Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Malekis may not be a good tour guide. He walked in front without saying a word, and had no intention of introducing anything. The three night supervisors and Kolan also followed behind without saying a word, and had no intention of asking questions.

"We take it for granted that the ruling class is a group of people who are good at management, calculation, and strategy, so we are often surprised by their recklessness, pride, stupidity, and arrogance."

What Dacus once said to him emerged in his mind, and at this moment he thought that Dacus was right. He gave Tigasus a chance, but Tigasus repaid him in this way, not in other ways. Although it was expected, he was still a little disappointed.

He thought of what happened just now. In Dacus's words, it was very show-like, but the result... The feedback was not good. He could feel the fear of Kira, Hirsis, and Draka. If Dacus saw the scene just now, he would definitely applaud and laugh out loud. Thinking of this, he stopped and turned to look behind.

The moment he turned around, the three Night Wardens and Koran stopped, looked at the ground, and lowered their heads to listen to his instructions. He was about to say something, but a glimmer of mockery flashed in his eyes, but the mocking words never came out of his throat.

Dakwus gave him a difficult problem, so that he could no longer do whatever he wanted like before. Saying some mocking words to these slightly loyal ministers would make the already bad things worse.

"Look up, there is nothing on the ground, only carpets. If you like these carpets with delicate lines, you can take them away." Malekith said softly after adjusting for a moment. When the three Night Wardens raised their heads, he pointed to the statue not far away and introduced, "This is the statue of my father."

The Night Wardens stopped looking at the carpet and turned their eyes to the statue pointed by the Witch King. Draka was surprised. In his opinion, it was an amazing work of art.

The statue fully captured Aenarion and his true noble pride and his own tragic loneliness. A huge stone warrior statue leaned around a huge sword blade, and the flames carved on the sword seemed to be rolling under the embellishment of gems. The first Phoenix King stared out, his sight far beyond the audience's head, as if he was looking into the distance, seeing something farther and higher than any mortal could see.

After the introduction, Malekith walked to the table carved from rare wood, and his ruthless iron hand gently stroked the graceful curves of the table, feeling the immeasurable elegance and dignity. After a circle around the long table, he picked up the plate inlaid with diamonds and rubies and fiddled with it. After fiddling with it for a while, he put the plate back to where it was supposed to appear.

"Are you going to stand there all the time?" Malekith's voice came coldly.

The three night supervisors looked at each other. They could feel that Malekith was very strange at the moment. A king actually did what a servant should do. It seemed that the Witch King really brought himself into the role of a tour guide? Or something else.

"Your Majesty, how should we serve you?" Kira spoke first, asking carefully.

"As you know, I have ruled this land for a thousand years. During this period, countless traitors, ambitious people and fools have tried to challenge my authority. They failed because they underestimated my wisdom and power." Malekith did not answer, but continued to look at the decorations on the table, as if immersed in his own thoughts. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke.

When he said this, his eyes swept coldly over the three Night Wardens and Koran, making these powerful beings shudder.

"You have done a good job over the years, and I am very satisfied with your work." Malekith continued, with a hint of imperceptible mockery in his tone.

"Your Majesty, what do you want us to do?" Draka couldn't help asking.

"I hope you understand that loyalty is more important than any talent. Don't forget what happened today, and don't underestimate my power and wisdom." Malekith turned slowly and looked directly at Draka.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The three Night Wardens and Koran bowed their heads deeply and responded in unison.

"Now, come and help."

The three Night Wardens and Koran followed orders and stepped forward to help sort out the relics from Nagarys, the broken home of Duruchi. These relics were carefully placed back in their original places and restored to their original appearance. The ancient utensils and ornaments, although covered with dust, still exuded their former glory. However, the food that had long been rotten in the bowl was still there, emitting a disgusting smell.

Kira frowned slightly, but she did not dare to show any dissatisfaction. She carefully took a rotten fruit out of the bowl, trying to be as gentle as possible so as not to anger the Witch King. Hirsis and Draka were also busy, they knew that any negligence could have terrible consequences.

