Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

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

Flanais, holding a tray, walked down the ship slowly, his steps were calm and dignified. When he approached, Dacus looked at him, his eyes were firm, he nodded to Dacus, and then stepped forward.

Flanais was one of the planners of the raid on Moras, but he did not participate in the raid, but went to do something else.

Originally, Dacus planned to gather the admirals after the first Chapeyuto Wine Festival, hold a meeting to study and negotiate, 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 killing in Asheril in front of Slan and Serene. Another reason is that there is not enough time. It has to be organized and planned. This is nothing. The main thing is that the subsequent integration takes a lot of time. In addition to these two points, two admirals were involved in the political storm of Naggaroth.

So, just go back to Naggaroth and do it all at once. The navy and the army will reform at the same time, those who should be executed will be executed, those who should be promoted will be promoted, those who should be integrated will be integrated, and those who should retire will retire.

He is generous and kind, and he loves Druki.

So he chose to put up the curtain and give a speech. After all, some things were made up by him, because the barracks below the interests and shares were full of temporary strong men, and there was no point in killing them. Most of the grassroots soldiers were also innocent and were involved for no reason. They should not be made to pay for the political and institutional problems.

So he asked Aegirether to find out those family guards, identify what the family guards did before, how they became family guards, and what their duties were after becoming family guards.

He planned to keep a batch of these people, just as he said to Malekith just now, Naggaroth needs warriors. Druki, who became a family guard through military merit and martial arts, can be kept. Of course, the Black Guard Guards are out of the question, but he can take other paths, such as officers, imperial knights, etc.

As for the inheritance of the father to the son, or the more critical ones, such as a position or a family guard responsible for guarding the core...

Darkius can only say sorry.

Take the Hell Disaster Family as an example. Who dares to use Kesley, the family's law enforcement champion? Who dares to use the family guards guarding the main hall door and the door of Newkle's study?

These people are different from the group left by the Nagor. Strictly speaking, the Nagor failed in the civil war, so Darkius can keep the dignitaries from the Nagor, such as Buckron. But these people are different. Strictly speaking, these people are rebellious, which is not the same thing at all.

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

Those family members...

Darkius remembers clearly that when Walter was crying in the garden holding his father's body, he took others into the mansion of the Thorn Family. As for what they did...

What about the Orphan of Zhao, what about the Revenge? The stage of Nagaros is big, but it can't accommodate so many protagonists.

Among the more than ten admirals who returned to Nagaros, Admiral Moran Darkthorn of the Ultimate Oblivion and Admiral Elaine Destruction of the Desolate City were caught in the storm.

The Ultimate Oblivion was seen by Daquus when he returned to Krakarond after completing the Haxie Trial and passing through Karond Kar, and the Desolate City came from Nagarond.

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 behavior of their masters.

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

He nodded heavily to Daquus, which had already explained the result.

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

"Darkius, my dear Darkius, you have given me many gifts in return, no matter which one, it is much more important than what I gave you at the beginning. So..." Malekith smiled and interrupted Dacus unceremoniously.

"What about now?" Dacus's eyes swept back and forth between Malekith and the tray, and then he raised his hand and pointed at the items on the tray of Franais, with a tone of teasing and expectation.

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

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

"I'll do it. I'm familiar with this. After all, I've worn it before." Dax stepped forward with a chuckle and began to help Malekith remove the armor without hesitation, while saying something strange.

"Hahaha!" Malekith was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, with a hint of long-lost joy.

He knew what Dax was talking about. It was the illusion encountered during the expedition to the continent of Lustria. In the illusion, Dax wore 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 Darkus would never put on the Midnight Armor, nor would he become the Witch King of Naggaroth. This meant nothing to Darkus. No. Although Darkus is a child of the Hell Calamity family, he relies not on the family but on Lustria, which is why he can become friends with Darkus.

The disassembly of the armor is somewhat complicated. It is composed of multiple layers of steel sheets and hinges, and requires patience and skill. But the interaction between the two was full of tacit understanding, and the action of removing the armor was 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 Darkus' gauntlet.

