Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 204 54. The Pieces Are in Place
Often the elves of the Middle Ages were devoted to a cause with such intensity that it dwarfed any human effort.The elven warriors join the shrine, focusing on the way of the warrior, on training themselves to manifest Edreze, Lord of Blades.

There are no perfect systems and models in any world, and they are constantly changing with the times and situations.

To put it simply, Dacius' current idea is to use armor and weapons similar to nightmares, but the inner warriors are tribal warriors. To put it bluntly, they are a group of berserk warriors that can be accepted by all three races of elves, not a group of people who are thirsty for blood and killing. madman.You must know that the lunatic is the most indispensable thing in Durucci society. If he needs it, he just needs to yell. Why bother to find trouble for himself.

A warrior's style of play can be violent and bloodthirsty, but not a lunatic. Although there is only a thin line between the two, this is completely different.

Before deciding on this matter, Dacius had to study carefully with Malekith. After all, there is a high probability that the fighter's final trial target will be a member of the Kane sect?

Originally, this was done to weaken Kane's influence in the mortal world. Besides, Kane probably doesn't care about those believers who were killed. This little bastard only wants blood, blood!blood!It doesn't matter who it is?But what is more important than this is that many black tower masters in the Black Guard of Naggarond believe in Edreze. How to deal with these tower masters is a difficult problem. Either serve in the Black Guard until death, or have a promotion mechanism. Immediately Regis promised to set up a shrine as the leader after retiring?Or attack in high dimensions, such as God's curse, so that it can't get rid of the warrior's way?Moreover, these extremely powerful fighters can live richly and have a lot of wealth that can be squandered, but they cannot be involved in politics.

The number of leaders and shrines is not a problem at all in Dacius' eyes. The more dispersed the better, there are a hundred more people, and a few fewer people. As long as the maximum number is limited, believers and fighters cannot be recruited unlimitedly.It doesn't matter if several hundred shrines come out, after all, they are meant to serve the future Phoenix King, no, it's the Elf King!

"Trouble, what about Flanais? Or simply set up two systems?" Dacius sat there, frowning and thinking while looking at the sea of ​​resentment in the distance.To be more selfish, he said that Flanais is his confidant and ironclad. He doesn't want Flanaise to become a leader independently, and he guesses that Flanaise, as the eldest brother and the leader of the Takaya family, is not interested in doing it. What leader, at least before the revival of the Takaya family in the true sense.

The promotion and exit mechanism of ordinary fighters should also be clarified. If they want to become high-ranking members, newcomers must challenge the person who occupies their spying position, defeat the opponent in a duel, and assassination and other hidden tricks are not allowed.

If the leader dies on the battlefield, the remaining high-ranking fighters will fight each other for the position of leader and decide who will be the next new leader.This process allows the best fighters to stay on for a long time, ensuring efficient internal operations.

In this way, the essence of this group of fighters must be completely neutral. They must abide by the contract and have superb skills. Warriors are fighters, and they cannot even become bodyguards. The leader brings political interests, which is impure.

Moreover, to expand Edresser’s influence, he must recruit disciples widely. Once a soldier completes his service, he can hold a retirement ceremony according to the custom, and switch to other professions. There is no need to stay in the sect all the time, and he can respond to the call during wartime. That's fine.

As for the group of killing sisters, Dacius didn't know much about them, so he had no thoughts or opinions for the time being.

"This? I seem to want to have my own elite fighters at the beginning, right? Why did I go to religious and social system reforms? And then my elite fighters are gone? My Lord of Blades!" Dacius Shaking his head, he kept himself from thinking.

The night of Naggaros is approaching, it is time to eat, and Dacius plans to stay here for a few days, for no other reason than because of the beautiful scenery here.

On the other side, Marus entered the illusion again, he felt as if someone was sitting on the saddle behind him, it was the Drucci woman with the strange tattoo on her arm!He knew it would be weird sometimes in his dreams, but he didn't expect that woman to disappear after a brief appearance in his life, and now appear again after disappearing?He couldn't help but wonder, why was she the woman in the illusion and not Lunara?

The woman was on top of Marus, and her strangely tattooed hand slid across Marus' waist and up Marus' chest, interrupting Marus's thoughts.

"Is it you? Where have you been? Why can't I find you?" Even through the black steel breastplate, Marus could feel the woman's fingers passing by, and he asked vaguely.

Malus felt a head rest on his shoulder as a cold hand went to his throat, and he smelled fresh earth mingled with bad decay.

Malus writhed, reaching back to yank the corpse from the saddle, but his hands closed in the air.Suddenly, he felt a gust of cool air blowing on his cheeks, and then fell heavily to the ground with his falling body.

After an unknown amount of time, Marus woke up amidst the warm sunshine and the howling of horns.

The earth trembled, and malice roared to challenge.

Malus raised an arm that felt as heavy as lead, trying to shield his eyes from the stinging glare.He saw Malice stand up, growling in the direction they had come.

A warhorse neighed horribly in response, and Malus realized the long game was over.

