Chapter 201 51. Druchi Chief Consul
Darkus had another strange and outrageous dream that night, but this time he did not dream of Qingbao Tianzun and the elves and gods. He dreamed that he was returning to Naggaroth from the Lustria continent on a clipper ship similar to a gaff sail (the sails of medieval elves were all gaff sails). As a result, he was attacked by an Asur dragon ship. It is a three-body structure that supports a ship. There are many towers and arrow towers on the deck. The huge golden parts that can be seen everywhere on the hull sparkle in the sun, and it can easily ride the wind and waves on the sea.
But what was faster than the dragon boat was the cold water swept up by the storm. The water was getting higher and higher and was heading towards him. Just when he felt desperate, a city more majestic than the dragon boat appeared on the sea in front of him. Between him and the huge waves, the waves hitting the tall city gate were instantly shattered. The vibration and loud noise seemed to awaken some ancient existence in the city.
Darkos thought it was the temple city Zamuda that had long sunk in the deep sea, but he thought it didn't look like Lustria style, it seemed to be another style. Suddenly, a huge figure like a mountain rose from the city. On the verge of madness, he saw Him turn around and move toward him overwhelmingly. At this time, extreme fear had made him unable to move. The two giant scarlet eyes like searchlights looked in his direction, and issued an indescribable, repetitive and monotonous whisper from the abyss. Finally, on the verge of collapse, he finally heard those two syllables clearly: V me 50!
Darkus recovered from the edge of collapse with a jolt and cursed angrily. The scene in front of him disappeared in front of him and was replaced by another scene.
The surroundings were extremely dark. He was sitting on a chair. Only the screen in front of him was on. The screen displayed the interface of the game "Victoria 3" (it's not fun yet, don't buy it!). Just as he was about to show off his skills and lead a country to rise. When GPS ranked first in the world, he suddenly felt something was wrong. This was not a Blue Star map, but a medieval map. He felt like he was playing an economical version of another game.
The country controlled by Darkus was Druchi of Naggaros. He began to place glass factories, food factories and furniture manufacturing factories in Naggarond. Hagrid Grave built a huge steelmaking complex. factories and weapons factories, Krakarond built a war machine factory and a huge shipyard, and Lustria's Cochen Plain was used as a plantation with a large number of livestock farms, tobacco plantations, fruit plantations, and cotton plantations. and sugar crop plantations.
The amazing thing is that there is a weird landmark building in Karondkar. The bonus provided by this landmark building will continue to increase. Labor dispatch provides labor, the religious city of Hal Gansi and the invasion of Gorunde that defends against the invasion of northern Yankees. He didn't manage it and let it develop naturally.
What's outrageous is that the university can't get it listed, and the development of science and technology is extremely slow. It all depends on the villagers sharing technology. Although he said no, he still lit up the technology of atmospheric steam engines, water tube boilers and railways. Finally, the power machinery factory was built in Haig Grave.
"I want to build railways in the medieval world!" As soon as Darkus finished shouting his heroic words, he realized that something was wrong. The number of merchant ships on the interface was gradually decreasing, and finally turned into a red negative number. The factory in Nagaros was blocked by merchant ships. All work was stopped, and the forces headed by the powerful Druchi began to lose satisfaction. When he was wondering what was wrong, he woke up from his dream.
"It's time to get up. Maranur has something important to ask you." Genevieve kept pushing Darkus and said softly after seeing Darkus open his eyes.
Darkus nodded and sat up from the bed. As soon as he sat down, he felt a splitting headache. It seemed that the whole world was spinning. He held his head for a long time before he regained his strength.
"There was news just now from the family that Valaharlehan of Hagrid Grave died last night in the manor north of Krakalond." Maranur announced the news at the dinner table.
The dignitaries, sorceresses and retinues who heard the news stopped eating and looked at Maranur waiting for the next words.
"The murderer is Lehan's youngest son, Malus Blackblade!" Maranur announced again.
As soon as these words came out, the Druchi people started to make an uproar, and then they whispered to each other. Only Walter was still eating breakfast silently. None of these smart Drucci looked at Walter, let alone teased him. They all knew that although Walter and Malus did the same thing, But essentially they are two different things.
"That black blade broke the law!"
