Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 166 16. Only Two

The next day, the Dacius brothers got up early in the morning and set off for Malekith Black Tower with their followers after being sent off by Steward Dia.Everyone who can come will come, including Colonia who is squatting in the laboratory. They are guarding and defending while carrying their lunch boxes. Although it is morning, the noisy night in Naggarond has just died down. Be careful. Always right.

In Malekith Black Tower, Maranul was still standing in a daze where he was dazed yesterday, but today it suddenly became lively, because his subordinates were also accompanying him in a daze, including his younger brother's subordinates who also stood there to accompany him. He was in a daze.

The moment Dacius pushed open the black steel door and entered the throne room, a pale green light suddenly flickered throughout the throne room, and the witch lamps on the iron frames around the throne room were lit, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his eyes , to avoid this sudden stimulation, he almost lost his way at that moment.After a moment of reaction, he glimpsed, through his narrow eyes, the barbed black throne at the top of the steps, and he caught a glimpse of Malekith's fearsome midnight armor.

Suddenly, a cruel and loud female laugh sounded from the darkness behind the throne.

Soon, Dacius was attracted by the burst of laughter, and a woman gracefully walked down the steps of the high platform.She is tall and noble, dressed in black warlock robes, but her facial features appear cruel.His black hair hung down to his waist, entwined with gold threads and slender finger bones.There was an icy intelligence in her dark eyes, and her gaze pierced him cleanly like a knife.

"? Isn't this Malekith's mother? Why is she wearing a robe?" Dacius was thinking quickly at this moment. His impression of Morass was extremely rigid. Almost didn't recognize it.

Moras walked slowly towards Dacius, her robe only covered her body, her exposed arms and thighs looked extremely pale under the witch light.Her demeanor is warm, and her frankness is more disturbing than her scowling.

Dacius held back his emotions as he felt black magic crawling on his skin, he felt he saw something flying in the shadows at the edge of his vision.There were some faint voices whispering and chattering around him, and he tried to ignore the blandishments and taunts, focusing on Morathi, knowing that the second test was coming.

Morathi's arms were folded across her perfect chest, the weight of her body resting on one leg, a smooth thigh poking out of a slit in her robe.

Dacius forced himself to stare at Morathi's equally beautiful face, overcoming the temptation to reach out and touch that delightful skin.

Morathi's hair swirled like a dark cloud over her shoulders, and she wobbled in front of Dacius in a strange posture.

Dacius has been staring at Morathi's face, and the expression on Morathi's face has become majestic and serious.

"My son, this joke is not funny. What are you? Where did you conjure up the toy?" Moras looked at Dacius seriously. She thought that Dacius could see traces of magic on his face. The voice was full of coldness.

Malekith did not speak, but let out a sneer, as if he was satisfied with the shock that Dacius gave his mother, and at the same time warned his mother not to act rashly.

"Dear Witch Queen, Greetings from Dacius of the Calamity of Hell in Karakarond." Dacius became extremely calm after hearing Malekith's sneer, and he looked at Mo Lasi introduced herself while doing Duluqi's aristocratic ceremony.

"Where's that long scar on your right cheek? And that blank eyeball?" Morathi gently put her hand on Dacius' cheek and asked softly, as if she was asking about today's weather lightly.Her cold, unnatural voice was as sweet as any elegant tone.

"Because I came from Krakalond, not from Azor Talarion." Dacius took a step back, out of the range of Morathi's palm, he also said lightly, like It's like making a joke that has nothing to do with him.

"5000 years, 5000 years have passed, fate made you appear again, have you completed your mission?" Morathi said playfully, sliding past Dacius, and slowly circling Dacius turns.

Dacius could feel Morathi's cold gaze sweeping over him, and he also knew what the task Morathi was referring to.

Alandrian was disfigured by prey during the reign of Azor Talarion, and when the Elven Civil War broke out, he returned to Nagareth from Azor Talarion with a large number of colonial soldiers. He stabilized the Naga While Roth's logistics and political situation, but also received a task.That was to hunt down the "Dark King", the leader of the Nagareth rebels at the time. In six years, he was close to success countless times, but failed in the end.At that time, Morathi forgave him and equipped him with a sorceress who was good at divination.

