Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

There is a time zone between Amei East and Dezi... No

When it was noon in Athel Loren, it was morning in Clarkarond. The children of the Hellbane family were very hardworking. Maybe it was because of the presence of the great god? Anyway, they were hardworking. After they finished their breakfast in the dining hall, they walked out of the Night Warden Castle and began to busy themselves with their own affairs.

Now is the annual enlightenment period. The sorceresses are either conducting the final primitive population survey before the Sea of ​​Evil and Resentment completely melts, or looking for good magic seeds everywhere to prepare for the transformation of the Nagor, or carrying out the final construction work of the Nagor.

Some of the men served as officers at various levels in the Ebon Claw. They had the right to return to the Night Warden's Castle at night, but they still had to report in at roll call in the morning, unless it was not training or on duty. Another part was active in the standing field army of Clar Karonde. They ate and lived in the barracks and could only return to the Night Warden's Castle on vacation. Another part was active at sea, either following Durias or traveling between Naggaroth and Lustria.

Of course, there are also some disciples and trainers stationed in Aishriel, responsible for the military and daily work, supporting Watt, and the trainers train the naval aviation...

After the design work of the assault ship came to an end, Anasara shifted her focus to the Nagor docked at the port of Clar Karonde, where she was to oversee the restart of the construction of the magic academy on the Black Ark. Meanwhile, Newker lived in the barracks during this period of time, completing the formation of the new legion.

Malekith left the Tower of Destruction and came to Night Warden's Castle, followed by Kolan and Kesley, as well as a hundred-man black guard. He had no intention of wandering around Night Warden's Castle, as he knew that the entire mansion was empty except for the housekeeper Dia and the family members who were either playing or training in martial arts in the backyard. Of course, the family guards who were on duty were still standing there, as were the animal trainers on the first floor below.

He nodded to Dia who saluted him respectfully and walked out of the gate of the mansion. He ignored the family guards who saluted him and walked straight. When he reached the steps, he stopped. After a moment, he turned and walked towards the family guards standing at the door. His behavior made the family guards standing outside the three swords at a loss. The family guards showed confusion and fear on their faces, not knowing whether to retreat or continue standing there.

But the family guard didn't retreat in the end. It was his duty to guard there, and he had nowhere to retreat. He couldn't get stuck in the wall. He was just a warrior with rich combat experience, not a warlock.

"Stand up." Malekith, who had returned to his normal state, said calmly to the family guard kneeling in front of him.

"Fear?" Malekith asked when the family guard stood up tremblingly. He felt that he had asked a nonsense question after asking it. He could clearly see fear in the eyes of the family guard.

"Raise your head and look into my eyes." When the family guard lowered his head, Malekith still said calmly.

"How long have you been in service?"

"Your Majesty, I...I...have served for one hundred and eighty-two years."

"What do you believe?"

"The Lord of Blades."

"Oh? So that's it?" Malekith asked in a playful tone. Clar Karond was not originally the base of Kane's faith. The sorceresses believed in Hecate, and the beast tamers believed in Anes Lema. Although Anasara was a relative of Hellebron, Anasara hated those lunatics and had been secretly suppressing the development of Kane's sect here. The Kane believers here were not as crazy as Har Ganthe.

In addition, he also knew that Krakaronde was now quietly converting its faith. Originally, only a small number of Duruchi believed in the Lord of Blades in Naggaroth. Now... maybe he should find time to pray to Edrezer? And become Edrezer's chosen one?
"The God of Bloody Hands."

"Heh, what are your plans for the future?"

"Your Majesty... I... I..." The family guard hesitated for a long time and couldn't say anything. He really hadn't thought about this question. Now that the King of Naggaroth stood in front of him, he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Do you have children?" Malekith was not angry because the family guard could not answer. It would be a surprise if the family guard could answer it. After all, most of the Drukis live one day at a time, and all this... Seeing that the family guard was unable to answer, he asked another question.

"I have two." The family guard answered quickly this time, because he really had them, just like the farmer being interviewed really had a cow, not 100 million.

