Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 193 43. Kane God's Choice, Malekith (as title)
"No strange thing happened? Is this also a kind of change? Is it so magical?" Dacius was in a trance when he walked into Malekith's black tower courtyard. He was a little unbelievable. When he came back On the road, there is no one who can come out to make troubles, and it is so close to the Chaos Wasteland, and the wind of magic is so strong.

The team returned to Naggarond from Gorond without any surprises or dangers. They did not encounter any interceptions by bandits, mercenaries and troops. After entering Naggarond, they did not encounter any ambushes, so they arrived safely. up.

Dacius first went to the lower floor of the Black Tower to take a comfortable bath, and then went to the throne room to meet Malekith. He didn't need to show Malekith his distressed appearance, perhaps it would be better to be decent, Like an elf of Nagaryth.He didn't splice the extinguishing phoenix spell together, because he didn't know what would happen next, which was beyond the scope of the outline for him, and he was worried that he would suddenly be so happy after splicing it together, who knew that brainless What unbelievable things can autistic people do.

The ghostly appearance of the spicy chicken shreds after being burned by the holy fire of Asuryan can make Moras cry for it, and Dacius doesn't want to follow in his footsteps. One spicy chicken shreds is enough in this world.

The heroic and handsome face turned into a piece of scorched black rotten flesh, the bones and blood-red tendons were tangled together in a mess, the pointed ears became only a little bit of visible cartilage, and the hair?What is hair?His hands also became shattered, bleeding continuously, his whole body was in severe pain and numbness, every place was full of burning flames, and there were bursts of harsh breathing sounds from his throat, each breath seemed to be breathing into his trachea and The lungs are filled with fire, and the flow of a little air is like a knife to the spicy chicken shreds.

The eyes were even more frightening. A spark of magical power appeared in the pupils of Spicy Chicken Silk. The fire grew bigger and bigger, and finally turned his eyes into two pits burning with flames. In the depths, there is a little blood red as thin as a needle tip.There was only interlacing light and darkness in front of his eyes, silence and screams echoed in his ears, and his thoughts seemed to be swallowed up by that flame time and time again. The indescribable pain caused Mala Jisi to lose consciousness countless times, and he was very I hoped that I would lose consciousness for as long as possible, but it was useless at all. The severe pain relieved quickly made him wake up again, without any relief. Every minute and every second was painful for him .

The miraculous thing is that Spicy Chicken Shreds actually endured the pain with his own willpower and gradually got better. He turned into Malekith again, maybe because he was chosen by Asuryan?
Dacius would not show off the curse to Malekith, because it would most likely evoke some bad memories of Malekith. Maybe the midnight armor burned redder after seeing the curse, after all The Asuryan holy flame on Malekith was still burning, maybe Malekith would give him the whole good fruit to eat.

Malekith took the dragon armor and looked at it in the pitch-black throne room, while Dacius told him the story echoed on the dragon armor.

"My father! He is a hero! He used his own life and blood on Kane's altar in exchange for victory and saved the world." Malekith said after listening to the story After a long time, he said, he slowly put the dragon armor into the box, and then said, "My dear Dacius, do you know what I am most proud of?"

"Let me guess? My lord, are you rejecting Kane?" Of course Dacius knew what Malekith was asking. They chatted around the topic of Kane, so it must be Kane. Is Malekith trying to smash the maelstrom with his magic?He said cooperatively that he felt like a jester now, and this feeling was so fucked up.

"Yes!" Malekith's laugh echoed through the throne room.

It may be because I haven’t seen him for a long time, and then Malekith narrated the story in a rambling manner. At that time, he was still in Aesop Tarlarion in the old world and was about to take the dragon ship Indrognir to go to Chaos. The wasteland ventured, but Alandrian did not follow, but stayed there and ruled as a prince.Facts have proved that Alandrian's governance is indeed effective. When the civil war broke out, Alandrian led the colonial army back to Ulthuan to fight, and the number of troops was five hundred thousand! (50! From page 473 of the novel The Legend of the King of Shadows, Alandrian appears on the stage, and GW Mathematics is over after watching it for fun).

