Chapter 214 64. Burning Hagrid
Grave Eldir looked at the sorceresses of Darkus. Her face was twisted with anger. She knew what happened to Malus after seeing Colonia. The prophecy had been affected by Darkus. To her surprise, the influence was deeper than she imagined. She was about to say something.
"Quiet! Old woman, the kind hand of the Witch King has given you enough time just now! Otherwise, do you think you can say your final farewell to your son?" Drusala interrupted El coldly. Dill opened her mouth to speak, and as she finished speaking, the air was suddenly filled with surging magical energy.
Eldir, who was almost exhausted, could not withstand the impact of magic and was blown backward by an invisible wind. Such strong magical energy caused her body to burst into flames upon contact. Her screams were lost in the howling wind, and when she hit the ground, only the blackened bones remained.
Spire Malus, who was still running towards Nagalia, seemed to suddenly sense something. He saw the charred bones falling in the night sky. He guessed something, but instead of thinking, he turned around and ran faster.
"Obviously there were some mistakes in my brother's arrangements. We don't seem to be needed here at all." Colonia quipped with a sneer.
"But we have to obey his arrangements, right?" Drusala replied with a smile.
When Darkus was not present, there were some signs of tension among the sorceresses, but they did not affect the business and quickly returned to the portal after saying a few words.
The rampage of worms was more evident on the ground, heat rising from the paving stones and the earth rolling without warning. Noxious steam gushes from cracks in the ground, and above the tortured groans of the earth, there is a whistling sound in the air, as if a whirlwind is forming. The sky to the horizon took on a deep blood-red color as more and more buildings caught fire.
"Master, the anchor point is disturbed by the powerful and disorderly magical wind there." The high-level sorceress of the Hell Calamity family kept chanting powerful words, but after trying for a while, the portal did not open. She said with some self-blame and fear.
"It's okay, don't be nervous, just stay close!" Darkus did not make it difficult for the high-level sorceress who was the maid beside the clan mother, but nodded and ordered with a snap of his fingers.
After finishing speaking, Darkus turned his head to look at the scene outside. At this time, his face was a little solemn, but he did not think that he had gone too far. Hagrid Grave needed to transform, need to be cleaned, and needed to be reborn! Instead of being like the spicy chicken shreds that were cooked in the Asuryan Holy Fire and ran out without any embarrassment, and he now thinks that the fire seems to be strong enough? He needs to add fuel to the flames appropriately.
Soon, the sorceresses headed by Drusala and Colonia returned. Darkus didn't say anything. He knew that these sorceresses had finished their work. He looked at the sorceresses and faced the family. The high-level sorceress shook her head in the direction, and soon the sorceresses began to step forward to help recite the spell.
As for what Alyssa does? She is watching from the side! Her skills and expertise are not suitable for manipulating these gadgets, but she is better at being a senior battle mage. According to the DND rules, she now has silent casting and quick spell casting skills. (I also forgot the rules)
Not far from the Nagalia Spire, the entire courtyard swelled in front of Malus. He, a male Druch who was not good at magic, could feel the magic fluctuations there. It seemed like there was something there. Things are coming out of there soon.
Malus sped up, and a furnace-like wave of heat from behind pushed him out, as if he had been kicked hard by something. He watched in horror as a mass of fiery flesh, larger than a cold lizard, undulated behind him like a sea serpent swimming in a sea of rocks.
The worm sank almost as quickly as it had emerged, disappearing in a cloud of noxious vapor. Malus saw neither the head nor the tail of the worm, but he thanked the Mother of Darkness for her blessing. If he had taken a few steps slower, he would have been melted into ashes.
Malus, who had spent half the night running around the ruined courtyard of Nightdower Castle, finally reached his sister's nearly destroyed tower. He marveled at the destruction happening around him, the spiers of the half-melted structure still standing, but then he realized that if Nagalia had been inside, she would have taken precautions to ensure her own survival.
As an old Druchi proverb goes, nothing comes to the dead and revenge is the business of the living.
Malus walked to the open doorway and paused, feeling the waves of magic rippling over his skin. Zarkhan lay dormant in his chest, the Great Daemon of Chaos that had been absorbed by the spells of his mother and sister. Most of the energy, so he knew not to count on Zarkhan's power. His armor was in tatters and hung loosely from his weathered kaitan. He peeled off the remaining pieces, as the armor was more likely to impede his movements.
