Chapter 247 97. You refused.
Darkus was sitting on the table that belonged to him in the throne room of Malekith's Black Tower, writing and drawing. Two weeks had passed since the Battle of Grond. For sixteen days, the Druchi army, which had returned from victory, was stationed on the plain outside Nagarund, waiting for Malekith's review in a few days. He had already arranged the relevant matters, and now he was designing a waistband. Card.
There were no servants who needed to recuperate and sorceresses, led by Darkus' brother, kept visiting and investigating in the military camp. From fear lords to mercenaries and pirates, they recorded what they saw from recruitment to the end of the battle. After hearing and classifying them, he planned to conduct a second deduction and study on the sand table when he had nothing to do on the way to the Lustria continent, and based on the survey results of the visit, he tried to analyze some things, such as how a large number of losses were caused. , coordination issues during retreat, etc. If possible, he plans to make a manual.
The melancholic prince Malekith did not sit on the throne and emote, nor did he study the engine that made him frantic, nor did he look through the documents recording the battle of Grond in the box next to him. Instead, he looked at his hands. The Kane Dimensional Sword in this story has fallen into dusty memories.
Tal Anlek, everything is as it was before. The long colonnaded hall stretches out from the gate of Aenarion Palace. On the floor is a huge mosaic pattern, which is a golden sword blade. In the background Malekith remembers this image of the stormy sky deeply, because Aenarion was still with him in his childhood.
Malekith remembers lying on the floor, happily stroking the golden stone tiles, while his father sat aside and told him that this was a dream he had had a long, long time ago.
A dream that troubled the first Phoenix King and encouraged him to fight against Chaos. He didn't know it at the time, but it was the Sword of Kane calling him. He has never forgotten this dream, although he was soon attracted by what happened in the dream. Aroused by anger.
Malekith's thoughts were suddenly broken by the sound of the door closing behind him, and he turned around, waiting for the attack. When his followers were yelling and trying to open the door, he heard the incessant banging and banging sounds, but he knew it was in vain. The door was shrouded in the color of ancient magic. It was Kaler the Dragon Tamer. A mantra of many ages.
"Come to me."
A voice echoed in the empty hall, and Malekith recognized Morathi's voice.
Malekith walked carefully down the corridor, all the memories of his childhood left behind. His eyes scanned the hall's arches and dais for any sign of the hidden assassin, but there was none. Passing through the door at the end of the hall, he came to another vestibule, where there were two spiral staircases, one on the left and one on the right.
The dark blue carpet stretched down from the center of the stairs. Malekith walked to the right without hesitation and slowly climbed the stairs made of black marble. He walked silently, and in the silence, a sound began to ring in his ears. It was crying, a constant low whimpering sound. He stopped and listened more carefully, but the sound disappeared. He walked up again and heard a vague scream and cry for mercy in the distance. When he stopped again and listened carefully, the sound disappeared again, leaving only silence.
"Get away! Leave me alone!" Malekith, distraught by the sounds but alone on the stairs, drew his sword and shouted.
Breathless, Malekith walked to the upper landing and stood in front of the two tall doors leading to the palace. The door slowly opened from the inside, and he saw the chandelier inside emitting golden light.
Morathi sat on a simple wooden chair, next to the throne of the first Phoenix King. She was covered with a golden cloak, but it could not cover her body. She placed her staff across her knees and stroked it with her fingers. Holding the top of the skull on the staff.
The throne of the first generation Phoenix King was cut from a single block of black marble. The back was shaped like an upright dragon. Magical flames erupted from the dragon's fangs and flickered in its eyes. Balshana's throne Just a poor imitation.
Malekith's eyes were attracted to the throne, even ignoring his mother, because this was his strongest memory of this place. His father was sitting on that throne, discussing military plans with his generals, making The final preparations before departure.
The memory was so vivid that Malekith could almost hear his father's soft yet strong voice echoing through the halls.
Malekith was a toddler then, sitting on his mother's lap next to his father.
Aenarion would occasionally interrupt his conversation to look down at Malekith. His expression was always stern, but not cold or kind, but a look full of pride and expectation.
For thousands of years, Malekith had been looking into his father's dark eyes, and he had seen the fire burning behind his father's calm and solemn eyes. He thought he was the only one who knew the evil hidden deep in his father's soul. The evil used the identity of the first Phoenix King to cover the eyes of the world with illusions to avoid being recognized for what it was.
Malekith noticed the Sword of Khaine lying across his father's thigh when he was very young. Only he and his father would stare at the blood-red sword, and other elves would look elsewhere. , it seems like a small tacit understanding between their father and son.
