Warhammer: Dark Elf

The rebellion in Ironthorn Town came quickly and fiercely. The defender Xir was murdered before the rebellion even started. Then Asherok incited thousands of high elves and human thugs to attack the city before the defenders could respond. They broke open the door of the town armory and robbed a large number of long weapons, armor, and powerful crossbows. Armed, the thugs easily defeated the hurried defenders and rushed into the central city to burn and kill.

As the riots intensified, the townspeople of Iron Thorn Town spontaneously organized a resistance army and started hand-to-hand combat with the thugs in the streets.

Fortunately, due to the social baptism of the law of the jungle, every Druchi is a skilled warrior and has his own armor at home. Their numbers and equipment are not far behind the thugs, so the battle is extremely tragic.

During the days-long fighting, the thugs gained the upper hand. They captured the Radlili Temple and used it as a stronghold to attack the entire city.

The swirling white snow fell on every black tower, every corner, and every corpse, like a grand funeral in the dark and cold night.

When Hemer arrived with his troops without stopping, what they saw was a mess.

The once prosperous Iron Thorn Town was filled with gunpowder smoke, and the shadow of death rushed from the feet to everyone's heart.

Asherok did a great job this time, burning most of the new city and killing many people.

Helmer stood at the gate of the town, looking at the light of the sky from a long distance, and was speechless and choked.

He was once smug and confident, and had too many feelings and hopes for this city. He firmly believed that this little-known town would become famous all over the world in his own hands, stand firm, and become a word-of-mouth legend. The land of Longxing.

But now, a fire from the rebels has reduced the city to ruins and tore his ideals into pieces.

Helmer racked his brains and still couldn't figure out why his good deeds had such an ending.

Why can't Asul and Druch get along well?

Do we have to wait until the end of the world for the never-ending civil war among the elves to truly end?

How sad.

It wasn't until he heard the wails coming from the town that Hemer found his voice.

"Kill! Kill all the rebels, don't spare any of them!" He pulled out his long sword and walked slowly towards the town. The angry soldiers on both sides rushed into the black city gate under the leadership of their respective officers.

Their homeland was ravaged, and the generals were enraged and vowed to make the traitors pay a heavy price, so they killed people without mercy.

In contrast, although they were equipped, most of the thugs gathered by Asherok were civilians with no combat experience and could not stop the returning tiger and wolf army.

The two armies clashed, and the rebels collapsed at the first touch.

Baskin, the red-crowned skink leader of the Spirit Realm tribe, led the strong lizard warriors to take the lead in clearing out the enemies outside the city. The generals led their troops to encircle them step by step, gradually taking control of the situation.

But at this moment, bad news came from the front line, causing Hemer to lose his mind briefly.

The mob retreated into the Temple of Radlily and sought refuge with Alleria.

Everyone knew about the relationship between Alleria and Hermer, so they could only surround the thugs but did not dare to take action.

As soon as he received the news, Hemo rushed to the temple with his people.

Walking through the messy streets, the smell of blood enters the respiratory tract, and the corpses of countless civilians are stepped on. The ruins and smoldering bonfires stimulated Helmer's fragile nerves.

Finally, he came to the inner court of the temple, and saw from a distance on the steps, the always gentle Alleria, wearing a thin white robe, dared to confront the large number of dark elves and skink warriors below.

In the temple behind her, the panic-stricken thugs with pale faces looked at the swords, guns, swords and halberds below in horror, losing the will to resist.

No one expected that Hemer would return so quickly. Now they can only kneel in front of Radlili's icon, begging the gods for mercy again and again, while hoping in their hearts that Alleria can save their lives. This is their last straw.

Helmer, who was thinking complicatedly, waved his hand and asked the soldiers to stay where they were, while he walked up the steps to persuade Alleria.

A few steps away, he stopped in front of her, his head slightly lowered, his eyes were mostly covered by his bangs, and his lips were as pale as skin. After running around for days, although my face is good-looking, it is very unimageable.

The intense noise around him seemed to have disappeared. Alleria didn't know what to do next. Fight him, or quietly get out of the way? Although just imagining the situation of confronting him would make her feel frightened, she still mustered up the courage and resisted the temptation to retreat to meet her lover's eyes.

The corners of his eyes were red, and he couldn't tell what kind of emotion he was. He stood there, only his mouth moved: "...can you let me go?"

"I'm sorry...Hemo, they did something wrong, but..."

Alleria shook her head, her body trembling, but she did not retreat at all. If she retreated, everyone behind her would be killed by him.

That's hundreds of living lives.

Although Helmer knew that the kind-hearted Alleria would never give in, when he heard the rejection conveyed from her mouth, his heart froze.

The cold wind came from the side and ruffled Hemo's hair. The white hair swaying in the wind was the midnight moonlight, reflecting into Alleria's eyes in the loneliness and darkness.

