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Malekith was a little annoyed. The reason for his annoyance was that Daxus's plan was too cumbersome and complicated, requiring a long time of planning and extremely tedious steps. However, he also admitted that if it was carried out smoothly, the benefits to be gained would be enormous and would be once and for all.

"We should finish the finishing work before Daquus comes back, rather than wait until he comes back to start the preparations." Malekith said coldly, with a hint of unquestionable determination in his tone. He first defined the matter, letting the Night Overseers understand the importance of this matter.

Draka raised his head and looked at the Witch King with a questioning look on his face, but he did not say what he wanted to say. He was not Newker, and this was not something he should ask.

"Three to four years, what do you think?" Malekith responded.

"Your Majesty... You are aware of Hag Graves' current situation. I cannot provide any list." Draca stood up, straightened his chest, his eyes full of fearlessness.

"Draka, you are always so cautious, but caution is not always a bad thing." Malekith laughed a low laugh that was particularly abrupt in the silent hall, and then said contemptuously. He paused, his eyes swept across the faces of each Night Lord, "Although the Archon's plan is complicated, it is our only way out. You must know that we have no time to waste."

Kira and Hirsis had been listening silently without interrupting. They knew that now was not the time to express their opinions, but the time to follow orders.

"What we need are resources, time, manpower and determination. We must complete all the work within three to four years, not only to welcome the return of Darkus, but also for the future of Naggaroth." Malekith continued, his voice full of cold power.

"Understood, Your Majesty, I will do my best to complete the task." Draka took a deep breath and nodded slowly. He knew that the Witch King's determination was unshakable, and only by going all out could he live up to the Witch King's expectations. He responded firmly, with unquestionable determination in his tone.

"What about you?" Malekith nodded with satisfaction, then turned his sharp gaze to Kira, his voice cold and majestic.

"Your Majesty, Karonde Karl needs your assistance." Kira felt a chill, stood up and lowered his head.

The situation of Karonde Karl is different from that of Hag Graves. After the war between Hag Graves and the Nagor, they were defeated by Darkius. Some members of the family were killed and their clans were destroyed. The remaining families were also greatly weakened due to repeated turmoil.

When Malekith returned from the continent of Lustria, the remaining forces of Hag Graef were destroyed by the Night Warden and Valahal. From then to now is the most smooth period since Draka ruled Hag Graef. After all, it has experienced two political reshuffles in just ten years.

The Night Wardens and Valahal were in agreement on politics and the distribution of benefits. The successful Hooked Claw Storm family also took a portion of the benefits. Now Hag Graves is dominated by these three families, dividing up all of Hag Graves' benefits. The rest were small families with no influence and not worth anything, so Draka really couldn't provide any list at the moment, unless he turned the knife on himself, which would be a bit embarrassing...

But Caronde Carr is different. After the Archon came to power, especially after he began to control Asheril, the families of Caronde Carr gradually expressed dissatisfaction. This is related to the city's positioning. Hag Graef is a resource-based city, providing iron ore, marble and cold lizards to various cities in Naggaroth, while Caronde Carr is also a resource-based city, but it is engaged in labor dispatch work...

The returning black arks and plunder ships would stop at Caronde Carr, sell the labor dispatch for a good price, and then go to Clar Caronde for repairs and spend the winter break. The slave traders in Caronde Carr would sell the labor dispatch to various cities, but when Asheril began to conquer, everything changed.

Even the Black Ark of the Fallen Heart Family no longer docks in Karonde Kar, but goes directly to the continent of Lustria. It will only return to Naggaroth along the underground sea when it is necessary for repairs, but it will not return to Karonde Kar, but go directly to Kra Karonde.

Kalond Karl lost its former role, and the families that relied on labor dispatch suffered huge losses and lost their initial interest in continued investment in Aishriel. It was also the city with the largest number of mercenaries. The Duruchi mercenaries that Dakuus met in Skjord, the largest coastal town of the Björlin tribe, were from Kalond Karl.

"I am very aware of the situation in Karonde Kar." Malekith was silent for a while, his eyes were deep, as if he was thinking about something. After a moment, his voice was low and powerful.

"Your Majesty, I understand. I will do my best, but... I need guidance." Kira felt the Witch King's gaze was like a knife. She knew that this was not just an order, but also a test.

Malekith did not respond this time. The atmosphere became silent and the whole room seemed to be shrouded in an invisible oppression.

The Night Wardens all felt an indescribable tension. They held their breath, waiting for the Witch King's next instruction.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. Malekith's silence intensified the uneasiness of the Night Wardens. His eyes were still cold and deep, as if they could penetrate the soul of every Night Warden.