"What are they doing now? Playing in the backyard? Or?" Malekith asked casually. He knew that the Hell's Disaster Family was very talented in winning people's hearts, and the family guards who could stand in this position to guard must be the backbone of the force.

"Going out to sea..."

“Is this their decision or yours?”

"I...I and them..." the family guard said as he knelt down again.

This time Malekith did not ask any more questions, as he already knew from the reaction of the family guards. He nodded and turned away, standing on the steps holding the Yangyan Sword, looking up at the leaden sky that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.

"Your Majesty, it's up to you now. As the Archon, I will do my best to support you, but you have to hold on. No one can help you, including your mother. You can only rely on your will to overcome it! If you really can't hold on, look at the Sunblaze Sword and recall your heroic father, Aenarion! Don't let me really become you in the end as in the illusion. That would be your fate, and certainly not mine!"

"If you really can't hold on, just look at the Yangyan Sword." When Daqians' words flashed through Malekith's mind, he no longer looked at the sky, but drew out the Yangyan Sword, holding the glowing Yangyan Sword in both hands.

He knew that what Dacus had just said was directed at him. When he was in Lustria, he knew that Dacus knew everything about his future. He was not sure at the time whether Dacus, who looked like Alandrian, was sent by the gods to guide him or whether he had received some information from Molaig.

Now... he was sure, he understood, he really understood. Just like what Dacus said, his father stepped into the Holy Fire with a brave and kind heart, to save the people in distress. But he was not like that, he just wanted to catch up with his father and prove his merits, but he lacked his father's core and spirit, that's why he failed, that's why he ran out in the process of shaping, he understood, completely understood.

"Molaig's fate is as cruel as ever." Malekith, holding the Yangyan Sword, stopped looking down and turned to look at the leaden sky. After looking for a moment, he murmured, "What an interesting thing fate is. You never know how close you are to your goal when you give up. It's been 4778 years, 4778 years!"

When the Yangyan Sword was put back into the scabbard, Malekith turned around and waved to Kolan and Kessler who were standing there, indicating that the two of them standing outside the three swords should come over.

"Your Majesty?" Kou Lan asked cautiously.

"It's time for a change, isn't it?" Malekith said lightly, then turned and walked towards the garden area.

Kolan and Kesley stared at each other as usual, not understanding what the Witch King was saying. Then, they followed the Witch King's steps.

It could be because time had passed, it could be because he hadn't woken up from the party last night, or it could be because he had deliberately hidden himself after seeing Malekith walking on the street. The noble district was very quiet and desolate, with no pedestrians, no carriages, and no city guards patrolling. There was only Malekith walking in front and the black guards lined up neatly behind him.

"Where is the residence of the Takia family?" Malekith was originally planning to cross the Nagaryath Bridge, but as he walked, he stopped at the intersection and asked Kesley.

"Your Majesty, over there!" Kesley, who had not spoken a word for a year, spoke and pointed in the opposite direction.

The old house of the Takaia family was renovated from the inside out by the Diapai a long time ago, but the three siblings who followed Dacus rarely had the opportunity to live there. The longest time they lived there was half a year after Dacus first returned from the continent of Lustria. After that...

However, this does not mean that no one is in the old house. Elmire, who has married, is training with her and Ryan's daughter. When she saw Malekith standing at the door, she showed a surprised and flustered expression. She has experienced storms, fought on the sea, and adventured in Lustria, but she really didn't expect His Majesty the Witch King to stand there.

The Witch King has never left the Night Warden's Castle since he came to Clar Karonde. Every resident of Clar Karonde knows this, but now he is standing in front of the old house.

"Your Majesty." Elmir, who had no time to prepare, went over with his daughter.

Malekith first waved to Elmir, who was kneeling on the ground, and then turned his attention to Ren's daughter. He wanted to show his closeness and kindness? But he had no intention of hugging her. His midnight armor was too sharp, and the child was not old enough for him to hug. He was not a pedophile. He stretched out his hand to touch the child's head, but after he stretched out his hand, he immediately retracted it.

