Chapter 206 56. Boring Political Game
Old World, Athel Loren Forest. Lord Dais recovered from the downtime again, and hit the anvil hard with the hammer raised high, as if nothing had happened.
Drusala manipulated black magic to release Nasir, and several dignitaries with quick hands and quick eyes jumped off the cold lizard and ran to his side to check.
"Sir, he suffered severe trauma. His eyes were disabled, his pupils were ruptured, and he was poisoned." Renn opened Nasser's eyelids, and black blood was still flowing out from the injured area of the eyeball. , and soon he closed his eyelids and shook his head at Darkus.
Darkus nodded to indicate that he understood, then turned to look at Colonia, who nodded in understanding and walked over. He took out the medicine from his arms and poured it on Naser's wound, and began to use black magic to treat it. .
Genevieve felt that Darkus was interested in the wounded man who fell from the sky, so she also walked over to help.
Nasser, who was in a coma, screamed in pain, but showed no signs of waking up. This may be because he was too deeply poisoned.
Darkus felt that this Druchi who fell from the sky inexplicably was a bit strange, the time and method were very strange. He suddenly thought about the abnormal behavior of Naika (the cold-eyed pirate captain who has followed the protagonist since the trial) in the Lustria continent. Is this another good show put on by the Qingbao Tianzun? He did not feel the power of destiny in this Druchi, and he did not remember that Hagrid Grave had such a number one figure, but it was a bit strange. It seemed that this Druchi had some strange connection with him. .
Darkus stopped thinking and turned to look at the butler who was confused.
"Sir, he seems to be a blacksmith?" The butler gave a little more force this time, but only a little.
"Blacksmith?" Darkus raised his eyebrows and muttered in a low voice. He felt even weirder, as if there was something in the dark. Does he need a blacksmith? need! Does he need a blacksmith? No need! What he needs now is a planner who can plan and build large factories, not a craftsman who can only swing a hammer.
Planners are rare talents. Darkus thought that there were only a few reliable ones in the entire medieval world. Druchi didn't expect him. Maybe he was lucky enough to be able to defeat Hagrid Grave's huge number of dwarves. One of the slaves was found. The question is, is there a steel factory in the dwarf world? He didn't seem to have the impression.
Darkos wanted to build a framework on his own first, but if he couldn't find a way to find it among the Chaos Dwarves, he also longed for the Chaos Dwarfs to manage the green skins. After all, there were abundant green skin resources in the north of Naggaroth, and they were in the mountains every day. Fighting or attacking patrols and baggage trains is not an option, it is too wasteful. He even planned to send an army to go on an expedition to the Dark Land to collide with the Chaos Dwarves if it didn't work out.
"Before the dinner begins, I need to know his origin and what happened." Darkus said to the butler, and he decided to take this Druch away first to see what was going on.
The steward nodded respectfully and said something to a Druchi retainer beside him, and then the retainer left the team.
The team didn't stop for long, but continued to set off. The half-dead Nasser was placed on a cart pulling a wind turbine.
Darkus asked the butler to introduce the Night Governor Castle, which looked like a living creature in the mist. This castle was completely different from the Night Governor Castle in Krakalond. To put it bluntly, it was the complete opposite.
It began as a relatively small castle with an octagonal wall covering an area of no more than two square kilometers and four defensive walls, each built around a new phase of expansion. The castle is a collection of fortified towers consisting of spiers, courtyards, and cul-de-sacs, surrounded by high walls both inside and outside, and contains the residences of various Druchi magnates and ladies, as well as the monastery of witches and the enclosure of the Cold Lizard.
Also, because dwarf slaves were expensive and relatively scarce, it would take many years for necessary repairs and replenishments to be made. While part of the castle fell into ruins, other parts were built on top of and around it, creating a crazy maze of chaotic corridors, abandoned towers and brick-lined courtyards.
It is said that no one fully understands the description of the castle, not even him as the steward of Night Governor Castle. New servants were often sent to run errands inside the huge castle. If they disappeared, they were really missing and could not be found at all.
Darkus and Maranur looked at each other and nodded to each other. They felt that the strange architectural style of this Night Governor Castle just satisfied their imagination of fantasy adventures when they were children. (How else? That chapter talks about it.)
