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A raiding ship was docked steadily at the edge of the city wall not far away.

Flanes walked down the ship slowly with a tray in his hand. His steps were calm and dignified. When he approached, Dacus glanced at him. He nodded to Dacus with a firm look and then stepped forward.

Vranais was one of the planners of the raid on Morathi, but he did not participate in the raid in favor of something else.

Originally, Daxus planned to gather the admirals for a meeting to study and discuss the issue after the first Chapeuto Wine Festival, but after hesitating for a long time, he finally gave up.

There are many reasons. Religion is religion, politics is politics. He didn't want to start a massacre in Asheril in front of Slann and Serene. Another reason is that there is not enough time. He needs to organize and plan. This is nothing. The main reason is that the subsequent integration will take a lot of time. In addition to these two points, two admirals were involved in the political storm of Naggaroth.

So, we just went back to Nagaros and mixed it all together. The navy and the army simultaneously carried out reforms, those who should be executed were executed, those who should be promoted were promoted, those who should be integrated were integrated, and those who should be retired were retired.

He was generous and kind, and he loved Druki.

So he chose to put up the curtain and give a speech. After all, some of the things were his doing. Because of the interests and the share, the military camps below were full of temporary soldiers. Killing them was meaningless. Most of the grassroots soldiers were innocent and were involved for no reason. They should not be made to pay for the political and institutional problems.

So he asked Aigresse to find out about those family guards, to find out what they had done before, how they became family guards, and what their responsibilities were after becoming family guards.

He planned to keep a group of these people, just like he said to Malekith just now, Naggaroth needed warriors. Duruchi, who became a family guard through military merit and martial arts, could be kept. Of course, the Black Guards were out of the question, but he could take other paths, such as officers, knights of the imperial decree, and so on.

As for the inheritance of the business from father to son, or the more critical ones, such as a position of an official, or the family guards responsible for guarding the core...

All Daxus could do was to say sorry.

Take the Hell's Disaster Family as an example. Who would dare to use Kesley, the family's law enforcement champion? Who would dare to use the family guards guarding the main hall door and the door to Newker's study?
These people are different from the ones left behind by the Nagor. Strictly speaking, the Nagor was defeated in the civil war, so Dacus could keep the dignitaries from the Nagor, such as Bacolon. But these people are different. Strictly speaking, these people are rebelling, which is not the same thing at all.

Some low-ranking officers caught up in the storm can refer to the way family guards are treated. After all, low-ranking officers and family guards are inseparable.

Those family members...

Dacus remembered clearly that when Walter was crying in the garden holding his father's body, he led others into the Thorn Family's mansion. As for what they were doing...

Learn about Orphan of Zhao and Revenge of the Zhao Family. The stage of Naggaroth is big, but it cannot accommodate so many protagonists.

Among the dozen or so admirals who returned to Naggaroth, Admiral Moran Darkstab of the Ultimate Oblivion and Admiral Elaine Desolation of the Desolate City were caught in the storm.

The Ultimate Oblivion was seen when Daxus returned to Clar Karond after completing the Haxie Trial and passed through Karond Kar, while the Desolate City came from Naggarond.

These two admirals who have been drifting on the sea for a long time may know what happened at home, or they may not know, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is that they were affected by the actions of their master.

Franais went to deal with the matter, and the Shadow Hunters and the War Dancers started a relatively friendly competition. Ryan and Genevieve took the Shadow Hunters to the Ultimate Oblivion, while Franais and Vetier took the War Dancers to the Desolate City.

He nodded heavily to Dacus, explaining the result.

"Remember when we first met, you gave me a gift. Now..." Daxus stared at the items on the tray, turned to look at Malekith, his tone filled with memories and meaningful teasing.

"Dacre, my dear Dacre, you have given me many gifts in return, each of which is much more important than what I gave you. So..." Malekith smiled and interrupted Dacre without any hesitation.

"What now?" Daxus's eyes moved back and forth between Malekith and the tray, then he raised his hand and pointed at the items in Franais' tray, his tone full of teasing and anticipation.

"Now?" Malekith raised his head slightly, as if deliberately prolonging the answer. Finally, he nodded, his tone solemn and deep, "Yes, now."

