Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

265. Chapter 247 97 You refused

Author: The Fish Daxian who can’t swim

Chapter 247 97. You refused

Dacus was sitting on the table that belonged to him in the throne room of the Black Tower of Malekith, writing and drawing. At this time, two weeks, or sixteen days, had passed in the Battle of Grond.

The Druchi army is stationed on the plains outside Naggarond, waiting for Malekith's review in a few days. He has already arranged the relevant matters, and now he is designing a waist badge.

There were no servants who needed to recuperate, and the sorceresses, led by Darkus' brother, kept visiting and investigating in the military camp. From the fear lords to the mercenaries and pirates, they recorded what they saw from the recruitment to the end of the battle.

After hearing and classifying them, he planned to conduct a second deduction and study on the sand table when he had nothing to do on the way to the Lustria continent, and based on the survey results of the visit, he tried to analyze some things, such as how a large number of losses were caused.

, coordination issues during retreat, etc. If possible, he plans to make a manual.

The melancholy prince Malekith did not sit on the throne and emoji, nor did he study the engine that made him crazy, nor did he look through the documents recording the battle of Grond in the box next to him. Instead, he looked at his hands.

The Kane Dimensional Sword in this story has fallen into dusty memories.

Tal Anlek, everything is as it was before. The long colonnaded hall stretches out from the gate of Aenarion Palace. On the floor is a huge mosaic pattern, which is a golden sword blade. The background is

Malekith remembers this image of the stormy sky deeply, because Aenarion was still with him in his childhood.

Malekith remembered that he was lying on the floor, happily stroking the golden stone bricks, while his father sat aside and told him that this was a dream he had had a long, long time ago.

A dream that troubled the first Phoenix King and encouraged him to fight Chaos. He didn't know it at the time, but it was the Sword of Kane calling him. He has never forgotten this dream, although he was soon attracted by what happened in the dream.

Aroused by anger.

The door behind him suddenly broke through Malekith's thoughts and made a closing sound. He turned around, waiting for the attack. When his followers yelled and screamed outside the door and tried to open the door, he heard endless shouts.

There was a knocking and banging sound, but he knew it was in vain. The door was shrouded in the color of ancient magic, a spell from the time of Caledor the Dragon Tamer.

"Come to me."

A voice echoed in the empty hall, and Malekith recognized Morathi's voice.

Malekith walked cautiously down the corridor, his childhood memories behind him. His eyes scanned the arches and dais in the hall, looking for any trace of the hidden assassin, but there was none. He walked through the end of the hall.

After opening the door, he came to another front hall, where there were two spiral staircases, one on the left and one on the right.

The dark blue carpet extended from the center of the stairs. Malekith walked to the right without hesitation and slowly climbed the black marble stairs. He walked without making any sound. In the silence, a sound began.

What sounded in his ears was crying, a constant low whimpering sound. He stopped and listened more carefully, but the sound disappeared. He walked up again and heard a sound in the distance.

There was a vague scream and cry for mercy. When he stopped to listen carefully again, the sound disappeared again, leaving only silence.

"Get out of here! Leave me alone!" Malekith was disturbed by these sounds, but he was alone on the stairs, so he drew his sword and shouted.

Panting, Malekith walked to the upstairs platform and stood in front of the two tall doors leading to the palace. The door was slowly opened from the inside, and he saw the chandelier inside emitting golden light.

Morathi sat on a simple wooden chair, next to the throne of the first Phoenix King. She was covered with a golden cloak, but it could not cover her body. She placed her staff across her knees and stroked it with her fingers.

Holding the top of the skull on the staff.

The throne of the first generation Phoenix King was cut from a single block of black marble. The back was shaped like an upright dragon. Magical flames erupted from the dragon's fangs and flickered in its eyes. Balshana's throne

It's just a poor imitation.

Malekith's eyes were attracted to the throne, and he even ignored his mother, because this was his strongest memory of this place. His father was sitting on that throne, discussing military plans with his generals, and making plans.

The final preparations before departure.

The memory was so clear that Malekith could almost hear his father's soft yet powerful voice echoing through the halls.

Malekith was a toddler then, sitting on his mother's lap next to his father.

Aenarion would occasionally interrupt his conversation and look down at Malekith. His expression was always stern, but not cold or kind, but a look full of pride and expectation.

For thousands of years, Malekith has been looking at his father's dark eyes, and he has seen the fire burning behind his father's calm and solemn eyes. He thought he was the only one who knew

The evil hidden deep in his father's soul took advantage of the identity of the first Phoenix King to cover the eyes of the world with illusions to avoid being recognized for what it was.

When Malekith was very young, he noticed the Sword of Khaine lying across his father's thigh. Only he and his father would stare at the blood-red sword, and other elves would look elsewhere.

