Chapter 167 17. The Dark Council
Just like this, the Darkus brothers worked steadily in the Black Tower of Malekith. After midnight, the two brothers now don’t want to walk around Nagarond at night, because it is really... too dangerous. Especially in the past few days, the reputation of the two brothers has spread from Naggarond. Of course, it is mainly because of Darkus. There are always fear lords who want to cause trouble and want to test their abilities. One or two are okay, but the problem is I can't hold up a bunch of them. The two brothers have fought several times and been surprised. Alyssa was able to kill the leader immediately at the beginning every time, but she couldn't resist fighting every night. The most bizarre thing was that she fought three waves in one night. He didn't even take a shower when he went back, so he lay down on the bed exhausted and fell asleep.
Darkus also couldn't understand what these stupid Druchi from various cities were thinking. They were sending waves one after another. Everyone wanted to step on them and get Marley in this way. Keith's favor? This group of Druchi may have made a wrong starting point. Anyway, they thought that was what happened, and ended up losing their lives.
Newkel thinks that Darkus is too popular and eye-catching. This kind of thing rarely happened when he was the adjutant of the Witch King. However, in retrospect, he can understand that there is a difference between an adjutant and an adjutant, at least. During his tenure as adjutant, he would only enter the throne room very rarely, unlike Darkus, who would only come out of the throne room during meal breaks. He didn't have any good methods. Druchi society was like this. He couldn't just say hello to the fear lords and say stop doing it. He could only suggest that if Darkus couldn't do it, he would bring the elite family guards back and forth. .
But Darkus also knows how Nukel used to be an adjutant. For example, Nukel stayed with Liu Che as Huo Guang's son, but he was more like the reincarnation of Huo Qubing and returned to Liu Che. This is completely Is it a level and concept? He didn't think it was necessary to bring family guards, so he refused, and he didn't think it was good feedback. Instead, it was more like showing weakness. He came up with a better way instead of having to accompany the gang at night. The over-energetic Drucci plays house. He wanted to reserve more energy to serve the Witch King and the Druchi society, but he believed that no matter whether he did well or not, there would still be ambitious Druchi who would come to him and try to step on him. Gain something, prove something.
The lower chambers of Malekith's Black Tower, once brightly lit and echoing with the wild laughter of courtiers and retainers, are now desolate, covered in cobwebs, filled with faded tapestries and haunting silence.
But now this is no problem, because Darkus directly reversed the operation and moved in with his brother and his followers. An old silver coin like him does not think this is a sign of weakness and lack of honor. The slaves and waiters cleaned each room again, and the rooms on the lower floor of the Black Tower returned to their former splendor and bustle.
Now Darkus is staying in the throne room, and sometimes Maranur takes his followers and his brother's followers to fight with real swords and guns in the courtyard outside. It may be a good thing from the Bainir Cult. Because, as long as the Black Guard and the Fear Lord don't end up, he won't give anything in vain, he can always take advantage. Franais has already stabbed two Nagarond martial arts masters to death with Quiteli Halberd.
Darkus had been staying with Malekith in the pitch-black throne room. Malekith very thoughtfully asked him if he wanted to turn on the witch lanterns hanging on the surrounding walls, but the witch lanterns glowed green. The light was too penetrating, so he shook his head and refused, saying that black would be fine.
Malekith has been teaching Dwarvish to Darkus, and he can tell that Malekith is really bored. Fortunately, he doesn't pull his hips, and he can already master the Dwarf language proficiently. But isn’t this Dwarf language? Now I have to raise a question mark. Maybe this is the Dwarvish language that Malekith understands, or it is the ancient version of Dwarvish language that has lagged behind several versions. He had to find an opportunity to test it out with fellow dwarves. Anyway, most of their conversations now were in dwarf language, and occasionally they spoke elvish language. Moreover, they also created many dwarf languages that only they two understood. Sometimes they would argue over the newly created Dwarvish language.
Sometimes Malekith would discuss philosophical issues with Darkus, sometimes Malekith would mutter to himself in a daze, sometimes Malekith would talk about his young wife, and sometimes Malekith would complain about his Mom, sometimes Malekith calls Darkus' name Alandrian.
