Warhammer: Dark Elf

After taking Iron Thorn Town, Hemer chose to occupy it peacefully.

The advantage of this is that the damage to Iron Thorn Town will be minimized, people's resistance will be reduced, and the public security will be higher accordingly.

The downside is that Hemer doesn't make a dime.

But guarding the Titan Peak Mine, which is rich in steel, this is not a difficult problem to solve.

Steel is a good thing. It can be used to build equipment for the army, and it can also be used as a trade item to earn gold coins.

In the final analysis, Hemer's desire to build a powerful army is nothing more than throwing money at it.

Having money can solve a series of problems such as troop sources, equipment, training, etc.

As the saying goes, once the money is in place, the gods will be destroyed.

The wool comes from the sheep, and Ironthorn serves as Hemer's first stronghold to supply his troops. The mine directly solves the immediate need for military equipment. All that remains is to increase mining volume, cultivate blacksmith talents, create a complete steel industry chain, and expand dumping channels.

From then on, Iron Thorn Town made rapid progress, collecting money while lying down, laying a strong financial foundation for conquering the new world.

Riding on the dark horse, Helmer happily planned the future.

Previously, he had sent Eladen to pacify the people, and he led a large force to escort the prisoners and then entered the city.

Just when Hemo was in a daze, a new task suddenly popped up on the system interface.

Task 1: This body is forged by hatred and resentment:

Dark clouds gathered overhead. In the north, followers of the Ruinous Power grow increasingly restless.

If you want to lead the Druchi clan to become the masters of all things in the world, then it's time to take action.

Naggaroth is a cold and desolate place, a barren land spread over rugged mountains. This perfectly embodies the essence of Druchi's soul. Conquer this area for your monarch, or replace it.

Mission objectives: capture, loot, plunder, and destroy four different cities.

Current progress: 1/4

Reward: 5000 gold

"Believers of the Northern Power of Destruction? It should be a reminder of the upcoming Chaos invasion."

"I don't know how many years there are until Chaos invades?"

The armies of Chaos will invade from the north of the Old and New Worlds at the same time, and the Naggaroth region where the Dark Elves are located will bear the brunt. It would be inevitable that people would be devastated by that time, and Hemo let out a long sigh.

He is still too weak now, so he can only strengthen himself as much as possible before the invasion comes.

After all, the dark elves belong to the order camp, and it is their duty to prevent chaos from destroying the world.

Hemo looked down slowly, "Well, the content of this mission is no different from that in the game. It's just about expanding the territory. Huh? The mission reward is five thousand gold?!"

Seeing such a generous reward, Helmer realized that he was now penniless.

Morathi only gave him six full-strength troops and one month's rations, but he was not willing to pay even a penny.

"Aunt Mo is directly cutting off my retreat. If I cannot capture Iron Thorn Town and the money and food used to maintain the army are not available, it will be a dead end." Sitting on the dark horse, Hemo couldn't help but shudder. Shivering. "As expected of you, Aunt Mo."

"Sir, the manor in the town has been cleaned up. Do you want to go over and rest now?" A fear spearman came forward and asked respectfully.

This man's name is Xir, and he is the captain of the First Dread Spearmen under Hemer.

After getting along with him for a few days, Hemo saw that he was steady and reassuring, so he kept him by his side as his personal guard.

There is no way, the available soldiers are limited now, just pick a few guards who can fight and act as platoon members to make ends meet.

Later, he will recruit a group of Shadow Legions as his own bodyguards.

It's a pity that the Witch King's Naggalond Black Guard and the Witch Heliben's Heliben personal guards are private soldiers, and it is difficult to recruit them. Otherwise, Hemo would have to use two of them.

"No need, let's go to the square to settle the people first, and then we can settle down the brothers."

"Understood, my lord."

On a cold and windy night, the important nobles of Iron Thorn Town were summoned by Eladen to the square in the center of the town. They stood together in twos and threes against the cold wind, whispering.

To the right of the nobles were more than 200 kneeling defeated Neros soldiers. Their faces were earth-colored and their eyes were empty and lifeless.

