Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 226 76. The Northern Wave
Loxia put the blade of the jagged long sword across the width of a finger in front of the subordinate's neck, and if he moved the subordinate's throat a little, it would be cut open. He glanced at the subordinate with disdain, and shook his head in disappointment. Shaking his head, he drew back his serrated long sword and looked at the other subordinates present, trying to find another warm-up target. He even had the idea of ​​letting these subordinates fight together.

"My lord, the people of Karakarond are going to board the ship. Now a large amount of supplies and supplies are hoarded on the pier, and the whole Karakarond is in motion."

Lokcia nodded expressionlessly when he heard it, and waved his hand to signal the end of today's practice.

By the time Lokcia walked over, a large number of ready-to-go troops had assembled on the pier. The market that Dacius used to go to every year had been emptied out, and a large number of supplies and luggage were entering the market one after another. Harpy's cage, these noisy beasts kept shaking the cage with their sharp claws.A large number of cold lizards farther upwind were confined in temporary fences.

"Under the order of the Nightward Overseer of Krakalund, these troops and supplies will enter your black ark." The dignitaries and stewards in the dock area said calmly.

Hearing the words of the dignitaries in charge, Lokcia's subordinates were a little agitated and made an uproarious discussion.

"Do you need to empty the slaves on the ship?" Loxia looked back dissatisfiedly, his voice stopped the moment he turned his head, he nodded to the rich and powerful steward, and suddenly thought of something, he said.

"Should not be used for the time being." The rich and powerful steward in the dock area continued to say without arrogance, and when he said it, he glanced at the Nagor moored in the distance.

At this time, on the Nagor, a large number of Krakalund troops had already marched upwards, and the carts full of supplies were pushed up the slope connecting the pier and the black ark under the push of the slaves.

Lokcia sensed something, and glanced at the northern sky, and saw six black dragons flying towards the pier in an orderly formation across the sky.

"Things seem to be bigger than I thought." Roxia said to himself, he could clearly see tens of thousands of troops in Krakalund mobilizing towards the pier from the Tower of God's Blessed Party. Farther away, on the bridge of Nagaryth, there are war hydras marching under the guidance of animal trainers.

At this time, something rare happened to the residents of Karond Karon in the northeast of Naggaroth. Three black arks belonging to Karond Karond sailed to the dock under the guidance of the guidance ship in the port. They ran to the pier to eat melons, and they kept talking about what happened.

You must know that Karond Karonde is the opponent of Karond Karon, and the black ark of Krakalond has never docked in Karond Karon. Although Karond Karon is the largest slave trading center in Drucci, but Krakarond can handle this too, many ships returning with full loads usually only dump slaves in Karond Kar, the loot can fetch a good price all winter in Krakarond, and there is good service to Returning ships and crews, come to soothe their hearts, which will make them feel that they are far away from the sea and ships, such as hotels, taverns, casinos, branches, houses of flesh and blood and arenas and so on.

More importantly, the ships moored in Karakarond can be properly maintained in winter. After all, the sea of ​​hatred is frozen in winter. Battered by strong winds, freezing rain and tsunamis.

What's more, the two cities still have some conflicts and competing interests in animal training.

Dulias stood on the deck, looking at Calund Karl with a blank expression. In his memory, this was the first time he came to Karlund Karl. What is even more surprising is that what he will do next is Transport Karond Kar's army and mercenaries to Naggarond.Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing jokingly. He felt a little ridiculous, but there was nothing he could do.

This order was issued by his good nephew Dacius in the name of Chief Executive Drucci, and he had no reason to refuse.

"Be alert, you know the consequences of losing the face of Krakalund."

The three black arks docked in an orderly manner. After the slope was set up, the festival-holding teams disembarked one after another. Admirals, dignitaries, officers, trumpeters, and Cold One knights holding flags lined up neatly under the discussion and guidance of the dock residents. The formation marched towards the Nightlord Castle where Kira Nightlord was located.

A fierce quarrel broke out in the council hall of Karond Karon Nightlord Castle. Most of the dignitaries did not recognize the call-up order issued by the Witch-king's Hand, and they questioned the legitimacy of the call-up order.

One-eyed Yedu Kira, who was wearing a blindfold, sat on the main seat and watched the dignitaries arguing calmly, as if this matter had nothing to do with her, until her butler came in from the side door and whispered something in her ear.