Kira felt sweat dripping from her forehead and she clenched her fists nervously, her mind filled with countless questions and anxieties.

"I will give you guidance, but you must learn to discover and solve problems on your own. This is your opportunity to grow and your time to prove your loyalty." Finally, Malekith slowly raised his head. His eyes were still sharp, but his tone was a little softer.

"I understand, Your Majesty. I will do my best to complete the task." The words of the Witch King made Kira's heart tremble. She knew that the task she faced was far more complicated and dangerous than she had imagined. She took a deep breath and nodded.

"The gold ship will return soon, but it will not be enough. I will take out some wealth from my treasury as a supplement." Malekith nodded with satisfaction and turned to the other Night Wardens.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to reject your proposal. Although I do not understand what you are going to do specifically, as a subject, how can I let you do this? Your Majesty, please allow Hag Graves to make additional comments. This is not only our responsibility, but also our honor." Draco stood up with a firm expression and a hint of determination in his eyes.

"Draka, you know the importance of this operation. No failure is allowed."

"Because of this, we should do our best and not let you do this! This is our duty and our loyalty and commitment to you." Draka continued in a strong voice.

Malekith did not laugh, but was silent for a moment before looking at Draka. In his impression, Draka was not like this before. Perhaps there was a reason why Dacus did not choose to kill Draka directly but invested in her. Dacus saw what he had overlooked.

"Since you insist so much, I will accept your proposal." Malekith spoke with a hint of approval in his tone.

"Thank you for your trust, Your Majesty. I will do my best to ensure the successful completion of the mission." Draka bowed deeply, knowing that it was safe. Hag Graves was different from before. The current Hag Graves had no shortage of money. The iron ore that was produced continuously was the mint. Now he was on a brand new path, and all he had to do was to go further on this path.

Kira looked up at Draka and knew that she had completely failed in this round of competition, and her defeat was horrible, but she still had a chance.

As Malekith's fingers snapped, Kolan, who had been silent since the meeting began, stood up and placed the briefcase hanging on his waist on the table.

"have a look."

The night supervisors looked at each other and opened the file package. To their surprise, there were no official documents in the file package, only a few sheets of paper full of drawings. When they opened these drawings, they saw the contents that shocked them.

In each picture, Malekith is depicted as an image that is difficult to ignore: he is wearing midnight armor, standing majestically, his finger pointing forward, his eyes sharp, as if he is staring directly at everyone who views the picture.

The Night Wardens looked at the painting carefully, sensing the deep meaning it conveyed. Malekith was wearing the Midnight Armor, a symbol not only of strength and authority, but also of ruthless determination. Every detail in the painting was portrayed with great precision, showing Malekith's fearless will and absolute control of power.

This painting was drawn by Ryan, and Dacus showed it to Malekith. The prototype was the classic Uncle Sam. Malekith, who was very interested in it, accepted Dacus's advice and drew it himself using magic.

Kira looked at the Witch King in the picture and felt an invisible pressure. When she saw the content below, her eyes widened involuntarily. The words below the picture were even more terrifying than the picture itself.

The text clearly read: Join my army!
Even more terrifying is the connection diagram below this text. The text at the bottom is the soldier, and the connection expands upwards from the soldier. The leftmost is the officer, and the top is the dread lord. To the right of the officer is the promotion route of the Black Guard, the Knight of the Order, and the Credan, which are arranged in order. In order to prevent the soldiers from not understanding these words, Malekith also thoughtfully drew abstract crowns and horn crowns to represent the meaning of the words.

The style of the horn crown is a symbol of status in the Duruchi army. The soldiers may not understand words, but they definitely understand the meaning of the style of the horn crown.

The soldiers' promotion path was fully shown on this blueprint. Kira's first reaction was that the world had changed. Malekith and Darkius' plan was too big, so big that it would trigger the largest unrest in Naggaroth so far, because the Witch King's doing so was tantamount to depriving the powerful of their most core power: control of the army.

"Your Majesty...this?" Kira asked with a trembling voice.

"Hmm?" Malekith looked away from the drawing and looked at Kira coldly.

"Your Majesty, this map... the promotion path for soldiers..." Kira tried to keep her voice steady, but she couldn't hide her shock and fear. She understood what this map meant.

At this moment, Kolan stood up and came to a position not far behind Kira.

"Kira, you know that Naggaroth needs change. We can no longer rely on those greedy dignitaries. The army needs fresh blood and warriors who are truly loyal to us." A cold light flashed in Malekith's eyes.

