Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Malekith might not be a good tour guide. He walked in front without saying a word, and had no intention of introducing anything. The three night wardens and Kolan also followed behind without saying a word, and had no intention of asking any questions.

“We take it for granted that the ruling class is a group of people who are good at management, calculation and strategy, so we are often surprised by the recklessness, pride, stupidity and arrogance they reveal.”

His mind flashed back to what Dacus had said to him, and at this moment he thought that what Dacus said was right. He gave Tigasus a chance, and Tigasus rewarded him in this way, not in any other way. Although it was expected, he was still a little disappointed.

He thought about what happened just now. In Dacus' words, it was a good show, but the result... the feedback was not good. He could feel the fear of Kira, Hirsis and Draka towards him. If Dacus saw that scene just now, he would definitely applaud and laugh out loud. Thinking of this, he stopped and turned to look behind.

The moment he turned around, the three Night Wardens and Kolan stopped, looked down at the ground, and lowered their heads to listen to his instructions. He was about to say something when a gleam of mockery flashed in his eyes, but the mocking words never came out of his throat.

Dacus had given him a difficult problem, so that he could no longer do whatever he wanted as before. Saying some mocking words to these slightly loyal ministers would make the already bad situation worse.

"Look up. There is nothing on the ground except carpets. If you like these carpets with delicate lines, you can take them away." Malekith said softly after adjusting himself for a moment. When the three Night Lords raised their heads, he pointed to a statue not far away and introduced it, "This is a statue of my father."

The Night Wardens stopped looking at the carpet and shifted their gaze to the statue that the Witch King pointed to. Draka was amazed, as he thought it was an amazing work of art.

The statue captures Aenarion, his true noble pride, and his tragic loneliness. The great stone warrior leans around a massive sword blade, carved with flames that seem to billow beneath the gemstones. The First Phoenix King gazes out, far above the viewer's heads, as if looking into the distance, seeing something farther and higher than any mortal could see.

After the introduction, Malekith walked to the table carved from rare wood, his ruthless iron hand caressed the graceful curves of the table, feeling the immeasurable elegance and dignity. After walking around the long table, he picked up the plate inlaid with diamonds and rubies and fiddled with it. After fiddling with it for a while, he put the plate back to where it should have been.

"Are you just going to stand there?" Malekith's voice came coldly.

The three Night Wardens looked at each other. They could sense that Malekith was very strange at the moment. A king actually did what a servant should do. It seemed that the Witch King really took himself as a tour guide? Or something else.

"Your Majesty, how should we serve you?" Kira spoke first, asking cautiously.

"As you know, I have ruled this land for a thousand years. During this time, countless traitors, ambitious people, and fools have attempted to challenge my authority. They failed because they underestimated my wisdom and power." Malekith did not answer, but continued to stare at the decorations on the table, as if immersed in his own thoughts. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke.

As he said this, his eyes swept coldly over the three Night Wardens and Kolan, causing these powerful beings to shudder.

"You have done a great job over the years, and I am very satisfied with your work." Malekith continued, with a hint of barely perceptible mockery in his tone.

"Your Majesty, what do you want us to do?" Draka couldn't help but ask.

"I hope you understand that loyalty is more important than any talent. Don't forget what happened today, and don't underestimate my power and wisdom." Malekith turned slowly and looked directly at Draco.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The three Night Supervisors and Kou Lan bowed their heads deeply and answered in unison.

"Now, come and help."

The three Night Wardens and Koran followed orders and stepped forward to help sort out the relics from Nagaryth, the broken home of Druki. These relics were carefully placed back to their original places and restored to their original appearance. The ancient utensils and ornaments, although covered with dust, still exuded their former glory. However, the rotten food in the bowl was still there, emitting a disgusting smell.

Kira frowned slightly, but she didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction. She carefully took a rotten fruit out of the bowl, trying to be gentle so as not to anger the Witch King. Hirsis and Draka were also busy, knowing that any negligence could bring terrible consequences.

