Chapter 250 100. Immortal Unbeloved
Darkus put down his pen, stretched out his right hand and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was speechless, and he didn't even know what to say.
Malekith did not urge him but waited quietly, looking at Darkus with interest.
"Your Majesty, if I remember correctly, you should be over 6,500 years old this year, right?" Darkus accurately stepped on the trap and asked a question that made the thousand-year-old Biden extremely sensitive.
"Yes." As Darkus expected, Malekith did not get angry, but stood up from the throne, began to pace in the throne room, and sighed after a moment.
Malekith has struggled, glorified, fallen, been loyal, betrayed, sad, confused, failed, and succeeded in his life. He has done both good and bad things, all the joys, sorrows, and joys. He has experienced joys and sorrows, and there should be no one in the entire medieval world who has experienced more exciting experiences than him.
But then again, to put it harshly, Malekith is a living screw-up, a top-notch bad guy with a long standby time. His fate is bad when he is a good guy, and his fate is bad when he is a bad guy. He is a toy of fate from beginning to end.
Before Darkos came into contact with Malekith, he had many stereotypes, thinking that Malekith at this stage was a capricious and unpredictable tyrant. But he had been in Naggaroth for a long time, and he found that this was not the case. Most Druchi were afraid of Malekith, while a few, such as Annasara and her son, respected Malekith. In short, they had everything. The only one who didn't love Malekith.
Loveless eternity!
Malekith was feared, but not loved. A child who lacks love and a lonely hero. His father loved him but his mother died too soon. . . Not to mention, maybe in his long life, only Alandrian loved him, while his other lieutenant deserted him, and his wife Alyssa loved him briefly, but also left in the end. Got him.
This is also the reason why Coran Blackhand will gradually gain the trust of Malekith in the future, because Coran is loyal to Malekith. The captain of the Blackhand Guard, who is not a noble but a businessman, loves and respects Malekith. , but unfortunately Darkus, who was blessed by his ancestors, appeared at this time, before Coran had gained Malekith's trust.
An unloved person, no matter how he behaves, deep down desires to be loved. Once there is someone around him who is no longer so indifferent and afraid of him, and gives support and recognition, he himself may be changed and softened. People who are not loved are often immature and usually cannot handle interpersonal relationships in the correct way, especially intimate relationships. They will pretend to be mature to protect themselves, but sometimes their childish side is inevitably exposed. You will be extremely eager for the recognition of others. Once you cannot obtain this recognition, you will easily go to extremes. (Quoting the views of Tieba brother, Yiyi)
For Malekith, what he seeks in this loveless and eternal life is nothing more than recognition.
Moreover, Darkus sincerely supported Malekith for his own reasons or other reasons, and proved himself with practical actions.
This is a situation that Malekith has never experienced in thousands of years. Although he is still like that, he has an extraordinary trust and tolerance for Darkus, and even has some kind of dependence on him. Dependence on compromise.
This is also the reason why Darkus can serve as the chief consul of Druch. Although he does not have the corresponding rights with the position, he has proven his means and abilities in Hagrid Grave and gained power. Coupled with the authoritarianism of Druchi society and the influence of the Krakaronde Hellscourge family, he successfully recruited and coordinated the Druchi army through the title of Hand of the Witch King, and the battle of Goronde The victory further established his power and position, and Malekith's trust made his position unshakable!
It can even be said that at this time, Darkus's influence on Druch in Nagaroth has exceeded his influence on the Lizardmen in Lustria!
"So many things in ancient and modern times are all made up of jokes." Darkus sighed and said this sentence in the awkward Elvish language.
Malekith suddenly stood there, seeming to be thinking about what Darkus said.
"The Slann Demon Priest I mentioned to you before, he should be more than seven thousand years old." Darkus took out the pipe from his arms, lit it with the candlestick on the table, held it in his mouth and leaned against it. He said while sitting back in his chair looking at the ceiling of the throne room.
"He and my mother?" Malekith suddenly thought of something and stood there looking at Darkus and asked.
"Sorry, Your Majesty, I don't know. I have never asked him this question." Darkus shook his head slowly. He knew what Malekith meant by asking, not Morathi and Mazdamudi. What unusually close relationship does the lord have?
"My ancient saint, this is too hard to imagine." Darkus suddenly thought. Maybe he was not Slaanesh enough and couldn't imagine that magical scene in his mind.
Darkos knew that Morathi was one of the longest-lived mortals in the world. She had lived too long. Elves had a natural affinity for the unpredictable winds of magic. She might even be one of the first batch of ancient saints. The powerful servants of the Slann Mage Priests learned to manipulate the elves of this mysterious power. She has witnessed the drift and change of continents over thousands of years, seen the continuous changes of glaciers, seen the mountains in the world being crushed by the earth as the plates advanced, and she has witnessed the rise and fall of countless civilizations.
"Perhaps only the first generation of Slann Demon Priests knew about it, but that great existence fell thirty years ago when the Maelstrom was established, and now it has become a strange existence." Darkus said sadly.