Lehan's followers rode war horses and stood 100 meters away, watching their prey on the low ridgeline.The black streamer represents revenge and blood feud.Their horses trembled with exhaustion, but the faces of their squires were gritty, frozen with irrepressible hatred.

Under Marus' gaze, the leader of Lehan's retinue took out something from his saddle bag and held it up high for Marus to see.The black hair fluttered in the wind, it was Lehan's head, it was a sign of hatred!

Weakness is scorned in Naggaroth, and when a Drucci dies, few of his companions care about the husk he leaves behind.Except for the very few and those with status, there is no saying that the rest can be buried in the ground. When they die, they are dead.

When Lehan's old men lead Malus through Hagrid Grave's gates, he will be forced to hold his father's head in his hands so that the whole city can see the horrific nature of his crime.

Perhaps after that Lehan's body will be interred as a dignified Drucci.

Without saying a word, Lehan's followers raised their spears and began to advance.

With a hungry hiss, Venom stood in front of Marus, facing the rider who was about to charge.He fumbled for his sword, and it took him a long time to draw it out, and all he could do at this moment was to keep it from falling to the ground.

Lehan's subordinates moved forward cautiously, and Marus kept judging the number of opponents in his vacillating eyes. The black figures were like a group of crows looking for food on the ground.

Malus could even see how the battle would unfold, the retinues would surround the Venom first, distracting the hungry Cold One with tempting horse meat, while the other retinues charged from both sides, thrusting their spears into the vitals of the Venom .Once the resentment is dead, the subordinates will come to him.The best he could think of was to kill a bastard or two before the squires took his sword.

"Zakhan! Help me, help me! Or I'll tell these people everything! I'll tell them to give it to Eldil, I swear! You won't be free until the stars are ashes in the night sky!" Marus' chapped lips worked at this moment, his voice hissed, and he couldn't even speak.

This was the most serious threat Malus could think of on a whim, but it did not arouse any reaction from Zakhan, the autistic chaos monster.

"Curse you, demon! When they dragged me before the Nightwatch and vivictored me in court, you could eat the bitter residue, may you choke to death!"

Marus closed his eyes, gathering his last strength, he will fight here to the death!

A sound echoed from the north, and the earth trembled at Malus' feet.He turned around and saw a group of Cold One Dread Knights charging from the hillside holding Soul Eater aloft.

Le Han's subordinates only hesitated for a moment, and then began to charge amidst the leader's shouts. The subordinates responded with fierce shouts, and rushed towards the Cold One knights of the Black Ark.A cascade of galloping horses and gleaming spear points raced down the ridge.The squire turned slightly to the right, avoiding Malus and his hissing Cold One mount.

Two horsemen met in a tearing clash of steel and flesh, horses, Cold One and Drutch howling and screaming in rage and pain as spears and claws sank into living flesh.

The sound caught Malus' attention, and the impact was so loud that he turned his head involuntarily.He saw the horse backed up by the collision, one of Lehan's followers was thrown several meters into the air, and the warrior was still holding on to the shaft of the spear.

A Cold One rushed into the group of war horses, and then a broad-bladed spear pierced deeply into the brain, killing the Cold One instantly.Another Cold One snapped like a hound, tearing apart a screaming warrior, scattering bits of torn armor everywhere.

A wounded squire rushed toward Malus screaming hysterically with hatred, brandishing his sword with his left hand.

If the squire hadn't succumbed to his pain and anger, Malus might have missed the squire at all.He raised his sword reluctantly, and he couldn't even stop the servant's sword that slashed down his skull.The force of the impact made him fall back, the coldness of impending death spurring him to drive away the delirium in his mind.

"Black Blade! You trash!" The subordinate roared loudly with tears bursting from his eyes, and clumsily delivered a series of blows to Malus' head and arms.What he lacked in dexterity he made up for in strength.Each blow drained what little power Marus had left, making each parry slower and weaker.

The squire's sword left a long, shallow gash on Malus' right cheek, another hit on Malus' left shoulder armor, and a third on Malus' right armguard. , almost knocking the sword out of Marus's hand.

Marus reacted instinctively, and stopped on the spot with his right heel on the ground, allowing the subordinate to hit him.The squire screamed in pain when his severed arm hit his chest, and the squire screamed louder when he grabbed his injured arm with his free hand.

"Trash, you wolf cub, bah! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhssesses!" The servant finally spat a mouthful of blood on Marus's face.

Malus twisted the subordinate's arm with all his strength, and he could barely open his eyes to see that the subordinate's face turned into a strange color.

The subordinate rolled his eyes, and the moment before Malus' sword pierced his throat, he passed out due to the unbearable pain.

When the squire fell to the ground, Malus could only stagger out of the way. He knelt beside the dead squire, his limbs trembling from the loss of strength.

The thunderous sound of horseshoes hit Marus like a tide, and he looked up to see the surviving Lehan followers returning the same way, their swords and armor were stained red with blood.

The leader of Lehan's entourage was still alive, holding Lehan's head tightly to his chest. When he passed ten meters away from Marus, he cast a look full of hatred at Marus.