Alandrian took his two daughters, Lyris and Holiben, and the sorceress to capture Aris Anar in Athor Eranur in Nagareth.A cloaked elf appeared, holding a silver bow.An arrow flew out of the silver bow, and the arrow slid into Lyris' throat, and Lyris fell dead on the wet flagstones.The elf wearing a cloak and holding a silver bow was also killed by him and Hollyben.

But unfortunately the elf was not Aris Anar, but his lieutenant Kelarion, who hit the back of Aris Anar's head, and then Kelarion wore Aris Anar The equipment and weapons and the other elves used their lives to cover Aris Anar's retreat.

The cliche is that after the task was completed, Alandrian's eyes were attracted by a pair of shadows fleeing on the roof. The female sorceress of Morathi wanted to cast a magic spell, but he stopped the spell. The pair of fleeing shadows left, he needed the pair of fleeing shadows to tell the news of the death of the Shadow King to the other elves who were still resisting, and the pair of fleeing shadows were Cassady and Aris Ann who Kasady was covering. Gnar!
It was also classic after that, a few years later the army led by Alandrian was ambushed by Aris Anar, his troops ran away after a fight, and he was also shot in the thigh above the knee by an arrow.He broke down, unable to suppress the loud cry of pain.When he awoke again it was very dark, but by the light of the fire he saw that his hands were bound, the rope was wrapped around the branch of the little tree he was leaning against, and the other rope tied his ankle tied to a root arch.After waking up, he realized that there was a group of elves around him, some of whom were children and babies.

Aris Anar told Alandrian that the children would feed him for the rest of the day, and that he would watch the children grow and grow, and when they were adults, go and start killing Drucci, leaving him trapped in the tree The rope on it will also become tighter and tighter as the years go by.

"After so many years, I am honored to finally be here to meet you with my own eyes. The hunt will start again, won't it?" Dacius asked rhetorically, looking at Malekith at the same time, that The meaning was already obvious, he wanted Malekith to help him out.

Moras appeared on the left side of Dacius, still looking at Dacius intently.They were so close to touch, the power of her presence was tangible, like a cold razor slicing across Dacius's skin.Her face was youthful, the features dignified and serious, and she had a handsomeness rather than that classical beauty, a broad face and a round chin, almost square rather than pointed.Her eyes are like windows into an abyss, devouring everything around her.

"Speaking of Aris Anar, I suddenly thought of the Midnight Stone that my father gave you, my mother." Malekith understood Dacius' eyes, and he suddenly said comprehendingly, It seemed to him one of the few occasions where he could poke fun at his miserable mother.

"Enough!" Morathi growled angrily at her son.

Aris Anar frequently invaded the lands of Naggaroth, and at one point even danced with Morathi before stealing the Night Stone.Morathi, mortified, sent Drucci after him, but he tricked them into drinking the blood-oozing poison.

Angry Morathi offered immortality magic, a room full of gold, and a night with the most beautiful female Durucci as rewards to any Durucci who could return the Midnight Stone, but the rewards have so far been nonexistent to Drucci Odd to claim.

With Morathi's angry roar, the witch lamp in the throne room was instantly extinguished.

"Dacius, I remember you, if you hunt successfully, all the rewards will be yours!" Morathi regained her composure, her lips curled up in a wry smile.

The black steel door opened slowly, and Morathi left.

"Fate! is a lazy contraption invented by foolish philosophers, sanctioned by incompetent playwrights and poets, and thrown about by half-blind mages. The gods care little and interfere in the life of a mortal, The wider universe does not suspend, loop or shape for one's progress. If one believes in destiny, one forfeits the right to choose one's path, forfeits all credit, and is not responsible for one's actions. Mine Adjutant, although you look like Alandrian, Alandrian would never say that to my mother."

"Maybe it's because I'm Dacius? And Alandrian is my ancestor, I'm not the reincarnation of Alandrian? My lord." Dacius shrugged towards the throne Go sideways.

"The memory of the past troubles me, and that must be why I think of Alandrian, and why I put up with you! The past is coming back, life is repeating, reincarnation is reincarnating, life, death, rebirth. Always, From before my time, and perhaps to the end. Gods rise and fall, worshiped and cast aside, and mortal life passes like the heartbeat of the world, whether your Dacius or Alandrian, your Appearance indicates something, which is why I observe you." Malekith said suddenly lost.