, this seems like a small tacit understanding between their father and son.

"You once had the opportunity to possess that sword, but you refused!" Morathi said slowly, dispelling the illusion in Malekith's eyes.

Malekith shook his head. Although the scene just now was his real memory, Morathi's magic made the memory extremely clear, as if it was happening right now.

"You know what happened on that island? Yes, I rejected it!" Malekith had never told anyone about his experience on the Blighted Island. He realized that Morathi had seen through his heart, and he

Admit it directly.

"That's good." Morathi said. Although her dress was full of temptation, she now looked as solemn as a king. She was not the barbaric priest who dug out the heart and bones from the victim's chest, nor was she that

A demagogue and scheming conspirator,

But Malekith knew that with every word his mother spoke, she was spinning a lie and manipulating everything to his own liking.

"Your father has been possessed by that sword, waiting for you to pull it out again. I was worried that you would follow in your father's footsteps, but I am proud that you rejected it. No one can truly be its master.

, if you want to rule others, then you must not become the puppet of that sword!"

"I would rather this world be swallowed up by Chaos than let the fallen creation be unleashed again. As you said, once that sword is drawn, it will devour the wielder until only the corpse is left. No one

Those who can become a king by relying on its power can only become his slave."

"Sit over here." Morathi said as she waved towards the throne.

"That's not where I should sit," Malekith said.

"Why?" Morathi said, seemingly surprised.

"If I want to become the Phoenix King, it is my own business. It has nothing to do with you. The moment you are killed, I will control Nagareth's army and power again, even the cult forces you created.

Mine, all of this will become the power to protect the Phoenix Throne."

"You want to kill your mother? You want to kill your mother?" Morathi asked, still looking shocked.

"As long as you live one day, my life will be filled with the shadow of your ambition. I can see that you are acting now. You are destined to become my enemy, because in your world, only you are the most important.

, I will not share Ulthuan with you, because you will not share it with me. I can exile you, but you will definitely come back in some abandoned corner and come back against me again. I want to inherit my father

I want to rule this world as the Phoenix King!"

When Malekith said this, he was a little surprised. He had never admitted his heart so openly, not even to himself. His past struggles, fame and high prestige were all

His stepping stone to ascend the Phoenix Throne. And since the Iron Ring revealed to him the true nature of the power that now rules the world, he is unwilling to sit back and watch Chaos slowly swallow the world.

"Really? You can't share it with me, or you don't want to share it with me?"

"I don't want to, I don't want to share power with anyone!" Malekith said slowly after hesitating for a while.

Malekith suddenly broke away from his memories, turned his head and looked at Darkus who was still sitting there writing and drawing. He knew that Darkus rejected Kane just like him, and now

At that time, his heart was very complicated. He gave Dacus unprecedented rights, which was completely different from the iron writ of Druch society. Now Dacus is sharing his rights, but strangely

This was entirely his wish. He wanted to see Darkus share power with him from the bottom of his heart.

Malekith always believed that Darkus had a magical ability that could relieve his pain and hatred. This ability would also make him decline, but he also saw the hope of ruling Ulthuan.

(At this stage, Malekith is driven by pain and hatred, and the protagonist treats him just like Ma Fei.)

"I don't think you have the talent for this!" Malekith put down the Cain Dimensional Sword at some point and walked to Darkus' table without making a sound and said decisively.

"I feel the same way. This is the one I am most satisfied with so far." Darkus put down his pen and pointed at one of the strange waist badges painted on the entire paper and sighed.

"I think this position should be handled like this!" Malekith said as he stretched out the index finger of his right hand and drew a mark on the lower arc of the waist card.

"Do you think this is necessary?" Malekith looked at Dacus who was revising, and asked slowly after a moment.

"My Majesty, I think this question involves philosophy and history. I would like to ask, what is your attitude and opinion towards Druch?" Darkus put down his pen, stood up and stretched.

, after turning slightly in a circle, he looked into Malekith's orange eyes and asked solemnly.

Malekith did not answer directly, but looked at Darkus who was moving in the throne room with burning eyes.

Darkus knew that Malekith was thinking, so he didn't say anything, but continued to move his body.

"I think this is a proof of honor, which can be used to prove the courage and will of a warrior." After a long time, Malekith was still standing there thinking, and Darkus said slowly when he saw this.

"But that doesn't stop them from plundering and routing, does it?" Malekith said jokingly when he came back to his senses.

"Hahaha." Darkus laughed after hearing this, and he admitted that Malekith was right.

"But, in your words, maybe this is a new beginning, isn't it?" Malekith also laughed, and he said after he finished laughing.

(End of chapter)