Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 201 51. Chief Executive Officer of Drucci
Dacius had another strange and outrageous dream that night, but this time he didn't dream of Qingbao Tianzun and the elves and gods.He dreamed that he was returning to Naggaros from Lustria on a clipper ship similar to slanted sails (the sails of the elves in the middle ages were all slanted sails), but he was attacked by the Asur dragon ship. The three-body structure of a branch ship, towers and arrow towers abound on the deck, and the huge gold parts that can be seen everywhere on the hull glisten in the sun, making it easy to ride the wind and waves on the sea.

But what is faster than the dragon boat is the icy sea water rolled up by the storm. The sea water is getting higher and higher and is hitting him. Just when he was feeling desperate, a city more majestic than the dragon boat appeared on the sea in front of him. Between him and the huge waves, the waves hitting the tall city gate were instantly shattered, and the vibration and loud noise seemed to awaken some ancient existence in the city.

Dacius thought it was the temple city of Zamuda, which had sunk in the deep sea long ago, but he thought that this is not like the Lustria style, it seems to be another style.Suddenly, a huge figure like a mountain rose from the city.Nearly insane, he saw him turn around and lean towards him overwhelmingly. At this time, extreme fear had made him unable to move.Those two giant scarlet eyes that looked like searchlights looked in his direction, and uttered an indescribably repetitive and monotonous whisper from the abyss. At the end of the verge of collapse, he finally heard those two syllables clearly: V I 50!

Dacius recovered from the brink of collapse in a jerk, cursed directly, and the scene in front of him disappeared in an instant, replaced by another scene.

The surroundings are extremely dark and deep. He is sitting on a chair, only the screen in front of him is on. The screen shows the interface of the game "Victoria 3" (it's not fun yet, don't buy it!), just as he is about to show his skills and lead a country to climb When GPS was number one in the world, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. This was not the map of Blue Star, but the map of the Middle Ages. He had the feeling of playing another economical game.

The country controlled by Dacus was none other than Drucci of Naggaroth. He began to place glass factories, food factories, and furniture factories in Naggarond. Hagrid Grave built a huge steel factory. factory and weapon factory, Krakalund built a war machine factory and a huge shipyard, and Lustria's Kauthen Plain was used as a plantation to lay a large number of livestock farms, tobacco plantations, fruit plantations, and cotton plantations. and sugar crop plantations.

The amazing thing is that Carond Karl has a weird landmark building, the bonus provided by this landmark building will continue to increase Labor dispatch provides labor, the religious city of Hal Gansi and the invasion of Gorond that defends against the Yankee invasion He didn't manage it and let it develop naturally.

What's outrageous is that the university can't point it out, and the development of science and technology is also extremely slow, all relying on the villagers to share technology.While saying no, he lit up the technology of atmospheric steam engine, water tube boiler and railway, and finally the power machinery factory was built in Hagrid Graves.

"I want to repair the railway in the medieval world!" Dacius had just finished his rhetoric when he realized something was wrong. The number of merchant ships on the interface was gradually decreasing, and finally turned into a red negative number. Naggaroth's factory was due to merchant ships. All work was stopped, and the forces headed by the dignitaries began to reduce satisfaction. When he was thinking about what was wrong, he woke up from his dream.

"It's time to get up, Malanur has something urgent to see you." Geneviève kept pushing Dacius, and said softly when Dacius opened his eyes.

Dacius nodded, and sat up from the bed. He felt a splitting headache when he sat up, as if the whole world was turning. He supported his head for a long time before he recovered.

"The family has just received news that Hagrid Grave's Valaharlehan died last night in the manor north of Krakalund." Maranul announced the news at the dinner table.

The dignitaries, sorceresses, and followers who heard the news all stopped eating and watched Maranul waiting for the next word.

"The murderer is Lehan's youngest son, Malus Blackblade!" Maranul announced again.

As soon as this remark came out, the Duluchis started to stir up an uproar, and then whispered to each other.Only Walter was still eating breakfast silently. None of these smart Druccis looked at Walter, let alone made fun of Walter. They all knew that although Walter and Malus had done the same thing, But it's essentially two different things.

