Chapter 163 13. It was a bit like
the huge black steel door closed silently behind Darkus, and the throne room fell into darkness again. He felt Malekith's burning eyes falling on him, and he lowered his head slightly.
"You look so much like him." Witch King Malekith's voice seemed to come from his throat alive, as hard and unyielding as black steel that had been tempered for thousands of times, and his words rumbled like hot wind in a forge.
After finishing speaking, Malekith slowly stood up from the throne, moving slightly in the darkness. The soles of his shoes made a frightening and harsh friction sound with his footsteps. As he walked, a strange sound leaked out of the gaps in the midnight armor. red light.
"Who does it look like?" Darkus blinked, his mind filled with curiosity and questions.
The sound of steel rubbing against Darkus got closer and closer, and more red light outlined various parts of Malekith's body.
"If Heliben was here, she would be surprised, right?" Malekith said playfully.
Malekith's orange eyes surprised Darkus, and the sadness and loneliness in Malekith's eyes shocked Darkus even more. There is also an astonishing, greedy desire for dominance in his eyes, giving people a sense of cunning and cunning. The most important thing is that there is an innate pride in Malekith's eyes, a pride that tries to imitate a living god but is unwilling to admit failure and refuse the evaluation of others. It is a kind of pride that has defied the will of the gods, and even if the struggle is hopeless, it still chooses to defy the gods and destiny.
"Your eyes look a lot like him now, Dark? Us!" Malekith's voice was like a heavy drum beating deep underground. The voice was full of power and confidence, which had come from thousands of times. Cultivated through years of chanting ancient mantras and shouting in countless battles.
Darkus thought he would feel nervous and scared, but what he didn't expect was that more pity emerged in his heart at this moment. Malekith's voice was full of hostility and hatred, and something else. He thought about it and realized what it was, loneliness!
Malekith seemed amused by Darkus's eyes.
Darkus was also surprised that he still had such a sense of humor. As the chosen one of the three elven gods, he noticed that there seemed to be something else in the air, possibly a faint trace of the Asuryan Holy Fire. It seemed that the Holy Fire was still burning on Malekith's body, which must have been left behind after Malekith tried to enter the Holy Fire thousands of years ago, and a ridiculous idea began to appear in his mind. He wanted to blurt it out now and tell Malekith that the roast was not cooked enough and the craftsmanship was not enough, and that it should be roasted in the Asuryan Holy Fire again! Yes, stud is a kind of wisdom. He thought that Malekith would be very happy to adopt his advice and give him a good fruit to eat.
"You remind me of my former adjutant."
"I don't know how many generations have passed between Newkel and me, and then I look like Newkel's uncle? This is a bit outrageous." Da At this time, Keus understood who Malekith seemed to be referring to. Combined with the Heliben that Malekith had just mentioned, it was Heliben's father, Anasara's eldest brother, and Nukel's Sir, Alandri is safe.
"My Majesty, I will prove that I am as good as Alandrian!" Darkus bowed his head in salute and said with certainty.
Malekith stood in front of Darkus, visible heat radiating from the seams of his armor, blurring the air around Darkus.
"Then kneel down! Show your loyalty to me!" Malekith hissed, his burning orange eyes narrowing tighter.
"You have so many magic items on your body, little one! No! That's it! I suddenly thought of a brilliant idea." Malekith's iron hand grabbed Darkvus's shoulder, interrupting Darkvus Si's actions. He rowed past Darkus and slowly circled Darkus.
"Elven Phoenix Idea King, right? Role-playing, right? Cosplay, right?" Darkus could feel Malekith's cold eyes constantly examining him, reminding him of the black dragon in the yard outside. With a passing glance, he bowed slightly again.
Then, Malekith's eyes swept over Maranur's body again, and Maranur also saluted Malekith. Darkus turned his head and looked at his brother. There was fear in his brother's eyes and his body was shaking slightly. This was a very normal behavior, but his brother was not embarrassed.
