Warhammer: Dark Elf

The next day, the bright winter sun shone through the window lattice into the lord's room.

Homer sat by the fire, absentmindedly throwing a few pieces of wood into the grate.

The only sounds left in the huge room were the sound of fuel sizzling in the flames and the woman's intermittent sobbing.

The warmth of the fireplace spreads throughout the room. Alleria was wrapped in a thick quilt on the bed, her long hair spread over the head of the bed. She stared at his back with empty eyes. Her chiseled back was covered with scratches and blood lines, exposed without any cover. Yesterday’s madness.

The pain all over her body felt like it was about to fall apart, and the shame became more and more unbearable for her.

"I'm sorry, I... you know I'm definitely not that kind of person, it's just..." Hemer originally wanted to defend himself, but when he saw Alleria's ice-blade gaze, he promised with shame, "I'll be honest with you You are responsible for... Alleria."

She stared at him with red eyes and confronted him, tears rolling in her eyes: "You despicable bastard! I was so naive that I thought you were different from your despicable compatriots..."

Seeing how she was holding on even though she was clearly sad, Helmer couldn't help frowning and had the urge to hold her in his arms to comfort her.

"That's not the case, Alleria, you know that I never regarded you and Alleyn as slaves from the beginning...I actually..."

Hearing this, Alleria felt even more pathetic. She was treated like an object and was passed from person to person, snatched back and forth. She had finally been able to be stable for a while, and something like this happened again. What made her even more uncomfortable was that she didn't have no feelings for Helmer, it was just a sign of it, a girl's fantasy, and her little world was destroyed to pieces by last night's atrocities. But she wouldn't let him know her ridiculous feelings. She just gritted her teeth and held back tears, and would not let herself cry even if she felt wronged.

In fact, becoming a slave of the dark elves, as long as they can live well without being killed, is already the dream of most slaves. But she still expected more, which was a bit unsatisfactory. Who can blame this? It's all her fault for having thoughts about this man. It would be great if she didn't have this relationship, it would be great if she couldn't meet him... Thinking of this, she couldn't help it anymore, and tears burst into her eyes.

He had never encountered anything like this before. Looking at Alleria crying in her arms, Helmer sat stiffly by the stove and could only throw wood into the fireplace piece by piece.

"How was your experience when you tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time? You have endless aftertaste... You know the taste after eating the marrow... Do you feel that you are in ecstasy and can't control it? There is really nothing to be ashamed of, Helmer, don't suppress yourself."

Eth's bewitching voice surrounded his ears, and Hemo was furious. If it hadn't been for this Slaanesh demon, how could he have done such a beastly thing yesterday.

The culprit!

He immediately gritted his teeth and growled: "Shut up!"

Alleria, who was sobbing on the bed, thought that Hemo was scolding her, and she was full of grievances. She angrily grabbed a pillow and threw it at Hemo, tears streaming down her face.

After being slapped with a velvet pillow, Helmer woke up angrily and realized that Alleria had misunderstood him. He cursed Es, then picked up the pillow and sat by the bed to comfort her as she cried.

Seeing her struggling to swallow her saliva and turning her head to endure it, his heart was crushed by nameless pain. I really want to put down my guard, hold her in my arms, and kiss her tears gently...

The girl huddled under the quilt, choking and sobbing.

Helplessly at a loss, Hemer pulled the quilt and said, "Aurelia..."

He asked helplessly towards the bulging quilt: "Do you really hate me?"

After receiving no response for a long time, the original embarrassment turned into empty disappointment. Helmer took a long breath and whispered: "Actually... I know that in your heart I am just a hopeless dark elf... but..."

"I fell in love with you as early as outside Anaheim, when I saw you treating wounded soldiers regardless of previous grudges."

"I like every moment with you, and I like to see you working hard... But I'm too stupid, and I can't think of any way to go further... I thought it would be fine to just drag it on like this until I have the chance. It would be great if I could send you and Alleyn back to Ulthuan in one day, never to see you again."

"How can I, a hopeless dark Druzi, deserve the favor of an Asur?" Hemer hugged the pillow with a bitter smile, guarding his feelings like a patient and never escaping. Your own prison.

He once wanted to let Alleria go, but she was so stupid and stupid. He was really afraid that she would stumble in the world of the dark elves. He was also afraid that she would be ostracized when she returned to Alsuen Island, and he was even more afraid that she would be left alone. No one listened to her complaints.

"You are the light in my world, but I am the darkness in your world..."

"Idiot." Yisi's voice echoed again, "Women are all greedy. If you really want to win her favor, you should use strength to conquer her physically and mentally, and pull off the bed quilt so that she can look directly at you. "

"Shut up, devil." With his previous experience, Hemo silently replied to Ess.

Suddenly, he noticed a drop of warm liquid falling on the back of his hand, and his hand and body froze. Then he looked up and saw Alleria staring at him with tears in his eyes, "So?"

"So what?" Helmer's brain was short-circuited.

Alleria wiped her tears with her sleeves like a child, and spoke in a slurred manner: "You don't like me, you, you dark elves are all...the same, they only care about one thing..."

