Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 207 57. Highlighting an Outrageous

The forward army of the Nagol was led by Malus, equipped with a large number of Cold One knights and a small number of dark riders. With the help of the Shadow of the Rock Clan, they found the forward Hagrid Grave who had rushed to the beach and crossed the south in advance. army.

Immediately, Marus decided to intercept Hagrid Grave's vanguard in a small open space in the woods.

It went well at first.

The cavalry waiting for the ambush let out low cheers when they heard the heavy footsteps on the road. They knew that Hagrid Grave's troops had arrived, and Malus also grinned mercilessly.

Soon the team launched a charge.

At a distance of 150 meters, Marus saw a group of Hagrid Grave's cavalry stand out from the formation and began to trot towards Marus's team.

The knight led by Hagrid Graves was a tall and powerful man, clad in ornate black steel armor and flowing sea dragon hide cloak.Marus thought it was likely to be the commander of the cavalry, or even the commander of the vanguard army. He clenched his sword tightly and took the dignitary as his first target.

At a distance of 100 meters, Marus could clearly see the facial features of the nobles on the opposite side.He looks familiar, seems to be one of his father's former followers?

When the distance was 50 meters, the expression on the dignitary's face changed from a triumphant viciousness to a dazed shock, his eyes met with Marus's, and he suddenly recognized Marus in front of him, and he uttered A scream of surprise and anger.

"Killing time!" Malus responded with a bloodthirsty laugh, holding his sword aloft, its blade reflecting the fading light.He shouted loudly, and the cavalry behind him answered the call, roaring loudly.

The cavalry from both sides collided and fought together, and Marus also beheaded the powerful man in the chaotic battle.

Soon the battle became anxious. This is how the Duluqi civil war is. It is all practiced by one master, one system, and one drill. Without a female sorcerer, usually no one can break other's moves, and no one can do anything to each other. Can only come to cut hard.

After cutting each other for a long time, both sides began to retreat after suffering heavy losses, and both sides believed that they had won this small-scale confrontation.

After the battle, the liaison officer of Marus returned from the rear to convey Ferland's order. The order mentioned that Ferland had decided to camp in place and asked Marus to retreat with the vanguard, preparing to attack the enemy at dawn. Attack.

"Attack at dawn? Is he crazy? Did you tell him the enemy army is crossing the Blackwater Ferry? We can force our way across and kill them easily! By dawn they will be in a good defensive position ! Right here, most likely! And ready to wait for us." Malus couldn't believe what he had just heard, and at the end began to growl loudly.

"I explained the situation as clearly as possible, but he said that these people need rest and time to prepare. He, he said he needed time to think about his strategy." The young liaison officer said, looking at Marus with a painful expression.

"It's time to drink another barrel of wine!" Malus complained, and for a moment, he wanted to ignore Ferlan's order very much.Marching on the ford with troops, but knowing nothing of the size and disposition of the enemy, he found himself easily outnumbered.He couldn't stay put either, the enemy could be here in the next few hours.He gritted his teeth in frustration, the damn bastard left him no choice.

"retreat!"
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Draka, the ruler of Hagrid Graves, was not wearing his proud armor at this time, but in his silk robes of service clothes.His long black hair was tied back in a delicate gold hoop and fell over his shoulders.Although he was nearly six hundred years old, his face was still thin and boyish, and his small eyes shone like shards of onyx under his imposing brows.He and the dead Lehan were distant cousins, and both had inherited their ancestors' sharp aristocratic noses and defiantly pointed chins.

It is said that among Hagrid Grave's many powerful families, Lehan fought more battles than there were hairs on his head, but Draka killed many more people than Lehan.For him, bleeding was as natural and necessary as breathing.

At this time, the majestic and childish ruler was sitting in front of Dacius, and Maranul was standing behind Dacius.

The Night Warden and the chief consul's retinue waited outside the meeting room.

Dacius leaned on the back of the chair with his hands in his arms, and looked at Draka with indifferent eyes in silence for a long time, as if he was looking at a dying person.

Draka looked at Dacius with faint anger. It has been a long time since any Drucci dared to look at him like that. If Dacius didn't have the status of chief executive officer, he would have given Dacius the whole Good fruit to eat, but he quickly suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Excuse me, dear Chief Executive Officer, what is your purpose for coming to Hagrid Grave this time?"

