Drusala opened the cylinder, but she did not take out the items inside immediately. Instead, she pointed the mouth of the cylinder at the sky and sensed it. Soon, she looked at Darkus with surprise and confusion. At this moment, she seemed to have a vague sense of why her lover insisted on letting her open the cylinder instead of others, because she was on the items in the cylinder. Feeling friendly and familiar.
Darkus thought that after going to Athel Loren, there was a high probability that he would meet Leandra. That day, Asanoc insisted on talking about what happened back then, trying to confirm something from his mouth, but he did the same. He fulfilled Asanok's wish and told Asanok in a very vague way. He had thought it was a story similar to a dog-licking story. The relationship between Leandra and Imradric was known throughout Assur in Ersin Alvin, but Leandra still had many admirers. Including Asanok? The result was not...
that was the second possibility that Darkus thought after meeting Asanok for the first time. Since he was not an admirer of Leandra, he had some kind of disagreement with Leandra. . This difference gave Asanok a certain obsession. Asanok still did not understand what Leandra did at that time, and why Leandra was not in Cole Varnas, but went after What an illusory Druchi, thus leading to the destruction of Kor Vanas.
Everyone looks at things from a different perspective, and Darkus can clearly feel it from the description of Asanok, who was engaged in diplomacy with the dwarves. Asanok believed that the elves and dwarves at that time were destined to be unable to urinate together. In the pot, the arrogant elves cannot stand the dwarves who are so stubborn that they are almost paranoid, and the same is true for the dwarves in turn. As the elves and dwarves expanded in Elzin Alvin, the two races were destined to part ways and even go to war in the end.
Asanok will still go to see Leandra, and as he learns some key information from Darkus, the paranoia in his heart gradually turns into a helpless emotion. When facing the memories and regrets of the old era, he began to understand the complexity of things. This helplessness was no longer anger, but more of a lament and lament for the irreversible fate of the old era. He knew that time could no longer be turned back, and he had to face the traces left by the old times...
Darkus had a chat with Drusala, and he found that Drusala didn't know anything about his ancestors. My mother, who passed away when she was young, heard some broken stories about her past and the origin of her name. Don't wait until Leandra saw Drusala have some stress reactions, Drusala still looked confused and didn't know what happened.
The more Drusala listened, the more shocked she became. Until that moment, she didn't know why the Witch King and Annasara treated her like that. The Witch King had summoned her when Darkus was away and said to her She could feel the encouragement, hints and regrets in the Witch King's words because of some incomprehensible words, but she didn't understand that the Witch King would say those things to her just because she was the Witch Queen's chief maid and the marriage partner of Darkus. ? Similarly, when she and Colonia returned to Krakaronde to deliver the black willow wood, Anasara's attitude towards her had the same hints in words.
It wasn't until she heard Darkus' story that Drusala suddenly realized why her mother gave her this name. Now she looked at her lover, and when Darkus nodded, she knew that the things in the cylinder were created by her ancestors, and the intimacy and familiarity on the magic lines also came from blood.
A black crescent-shaped hollow bone fifteen centimeters long. The tip is as sharp as a dagger. The surface is covered with runes and inscriptions. There are also deep holes pierced in some places. The edges of each hole are inlaid with transparent , shiny silver metal.
Drusala held the fifteen centimeter-long "Cruel Tooth" tightly. The past of her ancestors flashed in the deep darkness, and the runes and inscriptions on the surface flashed with a creepy dark atmosphere, turning the tooth into A medium of summons and control. The deep holes on the bone surface and the edges of the transparent metal seemed like malicious eyes shining in the dark night. She felt the thick black magic on the Cruel Fang and the lingering shadow. She felt the flickering hatred of her ancestors. It was a sarcastic taunt, as if a snake was hissing, It seems to have released the dark afterglow of the old era. Holding this woman who should have been forgotten after disappearing from time, she suddenly felt a terrible power.