Malekith was also busy, but his eyes were as cold as ice, observing the Night Wardens' every move.

Hirsis felt a chill and realized that this was not just a simple reorganization, but a test, a test of loyalty and obedience.

"Remember the history of these relics and their significance. They are witnesses to our past and warnings for our future," Malekith whispered.

The three Night Overlords nodded silently. They knew in their hearts that these relics were not just objects, but also symbols of the history of Duruchi. By sorting out these relics, they felt the majesty and power of the Witch King, and also felt the heavy responsibility they shouldered.

"Very good, we can leave now." When the last relic was placed, Malekith nodded with satisfaction.

They walked and stopped along the way. Sometimes, Malekith was attentively introducing the past of the relics. Sometimes, the Night Wardens joined in the sorting and restored the originally messy items to their original positions. This experience was new to them, something they had never experienced before. They worked together with the Witch King to push up a fallen statue and put it back to its original position.

"These are the last relics brought back from Nagarythe. They bear witness to our history and carry our glory." Malekith said as he gently brushed his fingers across an ancient pottery jar.

"This sword... once protected our home in the darkest days." Malekith pointed to a rusty sword on the wall.

The three Night Wardens and Koran followed quietly, listening to Malekith's story.

"Do you still remember the mission the Archon assigned to you before leaving Naggaroth?" Malekith changed the subject.

"Coming!" Kira responded in her heart. She knew that the Witch King would definitely be waiting for her somewhere. At the same time, she also knew what the mission the Witch King was talking about. Before leaving, Daxus held a special meeting and ordered them to take in orphans in their respective cities.

"Yes, your majesty, I remember," Kira replied immediately, bowing her head to show her respect.

Malekith nodded and turned his gaze to Draka. In the silent air, it seemed as if everyone's heartbeat could be heard.

"Your Majesty, I remember." Draka responded a step slower.

"Now, tell me, what challenges did you encounter in this mission? What progress did you make?"

"Your Majesty, I encountered some difficulties in the process of taking in orphans. For some reasons, many children were filled with... fear and distrust. But I have successfully resettled most of the orphans and provided them with basic training. I found warlocks to teach them knowledge, and found the best martial arts masters in Karonde Karl to teach them martial arts. I provided the best shelter and food to ensure that they can adapt to their new life as soon as possible." Kira sorted out his thoughts and spoke first.

Draka was stunned. He lowered his head and glanced at Kira with an inexplicable look. He didn't know the word "volume", but it didn't stop him from wanting to punch Kira at this moment. Kira had said everything he could say. He didn't know what to say, but he reacted quickly and found the point that Kira had overlooked.

"Haig Graves's orphan placement work is going smoothly. I provide them with food, shelter and education to ensure that they can adapt to their new life as soon as possible. Before coming here, I counted the number of orphans. There are 1356 in total, including 574 orphans between the ages of and ..." Draka reported the situation in his city. According to Dacus' order, he only needed to raise the children until they were years old. But he didn't do that. He was not stupid enough. These children were his achievements. He was waiting for this moment.

After the Battle of Gorond, Daxus returned to Nagarond and convened a small-scale dark council while the top leaders had not yet returned. The first item of the meeting was the problem of gang members, and then the problem was extended to children.

He believed that gangs had no value and meaning, so the Nagaros Druzy version of the anti-gang campaign was launched. While the anti-gang campaign was being carried out, a shelter was built to house those children who had no resources and lived in gangs. From then until now, the oldest child is 24 years old. "I firmly implement the Archon's request to give them a happy childhood. There are no cult members in the shelter. It is a place that Kane's followers cannot reach..." Kira, who lowered her head, also did not know the word "roll", but this did not prevent her from rolling Draka to death.

Draka responded again, and both sides seemed to be ready to crush each other.

Malekith noticed a clue, but he did not interrupt. Instead, he listened and thought.

After the Battle of Gorond, Nagarond also carried out a similar campaign to eliminate gangsters and evil. He and Daxus both knew that with the current social form of Nagaros, eliminating gangsters and evil could not fundamentally solve the problem. The soil for the formation of gangsters still existed, and only by completely changing the social form could the gangsters be truly eliminated.

