Chapter 227 77. Aren't you hot?
"What? This?" A look of shock appeared on Governor Draka's face.
"I can only say that your cousins' children are all extraordinary and have outstanding talents in doing things." Darkus crossed his legs, half sat and half slumped on the sofa and spread his hands. He glanced at the people sitting around him as he spoke. Severin, the eldest son of the Night Governor, and his daughter Malagos.
At this time, the Darkus brothers and their respective fiancées were holding a family tea party with Draka Nightlord and his children.
The children of Night Governor Draka lowered their heads under the gaze of Darkus, but of course they did not do so resentfully, they did not dare.
"In the name of Chief Consul Druch, I order Hagrid Grave's army to mobilize all. The army marches to Naggarond by land, and the supplies and baggage march by sea." Darkus sat up straight. , took a biscuit from the coffee table and started eating it. After eating, he looked at Draka Night Governor and said slowly.
"Yes, as Night Governor Hagrid Grave, I represent this city to respond to your call. The trouble caused by Lehan's children should end." Night Governor Draka stood up from his chair, and his children also Then he stood up, nodded solemnly and said.
During the time when Darkus went to Krakarond, another naval battle broke out on the Sea of Resentment. The Black Ark of one of the eight major families returned early due to the short distance. After arriving at Hagrid Grave, the Black Ark Time unloaded the slaves and trophies. After unloading, they hurriedly resupplied and turned around to intercept another returning Black Ark in the Sea of Resentment. At first, they just delayed, until the intercepted party became anxious under the urging of the family. One night The two sides fought, and after a series of thirteen moves, the black ark still did not return within the deadline.
"Is there any difference between ruling Hagrid Grave now and before?" Darkus waved his hand and asked Draka to sit down, he asked with a smile.
"It's easier than before. Under your wise decision, the eight major families have become five, and the strength of those five families is not as good as before. It's a pity that you were not around when Hanil Hara, the faces of those family members There was an expression of unwillingness written all over it, and he was eager to tear the other person apart on the spot." Night Governor Draka laughed first, and then said.
The Druchi dignitaries present also burst into laughter when they heard this.
Darkus promised to give Draka the power of night governor, which was also a kind of grant in disguise, and it was just a sedan chair carried by everyone. He knew what Severin was doing before, and said he was practicing outside. In fact, Night Governor Draka was worried that his family would be destroyed by Darkus.
The two night governors, Hagrid Grave and Caronde Carr, were like Tang Dynasty military governors, standing in for the Malekith herdsmen. Of course, these two Druchi governors were more obedient than those in the Tang Dynasty. Druchi's social form and Malekith's high reputation were there. They could obtain appropriate benefits, but they angered Malekith. The only consequence for Keith was death, and there was no suggestion of a large-scale rebellion. The Hell Calamity family of Krakarond is like the Guanlong clan, and their goals and interests are consistent with Malekith's.
Severin also played an important role in secretly recruiting Khaine Assassins from Calonde Cal and Hal Goncy, who arrived in Hagrid Gray on Calon de Cal's slave ship. Husband, the demise of those three families is closely related to these Kane assassins, and the patriarchs of two of the only five remaining families were also killed. Even the patriarch of the Hook Claw family was slightly affected.
"What are your plans for the future?" After laughing for a while, Darkus looked at Severin and asked.
"Dear Hand of the Witch King, I want to serve as your retinue and serve you and His Majesty the Witch King." Severin said directly from the chair to kneeling on the ground without thinking.
"After the matter in the north is over, you will serve as the fourth trainee admiral on the Nagor." Darkus shook his head and waved his hand.
Severin, who was kneeling on the ground, was stunned for a moment.
"Why don't you thank the Witch King for your grace?" Draka stretched out his foot and kicked his eldest son. He understood the meaning behind this fourth trainee admiral. It was a political commitment, a kind of power and The granting of power means that his family will reach its peak in the future, provided that he does not seek death.
"Where are you?" Darkus looked at Malagos again.
"Respected Hand of the Witch King, I want to serve Ms. Drusala."
"No problem." Darkus did not agree directly, but glanced at Drusala, and after seeing Drusala nodded, he said, He paused and then said, "How about this for today? You will be responsible for the slaves and craftsmen of Night Governor Castle. Those slaves and craftsmen will be of great use in the future. Hagrid Grave's cold lizard cavalry will be handed over to Hook. The head of the Claw Lan family is responsible. Since Malus has temporarily restored his reputation and the blood feud has been temporarily stopped, Lehan's former retinues will be summoned to Nagarund to wait." The
military quality of Lehan's retinues, Darkwu Si still agrees.
