Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 247 97. You refused
Dacius sat writing and drawing on the table that belonged to him in the throne room of the Black Tower of Malekith. At this time, it had been two weeks, that is, sixteen days, since the Battle of Gorond. Drucci's army is stationed on the plains outside Naggarond, waiting for Malekith's review in a few days. He has already arranged the relevant matters, and now he is designing a waist badge.

There are no subordinates who need to be recuperated, and the sorceresses are constantly visiting and investigating in the barracks under the leadership of Dacius' brother. From the fear lord to mercenaries and pirates, they have recorded what they saw from the recruitment to the end of the battle. After smelling and sorting them into different categories, he is going to conduct secondary deduction and study on the sand table when he is idle on the road to the Lustria continent, and try to analyze some things based on the survey results of the visit, such as how the massive losses were caused. , Coordination issues during retreat, etc., if possible, he is going to make a manual.

Melancholic Prince Malekith did not sit on the throne emo, nor did he study the engine that made him manic, nor did he look through the literature records in the box next to him that recorded the Battle of Gorond, but looked at it The Dimensional Sword of Kane in the movie fell into dusty memories.

Tal Anlek, everything is as it used to be, the long colonnaded hall extends from the gate of Aenarion's palace, and on the floor is a huge mosaic pattern, it is a golden sword blade, the background is The stormy sky, Malekith remembers this image deeply, because in his childhood, Aenarion was still with him at that time.

Malekith remembers lying on his stomach on the floor, fondly touching the golden stone tiles, while his father sat beside him, telling him it was a dream he had had a long time ago.

A dream that haunted the original Phoenix King and encouraged him to fight against Chaos. He didn't know it was the sword of Kane calling him. Woke up with anger.

The door snapped shut behind Malekith's thoughts, and he turned around, waiting for the attack.As his squires yelled and yelled outside the door and tried to open it, he heard endless banging and banging, but he knew it was futile. The door was covered with the color of ancient magic. A mantra of many ages.

"Come to me."

A voice echoed in the empty hall, and Malekith recognized Morathi's voice.

Malekith walked cautiously down the corridor, his childhood memories behind him.His eyes scanned the arches and ledges of the hall, looking for signs of hidden assassins, but there were none.Through the door at the end of the hall, he came to another vestibule, where there were two spiral staircases, one left and one right.

A dark blue carpet extended down from the center of the stairs, and Malekith walked to the right without hesitation, and slowly climbed up the stairs made of black marble.He walked without a sound, and in the silence, a voice began to ring in his ears.It was crying, the sound of constant low whimpering.He stopped and listened more carefully, but the sound was gone.He went up again, and heard a vague scream and cry for mercy in the distance, and when he stopped to listen again, the sound died away again, and there was only silence.

"Go away! Leave me alone!" Malekith yelled, distracted by the voices, but alone on the stairs, drawing his sword.

Breathless, Malekith walked upstairs to the landing and stood in front of the two tall doors that led to the palace.The door was slowly opened from the inside, and he saw the golden light from the chandelier inside.

Morasi was sitting on a simple wooden chair, next to the throne of the first Phoenix King. She was wearing a golden cloak, but it couldn't cover her body. Touch the top of the skull on the staff.

The throne of the original Phoenix King was cut from a whole piece of black marble, and its back was shaped like an upright dragon. Magical flames spewed from the dragon's fangs, and flickered in its eyes. The throne of Barshana But a poor imitation.

Malekith's eyes were drawn to the throne, even ignoring his mother, because it was his strongest memory of the place, and his father sat on that throne, conferring with his generals on military plans, doing The final preparations before the expedition.

The memory was so vivid that Malekith could almost hear his father's soft, powerful voice echoing in the hall.

Malekith was a toddler at the time, sitting on his mother's lap next to his father.

Aenarion occasionally interrupted his conversation to look down at Malekith.His expression was always stern, but not grim, nor kind, but a look full of pride and expectation.

For millennia, Malekith had looked into his father's dark, divine eyes, and he had seen the fire that burned behind his father's quiet, majestic eyes.He thought he was the only one who knew the evil hidden in the depths of his father's soul. The evil took advantage of the identity of the original Phoenix King to cover the eyes of the world with false images so as not to be recognized for what it was.

Malekith noticed the sword of Cain on his father's lap when he was very young. Only he and his father would stare at the blood-red sword, and the other elves would look elsewhere , This seems to be a small tacit understanding between their father and son.

