Warhammer: Dark Elf

"Hermer, you are very interesting." Morathi chuckled, her violet pupils sparkling, "I have heard about what you have been doing in Lustria in the past few months. I am... double surprised. .”

"You used to pity humble slaves and save the lives of dying wounded soldiers. Now, in the blink of an eye, you betray Skaven allies and plunder human colonies. Even I can't understand you. Are your kindness and evil just a pretense? Is it coming out, or is there no bottom line in the first place?”

"In just a few months, he has become so cold-hearted. Sure enough, power can change people beyond recognition."

Faced with Morathi's exclamation, Hemo pursed his lips and forced a smile that was both bitter and self-deprecating.

He wanted to be kind, but in Druchi's world, every kind act he did would be regarded as an alien. Did they give him a chance to be kind?

Good people deserve to be held at gunpoint.

It was the survival rules of Nagaros that taught him that as long as he could climb to the pinnacle of power, it didn't matter if he was a beast?

After a moment of silence, Hemo lowered his head slightly and whispered: "People change, my queen."

"Indeed." Morathi picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine. Her charming voice echoed in the hall, "I'm glad you didn't go astray. I'm very optimistic about your ability, but you still lack some... means. "

"means?"

Under the light, there is always darkness, and Morathi's eyes were filled with shadows. She shook her wine glass and seemed to be talking to herself: "If you want to be on top and stand out, you must be more ruthless than others. Trample all those who stand in front of you under your feet, scratch with a poisonous dagger, add some medicine to the wine, slander a proud warrior... Over time, they will cause more serious harm than the sword, my dear... "

Regardless of whether the people below heard it or not, she stretched out her body, brushed away someone who was about to have a nosebleed, and got up to go to bed.

Helmer stood in the empty hall, pinched the tip of his nose, and sighed slightly: "I'm very angry now." He opened the door angrily and left, standing on the balcony blowing the cold wind to calm himself down before thinking about Morathi. the meaning of previous words.

...

For several months, Morathi garrisoned the ancient city and stood still.

And the direction of the war, just as Helmer predicted, is extremely unfavorable to the dark elves.

The west side of Hagrid's Hall, the main battlefield.

Even the strategic Malus was restricted by the natural dangers of the Black Ridge Mountains and was unable to use his tactics.

In the early days, he followed the inherent fighting method of the dark elves, filled the battle line with his life, gathered an army and stormed the main mountain road. In two months, he paid a lot of casualties but made no progress.

The narrow and steep mountain roads prevented the huge army of dark elves from effectively deploying their formations and taking advantage of their numerical advantage. Instead, they were stuck in the rugged terrain, unable to advance or retreat, and became a living target.

The wood elves lurking in the dense forest shot out a rain of arrows, like cutting wheat, shooting down the groups of dark elves in a pool of blood.

The wood elves stubbornly blocked the invading enemies at the outskirts of the Blackridge Mountains.

After being unable to attack the interior of the ridge for a long time, Malus changed his mind and sent two dark lords, Shakara of Karonde-Kar and Alyssa of Krakaronde, to lead an army each from the Ardaeus Temple in the north and from the west. The Hound Plains took a detour to attack the Witch's Woodland.

At that time, the army will attack from three directions at the same time, which will inevitably make the Twilight Sisters' few armies overwhelmed. Then, he can take down the Witch Grove in one fell swoop.

The plan was perfect, but it got stuck at the first step.

When Shakara led his men through the dangerous ice rock canyon, they happened to encounter a group of beastmen marauding across the border.

Among the bottomless ice cliffs, the dark elf army cautiously advanced and encountered Kroc Human Tearer and his infamous shadow gore war beasts. The bloodthirsty beastmen didn't care about their lives at all. They waved their battle axes like crazy and charged into the dark elves' army, causing a bloody storm. Unprepared, countless dark elves were either killed or fell into the ice cliff in panic. With countless casualties over time, Shakala had no choice but to retreat to Hagrid's Hall.

Alyssa in the north encountered more enemies. Garak Blood Gap of the Splithorn Tribe and Taunos Bronze Bull of the Horn of Carnage tribe. Two beastmen and beast herds emerged from the dense forest to plunder. There were also the funeral sects who were eyeing her. After paying an equally huge price, Alyssa reluctantly withdrew from the Ardaeus Temple, which was then burned to the ground by the beastmen.

Both surprise attacks failed, and the angry Malus had no choice but to put his hope in the air force. As a result, when the harpies flew over the towering peaks of the Blackridge Mountains, they were proud of the wood elves. The forest dragon and the giant eagle targeted them. After a fierce aerial battle, the defeated banshees fled in all directions.

