Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Malekis was a little annoyed. The reason for his annoyance was that Dacus's plan was too complicated and cumbersome, requiring a long time of layout and extremely cumbersome steps, but he also admitted that if it was successfully implemented, the benefits would be extremely huge and would be once and for all.

"We should complete the finishing work before Dacus comes back, instead of waiting for him to come back to start the preparations." Malekis said coldly, with a hint of unquestionable determination in his tone. He first defined the matter and let the Night Wardens understand the importance of this matter.

Draka looked up at the Witch King with a questioning look on his face, but he didn't say what he wanted to say. He was not Newker, and this was not what he should ask.

"Three to four years, do you have any ideas?" Malekis responded.

"Your Majesty... You know Hag Graves' current situation, I can't provide any list." Draka stood up, straightened his chest, and his eyes were full of fearlessness.

"Draka, you are always so cautious, but caution is not always a bad thing." Malekith let out a low laugh, which was particularly abrupt in the silent hall, and then said contemptuously. He paused, his eyes swept across the faces of every Night Warden, "Although the Archon's plan is complicated, it is our only way out. You must know that we have no time to waste."

Kira and Hirsis have been listening silently without interrupting. They know that now is not the time to express opinions, but the time to execute orders.

"What we need is resources, time, manpower and determination. We must complete all the work within three to four years, not only to welcome the return of Dacus, but also for the future of Nagaros." Malekith continued, his voice full of cold power.

"Understood, Your Majesty, I will do my best to complete the task." Draka took a deep breath and nodded slowly. He knew that the Witch King's determination was unshakable, and only by going all out could he live up to the Witch King's expectations. He responded firmly, with unquestionable determination in his tone.

"What about you?" Malekith nodded with satisfaction, then turned his sharp eyes to Kira, his voice was cold and majestic.

"Your Majesty, Caronde Carr needs your assistance." Kira felt a chill, stood up and lowered his head and said.

Caronde Carr's situation is different from Hag Graves. Hag Graves was beaten by Daquus after the war with the Nagor. Some families died and the remaining families were greatly damaged by repeated struggles.

When Malekith returned from the continent of Lustria, the remaining forces of Hag Graves were destroyed by the Night Warden and Valahar. From then to now, it has been the smoothest period since Draka ruled Hag Graves. After all, it has experienced two political reshuffles in just ten years.

The Night Wardens and Valahal are consistent in politics and the distribution of benefits. The Claw Storm family, which has successfully speculated, has also occupied a part of the benefits. Now Hag Graves is dominated by these three families, and they have divided all the benefits of Hag Graves. The rest are small families with no influence and not worth anything, so Draka really can't provide any list at present, unless he cuts the knife on himself, which is a bit embarrassing...

But Caronde Car is different. After the Archon came to power, especially after he began to manage Asheril, the families of Caronde Car gradually showed dissatisfaction. This is related to the positioning of the city. Hag Graves is a resource-based city, providing iron ore, marble and cold lizards to various cities in Naggaroth, and Caronde Car is also a resource-based city, but it does the work of labor dispatch...

The returning black arks and plunder ships will dock at Caronde Car, sell the labor dispatch at a good price, and then go to Kra Karond for corrections to spend the winter break. The slave traders of Caronde Carr would sell the labor dispatch to various cities, but when Asherel began to manage, everything changed.

Even the Black Ark of the Fallen Heart Family no longer docked in Caronde Carr, but went directly to the continent of Lustria. Only when it was necessary to repair would it return to Naggaroth along the underground sea, but it would not return to Caronde Carr, but would go directly to Kra Caronde.

Caronde Carr had lost its former role, and those families that relied on buying and selling labor dispatch suffered huge losses in profits, and lost their initial interest in the continued investment in Asherel. And it was also the city with the largest number of mercenaries. The Duruchi mercenaries that Dakuus met in Skjord, the largest coastal town of the Bjorlin tribe, were from Caronde Carr.

