Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 161 11. Tower of Cold
Dacius spent a few days wandering around on the Black Ark Vicious Temple. After 5000 years of development, the entire black ark has a feeling of a dark mountain city, and it is a dizzy turn.The entire black ark is like a small city floating on the sea, filled with all kinds of illegal buildings, prisons, cells, torture houses and houses of flesh and blood abound. The most amazing thing is that there is a small field on board Zhuang available for planting.He didn't like this antique and messy design. He decided that his flagship would leave a large open space in the future, which would be convenient for the air force to take off and land.

The Vicious Temple was advancing in the Naggaroth underground sea, and soon arrived at Hagrid Grave, but it did not stop, but continued northward to Naggarond.

Not long after, the Malevolent Temple sailed out of the subterranean sea, the skies were disturbed by the ever-changing hues of the Northern Lights, the stars were as relentless as diamonds, and the twin moons cast strange shadows on the foggy and icy landscape.A flat, featureless plain appeared in Dacius' vision. The plain stretched between the curved arms of the desolate mountainside. Naggarond was like a giant dragon lying on the plain.

Naggarond, a black jewel in a crown of iron and blood, is a monument to cruelty and darkness, the malevolent heart of a ruthless kingdom.Also known as the Tower of Cold or the City of Cold, this city is Drutch's oldest and largest city, and quite possibly the most evil place in the medieval world.

The dark and ruthless city walls and towers towered in the dawn sky, shining like a thousand eyes, giving people a feeling of cold and empty.Palaces and minarets pierced the skyline like a smiling mouth, but this mouth was full of needle-like fangs.Barbed iron gates blocked the entrance to the city, and clusters of blue flames flickered on the surface of the city walls cast in black marble. Naggarond was black, and eternal hatred was dug from the cold marble and unyielding steel. , endowed the Durucci race with an indomitable heart.A tallest building made of boulders was looming, and he knew it was the mighty Black Tower of Malekith.

"It's a bit outrageous, it's almost summer and it's still so cold. No wonder Maranul was so resistant at the beginning, I really pushed my good brother into the fire pit!" Dacius thought while lying on the balcony fence of the black tower of the Vicious Temple Well, when he thought about coming to such a horrible city, what kind of adjutant he would be for the horrible Malekith, he felt a little stomachache.But then again, as Malekith's adjutant family, isn't it natural for the Hell's disaster family to be Malekith's adjutant?Especially when there is only one crazy woman Holly Ben left in Alandrian's line.

Speaking of Naggarond, one must mention Admiral Barnes Baler's Black Ark Nagor. After the Great Sundering, when Drucci arrived at their new home, Malekith wanted to show his power. To demonstrate his dominion over the new lands and the whole of Drucci society.Therefore, he turned to the wizards on the Nagor and ordered them to create a magic to transport his own black ark to the mainland.

Once the Nagreth's famous center of magical knowledge, the mages of the Nagre obeyed the order and, at great cost, moved the Ark of Malekith inland to provide the great city of Naga Lund laid the groundwork.

Not long after, the mages of Nagor moved their black ark farther north than Malekith's seat of power.Some legends claim that the mages simply wished to be able to carry on with their magical research, away from the petty intrigues of the kingdom, while other, more cynical tales suggest that the mages on the Nagol intended to send a message to Malekith, reminding him It was their power that helped cement Malekith's preeminence.

Not long after, Malekith reads the doom prophecy for the first time, and he outlaws the use of magic by Drucci males, the mages become Doompyromancers, and the Nagor is thawed out of its ice.

In the morning, the Malicious Temple began to slowly enter the port.

The entrance of a huge tower was a small fortress. Dacius saw a double gate made of polished steel plates nearly ten meters high.He shook his head in wonder. The fortifications of Krakarond, he thought, were formidable, but nothing compared to the formidable size of Naggarond.Teams of black guards of Naggarond stood there silently in a neat array, and each black guard wore a golden Hadrika on his chest. He saw the Hadrika of the black guard at the head It is engraved with the pattern of iron hands holding the moon.

In the team, Annasara mother and son glanced at the officer and nodded, but did not speak.

"Koran Blackhand!" Dacius probably guessed who this Black Guard officer was.

Colean's eyes fixed on the hooded Genevieve of the team, and after staring for a while, he quickly turned his eyes elsewhere.

"It's really designed for war." The team of Krakalund entered a long and wide tunnel under the gatehouse. Darkness approached from all directions. Dacius raised his head and vaguely saw the arrow holes and oil ducts above his head and sighed.

The procession emerged from the tunnel into a large open square, in the style of other Drucci cities.The square is surrounded by tall buildings with black marble heads, and the oak doors are closed tightly.The candlestick hanging at the door gave off a penetrating candlelight, forming a flickering pool of light in the twisting road.No flowers, no applause, no welcome queue, no waiting carriages, nothing.Drucci in the procession walked in unison, their footsteps clattering thunderously on the gray cobblestones of the road and echoing off the close walls.

All Druch cities are dangerous, labyrinthine, full of dead ends and confusing corners, trapping and killing the unwary Druch, but Naggarond is unlike anything Dacius has ever seen Krakarond and the Malevolent Temple.Entering the city of Naggarond, almost every street ends at a crossroad, which connects to three other narrow alleys, all of which lead in unpredictable directions.None of the buildings he saw had signs or imprints to say what they were, and if there was a market square anywhere, he had never seen one.He might be completely lost within a few minutes, and he was well aware that the group was only entering the outskirts of the city.

The team walked through the maze of the city for more than an hour, not seeing a single Druch except for the echoes of the team passing by.No moving object was seen along the way, no townspeople, no city watch, no slaves, no hooligans or thieves.

Three defensive walls subdivided the city, closed by three heavier iron gates.Tall, silent marble houses pressed tightly against the sides of these inner walls, and as the first of Drutch's six cities, Dacius felt that Naggarond was growing with the prosperity of Drutch society. Growing in fits and starts, expanding beyond its own walls again and again until it was ringed in layers like a gnarled old tree.

After walking for a whole morning, the team finally passed through the fourth city wall. The magical light shot out from the eyes of the black dragon statues towering on both sides of the gate. The black dragon's outstretched wings were made of forged black steel, as sharp as a sword.Within the gatehouse stood a mass of densely packed towers, like clumps of polished spear blades.

The team continued to move forward, and it was almost noon before they came to a tower mansion.

This is the residence of the Scourge of Hell family in Naggarond, which is equivalent to an office.

(End of this chapter)