Defeating the war and becoming a slave is the cruelest reality, and one cannot escape the fate of being sacrificed or massacred; or one can live like a pig or a dog and be recruited into the army to serve as cannon fodder.

Both situations are pretty good, but the worst outcome would be to dig in a dark mine until you die, never to see the light of day again.

Just because they understood their fate, these defeated soldiers knelt on the ground like soulless puppets, just hoping to end their lives as soon as possible.

Even the elegantly dressed nobles beside them were feeling uneasy at the moment. As emperor and courtiers, how the new lord will treat them can only depend on God's will.

Now that he has not sent troops to plunder, it is the best situation.

On the high platform, Eladen put her hands behind her back and stared at the frightened people in amusement. She put her hand on her chin, trying to drag some unlucky person out to scare the monkeys. Inflicting pain and listening to the screams of the victim is really addictive.

All the nobles who were swept by her gaze couldn't help but shudder.

"Yeah, a bunch of cowards. It's really boring." Seeing the timid appearance of the nobles, Eladen rolled his eyes.

She also wanted to scare them, but she was already so wretched before she even started.

Eladen lost his mood and sat on the chair brought by his men with his legs crossed, his index fingers tangled in his hair in boredom.

To be honest, Eladen was quite surprised that Helmer did not order the army to plunder. He had not experienced such behavior in many years.

"Isn't that guy unable to do anything?" Eladen thought for a moment, then immediately shook his head and denied it.

The lords of the dark elves have always been famous for being cold-blooded. How could these warmongers have any mercy?

Elladen has followed Morathi for many years and has seen too many lords' ruthless actions. They regard human life as trivial to achieve their goals and waste the lives of their followers without hesitation.

Come to think of it, even if they felt a trace of guilt in their hearts, it would only be as insignificant as the ripple in their hearts when they ordered to kill their enemies.

In her opinion, Hemer, who was born as a commoner, was no exception, and might even have less bottom line than those nobles.

"Then what will you do next? Kill all these people? I'm looking forward to it."

When Hemer led the troops into the square, they immediately attracted the attention of countless pairs of eyes.

"Sir, you are here." Elladen waved with a smile, and Hemer got off the horse, leading Kesir to face the scrutinizing eyes from all directions, and calmly walked onto the high platform, looking down.

The square fell into silence, with only the sound of the howling cold wind blowing from the ice field, blowing through the black spiers and the window lattice of thousands of houses.

cough cough.

Hemo cleared his throat and said in a deep voice: "Introducing myself, my name is Hemo. The fear lord under Phoenix Queen Morathi is also your new master."

"Neros, who dared to resist the Queen, is dead, and her army has been defeated. Ironthorn Town will return to the Queen's rule from now on. I will take over everything here."

Aunt Mo's flag still needs to be shouted, and it needs to be shouted loudly.

Hemo is separatist by decree, but with Aunt Mo's approval, the title of Supreme Female Mage is more than enough to scare these local snakes.

The nobles below were silent. It didn't matter to them whether it was Neros who ruled or Hemer who was in front of them.

A town made of iron and a lord of running water.

Maybe one day things will change again here.

What these nobles are most worried about right now is what attitude Hemer will take towards them.

He didn't let the army loot, but that couldn't be the case. Otherwise, why would Hemo hit this wave of cities?

The nobles knew that some blood would inevitably be shed.

Just when everyone was speculating, Hemo spoke again, "Don't panic, everyone. I only have three things to do in Iron Thorn Town this time."

Hemer pointed his right index finger to the sky and said emphatically: "Development, development, is still development on a horse! Only development is the driving force for people to move forward!"

Nobles present:...

Soldiers from both sides:...

Eladen:……

She seemed to understand why Hemo didn't massacre the city anymore. This guy might have a brain twitch from time to time.

Seeing no reaction from the people below, it was such an embarrassing group, and Hemo's old face almost tensed up.

This was the opening statement that he had been thinking about for a long time.

Clearing his throat, Helmer changed the topic:

"Who is the mayor here? Come out."

After the words fell, the eyes of the nobles in the audience turned to the old man in the front wearing a sea dragon skin and a thick winter coat.

