Chapter 566 417 Brother Zhongma in a Rage

A thin layer of mist appeared on the huge silver mirror standing in the center of the tent. The dispersion of the mist made the tent become even colder, and the previous scene appeared in the silver mirror again.

As the cold blue light becomes visible, the scene in the silver mirror becomes clearer, making the surroundings grow colder. Fortunately, Darkus was not afraid. Ever since he got that strange heart, he had gradually adapted to the cold, and soon the video call was connected.

Darkus and Malekith stared at each other for a while. No one said anything, they just looked at each other, because they were both a little angry now... They were preparing their own moves. , waiting for the next showdown.

Malekith was angry because Darkus had never contacted him since the last time he contacted him. Then the two most powerful beings in Nagaros came into conflict. Darkus didn't take the initiative to contact him, and he didn't take the initiative to contact Darkus, so it was just a waste of time.

However, Darkus said he had no knowledge of this matter!

As for Darkus... he was surprised when the screen was first connected, because he felt that the scene in the mirror was very familiar. At first, the mirror was facing the wall, and he was a little unsure. It was not until the mirror slowly turned and Malekith appeared in the picture that he was sure where Malekith was.

"You are still the same. You have always been like this. Aren't you allowed to say something? Aren't you ready to greet me? You know, I am your elder!" After another moment of stalemate, finally Malekith asked slowly.

"Oh my God, my sofa! What did you do to my sofa?" Faced with the gaze of the Witch King of Nagaros, Darkus couldn't help but shudder. He was used to Malekith's things. He didn't take what Malekith said seriously either. Besides, what are you asking? How's your body? have you eaten? Whichever pot is not opened, which pot should be picked up, right? Leaning forward on the stool, he straightened up, spread his hands and said helplessly, and he also made a pun.

The sofa belonging to Darkus' room in Krakarond Night Governor's Castle has changed beyond recognition. Both sides of the sofa were still intact, but the middle had been completely collapsed by Malekith's sitting on it. The structure supporting the sofa was damaged by Malekith's sitting on it. The fine leather of the sofa was changed beyond recognition by the flames spurting out from the gaps in the Midnight Armor. , if it were sold at the market in Krakalond, some fools would believe it if it was said to be dragon skin.

To Darkus, the sofa looked like a torpedo accurately hitting the middle of the destroyer. The violent explosion directly broke the keel and support structure of the destroyer. Even the damage control on the destroyer could not save it. came back. The sofa is like a destroyer that is slowly sinking with its two ends tilted up, and Malekith, the torpedo, is sitting in the center of the destroyer. Rather than sitting on the sofa, it is better to say that it is already sitting on the ground. There is nowhere to put her long legs.

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"It's okay... I asked Aigirethe to return to Nagaros." Darkus said lightly.

"You didn't let him follow you to Athel Loren? His information?" Malekith asked nonchalantly while rubbing his fingers.

"Before we parted, he provided me with a piece of information that was enough for me to support my upcoming journey to Athel Loren. He did a very good job. I may stay in Athel Loren for a few years, but he did not stay there. Naggaroth needs him."

Darkus knew Malekith too well, and he knew that there was a clear murderous intention hidden in Malekith's seemingly casual inquiry. Malekith is already angry. If he says something about Aigirethe at this time, Malekith will definitely pour his anger on Aigirethe's head. Maybe he will return to Naggaroth. , Aijerese has changed again.

However, Darkus had no need to stab Aigiless in the back. In his opinion, Aigiless was doing a very good job now. He was a senior intelligence officer who at least knew what he needed.

"I asked him to bring back something crucial!" Darkus raised his finger and said mysteriously. Facing the angry Malekith, he had no choice but to find a topic. Who knows when this broken mirror will be disconnected, and it won't be a problem to keep staring at it.

"oh?"