Hemo didn't hear anything, so he stepped up the stairs again, staring at Alleria with a sincere expression, his voice filled with pleading that he didn't even notice, "Everyone is watching, please, don't make it difficult for me to do a good job." ?"

Alleria glanced behind her, cold sweat dripping down her cheeks and onto her shoulder blades: "Don't come up again!"

"Please, Alleria."

Hermer's lips were blown white by the cold wind, and his voice was not as high-spirited as before.

Looking at his emptied-out eyes, the protective wall built up after so many sleepless nights of struggle was simply removed without any damage.

But countless lives were at stake in her own thoughts. Alleria still tried to stop Hermer. Her eyes were red and she choked: "Hermer, calm down. This rebellion is not what it seems on the surface. They There were a lot of people who seemed to be bewitched and couldn't control themselves. Asherock and many others can testify."

Asherok bravely walked out of the temple, came to Alleria, and said to Helmer humbly, "Lord, everyone is sad that such a thing happened, but it was definitely not our intention. We will never Most people are inexplicably driven in their hearts to do such a thing. Please forgive us for our unintentional sin this time in the face of God."

Helmer laughed angrily, his sinister gaze passing over every trembling figure in the temple, and everyone who was looked at shuddered.

"What about my people? Where are their lives, just forget it?" The voice was neither angry nor sad, just calm to the point of being empty.

Alleria was most familiar with the person beside her pillow, but she could feel that Hemer was on the verge of rage. His heart was already riddled with wounds, but there was no way to stop the bleeding. I could only look at him stiffly and force myself to continue to say cruel words: "There must be other ways to solve the problem...it doesn't have to be killing."

"Just forgive them this time, okay?"

The cool snowflakes fell on Helmer's cheeks and melted into crystal water droplets in his eyes. He suddenly smiled, very sarcastically, as if saying to himself: "You know, I am such a person. I have long since surrendered, and I can do anything to achieve my goal. However, I still have a bottom line."

"No one can take away the lives of my men in any name, not even the gods above."

"For the people in this town, for everyone who is willing to follow me, I dare to take the risk to demolish the Kane Temple and abolish Druzi Chongxin's midnight death, just because no one can easily take the lives of my people." Helmer tremblingly pointed at the hurried faces in the temple and asked word by word, "I can't bear to leave myself, how dare they!"

"Do you have to kill them? This is Radlili's temple. Please, Helmer. In front of the gods you believe in, just spare them this time." Alleria was on the verge of tears and was about to be killed. Homer was pushed to the breaking point.

"Should I spare them? Those people who died tragically, who will spare their lives?"

"For the people behind you, I bear the infamy, protect them, and don't let them be slaves. Countless people stabbed my spine from behind, saying that I am not a real Druchi. I have endured all this, but why, why Betray me!"

Hermer yelled out the last words in a hoarse voice. He suffered the infamy, but what he got in exchange was betrayal that almost penetrated his heart.

Who will pity him, who will pity Keshir, and who will pity the civilians who died tragically in the rebellion?

"Do you have to force me?" Alleria rushed down and grabbed Helmer's hand, begging him hard, for fear that he would do something extreme.

"Aurelia, you are the best. Even if a sapling dies, you will be sad for a long time, but can you think about it for me, who am I and what am I thinking!"

His voice broke, almost to the point of heart-wrenching screams. Hemer also had his reasons for not retreating. With so many people watching, his concession would be an abyss.

The Alleria in front of him was not only her, but also a shadow of his past.

For the sake of popular support, he must make a break with his past self.

"Ask the people below, ask them whether those thugs hiding behind you and hiding in the temple should be killed!"

Humor seemed to have asked Alleria's heart, and thunder roared.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!!"

Many soldiers were furious and wanted to catch the traitors and throw them into a cauldron of blood.

Once upon a time, the dark elves were also high elves, but the betrayal of their own kind led them to travel far away from home and come to this bitter cold northern continent to struggle.

It can be said that every Druzi is a bloody wound torn by Asul, and it is also the sharpest blade reaching them.

Seeing her eyes that were almost convinced and on the verge of despair, Helmer said in a voice that he couldn't even hear, "Don't worry about this. I'll let you go tomorrow."

"what..."

"I said I would let you go..."

"You can't do this, Helmer!" This was more painful than saying he wanted to kill her. It was simply putting her heart on fire. Alleria held Helmer's face and stared at him in disbelief.

Helmer gently pushed her hand away, and the soldiers behind him rushed up the stairs in a fit of rage, rushed into the temple, and killed all the thugs, including Asherok, who died without any body parts.

War is an inhumane massacre in which everyone is a victim and anyone can become a monster. It has nothing to do with race or tribe.