"Your Majesty, but this will cause..." Kira's heartbeat quickened. She could feel Malekith's determination and strength. This was not just a picture, but the beginning of a change. She knew that Malekith and Daxus's plan would subvert the entire power structure of Naggaroth. Her words were interrupted by Malekith.

"Unrest? Rebellion? Kira, we must take the risk! Only in this way can Naggaroth be invincible in the future war, and Duruchi can rule Ulthuan. Those stubborn nobles, if they are unwilling to accept change, they must be eliminated."

Kira lowered her head and stopped talking. She knew that the Witch King had made up his mind and would carry out this plan no matter what the consequences.

Throw away the old ruts and the world will suddenly become wider.

She suddenly realized that this plan was very feasible. As someone in the circle, she knew how the powerful operated the army. Soldiers from the civilian class usually had no way to be promoted. Being a centurion was basically the best they could do, unless they were appreciated by the powerful. But the probability of this was very small, because middle and high-level officers were usually family children and nobles, and not every family was as large as the Hell Disaster Family.

There are only three paths waiting for soldiers: either die in battle, become a family guard for the powerful, or leave the army to become a gang member or mercenary.

Now, the path for soldiers to be promoted is open, and this picture has a huge impact on the soldiers. When the soldiers see this picture, the nobles will betray them. They are both soldiers and get paid, so why not choose to be loyal to the Witch King?

"Your Majesty, I am willing to hand over my troops and resolutely carry out your plan." Kira raised his head again, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

"Very good, Kira. You made a wise choice. This is exactly the determination and courage that Naggaroth needs." Malekith nodded with satisfaction.

Kira felt the Witch King's affirmation, and the doubts in her heart gradually dissipated. She knew that she had to go all out to survive the next round of power reshuffle. Although she no longer controlled the army, at least she still had power in her hands, instead of dying and her clan being exterminated.

"I am willing to do the same, Your Majesty. No matter how difficult it is, I will do my best to complete your plan." Draka said firmly, and he also stood up to express his position. In his opinion, handing over the army was something that was expected and inevitable in the development of the times. He had prepared himself mentally a long time ago. At the same time, he also knew that as long as he retained power, he could still obtain the army in another way.

"Your Majesty, I will do my best." Hirsis nodded, with the same determination in his tone.

Hirsis's statement was met with confused expressions from Kira and Draka. They had not heard about the news and did not know why Hirsis had come out to make the statement, but soon they suddenly realized a possibility.

"Soon, Hirsis will serve as the Night Warden of Naggarond." Malekith responded to the Night Wardens' confusion.

"Hiss..." Draka, who heard the news for the first time, took a breath. In his opinion, this appointment was too sudden, unprecedented, and had deep political implications. And Kira also looked at Hirsis with complicated eyes. Hirsis's son was Valahar of Asheril. She knew that land. She knew that the vastness and wealth there were incomparable to Naggaroth. Dorian was extremely powerful. And now, Hirsis...

"Ten years, ten years is too long, five years!"

Draka knew what the Witch King was talking about. The previous Red Poison River Conference set a ten-year deadline for the first round of investment. Within ten years, the dignitaries could use all means to complete the first round of investment. When Dacus returned to Naggaroth, the investment would be closed, and the next step would be a major reshuffle of the entire Naggaroth.

"Your Majesty, this?"

"No! This time the investment period is five years after the Red Poison River Conference."

Draka nodded, as if he had guessed the Witch King's intention.

"I will distribute the investment returns and then conduct a second round of investment. The first and second rounds of investment will be carried out at the same time."

The Night Wardens looked at Malekith, and they had a chilling feeling, as if... no need to as if, they had already guessed what the Witch King was going to do.

The plan discussed by Malekith and Daxus was actually very simple. Although the plan was too complicated and required a long time of planning and extremely tedious steps, it was actually very simple to execute.

First distribute the returns from the first round of investment, and then continue with the first round of investment and make the second round of investment. The first round of investment is still in property, and the second round of investment... is the number of troops.

At this time, the powerful will face two choices. One is to reinvest the investment returns as before, and the other is to use the investment returns to expand the army.

As for how to choose, it depends on the choice of the dignitaries. But no matter how they choose, Malekith and Dacus will not lose. Dacus has never broken his promise, and the return on investment has indeed been returned to the hands of every dignitary. The black paper and white words, not a penny more, not a penny less, completely according to the process, he has always been generous and kind, and his personality has not collapsed.

It's just that the investment period has been shortened, but this is good for the powerful. After five years, the liquid funds and real estate in their hands have been insufficient to cover expenses, and the return on investment will further stimulate them to buy and sell real estate and investments.