He also knew that Dacus's focus at the time was not to eliminate gang members, but to shelter and train a group of children. At that time, Nagarond systematically sheltered children and the elderly, the weak and the disabled, and brought them to Asheril through the Black Ark. During his time in Lustria, he also took time to teach those children. He knew that the group of forces had become the backbone of Asheril. Now that the fruit is ripe, he has set his sights on other cities.

He believes that Dacus's approach is correct. The strict organizational structure, strict discipline and standardized weapons, professional logistics agencies coordinating production, a sound staff system, various professional colleges and professional talents have made the entire system more stable and efficient. Dacus is promoting a future of systematic, professional and all-round development.

He could see that this tight organizational structure and strict discipline were the core of social change. Through professional logistics organizations, production was coordinated to ensure the effective allocation and utilization of resources. The establishment and improvement of the staff system made the decision-making process more accurate and efficient. The development of professional colleges and professional talents ensured the specialization and refinement of various fields within the system.

He believes that through this change, a more stable, prosperous and powerful society can be built, rather than the current and previous one. In such a society, every individual can find his or her own position, become a strong person, exert his or her own value, and contribute to the progress and development of the entire society.

During the execution, he discovered a cruel fact: no one... The large legion stopped after forming two. Resource allocation can be solved, and Clarkalond can provide resources. The most difficult part is that there is no one. He found that there is no loyal and professional officer support structure. These officers are not under his control, but are controlled by various families and dread lords, or become mercenaries.

"Didn't you gain any benefit from this? Like recruiting some outstanding children for training?" He asked suddenly after a while, when Draka and Kira stopped arguing with each other.

"No!" Draka was not frightened by the Witch King's question and fell to his knees. He looked up and looked into the Witch King's eyes and responded with a firm tone. He had thought about this question before, but it was just a thought. Past events lingered in his mind all the time. The Witch King's spies filled Hag Graves. He knew that the cost and benefits of doing so were completely disproportionate.

Unlike Draka, Kira knelt on the ground, cold sweat running down her face, across her eye mask, and dripping onto the dusty carpet. She strictly followed the orders of the Witch King's Hand, but she did not raise the children like Draka did. After the children grew up, she sent some of them into society, and a few were taken into the family.

"Your Majesty, I... I did absorb some children into the family, but this was after they grew up... I... I..." Kira said tremblingly, her voice trembling a little, and she tried her best to keep herself calm. She did not choose to lie, she knew that lying would only result in one thing: death!
Malekith's eyes swept back and forth between Kira and Draka, without any emotion in his eyes. He walked slowly to Kira's side, the soles of his shoes rubbing against the floor, making a harsh and painful sound.

"Kira, I am a little disappointed with your actions, but you did not violate the Archon's orders. I have a good memory and remember everything that happened. At that time, he said that the children should be raised until they are sixteen years old and they don't need to do anything during this period. Of course, they can be taken on tours and their future careers can be planned in advance. Children with magical and empathetic talents can be given appropriate attention and care.

So... I won't do anything to you because of this. You know Dacus, he follows procedures when doing things." Malekith said coldly as he held Kira's shoulders and helped Kira up.

Kira felt the Witch King's hand leave her shoulder, and she slowly stood up, lowering her head and not daring to look him in the eye. But she also knew that this matter was over, and even if the Witch King brought up the past in the future, he would not bring it up, unless...Darkius fell.

"As for you, Draco. Your answer satisfies me. Do you need any reward?" Malekith turned to Draco with a hint of approval in his eyes.

"No, Your Majesty, this is what I should do." Draka responded with her head down.

"I hope you remember that the future of Naggaroth is in your hands. Every decision, every action, will affect our future." Malekith nodded, his tone calm but full of majesty.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The three Night Wardens and Kolan answered in unison, but they had their own thoughts in their hearts. They knew that every word of the Witch King was hidden with deep meaning, and every decision they made would have a far-reaching impact in this icy and snowy world full of conspiracy and struggle.

