Chapter 252 102.
The military parade of Merciful Darkus was held very simply, but full of an atmosphere of coldness and cruelty. Under the leaden sky of Naggaroth, a huge black team lined up neatly.
The cold eyes of the Druchi soldiers seemed to penetrate their souls. Most of them wore lightweight black steel armor, and various weapons flashed with cold light. There was no cheering, no applause, no applause, just the silent fear filled by Druchi and the shrill roar of the giant beast. Every step forward carries a majestic and heavy aura, as if stepping from hell to earth.
Darkus wanted to return to his army before, but he was pulled over by Malekith. After refusing in every possible way, he had no choice but to stand on the terrace high in Malekith's black tower. Behind Si, he reviewed the Druchi troops. Without Morathi, they were the only ones on the terrace. Morathi might have chosen to stay in Gorond because she was angry, and did not come to Nagarund.
At that moment, Darkus truly experienced the beauty and joy of power.
After the military parade, the dignitaries, armies, sects, mercenaries and pirates from various cities returned home one after another. The port in Nagarond was almost built, and the finishing work came next, and a person was still in charge of it. The Dreadlord of Naggarond is responsible.
Darkus and Malekith met with Ms. Vienna, the fear lord of Attorak's stronghold, in the throne room. This was the fourth time he saw Ms. Vienna. At this time, Ms. Vienna looked embarrassed. The once exquisite armor on his body had now become tattered. He walked over and handed Ms. Vienne a glass of wine.
Ms. Vienna, who was kneeling there, tremblingly took the wine glass handed to her by Darkus. Taking advantage of the gap that Malekith could not see, her eyes conveyed a look of help to Darkus.
"Do you know what I admire most about you?" Darkus knelt down and held Ms. Vienna's hand.
Ms. Vienna looked at Darkus with some surprise, and shook her head after a moment. She didn't know, but she was sure it wasn't beauty!
There is no female druchi in the entire Nagaros who can match the beauty of Drusala, not even Malus's sister Yasmeer when she was alive. Of course, Drusala is still not as beautiful as Morathi. Click.
"Decent!" Darkus smiled and patted Ms. Vienna on the shoulder. After speaking, he stood up and looked at Malekith, who was sitting on the throne without saying a word.
"I'm interested in your story now." Malekith asked after Ms. Vienne drank the drink.
The story is still very old-fashioned. Faced with a sudden large-scale invasion, Ms. Vienne struggled to organize resistance and sent out communication dark riders, but she was ultimately defeated by the huge wave of chaos. Atolak defended against the mountains and was built on a steep mountain cliff. After a long operation, she led the remaining troops to exit the stronghold through the dug tunnel, and then used the stored supplies to fight against the waves of chaos among the dangerous peaks and the ruins of the stronghold. The follow-up troops were circling.
After the Battle of Grond, Ms. Vienna returned to Nagarond from the direction of Grond with the Druchi soldiers who were willing to follow her. Only a small number of soldiers chose to stay because they were afraid of the punishment of His Majesty the Witch King. As a mountain elf in the dangerous peaks, the mountain elf camp they burned before can still be used after cleaning it up, as long as there are no mountain elf there who were not there during the encirclement and suppression.
Malekith was silent for a long time after listening. Ms. Vienne's body no longer trembled, but she knelt there calmly, waiting for the final words.
Darkus was also very confused. Should a feudal official or a general who was responsible for defending the territory have to die or not if he lost his territory in the war? This question was so profound that he didn't even want to think about it.
"Hand of the Witch King, what do you think should be done with her?" Malekith asked with interest.
"In my opinion, the purpose of the northern stronghold's existence is to resist small-scale invasions and warn of large-scale invasions. As the fear lord of the Attorak stronghold, she has done a good enough job. She has done what she can. Everything." Darkus thought briefly and set the tone for this matter.
"Since the Witch King's Hand has said so, you don't have to die this time. Your title of Fear Lord will be revoked. You and the remaining soldiers will join the Witch King's Hand troops and become a centurion again. Let's do it! You have to thank the Witch King for his kindness! I believe that you will become a fear lord again soon, and then I will preside over the canonization ceremony for you again." Malekith stood up from the throne , walked to Ms. Vienne and made the final judgment.
"Thank you for your grace, His Majesty the Witch King." Ms. Vienna, who was kneeling there, breathed a sigh of relief and then lay on the ground and said. It seems that she was right this time. The Hand of the Witch King does have an extraordinary influence on His Majesty the Witch King, and the Hand of the Witch King is indeed as "merciful" as the Druchis talked about privately! In short, His Majesty the Witch King forgave her, and as long as she was alive, anything was possible.
Malekith waved his hand, signaling Ms. Vienne to step aside.
"You are right. Although she is not a strong person, she is indeed very decent!" After Ms. Vienne exited the throne room, Malekith said slowly. After a pause, he continued, "I feel that I She has become a little weak, and she would have died long ago!" Dacus knew the meaning of Malekith's words. At this stage, Malekith was supported by hatred and pain, and his arrival was like Ma Fei's. It also relieved Malekith's pain, but also made Malekith dependent.