Sometimes Malekith would tell Darkus about the glorious history of the past, how his father Aenarion was so awesome, and how he defeated the Chaos Demon. What he saw when he was traveling around the world when he was young was how awesome he was in battle. How was the battle with Asul when fighting for the Phoenix Throne, how was the counterattack on Nagaryth failed.
To Darkus, this is just a boring old man telling the glorious past of his youth, but the place is a little wrong. It should not be in the dark throne room, but in the place where the sun shines. Good Malekith is holding an orange in his hand, paying homage to the classic "Godfather" trilogy. He didn't even have to ask questions deliberately, the boring old man would tell them in detail, including various terms, the cause of the incident, the introduction of the place, etc. Sometimes he would repeat the exciting parts, and sometimes the content would be repeated yesterday. I've told it before, and I'll tell it again today. Although it talks about the same content, the way of describing it has changed. He thought of a very interesting thing, that is, one thing happened to three people, and then the three people told the story to a person who had not experienced it, regardless of the location and the incident. That person would regard the incident as three different things. .
However, Darkus felt that Malekith was bragging to him, both subjectively and objectively, but sometimes the things he said were comparable to what he knew. Besides, what Malekith needs is respect and listening. He is only responsible for respecting and listening. He doesn't care about so much.
The council chamber of the Black Tower of Malekith is a particularly horrific sight, the hall so empty that its vaulted ceiling and supporting columns are lost in darkness. The black marble surfaces of the walls are decorated with intricate reliefs, and occasionally huge reliefs are visible. The jagged portraits of the elven underground gods stare down from intricately carved reliefs. The gods' eyes are made of huge gems, their luster enhanced by a magic that gives the gems a sinister glow. Burning malice. The walls were hung with tapestries woven with blood-stained hair and blood-stained scalps, which horrified Darkus who entered the council chamber early. These curious things seemed to be a silent reminder of the time when Druchi dignitaries resisted the witches. The authority of the king and the ultimate fate of this rebellion.
In the center of the council chamber stood a large round table made of a single piece of obsidian. Darkus was very curious as to how this large round table was brought in in the first place. He looked at the emblems carved on the edge of the large round table. These emblems represented each person's position. A noble family that was lucky enough to sit there. He saw that behind many of the first sigils was a smaller sigil outlined with chipped ruby, indicating that the previous sigil had been deposed by Malekith and destroyed from the Dark Council and the world of the living, followed by others. The second emblem and the third emblem were re-engraved. It seems to confirm what Malekith said, the past is returning, life is constantly repeating, reincarnation is constantly going back and forth, life, death and rebirth. He saw the emblem of the Scourge of Hell and several emblems of the Krakarlond family. These emblems and several special beings have not changed in these five thousand years. Others have changed more or less. The most exaggerated ones There is one seat that is the eighth.
"I wonder if this seat will receive the ninth emblem next time." Darkus thought. Anyway, the Dark Council has nothing to do with him. He is only responsible for watching the show.
Usually this huge council chamber is vacant, this place is only used when the Dark Council is convened, with a hundred seats surrounding the large round table, curious seats made of blackened bones and peeling skin. Earning a seat at the Great Round Table is the highest honor in Druchi society, but it is also the most dangerous. The high-level core circle of Drukhi society consists of night governors, Valahar, fear lords, admirals, high-level sorceresses, high-level beast trainers, slave masters, etc. from several cities, but not all nobles are still alive. , not every time the Dark Council is held, it can be filled with hundreds of people.
Before the meeting was held, several Druchi dignitaries were already sitting on several seats. He stuck his head out to observe with great curiosity, and found that these Druchi dignitaries had been dead for a long time. Some of them are fresh and smell of decay, others have turned over time into dry husks, covered with dust and cobwebs. These unfortunates had displeased Malekith over the years, but they were also lucky! Because they are the core Drukhi dignitaries whether they are alive or dead, they are permanently involved!
There was still a while before the Dark Council convened. Darkus walked around the council hall curiously, seeing everything new. Now he went back to look at the reliefs of the elven underground gods, mainly because he didn't see them. Morayog Heg could only look at the abstract Edreeze.
Three swords behind each seat stood a black guard, their druchi halberds flashing with vicious sharpness. They were always waiting for orders from His Majesty the Witch King. But now the eyes of these black guards were following Darkos's strolling pace.
