Chapter 202 52. Midnight Conspiracy
"Chief Consul? Then can I set up a conspiracy? Let's recruit more snake mercenaries! They are all alive!" After a busy day, Darkus came out of the throne room. As he walked down the lower level of Malekith's Black Tower, he thought about it. He took a relatively secluded and safe road. He has been here for almost two years. Unlike when he first came here, he now knows how to get there even with his eyes closed. .
I didn't encounter a steady stream of congratulations to Druch on the way, and Darkus was no longer satisfied with this low-level pretense.
In the restaurant, Darkus, Maranur, Dorian's followers and sorceresses stood there early waiting for Darkus' arrival.
After entering, congratulations continued, as if the power of the Hell Calamity Family had reached its peak at this time. Darkus smiled plainly and nodded, accepting the congratulations of the Druchi dignitaries.
After Dorian congratulated him, he stood there and looked at Dacus with stern eyes. He knew that he made the right bet. He had already foreseen the future of Dacus in his mind, but he didn't expect that it would be too soon, right? The fruits of victory came to my mouth too quickly.
After all the Druchi had finished congratulating them, Darkus waved his hand to suppress the noise.
"Eat."
"Let me tell you one thing. Let's deal with what you are doing quickly. We are going to Hagrid Grave in a few days." Halfway through the meal, Darkus announced the news.
The Drukis each put down their utensils and food and waited for what Darkus would say next.
"We have to go to Hagrid Grave to experiment with the wind turbine. I plan to use the abundant mineral resources there to establish a large-scale black steel manufacturing plant, and then establish a large-scale weapons manufacturing plant. Our business can no longer satisfy the current needs. The production of weapons and armor has increased." Darkus said in a joking tone after taking a sip of wine.
Darkus's words triggered laughter from all the Druchs in the audience. These Druchies knew that the experimental wind turbine was just a pretext and excuse. As the hand of the Witch King, Darkus was ready to intervene between the Black Ark Nagor and Hagrid. ·Grave’s blood feud.
After the meal, the Darkus brothers brought a small number of followers and Dorian to the conference room and began to plot.
On weekdays, this conference room was used for working and reporting after dinner. What was outrageous was that Darkus's first midnight plot as Druch was actually held on the lower floor of Malekith's Black Tower.
"It feels a bit like a conspiracy, it has that flavor." Darkus smoked his pipe and looked at Druch in the conference room and thought.
Darkus did not sit at the head of the long table, but chose to sit opposite Maranul at home. Although he was now the chief consul, he did not want to cause displeasure with his brother because of various trivial matters. Although his brother has been lying flat and rotten on the surface, that is just an appearance. His brother is not a robot. He has his own feelings and thoughts. When small things accumulate, they become big things and conflicts. Coupled with external interference, no one can It's hard to say, after all, people are not static, let alone smart and sensitive elves.
Darkus nodded to Maranur.
"Okay, I'll go first." Maranur nodded and said, then turned around and spit out the black water from chewing tobacco, then turned his head and said, "There is no doubt that with the current situation, Black Ark Nagor The bloody war between the USS and Hagrid Grave is definitely about to begin, especially after the Nagor replenished a large amount of war supplies in Krakarond, and news from home informed us that Burroughs spent a high price on the request. Verin purchased four war hydras, plus the two original ones on the Nagol." When
the news came out, Druchi exclaimed.
"A veteran hydra who has experienced hundreds of battles?" Cowell asked with a solemn expression next to Maranur.
"Yes, my dear Kewell, one of them was purchased from your family." Maranur's tone was full of exaggeration and ridicule.
Darkus knew the two hydras. He had seen them last time in Krakarond when they were cleaning up the Heart Eater family's Black Ark Fortress of Resentment, and there was also a black dragon on board the Nagor. Six veteran version of the war hydra and a black dragon, the soldiers on the Ganagore, are a bit supermodel in a stud battle that does not involve the entire clan.
The Nagor is the largest black ark in existence in Druch. It has a special status and presence. It is considered the seventh city in Druch. The Nagor rarely went out to sea to plunder, and had its own supporting workshop to meet daily needs. He usually wanders in the sea near the Chaos Wasteland in the north of Kallond Kal. While training his soldiers, he can also dispatch some Yankees. Only when necessary will he go to Kallond to maintain and supply the Black Ark. And more importantly, the Nagor was once a famous center of magical knowledge in Nagaris. The male mages were purged by Malekith due to the prophecy of destruction, but there are still a certain number of female sorcerers and training systems.
Darkus had reason to suspect that Malus's mother, Eldir Bale, was a fourth-level high-level sorceress.
"If I were Burroughs Burrough, I would not accept mediation. There is no reason to mediate in the face of this overwhelming military power. I can even capture Hagrid Grave in one fell swoop before mediation." Ren said while tapping his fingers. looking at the long table in the conference room.
