Warhammer: Dark Elf

The Battle of Anaheim City ended with the near-annihilation of Nagaryth's defenders. The kingdom of high elves ushered in a very unsatisfactory defeat.

This is the first successful large-scale revenge operation by the dark elves since the high elves attacked Naggarond in 2423.

For a long time, the dark elves have been on the losing side in most of the wars with their high elven cousins. This time, Morathi led an army to conquer Anaheim and severely damaged Nagaryth, which undoubtedly changed the long-term decline of the dark elves.

However, although the Sect of Joy nominally occupied Anaheim, due to the desperate resistance led by Shadow King Aris, the Nagaryth army that occupied the ideal location almost wiped out the active forces above the sixth level of the Sect of Joy. At the end of this battle, the number of dead and wounded dark elves, excluding the sacrificed slaves, far exceeded that of the high elves.

At the same time, fierce battles broke out in the Doomsday Woodland to the north and the vast ocean to the southeast.

Malus Blackblade, the dark elf prince of Hagrid Grave, was ordered by the Witch King Malekith to intercept Ariel's twin sisters in the woods outside Desolation Fortress. The two sides started a bloody battle in the jungle. Originally, the wood elves One side took advantage of the terrain to gradually tilt the balance of victory. At the critical moment, Malus borrowed the power of the Chaos Demon Zhacha to reverse the battlefield on his own, forcing the twin sisters and their army back to the Witch Forest.

The Battle of the Vast Ocean was even more tragic. The leader of the God Bless evil party, Loxia-Fallen Heart, gathered fifteen black arks, including the flagship "God Bless Tower of Terror", and the Elf Princess Etain. Thirteen giant dragon ships led by Itirnai met in a narrow road.

On the rolling sea surface, the deafening soul main gun of the Black Ark and the invincible and powerful star blade attack angle of the giant dragon ship once again show off.

During the battle, the black ark "Frostbite Jackdaw" was rammed and sunk by the giant dragon ship "Pranaya". Crazy Loxia ordered the fleet to jump ship and engage in hand-to-hand combat. The giant dragon ship "Alred" "" All members of the Lothern navy on board, including the commander Etain noble Kelenna, were killed.

After a fierce battle between the two sides for six hours, the Etain fleet took the lead in withdrawing, declaring the end of the war. Then the unmanned "Alred" was sunk by Loxia's order.

There is never a so-called winner in a war. The losses suffered by both sides in this battle were far higher than most battles in the Age of Revenge.

Nagaryth lost the military town of Anaheim, and the Sect of Joy was also greatly weakened in this war. Although the Witch King Malekith and his mother Morathi provided reinforcements, in fact the relationship between mother and son No one knows whether it has eased or not. After all, the Witch King's move has more implications of attacking the high elves.

Anyway, the war finally stopped. This war has exhausted the energy of both sides, and there will be a long truce period. Some people predict that there will be no further war between the two sides.

Because in the northern region of Naggaroth, the Norscan barbarians who believe in chaos are restless and frequently march westward to invade the Dark Elf territory for plunder. The Witch King Malekith sits in Naggarond and personally guards the country. Unless necessary, he will not leave the royal capital easily these days.

The high elven kingdoms of Ulthuan also have no motive to expand the war. On the one hand, the fleet of Eltharion the Ruthless is fighting against the greenskins in the Badlands; on the other hand, Prince Tyrion of the War Council and Eternal Queen of Avalon. Laruili was physically and mentally exhausted by the Witch King's offensive that replaced defense. She was too busy guarding the territory of Ulsuen Island to take care of herself, and she was even less able to use force against Naggaroth.

The two sides were at a stalemate at the grand strategic level, and small-scale encounters still occurred from time to time on the vast ocean, but these were reserved entertainment items in the daily lives of the elves.

The Elves cannot live without civil war, just as the Empire cannot live without Emperor Sigmar.

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On the night they captured the city of Anaheim, the Dark Elf army turned the once glorious High Elf city into a hell on earth in order to vent their anger and satisfy their desire to kill and plunder.

In the square covered with milky white marble in the center of the city, thousands of high elves, including defected slaves, disabled soldiers, and a large number of innocent citizens were pulled to the guillotine, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, each head rolled Every drop will cause excited cheers from all around.

That night, each of Hal Gansey's executioners blunted an average of three long knives.

On the chaotic and messy streets, a lonely figure was walking alone towards the coast. The fleeing high elf citizens saw it from a distance and fled in the other direction like a god of plague. The passing dark elf soldiers saw it and saluted respectfully. Then he continued to chase his prey excitedly.

The night was illuminated by flames that reached the sky. Countless civilians were being chased by soldiers, panicking in the sea breeze. The strong wind is also an invading enemy. It moves wantonly, knocks and shakes the courtyard doors fiercely, and pours smoke into every opportunity.

At this time, a child's whimpering sound came from the grass. Hermione looked over and saw a mother crying silently. Her face turned red and she covered the mouth of her crying child.

She looked at Helmer, fear instantly overpowering sadness.