Morathi seemed to still be angry with her son. After returning that day, she became more and more angry. After entering the council chamber, she did not speak to her son. She just sat on the seat under the steps of the throne and observed Darkus. Darkus, who saw everything fresh, suddenly laughed. She seemed to have come up with a brilliant idea. She turned back and glanced at the two sorceresses standing behind her, but the two sorceresses behind her did not appear at the first place. Time observed, because the two sorceresses standing behind her were also looking at Darkus intently, but the two sorceresses reacted quickly at that moment. She did not say anything but raised her head again. Turned around.
Malekith sat quietly on the throne, observing Darkus who looked vaguely curious. Just when he was about to turn around and follow Darkus's footsteps, he suddenly saw his mother's ghostly smile. , he knew that his mother was going to do something again.
The Dark Council is about to enter the venue in a solemn atmosphere.
Malekith waited silently on his throne, bathed in shadow, his cursed fire dimmed by the effort of will so that he looked like an unmoving statue of black iron, and Darkus Wearing his classic noble robe with purple outer and crimson inner, he was already standing next to Malekith again. He quietly observed Drucci entering the hall from the shadows.
The leaders and dignitaries of several cities were the first to enter. There was no doubt that the first to enter was the Hell Calamity Family. Annasara and her son were wearing their usual aristocratic robes, high-level beast trainer Yeager, and Black Ark Admiral Dooley. Ya, the head of the Mogar family and the admiral of the Soul Claw, the head of the Thorny family, Walter, the head of the Godrich family, etc. There are also vacancies that are not present, such as Dastan of the Cold Eye family, etc.
The Hell's Disaster Family's position in Druch's core power circle is transcendent and central. Although the Dark Council all sit in the same seats, there are also shareholders and managers. The Hell's Disaster Family is more similar to franchisees and Shareholders and managers can be changed at will, but the shareholders remain immovable. Moreover, the Hell's Disaster Family needs strength, ability, status, and money, food, ships, and troops. Every time the Dark Council convenes, the Hell's Disaster Family only needs to do one thing, and that is to watch. Fun. Anyway, as long as you are loyal to the Witch King and can ensure the stability of Krakaronde and provide money, food, ships and troops, the rest has nothing to do with the Hell Calamity Family. Be the first to come in every time and the last to leave every time, and then see which smart dignitary can avoid falling victim to Malekith's violent temper, and which unlucky one can't leave. Malekith was always fickle with these powerful people, and it was normal for the number of powerful people leaving to be smaller than the number of powerful people coming in.
The opponent from Karonde Carl followed closely and began to enter the field under the leadership of the female Night Lord Kira. In Darkus' view, these Druchi dignitaries from the Slave Gate are a bit pretentious and exaggerated. These dignitaries basically do not wear noble robes, but are extremely stereotyped in manticore and multi-headed snake scale skins. Kaitan (noun, a warm shirt worn under robes and armor, which can also be used as a coat for those who are not qualified to wear robes), wearing a sea dragon scale cloak, a dragon tendon whip around their waist and thorns symbolizing their achievements as slave traders. Stick pendants, faces and limbs are generally covered with fatigue, and the pride is palpable. They sat in seats across from the Krakarond delegation, glaring fiercely across from them with pure hatred.
The powerful people of Kalonde Karl only taunted, cursed and threw things in low voices. The scene made Darkus not stop and almost laughed, but maybe they also have the capital to do so. After all, they had succeeded twice before. They all won the claw contest. He knew that Rakas from the Thousand Devours family was also here, but Loxia Corrupted Heart was absent and was probably still floating on the sea. He looked around and didn't know which one was Lacasse. These powerful people seemed to be carved from the same template. He didn't see any one with a particularly obvious scar on his mouth.
When Darkus was not observing, a Druchi dignitary caught his sight and looked at him. He was standing in the shadows, and there was nothing shining on him. No one would notice him. Besides, who would dare to look at the Witch King when he was free? Don't want to die?
The next dignitaries who entered the scene were the fear lords and admirals from Naggarond. As the capital of Druchi, Naggarond did not have positions such as night governor and Valahar, and was directly ruled by the Witch King. The first ones to come in were Aegireth (noun, Malekith's spy chief), Dread Lord Sirsis, Korem Trembling Sword, and so on.