The strange thing is that Renn is the first Druchi in this group to come into contact with tobacco, but he has never smoked it. On weekdays, his task is to visit and investigate the low-level Druchi throughout Nagarond.
"Yes, there is no reason. The blood feud rule is one of the few laws in Druch society. I think only His Majesty the Witch King and Lord Darkus can intervene in mediation now, but..." Dorian was at this time He also added, but he said nothing more after he said it. Anyway, Druchi who was present knew what it meant.
The powerful people in Druchi all know that Malekith has been weakening Hagrid Grave's strength and influence. Due to his character, he has already pretended to intervene in mediation once. He was responsible for the terms of the two parties last time. Boss, there is no reason to mediate this time. Besides, what good will it do to him?
"Since the things have been sold, they cannot be taken back. Moreover, what Young Master Newkel means is that the probability of the Nagor's success in the battle is very, very high. You must know that although Hagrid Grave's military strength is very strong, The commander is that trash Isvar. I don’t think Isvar can withstand the attack of soldiers like the Nagor who have experienced many battles and have replenished their strength. In addition, it takes time to bring back the soldiers. The Nagor is here now. If you stay in Krakarond, you can completely take advantage of this time difference." Maranur said while looking at Darkus.
"Then we have to find a way to weaken the Nagol, Kane Assassin?" Drusala, who participated in such a conspiracy with Darkus for the first time, said cautiously.
"The Kane assassin assassinated the general of the Nagor? When both the Nagor and Hagrid Grave were harmed, Master Darkus came out to mediate?" These words were spoken by the high-ranking sorceress of the Hell Calamity family. Said.
"Are you sure you can kill Eldir?" Darkus had already put down his pipe, frowning as he sat there, his arms crossed and his legs dangling, he asked suddenly.
None of the sorceresses present spoke, but communicated with each other with their eyes. Colonia nodded first, and then the sorceresses began to nod, and then they all looked at Drusala.
"Okay!" Drusala said loudly.
"Everyone, please continue." Darkus nodded and said.
"Then the question is, what's the profit after we send out Kane's assassin?" Maranur asked directly.
"Sorry! I'll interrupt you first. First of all, I want to apologize to everyone." Darkus raised his hand and said. As soon as these words came out, all the Druchi present stood up except Maranul.
"It doesn't have to be like this, sit down, sit down. I have no experience. This is the first time for me to convene such a midnight conspiracy." Darkus continued to say uncertainly.
"It is not in our interests and future career that the Nagor keeps wandering in the sea of resentment. In addition, we do not have so many experienced blacksmiths, apprentices, workers, and dwarf slaves. This is not a food factory or a glass factory. We can start from scratch. If we don't have these guys, do we have to carry the hammer ourselves? Then those powerful people in Haig Grave will still produce in the form of workshops, or set up factories? We build factories next door to them? We are not afraid. Will there be a sudden fire one day and destroy our achievements?" After the Druchs sat down anxiously again, Darkus continued.
After a long time, none of the Druchi present made a sound, but silently smoked tobacco or drank wine to suppress the waves in their hearts. Darkus' greedy appetite shocked them.
"Sir, what do you mean, are we going to seize the Nagol? Then turn around and deal with Hagrid Grave's Night Governor and the eight powerful families? Are we not the mediator?" After a long time, Renn spoke first. tentatively.
"Mediation? I have never thought about mediation. What good will mediation do to His Majesty the Witch King and us?" Darkus pried open the front legs of the chair, leaned back and spread his hands. It may be that Malekith stayed too long. In his current view, those Druchi dignitaries are like tools and weapons. They must be easy to use but not hurt themselves.
Is mediation useless? Will those powerful people in Hagrid Grave be grateful to Darkus in the future? And dedicate the workshop in hand, and then set up a steel factory to make a new profit cake? What about the world utopia of Datong? Or did he not wake up? Then give those powerful people some rare shares, free!
Just like the score, it can't be too high or too low. There is no need to look down on those powerful people.
"Assassination! By assassination!" Cowell said directly. After a pause, he reorganized his words and continued, "Drakka Night Governor needs time to gather troops and wait for reinforcements. He will definitely need mediation very urgently to buffer him. Time, banquet! Assassination! We direct and perform a play! Night Governor Draka must die! The two adults pretended to be injured, and then insisted that the assassin was sent by the Nagor." "He is
indeed my brother's white man . Paper fan, twice." Darkus and Maranur looked at each other, and then he nodded and thought to himself, accepting Kewell's opinion.
"Assassination? Fraudulent injury? What a good idea! In this way, your Excellency can activate the double law, the blood feud between Krakarond and the Nagor! Your Lord's Chief Consul is a being with a higher status than the Night Governor and Valahar! By then, the Nagor will become the enemy of the entire Druch society!" Walter added at this time.