After finishing speaking, Darkus stood up and held the inner forearms of Draka Night Governor who had already stood up. There is no such etiquette in Drukhi society. If there is something like a poisonous sleeve arrow, the other party will be dead. But he still wants to implement it. This can be regarded as a change, of course only within a small area where he can be trusted and have interests.
"Yes, don't you still have arms?" Darkus thought as he walked in the corridor and looked at the sleeves of the noble robes.
"I'm going to join Uncle Selire's Order of Weeping Blood, as a non-staff member, of course." Maranur, who was walking next to Darkus, suddenly said.
"I have a special status and am not suitable to join, otherwise I would also like to join." Darkus nodded and said regretfully.
Now the Lord of Blades, Edreze, has initially decided on two religious orders. One is the Curling Blade Order led by Baine as the leader, and the other is the Weeping Blood Order led by Selyre as the leader.
The name he gave at the beginning was very Druchi, and even a little Kane-like, but it was directly rejected by Darkus. After all, his plan was that the future selection of the religious order would be conducted among the five spirits.
Lifelong equality Asul, hospitality Aslay, family harmony Druchi, green goblin the light of civilization, dark shadow of elegance and civilization, there is nothing wrong with it!
"This time we will fight on the cold lizard for the time being. Later, we will design a special set of armor and weapons for cavalry and infantry combat." Darkus thought of something and said.
"I am now looking forward to the next battle. According to what you said, the scene may be grand?" Maranur looked impatient. This was the first time in his life that he had seen such a big battle.
Darkus didn't say anything. He didn't want his words to come true. He just wanted to see Master Ma after settling the matter in the north.
That night, Hagrid Grave began to mobilize. A large number of cold lizards began to gather. Armors in the warehouse of Night Governor Castle were also distributed. Even the few executioners and wizards of the Cain sect stationed here They were also mobilized, as were the more sparse Slaughter Sisters in the arena.
Darkus did not stand in front of the window and watched every move. He was a little exhausted from going back and forth. He just wanted to have a good sleep now. He knew that he would be even more tired next. This kind of fatigue is more mental, and he has no worries about the future. After all, the script is here, but he feels that the trend has been vaguely beyond his expectation, and more changes have occurred with his joining. He was even a little worried that Nagalia would become the four gods to be chosen by then, and there would be a whole wave of mini-annihilations and a big brawl.
The next day, Darkus and Draka Night Governor were fully armed and stood on the reviewing stand of Night Governor Castle, looking at the neat soldiers lined up in the square and streets.
Darkus is still wearing his classic skin, but the sword has become the sword of Bascon, a subordinate of the first generation Phoenix King Aenarion, the successful dog of fire obtained in the sinister peaks. This sword It was transformed into a Druchi by Mother Annasara's black magic. It should now be called the "Scarlet Sword". The sealed fire element inside has also been slightly warmed, but it cannot be used frequently.
As for the dragon armor, let's forget it for now. Kane's curse cannot be dealt with at the moment. Darkus once suspected that it was also on this sword, but he just didn't find it.
Drakkar Nightlord also wears his classic skin, a suit of ancient and magical armor befitting his status, an intricately patterned breastplate made of blackened Ithilama silver with sharp grooves. and cleverly forged hooks. Fiery light and bitter vapor boil from the seams of his armor and from the demonic ornamented eyes carved into his ornate helmet.
When Draka moved, the armor's joints wept like a cursed soul. In his left hand he held a heavy curved sword still covered in clots of clotted blood. Three dried heads were hung on the trophy hooks on his waist. They seemed to be the trophies he was most proud of. His right hand wore an armored glove with sharp barbs and thousands of inscriptions on it. Tens of thousands of tiny glowing marks.
"What's the Night Governor's Fist? Aren't you hot? Are you used to it?" Darkus' attention was not focused on the soldiers being reviewed, but on Draka Night Governor standing next to him. He was attracted by this strange and gorgeous set of equipment. The strange thing was that Draka Night Governor was actually left-handed when fighting, but he was right-handed in daily life. Now he especially wanted to ask Draka Night Governor Some personal questions.
"Dear Witch King's Hand, I have reserved some according to your instructions, but there are 25,000 soldiers going out." "
This armor is indeed extraordinary." Night Governor Draka's voice penetrated the air and echoed in Da. In Keus' body. The sound, shaped by the power of the armor, sank into him like a slow, blunt knife, reaching toward his heart, and he nodded in thought.
