Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 69 41. Hanil Hara Eats Melon
After midnight of death, Dacius returned to the forest farm and continued to practice martial arts and conduct social research every day.

Walter stayed in Clakarond. He had to deal with family affairs, but there was nothing to deal with. His sister, sister-in-law, nephews and nieces were all cleaned up by Dacius.

The days went on like this day by day, spring came, the Black Ark Nagor left, Furland Baller was about to meet his fate, Dacius also ushered in his 17 years old, he had to Back to Krakalond, for Hanil Hala is about to take place.

In the hall of Nightwatch Castle, the dignitaries communicated quietly or silently. Nuclell was standing beside the throne with a noble curved sword in his hand. Nightwatch Anasara of Krakalond stood on the edge of the handrail on the third floor and looked at everyone. The dignitaries in the lobby of the building, she was wearing a noble purple long-sleeved robe, a short-sleeved coat, a purple cloak, and a spiked crown on her head. The four pale skulls on the crown were on the ceiling. The reflection of the crystal is very strange.

After a while, Anasara teleported directly to the throne on the first floor hall, looking at the dignitaries with a blank face, Annasara raised her right hand and grasped it. The patriarch of the Calvo family who was hiding at the back was directly captured by the black magic. Pulled down to the steps of the throne, the patriarch of the Calvo family lowered his head with fear and pain in his eyes. Anna Sara immediately held her hands. Blood began to ooze from the patriarch of the Calvo family, and he knelt down in a pool of his own blood and struggled in pain.

All the dignitaries fell silent, they saw darkness, pain and arbitrariness.

On the throne, Annasara's pale face looked like a ghost under the crystal light on the ceiling of the hall, looking indifferently at the patriarch of the Calvo family.

This is Haniel Hara, the traditional high-powered show of Drucci, in which the powerful pay tribute to the Nightward to reaffirm their loyalty, and the Nightward does the same to the Witch-King.At this moment, the great halls of Nightlord's castle gathered the prominent dignitaries of Krakarond. These dignitaries were either full of wealth, slaves or military exploits, or had ancient blood and titles.On this important occasion, there is a certain distance between each family.Every dignitary is surrounded by his own cronies, dignitaries and retinues, so that every noble Du Luqi dignitaries can think about their own affairs.

The two Maranul brothers also stood beside Newkel, holding the noble curved sword in their hands. Dacius watched the head of the Calvo family suffer under the steps with a calm face. Maranul suddenly turned his head and met Daxu Keus looked at each other, Maranul's eyes didn't have the chill that made Daxus feel shuddering, but there was a kind of banter unique to fun people. At this time, Newker also turned his head and glared at the two brothers.

The show started, and the rich and powerful came forward to meet, offering tribute and swearing the loyalty of their families.Anasara doesn't say a word, she just nods and shakes her head in return for her gift, she does black magic, and the dignitaries fall tormented, and then the guards of hell drag the dignitaries down Walk.If you shake your head?That unlucky guy had to lie with the patriarch of the Calvo family, some powerful because of crimes, and some because of shabby gifts that humiliated Annasara.Others are just because Anna Sara is not pleasing to the eye and wants to show her strength.

"Walter! From the Thorn family!"

The voice penetrated the air and echoed in Dacius' ears.Anasara suddenly turned her head, looked at Dacius and asked jokingly, "What do you think?"

"Fuck!"

The dignitaries also cast their gazes one after another. Dacius was in a cold sweat. What can he do? Halfway through Haniel Hara's program, the first sentence Anna Sara said was to him, he Responding, he solemnly bowed to Anna Sara and saluted.

Anna Sara nodded slightly, and said the second sentence of the day: "Come before me and offer your tribute."

The voice was like a pair of invisible black hands, slowly inserting into Walter's heart and grabbing his heart. He clenched his teeth tightly, mustered up the courage to walk slowly with his head down, and crossed the pool of blood under the steps. Congealed blood stuck to the soles of his boots.

Walter stopped three steps away from the high platform of the throne, and said in a slow and low tone: "Your servant is waiting for your order."

The eyes of the dignitaries turned to Walter again, and he could feel the dignitaries staring at him hungrily.

"We have spent another year in exile, and the usurpers of Ulthuan owe another blood debt." Anasara said lazily with her left elbow resting on the armrest of the throne and her left hand supporting her chin. .

"We don't forgive! We don't forget!" Walter replied.

"We are the people of cold and darkness, sustained by our hatred! We live for His Majesty the Witch King, and live to correct ancient wrongs!"

"Through fire, blood and destruction!"

Anasara stood up slowly, walked down the steps and approached Walter, the looming black air escaped from her eyes.

"Loyal subjects pay tribute to his Nightward. What tribute would you lay at my feet, Walter of House Thorns?"

"Great Nightward, everything I own is yours: my blade, my possessions, my hatred. They are all mine!"

Anasara showed a bored expression and said slowly: "There is no weak person in Naggaroth! The other subjects offered gold, bodies and weapons at my feet. They served Karakarond and His Majesty the Witch King, and gave us Enemies bring torment." Then she added, "The answer is the same every time!"

Obviously, Anasara was not satisfied with Walter's template answer.

Walter suddenly went into a fit and said, "Then kill me!"Let my blood pour on Krakarond!The weak cannot fight the enemy, nor can they uphold Drucci's laws, nor can they serve you and His Majesty the Witch King. "

Then Walter growled and said, "But loyalty is a quality so precious in Naggaroth, and the wise Nightward would not squander it. Druzzi drinks the world's deep! We stand on the edge of the outer darkness, reveling in it , No other race will do this. In order to satisfy our wishes, we will shed blood, set off a bloody storm, and reap wantonly, but we will not waste what is useful to us!"

Anasara looked at Walter silently, and suddenly, she stretched out her hand and said: "Finally, there is something new. I accept your allegiance, Walter Thorn, and I hope you will pass on this great bloodline and title. However, only Loyalty is not enough, slaves must fear their masters, and respect must come through whipping. Since you have offered a small gift, then you should taste more suffering."

Consciousness floods back, filling the nooks and crannies of the mind.Walter felt himself walking, his steps numb and stagnant.His noble robes were soaked with sweat, urine and blood.His mouth smelled of blood, and his tongue was swollen where it had been bitten.Groups of Drucci passed by either side of him, pale faces floating vaguely on the edge of his perception.

There was a shadow in Walter's mind, quietly receding from his consciousness.Dark, cold, clawed, too ancient to comprehend.They moved him and disturbed him at the same time.If he focused too much on his memory, he felt his tenuous grip on his body begin to crumble.He suddenly saw his father, who walked slowly towards him with a smile on his face, and he also reached out to hug his father, and the moment he was about to hug him, the world refocused.

At this time, Ren helped Walter stand in the garden of Nightwatch Castle.

　On Friday, the story of eating melons in Krakalund is over
　　
　
(End of this chapter)