The volcano on Blood Island suddenly showed signs of activity, a massive form struggling in a bed of gleaming metal deep within a vast network of magma channels that snaked through it. Polished black claws scratched the gold coins, causing them to slide down into an avalanche that resembled wealth. The long tail whipped against the wall, knocking down the stone above its head, which crumbled and shattered behind the massive armor. The leather eyelids rolled open, revealing cold amber eyes, the open slit pupils narrowed and widened by centuries of slumber.
A low hissing sound, like the sound of a thousand forges ringing at once, emanated from the giant form. Then a deafening roar resounded throughout the lair, and the stone walls in the dragon's lair trembled slightly under the roar of the giant form, like the roar of a giant beast shaking the entire space. The giant form stood up, its giant tail swept across, and hit the nearby rocks, making a deafening cracking sound. The black-red scales flickered in the dim light, and flaming anger spurted out from the amber eyes, as if it could burn everything.
Maloch, the gold-stealing lizard who had written an entire page of the Book of Hatred, fully awoke from his interrupted slumber, and the reptilian mind immediately focused on what had disturbed him. An ancient insult was repeated, and a tingling sensation shot through his soul, causing his originally cold heart to suddenly ignite with rage like the lava surging in the crater where he was hiding.
Drusala's body suddenly trembled violently, as if frightened by some kind of terrifying existence. Darkus, who was standing next to her, suddenly stretched out his hand to catch the Cruel Fang that was about to fall to the ground. When Darkus grabbed the Cruel Fang and tried to put his other hand on her shoulder to comfort her. , Darkus's body suddenly trembled violently.
While the elves exclaimed, Darkus felt the cruel fangs. He could feel that his will was being oppressed, and a huge anger was being transmitted through the Cruel Fangs, eroding his soul. The scent of the dragon filled his nose, and the thick, musky smell of sulfur seemed to seep into his skin. He could feel the dragon's pulse beating, his cold heart vibrating in harmony with the reptilian heart. When the dragon flaps its wings, flexes its claws, or turns its head, his body trembles from the movement of its powerful muscles, and he can feel the entire world being engulfed in the dragon's blazing fire.
Maloch's powerful limbs grasped the wealth accumulated in the lair, and as the number of breaths increased, power poured into the huge body again. He stuck out his long purple tongue and tasted the twist in the air. While he was angry, his mind became more and more clear, and the humiliating past kept flooding into his mind again.
Malok, hovering over the dwarf fortress, let out a primal roar, hitting the dwarves like thunder. Smoke billowed from his mouth, and a faint flame flickered between his huge fangs. He soared in the sky again and again, watching the crossbows and slings fired by the dwarves fall feebly. He hissed with vicious jeers, confident in his own strength.
Malok could feel the despair of the dwarves. He could hear the frightened cries of the children and the anxious mutterings of the elders, tugging at their beards. But he did not attack because the weak creature that enslaved him would not allow him to attack now. The news of his disappearance echoed in the dwarf fortress. The fear and despair of the dwarves a few minutes ago turned into joyous laughter and cheers. However, just as the dwarves prayed to express their gratitude to Valaya and Gruni, He's back again.
The huge body ignored the crossbow arrows and hurled stones, and swooped down violently, and the flames swept through the dwarf fortress. The gates were shattered by his mighty onslaught, and hundreds of dwarven guards and soldiers were shattered by flying debris and melted by the fire he breathed. Everywhere he looked were dwarves, and his huge body kept crushing the dwarves. Those dwarves were like grains under a grindstone, like iron ingots on an anvil.
Malok straightened up and let out a vicious roar from his huge mouth full of fangs. He crashed into the side of the solid building, but the so-called solidity was vulnerable to his strength. He walked like that in the wide fortress. , every time he saw a window or a hole, he would stop and spit deadly fire into it. He could taste the smell of the burning dwarves. He could see the dwarves ignited by the flames wailing and jumping down the stone steps. Into minced meat.
Maloch, who was enslaved by the weak creature on his back, was full of frustration and anger. He vented all these emotions on the dwarves, the screams of those dwarves he burned, the roars of those dwarves he crushed, The moans of the dwarves he mutilated were all a salve for his own pain.