Malekis was also busy, but his eyes were like ice, observing the Night Wardens' every move.

Hilsis felt a chill, he knew that this was not just a simple sorting, but a test, a test of loyalty and obedience.

"Remember the history of these relics and their meaning. They are witnesses of our past and warnings of our future." Malekith whispered.

The three Night Overlords nodded silently. They knew in their hearts that these relics were not just objects, but also symbols of the history of Duruchi. By sorting out these relics, they felt the majesty and power of the Witch King, and also felt the heavy responsibility they shouldered.

"Very good, we can leave now." When the last relic was placed, Malekith nodded with satisfaction.

Walking and stopping along the way, sometimes Malekith was introducing the relics attentively, introducing the past. Sometimes, the Night Wardens joined in the sorting, restoring the originally messy items to their original positions. This experience was new to them, and they had never seen it before. They worked together with the Witch King to push up a fallen statue and put it back to its original position.

"This is the last batch of relics brought back from Nagarys. They have witnessed our history and carried our glory." Malekith said, while his fingers gently brushed over an ancient pottery jar.

"This sword... once defended our homeland in the darkest days." Malekith pointed to a rusty long sword on the wall.

The three Night Wardens and Koran followed quietly, listening to Malekith's story.

"Do you still remember the task that the Archon gave you before leaving Naggaroth?" As he spoke, Malekith changed the subject.

"Here I come!" Kira responded in her heart. She knew that the Witch King would definitely be waiting for her there. At the same time, she also knew what the task the Witch King was talking about. Before leaving, Daquus held a special meeting and ordered them to take in orphans in their respective cities.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I remember." Kira replied immediately, bowing her head to show her respect.

Malekis nodded and turned his gaze to Draka. In the silent air, it seemed that everyone's heartbeat could be heard.

"Your Majesty, I remember." Draka responded a step slower.

"Now, tell me, what challenges have you encountered in this mission? What progress have you made?"

"Your Majesty, I encountered some difficulties in the process of taking in orphans. Many children are filled with...fear and distrust for some reasons. But I have successfully settled most of the orphans and provided them with basic training. I found warlocks to teach them knowledge, and found the best martial arts masters in Karonde Kar to teach them martial arts. I provided the best housing and food to ensure that they can adapt to their new life as soon as possible." Kira sorted out her thoughts a little and spoke first.

Draka was confused. He lowered his head and glanced at Kira with an inexplicable look. He didn't know the word "volume", but it didn't prevent him from wanting to punch Kira at this moment. Kira said everything he could say. He didn't know what to say, but he reacted quickly and found the place Kira overlooked.

"Hagrid Graves's orphan placement work is going well. I provide them with food, shelter and education to ensure that they can adapt to their new life as soon as possible. Before coming here, I counted the number. There are a total of 1,356, including 574 orphans between the ages of sixteen and twenty-four..." Draka reported the situation in his city. According to Dacus's order, he only needed to raise the children until they were sixteen years old. But he didn't do it. He was not stupid enough. These children were his political achievements. He was waiting for this moment.

After the Battle of Gorond, Dacus, who returned to Nagarond, took advantage of the gap before the top leaders returned and convened a small-scale dark council. The first item of the meeting was to deal with the problem of gang members, and then extended from the problem of gang members to children.

He believed that gangs had no value and meaning, so the Nagaros Druzy version of the anti-gang and anti-evil campaign was launched. While eliminating gangs and eliminating evil, a shelter was established to accommodate those children who had no resources and lived in gangs. From then until now, the oldest child is 24 years old.

"I firmly implement the Archon's request to give them a happy childhood. There are no cult members in the shelter. It is a place that Kane's believers cannot reach..." Kira, who lowered her head, also did not know the word "roll", but this did not prevent her from rolling Draka to death.

Draka responded again, and both sides were ready to roll each other to death.

Malekith found a hint, but he did not interrupt, but listened and thought.