This alone was enough to make her an enemy of Morathi. She didn't want or like to see such a person appear next to her son, but she didn't expect that Darkus would be so arrogant to her son. At the same time, her conspiracy also failed.
The leader of the Eight Traitors of "Han Feizi" was raised by his father and brother beside him. Of course, without his father and brother, he did not have any effect. On the contrary, it made Morasi disgusted.
The chief maid made a few splashes in the water as if she was floating in water, and then nothing happened. Drusala, who had a miserable fate before, got rid of the shackles of fate and stopped playing with Morathi! Instead, Drusala acted as if she was determined and opposed Morathi at every turn. This is the medieval world. There is no such proverb as losing the wife and losing the army, or Morathi has to jump on her feet and curse.
"Your Majesty, I don't feel it. On the contrary, I think you have become stronger! In my understanding, politics is an art of struggle and compromise. Struggle promotes change and competition, and compromise promotes cooperation and stability." Darkus said firmly.
From the perspective of Darkus, nothing is static. During the preparations for the coming of Ulthuan, not only will Druchi's military power be increased, but the ideological trend of Druchi society will also be appropriately transformed. And this The important point is Malekith. After all, Druchi society is authoritarian, so what Malekith thinks is very important. Only after thinking about it will he act like this.
This is Druchi, it's Naggaroth, not some Chaos Wasteland, and it's definitely not a Yankee. Drukhi does not believe in Khorne, and what Darkus has always advocated is King of Ulthuan, and his slogan has always been King of Ulthuan. What he wants is to unify the elves, an elven clan that is powerful in all aspects. Instead of killing all the Asur in Ulthuan!
"Oh?" Malekith did not ask Darkos after he asked the question, nor did he fall into memories, but just thought quietly.
Before leaving, Darkus called Silses to the throne room in front of Malekith, and told Silses many things, such as the expansion of the mint, etc. Of course, these were not. important.
"None of this is important. What's important is that there are no weaklings in Nagaros! You have to ensure your own safety. I don't want to see your tombstone when I come back." Darkus walked to Sirsis Said seriously in front of him.
"I know what to do!" Xiersis's pupils suddenly opened wide for a moment, and then he reacted and said loudly.
Sirsis knew what Darkus was referring to. He knew about the conflict between Darkus and Morathi. Although it had not been made public yet, the high-ranking dignitaries of Druchi were vaguely aware of it, and he was determined to Those who are on the side of Malekith and Darkus will definitely be affected. If Morathi can't control Darkus, why can't she kill Malekith when he's not around? He also vaguely understood why Darkus asked his son Dorian to serve as Ashriel's Valahar, because if he died, his death would be in vain. He did not die on the battlefield, but in a daze. He died in conspiracy, and Malekith couldn't do anything to Morathi because of his death.
I don't know if it was the effect of the witch lamp in the throne room or some other reason, but Darkus always felt that the seal of Syrsis standing in front of him was a little dark. He kept adjusting his angle to observe Syrsis suspiciously. , which made Hirsis' hair straighten.
"Forget it." Darkus sighed and shook his head. He took off the Ichi amulet that had been hanging around his neck and handed it to Xiersis. He repeated what Master Ma said to him and said it to Xiersis. Ersis listened, "The Amulet of Ichi will protect you in critical moments. If necessary, it can activate the amulet to teleport to the temple city on the Lustria continent. When you get there, raise your hands high and shout my name."
Silsis held this strange-looking amulet in his hand and stared at it blankly.
"But I don't know whether the teleportation function will work on you, and I don't know the effect under the influence of magic. In short, you must be careful!" Before Sirsis could say anything, Darkus said again.
Dacus is not ill, and he does not have a Holy Mother's heart. Mercy is just a part of his personality.
Although Darkus and Silses had some conflicts when they first met, in the end they settled their grudges and Silses made compromises and concessions. Later, Dorian served as a guard by his side, which strengthened the relationship between them. In his opinion, a collaborator who can understand his instructions and do things well is really important, especially in a place like Nagarond. He must not only be capable, but also have status and influence. Even more so, he must be able to command those fear lords.
To put it bluntly, although Malekith is in Naggarond, Malekith doesn't care about anything at all. It's fine when Darkus is in Naggarond, but when he's away, things have to be left to Sirsis. Make arrangements, in his eyes Sirsis is the night governor of Nagarond. He likes to prepare for a rainy day, to use all his tricks, and to take one step at a time and see ten steps ahead. When he knows that Morathi is his enemy, he still pretends not to know, or ignores it, which is really stupid and out of his mind. In his opinion, The one who was in the most danger was Sirsis. The other night governors and Valahar were fine.
When Darkus comes back and sees Sirsis's tombstone, he will really turn into a clown and be slapped in the face. What will the entire Druchi elite think of him? He can't protect those who hang out with him. How will he arrange for these powerful people to do things in the future? How will Drukhi society change? Isn't it going back to the old ways? Moreover, he still wants to retain his benevolent personality.
(End of chapter)