Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 206 56. Boring political games

Old World, Athel Loren Forest.Lord Dais recovered from the downtime again, and slammed the hammer on the anvil fiercely, as if nothing had happened.

Drusala manipulated black magic to put Nasser down, and several quick-witted dignitaries jumped off Cold One and ran to his side to check.

"My lord, he suffered severe injuries. His eyes were crippled, his pupils were ruptured, and he was poisoned." Ren lifted Nasser's eyelids, and black blood was still flowing out from the injured eyeballs. , and soon he closed his eyelids and shook his head at Dacius and said.

Dacius nodded to indicate that he understood, then turned his head to look at Colonia, who nodded knowingly and walked over, took out the potion from his arms and poured it on Nasser's wound, and began to manipulate black magic to treat it .

Genevieve felt that Dacius was interested in the wounded man who fell from the sky, so she also walked over to help.

Nasser, who was in a coma, wailed in pain, but there was no sign of waking up, which may be due to the deep poisoning.

Dacius felt that this inexplicable Drucci who fell from the sky was a bit strange, and the timing and method were very strange.He suddenly thought of the abnormal behavior of Naika (the cold-eyed family pirate captain who followed the protagonist since the trial) when he was in the Lustria continent. Is this another good show that Qingbao Tianzun gave him?He didn't feel the power of fate in this Drucci, and he didn't remember that Hagrid Grave had such a number one person, but it was a bit strange, it seemed that there was some kind of strange connection between this Drucci and him .

Dacius no longer thought about it, but turned to look at the butler who knew nothing.

"My lord, he seems to be a blacksmith?" The butler gave a little force this time, but only a little.

"Blacksmith?" Dacius raised his eyebrows and muttered in a low voice. He felt even weirder, as if there was something in the dark.Does he need a blacksmith?need!Does he need a blacksmith?No need!What he needs now is a planner who can plan and build large factories, not a craftsman who can only wield a hammer.

Planners are rare talents. Dacius thought that the entire medieval world would have enough reliable ones. Drucci didn't count on them. Maybe he was lucky enough to be able to meet the huge number of dwarves in Hagrid Graves. One of the slaves was found. The question is, is there a steel factory in the world of dwarves?It doesn't seem to be in his mind.

Dacius thought about building a framework by himself first, but he couldn't find a way to find it among the chaotic dwarves. At the same time, he was also eager for a way for the chaotic dwarves to manage the green skins. Fighting or attacking patrols and supply teams is not the way, it's too wasteful.He even planned to send an army expedition to the dark land to meet those chaotic dwarves if he couldn't do it.

"Before the dinner starts, I need to know his background and what happened." Dacius said to the butler, and he decided to take this Drucci away first to see what happened.

The steward nodded respectfully, and said something to a servant of Drucci beside him, and then that servant left the team.

The team didn't stop much, but continued to set off. The half-dead Nasser was put on the cart pulling the wind turbine.

Dacus asked the butler to introduce the Nightwatch Castle that was like a living creature in the mist. This castle is completely different from the Nightwatch Castle in Krakalund. To put it bluntly, it is completely opposite.

Originally a relatively small castle with a single octagonal wall covering no more than two square kilometers, it had four defensive walls, each built around a new phase of expansion.A collection of fortified towers of spires, courtyards, and cul-de-sacs, the castle is surrounded by high walls inside and out, containing the dwellings of various Drudge lords and dames, but also the Witches' Abbey and the enclosures of the Cold One.

At the same time, because dwarven slaves are expensive and relatively scarce, it will take many years to carry out the necessary repairs and replenishments.As part of the castle fell into ruin, other parts were built on top of and around it, creating a mad maze of chaotic corridors, abandoned towers and brick courtyards.

According to the steward's description, no one fully understands the castle, not even him as the steward of Nightward Castle.New servants were often sent on errands inside the sprawling castle, and if they went missing, they were missing, never to be found.

Dacius and Maranul looked at each other and nodded to each other. They felt that the strange architectural style of this Nightwatch Castle just satisfied their fantasy adventure imagination when they were young. (Otherwise? That chapter talks about it)

Hagrid Grave straddles the narrow valley floor like a nautilus crouching on a dam.Broad streets, which contributed to the workshops that constituted the city's main source of wealth, radiated from the great Plaza of the Conqueror, which stretched to the foot of Nightdark Castle.