Last year, in the battle between the Nagor and Hagrid Grave, Hagrid Grave lost a lot of soldiers. This time it was so large that most of them were recruited from various families. This time it was a recruitment order, not a blood feud. It was possible to sit on the sidelines, failure to respond to the call was seen as a betrayal of the Druchi, and the two Black Arks returned, albeit with a fighting force, but with a large number of soldiers remaining. "Druch! March to the north! For His Majesty the Witch King!" Darkus raised the scarlet sword and shouted loudly, and the pre-arranged magic device transmitted his voice to the ears of all Druchi present.
The passionate shouts of the Druch soldiers reverberated throughout Hagrid Grave like thunder, shaking Darkus's chest. He could feel the rhythmic thud of boots on the marble, which brought a small smile to his face.
"Who doesn't like this feeling?"
The horns sounded one after another, and the dark riders who were the first to dispatch set off as the vanguard of the army. The Dark Riders had just left through the huge city gate in the north, followed closely by Hagrid Grave's proud Knights of the Cold Lizard. When the Cold Lizard Knight passed under the high arch, the patriarch of the Crooked Claw family raised the Soul Eater to salute Darkus, and Darkus resolutely raised the scarlet sword in return.
Waiting behind the Cold Lizard Knights are a large number of infantry, as well as a small number of Disaster Walker chariots. As for the Cold Lizard chariots, Druchi is currently unable to use them due to Malekith's ban.
A large number of follow-up troops are waiting further afield. As for the Reaper ballistae, behemoths, supplies and baggage, they are transported by sea.
In a word, stud!
A city of tents occupies the seaside, flags fluttering in the constant cold wind that sweeps across Naggaroth with its icy touch from the north and the Sea of Malice. It is autumn now, and this cold land is covered with ice and snow. Occasionally, strong grass and low shrubs with small leaves and long thorns stand in the ice and snow.
To the northwest, steep steel mountains stand, and on the Sea of Malice to the east, there are ships bearing the flag of Krakarond sailing north from time to time.
"According to the journey, we will arrive at Nagarund at noon tomorrow." Chagorosh said respectfully while standing outside the Three Swords of Darkus. He was the winner of the competition for the position of Valahar.
"No rest tonight, forced march! Rest after arriving at Nagarund." Darkus said decisively. After speaking, he paused and looked at Chagorosh and said seriously, "I haven't congratulated you on becoming Val. As for Laharl, since you have become Valahar, you must fulfill the corresponding obligations. Your rights, wealth and status will be compensated for later." "
Thanks to His Majesty the Witch King and the grace of the Witch King's hand, I will do my best to Go ahead and do everything I should do!" After hearing what Darkus said, Chagorosh knelt down in the ice and snow and said.
"Coming!" Darkus nodded and ignored him, but pointed south.
Two huge black arks and a large number of plundering ships appeared from the sea line. These two black arks were the Nagor and the Tower of God's Blessing Evil Party that set out from Krakalond.
Without saying hello or meeting, thousands of Hagrid Grave's troops continued to march along the coastline. They did not succumb to the cold wind blowing from the north and the sea. At night, light signals were lined up along a long snake formation. Passed among the troops, these lights will keep each troop and flag walking in the correct position without causing confusion. Such a large army was surprisingly quiet when marching, and Darkus couldn't help but admire the military quality of Druchi's army.
The dark and ruthless city walls and towers stood in the dawning sky, as if they were flashing like a thousand eyes, giving people a feeling of coldness and emptiness. Nagarond had arrived.
At this time, there were four black arks parked at the dock of Nagarond, as well as a large number of plundering ships. These ships began to unload the ships one after another under the command of the dock area steward who arrived in advance from Krakarond, and a large number of cargoes had already been unloaded. The plundering ships were cruising on the distant sea, patrolling and guarding.
Darkus's judgment was correct. He was well aware of the strangeness of the Naggarond dock. The dock located outside the city was far smaller than Krakaronde and Kalonde Karl, and its throughput was even more noisy. Waiting for the next one Next he will start the expansion.
"How long will it take for the unloading to be completed?" Darkus and his followers broke away from Hagrid Grave's army and went straight to the dock area. He looked at the dock steward who was busy and kept his feet on the ground and asked.
"My lord, two days!"
"Too slow! Kalonde Carl's ship will arrive tomorrow. I order you to recruit soldiers to help unload the cargo." Darkus said decisively, Hagrid Grave and It took two days for Krakaronde's ship to be unloaded, and another two days for Kalonde Carl's ship to be unloaded. Four days passed. The army of Chaos must be larger than the current Drukhi army in Nagaros. Should we divide the troops and advance? No one can tell what will happen.