Without the Night Governor, the dignitaries of the eight major families will definitely be eager to take over. Hagrid Grave will definitely be bloody again by then, but what does this have to do with Darkus? He has many ways to get rid of those Druchi powerful people, he knows how to do it, he is so good at it! He just needs to set the rules and stand by as a referee watching with cold eyes. He doesn't even have to leave the field, just let those powerful people come out and clean up the floor when they get crazy. Moreover, he knew the script, so he didn’t even need to look for assassins. Big enemies would come to his door and walk in on their own accord.
There is no need for Darkus to bring the army there. He has a powerful witch group around him. This witch group is powerful enough to affect the trend of the battlefield. When the dual law is activated, let the Nagor and Hagrid... Leif would lose both sides, and he could even win together, all in one thought.
When the time comes, it won't matter whether the Nagor is put up for auction or Malekith gives it to Darkus as the flagship of the Admiral of the Navy. He will definitely not be the admiral of the Black Ark and have bubbles in his head. But this does not mean that he will not participate in and command raids and operations in the future. At that time, he will definitely order all the Black Arks in the same way as the Admiral of the Navy. The Nagor will just add another weight to him. Besides, there are still some black arks that are still islands waiting to be obtained.
After setting the tone, the Druchis discussed and studied for a while, and then left each other to digest the shock in their hearts.
"My brother, you have a huge appetite now." After all the Druchi in the conference room were gone, Maranur said with a smile.
"I don't know why it suddenly developed like this." Darkus spread his hands and said innocently.
"I don't know why it suddenly developed like this." Maranur imitated Darkus's expression and movements and said exaggeratedly, and then said, "I believe everything you said. Are you sure you want the assassin to kill you?" Will Night Governor Draka not anger His Majesty the Witch King?"
"No, no, no! My dear brother, we don't need to contact the Kane assassins. The Nagol will send assassins when the time comes. We just need to obey our fate for the time being. Guidance!"
Maranur raised his eyebrows. He wanted to say something, but he quickly held back the words that had reached his throat.
"The damn curse on our sister Colonia's arm has struck again, and it's tending to expand." Maranur changed the subject.
"I know, I saw it. To be honest, I don't have a good solution. The curse is obviously not like Dorian's. I plan to take her to the Lustria continent in a few years. If it doesn't work, I will go to Ai Solorun is looking for our group of cousins. If it doesn't work, we will go..."
"We are family! If it doesn't work, we will go to Kurish and chop up that Blood Naga Queen!" Maranur answered directly, The tone and demeanor were exactly the same as what Darkus said when he was at home.
Darkus made a show of picking up the candlestick on the table, and Maranur stood up and ran to the door, still repeating those words.
Darkus, who put down the candlestick and sat back, knew what Maranur meant. Maranur was reminding him that we are family!
"It's too fast, faster than a high-speed train pushed by someone." Darkus sat there and thought to himself. In just two years, he had gone from Malekith's adjutant to Druch's chief consul. Druchi's second-in-command in the sense of the word. Moreover, although Malekith usually knows everything, he does not interfere when it is not necessary. Druchi society does not have any institutions such as the Senate, Tribune or Parliament, so this is what he did. He has great power and can even do whatever he wants.
"No resume, no qualifications, no achievements. Whose model am I? Octavian? Huo Qubing? Or Wang Mang? Naturally noble? Princes and generals are born with the same kind? Guanlong family?" Darkus is still a little uncomfortable with this. A series of changes.
When he was on the continent of Lustria, Darkos had a very noble status. He was a large ancient holy oracle, also known as the ancient holy Umak. It's like a cheat and plug-in, although it has the appearance of an elf, there is no forked tail, and there is no hint of its own destiny through the movement of trees, changes in the weather, or through the ever-changing wind of magic.
None of this is important. What is important is that Darkus can convey the will and grand plan of the Ancient Saint, although no one except Generation Slan knows what the Grand Plan of the Ancient Saint is.
In Nagaros, Darkos was born in a feudal family, and his power came from blood. He was a die-hard defender of the feudal system, but this was too fast. It's so fast that I don't know what's wrong with Malekith. The important thing is that he hasn't done anything great, so he is now the second in command.
"I don't know why it suddenly developed like this. Forget it, I just keep the same in response to all changes. I think about my body three times a day, am I swollen? I don't think so! Take a shower and sleep!" Darkus thought again. After a while, he stood up, yawned and walked to the bedroom.
PS: The Lustria running group book released this month has the profession of Ancient Holy Oracle. The races that can be held are high elves, humans, and wood elves. There is no dark elf in the running group. Rounding off, the protagonist’s only golden finger is missing. . . . It was written, written, bang! The golden finger is gone!
(End of chapter)