Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 236 86. Love and Hatred

"Julian mentioned his brother to me?" Marus said complicatedly in his heart. He felt the love for his son in Sirsis' words, which he had never experienced in his father Lehan. Yes, but in a way. . .

"That is my eldest son Dorian, my pride, and the hope of the family. He is now serving as a retinue under the command of the Witch King's Hand. You know the Witch King's Hand. My eldest son's future and achievements may be higher. For me. You should have seen it when you were in Hagrid Graves, after all, you attacked the Hand of the Witch King." Sirsis took out a water bag full of wine and handed it to Marus, while teasing said.

"I'll say it again! I didn't! I didn't attack the Witch King's Hand! This is a complete false accusation! And Dacius killed my mother!" Marus said angrily, his expression twisted.Sirsis had asked about this matter when he was arrested and returned to Naggarond, and now he mentioned this matter, which made him a little angry.

"Is this important? Who cares about your mother? Your father? Or your uncle? On the contrary, the entire Drucci of Naggaroth knows about you." Sirsis looked at the somewhat angry Marus gloomyly As he spoke, he paused and continued, "I'm going up to see what the enemy is doing, and check the situation along the city wall, and you should go too."

"I'm already down, why do I still have to go up with you?" Marus said with some resistance, but he still followed Sirsis's pace and walked up the city wall.

The Chaos Wave encamped in a wide area, covering the entire northeast of Grond.Hundreds of fireworks raised thin tendrils of smoke into the sky, and herds of horses mingled in the large corrals around the camp's circular perimeter.The dusty ground was restless, with dark figures moving about like a swarm of ravenous ants.

"Is there no end to the damn beast?" Marus looked at the camp opposite to the section of the city wall where he was standing in the light that had not yet completely darkened, shaking his head in awe and thinking.

If Malus stood on the far left of the wall and leaned far enough out, he could catch a glimpse of clusters of indigo tents through the rhomboid on the right.There was a strange twist in the air above and around the tent, similar to the hot air above the furnace, where Naggalia was.

"Are you worried that they will surround Gorond tonight?"

Sirsis instinctively glanced at the Durucci soldiers in the distance after hearing what Marus said, to make sure that the Durucci soldiers were out of hearing range.

"It would be great if that was the case. Our strength is abundant, and we will inflict heavy damage on the enemy through the city defense system. I am worried that the enemy mobilized at night to besiege the city wall in the southwest. The defense of the city wall is not as strong as that of Gorond. .”

Marus didn't say anything, but nodded in agreement.

"Usually each dreadlord only thinks of his own honor and reputation, they are constantly intriguing with each other, no one will cooperate to defend the city. They will mark which walls belong to whom, other than that they don't think about others .”

"It's not absurd at all, it's a fact. But things are changing, aren't they?" Malus admitted.

"You mean Loxia of Calund Karl's Fallen Heart family?" Hirsis sneered, then paused, and then said, "His Majesty the Witch King has been observing these dignitaries, especially those with the Witch King. You may not know that the Hand of the Witch King has given the position of the third trainee admiral of the Nagor to the Fallen Heart family."

"You mean His Majesty the Witch King to the Witch King's Hand?" Marus was a little surprised, it was the first time he knew this information, and he asked suspiciously.

"No!" I have served His Majesty the Witch King for a hundred years. The fact is exactly the opposite as you think. The defense of the northeast corner of Gorond is the top priority. His Majesty the Witch King would not accept such an important task as me before. At this time, it was completely dark, Sirsis did not look at the Chaos Wave camp in the distance, but turned to look at Marus and said in a somewhat inscrutable way.

Sirsis still doesn't quite understand what Malekith and Dacius are thinking, but he knows that he has also been listed as Malekith's key observation object. Although he was also Malekith's adjutant before, this This kind of treatment has never been done before.He had a vague feeling that Dacius only got it after he promised him benefits, and he even had a vague feeling that Malekith regarded Dacius as his successor.

"Change the subject, you don't understand these things."

"I've been thinking about a question since yesterday, since Naggaroth's current troops are here, why not organize a battle?"

