The sky was dark and shimmering with dappled light. Scarlet lightning burst through the air, the wind-howling wasteland tore apart by protruding rocks, a strong frost wind blowing through the obsidian rocks, and then a trickling rain fell on the armor of the Witch King and his retinue with a clattering sound.

The weather in Nagaros has always been fickle, as unpredictable as Duruzzi's nature, and it may be because of this that the cruel elves are like fish in water under this sky, causing sin and slaughtering living creatures.

Malekis stared at the lava ravine beneath the rain curtain, distraught, and felt a deep sense of frustration at the sight of the flames since his body had been burned by the Azuyan Flame.

Although the arrogant King Truuzzi would never admit this fact, the prohibition of open flames in the Black Tower where he lived had cost many reckless offenders their lives.

The rain was pouring down, and the mantle behind the Witch King swayed with the strong wind, and he himself stood on the edge of the cliff unswayed.

The attention of the accompanying Black Guards was always focused on the back of the majestic man, their eyes ranging from respect for the king to fear of being weak.

Clearly different from other racial faction leaders, the Witch King has always been a moody monarch, and when he is in a good mood, he can be very generous and approachable, but if things don't go as smoothly as he planned, he can become unshakably ruthless and brutal.

The thought of good and evil is vividly reflected in Malekis, but don't have the slightest unrealistic illusion about him, the obsession with the throne has completely distorted the noble character he once had as the crown prince of the phoenix.

The last weakness in her heart, her beloved wife, Lilith's priestess Elisara was also strangled by her mother Moras. The soul now shrouded in midnight armor is nothing more than a complete scumbag.

Therefore, the witch king, who is close to unpredictable emotions, may soar to prominence, or he may fly to disaster, and few people can stay with the king for a long time and get what he wants.

Having such a powerful but temperamental king is both a misfortune and a blessing for the Dark Elves.

The road ahead is bumpy and difficult, and there are always people who look up at the stars with a long vision.

With Malekith, no race or force dares to defy the Dark Elves.

The blood and tears that belong to Duruschi on the land of Nagaros will never dry up, and the fall will never end, but no matter how twisted Marekis is, he will not let Duruszy perish.

In the bleak rain, a grim-faced general passed through the Black Guard's line and came to the Witch King to salute respectfully.

The people who dared to approach the Witch King so closely, except for the Witch King's mother, were either the bravest or the most stupid.

Malekis glanced back impatiently at the visitor, and there was a rare look of kindness.

It is important to know that behind every successful man stands another man, or a group of men.

The Black Guard of Nagaron is the group of men behind the Witch King.

They were the elite of Marekis's selection from thousands of warriors, and they belonged to the five Black Towers.

The Black Tower will periodically engage in a Gu-raising melee to purge the weak and ensure that the best guards serve the Witch King.

At his peak, Malekis had summoned tens of thousands of Black Guards to fight on the island of Osun, which shows how powerful he is.

The man named Kuran Black Hand may have come from humble beginnings, but as a warrior, he was unbeatable.

As the captain of the Black Guard, Marekis's personal bodyguard, Kuran, who doesn't talk much, can be described as a veritable massacre of 10,000 people. For more than a thousand years, Kuran has fought and guarded, a loyal confidant of the Witch King and the unshakable walls of Nagarond, a living legend.

Although Kuran's combat power can be compared to that of a demigod, he is very low-key, and he has already worshipped Malekis as a god in his heart, and is willing to be the Witch King's moving backdrop.

"Your Highness, the scouts have reported that the Slippery Clan and the Grinning Clan of the Southern Rat Clan have infiltrated the territory of Nagaris, and among them, Tritus Feartail of the Grinning Clan is currently roaming the area around Karonde-Karl, causing considerable damage to the coast and shipping routes."

In awe, Kuran bowed his head and reported.

Karond Karl, the home of the octopus brother Locsia, the largest slave trading port of the Black Elves, and the location of the Tower of Despair, is currently ruled by the Dark Lord Saqqara.

"The beasts of the earth can only live in the shadows, and cannot see the sun. Tell me that Sakara should have a deadline to dispose of the filth, crush their filthy bones, and hang Trites' skin on the wall, or else she will bring her head to me. The Witch King's voice was hoarse and low, but it was reflected directly in people's hearts, full of the majesty of the superior one.

"I use the lives of these sneaky people to swear to everyone on this continent who their king is." The Witch King gazed at the magma bursting high in the rain, raised his right hand and clasped it, "Until I obtain my vengeance, any obstruction will be wiped out by my wrath." ”

Then, as quickly as the words were spoken, lightning shook the sky, rumbling echoed through the hills, and even the noisy city of Sin Nagarond fell silent.

"Yes."

Never questioning Marekis's orders, Kuran was about to send an order when the Witch King stopped him.

"I heard she's going to be defeated?"

Kuran was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted to the Witch King's mouth that she meant Moras, so he lowered his head, thought about the wording, and said: "The army of the Empress and the Lord of Loxia is currently attacking Drander, and the progress is not ideal. ”

The Witch King scoffed, "She's just self-righteous. Then the conversation changed, "However, with her methods, she will not lose her advantage in such a short time." ”

"Who is leading the way on Osune?"

"Ellarili and Tyrion."

Omitting the first two titles, Coulan continued, "Avalon and the coalition with Kosqui emerged from Unicorn Gate and Griffon Gate at the same time, cutting off the Empress's supply lines. ”

"This waste of Loxia, without my permission, who let him go to Osune Island without his permission, heh, and dare to fight the Temple of Kane, it's really a thing that doesn't know whether to live or die."

Who let you go? Of course, it's the witch king's own mother.

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

The black guards standing guard were so frightened that they didn't dare to make a sound.

After scolding Squidward, the anger that had accumulated in Marekis's heart grew, "What are you doing now?" Obion Island hasn't been beaten down yet? The beasts of the north have no ability to think. They don't make plans, they don't make plans. If he can't even deal with such a group of wild people, then he might as well die. ”

"Tell him to roll to Nagareth with his beasts before the army of Lockia is defeated."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Also, gather the Black Dragon Legion."

Hearing this, Kuran, who had never changed his face, was stunned.

Malekis ignored him, but walked to the edge of the cliff on his own, and without the slightest hesitation, stepped into the air, and then with a shocking dragon roar, the giant black dragon Seraphim swooped up from under the cliff, and firmly carried his master on the dragon's head.

It is the most chilling predator of the Black Dragons and the Witch King's favorite mount, and its shaking wings bring up wind speeds far more than ordinary wind blades.

"It's been hundreds of years, those traitors have forgotten the cruelty I have caused, and now it's time to warn them," said Marekis, standing tall on the dragon's head, and looking deep in the direction of Osune. ”