Chapter 154 The Dark Meeting
is located in the open space between Shadow Peak and Elsa's Ring, and Witch King Malekith is making final preparations.
The slave spent his life building a military camp that was larger than the previous tents he had stayed in, just to keep everyone present at a "safe" distance from others.
Standing next to him was Kuran Blackhand, his loyal captain of the Black Guard, and a little further away was Julian Baneblade. Even though he had given the title of Champion to the spy, suspicion always remained. Entrenched in the Witch King's soul, it was difficult for him to trust anyone. Even Kuran, who everyone believed to be absolutely loyal to the Witch King, Malekith had a hand in.
"So when will those guys arrive?" Drucci looked gloomy as he spoke, wearing a black armor full of spikes. His thin face made him look depressed, as if he was overindulging like drug addicts, but If you underestimate him because of this, you will pay the most serious consequences.
Malus Blackblade, son of Volkarlehan, tyrant of Hagrid Grave, has been holding the position of Night Warden for a long time with the support of Malekith.
In fact, Malus had no interest at all in this war to attack the throne of Ulthuan. If the Witch King hadn't threatened the much-needed alchemical potion, he would have planned to lead a group of Cold Lizard Knights to take advantage of the Chaos Storm to go deep into the Chaos Wasteland in the north to find Some ways to resolve the demonic curse on your body.
He is the main force in this war. Hagrid Grave has always been the most powerful city except Naggarond. It is famous for the ferocity and fearlessness of its soldiers and the large number of cold lizard knights, as well as countless slaves. Ore is mined from the black rocks that never see the light of day and sent to the forge, where it is passed through the hands of Naggaroth's best craftsmen to help Druchi spread fear.
Neither the Witch King nor the Black Hand opened their mouths to answer Malus' question. There was silence in the camp for a long time. Julian felt a sense of familiarity. Malekith was used to letting his subordinates doubt each other and fight to maintain his rule. There were only three people present who were qualified to talk to Malus, the Witch King Malekith, the captain of the Black Guard, Kuran Blackhand, and the Witch King champion Julian Poisonblade.
"Be patient, Malus." Julian didn't know what kind of person Malus was. He had only heard a little bit about this newly emerged fear lord. Staying in Ulthuan for a long time allowed him to learn more about Nagaroth. Much of the information cannot be grasped.
But after Malus heard what he said, he seemed a little restless while sitting on the steel chair, and dark veins began to appear on his face, "What qualifies you to participate in this meeting, you despicable maggot?" ."
If he were in a normal state, Malus would definitely not say such a thing. Although he despised this spy from the bottom of his heart, as someone who wanted to assassinate the Witch King, he knew very well that the Witch King was accustomed to using Stratagem to sow everyone's relationship in order to secure his position as the Lord of the Black Tower.
But now Malus is deeply influenced by Zarkhan, and even taking the alchemical potion will not help. The Great Demon of Slaanesh always echoes some unspeakable names in his mind-Keeper of Secrets Nakari.
Julian Baneblade did not feel anger. He knew what the Witch King wanted him to do, so he turned his head and made a gesture to Malus that represented provocation in Druchi society.
And Malus smiled cruelly. The influence of Zakhan made him lose most of his feelings, even if he wanted to do something with Hagrid Grave's most beautiful woman, his sister Yasmir, that he had longed for before. Nothing can satisfy his dark heart. Only killing and blood can satisfy the demon in this decadent soul and body and experience the feeling of being alive.
"You may have some value, that is, go to the mines of Black Rock and become a suitable slave." After saying that, Malus pulled out the Kane Dimension Sword from his waist, the magic sword that was taken from the dragon demon. It may not be as powerful as the real Holy Sword of Kane, but it can still easily cut the throat of Julian, the maggot.
"Shut up, demon." Malus, who drew his sword and walked to the middle of the camp, yelled angrily. He felt that Zakhan's influence was deepening, especially after getting closer to the Witch King.
Just as Julian had pulled out the two magic swords, the two began to fight in an instant. Julian was surprised. When the arm holding the two swords came into contact with the magic sword, he only felt a sense of numbness, and Malus's speed is extremely fast, but as the Witch King's champion warrior, he will not back down.
He swung his two swords at Malus one after another, and the green long sword appeared as an afterimage under his swing. If it were an ordinary fear lord, he might have become a dead soul under the sword.