Afterwards, he just stood there and watched without saying a word, watching the old house, watching Elmir, watching the child hiding behind Elmir and watching him timidly, watching everything around him. He never said anything, and he had no intention of visiting the old house. What was there to visit in a renovated old house? He knew that as long as he came, within an hour, the whole of Clarkalond would know that he was visiting the Takaia family. There were no weak people in Naggaroth, and there were no secrets.

He could sense that the child was not suitable for the path of a sorceress, and that the child's future should not be decided by him. After watching for a moment, he turned and left, leaving Elmir bewildered.

"The defenses here are a bit weak. Send a team of black guards over."

Soon, after giving the order, he arrived at the Nagarys Bridge. He looked up at the statue of Cain standing at the highest point, then lowered his head to look at the distant coast, looking at the Nagor anchored on the west bank of the Red Poison River, and a bunch of black arks that had not yet started after being brought back from Lustria. The other black arks were either still floating on the sea or docked at Chapeiuto in Lustria. Countless plunder ships were anchored at the east coast dock, and the black masts filled the coast of the City of Ships, neatly arranged on the Sea of ​​Malice that was about to be civilized.

Looking at everything in front of him, Malekith felt that it was all so real. This was his power, his kingdom, and his people. After a moment, he opened his arms to embrace it all, just as Daquus had told him, and felt the cold air blowing from the north of Naggaroth blowing on his armor.

Officers of all sizes were dressed in fine armor, their cloaks hanging down to their ankles, the black cloth fluttering in the wind. Their faces showed scars from battles, and their waists were hung with various trophies, as if every scar and every trophy was telling of their bravery and glory.

The soldiers stood in formation, with runes engraved on their armor, and their swords, spears, crossbows, and shields flashing cold light against the leaden sky. The neat and orderly team demonstrated the supreme power of Duruchi, as if each soldier was an icy war machine.

The flag bearers held high the black and silver flags, which fluttered in the wind, like drums on the battlefield beating everyone's heart. The trumpeters blew the trumpets, which sounded low and long, as if the battle order had already sounded.

The Reaper Crossbow Squad stood at the rear of the Hundred Man Team. The huge crossbow flashed coldly in the sun, like the scythe of the god of death. Each operator stood around the Reaper Crossbow with a serious expression.

The all-black elf war horses were wearing cold-resistant vests, and the hot air from their nostrils made them look particularly mighty. The dark riders held sky-piercers, messer knives, or crossbows, waiting for the Witch King's orders and accepting his inspection.

The whole scene was solemn and murderous. Because of the arrival of His Majesty the Witch King, every Duruchi was on high alert, ready for battle, with determination and resoluteness, cruelty and excitement on their faces. The ground was shaking under their feet, and the air was filled with murderous intent. There was no noise in the team, only the slight sound of weapons colliding and the soldiers' orderly breathing.

Under the leadership of Newker, this was an invincible army, and every detail showed the discipline and strength of the Duruchi. The officers stood in front of the team, raised their proud heads, and stared at His Majesty the Witch King who was reviewing them. The soldiers stood upright like statues, and the entire army was like a beast ready to pounce on its prey at any time, full of endless threats and oppression.

"Newker."

"His Majesty?"

"Do you know why I don't like you?" Malekith said softly, looking down at the army.

"know."

Malekith turned to look at Newker, who bowed his head and saluted. After a moment, he turned back to look at the army being reviewed. The soldiers in front of him were drawn from the core field army members of the two cities of Naggarond and Clarkarond, and organized according to the organization discussed in Lustria before. The strictest of the strict, the best of the best, can be said to be the most elite force of Naggaroth.

After watching for a while, he did not make any speech, but just waved his hand lightly, signaling the bugler to blow the bugle. When the continuous sound of the bugle sounded, the officers who were being reviewed quickly ran back to their own teams and mobilized the teams to move.

"Do you need me to praise you?" After the army was mobilized and started daily training, Malekith turned around and asked Newkel again.

"No need, Your Majesty, this is what I should do."

