Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 214 64 Burning Highgrave

Author: The Fish Daxian who can’t swim

Chapter 214 64. Burning Hagrid Grave

Eldir looked at the sorceresses of Darkus. Her face was twisted with anger. When she saw Colonia, she knew that the prophecy on Malus had been affected by Darkus, which surprised her.

The impact was deeper than she imagined, and she was about to say something.

"Quiet! Old woman, the kind hand of the Witch King has given you enough time just now! Otherwise, do you think you can say your final farewell to your son?" Drusala interrupted El coldly.

Dill opened her mouth to speak, and as she finished speaking, the air was suddenly filled with surging magical energy.

Eldir, who was nearly exhausted, could not withstand the impact of magic and was blown backward by an invisible wind. Such strong magical energy caused her body to burst into flames upon contact. Her screams disappeared in the roar.

In the strong wind, when it fell to the ground, only the blackened bones remained.

Spire Malus, who was still running towards Nagalia, seemed to suddenly sense something. He saw the charred bones falling in the night sky. He guessed something, but instead of thinking, he turned around and ran faster.

"Obviously there were some mistakes in my brother's arrangements. We don't seem to be needed here at all." Colonia quipped with a sneer.

"But we have to follow his arrangements, right?" Drusala replied with a smile.

When Darkus was not present, some signs of tension among the sorceresses resumed, but they did not affect the business and quickly returned to the portal after saying a few words.

The rampage of worms on the ground is more obvious, heat waves rise from the paving stones, and the earth rolls without warning. Noxious steam gushes from the cracks in the ground, and above the tortured groan of the earth, a wave of noise fills the air.

The roaring sound seemed to be forming a whirlwind. As more and more buildings were on fire, the sky to the horizon turned a deep blood red.

"Master, the anchor point is disturbed by the powerful and disorderly magic wind there." The high-level sorceress of the Hell Calamity family kept chanting powerful words, but after trying for a while, the portal did not open.

She said with some self-blame and fear.

"It's okay, don't be nervous, just stay close!" Darkus did not make it difficult for the high-level sorceress who was the maid of the clan mother, but nodded and ordered with a snap of his fingers.

After finishing speaking, Darkus turned his head to look at the scene outside. At this time, his face was a little solemn, but he did not think that he had gone too far. Hagrid Grave needed to transform, cleanse, and be reborn! Instead of looking like

The spicy shredded chicken was cooked in the Asuryan sacred fire until it was nine-mature, and then ran out on its own without any embarrassment. And now he thought that the fire seemed to be strong enough? He wanted to add fuel to the flames appropriately.

Soon, the sorceresses headed by Drusala and Colonia returned. Darkus didn't say anything. He knew that these sorceresses had finished their work. He looked at the sorceresses and faced the family.

The high-level sorceress shook her head in the direction, and soon the sorceresses began to step forward to help recite the spell.

As for what Alyssa is doing? She is watching from the side! Her skills and areas of expertise are not suitable for manipulating these gadgets, but are better at being a senior battle mage. According to the DND rules, she now has Silent Hair and

Quick spell casting skills. (I also forgot the rules)

Not far from the Nagalia Spire, the entire courtyard bulged in front of Malus. He, a male Druchi who was not good at magic, could feel the magic fluctuations there, as if something was about to come out from there.

Malus sped up, and a furnace-like heat wave ejected him from behind, as if he had been kicked hard by something. He watched in horror as a ball of hot flesh bigger than a cold lizard hit him.

He undulated behind him, like a sea snake swimming in a sea of ​​rocks.

The worm sank almost as fast as it had appeared, quickly disappearing in a cloud of poisonous steam. Malus saw neither the head nor the tail of the worm, but he thanked the Night Mother for her blessing.

If he had taken a few steps slower, he would have been melted into ashes.

After spending half the night running around the ruined courtyard of the Nightlord's castle, Malus finally reached his sister's nearly destroyed tower. He was amazed at the destruction happening around him, the spiers of the half-melted structure still standing

Standing tall, but then he realized that if Nagalia was inside, she would take precautions to ensure her own survival.

As an old Druchi proverb goes, the dead gain nothing and revenge is the business of the living.