Looking at her tearful eyes, Hemer was suddenly at a loss. He didn't know in what capacity and how he should comfort her. After all, he was an intruder himself.

Several witch spirits noticed the strange movement in the grass. They ran over and saluted Hemo who was standing beside him. Then he walked towards the mother and daughter with a grin. Hemo stretched out his hand to dissuade them, but the murderous witch spirits did not. Already rushed forward regardless of right and wrong.

The tragedy is happening right in front of our eyes.

Splashes of blood hit the broad leaves, and drops of blood soaked the corrupted soil.

As he continued to move forward with a heavy sense of guilt, the scenery on both sides kept changing, but except for the collapsed and destroyed buildings, and the armor and weapons lying on the ground, there were no living things. On this cruel night, Helmer could see every sin imaginable. He inhaled the choking smoke with every breath he took.

The dirty and painful faces of the mother and son, and the looks of the soldiers who fell around him, kept appearing alternately in his mind. Excessive confusion distracted him, and then he reversed it through self-imposed compulsion. Finally, Helmer stood on the soft beach of Anaheim Port. The vast ocean close at hand was lit by the city's firelight, rippling with golden waves.

The sea breeze blew over Hemo's cheeks, which were covered with blood and dust, and felt wet and cool. He took a deep breath, and the frosty wind carried the watery air and breathed it into his lungs, which was not pleasant.

He pulled out his long sword and inserted it into the sand. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and knelt down on one knee. His forehead was pressed against the cold blade, silent.

This is the border of hell, and only the noisy sound of the waves echoing in my ears.

Helmer was thinking that from his own position he shouldn't touch those high elves, but he still felt sad.

The faces of the mother who died holding her child...the young soldier who became his own sword...the faces of the soldiers who died tragically at the gate of the city emerged one by one.

Hemo listened to the sound of the waves, struggling and confused in his heart, as if a hole had been dug by life, empty and a little cold.

At some point, Eladen came to his side. She put her hands in the pockets of her windbreaker and stood gracefully in the wind. Her black pupils were filled with starlight and crimson, and she looked at the boundless ocean in the distance with her deep eyes.

"If Lord Helmer is feeling confused for the soldiers who died in Iron Thorn Town, or the citizens who were massacred behind him, it would be better to go back and have a good sleep, rather than wasting his feelings."

Eladen's voice was cold, just like the sea breeze at night, dry and lonely.

Homer looked at her.

There were no lights here, only the moonlight shining on the sorceress's pale skin. Her dark hair was messy in front of her forehead, covering one eye. The lace on the sleeves of the windbreaker is like the thin wings of a white butterfly, always quivering in the wind when you don't notice.

From this angle, Hemer couldn't see the specific look in her eyes.

Eladen raised his dark lips and whispered softly: "War is a power game for the superiors, and human nature in war is also distorted. Even if it is a beautiful thing, it has experienced countless baptisms of war, and the final result is the same. .”

"Like Anaheim, like us. The bitter cold land of Naggaroth in the far north is the new home of our dark elves, but why can high elves and high elves live in the warm and rich island of Ulsuen? We are also elves. Do you have to endure the biting cold wind and kill each other for a little bit of food on the barren land?"

"This is more than just a blood feud..."

"Lord Hemer, you know, if we lose, everything that happens in this city will happen in the ancient city of Quintex. Death follows a shadow and will not disappear depending on time and place. There will always be dead, not us, It’s them who have become nothing but the cheeks of the dead.”

"Well, if you want to really change everything, I can point out a clear way."

Hemo was silent for a while and asked in a low voice: "How to do it?"

"Don't you understand, sir? It's precisely because your kindness and evil are not pure enough that you feel pain. If you always maintain a high position, keep your heart calm, and be rational enough to be cruel, you will no longer suffer from seeing others suffer. , right?" Elladen seemed to chuckle, "Lord Hemer was born in Druchi, and he actually has a kind heart. I really don't know what to say."

Hemo was speechless, and then heard the sorceress continue, "In fact, there is still a way to go. It must be understood that those who control power control destiny. When you have the power powerful enough to change the world, you don't need to care about anyone else's opinion. Darkness Whether elves or high elves, they will all surrender to the will of absolute power."

He met the gaze cast by the sorceress. From the time he met her until now, she has always looked out of place, and she could still smile even if her hands were stained with blood. Homer had never seen her calm, let alone such a deep look.

Facing the sea breeze, Helmer was thinking about Eladen's words.

Suddenly, she called his name.

"Hey, Homer."

"Ok?"

"Have you ever seen a blue deeper than the sea?" Eladen suddenly asked.

The sea breeze blew gently, and the two of them were so close that he could smell her charming fragrance and see the stars in her eyes.

A deeper blue than the sea? What color is that? Helmer was startled and then shook his head.

"I've seen it." She bent down and stared into his blue pupils.

As if he thought he was too boring, Eladen showed his usual charming smile and turned away, heading towards the city of Anaheim that had turned into hell.

Homer was left alone, wandering on the edge of hell, his thoughts in disarray.