Warhammer: Dark Elf

Due to Radlili's deliberate interference, Elsarion and Hemo fought for a long time but couldn't decide the winner.

Perhaps because he was tired of the cat-and-mouse game, Elsarion struck out more and more fiercely, and finally caught Hemo's flaw in the ever-changing situation. He caught up with Hemo and nimbly went around to the side, holding the sword in his left hand and slashing horizontally. He knocked down the shield and then kicked Hemer in the side, causing the latter to fall to the ground in pain.

"Wake up, you can't run away." Elsarion grabbed Hemer's hair.

Seeing that her little brother was about to die, Radlili decided to do it herself. She mobilized the fog summoned by Elsharion to shroud Hemo, and instantly teleported him not far away, causing Elsharion to miss.

This sudden scene stunned everyone present, including Helmer himself, who had just escaped.

"I'm going! A big shift in the universe?!"

He was almost caught just now, and Hemo's heart was in his throat. Fortunately, Radlili was strong enough, otherwise he would really have to go to jail.

Elsharion stood there holding the Blade Tooth Sword, looking at his empty palms and Hemo in the distance, thinking of the moment when the fog changed, thinking thoughtfully.

He had a guess but didn't want to believe it, so he decided to continue catching Helmer without any distractions.

With the fog blocking him, Eltharion's sword swing speed slowed down unconsciously, and at the same time, he consumed more energy.

At the same time, Radlili used divine power to replenish Hemo's strength, and the latter recovered from his injuries instantly and became full of energy.

Radlili was like an athlete's coach giving Hemer a back massage, adding water, and then patted the latter's shoulder to encourage him to continue fighting with the King of the Arena, Elsarion, who never took a break.

This increase and decrease made Hemo become more and more courageous as he fought, and he was ready to beat the old master to death with random punches.

But Hemo was hesitant in his heart. It would be meaningless if he defeated the prison boss now.

You can't put your future uncle in jail in Iron Thorn Town.

What's more, after defeating Elsharion, Radlili will no longer continue to recharge her batteries anytime and anywhere.

After thinking about it, Hemer had an idea.

Pretend to be weak, so weak that Radlili can't stand it and gives him strength!

Just do it, Hemo calmly reduced his strength.

Feeling the weakening resistance, Elsharion felt a lot more at ease. He thought Hemer had unlimited physical abilities.

So he snorted coldly, "Is it really the end of it?"

As Hemer deliberately let go, Elsarion gradually gained control of the situation.

Radlily in the sky was extremely shocked. How far could Hemo stretch his hips and show his defeat with her cheating help?

With her being so partial, even a pig would be able to humiliate Ai-chan over and over again.

Shame!

"My God...I...I can't resist anymore." Hemo responded weakly to Radlili in his heart, and the God of Mist was so angry that he almost gave Ai-chan a boost.

What pig teammates? You can't even win? That’s outrageous!

This class of Druzi disciples is the worst class she has ever led! (Although it is also the first...)

She had no choice, she couldn't watch Hemo being hacked to death by Ai Jiang, or in order to win, she would lead extreme forces and go astray.

Radlili's thoughts suddenly changed. She thought that Hemo might have done it on purpose, so she decided to throw a bait to test him.

Pull!

"As long as you can defeat Eltharion, you are qualified to be my divine choice."

God's choice? !

Helmer's eyes emitted an invisible red light, and he held a broken sword and rushed toward Eltharion like a tiger descending a mountain, slashing at him.

However... he was beaten down.

Furious, Eltharion's gaze was like a fountain, and he displayed the power of a storm with his sword.

His firm will to fight continued, and even if Hemer was in peak condition and tried his best, it would be difficult to win.

"Damn it, what a waste!"

It turns out that he really didn't lie to himself...

Radlili used the mist to transform into a fist, and took the opportunity to give the fallen Hemer a hard blow.

For her new toy, she did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to directly improve Hemo's physique and turn him into a Druchi superman.

The sharks that smelled the smell of blood rushed over and stared at the fiercely fighting fleet. Many of them had terrifying and strange figures.

However, an accident happened. Morathi suddenly hit here. She easily broke through the blockade of the Tar-Gavor knights and teleported the embarrassed Hemer to her side. She looked at him with satisfaction, "Can you drag him down?" You've done well by living in Eltharion for so long."

Hemo wanted to cry but had no tears. Auntie, you didn't show up earlier or later, but you came out at this time.

"Thank you Queen for saving my life. If the Queen hadn't taken action in time, I would have died here."

I thank you, thank you and your whole family!

Hermione was numb.

Morathi's arrival instantly caused everyone in Yris to become anxious.

Eltharion narrowed his eyes coldly at Druchi's Supreme Sorceress and remained silent. Sensing the crisis, the Stormwing landed next to its master. Its steel-colored wings rolled up the mist. It raised its head and howled fiercely, following Morathi in awe. Behind her are many sisters of disaster songs. The eight Tal-Gyvor Griffin Knights regrouped and faced off against the vicious Witch Spirit elite.

"Long time no see, Eltharion."

"I didn't expect that the first big thing you did when you came back from the bad land was to spar with the fear lord under my command. You are still as elegant as before...don't you want to find me?" Morathi asked with interest. Staring at the Watcher, he swayed, walked to stand in front of Helmer, and touched the handle of the Caladian wand to the ground.

Of course Morathi knew why Eltharion came to Hemer. She wanted to make him angry when she said this, even though she knew that the other party would not react.

