Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 212 62 That man, he is here!

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

Chapter 212 62. That man, he is here!

"Everyone, please put down what you are doing first, rest for a while, then have a meal and don't drink!" After understanding the basic situation, Darkus returned to the conference room and said solemnly, and then left. He didn't

When it comes to evaluating Haig Grave's three-stage attack tactics, I don't bother to evaluate Furland's cerebral palsy, because he has more important things to coordinate.

Although Darkus has not said the specific content yet, when the Druchs heard that they should not drink alcohol, they knew that something was going on tonight, maybe it was a sleepless night.

Soon, Darkus had a second secret conversation with Night Governor Draka.

Draka's childish face did not show a complacent expression because of Hagrid Grave's army. Instead, it reflected the qualities that a Druchi night governor should have. His expression was unprecedentedly solemn. He realized what was going on.

It's not simple or complex, it's just that it's missing some key information.

"If there is no problem with the intelligence and my judgment, the masked Druch on the Nagor is Nagalia!" Darkus said decisively.

Draka's face became more solemn. He did not speak but began to think.

"Nakalia and Marus will come to assassinate me at night? Then Isvar can naturally inherit my position when he returns from victory tomorrow. That's it! It was a conspiracy from the beginning!"

After a while, Draka began to ask questions and answers to himself, and at the same time, he also told Darkos his reasoning.

"His Majesty the Witch King doesn't like the way the Nagor looks like now, and I don't like it either. It's time to make some changes." Darkus directly stated his interests.

"I would like to ask, Chief Consul, how should Isvar deal with this?"

"Of course I will handle it! After all, you were seriously injured by the assassin and you need bed rest, don't you?" Darkus said with a sinister look on his face. In his opinion, when things develop to this point, he, the referee, will definitely appear.

He had to sing this white face, and only his identity as the Hand of the Witch-King was important enough. Since Draka didn't have to die, Isvarr had to die! This Slaanesh believer had already blocked his way.

One of the few legal provisions of Drukhi society stipulates that any Drukhi who tastes the forbidden fruit of Slaanesh must die! Isvar is the victorious Valahar and the leader of the Slaanesh sect! Of course, this law

It cannot restrict Malekith from sealing the soul of a great demon of Slaanesh into another body to exert his power, nor can it prevent Morathi from persevering in exploring the secrets of Slaanesh.

"It seems that my character as a good person in Druchi is about to collapse." Darkus couldn't help but jokingly thought, but he didn't care. In the weird political form of Druchi society, as long as his basic base was

If there is no problem, then he can be unscrupulous.

"Tonight I will withdraw the few remaining guards to the main tower to create a feeling that the defense force is stretched thin." Draka said cautiously while looking at Darkus.

Darkus nodded. He knew what Draka was worried about. He was just worried that he would kill Draka in the chaos, rather than being seriously injured. He could understand, after all, the sorceress beside him was too strong.

It's a bit outrageous and supermodel. Drusala, Colonia, Alyssa, many high-level sorceresses and a large number of low-level sorceresses, Krakarond, Nagarond and Gronn

There are sorceresses from all three sides of Germany, and these powers can directly activate large-scale destructive magic without assistance.

"I now need a list and a detailed map. This city monastery must be cleansed!"

"You mean Eldir?" Draka asked curiously.

"Who else can be besides Malus's good mother? I suspect that Eldir is connected to the cult sect in the city, or even funded and instigated by her!" Darkus vaguely remembered Eldir and Na in the script.

It doesn't matter whether he contacted Gallia or not. Since he needs to seize the Nagol and Malus must die, there is no need for Eldir to live. He understands one truth from the beginning to the end. To cut the grass, you must get rid of the root!

Draka nodded without answering, but began to think again. After a moment, a look of realization appeared on his face. He thought of the vague changes that had occurred inside the city after Eldir came to the city. This was completely

It matches what Darkus said!

"Don't worry, since I said I won't touch you, then I won't touch you. Even if you die! You have to die in Ulthuan! Not Naggaroth! I, Darkus, always keep my word!

"As Darkus said this, he stood up and began to pace around the room.

Draka also stood up, ready to express his determination to the Witch King, but was quickly stopped by Darkus with a wave of his hand.

"Tonight is not just about the assassination of you and me. You must know that the cult members in this city have not been cleansed. These hidden rats may be brewing a bigger conspiracy, maybe tonight! Also, let me ask,

Is the base of Night Governor's Castle strong? I don't want to be buried in the ruins."

"Safe! Absolutely safe!" Draka said decisively.