The Fallen Blade (Lehan's family) family and affiliated dignified buildings occupy a complete set of towers on the east side of Nightdark Castle, and occupy the three mountain entrances of the Eastern Great Workshop and the wide avenue that extends north to the Road Cave .Many of the towers were connected by narrow bridges, allowing dignitaries to enter and exit without bothering to make the long walk down through the castle's public floors and back up again.

But this is only a theory, in reality, the bigwigs of the Fallen Blade family walk the public floors, they regard the bridge as an inducement to murder, and carefully avoid the bridge.

These were all seen by Dacius standing above Nightwatch Castle with a telescope, and he handed the telescope to Maranul who was standing beside him.

"There are so many workshops here, they are all over the place." Malanur started to look with a telescope, and couldn't help sighing when he saw it.

Dacius shook his head. He felt that these workshops were simply adding water to excess noodles, and adding noodles to excess water. They could barely meet the black steel and weapon needs of the entire Durucci society. There was no potential for upgrading, let alone What kind of industrial revolution may break out.

"How big is the factory you envisioned?" Maranul asked in a normal tone.

"Infinity." Dacius said casually.

Maranul put down the binoculars and looked at Dacius with some surprise, Dacius nodded to him to confirm.He immediately curled his lips and shook his head, and handed the binoculars to Kewell beside him.

"My lord, maybe there is only one place that is suitable and can meet your needs." After looking at it for a while, Kewell pointed to a place and said.

Dacius doesn't worry too much about the choice of the factory site now. He knows that Hagrid Grave will usher in a destruction in the near future, so don't worry about choosing another one at that time. New destruction and new atmosphere, isn't it?

The topic of the dignitaries quickly changed from the factory site to the impending war. According to reliable sources, the commander of the Ark Nagol is that trash Ferlan.In Maranul's words, Ferlan is the spoiled son of Burroughs and the conqueror of Hagrid Graves, of course the latter is a joke.

What's even more outrageous than this is that Marus somehow became the commander of one of the troops on the Nagor, and according to unreliable information, there was a strange female Durucci beside Marus, who had never been The faceless female Drucci is most likely Malus's third sister, Nagalia, a Chaos believer who is wanted by Hagrid Grave.

In the end, the dignitaries of Du Luqi came to a conclusion that chickens peck at each other!

From Dacius's point of view, these idiots are wasting the few resources that Durucci has left, but it doesn't matter, King's Landing Ulthuan doesn't start tomorrow.Appropriate cut points are good for him. He came here to be a referee, and he doesn't need to roll up his sleeves to end the game. How can a referee end?He is not Chongzhen either, he just needs to wait quietly and bored.

While Dacus and the others were chatting, the blacksmith's information was also investigated, and the story was boring. It was nothing more than a story about a downcast family fighting against a rising family. The rising family had some kind of connection with one of the eight families.

Dacius lost interest in listening after listening for a while. He felt a bit boring and clichéd. Although he hadn't experienced it, he had already left this kind of lame fight.

In the evening, Draka Nightward held a grand welcome dinner for Dacius.

Dacius didn't want to go, he resisted.He didn't like to deal with this group of Duruccis, but due to his status, circumstances and interests, he still had to go.

The dignitaries of Hagrid Grave that Dacius saw in the Dark Council before all came, and some children of noble families were waiting in the courtyard. These children were not eligible to enter the main hall and could only accompany them in the courtyard. With the low-level retinue brought by the Dacius brothers and Dorian.

Dacius saw the old face Cladin Crooked Claw Lane (appeared in the chapter where dreams come true), but Cladin's sideways body suddenly turned his back to the hall after seeing him appearing. Dare to look at him.He remembered that Cladin promised him to return the property a thousand times within a hundred years, but he didn't go over there, and he didn't have the idea of ​​calling Cladin to ask. year, isn't it?

Cladin, who was among the crowd, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Dacius enter the Nightwatch hall from the corner of his eye.He was really afraid that Dacius would call him suddenly just now, maybe he was thinking too much, and Dacius might not remember him at all.He found that he had a different feeling after seeing Dacius now, not because of Dacius' identity.