"I know the situation in Caronde Carr very well." Malekith was silent for a while, his eyes were deep, and he seemed to be thinking about something. After a moment, his voice was low and powerful.

"Your Majesty, I understand. I will do my best, but... I need guidance." Kira felt the Witch King's gaze like a knife. She knew that this was not just an order, but also a test.

Malekith did not respond this time. The atmosphere became quiet, and the whole room seemed to be shrouded in an invisible oppression.

The Night Wardens all felt an indescribable tension. They held their breath and waited for the Witch King's next instructions.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. Malekith's silence aggravated the Night Wardens' uneasiness. His eyes were still cold and deep, as if they could penetrate the soul of every Night Warden.

Kira felt sweat dripping from her forehead. She clenched her fists nervously, her heart filled with countless questions and anxieties.

"I will give you guidance, but you must learn to discover and solve problems on your own. This is your opportunity to grow and your time to prove your loyalty." Finally, Malekith slowly raised his head, his eyes were still sharp, but his tone was a little softer.

"I understand, Your Majesty, I will do my best to complete the task." The words of the Witch King made Kira's heart tremble. She knew that the task she faced was far more complicated and dangerous than she imagined. She took a deep breath and nodded.

"Soon, the gold transport ship will return, but it is far from enough. I will take out some wealth from my vault as a supplement." Malekith nodded with satisfaction, and then turned to other Night Wardens.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to reject your proposal. Although I don't understand what you are going to do specifically, as a minister, how can I let you do this? Your Majesty, please allow Hag Graves to make supplements. This is not only our responsibility, but also our honor." Draka stood up, with a firm look and a hint of determination in his eyes.

"Draka, you know the importance of this operation. No failure is allowed."

"Because of this, we should do our best and not let you do this! This is our duty and our loyalty and commitment to you." Draka continued, his voice sonorous and powerful.

Malekith did not laugh, but was silent for a moment and then glanced at Draka. In his impression, Draka was not like this before. Perhaps there was a reason why Dacus did not choose to kill Draka directly at that time, but invested in him. Dacus saw what he had overlooked.

"Since you insist so much, I will accept your proposal." Malekith spoke, with a hint of approval in his tone.

"Thank you for your majesty's trust. I will do my best to ensure the successful completion of the mission." Draka bowed deeply, he knew it was stable. Hag Graves is different from the past. The current Hag Graves is not short of money at all. The iron ore that is continuously produced is the mint. Now he has embarked on a new road, and what he has to do is to go further on this road.

Kira looked up at Draka. She knew that she had completely failed in this round of confrontation, and she failed miserably, but she still had a chance.

As Malekith's fingers snapped, Kolan, who had been silent since the meeting began, stood up and put the briefcase hanging on his waist on the table.

"Take a look."

The Night Wardens looked at each other and opened the briefcase. To their surprise, there were no formal documents in the briefcase, only a few sheets of paper full of pictures. When they turned over the pictures, they saw the contents that shocked them.

In each picture, Malekith was portrayed as an image that was hard to ignore: he was wearing midnight armor, standing majestically, his finger pointing forward, his eyes sharp, as if he was staring directly at everyone who was looking at the picture.

The Night Wardens looked at the pictures carefully and felt the deep meaning conveyed in them. Malekith was wearing midnight armor, which was not only a symbol of strength and authority, but also a manifestation of ruthless determination. Every detail in the picture is portrayed vividly, showing Malekith's fearless will and absolute control over power.

This picture was drawn by Ryan, and Dacus showed it to Malekith. The prototype is the classic Uncle Sam. Malekith, who was very interested in this, adopted Dacus's opinion and drew it himself with magic.

Kira looked at the Witch King in the picture and felt an invisible pressure. When she saw the content below, her eyes widened. The text below the picture was even more terrifying than the picture.

The text read: Join my army!