If you can't beat it, then continue to spend it. Malus didn't care about the lives of his men anyway.

In this way, the brutal war lasted from the autumn of 2425 to the spring of 2426, and a large number of dark elves died on the battlefield of the Black Ridge Mountains.

The disparity in numbers of the Wood Elves also reached the critical point of support, and the defense line was crumbling.

Seeing that the time had come, Morathi, who was entrenched in the ancient city of Quintex and watched the tiger fight from the mountain, finally gathered her troops and set off slowly. Along the way, everyone thought she was going to reinforce the battlefield in the Black Ridge Mountains.

Therefore, when the Desolate garrison stationed in the Desolate Fortress saw the Joy Sect army arriving, they immediately opened the city gate to welcome them, but they did not expect that they would be killed.

The Joyful Cult army rebelled on the spot, slaughtered all the deserted defenders at the city gate, and breached all the gates of the Desolate Fortress in one fell swoop.

Morathi's army marched in, capturing slaves and plundering wealth.

It was night, and the entire Fortress of Desolation was ablaze.

After the city was captured, without the restraint of Morathi, the Dread Lords each led their troops to plunder the city and hunt down the defeated army.

Only Hemer did not take any action. He quietly waited for his prey under the shadow of the sea of ​​fire with his absolutely loyal Dawn and Dusk Mist Guards.

Time passed by, bodies were scattered on the chaotic streets, and screams could be heard in the distance.

Thun, the fear lord of Broken Moon Port, appeared in everyone's sight with his men who were encircling and suppressing a group of defeated soldiers from the deserted defenders.

Hemo sneered when he saw this. He clapped his hands gently. Behind him, hundreds of masked black and sharp crossbowmen quietly sneaked into the night, went around behind Lord Thun and others and quickly fired cold arrows.

Unexpectedly, there was a sneak attack from behind. Lord Thun was hit by an arrow and fell from his horse with a scream. The formation of the troops was also disrupted.

The deserted defenders who were still escaping saw the movement behind them and were stunned on the spot, not knowing whether to run or go for a last-ditch attack.

"Kill that fear lord!"

Suddenly someone in the crowd raised their arms and shouted.

The remnant soldiers of the deserted defenders, who had been holding back their anger, were furious and fought back with all their lives.

The situation at hand was not right. Lord Thun and several of his men resisted tenaciously and retreated step by step.

"A bunch of trash, no wonder they lost."

The combat effectiveness of the Desolate defenders is too weak, so Thun can be let go.

In the darkness, Hemo threw the repeating crossbow to his followers, and personally led the fog guards to rush over to support Thun.

In the noisy sound of fighting, the guards beside Lord Thun fell one after another. Fortunately, he was seriously injured and was sent out desperately.

"Lord Thun, don't panic, it's me!"

As soon as he saw Hemo leading the dark fog guards, he came quickly from a distance.

The pale Thun covered his wound and finally showed a sad smile.

The arrival of the Fog Guards instantly changed the situation of the battle. The desolate defenders were beheaded by halberds without even being able to backhand.

Those who fled in a hurry were shot to the ground by a crossbow bolt from the front after running a few steps.

It wasn't until they were dying that they discovered that the person who initially made the noise was actually standing opposite them with a sarcastic smile.

After dealing with the remaining defeated generals, Hemo led the dark horse and walked over quickly. He helped Lord Thun, who was panting and with blood on his face, and said righteously: "Lord Thun, please ride on my horse first. There may be pursuers behind. , I’ll block it for you!”

Thun was very grateful to Helmer for saving his life, so he took the reins and left.

"Lord Thun."

He turned his head.

puff.

A long sword suddenly penetrated his heart.

His body twitched instinctively, Thun's mouth was bleeding, and he stared at Helmer with wide, bloodshot eyes.

"Why are you..."

Helmer hugged Thun, veins popped up in his arms, and he exerted force again. The sharp sword tip pierced Thun's armor, and gurgling blood dripped down the blade and fell to the ground.

Before dying, Thun heard Helmer whisper in his ear, "I'm sorry, Thun. I heard people say that the gods will favor those who want to save themselves."

"If you don't die, how can I take Broken Moon Harbor?"

"I'm sorry."

The moment he drew out the long sword, the hot blood splashed on Helmer's face. He made up his mind to add another sword and cut off Thun's head.

In order to prevent others from finding out the clues, Hemer inflicted multiple fatal wounds on Thun before kicking the body away. Then he raised his sword and shouted at the surrounding fog guards with righteous indignation, "Damn rebels. Killed Lord Thun, let us avenge him!"

The fog guards who had colluded long ago responded loudly, killed all the desolate defenders who were not dead, and then followed Hemo away.