Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 203 53. Edresser Big Stage

The pain came from his leg, and Marus groaned unconsciously.

Black, dried blood covered the entire left side of his armor, from shoulder to knee.He looked up at the leaden sky, trying to judge the position of the sun in the spring rain.It felt like it was afternoon, but he wasn't sure.

"Zakhan, help me! Even if the soul dagger is fake, I found it according to your request! Why do you want to blame me?" Marus said through gritted teeth.

Zhakan didn't answer, as if the entire Chaos Demon had closed himself after learning that the soul dagger was fake.

Malus cursed in pain that during this short but long flight he would call Zarkhan's name, calling Zarkhan again and again, but Zachan never answered him.He cursed Zakhan, calling him a coward and a weakling.

"Am I drawing too much from the demon's power?" There were a few fleeting moments when Malus wished that Zakhan would disappear completely, unable to maintain control of his soul.But hopes were quickly dashed when he saw rings on his fingers and black veins squirming on the back of his hand.

Ultimately, Malus was forced to do the next best thing, taking out the vial and pouring a small amount of the toxin into each wound.The wound was numb for an instant, and he breathed a sigh of relief.Using Cold One mucus to heal wounds is fraught with risk due to infection, madness and death are so real every time he applies Cold One mucus to an open wound, but the benefits now outweigh the risks.If he doesn't act now, he's dead.

There is only one place Malus can go now, and that is the Black Ark Nagol. He knows that Nagol is staying in Krakalund, but he dare not go. Now not only his father's old department is chasing him, He also saw the Dark Rider of Krakalond while fleeing.He dared not go to Krakalund, where he had committed crimes, and more importantly, he had killed his father.All he can do is keep going, going in circles.And hoping that rot and infection don't gain the upper hand, he'll have to race not only against his hunters, but his own fading body as well.

Days passed, Malus didn't rest, Grudge strode forward tirelessly, Lehan's vengeful old men rode fast, so he only stopped for a few minutes at a time.He didn't know how many days passed, and sometimes he couldn't even tell whether it was day or night.His consciousness flickered in and out, delirious from blood loss and fatigue.He was drunk in the saddle, yelling curses at Zakhan on high frequency for hours, but Zakhan had abandoned him.

The rolling hills and plains glowed with strange colors in the moonlight, and the Black Ridge Mountains loomed to the west, cold and unforgiving.Malus stared at the irregular lines for hours, and then he turned his head to the east of the Sea of ​​Grudge, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Black Ark, hoping that the Nagor would appear before him.

Time has lost all meaning to Marus, his body is burning and trembling, and his thoughts are wandering.Dreams came and went, and at one point he found himself riding among a herd of Drucci, riding the Cold One across the frozen plains.He couldn't see the faces of the riders, but the voices echoed in his ears seemed eerily familiar, the riders laughing and cursing, laughing and betting with each other.

Malus tried to speak to them, but they ignored him as if he were a ghost riding among them.After a while, one of the riders leaned sideways, close enough for him to touch.A black light shone from the knight's armor, and he reached out to touch the knight with a trembling hand, and the knight turned to look at him.He saw Hadricar on the knight's chest, engraved with the crimson family crest of the Hydra wrapped around the Tower of Doom.

The eye slits of the knight's helmet shone with hatred.Malus flinched, fumbling for his sword while cursing.When he drew his weapon, the vision had vanished.

On the other side, Dacius's team set off in a mighty way. Instead of going south by boat, he walked along the coast of the Sea of ​​Resentment.

There are too many Duruccis and luggage, especially the pillar of the wind turbine is too long, but it doesn't matter, it's all an excuse!

The important thing is that Dacius doesn't like the dark environment of the underground sea. It takes about the same time to walk along the Sea of ​​Resentment and take a boat. The waterway in the underground sea is not a straight line.Looking at the leaden-gray scenery of Naggaroth all the way, it seems to him that walking around is good, and more importantly, he can stay in a certain place properly, and then enter Hagrid Gray at the right time Husband, as for Durucci's mercenaries and bandits?

