Malekith stared at the horizon of the Sea of Resentment with horrifying eyes. The frozen Sea of Resentment melted away, and ships gathered on the sea, turning the sea into pitch black.
Some of these ships sailed from Hagrid Grave, laden with ore and marble mined from the dark rock. There are also some ships traveling in the opposite direction. It is already spring now. These ships are going to travel through the monsoon to all parts of the world, spreading the terror of Druch. In the distance, a black ark appeared on the sea level, sailing towards Krakaronde according to Malekith's will.
Malekith knew that this was all "loyal" to his army, "loyal" to his people, just like the fickle followers of Chaos, but it didn't matter, the situation would soon change.
After wandering around the continent of Lustria for three years, Malekith returned to this exiled land. He believed that Darkus was right. Although he was the Witch King who ruled here, he had nothing to do with him. Darkus also hates this place and hates it. He has lived in this cold land for thousands of years, far longer than Ulthuan and Elshin Alvin.
Malekith did not think about the fate of this desolate land, only resentful. If possible, he would like to move all the Druchi to the south of Lustria, which is the land truly suitable for survival, but he knows that this It is simply unrealistic, because that is the promised land that belongs to Darkus.
Suddenly, Malekith fell into memories again. His first memory was the clear blue sky of Tal Anlek. He still clearly remembered the scene when he rode a horse for the first time. He saw the scene while running on the Nagaryth grassland. Seeing the dragon soaring in the sky, with the mist-shrouded craters and the vast sea in the distance, he will never forget the quiet and peaceful warm time he spent with his father when he was a child.
Since then, everything has changed. It was Malekith himself who changed everything. His actions caused most of the land where he was a child to sink. But he always believed that it was his mother who induced him to enter this painful world. In fate, this was all his mother's secret plan. It was difficult for him to remember the details of that time before, or he deliberately blocked that memory in his heart, but now he can recall it again.
"Father...!" Malekith clenched his fists as he broke free from the memories, his voice full of pain and loss.
The three years he spent on the continent of Lustria had a huge mental impact on Malekith, especially the visions he saw and the vague words Darkus said to him, but at the same time Also expressly stated. Before he went to the continent of Lustria, he saw Asuryan appear more than once, but Asuryan rejected him. This experience was like his body being burned, and his soul was also being burned. Burning.
However, after going to the continent of Lustria, everything changed. Maybe... it was not Asuryan who rejected Malekith, but him who rejected Asuryan.
There is an essential difference. This is a cruel mockery of Malekith's fate, making him and the land he now stands on ridiculous. He might not have suffered such a fate. If it weren't for his mother, he might Long dead of old age on Erso Talarian was Tal Anlek, just like his half-brother. Instead of being tortured by fate like this, which made him hate his mother even more, he could have avoided such a ridiculous and painful fate.
Malekith tried to control himself and not let himself think about these problems. Just like Darkus said, it will only make him hazy and more painful. Thinking about these problems will wear down his will, make his spirit collapse, and make his strength weaken. Or as Darkus said, his time is running out.
Malekith turned around and saw Egerethe waiting in the far corner. He did not stop but continued walking.
"Your Majesty, the investigation has come to fruition. It has been determined who spread that rumor." After Malekith passed by, Aigirese, who was following Malekith, said respectfully.
"Oh?" Malekith became interested, but he still didn't stop and continued walking forward.
"It's Kalonde Carl's Larkas. This rumor was first told by him after he was drunk at a party." "
That Larkas of the Thousand Bites family?" Malekith asked with interest. Of course he knew who Rakas was, after all, Rakas had won the Talon Contest twice in a row for Karonde Carr.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Oh... don't worry about it." Malekith, who was still walking, waved his hand casually, indicating that the matter was over.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Not long ago, an incredible rumor was circulating in Naggaroth. The rumor was so vivid and lifelike, as if it were true, as if someone had witnessed the whole process.
