Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 199 49. Mr. Lehan and the Wolf
The underground palace that Dacius once visited in the manor on the outskirts of Krakalund has been re-excavated.

"I will do my best to get rid of you, demon!" Marus said as he drew out his scabbard and walked into the underground palace.

"Of course you will, and you will do many terrible things. It is your destiny, Blackblade, until I finish," Zakhan said with a smile.

"Fate! I decide my destiny, demon. For better or worse, the path I choose in this world is my own." Malus said after spitting on the wall.

"Trust your will, and in the end, the result will be the same."

"Stop playing your tricks," Malus growled.

"There are forces hovering around you, Malus. Even now, they are pressuring you, shaping the fleeting trajectory of your life, and ignoring them doesn't necessarily make them disappear."

"I can kill myself now, and no one can stop it. If I can do this, what's the meaning of the illusion of fate?" An angry Marus pulled a serrated dagger from his belt, and pointed the tip at own throat.

"Good question, let's test your theory and kill yourself!"

In the stairwell, every one meter would pass a narrow alcove inlaid on the inner wall of the stairs. The edge of the alcove was inlaid with gold and carved with delicate runes.In each alcove stood a dried corpse, hands folded, head hanging on the chest, as if praying eternally, with eyes open, staring at the aisle of the spiral staircase.

But more are the Duruqis who fell to death everywhere. These Duruqis died under the terrifying black magic, and their faces were still frozen with the panic expression before death. Maybe they died not long ago, maybe half an hour ago or 1000 years ago?
"what?"

"You heard it, Blackblade, thrust the dagger into your throat."

"I, I don't want to die, devil, that's not the point." Marus hesitated and said.

"Yeah, that's exactly the point. Nothing in the world can make you kill yourself because it's not your destiny."

"No, now you're twisting my argument, I don't want to kill myself because I want my family to suffer for the insult they did to me. I want the title of Valajal and more, I have ambitions, Demon, worldly ambition." Marus retorted, he kicked away the corpses on the ground, stopped to catch his breath, and then forced a smile, "It would be inconvenient to die now."

Malus finally finished the stairs, and what opened before him was a marble circular room.

"Let's talk about something else, Black Blade, someone came here earlier, the important thing is that the soul dagger is not here."

Marus walked over and turned over the dead body on the ground.

"I have to remind you, there is a black magic trap in front of you, you'd better avoid it, otherwise..."

"Shut up! Demon."

It wasn't until he turned over the eighth and ninth bodies that Malus realized that he was looking at the face of the person he had just moved, and a chill ran down his spine.

"I know this bastard." Marus said with some fear.

"Iswar! Marus knelt among the corpses, thinking about the meaning. Who else could gather so many Duruccis and know that Marus is interested in this soul dagger? After a while, the answer was obvious.

"You suspect your other brother?"

"Of course, he has enough funds and influence to form such a team, and he has every reason to oppose me." Malus nodded thoughtfully.He was also certain without a doubt that the leader of Hagrid Grave's Slaanesh sect was none other than his second brother Iswar.While Iswar escaped the sect's destruction, he received a horrific gash on Iswar's throat.

"He knows that I have been to the temple in the north, and that I am your servant. He may also know about these magic items and the power to release you."

"Your logic is inevitable, the question is, what would you do?" Zakhan said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Obviously, it was a mistake for me to challenge Iswar and his men alone." Marus saw the familiar hilt of the sword on the floor, and he pulled away Drucci's body pressed on the blade, picked up the blade and continued Said, "I have to go back, no matter what price he wants, I have to pay the price to get the soul dagger back from his hand, as long as the sorceress is still there."

"An expensive but cautious plan. Of course you are joking. This joke is not funny. I don't want to remind you that the sorceress is not as simple as you think." Zakhan said approvingly.

"Of course, I'm going to knock him down like a fox and hang his ears on my belt, and if he gives me the soul dagger, I might let him die unscathed," Malus said gloomily.

"Exactly what I expected."

It was almost daylight when Malus emerged from Elerer's tomb.Repeated walking pushed his battered body to the limits of its endurance, and beyond.By the time he stumbled out into the empty square, he was a gaunt, shambling Drucci, his limbs working entirely on burning hatred and nothing else.

Malus had been delirious with fatigue all day, with showers coming and going alternating with leaden sunshine, barely warm.Many times he would suddenly wake up from some kind of blank reverie and realize that he had gone a long way without knowing it.

As night fell, the rain stopped temporarily.

Against the backdrop of the setting sun, the Black Ridge Mountains were dyed black and red, as black as pig iron.

Even though Malus felt weak and empty, his heart beat faster at the thought of his prey finally within reach.