"Prepare for Ulthuan in King's Landing." After a long time, when Draka became impatient, Dacius said slowly.

"Can you be more specific?"

"I've made it very clear! Don't you understand?"

"Excuse me, am I in your plan?" Draka couldn't control his emotions, and his hands on his thighs were clenched into fists.

"I have multiple plans, so if you don't want to die, you'd better find a way to convince me as soon as possible." Dacus, who was sitting opposite, heard the sound of bones when Draka squeezed his fist, and he sneered After a sound, he said viciously.

"You!" Draka couldn't control himself this time, he stood up directly from the table, and pointed at Dacius.

"Sorry, I want to interrupt your anger first. First of all, you are talking to Dacius, the Hand of the Witch King, not to Dacius, a child of the Hellscourge family in Karakarond. Of course you can say Order, let the family guards in the dark room rush out, and then tell the public that the assassin of the Nagor assassinated me." Dacius looked up at Draka, and spread his hands in a flat tone.

Draka immediately regained his composure, sat down again, stared at Dacius and began to think.

Dacius unhurriedly took out his pipe from his pocket, got up and pulled the candlestick over to light the tobacco.He didn't care about Draka's life or death at all. Although Draka was Hagrid Grave's night watchman and a high-ranking existence in Drucci society, so what?He's still the Hand of the Witch King.

"Remind you, my schedule is very standard." After a long time, the tobacco in the pipe had been burnt out, and Dacius took out the pocket watch on his belt to check the time and said slowly.

"I don't understand why you would do that!"

"You are wasting time, I have already said it, and I will repeat it for the last time, for King's Landing Ulthuan!"

"I believe my army will win, there is no need for mediation! What do you want? Wealth? Slaves? Armor? Weapons? I have them all! I can give you as much as you want!"

Dacius put his left hand on his forehead and rubbed his temple vigorously. He felt that this conversation tonight was a waste of time. This Draka is not up to the mark at all. Could it be that he is too harsh?He suddenly understood that this was an old-fashioned feudal lord, maybe Draka's thinking was not wrong?

"Let's change the subject first. You know the law. Any Drucci who tastes the forbidden fruit of Slaanesh must die!" Dacius said uncertainly.

"You mean Iswar?"

"Are you also a follower of Slaanesh?" Dacius showed his meanness and bitterness to the fullest.

Draka's fist clenched again.

In Durucci's society, the big fish eat the small fish, and the small fish eat dried shrimps.Draka is now passive in front of Dacius, it is because Dacius is higher than him and can suppress him, and he treats his subjects no better than Dacius treats him now.

"Despite the secrecy with which Iswar did it, I still have his evidence."

"May I ask, how is your relationship with those eight powerful families?"

"It's not good, I've been suppressing them, but after this war..."

"Then this Valajar needs to be replaced even more, maybe the night watchman also needs to be replaced?" Dacius didn't say this to Draka, but turned to look at Maranul and said.

Maranul didn't say anything, but nodded in agreement. He knew that he had no part to speak here, and he could only participate in this meeting because he was Dacius' elder brother.

"Hand of the Witch King, please give me a chance. I assure you now that my service will satisfy you." Draka knew that Dacius was not threatening him, but was expounding a fact that made The bloodshed and death of Nightwatch and Valajar would incur the blood feud of Malekith and even the entire Drucci society, but Malekith is not within this scope, and now add a Hand of the Witch King.

"A digression, Draka Night Governor, do your subjects fear you? Or do they love you?" Dacius nodded. He felt that Draka would be a little wiser. It cannot be operated. Anyway, if Draka is dead, Hagrid Grave’s Night Watchman will not be his superior, and he does not want to accept his fate. After all, he is only the Hand of the Witch King, so Draka will continue to stay. Not bad in his position.

"Fear!" Draka replied without thinking.

"What if you deprive the rich and powerful of their property at will?"

"Hate!"

"Then how do you get rid of hatred?"

"Kill them all! This way the hatred will disappear!" Draka said firmly, with viciousness and viciousness in his eyes.

"My dear Draka Nightward, it's time to rest. Wealth! Slaves! Armor! Weapons! Power! I have them all! I can give you more than you can imagine! You can ask! As long as you can provide better service to His Majesty the Witch King!" Dacius said as he got up and walked over, patted Draka on the hard shoulder, lay down next to Draka's ear and shook the two behind him. Said the words in a low voice, and then walked towards the door.