"Who will inherit the title of Valahar?"
"I guess it's Lehan's second son Isvar, we can bet." Cowell concluded directly after taking a sip of wine said.
"I saw Isvar when I went to Hagrid Grave. He was a loser!" A high-level dark sorceress from the Hell Calamity family said contemptuously.
This sorceress was one of the members of the mother sect of the Anasara clan when Darkus was fighting to replace the fake soul dagger.
"The war is about to begin! The Black Ark Nagol is currently staying in Krakalond, waiting for the opportunity."
Darkus lowered his head while eating food and did not participate in the discussion. He knew that this day was coming, but he was not sure what would happen next. Things were quite noisy, and he found that there seemed to be no good point for him to intervene? After swallowing the food in his mouth, he drank a glass of wine to suppress it, stood up, nodded to the Druchs, and left immediately.
When he walked to the black steel door of the throne room, Darkus did not encounter Egerethe. It seemed that Malekith should have received the news earlier than him.
Instead of studying the engine, Malekith fell back into memories. He thought of his mother visiting him in the old world colony of Eshor Talarian.
"Osu'an is like an unrequited love object of mine. Although she has never accepted me, she has enough charm to make me imagine that one day she will agree to my advances. But a woman's youth always disappears, Osu'an. Ann will also become unattractive, maybe this is better, let me forget about the island and get in touch with the new world." Malekith said flatly.
Morathi was furious and slapped Malekith hard.
Malekith was stunned for a moment, then became furious and wanted to fight back, but Morathi grabbed his wrist.
"You are just a white-eyed wolf! Ulthuan is the land your father spent his whole life protecting. He protected it until his death! I thought you would be successful when you grow up, unlike Balshana and those in his palace. Fool! How dare you watch your father's legacy be destroyed like this! He even risked his life for that island, what reason do you have for not inheriting his legacy?" Morathi roared in a low voice.
Malekith tried hard to break away from Morathi, but Morathi immediately pulled him back.
"What's wrong, do you think I'm nagging you? Just like you hate your hometown?" "
They were right not to elect you as the Phoenix King during the election! It's not because your rule is tough, but because you are a A more complete idiot, less worthy of being the Phoenix King than Balshana." Morathi yelled hysterically while wiping her tears.
"Then what do you want me to do? We Nagaryth have conquered so many new lands for Ulthuan and forged the greatest alliance in history. What do you want me to do for Ulthuan?" Mare Keith finally couldn't stand Morathi's nagging anymore and shouted loudly.
"You yourself, the legacy left by Aenarion after his death, you are also part of it. You must rule there. That is what you still have to do. This is why Aenarion believed in Kane in the first place, because No other god is worthy of his loyalty, and neither are you." Morathi paused after speaking, and then said: "You must become the Phoenix King to protect Ulthuan. If you can do it, this girl will Be your woman, and after you return from the north, return to Ulthuan and protect us from the God of Chaos. I foresee a bad omen. War and blood will once again sweep across Ulthuan, and the colonies will become Ruins, if you don't stand up, everything we hold dear will be gone!"
"What did you say? When will this happen?" Malekith asked in shock.
"I just foresaw death and war. The elves of Nagaryth all went to the battlefield, just like your father did. I also warned the Phoenix King's council, but they didn't listen at all."
Malekith Seeing Morathi's face full of fear and hope, the little affection he had for his mother began to waver. He sighed and put an arm around his mother's shoulders. He didn't know whether he was excited or scared.
"My mother, I will find my destiny in the north." Morathi was still shaking with anger.
"I will protect Ulthuan, no matter what happens!" Malekith continued.
"I didn't expect my mother's prophecy to come true, but...heh." Malekith broke away from the memory.
"I think you should know the news, my dear Darkus." Malekith was sitting on the throne, holding his hands on the midnight armor on his face. He said directly after seeing Darkus come in. .
"My Majesty, I have just received the news."
"What are you going to do?"
"I want to intervene. The Nagor has been wandering in the Sea of Resentment for the past few centuries. Maybe it should play some value now." Dark After Us finished speaking, he added, "In addition, I want to integrate Hagrid Grave's resources to bring out the true energy of this city, instead of like it is now." "
According to your current situation Thoughts and ideas, where do you want to build a large factory? Factory!"
