Chapter 168 18. Malekith knew
very well that when Alandrian’s daughter asked to serve his mother five thousand years ago, his mother rejected Heliben; Ben, believed that Helene had no talent for magic or other artistic skills. But he thought this was pure jealousy on his mother's part, pure jealousy, and that his mother could sometimes become foolish and arrogant because of her primal need for superiority. If his mother could tolerate the appearance of a more beautiful maiden than herself, Maybe Hurley would have been a powerful follower of his mother's side instead of an enemy for five thousand years. He couldn't help but think of the scene when he was young in Esso Talarian, when Heliben and her sister served him. At that time, Heriben was the most beautiful elf girl.
As the door of the council chamber slowly closed, Malekith suddenly woke up from his thoughts. He stood up from the throne and began to wander towards the periphery of the seat, like a lurking black dragon. Wandering among the shadows, Darkus' left hand rested on the hilt of his half-hand sword, and he also walked out of the shadows behind the throne.
Heliben sat on the seat and stared at Morathi fiercely, and Morathi was also looking at Heliben with contempt, and there was a strong tendency to start the film if there was any disagreement. After Hellebore saw Darkus walking out of the shadows, her eyes began to become shocked and stunned, but her eyes were narrowed like a cat, hiding her emotions well.
The male dignitaries originally sitting at the seats all opened their eyes and looked at Morathi greedily. The moment Darkus appeared from the shadows, the eyes of all the dignitaries present were attracted to Darkus. These nobles had heard the name of Darkus in the past few days. These dignitaries looked at Darkus with suspicion, trying to figure out why Darkius was so favored by the Witch King. How many times could a Druchi stay in the throne room for a long time without coming out? This has never happened in thousands of years!
"Ugly, your father has been reincarnated again. You should be happy, instead of looking like this." Morathi looked at Heliben with contempt in her eyes, but she said in a joking manner.
"Impossible! My father died in Nagaryth five thousand years ago."
"But your father reappeared in front of you five thousand years later, didn't he?"
"Shut up! You should Play your role as a dog instead of chattering here!" Helene stood up from her seat and shouted angrily at Morathi, then turned to look at Malekith and Darkus behind him and asked , there was unconcealable disgust in her eyes, "You are definitely not the reincarnation of my father! Who are you?" "
Me? Darkus, Darkus, the Scourge of Hell." Darkus was light and airy. said, as if the center of this scolding war was not centered around him. He has been in this broken world for a while. During this period, he has met countless legendary figures and has developed a good psychological quality. After passing the level of Malekith, he has undergone a qualitative transformation. Maybe he will undergo another transformation. Are you going to visit the Chaos Demon Realm?
There was nothing. The moment Heliben saw Darkus, he temporarily woke up from the religious madness of thousands of years and then asked Darkeus with tears in his eyes, is it you? my father. How is this kind of bloody plot possible? You must know that Heliben's mother Miris once advised her not to fall into Kane's madness again. Her selfless and selfless woman was not shaken in her belief. Instead, she was killed on the spot. She directly made a righteous act of annihilation and hunting down the Shadow King. At that time, her sister Liris was shot through the throat and fell in front of her. She was also indifferent. She only focused on the hunting mission. She was completely immersed in religious madness. Would she care about Darkus who looked like her father?
The melon-eating dignitaries present turned their attention to Anasara, the mother of the Hell Calamity family. They seemed to want to confirm something, with questions and excitement in their eyes. Their whispers and discussions began to fill the council hall.
"Don't be excited, my niece. Dacus is indeed a child of the Hell Calamity family, but he is just a little bit taller..." Anasara ignored the eyes of the powerful man, and gently touched his big brother with her hand. The emblem on the round table looked at her niece and said with a smile, with a cold threat and warning in her tone.
"What? Ugly monster? Do you want to assassinate your father's reincarnation just like you sent Kane's assassin to assassinate me a few years ago?" Anasara's best friend Morathi directly finished the attack.
"You fart, you are a useless bitch!" The furious Helene shouted at Morathi, and then she caught the already a little impatient Malekith with her peripheral vision, and she quickly recovered. Calmly, she sat back on her seat and said lightly, "That assassin has nothing to do with me! You can't accuse me without any evidence. You are framed!"
