Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 162 12. This time is not a dream

"Is this place so cold all year round? It's already so cold in summer, and I can't imagine what it will be like in winter." Malanur was standing by the window talking to Kewell of the Mogar family in a low voice. .

"Do you like it? My good brother, maybe we will stay here for a long time." Dacius leaned over after hearing the conversation, and said jokingly to Maranul.

Malanur turned his head and gave Dacius a fierce look, but didn't say anything.

"Cowell, how do you feel?"

Kewell smiled and spread his hands to Daxus, shrugged, and didn't say anything.

Dacius could feel that Maranul and Kovik seemed happy, and maybe that was enough.He turned his head and saw the three brothers and sisters of the Takaya family and Walter of the Thorn family sitting in a corner, and his two new subordinates, Ernst and Celile, were also sitting in the opposite. Kalien, who has not officially become a member of the Hell's Calamity family without Ba Yao, also stood there blankly.

"Don't you look very happy?" Dacius walked over and asked with a smile.

When several followers saw Dacius approaching, they quickly got up and stood up to salute him. He waved his hands casually.

"Don't be so cautious, it's already here, isn't it?" Dacius said happily.

Several Drucci dignitaries nodded and said yes, and Ren, who was usually the most active, didn't say anything about missing Itaza's life. After all, Ernst and Selyre didn't know about those things.

Dacius teased Walter a few words. After all, Walter's Thorn family has a seat on the Dark Council of Drucci, although the seat is not at the front.However, Walter did not show any panic or nervousness. It seems that Walter has grown a lot through his trip to the Lustria continent and serving as an adjutant next to Young Lord Newkel. He did not say any words of encouragement. Not sure, and he'd done all he could, and he wasn't Walt's father.Some things have to be accumulated and precipitated, and they can't be produced by grinding the gun in the face of battle. If Walter can't satisfy Malekith, all he can do is to restrain the corpse for Walter.Of course, if Walter dared to say the word Lustria to Malekith, he would still help Walter contain the corpse. At the same time, the Scourge of Hell family would truly accept the huge farm that belonged to the Thorn family instead of being like Escrow today.

It was time before dinner, and Dacius chatted with the dignitaries and followers for dinner.

"Master, Young Master Nukel is calling for you." Butler Diya walked over quickly, saluted Dacius and said.

After Diya saluted again, he walked quickly to Maranul and said a few words.

Dacius and Maranul glanced at each other, and it seemed that the short-term pleasure in bitterness was over.

A rattling roar echoed from the gatehouse of black steel, arched gates turning on hinges forged by dwarven slaves.When the black door opened, Dacius felt a chill running down his spine. He stared at the shadow in the distance, and Maranul also stared at the shadow blankly. Suddenly, Maranur There was a gurgling sound in his stomach, and he regained his senses and looked at Maranul speechlessly. The mother and son Annasara standing in front also turned their heads and looked at Maranul speechlessly and slightly disgusted.

"Didn't you eat? It's a very unreasonable behavior in front of His Majesty the Witch King." Newkel asked angrily.

Anasara didn't say anything, and before Maranul could answer, she cast a dark spell on the two Dacius brothers, and continued walking forward after casting it.

Dacius, who had been cast with black magic, didn't seem to be very hungry anymore?

The passage through the gate was shorter than Dacius expected, only about ten meters from one end of the passage to the other.In the distance was a small courtyard paved with polished black marble slabs, surrounded by haughty Drutch dignitaries, and above these Drutch dignitaries loomed the sharp towers of the Black Tower of Malekith, those The black guard cast a deep haze on his body, and looked at him carefully.

When Dacius walked into the yard, he felt a terrifying gaze fall on him.For a moment he felt like a rabbit trapped in the shadow of a swooping hawk, cold and unreasonable fear gripping his heart and turning his muscles cold, He probably guessed that he was watched by Malekith in the Black Tower.