Malekith looked at Sirsis next to Maranur again, and soon Sirsis led Maranur out of the dark throne room.
The huge black steel door closed silently again.
Malekith returned to his spiked throne again, and Newkor turned his head to look at Darkus, who was stunned for a moment, then reacted.
"My Majesty, should I stand below or above?" Darkus began to slowly approach the throne. He looked at the steps of the throne and suddenly asked Malekith.
The steps to the throne are divided into three levels. Standing under the throne is obviously too far away from Malekith who is sitting on the throne. Standing on the top of the throne is obviously too close to Malekith.
At this time, Darkus had already reached the bottom of the side of the steps.
"What do you think? Darkus?" Malekith asked playfully.
"What does it mean to accompany a king like a tiger? A year ago, I was the Supreme Emperor of Ruth Chia. I sat on the throne of Lord Mazdamudi and scolded Fang Qiu. I was worried about the fate of the world. Now I have become a servant. Damn it, the gap is too huge!" Darkus thought for a moment, then put these thoughts behind his head and started walking up the steps from the side.
"When ancestor Alandrian was still here, there was no such thing as the Three Swords Etiquette, so I chose to stand here!" Darkus said as he slowly walked up the three steps and stood beside the throne. later.
"Interesting little guy."
Anasara and Newkel stood below, looking a little dazed. They didn't know whether they were worried about Darkus' recklessness and rudeness, or they didn't expect that His Majesty the Witch King would agree to let Darkus Us stood next to him. After reacting, the mother and son quickly turned their heads and looked at each other. They didn't know what kind of eyes they could see in the dark throne room. The mother and son looked at each other and then looked at Dark. Us seems to be expressing something to Darkus.
But in this pitch-black throne room, although Darkus couldn't see anything, he still couldn't see what the eyes of Anasara, mother and son, wanted to express in the distance. "The construction speed of the Black Ark is too slow, Newkel!" Malekith looked at his former adjutant and asked.
"Your Majesty, the Black Ark Shipyard in Krakalund has done its best. I guarantee that within one year, the Black Ark now in the shipyard can be launched!" Newkel lowered his head and said calmly.
Malekith said nothing, obviously not satisfied with the answer. He was getting more and more impatient, but he also knew that the black ark was not something he would create immediately if he wanted it. Now that this one has been launched, what about the next one?
"Dear Your Majesty, your adjutant Darkus has previously thought of a way to find some marble structures on the coasts of the world, and then use magic to cut these marbles and float them to the sea to bring Krakalond back. It is being processed and is now being prepared, and the detection plunder ship has already set off." Newkel did not show off, but said in a straight-forward manner.
Then the issue of food was discussed again. Newkel's answer was flawless, and Annasara and her son soon left.
Murder and theft of all kinds are common in Drukki society, as Malekith tolerates any and all behavior except those that inconvenience his rule. He once wanted to rule the people of Naggaroth like his father, but it backfired and he found that he couldn't handle his people who were cursed by Khaine. Just like when Naggarond was founded, he intended for his Black Tower to rival the grandeur and splendor of Ulthuan, however, as time passed, he lost interest in gaudy and fleeting indulgences, while He also abandoned traditional ways of ruling his people.
Much of the time thereafter it was Malekith who started the discord, as anarchy helped weed out the weak, thus making his people stronger. To this end, he deliberately provoked fights among the powerful, encouraged countless slaves to revolt, and caused those sects to strangle each other. Such turmoil often plunges the land of Naggaroth into scorched and bloody ruins. He does not care about the death of the weak, but the survival of the strong.
But only Nagaros in the north can play like this. Krakarond in the south needs to be stable, because it is too important. Most of the food in Druchi society is produced there. The Black Ark Shipyard and There are other large and small shipyards there. If Krakarond falls into scorched and bloody ruins, it will be a real mess. Therefore, Krakarond needs the existence of a stable and loyal vassal like the Hell Calamity Family. Add to that the Hellbuster family's close relationship with Malekith, and Annasara's relationship with his annoying mother.
