The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 199 Malekith's Trust

Looking at the nobles who were slowly leaving the palace hall, Malekith slowly closed his eyes and collapsed on the throne.

Having just come back from the front line, he was irritated by the mess he had to deal with.

Suddenly, a charming and charming fragrance slowly entered Malekith's nose. He didn't open his eyes, but asked with some annoyance:
"After driving for several days, you should be very tired. It's time to go down and rest."

"Don't be so heartless, my dear son, I have some small questions I want to ask you~"

Morathi sat directly on the table in front of the Witch King, and while gently stroking the cold Midnight armor on the other side, he asked curiously in a charming voice:

"Why didn't you just send Kane Assassin to kill that fear lord who dared to learn magic? Have you forgotten that prophecy?"

Her sexual interest in Rohan hadn't diminished in the slightest, and if Malekith had neglected to forget the prophecy, Morathi wouldn't mind helping him deal with a potential scourge herself.

Of course, before solving this scourge, she must enjoy Luohan's handsome body, and sacrifice his body to Slaanesh when she gets tired of playing with it!

It's a pity that Malekith didn't agree to her request, he just slightly opened his dark green eyes, took out an envelope from the desk drawer and threw it to Moras.

Moras took the envelope curiously, only to see that the dusty envelope had already been opened, and the parchment inside was also somewhat yellowed.

After spreading out the parchment and reading it carefully, Morathi couldn't help but widen her beautiful eyes, and asked Malekith in surprise:
"A year ago, that little guy named 'Rohan' told you everything about practicing magic?"

"Ah."

"Such an excessive request, you...agree?"

"I didn't write him back."

Isn't that tacit consent? !

Hearing that her son actually acquiesced to a male Durucci learning magic, Morathi hurriedly jumped off the table, and reprimanded anxiously:
"Have you forgotten the prophecy? You must not be negligent with such a male elf who studies magic. You should kill him immediately!"

"Don't worry, I don't doubt his loyalty, and the reason why he can cast magic is all dependent on the magic power given to him by Lady Misty, so he is not a mage."

Malekith was not worried that Rohan would betray him, not to mention the iron oath they made a hundred years ago, because neither side had any reason to backstab each other.

Because he often travels to different worlds, Rohan needs the dark elves as a source of troops and shelter; and Malekith also needs the wealth and magic from other worlds brought back by Rohan.

As early as a year ago, Malekith had already received the black magic of another world: [Hellfire] and [Shadow Dancer]!
Malekith was very satisfied with this kind of black magic that could be cast without consuming the wind of magic, but only by consuming some stamina.

He still remembers how those once annoying treants wailed in agony under the evil black flames when they tried to attack him;
And when Shadow King Aris tried to sneak up on him from behind, the shock and fear on his face that fascinated him when he was pierced in the abdomen by his own shadow dancer!
After that battle ended, Malekith drank several bottles of wine after a long absence, and at the same time had a good dream.

The [Shadow Dancer] with a little self-awareness is simply the best bodyguard, so that he doesn't have to worry about being assassinated by the Shadow King all the time.

Under such a premise, how could he kill his hero, Luohan?

He also expects that Luo Han can continue to bring him more surprises!

But Morathi didn't think so. In her eyes, any male elf who knew how to cast magic was an enemy who might threaten Malekith.

Seeing that her son seemed unwilling to kill the fear lord named [Lohan], Morathi gritted her teeth and insisted:
"Even so, you should kill him by mistake rather than let him go! I suggest that he be sentenced to death in tomorrow's trial. If he dares to resist, I will abolish him myself!"

As soon as the words fell, the magical wind around Malekith gathered at a speed visible to the naked eye in an instant, and a purple streamer that was enough to tear the skin slowly appeared in the air.

The wind of death surrounded Malekith and Morathi like a sharp blade, flying over Morathi's skin every time.

"I am the Witch King of Naggarond, the future Phoenix King of Ulthuan!"

Malekith's green eyes fixed on Morathi's beautiful pupils, and a hoarse voice full of deterrence came from under the mask, and said in an almost angry tone:
"As the future Phoenix King, if I drive out my subordinates because they are too strong because I am jealous, what is the difference from that false king who achieved nothing back then—Bel Shana?"

He is the Witch King Malekith, he has enough patience and confidence to handle the relationship with Rohan well, and he doesn't need his mother, who is always bad, to mess around!

Back then, Bell Shana chose to use despicable means to seize his ally relationship with the dwarves because of Malekith's great achievements.

And as a wise master, Malekith will not let Lohan experience what happened to him back then, and let this kind of thing happen to him again!
"Hmph~ One day you will regret today's decision."

Seeing that Malekith was unwilling to follow her advice, Morathi snorted coldly, and after using magic power to blow away the wind of death around her, she turned and left the palace hall.

Who is she?
She is the wife of the first Phoenix King and the mother of the current legal Phoenix King. How can she need permission to do things?
Seeing his mother slowly leaving the palace hall, Malekith slowly sat back on the throne, closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

Around the palace, all the black guards, including the current guard captain Yiluer, swallowed nervously, waiting for the next order from the Witch King.

I don't know how long it took before Malekith opened his eyes again, and said to the empty stone pillar next to Illul:
"Go and stare at my dear mother, and at the same time assign your people to the duel field, I don't want her to do anything stupid!"

"Of order, Lord Witch King, do we need to arrange people around Rohan?"

A black figure slowly walked out from the shadow of the stone pillar, and the Chief Mentor of Kane Assassin Kuhl came to the throne and half-kneeled on the ground and asked.

Malekith fell into hesitation again, and this time the thinking time was much longer than before, until Kur felt a little sore before he whispered:

"No, at the same time withdraw all the assassins you arranged in Gran Town, there is no need to continue monitoring."

"As ordered."

(End of this chapter)