Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 215 65. Slaanesh Buster
"I say fate~" Dacius sang with a lot of emotion as he sat by the window with Drusala in his arms and looked at the collapsing minaret in the distance, but he stopped abruptly after singing only one sentence, because he Will sing this one!
Drusala looked at Daxus with a puzzled expression as she uttered words she didn't understand. She was sure that the language didn't belong to any language she knew.

"Are you a prophet?" Dacius asked.

"No, I don't have the talent of a prophet." Drusala shook her head and said, then put her head in Dacius' arms.

"It's not the best." Dacius thought of Marus' mother Eldir, the origin of all tragedies. In the scripts he knew, she was a sorceress and also a prophet. In order to confirm her prophecy, It created the beginning of Marus's life of loneliness, suffering and pain. Of course, this "misery" was viewed by him with the moral concept of his previous life.

From Dacus's point of view, Eldir, the prophet's showmanship, is a player with the same style as Lilith, or are all prophets like this?After getting a prophecy, you have to find ways to confirm it and keep modifying it. What's the result?Either way, it usually ends in tragedy.From his point of view, the whole process was a tightrope walk, and he rushed to the street when he was disturbed. He didn't do anything at all, nothing more than make a fake soul dagger, and then go. . .

Therefore, Marus and Nagalia can let them go and embrace their respective destiny, but Eldir Baler, the prophet, must die!
Molaige Hege is better, this "prophecy weaver" and "soul keeper" can see everything, and can interpret the secrets of the future through astrology.Dacius, a person who is not destined by fate, has become her godly choice, but she has never interfered or inspired Dacius. Instead, she has continued to add weight to Dacius and do what she can. This group of God's Chosen is perhaps the best proof.

"People's hearts, changes, intrigues, desires, rights, calculations, ambitions, destiny, all the prophecies come true and damned prophecies, isn't it all alive?" Going to the north to meet Zakan, patricide and tortured Maru In Dacius's eyes, these things to confirm the prophecy are full of irony and ridiculousness, especially in this battle full of conspiracy and doomed failure, Marus and those Drucci seem so absurd and absurd. Pale and feeble, the more you try to turn the tide, the more you try your best, the more you will be reduced to a poor victim like a joke in front of these nouns.

And Marus is just a microcosm of Durucci society, a portrayal, a symbol, a symbol, just a very typical representative.No matter his name is Marus, Donkey Russ, Mule Russ or Horus, they can't change this huge vortex that rotates all the time.

If the angle is raised higher, is this sad world not the Colosseum of the Four Gods and the Gods?

"I don't know if the son spoiled by Burroughs ran back to the Nagor? For fate! Bless him!" Dacius suddenly muttered inexplicably looking at the burning fire in the city and another fallen minaret said a word.

"Furlan? It's just a poor guy who has been fooled. He doesn't deserve your pity." Drusala couldn't help but sigh with emotion when she heard Dacius' words.

"Barrus Baler, Furlan Baler, Erdir Baler, Lunara, Lehan and his retinue, and Lehan's children, Bruglier, Iswar, Yasmil, Nagalia, Ulay, Marus, Draka, and the dignitaries of the eight families, tsk tsk." Dakuus couldn't help but sighed, and he suddenly thought again, "Did this change when Malekith ordered it in the first place? Is the ending destined? Is this also fate?"

"Drusala, do you think I'm Drucci?" Dakuus asked suddenly. Although he was born as Drucci, he has always advertised himself as a descendant of Nagaris. He has never been to traditional entertainment such as the House of Flesh and the Casino, and he will only attend those arenas and the Colosseum when necessary.

Moreover, the family of origin has Anna Sara, a southern Italian mother. While Dacius is influencing Durucci around him, these Durucci around him are also influencing him.Although he lives in the Drucci society, his origin and ancestral gifts make him feel that he is a non-mainstream Drutch, which seems so nondescript, and what he has experienced cannot represent the typical tradition of Malus. strange.

"Strictly speaking, it doesn't count! I can't feel the qualities that Drucci should have by your side, and you have the kindness that Drucci doesn't have." Drusala raised her head and looked at Darucci seriously. After a while, Keus said thoughtfully.

"Merciful? Hahaha. It's getting late, let's rest. I have to deal with Isvar tomorrow." Dakuus said with a smile, change?He doesn't want to, he thinks it's good as it is now, as a post-90s Du Luqi is not mainstream, it must be non-mainstream.

