Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 207 57 Highlight an outrageous

Author: Fish Fairy, which is not water

Chapter 207 57. Highlight an outrageous

The Army of the Nagor striker was led by Marus, equipped with a large number of cold lizard knights and a small amount of dark rider. With the help of the rocky family, the Haggge Gref strikers who grabbed the beach in the south of the beach were found in advance

army.

Immediately, Marus decided to intercept Higg Gref's striker in a small open space in the forest.

At first, it went smoothly.

The cavalry waiting for the ambush made a low cheer after hearing the heavy footsteps on the road. They knew that the Haggge Gref's troops arrived, and Marus grinned ruthlessly.

Soon the team launched an charge.

At the time of 150 meters, Maruus saw a group of Hayge Gref's group of cavalry standing out from the formation and began to run towards Marus's team.

The Knights leader of Heig Gref is a tall and powerful, wearing gorgeous black steel armor and elegant sea dragon leather cloak.

His commander, he clenched his sword and regarded that power as the first attack target.

When it was 100 meters away, Marus could clearly see the facial features of the opposite power. He looked familiar, and it seemed to be one of his father's previous obedience?

At the time of 50 meters, the expression on Quanwu's face changed from a kind of viciousness to a blank shock. His eyes met Mars of Mars, and he suddenly recognized Mars in front of him. He

A scream of surprise and anger.

"Killing time!" Marus responded with bloodthirsty laughter. He raised his sword high, and the blade reflected the darkest light. He shouted loudly, the cavalry behind him responded to call, and the war shocked.

The cavalry of the two sides collided with each other, and Marus also chopped the head of the noble in the chaotic war.

The battle quickly fell into anxiety. The Truch civil war was like this. It was a master, a system, and a trainer. No one could break anyone without a female warlock.

You can only cut it hard.

After a long cut of each other, both sides began to retreat when they suffered heavy losses, and both sides believed that they had won in this small -scale confrontation.

After the war, Mars' liaison officer returned to the Foulland order from the rear, and the command mentioned that Fordland had decided to camp in place, and asked Marus to retreat with the pioneer troops.

Initiative.

"Attacking when Dawn? Is he crazy? Have you told him that the enemy is crossing the black water ferry? We can force the army to rush over and then slaughter them easily! When dawn, they will be in a good defense position.

It ’s here, the most likely! And ready to wait for us." Marus couldn't believe what he had just heard, and when he finally started to growl loudly.

"I explained the situation as clear as possible, but he said that these people need to rest and time to prepare. He said that he needed time to consider his strategy." The young contact official looked at Maruz with painful expressions.

"It's time to drink another bucket of wine!" Maruz said, for a moment, he wanted to ignore the order of Fordland. He marched towards the shallow beach with his troops, but he knew nothing about the scale and deployment of the enemy.

He found that he was easy to be out of the same way. He couldn't stay in place. The enemy might arrive here in the next hour. He gritted his teeth in depression, and the damn bastard made him have no choice.

"retreat!"

Intersection

Draca, the rulers of Herg Gref, did not wear his proud armor at this time, but wearing a regular silk robe. His long black hair was bundled with exquisite golden ring in the brain.

Later, he fell on his shoulders. Although he was nearly 600 years old, his face was still very thin, and there was a childishness. His small eyes shone like agate fragments under the majestic eyebrows.

The cousin has inherited their ancestors' sharp noble nose and provocative sharp chin.

It is said that among the many wealthy families in Haygge Gref, Lehan participated more than the hair on his head, but there are more people killed by Draca. For him

Bleeding is as natural as breathing.

At this time, the rulers with a majestic face were sitting in front of Dacius, and Maranul stood behind Dacius's side.

Ye Du and CEOs are waiting for the room outside the meeting.

Dakius leaned on the back of the chair and held his arms with both hands. He looked at Draca with a cold eyes with a cold look, as if he was watching a person who would die.

Draka looked at Dak Us's eyes faintly a little angry. It has been a long time that no Trucci dares to watch him like this. If Dakius is not a CEO, he wants to give Dakius the whole

Good fruit, but he quickly suppressed the anger in his heart again.

"May I ask Dear CEO, what is your purpose of coming to Hagridge Gref this time?"

"Preparation for Jun Ling Ou'an." After a long time, when Draca was a little impatient, Dacius slowly said.

"Can you be more specific?"

"I have already said it very well! Didn't you understand?"

