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Daxus stood on the city wall, the dragon armor he wore exuding an aura that could not be ignored. It was like a combination of art and power, with every detail revealing unparalleled majesty and exquisiteness.

The main body of the dragon armor is based on a cold silver-blue color, like the color of the deep sea, faintly emitting a mysterious and profound atmosphere. The golden trim shines against the background of the armor, like the interweaving of flames and the deep sea, and every line is like a mark of fate tailor-made for him.

The meticulously carved breastplate is not only the core of the armor, but also symbolizes the heart of the dragon, and is also a symbol of Daquus's power. The shoulder armor is wing-shaped, and the lines that open up are like dragon wings, exuding an unparalleled sense of oppression. The feather-like gold ornaments on the shoulder armor are like extended dragon wings, which seem to be able to wave the world in the sun.

The waist armor is tight yet flexible, and the rubies inlaid are like burning flames, forming a sharp contrast with the overall cool blue and gold of the armor. The scarf hanging below the waist armor is like a dragon's tail, rustling in the wind, adding a bit of elegant majesty.

The gauntlets and arm guards were simple yet deadly, with dragon-scale armor wrapped around his arms, and every time he raised his hands, there was the power of a dragon claw slicing through the sky. The leg armor and boots perfectly matched the overall design, with blue and gold scale armor wrapped around his legs, making him look like a giant dragon overlooking the earth when he walked.

Daquus stood straight with his hands behind his back, exuding an unparalleled calmness and confidence. Malekith stood not far away and cast a scrutinizing glance at him. His presence and the design of his armor complemented each other, like an unshakable monument, which suddenly reminded Malekith of his father.

His power comes not only from his appearance, but also from his inner confidence and faith. He seems silent, but every moment is like thunder, making the atmosphere around him solemn and heavy.

And his unquestionable leadership, his every breath seemed to ignite the souls of all Druchs, making all those who looked at him feel awe, but unable to help but follow him.

The black guards and dignitaries on the city wall looked at him, feeling an unprecedented oppression and encouragement, while Anasara and her son showed proud eyes. Their hearts surged with this scene, as if they were witnessing a...

Standing in such armor, Daquus is no ordinary Duruchi, he is a symbol, an incarnation, the undisputed sword and glory of Naggaroth.

The embrace between Dacius and Malekith was filled with a strange solemnity and intimacy. The silver-blue dragon armor and the obsidian-like black armor collided with each other, making a deep and profound sound between metals, as if announcing the intersection of the wills of the two leaders. The silver-blue and dark black figures were particularly distinct in the sun, one symbolizing the power of the newborn, and the other representing the indestructible authority. Their alliance will change the future of Naggaroth.

"Don't you want to kneel down before me?"

The hug lasted for a few moments, and when it ended, Daxus took a step back slightly, his usual smile on his face and a somewhat uninhibited joking tone.

At the end of time, Malekith knelt before Ironhide, but that was hundreds of years later. And it was still unclear whether it could happen. If it could happen, wouldn't Darkius have come here in vain?

So, what Dacius was talking about was not the events of the End of Time, but what happened when Malekith returned to Ulthuan from the Chaos Wastes when he was young and conquered Tar Anlek. Malekith knelt on one knee to Aris in front of three generations of the Anar family. (Chapter 566)
Earlier, Malekith knelt before Baalshana during the meeting in Eden Valley on who would be the second Phoenix King. (Chapter 480)
So, kneeling on iron sheets or something, basic exercises...

"The host turned the tables? Don't you know what happened next? I remember telling you more than once." Malekith raised his chin slightly, with a rare sense of relaxation in his smile. He moved a little closer and added in a low but clear voice, "The person standing in front of me is my friend, not my subject."

The surrounding dignitaries, black guards, and the majestic red dragon witnessed all of this. They were like silent spectators on a stage, surrounding the two most important figures in the history of Druki, bar none.

In this solemn atmosphere, the two hugged each other again, and this time the hug was heavier and more sincere.

"Welcome back to Naggaroth, Daquus, my friend."

"It's my honor!" Daxus nodded slightly, his face showing rare seriousness, and his tone was filled with sincerity and certainty from the bottom of his heart.

Although their conversation was light, it caused a strong shock invisibly. The word "friend" coming from Malekith's mouth had too much meaning.

"Your speech just now was excellent. Even my emotions were completely aroused by you." There was a rare bit of appreciation in Malekith's tone.

