Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 236 86 Love and Hatred

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

Chapter 236 86. Love and hatred

"Urian mentioned his brother to me?" Malus said with a complicated heart. He felt the love for his son in Syrsis's words, which he had never experienced in his father Lehan.

I got there, but the way...

"That is my eldest son Dorian, my pride and the hope of the family. He is now serving as a retinue under the Witch King's Hand. You know the Witch King's Hand. My eldest son's future prospects and achievements may be high.

You should have seen me when you were in Hagrid Grave. After all, you attacked the Witch King's hand." Silses took out a water bag filled with wine and handed it to Malus, while teasing

said.

"I'll say it again! I didn't! I didn't attack the Witch King's hand! This is completely a false accusation! And Darkus killed my mother!" Malus's expression twisted, and he said angrily. Hill

The Sith had asked about this when they captured him and returned to Naggarond, and now they mentioned it again, which made him a little angry.

"Is this important? Who cares about your mother? Your father? Or your uncle? On the contrary, all the Druchi in Nagaros know about you." Sirsis looked at the somewhat angry Malus gloomily.

As he spoke, he paused and continued, "I want to go up and see what the enemy is doing. I want to check the situation along the city wall. You can go too."

"I've already come down, why do I have to go up with you?" Malus said with some resistance, but he still followed the steps of Silses and walked up the city wall.

The Chaos Wave camped in a wide area, covering the entire northeastern part of Grond. Hundreds of cooking fires raised thin tendrils of smoke into the sky, and groups of horses mixed in the large circular perimeter of the camp.

In the corral, the dusty ground was agitated, with dark figures moving around like a swarm of greedy ants.

"Is there no end to the damn beast?" Malus looked at the camp opposite the city wall where he was standing through the light that had not completely darkened, and shook his head in awe and thought.

If Malus stood on the far left side of the wall and leaned out far enough, through the diamond on the right, he could glimpse a group of indigo tents. There was a kind of air above and around the tents.

A strange distortion, similar to the hot air above a furnace, is where Nagalia is.

"Are you worried that they will surround Grond tonight?"

After hearing Malus's words, Sirsis instinctively glanced at the Druchi soldiers in the distance to make sure that the Druchi soldiers were out of hearing range.

"It would be great if that were the case. We are very powerful and we will inflict heavy damage on the enemy through the city defense system. I am worried that the enemy will mobilize at night to besiege the southwest walled city. The walled city's defense is not as solid as Golond's.

.”

Malus didn't say anything, but nodded in agreement.

"Usually each Dread Lord only thinks about his own honor and reputation. They are constantly scheming with each other, and no one will cooperate to defend the city. They will mark which walls belong to whose task, but otherwise they will not think about anyone else.

.”

"This is not absurd at all, it is a fact. But things are constantly changing, aren't they?" Malus admitted.

"Are you talking about Roxia from the Corrupt Heart Family of Karonde Carl?" Sirsis sneered, paused after speaking, and then said, "His Majesty the Witch King has been observing these powerful people, especially those with the Witch King.

The Hand is a powerful and powerful person with interests, but you may not know that the Witch King’s Hand gave the position of the third trainee admiral of the Nagor to the Fallen Heart family.”

"You mean His Majesty the Witch King's hand on the Witch King?" Malus was a little surprised. It was the first time he knew this information, and he asked doubtfully.

"No! "I have served His Majesty the Witch King for a hundred years. The truth is exactly the opposite as you think. The defense of the northeast corner of Grond is the top priority. In the past, His Majesty the Witch King would not accept such an important task from me."

At this time, it was completely dark. Silsis no longer looked at the Chaos Wave camp in the distance, but turned to look at Malus and said inexplicably.

Silsis still didn't quite understand the thoughts of Malekith and Darkus, but he knew that he was also listed as a key observation target of Malekith. Although he was also Malekith's adjutant before, this time

This kind of treatment has never been seen before. He had a vague feeling that Dacus only received it after promising him benefits, and he also had a vague feeling that Malekith regarded Dacus as his successor.

"Change the topic, you don't understand these things."

"I have been thinking about a question since yesterday. Since the troops of Nagaros are here now, why not organize a battle?"

"This problem is not only confusing to you, but also to me and the fear lords and admirals in the city." Silsis took a deep breath and continued, "But today's battle situation, let me guess

At some point, the Witch King's Hand doesn't want his troops to

The team suffered too many losses. At the end of the day, Admiral Loxia and the executioner captain of Tularis were injured, and Leuser was killed in the battle. Do you know how many enemies there are like the Chaos Champion warriors killed by Tularis today? The enemy is still alive.