"Yes, there are eight of them after all, right? I got them not long ago, and Sereni doesn't need them, so..." Darkus paused with his hand for a moment, then raised his head with a faint smile on his lips.

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

"How about giving it to you?" Darkus looked directly at Malekith.

"I don't need it!" Malekith refused decisively, with a bit of arrogance in his tone. He stretched out his left hand and pointed at the tray, "This one is enough."

As the last piece of gauntlet was removed, the moment the armor fell off, under the gaze of the Druchi dignitaries and the red dragons, a hand that was burnt black was exposed. It is quietly exposed in the air, as if it carries endless stories. The charred texture and faint red traces are like symbols of past glory and pain, which is shocking and chilling.

"Please, don't do this." Seeing Malekith's delay in putting on the ring, Darkus frowned, his tone full of disgust. As he spoke, he casually placed the brass ring on Malekith's left heart.

He can help Malekith take off the armor, but he will never help Malekith put on the ring. This feeling is really weird. After he sees Drusala, how can he tell Germany Rusala explained that she couldn't even think about it, and she couldn't stop thinking about it.

"You're overthinking it. I just took a look... and looked at it. I haven't looked at it for a long time." Malekith was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a half-smile.

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to his right hand exposed in the air. The charred palm looked particularly ferocious in the light and shadow, but it was also 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 hand. 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 surface of the ring, as if responding to the call of some kind of power.

"If I'm not wrong, you will definitely say something to them and make arrangements next. So..." Malekith raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his voice low and cold, "I won't disturb 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, as abrupt as a shadow appearing out of nothing. Before the dignitaries could fully react, his figure twisted again and appeared on the other side of the city wall the next second.

He glanced down at the brass ring on the ring finger of his right hand and sighed at the ability this ring gave him. His figure began to flicker again, as if he was controlling space at will. One moment, he was standing on the top of the city wall, and the next moment, he had appeared below the city wall, with cold footsteps on the ground, as if to remind people of his presence.

The power of the brass ring gives him the power to control the shadows. He does not need words or movements. His body is like a random splash of ink, which can flow anywhere and quickly gather or dissipate.

Shadows are always with me.

Watching Malekith play, Darkus felt a lot of emotions for a while.

At the end of the world, Malekith, who came to Athel Loren, brought the elves and spirits to fight with the forces of chaos led by Be'lak. Heliben was still alive at that time, but before that, Something happened.

Initially, Heribon fought for Athel Loren like everyone else, and some thought she was too devoted, willing to sacrifice her own lives as long as she could win. Her victories were always the bloodiest, and not necessarily the ones that cost the most to the enemy.

It was fine at first, until after a battle, the conflict completely intensified.

Imric of Caledor, the first Assur prince to side with Malekith, battles a massive beastman warband. Because the situation was too dangerous, the proud Dragon Prince had no choice but to call for reinforcements.

Lord Arath of Modrun was the first to respond. He led Modrun's few troops to hold the left side, while Caledor's army held the center line firmly.

Not only Arath responded, but Heliben also responded, but she was more willing to carry out a killing than to help Imric. The witch spirits and executioners attacked the rear of the beastmen, tearing the beastmen into a feast of blades and blood. The warriors from Hal Gancy were drunk on the slaughter. When they met the soldiers of Modron, they It didn't even stop.

Lord Arras and half of Modron's warriors perished in the battle, at the hands of Heliben's followers.

Imric's actions ignited the anger of Hellebore, and he petitioned Alarielle. Soon after, the two of them confronted Malekith, and finally convinced Malekith to limit Hellebron's madness.

The Blood Queen's cult was then outlawed in Athel Loren, and Hellebron was stripped of all her titles and positions.

Bitterly humiliated, Hellebron led her followers to Windrij, where a shrine to Khaine stood.

Not long after, on a dark and stormy night, Be'lakor entered her dreams, trying to unwittingly make Hellebron serve him. However, Hellebron saw through his true nature at a glance, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that Hellebron felt she had been betrayed.

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

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

In 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 that there would be 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 almost sensed the approach of the assassin at the beginning.