These most powerful beings of Naggaroth walked and stopped, passing through the silent halls, and came to one lost and haunted room after another. Every place was shrouded in gloom and silence, and the air seemed to be filled with invisible ghosts. The tattered tapestries and faded paintings hanging on the walls silently told the long history and countless secrets of the Black Tower.

When they reached the area where Darkus had been, Malekith stopped. The atmosphere here was even more gloomy and depressing, as if unknown dangers were lurking in every corner. At the end of the corridor, a huge stone door could be vaguely seen, engraved with ancient runes and complex patterns, as if warning uninvited guests.

"Hilsis." Malekith's voice echoed in the silent space, breaking the silence.

"Your Majesty," Hirsis responded immediately, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"Now, I will give you your first task. Before Daxus returns, clear the middle and lower areas of the Black Tower. I will not make any specific requirements. It is up to you to decide what to do. You also know who will use this place in the future." Malekith said calmly, his eyes piercing through Hirsis's eyes, as if he was seeing into Hirsis's soul.

He knew that Dacus would be back soon, and he had to do the preparatory work before Dacus returned, such as completing the renovation of the Black Tower. According to Dacus's plan, a group of professional bureaucrats would appear in Naggaroth in the future, just like the professional officers in the General Staff. Naggarond needed a place to accommodate these bureaucrats, and his Black Tower was the best choice. All orders would be issued from the Black Tower, dominating the entire Naggaroth.

Of course, completing the renovation of the Black Tower is only the most insignificant preparatory work...

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will ensure that these areas are as clean as new before Daxus returns." Hirsis bowed deeply and replied with a firm gaze.

The middle and lower levels of the Black Tower are ominous places, where the souls of plotting, fighting, and betraying seem to still roam in these dark corners. The mottled bloodstains and scratches on the stone walls are witnesses of countless battles and conspiracies. The air is filled with a damp and decayed smell, as if the Black Tower itself is gradually decaying and dying.

Hirsis knew that this would be a difficult task with deep political significance and challenges. Cleaning up these areas not only requires thorough removal of physical dirt, but also requires dispelling the fear and shadows hidden in the darkness. At the same time, it is also a complex test in terms of the deployment of manpower.

But his heart was filled with determination, and no matter what, he would complete the task and ensure that these areas were in good condition before Dakwus returned. He knew that this would not only be a test of his loyalty and ability, but also a decisive moment for his future position in Naggaroth.

A gust of cold wind blew away the dust on the table, and Malekith pulled out a heavy chair and sat down gracefully and majestically. His movements were filled with unquestionable authority, and the table carved from rare wood looked particularly solemn.

"Sit down." Malekith's voice was calm and firm, with an unquestionable power.

The three Night Wardens and Kolan carefully pulled out their chairs and sat on both sides of the table. Their movements were cautious and respectful, fearing that they would anger the powerful Witch King. Everyone's heart was filled with tension and awe. At this moment, they felt as if they were standing in a judgment of fate.

On the table were various exquisite utensils and ancient artifacts, each of which told of a long history and countless secrets. Malekith's eyes swept across these items, as if he was examining something, or as if he was recalling a moment in the past.

"Now, there is a task, a task related to our future. I need you to provide a list. Soon, a batch of gold-carrying ships will return from Asheril." Malekith suddenly spoke, his voice low and powerful, like a thunder exploding in the ears of the dignitaries.

Draka and Kira, who was sitting opposite, looked at each other. They could feel the Witch King's determination and expectations. But they didn't understand the hidden meaning in the Witch King's words, what the list referred to, and how it was related to the gold transport ship.

"A new era has arrived, but some people cannot keep up with the times." Malekith nodded, his eyes deep and sharp, as if he could see through everyone's heart.

Draka and Kira looked at each other again. The words of the Witch King were clear enough. They knew what the list was referring to. When they thought of this, their bodies began to tremble with excitement. (End of this chapter)