However, the slaughter had just begun. Malok kept wreaking havoc, slamming his powerful claws on the granite floor, leaving mess everywhere he went. His claws were covered with the blood of the dwarves, and his nostrils were constantly Expanding. The heart beats wildly at the intoxicating smell. It's not hunger, but something more primal. This is power, a raw expression of ruthlessness.
Malok raised his head again and roared, the deafening roar knocking stone from the damaged ceiling and walls and driving the stunned dwarf survivors to flee in terror before him. He swiped his tail against a nearby pillar, shattering the face of one of the original gods and causing the entire pillar to collapse.
A group of belatedly arriving dwarf warriors lined up in front of Malok, trying to resist him with shields. The archers hidden behind the shields poured crossbow bolts at him. However, the crossbow's attack was weak, and the arrows kept bouncing off his crimson scales. He could hear the moans and wails of the dwarf Jedi. He poured fire upon the dwarves, but the runes engraved on the shield protected the dwarves from the fire. Enraged when he saw the intact dwarf army charging towards him, he stood up and dug his front paws into the already crumbling roof. With his roar, the ceiling fell to the ground, hitting the charging dwarves below.
Malok walked through the rubble and ruins, struggling to walk in the fortress. The ornate halls of the guilds and nobles, the richly decorated rooms of the goldsmiths, the vast temples of the ancestor gods, one after another these magnificent buildings suffered from his malice. Those dwarves who chose to fight or flee were slaughtered by him.
Malok could feel that the weak creature on his back had been enjoying the taste of destruction. He could feel that the weak creature had been longing for this kind of power for a long time. Although he was enslaved, he did not give in, but kept looking for opportunities. He saw a bearded dwarf in the distance raising his cane, but he chose to ignore it. He did not breathe fire to attack the dwarf, but waited. He lowered his body and walked, and then he heard a wailing sound.
Searing pain tore through the tiny creature, blood seeping from his charred cheeks and he could feel his skin blistering. He could feel his own pain, and Malok underneath him could also feel it through the Fang of Cruelty.
The pain released by the dwarf runes was unbearable for weak creatures, but it was nothing to Malok. He was still preparing to do something, and he suddenly found that he was being driven, and the weak creatures on his back were enslaving him. Let him take command. He howled in pain and obeyed the will of the weak creature. His swinging tail slapped the rune blacksmith, knocking the rune blacksmith away. The rune blacksmith hit a wall, and the rune blacksmith's body had a Rune's armor was intact, but every bone in Rune Blacksmith's body was broken. Rune Blacksmith fell from the wall, and his body turned into a ball of minced meat.
Maloch was controlled and driven to crawl into the center of the fortress. After receiving the instruction, he no longer played around, but started to slaughter cleanly. After an hour of massacre, he arrived at the core of the fortress. He ignored the station. The dwarf stood in front of a golden door and knocked it open. The golden door and the wall collapsed.
The golden light lit up Marlock's pupils. It was the first time he saw so much gold. The ground was filled with tons of gold ingots and coins, as well as piles of gold nuggets. His heart was filled with desire. I want to keep these things for myself. But he soon woke up after being enslaved. He saw a dwarf holding the gold tightly and holding stacks of gold coins in his arms. The dwarf, who was in a state of madness, was opening and closing his mouth to say some curse words that he could not understand. .
Malok stared at the crazy and pitiful dwarf for a while, then he released a huge burst of flames, melting the dwarf and the gold that was destined not to belong to him. A shock wave of molten metal washed over the dwarf, instantly turning the dwarf into a piece. A nugget of gold beyond recognition.
After finishing all this, Malok walked out of the fortress and flew into the sky, flying in an unknown direction, but he knew in his heart that when he was hurt, the weak creatures on his back could also feel it. When a weaker creature suffers, control over it is shaken.
At this moment, Darkus realized that the Cruel Fang was more evil than he had imagined before. He could feel his soul binding the dragon, and his will was crushing the dragon's will, and then controlling the dragon's spirit. . But dragons are dangerous even to the strongest-willed beings, and no one can guarantee permanent control. It is easier and less laborious to force the dragon to do what it wants, but it is much more difficult to restrain the dragon's impulses.