"May I ask me in your plan?" Draca couldn't control emotions anymore. The hands under the seat were placed on the thigh and squeezed into fists fiercely.

"There are many kinds of planning, so if you don't want to die, it is best to think of a way to convince me as soon as possible." Dakius sitting on the opposite side heard the sound of bones from the bones when he was pinched with Draca, and he laughed.

After a sound, Yin Yan said.

"Well!" Draca couldn't control this time. He stood up directly from the table, his fingers at Dacius.

"Sorry, I want to interrupt your anger first. First of all, you are talking to Dakius, the hand of the Witch's hand, instead of talking with the family of Dak Us, a family member of the Craseleon Hell.

Order, let the family guards in the dark room rush out, and then said that the assassin of the Nagor assassinated me. "Dacius looked at Draca with his head raised his head, and spread his hand blandly.

Draca returned to calm, sitting down again, staring at Dacius and starting to think about it.

Dakius took out the cigarette fight from his arms and dragged him to lit the tobacco. He didn't care about Draca's life and death at all, although Draka was Haggge Gref

Ye Governor, the existence of the high weight of the Society in Trudech, but what about it? He is still the hands of the Witch King.

"Remind you, my schedule is very standard." After a long time, the tobacco in the tobacco had been burned, and Dacius took out the pocket watch on the puppet and looked at it slowly.

"I don't understand why you do this!"

"You are wasting your time. I have said it just now, and I will repeat it one last time, in order to rule Ulthuan!"

"I believe that my army will win. There is no need for mediation at all! What do you want? Wealth? Slaves? Armor? Or weapons? I have all of these! I can give you as much as you want!"

Darkus put his left hand in front of his forehead and rubbed his temples vigorously. He felt that tonight's conversation was a waste of time. This Draka was not polite at all. Could it be that he was too harsh? He suddenly understood this.

He is an old feudal lord. Maybe Draka's idea is not wrong?

"Let's change the topic first. You know the law. Anyone who tastes the forbidden fruit of Slaanesh must die!" Darkus said uncertainly.

"You mean Isvar?"

"Are you also a follower of Slaanesh?" Darkus showed his harshness and bitterness vividly at this time.

Draka's fists clenched again.

Drukhi's society is like big fish eating small fish, and small fish eating shrimps. Draka is now passive in front of Darkus. That's because Darkus has a higher level than him and can suppress him, and he treats his subjects no better than him.

How good is Darkus to him now?

"Although Isvar's actions were very secretive, I still have evidence of him."

"I would like to ask, how is your relationship with the eight powerful families?"

"It's not that great. I've been suppressing them, but after this war..."

"Then Valahar needs to be replaced, maybe the Night Governor also needs to be replaced?" Darkus did not say this to Draka, but turned to look at Maranur and said.

Maranur said nothing and nodded in agreement. He knew that he had no place to speak here. He could participate in this meeting only because he was Darkus's brother.

"Hand of the Witch King, please give me a chance. I promise you now that my service will satisfy you." Draka knew that Darkus was not threatening him, but was stating a fact that would make him satisfied.

The bloodshed and death of Nightlord and Valahar would lead to the blood feud of Malekith and even the entire Drukhi society, but Malekith was not within this scope, and now the hand of the Witch King was added to the mix.

"As an off-topic question, Governor Draka, do your subjects fear you? Or do they love you?" Darkus nodded. He felt that Draka would be on the right track now, since he is so sensible.

It can't be operated. Anyway, if Draka dies, Hagrid Grave's night governor will not be his person. He doesn't want to accept his fate. After all, he is only the hand of the Witch King. Then Draka will continue to stay.

It's not impossible in his position.

"Fear!" Draka answered directly without thinking.

"What if you deprive the rich and powerful of their property at will?"

"Hate!"

"Then how to eliminate hatred?"

"Kill them all! This way the hatred will be eliminated!" Draka said decisively, with cruelty and viciousness in his eyes.

"My dear Lord Draka, it's time to rest. Wealth! Slaves! Armor! Weapons! Power! I have them all! I can give you more, more than you imagine! You can ask!

As long as you can provide better services to His Majesty the Witch King!" Darkus said as he stood up and walked over, patted Draka's hard shoulder, lay down next to Draka's ear and put the two behind him

He whispered something and then walked towards the door.

The guards waiting at the door gathered around and escorted the Darkus brothers back to rest.