"That black blade broke the law!"

"Who will inherit the title of Valahal?"

"I guess it's Lehan's second son Iswar, we can bet." Kewell said directly after taking a sip of the wine.

"I saw Isvar when I went to Hagrid Grave, a waste!" A high-level dark sorceress from the Hell's Calamity family said contemptuously.

This female sorceress was one of the mother sect of the Anasara clan when Dacius went down to replace the fake soul dagger.

"War is about to start! The Black Ark Nagol is currently staying in Krakalund waiting for an opportunity."

Dacius was eating food with his head down and didn't participate in the discussion. He knew that this day was coming, but he was quite noisy about what happened next. He found that he didn't seem to have any good points to intervene?After swallowing the food in his mouth, he drank a glass of wine and suppressed it, got up and nodded to the Druccis, and then left.

When he walked to the black steel gate of the throne room, Dacius didn't meet Aguireser. It seems that Malekith should have received the news earlier than him.

Instead of working on the engine, Malekith fell back into the memory of his mother visiting him in the Old World colony of Azor Tarlarion.

"Osuan is like an unrequited love of mine. Although she never accepted me, she has enough charm to make me imagine that one day she will agree to my courtship, but a woman's youth always disappears, Osu Ann will also become unattractive, maybe this is better, let me forget about that island and get in touch with the new world." Malekith said flatly.

Morathi slapped Malekith hard and furiously.

Malekith froze for a moment, then was furious and wanted to fight back, but Morathi grabbed his wrist.

"You are a white-eyed wolf! Usuan is the land that your father spent his entire life guarding, and he guarded it until his death! I thought you would be successful when you grow up, unlike Barshana and those in his palace. You fool! How dare you just watch your father's inheritance be destroyed like this! He even gave up his life for that island, what reason do you have for not inheriting his legacy?" Morathi roared angrily.

Malekith wrenched free of Morathi, but Morathi pulled him back in a snap.

"What's the matter, do you think I'm nagging? Just like you hate your hometown?"

"It was right that they didn't choose you as Phoenix King during the election! It's not because your rule is tough, but because you are a more complete idiot, and you are not worthy of being Phoenix King than Balshiana." Morath wiped hysterically. Tears while yelling.

"Then what do you want me to do? Nagareth conquered so many new lands for Ulthuan and forged the greatest alliance ever, what do you want me to do for Ulthuan?" Mare Keith finally couldn't stand Morathi's nagging and shouted.

"You yourself, Aenarion's legacy after death, you are part of it, you have to rule there, that's what you have to do, Aenarion believed in Kane for this reason, because No other god is worthy of his loyalty, and neither are you." Morathi paused, then continued: "You must become the Phoenix King to protect Ulthuan, and if you can, this girl will Be your woman, and return to Ulthuan after you return from the North, and protect us from the gods of Chaos. Ruins, if you don't stand up, everything we hold dear will be lost!"

"What did you say? When is this going to happen?" Malekith asked in shock.

"I only foresaw death and war. The elves of Nagaryth took to the battlefield, just like your father did. I also warned the Phoenix King's council, but they didn't listen at all."

Malekith saw Morathi's face full of fear and hope, and the little feeling he had for his mother began to waver. He sighed and put an arm around his mother's shoulders, not knowing what he was doing. Excited or scared.

"My mother, I shall find my destiny in the North."

Morathi was still trembling with anger.

"I will protect Ulthuan, no matter what happens!" Malekith continued.

"I didn't expect my mother's prophecy to come true, but...heh." Malekith broke free from the memory.

"I think you should know the news, my dear Dacius." Malekith sat on the throne, resting his hands on the midnight armor on his face, and said directly after seeing Dacius come in .

"My lord, I also just got the news."

"What are you going to do?"

"I want to intervene. The Nagor has been wandering around in a sea of ​​hatred and resentment for centuries, maybe it should play some value now." Dacius added after finishing speaking, "In addition, I want to put Hagrid Greve's resources are integrated to bring out the true energy of the city, not as it is now."