(I didn’t want to write this paragraph at first, but it seems... let’s talk about it, this big chapter is about Drucci, the trajectory of Marus, the protagonist’s experience in Hagrid, people’s hearts, changes, etc. It’s all corresponding, and all the elements are complete. It doesn’t matter whether Marus is Marus or not, he is just a symbol, a symbol, and a embodied embodiment. Writing about fighting is not to express how brave he is, but how sad he is .But people don’t seem to like to watch it? It’s still something you like to see. And some things can’t be written on the protagonist, but that’s how Duluqi is. Few readers like to read bitter hatred of the protagonist, and this is an online article! Be cool! But it doesn't seem to be very cool. Spread your hands)——
The conquerors had returned victorious, and the banners of dozens of Drutch magnates were hoisted in the courtyard of Nightward Keep.Pens filled with captive slaves filled dilapidated streets, squares and courtyards.

Dacius sat on the throne that once belonged to Draka Nightward and looked down at the nobles with different expressions below him. His face was strangely pale at this moment, and he looked extremely weak.He was surrounded by retinues and sorceresses. These Duruccis who had been arguing all night were very excited at this time, except that Malanul was not there. The reason for his absence was simple, because he was injured. As the Doc, he was stabbed by the Nagol's assassins.

Dacius stood up weakly from his throne and gestured to welcome Isvar.

The murmur of conversation among the dignitaries died away immediately, and despite their losses in last night's disaster, they smiled at Isvar.Although they still don't agree, they also know that at least for now they have nothing to do with Isvar.

Iswar, who had returned from victory, had reached the peak of his prestige at this time, and he bowed respectfully, accepting Dacius' approval.On his swollen face, there was a faintly smug smile, which seemed to be declaring.

"Why do I feel a little less than the banquet last night?" Dacius said slowly after looking around the hall.

"Hand of the Witch King, the spire of our family collapsed last night, and my father was buried in the ruins." As soon as Dacius finished speaking, a dignitary walked out of the crowd and knelt on the ground. Said on the ground.

"I feel sorry for what happened to your father. After all, I had a good talk with him the night before last." Dacius raised his eyebrows and looked at the rich man who was telling the story. He knew that this was one of the eight nobles. I don't know why he heard a hint of excitement in the words of this powerful man?He then said a very official polite remark. He didn't even know who the father of this powerful man was, but it didn't prevent him from speaking out hypocritically.

Afterwards, several dignitaries came out and knelt on the ground to explain to Dacius the disaster that the family had encountered last night. He only expressed comfort and encouragement, but he didn't say much.

After a while, no dignitaries came out, and they also knew that the ceremony in which Draka's Night Superintendent was not in and personally presided over by the Hand of the Witch King was not prepared for them.

"Everyone should listen to the words of His Majesty the Witch King. Isvar has successfully returned from the blood feud between Hagrid Grave and the Nagol. All traces of our dislike have been erased, and he He is the warrior chosen by His Majesty the Witch King, and when he speaks, it represents the voice of His Majesty the Witch King, and everyone must obey! Let's all cheer for him now!" Dacius roared weakly.

The dignitaries present cheered amid applause, because this was the will of the Witch King's Hand, and it was also the will of His Majesty the Witch King.Dacius tapped his chest weakly with his fist, and the dignitaries followed his action.

The female Duruccis looked at Iswar with a smile, while the male Duruccis were full of intrigue and jealousy.

Iswar smiled proudly, because he was worthy of acceptance, which marked His Majesty the Witch King's fleeting recognition of himself.He knew how much Sovereign Malekith's favor was worth.And now, he might as well enjoy it first.

"Now I would like to announce to everyone that our night watchman of Hagrid Grave was attacked by the assassins of the Nagol in the chaos last night, and he is now dying. The toxins spread in his body, and it may not be long before he dies. Guess Hayai's arms, and my brother and I were also attacked!"

As soon as this remark came out, the dignitaries present were in an uproar, and they began to discuss. In their opinion, it might not be long before Isvard ascended the throne of Hagrid Grave Nightwatch. At the same time, they also realized that the Nagol Doing so sparked an even greater blood feud, after all, the Assassins had stabbed the Witch-King's Hand and the sons of the Hellborne family of Krakrond.

