Chapter 212 62. That man, he is here!
"Everyone, please put down what you are doing first, rest for a while, then have a meal and don't drink!" After understanding the basic situation, Darkus returned to the conference room and said solemnly, and then left. He didn't comment on Hager Grave's three-stage attack tactics, nor did he bother to comment on Ferlan's cerebral palsy, because he had more important things to coordinate.
Although Darkus has not said the specific content yet, the Druchi people knew that something was going on tonight when they heard not to drink, maybe it was a sleepless night.
Soon, Darkus had a second secret conversation with Night Governor Draka.
Draka's childish face did not show a complacent expression because of Hagrid Grave's army. Instead, it reflected the qualities of a Druchi night governor. His expression was unprecedentedly solemn. He realized what was going on. Not simple and complex, it's just that he's missing some key information right now.
"If there are no problems with the intelligence and my judgment, the masked Druch on the Nagor is Nagalia!" Darkus said decisively.
Draka's face became more solemn. He did not speak but began to think.
"Nakalia and Malus will come to assassinate me at night? Then Isvar can naturally inherit my position when he returns from victory tomorrow. That's it! It was a conspiracy from the beginning!" After a while, Draka began to ask questions and answers to himself, and at the same time, he also told Darkus his reasoning.
"His Majesty the Witch King doesn't like the way the Nagor looks like now, and I don't like it either. It's time to make some changes." Darkus directly stated his interests.
"I would like to ask, Lord Chief Consul, what should I do with Isvar?"
"Of course I will handle it! After all, you were seriously injured by an assassin and you need bed rest, don't you?" Darkus said with a sinister look on his face. , in his opinion, when things have developed to this point, he, the referee, will definitely appear. He has to sing the role of this white-faced person, and only his identity as the Witch King's Hand has enough weight. Since Draka does not have to die, then Isvar must die! This cultist of Slaanesh had stood in his way.
One of the few legal provisions of Drukki society stipulates that any Drukki who tastes the forbidden fruit of Slaanesh must die! Isvar is the victorious Valahar and the leader of the Slaanesh sect! Of course, this law cannot restrict Malekith from sealing the soul of a Slaanesh demon into other bodies to exert his power, nor does it prevent Morathi from persevering in exploring the secrets of Slaanesh.
"It seems that my character as a good person in Druchi is about to collapse." Darkus couldn't help but jokingly thought, but he didn't care. In the weird political form of Druchi society, as long as his basic base If there is no problem, then he can be unscrupulous.
"Tonight I will withdraw the few remaining guards to the main tower to create a feeling that the defense force is stretched thin." Draka said cautiously while looking at Darkus.
Darkus nodded. He knew what Draka was worried about. He was just worried that he would kill Draka in the chaos, rather than being seriously injured. He could understand, after all, the sorceress beside him was too strong, almost ridiculously strong and supermodel-like. Drusala, Colonia, Alyssa, there are many high-level sorceresses and a large number of low-level sorceresses, as well as sorceresses from Krakarond, Nagarond and Grond. These powers can directly activate large-scale destruction magic without assistance.
"I need a list and a detailed map now. The monastery in this city must be cleansed!"
"You mean Eldir?" Draka asked curiously.
"Who else could be besides Malus's good mother? I suspect that Eldir is connected to the cult sect in the city, or even funded and instigated by her!" Darkus vaguely remembered Eldir and Na in the script. It doesn't matter whether he contacted Gallia or not. Since he needs to seize the Nagol and Malus must die, there is no need for Eldir to live. He understands one truth from the beginning to the end, to remove the weeds must be eradicated!
Draka nodded without answering, but began to think again. After a moment, a look of realization appeared on his face. He thought of the vague changes that had occurred inside the city after Eldir came to the city. This was completely It matches what Darkus said!
"Don't worry, since I said I won't touch you, then I won't touch you. Even if you die! You have to die in Ulthuan! Not Naggaros! I, Darkus, always keep my word! As Darkus said this he stood up and started pacing the room.
Draka also stood up, ready to express his determination to the Witch King, but was quickly stopped by Darkus with a wave of his hand.
"Tonight is not just about the assassination of you and me. You must know that the cult members in this city have not been cleansed. These hidden rats may be brewing a bigger conspiracy, maybe tonight! Also, let me ask, Is the base of Night Governor Castle strong? I don't want to be buried in the ruins."
"Safe! Absolutely safe!" Draka said decisively.