Only now did Malus begin to feel the pain and fatigue wash over him in a slow black tide. If he doesn't act soon, I'm afraid he won't be able to act at all.
Suddenly, a mysterious force drove Malus to look back. As soon as he turned back, he saw a portal appearing where the magic wave was not far away. A Druchi wearing gorgeous armor was holding a strange weapon. The halberd rushed out directly, and then a large number of well-equipped Druchi began to appear from the portal and poured in his direction. He did not hesitate, he knew that he had no retreat now but to enter the steeple.
When a worm broke out of the ground again, the earth trembled and groaned, and the air was filled with the hiss of melting stone. Darkus, who finally walked out of the portal, heard this terrible sound and stopped immediately. observe.
"My ancient saint!" Walter, who was limping around wearing armor and holding a hammer and shield, couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw the worms squirming in front of him.
"Over there!" Cowell said, pointing to a place that was intact and passable for the time being.
As soon as Kewell finished speaking, his sister began to chant a spell, and a physical and illusory bridge appeared in front of him. His sister turned her head and smiled at him, and he also smiled at his sister. , and soon the Druchs began to pass.
As Malus expected, the entrance room was empty. He started climbing the stairs into the darkness.
Soon, Darkus's followers also rushed in.
As Malus climbed the spiral staircase, he saw that the darkness was tinged with a faint blue light. Six voices were chorusing frantically, weaving powerful words into a continuous spell. In the chorus, he heard He heard the sound of fast climbing footsteps, and he knew that the people from the Witch King's Hand had already entered. After a few more turns, the light became brighter, and he saw Nagalia's magic displayed horribly.
Nagalia stood in the center of the huge carved mark. The rune grooves carved on the floor were bubbling and boiling, emitting a blue light of magical power. She holds a fake soul dagger in her hand and an octagonal medallion and an idol of Kurkus at her feet. How these magical items were integrated into her magical principles, Malus could not guess, nor did he want to understand.
There was a larger circle where Nagalia stood, with six of her worshipers scattered around her in the center. They turned their backs to Nagalia and grimly raised their hands and chanted.
The hurried footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Franais rushed at the front. He stood there with his halberd held flat, facing Malus who was looking at him.
Darkus, who had already walked up, glanced at Malus, and then looked at Nagalia and her admirers. The admirers fell into a trance as they sang, trying their best to maintain the power they could not control. strength.
"What are you doing standing still!?" Darkus said to Druch beside him, and at the same time, he also said it to Malus.
As soon as Darkus finished speaking, the sorceresses began to chant powerful words and wave gestures.
At this time, Malus was already running with all his strength, rushing towards the nearest admirer. At the last moment, when the worshiper realized that he was in danger, the worshiper's eyes widened. When he was about to swing his sword to hit the worshiper's head, the worshiper's chanting voice turned out of tune for an instant and became A piercing scream.
But faster than Malus's sword was Alyssa, without spells or gestures. A blazing amber spear appeared out of thin air and pierced the chest of the screaming worshiper. The amber spear did not disappear, but circled an astonishing arc, and then pierced the second worshiper who had no time to react, and the third worshiper who had no time to react. The first, the fourth, and the sixth. The Amber Spear did not disappear, but raised its direction and drew several graceful arcs in the air before disappearing.
The singing stopped suddenly, as if someone pressed the pause button.
Darkus looked at this gorgeous magic. It had been a few years since he came here. Every time he saw Alyssa cast the Amber Spear, it was pleasant and new. But he didn't exclaim, nor did he praise Alyssa's dazzling skills. With so many sorceresses here at this time, wouldn't this create trouble for Alyssa?
Malus was stunned there. He didn't know whether to chop down the long sword raised in the air or what. He was thinking about what to do at this time. Do you want to look back?
But soon, Nagalia broke Malus' embarrassment. As her admirers stopped singing, she noticed the changes around her. She wanted to turn around to see who the admirers were focusing their energy on. When she When she saw Malus standing not far from her, surrounded by magic, the tone of her chant changed from anger to shock. Soon she saw the Druchi standing further away with expressions of fun. , her tone changed from shock to fear.