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Like any Druchi city, Druchi's military camp has its own unique areas, each with its own characteristics. The troops responsible for picketing were close to the temporary corral set up by the Dark Riders, and patrols and couriers came and went without hindrance in the barracks. The sturdier makeshift pens housed the cold lizards, whose hideous smell ensured that only slaves and hapless druchi took up residence downwind.
Tamers and their beasts and behemoths lived on the outskirts, the larger war hydras restrained by some black steel chains and sharp black steel spikes, their grunts and howls carried away by the cold wind , while the smaller beasts roared and hissed in the enclosure.
Most of the camp consists of rows of pure black, white, and purple tents, divided according to the cities, armies, and powerful families that have responded to the Witch-King's call to arms.
The lunatics of the Cult of Cain gathered together, with a huge pyre in the center of their camp, and their teepees hung with gaudy and bloody objects. The corpses sacrificed to Khaine were scorched in the sacrificial flames, their hearts hissed in the ornately decorated black steel braziers, and their bloodlust was sated by the night's revelry.
Near the center of the camp, a group of sorceresses set up their tent. No other druchi dared to pitch their tents within close range of the sorceresses, for fear of the winds of magic that filled the air.
The night was ruined by hysterical screams and the roar of giant beasts from time to time, which made Darkus extremely annoyed.
The grandest tents belong to the powerful families of Druch, but there is no peace here, with rivalries, blood feuds, and truces between opposing families maintained only by pickets that patrol the neutral territory between camps.
Even so, during the march, some Druchi dignitaries were ambushed and assassinated, and the hostilities were always on the verge of breaking out into open conflicts, especially the dignitaries Hagrid Grave who had been tormented by Darkus. He didn't dare to do anything to him, so he could only make trouble for other powerful people.
In the center of the camp stands the Hellscourge family building, proudly overlooking everything around it. It is a building made of leather, linen, black pine and black steel that resembles a spire. The building is much taller than anywhere else, and the four corners are occupied by towers with temporary ramparts, which are dismantled, transported, and assembled with each march, and the Reaper ballistas mounted on them keep an eye on any suspicious objects around them. .
Next to the building, the sons of Suleh, four black dragons, were sleeping. They were the pride of the Hell Calamity family. Although the black dragons were asleep, they were alert to any signs of danger. The breath they exhaled while sleeping filled the surroundings. A layer of mist, with a faint poisonous smell.
This is already the second day after Darkus arrived in Naggarond. The army of Kalonde Kal has already arrived. Now there are seven dark arks parked at the dock of Naggarond. This huge army on land Instead of entering the city, they were stationed on the plain outside Nagarund.
In the building belonging to the Hellscourge family, Anasara, Newkel, Dulias, Draka, Kira, Loxia, Lacas, Leshikiel, Drusala and Turaris Wait, wait, etc. Countless Druchi dignitaries gathered together.
Yes, Tularis came with Hal Gancy's five thousand or so Cain followers.
As for where the great Witch King Malekith went? He had already set off with the troops of Naggarond two days before Darkus arrived. All the male druchi of Naggarond had been recruited. Now there are only a few city guards in Naggarond guarding the city walls. .
"Tomorrow morning, the army will set off. In the name of Chief Consul Druch, I will hand over the command of this army to Nukel Hellscourge." Darkus put his hands on the sand table and stared at the group. The famous Drucci said that he did not ask who was in favor or who was against, as he felt too immodest.
What was different from what Darkus expected was that after a long time, no one came forward to express my objection to the classic plot. He now somewhat hoped that Lacasse would jump out and object, after all, there was still some unsettled score between them. Is his reputation too great? Or is the Hell Calamity family too powerful? Or does Newkel really have the reputation and qualifications to take on this important task? Or is the power of Mother Annasara too terrifying?
After thinking about this, Darkus glanced at Lord Draka.
After seeing Darkus's gaze, Draka Nightlord reacted and began to express his support for the Witch King's Hand. Kirara Nightlord also stood up to express his support.
Early the next morning, this army, which gathered the essence of Nagaros Druchi, began to march towards Grond.
Endless dark riders galloped along the spear road in the plains. As far as the eye could see, a stretch stretched east and west, but on the edge of the northern horizon was an intermittent steel mountain range that once again appeared in front of Darkus, who had been marching for five days. , he knew that a day further north, he could see the spiers of Grond standing in the leaden sky, like the black spear of the Dread Spearman.
I'm going to be discontinued or eunuch, you won't scold me
(end of chapter)