"What's going on?" Hermer's brain was short-circuited and he asked.

"Go to hell!" Another pillow hit him.

Taking the soft pillow, Helmer reacted and realized that Alleria was talking about Contributor's oral sex. He immediately swore: "It's unfair. I'm different from those compatriots. I'm a gentleman. Why don't you still?" Do you understand me as a person?"

"If I wanted to do that, why don't I wait until now?"

"Then what you said...that you like me...is it true?"

"Is that still false?" Hemo raised her face and said sincerely: "You are a glimmer of light in my world, but my dreams are like dragging you into darkness."

Alleria's face turned crimson at the disgusting words of Helmer, and the look of pear blossoms with rain made Helmer obsessed again.

"I won't believe you if you lie..."

Watching her petal-like lips open and close, he suddenly felt his mouth go dry. Her fragile but brave moans... The scenes that happened throughout the night were constantly replayed.

Humor gently bit Alleria's crystal earlobe. The latter let out a cry and was pushed down on the bed. He opened her hair from her forehead and kissed her in sequence from her forehead to her cheeks, the tip of her nose, her chin, and her lips. Then he kissed the neck...

Observing this, Esz silently gave a thumbs up. This son has the appearance of a champion of Slaanesh. Then her consciousness returned to Chaos, and she once again entered the never-ending great game for the Prince of Darkness.

...

In the evening, Hemo got up from the bed, hummed a little song and got dressed. Seeing that Alleria was still curled up in the quilt, sleeping soundly, he played with her golden hair and heard the latter let out a listless "hmm". There were still traces of his kisses on her neck, and the faint dark circles under her eyes reminded him of his excessive behavior all day long.

Feeling refreshed, Helmer walked out of the room and went to the corridor to stretch. He was about to ask the guard on guard to ask Melson to bring something to warm his stomach. Alleyn suddenly came out from around the corner and shook his fist angrily. Hit Hemer.

Hemo caught his move easily, then pulled Alleyn in front of him and directly locked his neck with his backhand. Poor Alleyn could not struggle under his ruthless iron hand, and could only curse angrily, "Hemo, you bastard Tyrant, traitor, rebel, adulterer!"

"Ouch!" Hemo gave the boy his favorite stir-fried chestnut and grinned, "Why are you talking to your brother-in-law?"

"Brother-in-law...?" Alleyn was stunned for two or three seconds, but struggled harder, "You are not my brother-in-law, you...you, a dark elf, actually dare to force my sister...Uncle knows I won’t let you go!”

"Eltharion? Let's wait until he takes care of the greenskins first." The Pot-Belly King Gulu is not a stunning beauty to get along with, and it was enough to give the Watcher a headache for a while.

The furious Alleyn's face turned red with anger. Hemo tried to persuade him, but he refused to listen.

It happened that the old butler Melson came with his servants to deliver food. Hemo waved and said: "Come here, feed Mr. Ai cakes."

He took out the belt and used his backhand to help Alleyn's hand. He stuffed a few pieces of cake into his mouth and finally became honest.

"Your sister is still sleeping in there. When she wakes up, tell her to eat." Without waiting for Alleyn to glare at him, he pushed the person into the room and slammed the door.

Helmer slapped his forehead and said, "It's clear."

"My brother has a bad temper and will suffer a big loss in the future. When will we find a chance to work hard?"

He planned to drag Alleyne into the army to hone his character when he entered the province of Lustria.

When they came to the hall, Kesir and Anzarez had been waiting for a long time. Seeing that the lord's expression was as usual, as if he was not the same person as yesterday, they looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

So Kesir stepped forward to report: "Sir, we found several hidden witch spirits in the townspeople's homes last night. You want to know how to deal with them."

"Calling all the residents of Iron Thorn Town to the square, and then escorting these witch spirits there, they will be executed in front of the townspeople." Hemer was somewhat influenced by the devil. Compared with the soft-heartedness before, he is now acting more and more. Decisive.

"Yes, my lord."

Half an hour later.

The townsfolk of Ironthorn, who had just recovered from the panic of the midnight of death, were summoned by the lord and gathered in the square in the center of the town.

In an instant, it was bustling and crowded.

Thousands of pairs of eyes fell on the high platform at the same time, where a dozen wizards were being restrained, their hands and feet were bound, and their heads were covered with black cloth bags. They were each detained by two burly soldiers, unable to move.

Hemer walked to the stage with Kesir, Anzarez and other guards. He raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

Then he personally pulled out Xir's sword and executed a witch spirit.

The crowd below let out a wave of cheers.

Afterwards, he returned Hemer's sword to its sheath and raised his head to signal the soldiers next to him to take action.

There were clicking sounds one after another, and the cloth bag containing the human head rolled to the ground. Hemo looked at all the townspeople of Iron Thorn Town and shouted loudly: "Young and old gentlemen, as the same saying goes, evil will not prevail against good, and evil will not prevail against good!"

After smoothly executing the remaining Kane Temple forces to appease the people, Helmer led his men out of the square and returned to the lord's manor, planning to march into the province of Lustria.