Speaking from Malekith to Alandrian: "Don't worry, I and my "shade" will disappear from your eyes immediately. When I am away, you can enjoy the sunshine and warmth to the fullest. If it is true as you said , My shadow will cover the sky and the sun when I come back!" After that, they parted, and when they met again, Malekith had already turned into spicy chicken shreds.He did not choose to go directly north, but to send his good mother back to Nagareth first. The Indrognir was the first dragon ship, made by Prince Arthelin of Lothern for Malekith. , in the words of Morathi: "It is the ship that carries the dreams of our people!", and the fact proves that it is indeed the case.The speed of the dragon boat was unparalleled. With the arrival of strong winds at sea, it took only 30 days to set off from Azor Tarlarion to reach the northern island of Ulthuan.

The islands rose from the sea like stone pinnacles, protecting the coastlines of the kingdoms of Nagaryth and Chrace from the swells of the northern winds, in a time when there were no pirates.Among them, there is an island that is much larger than the others, located on the westernmost side of all the archipelago, the Withered Island, where the temple of Cairn is located.

Morathi knew this very well. She played with the Midnight Stone and looked southward at the island. The sea was full of rough waves and thick fog. Malekith walked up to her and looked there too.

"Do you remember my father?" Malekith asked.

"That's right, more than 1000 years ago, he died after riding Indrognir here. He has become a legend now. Even if young people today are amazed by what he has done, it is nothing more than It’s dubious. Even I only know the legendary hero, not Aenarion. Because when I knew him, he had already pulled out the Kane sword. When he was blessed by Asuryan What it was like, I don't know, he left nothing but you and the Midnight Stone."

Malekith didn't speak, just stood there, looking at the dark and cold rock.

"No, he left something else!" Malekith said suddenly.

"What? What do you mean?" Morathi asked.

"No one has been here since my father brought the sword of Caine back here. His and Indrognir's remains must still be on that island, we should find them and bring them back to Tar Anriel Ke, not to mention the princes of various kingdoms, even Barshana will have to kneel before the remains of the first Phoenix King. The savior must get a mausoleum comparable to the pyramids of Asuryan, Indrognir His dragon bone will be the symbol of the mausoleum, and I will inherit his dragon armor, and the people will see me, as the son of Aenarion, I am the rebirth of the first Phoenix King!"

"Is this the 'timing' you mentioned? Then you will return to Nagareth with me now?" Morathi said excitedly.

"No, I'm going to find my father first!"

Malekith called a sailor to prepare the boat, and jumped into it with great excitement.

Standing by the side of the boat, Morathi saw Malekith showing a smile she hadn't seen for a long, long time, a happy smile like a child's.

Fifteen sailors on the small boat turned the boat to the south and sailed towards the southeastern tip of the Blight Island, where the wind and waves are the least, and soon found a small piece of coast. The sailors fixed the boat, and Malekith did not Regardless of the sailors, they jumped ashore on their own. In fact, all the sailors were not very willing to go to this seemingly unlucky place.

This small island is indeed just like its name, there is no life, not even a little weeds and bugs, and there are scattered black rocks everywhere. At this time, the wind has become weaker, and Malekith has no signs A good route or goal is just to keep wandering on the small island, walking towards what he thinks is the western part of the island, the higher area, where he believes his father's body is.He climbed one hill after another, and suddenly found that he had been walking here all afternoon, and the sun was about to set. Although he scoffed at the sailors' superstition, he didn't want to wander around the island when night fell.

Malekith carefully surveyed the valley, looking for anything that might be metal or bone, but found nothing. The shadow of dusk was getting heavier, and he felt a little discouraged. Just as he planned to go back to the boat first, and look for it tomorrow. At that time, a strange idea suddenly appeared in his heart!
There was no sound, no sign, but it was as if an invisible hand made Malekith want to keep going south, as if he knew someone was there waiting for him, and the force grew stronger and stronger, Gradually a strange melody formed in his mind, he glanced at the setting sun, turned and went south, and walked along this strange force.

Soon, Malekith came to the center of the withered island, which was very wide and flat, and the jagged black rocks were covered with red patterns, and the pitch-black ground was as smooth as marble. Here there was a There was something glowing on the huge red rock, and he knew it was the Temple of Cairn.He looked around, but couldn't find his father's remains, but it was here that his father returned the sword of Kane. When he thought of the sword, a faint and distant voice appeared in his ear, and he He looked at the shining place, the more he looked there, the clearer the sound was, it was a scream of pain and fear, mixed with the sound of metal crashing, his heart began to beat wildly , the surrounding stones were like extremities with exposed blood vessels, those red lines sprayed an unstoppable sea of ​​blood, his heart beat faster and harder, like a craftsman wielding a hammer.

