Chapter 173 23. Naggarond Holiday (5.2K)
Darkus walked out of the throne room and did not meet Aigirethe and Coran who were waiting here. There were still four black guards standing at the door, but it was not noon. That was four, but that didn't stop him from smiling at the four black guards.
The next morning, the Darkos brothers and their followers drove back to the Hellscourge family's mansion in a mighty manner. The main members of the Hellscourge family were preparing to return to Krakalond, and they still had to meet before they parted. of.
A small family meeting was still held. Maranur once again missed the opportunity to follow his father to the sea. He had to stay in Nagarond for a long time. Fortunately, the sorceress of the Mogar family also After staying in Nagarond, Annasara and his son clearly knew about his attitude and did not express anything in this regard. His father Dulias also did not express any opinion on the matter, which was regarded as acquiescence.
Darkos did not tell Nukel about the next strategic arrangement studied in the throne room, because he and Nukel had conducted similar deductions before, and Nukel knew exactly what to do next. He asked Nukel to take defensive measures while building a new shipyard, measures that could deal with raids by sea fleets and harassment by small groups on land. Nukel said that he knew that targeted arrangements would be made, and Nukel did not ask. Why was he so serious and pessimistic about this matter? At the same time, Newkel said that he would leave four elite guard centurions of the family, as well as a force composed of disaster walker chariots and reaper ballistae for him to dispatch. .
After the official business was arranged, Darkus turned his head and looked at Anasara, who was silent and observing him. After the Dulias and his son saw nothing about them, they stood up and bowed to leave. Newkel thought for a moment and then stood up and left. It was obvious that he did not want to get involved in this matter.
"Perhaps the soul dagger should not have been given to her." Darkus looked at Anasara with a serious expression and said. He did not talk about Drusala, but mentioned the soul dagger again.
"Then you are going to find her now to get her back?" Annasara's tone was full of ridicule.
"My clan mother, this joke is not funny. Maybe that soul dagger can be an opportunity?" Darkus asked tentatively. He wanted to make changes to this soul dagger and cause trouble.
"Darkus, I'm warning you! The relationship between mother and son is far more complicated than you think, whether it's politics or family affection. You'd better not act rashly! The first thing you have to do is ensure your own safety!" Anasara's expression became serious, she stared into Darkus' eyes and said in a warning tone.
"In a sense, does this count as good friends?" Darkus thought to himself, and nodded to show that he understood the stakes of the matter.
"What you are paying attention to should not be on the mother and the child, at least for the time being. Naggaroth in the north is not like our Krakarond. There are undercurrents in various cities and forces. The cult in Hagrid Grave Growing stronger, the eight families are secretly fighting each other for their own interests, and may soon start another war with the Black Ark Nagol. The families and fear lords of Nagarond are also a problem, Karonde. Carl's Night Lord Kira will also be in trouble soon, and Hal Gancy's Kane sect is showing signs of growing, and there are also fierce battles within the sect. My best friend Grond is even more troublesome, she The trained sorceress sisterhood is not as stable as the Tower of Destruction. These things are worthy of your attention." Anasara's expression became relaxed again, and she smiled at Dak Us said, as if these things had nothing to do with her. As she spoke, her expression returned to seriousness. She stared at Darkus and continued, "You can take care of Drusala's matters yourself. Sometimes Many things happen in one thought. But having said that, my dear Darkus, the first thing you have to do is not to fight for the interests of the family and Krakaronde, but to ensure your own safety! As long as you are alive, you have a chance. , and there is nothing when you die."
Darkus didn't say anything, but nodded again. As an elder who has lived for more than five thousand years, Anasara gave him a brief introduction to Northern Nagaros. political situation and told him to pay attention to safety. At this point, there was nothing more to talk about, so he stood up and bowed to leave.
The main members of the Hellscourge family have returned to Krakarond, and the elite family guards have stayed in the mansion, waiting for Darkos' orders. The Black Ark Temple of Malice of Dulias and the Black Ark Soul Claw of the Mogar family are about to set sail together, joining the Black Ark Herald of Despair of the cold-eyed family Dastan to launch a massive labor dispatch to the old world.
In the courtyard of Malekith's Black Tower, Darkus and Drusala met again under the watchful eyes of the Black Guards.
Drusala is light and beautiful, wearing a dark fur robe with white spots of snow leopard fur on the edges. She wears a pair of slender and exquisite high boots on her feet. An emerald ring sparkles on her slender fingers, and her black hair is twined. There are some small black thorns, and the black thorns seem to be alive, because the black hair occasionally twists with the twitching of the black thorns.
Darkus had met Drusala before. In the dark meeting held not long ago, Drusala stood behind Morathi and looked at him quietly.
Maranur, who was standing behind Darkus, and their followers gathered together and whispered in approval. These Druchi acquiesced to Genevieve's existence. At this time, Genevieve also stood. He was watching Drusala quietly in the team, seeming to be thinking about something. The two Franese brothers were paying attention to their sister Alyssa. Alyssa just glanced at Drusala, shook her head slightly at the two brothers who were paying attention to her, and then talked back to Colonia. The sorceress from the Mogar family chatted in a low voice, laughing a little from time to time.