A full moon shone heavily above the horizon, and the cold wind continued to blow and hiss.

The sounds from the manor camp could even reach where Malus was hiding, the drutches talking and cursing at a game of dice, or the drutches talking around the campfire.He even heard the sound of hammers on steel as the manor's craftsmen began to repair the armor and weapons of the visiting Drucci, and the horses neighing nervously in the corral.

Marus roughly calculated that there were at least eighty people camped in the square of the Drucci Manor, and these were probably ordinary soldiers, waiters and guards of the manor, making room for the noble guests.There was only one flag of the noble family of Krakalund flying on the manor. As for the visiting group of Drucci, he did not see the flag. This is an unusual practice, but it is not unheard of. Val did not want to make the operation public.

"You are standing on the steps, Malus. Will you take a decisive step? I can feel the soul dagger in the manor." Zakhan said with a cold smile.

"Shut up, demon! What are you talking about?"

"You were angry when I didn't tell you about Elerer and his prophecy. There is a prophecy here too, do you want to hear it?" Zakhan said suddenly after a moment of silence.

"Do you know what will happen when I go in?" Marus clenched his fists.

"Oh~ yes. The thread of fate has already been woven, Black Blade. The twists and turns of fate have brought you to this point."

"It doesn't matter, no matter what you say, without the dagger, my soul is gone!" Malus said sharply.

"Destruction, here, all your plans will be cancelled." Zakhan's answer was a whisper, like the intimate voice of a lover.

"Shut up, devil! You're lying!" A chill ran down Marus's spine. For a long time, he was too shocked to speak, and after a long time he finally spoke.

"Why would I do this? Did I lie to you? Blackblade, I am giving you a gift, warning you of the cliff ahead. You can turn around and save yourself if you want."

"You know I can't! I have to strike tonight!" Malus growled in a low voice, furious.

"Then you must accept your fate. As prophesied, the stage has been set. Blackblade will play your part."

Zakhan's laughter echoed in Malus's mind, and he broke free from the bushes and walked quietly towards the manor through the shadows.With every step his throat felt like a noose tightened, but he kept going.

On the edge of the camp, Malus crouched, studying his route through the camp to the inside of the Belt Manor.Fortunately, there were almost no Drucci wandering around. These Drucci thought it was safe, and they were all eating, drinking and enjoying the hospitality of the manor owner.

Malus stared at the twin moons above his head, and when the clouds drifted by, the light of the twin moons flickered.Moments later, the camp was plunged into shadows.When it was time, he put a hand on the hilt of his sword.He pulled his hood up to his face, pulled his dark cloak tight over his shoulders, and crawled forward.He walked through the camp like a ghost, his steps so light that he was lost in the hiss of the wind.

Most of the Duruccis in the camp didn't notice Malus at all, and a few Duruccis caught a glimpse of a dark figure moving at the edge of their vision, but when they looked up from the food or the dice, they saw There was only darkness.

Marus moved quickly and silently, and came to the back door of the manor. He could vaguely hear the sound of carnival inside.He put his grime-smeared hand on the dark wooden door and pushed hard, but he didn't push, the back door was apparently locked inside.

Malus' limbs trembled from the exertion as he climbed three floors to reach the large window.Evoking the last residue of his bitter hatred, he drew the blade, and he could see the main hall below, its outline blurred.There were figures sitting there, eating or drinking wine.At one end of the table, a figure stood up from a chair, holding something aloft.The voice of the figure filled the hall and reached his ears indistinctly.

"The legendary soul dagger is ours!"

The cheers made Malus furious, and he kicked open the shutters with all his might and jumped into the hall.

There were exclamations and the sound of chairs colliding in the hall, and Drucci who was sitting at the head of the table turned to face Marus, his expression was full of shock and anger intertwined.

The eyes of Lehan and Marus met.

Marus felt like a cold knife piercing his heart.

"Who dares to break into this place?" Lehan snarled as he glared at Marus.

"I do!" Malus said in a growl of pain, fighting back his frustration.All he wanted to do now was to escape the lit hall, but it was too late.

"You are the Kane assassin?" Lehan stared wide-eyed, looking at the sword-wielding Durucci in front of him.

"Soul Dagger, I spent months looking for it, only to find that you have snatched it." Maru paused, frowning.Then he realized what he looked like, a haggard figure covered in layers of dried blood and grime, and pointed to the dagger in Lehan's hand.

"Give it to me now!" Marus retracted his sword and took a step forward, extending his hand.

Lehan looked at the soul dagger, and then at Marus' outstretched hand.His eyes widened when he saw the thick black veins beneath Malus' skin, and a look of shock flitted across his face as his gaze fell on the dimly gleaming ruby ​​on Malus' index finger.