Except for Hal Gancy. The dignitaries and dignitaries present turned their attention to the greatest bride of Kane, Heliben. Their eyes were full of curiosity and inquiry. In their opinion, this was a very fun thing. They all knew that a few years ago ( The year 2005 in the Imperial Calendar (on the chronology) Morathi was almost assassinated. The assassin died before revealing his employer, but Morathi had always suspected that Heliben was the one who ordered it, but there was no evidence.
Morathi wanted to say something else, but she saw her son who had turned his head to look at her, and after some hesitation, she closed her mouth. The smart dignitaries at the table also noticed Malekith's impatience, and quickly adjusted their states and became serious again.
Darkus secretly swore! In the future, we will definitely find a way to get rid of the watermelon. The facts in Druchi's high-level circles are so interesting. We should really float a big melon and rebuild the glory of the watermelon. It is our duty to do so! Five thousand years ago, the handsome and charming Malekith scolded Fang Qiu while chatting and laughing with his good friend and lieutenant in Atho Talarian. The young and beautiful Heliben and Liris served them. His father and Malekith served tea and wine, and Alandrian was not disfigured at that time.
After five thousand years of changes, the former Malekith became spicy chicken shreds. Alandrian's appearance was completely disfigured and he died in Nagaris in that way in five thousand years. Alandrian's wife Miris Killed by Heliben himself, Liris was killed by an arrow when hunting the Shadow King. Heliben changed from the most beautiful elf girl to a thousand-year-old old woman. Alandrian's brother Kedelon also died in the fifth century. Thousand years ago, he died in the battle of Nagaryth, and Alandrian's younger brother from another lineage was also tortured to death by Anasara and Morathi. These ghosts and snake gods who have lived for five thousand years are now nesting in Nagas far away in Nagaryth. Ross was bickering over trivial matters, which was weird.
As for Morathi? I wish her good health forever.
At this time, Malekith felt that the evil fire that had been soothed by Darkus in the past few days suddenly burst out again. He was speechless for a long time and kept wandering around the big round table, looking for new enemies.
"Is Venir Iceblade lost?" Malekith asked, his tone full of coldness.
"Dear Your Majesty, Khao'ak (a stronghold in the north) is being besieged by the Aguda warband." The female fear lord from the Atorak stronghold next to the Khao'ak stronghold replied respectfully.
"It doesn't matter, the garrison will fight to the end because they have no choice. They will die like the Druchi, bleeding for their majesty. When the black tower fell, the progress of the barbarians faltered, They will have some time to plunder their conquests and slaughter their captives, and their warlords will need more time to regroup their animals into warbands." Malekith said meaninglessly, as if in the Kauak stronghold The Drukhi army was not the same as the people he ruled.
"This damn wilderness has never been our home. It's just a refuge, a refuge! That's all. It's an anchor point for us to regain everything that once belonged to us." After finishing speaking,
Malekith walked around . Behind the seat of the female Night Lord Kira, his hot iron hand reached down and touched Kira's shoulder. He glanced at the large round table, and his eyes swept over every dignitary he saw.
"I heard that there was a hole in the Kalonde Kal under your jurisdiction, my Night Governor." Malekith said softly, placing his helmet next to Kira's face.
"My lord, the defenses of Kalonde Kal have always been complete, and our fleets and armies will be assembled at any time, waiting for your orders. You can trust the loyalty of Kalonde Kal, and our ships and troops will not Worse than any other city." Kira said calmly while looking in the direction of Krakarond's seat. She did not panic because of Malekith's actions, nor did she show any pain because of the burning heat emanating from Malekith. expression.
Darkus knew that Karonde Carl, the female night governor named Kira Riel, was a legendary figure, a pirate who specialized in cavalry, naval warfare and alchemy. Her right eye wears an eyepatch with the family emblem, her pale skin is matched with black eye shadow, and her white hair is tied behind her head with gold wire. When she was born, her family was already lonely. She used what she could to started as a captain, served as the admiral of the Black Ark, and finally became the night commander.
But Kira didn't seem to understand what Malekith meant.
Malekith ignored Kira and wandered around again. He walked next to a dusty corpse and started talking to it. At this time, all the dignitaries in the audience were silent. They all knew that something was about to happen, but they didn't know who the unlucky guy would be. Morathi quietly watched her son perform. The same people who had lived for five thousand years The cow ghosts and snake gods were also watching with different expressions. At this time, the dignitary on the seat opposite the corpse had begun to sweat from his forehead, and his body was trembling slightly.