After Kira Yedu nodded, he tapped the table lightly with his index finger, and soon the quarrel in the council hall stopped.

"The three black arks of Karakarond have just docked at the pier, and a team of three admirals is rushing here." Kira Yedu said calmly.

The dignitaries present were in an uproar. Obviously, this unprecedented incident was also the first for most of them.

"In my mind, the last time the black ark of Krakalund docked here was during our war against Cousin Azul." Lexikiel, who was sitting beside Kira Night Dude, was neither salty nor insipid. said.

"According to the information I have received, your nephew Roxia has already responded to the call of the Witch King's Hand." Kira Nightdog said slowly after knocking on the table again.

"Your Fallen Heart family betrayed Karond..." a dignitary yelled, pointing at Lashkiel.

Before the dignitary finished speaking, Lechkiel quickly stood up and picked up the back of the chair, flying the chair over in a matter of seconds.

"That's a serious accusation! I'm only old, but I'm not dead yet," Lechkiel snarled, glaring at the powerful and powerful rival of the Fallen Heart family.

"Oh, by the way, there is one more thing I forgot to say, the order I got is that the three black arks in Krakalund will assist us in transporting our troops to Naggarond." Kira Nightward laughed when he said that All of a sudden, there were scars all over her ugly face, and the scars looked a little scary under the pulling of her smile.

"Have you ever thought about it, if only the Witch King's Hand issued the call-up order, but His Majesty the Witch King didn't?" After a while, looking at the dignitaries who were thinking about it, Kira Yedu said again.

"Then it means that the Witch King's Hand's call-up order is illegal!" A dignitary said without thinking.

"Is it possible that something happened that we don't know yet?" Lakas seemed to think of something.

"Roxia's response to the call-up order from the Witch-King's Hand means that Karond has responded to the call-up order, and there is no reason for Hagrid Grave not to respond. If something really happens, you can bear the call-up order of Callond. Is it the consequence of Karl not responding?" Kira Yedu looked at the group of rebellious dignitaries and said slowly again, she paused and then said, "You know the methods of the Witch King's Hand, and you also know that the Witch King Your Majesty's trust in the Hand of the Witch King has never been seen before, and during this period of time, everyone has earned a lot, even far more than the Sovereign we wiped the ass of Lanis (the one that the Dark Council queried). "

"How will His Majesty the Witch King deal with Karond Karl? Is this Karond Karl's rebellion against His Majesty the Witch King? When the Witch King's Hand brings the army afterwards, you can stop the Witch King's hand." ?"

Although Kira Nightwatch's family is also in Calund Karl, her current identity is the Nightwatch appointed by His Majesty the Witch King, and she is responsible to His Majesty the Witch King and the Hand of the Witch King.

The dignitaries present all calmed down. They thought about what happened in Naggaroth one after another during this period of time.

"The three admirals of Karond Karond are coming soon, don't embarrass Karond Karl!" Kira Nightdoll knocked on the table again and said sharply.
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Marus stared at the bright white light, the same as Dacius the first time, at first he saw nothing.His eyes grew weak, his eyelids fluttered, and then the harsh light suddenly faded, and he saw blurred images in the crystal of the Eye of Destiny.

A pitch-black stronghold stands on the Chaos Wasteland. The solid walls of the stronghold have been destroyed. The only gate that can be accessed is tilted to one side, buried under a pile of twisted and deformed corpses.Sparse sunlight fell on the armor of Drutch soldiers in the stronghold. Hundreds of horned beastmen and savage Yankees lay around the fallen Durutch soldiers, felled by crossbow bolts, axes or swords. pierce.

After a moment, the vision blurs again and the scene reappears.

The view reveals another stronghold, perched on a rocky hilltop above a fast-flowing river.The walls of the stronghold were blackened by the fire, and the fortifications were torn apart as if by giant hands.The bodies of the heavily armed Durucci soldiers were scattered on the battlements, and Marus could clearly see the few Durucci soldiers in the stronghold making their last resistance at the foot of the burning tower.