Malus walked to the open doorway and paused, feeling the waves of magic rippling across his skin as Zarkhan lay dormant in his chest, the Great Daemon of Chaos that had been absorbed by the spells of his mother and sister.

most of his vitality, so he knew better than to count on Zarkhan's strength. His armor was in tatters, hanging loosely from his weathered Kaitan. He stripped off the remaining pieces, as the armor was more likely to impede his movements

.

It was only now that Malus began to feel the pain and fatigue coming to him in a slow black tide. If he didn't act as soon as possible, he might not be able to move at all.

Suddenly, a mysterious force drove Malus to look back. As soon as he turned back, he saw a portal appearing in the magic wave not far away. A Druchi wearing gorgeous armor was holding a strange weapon.

The halberd rushed out directly, and then a large number of well-equipped Druchi began to appear from the portal and poured in his direction. He did not hesitate, he knew that he had no retreat now and could only enter the spire.

When a worm broke out of the ground again, the earth trembled and groaned, and the air was filled with the hiss of melting stones. Finally, Darkus, who walked out of the portal, heard this terrible sound and stopped immediately.

observe.

"My ancient saint!" Walter, who was limping around wearing armor and holding a hammer and shield, couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw the squirming worms in front of him.

"Over there!" Cowell said, pointing to a place that was intact and passable for the time being.

As soon as Kewell finished speaking, his sister began to chant a spell, and a physical and illusory bridge appeared in front of him. His sister turned her head and smiled at him, and he also smiled at his sister.

, and soon the Druchi began to pass.

As Malus expected, the entrance room was empty. He began to climb the stairs and into the darkness.

Soon, Darkus's followers also rushed in.

As Malus climbed up the spiral staircase, he saw a faint blue light in the darkness. Six voices were chorusing frantically, weaving powerful words into a continuous spell. In the chorus, he heard mixed sounds.

With the sound of fast climbing footsteps, he knew that the people from the Witch King's Hand had come in. After turning around a few more times, the light became brighter, and he saw Nagalia's magic displayed horribly.

Nagalia stood in the center of the huge carved mark. The rune grooves carved on the floor were bubbling and boiling, emitting blue light of magical power. She held a fake soul dagger in her hand, and placed an octagonal medallion and a library at her feet.

Idol of Erkus. How these magic items are integrated into her magic principles, Malus cannot guess, nor does he want to understand.

There was a larger circle where Nagalia stood, with six of her worshipers scattered around her in the center. Their backs were to Nagalia, and they raised their hands grimly and chanted.

The sound of rapid footsteps was getting closer and closer, and Franais rushed at the front. He stood there with his halberd held flat, facing Malus who was looking at him.

Darkus, who had already walked up, glanced at Malus, and then looked at Nagalia and her admirers. The admirers fell into a trance as they sang, trying their best to maintain the power they could not control.

strength.

"What are you doing standing still!?" Darkus said to Druch beside him, and at the same time, he also said it to Malus.

As soon as Darkus finished speaking, the sorceresses began to chant powerful words and wave gestures.

At this time, Malus was already running with all his strength, rushing towards the worshiper closest to him. At the last moment, when the worshiper realized his danger, the worshiper's eyes widened, and he was about to swing his sword to attack the worshiper.

The chanting sounds of the worshipers turned momentarily out of tune and turned into piercing screams.

But Alyssa was faster than Malus's sword. There was no spell or gesture. A blazing amber spear appeared out of thin air and pierced the chest of the screaming admirer. The amber spear did not disappear, but circled around

It formed an astonishing arc, and then penetrated the second admirer who had no time to react, the third, the fourth and the sixth. The Amber Spear did not disappear, but raised its direction and drew another line in the air.

After a few beautiful arcs, it disappeared.

The singing stopped suddenly, as if someone pressed the pause button.

Darkus looked at this gorgeous magic. It had been a few years since he came here. Every time he saw Alyssa cast the Amber Spear, he felt a sense of pleasure and a new look. But he did not exclaim, nor did he

Praise Alyssa for her dazzling skills. With so many sorceresses here at this time, aren't they inadvertently causing trouble for Alyssa?

Malus was stunned there. He didn't know whether to chop down the long sword raised in the air or what. He was thinking about what to do at this time? Should he turn back?

But soon, Nagalia broke Malus' embarrassment. As her admirers stopped singing, she noticed the changes around her. She wanted to turn around to see who the admirers were focusing their energy on. When she

When she saw Malus standing not far from her, surrounded by magic, the tone of her chant changed from anger to shock. Soon she saw the Druchi standing further away with expressions of fun.

