Chapter 203 53. Adreze Grand Stage
Pain hit his legs, and Malus groaned unconsciously.
Dark, dried blood covered the entire left side of his armor, from shoulder to knee. He looked up at the leaden sky, trying to determine the position of the sun in the spring rain. He felt like it was afternoon, but he wasn't sure.
"Zhakan, help me! Even if the soul dagger is fake, I still found it according to your request! Why are you angry with me?" Malus said through gritted teeth.
Zhakan did not answer, as if the entire Chaos Demon had shut down after learning that the soul dagger was fake.
Malus cursed in pain. During this short but long escape, he would call Zakhan's name again and again, but Zakhan never responded to him. He cursed Zarkhan, calling him a coward and a weakling.
"Am I drawing too much from the demon's power?" For a few fleeting moments, Malus wished that Zarkhan would disappear entirely, unable to maintain control of his soul. But his hope was quickly dashed when he saw the ring on his finger and the squirming black veins on the back of his hand.
Finally, Malus was forced to do the next best thing. He took out a bottle and poured a small amount of the poison into each wound. The wound numbed for a moment, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Using cold lizard slime to treat wounds was fraught with risk due to the possibility of infection, and madness and death were real every time he applied cold lizard slime to an open wound, but now the benefits outweighed the risks. If he didn't act right away, he would be dead.
There is only one place Malus can go now, and that is the Black Ark Nagor. He knows that the Nagor is stopping in Krakalond, but he does not dare to go. Now not only his father's old troops are chasing him, While fleeing, he also saw the Dark Rider of Krakarond. He didn't dare go to Krakarond, where he had committed crimes, and more importantly he had killed his father. All he could do was keep going, going in circles. And hoping the rot and infection don't take over, he'll have to race not only against his pursuers, but against his own weakening body.
As the days passed, Malus took no rest, striding forward tirelessly with malice, and Lehan's vengeful old men rode fast, so he only stayed for a few minutes at a time. He didn't know how many days had passed, and sometimes he couldn't even tell whether it was day or night. He drifted in and out of consciousness, delirious from blood loss and fatigue. He got drunk in the saddle and yelled curses at Zarkhan for hours, but Zarkhan had abandoned him.
The rolling hills and plains glowed with strange colors in the moonlight, and the Blackridge Mountains loomed to the west, cold and unforgiving. Malus stared at the irregular lines for several hours, and then turned his head to look at the Sea of Resentment in the east, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Black Ark, hoping that the Nagor would appear in front of him.
Time has lost all meaning to Malus. His body is burning and trembling, and his mind is wandering. The dreams came and went, and at one point he found himself riding among a group of druchi, riding cold lizards across the frozen plains. He couldn't see the faces of the riders, but the voices echoing in his ears seemed eerily familiar. The knights were laughing and cursing, taunting and making bets with each other.
Malus tried to speak to them, but they ignored him as if he were a ghost riding among them. After a while, one of the riders leaned over, close enough for him to touch. The knight's armor shone with black light, and with a trembling hand he reached out to touch the knight, who turned and looked at him. He saw the Hardrica on the knight's chest. The card was engraved with the scarlet family emblem of a multi-headed snake entwining around the Tower of Destruction.
The eye slits of the knight's helmet shone with light, burning with hatred. Malus flinched, cursing and fumbling with his sword. When he drew his weapon, the illusion was gone.
On the other side, Darkus' team set off in a mighty manner. He did not choose to go south by boat but walked along the coast of the Sea of Resentment.
There were too many druchis and luggage, especially the pillars of the wind turbine were too long, but that didn’t matter, they were all excuses!
The important thing is that Darkus doesn't like the dark environment of the underground sea. Walking along the Sea of Resentment takes about the same time as taking a boat. The channel in the underground sea is not a straight line. Looking at the leaden scenery of Naggaroth all the way, he thought it was good to walk around and have fun, and more importantly, he could stop somewhere appropriately and wait for the right time before entering Hagrid Gray. Husband, as for the Druchi mercenaries and bandits?