The Fang of Cruelty is like a door or a bridge, and the soul of the dragon will penetrate back. However, these are not important. What is important is that once it loses control and collapses, the dragon's anger will be focused on the owner of the Cruel Fang. To Darkus, the Cruel Fang was more of a curse than a blessing.
Memories are still flooding into Malok's mind. After being enslaved by weak creatures for several worlds, he finally found a chance. While noticing that the weak creature's attention was distracted, he adjusted his flight trajectory. When the weak creature was enslaving him, he was also looking for ways to break through the restrictions. He knew that if he tried to fight against the weak creature, that damn elf would Know immediately. So he is very cautious. He knows that he cannot put his master in danger, but the same rules do not necessarily apply to him.
While the weak creatures were distracted, Malok began to gradually turn and fly from the sea to the land. A crossbow arrow was shot at him. His pupils could see the runes engraved on the head of the huge arrow. But in order to be free, he still hit the runes that would cause huge damage. At the moment of impact, He deflected the body rune so that the arrow streaked across his body, past the straps holding the weak creature's saddle in place. The arrow cut a deep wound on his scales, and hot blood spurted out from the wound, spilling from the sky to the ground, and he roared in pain.
Malok heard the screams of the smaller creatures on his back, and he knew that the weaker creatures were also hurt, a side effect of enslavement. Although the weak creatures were tenacious, they were insignificant compared to him. When the puny creature was weakened by intense pain, he took his chance. While he was diving rapidly from the sky to the sea, he was still doing a roller motion. Under the violent push of the strong wind and gravity, the saddle that was scratched by the crossbow completely broke, and the weak creature was thrown directly from the saddle, like a parabola. Sliding down in the sky.
Marok, freed from his bonds, did not flee, but overtook the weaker creature, which he seized upon with his mighty talons, as a falcon swoops upon a dove. His claws avoided the strong armor of the weak creature, and the sharp claws scratched the neck of the weak creature like a scalpel. The cruel fangs hanging on the neck of the weak creature were scratched out by him and fell away under his gaze. .
Marlock, who was finally freed from his restraints, looked at the elves in his claws that had enslaved him for several worlds with vicious pupils. His anger made him clenched his claws, but he did not kill the weak creatures immediately, and flew to them to protect them. In the fleet, under the helpless eyes of the weak creatures, the flames he breathed exploded on the ship. The ship packed with hundreds of elves exploded instantly. Hundreds of elves were swallowed by the flames, and the pitch sail turned into a blazing envelope. Shrouded in shrouds, the deck turned into a blazing graveyard, and the elves leaning on the edge of the deck didn't even have a chance to jump into the sea.
Maloch looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, and then glanced at the weak creature. Under the pleading eyes of the weak creature, he roared and attacked the second ship, and then attacked the third ship. When he approached the fourth ship, he noticed that the weak creature in his claws no longer screamed. He glared at the corpse of the weak creature, feeling that he had no pleasure in revenge, so he threw the weak creature into the fourth ship. On the deck of the ship, his strength was so great that the body of the weak creature was bounced to the surface of the sea, and eventually sank into the waves.
Maloch was filled with joy. He was finally freed from slavery. After he let out a roar of victory, the elves below watched in horror as he adjusted and flew towards the south. Having been enslaved for centuries, he desperately wanted to find an elf without him. and a solitary place for the dwarf, where he could sleep and meditate.
Now Malok woke up again, his huge head tilted back, his mouth opened and hissing with hatred and disgust. Through the connection of Cruel Fang, he recognized that the existence on the opposite side was an elf, but now this elf was not as weak as the previous elf. He could feel that the soul of this elf was burning, and the light was so dazzling. So gorgeous, even the treasures he saw in the dwarf fortress couldn't compare with it.