What's more terrifying than this is the line diagram below this text. The text at the bottom is the soldier. The connection is based on the soldier and expands upward. The leftmost is the officer, and the top is the Lord of Fear. To the right of the officer is the promotion route of the Black Guard Guards, the Edict Knights and the Credan, which are arranged in order. In order to prevent the soldiers from not understanding these words, Malekith also thoughtfully drew abstract crowns and horn crowns to represent the meaning of the words.

The style of the horn crown is a symbol of status in the Duruchi army. Soldiers may not understand words, but they definitely understand the meaning of the style of the horn crown.

The promotion route of the soldiers is fully displayed on this drawing. Kira's first reaction is that the sky has changed. Malekith and Daquus's plan is too large, so large that it will cause the largest unrest in Naggaroth so far, because the Witch King's action is equivalent to taking away the most core power of the dignitaries: the control of the army.

"Your Majesty... this?" Kira asked with a trembling voice.

"Huh?" Malekith's eyes moved away from the drawing and looked at Kira coldly.

"Your Majesty, this map... the promotion route of the soldiers..." Kira tried to keep her voice steady, but she could not hide her inner shock and fear. She understood what this map meant.

At this time, Kolan stood up and came to a position not far behind Kira.

"Kira, you know that Naggaroth needs change. We can no longer rely on those greedy dignitaries. The army needs fresh blood and warriors who are truly loyal to us." Malekith's eyes flashed a cold light.

"Your Majesty, but this will cause..." Kira's heartbeat quickened, she could feel Malekith's determination and strength. This was not just a picture, but the beginning of a change. She knew that Malekith and Daquus's plan would subvert the entire power structure of Naggaroth, and her words were interrupted by Malekith.

"Unrest? Rebellion? Kira, we must take risks! Only in this way can Naggaroth be invincible in future wars, and Duruki can rule Ulthuan. Those stubborn dignitaries, if they are unwilling to accept the change, then they must be eliminated."

Kira lowered her head and stopped talking. She knew that the Witch King had made up his mind to implement this plan no matter what the consequences.

Abandon the old rut, and the world will be wide in an instant.

She suddenly realized that this plan was very feasible. As an existence in the circle, she knew how the dignitaries operated the army. Soldiers from the civilian class usually have no path to promotion. Centurions are basically the best they can do, unless they are appreciated by the powerful, but this probability is very small, because middle and high-level officers are usually family children and nobles, and not every family is as large as the Hell Disaster Family.

There are only three paths waiting for soldiers, either to die in battle, or to become a family guard of the powerful, or to leave the army and become a gang member or mercenary.

Now, the path for soldiers to be promoted is open, and this picture has a huge impact on soldiers. When soldiers see this picture, the powerful will be betrayed. They are also soldiers and get paid, so why not choose to be loyal to the Witch King?

"Your Majesty, I am willing to hand over the army in my hands and resolutely implement your plan." Kira raised his head again, with a firm light in his eyes.

"Very good, Kira. You made a wise choice. Naggaroth needs such determination and courage." Malekith nodded with satisfaction.

Kira felt the affirmation of the Witch King, and the doubts in his heart gradually dissipated. She knew that she had to go all out to survive the next round of power reshuffle. Although she no longer controlled the army, at least she still had power in her hands, instead of dying and her clan being destroyed.

"I am willing to do so, Your Majesty. No matter how difficult it is, I will go all out to complete your plan." Draka said firmly, and he also stood up to express his position. In his opinion, handing over the army was expected and inevitable in the development of the times. He had prepared himself mentally a long time ago. At the same time, he also knew that as long as he retained power, he could still obtain the army in another way.

"Your Majesty, I will do my best." Hirsis nodded, with the same determination in his tone.

Hirsis's statement was greeted with confused expressions from Kira and Draka. The two of them who had not heard the news did not know why Hirsis stood up to express his position, but soon, they suddenly realized a possibility.