"You once had the chance to have that sword, but you refused!" Morathi said slowly, dispelling the illusion in front of Malekith.

Malekith shook his head. Although the scene just now was his real memory, Morathi's magic made the memory extremely clear, as if it was happening.

"You know about that island? Yes, I rejected it!" Malekith never told anyone about his experience on the Blighted Island. He realized that Morathi had seen through his heart, and he directly admitted.

"That's good." Morathi said, although her attire was full of temptation, but now she looks as solemn as a king, she is not the barbaric priest who digs the heart out of the victim's chest, nor the Demagogues and scheming schemers,
But Malekith knew that every word his mother uttered was a lie and manipulated everything to his liking.

"Your father has been manipulated by that sword, waiting for you to draw it again. I am afraid that you will follow in your father's footsteps, but I am proud that you rejected it. No one can really be its master. , if you want to rule others, then you must not be the puppet of that sword!"

"I'd rather have this world consumed by Chaos than have a fallen creature be unleashed again. As you say, once that sword is drawn, it will consume its bearer until only corpses remain. No one One who can become a king by virtue of its power can only become his slave."

"Come here," Morathi said, waving to the throne.

"That's not where I should sit," Malekith said.

"Why?" Morathi said, seemingly surprised.

"If I want to become the Phoenix King, that is my business alone. It has nothing to do with you. When you are killed, I will once again control the army and power of Nagareth, even the cult forces you created Mine, these will become the strength to protect the Phoenix Throne."

"You want to kill your mother? You want to kill your mother?" Morathi asked with a shocked expression.

"As long as you live, my life will be full of the shadow of your ambition, I can see that you are acting now, you are destined to become my enemy, because in your world only you are the most important , I will not share Ulthuan with you, because you will not share it with me. I can exile you, but you will surely rise again in some abandoned corner, and make a comeback against me again. I will inherit my father inheritance, I want to rule this world as the Phoenix King!"

When Malekith said this, he was also a little surprised.He had never confessed his heart so openly, not even to himself.His past struggles, fame, and lofty prestige are all stepping stones for him to ascend to the Phoenix Throne.And since the Iron Ring had revealed to him the true nature of the power that now ruled the world, he was unwilling to sit back and watch Chaos slowly consume the world.

"Really? Can't you share it with me, or won't you share it with me?"

"I don't want to, I don't want to share power with anyone!" Malekith hesitated for a while and said slowly.

Malekith suddenly broke away from the memory, turned his head and stared at Dacius who was still sitting there writing and drawing.He knew that Dacius rejected Kane just like him. At this time, his heart was very complicated. He gave Dacius unprecedented rights. This is completely different from the iron order of Drucci society. Now Dacius is sharing his rights, but the strange thing is that this is completely voluntary, he wants to see Dacius share the rights with him from the bottom of his heart.

Malekith always believes that Dacius has a magical ability that can relieve his pain and hatred, and this ability will also bring him down, but he also sees the hope of King's Landing Ulthuan.

(Marekis at this stage is driven by pain and hatred, and the protagonist treats him like Ma Fei.)
"I don't think you have the talent in this area!" Malekith did not know when he put down the Kane Dimensional Sword, and walked to Dacius's desk without making a sound and said firmly.

"I feel the same way. This is the one I'm most satisfied with so far." Dacius put down his pen, pointed to one of the odd-shaped waist cards painted on the whole paper and said with a sigh.

"I think this position should be dealt with like this!" Malekith stretched out his right index finger while speaking, and drew it on the lower arc of the waist card.

"Do you think this is necessary?" Malekith looked at Dacius who was modifying, and asked slowly after a while.

"My lord, I think this question involves philosophy and history. I would like to ask, what is your attitude and opinion towards Drucci?" Dacius put down his pen, got up and stretched , after turning around slightly, looked into Malekith's orange eyes and asked solemnly.

Malekith did not answer directly, but stared at Dacius who was moving around in the throne room.

Dacius knew that Malekith was thinking, so he didn't say anything, but continued to move his body.

"I think this is a proof of honor, and it can be used to prove the courage and will of a soldier." After a long time, Malekith was still standing there thinking, and Dacius said slowly upon seeing this.

"But it doesn't prevent them from looting and rout, does it?" Malekith jokingly said after recovering.

"Hahaha." Dacius laughed out loud, admitting that Malekith was right.

"But, in your terms, maybe it's a new beginning, isn't it?" Malekith laughed, too, before he said it.

(End of this chapter)