"You are always like this." Malekith said jokingly after pacing around with his hands behind his back. Then he looked at Hirsis who was standing beside him and said, "Stop the work you are doing and take over the daily affairs of Clarkarond from Newker."

"Your Majesty?" Hirsis did not show a surprised expression when he heard the order, but a confused expression, and asked with some trepidation. Crakalond is the base of the Hellsbane Family. The Hellsbane Family controls everything in Crakalond. This is known to every Druk in Naggaroth. He did not understand the meaning of the Witch King. Did the Witch King want him to take over the affairs of the Hellsbane Family? Is this possible? Can he? Can the Hellsbane Family let go? The Witch King is looking forward to his death, and roasting him on the fire rack in the butcher shop.

Newker, who was standing next to Hirsis, stood there expressionlessly, as if he had not heard the words of the Witch King, as if everything happening around him had nothing to do with him.

"What are you thinking about?" Malekith understood what Hirsis was thinking after seeing Hirsis's reaction. He said unhappily. After pacing in place for a while, he continued unhappily, "When we parted in Lustria, Daxus mentioned to me that he planned to make you the Night Warden of Naggarond..."

Before Malekith could finish his words, Hirsis fell to his knees. He understood that it was not the Witch King who wanted him dead, but Dacreus! Being a night warden under the Witch King's nose? How exciting is this? How suicidal is this? Maybe Dacreus regretted giving him the amulet that could teleport to Lustria? No, what about his son who was far away in Lustria?

Even Newkel, who had remained indifferent, reacted. It was impossible for him not to react. As a core figure in Druch politics, he knew that if Clarkarond was the base of the Hellwrack Family, then Nagarond was the base of the Witch King. Since the appearance of Nagarond, there had been no Night Wardens and Valahar.

"Get up!" Malekith said unhappily as he looked at Hirsis who was kneeling on the ground. After Hirsis carefully got up, he said sinisterly, "Dakwus is right, Nagarond does need a Night Warden, and you are suitable for this position.

You know what he is planning. He is going to start a large-scale reconstruction in Nagarond later. The current Nagarond does not meet his needs, and those buildings that are tantamount to illegal buildings to him need to be demolished.

He is the Archon, not the Night Warden of Nagarond. He is responsible for the overall work. So... Nagarond should have a Night Warden who is responsible for these tasks and the subsequent construction work. I can't be in charge of it myself, right?
Hirsis, I don't think this is a good position. You will offend those dread lords to death. Maybe you will get a title? "City Breaker"? "Demolition"? Who knows what those dread lords will plot against you behind your back? I wonder if they will invite you to the midnight conspiracy? Or will they invite you and then beat you up?
My dear Hirsis, if I were you, I would learn more from Newker before he returns to Naggaroth. You know him, and I can tell you in secret." He really lowered his voice after he said this, so that only Hirsis and Newker could hear it, "He has changed a lot after his visit to Elsin Alvin. He is more powerful and kinder than before. I don't think you want to see him angry and bear his anger."

Newker glanced at Hirsis who was standing there in a daze. Seeing that Hirsis did not respond, he shook his head speechlessly and then kicked him.

"Your Majesty, I..."

"Okay, stop showing your ridiculous loyalty. Don't you feel it? Don't you know how funny those words sound when they come out of your mouth? It's like a farce." Malekith said in a teasing tone, and then burst into laughter.

"Your Majesty?" Newker asked cautiously after the laughter died down.

"He is very good, very good, and couldn't be better. He defeated Orion yesterday, the monster that besieged Gorond hundreds of years ago. Now, he is in a meeting. Duruchi, Asur, Asrai, Ai Nier, and the demigods are sitting together, sitting at a very strange table.

He got angry, and he scolded the group of Asur severely, scolding our sharp-tongued cousins ​​who didn't know how to fight back. You didn't see their expressions. Hahahaha, hahahaha! It was the first time I saw him angry, and I could feel that he was really angry. You can never imagine what he looked like.