Darkus watched Malekith's performance calmly behind Malekith. He had just confirmed that the corpse was already dead. Although the sorcerers of Drukhi society can play with souls, they will not play with corpses and make them stand up again. This is blasphemous and evil and is not allowed by Drukhi society. However, in this one-sided dialogue, Malekith still achieved a complete success. Under Malekith's exaggerated performance, the powerful people present were silent. Malekith's performance reached a level that made the powerful people's hair stand on end. Effect.
"If you were the admiral of the Black Ark, how much share of the loot would you give me?" Then Malekith walked behind Walter again, stretched out his iron hand again, and touched Walter's shoulder and said coldly. arrive.
"My Majesty, I was born to serve you. If you let me take charge of the Black Ark Fleet, I will rob as many shares as possible, and then dedicate these shares to you." Walter looked as usual. said.
"You don't want any?" Malekith's cold words contained a hint of curiosity and interest.
"My Majesty, as I said before, I was born to serve Your Majesty. I dedicate my loyalty to Your Majesty, all at your Majesty's command." After speaking, Walter wanted to stand up and turn around to salute Malekith.
But Malekith's iron hand pressed down on Walter's shoulder and did not let Walter get up. He laughed strangely, neither confirming nor denying what Walter said.
The dignitaries present turned their heads in the direction of Walter again, as if they wanted to see who was so powerful that he could say such arrogant words.
Darkus, who was following Malekith, raised the corner of his mouth slightly. He knew that Walter had passed this level. Walter's answer made Malekith slightly satisfied. He also knew that an unlucky guy was about to appear. .
"Lanis Night Stalker, where's my share?" Malekith continued to wander in the council chamber. He came to the seat opposite the corpse just now, and his orange eyes looked at it coldly. The admiral sitting on the seat asked loudly at the same time.
"My Majesty, please listen to my explanation." Lanis Night Demon said in a panic, his tone changed, and he tried to stand up and turn around.
Darkus took out the stabbing blade and stepped forward quickly, holding the back of Lanis' neck with his left hand.
Lanis was startled, and he subconsciously pulled out the serrated short blade hidden in his wrist to prepare for the final desperate resistance.
Darkus didn't care so much and directly used the stabbing blade to scratch through the gap above Lanis' elbow joint. The sharpness of the stabbing blade and his superb skills even caused the sawtooth short blade to fall to the ground in the council chamber. It made a crisp sound, but no blood oozed out. He ignored Lanis's screams, knowing that he had broken Lanis' tendon. He pressed Lanis's neck directly onto the big round table and put the stabbing blade against Lanis' throat. But throughout the whole process, he did not show any bloodthirsty or weird expression, but looked as normal as if he had crushed an insect to death.
When Coran Blackhand heard the crisp sound of the weapon falling to the ground, he stood up from his seat and rushed over with the scarlet halberd. The black guard behind Lanis also tried to get closer, but they were all stopped. Malekith put out his hand to stop him.
All the Druchi present looked in this direction, whether they were the dignitaries sitting on the seats or the black guards standing behind the seats.
Malekith caught Lanis, who was still struggling, and his iron hand grabbed Lanis's pie-shaped face with regret, anxiety, anger, etc., and forced Lanis to open his mouth.
"Any slaves and gold in Naggaroth are my property! I am not letting you serve as admiral to let you lose my share! What is the point of living when you are not loyal to your majesty?" Malekith spoke coldly at first, but as the words continued, anger clearly rose in his voice, and he finally roared directly.
Malekith's iron grip tightened, and Lannis's mouth was still making inarticulate shouts.
Darkus, who was standing nearby and raising the bayonet blade to see if there was any blood, clearly heard the sound of continued bone cracking. He shook off the bayonet blade and put it on again. At this time, Lanis's facial features had begun to ooze blood. He stepped forward and tore off Lanis' Hardrica. As the Hardrica was torn off, a sound sounded like a watermelon exploding, although the watermelon exploded. , but the watermelon didn’t explode.
Lanis's body fell limply on the seat, and the blood flowing from his facial features began to drip onto the marble floor.
"I smell new blood!"
Darkus knew that this was what Heliben said, and he threw Ranis' Hardrika into the center of the big round table.
Alandrian is Heliben's father.
The connection between the Hellscream family and Alandrian is a second creation
(end of this chapter)