The voice in Malekith's ear turned into a shrill howl, but he didn't find the sound harsh, and he approached the temple step by step.In the end, he was just like his father back then, standing blankly in that bloody looking place.

Something at the center of the rock shone before Malekith, like a sword, or an ax, or a spear, and at last it revealed a figure, a scepter with a jeweled ball-ended end.He was a little confused for a moment, because this was not a weapon, but a decorative scepter.

Suddenly, Malekith understood something. This scepter could turn the whole of Ulthuan into his own weapon. He didn't need a sword or a spear to fight like his father, as long as he picked up this scepter Kane's scepter, no one can stand against him, he will control all armies, and rule his people as he pleases.There was a vision before his eyes, he killed Barshina and sacrificed his body to Kane, he became the chosen of the murder god, and he will share this world with Kane, whether it is Beastmen or Greenskins , Their corpses stretched tens of thousands of meters long.

Malekith laughed strangely. He saw the villages of humans being burned, both men and women were slaughtered. The elves conquered the world like a flood. His empire was the whole world. The flames of sacrifice covered the entire world. Sunshine himself sat on a huge throne made of skulls, surrounded by rivers and seas of blood.

"No!!!" Malekith yelled violently, he tried his best to look away from the scepter, and fell to the ground forcefully.

Malekith lay like this for a long time, his eyes closed, his heart still beating wildly, his breathing was short and heavy, and he didn't open his eyes until he calmed down slowly.He shook his head, he seemed to be awake, there was no blood, no fire, only the surrounding stones and the sound of the sea wind.

The day was about to pass, and Kane's temple was bathed in orange sunlight. Malekith stood up and left here staggeringly. He didn't dare to look back at the scepter, and at the same time knew that his father could not Being found, he mustered his will and walked back to the boat without once looking back at the shrine.

When he returned to the Indrognir, he ordered the captain to sail north at full speed until the Blight Isle was out of sight.

The dragon boat continued to sail and came to the route on the western coast of Ulthuan. Malekith did not find his father, so he did not want to set foot on the land of Ulthuan.

Malekith didn't return to Nagaryth, the funny thing is that he threw Morathi directly to a merchant ship returning to Ulthuan from the east, although Morathi was very annoyed, Morathi was sent away like this , Morathi, who lost his temper, swears and curses all the way.

Although the reward was high, the captain of the merchant ship had never seen such a scene, and he called out Sovereign!

Dacius was about to fall asleep standing there, and he felt bored, and he could recite it backwards, because this was the third time he had heard this story.Malekith is like a bored old man with dementia, always chattering and sharing old stories with him, but he can't tell Malekith to shut up, can he?Pointing at Malekith's nose and scolding him angrily was not because of strength and status, but because he still has the good virtue of respecting the old and caring for the young!This kind of virtue is as precious as a diamond to Drudge, and he can only echo it like a fan, and occasionally ask a few words to express his confusion and incomprehension.

"My lord, what happens after I'm a little curious?"

"That's a ridiculous political trick!" Malekith's laughter echoed in the throne room again, and he knew what Dacius was asking.

Malekith began to babble again, since he was born to now, he has lived almost 6500 years (at the end of ET, Malekith's age is 6986, to be exact!) years old, he has many stories, but no one can match He just shared.

At that time Malekith was going to Hal Gancy for a very special conclave.

It was a choice that disturbed Malekith even more, as the screams of the Cultists, the constant drumming, and the smell of burning entrails tormented him incessantly.The first sound was like a broken blade cutting through his nerves, the second sound was too monotonous, making him doubt time and sanity, and the third sound was too much a reminder of his physical condition.

Malekith could only suffer in silence, as he endured the eternal pain.

The Temple of Cairn at Hal Gansi is a sacrificial fire pit of black columns topped by a dome on which hangs a mass of rotting organs and black ashes of bones, which are placed in the sacrificial flames and a thousand braziers Wavering in the rising heat.In layout, the temple is very similar to the ancient ruins on the Blight Isle.

Standing there, Malekith could barely feel the heat, wondering idly if the open side of the temple layout was more practical?rather than symbolic.Such thoughts amused him, and he could only continue to watch the ceremony continue in boredom.

Hal Gansi Like all other cities in Naggaroth and any settlement with a temple to Kaine, the Witch Spirits are celebrating the Night of the Dead (7 days at the earliest).Cairnists prowl the streets and rooftops looking for victims.In the past, only those who were found outside their home would be victims, but as the millennia passed and successive generations of Drucci became wise to the danger, now to satisfy the blood demands, the Cultists of Cairn No hesitating to break into buildings, howls of mourning throughout the city and clashes of weapons signal the success or failure of the quest.

