Warhammer: Dark Elf

The bitter cold land in the far north, Naggaroth, is the home of the dark elves Druzi. Although the environment here is much worse than the beautiful Ulthuan Island, the dark elves will still work hard to occupy it and establish it in the cold wasteland. A new kingdom.

The frosty wind blowing from the end of the world is like a knife, and the grass under your feet is corroded by chaos, and hot magma bursts out.

The wild land of Naggaroth sings the song of ice and fire. Any daredevil who sets foot on it easily will be swallowed up by this cruel land.

The weak bleed, and the strong become stronger. This is a law and truth recognized by the dark elves living here.

In the southern part of Naggaroth, the Titan Peaks, the battlefield outside Silazo-Thar City.

A black sharp crossbowman who had been affected by dark magic and died suddenly stood up.

With heavy snow falling above his head, and the biting cold wind blowing into the dark armor, this young man with white hair and blue eyes stared blankly at his companions around him.

The companions around him looked at him with the same surprise, wondering if this unfortunate guy was not shocked to death by the aftermath of the magic on the opposite side?

who I am? where am I? What am I doing? What the hell are these monkey-like dark elves around! !

By reading a large number of stories about the predecessors of time travellers, Hemmer inherited their intangible cultural heritage and their extremely adaptable mentality.

He guessed that he had traveled through time.

A few minutes ago, he turned on the computer, clicked on TWW, and then went through the process to brush up Thor's performance. As soon as he closed his eyes and opened his eyes, it became the current situation.

If you want to travel through the medieval Warhammer world, just travel through it. If you don’t want to be a tall elf with white skin, beauty, and slender thighs, then you have to be an old farmer from Baator who fights to the death, right?

But he traveled through time and became the cruel dark elf Druzi!

With an excited heart and trembling hands, Hemo just wanted to throw away the hot Dark Elf repeating crossbow in his hand, and let Khaki escape too much!! (Escape quickly).

Of course, I just think about it in my heart.

He could guarantee that as long as he turned his back to his companions, he might be stabbed to the core by a sudden dagger.

Facing the confused looks of his teammates, Hemer smiled awkwardly.

"Get ready to march for Kane's glory!!"

The slave master who was in charge of commanding Hemo's army ran over on a drooling cold lizard.

The slave masters are practicing fear lords. Before they can independently command an army of dark elves, they still need to prove their ability in commanding a raiding force, but they are eager to show their abilities and deadly ambitions. In short, it can be seen as the Dark Elf Lord in the preliminary stage.

The commotion of Hemer's resurrection was suppressed by the cold eyes of the slave master. As a reserve team, their group of black and sharp crossbowmen were about to enter the battlefield.

After being glared at by the slave master, Hemer expressed a little panic.

He didn't want to be sacrificed to the Blood God Kane by this dragon suit just after traveling through time, so he hugged the weapon in his hand tightly, the Dark Elf Repeating Crossbow, and felt that it was extremely friendly.

At the same time, when Helmer's eyes were wandering around, he discovered that there was a purple flag above his head, with an open bow drawn in the flag!

etc? Isn't this something only in the game?

Helmer secretly glanced at the friendly troops in the distance again, and also saw flags flying above their heads. The symbols on them included bows, swords, spears, and even a flag with a multi-headed snake.

His heart was beating violently, holy shit! ! He could actually see the service flags.

This flag can most intuitively show the morale and health of the troops. A complete flag represents the perfect condition of the current troops. As the battle progresses and the troops are damaged, the flag will gradually become broken. Finally, it will flash a conspicuous white light, which means that the current troops are about to flee.

Even though he had only bought the game a few days ago, Hemo still knew this little bit of common sense.

"Could it be that this is my golden finger?"

As soon as he muttered these words, a panel appeared in front of Hemo's eyes. It turned out to be a battlefield panel!

"I'm going!!" Seeing such familiar rules and regulations, Helmer almost barked.

With a casual glance, Hemer saw the current status of his troops.

Black sharp crossbowman.

Ranged infantry.

Health: 5670

Armor Strength: 30

Leadership: 65

Movement speed: 33

Melee Attack: 18

Melee Defense: 16

Weapon Power: 24

Charge Bonus: 6

Ammo capacity: 18

Troop Range: 125

Ranged power: 23

Features: Armor-piercing projectiles

Weapons with *armour-piercing properties can ignore the target's armor in most situations, making them an effective choice against heavily armored units.

However, these troops are generally heavier and attack less frequently, which makes them somewhat difficult to fight against lightly armored troops.

