Chapter 169 19. The Beginning of the Age of Torment.
Darkus knew that the Black Ark Admiral named Lanis died unjustly. This foolish Lanis could actually think that he was hiding everything and that it was seamless, but in fact it was full of loopholes. After returning from the plunder, a batch of labor dispatches was not weighed at Caronde Carr. Instead, it was traded via a plundering ship on a shoal at Black Creek Spire not far from Caronde Carr. Then the slave owner who participated in the transaction The labor was dispatched to Haig Grave. Druch, who was under both parties to the transaction, had already pushed out Lanis and the slave owner.
It didn't matter how the trophies were transported in that small port when Darkus participated in the trial. It was just that his reputation would be affected after returning from the trial, and the trophies would still have to be weighed in the end. The nature of Lanis's business suddenly changed and turned into smuggling. The weighing fee that should be paid to Malekith was missing. As a result, Malekith attacked him hard to crack down on tax evasion.
No matter how Lanis explains it, or whether there is a tear-jerking story behind it or what happened, it doesn’t matter anymore. Congratulations to Lanis for entering the eternal palace of Druch’s highest authority. The slave owner involved in the transaction was not present, and he was still a little short of qualifications to participate in the Dark Council, but the slave owner's end was very sad.
From the side, Malekith's eyes, ears and sight are everywhere in Naggaroth. Malekith knows that ignoring and trying to hide it are completely different things. At first, Malekith used the metaphor of lucky gold. Gave Dacus a step down and let him speak out on his own, otherwise he would not be able to withstand what he would face next even though he looked somewhat similar to the ancestor Alandrian. This is not PUA or Stockholm Syndrome, but a naked reality.
Originally, Darkus threw Hardrica casually on the big round table, but for some reason Hardrica drew a trajectory on the smooth round table and landed in front of Kira. It can only be said that he was still too young. He was young and not very good at work. He estimated that Malekith must have driven the black magic to achieve this effect.
While Hardrika was still crossing the big round table, Kira had already stood up from her seat. The cold sweat on her forehead was now flowing out. What she said impassionedly just now became a joke. She knew that she There will be big trouble next, and now she wants to chop the Lanis who caused the trouble into mincemeat and feed it to the harpy.
Lanis's blood turned into an unpleasant burning smell in Malekith's hot iron hands. He walked around behind Kira's seat again, and his iron hands reached down to press on Kira's shoulders again. He directly sat Kira down on the seat.
"Sit down, my Night Governor, I heard that there is a hole in the Kalonde Kal under your jurisdiction." Malekith relived the scene again, his helmet was placed next to Kira's face and he said softly, When he did, his eyes scanned the big round table again, and his eyes scanned every dignitary he saw.
"My Majesty, I..." Kira was a little confused at this time. She was afraid in her heart. She didn't know how to answer the Witch King.
"My Night Governor, I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer the next time the Dark Council convenes." Malekith's words were full of joking, and he took his hand away from Kira's shoulder.
"As you command, my majesty." Kira breathed a sigh of relief after saying that, at least the current hurdle was over.
"The Black Ark will be left in Naggarond for auction." Malekith said casually to the dignitaries attending the Dark Parliament.
Darkus knows the meaning of this next time. Lanis's subsequent matters have not been handled well. In addition, if Kalonde Carl did not satisfy the Witch King during this period, it is estimated that Kira will have to do it next time the Dark Conference is held. Entering the eternal palace of Druchi's highest authority.
Kira also had to buy back Lanis's black ark that originally belonged to Kalonde Karl on behalf of Kalonde Karl at a high price. Kira had to bite the bullet and buy it back no matter how high the price paid by other powerful people. This was already It's not a question of a black ark, it's a question of political stance, and the high price has to satisfy Malekith. The most important thing is that Kira must keep her family and the position of Night Governor after returning. Struggle, because Kira will definitely raise taxes during this period, purge the powerful people who do not obey her authority, and give a satisfactory share to His Majesty the Witch King.
Perhaps this is the political game of Nagaros, and Malekith did this to deliberately provoke discord among the powerful people of Kalondkar. Darkus could clearly sense that the dignitaries of Kalonde Carl beside Kira had shown eager eyes and full of malice, and conspiracies and turmoil would soon appear in Kalonde Carl.