Originally, Darkos wanted to create a new official to expand the mint workshop in Naggarond into a large-scale mint. The problem is that there are not enough skilled craftsmen and slaves, and there is not that much gold now. He can't go to Grond to ask Morathi for it, he has to wait until he comes back from the Lustria continent.
The other was to issue an order to expand the recruitment of animal trainers and sorceresses to various cities, but he quickly gave up this idea. Time is too tight, there are problems with coordination and communication, and financial support is also needed. If he does it rashly, it will easily stretch his hips and undermine his already limited authority.
However, before leaving, Darkus told Dorian's father, Lord Sirses, the Dread Lord, something. It was simply that spring was here and it was time for the soldiers to go to the field for training. But don't forget to bring the sorceress with you when training, so that you can contact and report the progress of the glass factory and food factory, and it is best to go south for training.
"What's wrong?" Darkus turned to look at Selire who was acting strangely beside him and asked. He was riding among a group of Druchi followers, who were laughing and cursing, mocking and making bets with each other.
Selile is a descendant of the Hellscourge family. He has been serving in the Ebony Claw for two centuries since the trial voyage of Haxiya.
"My nephew, I just saw a strange vision." After a long time, Selire shook his head and said thoughtfully.
"Oh?" Darkus became interested. He spread his outstretched right hand and motioned for Selire to start talking. Everything could happen in this weird world, and he didn't think Selire would do anything to him. After all, there was no direct conflict of interest between the two of them, unless Selire was lowered by the God of Chaos or some elf god.
"You seemed to have turned into another Druch just now? The armor was covered with dried blood clots, like a corpse left on the battlefield. There was a strange light shining in the eye slits of that Druch's helmet, The burning hatred could even be seen with the naked eye. He tried to reach out and touch me, but when he saw Hardrika on my chest, he flinched, and just as he fumbled for his sword, the illusion disappeared again. "
My uncle, are you wearing the Ogham stone fragment I gave you?" Darkus asked after thinking for a moment, shaking his head. In the eyes of Darkus, Selire is an excellent warrior and instructor with excellent commanding abilities. He believes in Edreze, the Lord of Blades. The strange thing is that Selire's best skill is not to be a soul eater, but to fight with dual-wielding serrated swords. He is also extremely fast and extremely agile. He is usually taciturn, and when he was in Nagarond, he just followed Ren as a guard and followed him around.
"I'm wearing it. I've been wearing it around my neck since you gave it to me. I won't take it off at any time now. Thank you for your gift." Selilei was still patting his neck as he said it. chest.
"My uncle, don't beat me to pieces." After teasing with a smile, Darkus asked with a serious expression, "Can you train soldiers?" "
What do you want to train them to be?" Selire did not answer rashly, but asked after thinking for a long time.
Darkus glanced at the Druchi around him, and then raised his head at Franais. The Druchi quickly stopped playing and controlled the cold lizards to make way for a large enough space.
Darkus is no worse than an ordinary army, and all he needs to do to pull out the army is a word or a wave of his hand. He thought about creating an elite team, similar to the three guards of the Three Elites, Druchi's Naggarond Black Guard, Asul's Phoenix Guard and Aslay's Eternal Guard (the background is comparable to the first two , Bojing needs to resist the line in the game, so), or Druchi's Hal Gansi Executioner and Azul's Charis White Lion Guard, these are teams that can serve as reserve teams to harvest at critical moments. , similar to Napoleon's Old Praetorian Guard, etc. . . These elite existences.
Heavy armor cans, the armor does not necessarily have to have spikes and segments, but it must reveal elegance composed of will and indifference, and be slightly resistant to magic. The weapon is undoubtedly the broad-bladed sword. This is a master-level weapon that may highlight the unique beauty and balance of the elves. Or dual-wield serrated swords or mesel knives, which can be wielded alone or combined into another weapon to improve your own strength and make your fighting style flexible.
Every action is accompanied by an almost irrepressible tendency to violence. At every moment, you must devote yourself to perfecting your skills and using your own weapons to kill as many enemies as possible. Their existence is like a born warrior!