"You once had the opportunity to possess that sword, but you refused!" Morathi said slowly, dispelling the illusion in front of Malekith's eyes.
Malekith shook his head. Although the scene just now was his real memory, Morathi's magic made the memory extremely clear, as if it was happening right now.
"You know what happened on that island? Yes, I rejected it!" Malekith had never told anyone about his experience on the Blighted Island. He realized that Morathi had seen through his heart, and he He admitted it directly.
"That's good." Morathi said. Although her dress was full of temptation, she now looked as solemn as a king. She was not the barbaric priest who dug out the heart and bones from the victim's chest, nor was she that A demagogue and scheming schemer,
Malekith knew that with every word his mother spoke she was spinning lies and manipulating everything to his own liking.
"Your father has been possessed by that sword, waiting for you to pull it out again. I was worried that you would follow in your father's footsteps, but I am proud that you rejected it. No one can truly be its master. , if you want to rule others, then you must not become a puppet of that sword!" "I would rather this world be swallowed by chaos than let the fallen creation be released again. As you said, once the sword is pulled out, Hold the sword, and it will devour the wielder until only the corpse remains. No one can become a king by its power, but can only become its slave." "
Sit here." Morathi said as she moved towards the throne Wave.
"That's not where I should sit," Malekith said.
"Why?" Morathi said seemingly surprised.
"If I want to become the Phoenix King, it is my own business. It has nothing to do with you. The moment you are killed, I will once again control the army and power of Nagaryth, even the cult forces you created. Mine, this will all become the power to protect the Phoenix Throne."
"You want to kill your mother? Do you want to kill your mother?" Morathi still looked shocked and asked.
"As long as you live one day, my life will be filled with the shadow of your ambition. I can see that you are acting now. You are destined to only become my enemy, because in your world, only yourself is the most important. , I will not share Ulthuan with you, because you will not share it with me. I can exile you, but you will definitely rise again in some abandoned corner and come back against me again. I want to inherit my father's I want to rule this world as the Phoenix King!"
Malekith was a little surprised when he said this. He had never admitted his inner feelings so openly, not even to himself. His past struggles, fame and high prestige are all stepping stones for him to ascend to the Phoenix Throne. And since the Ring of Steel had revealed to him the true nature of the power that now ruled the world, he was unwilling to sit back and watch Chaos slowly consume the world.
"Really? Are you unable to share with me, or are you unwilling to share with me?"
"I don't want to, I don't want to share power with anyone!" Malekith hesitated for a while and said slowly.
Malekith suddenly broke away from his memories and turned his head to look at Darkus who was still sitting there writing and drawing. He knew that Darkus had rejected Kane just like him. At this time, his heart was very complicated. He gave Darkus unprecedented rights. This was completely different from the iron order of Druch society. Now Darkus is sharing his rights, but the strange thing is that this is completely willing. He wants to see Darkus share rights with him from the bottom of his heart.
Malekith always believed that Darkus had a magical ability that could relieve his pain and hatred. This ability would also bring him into decline, but he also saw hope of ruling Ulthuan.
(At this stage, Malekith is driven by pain and hatred, and the protagonist is like Ma Fei to him.)
"I don't think you have the talent for this!" Malekith didn't know when he put down the dimensional sword of Kane. , walked to Darkus’ table without making a sound and said decisively.
"I feel the same way. This is the one I am most satisfied with so far." Darkus put down his pen and pointed at one of the strange waist badges painted on the entire paper and sighed.
"I think this position should be handled like this!" Malekith said as he stretched out the index finger of his right hand and drew on the lower arc of the waist card.
"Do you think this is necessary?" Malekith looked at Darkus who was revising, and asked slowly after a moment.
"My Majesty, I think this question involves philosophy and history. I would like to ask, what is your attitude and opinion towards Druch?" Darkus put down his pen, stood up and stretched. , after a small turn, looked into Malekith's orange eyes and asked solemnly.
Malekith did not answer directly, but looked at Darkus who was moving in the throne room with burning eyes.
Darkus knew that Malekith was thinking, so he didn't say anything, but continued to move his body.
"I think this is a proof of honor. It can be used to prove the courage and will of a warrior." After a long time, Malekith was still standing there thinking, and Darkus said slowly when he saw this.
"But that doesn't stop them from plundering and routing, does it?" Malekith said jokingly when he came back to his senses.
"Hahaha." Darkus laughed and admitted that Malekith was right.
"But, in your words, maybe this is a new beginning, isn't it?" Malekith also laughed and said after he finished laughing.
(End of chapter)