Warhammer: Dark Elf

The great demon of Slaanesh standing in front of Eladen was tall and dressed in gorgeous clothes. Her eyes were violet, deep and beautiful, and her long, silky hair of the same color gathered the brightest light in the starry sky, making her so beautiful that it was unreal.

All the ratmen and Bretonnian soldiers who saw her face looked infatuated, lost their minds, and willingly stretched out their butcher knives to their companions fighting side by side.

"Pain, killing, blood, blooming like the other side of the flower, it is so beautiful, isn't it?"

With few moves and just a charming look, Yi Si controlled hundreds of fanatical servants to clear the way for him.

Another incident occurred on the battlefield.

The appearance of the Great Demon of Slaanesh terrified both armies, and no one dared to approach Es' body, as if it was a restricted area of ​​life.

Then a strange phenomenon appeared on the battlefield. Even the soldiers who were red-eyed about killing would try their best to avoid one direction.

Behind Yi Si, he witnessed thousands of troops avoiding the white robes. The originally extremely dangerous breakout turned out to be such a child's play. Eladen seemed to be in a dream. He could only follow the steps of the Great Demon Land in a daze, stepping over the dilapidated bodies. She turned her head to look at the corpses, and found with a chill that even though they were dead, they still had a satisfied smile.

Yi Si walked gracefully among the crowd, and the sharp blade passed by, causing heads to roll.

In less than two hours, one man and one demon walked out of the battlefield. It was not until they were in the forest a few hundred meters behind the rat-man army that Yisi disappeared into the mist with a little regret.

Helmer regained control of his body and returned to his own appearance. With a pale face, he knelt weakly on the ground. The feeling of discomfort and emptiness welling up from deep within his body was nauseating.

"The feeling of being possessed by a demon...it's really hard to describe."

He wiped his face to clear his mind a little, then turned his head to Eladen, "Have there been any changes in me?"

The sorceress squatted in front of him and looked at Hemer's face carefully. Seeing that there were no demonic features, she smiled with relief, "Except for the white bangs showing a little purple, fortunately, Lord Hemer is still the same." Just as beautiful.”

"Hair?" Hemo stroked his bangs and fell into thought. Using the power of demons would inevitably result in the backlash of Slaanesh. The most obvious feature was that his appearance became increasingly uglier.

Only the bangs of your hair were dyed purple?

Although he had doubts, the joy of escaping still made Helmer sigh in relief. With Eladen's help, he stood up, and the two slowly walked through the forest to the beach.

The sea breeze carrying the breath of water blew over the two people's embarrassed faces, and the rising and falling tides swept over the corpses of hundreds of clan rats on the coastline, dyeing the offshore sea blood red.

Several patrolling gloomy swordsmen saw Helmer and Eleiden from a distance, and hurriedly brought them to Nautia.

It turned out that not long ago, the remnant soldiers led by Notia did not go deep into Borodel, but quietly returned to the coast, joined the first mate Vischi and the troops hiding in the cabin, and killed the hundreds of ratmen who were following behind. Killed most of them, and then stayed here waiting for Hemmer to return.

During this period, they carried out all the more than 20,000 gold coins and other trophies that the rat men had plundered from the Principality of Estalia.

"Can these warships be used by us?" Hemer asked Nautia, who thought for a while and responded: "I'm afraid not, my lord. The Skaven warships are too shabby, and there are There are many dangerous areas and equipment that can easily injure your own people, so my subordinate’s suggestion is that it’s best not to use them.”

"Okay. Then blow them all up and sink them." After being stabbed in the back by Cruikshark and almost dying on the battlefield, Helmer held back his anger. He also heard that Nautia said that these warships could not be used, so he simply destroyed them all. It exploded and sank, cutting off the rats' escape route.

As for how Cruikshark will survive in the Bretonnian land in the future, that's none of his business.

Following Helmer's order, hundreds of dark elf soldiers quickly moved into action, pouring grease on the Skaven ships, placing gunpowder, and then setting fire to the ships.

Bang! Bang! Bang! !

Explosions came one after another, yellow dust swirled in the thin air, the dusk sky was lit by fire and turned pink, and even the floating clouds looked like flowing magma.

The horrifying explosion turned the cheeks of many dark elves into bronze. The rapid wind shook Hemer's robes, and his white hair danced messily.

It exploded into a rat-man ship, finally letting out a bad breath.