Draka's retainers continued to wait outside the door. Draka, who was still in the room, could no longer control himself. He had not felt the Night Mother so close to him for a long time. He clenched his hands into fists.

He hit the table so hard that the candlestick on the table fell to the side because of the vibration. He ignored the fallen candlestick and walked out of the room quickly. He wanted to vent the anger in his heart!

Another unlucky guy is going to be unlucky tonight, but it has nothing to do with Darkus, he has already returned to his residence.

"My brother, how did I behave just now?"

"It opened my eyes!" Maranur said while gesturing with his hands exaggeratedly. He paused, then shook his head in frustration and said, "I have been thinking just now, what if I were Draka Ye?

Can I handle it better?"

"Have a rest, my brother. Maybe I talked too much just now, and my head hurts now." Darkus felt that his head really hurt now, and he left quickly.

But Maranur was still stuck on the spot, staring blankly at Darkus's back, not knowing what he was thinking about.

——

The next day, Hagrid Grave's army appeared. They had all crossed the Blackwater Ferry before dawn. The footsteps of more than 10,000 infantrymen and giant beasts made the earth tremble. They were on the reverse slope of the ridge.

Arranged neatly, the cavalry kept pushing back the small group of scouts on the Nagor, waiting for the battle that was about to break out.

Darkus led a mighty team and began to conduct an on-the-spot investigation in Hagrid Grave. There was no sunshine in this damn place, and there was still mist and thick smoke that never dissipated. There was not much to visit, but

There is a different kind of beauty.

Of course, this beauty refers to the beauty after Hagrid Grave went through a small destruction and reconstruction in a few days and lost many powerful people. Smelting iron and steel is too important, so important that it cannot be controlled by those powerful people.

This will further enhance the strength of those powerful people. It is purely to create trouble for themselves. Malekith will definitely give him a taste of good fruit if he knows about it.

Darkus first went to the workshop belonging to the Night Governor family, for no other reason than that it was close. As for the dark rock, he was not interested at the moment and would wait until it was destroyed.

Workshops are the main place for making black steel armor and weapons in Druch society. These workshops usually consist of a fixed building and some outdoor areas, including fires for burning wood and making charcoal, as well as for heating metal and

Forging cauldron and hammer.

In the workshop, the iron ore is heated until it reaches a sufficient temperature and then forged with hammers or other tools to shape it into the desired shape and size.

It was very primitive, including water- or wind-driven machines, such as windmills, waterwheels, and milling machines. Dacus did not see any of them. He only saw the vast Druchi slave overseers and blacksmiths in the old world.

The labor dispatch is constantly busy, and of course there are also sporadic Druchi sorceresses and dwarf slaves.

Darkus did not go in. It was too hot inside, and the busy crowds were all topless. He stood at a relatively high place and looked inside. From time to time, he could hear screams, or slaves being beaten by Dulu.

The sound of being whipped by a strange overseer, or the scream of molten metal being splashed onto the skin due to improper operation.

"Where does the wood come from?" Darkus asked, looking down at the butler.

"Sir, it is usually harvested nearby or purchased from Krakarond."

"My Val! This technology is so advanced that it can produce black steel without even coking! There are no refractory bricks, heat storage chambers, coking, blasting, washing, beneficiation, refining, and reverberatory furnaces.

How do you do this?" Darkus muttered in a low voice, and he realized that he was really free.

I'm looking for trouble for myself. This is the best workshop in Hagrid Grave, but in the end it doesn't even make coke. It doesn't have enough talent system and industrial foundation. What a mess, and it's just steelmaking.

, not counting the mineral processing in the front, there is still steel processing waiting for him behind.

Darkus's original plan was to build an entire large-scale steel plant, the kind that was integrated and covered an area of ​​hundreds of square kilometers. Of course, that was just a thought, only a thought. He knew that it was not realistic at all, and combined with

The terrain of Hagrid Grave and some strange existences are even worse.

Maybe it was because Darkus wasn't green enough. He couldn't figure it out. The Blackstone Foundry, Steel Terminal and Terror Railroad in Draenor next door felt waaagh! But it didn't matter. He quickly adjusted his mentality. He had

Time and a bunch of talents who are not connected with these things, the important thing is that this world is not only about physics and chemistry, but also magic and idealism!

Darkus carefully jumped down from the height, and continued to walk around the workshop despite the high temperature, looking left and right, all he needed was a red safety helmet. Sometimes he kept standing there,

Staring at a certain location non-stop.

(End of chapter)