But Julian was facing Malus. This Druchi, who had been troubled by Zakhan for a long time, would be more deadly than anyone else under the influence of the great demon in his body.
"Hahaha." A burst of laughter that did not belong to Malus came from his mouth, and the dark blood vessels became more obvious on his face.
Just when the confrontation between the two had begun to heat up, Kuran came between them. Scarlet Death blocked the two men's attempts to continue the attack, with a cold and calm look on his face.
"No pointless fighting." Julian didn't react when he heard this. He just put the long knife back to his waist, but Malus showed pain on his face, roared as if wailing, and his left hand seemed to be A force blocked him, and he took out the alchemy potion from his waist and drank it in one gulp, then threw it on the ground. The sound of the glass bottle hitting the ground was extremely clear and crisp.
After the two sat down again, silence returned to the camp. Malus had to rely on the Witch King for the alchemy potion, but others would not listen to Malekith's words so much, especially the Witch King's mother Mo Lars.
After waiting for a while, a man came into the camp, wearing the executioner's iconic steel mask, long black hair tied in a ponytail, and a heavy single crisp knife at his waist. Even if he just walked in, he could feel it. To the breath of blood that belongs exclusively to Kane's followers.
"It seems that I have not missed a killing feast." After Tularis finished speaking, he walked to the seat symbolizing Hargansi and sat down. This time he represented Helibon in the battle against Ulthuan, but the Blood Queen did not What clear instructions were given to him, just to bring the blood back to Hargansi.
As Larkas and a group of fear lords entered the camp, only one key figure remained, Moras, the mother of the Witch King.
No one was in a hurry. According to Moras' usual habits, she would often be late for such meetings. She might be experiencing the taste of the newly captured Asul slaves.
Malekith on the Iron Throne finally spoke. He had established absolute prestige over the hundreds of years that Druchi called the Age of Glorious Torment. Only he was Druchi's true master, even if he couldn't see it. From the bottom of his heart, the Witch King only believed that these bloodthirsty elves were just a tool to regain the throne.
"Calledor, a kingdom ruled by traitors. Their ancestors once swore allegiance to my father Aenarion, but when I was about to obtain the throne that belonged to me, those Caledorians would always stand in the way. The crowning of the true Phoenix King."
"I still remember Imrik, the Prince of Caledor who sank to the bottom of the sea. He was very brave. Even if he chose to commit suicide, he did not let us catch him." The
Witch King gathered Druzi The most authoritative lord seemed to unfold his memories and continued, "Titris, even by Druchi standards, he is a cold man." No one present had experienced
Caledor in person . In the war with Malekith, Druzi only had a few old monsters who could witness such a long time ago, two women blessed by Kane's divine power, and the Witch King in front of him, who was known as the incarnation of Kane.
"And now, there is another Prince of Caledor. He leads the few remaining dragons and dragon princes in an attempt to challenge the people who killed several of his ancestors." After saying this,
Malekith He stopped talking and looked at Lacasse.
"Your Majesty, what is your order?" The Beast Lord was still loyal to Malekith. The Witch King's terrifying black dragon Seraphim was his masterpiece, and the Witch King also rewarded him with the so-called crown. It is the treasure of the Beast King's Helm. As a well-known Beast Lord, he has a black dragon mount called Barchus. The degree of fear and cruelty it creates can only be matched by Larkas.
"Lead your beast army to besiege Imrik. I will let the Manticore Lord and the Lord of Annihilation join you, and the captured dragons can also be left to you to deal with. As long as you kill Imric. "Malekis finally made it clear.
Larkas looked a little excited, but he quickly calmed down. The Manticore Lord is a special army composed of twelve black guards. Each one has a manticore as a mount, and the Lord of Annihilation is The ace army in Malekith's hands, those Black Guards with outstanding military achievements will be rewarded with a black dragon after being appreciated by Malekith. Many black dragons were even bred by Lacasse himself. From the perspective of combat effectiveness, It's definitely top notch.
But thinking about who the Witch King asked him to face, he felt a little embarrassed. The current Dragon Prince's partner was a Star Dragon. Coupled with his terrifying combat power and the existence of a high-level Dragon Prince, this matter was by no means imaginary. It was so simple, but facing the Witch King's green eyes that penetrated people, Lacasse could only respond.
"Your will."
(End of chapter)