"I didn't expect that we would meet again a few days later." Darkus said with a smile to Drusala.
"Nice to see you again." Drusala bowed slightly, crossing her right leg in front of her left leg. When she straightened up, a fleeting smile flashed across her lips.
"My lady, let's go for a walk? I don't want to have our first date under the watchful eyes of the Black Guards." Darkus said while making an extremely exaggerated noble etiquette, and then stretched out his hand. His right hand feinted and then quickly retracted.
"At your command," Drusala said with gleaming eyes and a dignified posture. She folded her hands around her waist and tilted her head slightly forward, although this move made her appear more shy than respectful.
Drusala's footsteps made no sound as she walked down the tiled streets. Darkus was also walking lightly, with guarded followers scattered in front and behind them. In the afternoon, there were also sparse pedestrians in Nagarond. For the civilian class Druch, no one was idle. Most of the hurried Druchi, who went out for a walk in broad daylight, carried some food, buckets, water cans and other things on their backs. They were obviously taking advantage of this slightly safer time to replenish some supplies at home. Especially after seeing this team appear, they would turn around and leave, or dive into a dark and complicated alley and disappear without a trace.
Darkus and Drusala were chatting without a word, and he seemed a little absent-minded, while Drusala kept observing him with his head tilted as he walked.
From the dialogue, Darkus learned that Drusala was more than sixty years older than him. He learned dark spells at the Tower of Prophecy in Grond. Age is a very important thing for people with a long life. It's nothing to the elves, and it's nothing to Druchi. There is no such thing as holding gold or I'm tired in Druchi society. In fact, Darkus only cares about one issue now, and that is the current situation. Is Drusala complete? This wholeness is not that wholeness, but that wholeness, which refers to the soul.
Before talking about Drusala, we must first talk about Malus Blackblade and Tularis Fear-Bowler. The death of the former is inseparable from her, and the death of the latter was witnessed by her. .
After Malus captured the Eagle Gate, he began to lead his army straight into the inner ring. However, he collided with the main force of Asul led by Tyrion, and the two sides immediately began a fierce battle. During the chaos, he dueled with Tyrion, and Turalis took the opportunity to sneak attack Tyrion from behind. Just when he was about to kill Tyrion, Morathi saw his move. The purpose of protecting Tyrion, releasing the magic power in his magic necklace, and reawakening Zakhan, the familiar pain came from him, he screamed and resisted desperately, his soul was thrown out like a disemboweled organ, Finally, it collapsed and disappeared. The moment Zakhan arrived, Malus was already dead.
Tyrion picked up the Kain Dimensional Sword dropped by Malus, with the Sunfire Sword in one hand and the Kain Dimension Sword in the other, and turned into a dual-wielding Berserker, easily crushing Zarkhan. The question then becomes, how did Morathi see that Tyrion was in danger? It was Drusala who played a key role, as she was said to have been transformed into Medusa and, unlike most of her sisters, retained a shred of sanity and begged Morathi to lift the curse. Morathi agreed, but everything came at a price. In the process, her mind completely collapsed and her body became an empty shell. Morathi seized this opportunity, controlled what was left of her mind, and linked their thoughts together, turning her into Morathi's puppet.
So there are many things in this damn world that are far scarier and more terrifying than death.
While Malekith was wandering the Realm of Chaos, Morathi was in charge of Nagarond, while Grond was managed by the puppeted Drusala. In the end, Morathi was afraid of Caledo, whose soul was hidden in the maelstrom, so she played Momoyo Li Zang's trick.
Then the question comes again, when did Drusala transform into Medusa? When did he become Morathi's puppet?
Darkus is already annoyed enough. He has been watched by two Chaos Gods, and a bunch of elven gods, as well as Malekith and the magical Eye of Destiny. Maybe he has a chest at this time. The Ichi amulet he wore before was also faintly vibrating. The reason for the vibration was not that there was a sorceress around him, but that the amulet could also become a medium and be watched by Lord Mazdamudi. Now he was doing it like a live broadcast, and just thinking about it made him feel irritated. He only has one great goal now, which is to continue to be his fun person, and he can't be a mess. He can live a good life and make some changes at the same time, because there is no way to live a good life if he is a mess. There is no place in this damn world. It is absolutely safe, not to mention that it is already 2015 in the imperial calendar. Without these auras, he might not die faster, so he practices martial arts every day and buys some weird equipment for self-defense, even if Even if you die, you can't die in ruins, but in changes and in battles.
But Darkus can't directly ask Drusala now, have you ever turned into Medusa?
This topic is an absolutely taboo topic for Druchi's sorceresses. The reason is this very magical elf god. Druchi's sorceresses believe in Hecate, the elven underground god and goddess of magic. What about the heavenly god Hos, the Lord of Wisdom, and the pure girl Lilith. You must know that the elves and gods are very, very bad, regardless of the gods in the sky and the gods below.