Soon the terrifying sense of coercion subsided, and Dacius found a sinuous change in the thick shadow on the marble slab.He looked up and saw a faint movement, as if a big snake was coiling around the tallest tower of the Black Tower.Immediately, under the faint sunlight, he saw the outline of a long and narrow head, and a pair of red eyes, a black dragon bully with noble disdain, domineering and awe-inspiring covering the dark city.

"It turned out to be an ordinary black dragon, doesn't it sleep?" Dacius slammed his mouth and thought, he didn't care about this terrible dragon, he had seen more than this ruthless one, he At this point in time, Seraphim still doesn't know where she is.

One of the leading dignitaries in the yard was talking friendly with Annasara and her son in a powerful voice.

The dignitary of Drucci was tall and strong, wearing black plate armor inlaid with gold-plated etching and strong protection runes, and a shining skirt mail armor on the lower body.His pair of jagged longswords are masterpieces, their hilts studded with rubies the size of egg eggs, their scabbards adorned with red gold, and a gleaming black dragon cloak hangs over his broad shoulders.He wears a golden Hadrika around his neck, his pointed nose has been wounded in two places by a sword, and the star-shaped scar tissue on the side of his neck shows that his vocal cords have been lanced.His eyes shone with keen intelligence, and he seemed to have a will stronger than steel.His black hair was mixed with gray, brushed back from his thin face, and tied with a gold ribbon.

Dacius could tell that this was a powerful Drucci dignitary and the Witch King's adjutant, or so it seemed.The words exchanged between the dignitary of Drucci and Newkel sounded impolite, and there was a tense atmosphere, as if the next second a disagreement was about to start.

Malanuer put his left hand on the hilt of the antique long elf sword on his waist. This sword is not a traditional Drucci sawtooth sword, but the one that the brothers got when they had their haircut last time.

"Are these two children of your family?" the dignitary of Drucci asked Newkel in a tone almost growling.

"How do you feel? Sirsis?" Newkel asked calmly.

Contrary to Hirsis who was dressed gorgeously, Newker, who is also a dread lord, was dressed plainly, only wearing a relatively simple black gold silk noble robe, and was wearing an antique elf sword, which was also an antique. It seems that it was once his father's or passed down from the family, but this does not affect his power in the slightest.

Meng De said that power is only responsible for the source of power. This sentence is more correct in a Drucci society like Naggaroth, which is extremely military-minded. The power of the disaster family comes from the family's honor and blood. , from Malekith the Witch King, from Anasara's powerful spellcasting abilities, from Nukkel's army and his command and control of the army, from Krakalond's stable shipbuilding and food, not through He dresses to show power.

"Not bad! It looks very energetic! But you have to try it to know!"

Dacius was really afraid that this Drucci named Sirsis would suddenly shout, good!energetic!
Newkel slowly took out an exquisite gift box from the arms of the nobleman's robe and gestured to Sirsis, who directly broke through the three-sword distance between the nobles of Drucci and brought the gift box over.

"My old friend, I think you will like this gift. Let me introduce you. This is Malanur, and this is Dacius. They are brothers, and they are excellent descendants of the Calamity of Hell family." Newkel was still talking unhurriedly, and at the same time he took out a pipe from his bosom.

Anasara watched Nukel put the pipe to her mouth, and gave Nukel a hard look.She didn't think it was impolite or inappropriate for her son to do this in this environment, but because she simply didn't like Newkel smoking, which reminded her a lot, of her husband 5000 years ago, and of her She didn't like it very much when Kedron smoked a pipe 5000 years ago, and being an Asur, she didn't like the rude smell.

Nukel did not use a candlestick, but lit the tobacco with the lighter he carried on his body, and after lighting, he took a puff and signaled to Hirsis.

Soon Hirsis also followed Newkel's action.

"I like this thing!" Sirsis exclaimed loudly after coughing hoarsely.

Anasara frowned even tighter, and at the same time moved a little away from the two Drucci smokers.

Then Newkel and Sirthis chatted again. Newkel was referring the topic of chat to the two Dacius brothers, while Sirthis said to himself that he planned to expand the army by a large amount starting this year. Asking for some food shares, the topic of conversation is completely wrong.Soon, the two fear lords stopped chatting in a very tacit understanding, and then the two Drucci dignitaries laughed.