"Sir, this is the little old man Feizain." The mayor paused and walked out of the queue.

He rubbed his hands anxiously and looked at Hermer with a pair of slightly cloudy pupils, waiting for his answer.

"Well, mayor, can you ask someone to take my people to the garrison? Let the soldiers settle down first."

"No problem." Feizain breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and gave a few instructions to a half-year-old boy next to him.

The young man nodded and walked to the bottom of the high platform to salute, "Sir, grandpa asked me to lead the way."

"Keshir, take your men and clear out everyone's residence, and settle the wounded first."

"Yes, sir." Keshir, who was standing next to him, immediately took the order and left with Feizain's people.

"Uncle Fei."

"Don't dare to take it, don't take it. The villain is scared." Feizain said respectfully quickly.

Hemo didn't bother with him anymore, and said: "Let everyone go back first. All affairs in Iron Thorn Town will remain unchanged for now. Please, Mr. Fei, please check all the accounts of Iron Thorn Town later, including population movements and public expenditures. All previous tax books were sent to the manor.”

"Okay, sir, do you have any other instructions?" Feizain and the nobles were relieved when they heard that they could go back.

"No more." Hemo waved his hand, motioning for Feizain and others to leave first.

So there were only two hundred prisoners with dull eyes left in the square and the soldiers guarding them.

"All prisoners, listen." Helmer said loudly: "It is a capital crime for you to follow Neros's rebellion against Lord Morathi."

"According to the usual practice, I should execute you on the spot and donate blood to Kane. Or reduce you to slaves and throw you into a mine that never sees the light of day to squeeze out the last of your value."

"But I won't do that."

As soon as these words came out, not only the prisoners below became commotion, but even the soldiers on Hemo's side looked at their lord in surprise.

Under the gaze of thousands of pairs of eyes, Hemo slowly pulled out the long sword from his waist and inserted it into the wooden floor.

A string of bright red blood drops slipped from the glistening sword blade, which made people shudder.

"Today it killed thirteen druzis. Thirteen whole lives were lost."

Helmer's voice was deeper than ever before, "That is the fate of my compatriots."

"I know Druchi is naturally bloodthirsty, but that doesn't mean we have to kill each other and force each other to a dead end."

"This is the reason why I let you go. You may be stupid and naive to think so. But I want to say that this is what I think. We are all dark elves, we share the same blood, and we should live and die together. It’s a matter of life and death.”

"I will let you go, but it is impossible for me to let the rebels stay in Ironthorn Town, so it is up to you to decide whether to join me or leave here."

Helmer pulled out his long sword and put it into its sheath, standing in the wind and snow and licking his chapped lips, waiting for the decisions of the prisoners below.

Eladen behind him took a serious look at this fear lord who was promoted from a commoner for the first time, and she realized that this guy seemed to be really different from other lords.

Kindness, in the world of dark elves, is like an epiphyllum blooming at night, beautiful, fragile, and fleeting.

The soldiers under Hemo looked at their lord with confusion.

Some people laughed in their hearts, some turned a blind eye, and some were heartbroken.

Helmer naturally knew the deep-rooted indifference and ruthlessness rooted in the blood of the Druchi race.

But they weren't born that way either.

A long time ago, the dark elves were also high elves. At that time, kindness and generosity were synonymous with them.

Hemo doesn't ask them to understand him now, but the future is long.

A little bit of change will eventually lead to a qualitative change.

The silence lasted for a long time, and the two hundred prisoners below looked at each other in shock.

Suddenly, a weak voice came from behind, "I...I am willing to stay in Iron Thorn Town and follow Lord Helmer."

Everyone looked over and saw a sad swordsman standing up.

He looks like he has just grown up, and his face has not lost its childlike look. The young man was forced to join the army by Niros. His family was in Iron Thorn Town and he could not go anywhere but here.

But his actions triggered a series of subsequent reactions.

Gradually more and more people stood up to pledge their allegiance to Hemmer.

In the end, no one left.

They understood that they could not survive for long in the cruel wasteland outside Iron Thorn Town, but in addition to this reason, perhaps they were also more or less touched by Hemmer's words in their hearts and were willing to choose to stay.