Chapter 57 2s! yes!
Life is still boring.
Dacus began to practice bow and arrow shooting outdoors in the wind, and the practice method was very simple.
Bainie tied the tail of the crossbow with a rope and hung it on the flagpole in the square. The head of the crossbow swung in the whistling cold wind, and Daquus needed to move and shoot from a long distance to hit the arrow.
One day, Maranul suddenly contacted Daquus and told him that Kral, the patriarch of the Heart Eater family, would hold the family's traditional trial again.
The traditional trials of the Heart Eater family are quite harsh. Kral often arranges some cruel tasks to test the abilities of his sons. For example, he lets some young and strong Norscans escape to the forest of Kral Karond, and Kral's sons must bring back a token to prove that the slaves are dead, otherwise they will never be allowed to return to the city.
In a previous trial, Mangil had successfully caught up with and slew his target. Upon his victory, he rejoiced. He smeared blood on his face, then ripped out the target's heart and drank deeply from it. Finally, he skinned the target and ate it raw. Covered in the bloodstained skin, Mangil wandered back to Clar Kalond, earning his father's respect and a great reputation.
Did they think the situation wasn't big enough? Perhaps the return of their Black Ark had given them confidence?
Dacus expressed his doubts. Looking at the erratic Maranur in the crystal ball, he teased, "My dear brother, are you sure? Your legal brothers are leaving the city with such fanfare at this time. Aren't they setting a trap for us? Are we the actual prey?"
Maranur, who was on the other side of the crystal ball, hesitated after hearing these words.
Seeing Maranur's silent expression, Daquus stroked his forehead anxiously.
The Hell's Disaster Family attaches great importance to the principle of blood is thicker than water, even more so than some clans in previous lives. At least that was the case when Annasara, the core matriarch of the family, was around.
As a member of the direct lineage, Dacus cannot stay out of many things, nor can he ignore them. Instead, he has to actively participate.
Dacuus knew Maranur was waiting for him. He sighed and said, "Send a few good fighters out of the city. Then contact Dastan of the Cold Eyes family and ask him to bring some good fighters with him! I'll go meet your legal brothers, my dear brother. You know the price!"
Maranul didn't agree with a smile as if his expression had suddenly changed. Instead, he said with a more serious expression, "I'll think about it and give you an answer tomorrow."
Dacus shrugged and said to Alyssa, who was continuously supplying mana to the crystal ball, "It seems we are alive again."
Alyssa said respectfully: "Just give your orders, sir."
Darkus snapped his fingers, stood up, and said with a sinister smile, "There's something I need you to do. Let's go test those glowing green stones."
The test was simple. The slaves were asked to pick up dimensional stones of different sizes and place them at the marked points. Straw targets and armor were set up next to them for the Black Sharp Crossbowmen to practice shooting crossbows, in order to test the power and killing range of the dimensional stone explosion.
These warpstones were from the Hag Graves Mine. They were plentiful when they were first mined five thousand years ago, but with deeper excavations, they were now completely gone. All they could do was wait for warpstone to fall from Morsrib, like a meteorite, but meteorites typically fell in the dark lands of the Old World, and there was no record of them falling in Naggaroth. Fortunately, the Hellbane Family's warehouses held more than enough for Darkus to squander.
Warpstone, known by various names such as Blackstone, Filthystone, Seerstone, and Burning Stone, is a brilliant green uranium crystal substance that is essentially a solidified form of pure Chaos energy. As the Winds of Chaos are the true source of all Winds of Magic, Druki warlocks believe that warpstone is the ultimate physical manifestation of pure magic. It is extremely unstable and can cause violent explosions if bumped or magically activated.
Each race has different views and uses of dimensional stone. Four thousand eight hundred years ago, when there were not so many rules, Newkel bribed a descendant of the Night Lord using some extremely high-end methods. That descendant sprinkled dimensional stone powder on his father's bed.
Warpstone has no distinctive odor, but instead feels slightly warm to the touch. Unrefined warpstone is highly toxic to all living things; prolonged exposure to it can cause madness, mutation, and death. Long-term use of warpstone creates an addiction far greater than any other poison, a never-ending addiction that torments its victims for the rest of their lives. One can only imagine what happened to his father.
Grind this thing into powder and take it, the effect is extremely strong. Of course, this thing should be eaten raw or chewed dry, it has the effect of prolonging life. It is recommended to take it with musk of Slaanesh, maybe the god of love and joy will like it.
Alyssa wanted to use her mana to cause the unstable dimensional stone to explode, to test how far away and how much mana was needed to detonate it.
Dacus was a play-it-or-leave-it type of Druzy; he didn't want to get stuck at a crucial moment and make a fool of himself. He wasn't filming a movie or TV series, so he didn't want any of the melodramatic, sentimental scenes you see in movies.
Of course, this kind of dangerous and radioactive experiment will definitely not be held in the village, but in a downwind place outside the village. Those hard shadow sticks are still standing there, and they will also have the honor to participate in this experiment.
Dacus covered his mouth and nose with silk and stood on the wall to watch through a telescope. Alyssa began to test from near to far.
Daxus needs to supervise the entire process to ensure that the dimensional stones used in these experiments are completely consumed without leaving a trace of powder. He doesn't want Druzy to use this thing against him.
Daxus was very satisfied with the experimental results. The explosion effect of the big one in the box must be very yes! yes!
The next day, Maranur contacted Dacus again through the crystal ball.
Maranul looked at the equally erratic Daquus in the crystal ball and said firmly, "Dastan will go to the forest tomorrow. His family has agreed to join the game."
Dacus said calmly, "You know the price. Has Young Master Newker agreed?"
"The young master told us to do it ourselves. As long as the clan mother is happy on Haniel Hara day, that's all that matters."
In the eyes of Annasara and her son, these powerful Druzi nobles in the city of Krakalond are only suitable to be training objects and tools for the children of Hell.
Reality is often so cruel. Although we are all Druzy, no one is Druzy. The difference between Druzy and Druzy is so great.
In Dacus's view, this city with spires everywhere was no different from a primitive slaughterhouse. His only luck was that he was a butcher, not a struggling animal. However, a butcher also had to be skilled, as it would be a laughing stock if he was knocked over by an animal.
"I'm only sixteen. I'm still young, a child, and I don't understand anything. Why would I do all this? And why did all these things happen at the same time? Isn't it said that a conspiracy takes a hundred years to ferment?"
Dacus pondered for a long time and then said slowly, "You should pay attention to the movements of the cult in the city recently. I have a feeling that your fiancée is a cult follower."
Maranul nodded and said, "I also suspect she's a cult follower. After all, we need a reason." He shrugged and continued, "But it doesn't matter. She will be one by the time she gets there."
The brothers ended their conversation.
Sorry, there is only one chapter today_(:з」∠)_
