Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 227 77. Are you not hot?

"What? This?" Draka Nightward showed a shocked look on his face.

"I can only say that your cousin's children are all extraordinary, and they all have outstanding talents in life." Daxus said, half sitting and half paralyzed on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, and spread his hands while talking. Severin, the eldest son of the Nightward, and Malagos, his daughter.

At this time, the Dacius brothers and their fiancées were holding a family tea party with Draka Nightward and his children.

Draka Nightward's children bowed their heads under Dacius' gaze, of course they didn't feel resentful, they didn't dare.

"In the name of Chief Executive Drucci, I order Hagrid Grave's army to mobilize. The army will march to Naggarond by land, and the supplies and supplies will be sent by sea." Dacius sat up straight. , took a piece of biscuit from the coffee table and ate it. After eating, he looked at Draka Yedu and said slowly.

"Yes, as Hagrid Nightwatch, I am responding to your call on behalf of this city. The trouble caused by Lehan's children should be over." Draka Nightwatch stood up from his chair, and his children also After standing up, he nodded solemnly and said.

During the time when Dacius went to Krakalund, another naval battle broke out on the Sea of ​​Grudges. The black ark of one of the eight families returned early due to the short distance. After arriving at Hagrid Grave, the first Time unloaded the slaves and trophies. After the unloading, after a hasty supply, he turned around and intercepted another black ark that was returning in the Sea of ​​Resentment. At first, it was just dragging, until the intercepted party became anxious under the urging of the family, and in one night The two sides fought, and ended up fighting thirteen moves, but the black ark still didn't return within the deadline.

"Is there any difference between ruling Hagrid Grave now and before?" Dacius waved his hand to signal Draka to sit down, and he asked with a smile.

"It's easier than before. Under your wise decision-making, the eight major families have become five, and the strength of the five families is not as good as before. It's a pity that you were not there when Hanil Hara, and the faces of those family members It is full of unwilling expressions, and I wish I could tear the other party up on the spot." Draka Yedu first laughed, and then said.

The dignitaries of Drucci who were present also burst out laughing when they heard this.

Dacius promised to give Draka the power of the night watchman, which is also a form of giving in disguise, and this is just a sedan chair carried by everyone.He knew what Severin was doing before, saying that he was training outside, but Draka Nightward was actually worried that his family would be wiped out by Dacius.

The two night watchmen of Hagrid Graves and Callonde Carr are like the Jiedu envoys of the Tang Dynasty, standing for the herdsmen of Malekith.Of course, these two Duluqi Jiedu envoys are more obedient than the Tang Dynasty Jiedu envoys. Given the social situation of Duluqi and Malekith's lofty reputation, they can obtain appropriate benefits, but they angered Ma Lei. The only consequence for Keith is death, and there is no such thing as a large-scale rebellion.And the Calamity of Hell family in Krakalund is like the Guanlong gentry, with the same goals and interests as Malekith.

Severin also played his important role. He secretly recruited Cairn assassins from Callond Cal and Hal Gansi. Husband, the demise of the three families is inseparable from these Kane assassins, and the patriarchs of two of the five remaining families were also killed, and even the patriarch of the Claw Lane family was also slightly affected.

"What are your plans for the future?" After laughing for a while, Dacius looked at Severin and asked.

"Hand of the Witch King, I want to serve as your servant and serve you and His Majesty the Witch King." Severin knelt down from the chair and said without thinking.

"After the matter in the north is over, you will go to the Nagor as the fourth trainee admiral." Dacius shook his head and waved his hand.

Severin, who was kneeling on the ground, froze for a moment.

"Thank you for the grace of the Witch King's hand." Draka stretched out his foot and kicked his eldest son. He understood the meaning behind the fourth trainee admiral. This was a political commitment, a kind of power and The grant of strength means that his family will usher in the peak in the future, provided that he does not die.

"What about you?" Dacius looked at Maragos again.

"Hand of the Witch King, I want to serve Lady Drusala."

"No problem." Dakuus didn't directly agree, but glanced at Drusala, and after seeing Drusala nodded, he paused and said, "Then let's do it for today? Nightwatch Castle Hand over the slaves and artisans to you, and those slaves and artisans will be of great use in the future. Hagrid Grave’s Cold One cavalry will be handed over to the family patriarch of the Crooked Lane. Now that Marus has temporarily restored his reputation, blood feud Also stop for the time being, then summon Lehan's former followers to Naggarond to wait."