"The Mystic Ball, I found an ancient holy ruins in Altdorf. There is a black box device there that can transform Deha to create the magic eight wind energy balls needed. It is different from ordinary energy stones and what we have in the Lustria continent The Star Stones we see are different. The energy contained in the Mystical Ball is very powerful, several times that of ordinary energy stones."

"Why did you stay in Athel Loren for several years? Is there anything about those tree-dwelling cousins ​​that attracted you?"

Malekith knew that this so-called secret sphere could urgently solve the energy problem of the assault ship, but his mind was not on that. What Darkus said to him on the Lustria continent was accurate. He could feel that he was getting weaker and weaker. This weakness came from the torture of his soul. The torture made him fragile, hesitant, and painful. and bewildered. Now he can no longer calm down and take one thing seriously. His mind is filled with the past, present, and future.

Those affairs could not relieve Malekith. He also thought about killing people, but he restrained himself. What he most urgently wants now is that Darkus can return to him immediately, instead of continuing to wander around Ersin Alvin for a few more years.

"Yes, a lot... At the same time, I have to wait for the Sovereign invested by Lustria to arrive. If I go back early, I will go to Lustria first. Asheril is too important to us, and... it won't be very effective if I return to Naggaroth early." Daquus answered truthfully. He didn't want to return to Naggaroth early. He had to wait for the cash flow of those dignitaries to arrive. Only in this way can the effect be maximized, so that those Duruchi soldiers will not die in the civil war, and the seeds for future reforms can be preserved as much as possible.

"In fact, it doesn't have to be so troublesome, it doesn't have to be so troublesome!" Malekith said at the end and started an uncontrollable roar.

Koulan, who was guarding outside the door, moved his pointed ears. At that moment, he seemed to catch something. He could feel the anger of the Witch King. The Witch King hadn't been so angry for a long time.

Then, Koulan turned his head and looked at Kesley standing on the other side. He had been practicing martial arts with Kesley for a while, and he was familiar with him. He knew that Kesley had heard it, and after he glared at Kesley, he turned his head and continued to maintain the previous posture before Kesley glared back.

"Order! Naggaroth needs order!"

Darkius knew that Malekith's Weibo style had come out again. If he submitted a list in exchange for his early return, Malekith would definitely pick up a knife immediately, but the problem was... he didn't have one. The only one who had one was Morathi, but the problem was that Malekith couldn't do it... If Malekith could do it, Morathi would have died long ago.

At this moment, Darkius could also feel that Malekith was getting weaker and weaker, which was why Malekith urgently needed him to go back. None of the things he did were important to Malekith. The most important thing for Malekith was that he returned to Naggaroth immediately. However, he was not Steiner, and he would not return to Naggaroth until things were resolved.

"I am very confused now." After a moment of stalemate, Darkius threw out his inner confusion.

"Oh? You still have confusion? Our Chief Archon of Druki actually has confusion! How strange, how weird!" Malekith responded strangely.

"Why don't I have it? I have a lot of confusion. If you want to hear it, I will share it with you one by one when we meet next time." Dacus said calmly with his hands spread out. He ignored Malekith's sarcasm and continued his topic, "Tomorrow I will have a formal meeting with those red dragons..."

"Can you guarantee your safety? As far as I know, those red dragons are not as easy to talk to as I am!" Before Dacus finished speaking, Malekith couldn't wait to interrupt Dacus.

"?" Dacus's calm expression changed, becoming complicated and confused. He closed his mouth, and his uncomfortable expression was like a monkey with a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks. He was holding back his laughter, and he was afraid that he would laugh suddenly. He wanted to ask Malekith, do you want to listen to what you are saying, what the hell is called red dragons are not as easy to talk to as I am? What a black humor.

"This joke is too cold. I am confident in my safety, otherwise I would not have attended the meeting. The problem now is that I don't think my conditions can attract those red dragons."

"Then why are you going? What are you going for? Wasting time?" Malekith was irritated. He felt that Dacus was deliberately irritating him.

