Just being a dark elf in Warhammer - Chapter 831

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Darkius stood on the city wall, and the dragon armor he wore exuded an undeniable majesty, 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 tone, like the color of the deep sea, faintly exuding a mysterious and profound atmosphere. The golden edging shines against the background of the armor, like the interweaving of flames and the deep sea, and every line is like a fate mark tailored 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 Darkius’s power. The shoulder armor is wing-shaped, and the open lines 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 armor on the waist is tight and flexible, and the inlaid rubies are like burning flames, forming a sharp contrast with the overall cold 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 design of the hand armor and arm guard is simple but deadly. The dragon scale armor wraps his arms, and every time he raises his hands, there is the power of dragon claws cutting through the sky. The leg armor and boots are perfectly matched with the overall design. The blue and gold scale armor wraps his legs, making him walk like a giant dragon overlooking the earth.

Daquus’s posture is straight, with his hands behind his back, and the whole person exudes an unparalleled calmness and confidence. Malekith stood not far away and cast a scrutinizing look at him. His presence and the design of the armor complement 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 dignified.

And his unquestionable leadership, every breath he takes seems to ignite the souls of all the Duruchi, making all those who look at him feel awe, but can’t help but follow him.

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

Standing in such armor, Daquus is not an ordinary Duruchi, he is a symbol, an incarnation, the undisputed sword and glory of Nagaros.

The embrace between Daquus and Malekith is full of a strange solemnity and intimacy. The silver-blue dragon armor and the obsidian-like black armor collided with each other, making a low and profound sound between metals, as if announcing the intersection of the wills of the two leaders. The silver-blue and dark black figures are particularly vivid in the sun, one symbolizing the power of rebirth, and the other representing indestructible authority. Their cooperation will change the future of Nagaros.

“Don’t you want to kneel down to me?”

The hug lasted for a moment, and after it ended, Dacus took a step back, with his usual smile on his face and a somewhat unruly joking tone.

At the end of the world, Malekith knelt down to Ironhide, but that was hundreds of years later. And it’s still unclear whether it can happen. If it can still happen, wouldn’t Dacus have come here in vain?

So, what Dacus was talking about was not the end of the world, but what happened when Malekith returned to Ulthuan from the Chaos Wasteland when he was young and broke through Tar Anlek. Malekith knelt down on one knee to Aris in front of three generations of the Anar family. (Chapter 566)

Before that, Malekith knelt down to Baalshana in the meeting of Eden Valley on who would be the second Phoenix King. (Chapter 480)

So, kneeling on iron sheets, basic exercises…

“Turning over the host? Don’t you know what happened afterwards? I remember I told you more than once.” Malekith raised his chin slightly after hearing this, with a rare sense of relaxation in his smile. After saying this, he moved a little closer and added in a low but clear voice, “The one standing in front of me is my friend, not my subject.”

The surrounding dignitaries, black guards, and majestic red dragons witnessed all this. They were like silent spectators on the stage, surrounding the two most important figures in the history of Duruchi, without a doubt.

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

“Welcome back to Naggaroth again, Dakwus, my friend.”

“It’s my honor!” Dakwus nodded slightly, with a rare seriousness on his face, and a sincere and firm tone from the heart.

Although their conversation was light, it caused a strong shock invisibly. The word friend spoken by Malekith had too much meaning.

“Your speech just now was excellent, and even my emotions were completely mobilized by you.” Malekith’s tone revealed a rare admiration.

“This should have been what you did.” Dacus’s eyes were calm and calm, with a hint of teasing, but also meaningful.

“You know me, Dacus.” Malekith shook his head slightly, his voice was low and with a hint of self-mockery, and then he spoke again, with an imperceptible recognition in his voice, “This armor suits you very well.”

“As far as I know, Alasya…”

“I am used to everything about this armor.” Malekith interrupted Dacus’s words, his tone was casual but unquestionable, as if declaring that the Midnight Armor had become a part of him.

“Do you know why I just said that?” Darkus shrugged, with a hint of exploration in his tone.

“oh?”

Darkus did not answer immediately, but just smiled faintly. There was a bit of cunning in that smile, but there was also an unfathomable meaning hidden in it. Then he took out an arrow from behind and handed it to Malekith.

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

“Sulefit? It seems to be this name? Of course, this is not important anymore. What is important is that it died under this arrow.”

“You mean… Aris is in Naggaroth now?” Malekith paused, the orange firelight swaying, his voice low and alert.

“Yes, I saw him just now. Even though it was the first time I saw him, I’m pretty sure it’s him.” Darkus nodded, his eyes so deep that he seemed to be able to see through the curtain of time.

“A tough opponent…”

Darkus didn’t answer Malekith’s words. Didn’t he find a difficult opponent by himself? When you chose one of the two, you chose your mother and pushed the Anar family out of your arms. Later, you made a lot of tricks. .

In fact, there are other ways to handle this matter, and it shouldn’t be so rough. But now it has no meaning. After all, there is no way to go back to the past, unless Colonia gives some strength to point out the dump truck, and the whole thing goes out to hit the jackpot.

