Warhammer: Dark Elf

Broken Moon Port is located in the eastern part of Quintex Province. When Anaheim was still under the control of Nagaryth, this port was the largest port city in southern Nagaryth, with a permanent population of tens of thousands, plus the troops stationed here. The Dark Elf navy, as well as the trading fleets that come and go, total more people.

The high flow of people means a mixture of good and bad. Here, everyone from the cruel Druchi fear lord to the poor old Bretonnian farmer has a place here. Of course, the former lived in the luxurious Lord's Tower and played music every night, while the latter could only huddle with the other poor guys in the smelly slave pen, waiting for the opportunity to be bought.

Multiple races and classes brought many beliefs and built many temples. Among these sporadic temples, there are two most influential temples, one dedicated to Kane, the God of Bloody Hands, and the other dedicated to Matheran, the Lord of the Abyss.

After slaughtering half of the local nobles, Hemer set his sights on Kane's temple.

Wherever there is the Temple of Cain, there is Midnight of Death.

Nowadays, Hemer can do whatever it takes to achieve his goals, but he still sets a rule for himself in his heart: no one can harm his own subjects in any name. Not even in the name of God. The life and death of all the people who surrender to him can only be decided by him, and no one can get involved.

That's Hemmer's bottom line.

He would never allow anyone in his territory to die at midnight.

Anyway, it doesn’t matter if one is demolished before.

A few months later, on the basis of the original Kane Temple, the Rad Lily Temple was built and became the new landmark of Broken Moon Port.

Hemer has preserved the temple of Marcelan, Lord of the Abyss, who is the protector of the elves on the sea. Its status in Broken Moon Port can be imagined. The demolition of the Kane Temple has already aroused dissatisfaction among the majority of the people, and if the Matheran Temple is to be demolished again, it may lead to mutiny.

Therefore, Helmer supported the spread of Matheran's faith on the surface in order to divert the attention of local citizens. At the same time, secretly, he assassinated civilians who attempted to riot while sending Radlili's priests to preach in the city and subtly influence people's faith. .

In just a few months, the entire Broken Moon Port was completely controlled by Hemo, and his gaze shifted from Quintex to the other side of the sea.

Ulthun Island and Bretonnia.

The Nautia he sent before had been active at sea for nearly a year, plundering many Norscan sailing ships and high elf merchant ships. Although it was not as good as the Black Ark, it finally had a certain degree of combat effectiveness at sea.

After resting for a while in Broken Moon Port, Hemo couldn't bear the loneliness and planned to go to sea and plunder eastward.

He predetermined two locations for plunder.

The Kingdom of Tyronloch on the Isle of Othun and the Duchy of Carcassonne in Bretonnia.

The price of a high elf slave is a hundred times that of an old farmer in Baator, and the attack is also a hundred times more difficult.

Great opportunities always come with great dangers.

A successful robbery requires not only great courage and strength, but also a little bit of luck.

Just imagine, the entire Warhammer world knows that high elf slaves are valuable, who wouldn't want to make a fortune out of it?

If Hemer wants to plunder the high elves, he first needs to face pirates of all races wandering in the vast ocean: Norsca, Skaven, undead pirates, and even his own Black Ark pirates.

After dealing with these vicious sea robbers, he still had to face the most powerful navy on the vast ocean, the high elf Lothern Sea Guards.

Therefore, although the benefits of robbing the high elves were great, Hemer did not intend to take the risk and instead plundered the planned Bretonnia.

After making sufficient preparations, Hemer took Eledon, Nautia and a thousand navymen on more than a dozen warships and headed towards the other side of the vast ocean, the Old World.

In Helmer's mind, when mentioning Bretonnia, the first thing that comes to mind is the old farmer who refuses to retreat.

There is a ghost in Bretonnia called the Green Knight; the most powerful group in the kingdom is called the Holy Grail Knights, who are supermen who can catch cannonballs in the face; the Lady of the Lake worshiped by the knights is a hot girl who loves wild baths. The vest of the elf goddess Lilith, the lower-class old farmers believe more in the goddess of mercy Shalaya, but due to the oppression of the gentlemen, this belief is somewhat unpopular.