The scene shifted again, showing another dilapidated stronghold to Malus, who glanced worriedly at Morathi, and when he looked back at the glowing Eye of Destiny, it was showing yet another burnt stronghold.The stronghold's tower ruins are still raging and smoky.When he saw the city wall of the stronghold gate, his eyes widened. The city wall was crushed into rubble by a giant, and the giant's fallen body had been riddled with holes from the stronghold's Explosive Harvester Ballista.

The Yankees and Chaos in the North are a constant threat to Drutch in Naggaroth, which is why a row of strongholds has been built along the northern border.But usually raiders try to avoid strongholds as much as possible, rather than expending energy to deal with them.

"What's the situation? Is this an invasion?" A sudden thought sent chills down Malus' spine, and he exclaimed.

"Look at that!" Malekith said without answering Marus, but pointing to the Eye of Destiny.

This time, when the vision was clear, Malus saw a sky filled with fire.A dark tower stands in the midst of a burning forest, and under that billowing, burning sky, hordes of monsters howl in fury, crashing wildly against the precarious walls of the stronghold.Spear points glinted on the battlements, and jagged longswords danced and gleamed as besieged Drutch soldiers cut ropes or pushed down ladders.

Crazed Beastmen and violent Yankees surrounded the stronghold, crossbow arrows kept pouring into the shooting holes of the watchtower, causing serious damage to the enemy team, but every time one fell, three more rushed forward to replace it. Location.

Huge figures waded through the raging tides of Chaos, hunchbacked and misshapen trolls and monstrous giants trailing clubs made of knotted tree trunks, storming the stronghold.

Under Malus' gaze, two flames galloped out of the watchtower, hitting a giant in the chest.In an instant, the huge creature was surrounded by flames, which he knew were the sorceress' magic.The giant staggered in agony, flailing awkwardly at the flames that engulfed him, flinging clumps of sizzling, burning flesh onto the Beastmen and Yankees surrounding his huge paws.

Malus could have imagined the wild cheers of Drucci's soldiers rising from the battlements as the giant suffered, but the attack did not stop.One by one the other giants lumbered up to the battlements and began beating with their clubs, ignoring the bolts that stung their thick hides.

Magic ripped through the burning sky, and hordes of fearsome winged demons swooped down from the heights, dragging the Dreadspearmen from the walls.Roaring, the trolls reached the base of the wall and began to climb one by one, their black eyeballs gleaming with hunger and bloodlust.

Another blast of magic erupted from the watchtower, hitting a giant at the door and setting it on fire.The giant dropped his stick and stepped back, causing huge damage to his side with every step.Crushed stones and shattered ballista fittings flew through the air, and the remaining giants pounded on the gate with sticks, knocking it to the ground in a cloud of dust and debris.A wave of Beastmen and Yankees swept through the gap, and the dreadlords and sorceresses guarding there tried to escape on dark pegasus, but were intercepted by monsters in the air, and fell screaming to the ground.

When Malus saw that the stronghold was doomed, he let out a roar of impotent rage.

"This stronghold has fallen," Malekith declared, seeing the vision in the crystal of the Eye of Destiny disappear into darkness.

Malus realized that this was an all-out invasion against Naggaroth, and attacked this cold land at the worst possible time. It was the sea season, and at least half of Drucci's power was floating in the sea.What's more, he knows all too well how weakened Naggaros Drucci's army was after Hal Gansi's street fights and the brief but savage blood feud between the Nagol and Hagrid Graves serious.

"But why now? This is already a mega-invasion. Who is leading this group, and what does he want?" Malus asked.

"What? You really don't know?" Morathi looked at Marus coldly and asked.

At that moment the throne room door opened, and Malus heard the sound of limping, shuffling footsteps across the smooth marble floor, and turned to see the ghastly figure staggering towards him.

The figure's pale skin was gray-green in the witch-fire light, and was turning purple-black around the hideous wound on the forehead and neck.His armor had been battered badly by the blows of ax and claw.The armor skirt was also torn, and the nobleman's robes underneath were stiff with rotting blood.The left hand was cut off in half, the right arm became a chewed stump, and an unpleasant stench permeated the body.

Every inch of the figure's tattered armor was covered in intricate runes, apparently inscribed with blood.His eyes were ghostly white, with pupils and irises invisible, and glowed with magical life in the light of the witchfire.Escorted by two black guards, he staggered past Marus, apparently ignoring Marus' presence.

Malus hissed in disgust and backed away.