Hirsis smiled and nodded affirmatively at the two Daxus brothers.

Dacius knew that the agreement had been reached, and Nukel asked Sirsis to help take care of him and Maranul when he and Maranul were Malekith's adjutants, and Sirsis also asked for corresponding feedback.

A senior servant of Drucci walked outside Sirsis's three swords, Sirthis nodded casually, then nodded slightly to Annasara in salute.

The four Duruccis of the Hellborne family began to follow Hirssis through a maze of dark, empty corridors, each as silent as a tomb.The lamps on the iron candlesticks cast a solitary light all the way, making the darkness look deeper and more oppressive.Not long after, silence began to envelope Dacius, making him a little nervous.Though the Black Tower of Malekith was the center of power for all of Drucci society, the steel fortress was cold and silent, echoing only the echo of footsteps.

At first Dacius tried to remember the route he came from, after all, he will be here often in the future.But after half an hour of tortuous walking, he gave up because he failed, and walking in the black tower was like a ghost hitting a wall.Like Naggarond outside the Black Tower, there are no landmarks to navigate, and only Drucci who belongs there can find his way.Dacius couldn't imagine that he would wander here often in the future. This feeling is completely different from walking in the pyramid of Lustria.

Sirsis had no trouble finding the right passage, and within half an hour, the four Druccis of Hell's Scourge had passed through the archway into a long, empty room, where huge magical lamps were suspended by steel chains. Vaulted ceilings illuminate the entire room.In this room here, Dacius saw some Duruccis, the black guards guarding here, the nobles and dignitaries who dealt with affairs, the priests of various temples, and the scarred and nervous attendants of Druccis, these Duruccis Qidu was walking quickly and silently, entering and leaving the palace of the Witch King.

These Druccis all gave way to Sirsis' brisk, commanding stride, and he passed them without even nodding his head.The mother and son Annasara, who were walking behind Sirsis, didn't even look at these Duruccis.

Unlike the Nightlord Castle in Krakalund, the audience room here is divided into two spaces, the main hall and the lower room, where the lowly Druch nobles wait, hoping to have a short visit with their Witch King. See you, they long for a small chance.

Each room on the lower floor has a large space, which can accommodate many Duruccis at the same time, and each room is decorated gorgeously.Scenes from the past are carved in smooth black marble, and these murals show elves fighting demons in the garments and armor of Nagaryth.

The Black Tower of Malekith is said to be the remains of Nagaryth's capital of Tar Anlek, containing Aenarion's throne room, and the throne room from the reign of the first Phoenix King.

An eight-meter-high black steel door was engraved with the pattern of a sinuous black dragon, and as Dacius approached the Witch King's throne room, the pair of dragons seemed to glare at him.Four black guards stood guard at the door, holding the shining Drucci battle halberd in their hands.The black guards moved out of the way when they saw Sirsis and the four Duruccis of the Hell's Scourge family, and then bowed.

Sirsis turned his head and glanced at Newker, then put his hand on the door and pushed it, and the huge black steel plate was opened by the perfectly balanced hinge structure.

Hirsis walked into the room with his head held high, and Annasara mother and son also entered the room immediately. When Dacius stepped over the threshold, he felt his heart constrict violently, and that strong force of fate descended again.

"Maybe there are worse things than death." Dacius thought to himself.

There was almost no light in the throne room. This change made Dacius standing at the door dwarfed, and a strange feeling made him almost blind. He knew that this was a deliberately created feeling created through architecture and light.As his vision adjusted to the darkness, he saw himself standing at one end of a surprisingly small octagonal room, only thirty swords across, and he could not help feeling the weight of the stone wall on his shoulders superior.The walls around the throne room are masterfully carved onyx dragons, their wings spread like capes, prostrate before the throne at the end of the throne room.

There, in shadows as deep as the Eternal Abyss, a pair of orange eyes gleamed with the residual heat of the furnace.

"Looks like it's not a dream this time!"

(End of this chapter)