"Soon, Hirsis will serve as the Night Warden of Nagarond." Malekith responded to the confusion of the Night Wardens.

"Hiss..." Draka took a breath when he heard the news for the first time. In his opinion, this appointment was too sudden. It was unprecedented and had deep political implications.

And Kira also looked at Hirsis with a complicated look. Hirsis's son was Valahar of Asriel. She knew that land. She knew that the vastness and wealth there were incomparable to Nagaros. Dorian was extremely powerful. And now, Hirsis...

"Ten years, ten years is too long, five years!"

Draka knew what the Witch King was talking about. The previous Red Poison River Conference set a ten-year investment period for the first round. With a ten-year period, the dignitaries can do everything they can to complete the first round of investment within ten years. When Dacus returns to Nagaros, the investment will end, and the next step will be a major reshuffle of the entire Nagaros.

"Your Majesty, this?"

"No! This time, the five-year investment period after the Red Poison River Conference is held."

Draka nodded. He seemed to have guessed the Witch King's intention.

"I will distribute the investment returns, and then carry out the second round of investment. The first and second rounds of investment will be carried out at the same time."

The Night Guards looked at Malekith, and they had a chilling feeling, as if... no need to as if, they had already guessed what the Witch King was going to do.

The plan discussed by Malekith and Dacus was actually very simple. Although the plan was too cumbersome and complicated, requiring a long time of layout and extremely cumbersome steps, it was actually very simple to implement.

First, distribute the first round of investment returns, and then continue the first round of investment and carry out the second round of investment. The first round of investment is still to invest in property, and the second round of investment... is the number of troops.

At this time, the dignitaries will face two choices. One is to reinvest the investment returns as before, and the other is to use the investment returns to expand the army.

As for how to choose, it depends on the choice of the dignitaries. But no matter how they choose, Malekith and Dacus will not lose. Dacus has never broken his promise, and the investment returns have indeed returned to the hands of every dignitary. The words were written in black and white, not a penny more, not a penny less, and he followed the procedures completely. He was always generous and kind, and his personality did not collapse.

It's just that the investment period has been shortened, but this is good for the powerful. After five years, their liquid funds and real estate have been insufficient to cover their expenses, and the return on investment will further stimulate them to buy and sell real estate and investments.

But... in Malekith's opinion, not all powerful people have this kind of political vision. Most of them are short-sighted and care more about immediate interests. If a powerful person is really willing to do this, it means loyalty and choosing to be on his side. In return, he will give a certain amount of power and status as a reward after the shuffle is completed, and the return on investment will be paid out in full.

However, he believes that there are very few powerful people who choose to do this. Given the situation in Nagaros, when there is an opportunity to expand the army, which powerful person is willing to give up this precious opportunity?

When the dignitaries complete the expansion of the army, he will order the dignitaries to lead the army to the plains outside Nagarund City. This gap is so short that the dignitaries cannot carry out effective training. He knew that in many cases the number of troops was not the only factor that determined victory or defeat. A well-trained army was often more effective than a large, untrained army. His plan was to use this short time difference to seize control of the army from the powerful through quick and decisive actions.

When he completes this plan, Naggaroth will be reshuffled and reorganized, and he will have a huge army, an army that will do his bidding.

At that time, Darkus was almost back.

This was also the reason why he was preparing to start his plan in advance. He couldn't wait any longer. He knew Darkus's way of doing things too well. Maybe another five years would be wasted by going back and forth.

And this was his last chance to act arbitrarily. He also knew that Darkus would formulate procedures and laws when he returned. When procedures and laws are established, he will abide by them and take the lead in complying, rather than taking the lead in breaking them.

Naggaroth will usher in a new era.

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"Are you awake, Tigasus? I thought you would like to see this, maybe you may not get the chance again?"