"My people should have dinner to prepare for tonight. Equipment, maps and lists must be quick! Maybe they are already here!" Darkus looked at Draka and said sinisterly again.
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Nagalia leading the way, Malus would have thought he was lost in a twisting maze. He had no idea how long the tunnel stretched, twisting and turning again and again in a way that was incomprehensible to any logic.
According to legend, these tunnels are centered on Hagrid Grave, and no one knows how deep or long the tunnels are. The tunnels are home to an astonishing number of vicious predators, from cold lizards to cave spiders. These beasts, both clever and foolish, can use the tunnels to travel beneath the entire city undetected.
Nagalia was obviously well versed in the layout of the tunnels. She seemed to be looking for something, but Malus couldn't figure it out. Every now and then, when reaching a crossroads, she would stop, lower her head, and chant an incantation in a language that Malus did not understand.
Eventually, the tunnel ahead led them to a dead end, and a pit with its bottom disappearing into the darkness of the abyss waited at the end. Noxious smoke rose from the darkness below, causing Malus to cough.
The air above the pit was still and cold, and no sound echoed below.
Nagalia walked to the pit and stared down. After a while she turned around and waved to a guard. The servant stepped forward, pulled down his hood, and looked at her with admiration. She reached out her hand, holding what looked like a sparkling ruby or something, and she pushed the ruby between the squire's lips.
"This is my gift to you, I hope you like it." Nagalia said with a smile.
"I sleep in the dark, and those who dream like this will not wake up." After speaking, the servant jumped directly into the pit.
There was no scream, no sound of objects falling to the ground.
Nagalia turned around from the pit and retraced her steps. The team returned to the twisting tunnel, and she consulted the map. After some time the procession came to another pit, and another of her admirers accepted her gift and jumped down.
Malus watched with increasing horror as the ceremony continued. It wasn't until the third subordinate jumped into the pit that he began to feel an energy gathering in the air. He couldn't help but wonder why Nagalia did this, or for whom? What does this have to do with her plan to kill Night Governor?
The ritual continued one after another, the humid air in the tunnel boiling with magical energy, and Malus could feel it moving against his skin like a living thing. "Are we going to walk in these cursed tunnels until night falls? Damn it, put me in the Nightlord's castle, or throw me into a pit. I really don't care which! Get me out of here !" Malus couldn't stand it anymore and began to roar.
Instead of responding to Malus, Nagalia reached out to a pile of rubble covering the side of a nearby wall and spoke a word of power. The air rippled like water at the sound, and the pile of stones was blown outward, away from her hand.
When the dust cleared, Malus saw a jagged hole in the cave wall, with some kind of chamber beyond.
"We're here," Nagalia said, pointing to the cave entrance.
Malus stepped inside, and under the illumination of the wizard fire ball, he could see that he was standing in a small, rough room. Pairs of manacles were evenly spaced around the walls, and near the center of the room he saw a pile of skeletons, piled between two overturned braziers. On the other side of the room, another opening hints at a larger space beyond.
A chill spread down Malus's spine as he remembered, he knew where he was now.
Nagalia crossed the room, pausing to touch the mountains of bones, then continued into the orgy chamber beyond.
The vast cavern was empty, the holes through which Caine's executioners launched their fatal assaults had been bricked up, and many of the bodies had long since been taken away and burned.
“It took me decades to carve out this place, I secretly smuggled twenty dwarf slaves from Karondkar to do the job, imagine the Sovereign it took and the hardship involved! "Nagalia put her hands on the curved railings of the stairs and said with a twisted expression, then turned to look at Malus and continued, "That's just the building! I spent twice the time and countless sacrifices to build this city. Establish the Cult of Slaanesh! All of this was resolved overnight!"
"Sister, I pity you, okay? But I was forced to participate in the sect's raid on you." Malus stared at Nagalia said with eyes.
(Mr. Lehane, The Wolf, and Feud Renewed are each mentioned in a paragraph.)
"There is no magic powerful enough to wring mercy from your cold heart," Nagalia growled angrily.
"You will not get anything from me! I know your ambition, Malus. I have observed you and seen how much you desire the position of Night Governor. But now! You will destroy your dream with your own hands! My magic is forced upon you, Malus Darkblade," Nagalia continued to roar, raising her hand as she spoke, pointing at Malus' forehead and chanting, "The magic is written into your flesh. And engraved into your brain, go to Night Governor Castle to complete your mission!"