Then, he slowly stretched out his right hand wrapped in armor.

"Let me do it. I'm familiar with this. After all, I've worn it before." Daxus chuckled and walked forward. Without hesitation, he began to help Malekith dismantle the armor, saying strange things at the same time.

"Hahahaha!" Malekith was suddenly stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter with a long-lost sense of joy.

He knew what Dacreus was talking about, the vision he encountered during the expedition to Lustria. In the vision, Dacreus put on the Midnight Armor and replaced him as the Witch King of Naggaroth.

But he didn't care about it at all, because it was just an illusion. He knew that Dacus would never wear the Midnight Armor, nor would he become the Witch King of Nagaroth. This meant nothing to Dacus. Although Dacus was a descendant of the Hell's Disaster Family, he relied not on the family but on Lustria, which was why he could become friends with Dacus.

The armor is somewhat complicated to disassemble, as it is composed of multiple layers of steel plates and hinges, and requires patience and skills. However, the interaction between the two was full of tacit understanding, and the movements of disassembling the armor were neat and skillful, as if it was a performance that had been rehearsed many years ago.

"It seems you have one too?" During this process, Malekith suddenly sensed something, and his eyes fell on Daquus's gauntlet.

"Yes, there are eight after all, aren't there? We obtained them not long ago, and Serene doesn't need them, so..." Daxus's hand paused slightly, then he raised his head with a faint smile on his lips.

"It's a pity to have it on your hand."

"How about, I give it to you?" Daqian looked directly at Malekith.

"I don't need it!" Malekith refused decisively, with a hint of pride in his tone. He pointed to the tray with his left hand, "This one is enough."

As the last piece of gauntlet was removed, the moment the armor fell off, under the gaze of the Duruchi nobles and the red dragons, a burnt hand was revealed. It was quietly exposed to the air, as if it carried an endless story. The burnt texture and faint red marks were like a symbol of past glory and pain, shocking and chilling.

"Please, don't do that." Seeing that Malekith was still not putting on the ring, Dacus frowned, his tone full of disgust. As he spoke, he casually placed the brass ring on Malekith's left palm.

He could help Malekith remove the armor, but he would never help Malekith put on the ring. This feeling was too fucking weird. After he saw Drusala, he couldn't think of how to explain it to Drusala, and he couldn't break down when he tried to think about it.

"You think too much. I'm just taking a look... just a look. I haven't looked at it for a long time." Malekith was slightly stunned, then shook his head with a smile.

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to his right hand exposed to the air. The charred palm looked particularly hideous in the light and shadow, yet full of tenacity. He stared at his right hand, recalling certain scenes from the past.

After a moment, his eyes returned to the brass ring in his palm. After a moment of silence, he finally put the ring on the ring finger of his right hand. The moment the ring slowly slid into place, a faint light flashed from the ring surface, as if responding to the call of some power.

"If I'm not mistaken, you will definitely say something to them and make some arrangements. So..." Malekith raised the corner of his mouth slightly, his voice low and cold, "I won't bother you anymore."

Before he finished speaking, his figure turned into nothingness with a gust of cold wind and disappeared into the air. However, in just a moment, his figure reappeared in front of the dignitaries, like a shadow suddenly appearing out of nothing. Before the dignitaries could fully react, his figure twisted again and appeared at the other end of the city wall the next second.

He looked down at the brass ring on his right ring finger, and was impressed by the power it gave him. His figure began to flicker again, as if he was manipulating space at will. One moment, he was standing on the top of the city wall, and the next moment, he was already at the bottom of the city wall, with cold footsteps on the ground, as if reminding people of his presence.

The power of the brass ring gave him the authority to control shadows. He didn't need words or movements. His body was like ink splashed randomly, able to flow anywhere, quickly gathering or dissipating.

The shadow is always with me.

Darkius was filled with emotion as he watched Malekith play.

At the end of time, Malekith came to Athel Loren and fought with the chaos forces led by Be'lakor with the elves and spirits. Hellebron was still alive at that time, but something happened before that.