The jeers echoed in Tigasus' mind. He could feel the cold torture instruments pressing against his wrists and ankles, and he knew that he was handcuffed vertically to some kind of frame. The chill that crawled over his skin told him that his armor had been stripped away, which he guessed would be inconvenient for the tormentors, who usually preferred a clean canvas at the beginning of their performance.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and observed his surroundings through the narrow slits. He was not surprised that he was in some kind of dungeon, richly decorated with imaginatively horrific tapestries hanging on the walls, he knew that this was a room designed to heighten the senses of the inmates. He wanted the tapestries to be decorative and not serve as a reference guide for the tormentors.

The tormentor was tinkering with a hideous collection of tools, arranging them one by one on a marble table, pliers and probes, tweezers and knives, bone scrapers and meat hooks, each tool he took from the ebony box. Even scarier than the last one.

Tigasus tried not to imagine what kind of torture his attempted regicide would bring to him. He thought of biting his tongue to commit suicide in order to deceive his tormentor, but the metallic taste in his mouth told him that his tormentor had already considered this. Got an idea.

He groaned in frustration. Raising his head slightly, he could see the black throne between the tapestries. The throne's marble surface shimmered with an oily sheen in the shimmering light cast by the braziers scattered around the room. When he looked at the throne, he had an ominous premonition in his heart. He knew that someone would soon sit on that seat, and when that person came, his pain would begin.

"Your Majesty has many responsibilities."

The voice came from behind Tigasus, and the hoarse whisper made him feel sick. He tilted his head back and raised his chained arms. He could feel the shackles on his feet biting as he stretched. his skin. As painful as it was, he was also rewarded, he saw the speaker. It was Druchi in black robes, and he recognized who it was. This was his old rival, a guy who had almost killed him, the Witch King's spy chief: Aigirethe.

Aegirese stretched out his hand and roughly pulled out the iron block from Tigasus' mouth.

"What do you want to know? I won't tell you anything!" Tigasus spat out the metallic taste in his mouth, and then spat towards Aigirethe.

Aegirese, who had dodged the breath attack, frowned and waved his hand in disgust, bypassing the frame that bound Tigasus, staring at Tigasus, and carefully studying the blood-stained face.

"You're going to tell me, everything I want to hear, and they're going to make anything you can think of happen, in an hour? Or in a day? It doesn't make any difference, does it? They're going to dig up every secret you've ever buried in your head, and they're going to Pull the secrets out of you and nail them to the board.

If you try to lie to them, they will know and they will make you suffer even more. Remember this, no matter what pain they inflict on you, they always have room for it. When you think the pain can't get any worse, it actually can? "

"If I tell you what you want to know, it won't change anything," Tigasus responded hoarsely.

"Foolish you are really smart, aren't you, but wouldn't you feel better knowing that those who convinced you to betray our king will share the same fate as you?"

"Do you think I'm a fool? This was a scam from the beginning!"

Aegirese did not respond with words this time, but with actions. He stretched out his hand towards Tigasus, holding a dagger in his fist. This was ejected from some device hidden in the cuff of his robe. The dagger was pressed against Tigasus' cheek.

"But you're here, aren't you?"

"Yes! I'm here, so don't ruin the show before it starts!" Tigasus warned Aegirather.

"No, this knife is your response to your disrespect to the Archon! And I can wait, I've waited so long, I can wait a little longer, I can wait a long time, I want to wait until the end." Aegirather retracted the dagger and wiped the drop of blood he had cut with the sleeve of his robe. After saying this, a smile climbed onto his thin face, and he tilted his head, posing a posture of listening attentively.

"Dacius is not dead?"

"Dead? What are you thinking about? No, I saw him not long ago, but I'm sorry, I can't tell you where I saw him, it's a secret."

Tigasus, who did not respond, turned his eyes and looked at a particularly terrible tapestry, which depicted mutilation and atrocities and fluttered outward in a sudden breeze. Suddenly, a hidden board slid open, bringing a gust of air colder than the dungeon. No, he corrected himself, this intense cold is not something the body can feel, it is a chill that scrapes the soul.