Darkus is not a descendant of the Hell Calamity family! All that is a pretense and an illusion. In fact, Darkus is... the son of Malekith! Initially, because of his mother, he did not keep Darkus by his side and stayed in Nagarond. Instead, he was fostered in the Hell Calamity family of Krakarond. When Darkus came of age, he took him to Nagarond and stayed with him to teach him carefully about Darkus' status and abilities. It was all given by him... He taught...
The rumors spread so miraculously that when Malekith heard the rumors at first, he felt that this was the case. Without even knowing it, he suddenly had a Son. But he knew it wasn't true, the rumors were false. He knew that Darkus was indeed a child of the Hell Calamity family. He initially paid attention to Darkus simply because Darkus looked very similar to his former best friend Alandrian.
Malekith was indeed prepared to keep Dacus by his side to train and support him, and at the same time, he would serve as Alandrian's substitute, listening to his words and relieving his boredom. He had not expected that Darkus could achieve his current status and achievements, and that it could give him so many surprises. This was all achieved by Darkus' own abilities.
Although Malekith also thought about how great it would be if he could have a son like Dacus, he never regarded Dacus as his own son, but as a descendant and the son of a close friend. After all, it feels strange to regard a junior who looks very similar to his best friend as his own son...
Now the relationship between Malekith and Darkus is more like that of close friends, friends who can argue over an issue without falling out. Instead of becoming Alandrian's replacement, Darkus replaced Alandrian. He doesn't think that Darkus will betray him. He knows what Darkus wants. Now he and Darkus are running side by side on the same line. When the time comes, Darkus will pursue him. With his own ideals and goals, he will in turn help Darkus when the time comes.
Similarly, Malekith can understand why Lacasse said these words, because Lacasse did not receive the status and honor that he should have deserved. With the change in mentality, he is not going to do anything to Lacasse, at least for the time being. On the contrary, he will give Lacasse some status in the future. When the giant beasts in Lustria mainland cannot use it, in the case of material capabilities, With supplies more abundant than before, the beasts and behemoths in the mountains of Naggaroth need to be captured.
"Let's check again and find out who is spreading this rumor behind the scenes."
Aijerese didn't answer immediately this time. His heart skipped a beat. He stopped and raised his head slightly to glance at the Witch King who was parked in front. He knew that someone was going to be unlucky, and not just one, but a group of them.
As the Witch King's spy chief, Aigirethe knew the viciousness of this rumor. This was a disguised attempt to completely deny Darkus' identity and achievements. As a descendant of the Hell Calamity family, Darkeus had made these achievements to gain his current status. status is completely different from the achievements and status obtained by Dachus as the son of Malekith, and it will also cause a series of political disputes.
Egilese knew that the Witch King had temporarily let go of Larkas, who originally said these words, but the Witch King was not prepared to let go of the forces that worked tirelessly to spread the rumors. Coupled with the political purge that he had originally prepared, he could feel the rumors. There will be a political storm that has not been encountered in Nagaros for thousands of years. Perhaps this will further prove the authenticity of this rumor? But this problem has nothing to do with him. He only needs to do what the Witch King ordered.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Malekith felt a little bored. He was now eager to find something to do. Although there were many Druchi on the black ark, none of them could talk to him. Through the vision described by Darkus, he knew that Coran and Silses would be loyal to him until death, but they were not good chat partners. They could not be like Darkus, but instead It will make him more irritable.
Thinking of this, Malekith regretted it again. He always believed that he should not have agreed to Dacus going to Elsin Alvin. Druch's current technology and his craftsmanship could completely create what Dacus wanted. Need armor instead of asking for help from Val. Likewise, he doesn't think there will be any gains even if Dacus achieves satisfactory diplomacy. It would be better to stay in the Lustria continent to reorganize it, or to return to Nagaroth with him, just like Dacus As they say, strike while the iron is hot.