Dacius recognized the military accomplishment of Lehan's followers.

After finishing speaking, Dacius got up and held the inside of the forearm with Draka Night Superintendent who had already got up. There is no such etiquette in Drucci society. If there is something like a poisonous sleeve arrow, the other party will die. But he still wants to implement it, which can be regarded as a change, of course, only in a small area that can be trusted and has a relationship of interest.

"That's right, don't you still have arms?" Dacius walked in the corridor and looked at the sleeves of the noble robes and wondered.

"I'm going to join Uncle Celire's Weeping Blood Sect, of course as a non-staff member." Maranul, who was walking beside Dacius, said suddenly.

"I have a special status and I am not suitable to join, otherwise I would also like to join." Dacius nodded and said regretfully.

Now the Lord of Blades, Edreze's sects have preliminarily decided on two, one is the Rolling Blade Cult led by Bainie as the leader, and the other is the Weeping Blood Cult led by Celile as the leader.

The name he gave at the beginning was very Durucci, and even a little Cain-like, but was directly rejected by Dacius. After all, his plan was that the selection of the future religious order would be carried out among the five elites.

Lifetime Equality Asur, Hospitable Aslai, Family Harmony Drucci, Light of Civilization Green Goblin, Elegant Civilization Black Shadow, nothing wrong!

"This time we will ride on the Cold One for the time being, and we will design a set of special armor and weapons for cavalry and foot combat." Dacius said after thinking of something.

"I'm looking forward to the next battle now. According to what you said, the scene may be grand?" Maranul expressed a little impatiently. It was the first time he had seen such a big battle when he grew up.

Dacius didn't say anything, he didn't want to make a prophecy, he just wanted to see Master Ma after solving the northern affairs.

That night, Hagrid Grave began to mobilize, a large number of Cold Ones began to gather, and the armor in the warehouse of Nightwatch Castle was also distributed. Even the few Cairn sect executioners and witch spirits stationed here were also mobilized, as were the even rarer Sisters of Slaughter in the arena.

Dacius didn't stand in front of the window to watch this move, he was a little exhausted from tossing back and forth, he just wanted to have a good sleep now, he knew that he would be even more tired next time.This kind of fatigue is more mental. He is not worried about the future. After all, the script is here, but he feels that the trend has faintly exceeded his expectations, and more changes have occurred with his joining.He was even a little worried that Nagalia would become a co-elected by the four gods at that time, and there would be a whole wave of small annihilation, or a big fight.

On the second day, Dacius and Draka Nightwatch stood in full armor on the reviewing stand of Nightwatch Castle, looking at the neat soldiers lined up in the square and streets.

Dacius is still wearing his classic skin, but the sword has become the success dog of fire obtained in the sinister peaks, the sword of Baskong, the subordinate of the first Phoenix King Aenarion, this sword It was transformed by the mother of the Anasara clan with black magic and turned into a Drucci. It should be called the "Scarlet Sword" now. The sealed fire element in it has also been warmed up a little, but it cannot be used frequently.

As for the dragon armor, let’s forget it for the time being. Kane’s curse cannot be dealt with at the moment. Dacius once suspected that it was also on this sword, but he just didn’t find it.

Draka Nightdark also wears his classic skin, a set of ancient and enchanted armor befitting his status, an intricately patterned breastplate made of blackened Ithilama silver with sharp grooves and artfully forged hooks.Fiery light and bitter steam boiled from the seams of his armor and from the daemon-decorated eyes carved into his ornate helm.

When Draka moved, the armor's joints wept like cursed souls.In his left hand he held a heavy curved sword, still clotted with clotted blood.Three dried heads hang on a trophy hook at his waist, which seems to be his most proud trophy. His right hand wears a pair of armored gloves with sharp barbs on the claws and thousands of carvings. Tens of thousands of small glowing imprints.

"What Nightward Fist? Are you not hot? Are you used to it?" Dacius didn't focus on the soldiers being inspected, but on Draka Nightward standing beside him On his body, he was attracted by this strange and gorgeous equipment. The amazing thing is that Draka Nightward is actually left-handed in battle, but he is right-handed in daily life. Now he especially wants to ask Draka Nightward some personal issues.

"Hand of the Witch King, I have reserved some according to your instructions, and there are [-] soldiers available for the expedition."

"This armor is really extraordinary." Draka Nightwatch's voice penetrated the air and echoed in Dacius' body.The voice shaped by the strength of the armor sank into him like a slow, blunt knife, reaching for his heart, he nodded thoughtfully.