"This question is not only confusing to you, including me, but also the fear lords and admirals in the city." Sirsis took a deep breath and said, and he continued, "But today's battle situation, let me guess At some point, the Hand of the Witch King doesn't want the troops to suffer too much loss. After a day, the admiral of Loxia and the leader of the executioner of Turaris have been injured. Leser died in battle. The chaotic champion warrior who was beheaded? How much power does the enemy have yet to show?"

"I'm sorry, I lost 1 people." Marus shook his head, then took a big sip of wine from the water bag, and said bitterly after licking his lips with his tongue.

"That's a good plan. If I were you you might do the same thing, but you want too much! That's why you fail."

"How do you think the battle will develop next?" Marus nodded and said after thinking for a while.

"This is only the first day. If the enemy continues to attack the city tomorrow, just let them attack. When their soldiers, siege beasts, and siege equipment are almost lost, give them the outer wall, and we will draw the army Go back to the inner wall."

"But then we'd be trapped!"

"We are trapped now, but the enemy is also trapped. We have more supplies, higher interior walls, and fewer surfaces to defend. We can rotate soldiers more frequently and let the enemy Pay a high price every now and then. At about the same time, Newkel will mobilize the troops in the wall and surround the enemy between the inner wall and the outer wall. And the time is not on your sister's side, our seamen The warrior is also returning now, and in another month, she will face the second wave of the powerful army of the Witch King's Hand marching from the south." Sirsis also imitated Dacius' shoulder shrug and said.

"It's just your wishful thinking. I know my sister relatively well. She may shift the attack and attack the city." Marus retorted.

"I know, this is exactly what I am worried about. His Majesty the Witch King will definitely order all the troops in Gorond to go out to support, and the battle will break out at that time. The troops of Krakalond and Hagrid Grave You understand, and there are still a large number of female sorceresses, then we will severely damage the enemies who can't take care of both ends." Hirsis continued, "But I don't think your sister will do this, because until now, your It took a great effort by my sister to keep the city locked in darkness. According to the High Witch, the price of this effort was considerable, especially when she and the sorceresses countered."

"Morath has been fighting Nagalia? I didn't notice."

"Didn't you notice the weather change today?"

"Why are you telling me these things instead of Julian?" Marus was a little irritable. He didn't follow Hirsis's topic, but chose to change the topic.

"Julian is a warrior, and His Majesty the Witch King seems to have other uses for him. You are different. You are a warrior and an excellent commander at the same time. His Majesty the Witch King and the Hand of the Witch King never wanted to kill you, or You died long ago, Malus!" Sirsis shook his head and said, he could vaguely feel that Nagalia seemed to be brewing something, which was not as simple as it seemed now.
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In the indigo tent, the air is still boiling around, and the mysterious energy emitted is constantly stirring.The tent is not as elaborate as Nagalia's previous residence, instead, it is composed of nine smaller sub-tents, decorated with arcane marks and Drucci's bones, surrounding a larger tent, arranged as A rough spiral, like a maze.

Dimly lit by a few running oil lamps in the shadowy area of ​​the tent, the air was thick with a musky scent.Heaps of metal gleamed dimly in the dim light, many fine weapons and battered armor still bore dried blood and scraps of flesh, silver plates, goblets and other loot from razed strongholds Valuable loot to come.

Of course this is nothing, darker than this is the huddled human figures kneeling in groups of eight at each corner, facing the passage through space, these mummified beastmen are masked by musk. , they seemed to be praying for something, and each passage led to another tent.

Instead of mummified Beastmen in one of the tents, there are Drucci, wearing battered armor and blood-stained kaitans.Some of the Drucci had limbs and heads roughly stitched back into place, and their helmets had been removed to reveal gaping wounds here and there, expressions of terror and pain frozen on their pale faces.

The heavy curtain covering the entrance was slammed open, crackling like a whip in the invisible wind, and faint screams and horrific cries rose and fell inside.

If a stranger broke into this place suddenly, he might not know whether he was walking in the mortal world or stepped into the threshold of another more terrifying kingdom.The darkness around him stirred like ink, and slid across the stranger's skin like smoke, and strange whispers of fright and madness echoed in his ears.As it continues to deepen, the dense darkness and magical energy will breed fear in the hearts of strangers, and their limbs will no longer be controlled.But if he persisted a little longer and went forward through the suffocating darkness, around the last turn, he would find himself in where Nagalia was.