Hecate is a goddess of magic and hydra who has a small temple to her in the Tower of Prophecy in Grond and the Tower of Destruction in Krakarond. But unlike Lilith, she represents the dark side. She is capricious and pays close attention to the desires of the elves, which the other elven gods try to avoid. It is precisely because of this that she often fights and becomes jealous with her twin sister Asati, the goddess of desire. It's easy to please her, but only a fool would let that happen.
Assati is the goddess in charge of temptation and pleasure. In addition to sorceresses, Druchi can also be said to be flocking to worship her. But Assati is an absolutely taboo existence for Druchi sorceresses, if the sorceress is born beautiful or makes herself more beautiful than a god through magic and bloody feast rituals. It will attract her attention. As the goddess of pleasure, she has infinite vanity, and no elf dares to compete with her. In retaliation, she deprived these sorceresses of their beautiful bodies and imprisoned them in painful and twisted bodies. Even this punishment was not enough, so she reduced the sorceress's intelligence to that of a beast. She leaves only a shred of sanity in her victims, enough for the sorceresses to torture and pain to forever remember the beauty they once had.
And that painful and twisted body is the bloody Medusa. The sorceresses who have been stripped of their beautiful appearance only have pain, torture, regret and depression in their eyes. The evil wailing will turn the pain of these Medusas into bursts of pain. Pure and intense hatred. When fighting is needed, Morathi will send warriors into the dark caves and dirty lairs under the Peak of Resentment to look for Medusas. The claws of the captured Medusas will be tied and their faces will be covered with masks because of their claws and gaze. A terrifying weapon, these Medusas who were once sorceresses would line up at the front of the battle line, serving as cannon fodder and consumables to break through enemy formations.
The competition for positions and magic learning in the Dark Monastery of Nagaros is bloody and fierce. Only the female Druchi who has the ambition and ability to survive among the sisters can be lucky enough to learn the most powerful magic in the world and experience cruelty. Only through twelve trials can one successfully graduate and enter the internship stage.
If the sorceresses indulge in lust, they will be biased towards Assati, and Hecate will punish her out of jealousy. There are many ways to punish them, such as turning the sorceresses into hydras through katang transformation, and they can never change back, or they can never change back. Magic fails at critical moments, self-destruction due to excessive overload, etc. The sorceresses must always carefully balance the boundaries between the two sisters. There are many legends in Naggaroth, and there are many cruel examples of what happens to sorceresses who favor one side.
This is why the place where sorceresses study and live is linked to the term monastery (the book cancels the setting of sorceresses as the Dark Bride of Malekith), because these sorceresses have to abstain from sex, not indulge in sex! And you can’t be good-looking. Sometimes in this world, beauty is a sin. There are only a handful of Medusas in Naggaroth now, because most of the sorceresses have mastered the rules, and it does not prevent the sisters in the Tower of Prophecy of Grond from tricking the handsome Drukki nobles into going to Grond. Virtue.
The team did not go too far, but went to a high point to rest. This place was exactly what Malekith recommended yesterday. Howling cold wind, cold weather, frozen soil that does not melt, and unchanging clouds. Each tower of Naggarond rises above its battlements as the city walls rise above the exposed rock. From these black towers fluttered the flayed black banner of Malekith, these druchi had displeased Malekith in previous millennia, some with severed heads and wind-blown limbs spiked on the walls They were rotting, some hung from hooks and chains, others from nooses and gallows. Hundreds of skulls have been preserved by horrific dark magic, and dozens more are more recent, with rotting flesh clinging to the bones and being gnawed by hordes of harpies, the harpies. Hovering over the Black Tower of Naggarond, looking for new victims to feed on.
"It's... beautiful." Darkus sat there smoking tobacco and exhaling smoke, and sighed after a long time.
"Yes, it's so beautiful." Drusala walked down the road and found that Darkus was not very interested in her, nor was he obsessed with her beauty, just like he ignored her in the council chamber. She also didn't understand why. After hearing Darkus' sigh, she cautiously agreed.
Darkus and Drusala just sat there blankly like this. It was inconvenient for Darkus to ask many things when they met for the first time, and Drusala didn't know what to say. The two Druccis were like two Like an autistic person, he feels the cold wind of Naggaroth.
"Shall we go back for dinner? It's almost night." Darkus seemed to be asking, but he had already stood up when he spoke.
"Okay."
Darkus stretched out his hand invitingly to take Drusala's hand. Drusala paused and quickly stretched out his hand, holding it before Darkus was about to feint and withdraw it. .
In this way, the first date between the two Druchi was completed.
This month I will strive for 5K+ daily updates, and then I will strive for 6K. It is the last month
of the subsistence allowance. Let’s take a chance on the protagonist Phoenix King. Interested readers can read the previous 8. Krakaronde Holiday. If you are more interested, You can learn about the accessories dropped by the phoenix in the Norska hunting mission in the game. From this, we can infer that the protagonist will die twice, or three times! The other time I also filled in the foreshadowing, it was about time.
There won't be any plot points like poison, and the protagonist is not a dog licker, nor will he fall in love with women whenever he meets them.
The heroine didn’t appear until 500,000 words in the street novel. There was no army, no Black Ark, no territory, nothing!
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