The figure stopped and turned his head when he heard the voice.Blind white eyes searched for Malus, and slack lips twitched in an attempt to speak.

Malus reached for his scabbard, instinctively looking for a longsword that was no longer there.He glanced back at Sirsis, who was staring fiercely at the living corpse.

"Mother of the night, what is this?"

If Dacius was there, he would definitely recognize it. This is the Dreadlord Venir Iceblade of Kauak stronghold.

"This is Venir, the Lord of Fear! He has brought news from the Chaos Horde." Sirsis roared.

"We have fulfilled your wish, Hagrid Grave's Malus has been discovered and placed before you, now deliver your message!" Before Sirsis could continue speaking, Malekith's voice It sounded in the throne room.

The corpse stumbled toward Malus, reaching for his face with its broken hand.He screamed and wanted to back away from the corpse, but bumped into Sirsis, who grabbed the back of his neck and roughly pushed him towards the oncoming corpse.

The cold, fetid corpse pressed against Malus's face, and he felt the splintered bone in the corpse's hand dig into his cheek as the corpse studied his features awkwardly.With a savage roar, he broke free from Hirsis' grip and pushed the body away.

The corpse staggered back a few steps, but instead of falling, it turned to face the throne.The air whistled through the cartilage of his throat as it filled his shriveled lungs, and the sound was a bubbling, hoarse hiss when he spoke.

Malus, on the other hand, trembled at the horrible sound, which was bad enough coming from the throat of a dead Drucci, and worse, when he realized that it was a sound he knew all too well.

"Your salvation rests in your hands, Witch King, your stronghold lies in ruins while my army marches on Grond. Now the power is broken, Nagol and Hagrid Grave Mortally struck. Your kingdom is on the verge of destruction, unless you hand me this scoundrel and your hand of the Witch-King, my lord wants to taste his soul." Nagalia's voice came from the broken throat of the corpse. Then the corpse pointed at Marus with its injured hand and continued, "Hand them over and the war will end, otherwise Gorond will be burned, and the destruction of Naggaroth will follow, and the whole of Naggaroth will be destroyed." Will burn in blood. Make your choice, Witch King!"

"Hahahaha." Malekith's angrily retorted laughter echoed in the throne room, and he said after he finished laughing, "Nagaros is not just the Nagol and Hagrid Grave, the Hand of the Witch King The call-up order has been issued, and the entire Naggaroth army is mobilized, since you want the soul of the Witch-King's Hand, you can come and get it yourself, but you must march faster."

After finishing speaking, Malekith waved his hand, and the throne room heard the sound of moving rustling and steel clashing, and the black guard's halberd tore the corpse into pieces.Hissing flames filled the throne room with a searing stench as the head and severed limb fell to the floor.

Malus stood staggeringly, still in shock from what had just happened.His half-sister had secretly worshiped Slaanesh for years, and Nagalia had made obscene pacts with the dark force that gave her demonic powers, but now this?Is this outrageous?
"It's clear now." Morathi looked at Marus as she said.

Malus struggled to control himself, his eyes scanning the throne room, observing the position of the Black Guard, trying to determine where Sirthis was standing.He must escape, and quickly.Can he get the sword of Sirthis?Can he summon the power of Zakhan to claim his freedom?if?wrong!He suddenly thought of something, his half-sister asked for more than him, he was sure that the Witch King would not hand over Dacius.

"There is no doubt that you are right. I can dedicate myself to His Majesty the Witch King and the people of Naggaroth, but what about the Hand of the Witch King?" Marus tried hard to suppress the panic in his heart, looking at Said Malekith.

Malus heard footsteps approaching behind him, passing slowly from right to left, and he turned around only to find Sirthis' blade was less than a finger's width from his throat.

"You can't give her what she wants, are you willing to dedicate Dacius' soul to her? Nagalia will only use me and Dacius to advance her own conquest plan. The demon and the dark force behind her obtained the soul of Dacius, and the power given to her will be even stronger! And she intends to replace you, Your Majesty the Witch King, otherwise why would she form such a huge army?" Marus hates He glared at Sirsis, but his answer was aimed at Malekith, he snapped.

"Unless we can control the demon, we can order the demon to kill Marus, and then give Marus to her. As for Dacius?" Morathi pursed her thin lips thoughtfully and said in a low voice.