Malekith knew about this, and Dacus had mentioned it to him a long time ago. He didn't ask anything, but continued to pace and wait for Dacus' next words.
Although there are no secrets in Naggaroth, Druchi's powerful and low-level people will sometimes arrange Malekith when they are drunk. However, these children of Aenarion's old military families will never touch Malekith. Si's father, these Druchi respected Aenarion from the bottom of their hearts. The first Phoenix King was so perfect that he died at his peak, most glorious, and most high-spirited.
The same is true for Asur. They regard Aenarion as a model to follow, rather than letting him change his mind like Malekith.
"Those Slann magic priests usually enter a state of meditation, and their souls will wander around the world, observing the changes in the world like observers while also thinking about its meaning." Darkus said bluntly, He almost told Malekith clearly: All the Slann magic priests know about all the good and bad things you have done in your six thousand five hundred years of life, including the disintegration of the maelstrom when you failed in the civil war and wanted to be so angry!
"So what?!" Malekith understood the meaning of Darkus' words, and he was a little angry. He had a tough attitude and asked arrogantly.
"But I don't regret what I did. If I had to do it over again, I would still choose to do it!" Malekith added again, speaking in a sonorous and powerful tone, which seemed to cover up the deepest fragility in his heart. .
Now that the words have come to this point, Darkus can't accept it. He can't just talk about so many things in ancient and modern times and just laugh at them, right? Besides, it's not a sigh, but aggravation and resistance. After a while, the two of them will probably quarrel in the throne room, or even fight. In his opinion, it is a waste of time to quarrel over something that has already been done. Meaningless.
"Our cousin has a stronghold at the southernmost tip of the Lustria continent." Darkus changed the subject appropriately and said what he had been saying for a long time.
"Twilight Fortress! I know!" Malekith said, with a hint of anger in his tone.
"The problem lies with the Twilight Fortress! I have no intention of attacking the Twilight Fortress during this expedition!"
Malekith stood there, watching Darkus without saying a word for a long time.
"Although I also want to bring the mighty Black Ark Fleet to raze it to the ground, but the Slann Demon Priests know the existence of the Twilight Fortress, they have always known it! The lizard people are now in a state of decline, and they have no time to care. There, but they are paying attention there! Because it is a key node in the spiritual network of the Lustria continent! After Asriel enters the construction stage, I will take the Black Ark fleet around to the west coast of the Lustria continent, Go to Giant Turtle Island to find an island suitable for building a black ark!" Darkus put down his pipe, stood up, walked to Malekith, and said in a strong tone.
Darkus knew that in the timeline when he was not around, Druchi had attacked the Twilight Fortress, but failed in the end. The Twilight Fortress was relieved of its siege, and the reason why it was able to be relieved was because the lizardman army came to support the besieged Ah. Sur.
Malekith understood, he understood what Darkus meant. Darkus was worried that there would be additional changes after he left. The Black Ark Fleet would definitely launch an attack on the Twilight Fortress, because there was no reason for him to be there. Bypassing there, the group of Slann Demon Priests will focus there, making it difficult for Darkus, the lizard man, to do Umak.
"The Lizardmen are not monolithic inside! The Slann Demon Priests are divided into two factions, and they have different views and interpretations of the Old Saint's grand plan! They also have different views on the hot-blooded species! Although I am an elf, I am an Uma "K, but I'm not an Ancient Saint! I don't have such a strong influence now, so they can turn a blind eye to this, which will affect my subsequent layout!" Darkus said bluntly. "Then how do you solve the Twilight Fortress? According to your strategic thinking?" Miraculously, Malekith had calmed down now. His orange eyes flickered in and out. After thinking for a while, he asked road.
"Once we start the first step of our strategy, we must not turn a blind eye to that place. It is too important! Our cousin's fleet can pass there across the vast ocean and reach the Zhiyuan Sea. Blockade! Try to use diplomacy and peace as much as possible! Solve it without bloodshed. !" Darkus turned around, then looked at Malekith and said.
"Draca is right, Hand of the Witch King, you are so merciful!" Malekith said slowly as he looked at Darkus.
"Nothing can make us more noble than realizing that we are born for justice." Darkus said meaningfully.
"Ah~ you are really a kind philosopher!" Malekith quickly thought about the meaning of Darkus' words, then said jokingly, and burst out laughing after finishing speaking.
"Okay! I promise you, you will be responsible for the entire process of this expedition. However, those lizard people who are stuck in the old era, their cities have been reduced to ruins, and they are content to live in the hot jungle. I don't understand Why do you care about them so much?" Malekith looked at Darkus and asked seriously after he finished laughing.