Current status: 90/90. Fully edited.

Howling and fighting.

Wing safety.

Full of energy.

"There is a saying, the Black Sharp Crossbowman is simply the light of first-class shooters." Hemo secretly cursed.

Although the dark elves are cruel, their military capabilities are still not weak.

Before being assigned to the battlefield, Helmer began to study his system.

The screen shows that the army he currently belongs to is ruled by the dark elf supreme mage, Morathi.

That is, the Dark Elf Witch King Spicy Chicken Shreds, ahem, Malekith’s biological mother.

Elves are all immortals and have long lifespans, so even though Aunt Mo has lived for thousands of years, she still looks young and beautiful.

In particular, the dark elf sorceresses all wear something similar. Hemo glanced at Aunt Mo standing on the hydra behind the army from afar, and reacted shamefully.

His face turned red and he quickly turned his head to fiddle with his system.

What shocked Helmer was that he was not a minion template, but a standard Dark Lord template.

In the center of the character panel, there is a picture of Hemo's current photo. With white hair and blue eyes, he is the chosen one for his good looks. He can only be called a girl but not a boy. He himself couldn't wait to fall in love with him...

It's a pity that this smart look that has never seen the world is like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, which destroys the sense of harmony.

There are three display boxes on the upper left half of the avatar, Magic Armor: Basic Armor.

Magic Weapons: None.

Magic Talisman: None.

The next section is the information bar and properties.

Information: Black Sharp Repeater

Army maintenance cost: 0

Location: Ancient City of Quintex, Titan Peaks.

Characteristics: Cheater.

Simplicity: A pure cheater.

Comes with Warhammer Template, Mini Soldier Body, and Lord Edition!

Homer: ....

How concise is this? It’s better to write it as a big guy than a cheating guy!

Speechlessly, he moved his gaze to the information bar on the right side of the avatar.

There are enchanted items and mounts respectively.

Retinue and battle flag.

But now Hemer has nothing and a blank slate.

It was his own attributes that made Hemo's eyes shine.

Character level: one

Health: 3051

Armor Strength: 30

Leadership: 30

Movement speed: 36

Melee Attack: 20

Progress Defense: 18

Weapon Power: 400

Charge Bonus: 35

Ammo capacity: 40

Troop Range: 125

Ranged power: 334

Several consecutive three-digit numbers made Helmer feel elated and in high spirits.

"Although the data has been weakened, this is the template of the lord, hehe." At least he is no longer a big-shot soldier, and has a little bit more self-protection ability on the battlefield. The corners of Helmer's mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Fortunately, he was wearing a shooter's helmet, otherwise his companions would have thought he had a seizure.

"Woooo!!!"

The horn sounded throughout the battlefield, and the slave master who was still observing the battlefield rode a cold lizard, holding a giant sword and shouted at Hemo and the others: "Now, for the glory of Kane, move forward!!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The surrounding comrades roared as if they were beaten to death.

Hemo yelled a few words, otherwise he would look out of place.

Dark elves love to kill, and Hemer knows it.

At this moment, there is a special purple ability value on his panel called Killing Achievement.

On the battlefield, the killings of the dark elves will continuously accumulate the threshold of killing proficiency. Once the critical point is reached, special effects will be triggered.

Give this group of bloodthirsty warriors a huge increase in combat power for a short period of time.

Because we have been fighting on the front line for a while, the killing achievement value is now more than half.

Under the command of the slave master, Hemo followed his companions and trotted towards the hillside ahead.

At the same time, there were three reserve teams of gloomy swordsmen around him, and a reserve team of black sharp crossbowmen were also advancing at the same time.

The dark elves all like to wear heavy armor, and they make a clanging sound when they run. The rows of warriors move like black city walls, giving them a sense of death.

Going to the battlefield for the first time, Helmer was both excited and scared.

The excitement is due to Drucci's natural killing factor, and the harm is his reaction as a normal person.

Standing on the broken earth corrupted by Chaos, Hemer huddled in the team and panted. At the same time, the high energy in the team's status bar changed to slightly exhausted.

The cold wind carried the strong smell of blood straight into Hemo's nostrils. The sour taste was nauseating.

After arriving at the designated place, the slave master in front stopped, drew back his long sword, and shouted with all his strength: "Get ready to shoot!!"

At this time, the condescending Hemer saw their enemies, who were also dark elves and held a red flag.