"According to your current thoughts and ideas, do you want to build a large factory there? Factory!"

"Yes! Your Majesty. The factory and the assembly line, a steady stream of armor, weapons, and war equipment are continuously produced from the assembly line!" Dacius said firmly.

Malekith didn't say anything, and seemed to be thinking about something.

The dark rock below Hagrid Graves is full of mines and quarries, and throngs of slaves are working hard among them, providing nourishment and building blocks for Drucci's war machine.

Bitter winds blow through the tunnels on the scantily clad slaves who toil away from any natural light with only the humblest food and merciless whippings.Even more tragic than that is the fact that even after death there is no respite, the dark rock is riddled with veins of warpstone, whose unholy powers will resurrect the dead and keep them toiling until they collapse into a heap of worn bones.

But fortunately, the situation has improved now. After thousands of years of mining in the dark rock, there are not many dimensional stones left. The slaves don't have to worry about standing up after death!

Fueled by its mineral wealth, Hagrid Graves prospered so much that the city even threatened to surpass Naggarond in army and influence.The city's drutches are so eager to escape their abyssal home that the mandatory conscription in other cities is entirely unnecessary here.

In fact, Hagrid Graves has earned a military reputation over the last few millennia, and the city's mercenaries, forever hungry for profit, have begun sending warriors to serve in other parts of Naggaroth, borrowing This opportunity to infiltrate spies.

Hagrid Graves is so rich in troops, slaves, and money that if the city's eight houses really united, they could even overthrow the Witch King.

Malekith was aware of this, and spared no effort to use various political methods to make Hagrid Grave's dignitaries gnash their teeth and fight each other, and their forces could not be twisted together.He hardly needed to bother; intrigue, stumbling, and treachery were commonplace among the powerful when faced with so much wealth.

"So do you have any good ideas now?" Malekith asked after a long while.

Dacius knew that Malekith was testing him, he knew the script, but he couldn't spoil it, and his method didn't seem to be so perfect, it was even a bit rough, so rough that the Druccis couldn't look straight at.

"The device is ready, and I can't wait to experiment with Hagrid Grave." Dacius thought of a nonsensical reason, and started laughing at the end.

Malekith also started laughing when he heard that.

"Then what do I need? My dear Dacius." Malekith asked jokingly after laughing, looking at Dacius with orange eyes.

"Hand of the Witch King?" Dacius cautiously probed after knowing that the main event was coming.

"Okay! No problem, it's time to formalize the title of 'Hand of the Witch King', Dacius, starting today, I will make you the 'Chief Executive Officer of Drucci' instead of me in charge of the entire Nagaros Business, and if you go to Hagrid Graves, do you need an iron warrant?" Malekith said without thinking.

"Your Majesty, this, this?" Dacius was shocked and stuttered.He called it a good guy in his heart, and the Hand of the Witch King was just a title like a champion, with only social status.Moreover, the chief executive officer of Drucci is a position, and the political power and status in Drutch is greater than that of Nightwatch and Valajal, which is equivalent to the existence of the second in command.Of course, the two near-immortal beings, Moras and Hollyben, should not bird him or not bird him.

"Yes, my lieutenant, you are now the Chief Consul of Drucci, just like I once made Alandrian the prince of Nagaryth and the ruler of Azor Talarion." Mare Keith laughed out loud looking at Dacius' expression, and continued, "I originally planned to wait a few more days before announcing this, but your proposal forced me to tell you in advance."

After saying that, Malekith stood up and patted Dacius on the shoulder.

"You will be my agent. Your talents lie in domestic affairs and diplomacy. Use your own way, the way of Nagareth to rule here, and do your best to let us rule Ulthuan!"

An empty wine glass appeared out of thin air in Malekith's hand after speaking, and a wine glass full of liquid also appeared in Dacius' hand.

"Greetings to you, Chief Executive Drucci!"

"King's Landing Ulthuan!" Dacius hadn't recovered from the shock, drank the liquid in his mouth in a daze, and then said.

"I thought, this is too fast."

　It's Calvin, it's hard to write next, and there are many things to do about moving

　　
　
(End of this chapter)