Originally Dacius wanted to set up a new official to take office and expand the mint workshop of Naggarond into a large-scale mint. The problem is that there are not enough skilled craftsmen and slaves, and there is not so much gold now. He couldn't go to Gorond to ask Morass for it, but he had to wait until he came back from the Lustria continent.

The other was to issue orders to cities to expand the recruitment of animal trainers and sorceresses in a large area, but he quickly dismissed this idea.The time is too tight, there are also problems in coordination and communication, and financial support is also needed. If you do it rashly, it will easily cause you to stretch your hips and hit his little authority.

However, before leaving, Dacius told Dorian's father Hirssis the Lord of Fear, that spring is here, and it's time for the soldiers to go to the field for training.But don't forget to bring the sorceress with you when training, it is convenient to contact and report the progress of the glass factory and food factory, and it is best to go to the south for training.

"What's the matter?" Dacius asked, turning his head and looking at Celile, who was behaving strangely beside him.He was riding among a group of Drucci's followers, who were laughing and cursing, laughing at each other and making bets.

A son of the Scourge of Hell, Selyreh has been serving the Ebon Claws for two centuries since the voyage of Haksier's trial.

"My nephew, I saw a strange vision just now." After a long time, Celile shook his head and said thoughtfully.

"Oh?" Dacius became interested. He spread his outstretched right hand and motioned Celile to expand.Everything could happen in this world, he didn't think Celile would do anything to him, after all, there was no direct conflict of interest between the two of them, unless Celile was bowed down by the God of Chaos or some elf god.

"You seemed to have turned into another Drucci just now? The armor was covered with dried blood clots, as if it was a corpse left on the battlefield. There was a strange light shining in the eye slits of that Drucci helmet, The burning hatred could even be seen with the naked eye. He tried to reach out to touch me, but he flinched when he saw Hadrika on my chest, and the vision disappeared again as he fumbled for his sword. "

"My uncle, are you wearing the organ stone fragments I gave you?" Dacius asked after thinking for a while, shaking his head.

In the eyes of Dacius, Celile is an excellent fighter and instructor, with excellent commanding ability, and he believes in Edreze, the lord of blades.The strange thing is that Celile is best at not being a soul eater, but fighting with two jagged long swords, and his speed is extremely fast, and his agility is extremely agile.He is taciturn on weekdays, and when he was in Naggarond, he just followed Ren as an escort to follow and visit.

"I'm wearing it. I've been wearing it around my neck since you gave it to me. Now I won't take it off at any time. Thank you for your gift." Selilei kept patting his chest when he said that. chest.

"My uncle, don't break it." Dacius joked with a smile, and then asked with a serious expression, "Do you know how to train soldiers?"

"See what you want to cultivate?" Celile did not answer rashly, but asked after thinking for a long time.

Duckus glanced at the surrounding Duruccis, then raised his head at Flanais. These Duruccis quickly stopped playing and manipulated the Cold One to create a large enough space.

Dacius is no different from an ordinary army. To pull out an army is just a matter of saying a word and waving his hand.He thought about making an elite team, similar to the three guards of the three elites, Drucci's Naggarond Black Guard, Asur's Phoenix Guard and Aslai's Eternal Guard (the background is comparable to the first two , the wood spirits need to resist the line in the game, so), or Drucci’s Hal Ganxi Executioner and Azul’s Charis White Lion Guard, this kind of team can be used as a reserve team to go to harvest at critical moments , similar to Napoleon's old Praetorian Guards and so on and so on. . .These elites exist.

Heavy armor cans, the armor does not necessarily have to have spikes and partitions, but it must reveal the elegance composed of will and indifference, and it must be slightly resistant to magic.The weapon is without a doubt the Machete, a master weapon that may accentuate the beauty and balance unique to elves.Or dual-wield serrated long swords or Mercer knives, which can be wielded alone or combined to form another weapon, so as to improve one's own strength and play flexibly.

Every action is accompanied by an almost uncontrollable tendency to violence. Every moment, you must devote yourself to perfecting your skills and using your own weapons to slaughter as many enemies as possible. Their existence is a born warrior!

