Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 174 24. Brother
At night, the lower floor of the Malekith Black Tower was brightly lit, and the dining area echoed with the wild laughter of Brother Dacius and his followers.

Holding a wine glass in one hand and a pipe in the other, Kewell performed an extremely funny mime with a hippie smile on his face, which aroused the laughter of the rich and powerful children present. Dacius could feel Kewell’s mood today when he smiled. Really good, probably because the marriage of Kewell's sister and Maranul was finalized.Ren shouted hello, raised his head and drank the blood wine in the glass, and walked to Kewell to interact with the empty glass. The atmosphere of the banquet was pushed to a climax at this time. For the marriage of the Keus brothers, all kinds of toasts and gifts came, and the sorceresses laughed wantonly while talking about it.

Sirsis led his followers to stop at a far corner. He listened to the hustle and bustle of the dining area, and his expression kept changing. After hesitating for a while, he waved his hand lightly to signal to the followers. follow him.

"My lord?" a servant following behind asked cautiously.

Sirsis didn't speak, but turned around and stared fiercely.

After a while, Sirsis showed up in the dining area with his followers. There was no surprise banquet, nor any bloody banquet. He can't shake the power and power, and the few sorceresses around Dacius are not something he can afford, one is okay but there are four.He also participated in the Midnight Gathering, and after several nights of conspiring with several Dreadlords he knew well, he found that there was basically no solution.

Especially after the convening of the Dark Council, they found that Dacius and they were not in the same order of magnitude, and they seemed to understand what the Witch King meant. If they forcibly used some means, they might offend the Witch King, and their end would be to be punished by the Witch King. Fancy hanging from the wall to feed the harpies.Besides, if the disaster family of hell is angered, there will be no need for extra ships, food, meat, and giant beasts. Few of the fear lords who have mixed up to this point are mediocre people. How long, maybe one day he will be on the Eternal Hall.After hearing some rumors, he struggled with raising funds, and finally decided to let him come forward.

The appearance of Hirsis made this small banquet appear short-lived. However, the dignitaries of Krakalond quickly reacted and became vigilant while having fun.The smiles of the sorceresses still remained on their faces, but one of their hands was placed in a dark place, somewhere Hirsis could not see, behind the back, or under the table, as if they were preparing for something. , After swallowing the food in their mouths, they stopped eating and just drank. They were waiting for something.

Dacius observed Sirsis and the followers behind him. Only Sirsis was still wearing that set of armor, and the followers were not dressed in ordinary clothes, as if they were going to launch a surprise attack.

Maranul and Dacius glanced at each other quickly, and then he walked slowly in front of Sirsis with a full smile, talking in a low voice, and he even made a gesture of dinner invitation, Sirthis's There was also a smile on his face, and he tried to communicate with him in a low voice.

Feeling Sirsis' gaze, Dacius raised his wine glass and nodded to Sirthis.Hirsis turned his head again to Maranul and shook his head slightly while refusing something with a smile. Soon Hirsis' followers carried boxes of heavy gifts and placed them in the dining area, and briefly said After a few polite words, Sirsis politely took his leave.

Flanais saw the gaze that Dacius was looking at, and after knowing it, he directly pulled out the serrated dagger, got up and walked to the boxes full of gifts to open them one by one. He carefully stirred the gifts inside with the serrated dagger to confirm After there was nothing strange lurking in the box, he turned around and nodded to Dacius.

The banquet continued as usual, followed by music and dancing.

Malanur sat back on the chair again, smiled sinisterly at his younger brother sitting opposite him, and then shook his head slightly. The dignitaries did not discuss the appearance of Hirsis, as if Hirsis had never appeared just now .

Drusala, who joined today, saw all this in her eyes. She and the three sorceresses continued to drink and laugh wantonly, watching the Dacius brothers secretly from time to time.

"It seems to me that he wants to reconcile? To ease the relationship? There are quite a lot of gifts." Malanur said with a smile while kicking the box lightly.

"Maybe? Then let's give him some benefits. Look at this, my brother." Dacius rubbed his forehead. The wine he drank just now was a little bit stronger. At this moment, his head hurts.

"Okay, leave it to me. Rest, my brother." Maranul saw that Dacius was not in a good state. He patted Dacius on the shoulder, turned and left.

"Many friends, many roads. Who is our enemy? Who is our friend? Make more friends? Make fewer enemies? This seems to be irrelevant in a sick society like Drucci. ? Who knows? Just wait and see." Dacius looked at the neat rows of golden Sovereigns in the box and thought for a while. He knew Hirsis wanted to reconcile, but the problem was that Dac The Us brothers seem to have no enmity with Sirsis. The reason for the matter is that Sirthis was unilateral and purely jealous at the beginning, and he can understand it. He can understand Sirthis' mentality too well. Maybe If he was replaced by Sirsis, he might have one too.

Drusala was assigned to a vacant room. Dacus was not obsessed with Drusala's beauty. The situation is reckless.The soul of the foreign one, Drusala, has been controlled by Moratha?This is so exciting to think about!It seemed that some strange achievement had been achieved.He shook his head quickly, dismissing these idle thoughts.