Then nine out of ten were drawn, and the capitalists cried when they heard the tax.

Former Imperial Ambassador to Cologne, Mathias von Peveridov, commented: "We have a similar system in our Empire. We call it extortion of protection money."

Bretonnia, where medieval chivalry that advocates honor and ideals coexists with horrific and oppressive policies, has an absurd social atmosphere that is no better than the jungle law society of the dark elves, perhaps a little worse.

Even the most heroic and noble knights might worry about soiling their boots when stepping over orphans of starving peasants, but when the greenskins invade, these knights will still be on the front lines to protect the serfs and fight bloody battles.

The Bretonnian army is composed of a small number of holy knights and a large number of poor old peasants. The former will order the latter they are sworn to protect to rush out and die, and then ride their horses over their corpses to win a glorious victory.

It sounds no different from the dark elves using slaves as vanguards to fill their lives. It's just that one is a legal conscription and the other is a mandatory order, but they are both oppression in essence, just using a nice excuse.

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Nautia is an experienced Black Ark pirate who has been active on the vast ocean all year round. Therefore, knowing a safer navigation route to the old world can save a lot of trouble.

Therefore, in the first ten days at sea, Hemer's fleet did not encounter warships from other races.

More than a dozen warships were sailing in a row on the vast calm ocean. The first mate stood on the bow of the ship, using a monocular to observe the ocean surface. A flock of white seabirds passed by in the distance, and occasionally the low cry of sea dragons could be heard.

In the main ship cabin and conference room, everyone was sitting around.

Helmer, who was in charge, shook his wine glass and said with a smile, "No mole, here are some Bretonnian jokes."

"A Bretonnian joke?" Nautia's cunning eyes flashed with golden light, "I know one, and it's about our Black Ark pirates."

"Elaborate." Everyone became interested.

The corners of Nautia's mouth couldn't stop turning up, and she said that there was an empire veteran who was captured by Druchi when he was young, but miraculously escaped and lived in Bretonnia.

One day, his grandson asked him: "Grandpa, what is order?"

He replied: "When grandpa was a slave in the Black Ark, those evil dark elves only gave us a piece of meat for each meal, hoping that we would fight for it to divert the conflict. But we will not accept this trick. We have made an appointment. , today you eat meat, tomorrow I eat meat, so we don’t have to fight and bleed, but everyone can eat meat, this is called order.”

The grandson said: "Grandpa, I understand what order is. But I still don't understand what meat is."

The crowd burst into laughter.

"I'll do it, I'll do it." Eladen, his face flushed, rushed to tell another joke.

Three skeletons shaped like dead trees met in a wasteland. The first skeleton introduced himself: "I lived in Sylvania in the empire during my lifetime, and our lord was a powerful and cunning vampire."

The second skeleton said: "I was a Nehekhara in my lifetime, and our eternal king is full of wisdom and majesty."

A third skeleton yelled: "I'm from Bretonnia and I'm not dead yet!"

This time, more than a dozen officers laughed and couldn't help themselves.

"It's my turn, it's my turn." Hemo gulped, smiling without any thought burden.

It is said that once, passengers of all races took the airship with cargo. Unexpectedly, just halfway through the flight, the airship began to leak air and sink. So the passengers threw unimportant cargo down to reduce the weight.

A dark elf threw the slave he was carrying off the airship and said, "In our Naggarond, these things are everywhere."

A lizard man threw all the dinosaurs he was carrying off the airship and said, "In our Luskia, these things are everywhere."

A Bretonnian knight threw his squires and peasants off the airship and said: "In my territory, this thing is everywhere."

yes. "As soon as he finished speaking, he was pushed down by King Raun. King Raun said: "In our Bretonnia, this thing can't be used.

Everywhere. "

Everyone burst into laughter, and the cabin was filled with happy air.