Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 227 77 Aren’t you hot?

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

Chapter 227 77. Aren’t you hot?

"What? This?" Night Governor Draka had a look of shock on his face.

"I can only say that your cousins' children are all extraordinary and have outstanding talents in doing things." Darkus crossed his legs, half sat and half slumped on the sofa and spread his hands. He glanced at the people sitting around him as he spoke.

Severin, the eldest son of the Night Governor, and his daughter Malagos.

At this time, the Darkos brothers and their fiancées were holding a family tea party with Draka Nightlord and his children.

The children of Night Governor Draka lowered their heads under the gaze of Darkus, but of course they did not do so resentfully, they did not dare.

"In the name of Chief Consul Druch, I order Hagrid Grave's army to mobilize. The army marches to Naggarond by land, and the supplies and baggage march by sea." Darkus sat up straight.

, took a biscuit from the coffee table and started eating it. After eating, he looked at Draka Night Governor and said slowly.

"Yes, as Night Governor Hagrid Grave, I represent this city to respond to your call. The trouble caused by Lehan's children should end." Night Governor Draka stood up from his chair, and his children also

Then he stood up, nodded solemnly and said.

During the time when Darkus went to Krakaronde, another naval battle broke out on the Sea of ​​Resentment. The Black Ark of one of the eight major families returned early due to the short distance. After arriving at Hagrid Grave, the Black Ark was the first

Time unloaded the slaves and trophies. After unloading, they hurriedly resupplied and turned around to intercept another returning Black Ark in the Sea of ​​Resentment. At first, they just delayed, until the intercepted party became anxious under the urging of the family. One night

The two sides fought, and after a series of thirteen moves, the black ark still did not return within the deadline.

"Is there any difference between ruling Hagrid Grave now and before?" Darkus waved his hand and asked Draka to sit down, he asked with a smile.

"It's easier than before. Under your wise decision, the eight major families have become five, and the strength of those five families is not as good as before. It's a pity that you were not around when Hanil Hara, the faces of those family members

There was an expression of unwillingness written all over it, and he was eager to tear the other person apart on the spot." Night Governor Draka laughed first, and then said.

The Druchi dignitaries present also burst into laughter when they heard this.

Darkus promised to give Draka the power of night governor, which was also a kind of disguised grant, and it was just a sedan chair carried by everyone. He knew what Severin was doing before, saying that he was training outside, but actually Draka

Kayado was worried that his family would be destroyed by Darkus.

The two night governors of Hagrid Grave and Caronde Carr are like the military governors of the Tang Dynasty, serving as herdsmen for Malekith. Of course, these two Druchi military governors are more obedient than the military governors of the Tang Dynasty.

, Druchi's social form and Malekith's high reputation are there, and they can obtain appropriate benefits, but the consequence of angering Malekith is only death, and there is no such thing as a large-scale rebellion. And Kara

Kalonde's Hellscourge family is like the Guanlong clan, and their goals and interests are consistent with Malekith's.

Severin also played an important role in secretly recruiting Khaine assassins from Calonde Cal and Hal Goncy, who arrived in Hagrid Gray on Calon de Cal's slave ship.

Husband, the demise of those three families is inseparably related to these Kane assassins, and the patriarchs of two of the only five remaining families were also killed. Even the patriarch of the Hook Claw family was slightly affected.

"What are your plans for the future?" After laughing for a while, Darkus looked at Severin and asked.

"Dear Hand of the Witch King, I want to serve as your retinue and serve you and His Majesty the Witch King." Severin said directly from the chair to kneeling on the ground without thinking.

"After the matter in the north is over, you can go to Nagor and serve as the fourth trainee admiral." Darkus shook his head and waved his hand.

Severin, who was kneeling on the ground, was stunned for a moment.

"Why don't you thank the Witch King for your grace?" Draka stretched out his foot and kicked his eldest son. He understood the meaning behind the fourth trainee admiral. It was a political commitment, a kind of power and

The granting of power means that his family will reach its peak in the future, provided that he does not seek death.

"Where are you?" Darkus looked at Malagos again.

"Dear Hand of the Witch King, I wish to serve Lady Drusala."

"No problem." Darkus did not agree directly, but glanced at Drusala, and after seeing Drusala nodded, he paused and then said, "Then this is the first thing for today? The Lord of Night Governor Castle

The slaves and craftsmen are put in your charge. Those slaves and craftsmen will be of great use in the future. Hagrid Grave's cold lizard cavalry is put in charge of the family patriarch of Hookclaw. Now that Malus has temporarily restored his reputation, Blood Vengeance

If we stop for now, let’s summon Lehan’s former followers to Nagarund to wait.”

