Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 194 44. Endless Pain and Torment (as title)
(This chapter paves the way for three to four main lines, if you are not interested, you can skip it)
Kane of Dragon Armor cursed Malekith and said thirteen tricks, but there was no fart solution. Dacius could only go to Athel Loren to find Lord Dais to try his luck.

After talking about Kane and talking about other things, mainly dragon eggs, Malekith suddenly had a good idea. He was going to formulate a twisted plan to use against his bloody cousin.The prince of Nagaris, Baskong, has nothing to talk about. Although he didn't know why his father sent Baskong to the north at that time, in his words, he was a proud and arrogant fool. He had seen it a few times in his father's barracks, and he didn't like the way Baskong looked at him.As for the dragon, he couldn't even remember it. There were too many dragons at that time, and Bascon's dragon didn't impress him very much.

It was very late, and Dacius was about to leave.

"Dacius!"

Just when Dacius was about to walk out of the black steel gate, Malekith called out to him.

"Your Majesty?" Dacius turned around and looked into Malekith's orange eyes and asked.

"Don't belittle God, at least not now!"

Dacius was stunned for a moment, he was a little confused, why Malekith said this sentence suddenly, then bowed to Malekith and left again.

Malekith's words seemed to drop his head, Dacius didn't have a good life this night, or he could describe it as pain.For he had a nightmare, in which he seemed to walk under a sky that heaved and thundered and dropped bones and ashes, and fought in a sea of ​​blood.He stumbled and stumbled, occasionally tripping over invisible stones beneath the bloody water, and a horde of angry ghosts clawed at him every step of the way, babbling nonsense and chattering.

The ghosts howled and reached out to Dacius with their misshapen hands, and their eyes had no pupils but pearly whites.A withered female sorceress suddenly pounced on Dacius's back, stabbed deeply into Dacius' chest with her cracked nails, and tore Dacius' face with her jagged teeth.A hulking, slithering creature of exposed, tumbling muscle heaved over a sea of ​​blood, lashing at Dacius with jagged tendrils of sticky flesh.A group of hounds circled around Dacius hungrily, green venom dripping from their open jaws, ready to bite.

Dacius roared in the storm, slashing at the ghost with his long sword, but the ghost's body parted like water with each blow, and then gathered together again, and he kept slashing like this .

In the next second, Dacius was lying on a bed with rolling corpses, his pale hands picked him up, stroked his body, and held him tightly in his arms.Lips pressed against his skin, tasting him, admiring him.The air was heavy and still, fragrant with incense, and quivered with the groans and sighs of hundreds of ecstatic voices.

Faces emerged around Dacius, with a look of hunger in the deep eyes, which he could never forget.Faces stretched out to him, hands caressing his bare chest, each slender fingertip leaving a heat mark on his skin.

On the other side, Hagrid Grave, Vallajar's castle.

A Drucci woman bent over and pushed one eyelid open.

"His wounds are healing."

"Then some more Khushalta, I'm tired of waiting!" said a voice sternly.

Khushalta, also known as "mother's milk," is a viscous, pungent liquid made from extracts of Tyrellian plants combined with alkaloids from the mountains of Naggaroth.Drinking the stuff induces deep sleep, characterized by waking up with vivid nightmares and lingering hallucinations, but also speeds up Drucci's recovery process.In addition, long-term use and high doses can cause memory loss or even dementia, and become a fool.

Cold fingers pried away his lips, and a thick liquid that smelled of burnt copper poured down his throat.

Malus choked, his body convulsed, but strong hands held him in place.

The light dimmed, and the face was hidden in a red mist, and the red gradually turned black again, and a familiar voice sounded in the darkness.

"You idiot!" Zakhan said jokingly.

Malus opened his gooey eyes to see his toes scraping against the smooth marble floor.Two Duruccis grabbed his arms and dragged him down a pathway lit by witch lamps.

"I seem to have been ambushed? How strange?" Marus raised his head with difficulty to observe the surrounding environment, his mouth felt like tanned leather.He felt that his skin was tense, as if he had a fever, but his body was still intact, and he was thinking dimly.

The cold howling wind blew across Malus's face, ruffling his hair, the chains clanking, the pure hue chilling his blood.The strong hand that gripped his arm released him, and he sank to his knees on the marble tiles of a vast circular room.

Orbs of witch lamps shone from ornately wrought iron candelabrums on the walls of the chamber, illuminating reliefs on the walls depicting a series of famous massacres from Drucci's long war with Azul.From the high ceiling in the center of the room hung a mass of chains with cruel hooks at the ends, the metal links clattering softly in the wind.

Malus could feel other people's eyes on him, he took a trembling breath, straightened up, and the waiting Drucci looked at him with reptilian eyes.

Lehan Fallenblade, Hagrid Grave's Valajar stood before his son bare chested, his muscular upper body bearing dozens of scars from his service to the Witch King.His black hair was brushed back from the top, accentuating his fierce eyes and full, aquiline nose.

Two broken men stood behind Lehan's shadow, with hatred in their eyes.