The next morning, the radiant Dacius came to the black steel gate of the throne room. Sirsis stood there nervously with two young Druccis, as if waiting for the Witch King's summons.He walked over with his hands behind his back, nodded to Sirsis through the faint light, and began to observe the two Duruccis, because he felt a trace of fate in one of them. The power, of course, is not as surging as the Dark Council a few days ago. It is normal for the legends and bosses of Drucci to gather in the Council Hall that day.As for the last time?It was in Spikazuma, before he was about to leave the Lustria continent, the legends and bosses of the Hesiota faction were all there in the small air competition.

Hirsis didn't say anything, but pointed to the two young Duruccis at Dacius, tapped his own breastplate, and bowed his head to Dacius to salute.He couldn't figure out why the Witch King suddenly summoned his two sons. Did Dacius say something to the Witch King after the banquet last night?

"Good guy, Malus when I just returned to Karond, Roxia and Lakas from Karond Karon? And this one in front of you, that assassin from the tree farm? Hal Gonci's Leach ? I seem to be more or less offended, or because the forces do not deal with each other. I really admire myself, I am such a genius!" Dacius only took a few glances, and the one that exuded a weak force of fate There is a very long wound next to Drucci's left ear, and the wound has not yet healed. It seems that it was formed not long ago, but he knows this location. This scar should be a good thing done by Flanais. It is a master He knew too well what he taught, and after laughing at the two Duruccis, he turned his head and nodded at Sirsis, and then pushed open the black steel gate and went in.There is no communication, and this is not a place for communication, and he probably guessed who these two should be, but at this time, the hair of that person is still silvery white, the skin is pale, there are a few freckles on the face, and the eyes are pure emerald green. green.

Sure enough, the rumors of Naggarond were true, and the two Duruccis also knew who the dignitary was smiling at them.The two of them looked at Dacius with some trepidation, afraid of the aura, power and power that Dacius radiated.The two of them looked at Dacius's back in shock, and saw that Dacius could freely enter and exit the pitch-black throne room, but the two Drouches did not exchange any words or eyes.

After Dacius got used to the short-term discomfort, he saw Malekith still standing there in the pitch-black throne room, maintaining the posture of the day before yesterday.Instead of asking for instructions, he walked over slowly and looked at the map on the table. It seemed that the map on the table had been changed, but the kraft paper he left the day before yesterday was still there, but there seemed to be more on the kraft paper. some content.

The witch lamp in the throne room was silently lit. Dacius saw the map of Ulthuan on the table, and he couldn't help gasping. The already cold throne room seemed even colder under his twitch. up.Because he saw that the content on the map was very detailed. It marked every major city, fortress, town, acropolis, garrison, fagao tower, shipyard, farmland, and place where weapons and armor were forged in the Inner and Outer Ring Kingdom.The Phoenix King's Court is represented by a small jewelry statue, but it is not placed on Lothern at this time, but placed on the table outside the map. Lothern on the map is replaced by the jewelry statue of the Witch King. There were also some jewels representing Drucci's army on the table, and he saw the family's coat of arms and the army represented by the coat of arms.

"My dear Dacius, how is the date going? Did you have a wonderful night last night?" Malekith kept on keeping that action, and he teased a little jokingly.

A face scorched by the holy fire of Asuryan twisted into an almost humorous expression under the midnight armor. Malekith did not observe Dacius's date yesterday, nor did he review his past events, let alone Not being tempted again to reminisce about the bygone years.Though his flesh was unbearably tormented by the burning pain, he would retreat into his thoughts of the past.This was not to escape pain, but to relieve the boredom that Asuryan flames had eaten away at his intelligence.He had been looking at that piece of kraft paper and thinking yesterday, thinking about Dacius' strategic and tactical arrangements, thinking about what Dacius recorded, thinking about Dacius' views and disapproval of the current Drucci politics, thinking about Dacius Uth said to bring back the phoenix crown for him to be crowned, thinking about the so-called impending chaos of Daxuus.

"Very bad, Your Majesty." Dacius said in a low tone.

"Oh, my bad mother won't do certain things for no reason. You have to grasp it. When you can't grasp it, you can come to me."

Dacius nodded and didn't say anything. He doesn't want to get entangled in this issue now. He knows what Drusala represents, and he also knows what the so-called assurance is, and he knows what it is not to grasp. When the time comes It's time to do some black magic work, which touches the soul.

Dorian Silver Blade, the eldest son of the dread lord Hirsis, was waiting nervously in front of the black steel gate. He spent the past few years in the northern stronghold, where he defended against The Yankees and Chaos who went south, returned to Naggarond with the Dreadlords who participated in the Dark Council after their service.

Dorian didn't think about Dacius who had already entered, but searched his guts to think about his words and deeds in the past few months, wondering if there was anything wrong that caused the Witch King's anger.Since he had been summoned by the Witch King this morning, he couldn't figure out what was going on.