In the battle between the Nagol and Hagrid Grave last year, Hagrid Grave lost a lot of soldiers. This time the scale was so large that most of them were recruited from various families. This time it was a conscription order, not a blood feud It was possible to stand on the sidelines, the consequences of not responding to the call-up were seen as a betrayal of Drucci, and the two black arks returned, despite the fighting, retaining a large number of soldiers.

"Druchi! March to the north! For His Majesty the Witch King!" Dacius raised the scarlet sword and shouted loudly, and the magic device arranged in advance transmitted his voice to the ears of all Durucci present.

The passionate shouts of Drucci's soldiers echoed throughout Hagrid Grave like thunder, shaking Dacius' chest.He could feel the rhythmic sound of his boots on the marble, which brought a small smile to his face.

"Who doesn't like this feeling?"

One after another, the horns began to sound, and the first dark riders set off as the vanguard of the army.The Dark Rider had just left through the great city gate to the north, followed by Hagrid Grave's proud Knights of the Cold One.When the Knight of Cold One passed under the high arch, the patriarch of the Crooked Lane family held up the Soul Eater to salute Dacius, and Dacius resolutely raised the scarlet sword in return.

Behind the Knights of the Cold One waited a large number of infantry, as well as a few Scourge chariots. As for the Cold One chariots, due to the Malekith ban, Drucci could not use them now.

A large number of follow-up troops are still waiting in farther places. As for the Reaper ballista, giant beasts, supplies and supplies, they are transferred by sea.

In a word, Stud!
A city of tents occupied the seashore, and banners fluttered in the constant cold wind that swept Naggaroth with a icy touch from the north and from the surface of the Grudge Sea.It is autumn now, and this cold land is covered with ice and snow, occasionally there are strong grasses and low shrubs with small leaves and long thorns standing in the ice and snow.

In the northwest, steep steel mountains stand tall, and on the east of the Sea of ​​Grudge, there are several ships sailing northward with the flag of Krakalund from time to time.

"According to the distance, we will reach Naggarond at noon tomorrow." Chagorosh stood outside the three swords of Dacus and said respectfully. He is the winner of the competition for the position of Valajar.

"No rest tonight, forced march! Rest after reaching Naggarond." Dacus said decisively, then paused and looked at Chagorosh and said solemnly, "I haven't congratulated you on becoming a Va As for Rahal, since you have become Valahal, you have to fulfill the corresponding obligations, and your rights, wealth, and status will be repaid later."

"Thank you for the grace of His Majesty the Witch King and the Witch King's Hand, I will do my best to do everything I should do!" After hearing what Dacius said, Chagorosh knelt down in the ice and snow and said.

"Here we come!" Dacius nodded and ignored him, but pointed to the south.

Two huge black arks and a large number of plundering ships appeared from the sea horizon. These two black arks were the Nagor and the Tower of God's Blessed Party, which departed from Krakalund.

Without greeting or meeting, tens of thousands of Hagrid Grave's troops continued to march along the coastline. They did not give in to the cold wind blowing from the north and the sea. At night, the lights and signals lined up in a long snake formation. Passing through your army, these lights will keep every troop and flag marching in the correct position without causing confusion.With such a huge troop marching surprisingly quietly, Dacius couldn't help admiring the military quality of Drucci's army.

The dark and ruthless city walls and towers towered in the sky that was about to break dawn, as if flashing like a thousand eyes, giving people a feeling of cold and empty, Naggarond has arrived.

At this time, four black arks and a large number of plunder ships were moored on the wharf of Naggarond. The marauders are cruising on the distant sea, patrolling and guarding.

Dacus's judgment is correct. He is well aware of the wonders of the Naggarond Wharf. The size of the wharf outside the city is far less than that of Krakalund and Karond Karl, and the throughput is even more noisy. Down he will proceed to expand.

"How long will it take to unload?" Dacius and his followers broke away from Hagrid Grave's army and went straight to the dock area, looking at the steward of the dock area who was busy and didn't touch the ground.

"My lord, two days!"