"Wait, I know you now!" Lehan said suddenly, and after he finished speaking, he looked more carefully at Marus's face behind the mask, his expression turned into an expression of extreme anger and roared, "Marus ! Malus! What are you doing here? Stop him! In Kane's name, stop him!"

The subordinates blushed from drinking and were overconfident about their numbers.They thought Malus would give in as they approached, but Malus pounced on them like a wounded wolf. The No. 1 squire barely raised his blade in time when Marus knocked him aside, and Malus' sword pierced another squire's neck.

Blood spurted from the wound, and the subordinate fell to the ground, choking on his own liquid, and finally drowned in the blood.

Marus was howling and fighting with Lehan's followers, his shoulders and cheeks were already wounded, he turned around and raised his sword to block just as Lehan swung the blade at his chest .

"May the Mother of Night take you, you piece of trash!" Lehan growled, his blade still slashing Malus's right arm, and finding an unprotected body between the gauntlet and shoulder armor. the gap.

Marus could barely feel the blade cut his flesh, and he jumped back, trying to avoid the range of the blade.

With a snarl of pain, Lehan flung himself at Marus again, his blade held above his head with both hands.The motion pulled his breastplate up, revealing a narrow slit.

Without even thinking about it, Marus rushed forward with all his strength, and slid to his knees the moment he was about to touch, his sword tip directly sank into the gap in Lehan's armor.

Lehan groaned, fell to his knees, and the sword that was raised in both hands fell heavily to the floor.

Malus, numb with despair, pressed his boot to Lehan's chest and drew his sword, black blood pouring from the wound.

"Why, Marus, why?" Lehan asked in shock.

"I will do what I must, goodbye, father!" Malus said bitterly.

Lehan's body fell to the floor.

Malus stared at his father's body, tasting the blood that trickled down his mouth.How many times has he longed for and fantasized about such a moment?In his dreams this scene had always played out triumphantly, not now as tragedy.

"Father? Malus, did you just kill your own father?" Zakhan asked, fake shock in his voice.

Malus bent down and plucked the soul dagger from Lehan's belt, and he got the magic item.

"I got what you wanted, didn't I?" Malus growled in pain, nearly throwing up with anger and frustration.There is no choice, he thought fiercely, I have no choice!

Malus saw a squire whose arm he had cut off staggered downstairs, trying to go to the camp and tell those Lord Drucci that he had been killed.

"Demon! Lend me your power, now!" Marus let out a bestial growl as reason battled despair, and he cried.

"You are too greedy, little Drucci! My touch has already turned your veins black, do you want more?" Zakhan replied.

"Enough of your taunt, devil! Will you give me what I want?"

"It doesn't matter to me."

"I've got three of the five items in my hand, you bloody fiend! If I die here, this mob will take them and they'll scatter again! You're not just playing with my life, you're playing with Have your own freedom. So help me! Otherwise you will have to endure another thousand years of captivity!" Malus snapped.

"Two! Two! Marus, someone has tampered with fate, we have been tricked, this dagger is fake! Fake! We have been deceived! We have been fooled!" Zakan suddenly shouted angrily at Maru. echoed in Si's mind.

"What? Fake? It's impossible!" Malus roared, his face was blank and dull, and he roared, "I broke the law! Devil! I killed a Witch King who accepted his fate! Rahal, the soul dagger turned out to be fake? How is this possible? This is impossible! Is this the prophecy and destiny you said?"

"Get out of here first!"

At the same time, an icy energy painfully spread from Marus' limbs, his strength recovered, the world quickly regained focus, and he stumbled all the way to the place where the grievance stayed.

"Where am I going? Where can I go? Once Hagrid Grave Nightwatch and the Witch King learn what I have done, there will be no city in Naggaroth that can shelter me."

In Naggaroth, life was cheap, and any Drucci could die at the hands of others but those chosen by Malekith himself.This includes every night watchman and Valajar, as well as those immortal beings, maybe now add the Dacius of the disaster family?Their life and death depended on Malekith and no one else, and to have them bleed and die was to incur a blood feud against Malekith and the whole of Drutch society.

"Maybe I'll make Zakhan and Malekith fight for the right to torture me, who knows? Maybe they'll destroy each other and I'll take Nagrond for myself?" With a wry smile, he has become a mess now, he doesn't know where to go next.

Zakhan stopped talking after giving Marus power, no matter how Marus called, there was no movement.Zakhan was still in shock, thinking crazily. He couldn't figure out why this fake soul dagger could deceive his perception and tamper with fate, or was it the master behind all of this?
A hunting horn came from the south and reached Malus.

A new round of hunting has begun.

(End of this chapter)