There were also several fear lords that Darkos didn't know. He could see a terrible scar left by a Hun weapon on Aegirese's cheek. He knew that this spy chief was extremely influential in the Council. , although this has never been officially confirmed.
Then came the female admiral Drane Coldblood of the Black Ark Cursed Fortress, and the admiral Barnes Bale of the Black Ark Nagol. As soon as he entered, he glared at his brother-in-law, Vala of Hagrid Graves. Harlehan Fallen Blade. Admiral Korem the Shivering Sword, who is not the Admiral of the Black Ark, controls the fleet that patrols the seas east of Naggaroth.
The black arks that are now gathered in Naggarond are anchored in a large bay not far from the port of Naggarond, and a large number of plundering ships are staying in the port of Naggarond. After the Dark Parliament is over, these Black Ark and Reaver ships will be dispatched in swarms, spreading fear into the world.
Entering the scene again are Hagrid Grave's night governor Draka and Malus's good father Varahallehan Fallen Blade. Behind them are the heads of the eight families. These powerful people have monopolized Hagrid's power. ·All of Grave's disposable income, such as black marble, weapon workshop, slaves, cold lizards, etc.
Dirk Winterpaw, the leader of the Shadow Clan, followed closely behind. His bald head was tattooed with the Shadow Clan's pattern, his face had various piercing holes, and he wore a blood-red metal ring on his finger. Wearing a dark katan made of fur with a bronze ring, and a necklace with a rotten ear and tongue hanging from it around his neck, his appearance diverted the attention of the dignitaries already seated in their seats, The powerful people looked at him with undisguised contempt, and he responded to the disgusted looks of these powerful people living in the city with eyes of hatred.
What entered the council chamber again was a large number of fear lords. They were divided from Dracula's Spire in the west to Sargaris in the east. They were mainly to defend themselves against the Huns' attack. Under the arms of these fear lords who had just come off the battlefield. Holding his helmet and looking at the dignitaries on the seat with arrogant contempt, the fear lord of the Dark Light Tower also followed closely behind.
This group of male and female fear lords cannot be underestimated, because Darkus knows that each fear lord has a force of 80,000 druchi! What concept? Twenty thousand less than Sun Shiwan, eighty thousand!
"Should I also have a seat? Or two seats? Representing Edreze?" There were also several priests from various elven underground god sects. Darkus saw the high priest who served the incarnation of the fire god Ardaeus. There is a first-class flame sorceress, and a killing sister who seems to have just come out of the arena. There is no doubt that this is Adreze, the Lord of Blades.
The captain of the Black Guard, Coran Blackhand, then entered and sat on the seat at the entrance. His scarlet halberd stood beside him. The eyes in the slits of the helmet he used were constantly moving from one participant to the next. The person never stops.
"I smell the new blood that is about to appear."
All the participants turned to look at the powerful Hal Goncy who was about to enter. The leader was undoubtedly the witch Heliben. It may be that the Dark Council was convened at the wrong time. At this time the greatest bride of Kane was in her aging stage.
Helliben's skin lay like a thin veil over the emaciated muscles and bones, only partially hidden by the flayed Asur robes. Her face is a hideous mask of sunken flesh, and her eyes are ringed by black eye shadow, turning them into terrifying glares. Still, she showed no sign of weakness, and her movements into the room were smooth and steady.
Although Heliben now looks disgusting, it can be seen that she once had peerless beauty. Bloodstained white hair hangs around her waist, held in place by hooks, while hooks on her face bite into the flesh of her forehead, stretching the wrinkled skin. She smiled at the dignitaries looking at her, revealing her cracked teeth that were filed into sharp points, her gums were pale and bloodless, and her tongue, blackened by thousands of years of addiction, flicked between her upper and lower teeth.
Darkus looked at Helliben with eyes full of curiosity. Yes, it was curiosity. There was nothing heartbreaking about seeing his daughter like this five thousand years later. He traveled through time, he was Darkus, and he was not the reincarnation of Alandrian, because Heliben at this time was more abstract than what he had seen before.
After Heli himself came another Druchi from the Cain sect, the most notorious executioner Tularis the Fear-Bowler, followed by some of Hal Goncy's powerful men.
The Dark Council has officially begun.
(End of chapter)