The servants who were waiting at the door surrounded them and escorted the Dacius brothers back to rest.

Draka's retainers continued to wait outside the door. Draka, who was still in the room, couldn't control it anymore. He hadn't felt that the Mother of Night was so close to him for a long time.He clenched his hands into fists and slammed them on the table, causing the candlesticks on the table to fall to one side due to tremors. He ignored the crooked candlesticks, but walked out of the room quickly. He wanted to vent his anger!
Another unlucky guy is going to be unlucky tonight, but it has nothing to do with Dacius, he has already returned to his residence.

"My brother, how did I behave just now?"

"It opened my eyes!" Maranul gestured with his hands exaggeratedly when he said it, he paused, then shook his head in frustration and said, "I have been thinking just now, if I were Draka Ye Can I handle it better?"

"Let's rest, my brother. I may have said too much just now. My head hurts now." Dacius felt his head really hurt, and he left soon.

And Maranul was still stuck in place, staring blankly at Dacius' back, not knowing what he was thinking about.
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The next day, Hagrid Grave's army appeared, and they had all crossed the Blackwater Ferry before dawn. The footsteps of more than 1 infantry and giant beasts made the ground tremble. Arranged neatly, the cavalry kept pushing back the small group of scouts on the Nagor, who were waiting for the battle that was about to break out.

Dacius led a mighty team to start field investigations in Hagrid Graves. There is no sunshine in this ghostly place, and there is still mist and thick smoke that can't go away. There is nothing to visit, but There is a different kind of beauty.

Of course, this beauty refers to the beauty after Hagrid Grave experienced a small destruction and reconstruction in a few days and lost a lot of dignitaries.Smelting iron and steel is too important, so important that it cannot be mastered by those rich and powerful. This will further enhance the strength of those powerful and powerful. Good fruit to taste.

Dacius first went to the workshop belonging to the Nightward family. There was no other reason than that it was close. As for the dark rock, he was not interested for the time being, and he would talk about it after it was destroyed.

The main place for making black steel armor and weapons in the Drutch Society workshops usually consisted of a fixed building with a number of outdoor areas, including firepits for burning wood and making charcoal, and for heating metal and Forged cauldron and hammer.

In the workshop, iron ore is heated until it reaches a sufficient temperature and then forged with hammers or other tools to shape it into the desired shape and size.

Very primitive, primitive to water or wind-driven machines, such as windmills, waterwheels and milling machines, etc., Dacius didn’t see any of them, he only saw the black Drucci slave overseers, blacksmiths, old world The labor dispatch is constantly busy, and of course there are sporadic Drucci sorceresses and dwarven slaves.

Dacius didn't go in, it was too hot inside, and the bustling crowd was bare-chested. He stood at a relatively high place and looked inside. The sound of whipping by the supervisor Qi, or the screams of improper operation when molten iron splashed on the flesh.

"Where does the wood come from?" Dacius looked down at the butler and asked.

"My lord, it is usually harvested nearby or bought from Krakalund."

"My Vaal! This technology is too trendy, and black steel can be produced without even coking! There are no refractory bricks, heat storage chambers, coking, blasting, ore washing, ore dressing, refining, and reverberatory furnaces at all. How do you play this?" Dacius muttered in a low voice, he found that he was really looking for something for himself when he had nothing to do, and this was considered the best workshop of Hagrid Graves, but there was no coking in the end.There is not enough talent system and industrial base, what a mess, and this is just steelmaking, not counting the beneficiation in the front, and there is steel processing waiting for him in the back.

Dacius' original plan was for the entire large-scale steel plant, the kind of integrated scale, covering an area of ​​hundreds of square kilometers. Of course, that was just thinking, limited to thinking.He knew that it was not realistic at all, and it was even more useless to combine Hagrid Grave's terrain with some weird existences.

Maybe it's because Dacius is not green enough, but he can't figure it out. He thinks the Blackstone Foundry, Steel Pier and Dreadrail train in Draenor next door are very waaagh!But it doesn't matter, he quickly adjusted his mentality. He has time and a bunch of talents who are not related to these things. The important thing is that this world is not only about physics and chemistry, but also magic and idealism!

Dacius jumped down cautiously from a high place, and continued to turn around in the workshop against the high temperature, looking left and right, and he was almost wearing a red helmet.Sometimes I stand there all the time, staring at a certain position.

(End of this chapter)