How much unused power is there?”

"I'm sorry, I lost ten thousand people." Malus shook his head, then took a sip of wine from the water bag, then licked his lips with his tongue and said bitterly.

"It was a good plan, and I probably would have done the same thing if I were you, but you wanted too much! That's why you failed."

"How do you think the battle will develop next?" Malus nodded and said after thinking for a moment.

"This is only the first day. If the enemy continues to attack the city tomorrow, just let them attack it. When their soldiers, siege beasts and siege equipment are almost all lost, release the outer wall to them and we will pull the army back.

Go back to the inner wall.”

"But then we'd be trapped!"

"We are trapped now, but so will the enemy. We have sufficient supplies, the inner walls are higher, and there are fewer areas to defend. We can rotate soldiers more frequently and allow the enemy to attack every time

They have paid a high price every time. When the time is right, Nukel will mobilize the troops in the walled city.

Team, surround the enemies between the inner wall and the outer wall. And time is not on your sister's side. Our warriors at sea are also returning now. In another month, she will face the second wave of the Witch King.

The powerful army marching from the south." Silses also imitated Darkus' shrug and said.

"This is just your wishful thinking. I know my sister relatively well. She may divert the attack to attack the walled city." Malus retorted.

"I know, this is exactly what I am worried about. His Majesty the Witch King will definitely order all the troops in Grond City to dispatch to support, and the battle will break out at that time. The troops of Krakarond and Hagrid Graves

As you know, and there are a large number of sorceresses, we will severely damage the enemies who cannot take care of both ends.

"Human." After Xiersis finished speaking, he continued, "But I don't think your sister would do this, because until now, your sister has made great efforts to keep this city locked in darkness. According to the Supreme

The witch said that the cost of such efforts is quite high, especially with the counterattack by herself and the sorceresses."

"Morathi has been fighting Nagalia? I didn't notice."

"Didn't you notice the change in the weather today?"

"Why are you telling me this instead of Julian?" Malus was a little irritable. He did not continue the conversation with Sirsis, but chose to change the topic.

"Urian is a warrior, and His Majesty the Witch King seems to have another use for him. You are different. You are a warrior and an excellent commander at the same time. His Majesty the Witch King and the Witch King's Hand never wanted to kill you, either.

You are already dead, Malus!" Hirsis shook his head and said. He could vaguely feel that Nagalia seemed to be brewing something, and it was not as simple as it seemed now.

——

In the indigo tent, the air was still rolling and boiling around it, and the mysterious energy emitted was constantly stirring. The tent was not as exquisite as Nagalia's previous residence. Instead, it was composed of nine smaller sub-tents.

Decorated with arcane seals and druchi skeletons, surrounding a larger tent, they were arranged in a rough spiral shape, as if like a maze.

A few flowing oil lamps were dimly lit in the dark area of ​​the tent, and the air was filled with a thick scent of musk. Piles of metal shone dimly in the dim light, and many exquisite weapons and worn-out armors were covered with

There were traces of dried blood and scraps of flesh, as well as silver plates, wine glasses, and other valuable loot taken from the razed stronghold.

Of course, this is nothing. What is darker than this is the huddled human figures kneeling in each corner in groups of eight, facing the passage through the space. These mummified beastmen are covered in musk and their stench is covered up.

, they seemed to be praying for something, each passage led to another tent.

Instead of mummified beastmen in one of the tents, there were druchi, clad in tattered armor and blood-stained kaitans. Some druchi had their limbs and heads roughly sewn back into place, and their helmets

It had been removed, revealing open wounds everywhere, and expressions of fear and pain were frozen on their pale faces.

The heavy curtain covering the entrance was suddenly opened, crackling like a whip in the invisible wind, and faint screams and horrifying shouts rose and fell inside.

If a stranger suddenly breaks in here, he may not know whether he is walking in the mortal world or stepping into the threshold of another more terrifying country. The darkness around him stirs like ink and slides past the stranger like smoke.

skin, and strange whispers of panic and madness echoed in the ears.

As you continue to go deeper, the dense darkness and magical energy will breed fear in the hearts of strangers, and your limbs will no longer be controlled. But if you persist a little longer, you can move forward through the suffocating darkness and bypass the last turn.