"It's too slow! Karond Karon's ship will arrive tomorrow. I order you to recruit soldiers to assist in unloading." Dacus said decisively, and Hagrid Grave and Krakalond's ship unloaded. Two days, and another two days for Caronde Kar's ship to be unloaded, and four days passed.The Chaos army must be more than Naggaroth's current Drucci army, divide the troops and advance?No one can tell what will happen.
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Like any Drutch city, Drutch's Barracks has its own distinct districts, each with its own character.The picketing troops clung to the makeshift corrals erected by the Dark Riders, and patrols and messengers came and went freely within the barracks.In the sturdier makeshift enclosures lived the Cold One, whose terrible smell ensured that only slaves and the hapless Drucci took shelter downwind.

Beastmasters and their beasts and behemoths live in the outskirts, the larger war hydra bound by black steel chains and sharp black steel spikes, their grunts and howls blown away by the cold wind The smaller beasts snarled and roared in the enclosure.

The majority of the camp consisted of rows of plain black, white, and purple tents, divided according to the cities that responded to the Witch-King's Hand call, various armies, and powerful families.

The lunatics of the Cult of Cairn were assembled, their camp had a huge pyre in the center, and their teepees were hung with gaudy and bloody things.Corpses sacrificed to Kane were charred in sacrificial flames, their hearts hissed in ornately emblazoned black steel braziers, bloodthirsty satisfied by the night's revelry.

Near the center of the camp, a group of sorceresses pitched their tent.Fearing the winds of magic that filled the air, no other Drucci dared to pitch a tent within close range of the sorceresses.

The night was marred by hysterical screams and occasional roars of giant beasts, much to the annoyance of Dacius.

The grandest tents belonged to Drucci's powerful families, but there was no peace here, with rivalries, blood feuds, and truces between rival families maintained only by pickets patrolling the neutral ground between the camps.

Even so, during the march, some dignitaries of Drucci were ambushed and assassinated, and the state of hostility was always on the verge of breaking out into open conflict, especially the dignitaries of Hagrid Graves who were tossed by Dacius, the dignitaries I dare not do anything to him, so I can only find trouble with other dignitaries.

In the center of the camp stands the building of the Hellborne family, proudly overlooking all that surrounds it, a structure of leather, linen, black pine, and blackened steel that resembles a steeple.The building is much taller than anywhere else, and the four corners are occupied by towers with makeshift walls that are dismantled, transported and assembled on each march, with Reaper ballistas on them watching out for anything suspicious around them .

Sleeping next to the building are the sons of Sulehe, four black dragons, the pride of the Calamity of Hell family. Although the black dragons are asleep, they are alert to any signs of danger. A layer of mist, with a touch of poisonous gas.

This is already the second day after Dacius arrived in Naggarond. Karond Karl's army has already arrived. Now there are seven dark arks moored at the docks of Naggarond. This huge army on land Did not enter the city, but stationed on the plain outside Naggarond.

In the building belonging to the Hellborne family, Anasara, Nyukor, Dulias, Draka, Kira, Loxia, Rakkas, Lechkiel, Drusala, and Turaris Wait, wait, countless dignitaries from Drucci gathered together.

Yes, Turaris came with five thousand or so Caenites from Hal Gansi.

As for the great Witch King, where is Malekith?He had already set off with Naggarond's troops two days before Dacus' arrival. Naggarond's male Drucci had all been conscripted, and now Naggarond has only a few city guards guarding the city walls. .

"Tomorrow morning, the army will set out. In the name of Chief Consul Drucci, I will hand over the command of this army to Newkel Hell's Calamity." Dacius put his hands on the sand table and stared at the group. The well-known Du Luqi said that he didn't ask who is in favor and who is against, and he feels too two.

Contrary to what Dacius expected, after a long time, no one came forward to say that I objected to the classic plot.Now he somewhat hopes that Lakas can jump out and object, after all, there is still a debt between them.Is his reputation too strong?Or is the strength of the disaster family of hell too strong?Or does Nucker really have the stature and credentials to take on the job?Or is the power of the Annasara clan mother too terrifying?

Thinking about this, Dacius glanced at Draka Nightward.

After seeing Dacius' gaze, Draka Nightwatch reacted and began to express his support for the Hand of the Witch King, and Kira Nightwatch also stood up to express his support.

Early the next morning, this army, which gathered the essence of Naggaros Drucci, began to march towards Grond.

The endless dark riders galloped along the spear road of the plain, and as far as the eye could see, it stretched east and west, while the edge of the northern horizon was an intermittent steel mountain range once again appeared in front of Dacius, who had been marching for five days. , he knew a day further north and he could see Grond towering steeple against the leaden sky like the black spears of Dreadspearmen.

　I'm going to stop watch or eunuch, you won't scold me, will you?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)