The angry Marlock hissed menacingly. He was resisting. He didn't want to be enslaved a second time. He could feel the strength of the other party. An unprecedented fear rose from the deepest part of his soul. He resisted. Due to the fear in his heart, he no longer wanted to be enslaved or controlled by others. At this moment, he seemed to see his fate, and a heavy premonition made him roar angrily.
The huge dragon wings waved, and the air was filled with hot breath. Maloch's eyes shone with determination, and he never wanted to let himself become a puppet again. His roar is like the howling of the wind, like a fight against fate and the final resistance to restraint. At this moment, his anger was like a fire, burning his firm determination.
The elves present realized something. The dragon connected to the Cruel Fang was still alive, and the previous legends and history reflected into reality. But they couldn't express anything, let alone do anything. They knew what Darkus was fighting against at this moment, and at the same time, complicated emotions were constantly surging in their hearts. In the eyes of the Drukhi, Darkus has enough ability to control the dragon. The Enils showed complicated looks. They also believed that the noble and powerful Darkus could control the dragon. After all, they had seen a lot in Darkus, but...
a sense of powerlessness came to Bayi. In Roda's heart, after waking up and knowing what happened before, she felt an indescribable feeling of powerlessness. She felt that her destiny was broken by Darkus, just like what Darkus said, destiny Conqueror, her fate was also conquered by Darkus. She was slipping in an unknown direction, but with her knowledge and rich knowledge, she could not tell whether this unknown was so-called good or bad, light or darkness.
The dazed Belloda felt complicated, and the things that Darkos did were so complicated that they could not be judged with normal cognition. Just like the gods Kadai and Sesarai who appeared together at the same time, she no longer Thinking about it, she knew that there was nothing she could do. In the end, she simply covered her face with her hands and waited for the final result.
At this moment, Darkos was still concentrating, and his eyes fell into an illusion. He saw an extremely restless dragon, just like what was recorded in the library of Tal Litanel.
Malok has a terrifying shape, each leg is a column as thick as a tree trunk, with muscles and strength bulging under the scale covering. Huge wings extended from the shoulders, huge leathery fabric stretching like fingers over the bony structure. At the same time, the body was covered with large and small scars, two of which were obvious, one looked like it had been struck by lightning, and the other had a terrible scratch.
Darkus raised the Cruel Fang clenched in his hand. When he blew into the hollow crescent, waves of heat and light surged from his body, and a strange and ghostly feeling rose from the ancient artifact. melody. The elves around him and the elves watching in the woods watched in fascination as he raised the Cruel Fang, and listened obsessively to the notes he blew. He didn't pay attention to the performance of the elves. He was still blowing, blowing deeper and deeper and more powerfully.
As Darkhus did this, the heat boiling in him increased, so that his companions around him recoiled with murmurs of exclamation, and his hair and clothes began to flow with fire, just as his body The emanating flame was ignited, but it was not purple-blue or pure white, but a golden color that was close to nothingness, as dazzling as the chirping sand.
As his companions know, Darkus has a strong willpower, otherwise he would not be able to resurrect himself in space. He continued to blow, and the meager power in the golden pool condensed on him, and the flames from the soul flickered around him like sparks of life. At this moment, he exuded a mysterious and powerful energy, as if he was performing some kind of supernatural ritual with the help of the power of the universe. His existence appeared sublime and mysterious in this golden sea of fire, and the elves couldn't help but be fascinated by it.
Darkus didn't know the ritual, and as a druchi he couldn't sing any of Caledor's unique dragon songs, but he blew the Cruel Fang unknowingly, as if he knew the ritual, knew How to use Cruel Fang correctly. He felt that he was becoming more and more reckless and confident. This is why he knew what would happen after opening the cylinder and still chose to open it. His curiosity and confidence trumped other emotions.
Maloch may have disappeared in time. Of course, Maloch may still be alive and living in the era destined to belong to Darkus, but he is not afraid of Maloch. He has defeated countless demons and monsters and has experienced Faced with all kinds of difficulties, Tzeentch has walked on thin ice in his life, but he firmly believes that he can get to the other side, because he cannot learn to accept fate, because he is the conqueror of fate! He will break the shackles of fate!