, he will find himself at the location of Nagalia.

But what's even scarier than before is that there are no walls or roofs here, and the air itself seems to have become an invisible living thing. Only moving shadows and dazzling gray gloom can be seen.

The nine beastmen scream shaman let out terrible, atonal chants from their twisted throats, constantly tormenting the air around them. They knelt in a large circle, their horned heads tilted back, and the muscles on their necks

Tightened in the strange dim light. Within the circle formed by their twisted figures, there lay nearly a dozen shriveled corpses.

Dark smoke and shadow swirled in the outline of a corpse, which after a moment stood with arms outstretched, as if helplessly waving to the weeping victim floating before it.

Another corpse stood up as well, his naked body flawless save for the dozens of ritual tattoos that snaked down his muscular arms and shoulders. His body was elongated as if on an invisible shelf

Already, every muscle was taut and twisted beneath the skin.

Wisps of steam began to rise from the tattoo, shimmering like melted frost, and swirling around the black shadow in the form of thin tendrils. A wisp of magical wind, like a hungry breath, surged towards the black shadow.

Move away.

The body surface of the corpse changed, and many hideous and terrifying faces gradually took shape along the limbs and torso of the corpse. The faces gradually broke away from their restraints, and the resulting mist began to turn into light pink, and then into bright crimson.

The corpse's body began to shrink, its muscles softened like wax, and its skin turned gray. The corpse screamed, its eyes burst, and its tongue split. It was over after a moment, and another smoking, shriveled body fell next to the corpse.

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The black shadow is shrouded in crimson mist, rotating and mixing in the ever-changing darkness until it smoothes into a layer of dark skin. The black shadow's body moves slightly, showing charming curves and black hair. The black shadow becomes

It took the shape of Nagalia, naked and perfect.

A cruel smile appeared on Nagalia's thin lips. She opened her mouth and spoke slowly. Her voice was as crazy as the chorus of a thousand people who were not in tune at the same time.

At first, Malus could only hear sounds, muffled and strangely echoing, as if coming from beneath the surface of a deep, dark lake.

"Time is running out, I have an obligation to complete it." Nagalia said. At this time, her voice changed again and became powerful, with a discordant tone like broken glass.

"Don't tell me the time. He knows the way now, and he also knows what must be done, but my time is running out." Zakhan hissed.

"But will he still have time?"

"Someone interrupted my plans! But nothing you mortals do means anything to me!" Zarkhan roared.

The darkness began to recede, shapes forming on either side of Malus as he lay on his back, sheets tangled together, the cold air caressing his scarred chest. Nagalia and Zarkhan talked above his body, like

It's like an adult talking to a sleeping child.

"I don't understand why all this is necessary. In my opinion, your plan is too complicated, which is why you are in this predicament."

"As complicated as your revenge in Hagrid Grave? And as far as I know, your revenge was not successful. Darkus stole your fruit." Zarkhan retorted.

"I understand, but can't you give Malus to me yourself? I still have to deal with Darkus. My lord has been longing for his soul for a long time." Nagalia sighed and said.

This time Malus saw the blurred figure of his sister raising the goblet to her lips and drinking.

Malus suddenly became alert and the shape disintegrated further. He could now clearly see Nagalia. She was sitting on a chair next to a banquet table, turning a ball in her veiny hands.

A silver goblet. Her touch left black stains on the gleaming curves of the metal. A knife and fork rested on the edge of a plate in front of her, which was piled high with steaming flesh and blood.

Nagalia didn't notice Malus at all, her eyes were fixed on the person sitting opposite her.

"Let me tell you news, my lord is also interested in him. He plays a very important role in my lord's plan. Things are not as simple as you think. Your ideas are too direct, my child."

replied.

Malus turned to look at Zakhan, but Zakhan's figure was hidden in the deep shadows, and a plate of bloody meat was placed intact in front of Zakhan.

"Then Malus must take action," Nagalia said, carefully placing the goblet on the table in front of her.

"Of course, do what you think is best."

Malus tried to move, but the sheets were pulled tight and trapped him.

"How much of my brother will be left when everything is about to end?" Nagalia looked down at Malus, reached out and touched Malus's cheek with her long claw-like nails and said.

A dark shadow reached forward and dug a claw into Malus's chest. He glanced down, past his chin, and saw the shadow lifting his still beating heart from his chest.

rise.