However, Shadow Blade, as the best Khaine assassin in Naggaroth in a thousand years, performed a little against the sky.

Malekith turned in the saddle, but still did not avoid the dagger blade. When the dagger cut into the midnight armor, sparks flew and blood gushed from the cut. This was a sharp blade coated with poison, and he immediately felt the pain brought by the poison.

In less than a second, a lightning strike came, trying to cut his throat. He ducked his head to avoid the attack and left the saddle. The wind whistled around the two men, and it could blow them into the air at any time, but the two men still fought. They were evenly matched, and every block and thrust was extremely fast.

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

Neither of them could hit the other, and Malekith's swing of Destroyer only hit the air, but this also forced Shadow Blade to give up and block several times.

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

Taking this opportunity, Shadow Blade let out a low roar and prepared to cut Malekith's throat. But he missed, and Malekith disappeared, and the dagger stabbed into the air. Then he let out a scream, and Malekith appeared from behind him and cut the Destroyer into his ribs.

When Seraphim appeared in the sunlight, he had slipped to the other side of the dragon's spine, and the dagger fell from his unconscious hand. Malekith took a look at him and kicked him. Unable to stabilize his body, he fell off the dragon's spine and disappeared into the battle on the ground.

Now...

With the power of the brass ring, Malekith can disappear directly without relying on the environment. If he fights Shadow Blade again, he can completely avoid Shadow Blade's first attack, which is also the strongest attack of Kane Assassin, and then...

Darkius curled his lips and shook his head speechlessly, his eyes full of speechlessness about this action. He took the box handed by Frannes casually and turned to walk towards the position of the dignitaries.

"Kira! My dear Kira! Have you missed me?" He opened his arms, his voice was hearty, full of familiar intimacy.

"Of course." Kira smiled when he heard the call, and a trace of joy flashed in his one eye that was not covered by the eye mask.

In addition to being able to see Darkius again, she also clearly realized a fact that she was stable. Although her performance was not good, she still survived the storm. And the appearance of Darkius means that her status is still safe and sound, and may even go further.

"I brought you a gift, but I have to wait a few days and give it to you when things are almost done." Darkius's tone was relaxed and a bit mysterious.

"I'm looking forward to it." Kira's response was brief, but the slight upward arc of her mouth and her gentle tone showed that she believed in Dacus's promise.

Then, instead of hugging Draka and Hirsis like he did to Kira, Dacus bumped fists with them. The action was neat and tidy, with a hint of tacit understanding and ease.

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

"Just right." Draka responded in a calm tone, and the scorching 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!" After bumping fists with Hirsis, Dacus said with a smile.

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

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

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

Darkus walked straight to Anasara and hugged the clan mother tightly. Anasara also opened her arms and hugged him back without hesitation. Although the armor was cold and hard, the hug was full of warm affection.

"This armor really suits you!" After Anasara let go, she looked at Darkus carefully, nodded with satisfaction, and there was a hint of relief and approval in her voice.

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

Both of them laughed, and the greetings continued. The conversation was full of ease and warmth. Anasara asked about his journey, and Darkus passed it by with a few simple but interesting descriptions, trying to reassure the other party.

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

"I've prepared a little something, Mother, see if you're 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 slightly raised when she took the box.

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

There were four gold rings and one brass ring in the box. The five magic rings were connected to each other, and the brass ring corresponding to the wind of Akshay was in the middle. In addition to this precious ring, the other gold rings corresponded 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 craft." Annasara said softly, with admiration in her tone. She raised her head, smiling with some relief and emotion, "I know how much thought you put into preparing this gift. You have never let me down. Thank you. This is the first time I have received such a precious gift. I like it very much."

After that, she looked at her innocent son again.

"Where is she?" Daquus's smile disappeared, and he asked calmly.

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

"Finish up, and head to Gorond tomorrow morning!" Daquus nodded, his eyes steady, and then turned to Newker and others.

Newker and Kira nodded when they heard it.

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

Newker straightened up, clenched his right fist and gently hammered it on his chest, and saluted.

Others also responded and moved.

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