The first Drucci was tall, almost as imposing as Lehan himself, though his right arm was hidden under layers of black robes.It was Ulay, Malus' fifth half-brother, who had the same sharp, angry features as his father, but his face was haggard, and his pale skin had an unhealthy blue.Since his return at the Temple of Caine, his thick hair had gone almost white, and his eyes the color of molten brass.

The second Drucci was bent over and trembling, his sunken eyes were like colorless black holes, and his face was covered with fine scars.A wispy beard hid his narrow chin, and his head was shaved except for a pirate topknot, with glittering spirit rings on his pointy ears.This guy, who looked like a fool and a wretch, was still wearing that red leather robe with dark red peaks, and he looked like a fool.This is Furlan Baler, the son of Barnes Baler on the Black Ark Nagol, who was taken hostage by Hagrid Grave's court, and he stared at Marus with fear and anger .

Farther behind Lehan, three Drucci slaves were handling a chain of chains hanging from the center of the room's ceiling, with huge, sharp hooks attached to the chains at different heights.Nearby stood a few small tables with rows of gleaming implements displayed on silk cloth.

The two retainers backed away from Malus and retreated into the shadow of the doorway.

"My dear father, respected Valajar, I am very honored to be invited into your tower at last." Marus looked at Lehan and bowed exaggeratedly.

"Irreverent bastard! Who do you think you are? From the moment you were born! You have sullied the honor of this family! How I wish I could send you to the pool of blood at the Temple of Cairn when you were a baby Lie." Lehan hissed angrily, and finally roared angrily.

Ulay's body froze slightly after hearing these words, but his cold expression did not reveal his thoughts.Unlike his half-brother Marus, who was physically disabled, he was thrown into the pool of blood of the murdered king. His deformed body was offered as a sacrifice by his father to Kane, but he survived unscathed. And reappears as Kane's Chosen (God's Chosen may not be appropriate, one level down).

"Who do I think I am? Horrible Lehan? Invincible Valajar? I think you're here to be self-righteous, we'll never be equal. I'll never rise to the level of your other children, you see Arrived, you gave me the support to barely survive, just fulfill your duty to my mother, and let me wither." Malus said slowly, trying not to slur his words.His voice echoed inside him as if he was speaking underwater.

"You disgusting illegitimate child! You are not here to talk! You are here to suffer! You owe a debt to a small group of nobles, and I was forced to pay the debt when you were unable to pay! But you took hostages And jeopardize the reputation of the Nightwatch of Draka! Hagrid Grave is going to fight the Nagol again!" Lehan growled.

"Don't forget that this is a truce of hatred you provoked. The Witch King ordered you to raid the Nagol and take Eldir from her brother, but you claimed the privilege of conqueror and took her Come back instead of sending her to Naggarond. Did she serve you well, Father? Did she show you the future and guide you to glory? Or did you find out, it was too late, She only shares what she wants to share, only when it fits her mysterious plans? But! Even now, Draka Nightguard ordered me to die, do you have the guts to provoke her? How dare you kill me to provoke Her?" Malus shot back with a grin of embarrassment, and he staggered to his feet, staring at his father with pure hatred.

Lehan gestured, and the Durucci slaves approached.

"Father, I have never let you down, mark my words, you will regret it. Father, you will regret it!" Drucci slaves dragged Marus to the chains, and he turned his head and stared at his Father growled hysterically.

Le Erhan sneered and went to check his tools.

"Cheer up, demon! Lend me your strength!" Malus tried to struggle and yell, but his limbs were stiff and limp.

"Very well, no problem, as you wish, you will get the power." Zakhan's strange tone echoed in Malus's mind.

There was no end to the pain, and Marus was hanging on the chain, slowly writhing in the cold wind.When his father put down the blood-spattered tool, the air alone was enough to torment his exposed nerves and muscles.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to say it was at the right time." Zhakan suddenly added at this time.

Malus felt dry and hard, like petrified wood.His wounds no longer bled, and for a while he was able to tell time by the steady trickle of blood on the marble floor, but now the pain prevented him from feeling the passage of time.

As Malus hung in chains and waited for his father to return, he could feel his life slipping away, receding like the tide.However, whenever his life force is about to fade, something dark and alive flows into the space left behind and lends him a little bit of power.

Chaos demons are always so reliable, Zakhan lent his power to Marus, and whispered in a language that Marus couldn't understand, although Marus couldn't understand, it was deeply engraved on the horse. Ruth's mind.

While Marus was suffering physically, Dacius was still suffering mentally in the dream, and the dream scene changed again, the vortex dissolved in a pale light, and the dark clouds condensed from the haze, forming a picture Suddenly, a familiar yet unfamiliar face appeared.

A woman, sharp and slender as a knife, with cold features and deep-set eyes, is as lifelike as the one on the statue, as if she came alive from the statue.

At this time, the woman looked at Dacius with calm eyes.

"Mother of the Night! (Falling tone)" Dacius could no longer tell the difference between dreams and reality, because the scene had changed again.

(End of this chapter)