"You see? It's still going strong. He's thinking too, he should be able to satisfy your appetite for a while. Boy, do you want more on your plate?" Zakhan leaned back in his chair and pointed at the horse exaggeratedly.

Ruth's ravaged body said.

"I like his eyes, I always have, you know." Nagalia leaned forward and stared thoughtfully at Malus' face.

A strong hand pressed on Malus's forehead, and another figure entered his field of vision, looming next to him.

Lunala leaned over Malus, a lover's smile on her weathered face. Wriggling maggots fell from the gaping wound on her head onto Malus's cheek. She removed the split thumbnail.

Sticking to the corner of Malus's eye, Malus began to scream uncontrollably.

Malus kicked and punched, screaming in anger and fear. He heard muffled curses above his head, and for a moment he felt dizzy, unsure whether he was awake or still trapped in a dream. He struggled to free himself from his arms.

Using his arms and shoulders, he pushed away the dark figure surrounding his bed, rolled to the edge of the bed, and spat out a large amount of putrid liquid and food residue on the floor.

"You are as fierce and merciless as the winter winds, but you made a terrible mistake when you betrayed her! Who knows how long she lay in the shadow of Zarkhan's temple after suffering a horrific blow to the head? Yet she

Refusing to die, she lay there, praying to the darkness with her last shred of will, and the darkness finally responded as she took her last breath. The darkness was willing to give her anything she wanted, but she only wanted one thing.

, and only want one thing!" Nagalia said with a sneer.

"Not wealth, not power, not even intact skin. No, no, no! She just wants pure, bloody revenge. By the time I found her, she had raised a huge army. I want this The fool must have loved you, brother, otherwise what else could produce such terrible hatred?" Nagalia said with a smile to Malus.

"Sometimes, when she feels she's alone, she'll whisper to herself all the horrible things she's dreamed of doing to you. Being so vicious and single-minded, it makes her easy to control, like you once did Like that. If she can still serve me in the next battle, I can even give you to her as a reward. If we win here, I can be generous." Nagalia sighed. said in a tone.

"He put those holy objects in the saddlebags of his cold lizard. The important thing is the soul dagger! The soul dagger is with Morathi!" At this time, Zakhan interrupted Nagalia's tirade.

"When I destroy Grond, look for this thing among the ruins and corpses. The real battle is about to begin." Nagalia said contemptuously.

"Where's Malekith?"

"As the attack progresses, Malekith's trajectory becomes easier to predict. He will never abandon Grond without a fight, let alone let me attack the stronghold where Dakous is. Once I If you do this, battle will be inevitable. But so far, Morathi's arrogance has led her to believe that she has exhausted my magic, so it is time to attack, as long as I save up some more magic."

"I think you have no choice. You have your own master to serve. If you don't fulfill your promise, the power will not come." Zakhan chuckled.

"Actually, the agreement includes not only Darkus, but also Malekith and his mother, as well as all the Druzi who are currently in Grond." Nagalia's expression froze slightly, and she admitted After a pause, she began to say arrogantly, "Malekis and his mother will make beautiful gifts. They have never been more fragile than now. I will deal with Darkus then."

"Is this your plan?" Zakhan sneered.

"I live to serve Him." Nagalia smiled faintly, bowed and said in a cold voice.

"I know you are teasing me, kid, but time is really running out." Zakhan was amused.

"Great Zakhan, once I sacrifice their souls to my master, I will fly to your temple on a dragon." Nagalia tilted her head as she spoke, as if listening to some faint voice.

"I must say goodbye to you. The wind of magic is stirring. Morathi and her poor sorceresses are preparing for the attack." After finishing speaking, Nagalia was about to leave, but suddenly stopped, thoughtfully. Looking at Malus, she stared intently into Malus's eyes.

"Are you so attached to this body?" Nagalia asked, while stroking Malus's chest with her nails.

"This is part of the plan, and the prophecy has been attached to his name." Zakhan admitted, and it continued, "Go and take revenge, I will wait for you to come back here, savoring your brother's despair! "

Nagalia bowed again and disappeared into the darkness.

The early morning sunlight shone in through the open window of the bedroom. Malus writhed out of the soaked sheets and stood up unsteadily. His thoughts passed through the aftereffects of alcohol and shock. That dream

It still hung clearly in his mind, but he couldn't remember what Nagalia and Zarkhan had said.

It's almost over, let's move forward quickly

(End of chapter)