"Yes! Your Majesty. Factories and assembly lines, a steady stream of armor, weapons and war equipment are constantly being produced from the assembly lines!" Darkus He said decisively.
Malekith didn't say anything, but seemed to be thinking about something.
The dark rocks below Hagrid Grave are covered with mines and quarries, and groups of slaves work hard through them, providing nutrients and building blocks for Druch's war machine.
The biting cold wind that passes through the tunnels blows on the naked slaves, who toil away from any natural light with only the most humble food and merciless whipping. Even more tragic than this is the fact that there is no respite even in death, Darkrock is riddled with veins of warpstone, whose sinister power will reanimate the dead and keep them toiled until they collapse into a pile of shabby bones.
But thankfully, the situation is improving now. After thousands of years of mining the dimension stones in Dark Rock, there are not many dimension stones left. The slaves don't have to worry about standing up after death!
Fueled by its mineral wealth, Hagrid Grave prospered so much that the city's army and influence even threatened to surpass that of Naggarond. The city's druchi are so eager to escape their abysmal home that the forced conscription of other cities is completely unnecessary here.
In fact, in recent thousands of years, Hagrid Grave has earned a military reputation. The city's mercenaries are always hungry for profit, and the powerful have begun to send warriors to serve elsewhere in Naggaroth and borrow money from them. This opportunity infiltrates spies.
Hagrid Grave is so wealthy in armies, slaves, and money that if the city's eight families truly unite, they could even overthrow the Witch-King's rule.
Malekith realized this, and spared no effort to use various political methods to make the powerful people of Hagrid Grave gnash their teeth and fight with each other, unable to get together. He hardly needed to worry. Conspiracy, stumbling and betrayal were already common among the powerful when faced with so much wealth.
"So do you have any good ideas now?" Malekith asked after a long time.
Darkus knew that Malekith was trying to test him. He knew the script, but he couldn't spoil it, and his method didn't seem to be perfect. It was even a bit rough. It was so rough that these Druchies couldn't. Look directly.
"The device is ready, and I can't wait to go to Hagrid Grave to experiment with it." Darkus thought of a nonsensical reason and started laughing at the end.
Malekith also started laughing after hearing this.
"Then what do you need me to do? My dear Darkus." Malekith asked jokingly after he finished laughing, looking at Darkus with burning orange eyes.
"The hand of the Witch King?" Darkus knew that the highlight was coming. After careful consideration, he cautiously asked.
"Okay! No problem. It's time to formalize the title of 'Hand of the Witch King'. Darkus, starting from today, I will name you the 'Chief Consul of Druchi' to take charge of the entire Nagaroth on my behalf." Affairs, and do you need an Iron Writ to go to Hagrid Grave?" Malekith said without thinking.
"Your Majesty, this, this?" Darkus was shocked and stuttered when he spoke. He called him a good guy in his heart. The Witch King's Hand was just a title like a champion, with only social status. Moreover, the position of Chief Consul of Druch is greater, and his political power and status in Druch is greater than that of the Night Governor and Valahar, which is equivalent to the existence of the second-in-command. Of course, Morathi and Heliben, two near-immortal beings, should or should not criticize him.
"Yes, my lieutenant, you are now the Chief Consul of Druch, just as I once made Alandrian the Prince of Nagaryth and the Ruler of Esho Talarian." Mare Keith laughed at Darkus's expression, and then said, "I originally planned to wait a few days before announcing this, but your proposal forced me to tell you in advance." After speaking,
Malekith He stood up and patted Darkus on the shoulder.
"You will be my agent. Your talents lie in domestic affairs and diplomacy. Rule this place in your own way, in the way of Nagaryth, and do your best to let us rule Ulthuan!"
Malekith finished. An empty wine glass appeared out of thin air in his hand, and a wine glass filled with liquid also appeared in Darkos's hand.
"Greetings to you, Chief Consul Druch!"
"Come to Ulthuan!" Darkus had not yet recovered from the shock, and drank the liquid into his mouth in a daze, and then said.
"I'm thinking, this is too fast."
I'm stuck. It's hard to write what follows. There's still a lot to do about moving
(end of chapter)