Darkus still recognized the military qualities of Lehan's followers.

After finishing speaking, Darkus stood up and held the inner forearms of Draka Night Governor who had already stood up. There is no such etiquette in Drukhi society. If there is something like a poisonous sleeve arrow, the other party will be dead.

But he still wants to implement it. This can be regarded as a change, of course only within a small area where he can be trusted and have a relationship of interest.

"Yes, don't you still have arms?" Darkus thought as he walked in the corridor and looked at the sleeves of the noble robes.

"I'm going to join Uncle Selire's Weeping Blood Order, as a non-staff member, of course." Maranur, who was walking next to Darkus, suddenly said.

"I have a special status and am not suitable to join, otherwise I would also like to join." Darkus nodded and said regretfully.

Now the Lord of Blades, Edreze, has initially decided on two religious orders, one is the Curling Blade Order led by Baine as the leader, and the other is the Weeping Blood Order led by Selyre as the leader.

The name he gave at the beginning was very Druchi, and even a little Kane-like, but it was directly rejected by Darkus. After all, his plan was that the future selection of the religious order would be conducted among the five spirits.

Lifelong equality Asul, hospitality Aslay, family harmony Druchi, green goblin the light of civilization, dark shadow of elegance and civilization, nothing wrong with it!

"This time we are temporarily riding a cold lizard to fight. Later we will design a special set of armor and weapons for cavalry and infantry combat." Darkus thought of something and said.

"I'm looking forward to the next battle now. According to what you said, the scene may be grand?" Maranur looked a little impatient. This was the first time in his life that he had seen such a big battle.

Darkus didn't say anything. He didn't want his words to come true. He just wanted to see Master Ma after settling the matter in the north.

That night, Hagrid Grave began to mobilize. A large number of cold lizards began to gather. Armors in the warehouse of Night Governor Castle were also distributed. Even the few executioners and wizards of the Cain sect stationed here

They were also mobilized, and the even smaller number of Killing Sisters in the arena were also mobilized.

Darkus did not stand in front of the window and watched every move. He was a little exhausted from going back and forth. He just wanted to have a good sleep now. He knew that he would be even more tired next. This kind of fatigue was more mental,

He has no worries about the future, after all, the script is here, but he feels that the trend has been vaguely beyond his expectation, and more changes have occurred with his joining. He is even a little worried about Nagalia's special

When the time comes, the four gods will be chosen together, and there will be a whole wave of mini-annihilations and a big brawl.

The next day, Darkus and Draka Night Governor were fully armed and stood on the reviewing stand of Night Governor Castle, looking at the neat soldiers lined up in the square and streets.

Darkus is still wearing his classic skin, but the sword has become the successful dog of fire obtained in the sinister peaks, the sword of Bascon, the subordinate of the first generation Phoenix King Aenarion. This sword

It was transformed into a druchi by Mother Annasara's black magic. It should now be called the "Scarlet Sword". The sealed fire element inside has also been slightly warmed, but it cannot be used frequently.

As for the dragon armor, let's forget about it for now. Kane's curse cannot be dealt with at the moment. Darkus once suspected that it was also on this sword, but he just didn't find it.

Drakkar Nightlord also wears his classic skin, a suit of ancient and magical armor befitting his status, an intricately patterned breastplate made of blackened Ithilama silver with sharp grooves.

and skillfully forged hooks. Fiery light and bitter steam boiled from the seams of his armor and from the demonic ornamented eyes carved into his ornate helmet.

The joints of Draka's armor wept like a cursed soul as he moved. In his left hand he held a heavy curved sword still caked with clots of clotted gore. Three dried heads hung from trophy hooks at his waist.

, seems to be the trophy he is most proud of, his right hand is wearing a pair of armored gloves, the claws on it have sharp barbs and are engraved with thousands of small glowing marks.

"What is the Fist of the Night Governor? Aren't you hot? Are you used to it?" Darkus' attention was not focused on the soldiers being reviewed, but on Draka Night Governor standing next to him.

He was attracted by this strange and gorgeous set of equipment. The strange thing was that Draka Night Governor was actually left-handed when fighting, but he was right-handed in daily life. Now he especially wanted to ask Draka Night Governor

Some personal questions.

"Dear Witch King's Hand, I have reserved some according to your instructions, but there are 25,000 soldiers going out."

"This armor is indeed extraordinary." Draka Nightlord's voice penetrated the air and echoed in Darkus' body. The voice shaped by the power of the armor sank into his body like a slow and blunt knife, stretching out.

Toward his heart, he nodded in thought.