The tapestry was pushed aside, and the one who had been cut into pieces by Tigarthus not long ago walked into the room. He knew that the existence in front of him was not an illusion, but extremely real. He could feel the terrible power emanating from the Witch King, like a cruel aura. The orange-red flames burning on the helmet were like two embers of hatred, which could not be satisfied or changed.

"Your Majesty." Aegileth knelt down to greet Malekith.

Tigarthus felt his head begin to lower, which seemed to be an instinct, but he was trying to raise his head, resisting the automatic obedience that Malekith imposed on every Duruchi. He did it, and when he raised his head, he found himself staring at Malekith's ruthless eyes, and the tyrant's eyes seemed to have ironic humor.

"Do you really think you can kill me?" Malekith at this time was no longer like before, his voice was roaring like an angry mountain. He extended his iron claws, and his cold fingers grasped the prisoner's chin, causing Tigasus to tremble.

"Do you have such courage? Is your arrogance so strong? Who are you to think you can kill me? You are Duruchi, a product of this poor land! You are my creation, shaped and forged like armor and swords! I raised you from obscurity to command my armies and lead my warriors in battle, and this is how you repay me!" Malekith roared as he released Tigasus's chin and pushed the prisoner back onto the chain.

"You did nothing, and everything I have achieved I have earned!" Tigasus glared at the tyrant, his pride suppressing his instinctive fear of the Witch King, and roared.

Aegireth, who had already stood up, rushed towards Tigasus with a glowing fire tongs in hand, angry at the traitor's audacity to challenge the Witch King. As he passed by the Witch King, the fire tongs were snatched away by the Witch King and flew to the other side of the room. After finishing everything, Malekith put his backhand on his shoulder and pinned him to the spot.

"If my armor is destroyed, if my sword is broken, I will throw it away and forge a new one! But you are not broken, right? You are still proud enough to challenge me even here, so... I will pardon you!" Malekith stared at the locked Tigasus, and after he finished speaking, he waved to Aegirthe and pointed to the frame.

"Your Majesty?"

"Release him. Long ago, I walked in the wilderness of Elsing Arwen. I served as an envoy to contact the dwarves. When I came to their city, I found many interesting things. Do you know how they check the poisonous gas in the mine?

They will take a small bird and hang it in a cage to observe. If the bird dies, they know that the air in the mine has become polluted and rush back to the surface.

You should be thankful. If it were before, I would continue to tear your body apart and enjoy every scream and wail. But I will no longer indulge in this pleasure. On the contrary, I will pretend that none of this happened, because I have more important things to do, more meaningful things than this.

I will present the illusion that no one attempted to murder me and you did not cut down my illusion. I will restore your command of the army. Don't worry, no one will notice what happened tonight." Malekith said while laughing, making a harsh laugh.

When the restraints were untied by Aegireth, Tigasus rubbed his cramped limbs, his mind filled with the impossible things he had heard, the incredible kindness and forgiveness that Malekith had shown. Before Dakwus appeared, this quality was the biggest weakness in the eyes of any Duruchi. The society created by Malekith had long since degenerated and purged this noble morality, and now... it's back?

"How do you know I won't betray you again?" Tigasus asked.

"You misunderstood me, you are my little bird. When I release you, when you return to the Dread Lords without any revenge from me, what will they think? They will say you betrayed them, the cowardly will run away, and I don't need to worry about them. The bold will stay, and they will definitely plot against me, but before they act, they will deal with you first.

Of course, I will not choose to tell what happened today, unless you are willing to do so? But in my opinion, this is not a good choice, because things are likely to happen as I said."

After Malekith finished speaking, he turned and walked back to the hidden door behind the tapestry. The plan had already begun to be implemented. His goal had been achieved and the chess piece had been planted. (End of this chapter)