Malekith knew that perhaps it was Darkus who was satisfying the demands of his other identity. Any diplomacy that took advantage of this vacancy was false. Even if it was true, it seemed to him that it was useless. Darkus once mentioned to him how to increase the population of Druchi in an orderly manner and formulated a series of preliminary plans. These populations are the real power in his hands. Not through diplomacy! Just like the group of cousins who live in the trees will join King's Landing in Ulthuan, Darkus is just looking for something that can allow the lizardmen to break through the bottleneck!
"Any attempt to establish diplomacy with the elves of the old world before Assur is done is all fake! He just doesn't want to go back to Naggaroth with me!" A
somewhat angry Malekith complained, but he couldn't do anything, such as Call Darkus back from Ersin Alvin. Moreover, before the fleet returned to Nagaros, Darkus also gave him a plan on what to do in the next few years. As the hand of the Witch King, Darkus ran out to be happy, but as the Witch King, he wanted to Complete the task entrusted by the Witch King. If he fails to complete it, he can still think of Darkus's hateful and disgusting face when he returns.
"Why did you believe in my ability? It's the other way around! He actually dared to command me!"
What made Malekith regret even more was that he should have asked Darkus to bring a magic mirror that could make real-time calls, so that he could make contact more easily. . Thinking of this, he became a little angry. Even without the magic mirror, the sorceress could contact him through some black magic, but Darkus never contacted him! This is what makes him the most angry!
Aegirese, who was following His Majesty the Witch King, lowered his head lower. He knew that he was referring to Darkus in the Witch King's mouth. He is now completely immune. He is not surprised at all by the importance of Darkus in the Witch King's heart. He has become numb to the Witch King's complaints about Darkus leaving. He only hopes that his ears can be deafened at the right time. , so as not to hear something you shouldn’t hear.
"Did something happen to Ashriel?" Malekith, who was getting more and more angry as he thought about it, stopped again and asked.
"Your Majesty... Yesterday, Valahaldorion of Asriel intercepted and killed... the ship sent there by the Witch Queen." Aegirese said thoughtfully, his tone full of caution.
"Well done! You still want to play that trick!" Malekith said viciously.
Although Malekith has not been in Naggaroth in the past few years, he knows everything about what happened in Naggaroth. Especially his mother who could never be idle. In addition to the original Silsis, his mother also launched various actions, but the core and key parts were blocked by the Hell Calamity Family. The Black Ark Nagor After the fleet left Nagaros, it has been staying in Krakarond for so-called upgrades. The supporting steel production has maintained production capacity under the coordination of Draka, Lord Grave of Hagrid. It was not until news of Ashriel was sent back to Naggaroth via the raider ship that his mother could no longer rest.
Just like Esso Talarian, Malekith's mother sent some so-called priests and sect followers to try to spread the will of the gods and bury the sand in the emerging Ashriel.
"Is there any action on Hellebore's side?" Malekith asked again.
"Your Majesty, according to reliable intelligence, no. The preliminary conclusion obtained from the intelligence feedback is that she seems to know the importance of there, and... some time ago, the law enforcement champion of the Hell Calamity family went to Hal Gancy to visit her. ."
"Your Majesty, according to Dorian's feedback, the number of ships he intercepted is not the same as the number in the intelligence. We have to wait for his feedback after the search for details." Seeing the Witch King cast an inquiring look again, Aijerese continued.
The twinkling look in Malekith's eyes made Aigirethe lower his head. He didn't care about the connection between the Krakalund Hellscourge family and Heliben. After all, Heliben also came from the Hellscourge family. He was more concerned about the insufficient number of ships. He was not stupid enough to think that the ships were lost or wrecked at sea.
"Haha... That's the territory of the lizard people. There won't be any good results for those Kane assassins entering that jungle."