"Hello, sister, I didn't expect to meet again so soon." Malus held a long sword in one hand and waved a friendly greeting to Nagalia with the other hand.
As the chanting ended, the minaret shook violently. Nagalia, who was in fear, stumbled and fell to the ground.
Malus's body also began to stagger with the shaking, but he forced his battered body to continue working. He staggered and used his sword to support himself, trying to stand still, and then he used his last strength to rush towards Nagalia. No matter what happens later, he needs to get those magic items in his hands first. He threw himself at Nagalia, who was struggling to stand up. This half-sister with whom he had had sex was thrown to the ground.
"Indecent! Disgraceful to politeness!" Darkus, who had just stood firm, looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but thought to himself.
The Druchis around Darkus made low boos, but they did not disturb the play between the siblings. Several of the subordinates who were crowded on the stairs wanted to climb up to watch the fun. But because Darkus was standing there, he quickly stopped moving.
Nagalia writhed under Malus like a snake, and in desperation she thrust the fake soul dagger into Malus's chest.
"Sister, don't you know that this soul dagger is fake? Have you held it for so long and never used it?" Malus screamed exaggeratedly, with a painful expression on his face, but he soon became painful. His expression turned into a joke, and then he said, and after speaking, he raised his fists and hit Nagalia hard in the face.
The Druchis who were watching the fun finally couldn't stand it any longer and began to burst into violent and harsh boos, including Darkus.
Nagalia screamed in pain, and soon a magic shock wave appeared out of thin air, and the thunderous force threw Malus riding on her into the air.
Malus fell on the worshiper's body, and the fake soul dagger on his chest was inserted impartially into the chest that had been pierced by Alyssa with the amber spear.
"My ancient saint! Is this okay?" Darkus, who was watching the excitement, looked at this scene with dumbfounded eyes. He finally couldn't stand it this time.
Malus was in severe pain all over his body at this time. He struggled to support his body and held the fake soul dagger with one hand. His fingers were covered with dark pus instead of blood. He watched with horror as Nagalia slowly climbed to her feet, a black substance bubbling out of the holes in her black robe.
Nagalia howled with rage and pain and threw a ghostly black dart in Malus's direction. The magic that had just been condensed failed and turned into nothingness.
The sorceresses who had been watching the excitement counterattacked the magic.
"Hey! Hey! Do you really think we don't exist?" This was what Kewell's sister said.
Colonia was not present this time. After all, it was a bit inconvenient, and it might affect Darkus' plan in the future.
Nagalia knelt on the ground, and under the gaze of the Druchi present, the shadow that shrouded her face disappeared. Malus found himself staring into a pair of eyes that were hauntingly dark, and Nagalia's face was as angular and fierce as his father's, but now a pale grey. A thick network of black veins covered Nagalia's cheeks and throat, and an indescribable and somewhat 6-like symbol appeared on Nagalia's forehead. His heart was cold with fear, his sister was no longer just a druchi.
Nagalia became a Chaos Daemon, and she received the gift of Slaanesh.
"I want to thank you, dear brother. If it weren't for you, I would never have received this terrible honor. He has blessed me with unimaginable power, He has given me this world and let me burn in His name." Calia tried to laugh, and a purple trickle flowed down her chin. After she finished laughing, she said with a cold smile.
Just as what Darkus expected happened, he suddenly frowned and turned to look at Drusala, who was also frowning.
Drusala understood what Darkus meant and began to recite the spell silently.
"You didn't scare me! Despite your abilities, your plan failed! The city will be rebuilt. Although I am not a warlock, even I know that this kind of power of yours is not allowed by Druchi society. Tolerated." Malus stared at his half-sister, suppressing a shiver of fear. Although he was scared, he still managed to make his tone sound contemptuous, and kept taking small steps back as he spoke. He thought that although the Druchi behind him had bad intentions, he was still Druchi after all, better than he had ever been. My sister is strong.
"Brother, you little fool, everything is going according to plan. The only loser here is you!" To Malus's surprise, Nagalia smiled, her black-purple eyes flashing with hatred. light. Then she straightened up, glared arrogantly at all the Druchi present, and then said, "Hide in this pile of rocks, or escape to the end of the world, if you are willing. I will find you then. Zakhan will Bow before me, the world will come to an end! And you, the so-called Hand of the Witch King! Your soul that my Lord longs for, he will get you sooner or later!"