The hapless victims were dragged screaming up the steps of the temple, their bodies bleeding from dozens of wounds, leaving a trail of blood on the blood-red marble.Heliben and the Death Witches stood in a small circle beside a pool of blood engraved with runes.There was a fire under the blood pool, and a growing pool of blood was bubbling and boiling.

Victims were carried to the altar, their arteries splayed, and the bright red fluid spilled into passages carved in the stone into the dungeon below the temple, where slaves labored with cloth and buckets to contain the spilled blood Pass up.The Sorceresses of Death uttered piercing prayers to the Lord of Murder, and bloody wine was poured into cauldrons for them to drink.

Incredibly, the victim did not die from this bleeding, but remained shambling with the help of temple magic.

Ruthless executioners awaited their victims, their execution knives already stained with blood.Each victim is terminated with a single blow, and lower-ranking followers of Kaine pounce on the corpse. These worshipers tear off the victim's heart and throw it into the sacred flame. Other worshipers fight for the head, which will be burned. Charred and plated with gold leaf as a trophy.The rest of the corpses were dragged away by whipped slaves to corresponding workshops, where they would be broken down into components used in Cainian narcotics and poisons, and the remaining organs and body parts would be sold illegally go.

Throughout the night of the dead, this continued until just before dawn, when the pool of blood was almost full.Hollyben and the witches of death stepped on the steps made of bones and muscles, bathed in hot blood, laughing and playing like children in a pond.

Malekith watched carefully, and with the help of the iron ring on his forehead, his orange eyes could see the winds of magic coalescing with the pool of blood through rituals and sacrifices.It flows into the blood, stimulates vitality, and transmits it to Hollyben's body.

As the first rays of dawn passed through the open face of the temple, Hollyben emerged, her pale skin bronzed by the morning light.She was delicate and youthful, with thick and lustrous hair, and well-proportioned limbs and features.

There was a special reason why Malekith had come to Hal Gansi this night, his mother's Cult of Pleasure had grown again, luring the Drouches into Naggaroth's court and army.For the most part, the Cult of Pleasure is harmless, but he's never content to let his mother run free, so he must send a message to remind her: He knows his mother's tricks!
As the last Sorceress revealed her soft, blood-stained body from the pool of blood, Malekith had a sudden inspiration, and as he staggered through the temple, he stretched his will and let the holy fire of Asuryan flow from him. Burning through the cracks in his armor, he now bears an unbelievable resemblance to the statue of Kane in the temple.

"You know I am your Lord!" Malekith intoned, ascending the steps and standing before the Murder King.He opened his arms to imitate Kane's posture, and his palms were also burning with flames, "Now you also know that I am Kane's incarnation. In me, Kane puts his power into the mortal realm, so that he can lead you through the world. On the journey of death."

This is the only time of the year when Holly is in the best and most sensible mood. She looked at the object she had served with a strange expression (don't think too much, maid), when she watched Malekith step into the When the pool of blood, she did a good job of hiding her distaste.

Viscous blood rolled in the heat of Malekith's body, burst and splashed to the edge of the pool of blood.He crouched down, letting his head sink into the blood, feeling the magical winds crawl across his armor.He seized the threads of the magical winds and poured his magic back along their channels.

The outside of the blood pool began to glow, and the runes became brighter and brighter until red energy shone, covering the temple in blood-red light.Under the watchful eyes of Holiben and the gathered Cairn Cultists, Malekith rose from the blood that clotted on his armor, and he turned his orange eyes to Holiben.

Displeased and submissive at that moment, Hollyben forced herself to get down on one knee and bow her head, prompting the other Cairnites to do the same.

"Spread the word throughout the world! Celebrate and thank the mighty Lord of Murder for delivering his son to us. We are blessed, and in his name we shall draw our blades, as the avatar expresses its will. Bless the Ma Regis, the eternal incarnation of Kane!" Holly chanted while suppressing her nausea.

Malekith radiated his magical energy, shattering the burning blood on his armor with a burst of flame.

Speaking of this, laughter broke out again in the throne room, and Dacius also laughed out loud. He felt that it was too harmonious, too funny, and he couldn't help imagining Heliben's expression at that time.

(End of this chapter)