Bloodlust flowed in Malus's veins like black ice, and the desire to kill made his muscles twitch, pushing him forward, climbing up the broken Curved staircase of the tower, passing through the ruined entrance room. He half-stumbled, half-crawled across the wreckage-strewn room, his body shaking with force. His limbs swelled with unnatural strength, and his heart throbbed with magical energy. With a bestial roar he lunged at the tower's double doors, knocking them against the cobblestones of the courtyard.
Malus stumbled into the clearing, his chest heaving. He felt no pain from his wounds, nor the fatigue of the day's marches and battles. Nothing but the hunger to find and kill prey. If he stood there for too long, he'd feel the urge burning like fire in his gut, becoming even more intense by the moment. Steam rose from his lips as he gritted his teeth against the misty sky, and it was all he could do not to howl like a bloodthirsty wolf.
Instead, Malus attempted to harness the anger he felt, turning it back on himself to resist Nagalia's magic. The fire burning his insides grew hotter as he staggered across the rubble-strewn courtyard, past a makeshift charnel house where dozens of Slaanesh worshipers were brought and burned. It seemed that the air was still filled with the strong smell of burning meat and splattered blood.
"How much do I know about damn magic?" Malus gritted his teeth in frustration, staring at the knife-tip-like spire of the main tower of Night Governor Castle in the night sky. His doom beckoned to him, tugging at every tendon in his body. His mind was racing, desperate to find a way out of being controlled.
Malus struggled to his feet and once again studied the towers of the Nightlord's castle, which he could only access by a single passage within the central keep.
The passage was empty and dark.
It seemed that every able-bodied Druchi who could bear arms went to fight outside the city. Malus couldn't help but admire the foresight and thoroughness of his sister's plan. He quickly and easily sneaked through the originally heavily guarded path and he successfully entered the entrance to Varahar Tower.
There was a desolate feel to the tower, and as Malus climbed the twisting stairs, the corridors and landings were silent and echoing. His father's retinue had left, and Isvar had not yet assembled a large retinue of his own, so when he opened the door to the main tower of Nightlord Castle, no one stood in his way.
The interior of the Night Governor's Castle was equally desolate. The place that was originally heavily guarded was deserted. Malus wanted to know how many Druchi were in the forest outside the city at this time, cutting the throats of the Nagor soldiers and plundering the corpses of the dead. property.
"Crack my bones!" As Malus crossed the threshold and entered the Night Lord's Castle, he felt pain that could no longer take his breath away. He used all his strength to force his body forward. He gritted his teeth in pain and couldn't help but think that death was much better than becoming another person's killing hand!
Malus staggered along, stifling his own screams when he suddenly stopped.
In front of the statue in the courtyard, surrounded by a small group of lesser sorceresses, stood Eldir, the eldest and most powerful sorceress of Hagrid Grave. Her icy beauty and cold gaze made the majestic statue behind her look dwarfed and misshapen in comparison.
Seeing Malus approaching, Eldir's eyes narrowed, and then she looked up in the direction of the main tower with fear. She felt that she was being watched, and she seemed to have met her death, right there. tonight!
"Oh, that man, he's here! He's here!" Darkus said jokingly and exaggeratedly as he stood in front of the window and watched the mother and son meet below. He thought about his first time on the wall of Krakalund. Seeing Malus's appearance, the scene was repeated, and it was so similar to being condescending again. It's just that his mentality now is very different from before. He was afraid before, but now?
Maranur, Kewell, the three brothers and sisters of the Takaia family, and Walter laughed when they heard what Dacus said, because they had also seen horses on the wall of Krakalond like Dacus before. Ruth.
Malus seemed to feel the eyes and laughter being watched. He looked in the direction of his mother with keen eyesight. He saw a group of familiar and unfamiliar faces looking down at him. He seemed to have seen them before? Should it be on the walls of Krakarond? Or in a dream? But this time their expressions were not distorted like they were reflected in a pool of water. The teasing and disdain in their eyes were extremely clear at this moment!
"The reunion of mother and son under such circumstances is such a beautiful and touching moment. I couldn't help crying when I saw it. We should give them some time, shouldn't we?" Darkus said in a false and grandiose manner. I used gloves to wipe my eyes, making it look like I was really crying.
Darkus' surly performance did not elicit boos from the Druchi present, but rather exaggerated laughter from them.
(End of chapter)