I want to go out for a walk, otherwise, I will see him being crowned? Become the King of Athel Loren? The King of Athel Loren, the forest spirits and lizardmen are on his side, there is no reason why he should not be the King of Athel Loren." Malekith's tone was very calm, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him.

"Your Majesty?" Newcker asked in surprise.

"Don't think about it. I can feel that Athel Loren is very important to him, very important! If he doesn't deliver supplies there..." Malekith said at the end, waving his hands randomly in the air, "Also, I am not angry about him becoming the king of Athel Loren, and I have no reason to be angry, whether you believe it or not. Well, let's discuss other things, the current affairs, the things in front of us, Koran!"

"His Majesty?"

"Let Chagorosh come over." Malekith ordered. He looked down on Hag Grave Valhar Chagorosh, who was appointed by Dacus, but he respected Dacus. Chagorosh became Valhar according to the rules set by Dacus. Before Chagorosh made any big mistakes, he was not going to do anything to Chagorosh. Maybe... he could train Chagorosh like Dacus trained other Duruchi? At least Chagorosh's loyalty was guaranteed.

"Next, I will also participate in the formation of the legion. In addition, the number of cavalry in this legion is not enough, seriously not enough." After giving the order, Malekith put his hands behind his back and looked at the army training in the distance. After watching for a while, he frowned and said.

According to the discussion in Lustria, the cavalry, or dark riders, are equipped with spears, shields, swords, and crossbows, and wear breastplates. The basic organization is the same as that of the infantry. There is no reaper crossbow squad, but there is a logistics squad. The cavalry is mainly to assist the infantry, drive away the harassing troops, or protect the safety of the flanks and rear of the legion. They will only launch a charge at the most critical moment.

A cavalry centurion is composed of 10 cavalry squads, that is, 100 cavalrymen, and a logistics squad. A total of 110 soldiers, 11 decurions, 1 centurion, 1 deputy, standard bearers and trumpeters are not appointed separately, they are cavalrymen, 200 elven war horses, 4 military vehicles and 1 light field kitchen trailer.

There are 5 cavalry centuries in a legion.

"Your Majesty, the cavalry is positioned as an auxiliary force in the legion, the infantry is the core in the decisive battle, and the crossbow provides important fire support." Newcker said bluntly.

"Newker, you have to know that cavalry is not only powerful in charge, but also important in reconnaissance and pursuit."

"Battles are made up of two different parts: destructive firepower and individual combat. The latter can be offensive or defensive. The ballista only works through destructive firepower, the cavalry only works through individual combat, and the infantry works through both offensive and defensive means."

Hirsis looked at the Witch King and Newker who were about to quarrel. He knew that they were discussing the attributes of the arms in a general way and their applications from the perspective of commander. They were professionals on this issue and he had no right to interrupt.

"In offense and defense, firepower accounts for a larger proportion. A unit without ballistae will be weakened more than a unit without cavalry at all. Although a unit composed only of infantry and ballistae will be at a disadvantage when fighting against a unit composed of three arms, it can still complete its tactical tasks if it has a corresponding number of infantry to replace the missing cavalry and makes slight changes in tactics." Newcker continued.

"You are right, but you cannot deny that without cavalry, outpost duties would be quite difficult, and we would never be able to pursue the defeated enemy freely, and retreat would be more difficult."

"But these difficulties are not in themselves sufficient to prevent a unit without cavalry from taking action; on the contrary, such a unit may perform better against a unit composed of both infantry and cavalry."

"I understand you, Newkel. I fully understand you. You are different from me and Hirsis. He and I have been to Lustria and Aesiril. You have not been there. Dacus planned a Rosario administrative district dedicated to horse breeding. The land there is flat and fertile, which is very suitable for agricultural and animal husbandry activities, just like the Kingdom of Arion.

Moreover! We are not going to attack Ulthuan tomorrow. He will make adjustments to Naggaroth after he returns. In his plan, we should have 600,000 to 800,000 troops, not as we have now. Of course, I think his plan is a bit conservative. If his plan is fully implemented, we will have at least 800,000 troops. "

Newker was about to say something, but his mouth suddenly opened wide. Yes, he had not considered Asherel, but only considered that the environment of Naggaroth could not support too many horses. After Malekith's reminder, he understood. If time was extended, Asherel's horses would be continuously transported to Naggaroth, and more cavalry would appear at that time, instead of like now.