Malekith continued walking after saying that. He thought those ships should be loaded with belongings belonging to the lizard people. His mother, the Khaine Assassin, always knew where the danger lay. Her mother wanted to destroy the relationship between Druchi and the Lizardmen, but the jungles of Lustria were more terrifying than his mother could have imagined. Moreover, Malekith knew that Darkus had made an agreement with the Slann Demon Priests, and the crew of Druchi's wrecked ship could stay on the beach, or take refuge or search for supplies at the junction of the beach and the jungle, but then If you go deep, no matter what the purpose is, kill on the spot!
For various reasons, the Kaine sect is prevalent in the Druchi society of Nagaros. However, the Kain sect is actually divided into two groups. One is the emerging sect led by Heliben, and the other is loyal to Mo. Brushed traditional style. Although the traditional sect is not as widespread as the emerging sect, it has remained strong with the support of Morathi.
On the other side, the Nightmaster Castle in Krakarond.
All the servants started moving under the leadership of Butler Dia. They were cleaning every corner of the Night Governor's Castle. The chandelier hanging in the hall was carefully dismantled, and every crystal was under the light under their wipes. Gleaming and meticulously cleaned, the brand new chandelier hangs again in the center of the hall.
Every handrail and step was carefully wiped and looked spotless.
Gardeners worked day and night to clean up the weeds in the central garden and the backyard, build gardens, and trim the trees neatly. Under the urging of the sorceresses' magic, the flowers were in bud.
A steady stream of ingredients was brought into the Night Governor Castle from the back door. The chefs in the kitchen began to prepare a variety of fresh vegetables, fruits, and various delicacies in advance. The servants dipped in baking soda and carefully polished various high-end tableware.
It was the first time for these chefs and servants to experience such a thing. They thought that the standard of the next reception would be quite high, because the tea breaks, snacks, meals and drinks were all impeccable. This had never happened before, Hanil Ha La did not make such careful preparations. They secretly speculated that the Witch King or the Witch Queen might be here in person.
However, the fact is as these cooks and servants thought, the Witch King did not return to Naggarond for the first time, but went straight to Krakarond with the fleet.
"Young Master, Hagrid Grave's night governor has arrived at Dragon's Lair. According to the schedule, he will arrive at Krakalund in the evening." In the study, Butler Dia reported to Newkel.
"With him?" Newkel asked.
"No."
"I understand."
Looking at Dia leaving, Newkel laughed. Now Draka's life is not as moist as before. In Darkus's words, after the group of powerful people left Nagaroth at the hands of the Witch King and the Witch King, I think I can do it again. He knew that Draka had been staying at Night Governor Castle for the past few years after hearing about Sirsis.
"Maybe they are right, he is too kind and generous." Newkel stood up from the chair, stood in his usual hidden position with his hands behind his back, and looked at the busy servants in the garden.
Nukel's mentality is very relaxed now. He is ready for everything that should be prepared. He just needs to wait for the fleet to return to Krakalund. He turned his head and glanced at the looming Assur-style decoration in the study, or classical elven decoration. He shook his head. He thought there was no need to cover up. There was no reason for the Witch King not to know everything here. This place had remained like this for thousands of years, so there was no need to change it now.
Under the rule of the Hellscourge family, Krakarond is methodically providing everything it can to Nagaros. Newkel believes that the Hellscourge family will hand over a satisfactory answer to the Witch King.
"You are so cautious, how could I remember that you set off by boat?"
Newkel, who entertained Draka Night Governor, said with a smile during dinner time.
"Yes, I set off by boat, but after setting off, I rode the Dark Pegasus to the south of the Blackwater Ferry." Draka nodded and said casually after swallowing the food.
"You." Newkel smiled, shook his head, and drank all the wine in the glass.
"Is there any news?" Draka paused his meal, looked around the dining hall, and asked in a low voice.
"No, the news can only go in but not out, they are all isolated." Newkel shook his head again, but this time his expression became serious.
Nukel's previous relationship with Draka was just that, but everything changed after Darkos made some moves, and they became allies with interests.
