Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 154 Dark Conference
In the clearing between Shadow Peak and Aisha's Ring, the Witch King Malekith is making final preparations.

The military camp that this slave spent his life building was bigger than the tents he had stayed in before, just to keep everyone present at a "safe" distance from others.

Beside him stands Kuran Blackhand, his loyal captain of the Black Watch, and a little further on is Julian Baneblade, even though he has bestowed upon the spy the title of champion champion, doubts will always remain. Entrenched in the soul of the Witch King, it was hard for him to trust anyone, even Kuran, whom everyone believed to be absolutely loyal to the Witch King, Malekith kept a hand.

"So when are those guys going to be here?" The speaking Duluqi had a gloomy face, wearing a black armor full of spikes, and his thin face made him look sluggish, as if he was overindulgent like those drug addicts, but If you underestimate him because of this, you will pay the most serious consequences.

Marus Blackblade, the son of Volkarlehan, the tyrant of Hagrid Graves, has been the night watchman for a long time with the support of Malekith.

In fact, Marus had no interest in the war to attack Ulthuan for the throne. If the Witch King hadn't threatened the much-needed alchemy potion, he planned to lead a team of Cold One knights to take advantage of the Chaos Storm and go deep into the Chaos Wasteland in the north to find Some ways to solve the curse of the devil on his body.

He is the main force in this war. Hagrid Grave has always been the city with the strongest army except Naggarond. The ore is mined in the dark rock that never sees the sun and sent to the forge, where it is handed over by the best artisans of Naggaroth to help Druzzi spread fear.

Neither the Witch King nor Blackhand answered Marus's question. There was a long silence in the camp, and Julian felt a sense of familiarity. Malekith was used to making his subordinates doubt and fight each other to maintain his dominance. There were only three people present who were qualified to talk to Marus, Malekith the Witch King, Kuran Blackhand, the Captain of the Black Guard, and Julian Baneblade, the Champion of the Witch King.

"Don't be impatient, Marus." Julian didn't know what kind of person Marus was. He had only heard a little about this newly-rising Dreadlord. A lot of information can't be grasped.

But when Marus heard his words, he sat on the steel chair and looked a little restless, and dark blood vessels began to appear on his face, "What makes you qualified to participate in this meeting, you lowly maggot .”

If Marus was in a normal state, he would definitely not say such a thing. Although he looked down on this spy from the bottom of his heart, as a person who wanted to assassinate the Witch King, he knew the tricks that the Witch King used to use. Instigate everyone's relationship, so as to secure the position of the master of the black tower.

But now Marus is deeply influenced by Zakhan, even taking alchemy medicine will not help. Slaanesh always has some unspeakable name echoing in his mind-Nakari the Keeper of Secrets.

Julian Baneblade didn't feel angry, he knew what the Witch King wanted to do, so he turned his head and made a provocative gesture to Marus in Druzzi society.

And Marus laughed cruelly, Zakhan's influence made him lose most of his feelings, even with Hagrid Grave's most beautiful woman, his sister Yasmil, to do something that he once longed for There is no way to satisfy his dark heart. Only killing and blood can satisfy this decadent soul and the demon in his body, and experience the feeling of being alive.

"You may have some value, and that is to be a proper slave in the mine of Black Rock." After finishing speaking, Marus pulled out the Kane Dimensional Sword from his waist, which was a magical sword taken from the dragon demon. It may not be as powerful as the real holy sword of Kane, but it can still easily cut the throat of the maggot Julian.

"Shut up, demon." Marus, who drew his sword and walked to the middle of the camp, yelled angrily. He felt that Zakhan's influence was deepening, especially when he was close to the Witch King.

Just as Julian had pulled out the two magic swords, the two began to fight in an instant. Julian felt surprised. After touching the magic sword with the arms holding the two swords, he only felt a sense of numbness, but Marus's speed is extremely fast, but as the champion warrior of the Witch King, he will not shrink back because of it.

He swung his double knives and slashed at Marus one after another, and the green long knife appeared after him. If it was an ordinary dread lord, he might have become a dead soul under the knife.

