Chapter 41 13. Darkus’ Left Hand
The next day, the dark road.
Malus Blackblade got into big trouble. He killed a noble steward of Krakarond, and failed in the trial of Haxiya's voyage, returning empty-handed. Now, he owes a lot of foreign debt, and his father Lehan can discharge the debt with a casual nod, but he is a burden to his father, and his father will not nod.
Malus's father didn't like him, but he didn't throw him to death on the spot when he was born, because his birth was a deal between his mother and his father. His half-brothers and sisters seemed to sense this as well. They were all much older than him and could kill him at any time. However, they stopped at monopolizing the family's wealth and allowed him to slowly wither and rot.
Malus was foolish and naive in thinking that they were too busy with other plots to have any intention of killing him. But how did they know they were selling goods in Krakalund? Who were those dignitaries waving to him on the city wall the day before yesterday? Far to the northeast, Karondkar is one of the most remote large cities in Naggaroth. Could there be a courier who could run faster than the assassins of Kane, riding towards death, along the coastline through the Sea of Chilling Heart and the Sea of Malice? is it possible? Or were they connected through the sorceress's crystal ball?
These questions have tormented Malus during his journey on the Dark Road. It would have been unconventional and rash to sail directly to Krakarond, ignoring the Slave Gate Karlond Cal, but even so his enemies were waiting for him. Even that damn letter, he thought with disgust.
Krakalond, Night Governor Castle Martial Arts Training Ground, Darkus was still being beaten by Kessler, but it was better than yesterday, he could at least block it.
Suddenly a waiter came in and said that there was a Druchi from Nagarond in the waiting room who wanted to see Darkus.
"Nagalond? Has Witch King Malekith noticed me? He sent someone to ask me to learn black magic from him?"
Darkus asked the waiter to invite the distinguished guest to the living room with doubts.
After practicing with Keslay for a while, he didn't say anything when asked. He just repeatedly indicated Darkus' steps and the way to draw the sword.
"Sorry, Keslay, that's all for today's training. I have to go meet the distinguished guests." After saying that, Darkus saluted Keslay.
Kessler returned the greeting, and then looked at Walter. The meaning was obvious, you don't need to go, I will practice with you.
Darkos put on the noble robe, Hadrica, and noble curved sword three-piece set and walked to the living room.
After just a few steps, he heard Walter's scream and the sound of weapons falling to the ground. He knew how badly Walter was beaten without looking back. Walter was only good at equestrian skills, but his martial arts skills were not as good as his. , shook his head.
In the living room, a middle-aged male Druchi was sitting quietly. Dozens of family guards were waiting for an opportunity. They were all a little nervous. They were keenly aware of this quiet Druchi and his dangers. , although his left arm is missing.
Outside the living room, Butler Dia was waiting for Dacus.
"Who is in the room?"
"Master, he should be a black guard!"
Darkus looked at Butler Dia in surprise. Butler Dia nodded in confirmation and said, "Master, I want to report to the young master."
Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open and entered. The living room is as long as the hall, with a Hagrid Grave marble table placed in the middle, about 10 swords long (a sword is 2.4 meters), and the man is sitting at the far end of the table.
Seeing Darkus come in, he stood up, nodded in salute, and said calmly: "Nagarond, Baine Bloodscourge, pay tribute to the Hellscourge family, and pay tribute to you." "
Dakeus Hell Disaster."
After Bainie said hello, he looked at the family guards around him. They looked at Darkus and shook their heads slightly.
Darkus visually checked the length of the table, and then said: "This is not the way to entertain guests. It is not good to spread the word. You should go out first and keep the door open!"
After saying that, he adjusted the chair to an angle and sat down. He put his left hand on the table, put one foot on the ground, and scratched the ground to make sure it wouldn't slip, then he adjusted his sitting posture so that he could rush out of the door at any time.
At this time, Kessler entered the living room carrying a curved-edged execution knife, looked at Darkus's sitting posture with disdain, and then stood on his left side.
The family guards were filing out, and Baine looked at Keslay with suspicion. "Let me introduce to you, this is Keslay, the family law enforcement champion of the Hell Calamity family. It is not convenient for him to speak."
Baine stared at Keslay for a while, nodded and said: "I am in Naga Lund has heard of you and heard that you are good at fighting?"
Kessler raised the curved blade execution knife and shook it.
"Okay! Let's practice later!"
Darkus was speechless.
Baine began to introduce himself: "I was once a Black Guard, the Lord of Destruction, and the Master of the Twelve Towers."
Out of politeness, Darkus did not stare at his missing left arm.
Baine laughed self-deprecatingly: "Of course, that was all in the past, I am useless now."
Darkus asked suspiciously: "Then you come to me?"
"I serve Edreze, the Lord of Blades. The oracle came to you to teach you martial arts. I heard that you can't even beat a monkey?"
Darkus thought: "Oh! Why doesn't this Druchi open any pot? Thank you Mora Yig Heg, praise you! My dear old grandmother."
Then, Darkus said thoughtfully: "I would like to ask, where is your left arm? Coran Blackhand?"
Baine nodded in despair and said: "Yes, Coran took the initiative to challenge me for a duel. He said he had made a new breakthrough." "
How long have you served?"
Baine raised his head and said proudly: "Three hundred and eighty-eight years!"
"Fuck! Do you have any conditions?" Darkvus immediately added, "Except for letting me defeat Coran Blackhand, you can offer anything else."
Baine was choked and didn't know what to say, Darkvus Si could see that he was a very pure Druchi, a Druchi who only knew how to fight and kill.
Darkus stood up solemnly, straightened his noble robes and said, "I know a place that should be able to restore your arm. It's up to you to take revenge on yourself!"
Baine was stunned and hesitated for a moment. , stood up and said: "I have no heirs, wealth and land have no value to me, where is that place?"
Darkus smiled mysteriously and said: "Don't be anxious, there is no point in being anxious. I am probably the only one who knows that place. , when the opportunity comes, I will take you there, and I will do what I said! Is it time for the competition now?"
After that, he walked out of the living room.
Theoretically, Druchi's Eight Winds magic can be used, but no one teaches him. Five thousand years ago, there was a powerful male mage of the life system. But unfortunately, Malekith read the prophecy of destruction, which said that he would die at the hands of a male mage. Since then, the most tragic and untrustworthy creature in Druchi society was born, that is, the warlock. Malekith cursed them with the Hollow Spell, and their souls have been wandering between the mortal world and the Realm of Chaos ever since. Slaanesh, the god of love and art, has more and more control over their souls. As this control tightens, dark runes will flash the light of life on the flesh, and evil flames will slowly pass through their skin, torturing Watching them.
Afterwards, Malekith placed a bounty on the heads of the new generation of warlocks. Once found, they would be locked up with red-hot steel chains and sent to him. He would let the warlocks experience the beauty of this world.
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