Chapter 161 11.
Tardakos spent a few days wandering around the Black Ark Temple of Malice. The entire Black Ark has gone through five thousand years of development, and it feels like a dark mountain city. Call a dizzy. The entire black ark is like a small city floating on the sea, filled with various illegal buildings. Prisons, cells, torture chambers and houses of flesh and blood are everywhere. The most amazing thing is that there is a small field on the ship. The farm is available for planting. He didn't like this antique and cluttered design. He decided that in the future his flagship would leave a large open space to facilitate the air force's take-off and landing.
The Malevolent Temple advanced in the underground sea of Naggaros and soon arrived at Hagrid Grave, but it did not stop and continued north to Naggarond.
Soon after, the Temple of Malevolence sailed out of the subterranean sea, the unsettling aurora borealis changing hues in the sky, the stars as ruthless as diamonds, and the twin moons casting strange shadows across the foggy, icy landscape. A flat, featureless plain appeared in Darkos's field of vision. The plain stretched between the curved arms of the desolate mountainside. Nagarond was like a giant dragon lying on the plain.
Naggarond, the black jewel in a crown of iron and blood, is a monument to cruelty and darkness, the malignant heart of a ruthless realm. This city can also be called the Tower of Cold or the City of Cold. It is the oldest and largest city in Druch, and was probably the most evil place in the medieval world.
The dark and ruthless city walls and towers stood in the dawning sky, as if they were shining like a thousand eyes, giving people a cold and empty feeling. Palaces and spiers pierced the skyline like a smiling mouth, but this mouth was filled with needle-like fangs. Thorned iron gates blocked the entrance to the city, and clusters of blue firelight flickered on the surface of the city wall made of black marble. Naggarond was black, and eternal hatred was excavated from the cold marble and unyielding steel. , giving the Druchi race an indomitable heart. A tallest building made of huge stones loomed, and he knew that this was the extremely imposing Black Tower of Malekith.
"It's a bit outrageous. It's almost summer and it's still so cold. No wonder Maranur was so resistant back then. I really pushed my good brother into the fire pit!" Darkus thought as he lay on the balcony railing on the black tower of the Temple of Evil. , when he thought about coming to such a terrifying city and being an adjutant to the terrifying Malekith, he felt a little sick in his stomach. But then again, as the Hellscourge family is Malekith's adjutant family, isn't it natural to be Malekith's adjutant? Especially when there is only one crazy woman Heliben left in Alandrian's lineage.
Speaking of Naggarond, we must mention the Black Ark Nagor of Admiral Barneth Bale. After the Great Schism, when the Druchi arrived at their new home, Malekith wanted to show off his power. To demonstrate his dominance over the new land and the entire Drukhi society. Therefore, he turned to the mages on the Nagol and ordered them to create a magic to transport his own black ark to the mainland.
The Nagor was once a famous center of magical knowledge in Nagaryth. The mages of the Nagor obeyed the order and paid a huge price to move Malekith's Ark inland to build a foundation for the great city of Naga. Lund laid the foundation.
Soon after, the mages of Nagor moved their own Black Ark, sending it farther north than Malekith's seat of power. Some legends claim that the mages simply wished to continue their magical studies, away from the petty intrigues of the realm, while other, more cynical tales suggest that the mages aboard the Nagor intended to send a message to Malekith to alert him It was their power that helped cement Malekith's preeminence.
Soon after, Malekith read the Prophecy of Destruction for the first time, outlawing the use of magic by Druchi males, the mages became doomfire sorcerers, and the Nagor was thawed from the ice.
In the morning, the Temple of Malevolence began to slowly enter the harbor.
At the entrance of a huge city tower, which was a small fortress, Darkos saw a double door made of polished steel plates nearly ten meters high. He shook his head in amazement, thinking that Krakarond's fortifications, already formidable, were nothing compared to the formidable size of Naggarond. Teams of neatly arranged Black Guards of Naggarond stood there silently. Each Black Guard wore a golden Hardrika on his chest. He saw the Hardrika of the leading Black Guard. The seal is engraved with an image of an iron hand grasping the moon.
In the team, Anasara mother and son glanced at the officer and nodded, but did not speak. "Korlan Blackhand!" Darkus probably guessed who this Black Guard officer was.
Coran's eyes were fixed on Genevieve, who was wearing a hood in the team. After staring for a while, he quickly turned his eyes elsewhere.
"It's really designed for war." Krakalond's team entered a long and wide tunnel under the gatehouse. Darkness approached from all directions. Darkus raised his head and vaguely saw the arrow holes and oil channels above his head and sighed.
The procession emerged from the tunnel into a large open square, like in other Druchi cities. The square is surrounded by tall black marble-headed buildings, with oak doors tightly closed. The candlestick hanging at the door emits a penetrating candlelight, forming a flickering pool of light in the twisted road. No flowers, no applause, no welcoming queue, no waiting carriage, nothing. The druchi in the team walked in unison, their footsteps making a thunderous click on the gray cobblestones and echoing off the walls.
All Druchi cities are dangerous, maze-like, full of dead ends and confusing corners that trap and kill the unwary Druchi, but Naggarond is unlike anything Darkus has ever seen. of Krakarond and the Temple of Malevolence. Entering the city of Naggarond, almost every street ends at an intersection, which connects three other narrow alleys, all of which lead in unpredictable directions. None of the buildings he saw had signs or imprints to indicate what they were, and if there was a market square anywhere, he had never seen one. Maybe within minutes he would be completely lost, and he knew full well that the team was only entering the outer reaches of the city.
The team walked through the maze of the city for more than an hour, and apart from the echoes of the team passing by, not a single Druchi was seen. No moving object was seen along the way, no citizens, no city guards, no slaves, no rogues or thieves.
Three defensive walls subdivided the city, closed by three heavier iron gates. Tall, silent marble houses pressed tightly against either side of these inner walls, and as the first of the six Druchi cities, Darkus sensed that Nagarond was growing as Druchi society prospered. It grew in fits and starts, expanding again and again beyond its own walls until it was surrounded by layers like a gnarled old tree.
After walking all morning, the team finally passed through the fourth city wall. Magical light shot out from the eyes of the black dragon statues towering on both sides of the gate. The black dragon's open wings were made of forged black steel and were as sharp as swords. Inside the gatehouse stood a large number of densely packed towers, like clusters of polished spear blades.
The team continued to move forward, and it was almost noon before they arrived at a tower mansion.
This is the residence of the Hell Calamity family in Nagarund, which is equivalent to an office.
(End of chapter)