"You have to meet and talk, right? This is why I contacted you. And my Witch King, my elder, you have to control yourself, especially when I am not here. This is very important for you!

If you really have nothing to do, you can repair your black tower, especially the lower area, which needs to be restarted. I don't want it to be the same as before when I go back. That would be a real waste! Or you can go and see the children in the orphanage and teach them how to become a qualified official. That is a very important force. We still have a long way to go, and there are still many things we need to do!"

Seeing that the time was almost right, Dacus activated his skills. He spoke jokingly in a serious tone. He was no longer persuading, but teaching. If this matter were told, Naggaroth's Druki would be shocked, and his evaluation of him would be raised to a higher level, confirming the rumors from Lakas' mouth. However, this word could not be spread, he was not that fierce, and Malekith would not say it.

"You imposed those things on me! Dakwus! I don't owe anyone anything!" Malekith knew that Dakwus was teaching him a lesson. If possible, he really wanted to give Dakwus, who he thought was the Witch King's hand, a punch. However, he could do nothing, he could only roar at Dakwus.

"Those things are what you need to do. You are the heir of Aenarion! You will be crowned the Phoenix King in the future! Not to mention the past and the present, for the future, for your father, for this world, for you, for me. King of Ulthuan is just our first step. There are a lot of things behind, and many battles need you to fight. History will give us a fair evaluation." Dakwus stood up while speaking, leaning over the mirror and speaking softly.

Malekith was silenced by Dacus' words.

"In addition to the secret ball, I also have a very important stone tablet in my hand. It does not record prophecies or anything like that, but a strange spell." Seeing that Malekith was no longer irritable and had no interest in talking, Dacus threw out the topic and continued to talk to himself, "Dragon Transformation Technique!"

"Dragon Transformation Technique?"

"Do you know Cathay?" Darkus asked a question mysteriously. After asking, he regretted a little. This was tantamount to giving away the initiative.

"Dear Darkus, I want to remind you that contact time is very precious!" Malekith, who seized the opportunity, launched a fierce counterattack.

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"The dragons of Cathay can transform from dragons into humans, and they can also transform from humans into dragons. If necessary, give them the Dragon Transformation Technique!"

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"Don't look at me with that look. Do I look like a fool? Huh?" After seeing Dacus's eyes, Malekith stood up from the ground with a huff, came to the mirror and looked at Dacus in the mirror. Keus roared.

Darkus nodded. He didn't deliberately anger Malekith this time. He really meant it.

"?" Malekith was really angry, and blazing flames spurted out from the gaps in Midnight's armor. He gestured with his fists at Darkus and roared, "I know you! Darkus! I know you are here What are you confused about, but I think your confusion is too ridiculous. This world belongs to the elves! Sooner or later, I will return to Elsin Alvin with the army of elves and rescue the Aeso Tower trapped in the sea. Larion pull out! Like that city called Chapeuto!

Those lizardmen aren't going to come out and fight the elves for the world! No matter how powerful they are, they will stay in the jungle unless... you! You call them out!

What are those red dragons? Just a bunch of beasts! What is the difference between them and the cattle and sheep in the pen? How many are they? Ten? One hundred? A thousand? No matter how many, they will be killed! What if they turned into elves and lived in the society of elves? Will they become the Phoenix King? Or the beloved eternal queen? They cannot be! It can never be! In this case, what if they become humans? What are you confused about? Worried about them stealing rights? Superfluous! ridiculous!

As long as you and I are here, as long as the elves are there, whether it is Druchi or Aslay, or those Enil and Aslay who live in the forest, these red dragons will not be able to make waves. They are selfish and warlike. , cruel, cunning, arrogant, greedy, and unruly, but think about it carefully! So why not the elves? You don't really think about your relatives on Ulthuan, do you? Don't tell me you have fantasies in your head! ridiculous! When you actually meet those Assur cousins, I promise! They will definitely surprise you! Are you fooling around in Ersin Alvin? My dear Darkus! "

Darkus ignored Malekith, who was showing off his domineering attitude and making his hand armor creak loudly. He knew that Malekith was looking for trouble at this moment. He could teach Malekith a lesson, and Malekith could also turn around. scold him. He and Malekith often bickered and scolded each other. It was just a matter of course, and he was used to it. At this moment, he looked at Malekith in the mirror and wondered, had he complicated things before? In fact, it is very simple?