After Nagalia finished her harsh words, she Putting his pus-covered hand on the wound, he uttered a terrible word. Shadows condensed from the air, covering her.
"Stop her!" the high-level sorceress of the Hell Calamity family screamed sharply, the magic energy in her hands continuing to increase.
When the shadow disappeared, so did Nagalia.
Darkus shrugged, and the result was not beyond his expectation. Although he was not a warlock, he thought that this should be a kind of magic or mechanism with higher rules.
Kill Nagalia without waiting for her harsh words? Forget it, she was already like this, and she even did a small favor for Darkus. And her fate should not end here, but in the north!
Malus did not go to get the two magic items, but turned to look at Darkus, the hand of the Witch King who was as old as him.
The followers aimed their weapons at the lingering Malus, waiting for Darkus' order.
"We have been friends for a long time." Darkus came out and looked directly into Malus's eyes. At this time, Malus's life and death depended on his thoughts. This was the first time that he saw Malus from such a close distance. To this legendary figure, pity? fear? Pitiful? admire? Or some other emotion? He couldn't tell at this time. Heroes cherish heroes? But let’s face it, who kind of heroes are he and Malus? His name may have destined him not to become a so-called hero. Besides, the life of a hero is so tiring.
(It seems that there are still many readers who don’t understand the meaning of the protagonist’s name, Dark, darkness, Us-us, male)
Malus looked directly at Darkus, and he looked at Druch, who was the same age as him in front of him. What makes the Hand of the Witch King, who is under the Witch King and above all wonders, just because Darkus looks like the legendary Alandrian? He thought about his situation again. Under this strong contrast, he was a little unwilling and jealous, but he couldn't show it. After all, Darkus now decided his life and death. He was not confident enough to kill him in his current situation. Druchi ran out in front of him. Thinking of this, he began to think about how to get Darkus to agree to his leaving.
"Let's go! Malus, take those two magic items, let's go! I think your mother has guided you, go and meet your destiny! Of course, you can also keep the fake soul dagger as a souvenir. "After a moment, Darkus said slowly. He didn't say anything mocking, nor did he slap him in the face. He found that he couldn't speak, and he didn't want to say it. It seemed that he had escaped from this low-level behavior. Interest, and moving towards higher-level interests, such as rights?
Now that Nagalia has run away, it makes no sense for Malus to die here. The story and fun will end in the north, after all, who is still waiting for him there.
"You are actually willing to let me go? Why?" Malus said in shock. He was a little confused as to why Darkos would let him go.
"For fate!" Darkus looked at Malus and said decisively.
"My mother?"
"She has met her destiny!"
"This fake soul dagger?" Malus took out the soul dagger from his chest and asked, holding it in his hand.
"I put it! The real soul dagger is in Morathi's hands. Your mother should have told you. You can think of a way yourself, but I have good news for you. I originally planned to throw the real soul dagger into the dark without respecting martial ethics. In the active volcanoes in the Ridge Mountains." Darkus wanted to say this, but he gave up the idea, after all, it was too awesome, and there were many people who had experienced it behind him.
"Mother of the Night! Why are you talking so much nonsense? Get out of here before I change my mind! By the way, in exchange for letting you go, you can keep your Hardrika and lend it to me. Anyway, It’s useless for you to keep it.” Darkus said in disgust, while making a fist with his right hand and pointing his thumb behind him.
Malus didn't even have the strength to glare at Dacus. He let out a breath. He didn't think Dacus would play with him at this time. After a day of torment, he was exhausted physically and mentally, and now he just wanted to get out of here. Maybe Nagalia was right, the only loser here was himself.
"Use magic to treat him a little. I won't die in the next second." Just as Malus lowered his head to pick up the magic items, Darkus waved his hand and said.
After being slightly healed, Malus put Hadrica into Darkus's hands, nodded to Darkus and walked straight to the stairs.
"From tonight on, you will walk alone, Malus of Hagrid Grave. You have lost your name and honor, and your dreams lie in the dust. All that is left to you in this life is loneliness, fear, and Pain." Darkus said this in his mind. He did not tell Malus clearly. He knew that this might be the last time he and Malus met, because there was not enough time, and the seal of Zakhan Temple was There is a volcano below, so Zakhan gave Malus a time limit. He intervened to delay the process of obtaining the Soul Dagger, and among the five magic items, Valonge's amulet was in the Black Tower of Malekith.