Now, Malekith once again made a choice, but this time, contrary to that time, he pushed his mother out of his arms and chose the Hellscream family.

Put aside personal emotions and just talk about politics, which is as rough as ever.

“He may be snooping in the distant forest, looking at this huge military camp and the ark parked on the sea, but that’s not important.” Darkus turned around and cast his eyes on the military camp not far away, his voice was low but firm, After a pause, he continued, “The important thing is that the Nagaros now and in the future are no longer the Nagaros he imagined. It has been thousands of years…”

He originally wanted to say that he would still be the same B after thousands of years, but it was not good to say it. There was a hidden meaning, and he was mocking Malekith in a vague way. After all, in some aspects, Malekith could completely compete with Ali. Sri Lanka competes on the same stage.

“What do you want to do?” Malekith asked after a moment of silence.

“The premise of what I do depends on you, my majesty.” Darkus leaned on the battlements, folded his arms, and looked at Malekith.

He threw the choice to Malekith. This is the east of Naggaroth, not the east of Naggareth. The army was readily available, and if Malekith wished, he could mobilize counter-troops and raiding ships to round up Aris. If you can’t catch it in one day, just take one month. If you can’t catch it in one month, take one year, ten years, or twenty years. Spend it slowly and play slowly. Druchi has this capital.

Of course, you can also pretend you don’t know anything, or make other choices. For example, you can choose to meet Aris, then kneel down again and beg Aris for forgiveness, or be taken away with an arrow by Aris who is extremely angry.

“What do you want to do?” Malekith asked again.

After hearing the repeated words, Darkus nodded first, then shook his head to Malekith and gestured in the direction of Coran. He is him, and Kou Lan is Kou Lan. They are not in the same system. In terms of procedures, he couldn’t directly ask Kou Lan to do something. If Kou Lan did it, then Kou Lan would have to stay…

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

“The second son of Finubar and Morarion is here.” After Coran and the dignitaries retreated, Darkus said in a low voice, with a hint of meaning in his tone.

“It seems that your memory is not as good as mine.” Malekith teased at first, then changed the topic and his tone became slightly more serious, “However, it seems that you have gained a lot from your trip to Ersin Alvin. The results are not small.”

“Of course!”

Darkus took the words without hesitation, his tone filled with determination and pride. After he finished speaking, he suddenly laughed softly, and the laughter seemed to contain the calmness of winning.

Malekith was stunned for a moment, looked at Darkus for a moment, and then laughed loudly, with a bit of joy and a hint of hidden recognition in his laughter.

“So…Nagaris is not important anymore…is it?” After the laughter subsided, Malekith shook his head slightly and spoke slowly. The breath is low and distant, as if he is exploring or talking to himself.

“Just like when we first met.”

“How am I cooperating?”

“Very good.” Darkus gave a thumbs up without hesitation, his eyes full of affirmation. At the beginning, he and Malekith discussed strategic issues. It was very rough and had many problems and flaws. However, Malekith did not criticize or ridicule, but followed his thoughts and studied it, just like It’s like playing house with a child.

“Although there are still some problems with the details, I always believe that my strategy is fine. Whether it is letting Finubar open the situation or we go into battle personally, the first step must be to capture Lothern. The fall of Lothern has The huge significance, whether political, geographical, or symbolic, is more important and intuitive than the direct reconstruction of Alec.”

“I agree.” Malekith nodded first, then looked at Darkus, and the fire in his eyes became hotter. “What next? Is it my turn to go to the Temple of Asuryan?”

“You can also choose… to bypass it.” Dacus 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, Nagarys is really not important anymore.” The laughter gradually subsided, and Malekith said in a firm tone.

“Yes.”

No matter what Finnubar chooses, Duruchi must first attack Lothern, occupy the Kingdom of Itain, and use Itain as an advance and frontier base. If all goes well, Itain, Iris and Cosqui Kingdom will be connected, and there is no need to use troops. If it doesn’t go well, as he said to Marin, friends will no longer be friends.

Moreover, no matter whether it goes well or not, after occupying Lothern, they must march to the Kingdom of Safri. Food and magic determine the importance of the Kingdom of Safri. Then march north, sea and land at the same time, and occupy the Kingdom of Avalon.

With the northeast, east, southeast and south of Ulthuan under the control of Druki, the next step is to advance northward and westward.

There are more strategic options. If everything goes well, the Kingdom of Cherith can be handed over to the coalition forces of Cosqui and Druki, and the attack of the Kingdom of Cherith can be stopped. Or, like the northern Geler, the capital of the Kingdom of Cherith, Tal Achar can be surrounded for a long time to tie down the few troops of the Kingdom of Cherith.

At this point, Dacuus predicted that Druki would have a decisive battle with the main force of Asur on the plains of the Kingdom of Arion, and then it would be a bad battle. Druki would completely occupy the inner ring and cut off the supply of the resistance forces.