But what was more frightening than before was that there were no walls or roofs, and the air itself seemed to be an invisible living thing, and only the moving shadows and harsh gray gloom could be seen.

Nine Beastmen Neighing Shamans uttered hideous, tuneless chants from contorted throats, tormenting the air around them.They knelt in a great circle, their horned heads thrown back, the muscles of their necks tensed in the strange twilight.In the circle formed by their distorted figures, lay nearly a dozen shriveled corpses.

Black smoke and shadows swirled in the silhouette of a corpse, which stood with outstretched arms for a moment, as if beckoning helplessly to a weeping victim floating before it.

Another corpse also stood, his red-naked body flawless save for the dozens of ritual tattoos snaking across muscular arms and shoulders.His body stretched like it was on an invisible shelf, every muscle tensed and twisted under the skin.

Wisps of steam began to rise from the tattoo, glistening like melted frost and swirling around the dark shadow in thin tendrils.A trace of magical wind surged towards the black shadow like a hungry inhalation.

The body surface of the corpse changed, and many hideous faces gradually formed along the limbs and torso of the corpse.The face gradually broke free, and the formed mist began to turn light pink, and then bright crimson.

The body of the corpse began to shrink, the muscles softened like wax, and the skin turned gray.The corpse screamed, its eyes popped and its tongue split.It was over in a moment, and another smoking, shriveled husk collapsed beside the corpse.

The black shadow is shrouded in crimson mist, swirling and mixing in the ever-changing darkness until it smooths into a layer of dark skin. The black shadow's body moves slightly, showing charming curves and black hair. The black shadow becomes The shape of Najalia, naked and perfect.

Nagalia's thin lips curled into a cruel smile, and she opened her mouth to speak slowly, her voice as crazy as a thousand people who were not on tune at the same time.

At first Malus heard only voices, muffled and echoing strangely, as if coming from beneath the surface of a deep, dark lake.

"Time is running out, and I have an obligation to finish it," Nagalia said, as her voice changed again, into a forceful, dissonant tone like shattered glass.

"Don't tell me the time, he knows the way now, and he knows what he has to do, but I'm running out of time, too," Zakhan hissed.

"But is he still in time?"

"Someone interrupted my plans! But nothing you mortals do means anything to me!" Zakhan growled.

The darkness began to recede, and shapes formed on either side of Malus, who lay on his back, sheets tangled together, the cold air caressing his scarred chest.Nagalia and Zakhan talked over his body like adults talking to a sleeping child.

"I don't understand why all this is necessary. It seems to me that your plan is too complicated, which is why you are in this predicament."

"As complicated as your revenge in Hagrid Grave? And as far as I know, your revenge was not considered successful. Dacius stole your fruit." Zakhan retorted.

"I understand, but can't you give Marus to me yourself? I still have to deal with Dacius. My Lord has longed for his soul for a long time." Nagalia said with a sigh.

This time Malus saw the vague figure of his sister lift the goblet to her lips to drink.

Marus suddenly became alert, and the shape disintegrated further.He could see Nagalia clearly now.She was sitting in a chair against a banquet table, turning a silver goblet in her veiny hands.Her touch left black smears on the gleaming curves of the metal.A knife and fork rested in front of her on the edge of a plate covered with steaming flesh.

Nagalia didn't notice Malus at all, her gaze was fixed on the person sitting opposite her.

"I want to tell you some news. My Lord is also interested in him. He plays a very important role in my Lord's plan. Things are not as simple as you think. Your thoughts are too direct, my child." Zakan replied.

Marus turned his head to look at Zakhan, but Zakhan's figure was hidden in the deep shadows, and a plate of bloody meat was placed in front of Zakhan.

"Then Malus must be made to act," Nagalia said, carefully placing the goblet on the table in front of her.

"Of course, do it the way you think is best."

Malus tried to move, but the sheet was pulled tight and trapped him.

"When everything is coming to an end, how much of my brother will be left?" Nagalia looked down at Marus, stretched out her hand and stroked Marus' cheek with her claw-like long nails.

A shadow stretched forward with one claw into Malus' chest, and he glanced down, past his chin, as he saw the shadow lift his still beating heart from his chest. rise.