Hemo waved his hand, "Everyone board the ship and set sail back to Broken Moon Port."

Many soldiers happily carried gold coin boxes onto the ship. First mate Vischi directed the sailors to pull up the anchor and shouted to the surrounding auxiliary ships, "Yang Fan, set sail!"

A dozen Norscan wolf ships turned around and sailed slowly away from the coastline, leaving the Skaven and Bretonnians far behind.

For a few days after returning to the voyage, Helmer always locked himself in the captain's cabin to reexamine, blaming himself for being so clever this time that almost cost everyone their lives, and Eladen would accompany him silently. beside.

After sharing life and death on the battlefield, the relationship between the two became closer, but there was always a thin veil between them. Eladen didn't say anything, and Hemer didn't take the initiative to break it.

...

A few days later, in the early morning, the Lord's Manor in Iron Thorn Town.

Xir put on his armor and walked out of his private office.

Half an hour ago, a patrolling high elf auxiliary army came to report that something happened in the DC area that needed to be dealt with. At present, most of the garrison in Iron Thorn Town has followed the Lord to Broken Moon Port. There are very few garrison troops. Xir was entrusted with important tasks by Hemo. Naturally, he did not want any trouble during this period, so he decided to go to the DC area to have a look. .

The DC area is the newly expanded urban area of ​​Iron Thorn Town, where many high elves and human craftsmen live. The population robbed from Anaheim and Swamp Town and the slaves liberated from the mines all live here, so the composition is extremely complex.

Except for the Lizardman Spiritual Realm Tribe who took the initiative to join, these two tribes were plundered, but Hemo did not regard them as low-status slaves, and certainly did not treat them as ordinary Druchi townspeople.

Therefore, the positioning of this group of people has always been a gray issue in Hemer territory.

There was a problem there, and Kesir did not hesitate. He summoned several trustworthy guards and rode dark horses into the DC area.

What made him doubtful was that there were not many people in the surrounding streets and they looked a bit desolate.

Occasionally, I saw a few high elves, but they all stared at them with strange expressions, and then ran away quickly.

"Maybe it's morning, everyone is sleeping." Keshil thought to himself, and continued to lead people through the empty streets. It was quiet everywhere, and the only sound that could be heard was the echoing sound of horse hooves.

Gradually, the silence along the way gave everyone a bad feeling, until they saw the body of the first Druchi soldier.

Keshil reacted immediately and realized the danger.

"Not good! Back!"

Before he finished speaking, suddenly, countless high elves and human thugs poured out from all directions on the street. They were holding all kinds of sharp weapons and sticks, and surrounded Ksir's group in the middle of the street, with malicious smiles on their faces.

When he sat down, the horse was frightened and almost rolled over. Keshir tightened the reins and pulled out his sword at the same time, threatening everyone: "What do you want to do?!"

A high elf, Asherok, slowly walked out from the mob. He was once the captain of the garrison of Anaheim and is now the leader of the mob.

He held a sharp mine manuscript in his hand and stared at Keshir and others on horseback with a vicious look. Suddenly, he turned his head and laughed wildly, "Brothers, what did he ask us to do?"

"Tell him, what do we want?!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The surrounding thugs were furious and raised their weapons and shouted in response.

Kesir smiled sinisterly at Asherok and asked loudly and calmly, "Do you want to rebel? The lord has treated you well, is this how you repay him?"

"A joke." Asherok gritted his teeth and said: "A thousand-year blood feud, sworn in by blood. Do we need to thank a despicable and cruel fear lord? Just dream!"

"Is it considered a favor for a wolf to keep a flock of sheep? He just wants to slowly lecture us and turn us into his obedient dogs, just like you Druzi beasts who don't know what emotions are!"

"He has always been self-righteous, but he doesn't understand that what we really want is freedom!"

"free!!"

Thousands of thugs made a loud noise, staring at Kesir and others with bloodthirsty eyes like wolves.

"Kill them! Then follow me and burn this nest of unfair slavery and evil to the ground!!" Asherok raised his arms and raised his arms.

The thugs on Hot Blood rushed towards the center of the street ferociously, leaving only a few people in Xir.

Even though these thugs had very little decent armor and armor, they were still unable to defeat four hands with two fists. The guards around him fell one after another, and Xir gradually became exhausted.

