Warhammer: Dark Elf

The sky was dark, flickering with dappled light. Scarlet forked lightning exploded in the air, and the protruding rocks were torn apart in the wind-whistling wasteland. A strong frost wind blew through the obsidian rocks, and then the pattering raindrops fell on the armor of the Witch King and his followers. On, there was a snapping sound.

The weather in Naggaroth has always been unpredictable, just like Druchi's nature, which is unpredictable. Perhaps it is because of this that the cruel elves are at ease under this sky, creating evil and killing creatures at will.

Malekith stared at the magma gully under the rain, feeling troubled. Ever since his body was burned by Asuryan's holy fire, he would feel deeply frustrated when he saw the flames.

Although the arrogant Druchi King would never admit this fact, in the black tower where he lived, the ban on open flames had cost many reckless offenders their lives.

The heavy rain poured down, and the cloak behind the Witch King swayed with the strong wind. He stood on the edge of the cliff without wavering at all.

The attention of the accompanying black guards has been focused on the majestic back. Their eyes have both respect for the king and fear of being a weakling.

There is a clear difference between the leaders of other racial factions. The Witch King has always been a moody monarch. When he is in a good mood, he will be very generous and approachable, but if things do not go as he planned, he will become unshakable. Merciless and brutal.

The thoughts of good and evil are vividly reflected in Malekith, but don't have any unrealistic illusions about him. His obsession with the throne has completely distorted his noble character when he was the Phoenix Crown Prince.

The last weakness in his heart, his beloved wife Alisara, the priestess of Lilith, was also killed by her mother Morathi herself. The soul now shrouded in Midnight's armor is nothing but a complete scumbag.

Therefore, those who are close to the sorcerer-king, who has unpredictable emotions, may achieve great success or bring disaster. Very few people can stay with the king for a long time and get what they want.

It is both unfortunate and fortunate for the dark elves to have such a powerful but moody king.

The road ahead is bumpy and difficult, but there are always people who are far-sighted and look up at the stars.

With Malekith here, no race or force dares to look down on the Dark Elves.

The blood and tears belonging to Druchi on the land of Nagaros will never dry up, and the degradation will never end, but no matter how twisted Malekith is, he will not let Druchi perish.

In the desolate heavy rain, a stern-faced general passed through the Black Guard's defense line and came to the Witch King to salute respectfully.

Anyone who dares to get so close to the Witch King, except for the Witch King's mother, is either the bravest or a complete fool.

Malekith glanced back at the visitor impatiently, showing an extremely rare look of kindness.

It should be noted that behind every successful man stands another man, or a group of men.

The Black Guard of Naggarond are the men behind the Witch King.

They are the elites selected by Malekith from thousands of warriors, and they belong to the five black towers.

The Black Tower will regularly hold a melee-like battle to purge the weak and ensure that only the top guards can serve the Witch King.

At his peak, Malekith once summoned tens of thousands of Black Guards to fight on the island of Ulsuen, which shows how powerful he was.

The visitor's name was Kuran Blackhand. Unlike other powerful lords around the Witch King, Kuran came from a humble background, but as a warrior, he was unbeatable.

As the captain of the Black Guard and Malekith's personal bodyguard, Kuran, who is ruthless and quiet, can be said to be a veritable mass murderer among tens of thousands. For more than a thousand years, Kuran has been fighting and guarding. He is the Witch King's loyal confidant and the unshakable wall of Naggarond, a living legend.

Although Kuran's combat power can equal that of a demigod, he is very low-key. He already worships Malekith as a god in his heart and is willing to be the Witch King's moving background.

"Your Highness, the scouts are reporting that the Slippery Clan and the Grinning Clan of the southern rats have lurked into the territory of Nagaryth. Among them, Tritus Dreadtail of the Grinning Clan is currently wandering around the areas around Kalonde-Kar, attacking the coast and routes. It caused quite a bit of damage.”

In awe, Kuran lowered his head to report.

Kalonde-Kar, the hometown of Squidward Lokcia, the largest slave trading port of the black elves, and the location of the Tower of Despair, is currently ruled by the dark lord Shakara.

"The beasts under the ground can only live in the shadows and never see the sun. Send me an order, and Shakara will deal with those filthy things within a time limit, crush their dirty bones, and hang Tritus' skin on the city wall, otherwise we will let him She raised her head to see me." The Witch King's voice was hoarse and low, but it was directly reflected in people's hearts, full of the majesty of a superior.

"I want to use the lives of these sneaky people to swear to everyone on this continent who their king is." The Witch King stared at the magma bursting out in the heavy rain, raised his right hand and clasped it, "After I get my Anyone who stands in the way of my revenge will be wiped out by my wrath."

Then, as quickly as these words were spoken, lightning shook the sky, rumbling sounds echoed among the hills, and even the noisy sinful city of Nagarond fell into silence.

"As ordered."

He never questioned Malekith's orders. When Kuran was about to send someone to deliver the order, the Witch King stopped him.

"I heard that she is going to be defeated?"

Kuran was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that the Witch King was referring to Morathi, so he lowered his head, thought about the words and said: "The army of the Queen and Lord Loxia is currently attacking Drowder, and the progress is not ideal. "

The Witch King sneered, "She is just self-righteous." Then the topic changed, "However, with her methods, she will not lose her advantage in such a short time."

"Who is leading the army on Osuun Island?"

"Alarielle and Tyrion."

Kuran omitted the titles of the first two and continued, "Avalon and the allied forces of Cosqui appeared from the Unicorn Gate and the Gryphon Gate at the same time, cutting off the Queen's supply line."

"Lokesia is a loser. Without my permission, who allowed him to go to Osuun Island on his own initiative? Hehe, he dared to attack the Temple of Cain. He really doesn't know how to live or die."

Who let him go? Of course it's the Witch King's own mother.

People around him knew it, but they didn't dare to mention it.

The black guards standing guard were frightened and did not dare to make a sound.

After scolding Squidward, the anger accumulated in Malekith's heart only grew stronger. "What is Larkas doing now? Hasn't Obion Island been conquered yet? The beasts in the north have no ability to think. They don't know how." He doesn't know how to plot plans, and he doesn't know how to make plans. If he can't even deal with such a group of savages, then he might as well die."

"Tell him to take his group of beasts to Nagareth immediately before the Loxian army is defeated."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"In addition, gather the Black Dragon Legion."

Hearing this, Kuran, who had always remained calm-faced, looked shocked.

Malekith ignored him and walked to the edge of the cliff. Without any hesitation, he stepped into the air. Then with a shocking dragon roar, the giant black dragon Seraphim suddenly dived from the cliff. Go up and carry the master steadily on the dragon's head.

It is the most chilling predator among the black dragons, and is also the Witch King's favorite mount. The wind brought by its shaking wings is far more powerful than ordinary wind blades.

Malekith stood tall and straight on the dragon's head, looking deeply in the direction of Osuun Island, "It has been hundreds of years, those traitors have forgotten the cruelty I brought. Now, It’s time to warn them.”