This is the medieval Warhammer world, not Dungeons and Dragons. The dragons here are not as outrageous as next door, nor are they as friendly as the five-color dragons in Azeroth. They are in the middle of the two. At least there are no green dragons in this world, only forest dragons that look similar, but there are essential differences between forest dragons and green dragons.

The green dragon next door is known for being cruel, cunning, and violent even among its fellow evil dragons. It is a warlike creature and a master of political intrigue. Usually living in wild dense forests, the older and bigger the forest, the better. They are only willing to obey the orders of a very few people who have power above them. If their master's power begins to weaken, it is best to be careful, because there is no word loyalty in their dictionary.

However, the Bagir that Darkus was familiar with was completely different from the green dragon next door. In his opinion, Bagir was a very gentle dragon, and at least he was willing to let him ride on his back and listen to him tell the story of the black dragon. . He is also willing to fly around like Ziganwu and act as a broker to contact other dragons in Elsin Alvin.

That red dragon?

"Don't you have anything to say?" Malekith, who was ready to respond, called out to Darkus, who was deep in thought.

"No! I think you're right."

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"If this comes to pass, where are the black dragons?" Then Darkus asked another question that puzzled him. The hatching of black dragons had stopped, but Naggaros still had a certain number of black dragons.

"You ask me? You ask me?"

Darkus turned his head, as if Malekith's spit in the mirror was about to spray on his face. He could feel that today's little brother, no, it was the middle brother who was very irritable. The younger brother is his cousin Maranur, so Malekith can only be the middle brother, old horse? Old horse, old horse, it must be Mazdam Moody, his beloved horse master, the eternal horse master.

At this moment, Darkus felt that he was not Su Chuo, but Tian Ji, Tian Ji's horse racing Tian Ji. If I move out the old horse, the middle horse and the small horse, how should you respond? But it was just Tian Ji racing a horse, so he would not end up like Tian Ji.

Darkos' most important base is not in Nagaros, but in the continent of Lustria. As long as the continent of Lustria is safe, he will have no trouble. Even if Malekith falls out with him, it won't be able to do anything to him. The worst he can do is stop playing and just continue to complain in the next era. The problem is that Malekith won't do anything to him at all...unless Malekith It's crazy.

As a man, there are always a few days every month, and Malekith is also like this when he is in a state of illness. However, Malekith is different in that those days are relatively calm emo, and he is relatively irritable at other times.

All this is related to the illusion that Malekith saw in the continent of Lustria. Dacus had expected it at the beginning, and now the sequelae are gradually emerging. He is Malekith's medicine. The problem is that he is not with Malekith, but he can change another way, follow the times, see a doctor online, and consult a doctor remotely. Irritability... just vent it out, and it will be fine after venting, and it will enter a cooling period. Dacus knows Malekith's urine too well.

"Yeah! It seems that there is no one else except you and me?" Dacus said while looking around, as if there is another person in the huge tent.

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Darkius curled his lips and made an expression that was already so annoying.

"This is your problem! Daxus! Are you stupid? Look at yourself in a mirror now, take a good look at yourself! Have you forgotten? There are six black dragons in your family! Solve? How to solve! How do you want to solve? How should I solve it? Do you need me to lend you the Sunfire Sword? If not, take the Destroyer too. Oh~ By the way, there is also the Cain Dimension Sword in the warehouse, you can use it too!"

Faced with Malekith's sarcastic response, Daxus touched his chin in silence. The black dragon was a confusing problem for him. Unlike Malekith, the black dragon could not cure the heart first. The black dragon has become irreversible.