Although the Drukhi society is in such a strange shape, there are still laws. One of the laws clearly stipulates that it is illegal to kill the night governor and Varahar (noun, in charge of the city's military) who have accepted the Witch King's fate. It is not tolerated by Drukhi society, but this does not prevent these powerful people from making other moves to mess with Kira. There are countless conspiracies and tricks that can be used. If Kira can survive the next Dark Council, then Kira meets Malekith's requirements for a strong person. If Kira cannot survive, it means that there are no weak people in Nagaros, and new strong people will appear to replace Kira. La, taking over the reins of Karondkar in Kira's place.
"It's really cruel, but it doesn't seem to have anything to do with me? No, I've seen endless changes, I've seen opportunities and profits, maybe I and the representative behind me, Krakalond, can get involved." Da Keus followed Malekith in thought, raising the corners of his mouth slightly and smiling sinisterly.
"My Majesty, Hagrid Grave must give me an explanation! My son was left there as a political hostage, but he was harmed for no reason." Admiral Barnes of the Black Ark Nagor Baler stood up from his seat and said.
Darkus knew what Banes was talking about. His son Ferland stayed in Hagrid Grave as a political hostage. In order to ensure peace between Hagrid Grave and the Nagor, It was a settlement reached after decades of bitter and bloody disputes. But Furland was tortured into a half-mad and half-stupid psychopath by Marus, the nephew of Barnes who did not follow the routine. Seeing this routine, another war will begin.
The dignitaries present turned their attention to Hagrid Grave's night governors Draka and Valahar Lehan. They all knew that Hagrid Grave and the Black Ark Nagor The mess in between.
"Do you want to start a war? I have sent a team to hunt down the black blade, and I will give you a satisfactory answer! Barnes, don't push yourself too hard." Draka stood up from his seat, the joints of his armor There seemed to be a soul-cursing wail everywhere, fire and steam seeped out from the gaps in the armor, and an evil eye was carved on his gorgeous helmet. At this time, that eye was also staring at Barnes.
Varaharlehan of Hagrid Grave also stood up from his seat and began to shout at each other with his brother-in-law, Barnes. The eight major family dignitaries behind him also stood up to give Draka and Le Han holds the place.
The other dignitaries were in charge of watching the fun.
Darkus knew that Lehan's youngest son Malus Blackblade and Barnes's son Furlan were cousins. Barnes's sister was a sorceress, and by killing Lehan's former wife, Lehan gave birth to Malus. It is said that the sister of Barnes did this after receiving the will of the gods or divination. The birth of Malus also heralded some kind of omen. As for the Black Ark Nagol of Banes, it is not frozen now, but is wandering in the sea near the Chaos Wasteland in the north of Kalonde Kal. This can not only train soldiers, but also dispatch some Yankees. Only when necessary will we go to Krakarond to maintain and replenish the Black Ark. Soon after the two sides quarreled for a few words, they sat down again in their seats in a tacit understanding, and the parliament hall instantly became quiet again, as if there had been no quarrel just now. They seemed to be performing some kind of political performance just now, and the performance was for Malekith and the dignitaries present. From Darkus's point of view, they didn't seem to want to fight, but just wanted to find a way to get off. They wanted Malekith to Si Neng came forward to mediate again, but Darkus, who knew the direction of the script, knew that this was basically impossible.
"I've already mediated once, why should I mediate a second time?" Malekith said coldly.
Sure enough, as Darkus expected, he knew that if Draka could not give Banes a satisfactory answer, the two sides would start fighting again. This satisfactory answer meant sending Malus to his uncle Banes. In front of him, but he knew that the final script was for Malus to profit from the situation and become the Night Governor of Hagrid Graves. But this is not in his interest. It seems that he will have to find opportunities to kill Malus in the future. He can only kill this variable. He has no other choice. He does not think that if he has offended Malus, Malus Si will forgive him, and then be conquered by his personality charm and surrender to him. Isn't this nonsense? According to Malus's character, even Malekith was not convinced, and he always wanted to find a chance to take a chance. By the way, where is Malus now? Have you encountered a bond? He couldn't help but look forward to the next meeting.
The parliament hall was silent. It seemed that there were no conflicts that needed to be resolved between the powerful men. They gave the stage to Malekith. Their eyes followed Malekith again, until Malekith stopped in front of the throne, resting on the sigil of Aenarion inlaid with gold and emeralds on the marble slab. The emblem was injected with the heat brought by Malekith's footsteps and began to squirm, as if it came alive, illuminating Malekith with golden light.
"This damn wilderness has never been our home. We must take back Ulthuan. We must start preparing for the next expedition. There is no failure in this expedition, only death or victory!" Malekith said slowly, he His tone was full of coldness.