In the battle between the Nagor and Hagrid Grave last year, Hagrid Grave lost a lot of soldiers. This time it was so large that most of them were recruited from various families. This time it was a recruitment order, not a blood feud.

It was possible to sit on the sidelines, not responding to the call was seen as a betrayal of Druch, and the two black arks returned, with a large number of soldiers remaining despite the battle.

"Druch! March to the north! For His Majesty the Witch King!" Darkus raised the scarlet sword and shouted loudly, and the magic device arranged in advance carried his voice to the ears of all Druchi present.

The passionate shouts of the Druchi soldiers echoed like thunder throughout Hagrid Grave, shaking Darkus's chest. He could feel the rhythmic footsteps of boots stepping on the marble, which made him

A slight smile appeared on his face.

"Who doesn't like this feeling?"

Horns began to sound one after another, and the dark riders who were the first to dispatch set off as the vanguard of the army. The dark riders had just left the huge city gate in the north, and the cold lizard knights that Hagrid Grave was proud of followed closely behind.

Later, when the cold lizard knight passed under the high arch, the patriarch of the Hook Claw family raised the Soul Eater to salute Darkus, and Darkus resolutely raised the scarlet sword in return.

Waiting behind the Cold Lizard Knights are a large number of infantry, as well as a small number of Disaster Walker chariots. As for the Cold Lizard chariots, Druchi is currently unable to use them due to Malekith's ban.

A large number of follow-up troops are waiting further afield. As for the Reaper ballistae, behemoths, supplies and baggage, they are being transported by sea.

In a word, stud!

A city composed of tents occupies the seaside, with flags fluttering in the constant cold wind. The cold wind brings an icy touch from the north and the Sea of ​​Resentment across Nagaroth. It is already autumn, and this cold land

The ground is covered with ice and snow, and occasionally strong grass and low shrubs with small leaves and long thorns stand in the ice and snow.

To the northwest, steep steel mountains stand, and on the Sea of ​​Malice to the east, there are several ships bearing the flag of Krakarond sailing north from time to time.

"According to the route, we will arrive at Nagarund at noon tomorrow." Chagorosh said respectfully while standing outside the Three Swords of Darkos. He was the winner of the competition for the position of Valahar.

"No rest tonight, forced march! Rest after arriving at Nagarund." Darkus said decisively. After speaking, he paused and looked at Chagorosh and said seriously, "I haven't congratulated you on becoming Val.

As for Lahar, now that you have become Valahar, you must fulfill the corresponding obligations, and your rights, wealth and status will be compensated for later."

"Thank you for the grace of His Majesty the Witch King and the Witch King's hand. I will go all out to do everything I should do!" After hearing Darkus's words, Chagorosh knelt down in the ice and snow and said.

"Coming!" Darkus nodded and ignored him, but pointed south.

Two huge black arks and a large number of plundering ships appeared from the sea line. These two black arks were the Nagol and the Tower of God's Blessing Evil Party that set off from Krakalond.

Without saying hello or meeting, thousands of Hagrid Grave's troops continued to march along the coastline. They did not succumb to the cold wind blowing from the north and the sea. At night, light signals were lined up along a long snake formation.

Passed among the army, these lights will allow each army and flag to walk in the correct position without causing confusion. Such a large army is surprisingly quiet when marching, and Darkus can't help but admire the military strength of Druchi's army

Literacy.

The dark and ruthless city walls and towers stood in the dawning sky, as if they were shining like a thousand eyes, giving people a feeling of coldness and emptiness. Nagarond has arrived.

At this time, there were four black arks parked at the dock of Nagarond, as well as a large number of plundering ships. These ships began to unload the ships one after another under the command of the dock area steward who arrived in advance from Krakarond, and a large number of goods had already been unloaded.

The plundering ships were cruising on the distant sea, patrolling and guarding.

Darkus's judgment was correct. He was well aware of the strangeness of Naggarond's wharf. The wharf outside the city was far smaller than Krakarond and Caronde Kal, and its throughput was even more noisy. Waiting for the pick-up

He will start expanding it later.

"How long will it take for the unloading to be completed?" Darkus and his followers broke away from Hagrid Grave's army and went straight to the dock area. He looked at the dock steward who was busy and kept his feet on the ground and asked.

"Sir, two days!"

"Too slow! Kallond Carl's ship will arrive tomorrow. I order you to recruit soldiers to help unload the cargo." Darkus said decisively, and Hagrid Grave and Krakarond's ships were unloaded.

Two days and two more days for Kalonde Kal's ships to be unloaded, and four days have passed. The Chaos army must be more than the current Druchi army in Nagaros. Split the troops and advance? No one can say what will happen.