After killing several thugs in a row, Kesir lost the strength to swing his sword. He endured the pain and stabbed a human craftsman through the heart with his sword. While kicking him away, he was stabbed in the back. Immediately his body staggered and fell forward.

"Lord Helmer...I tried my best."

Kesir raised his head, and his vision was filled with the ferocious smiles of the thugs. He let out a final sigh with unwillingness, and then was drowned by the sea of ​​people coming up...

Within half an hour, the entire Iron Thorn Town fell into turmoil.

Asherok stood on the towering spire, shouting freedom to the more and more mobs gathering below, and then led people to attack the defense line spontaneously organized by the citizens of Iron Thorn in the central city.

...

When Hemmer's fleet arrived at Broken Moon Port, before his tense nerves could relax, he heard a dusty messenger reporting a rebellion in Ironthorn Town.

When he heard the news, Hemer thought he had heard it wrong.

He has been running Iron Thorn Town for the longest time and thinks that his people are stable, so how could he rebel.

The generals behind him were equally astonished.

Ironthorn Town can be said to be Hemo's base camp, and with Ke'sir in charge, it stands to reason that it would be the most stable.

Even if the messenger was talking about the Fallen Gate rebellion at this moment, no one would be so shocked.

But only the words "Tiethorn Town Rebellion" hit everyone's heart.

"What did you say?" Helmer chuckled, "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"Sir, it's true... Iron Thorn Town... There's been a rebellion in Iron Thorn Town!" The messenger was on the road for days and nights, and he didn't even have time to take a sip of water. He spoke intermittently, but his panicked look showed It made everyone laugh.

"Those high elves colluded with humans and killed Lord Xir, causing a massacre in Ironthorn Town."

"The townspeople have organized a resistance, and the situation is at stake, my lord!"

boom! !

There was thunder on the ground, and the tense nerves in the past few days were completely disconnected. Helmer's ears were ringing, and his vision became blurred. He was unsteady on his feet, but it was Eladen who helped him.

Helmer was held in Elladen's arms, pointing at the messenger with trembling fingers, and asked in a hoarse and surprised voice, "What did you say? Xir...is dead?"

"Yes, sir. Lord Xir was..."

"By what!" Everyone present could see that Hemo was angry with thunder.

The messenger gritted his teeth and reported, "Lord Kesir's thugs cut his body into pieces and nailed his head to the tower in the DC area..."

Homer was in such shock that he didn't even have time to feel hurt.

He didn't have any legendary generals under his command. Ke'hir was promoted from among his soldiers. He only had the normal attributes of a fear spearman. He was not even a lord, but he was the earliest confidant who followed him in battles.

To be honest, Xir's status in Hemo's heart even surpassed that of Eliden before he went to sea.

He may not have any outstanding abilities, but he is loyal to himself. It is difficult to have such subordinates in the Druzi world. The thought of Keshil's death made Hemo's heart twist unbearably.

"Dead...the defenders are all dead." The messenger's eyes were red, and his low voice and choked sobs touched the heartstrings of everyone present.

"Why..." Hemo murmured blankly, "Why do you do this to me?"

Isn’t the treatment he gives to the two races good enough?

If it were any fear lord, he would have regarded them as beasts worse than pigs and dogs. What he did in exchange for treating them like this was betrayal?

It was his own kindness that caused Keshil's death.

Feeling as if someone had stabbed him hard in the heart, Helmer closed his eyes tightly to suppress the grief in his heart, but his legs still fell into Eladen's arms as if they had lost all strength.

Everyone looked at Helmer worriedly.

Time passes silently in the sea breeze.

Finally, Hemo said softly: "I will not avenge this, and I will not be a human being! Aren't they unwilling to accept my kindness? Then kill them until they are afraid, kill them until they are afraid, kill them until they kneel down and beg for mercy, and beg for mercy." Go be a slave that is worse than a pig or a dog..."

Since those hateful high elves are unwilling to accept his ideals, let's use flesh and blood to pave the way for his ideals.

Being stabbed in the back by one of his own men, Helmer made the decision in guilt and anger to pay tribute to Kane with blood.

The generals were filled with indignation and expressed their willingness to serve as vanguard.

Helmer gently pushed Eladen's hand away and stood up. This time, he wanted to do it himself.

After the Lord gave the order, the elite Dawn and Dusk Mist Guards and Lizardmen Skink Warriors quickly gathered and rushed to Iron Thorn Town to put down the rebellion.