"You see? It's still going strong. So is his mind, and he should be able to satisfy your appetite for a while. Son, do you want more on your plate?" Zakhan leaned back in his chair, gesturing exaggeratedly at the horse said Ruth's ravaged body.

"I like his eyes, I've always liked them, you know." Nagalia said, leaning forward, gazing thoughtfully into Malus's face.

A powerful hand pressed on Marus' forehead, and another figure entered his field of vision, looming beside him.

Lunara leaned over Malus, a loving smile on her weather-beaten face.Wriggling maggots fell from the open wound in her head onto Malus' cheek.She pressed the split thumbnail to the corner of Malus' eye, and Malus began to scream uncontrollably.

Malus kicked and punched, screaming in rage and fear.He heard muffled curses overhead, and for a moment he was dizzy, not sure if he was awake or still stuck in a dream.Desperately freeing his arms and shoulders, he pushed away the shadowy figure looming over his bed, and he rolled to the edge of the bed, spitting large quantities of rancid liquid and food crumbs onto the floor.

"You are as fierce and merciless as the winter winds, but you made a grave mistake when you betrayed her! Who knows how long she lay in the shadow of Zakhan's temple after a terrible blow to the head? Yet she Refusing to die, she lay there, praying to the darkness with her last will, and the darkness finally responded as she took her last breath. The darkness would give her anything she wanted, but she only wanted one thing , and only want one thing!" Nagalia said with a sneer.

"Not riches, not power, not even good skin. No, no, no! She just wants pure, bloody revenge. By the time I find her, she's amassed a huge army. I think this The fool must have loved you, brother, otherwise what could have produced such a terrible hatred?" Nagalia said to Marus with a smile.

"Sometimes, when she feels alone, she'll whisper to herself all the horrible things she's dreamed about doing to you. So vicious and single-minded, it makes her easy to manipulate, like you once did If she can still serve me in the next battle, I can even give you to her as a reward. If we win here, I can be generous." Nagalia sighed Said.

"He put those holy relics in the saddlebag of his Cold One, the most important thing is the soul dagger! The soul dagger is with Morathi!" Zahan interrupted Nagalia's tirade at this time.

"When I destroy Gorond, I'll look for it in the ruins and dead bodies. The real battle is about to start." Nagalia said contemptuously.

"Where's Malekith?"

"As the attack progresses, Malekith's trajectory becomes easier to predict. He will never abandon Gorond without a fight, let alone let me attack the city where Dacius is. Once I In doing so, a battle is inevitable. But so far, Morathi's arrogance has convinced her that she has exhausted my magic, so it's time to attack, if only I can stock up some more."

"I think you have no choice. You have your own master to serve. If you don't fulfill your promise, the power will not come." Zakhan chuckled.

"Actually, not only Dacius, but also Malekith and his mother are included in the agreement, as well as all the Druzzi who are currently in Gorond." Nagalia's expression froze slightly, she admitted Said, paused, she began to say arrogantly, "Malekis and his mother will make exquisite gifts, they have never been so fragile, and then I will deal with Dacius."

"That's your plan?" Zakhan sneered.

"I live to serve him." Nagalia smiled faintly, bowed and saluted, she said in a cold voice.

"I know you're teasing me, kid, but time is running out." Zakhan laughed.

"Great Zakhan, once I offer their souls to my master, I will ride a dragon to your temple." Nagalia tilted her head as she spoke, as if listening to some faint voice.

"I must bid you farewell, the wind of magic is stirring. Morathi and her poor sorceresses are preparing for the attack." Nagalia was about to leave after she finished speaking, but suddenly stopped, thoughtful Looking at Marus intently, she stared intently into Marus' eyes.

"Are you so attached to this body?" Nagalia asked, stroking Malus' chest with her fingernails.

"It's part of the plan, the prophecy has been attached to his name." Zakhan admitted, and it continued, "Go for revenge, I will wait here for your return, savoring your brother's despair! "

Nagalia bowed again, before disappearing into the darkness.

The morning sun streamed in through the open window of the bedroom, and Malus wriggled out of the soaked sheets and staggered to his feet.His mind flitted from the aftereffects of the booze and the shock.The dream still hung clearly in his mind, but he could not remember what Nagalia and Zakhan had said.

　It's almost over, let's move on
　　
　
(End of this chapter)