, her tone changed from shock to fear.

"Hello, sister, I didn't expect to meet again so soon." Malus held a long sword in one hand and waved a friendly greeting to Nagalia with the other hand.

As the chanting ended, the minaret shook violently. Nagalia, who was in fear, stumbled and fell to the ground.

Malus's body also began to stagger as it shook, but he forced his battered body to continue working. He staggered and used his sword to support himself in an attempt to stand firm, and then he used his last strength to rush towards Nagalia.

No matter what happened later, he had to get those magic items in his hands first. He threw himself at Nagalia, who was struggling to stand up, this half-mother with whom he had had the pleasure of fishing and water.

His sister was thrown to the ground by him.

"Indecent! Disgraceful to politeness!" Darkus, who had just stood firm, looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but thought to himself.

The Druchis around Darkus made low boos, but they did not disturb the play between the siblings. Several of the subordinates who were crowded on the stairs wanted to climb up to watch the fun.

But because Darkus was standing there, he quickly stopped moving.

Nagalia twisted under Malus like a snake, and in desperation she stabbed Malus's chest with a fake soul dagger.

"Sister, don't you know this soul dagger is fake? Have you held it for so long and never used it?" Malus screamed exaggeratedly, his face full of pain, but he soon became painful.

His expression turned into a joke, and then he said, and after speaking, he raised his fists and hit Nagalia hard in the face.

The Druchis who were watching the fun finally couldn't stand it any longer and began to burst into violent and harsh boos, including Darkus.

Nagalia screamed in pain, and soon a magic shock wave appeared out of thin air, and the thunderous force threw Malus riding on her into the air.

Malus fell on the corpse of the worshiper, and the fake soul dagger on his chest was inserted impartially into the chest that had been pierced by Alyssa with the amber spear.

"My ancient saint! Is this okay?" Darkus, who was watching the excitement, looked at this scene with dumbfounded eyes. He finally couldn't stand it this time.

Malus was in severe pain all over his body. He struggled to support his body and held the fake soul dagger with one hand. His fingers were covered with dark pus instead of blood. He was horrified to see Naga

Leah was slowly getting up, black substance bubbling and overflowing from the holes in her black robe.

Nagalia let out a howl of anger and pain, and threw a ghostly black dart in the direction of Malus. The magic that had just been condensed failed and turned into nothingness.

The sorceresses who had been watching the excitement counterattacked the magic.

"Hey! Hey! Do you really think we don't exist?" This was what Kewell's sister said.

Colonia was not present this time. After all, it was a bit inconvenient, and it might affect Darkus' plan in the future.

Nagalia knelt on the ground, and under the gaze of the Druchi present, the shadow that shrouded her face disappeared.

Malus found himself staring into a pair of eyes that were so dark that he couldn't let go. Nagalia's face was as angular and fierce as his father's, but now it was pale gray. A thick network of black veins covered Nakaria's face.

An indescribable and somewhat 6-like symbol appeared on Nagalia's forehead on her cheeks and throat. His heart was cold with fear, and his sister was no longer just a druchi.

Nagalia became a Chaos Daemon and received the gift of Slaanesh.

"I want to thank you, dear brother. If it weren't for you, I would never have received this terrible honor. He has blessed me with unimaginable power, He has given me this world and let me burn in His name."

Calia tried to laugh, and a purple trickle flowed down her chin. After laughing, she said with a cold smile.

Just as what Darkus expected happened, he suddenly frowned and turned to look at Drusala, who was also frowning.

Drusala understood what Darkus meant and began to recite the spell silently.

"You didn't scare me! Despite your abilities, your plan failed! The city will be rebuilt. Although I am not a warlock, even I know that this kind of power of yours is not accepted by Druch society.

Tolerated." Malus stared at his half-sister, suppressing the trembling of fear. Although he was scared, he still managed to make his tone sound contemptuous, and kept taking small steps back when he spoke.

He believed that although the Druchi behind him had bad intentions, he was still Druchi after all, better than his former sister.

"Brother, you little fool, everything is going according to plan. The only loser here is you!" To Malus's surprise, Nagalia smiled, her black-purple eyes flashing with hatred.