Hagrid Grave straddled the narrow valley floor like a nautilus crouching on a dam. The wide streets, which contributed to the workshops that constituted the city's main source of wealth, radiated from the huge Square of the Conquest, which extended to the foot of the Nightdower Castle.
The House of the Fallen Blades (Lehan's House) and its associated magnate buildings occupy an entire set of towers on the east side of Nightlord's Castle, and occupy the three mountainous entrances to the large workshop to the east and the wide avenue that leads north to the Road Caves. . Many of the towers were connected by narrow bridges, allowing dignitaries to enter and exit without having to make the long walk down to the castle's public floors and back up again.
But this is just a theory. In fact, the powerful members of the Fallen Blade family all use the public floors. They regard bridges as an invitation for murder and carefully avoid bridges.
These were all what Darkus saw with a monocular while standing above the Night Governor Castle. He handed the monocular to Maranur who was standing next to him.
"There are so many workshops here, all over the place." Maranur started to look through the telescope and couldn't help but sigh.
Darkus shook his head. He felt that these workshops were simply adding more flour and water, and adding more water and flour could only barely meet the black steel and weapons needs of the entire Druchi society. There was no potential for upgrading, let alone What kind of industrial revolution might break out.
"How big is the factory you envision?" Maranur asked in a normal tone.
"Infinite." Darkus said casually. Maranur put down the monocular and looked at Darkus with some surprise. Darkus nodded to him in confirmation. He then curled his lips, shook his head, and handed the monocular to Cowell beside him.
"Sir, maybe that's the only place that's suitable and can meet your needs." After looking at it for a while, Cowell pointed to a place and said.
Darkus doesn't have to worry too much about the choice of the factory site now. He knows that Hagrid Grave will face a destruction soon, so there is no need to worry about choosing when the time comes. New destruction and new atmosphere, right?
The topic of discussion among the powerful quickly changed from the factory site to the upcoming war. According to reliable information, the commander of the Nagol Ark was that good-for-nothing Verlan. In Maranur's words, Furlan is the spoiled son of Burroughs and the conqueror of Hagrid Grave, of course the latter is a joke.
What's even more outrageous than this is that Malus somehow became the commander of one of the troops on the Nagor. Moreover, according to unreliable information, there was a strange female Druch beside Malus. The faceless female Druch is most likely Malus's third sister Nagalia, a Chaos follower who is wanted by Hagrid Grave.
In the end, the Druchi dignitaries came to the conclusion that novices were pecking each other!
In Darkus' view, these idiots are wasting Druchi's few remaining resources, but it doesn't matter, the king's arrival in Ulthuan will not start tomorrow. Appropriate deletions will be good for him. He is here to be a referee. There is no need for him to roll up his sleeves and get off the field. How can a referee get off the field? He is not Chongzhen, he just needs to wait quietly and boredly.
While Darkus and the others were chatting, the information about the blacksmith was also investigated clearly. The story was also very boring. It was just a story about a down-and-out family fighting against an emerging family. The emerging family had some kind of connection with one of the eight families.
Darkus lost interest after listening for a while. He felt a bit boring and cliche. Although he had never experienced it, he had already escaped from this kind of lame fight.
In the evening, Lord Draka held a grand welcome dinner for Darkus.
In his heart, Darkus didn't want to go and was resisting. He didn't like dealing with this group of Druchi, but due to his identity, situation and interests, he still had to go.
All the dignitaries from Hagrid Grave that Darkus saw in the Dark Parliament have come, and there are also some children from powerful families waiting in the courtyard. These children are not qualified to enter the main hall and can only accompany them in the courtyard. With the Darkus brothers and the low-level followers brought by Dorian.
Darkus saw the old face Kradin Crooked Claw (appeared in the chapter "Dreams Come True"), but Kradin's sideways body suddenly turned his back to the hall after seeing him appear, and there was no trace of him at all. Dare to look in his direction. He recalled that Cradin had promised him to return his property a thousand times within a hundred years, but he did not walk over or call Cradin to ask. He had already gotten rid of that low taste, and there were still nearly nine months left. Ten years, isn't it?
Cradin, who was mixed in the crowd, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Darkus entering the Night Governor's Hall with his peripheral vision. He was really afraid that Darkus would suddenly call him. Maybe he was overthinking it, and Darkus might not remember him at all. He found that he had a different feeling after seeing Darkus now, and it was not because of Darkus' identity.