As he was blowing, his voice suddenly changed, because Darkus laughed. While blowing, the scene suddenly changed, and he felt that he was really appearing in front of Marlock at this moment.
Marlock lowered his head and looked at the outline in front of him in shock. The outline was so small, but the outline was so powerful, containing infinite power. He stared at this powerful shadow, and for a moment he didn't dare to wave his claws to slap this mysterious outline. He could feel that the surroundings became silent again due to the arrival of the silhouette, and the golden light kept flashing. Darkus's reflection appeared in front of him through the ceremony. This reflection was both a real existence and a distorted projection from another dimension. .
Marlock, whose pupils were full of shock and fear, felt that the outline was like a star in the universe, tiny but powerful. At this moment, he felt that he was so insignificant compared to the master, and that the other party was more powerful than he imagined. The reflection that appeared in front of him was not only a reflection of the image, but also a touch to the depths of his soul, making his body curl up involuntarily.
"Good guy! Is this eight years old?" Darkus secretly exclaimed after seeing Maloch's full appearance. Tal Litanel seemed not to be so accurate. The Maloch in his eyes was far better than the record. The one he hit was bigger, and he soon thought of another possibility. Maloch's size had continued to grow over thousands of years, becoming even larger than during the War of Revenge. He could feel that when he was looking at Marlock, Marlock was also looking at him, but Marlock seemed to be in something wrong? Shouldn't he be angry, show his teeth, or directly attack him? Instead of what it is now...
The red dragons in Darkus' stereotype are all arrogant, selfish and evil. As Drauken said in Soriol's memoirs: I admit that they have some kind of relationship with us, but that's all. These dragons from far away lands are not our kind, they are hateful, greedy and arrogant, they only care about themselves and not about anything else, they only think about their own arrogance. This is why they can be controlled, because despite their pride and power, each of them is completely alone.
Drakken, who hails from Ulthuan, considers creatures like Malok to be primitive and savage. It lacks the introspection of its kind sleeping in Longji Mountain and the perspective of transcending oneself. He even gave an example to Thorior, comparing the fire dragons of Ulthuan to the red dragons of Elzin Arwen as the difference between the elves and the human barbarians of the wilderness. There are sufficient similarities in form and shape between the two, but that does not mean they are equal or similar. And he has no interest in showing anything to these red dragons. In his opinion, it is impossible to show anything to a blind man, but for the sake of Sorior, he will still give it a try...
So... Arrogant as promised , primitive and barbaric? Although Malok's body is terrifying, bigger than the dragon that Darkus saw in the subspace, his temperament... is said to exude a sinister and terrifying aura? When he stared at Malok, a boiling volcano on the edge of eruption turned into an extinct volcano, and there was a strange smell... Could it be... that he was also an evil god? The God of Harmony? With a halo of humor?
In panic, Maloch raised his claws to resist Darkus' advance, but now he was just like him before, always fanning his claws and calling out to the silhouette.
Darkus leaned towards Maloch who was curled up in the corner. As he advanced, Maloch's huge curled up body was constantly pushed back until he was leaning against the wall with nowhere to retreat. His almost disembodied hand was placed on Maloch's paw. He wanted to shake hands to show friendship or something, but his hand was empty. A little discouraged, he opened his mouth to say something, but the result was nothing. In desperation, he had no choice but to shake his head and step back, finding a suitable wide angle to admire Marlock.
Darkus, who admired it for a moment, waved a friendly hand to Maloch, and then blew the Cruel Fang again. His soul fed the Cruel Fang, and his silhouette disappeared before Malok, who soothed him with his pipes, reinforcing Malok's will to stay in the lair rather than fly to him.
"Interesting, where did this thing come from?" Darkus, who had returned to reality, looked at Ren and asked. When he came back to his senses, he felt something was wrong, as if there was something... Now he put aside his curiosity Move to the origin of Cruel Fang. He didn't think that this artifact-like thing would appear in front of him for no reason. There might be some connection between it.