Darkus does not need these warriors to form a tight formation to resist the line. He only needs to go in and harvest at critical moments, or usually act as assassins and followers. And he must remain loyal to him. He must use a team composed of Druchi in Druchi society, and he cannot take Lustria's Umak guards wherever he goes.
To replace twisted obsession with pure will to fight, and to replace instilled hatred with indifference and calmness, these warriors must not believe in Kane, but must believe in Edreze, the Lord of Blades!
Darkus looked at the scenery in the distance and thought about it. He suddenly became a little idealistic about this matter. He didn't want to engage in those dark and cruel things. What he wanted was sustainable development. The most important thing was He didn't want to go through the whole Jizhou mutiny scene after he came to Ulthuan, where the rabbits were killed and the dogs were cooked, the birds were killed and their bows were hidden, the bridges were crossed across the river, and the donkeys were unloaded and killed. It's not necessary. These warriors who only know how to fight are not powerful people who need to be purged. Of course, the premise is that they do not participate in politics.
Looking at the sea of resentment in the distance and the plundering ships vying to go out to sea, Darkus suddenly thought of something. Maybe he could change his approach? This team doesn't need to be loyal to him? He can build a war shrine for Edreze, and then he can become a leader in the name of God's Chosen or something like that? Bargain with potential employers and select the most valuable warriors from among the many Ascendants eager to learn the art of killing. For the wilder ones, there is no need to restrict it to Druch. Assur and Aslay are both acceptable. As long as you believe in Edreze, you can come to this big stage!
The strong will build a school, the weak will be defeated, and the corpses will be burned and dedicated to the huge statue of Edreze overlooking it all!
The sect's headquarters will be set up in the Kauchen Plain first, and then the soldiers will be sent to the inaccessible jungle to fight and train. Maybe Darkus doesn't need to be a leader? When the time comes, these warriors who believe in Edreze will not be linked to Darkus. At least he does not want to block the promotion path of these warriors and stab him in the back every day.
These ideas were all just thought by Darkos while looking at the leaden scenery of Naggaroth. It seems that sometimes it is good to go out for a walk and enjoy the spring outing. At least he can't think of such nonsense in the throne room. The idea of tuning.
Darkus shared his ideas with Franais and Selire. After all, the three Druzi were either the divine choices of Edreze or believed in Edreze, although Edreze had never It just appeared in his dream.
There is no doubt that Darkus's idea shocked Franais and Selilei. They were dumbfounded and looked at each other and didn't know what to say, but they also saw a hint of Darkeus' ambition.
"Sir, do you want to fight against that person...?" Finally, Franais asked cautiously.
"Yes, I want to integrate the power! There are also those killing sisters in the arena. They are also believers of the Lord of Blades. They are all our sisters!" Darkus did not hide anything. , but admitted it openly. He knew what Franais didn't say, he just wanted to deal with Kane.
Why do we have to believe in some kind of murderous god? Is it because He is awesome? Blood plus buff effect? Then couldn't the Lord of Blades take his place? Can't you change from a small god to a great god? A god who doesn’t even have a dream and still acts like a chicken. Look at Lilith next door, a pure girl. She has been struggling for her own new world in various ways. How beautiful, with goals of struggle and hard work.
Darkus believes that having a simple god of war as the main god is beneficial to the elves in the entire medieval world. At least the Lord of Blades does not have anything like the Sword of Kane, and he will not manipulate those who do like the Lord of Murder. Nothing. And it should be relatively martial and full of martial virtue? It will not become sluggish and extravagant again just because the king of Ulthuan or the unification of the three spirits prohibit the belief in Kane.
And Darkus needs some assassins to do things for him. He doesn't want to go to those Kane assassins who believe in Kane. Shadow Blade? It may still be hundreds of years before Shadow Blade is born, and Shadow Blade is loyal to Heliben and Kane behind Heliben.
"Don't rush this matter. You two should think about it first, or communicate with the Lord of Blades?"
(End of Chapter)