In the same year, he came of age and went to sea for trial. In the next eight years, Darkus became the hand of the Witch King, and became a person below one person and above ten thousand people in Druch society. However, Kradin fled back from the Lustria continent in disgrace. His early investment, soldiers and retinues had all vanished into nothing, disappearing into the strange mist.
Cradin felt a little jealous, but more confused, confused and longing. He didn't know where his future would be. He suddenly remembered that he had promised Dacus to serve him for a hundred years or a hundred years. He will return his property a thousand times, but the question is, can Darkus like him now?
After entering the hall, Darkus saw Isvar. The decent noble robes could not hide Isvar's plump figure. His skin showed a strange green color, which was said to be caused by years of taking strong spirits and mind-changing powder. Becomes loose and swollen. The black hair is braided with dozens of small hooks and barbs, and the long, drooping beard hangs like two slender tusks on the edge of the pointed chin. The slender fingers were covered with old blood drops, and the nails were sharp, dark, and trembling all the time. Even with his hands behind his back, he could feel Isvar's fingers trembling and dancing like the legs of a cave spider.
Darkus thought of the artist whose hands could not control his trembling in the movie "The Fall of the Empire". He suddenly couldn't help but smile, and then pointed Hexi's smile at Isvar. He had already dealt with a The leader of the Slaanesh sect in Krakarond, he didn't mind disposing of Hagrid Grave's as well, as a contribution to Drukhi society. Maybe the Lord of Joy would like his gift.
It is said that at some point in the past, Isvar and his brother made some kind of agreement, with his Brugliel harvesting flesh and money from outside Naggaroth, while he would be responsible for the work of Hagrid Grey. Investments were made in various cities of Hufu and Nagaros, but all of this was turned into smoke with the death of Brugliel.
Even more noisy than this is the fact that Isvar's tower is said to be a charnel house, comparable to the Temple of Cain elsewhere in the city. He would bathe daily in the blood of his tortured victims, and was said to be the leader of the Slaanesh sect of Hagrid Grave, although the sect has now been destroyed and pointed the finger at him, but there is no sufficient evidence. He has always been at large, and now, even more outrageously, he has become Hagrid Grave's Valahar, although Malekith has not admitted it.
Isvar did not wear armor or even a sword. Why did he wear armor at the banquet for Dax? They all attended in noble robes. He could understand without the sword, and according to intelligence, Isvar often disdained to carry a sword in public.
Isvar came over, and Darkus congratulated him sincerely on temporarily becoming Hagrid Grave's Valahar, and encouraged him a few words, as if he had been recognized by Malekith. An ugly smile appeared on his swollen face.
After the separation, Isvar's face returned to coldness and cruelty. Darkus walked to another place and started chatting. Although he didn't like this, he still had to learn to adapt gradually. Maybe there would be more such banquets after he came to Ulthuan? After all, his goal is to rule Ulthuan, not to chop up all the Asur.
Darkus felt that this Isvar was not as simple as the intelligence said. Although his intuition was accurate, the outline of the script somewhat confused his judgment. He only knew that the two sides fought. As for who won first and lost later, After defeat and victory, he couldn't remember who crushed whom.
The banquet went on very harmoniously, full of laughter and laughter, as if Hagrid Grave had won the blood feud.
Darkus knew that the armies of the eight powerful families had no intention of mobilizing, but chose to sit on the sidelines and use them as capital for the subsequent struggle for political interests. These powerful people all complimented him and kept fawning over him, but he was not stupid enough to take it seriously. One thing on the surface and another behind the scenes was the norm in Druchi society. Not only was Druchi society different, these The powerful may not recognize him, may be dismissive of him, or may want to take advantage of him, but it doesn't matter, after all, there is still a long way to go, and there is still fun waiting for him.
Night Governor Draka just welcomed the arrival of Darkus. There are no weaklings in Naggaroth. He didn't say any nonsense about mediation. He was not crazy enough yet. If he wanted to mediate, he couldn't be here. In this situation, how could such a special thing be made public? (Jiang Wen's lines)
While the banquet was proceeding in a friendly and cheerful atmosphere, Hagrid Grave and the troops of the Nagol were already at war.
(End of chapter)