"You only won a little reprieve, and there will be another reckoning. We won't forgive, and we won't forget!" those black eyes seemed to tell Marus.

When Malus stood up unsteadily, Lehan's followers had disappeared.

A tall dignitary in black steel and gilt armor rode up to Malus on his mount, his face contorted in anger.

Malus struggled to get up, bent down and wiped the blood from the sword with the hair of the squire he had killed.

"Well done, Black Ark guy." Marus said as he sheathed his sword, looked up at the knight and said, "I'm Marus, come to Hagrid Grave, your lord, Ba Les Baller is me..."

Before Marus finished speaking, the knight's boot kicked right between his eyes.One moment he was still talking, and the next second he was plunged into endless darkness.

"Bah! Kinslayer! Garbage! Take him, and the bodies of Hagrid Graves, all back to the Nagol."

Visions come and go, ebb and flow like the tide.

Marus saw a group of familiar and unfamiliar faces looking down at him, as if he had seen it before?Should it be on the walls of Krakalund?Their expressions were distorted as if they were reflected in the water of the pool.Their mouths moved slightly with their heads up, but their voices were indistinct.Only the banter and disdain in their eyes was very clear.

"Father?" Malus' tongue tasted the sticky, acrid liquid, and his body felt swollen and seared, like flesh charred in a fire.The taste on his tongue brought back memories, he whispered with some horror.

At night, Dacius sat on a chair drinking wine with his legs crossed, sometimes looking at the rising and falling tide of the sea of ​​resentment, sometimes looking up at the twin moons above his head, and sometimes looking at Drusara who was older than the two of them just now. Even when we met, I had a beautiful face.

"My brother, news came from home that Marus was captured on board the Nagor, and at the same time Lehan's subordinates violated the terms of the truce and set foot on the Nagor without permission. The dead body is the best proof, Nagor I'm going to start North Haig Greve early tomorrow morning." Malanur walked in front of Dacius and whispered with a serious face.

"The war has begun, and the chess pieces will be in place." Dacius whispered not looking at Maranul, but at the sea of ​​resentment in the distance.

Maranul didn't say anything, but pulled a chair and sat beside Dacius. He also looked at the sea of ​​resentment and didn't know what he was thinking about.

"It's the first time I feel that the scenery of the Sea of ​​Resentment is so beautiful? Why didn't I feel it before?" After a long time, Dacius suddenly turned his head to look at Maranul and said.

Maranul didn't respond to Dacius, but rolled his eyes in response.

"My brother, are you interested in being Hagrid Grave's Nightwatch?"

Maranul was turning his head to spit out the black water in his mouth at this time. Dacius' question directly made him spit out the chewing tobacco in his mouth, so he had no choice but to spit out the remaining ash in his mouth .

"My brother, have you ever calmed down and looked at the sea of ​​hatred and resentment before?" Malanur did not respond to Nightward's question, but to the previous question.

Dacius grinned dryly, and continued to stare at Maranul, waiting for a response.

At this moment, all the Drouches around the Dacius brothers had already left, and even Geneviève had left.

"My brother, anyone can serve as Hagrid Grave's night watchman next, but it cannot be the dignitaries of Krakalond, let alone me! So this joke is not funny." Malanur said At the same time, I took out the few remaining chewing tobacco from my arms, looked at it and put it back, and said without sharing the idea, "Not much, it seems that I have to save it, I like you The taste brought back from Lustria may be due to the first contact? I have never been used to the output of Krakalund, and I always feel that something is missing?"

"You can pick up the one on the ground and put it in your mouth to continue chewing. Maybe it still has the aroma of earth. I think this taste will suit you better."

Maranul punched Dacius on the shoulder directly, and Dacius didn't hide, and took the punch without pain.

"You know? My brother, I didn't even think about coming to Naggarond before. I just want to nest in Krakalund or go to sea with my father, and continue to nest in another place, but I feel that life now is better than Naggarond. Was it wonderful before?"

"Are you a follower of that guy?" Dacius suddenly wanted to ask, but he just thought about it.

"Have you decided? The young master is still waiting there. He won't scold you, but he will scold me!" Malanur urged.

"Is Young Master Newkel waiting? I'm sorry, I really don't know. This matter has been decided before departure. When the Nagor goes north tomorrow, the army of Krakalund will start preparing." Dark Us was a little dazed, he really didn't know that old man Newker was still waiting opposite him at such a late hour.

"You should go to this kind of thing yourself." Maranul said as he sat there, without any intention of getting up.

"My brother, you are right! I should go, and more than once." Dacius stood up and patted Maranul on the shoulder, and walked towards the tent.

The simpler and rougher the plan, the better, and there is no need for dozens or hundreds of changes.Maranul's words made Dacius think of a terrible possibility. Don't have any strange existence to interfere with the communication between him and Krakalund, inexplicably changing the plan into another way.

Although there is no such thing as electronic warfare in this world, there is a god.

(End of this chapter)