But Julian was facing Marus, this Druzzi who had been troubled by Zakhan for a long time would only be deadlier than anyone else under the influence of the big demon in his body.

"Hahaha." A burst of laughter that didn't belong to Marus came out of his mouth, and the dark blood vessels were more obvious on his face.

Just when the confrontation between the two had begun to heat up, Kuran came between them. Scarlet Death blocked the two's attempts to continue attacking, with a stern expression and no waves.

"Senseless fighting is prohibited."

Julian didn't react when he heard this, he just retracted the long knife to his waist, but Marus showed pain on his face, roared as if mourning, his left hand seemed to be blocked by a force, and fought He took out the alchemy potion from his waist and drank it all in one gulp, and then threw it on the ground. The sound of the glass bottle hitting the ground was extremely crisp.

After the two sat down again, the camp was silent again. Marus had to rely on the Witch King because of the alchemy potion, but the others would not listen to Malekith so much, especially the Witch King's mother Mo Russ.

After waiting for a while, a person came in from the tent, wearing the executioner's iconic steel mask, his long black hair tied in a ponytail, and a heavy single crisp knife at his waist, even if he just walked in, he could feel To the breath of blood that belongs exclusively to Kane believers.

"It seems that I didn't miss a killing feast." After Turaris finished speaking, he walked to the seat symbolizing Halgansi and sat down. He represented Heliben to fight Ulthuan this time, but the Blood Queen did not What clear instructions were given to him, just to ask for the blood to be brought back to Halgan West.

As Lakas entered the camp with all the fear lords, there was only one key figure left, Molas, the mother of the Witch King.

No one was in a hurry. According to Moras's usual habits, this kind of meeting would often be late for a while. She might be experiencing the taste of the newly captured Asur slaves.

Malekith on the Iron Throne finally spoke. He has established absolute prestige during the hundreds of years that Drucci called the era of glorious torment. Only he is the real master of Drucci, even if he can't see In the face of these Druccis who are holding back, the Witch King only thinks that these bloodthirsty elves are just a tool to regain the throne from the bottom of his heart.

"Caledor, a kingdom ruled by traitors, whose ancestors swore allegiance to my father Aenarion, but when I was about to claim my throne, those Caledonians always stood in the way The crowning of the true Phoenix King."

"I still remember Imrik, the prince of Caledor who sank into the sea. He was very brave. Even if he chose to commit suicide, we didn't let us catch him."

The Witch King seemed to recall memories at the place where Drucci's most authoritative lords gathered, and continued, "Titris, even by Drucci's standards, he is a cruel man."

The people present had not personally experienced the war between Caledor and Malekith. Only a few old monsters in Druzzi could witness such a long-term event with their own eyes. Incarnation of the Witch King.

"And now, there is another Prince Caledor, leading the few remaining dragons and dragon princes, trying to challenge the person who killed several of his ancestors."

After saying this, Malekith stopped speaking and looked at Lakas.

"Your Majesty, what is your order?" The Beast Lord is still loyal to Malekith. The Witch King's fearsome black dragon Seraphim is his masterpiece, and the Witch King also rewarded him with the so-called It is the treasure of the beast king's helmet. As a well-known beast lord, he has a black dragon mount called Bacchus, which can create fear and cruelty that only Lakas can match.

"Lead your beast army to besiege Imrik, and I will let Lord Manticore and Lord of Annihilation join you, and the captured dragons can also be handed over to you, as long as you kill Imrik. ' Malekith finally got his words across.

Lakas looked a little excited, but soon calmed down. The Manticore Lord is a special army composed of twelve black guards, each of whom has a Manticore as a mount, and the Lord of Annihilation is even more The trump card army in the hands of Malekith, those black guards with great military exploits will give them a black dragon as a reward after being appreciated by Malekith, and even many black dragons were bred by Lakas himself. Absolutely top notch.

But thinking about who the Witch King asked him to face, he felt a little embarrassed. The partner of the current Dragon Prince is a Shining Star Dragon, plus his terrifying fighting power and the existence of a high-ranking Dragon Prince, this matter is by no means imaginary It was as simple as that, but facing the piercing green eyes of the Witch King, Lakas could only respond.

"Your will."

(End of this chapter)