Warhammer: Dark Elf

Helmer made a spoof of square dancing and disco, in order to inject vitality into the boring and decadent daily life of the dark elves.

At first, he was worried about whether the people in Iron Thorn Town would be able to accept this too avant-garde entertainment activity, but fortunately the effect seemed to be pretty good.

Seeing the crowd dancing wildly below, with smiles on their faces, Hemo let out a long breath.

The first disco night lasted until midnight, before the townspeople left with unsatisfied expectations.

As time goes by, square dancing has become a regular entertainment activity for residents of Iron Thorn Town every night. Helmer and Alleria continued to collaborate, constantly adding to the music library.

After solving the cultural and entertainment problems, Hemer gradually focused on military affairs.

On the military side, he vigorously recruited new soldiers to make up for the losses in the previous Battle of Anaheim, and replenished each unit to full strength. At the same time, he formed five new teams, including the Gloomy Swordsman and the Dread Spear. One each of the three basic arms: hand and black sharp crossbowman.

The other one is the super-staffed Black Ark pirate group, with a number of one hundred and fifty people.

Finally, there are the fifty newly trained cold lizard knights.

The total number of old and new troops remained at about 1,500.

In terms of government affairs, Hemo continued to expand the scale of Iron Thorn Town, and the originally planned left and right expansion plans were completed one after another with the help of Feizain.

The cold lizard fence on the left was built due to the terrain, saving a lot of manpower and material resources, and was completed in only a dozen days.

In the future, this place will serve as the cold lizard breeding base in Iron Thorn Town, providing Hemo with a steady stream of cold lizard troops.

The right side of Ironthorn Town was planned by Hemer as the main future development direction. The initial construction goal was to provide housing for high elf slaves.

As time goes by, Nagaros is about to enter a harsh winter, and the night temperature in the harsh land is close to minus 50 or 60 degrees Celsius. Drucci, who has adapted to the low temperature, can stay at home every night, which is fine. But the more than 2,000 Asur slaves under Hemo could not survive the winter in their thin tents.

Helmer invested a lot of manpower and material resources in the construction of the new city, and finally got these high elves to live in a black tower that was strong enough to withstand the cold before winter came.

However, when Hemmer had just finished solving the slave housing problem, he suddenly found himself facing another huge challenge.

Death at midnight.

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On a bright winter morning, Eladen came to the back garden of the lord's manor and saw Hermer practicing magic in the open space in the middle of the garden.

Compared to her who always wears a thin windbreaker, Hemer has been wearing no fewer than four pieces of clothing since the beginning of winter, and she is wrapped up in more dumplings all day long.

If it weren't for the fact that there was nothing wrong with Hemo's appearance, Eladen would have doubted whether he was a Druchi after all.

At this moment, Helmer was chanting a spell. On the snow in front of him, a small sapling no longer than a human finger broke through the snow. It stretched out in the warm sunlight, with two emerald green leaves. Swaying gently in the breeze.

Eladen couldn't help but smile, "Master Hemer, are you planting trees? Well, these two leaves are quite beautiful, but it's probably difficult for such a young sapling to survive this winter."

Hearing the sorceress pointing behind him, two black lines appeared between Hemer's eyebrows. He flicked away Eladen's restless hand and corrected: "This is not a sapling, but a forest resurgence of life magic. "

"Do you know what forest revival is? The forest has survived for thousands of years and has extraordinary memories. When summoned, they will release the rage that has been suppressed for centuries. The rage of several centuries! Do you understand?"

"See, this is the anger that has been suppressed for thousands of years!" He reluctantly used Forest Resurrection again.

After a few minutes...

There is a companion next to the sapling, a cold wind blows by, and four green leaves tremble...

Homer: ....

"Hahaha, that's so funny." Eladen laughed heartily. "Is this the fury of the forest? Well, it's actually not useless. Maybe you can take advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness and use this move to trip him up, hehe."

"Is it really that funny?" Old Helmer blushed.

"It's okay, it's okay. Lord Helmer, in fact, the flow of the wind of life magic in Naggaroth is much weaker than usual in winter. Maybe if you wait until summer, it will become much stronger if you release it again?" At least it can be used to make fire sticks."

Helmer knew that Eladen was teasing him, so he couldn't help but let out a long sigh and exhaled a thick white mist.

"Let's get down to business. I came to see you today to discuss something important." Hemo sat in the pavilion and poured a cup of hot water for the two of them.

Eladen picked up the cup and took a sip, "Big deal? Has Master Hemer figured it out?"

"Thinking about what?"

Eladen raised his eyebrows and smiled ambiguously, "Of course you will work with me to contribute to the population of Druzi."

"Ahem, cough, cough. What are you thinking about every day?" Hemo choked in his throat and coughed for a long time while holding the cup. "I asked you, can you stop thinking about all the things you have and don't have? Little girl, can you be more reserved?"

"Tch, boring." The highlights of his eyes suddenly dimmed, and Eladen looked up at the ceiling in pain: "Hermer, tell me whether you are a man or not. How come you are not tempted at all by such a sexy beauty? Forget it. Yes, you want to realize your big plan, I know. But you are not young anymore. In a few years, it will be time to think about your partner... You may die in battle one day, and you will not even have any descendants by then. No.