Unless there is more advanced magic or other things, such as biological transformation technology? The problem is... the number of black dragons in Naggaroth currently does not exceed fifty, scattered in the hands of various families. Even if the size and combat effectiveness of the black dragon are not as good as the red dragon, it is also an important power and trump card in the hands of the powerful.

Malekith was right. Dacus didn't think he had the face to let those dignitaries kill all the black dragons. This was not a military reform. Those dignitaries would never agree to it. He couldn't kill all the dignitaries because of the black dragon. That would be nonsense. It was pure nonsense. Interests had to be exchanged and chosen, unless he promised the dignitaries that after solving the black dragon, he would get the corresponding red dragon. That was even more nonsense. The face hadn't been met yet, and the matter was still far from being realized.

"It's not easy! Hello? Hello? Hello...? Damn, it's broken again. It's really unreliable." Dacus responded after thinking for a moment. However, as soon as he said this, Malekith in the mirror became abstract. After flickering for a moment, the silver mirror returned to its original appearance.

On the other side, Malekith, who suddenly lost the image in the mirror, knew that the connection was broken again. He looked at himself in the mirror for a moment, and then, like last time, he punched it directly, and the second silver mirror was also shattered by his Witch King's fist.

"Go to the training ground!" Malekith said fiercely after opening the door, and then walked to the back of the castle without looking back.

Kolan and Kesley looked at each other, and then quickly followed the Witch King. They kept the three swords and knew that the Witch King was very angry now, very angry, and they would face the Witch King's anger next.

"Wake up Newker!" Malekith suddenly thought of something and added.

Dakuus, who walked out of the tent, stretched his waist. When he was halfway through the stretch, he raised his head. His eyes were attracted by a group of flaming figures in the night sky. Looking at the flight trajectory, he knew that this was the dragon coming to Dragon Castle for a meeting.

"Sir, there are three, and now it's the fourth." Franes, who had been guarding outside the door, sighed.

"If... I mean if..., there is a dragon that turns into an elf, stands beside you, and does the same thing as you, what would you think? What would you do?" Dacus nodded, turned his head to look at Franes and asked a very stupid question.

"Sir?" Franes, who was still looking up at the sky, was confused by Dacus's inexplicable question. After thinking for a moment, he said seriously, "Since it has become an elf, it should follow the rules of the elves. If the dragon does not follow the rules of the elves, then it has no value and meaning of existence."

"The fifth one, no, the sixth one." Dacus did not respond to Franes' words, but sighed while looking at the sky.

"Isha's tears, there are so many dragons. Is Aunt Liv there?" Nestra, standing on Sesin-Hal's back, first shook her black hair that flew in front of her eyes, then stood up lively, looked at the Dragon Castle that was close at hand, and said in an excited tone.

Alohan, with white hair, did not respond to Nestra, but looked forward with indifferent eyes.

"Yes, there are many dragons. This is the first time I have seen such a scene. This is why I brought you here." Sesin-Hal had long been accustomed to the way of communication with the sisters on her back. After she finished speaking, she stretched out her wings. When her wings were straightened, she made a downward dive and dived rapidly towards the Dragon Castle.

"The seventh one." Gilead, who was lying on the blanket and looking at the sky, murmured, and then he turned his head to look at the sky and asked Faithwell, "Do you think we will go tomorrow?"

Gilde had already recovered by then. At first, he was a little embarrassed, panicked and anxious. He couldn't say he liked it, but it was more of a habit. He was used to living with this group of elves, and he cared. He was worried that his behavior when facing the crazy beast would be seen by someone with ulterior motives, but in the end... nothing happened. Everyone's performance that day was almost the same, and no one had the right to criticize anyone. Afterwards, Dacus just asked a question with concern and asked too many questions in depth.

"Should it be? I can feel that he values ​​you very much, but I can't figure out whether this kind of attention is good or bad, and what impact it will have on your future fate..." sighed Faithwell, who was wearing a blanket and playing with the dry grass in his hand.