In the same year, he went to the sea as an adult to practice. In the following eight years, Dacius became the Hand of the Witch King, and became an existence under one person and above ten thousand people in the Drucci society.However, Cradin fled back from the Lustria continent in disgrace. His previous investment, soldiers, and followers had all vanished into nothingness, disappearing into that strange mist.

Cladin felt a little jealous, but more confused, incomprehensible and eager. He didn't know where his future path was. He suddenly remembered that he had promised Dacius to serve him for 100 years or within a hundred years. Returning the property a thousand times, the question is, can Dacius see him now?
Dacius saw Isvar after entering the hall. The decent aristocratic robe could not hide Isvar's plump figure, and his skin showed a strange turquoise color. It is said that it was caused by years of taking strong spirits and mind-altering powder. become loose and swollen.His black hair was braided with dozens of small hooks and barbs, and his long, drooping beard hung like two slender tusks at the edge of his pointed chin.The long and slender fingers were covered with drops of old blood, and the nails were sharpened, pitch-black, and trembling all the time.Even with his hands behind his back, he could feel Isvar's fingers trembling and dancing like the legs of a cave spider.

Dacius thought of the artist whose hands were trembling uncontrollably in the movie "Destruction of the Empire". He suddenly couldn't help laughing, and then pointed Hexi's smile at Isvar. He had already dealt with a The leader of the Slaanesh sect in Krakalund, he doesn't mind dealing with Hagrid Grave's as well, as a contribution to Drucci society, maybe the Lord of Pleasure will like his gift.

It is said that at some point in the past, Isvar and his brother made some sort of agreement that his Brugril would harvest blood and money from beyond Naggaroth, and he would be in charge of the He invested in various cities of Fu and Nagaros, but all of them turned into smoke with the death of Bruglier.

Noisier than this, the tower of Iswar is said to be a mortuary, comparable to the Temple of Cairn in the rest of the city.He will be bathed in the blood of the tortured every day, and is said to be the leader of Hagrid Grave's Slaanesh sect, although the sect has now been destroyed and pointed the finger at him, but there is not enough evidence.He'd been getting away with it all along, and what was even more outrageous now was Hagrid Grave's Valahir, though Malekith didn't admit it.

Isvar didn't wear armor or even a sword. He didn't wear armor at the banquet for Dacius. They were all dressed in noble robes.He could understand without a sword. According to intelligence, Iswar often disdained to carry a sword in public.

Isvar walked over, and Dacius sincerely congratulated him on temporarily becoming Hegrid Grave's Valajal, and encouraged him a few words, as if he had been recognized by Malekith, he An ugly smile appeared on his swollen face.

After parting, Iswar's face returned to coldness and cruelty.And Dacius went to other places and began to chat. Although he didn't like these things, he still had to learn to get used to them gradually. Perhaps there would be more such banquets after King's Landing in Ulthuan?After all, his goal is to rule Ulthuan, not to chop up all Azul.

Dacius felt that this Isvar was not as simple as the intelligence said. Although his intuition was very accurate, the outline of the script somewhat disturbed his judgment. He only knew that the two sides had fought. As for who won first and then lost, He lost and won again, or who crushed whom, he couldn't remember clearly.

The banquet went on very harmoniously, full of laughter and laughter, as if Hagrid Grave had already won this blood feud.

Dacius knew that the armies of the eight powerful families had no intention of mobilizing, but chose to stand on the sidelines and use them as capital for the subsequent struggle for political interests.These dignitaries compliment him very much, and keep fawning on him, but he is not stupid enough to take it seriously. One thing on the surface and one thing behind the other is the normalization of Drucci society. The powerful may not approve of him, may dismiss him, or may want to use him, but it doesn't matter, after all, there is still a long way to go, and there is still fun waiting for him.

Draka Nightward just welcomed the arrival of Dacius. There is no weak person in Naggaroth. He didn't say any nonsense about mediation. He is not crazy enough. If he mediates, he cannot be here On such occasions, how can such a f*cking thing be made public? (Jiang Wen's lines)
While the banquet was proceeding in a friendly and cheerful atmosphere, Hagrid Grave and the Nagol's army had already exchanged fire.

(End of this chapter)