be on the wall of Clarkaronde? Their expression was like reflected in the water of the pool.

Their mouth moved gently, but the sound was blurred. Only their eyes were teasing and disdainful, and they were extremely clear.

"Father?" Maruus's tongue tasted sticky, spicy liquid, and his body felt swollen and burning, just like the burnt meat in the fire.

Speak in a low voice.

At night, Darkus sat on a chair with his legs crossed while drinking wine. Sometimes he looked at the ebb and flow of the sea of ​​resentment, sometimes he looked up at the twin moons above his head, and sometimes he looked at Drusala, who was better than the two of them.

When we met, we also had a beautiful face.

"My brother, there is news from home. Malus was captured on the Nagor. At the same time, Lehan's followers violated the terms of the truce and boarded the Nagor privately. The body is the best proof. Nagor

The ship is preparing to start heading north to Haig Grave early tomorrow morning." Maranur walked up to Darkus and whispered with a serious face.

"The war has begun, and the chess pieces are in place." Darkus did not look at Maranur, but looked at the sea of ​​resentment in the distance and whispered.

Maranur didn't say anything, but pulled up a chair and sat next to Dacus. He also looked at the sea of ​​resentment and didn't know what he was thinking about.

"This is the first time I feel that the scenery of the Sea of ​​Resentment is so beautiful? Why haven't I felt it before?" After a long time, Darkus suddenly turned to look at Maranur and said.

Maranur ignored Dacus and rolled his eyes in response.

"My brother, are you interested in becoming Hagrid Grave's night governor?"

Maranur was turning his head and spitting out the black water in his mouth. Darkus' question directly made him spit out the chewing tobacco in his mouth, so he had no choice but to spit out the remaining cigarette residue in his mouth.

.

"My brother, have you ever calmed down and looked at the sea of ​​resentment before?" Maranur did not respond to the night governor's question, but responded to the previous question.

Darkus grinned dryly and continued to look at Maranur with burning eyes, waiting for a response.

At this time, all the Druchi around the Darkus brothers had already left, and even Genevieve had left.

"My brother, anyone can serve as the night governor of Hagrid Grave next, but it cannot be a powerful person from Krakarond, and it can't be me! So this joke is not funny." Maranur said

When I was walking, I took out the few remaining chewing tobacco from my arms, took a look at it, and then put it down again.

He went back without any idea of ​​sharing, and then said, "There's not much left. It seems I have to save a little. I like the taste you brought back from Lustria. Maybe it's because I've been exposed to it first? I've never been interested in it."

After adapting to the output of Krakalond, you still feel like something is missing?"

"You can pick up the one on the ground and put it in your mouth to continue chewing. It may still have the aroma of earth. I think this taste will be more suitable for you."

Maranur punched Darkus directly on the shoulder, and Darkus didn't dodge and took the painless punch.

"You know? My brother, I never wanted to come to Nagarond before. I just wanted to stay in Krakarond or go to sea with my father and continue to stay in another place. But I feel that my life now is better than

Was it wonderful before?”

"You are such a geek, are you a believer of that person?" Darkus suddenly wanted to ask, but he just thought about it for a moment.

"Have you decided? The young master is still waiting over there. He won't scold you, but he will scold me!" Maranur urged.

"Is Young Master Nukel waiting? Sorry, I really don't know. This matter has been decided before departure. When the Nagol goes north tomorrow, Krakalond's army will start preparing." Dark

Us was a little confused. He really didn't know that old man Newkel was still waiting across the way at such a late hour.

"This kind of thing should be done by yourself." Maranur said as he sat there without any intention of getting up.

"My brother, you are right! I should go, and more than once." Darkus stood up, patted Maranur on the shoulder, and walked towards the tent.

The simpler and more crude the plan is, the better. There is no need for dozens or hundreds of changes. Maranur's words made Darkus think of a terrible possibility. There would be no strange existence to interfere with him and Krakaron.

The communication between Germany and Germany inexplicably changed the plan.

Although there is no such thing as electronic warfare in this world, there is God.

(End of chapter)