Dacius stood there. After a long time, when the discussion had subsided, he took out Malus's bloody Hadrica from his bosom and held it up.

Iswar looked at Hadrica with the emblem of the Fallen Blade family in surprise, but he quickly hid his expression again.The dignitaries present followed Hadrika's eyes and looked at the past, and they also saw the emblem on Hadrika.

"The assassin of the Nagor is none other than Marus!" Dacus threw Hadrica in front of Isvar directly, and then said coldly.

This time there were still uproars and discussions, but not as big as before. After all, it doesn’t matter who the assassin is to the rich and powerful. Plus the Hellborne family and the blood feud between Krakalund and Nagor, what does this have to do with them?
These dignitaries can guess what the Nagor and Burroughs will face next. No Drucci city will accept and provide supplies. Lurach chief executive, now he's hurt, which is breaking yet another Drutch law.They knew that the Nagor was over, but it had nothing to do with them, and the Nagor was not their turn, so they might as well care about the soon-to-be-vacated Valajal position.

"Hand of the Witch King, I will definitely present that trashy head of Marus in front of you!" Iswar knelt on the ground and began to make a statement. He wanted to let the head of the Witch King hand sanctioned his ascension to the Nightward throne.

"Last night's disaster has been investigated clearly. Nagalia, as a wanted cult follower, sneaked into Hagrid Grave last night in order to retaliate and caused this terrible disaster. Unfortunately, in the arrest During the arrest, Nagalia teleported away with Marus, but the bodies of other cult worshipers stayed behind."

The dignitaries present began to digest the news provided by Dacius’s words. They all knew about the Nagalia cult sect. A while ago, there was a lot of trouble in Hagrid Graves, and even the temple of Kane The executioners are all out.

"I want to carry out the corpses of those cult worshipers, Iswar, can you help me identify them?" Dacius sat back on the throne and said, his tone full of understatement.

"Hand of the Witch King, I don't understand what this is..." Iswar's face became serious. This was an accusation. It seemed that the Hand of the Witch King already knew something, and he tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart. Feeling a sense of panic, he began to answer calmly.

"Iswar! While you are Haig Grave Valahal, you are also the leader of Hagrid Grave's cult. You don't know what that means?!" Before Iswar could finish speaking, Da Keus interrupted Isvar's sophistry directly and harshly.

"This is a severe accusation. Even if you are the Hand of the Witch King, you can't accuse me without evidence! This is dirty..." Iswar hurriedly discerned.

At this time, the dignitaries present looked at Iswar's eyes again, like a wild beast saw a piece of fat and delicious meat, full of greed and desire, but also hatred, they had heard some rumors before, lurking in the sea G Grave's cult leader is not Najalia, but someone else.Moreover, the commotion last night was too loud, and every family suffered a huge loss.

"That's enough! Iswar don't think about quibbling, as long as you do it, you will have evidence! Do you need me to show the evidence now? His Majesty the Witch King will not tolerate a cultist as his Valahal, and you still The leader of the cult! You have violated the law! Do you know the fate of deceiving His Majesty the Witch King?" Dacus interrupted Isvar's sophistry sharply again.

Cold sweat was already breaking out on Iswar's forehead. He knew how much Sovereign Malekith's favor was worth.But he didn't expect it to come so soon, he hasn't enjoyed it yet, it's only been a few minutes?

Dorian, who was standing behind Dacius, was on guard, waiting for the moment when he drew his sword and rushed out.

But Dorian had a strange change in his heart. He saw the shadow of His Majesty the Witch King in Dacius.His father had mentioned to him once that His Majesty the Witch King would punish him for indiscretions that should have long been forgotten.His father knew many dreadlords who had been summoned before His Majesty the Witch-King, hoping to be promoted and rewarded, only to be told by His Majesty about their small faults centuries ago, and that they were treasonous Propensity.

How similar are these situations?Dorian was a little terrified. While serving as Dacius' adjutant, he was also watching Dacius' changes and metamorphosis. He didn't know if the path he chose was right, or was there no way ahead at all?
"I... I am!" Iswar had to make his final excuse.