Light. Then she straightened up, glared arrogantly at all the Druchi present, and then said, "Hide in this pile of rocks, or escape to the end of the world, if you are willing. I will find you then. Zha

Kan will bow before me, and the world will usher in its end! And you, the so-called Hand of the Witch King! Your soul that my Lord longs for, He will get you sooner or later!"

After finishing her cruel words, Nagalia put her pus-covered hand on the wound and said a terrible word. A shadow condensed from the air and enveloped her.

"Stop her!" the high-level sorceress of the Hell Calamity family screamed sharply, the magic energy in her hands continuing to increase.

When the shadow disappeared, so did Nagalia.

Darkus shrugged, and the result was not beyond his expectation. Although he was not a warlock, he thought that this should be a kind of magic or mechanism with higher rules.

Kill Nagalia directly without waiting for her harsh words? Forget it, she is already like this, and she even did a small favor for Darkus. And her fate should not end here, but in

north!

Malus did not go to get the two magic items, but turned to look at Darkus, the hand of the Witch King who was as old as him.

The followers aimed their weapons at the barely surviving Malus, waiting for Darkus' order.

"We have been friends for a long time." Darkus came out and looked directly into Malus's eyes. At this time, Malus's life and death depended on his thoughts. This was the first time for him to see Malus from such a close distance.

Seeing this legendary figure, pity? Fear? Pity? Admiration? Or some other emotion? He couldn't tell at this time. Heroes cherish heroes? But let's put it down. Who kind of hero is he and Malus? His name may be

It is destined that he will never become a so-called hero. Besides, the life of a hero is so tiring.

(It seems that there are still many readers who don’t understand the meaning of the protagonist’s name, dark, darkness, Us-us, male)

Malus looked directly at Darkus. He saw how Druchi, who was the same age as him, had become the Hand of the Witch King under the Witch King and above all things. He was just a shadow of Darkus.

The legendary Alandrian? He thought of his own situation again. Under this strong contrast, he was a little unwilling and jealous, but he couldn't show it. After all, Darkus now decided his life and death. He was not confident enough to use his

The current situation could kill Drucci and run out. Thinking of this, he began to think about how to get Darkus to agree to his departure.

"Let's go! Malus, take those two magic items, let's go! I think your mother has guided you, go and meet your destiny! Of course, you can also keep the fake soul dagger as a souvenir.

"After a moment, Darkus said slowly. He didn't say anything mocking, nor did he slap him in the face. He found that he couldn't speak out, and he didn't want to say it. It seemed that he had escaped from this low-level behavior.

Interest, and moving towards higher-level interests, such as rights?

Now that Nagalia has run away, it makes no sense for Malus to die here. The story and fun will end in the north, after all, who is still waiting for him there.

"You are actually willing to let me go? Why?" Malus said in shock. He was a little confused as to why Darkos would let him go.

"For fate!" Darkus looked at Malus and said decisively.

"my mother?"

"She has met her destiny!"

"This fake soul dagger?" Malus took out the soul dagger from his chest and asked, holding it in his hand.

"I put it! The real soul dagger is in Morathi's hands. Your mother should have told you. You can think of a way on your own. But let me tell you good news. I originally planned to throw the real soul dagger into the dark without respecting martial ethics.

In the active volcanoes in the Ridge Mountains." Darkus wanted to say this, but he gave up the idea, after all, it was too awesome, and there were many people who experienced it at that time behind him.

"Mother of the Night! Why are you talking so much nonsense? Get out of here before I change my mind! By the way, in exchange for letting you go, you can keep your Hardrika and lend it to me, anyway.

It’s useless for you to keep it.” Darkus said with disdain and at the same time, he made a fist with his right hand and pointed behind him with his thumb.

Malus didn't even have the strength to glare at Dacus. He let out a breath. He didn't think Dacus would play with him at this time. After a day of torment, he was exhausted both physically and mentally.

He just wants to get out of here. Maybe Nagalia is right, the only loser here is himself.

"Use magic to heal him a little, and I won't die in the next second." Just as Malus lowered his head to pick up the magic items, Darkus waved his hand and said.

After being slightly healed, Malus put Hadrica into Darkus's hands, nodded to Darkus and walked straight to the stairs.