"This is what you should have done." Daxus's eyes were calm and frank, with a hint of teasing, yet also seemed meaningful.

"You know me, Daquus." Malekith shook his head slightly, his voice low and with a hint of self-mockery. Then, he spoke again, with a barely perceptible recognition in his voice, "This armor suits you very well."

"As far as I know, Alasya..."

"I'm used to everything about this armor." Malekith interrupted Daquus, his tone casual but unquestionable, as if declaring that the Midnight Armor had become a part of him.

"Do you know why I said that just now?" Daxus shrugged, with a hint of inquiry in his tone.

"Oh?"

Dacus did not answer immediately, but smiled faintly, with a cunning smile and an elusive meaning. Then he took out an arrow from his back and handed it to Malekith.

Malekith took the arrow, slowly raised it, and looked at it carefully. His eyes stayed on the arrow for a moment, and then he suddenly realized something and turned his eyes to Daquus.

"Sulefit? I think that's the name? Of course, that's not important. What's important is that it died from this arrow."

"You mean... Aris is in Naggaroth now?" Malekith paused, the orange-yellow firelight flickered, and his voice was low and alert.

"Yes, I saw him just now. Although it was the first time I saw him, I was sure it was him." Daxus nodded, his eyes so deep that they seemed to be able to see through the curtain of time.

"A tough opponent..."

Daxus did not respond to Malekith's words. You chose your own tough opponent. When you had to choose between the two, you chose your mother and pushed the Annar family out of your arms. Later, you did a lot of weird things.

Actually, there are other ways to deal with this matter, and it shouldn't be so rough. But it's meaningful to say this now, after all, there is no way to go back to the past, unless Colonia can help and point out the dump truck, and then go out and get lucky.

Now, Malekith made a choice again, but this time, unlike that time, he pushed his mother out of his arms and chose the Hellblight family.

Putting aside personal feelings and talking about politics alone, it is as rough as ever.

"He may be spying in the forest in the distance, looking at this huge military camp and the ark anchored on the sea, but it doesn't matter." Daxus turned around and cast his eyes towards the military camp not far away. His voice was low but firm. After a pause, he continued, "What's important is that the Nagaros now and in the future is no longer the Nagaros he imagined. It has been thousands of years..."

He originally wanted to say, he's still the same after thousands of years, but it's not a good idea to say this, as it has a hidden meaning, and is vaguely mocking Malekith. After all, in some aspects, Malekith can compete with Aris.

"What do you want to do?" Malekith asked after a moment's silence.

"What I do depends on you, my Lord." Dacius leaned against the battlement, folded his arms, and looked at Malekith.

He left the choice to Malekith. This was the eastern part of Naggaroth, not the eastern part of Nagareth. The army was ready. If Malekith wanted, he could mobilize the army and raiding ships to hunt down Aris. If he couldn't catch him in one day, he could do it in a month. If he couldn't catch him in one month, he could do it in a year, ten years, twenty years. He could slowly consume him and play with him. Druki had the capital to do so.

Of course, you can also pretend to know nothing, or make other choices. For example, choose to meet with Aris, then kneel again and beg for Aris's forgiveness, or be shot away by the extremely angry Aris.

"What do you want to do?" Malekith asked again.

After hearing the repeated words, Dacus nodded first, then waved his head to Malekith and pointed in the direction of Kolan. He was him, and Kolan was Kolan. They were not in the same system. In terms of procedures, he could not directly ask Kolan to do something. If Kolan did it, then Kolan would have to stay...

Malekith, who understood what Daxus meant, turned his head and looked at Kolan, then looked at the dignitaries standing not far away.

"The second son of Finnubar and Morarion has arrived." After Koran and the nobles left, Daxus lowered his voice and spoke with some meaning in his tone.

"It seems that your memory is not as good as mine." Malekith first teased, then changed the subject and said in a slightly heavier tone, "However, it seems that your trip to Elsing Alvin this time was fruitful and fruitful."

"Of course!"

Dacus took over the conversation without hesitation, his tone revealing confidence and pride. After he finished speaking, he suddenly laughed softly, and that laughter seemed to contain the calmness of having won.

Malekith was slightly stunned, looked at Daxus for a moment, and then laughed out loud, with a hint of joy and a hint of hidden approval in his laughter.