As an experienced tactician, he didn't want to be like this. It would be better to have more cavalry than none. As Malekith had just said, cavalry not only had great power in charge, but was also of great significance in reconnaissance and pursuit.

Moreover... the blueprint drawn by Malekith scared him a little. 800,000? What does that mean? He only had this concept in his imagination. How many people did they have in the last Battle of Gorond? That was just a combination of the field army, black ark sailors, pirates and mercenaries from various cities. Their combat effectiveness was uneven. In his opinion, those mercenaries were only suitable for defense and could not take on the task of attack.

"So, Your Majesty, what do you mean?" Newcker closed his open mouth and asked in shock.

"Add three to five more centuries to supplement it. In addition, form a new cavalry corps. Our next task is to form a large corps before Daquus returns so that he won't nag about it after he returns. This is why I called Chagorosh here. Transfer some officers and soldiers from this newly formed corps to the newly formed corps. Three! No! Two! Together with this corps, there will be a total of three infantry corps, plus a cavalry corps and other arms to form a large corps. What do you think?"

"A large army composed of infantry, crossbows, cavalry, engineers, transports, cold lizard knights, war beasts, and warlocks? No longer a large army composed of three infantry legions? A multi-service mixed force of tens of thousands of people capable of independent combat? Of course! The legion has the ability to fight independently, but it is not strong enough. At the campaign level... our command system... and from a strategic level, a single legion cannot provide enough containment. When... facing a more advantageous enemy, it cannot buy enough time for the overall strategy."

Malekith stared at Newker who was hesitant to speak. He knew what was hidden or unsaid in Newker's words. The power was only on paper, and when it was actually applied, there would always be all kinds of bad problems. This was the reason for forming a large army. Otherwise, there would be fighting alone due to the independence of command. When the nearby troops needed support, they would ignore it and attack, and in the end, it would still be a mess.

Moreover, this contradiction was reflected when the troops were smaller before. He couldn't imagine what terrible things would happen when the 800,000 troops were still like this. Just like before, he was driven into the sea by Asur. He had enough. He couldn't bear another failure. Kill all those dread lords? But this doesn't solve the problem.

"A large army deployed in a diamond shape to advance towards the destination? When an army faces a superior enemy, it can deploy a defense. In less than a day, the scattered troops around can rush to support and attack together! Your Majesty, what about the composition of the cavalry army?"

"As you know, in past battles, cavalry units are usually not fully staffed due to various problems. It's good enough for a century to maintain a number of 80. The basic tactical formation of the cavalry is two horizontal rows. Irrespective numbers of centuries can be arranged in two horizontal rows to form different arrangements and combinations, forming larger horizontal rows, columns, echelons, or even phalanxes. A century is 40 to 50 meters wide when arranged in two horizontal rows, and the distance between the first and second rows is 2 to 3 meters." Malekith finished his words, his orange eyes looking at Newker who was standing there thinking.

"Twenty Centuriae?"

"Almost? Twenty should be enough. When the time comes, we will march and make the second adjustment after we have formed them. But we don't have so many war horses now. So, we can take the three to five centuries I mentioned just now and put them into the cavalry corps. We will first form a cavalry corps consisting of ten centuries and build the framework. We will talk about it later when we have horses. The cavalry corps will not have a commander for the time being. It will be commanded and deployed by the large army. It will serve as a mobile force during the march and be organized before the battle."

"No command? I agree!" Newcker nodded in agreement after thinking for a moment. He understood what Malekith meant. If a command was set up, there was a great possibility that the past problems would occur again. When the infantry needed support, the cavalry was nowhere to be seen. It might be a deployment problem, but it was more likely to be a matter of competing for credit or other political issues.