"Bah, bah, bah. Stop!" Hemer put down the cup and made a gesture, "First of all, I am a man, and secondly, you have nothing to do with the word sexy. Finally, I will definitely live longer than you. For future generations. You don’t need to think about the problem anymore.”

"Anyway, I don't want to be entangled in these things if I don't capture Lustria." Hemo firmly believes that youth is invincible and hates being restrained.

"Lustria? Why don't you just conquer Ulsuan Island?"

"It's not impossible."

Eladen opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word for a long time: "...Okay, I've convinced you. Then why do you want me to plant trees with you?"

"Of course that's not the case."

"Tch, boring." Elladen said in disgust, "What is that?"

"Death at midnight."

"Death midnight?" Elladen wondered, "It will be held in half a month. What are you doing for this?"

Hemo stood up, looked at the falling snow outside the pavilion, and said in a low voice, "There have been a lot of outsiders in Iron Thorn Town recently, as you know."

"You know, aren't they just those witch spirits from the ancient city of Quintex? They came here to help Cain sacrifice to achieve the number of death midnight sacrifices. They are just a bunch of crazy women." Eladen shrugged.

The dark elves hold a bloody carnival called Death Midnight every year in winter. On this night, all witches will conduct a sacred procession in the streets and alleys, capturing all creatures they see, regardless of their status or status. Gender, all were sent to the temple to be sacrificed to Kane.

If the set number of sacrifices cannot be completed, these witch spirits will randomly die to sacrifice Kane.

During this period, all ordinary residents can do is lock their doors and pray that the witch spirits will not find them, or prepare a large sum of money to give to the Temple of Cain.

Even if they make it through the midnight of death safely, families who have not been "visited" by the witch spirit will customarily sacrifice a family member to thank Kane.

With Hemer's character, he would never allow such a thing to happen in his territory.

"Ironthorn Town will not host Death Midnight." Hemer clapped his hands and said firmly.

"Huh?" Is there something wrong with my ears? Sir Hemo would actually say such a thing?

"Lord Helmer, you'd better only say this kind of thing in front of me. Otherwise, if just anyone hears it, big problems will arise." Elladen shook the cup in his hand and looked at the ripples that continued to appear in it. , with a solemn tone: "You should know that midnight of death is an extremely sacred day. Whether it is the wizards who perform the rituals or the captured civilians, they all firmly believe that only by offering enough flesh and blood sacrifices to Kane can he Will protect our Druchi clan."

"So, you have to understand that to prevent Death Midnight from happening, you are not just fighting against the Altar of Kane or the Witch Spirit, but against all the believers who believe in Kane."

Eladen's dark lips curled up slightly, "Rebellious actions will most likely lead to enemies of the world."

Her words did not scare Helmer. He had already thought about these issues before, so he responded with a chuckle: "Eladen, to tell you the truth, I have never believed in Kane."

Helmer sat opposite her and met the sorceress's gaze openly.

"Since you don't believe in Kane, which scripture are you deviating from, and which way are you rebelling against?"

And Drucci, who doesn’t believe in Kane? Elladen was stunned and stared at Helmer in disbelief.

But then she thought about it, ever since she met Hemer, this guy always acted out of common sense, and he was not as kind as Drucci.

If she didn't believe Kane, Eladen wouldn't believe it if another fear lord said this, but Helmer, she thought it was entirely possible.

Seeing that Eladen seemed to take it seriously, Helmer immediately couldn't help but laugh, "You believe I'm joking."

"You actually lied to me, Hemo!" Damn it, I was actually fooled by this big piece of wood, Hemo. Elladen suddenly became angry and grabbed Hemo's collar and shook it.

"Wrong, wrong. Sister, why don't you think I was wrong?" Hemo admitted on the spot.

"Hehe, that's pretty much it."

"Okay, let's get down to business." Hemer regained his serious expression and said: "Although I believe in Kane, I also know what is right and what is wrong, and I have never blurred the boundaries between right and wrong. Who dares If anyone is wiped out on my territory, I will capture whoever is there and sacrifice it to Kane."

"And as far as I know, Death Midnight is essentially a ritual to honor Kane. The so-called flesh and blood sacrifices were added later and are unnecessary. Even the Witch King has emphasized that it is prohibited in Hal Gunn. There is excessive killing in places outside the west. I guess he doesn’t like death at midnight. I’m just doing things according to the Witch King’s will.”

"I have investigated and found that the current midnight of death is overly commercialized. The major shopping malls in the ancient city of Quintex are eager to put on the shelves half a year in advance the festival life-saving gift packages and the same sexy dress as the Queen. Contemporary young people in Druzining have forgotten death. The true meaning of midnight is only filled with killings and long holidays! The festival is increasingly losing its original flavor! I think back then, the meaning of midnight of death was just to respect Kane! Traditional culture, Eliden! Don’t forget the original intention of the festival!" Hemer He slapped the table and said sadly.

"Uh..." What kind of word is this...

Elladen smiled helplessly, "Lord Helmer, it's useless for you to tell me. You have to go talk to those Kane priests."

"Discussing the importance of human life with those murderous maniacs? Then I might as well play the piano to a cow." Hemer took Eladen's hand and said with sincere eyes: "That's why I asked you to help me."

"Help you? How can you help?"

"Absolute suppression!" Hemo clenched his fists and said coldly.