"So... Nagarythe is not important anymore... Is that right?" After the laughter subsided, Malekith shook his head slightly and spoke slowly. His voice was low and distant, as if he was exploring or talking to himself.

"Just like when we first met."

"How am I cooperating?"

"Very good." Dacus gave a thumbs up without hesitation, his eyes full of affirmation. At the beginning, he and Malekith discussed the strategic issues. It was very rough, with many problems and loopholes, but Malekith did not criticize or ridicule. Instead, he followed his thoughts and studied them, just like playing house with a child. "Although there are still some problems in the details, I always believe that my strategy is fine. Whether it is to let Finnubar open the situation or we go into battle ourselves, the first step must be to capture Lothern. The fall of Lothern has huge significance, whether it is political, geographical, or symbolic, it is more important and intuitive than directly rebuilding Anlek."

"I agree." Malekith nodded first, then looked at Dacreus, the fire in his eyes becoming hotter, "What's next? Is it my turn to go to the Temple of Asuryan?"

"You can also choose to... go around that place." Daxus said in a relaxed tone, cleverly avoiding Malekith's direct question.

Malekith laughed, with a long-lost sense of joy. Seeing this, Dacus also laughed out loud.

"So, Nagarythe is really not important anymore." The laughter gradually subsided and Malekith said in a firm tone.

"Yes."

No matter what Finnubar chooses, Duruchi will first attack Lothern, occupy the Kingdom of Itain, and use Itain as a forward and frontier base. If all goes well, the Kingdoms of Itain, Iris and Cosqui will be connected without the need to use troops. If not, as he said to Marin, friends will no longer be friends.

Moreover, no matter whether it went smoothly or not, after occupying Lothern, they had to march towards the Kingdom of Safri. Food and magic determined the importance of the Kingdom of Safri. Then they marched northwards, by land and sea, to occupy the Kingdom of Avalon.

With the northeast, east, southeast and south of Ulthuan under the control of Druch, the next step is to advance northwards and westwards.

There are more strategic options. If everything goes well, the Kingdom of Charis can be handed over to the coalition of Cosqui and Druch, and all they have to do is to stop the attack of Charis. Or, like Gler in the north, they can carry out a long-term siege of Tal Achar, the capital of Charis, to tie down the few troops of Charis.

At this point, Daxus predicted that Druch would have a decisive battle with Asur's main force on the plains of the Kingdom of Elion, and that it would be a fierce battle after that. Druch had to completely occupy the inner ring and cut off the supply of the resistance forces.

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Therefore, the kingdoms of Caledor and Elion have the highest priority. Duruchi must completely occupy the inner ring, and forget about the kingdom of Terenlock, it's in such a bad state and its land has sunk into the sea.

After the decisive battle, the army of Druch can completely block the Griffin Gate and Phoenix Gate, and the navy can land at the border between Terenlock and Caledor. The main force of the army will march from the Kingdom of Itain to the Kingdom of Caledor, attacking from the north and south. At the same time, the navy will maneuver and land in the Vast Ocean and the Inland Sea, making the enemy exhausted and shrinking.

There are many choices, but no matter what you choose, the Kingdom of Nagarys will become unimportant. You can attack from the Phoenix Gate at the last moment to disintegrate Aris's rule. Force Aris out of the eastern part of Nagarys and force him to Anlek, and stage a scene where Aris swears to defend Anlek to the death?

This brings us to the end of King's Landing on Ulthuan.

"What do you want to do?" Malekith asked tentatively. This time, there was a hint of uneasiness in his tone.

Dacius did not ask Malekith if he had Alzheimer's, he knew what Malekith was asking, shifting from the strategic to the personal.

"Although I have some similarities with Alandrian, I am not him, nor am I Hellebron's father. There are a lot of things waiting for me in Naggaroth, such as hunting and revenge... These are not suitable for me." He paused here, considering what to say next. Then, he lowered his voice, as if he wanted to share a secret, "Also, I can tell you a piece of news that is not quite accurate."

"Oh?"

"Snorri doesn't seem to be dead?" Dacius said this lightly, but it was like a bolt from the blue.

"Impossible! I saw him die with my own eyes! I also attended his funeral! This is absolutely impossible!" Malekith's tone suddenly became higher, with a bit of shock and anger.

"You've pissed him off!" Dakwus just shrugged. He had expected Malekith to react like this. He stretched out his right hand, slowly spread his palm, and added calmly, "He is the eldest son of Granni, the ancestor god of the dwarves. And, you know the traditions of the dwarves...if you don't have Alzheimer's."