After the Battle of Gorond, Nagarond also carried out a similar campaign to eliminate gangsters and evil. He and Dacus knew that with the current social form of Nagaros, eliminating gangsters and evil could not fundamentally solve the problem. The soil for the formation of gang members still exists. Only by completely changing the social form can gang members be truly eliminated.

He also knew that Dacus's focus at that time was not to eliminate gang members. Dacus's real purpose was to accommodate and train a group of children. At that time, Nagarond systematically accommodated children and the elderly, the weak and the disabled, and brought them to Asheril through the Black Ark. During his time in Lustria, he also took the time to teach that group of children. He knew that the group of forces had become the backbone of Asheril. Now that the fruit is ripe, he has set his sights on other cities.

He believes that Dacus's approach is correct. The strict organizational structure, strict discipline and standardized weapons, professional logistics agencies to coordinate production, a perfect staff system, and the development of various professional colleges and professional talents have made the entire system more stable and efficient. What Dacus promotes is a future of systematic, professional and all-round development.

He could see that this tight organizational structure and strict discipline were the core of social change. Through professional logistics agencies to coordinate production, ensure the effective allocation and utilization of resources, and establish and improve the staff system, the decision-making process would be more accurate and efficient. The development of professional colleges and professional talents ensures the specialization and refinement of various fields within the system.

He believed that through this change, a more stable, prosperous and powerful society could be built, rather than the current and previous ones. In such a society, every individual can find his own position, make himself a strong person, play his own value, and contribute to the progress and development of the whole society.

In the process of execution, he discovered a cruel fact, no one... The great legion stopped after forming two, and resource allocation could be solved, and Krakarond could provide resources. The most difficult part was that there was no one. He found that there was no loyal and professional officer support structure. These officers were not under his control, but were controlled by various families and fear lords, or became mercenaries.

"Didn't you get some benefits from it? For example, recruit some outstanding children for training?" After another moment, when Draka and Kira stopped rolling each other, he asked abruptly.

"No!" Draka was not frightened by the Witch King's questioning and knelt down. He raised his head and looked into the Witch King's eyes and responded with a firm tone. He had thought about this question before, but it was just a thought. The past events were always lingering in his mind. The Witch King's spies filled Hag Graves. He knew that the cost and benefits of doing so were completely disproportionate.

Unlike Draka, Kira knelt on the ground, cold sweat flowed down her face, across her eye mask, and dripped on the dusty carpet. She strictly followed the orders of the Witch King's Hand, but she did not raise the children like Draka. After the children grew up, she sent some of them into society, and a few were absorbed into the family.

"Your Majesty, I... I did absorb some children into the family, but this was after they grew up... I... I..." Kira said tremblingly, her voice trembling a little, and she tried her best to keep herself calm. She did not choose to lie, she knew that lying had only one result: death!

Malekith's eyes swept back and forth between Kira and Draka, without any emotion in his eyes. He walked slowly to Kira's side, the soles of his shoes rubbing against the floor, making a harsh and painful sound.

"Kira, your actions disappoint me a little, but you did not violate the Archon's orders. I have a good memory and remember everything that happened. At that time, he said that it would be enough to raise the children until they were sixteen years old and they did not need to do anything during this period. Of course, they could be taken on tours appropriately and their future careers could be planned in advance. Children with magic and empathy talents could be given proper attention and care.

So... I won't do anything to you because of this. You know Dacus, and he pays attention to procedures when doing things." Malekith pressed Kira's shoulders and said coldly as he helped Kira up.

Kira felt the Witch King's hand leave her shoulder, slowly stood up, lowered her head and dared not look directly into the Witch King's eyes. But she also knew that this matter was over, and even if the Witch King brought up the past in the future, he would not bring up this matter, unless... Dacus fell.

"As for you, Draka. Your answer satisfies me. Do you need any reward?" Malekith turned to Draka with a hint of approval in his eyes.

"No, Your Majesty, this is what I should do." Draka bowed his head and responded.

"I hope you remember that the future of Naggaroth is in your hands. Every decision, every action will affect our future." Malekith nodded, his tone calm but full of majesty.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The three Night Wardens and Koran answered in unison, but they had their own thoughts in their hearts. They knew that every word of the Witch King was hidden with deep meaning, and every decision they made would have a far-reaching impact in this icy and snowy world full of conspiracy and struggle.