At first, Hellebron fought for Athel Loren as hard as any other, and some thought her too devoted, willing to sacrifice her own lives if it meant victory. Her victories were always the bloodiest, and not always at the cost of the enemy.

Everything was fine at first, until a battle ended and the conflict became completely intensified.

Imrik of Caledor, the first Asur prince to support Malekith, engaged a massive war herd of beastmen. The situation became too dangerous for the proud dragon prince to call for reinforcements.

Lord Arras of Modren was the first to respond. He led the few troops of Modren to hold the left side, while Caledor's army held the center line. Not only Arras responded, but Hellebron also responded, but she was more willing to kill than to help Imrik. The witch elves and executioners attacked the beastmen's rear, tearing the beastmen in battle into a feast of blades and blood. The warriors from Har Ganthe were drunk with the slaughter, and when they met Modren's soldiers, they did not stop.

Lord Arras and half of Modren's warriors died in the battle, killed by Hellebron's followers.

Hellebron's actions ignited Imrik's wrath, and he petitioned Alarielle, and soon after, the two confronted Malekith, eventually convincing him to curb Hellebron's madness.

As a result, the cult of the Blood Queen was outlawed in Athel Loren, and Hellebron was stripped of all titles and offices.

After being humiliated in this way, Hellebron bitterly led her followers to Windrich, where there was a shrine to Khaine.

Soon after, on a dark and stormy night, Be'lakor sneaked into her dreams and tried to make Hellebron serve him without her knowing. However, Hellebron saw through his true nature at a glance, but it didn't matter. What mattered was that Hellebron felt she had been betrayed.

Then, Hellebron rebelled, embraced the Dark Gods, and took revenge on those who had wronged her.

In the process of fighting with Be'lakor's army, Malekith and Seraphon killed a Slaanesh Daemon. When the battle line stabilized, he was ready to support Alarielle. Just as Seraphon flapped his wings and prepared to take off, a shadow suddenly appeared in the bushes above his head and stabbed him in the back with a dagger.

If it were a different time and place, Shadow Blade might have succeeded.

But since Hellebron was exiled, Malekith had been waiting for an assassination, because he knew that Hellebron's appearance on the battlefield meant an assassination. In the battle with the demon, he paid some attention to the shadows surrounding him. There was nothing moving in the shadows that he could not perceive, so he sensed the approach of the assassin almost at the beginning.

However, Shadow Blade, as the best Kane assassin in Naggaroth in a thousand years, his performance was still somewhat incredible.

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Malekith turned in his saddle, but not before the dagger's blade struck, sparks flying and blood gushing from the cut. It was a blade coated in poison, and he felt the pain of it instantly.

In less than a second, a lightning-fast blow arrived, trying to cut his throat, he ducked his head to avoid the attack and left the saddle. The wind whistled around the two men, threatening to blow them into the air at any time, but the two men continued to fight, they were evenly matched, and every block and thrust was extremely fast.

Shadow Blade is faster, but Malekith's Destroyer is longer.

They were unable to hit each other, and Malekith swung the Destroyer, but all he hit was the air, but this also forced Shadow Blade to give up attacking and block several times.

At this moment, Seraphim flew under a giant branch of the Oak of Ages, shrouding the two in shadow.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Shadowblade growled and prepared to slit Malekith's throat. But he missed, and Malekith disappeared, the dagger stabbing into the air. Then, he screamed, and Malekith appeared from behind him and cut the Destroyer into his ribs.

When Seraphine emerged into the sunlight, he had slipped to the other side of the dragon's spine, the dagger falling from his unconscious hand. Malekith glanced at him, kicked him, and he fell off the dragon's spine without being able to stabilize himself, disappearing into the battle on the ground.

just now……

With the brass ring amplification, Malekith could disappear directly without relying on the environment. If he fought Shadow Blade again, he could completely avoid Shadow Blade's first attack, which was also Kane Assassin's strongest attack, and then...

Seeing Malekith playing, Dacus curled his lips and shook his head speechlessly, his eyes full of speechlessness towards this action. He took the box handed over by Frannes and turned to walk towards the location of the dignitaries.