"My people should have dinner to prepare for tonight. Equipment, maps and lists should be done quickly! Maybe they have already arrived!" Darkus looked at Draka and said sinisterly again.

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Without Nagalia to lead the way, Malus would have thought he was lost in a twisting maze. He had no idea how long the tunnel stretched, twisting and turning again and again in a way that was incomprehensible to any logic.

According to legend, these tunnels are centered around Hagrid Grave. No one knows how deep or long the tunnels are. The tunnels are home to an astonishing number of vicious predators, from cold lizards to cave spiders, intelligent or

Stupid beasts can use the tunnels to travel under the entire city without being detected.

Nagalia was obviously well versed in the layout of the tunnels. She seemed to be looking for something, but Malus couldn't figure it out. Every now and then, when reaching an intersection, she would stop and lower her head, speaking in a way that Malus couldn't understand.

chant the incantation in the language.

Finally, the tunnel ahead led them to a dead end, and a pit with its bottom disappearing into the darkness of the abyss waited at the end. Noxious smoke rose from the darkness below, making Malus cough uncontrollably.

The air above the pit was still and cold, and no sound echoed below.

Nagalia walked to the pit and stared down. After a while, she turned around and waved to an attendant. The attendant stepped forward, pulled down his hood, and looked at her with admiration. She stretched out her hand and held it in her hand.

Holding something that looked like a sparkling ruby, she stuffed the ruby ​​between the servant's lips.

"This is a gift I gave you, I hope you like it." Nagalia said with a smile.

"I sleep in the dark, and those who dream like this will not wake up." After the servant said this, he jumped directly into the pit.

There was no scream, no sound of objects falling to the ground.

Nagalia turned around from the pit and retraced her steps. The team returned to the winding tunnel. She consulted the map. After a while, the team came to another pit. Another of her admirers accepted her gift and

Jumped down.

Malus watched the ceremony continue with more and more horror. Until the third servant jumped into the pit, he began to feel an energy gathering in the air. He couldn't help but wonder why Nagalia did this.

For what, or for whom? How does this relate to her plan to kill Night Governor?

The ritual continued one after another, the humid air in the tunnel boiling with magical energy, and Malus could feel it moving on his skin like a living thing.

"Are we going to walk in these cursed tunnels until night falls? Damn it, put me in the Lord's Castle, or throw me into a pit. I really don't care which! Get me out of here

!" Malus couldn't stand it anymore and began to roar.

Instead of responding to Malus, Nagalia reached out to a pile of rubble covering the side of a nearby wall and spoke a powerful word. The air rippled like water at the sound, and the pile of stones was blown

Outward, away from her hand.

After the dust cleared, Malus saw a jagged hole in the cave wall, and some kind of room in the distance.

"We're here." Nagalia said, pointing to the entrance of the cave.

Malus stepped in, and under the illumination of the witch fire ball, he could see that he was standing in a small, rough room. Pairs of handcuffs were evenly distributed around the walls, and near the center of the room, he saw a pile of skeletons.

Bones, piled between two overturned braziers. On the other side of the room, another opening hints at a larger space beyond.

A chill spread down Malus's back, and he remembered, he knew where he was now.

Nagalia crossed the room, pausing to touch the mountain of bones, then continued into the orgy room beyond.

The huge cave is empty. The hole where the executioners of the Cain cult launched their fatal attack has been blocked with bricks. Many of the corpses have long been taken away and burned.

"It took me decades to carve out this place, and I secretly smuggled twenty dwarf slaves from Karondkar to do the work. Imagine the Sovereign it took and the hardship involved!

"Nagalia put her hands on the curved railings of the stairs and said with a twisted expression, then turned to look at Malus and continued, "That's just the building! It took me twice as long and countless sacrifices to build this city.

Found the Cult of Slaanesh! All of this was resolved overnight!"

"Sister, I pity you, okay? But I was forced to participate in the sect's raid on you." Malus stared into Nagalia's eyes and said.

(Mr. Lehane and the Wolf have a renewed feud, each mentioned in one paragraph.)

"There is no magic in the world powerful enough to squeeze mercy from your cold heart," Nagalia growled angrily.

"You will not get anything from me! I know your ambition, Malus. I have observed you and saw how much you long for the position of Night Governor. But now! You will destroy your dream with your own hands!

My magic is forced on you, Malus Darkblade," Nagalia continued to roar, raising her hand as she spoke, pointing at Malus' forehead and chanting, "The magic is written into your flesh.

And engraved into your brain, go to Night Governor Castle to complete your mission!"