"This..." Malekith was about to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by Daxus's action.

Daxus's expression suddenly changed and became ferocious. He blew his non-existent beard and roared in a low voice.

"Malekith! Malekith!! Malekith!!!"

At the same time, his two hands tightly grasped the non-existent axe, imitating the posture of a dwarf. He looked aggressive, as if he was about to rush over in the next second and give Malekith a hard blow.

His performance was so ridiculous and abstract, or perhaps it directly touched upon some hidden guilt in Malekith's heart, causing Malekith to involuntarily take a step back.

"So... what do you want to do?" Daxus' expression instantly returned to calm. He stared at Malekith sharply and stretched out his right hand again with his palm open.

"To be honest... I don't know." Malekith was silent for a moment, raised his head, took a deep breath and said, his tone revealing a rare sense of helplessness and hesitation.

"Well... let's change the topic. The mission just now failed." Daxus nodded.

Now that things have come to this, there’s no point in talking any further.

"how do you want to do it?"

"I'm a descendant of the Hell's Disaster Family, so... you know, once something starts, there's no going back. Are we going to say... it's okay? Was it just a joke before? Calm down and don't take it to heart. Then let the barbarians entrenched in Gorond return the same way? Let them go back to where they came from? If that doesn't work, give them some travel expenses?"

"From a macro perspective, those who cannot enter the new era have lost their meaning of existence. Specifically, as long as they exist, many of our important plans cannot be implemented. Naggaroth will still be the same as before. Can we still hope to set foot on the land of Ulthuan with such a Naggaroth?"

"It seems that the meeting of the Dark Council will have to be postponed for a few more days. I have cleaned up and am waiting. I am a little impatient for my friend's arrival." After a moment, Malekith sighed softly, and then his tone suddenly changed, revealing a cold determination: "Do it!"

"Of course." Dacus nodded, with a sharp light flashing in his eyes. Then, he waved to Ajirether. In terms of procedures, he couldn't make Kolan do anything, but he could make Ajirether do something.

"Respected Chief Archon!" Aigresser did not stand with the dignitaries, but stood alone aside. After seeing the call, he immediately stepped forward quickly, bowed and saluted with meticulous movements.

"Wrong, the prefix from now on will be Glory." Daxus corrected in a relaxed tone, even with a hint of ridicule in his tone.

People will laugh when they are speechless. Malekith was amused by this sudden remark and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Glorious Chief Archon!" Malekith could laugh, but Aegilethe did not dare to slack off at all, and he lowered his head even deeper.

"Thank you for your trouble. Go to the military camp and detain those officers and family members in the city. Remember, detain them separately. Don't move the family guards for now, but find out what they did before, how they became family guards, and what their duties are after becoming family guards."

"Yes!" Aegirether accepted the order in a deep voice, bowed deeply again, his tone firm and without hesitation. Then, he slowly stepped back, his movements graceful and cautious.

"Wait." Daxus suddenly called out to Aigresse.

Aigresse stopped and looked up, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

“Also, salute instead of bowing next time.” Dacus slowly raised his right hand, pounded his fist on his chest, and then raised his hand high.

"We are Druki! We will never bow!" Aigrether was stunned for a moment, and then a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in his eyes. He straightened his body, imitated Daquus's movements, and said loudly.

"It seems that you are going to let some people go? Just like you did with Hag Graef?" Malekith, who was speechless, chuckled again.

"Yes, I love them."

"The way you love is very special." Malekith teased softly, with helplessness and a hint of approval in his tone.

"Love comes in many forms, just like what I just said. Naggaroth needs warriors. Don't worry, I know what I am doing. It will never happen that a family guard stands guard at the gate and then stands guard in front of your throne room."

Malekith nodded and did not dwell on this matter. Since Dacus planned to keep a group of people, then let them stay. Besides, Dacus had made it very clear.

"Go to the Black Tower, or..." Malekith looked around. The meeting was over, the decision had been made, and it was meaningless to continue standing here. He spoke in a long tone, his eyes falling on Anasara and her son.

“Go…” Daxus opened his mouth and was about to suggest finding a place to make further arrangements, but before he could finish his words, he saw a raiding ship approaching the edge of the city wall not far away.

"It seems we have to wait." (End of this chapter)