"Kira! My dear Kira! Did you miss me?" He opened his arms, his voice was bright and full of familiarity.

"Of course." The moment Kira heard the call, a smile appeared on his face, and a hint of joy flashed in the only eye that was not covered by the blindfold.

In addition to being able to see Darkius again, she also clearly realized the fact that she was stable. Although her performance was not good, she still survived the storm. And the appearance of Darkius meant that her position was still safe and might even be further improved.

"I brought you a gift, but it will take a few days until things are almost done before I can give it to you." Dacus' tone was relaxed and a bit mysterious.

"I'm looking forward to it." Kira's response was brief, but the slight upward curve of her lips and her gentle tone showed that she had full faith in Daxus's promise.

Then, instead of hugging Draka and Hirsis like he did to Kira, Daxus fist-bumped with them. His movements were crisp and clear, with a hint of tacit understanding and ease.

"Aren't you hot?" Looking at the faint steam coming out of Draka's body, Daxus finally asked the question he had wanted to ask a long time ago, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

"Just right." Draka responded in a calm tone, and hot steam slowly overflowed from the seams of his armor, as if the power in his body was overflowing, giving people a sense of oppression that could not be ignored.

"Your baby son is back!" Daxus said with a smile after bumping fists with Hirsis.

"That's really good news." Hirsis raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, he nodded slightly, and the arc at the corners of his mouth showed his inner joy.

"Ah, my dear clan mother!" Daxus raised his eyebrows at Newkel, then opened his arms and walked quickly towards Annasara. His tone was full of enthusiasm and intimacy, with a bit of deliberate exaggeration.

Newker showed a helpless expression and couldn't help but sigh. At this moment, he felt that Dacus was his mother's son, and he...

Dacus walked straight to Anasara and hugged her tightly. Anasara opened her arms and hugged him back without hesitation. Although the armor was cold and hard, the hug was filled with warm affection.

"This armor suits you perfectly!" After letting go, Annasara looked at Daquus carefully and nodded with satisfaction, with a hint of relief and approval in her voice.

"Really? I think so too." Daxus replied with a smile.

Both of them laughed, and the greetings continued, with a relaxed and warm conversation. Anasara asked about his journey, and Daxus just gave a few simple but interesting descriptions, trying to reassure the other party.

After a moment, Dacus took Anasara's arm with a mysterious smile on his face. He slowly took out the exquisite box from Flanais and handed it to Anasara.

"I have prepared a little something, Mother, do you think I am satisfied?"

"Even though I knew it in advance, I'm still looking forward to it." Annasara's eyes lit up and the corners of her mouth raised slightly when she took the box.

The moment she opened the box, her eyes were filled with surprise and joy. She used her slender fingers to gently fiddle with the five rings, feeling the faint magical glow flowing on the surface of the rings, especially the brass ring in the center.

There are four gold rings and one brass ring in the box. The five magic rings are connected to each other, and the brass ring corresponding to the wind of Aksha is located in the middle. In addition to this precious ring, the other gold rings correspond to the influence of undead creatures, ghost creatures, beastmen and followers of Khorne, providing immunity to fear.

"Praise the Goddess of Magic, this... is really a wonderful workmanship." Anasara said softly, with admiration in her tone. She raised her head, smiling with a bit of relief and emotion, "I know how much thought you put into preparing this gift. You really never let me down. Thank you. This is the first time I have received such a precious gift. I like it very much."

After saying that, he looked at his son who was innocently implicated.

"Where is she?" Daxus' smile disappeared and he asked calmly.

"In the Kane Temple." Anasara turned her head slightly, her eyes fell on the gloomy and majestic building in Nagarond City, and then she sighed softly, "I'll go with you."

"Finish up, and head towards Gorond tomorrow morning!" Daxus nodded with a steady look, then turned to face Newkel and the others.

Newkel, Kira and the others nodded when they heard this.

"Like last time, you will be the commander-in-chief." Daxus's tone was unquestionable, with absolute trust in Newker's ability.

Newker straightened up, clenched his right fist and gently hit his chest, saluting.

Others responded and started moving.

"Let's go, clan mother." (End of this chapter)