"The Lizardmen are an indispensable part of this world! They are an important force that protects this world! And as Umak, I have the obligation to help them revive in my own way. Without them, the Maelstrom would not have been established! The Maelstrom and the spiritual nodes located around the world need to be maintained and protected! Only in this way can we suppress the invasion of this world by the Chaos Demons. The Chaos Demons have always been our greatest enemy! This is one of the reasons why we come to Ulthuan! I don't I think our group of corrupt cousins have the qualifications and ability to protect the Maelstrom. I think only you, His Majesty the Phoenix King Malekith, can do it! You can lead the elves to fight against the tide of chaos!" "The
Maelstrom is crucial. existence! Although I don’t know magic, I know that the place where the whirlpool is located has the magic circuit left behind by the ancient sanctuary. It is obvious that the dragon tamer Caledor and the group of archmages also knew this at that time. The ancient saint Many relics were left behind after transforming the world, so they integrated the creations of the Old Saints into the maelstrom. This has both advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that the great mages at that time could directly use the Ancient Saints' creations. Magic circuit to create a maelstrom." Darkus was still talking impassionedly, and his mouth was dry as he spoke.
"The Maelstrom was a temporary solution from the beginning, but this temporary solution has been used for thousands of years. The disadvantage is that the magic circuit of the ancient saint has long been damaged and is gradually disintegrating! I'm afraid we don't have much time left! "Dakuus returned to the table and drank the wine in the wine glass and continued.
Malekith listened to Darkus' long speech, but his orange eyes flickered again, and it was obvious that he was trapped in memories.
At that time, young Malekith had just arrived in the Old World, and he had not yet mastered the Dwarvish language.
"These strongholds of ours were besieged by many demons and monsters. There was no sun at that time, only endless night. Monsters and demons were everywhere in the valley. Countless dwarves sacrificed their lives to protect their homeland." "We also started a
war with Chaos Demons , my father, the first generation Phoenix King Aenarion, led us to defeat the Chaos Demon and get out of that dark period." Malekith and Alandrian were walking next to Kugrik, and Malekith was shocked when they heard this. Keith interjected.
"Glimnir, he is the greatest warrior! Grandet forged two axes for him. He used these two axes to slaughter an entire demon army, and Valaya weaved for her brother. He bought a cloak with divine power, and he used these artifacts to fight against the strongest and most numerous Chaos Demons, but he was still unable to cope with the waves of enemies that appeared like a tide." Kuglik said with a smile.
"Just like what happened in Ulthuan, our war with the Chaos Demon gradually fell into despair. It was my father who used his own life and sprinkled his blood on Kane's altar to win victory and save the world. world,” Malekith said.
"Grimnir traveled deep into the north, fighting right to the doorstep of the Chaos Gods. He was never seen again, and his ax was lost. It is said that he charged in alone, and is even there now with the Chaos Daemons We fight to prevent the endless emergence." Kugrik frowned slightly at Malekith's interruption, but he continued.
"Calledor, the dragon tamer, closed the door to the realm of chaos. It was the maelstrom of elves that prevented the chaos demon from appearing in this world." Malekith said with a smile.
Alandrian seemed hesitant. He did not translate this sentence.
"Why didn't you speak?" Malekith asked.
"I think it's better not to let the dwarves know that we trapped their greatest warrior in the territory of the Chaos Demon. They probably won't like to hear such words." Alandrian looked at Malekith and said with some concern.
"I don't like their words either. It was the elves who saved the world, not the dwarves! They can't continue to spread such ridiculous fallacies." Malekith said with a frown.
"But we can't say whether the dwarves helped Aenarion and Caledor to some extent? They also suffered from the chaos demons. This is the same as us. Let them fend for themselves. Celebrating your own small victory will not have any impact on your father's great achievements." Alandrian advised.
Malekith thought for a moment, unsure if he could allow the dwarves to continue to completely ignore the sacrifices his father had made. Ku'Grik glanced at him. He looked at the wrinkled face of Ku'Grik. Honest demeanor relented.
"Since both elves and dwarves relied on the blood of their ancestors to win the right to continue to exist for their tribes, then we are all worthy of admiration. I hope that we can no longer fight alone in the future, but work together as allies against the Chaos Demon Fight!" Malekith said with a smile.
Alandrian stood there with shock on his face.
"What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with what I said?" Malekith said angrily.
"Your Majesty Asuyan! My Highness, on the contrary, this is the most diplomatic statement I have heard from you in more than a hundred years!"
Malekith coughed pretentiously to hide his urge to laugh.
"My Chief Consul, I understand your thoughts. Conquering Ulthuan is our own cause! I will not let those group of lizards participate in the cause of conquering Ulthuan, and I will not let you be caught in the middle. , the behemoths of Naggaroth are enough, you don’t need Lustria’s. Of course, if you want to use it, that’s your business.” Malekith, who had recovered from his memories, looked at Darkus and said slowly said.
"We will win the next war! The sorrow, the strife, and the war, the pain will never end! After getting what is ours, I will help those lizard guardians because of your identity as Umak the lizard. This world! Under my leadership, we will defeat the coming disaster, just like my father once did!" Malekith said proudly, as if issuing a declaration.
Darkus was almost amused by Malekith's pretentiousness. He pretended to cough, hiding his urge to laugh.
This chapter was really difficult to write. I wrote and revised it over and over again,
remembering Grimnir, Othiotan, and Malekith
(End of this chapter)