As we all know, Aunt Mo and her son Malekith are famous for being a loving mother and a filial son. Although Aunt Mo was kind to her son, it was a pity that she worshiped Slaanesh, the Four Gods of Chaos, and formed the Pleasure Cult. Her plans always conflicted with the Witch King's plans. Spicy Chicken Silk exiled her mother to Titan in anger. The ancient city of Quintex next to the peaks as a punishment.

Aunt Mo came down with her men, but Neros, the lord of Silazo-Thar City next door, was very unhappy with Aunt Mo.

In the world of dark elves, looking at each other too much would trigger a war, not to mention that Aunt Mo was already angry because she was exiled by her good son.

Can do it without talking nonsense.

So there was this war of the same clan.

Hemo's original body was unlucky enough to be destroyed by the magic on the battlefield.

The enemies were extremely jealous when they met, and the two sides killed each other on the battlefield with rivers of blood and mountains of corpses.

Helmer looked at the broken limbs and arms in the middle of the battlefield, and estimated that he had killed more than a dozen fully-equipped troops.

As soon as he heard the slave master talk about shooting, he quickly imitated the people around him and took out the crossbow bolts from his waist, loaded them into the crossbow, opened the machine spring, and aimed at the sky.

Black crossbow bolts filled the sky and fell like a curtain of rain towards the troops of gloomy swordsmen advancing on the opposite side. Immediately, a dozen unlucky ones were pierced to death by the falling crossbow bolts.

More soldiers raised their large shields and stepped on the corpses of their companions before moving forward in an orderly manner.

At the same time, the Black Ark pirates on the opposite side began to fight back.

The Black Ark Pirates are divided into two types of first-level infantry, one is a strong man holding a crossbow and a long sword, and the other is a super strong man holding two long swords.

Niros had two Black Ark pirates with hand crossbows. In order to use the strength of the pirates to create a situation where more and fewer were defeated, and then rely on local advantages to quickly crush Aunt Mo's troops, she directly ordered two fully equipped Black Ark pirates to follow. The sad swordsman and the black sharp crossbowman stud.

At the same time, a troop of cold lizard riders were secretly hidden in the forest, ready to steal Hemo's ass.

The crossbow arrows whizzed down from the sky, and several of his colleagues around him were shot to death. Hermer's heart was in his throat, and he could only silently pray that he would not be shot.

Suddenly, he saw the body of a gloomy swordsman at his feet. Hemo was overjoyed, picked up the opponent's shield, put it in front of him, then huddled behind the shield and raised his crossbow to shoot.

When the surrounding companions saw it, they also followed suit and swept away the shields on the ground.

With the protection of the shield, Hemo felt much more at ease. He loaded the crossbow and fired while observing the battle situation on the panel.

In front of their two crossbow shooters, there were four Dread Spearmen troops resisting the line, but they were facing the ferocious Black Ark pirates.

The loss of morale is visible to the naked eye.

"What a disgrace! Your troops are fleeing!!"

The familiar counselor's voice rang in Hemer's ears.

"What are Aunt Mo playing at? Hurry up and join the elite troops. Everyone in the front is about to die!!" Hemo was so scared. He was really afraid that the front would not be able to resist and he would be exposed in the frontal battlefield.

Just as he was muttering, Morathi's subsequent elite troops really started to move.

A five-headed snake that looked like a small mountain passed by Hemo and the others, spitting out serpentine. Wherever they passed, the ground sunk deeply and the ground shook.

War Hydras are the unique monster-type troops of the Dark Elves. They are not only rough-skinned and fleshy, but also extremely destructive. Especially, they possess the terrifying flame breath magic. As long as you give an order, those heads will compete to spit out the brightest and fiery breath. Breath of fire burns everything.

Moreover, the hydra has a terrifying attribute, which can cause a big blow to the morale of local troops.

Only troops with the noble characteristic of never being defeated are immune.

The fair-skinned and beautiful Aunt Mo stood majestically on the head of the hydra with a staff in her hand, releasing Merx's ecstasy spell to weaken the combat power and morale of the enemy's frontline troops, and easily blasted a dozen unlucky ones into pieces. Scum.

With the addition of Hydra and Morathi, the situation on the battlefield was instantly settled. Aunt Mo's troops were overwhelming, crushing them all the way.

"That's right. This is the early stage of the game. How could Aunt Mo, a legendary lord, lose the war?" Hemo thought as he watched the hydra roaring in the plain below.

He quickly loaded the crossbow and fired to strengthen his army!

Suddenly, horns sounded from the side of the battlefield.

Hemo thought it was Aunt Mo's follow-up troops coming up, so he took the opportunity to glance at the panel, and it turned out to be Silazo-Taer City, and it appeared right behind them, rushing towards him!