"Without its name, you cannot control the demon," Malus said quickly, trying not to let the desperation in his voice.

"Your Majesty, let's send his head away to let her know that what she wants will never be reached!" Sirsis thought of Dacius, his son who served as a retinue beside Dacius, and He didn't want Dacius' soul to be dedicated to Slaanesh because of the benefits that Dacius brought him. He stepped forward and grabbed Marus by the hair, trying to shift his focus to Marus.

"Enough! No one can ask Drucci!" Maleki was growling, his midnight armor burning like an open furnace.

"I will never dedicate Dacius' soul to the power behind her! Never! She and her master are dreaming! All she gets from us is death and destruction!" Malekith's voice Resounding through the throne room, his leaning body rests on his barbed throne.His orange eyes burned on Marus's skin, and he pointed at Marus domineeringly and said, "When you killed the great Lehan, you deprived me of the property I should have, as a price! Now You are mine!"

"I live to serve you, Your Majesty the Witch King, what orders do you have?" Marus tried to tear his hair away, but Sirsis still held him tightly, and growled through clenched teeth.

"Go to Grond! Your exploits against Hagrid Grave are well known, son of Lehan. Command the armies of Grond and lead them against the invaders until I arrive with the armies of Naggarond. In You're going to keep the intruders out there until I get there, do you understand?" Malekith growled, his hands clenched into fists.

"Obey, Your Majesty, I will use all my energy to serve you." Marus took a deep breath, he understood so well, he said without hesitation.Snapping at a possible opportunity, he then said cautiously, "There is one thing to consider, though, that the people of Naggaroth still consider me a vagabond and a criminal, which will make it difficult to speak to any authority."

"You are my squire now, Blackblade! I will give you an iron warrant with my name on it." Malekith hissed, glaring at Malus.

"Then I can take back my noble status?" Marus smiled this time.

"In time, maybe, of course. Serve me well, and you will be rewarded in kind." Malekith paused, looked at Marus carefully and said.But he didn't say a word, that is, on the premise that Dacius didn't kill Marus, he knew that Dacius was afraid of Marus, and at this time he also understood why Dacius would Be afraid of Malus, this is a capable wolf who will seize opportunities!He had seen too many wolves of this kind in the long years.

Malekith felt bored thinking of this, he waved his hand to send Marus away.

Malus turned and walked quickly towards the black steel gate, giving Sirthis a defiant glare as he passed by.His mind was already racing, thinking about all that he would have to do once he got to Grond.

"I also want to thank you, dear sister, and the Hand of the Witch King, Dacius." In a short time, Marus will once again command an army, even larger than last time, he dreamed He didn't expect such a day to come again, he thought with a wild smile.At the same time, he was a little envious of Dacius. If his sister hadn't superfluously asked for Dacius today, maybe he wouldn't be able to leave the throne room today.

"The demon has taken root in your flesh, what do you think will happen once you release it?" Morathi called after Malus as he was about to step out of the black steel gate.

"If I serve the demon well, he will reward me in kind." Malus put his hand on the black steel and said, before he left.

"My son, won't you issue a call-up order?" Morathi asked with a smile after Hirsis also left.

"That's my business, and Dacius has already issued a call-up order, why should I issue it again? Obviously he doesn't think your group of pampered servants can take on the heavy responsibility of fighting." Malekith also laughed said.

"Ah, my son, poor Malekith!" Morathi didn't answer, but looked at her son thinking, her son trying to be a hero like his dead father, but he never succeeded Pass.He has a wonderful talent, he can make others fear, but he can never be loved by others.He was stronger in some ways than his father Aenarion, and certainly wiser.But he just lacks something than Aenarion, and there are endless problems on his road to supremacy.

"My son, do you trust Dacius so much? You are not afraid that Dacius will betray him one day..."

"Enough!" Morathi was interrupted by Malekith sharply before he finished speaking. He wanted to say something about Dacius. The Chia Continent can also operate very well.But he knows that there are some things that his mother should not know. He saw the hostility towards Dacius in his mother, and he also knows the hostility of Dacius towards his mother. He then said with a smile, " Didn't your chief maid tell you about Dacius?"

Morathi glared at Malekith viciously. She knew that Malekith was teasing her. She knew the changes in Drusala, and Drusala was out of her control.

(End of this chapter)