"Dacius, do your subordinates respect you, or are they afraid of you?" Malekith suddenly thought of something, and asked before waiting for Dacius to answer.For thousands of centuries, Morathi had asked him that question often.He has been ambivalent about this difference.

"Both? My lord. The Drucci dignitaries of Krakalund and the sons of the Hell's Scourge family, fear me for not knowing. Some of the Drucci who know me respect me because I It can give them the prospect they want." Dacius had already walked to Malekith's side at this time, and the heat from the midnight armor warmed him again, he said with a smile.

"Specifically?" Malekith nodded thoughtfully and asked.

"I'm not like my elder brother. I seldom show my face in the powerful circle of Krakalund. Those powerful people don't know me, they only know my reputation and deeds. As for my followers, I paint a beautiful picture for them. The blueprint, leading them to work towards the drawn blueprint, and has been influencing them." Dacius thought for a while, then said.

"Like that lame Walter?" Malekith asked curiously.

"Yes, Walter is the same age as me, maybe he won't look like a traditional Drucci in the future? If possible, I hope he can manage the port and the vast expanse of land in Lustria. field."

"In this way, your Hell's Calamity family has grasped the lifeblood of Drucci's food and meat?"

Dacius felt that what Malekith said was a bit knowing, and it was a bit like beating, maybe there was something else?
"My lord, not only food and meat, but also tobacco and wine. This is to serve you better, and the family of the disaster of hell has always done so. Sooner or later, the door will open again, and chaos in its original form will reappear, chaos The realm will expand and pollute the world. I smell something older and deadlier, and death will reign over the world. First we must take back Ulthuan, everything that was once yours and your father's! Then you are like Like your father, he led us to fight against the army of chaotic demons, and this may also be the reason for my appearance?" Dacius said with a smile, and such a heavy topic came out of his mouth so recklessly, as if It has nothing to do with him.

After a short conversation, there was a long silence. Malekith kept thinking. He knew what Dacius was talking about. He saw that Chaos would come again 6000 years ago, and he began to recall When Dao was young, he found a steel ring (the one on his head, like a magic spell, not on his hands) in a temple in the wasteland of chaos. The moment he put on the steel ring, he was smiling, and then The moment he puts it on, the world disappears before him.

A kaleidoscope of colors surrounded Malekith, and he had a strange feeling that he was about to rise to great heights and fall into the bottomless abyss.His head was shaking, his skin was tingling with force, he was numb, his whole body was vibrating with unknown energy.

As time passed, Malekith could not tell whether it was a moment or an eternity, and the vortices began to merge around him, forming a nightmarish landscape above him.The sky boiled with flames and dark clouds, and beneath his feet was a mysterious place that stretched infinitely: Chaos Realm!
Malekith saw an endless garden, desolate and decaying, with drooping willows and yellowing grass.Fog and flies wafted from the weedy, twisted dead trees, and oozing pus ran between fungus-clad leaves and piles of rotting corpses.The marshes bubbled and boiled, and the tar pits rattled and spewed gaseous steam into the thick air.

In the middle of the sprawling swamp stands a majestic mansion, a mansion that can crumble at any moment but never collapses, made of broken stone and old insect-eaten wood.Peeling paint and bricks stand over cracked stone and crooked beams, covered with sickly yellow ivy and giant black roses.Chimney pipes spewed thick smoke and sprayed droplets of pus on cracked tiles and moldy thatch.

In the smoke and gloom, demons full of death and plague crumbled.Bloated and lovely creatures with plague-like flesh and pock-scarred skin.And drooling beasts with bodies like slugs and tentacles dripping with poisonous gas.A large group of happy little things are running around wantonly.A host of one-eyed demons, each with a cracked horn, meandered and chanted in the wild gardens.

Malekith looked away from the filth and squalor to a bombed-out wasteland surrounded by a chain of gigantic volcanoes that spewed lava to form a river of lava and choked the air with fetid soot .Great walls were hewn from the mountainside, and the great Dreadfort was hung with skulls, and red banners fluttered from its jagged battlements.