Hemer was like a lion that roamed among the sheep, but they did not fear him and did not dare to fear him.

The sporadic resistance soon disappeared amid the screams.

He turned around and saw Alleria, who was stunned on the spot, glaring at him angrily.

She had always been soft and easy to bully, but the words she spoke pierced her heart like a dagger.

He heard her say, "Those wronged souls are your regrets, those bones are your sins, and this bloody temple is the prison where you will be judged."

"You're going to hell, Homer."

He vaguely saw his past self. In the cruel medieval world, he was as white as a piece of paper, but he was once very kind.

Humor was crying and laughing at the same time. Tears were streaming down his face. He was laughing so hard that he was heartbroken. He pointed at Alleria and said to her as well as to his past self, "You are noble and noble. You are amazing. You can do it now." You scolded me. Okay, that's great. You are amazing. You can send me to hell with just a few words. Do you know what I am going through? Let me tell you, it is my choice to be famous and infamy for eternity. Do you have the right? Just because I am Druchi, living in the bitter cold of Nagaroth, I have no power or influence. As a dark lord, I have to work hard at every step, for fear that I will die without a burial place if I make a wrong step. You are kind , you are amazing, everyone loves you. What a broken place, a broken place, a broken place. From the moment I fell, I swore that I would chase the highest step by step, step by step. I Don't be restricted at every step. I can't stand this kind of restriction. I want to live a good life. No matter how much infamy I bear, even if I am broken into pieces and go to hell, I will still be the most selfish, the craziest, and the most fearful. The devil!"

Helmer's almost crazy roar attracted the attention of countless people, but he looked at Alleria indifferently.

The most melancholy thing in life is probably witnessing the change of a person or a relationship.

A strong and cold wind blew from the outside of the temple, blowing on his back and dancing the slightly curly white hair on his temples. He walked towards Alleria quietly, held her hand, kissed her gently on the lips, and whispered in the gap between lips: "I will send you and Aileen back to Yi Rui." Si, from now on I will not try to restrain you in any way... I will let you go."

Glittering tears fell down Alleria's red eyes.

She didn't understand whether what she did was right or wrong.

All she knew was that even though she was free, her heart was cut by a knife and she was in so much pain that she couldn't breathe.

The two passed each other, one carrying hope, and the other leading death, heading towards their increasingly distant destiny.

Probably, we won't see each other again for many years.

Helmer spent the whole night in the military camp. He did not return to the lord's manor, nor did he go to see Alleria.

Instead, it was Alleyn who found him.

During the time he lived in Iron Thorn Town, Alleyn witnessed a lot of dark sides, and gradually smoothed his edges and became calm and steady.

He began to understand how difficult the social situation in Druchi was for a strange fear lord like Hemo, and how much pressure he had to bear on himself and his sister for their unconventional actions.

If I didn't really like her, I would never treat my sister like this.

He was with his sister. Alleyne was very opposed to it, but gradually accepted the fact.

After hearing what happened last night, Alleyne went to Hemo and said restrainedly, "Brother Hemo, actually you know very well what my sister is like. We have been well protected by our uncle since we were young, and we have not seen the cruelty of this world. .That’s why I’m...naive.”

"Even though she was sold here, you protected her very well. What happened last night...I apologize to you on her behalf..."

"She...you'd better advise her. Sister is really interested in you." Alleyn was not very good at talking, so he could only spit out all the thoughts in his heart.

In the brief silence, Alleyn's face turned red.

Humor silently listened to the boy's poor persuasion, stood up and patted the boy on the shoulder, forcing a smile on his haggard face, "She and I... know each other well. After returning to the Kingdom of Iris, remember to protect your sister. . She is such a good person, she should not stay in the turbid Naggaros and fall with me."

Alleyn pursed his lips and asked regretfully, "Brother Hemo, will you come to see me and my sister in the future?"

Helmer touched Alleyne's hair, pulled out a bunch of stupid hair, and said no more.

Returning to the military camp office, Helmer wrote a letter and sent it to Elsharion of Iris, informing him to send someone to pick up the siblings, and at the same time recall Anzares, the only one who could still be trusted, to escort the siblings to Ana. Helm takes a ship to Ulthun Island.

After sending the people away, he locked himself in the lord's manor and rested for a long time.

Things have changed and people have changed, and the depression during this period all stems from the past. The memory is too good, but it becomes a load. It is so strong that no matter how you hide it, try to ignore it, or pretend to be nonchalant, it cannot be erased.

In the empty room, Hermione sat quietly on the office chair, looked at the pillow Alleria liked to use, and then looked back at the huge world map hanging on the wall, feeling very upset. He moved into Radlili's temple.

A broken life is an unsolvable yoke. He was willing to fall into eternity in the cage she had set. Goodbye, my love.