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The dark elves have a very strict hierarchy.

Anyone who is appointed as a Lord of Terror by the Witch King will receive something new in addition to the wealth, status and power he deserves.

The thing called the Iron Book is Malekith's best way to control all the Dread Lords.

His mother Moras preferred to use slow-acting poisonous wine to keep her men loyal.

For the Witch King, the Iron Book Voucher is more effective and can also avoid many unexpected situations.

All Dark Elves who accept the status of Dread Lords will place this terrible object around their necks.

It is both a proof of their identity and power, and also a shackle that binds them.

For loyal Dread Lords, this Iron Book can resist many throat-cutting attacks.

And for the disloyal Lords of Dread, terrible things will happen as long as the Witch King Malekith recites the spell.

This iron certificate will slowly turn into a pool of molten iron until it melts through the entire neck of the unfaithful person, causing him to suffer long and miserable pain.

As for Mousse, she failed, let down the Witch King's expectations, messed up the Witch King's plan, and according to the laws of the Dark Elves, she was sentenced to death.

The spell was slowly recited from Malekith's mouth, and the iron certificate on Mousse's body immediately began to melt, leaving no time to pull it apart.

The boiling molten iron directly pierced her skin and fell into her flesh.

The smell of burnt barbecue rushed into her nostrils. Her only luck was that she would definitely die of suffocation before she was completely killed by the pain.

"Master Witch King, wait a minute!"

Featheryn immediately ran out and half-knelt in front of Malekith. Her sudden appearance interrupted Malekith's spell, giving Mousse time to catch his breath.

"It's not just the Hunnic troops coming from the north, there are also Khorne demons. We were repelled by the demons. There were probably more than 200 bloodletters."

"If we don't lead our army north immediately, after passing through the northern outpost, those demons will kill in our land, and then create more blood and skulls, and continue to strengthen their power."

Although Featheryn didn't say it, Malekith immediately knew what was more important.

The appearance of demons is indeed a big problem. It is definitely not enough for Mousse to garrison with only a few hundred people. It is not that the combat is disadvantageous.

"You can be spared the death penalty, but you didn't choose to die in battle. Instead, you dared to come back to see me. You can't escape this punishment while you're alive."

Time was running out, and Malekith couldn't make a long judgment.

"You will be stripped of your status as a dread lord! You will no longer be reduced to a slave. All your wealth will be confiscated. You will be left to fend for yourself."

Then the two slave masters at the side quickly stepped forward and pulled off the plate armor on Mousse that represented his identity as the Lord of Terror.

The sword and shield were all retracted, and even the mask was forcibly pulled off her face.

The large army, led by Malekith, immediately headed for the northern fortress, determined to keep the demon's offensive out.

Everyone, including the sorceress Featherin, left with the main group.

In the wildness of ice and snow, only Mousse was left, who was seriously injured, thinly dressed and on the verge of death.

She fell to the ground, with only one arm still able to move. Enduring the intense pain in her body, she slowly crawled towards the endless wilderness.

The pain was especially severe around the neck and chest.

"It's okay."

Wendlow saw Mousse's actions very familiarly. The guy frowned slightly and rubbed his neck, then regained his calm expression in a moment.

"It's okay, it's the same old problem, the wound is hurting again, rub it well for me when you get back."

The two of them just walked on the road, completely ignoring Featherin who was following behind them.

"Is this your slave butler? He looks pretty good. Lend it to me to squeeze for a bit."

As for the dark elves, they would not be aware of any business cooperation.

In Featherin's eyes, Wendlow was just a slave of Mousse, a higher-level butler slave.

"I'll carry you."

It’s still the same as before. This was their habit when they were doing business in the Old World.

Mousse, who is in charge of security and combat, needs to maintain his strength during the long journey, and most of the physical work will be done by Windlow.

The three of them have already reached the outskirts of Lothern City.

Here, the identity of a dark elf can be easily disguised, but creatures like the cold lizards cannot escape the inspection of the guards.

After releasing the three cold lizards, the three walked into the city of Lothern.

Because the high elves and dark elves have a long history of sending spies to each other to gather intelligence.

Featherin naturally knew how to conceal her own aura. She could cover her exposed body with a robe and remain safe without revealing any magical aura.

But in her eyes, the human slave named Windlow seemed to be too close to Mousse.

But it doesn’t matter. Slaves are slaves, slaves without any identity.

Now that he has finally found Mousse, the woman he has been thinking about, he is naturally very excited. He wishes he could hug Mousse completely in the next second and then hehehehe.

However, the unexpected arrival of a figure made Feselin immediately prepare to escape.

In front of her, a Hoss magician suddenly appeared and directly called out the names of Wendlow and Mousse.

"How is it, has the treaty reached Malekith?"

Mousse glanced at Wendlow, indicating that he should come to him with this problem and not bother himself.

Something happened that made Feselin alert. Why could a slave speak on behalf of his master?

I have to keep a low profile now, as it seems that the magician Hess has noticed my presence.

"Malekith agreed to become the king of Nagarythe, but left the kingdom to the three of us. His forces did not disperse, and he himself did not leave."

After Wendlow finished speaking, he turned around and pointed at Featherin who was wearing a cloak.

"That is the dark elf sorceress named Featheryn who was sent by Malekith to monitor us and deliver messages."

As soon as these words were spoken, Featherin was confused. What was going on? Was he selling out her information?

However, the magician Hess just glanced at Featherin again and did not make any threatening moves. Instead, he focused all his attention on Windlow.

"So you have to take your people to build the Kingdom of Nagarythe. This is something that has to be done, otherwise you won't be able to explain to either side."

The two of them were like friends who had known each other for a long time, talking to each other about their plans for the future construction and management of the Kingdom of Nagareth.

Finally, Featherin couldn't stand the pressure anymore, and forced her way between the two of them, removing all her disguises.

"What, Magician Hoss! You must be pretending to have a conversation and stalling for time to wait for reinforcements, right? But you can't stop me."