The retinues who received the order from Darkus did not stand there and let Malus squeeze him. Instead, they raised their weapons and either moved out of the way, or stood in front of Darkus to protect the retinues waiting on the stairs. They also raised their weapons and pressed their bodies against the wall, looking at Malus warily.
"Go on, see if you can catch a few worms, Kalien, go try it! And tonight's party has just begun!" After Malus left, Darkus began to order.
The Druchi present cheered, and Maranur, Dorian, and Franais divided their troops into three groups and began to rush towards the city.
Darkus didn't let Genevieve stay with him. It would be nice to stay up late at night and go out to do the trouble. The family guards of Lord Draka also rushed out from the main tower to assist the three teams.
Of course, the name was to hunt down the assassin who stabbed Draka. This news must be known to all the Druzi in the city before dawn.
Darkus found the spiers representing the eight major families in the city a bit annoying, and he liked the moment when the towering chimney fell to the ground and turned into dust. And if it ends just like that, wouldn’t the list be in vain? As for what he was going to do? Of course he was going to recharge his batteries and rest. His routine had always been very standard, and things had changed to this point. He had to deal with Malus's brother tomorrow. How could he bite the hook without bait fish?
After all the Druchi were gone, Darkus fell directly in the direction of Drusala.
"Ah~ I'm injured." Drusala held Darkus's back firmly, and Darkus turned around and held her in his arms, whispering in her ear.
Blushing, Drusala couldn't even hold the black willow staff firmly in her hand, and fell straight to the ground. She and Darkus had known each other for so long, and this was the first time Darkus hugged her. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but hugged Darkus, and hugged him tighter and tighter. She was afraid that the dream in front of her was just a dream and would disappear in the next second.
Malus was struggling painfully in the chaotic rubble-filled streets of Hagrid Grave.
A handful of soldiers and civilians passed through Marus, trying to put out the fire that was burning the entire city. No one noticed him as he stumbled through the city's south gate and disappeared into the darkness.
Two hours later, Malus arrived at the ruins of the Nagor army camp. The dead were piled up in piles, the carriages overturned and caught fire, and in some places there were still flames burning. Somehow, the charred tents hit Hagrid Grave harder than the ruined buildings burned by the fire. The city could be rebuilt in short order, but the proud army he led from the Nagol would never again Will go on an expedition.
Fortunately, Malus found Malignant in the camp, not far from where his tent was.
Malice was eating dead flesh, and when Malus called to it, it stopped eating and trotted over to Malus.
Malus knew that he could not go south now. Isvar's army must be there. He followed the path he had taken to Granite the night before, and the clearing seemed like a good place to camp and rest for a few hours.
After searching for a while, Malus finally found enough dry wood to start a fire. When he returned to camp, he found malice gnawing at something.
Furlan's body disappeared from the waist down, and crumpled pieces of armor lay scattered in a pile nearby.
Malus made a fire while Malice ate, then sat on the damp ground and stared at the dancing flames.
"Mother of the Night, maybe I need a drink." Malus said hoarsely, staggering to his feet weakly.
Grudge had stopped eating, and watched Malus curiously as he walked over and began to rummage through the saddlebags until Malus' hand was holding the water bottle in mid-air.
As Malus returned to the fire, his foot struck a soft lump that bounced off the rough ground.
Ferlan's head turned a few times and stopped, with a look of horror still on his scarred face.
"We have all lost everything. Death means the end of pain and the end of ambition. But unlike you, I am still alive." Malus sat down next to his cousin's head and he picked up the skull. , looking into Ferland’s eyes and said.
After saying that, Malus pressed Furlan's head to the ground and pulled out the stabbing blade. Carefully peeling off the skull, he threw the skull into the flames and poured the wine into it.
"For fate!" Malus said as he raised his skull to toast the surrounding darkness and took a deep drink.
It’s over. I’ve been procrastinating on writing this section. I’m not going to write about Hal Gansey’s religious rebellion. I may not want to write about the North either. There should be no Malus in the future
(end of this chapter)