Therefore, Caledor and the Kingdom of Arion have the highest priority in terms of resolution. Druki would completely occupy the inner ring, and forget about the Kingdom of Terenlock, which is already in such a state, and the land has sunk into the sea.

After the decisive battle, Druki’s army can completely block the Griffin Gate and Phoenix Gate, and the navy can land at the border between Terenlock and the Kingdom of 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. Then let the navy maneuver and land in the Vast Ocean and the Inland Sea, so that the enemy will be exhausted and shrink.

There are many choices, but no matter how 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. Aris swears to defend Anlek to the death?

Put an end to the 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.

Daquus did not ask Malekith if he had Alzheimer’s disease. He knew what Malekith was asking, and he shifted from strategy to 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… None of these are suitable for me.” He paused here, considering what to say next. Then, he lowered his voice, as if to share a secret, “In addition, I can tell you a piece of news that is not very accurate.”

“Oh?”

“Snorri does not seem to be dead?” Dacuus said this lightly, but it was like thunder in the sky.

“Impossible! I saw him die with my own eyes! I also attended his funeral! This is absolutely impossible!” Malekith’s tone suddenly rose, with a bit of shock and anger.

“He was angered by you!” Dacuus 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 the dwarf ancestor god Granni, and you know the dwarf tradition… if you don’t have Alzheimer’s disease.”

“This…” Malekith was about to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by Dacus’s action.

Dacus’s face suddenly changed, his expression 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 the dwarf, and the whole person was fierce, as if he was going to rush over in the next second and hit Malekith hard.

His performance was too funny and abstract, or perhaps it was a direct hit on some hidden guilt in Malekith’s heart, which made Malekith involuntarily take a step back.

“So… what do you want to do?” Dacus’s expression instantly returned to calm, staring at Malekith sharply, and stretched out his right hand again, with his palm spread out.

“To be honest… I don’t know.” Malekith was silent for a moment, raised his head, took a deep breath and said, his tone revealed a rare sense of helplessness and hesitation.

“Then… let’s change the subject, the mission just now failed.” Daquus nodded.

It’s boring to talk about this now.

“What do you want to do?”

“I am a descendant of the Hell’s Disaster Family, so… you know, once something starts, there is no possibility of turning back. Do we say… it’s okay? It was just a joke before? Calm down and don’t take it to heart. Then let the barbarians entrenched in Gorond return the same way? Go back to where they came from? If it doesn’t work, give them some travel expenses?”

“From a macro perspective, those who cannot enter the new era have lost the 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 convening of the Dark Council will be postponed for a few more days. I have cleaned up and am waiting. I can’t wait for my friends to come.” After a moment, Malekith sighed softly, and then his tone suddenly changed, revealing a cold determination: “Do it!”

“Of course.” Daquus nodded, with a sharp light flashing in his eyes. Then, he waved to Ajirethe. In terms of procedures, he couldn’t let Kolan do anything, but he could let Ajirethe do something.

“Dear Chief Archon!” Ajirethe did not stand with the dignitaries, but stood alone. After seeing the call, he immediately stepped forward quickly, bowed and saluted, and his movements were meticulous.

“Wrong, the prefix from now on will be honorable.” Dacus corrected in a relaxed tone, even with a bit 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.

“The honorable chief archon!” Malekith could laugh, but Ajirethe did not dare to slack off at all, and his head lowered even deeper.

“Thank you for your hard work. Go to the barracks and detain those officers and family members in the city. Remember, detain them separately. Those family guards should not be moved for the time being, but it is necessary to identify clearly what they did before, how they became family guards, and what their duties are after becoming family guards.”

“Yes!” Ajirethe accepted the order in a deep voice, bowed deeply again, his tone was firm and without hesitation. Then, he slowly stepped back and left, his movements were elegant and cautious.

“Wait.” Dacus suddenly called Ajirethe.

Ajirethe stopped and raised his head, with a little doubt in his eyes.

“Also, salute, don’t bow.” Dacus slowly raised his right hand, pounded his fist against his chest, and then raised his hand high.

“We are Duruchi! We never bow!” Aegirather was stunned for a moment, and then a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in his eyes. He straightened his body, imitated Dacus’s movements, and said loudly.

“It seems that you are going to let some people go? Just like you did in Hag Graves?” Malekith, who was speechless, laughed again.

“Yes, I love them.”

“Your way of loving is very special.” Malekith teased softly, with both helplessness and some recognition in his tone.

“There are many ways to love, just like what happened just now. Naggaroth needs warriors, don’t worry, I know it in my heart. There will never be a family guard standing guard at the gate first, and then standing guard in front of your throne room.”

Malekith nodded, not entangled in this matter. Since Dacus is going to keep a group of people, then keep them, and Dacus has made it very clear.

“Go to the Black Tower, or…” Malekith looked around. The meeting was over and the decision had been made. It was meaningless to continue standing here. He dragged out his tone and his eyes fell on Annasara and her son.

“Go…” Daquus opened his mouth and was about to suggest finding a place to make further arrangements, but before he finished speaking, he saw a raider approaching the edge of the city wall not far away.

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