This announcement did not arouse disbelief or fear among the powerful. They were still listening quietly, knowing that it was time to return to Ulthuan. They were smart and knew that if they had any objections or chatter at this time, Malekith would let them enter the eternal palace without any hesitation.
"The bloodline of Druchi belongs to me. It is I who have made you. My will has stripped away all the weaknesses in your hearts, and my vision has injected strength into your bodies. What you think, what you desire, what you hope for, They are all created by me! Druchi is mine, formed by my will, shaped by my career, I built a great and terrible nation!" Malekith roared.
"The Drukki will sweep across Ulthuan, our treacherous cousins are ripe for conquest! It's time to protect the land you despise without the blood of your warriors, a land desolate, a land filled with scorn and mockery land! I tell you, I tell you all, it won't! We will not shed the blood of our troops to defend this abominable wilderness! If we are going to fight, we are going to fight a war worth fighting. ! We will fight to seize the land that belongs to us! We will fight to seize the inheritance that belongs to us, the land that is our birthright! What we long for is Ulthuan, and conquering Ulthuan is Druchi's destiny! The crown of Ulthuan and Aenarion! Ulthuan and my birthright!"
Malekith's personal speech continued, his orange eyes shining horribly in the midnight armor. of light.
"For the next expedition we will gather every warrior, every knight, every pirate, and every tamer in Naggaroth. We will gather a huge army to land on the shores of Ulthuan, and every day A black ark, every hell dragon, every plunderer, any ship worth sailing will be assembled into the strongest fleet the gods have ever seen! In the past, Druchi's steps were taken against Asul Stagger, because you always restrain yourselves! Hold back! Next time, there will be no room for such cowardice. You will fight Ulthuan with all your strength, and nothing will be stopped, only victory or death!"
Mare In the middle of Keith's speech, Newkel had already stood up from his seat. The dignitaries of Walter and Krakalund also stood up, and Anasara also stood up. The dignitaries, priests, and admirals of other cities also stood up to show their support for Malekith. There was no applause or slapping the table together, just standing up silently.
"Although Cairne's feast continues every day, Cairne wants blood to drip in Ulthuan." Heliben's dagger-like nails scratched the top of the large round table, and she looked at Malekith and said.
"My Majesty! Krakarond's army will become your sharpest spear! Our warriors will sweep across Ulthuan! Take back everything that should be ours!" Nukel shouted.
It was the first time that Darkos saw Nukel so excited. Returning to Nagaris had become Nukel's obsession. Nukel had reasons to say so and he also had reasons to do so.
Other dignitaries also began to express their opinions. They usually fought and fought, but they couldn't be vague at this time. The heirs of these old military households were getting angry.
19. For Malekith, six thousand years of frustration and disappointment were painful, and his subjects could feel what he had long felt. He knew his subjects would obey his orders, subjects always did, but he needed more this time! He needs his subjects to support their cause with unprecedented enthusiasm, and this time, the entire Druchi must unite for a common goal, that is, conquest!
"Our subjects will not cower behind the walls and slowly wither and die. We are the bloody blades that end our fate. We are the hunters from whom no prey can escape. Through fire, blood and destruction! We will not forgive! We will not Will forget! Druzi will drink from the abyss of the world! We will spill the sea of blood, stir up a bloody storm, harvest wantonly, and be intoxicated. We will be the victors of the war, the lords of countless inferior creatures, and we will never bow our heads! We will The children of Nagaryth, the people of Aenarion! We will take back our birthright!" Malekith's voice was still roaring in the council chamber.
The powerful men bowed to Malekith.
"Now! Let more warriors go to sea! Go spread fear around the world! Let wealth flow into Nagaroth!"
Darkus was still there, but the scene in front of him had changed. He saw the plundering ship. The number is increasing greatly. Countless Druchi sail out to sea. The sea is covered with Druchi's black sails. The black sails will go to spread fear all over the world. Wherever they go, there will be panic and destruction. Countless ports and towns. Cities are raided, and residents are either killed by marauders or dispatched as laborers to fuel Druch's war effort.
The looted wealth continues to flow into Malekith's treasury, and the number of the Druchi fleet will expand again, its size eclipsing the elf fleets of any previous period. The Black Sails then began to raid Ulthuan's coast, bringing as much carnage and destruction as they could. Druchi's influence will continue to expand to all parts of the world, and Druchi's spies and minions are spread across every continent.
This time the Dark Parliament ended successfully.
(End of chapter)