These most powerful beings in Naggaroth walked and stopped, passing through the silent halls, and came to one lost and haunted room after another. Every place was shrouded in gloom and silence, and the air seemed to be filled with invisible ghosts. The shabby tapestries hanging on the walls and the long-faded paintings silently told the long history and countless secrets of the Black Tower.

When he reached the area where Dacus had been active before, Malekith stopped. The atmosphere here was even more gloomy and depressing, as if unknown dangers were lurking in every corner. At the end of the corridor, a huge stone door could be vaguely seen, engraved with ancient runes and complex patterns, as if warning uninvited guests.

"Hilsis." Malekith's voice echoed in this silent space, breaking the silence.

"Your Majesty." Hilsis responded immediately, with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"Now, I will give you the first task, to clear the middle and lower areas of the Black Tower before Dacus returns. I will not make specific requests, it is up to you to decide what to do, and you also know who will use this place in the future." Malekith said calmly, his eyes piercing Hilsis's eyes, as if he was looking into Hilsis's soul.

He knew that Dacus was coming back soon, and he had to do the preparatory work before Dacus returned, such as completing the renovation of the Black Tower. According to Dacus's plan, a group of professional bureaucratic groups will appear in Nagaros in the future, just like the professional officer groups in the General Staff. Nagarond needs a place to accommodate these bureaucrats, and his Black Tower is the best choice. Various orders will be issued from the Black Tower, dominating the entire Nagaros.

Of course, completing the renovation of the Black Tower is just the most inconspicuous preparatory work...

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will make sure these areas are clean and new before Dacus returns." Hirsis bowed deeply and answered with a firm look.

The middle and lower levels of the Black Tower are full of ominous places, where the souls who plot, fight and betray seem to still wander in this dark corner. The mottled bloodstains and scratches on the stone walls are witnesses of countless battles and conspiracies. The air is filled with a damp and decayed atmosphere, as if the Black Tower itself is gradually decaying and dying.

Hirsis knew that this would be a difficult task with deep political significance and challenges. Cleaning up these areas not only requires thorough removal of physical dirt, but also requires dispelling the fear and shadows hidden in the darkness. At the same time, it is also a complex test in terms of the deployment of manpower.

But his heart is full of determination. No matter what, he will complete this task and ensure that these areas are brand new before Daquus returns. He knows that this is not only a test of his loyalty and ability, but also a decisive moment for his future position in Naggaroth.

A cold breeze blew, and the dust on the table was blown away. Malekith pulled out a heavy chair and sat down elegantly and majestically. His movements were full of unquestionable authority, and the table carved from rare wood looked particularly solemn.

"Sit down." Malekith's voice was calm and firm, with an unquestionable power.

The three night wardens and Koran carefully pulled out the chairs and sat on both sides of the table. Their movements were cautious and respectful, for fear of angering the powerful witch king. Everyone's heart was filled with tension and awe. At this moment, they felt as if they were in a trial of fate.

There were all kinds of exquisite utensils and ancient artifacts on the table, each of which told a long history and countless secrets. Malekith's eyes swept over these items, as if he was examining something, and as if he was recalling a moment in the past.

"Now, there is a task, a task related to our future. I need you to provide a list. Soon, a batch of gold ships will return from Asheril." Malekith suddenly spoke, his voice was low and powerful, like a thunder exploding in the ears of the dignitaries.

Draka and Kira, who was sitting opposite, looked at each other. They could feel the determination and expectation of the Witch King. But they didn't understand the hidden meaning in the Witch King's words, what the list referred to, and what was the connection with the gold ship.

"The new era has arrived, but some people can't keep up with the times." Malekith nodded, his eyes were deep and sharp, as if he could see through everyone's heart.

Draka and Kira looked at each other again. The words of the Witch King were clear enough. They knew what the list was referring to. When they thought of this, their bodies began to tremble with excitement. (End of this chapter)