"From tonight onwards, you will walk alone, Malus of Hagrid Grave. You have lost your name and honor, and your dreams lie in the dust. All that is left for you in this life is loneliness, fear and

Pain." Darkus said this in his mind. He did not tell Malus clearly. He knew that this might be the last time he and Malus met, because there was not enough time, and the seal of Zakhan Temple was

There is a volcano below, so Zarkhan gave Malus a time limit. He intervened to delay the process of obtaining the Soul Dagger, and among the five magic items, Valonger's Amulet was in the Black Tower of Malekith.

The retinues who received Darkus's order did not stand there and let Malus squeeze him. Instead, they raised their weapons and either moved out of the way, or stood in front of Darkus to protect the retinues waiting on the stairs.

They also raised their weapons and pressed their bodies against the wall, looking at Malus warily.

"Go on, see if you can catch a few worms, Kalien, go try it! And tonight's party has just begun!" After Malus left, Darkus began to order.

The Druchi present cheered, and Maranur, Dorian, and Franais divided their troops into three groups and began to rush towards the city.

Darkus did not let Genevieve stay with him. It would be great if he stayed up late at night and went out to do the work. The family guards of Lord Draka also rushed out from the main tower to assist the three teams.

Of course, the name was to hunt down the assassin who stabbed Draka. This news must be known to all the Druzi in the city before dawn.

Darkus felt that the spiers representing the eight major families in the city were a bit unsightly. He liked the moment when the tall chimney fell to the ground and turned into dust. And if it ended like this, wouldn't the list be in vain? As for what he was going to do? Of course, to raise food.

He rested to recharge his batteries. His routine has always been very standard, and things have changed to this point. He still has to deal with Malus's brother tomorrow. How can he bite the hook without bait fish?

After all the Drukis were gone, Darkus fell directly in the direction of Drusala.

"Ah~ I'm injured." Drusala held Darkus's back firmly, and Darkus turned around and held her in his arms, whispering in her ear.

Blushing, Drusala couldn't even hold the black willow staff firmly in her hand, and fell straight to the ground. She and Darkus had known each other for so long, and this was the first time that Darkus hugged her. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel

She also hugged Darkus, and hugged her tighter and tighter. She was afraid that the vision in front of her was just a dream that would disappear in the next second.

Malus was struggling painfully in the chaotic rubble-filled streets of Hagrid Grave.

A handful of soldiers and civilians passed by Malus, trying to put out the fire that was burning the entire city. No one paid attention to him, and he stumbled through the city's south gate and disappeared into the darkness.

Two hours later, Malus arrived at the ruins of the Nagor army camp. The dead were piled up, the carriage overturned and on fire, and there were still fires burning in some places. For some reason, the charred tents were larger than those of Hagrid Grey.

The dilapidated buildings burned by the fire hit him even harder. The city could be rebuilt in the short term, but the proud army he led from the Nagol would never set out again.

Fortunately, Malus found Malice in the camp, not far from where his tent was.

Malice was eating dead meat. When Malus called to it, it stopped eating and immediately trotted to Malus.

Malus knew that he could not go south now. Isvar's army must be there. He followed the road to Granite last night. The clearing seemed to be a good place to camp and rest for a few hours.

After searching for a while, Malus finally found enough dry wood to start a fire. When he returned to the camp, he found that Malice was eating something.

Furlan's body disappeared from the waist down, and the crumpled armor fragments were scattered in a pile nearby.

While Malice ate, Malus made a fire, then sat on the damp ground and stared at the dancing flames.

"Mother of the Night, maybe I need a drink." Malus said hoarsely and staggered to his feet weakly.

Malice had stopped eating, and watched Malus walking over curiously, and began to rummage through the saddlebags, until Malus's hand was holding the kettle in mid-air.

As Malus returned to the fire, his foot struck a soft lump that bounced off the rough ground.

Ferlan's head turned a few times and stopped, with a look of horror still on his scarred face.

"We have all lost everything. Death means the end of pain and the end of ambition. But unlike you, I am still alive." Malus sat down next to his cousin's head and he picked up the head.

, said while gazing into Ferlan’s eyes.

After saying that, Malus pressed Furland's head to the ground, pulled out the stabbing blade, and carefully peeled off the skull. He threw the skull into the flames and poured the wine into it.

"For fate!" Malus said as he raised his skull to toast the surrounding darkness and took a deep drink.

It’s over. I’ve been procrastinating on writing this section. I’m not going to write about Hal Gansey’s religious rebellion. I may not want to write about the North either. There should be no Malus in the future.

(End of chapter)