"It's a pity! It seems that you didn't listen to me, your ears are deaf? Normally, your senses should be amplified, it shouldn't be. When I saw you, I smelled a horrible smell on my body A disgusting smell, a damned musky smell! I am not just the Hand of the Witch King, the Chief Consul of Drucci! I am God's Chosen! I have exiled countless Chaos Demons, you have nowhere to hide from me, if I You, I will start praying to Him now, after all, I am in front of you. Maybe there will also be a portal in front of you? Instead of talking about useless nonsense here!" Dacius yelled angrily , he has been fully immersed in his emotions and entered the performance state of selflessness, and he suddenly added, "What are you waiting for?"

The dignitaries present are still in shock. Things have changed too fast. Isn't this a reward ceremony?How did it become like this within a few minutes?After reacting, they immediately pulled out the weapons in the scabbard and began to pounce on Iswar.

Iswar was no longer hiding at this time, he looked at Dacius viciously, his figure began to change and gradually turned into a demon of Slaanesh, his blue skin turned black and purple, his tongue was elongated, and his hands Pincerization.

Unfortunately, before Iswar finished his transformation, the dignitaries rushed at him and swung their long swords at his beautiful and ugly body. Before he could scream, more swords slashed at him .

"What the hell is this? Desire?! Or that beast? Garbage!" Dacius was still sitting on the throne carelessly, watching the scene below. Being dismembered by random blades was still miserable, and he didn't even utter a scream.He didn't even see Isvar's final form clearly, and the four Reaper Ballistas pushed out from the side corridor were of no use and were pushed back.

Dacius was punished once by Slaanesh when he was in the forest farm. The Keeper of Secrets was a supermodel, which taught him a lesson. Since then, he has rarely fought unprepared battles. Every time, he had to make detailed arrangements and make complete preparations, but Iswar was not good at it. He thought that as the leader, he should not become a four-armed monster or something?Then fight hard.He suddenly thought of the extinct Heart Eater family in Karakarond. When Mangil's sister was killed by him, she seemed to be a Slaanesh fanatic?
"It doesn't matter, anyway, it's not the deity coming, just do whatever you encounter." During this short period of time, Dacius thought about it again, how high or low in the game should he be given the title of the entire Slaanesh nemesis?

Soon, order was restored in the hall, and the dignitaries stood back to their original positions, looking at Dacius silently and longingly. They knew that the big one was coming, and the seat of Valahal was now vacant. Yes, maybe the position of the night watchman will be vacant in the near future, maybe it won't be long, maybe even tonight?
"Let's congratulate Iswar!" Dacius stood up and said, beating his chest with his fist at the same time, "Congratulations to Iswar for breaking the shortest record as Valajar. Hold that record."

The dignitaries once again followed Dacius' actions, and the hall was filled with playful laughter and boos.

"Any Drucci who tastes the forbidden fruit must die! This is the law!" After a while, Dacius stretched out his hand to signal silence, and he shouted.

"law!"

"law!"

The dignitaries cooperated with Dacius' performance, but they were already impatient.

At this time, Iswar's broken body had been cleaned up by the slaves.

"Who will inherit the position of Valajar after Isvar's death?" Dacus asked coldly, staring at the dignitaries present, and then he asked himself, "Ulay? Or Malus? "

The dignitaries present burst into laughter again. They knew that the Hand of the Witch King was joking. There was no one in Rohan's family except Ulay and Malus. Of course, Nagalia barely counted.Ulay is a priest of Kane, belonging to religion, and has no right to intervene in the secular world, unless he gives up his position as a priest, but this is obviously overthinking.Malus?Forget it, unless His Majesty the Witch King orders Marus to be pardoned, and Marus is named as the leader.

"Nagaros has no weaklings! But this city needs to be rebuilt and ordered! This requires a large number of slaves and craftsmen, and this is your ticket! Fare evasion is not a good behavior!" Dacius declared decisively .

The dignitaries present understood what Dacius meant. If they wanted to compete for the position of Valajar, they had to show something first, otherwise they would not even be eligible.

"It will start at dawn tomorrow! Don't wait after the deadline, you know I'm very busy." Dacius added another sentence, which is equivalent to an order to evict guests.

The dignitaries present began to salute Dacius, and then exited the hall impatiently and guarded against each other, and came to the courtyard under the banner to be protected by the subordinates. They knew that the battle had already begun, and Dacius' entry The field conditions turned the allies who had not been strong in the past into enemies, especially when it was unknown when Draka Night Dude would die.

"I guess there's going to be multiple midnight plots tonight? But what does that have to do with me? Continue my industrial stereotype."

(End of this chapter)