Dacius doesn't need these fighters to form a tight formation to resist the line, he only needs to go in to harvest at critical moments, or usually act as assassins and followers.And he must remain loyal to him. He must use a team composed of Drucci in Drucci society, and he can't go anywhere to bring Lustria's Umak personal guards.

It is necessary to replace distorted obsession with pure fighting will, indifference and calmness instead of infusion of hatred, so these fighters must not believe in Kane, but must believe in Edresser, the Lord of Blades!
Dacius looked at the scenery in the distance and thought about it. He suddenly became a little idealistic in this matter. He didn't want to engage in those dark and cruel things. What he wanted was sustainable development, and the most important thing was He didn't want the whole Jizhou mutiny after King's Landing in Ulthuan, where rabbits were killed and dogs were cooked, birds were killed and bows were hidden, bridges were crossed and bridges were demolished, and donkeys were unloaded and killed.No need, these fighters who only know how to fight are not dignitaries who need to be purged, provided of course that they do not participate in politics.

Looking at the sea of ​​resentment in the distance and the plundering ships scrambling to go out to sea, Dacius suddenly thought of something, maybe he can change the game?This team does not need to pledge allegiance to him?He can set up Edresser's war shrine, and then he can be a leader in the name of God's Chosen or something?Bargain with those potential employers and select the most valuable fighters from among the many promoted eager to learn the art of the kill.There is no need to limit Duluqi to be more wild, Azul and Aslai are both fine, as long as you believe in Edresser, you can come to this big stage!

The strong build up the school, the weak must be defeated, and the corpses are burnt up, dedicated to the huge statue of Edraze overlooking all of this!

The headquarter of the sect is first set up in the Kaochen Plain, and when the time comes, the soldiers will be sent to the untouched jungle to fight and hone. Maybe Dacius doesn't need to be the leader?At that time, these fighters who believed in Edraze would not be associated with Dacius, at least he didn't want to block the promotion path of these fighters, and studied stabbing him in the back every day.

These ideas were just thought of by Dacius looking at the leaden gray scenery of Naggaroth. It seems that sometimes it is good to go out for a walk, at least he can’t think of such a thing in the throne room. tune idea.

Dacus shared his thoughts with Flanais and Celile. After all, the three of them, Druzzi, were either Adrazer's god-chosen or believed in Adrazer, although Adrazer had never It had appeared in his dream.

Undoubtedly, Flanais and Celilei were stunned by Dacius' thoughts. They were dumbfounded and looked at each other not knowing what to say, but they also saw a hint of Dacius' ambition.

"My lord, do you want to fight against that...?" Finally, Flanes asked cautiously.

"Yeah, I want to integrate the power! There are also those killing sisters in the arena, they are also believers of the Lord of Blades, they are all our sisters!" Dacius didn't hide , but admitted it openly.He knew what Flanais didn't say later, he just wanted to deal with Kane the whole time.

Why do you have to believe in some god of murder?Is it because he is awesome?Blood plus buff?Can't the Lord of Blades replace him?Can't you change from a small god to a great god?A god who doesn't even have a dream and is still a chicken.Look at Lilith next door, a pure girl, she has been striving for her own new world in various ways, how wonderful, with goals of struggle and hard work.

Dacius believes that having a pure god of war as the main god is beneficial to the elves of the entire medieval world. At least the Lord of Blades does not have such things as the Kane Sword, and he will not deal with those who do like the Lord of Murder. Nothing.And it should be relatively martial arts, full of martial arts?It will not become sluggish and extravagant again because King's Landing Ulthuan or the ban on worshiping Kane after the unification of the three elites.

And Dacius needs some assassins who can do things for him, he doesn't want to go to those Kane assassins who believe in Kane, Shadow Blade?It may be hundreds of years before Shadow Blade was born, and Shadow Blade is loyal to Heliben and Kane behind Heliben.

"Don't worry about this matter first, you two think about it first, or communicate with the Lord of Blades?"

(End of this chapter)