Bloodlust flowed like black ice in Malus's veins, and the desire to kill made his muscles twitch, pushing him forward, climbing the winding stairs of the ruined tower and passing through the ruined entrance chamber. He half fell, half fell

Crawling across the wreckage-strewn room, his body trembled with force. His limbs swelled with unnatural strength, and his heart beat violently with the vigor of magic. With a bestial roar, he lunged at the tower's doors.

doors, knocking them against the cobblestones of the courtyard.

Malus stumbled into the clearing, his chest heaving. He felt no pain from his wounds, no fatigue from the day's march and battle. There was nothing but the hunger to find and kill his prey.

.If he stood for too long, he would feel that urge burning like a fire in his guts, and it was becoming more intense now. As he gritted his teeth against the mist-filled sky, steam flowed from his lips.

The sky was rising, and the only thing he could do now was not to howl like a bloodthirsty wolf.

Instead, Malus tried to harness the rage he felt, turning it back on himself to resist Nagalia's magic. The fire that burned his insides grew hotter, and he staggered through the streets.

It was a courtyard of rubble, past a makeshift morgue where dozens of Slaanesh worshipers were brought and burned, as if the air was still filled with the strong smell of burnt flesh and splattered blood.

"How much do I know about damn magic?" Malus gritted his teeth in frustration, staring at the knife-like spiers of the main tower of Night Governor Castle in the night sky. His doom was calling him, tugging at every part of his body.

A tendon. His thoughts were churning, eager to find a way to escape from being controlled.

Malus struggled to his feet and once again studied the towers of the Nightmaster's castle, which he could only enter through a passage within the central keep.

The passage was empty and pitch black.

It seemed that every able-bodied Druchi who could bear arms went to fight outside the city. Malus couldn't help but admire the foresight and thoroughness of his sister's plan. He quickly and easily sneaked through the originally heavily guarded path. He successfully

Entrance to Valahar Tower.

The tower had a desolate feel to it, and as Malus climbed the twisting stairs, the corridors and landings were filled with silence and echoes. His father's retinue had left, and Isvar had not yet assembled his own large retinue.

procession, so when he opened the door to the main tower of Nightlord Castle, no one stood in his way.

The interior of the Night Governor's Castle was equally desolate. The place that was originally heavily guarded was deserted. Malus wanted to know how many Druchi were in the forest outside the city at this time, cutting the throats of the Nagor soldiers and plundering the corpses of the dead.

property.

"Let my bones crack!" When Malus crossed the threshold and entered the Night Governor Castle, he felt that the pain could no longer let him breathe. He used all his strength to force his body forward. He gritted his teeth in pain and could not bear it.

Remember, it's better to die than to be another person's murderous hand!

Malus staggered forward, holding back his screams, and suddenly stopped.

In front of the statue in the courtyard, surrounded by a small group of low-ranking sorceresses, stood Eldir, the eldest and most powerful sorceress of Hagrid Grave. With her icy beauty and stern look,

Her gaze made the majestic statue behind her look dwarfed and misshapen in comparison.

Seeing Malus approaching, Eldir's eyes narrowed, and then she looked up in the direction of the main tower with fear. She felt that she was being watched. She seemed to have met her death, right there.

tonight!

"Oh, that man, he's here! He's here!" Darkus said jokingly and exaggeratedly as he stood in front of the window and watched the mother and son meet below. He thought of his first time on the wall of Krakalond.

Seeing Malus's appearance, the scene was repeated, and it was so similar to being condescending again. It's just that his mentality now is very different from before. He was afraid before, but now?

Maranur, Kewell, the three brothers and sisters of the Takaia family, and Walter laughed when they heard what Darkus said, because they had also seen horses on the wall of Krakalond like Darkus before.

Ruth.

Malus seemed to feel the gazes and laughter being watched. He looked in the direction of his mother with keen eyesight. He saw a group of familiar and unfamiliar faces looking down at him. He seemed to have seen them before?

Should it be on the city wall of Krakarond? Or in a dream? But their expressions this time were not distorted as if reflected in the pool. At this moment, the teasing and disdain in their eyes were extremely clear!

"The reunion of mother and son under such circumstances is such a beautiful and touching moment. I couldn't help crying when I saw it. We should give them some time, shouldn't we?" Darkus said in a false and grandiose manner.

When I was doing this, I used gloves to wipe my eyes, making it look like I was really crying.

Darkus' surly performance did not elicit boos from the Druchi present, but rather exaggerated laughter from them.

(End of chapter)