"It shouldn't be. Where is the Witch King's Hand?" Draka became confused.
Newkel, who was about to eat, stopped moving, glanced at Draka and did not answer.
"Then...is there anything I need to prepare in advance?" Draka, who already understood, asked softly again.
Newkel did not answer directly, but put down the tableware gracefully, leaned on the back of the chair with his arms folded, and stared at Draka.
Draka, who felt a little uncomfortable when Newkel looked at him, also put down his tableware and became serious.
"Since the hand of the Witch King appeared, everything in Naggaroth has changed." Nukel said slowly, and after seeing Draka nodding in agreement, he continued, "Although Naggaroth's Everything is still running in an orderly manner, but the core has undergone substantial changes. In the words of the Witch King, a new era is about to usher in. And we are the remnants of the old era. If we cannot adapt to the new era, wait Ours will be eliminated."
Draka nodded in agreement. Although he stayed in the Night Governor's Castle without leaving home, he could clearly sense the changes around him. As the ruler of Hagrid Grave, he certainly knows that Druchi is essentially the product of the Witch King's will. The several stages of Druchi are also changing with the Witch King's will. Now the Witch King's will is Changes occurred again under the influence of the Witch King's hand.
Newkel raised his glass and clinked it with Draka, then drank the drink in one gulp.
"This wine lacks something, but it is different. It is more delicate, clear, dry, and has a fruity and mellow taste." Draka did not swallow the wine directly, but tasted it carefully. At this time, he found that the wine he drank was completely different from the previous ones. There was no irony smell unique to Nagaros, nor the familiarity of other wines plundered from all over the world.
"This wine was produced in Ashril. It was shipped back after being brewed without being stored." Newkel, who was opening the pipe box, said with a smile. He put the pipe in his mouth and held the pipe box toward him. Draka signaled, and when Draka signaled his refusal and took out his pipe from his arms, he stood up, picked up the candlestick, lit the tobacco, and then handed the candlestick to Draka. After completing these actions, he Then he said with a smile, "I like to drink this flavor, but that's it. I have to entertain them with the rest."
"No wonder." Draka exhaled smoke and shook his head with a smile.
"You really should try this, it's from Ashriel too." Newkel coughed and pointed to the pipe box on the table.
After hearing what Newkel said, Draka immediately put out the pipe in his mouth, stood up, opened the pipe box, and lit the tobacco in his mouth.
"I remember the scene when I met the Witch King's Hand for the second time." Draka said with a smile as he exhaled smoke.
"Oh?" Newkel's tone was filled with curiosity and inquiry.
"I could feel that he wanted to kill me. He looked at me with cold eyes, as if I was a dead person. I felt offended at the time, but now in retrospect, if I had said the wrong thing, , maybe I'm dead." After Draka finished speaking, he shrugged and continued, "I can't feel the kindness and generosity spread in Nagaroth from him." "
He can indeed do it, and I have never I have never experienced kindness and generosity from him. I don’t understand how the rumors spread like this.” After hearing this, Nukel laughed and coughed repeatedly. After a while, he waited for him After regaining his original position, he said with a serious expression.
Draka sighed. He knew that the current rumors were not a topic he could talk about at all. Whether the rumors were true or false was not his place to ask.
"Let us return to our previous topic," said Newkel, putting down his pipe.
After taking the last puff, Draka also put down his pipe, knowing that the next conversation would be important.
"I have written to you more than once, informing you that there is a problem with the Nagor's steel production. The Nagor's production has been maintained at a very low level, and..." Newkel paused at the end. For a moment, after seeing Draka's expression become nervous, he continued, "Furthermore, I have received reliable information that the Temple of Evil also has a set of equipment. After the upgrade, the output of that set of equipment is higher than... Nago Your output is even more terrifying."
"You are too cautious!" Nukel added, watching Draka's changing expression. (End of chapter)