But... in Malekith's opinion, not all dignitaries have this kind of political vision. Most of them are short-sighted and care more about immediate interests. If there are really dignitaries who are willing to do this, it means loyalty and choosing to stand on his side. In return, he will give them a certain amount of power and status as a reward after the reshuffle, and the return on investment will be paid in full.

However, he believed that there were very few nobles who would choose to do so. Given the situation in Naggaroth, when there was an opportunity to expand the army, which noble would be willing to give up this precious opportunity?

When the nobles have completed the expansion of the army, he will order them to lead the army to the plains outside Nagarond. This gap is too short for the nobles to conduct effective training. He knows very well that the number of troops is not the only factor that determines victory or defeat. A well-trained army is often more combat-effective than a large untrained army. His plan is to take advantage of this short time difference and seize the nobles' control over the army through quick and decisive actions.

When he completes this plan, Naggaroth will be reshuffled and reorganized, and he will have a huge army, an army that obeys his orders.

By that time, Dacus was almost back.

This is also the reason why he is ready to launch the plan ahead of time. He can't wait any longer. He knows Daxus's way of doing things too well. Perhaps another five years will be wasted.

This was his last chance to act recklessly, and he knew that Dacus would establish procedures and laws after his return. When the procedures and laws were established, he would abide by them, and take the lead in abiding by them, rather than breaking them.

A new era is about to come for Naggaroth.
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"Are you awake, Tigasus? I thought you would like to see this, perhaps you may not have the chance later?"

The laughter echoed in Tigasus's mind, and he could feel the cold instruments of torture pressed against his wrists and ankles, knowing that he was shackled vertically to some kind of frame. The chill crawling on his skin told him that his armor had been stripped away, which he guessed would be inconvenient for his torturers, who usually preferred a clean canvas to begin their performance.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and observed his surroundings through the narrow slits. He was not surprised to find himself in some kind of dungeon, one that was ornately decorated with imaginative and horrific tapestries on the walls, a room he knew was designed to heighten the senses of the prisoners. He hoped that the tapestries were merely decorative and not a reference guide for the torturers.

The torturer was fiddling with a collection of horrible tools, arranging them one by one on a marble table, pliers and probes, tweezers and knives, bone scrapers and meat hooks, each tool he pulled from the ebony box more terrible than the last.

Tigasus tried not to imagine what kind of torture his attempted regicide would bring upon himself, and he thought of biting his tongue to deceive his torturers, but the metallic taste in his mouth told him that his torturers had already considered this idea.

He groaned in frustration, and when he lifted his head slightly he could see the black throne between the tapestries. The marble surface of the throne gleamed with an oily sheen in the flickering light cast by the braziers scattered around the room. As he looked at the throne, he had a foreboding feeling in his heart, he knew that someone would soon sit in that seat, and when that person came, his suffering would begin.

"Your Majesty has many duties."

The voice came from behind Tigasus, and the hoarse whisper made him feel sick. He tilted his head back and raised his chained arms. He could feel the shackles on his feet biting his skin as he stretched. Although it was painful, he was also rewarded. He saw the person who spoke. It was a black-robed Duruchi. He recognized who it was. It was his old rival, a guy who had almost killed him, the Witch King's spy chief: Aegirather.

Aegirather reached out and roughly pulled the iron block out of Tigasus' mouth.

"What do you want to know? I won't tell you anything!" Tigasus spat out the metallic taste in his mouth and then spit at Aegirether.

Aegileser dodged the breath attack, frowned, waved his hand in disgust, walked around the frame that tied Tigasus, stared at Tigasus, and carefully studied the bloodstained face.

"You'll tell me everything I want to hear, and they'll make you do whatever you want. For an hour? Or a day? It makes no difference, does it? They'll dig out every secret you have buried in your head, and they'll pull it out of you and pin it to the board.

If you try to lie to them, they will know and they will make you more miserable. Remember this, no matter what misery they inflict on you, they always have room for more. When you think the misery can’t get any worse, it actually can?”

"If I tell you what you want to know, it won't change anything," Tigasus responded hoarsely.

"Foolish you are really smart, aren't you, but wouldn't it make you feel better to know that those who convinced you to betray our king will suffer the same fate as you?"

"Do you think I'm a fool? This was a scam from the beginning!"

This time, Aegirather did not respond with words, but with actions. He reached out to Tigasus with a dagger in his fist, which was ejected from some device hidden in the sleeve of his robe. He pressed the dagger against Tigasus' cheek.

"But you're here, aren't you?"

"Yes! I'm here, so don't ruin the show before it even starts!" Tigasus warned Aegirather.