"He is even better than I thought. When he stood next to His Majesty, he really looked like me. I seemed to have returned to when I was young." Nukel couldn't help but sigh in a low voice as he walked out.
"Yes, it really looks like it." Anasara nodded slightly and agreed.
Soon, Annasara and her son saw Maranur standing blankly in the reception room. After Nukel mentioned Maranur a few words and said hello to Sirsis, the mother and son quickly They left in a hurry. The mother and son, who were familiar with the road, didn't actually need to be led.
Darkus stayed in the throne room for a long time and did not come out. He was doing it there, unable to lean on the throne or the wall behind. And he suddenly felt that it was very, very cold in the throne room, maybe the black magic had failed. Fortunately, he was next to Malekith, and the scorching heat radiating from Malekith's body warmed him like a bonfire. His head hurts just thinking about standing here all the time. It's the same as standing guard, and it's still like 996, no, it's 007!
"Are you bored?" Malekith leaned on the throne and carved something on the armrest of the throne with his right index finger.
"My Majesty, yes, and I am still a little hungry."
"You don't seem to have that fear?"
"My Majesty, you are an elf with a great mission. You can definitely create a more glorious era, like An ordinary person like me should be working under your shelter, and I should feel happy, not afraid." Darkus said such absurd and uninhibited words in this environment, and he couldn't understand what he said. How did you say it? Maybe this is really a blood talent? Who knows?
Malekith laughed loudly after hearing these words, and the entire throne room echoed with his laughter. He had not been so happy for a long time. This sentence reminded him of his time in Eshor Tara. Thinking of what Lean said when he and Alandrian parted, he suddenly stopped laughing again.
"Then do you have any way to relieve your boredom?" Malekith's mood, which had been suddenly high just now, suddenly dropped again, and he said in a low voice.
"My lord, maybe you can teach me the dwarf language? I think I will use it one day?" Darkus thought that Malekith might need someone who could understand him to accompany him to relieve his boredom? He said directly after thinking about it.
"Hahaha! It's the other way around! It's the other way around! Okay, I'll teach you." Malekith's suddenly depressed mood suddenly rose again, and he said with a laugh.
Darkusti's way of relieving his boredom is indeed a bit outrageous. You must know that when Malekith traveled to the old world and met the dwarves, it was Alandrian who first mastered the dwarven language and began to translate and coordinate Malekith and the dwarves. Soon after the communication between them, Alandrian began to teach Malekith the dwarf language. Now it's the other way around, and the descendant of the Alilandrian family asked Malekith to teach him the dwarf language. There are dwarf slaves in Drukhi society, and some slave owners in the construction team speak the dwarf language. What's even more outrageous is that Malekith actually agreed. How boring is this?
"Your brother stayed in the throne room of His Majesty the Witch King?" Xiersis went out for a walk. When he came back, he noticed that the little guy named Darkus had not left the throne room for a long time. Coming out, he walked to Maranur's side and asked in a low voice. You must know that an attendant of his level can only stay here, but he is not naive enough to think that the little guy has died in the throne room.
"It should be?"
"Why?" Xiersis lowered her tone as much as possible, but still asked loudly.
But the sound did not attract the attention of other Druchi. It was not that those busy Druchi could not hear it, but they would not look here.
"Because he is my brother? Is there a place to eat nearby? I'm a little hungry." Maranur actually knew everything in his heart, but he still pretended to be confused and asked.
"What's wrong?" Darkus came over and asked. He walked out of the pitch-black throne room. He wanted to eat. He felt that he was very hungry and tired at this time.
"Why were you able to stay in His Majesty the Witch King's throne room for so long?" Sirsis asked this question again.
"Because I'm his younger brother? Is there a place to eat nearby? I'm a little hungry." Darkus said politely after nodding to Sirsis.
(End of chapter)