"My bloodline? I don't think my bloodline has any value. I can't think of it now. You can't let me return to Ulthuan to rule the Kingdom of Terenlock? Then become the Phoenix King like my ancestor Barshana?" Gilead laughed at the end. He didn't think it was possible for such a thing to happen, but as the words came out, the haze in his heart was swept away. Compared with the dragon, he cared more about the sacred Titan buried deep in the land.

However, just like deliberately opposing Gilead, when the haze and gloom in his heart were just swept away, the originally bright night sky darkened as if the weather was not good.

The originally bright night sky seemed to be shrouded by a thick layer of dark clouds, blocking all the starlight. A series of piercing thunders sounded, followed by dazzling lightnings that cut through the sky. In the light of lightning, a huge figure loomed, flapping its wings like a god descending. With his appearance, the world seemed to be no longer peaceful. A storm was brewing, which seemed to indicate that a greater disaster was coming.

However, the disaster did not come. Lightning and thunder continued to move quickly with the flight of the dragon until they were completely extinguished, as if everything just now was like a mirage with sound effects, appearing and disappearing in an instant.

"So powerful! Such a strong wind of Aegir." Sitting on the Triceratops combat platform, Belloda looked up at the sky and said with a longing expression. She was once trapped in fantasy, imagining that she and the dragon would become partners and fly in the sky with sparks and lightning all the way.

Soon, Belloda, who was separated from the fantasy, couldn't help but sigh. She came from the Kingdom of Cosqui, and she didn't know the dragon song of Caledor. Even if the family married the family of the Kingdom of Caledor, the dragon song of Caledor was a secret, and she also knew that the dragon that just flew over was not the fire dragon of Ulthuan, and the dragon song was like playing the lute to a cow for the dragon of Elsin Alvin. Thinking about it, she stopped looking at the sky and looked at Dacuus standing with Flanais.

It was the second half of the night, but no one wanted to sleep. Whether it was Duruchi or Ainir, whether it was the followers of Edreze or Asuryan, except for the elves who needed to be on duty and patrol, they were like that famous dish, looking up at the sky in an organized manner and whispering. They were all waiting, waiting for the arrival of dawn. Even if they would not attend this meeting, they were still looking forward to it, just in case. This was related to the characteristics of the elves. The long life made the elves very interested in eating melons.

"So powerful!"

Drusara, who stood with Colonia, exclaimed. They did not look at the dragon with its own sound effects and visual impact. Instead, they looked at another place. They could feel a powerful energy moving quickly in the darkness, and the wind of Shaxu continued to overflow from the hidden darkness.

The elves could not sleep, and the residents of Vyborg could not sleep either. Some curious humans lay on their windows or some high places, watching and whispering, trying to find a trace of comfort and a solution.

Some of the more fearful humans hid in the basement, their eyes closed but unable to sleep, their hearts filled with helplessness and uneasiness, every dragon roar, every thunder, reminding them of the cruelty and ruthlessness of reality.

The various temples in Vyborg were crowded with people, they comforted their children and prayed to the statues, they seemed to feel the breath of death entangled them, and the appearance of more and more dragons seemed to indicate that an inevitable disaster was about to come. Of course, some of them had already run away, the dragons did not suddenly appear tonight, after autumn and winter, the residents of Vyborg often witnessed dragons.

The appearance of the dragons brought unprecedented fear and uneasiness. The residents of Vyborg experienced the threat brought by the huge creatures, and passed it on by word of mouth, and continued through their descendants, but the problem was that there were too many of them, Sigma, there were so many dragons this year, as if these dragons put them in endless darkness.

"This is also a kind of change, isn't it? Never mind, never mind, if you want to play, play big." Dacus, who paced and pondered, finally stopped thinking and made a decision.

"Let's go! Follow me to meet them!" (End of this chapter)