Dorian thought about it carefully, and found that there was nothing wrong with it.Not even one of his most ambitious henchmen made a single act or statement that could be construed as disloyal.If anyone made something up, they would soon see how foolish it was to lie to the Witch King.Because the Witch King has his own sources and double-checks everything carefully.He had done his duty in an exemplary manner, gilding and at the same time defending the northern frontiers from the Yankees and Chaos, fighting on and on.

But Dorian also understands that no matter how faithfully he performs his duties, he will never be favored by the Witch King forever. Keus?He quickly shifted his focus again. He knew that Dacius was different from him, and that was not something he could look up to. He also knew that yesterday his father took out a lot of Sovereign and treasures from the treasury, as if it was Presented to Dacius as a gift.

However, like other Druccis, Dorian also has dark secrets.And he is also in a lover relationship with a sorceress, who knows many secrets of the powerful, but not all informers are particularly favored by the Witch King.He suspected that things were not as he thought, maybe there was something else, had he slipped his tongue to his lover?Could it be that his lover betrayed him because of this?His lover was as loyal to Morathi as he was to Malekith, but that meant nothing.Mothers and sons would share information about their minions and even use each other at times, as this has been the case for thousands of years in Naggaroth.

Dorian was a little suspicious. Could it be that when he was drunk, he said something outrageous to his lover?He is more tolerant of sharing secrets than his lover.Of course, the fact that his lover was a sorceress, a follower of Morathi, a member of the Sisterhood naturally aroused suspicion, but the Witch-King knew it.Because he had reported to the Witch King about his affairs with his lover a long time ago, he monitored his lover no less than his lover monitored him, and this is how Drucci gets along with each other a lot of the time.

Perhaps Dorian might have missed something, or the Witch King would have brought up some indiscretion he had long forgotten and punished him for it.This is not the first time either.He had heard many rumors that the Dreadlords were summoned before the Witch King, hoping to be promoted and rewarded, only to be told by the Witch King about the minor faults of these Dreadlords centuries ago, and that these Dreadlords also had traitorous traits. tendency.

Drutch society has set up a system whereby no one can live a life completely above reproach.For example, if you criticized the enemies of the Witch King in order to please him, and ten years later, you found that these enemies are now Malekith's trusted courtiers, and your criticism of them at that time may be interpreted as betrayal.So it's better to keep silent and say nothing, but how could Drucci do that?There are so many parties, so many raves, so many grand festivals in which drinking is mandatory, and so is indulgence.

After all, if you're sober you can hide things well, but when you're drunk, you tend to start chattering.At private gatherings, with friends under the influence of drink and potions, Drucci would suddenly say something unnecessary, and the other sharp ears were always listening.No matter how many companions there are, or how trustworthy the friends are, there is always a Drucci who has something to gain from the indiscretions of the drunk.

Dorian's mind is in a mess, and the more he thinks about it, the more messed up, or is it because of his brother next to him?The two brothers came from the same place, a bloodline of an ancient family that had fallen. Their father Sirsis revitalized the family through military exploits, and served as the adjutant of the Witch King, a position that held the highest honor in Drucci society.The brothers also chose different paths to gain fame and fortune in the court of Naggarond, he was on the battlefield, farther north, while his brother was in the arena and bedchamber.

Julian Baneblade is a duelist of great talent, with a great deal of wit and lore.Maybe it won't be long before he will become the greatest martial art master that Naggarond has appeared in 2000 years, become a scholar of special knowledge, become an expert in poison, he likes to be in the arena where he fights and becomes famous Demonstrating the use of poison, after all his nickname is Shiv.He's indulgent and scary, and a little overconfident.The scar left on his face a few days ago is nothing to him, because he has more scars on his body. He has always thought that Flanais's martial arts skills are not very good, but Flanaise The strange war halberd in the book is really good.

But at this moment, Julian was still intoxicated by the psychedelic wine with the potion added last night. He couldn't concentrate on thinking. He couldn't figure out why the Witch King suddenly summoned him.Could it be that he said something he shouldn't have said after drinking too much yesterday?He was a little dazed thinking of the slave girl who was freed by him last night, and his harem, all of which belonged to him!Those girls would do anything he wanted for him and do everything he asked.

Julian looked at his brother standing next to him out of the corner of his eye again. He and Dorian had never loved each other since they were young, perhaps because of the tradition of brother-sister relationship in Drucci society.He was jealous of Dorian, jealous of his father's love for Dorian, he hated that Dorian stood in his way, because Dorian was the eldest son, destined to be the heir of the family.He didn't like Dorian's self-confidence, and he didn't like Dorian's self-esteem, feeling that he was born to command others.

The tip of the blade touched Dacius' throat again.

"That's right, it's improved compared to the day before yesterday, a little improvement." Malekith said with a little appreciation, and retracted his blade again while speaking.

Dacius still performed a very traditional elven apprentice etiquette to Malekith.

"My dear Dacius, we will be a little busy for the next period of time." Malekith's voice was a little hoarse, mixed with the sound of scraping metal and crackling flames.

The black steel door slowly opened.

(End of this chapter)