"No, this knife is your response to your disrespect to the Archon! And I can wait. I have waited for so long. I can wait a little longer. I can wait for a long time. I want to wait until it is over." Aegirather retracted the dagger and wiped the drop of blood he had cut with the sleeve of his robe. After he finished speaking, a smile climbed onto his thin face. He tilted his head and put on a posture of listening attentively.

"Dakeus is not dead?"

"Dead? What are you thinking about? No, I saw him not long ago, but I'm sorry, I can't tell you where I saw him, it's a secret."

Without responding, Tigasus turned his gaze to a particularly horrific tapestry, depicting mutilation and atrocities, which fluttered outward in a sudden breeze. Suddenly, some hidden panel slid open, bringing in a gust of air colder than the dungeon. No, he corrected himself, this intense cold was not something that could be felt physically, it was a chill that scraped the soul.

The tapestry was pushed aside, and the one who had been cut into pieces by Tigasus not long ago walked into the room. He knew that the existence in front of him was not an illusion, but extremely real. He could feel the terrible power emanating from the Witch King, like a cruel aura. The orange-red flames burning on the helmet were like two embers of hatred that could not be satisfied or changed.

"Your Majesty." Aegresse knelt down and greeted Malekith.

Tigasus felt his head begin to drop, as if by instinct, but he tried to lift it up, resisting the automatic obedience that Malekith imposed on every Drukir. He did, and when he did, he found himself staring into Malekith's merciless gaze, the tyrant's gaze tinged with a wry sense of humor.

"Do you really think you can kill me?" Malekith was no longer the same as before. His voice was like the roar of an angry mountain. He stretched out his iron claws, and his cold fingers pinched the prisoner's chin, causing Tigasus to tremble.

"Are you so courageous? Is your arrogance so strong? Who are you to think you can kill me? You are Duruchi, a product of this pitiful land! You are my creation, shaped and forged like armor and sword! I promoted you from obscurity to command my armies and lead my warriors in battle, and this is how you repay me!" Malekith roared, releasing Tigarus' jaw and pushing the prisoner back onto the chains.

"You have done nothing. Everything I have achieved is earned by myself!" Tigasus glared at the tyrant, his pride suppressing his instinctive fear of the Witch King, and roared.

Aegirthe, who had already stood up, rushed towards Tigarthus with glowing tongs in hand, angry at the traitor's audacity to challenge the Witch King. As he passed by the Witch King, the tongs were snatched away by the Witch King and flew to the other side of the room. When Malekith finished everything, he put his backhand on his shoulder and pinned him to the spot.

"If my armor was destroyed, if my sword was broken, I would throw it away and forge a new one! But you are not broken, right? You are still proud enough to dare to challenge me even here, so... I will pardon you!" Malekith stared at the chained Tigarthus, and when he was done, he waved to Aegresse and pointed to the frame.

"His Majesty?"

"Release him. Long ago, I walked in the wilderness of Elsing Arwen. I served as a messenger to contact the dwarves. When I came to their city, I found many interesting things. Do you know how they check for poisonous gases in mines?

They would take a small bird with them, hang it in a cage and watch it. If the bird died, they knew the air in the mine had become foul and would return to the surface.

You should be thankful that I would tear your body apart and enjoy every scream and whine before. But I will not indulge in this pleasure now. Instead, I will pretend that none of this happened because I have more important things to do, things that are more meaningful than this.

I will make it appear that no one attempted to murder me, and that you did not cut down my illusion. I will restore your command of the army, and rest assured that no one will notice what happened tonight. "Malekith laughed as he spoke, a raspy laugh.

When the restraints were untied by Aegirthe, Tigasus rubbed his cramped limbs, his mind filled with the impossible things he had heard, the incredible kindness and forgiveness that Malekith had shown. Before Dakwus appeared, in the eyes of any Duruchi, this quality was the biggest weakness. The society created by Malekith had long since corrupted and purged this noble morality, and now... it's back?

"How do you know I won't betray you again?" asked Tigasus.

"You misunderstood me. You are my little bird. When I release you, and you return to the Dread Lords without any retribution from me, what will they think? They will say you betrayed them. The cowardly ones will flee, and I need not worry about them. The bold ones will stay. They will certainly still plot against me, but before they act, they will deal with you first.

Of course, I would not choose to tell you what happened today unless you are willing to do so? But in my opinion, this is not a good choice because it is very likely that it will happen as I said. "

After Malekith finished speaking, he turned and walked back to the hidden door behind the tapestry. The plan had already begun to be implemented. His goal had been achieved and the chess piece had been planted. (End of this chapter)