Among the surrounding peaks, the earth was torn by fissures from which gushed bloody wounds, as if it had been torn apart by the blows of the Excalibur.Skeletons of unimaginable creatures piled high in the burning crimson lake, surrounded by sand dunes of the dust of countless bones.Hounds, the size of horses, covered in red scales and with huge fangs, prowled the ruins, their howls tearing bones and crackling and crumbling cartilage.

In the center of this desolation stood a tower of unimaginable proportions, so large that it seemed to fill Malekith's vision.Towers of black marble and brass, tower after tower, wall after wall, a castle so vast it could hold back the armies of the whole world.Vampires with stout frames and bulbous, horned heads patrol the ramparts.On the highest balustrade of the tower stood a thing of pure rage, a winged monster beating its broad chest and roaring into the dark sky.

Malekith turned, trembling, and saw a mighty castle of gleaming mirrors and crystals.The surface of the castle shimmers with iridescent colors, translucent and transparent, moving with the swirls of magic.The door opened like a devouring mouth, and the window stared at him like lidless eyes.Flames of many colors erupted from the pinnacles of the thin towers, and sparks fell in fountains to the ground below.

Surrounding the bizarre palace is a gigantic labyrinth made up of ever-moving walls of crystal.The meandering passages overlap one another, passing each other through unseen dimensions.Eruptions of flame formed passages that connected the various parts of the great labyrinth, from blue flashes to greens to purples, to colors that should not be seen by mortals.

The skies around the castle are filled with swarms of creatures that pull up and dive in magical thermals that are as terrifying as sharks.Giggling things bounce around the maze, sparkling with magic.Demons with flames dripping from their arms leap and bounce frantically along winding crystalline passages.Malekith felt his eyes drawn back to the almost impossible castle, and saw that a huge gallery had opened.

Mysteries lurk here, with colorful wings and birdlike faces, twisted staffs in their hands, and robes of shimmering pink and blue.One of the strange birds stopped and looked up at him.The eyes of the strange bird are like a never-ending abyss of madness, a deep sea of ​​vortex-like power, vowing to drag Malekith into an eternal abyss.

Malekith broke the stupefied stare and was immediately drawn in by the enchanting beauty.Enchanting glades gently swaying their verdant foliage, while calm lakes beckon him.Majestic mountains soared into the sky, their sides covered with snow, glistening in the invisible sun.

Lithe creatures in maiden garments play, laugh, chatter, and paw each other in the heavens.Hordes of beasts roamed the emerald green meadows, their bodies shimmering and changing in color, the patterns on their bodies fascinated Malekith, he felt himself drawn, captivated by the beauty of the beasts .

Suddenly aware of his danger, Malekith looked away from the fascinating sight.He became very aware that he was being watched, and could feel some otherworldly presence turning its attention in his direction.He felt as if his soul was about to be nakedly flayed before the eyes of the Chaos Gods. Fear gripped him, and he tried to find a place to escape, but the realms of the Dark Gods were everywhere.Fear drove him away, and he was once again surrounded by swirling vortex energy.

When Malekith's sight was clear again, he found himself far above the world, as if standing on the edge of creation itself, looking down upon the realm of men, elves, dwarves, and all other creatures under the sun.He could see the jungle-covered forests of Lustria, and the lizardmen galloping through the ruins of the temple city.He saw orc hordes gathered in the blighted wastes, green tides covering the land.

Malekith is still silent in the memory of the past.

And Dacius didn't bother Malekith, just stood there thinking about some of his own things, and time passed for a long time.

"Have you been watched?" Malekith suddenly asked curiously. He knew about Dacius' situation, but he still wanted to ask.

"Yes, my lord, but there are only two of them." Dacius knew what Malekith was asking, and he said with a smile again, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

Instead of discussing the Chaos Gods, Malekith began teaching Dracius the dwarven language.

During the period, some Drucci officials also came in, such as Kolan from the Black Guard, and Drucci who was the chief of intelligence. In Ma Hei's throne room, Dacius couldn't capture the expressions on their faces from such a long distance.

Drucci's Dark Council is about to begin.

(End of this chapter)