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Like any Druchi city, Druchi's barracks have their own distinct areas, each with their own characteristics. The troops responsible for picketing are located next to makeshift corrals set up by the Dark Riders, and patrols and couriers are stationed within the barracks.

Coming and going is unimpeded. The sturdier temporary enclosures house the cold lizards, whose terrible smell ensures that only slaves and hapless druchi take up residence downwind.

Tamers and their beasts and behemoths live on the outskirts. The larger war hydras are restrained by some black steel chains and sharp black steel spikes. Their grunts and howls are blown away by the cold wind.

, while the smaller beasts growled and hissed in the enclosure.

Most of the camp consists of rows of pure black, white, and purple tents, separated by the various armies and powerful families of the city based on the city that responded to the Witch-King's call to arms.

The lunatics of Kane's cult gathered together. There was a huge pyre in the center of their camp, and their teepees were hung with gaudy and bloody things. The corpses sacrificed to Kane were scorched in the sacrificial flames,

The heart of the corpse hissed in the black steel brazier with ornate patterns, and the blood lust was satisfied by the carnival of the night.

Near the center of the camp, a group of sorceresses set up their tents. No other druchi dared to set up their tents within a short distance of the sorceresses for fear of the magical wind that filled the air.

The night was ruined by hysterical screams and the roar of giant beasts from time to time, which made Darkus extremely annoyed.

The grandest tents belong to the powerful families of Druch, but there is no peace here, with hostility, blood feuds and truces between rival families maintained only by pickets patrolling the neutral zone between the camps.

Even so, during the march, some Druchi dignitaries were ambushed and assassinated, and the hostilities were always on the verge of breaking out into open conflicts, especially the dignitaries Hagrid Grave who had been tormented by Darkus.

I didn't dare to do anything to him, I could only make trouble for other powerful people.

In the center of the camp, stands the Hellbender family building, proudly overlooking everything around it. It is a building made of leather, linen, black pine and black steel, resembling a spire. The building is larger than any other

The places are much higher, and the four corners are occupied by towers with temporary walls. These towers are dismantled, transported and assembled during each march, and the Reaper ballistas mounted on them watch for any suspicious objects around them.

Next to the building, the descendants of Suleh, four black dragons, were sleeping. They were the pride of the Hell Calamity family. Although the black dragons were asleep, they were alert to any signs of danger. The breath they exhaled while sleeping filled the surrounding area.

A layer of mist, with a faint poisonous smell.

This is already the second day after Darkus arrived in Naggarond. The army of Kalonde Kal has already arrived. Now there are seven dark arks parked at the dock of Naggarond. This huge army on land

He did not enter the city, but was stationed on the plain outside Nagarund.

In the building belonging to the Hellscourge family, there are Anasara, Nukel, Dulias, Draka, Kira, Loxia, Larkas, Leshikiel, Drusala and Turaris.

Wait, wait, wait, countless Druchi dignitaries gathered together.

Yes, Turalis came with Hal Goncy's five thousand or so Cain followers.

As for where the great Witch King Malekith went? He had already set off with the troops of Naggarond two days before Darkus arrived, and all the male Drukki of Naggarond had been recruited.

, now there are only a few city guards in Naggarond guarding the city walls.

"Tomorrow morning, the army will set off. In the name of Chief Consul Druch, I will hand over the command of this army to Nukel Hellscourge." Darkus put his hands on the sand table and stared at the group.

The famous Drucci said that he did not ask who was in favor and who was against, as he felt too immodest.

What is different from what Darkus expected is that after a long time, no one has come forward to say that I object to the classic scene. He now hopes that Lacasse will jump out and object, after all, there is still an unsettled score between them.

Well. Is his reputation too great? Or is the Hell Calamity family too powerful? Or does Newkel really have the reputation and qualifications to take on this important task? Or is the power of the Annasara Clan Mother too terrifying?

After thinking about this, Darkus glanced at Lord Draka.

After seeing Darkus's gaze, Draka Nightlord reacted and began to express his support for the Witch King's Hand. Kirara Nightlord also stood up to express his support.

Early the next morning, this army, which gathered the essence of Nagaros Druchi, began to march towards Grond.

Endless dark riders galloped along the spear road in the plains. As far as the eye could see, a stretch stretched east and west, but on the edge of the northern horizon was an intermittent steel mountain range that once again appeared in front of Darkus, who had been marching for five days.

, he knew that if he traveled another day to the north, he could see the spire of Grond standing in the leaden sky, like the black spear of the Dread Spearman.

I'm going to be discontinued or eunuch, you won't scold me, right?

(End of chapter)