If the command is given by the commander of a large army, it will be different. As the commander of a large army, he should consider the problems of the entire large army. He will disperse the cavalry to cover the entire large army. If the cavalry is delayed in arriving, it is the cavalry's problem, and the consequences will be serious.

"Your Majesty, where are the supplies?" Hirsis asked. What Newkel and the Witch King were discussing was beyond his understanding. Although he was a dread lord, some dread lords could only lead 500 people, and some... He knew that leading 5,000 people was the limit, that is, an infantry legion. If he led more, he would be exhausted. Perhaps it was the right decision for him to serve as the Night Warden of Naggarond. In addition, he found that the two of them seemed to have not considered an important issue.

"That's something Daxus should consider. When he comes back, he will be responsible for the logistics of the army. I guess there will be another quarrel then." Malekith said in a strong tone. At the end he sighed and shook his head. He knew without even thinking that Daxus would definitely quarrel with him and Newkel.

After Malekith mentioned logistics and Daquus, the atmosphere on the reviewing stand became silent. He turned again and looked at the army in training in the distance. The Dread Spearmen kept stabbing, the Black Crossbowmen shot accurately at the target, and the Dark Swordsmen chopped with shields. Every action demonstrated elite combat skills and impeccable discipline. Watching all this, his thoughts were surging.

After a long time, he turned his head and looked at Newker as if he had made some important decision. Newker in front of him looked older than before. He knew that Newker's life had long exceeded the limit of an elf, and was maintained by some methods and beliefs. He could feel that Newker was obviously much older than when he first came to Clarkarond.

"Can your body hold up?" Malekith asked, concern and uneasiness in his voice.

"I have to hold on even if I can't. I'd rather die in Ulthuan, in Nagarythe!" A stubborn smile appeared on Newkel's face, and he answered firmly.

"This is why I don't like you." Newkel's powerful words did not make Malekith show admiration, but instead a look of disgust.

"Your Majesty, I know."

"Before parting with Daquus, he mentioned to me the establishment of a war staff and the development of military with the war staff as the core. I think he is right. We should have such a department. In my opinion, many dread lords can't even command a legion, let alone a larger legion." Malekith ignored Newkel and talked about other things.

Newkel knew about this. Dacus had mentioned this idea to him during the half year he served as his squire. But he suppressed it because he knew what this department meant. This department touched the core of Naggaroth politics, and it might cause a big disaster. Moreover, the opinions and ideas on the establishment of this department should not be proposed by the Hell Disaster Family. But now... the situation has become different.

"Do you know why Daxus asked those Dread Lords to invest? Economically? He and I are not short of money. It's mainly about politics and military." Malekith knew from Newker's reaction that Daxus should have mentioned this to Newker a long time ago, and Newker, or the Hell's Disaster Family, was as cautious as ever, unlike his friend's crazy daughter.

Newker showed a surprised look. He had guessed it a long time ago, but he didn't expect that Malekith and Dacus would want to make such a big deal. It seemed that some of his friends would not live long, but he was not going to remind them. In his opinion, this was a good thing. He was not so satisfied with his friends' performance on the battlefield.

"You will be the one to build this department. You will be the Chief of Staff. You should build the system first..."

"Your Majesty, shouldn't this department be set up by you? I can only assist at most." Before Malekith could finish his words, Newcker knelt on the ground. He said with some fear, his tone trembling a little.

"How many years have you been the Valahar of Clar Karonde? Do you remember? What? Are you addicted to it?" Malekith looked at Newker who was kneeling on the ground, a hint of displeasure and complex emotions flashed in his eyes. There was a hint of teasing in his voice, but more of an expectation and oppression.

"Your Majesty, what about you?" Newkel raised his head, his eyes full of awe.

"Me?" Malekith's eyes suddenly became deep and firm. He first laughed loudly, his laughter full of confidence and pride. Then, he looked into the distance with a gaze that seemed to penetrate everything, as if he had seen the future victory and glory. He paused for a moment, brewing a grand announcement, and then he spoke with great pride, his voice echoing in the air like thunder.

"Imperator!" (End of this chapter)