"Whether it's you or him, sooner or later I will catch you all." Eltharion met Morathi's scrutinizing gaze without showing any signs of weakness.

"What a grand plan. I hope your broken city and prison can accommodate endless Druzi. If that happens one day, I wouldn't mind visiting the ruins of Tal-Yris."

Speaking of the word ruins, Morathi smiled meaningfully.

Aunt Mo, you poked the cell head's lung tube... Hemo frowned and realized that the situation was not a stage for a small character like him, so he immediately took a few steps back.

Sure enough, Elsharion's face darkened visibly.

Ai-chan has always been the kind of person who doesn't speak harshly. Even though he had spent a lot of energy dealing with Hemo before, now he faced Grond's supreme sorceress and he still raised his sword without any fear. Refers to Morath.

"Let's settle old and new grudges together."

"As you wish." Morathi smiled frivolously, and the power of chaos from all directions continued to condense on her left hand. The thick fog where everyone in the Joy Sect was dissipated, and the exposed sky became dim. No light.

"Hit, Ai-chan, beat her hard!"

Radlili had always hated Chaos, but now that she saw Morathi using the power of Chaos, she was furious.

At the critical moment when Eltharion was about to face off against Morathi, a floating dragon-headed teleportation ship appeared out of thin air above the battlefield, rushing through the fog and swaggering over the heads of the two armies.

A two-meter-tall, extremely burly man from the north carried a terrifying giant sword on his back. He stepped on the edge of the ship's side, and his frightening tiger eyes quickly scanned every elf in the fierce battle below. Behind them were a group of similarly tall and muscular Sally clan warriors. On the other side of the ship, a dozen ice wolves devoured the giant corpse that was not completely stiff, whimpering with excitement from time to time.

"These elves are really weak. Their fighting skills are like shit. It makes me want to laugh. I can chop them into several big pieces just by picking out my ears. Even if I feed this pile of rotten meat to the giant... Magic City feels disgusted. You understand, Sigvart."

The war between the elves is nothing more than this, Ulfric complained in disappointment.

Sigvart, one of the few people Ulfric actually cares about in this bullshit world.

He, a heavily armored Norscan warrior with a ponytail, smiled and said nothing, having become accustomed to the complaints of his old friend.

Ulfric has such a mouth that he just can't stop talking.

Suddenly, he noticed Morathi and Elsharion, and his eyes suddenly gleamed. He licked his chapped lips and rubbed his hands restlessly, "Look, our new prey is here, Sigvart."

"I can finally have a decent battle. I'm so damn tired of fighting Madam Kisli and the trolls every day."

Ulfric excitedly operated the rudder of the Sea Fang, swooping down with a strange scream, suddenly breaking into the sight of Hemmer and others, and at the same time interrupting the upcoming duel between the two legends.

Wearing a thick wrought iron armor, it was covered with skulls of all sizes. A battle flag made of human torso bones was inserted on the left shoulder armor. Ulfric had a thick beard that was tied into several braids. , with fluttering cockscomb hair on the top of his head, and a big grinning mouth showing a bold but heart-stopping smile.

Before Ulfric even landed, the mocking voice had already aroused hatred between the two armies.

When he was ten meters above the ground, Ulfric suddenly jumped onto the ship and landed on the ground, directly crushing the solid ground of the Calendian.

"Wuhu!"

The excited Ulfric ignored countless pairs of unkind glances and glanced at the cracked floor under his feet like a spider web. He shrugged indifferently, "What a piece of shit, you still have the nerve to call yourself the strongest in the world." Navy? In my opinion, it’s better to break it up and sell it for money. You won’t live long anyway, so what kind of naval warships do you need?”

After meeting the cold gazes of Morathi and Eltharion, Ulfric did not feel any discomfort at all, but complained, "

"Damn it, this elf thing is actually hiding in the fog and fighting. It's really surprising that his grandma has no legs. I thought he was doing something shameful. It's true that the elf likes nothing more than to attack his sisters. Oh, even I won’t let it go, hahaha.”

"Oh, maybe some people don't have a mother yet." Ulfric pouted, "The poor royal family was hacked to death by the green skins. How fucked. You think so, facial paralysis man."

As expected, Morathi and Eltharion were simultaneously angered by the arrogant Ulfric.

Behind Morathi, Helmer looked at the uninvited guest and couldn't help but wonder how the biggest troll in the ancient war hammer had disrupted the situation.

Ulfric, the favorite killer of the Four Chaos Gods, is the ceiling of combat power among the Yankees.

Ulfric, who was born with the Mark of Chaos, is the most beloved and deadly killer of the Four Gods of Chaos. He was born in a Norscan tribe named Sally in the north. As one of the natural protagonists, when he grew up, he Unexpectedly, he led his tribe to conquer the surrounding Chaos believers, and won the marriage contract of the tribal princess and the inheritance of the chieftain.

But Ulfric has a shortcoming, that is, he can't control his unscrupulous mouth.

A long time ago, he became a wise man at the wedding of marrying the tribal princess, and loudly boasted to everyone: he is the strongest lane king in the world, no one can beat him, not even the God of Chaos can train anyone who can match him. warrior.

Everyone laughed as a matter of fun.

As a result, the four vendors heard such a drunken nonsense.

Nurgle burst into tears on the spot, Tzeentch fell into silence, Slaanesh was so excited that he climaxed repeatedly, and as for Khorne? He was always angry, so his expression didn't change...

A mere mortal can actually boast better than himself?

The gods, in their eternal boredom, decided to make this arrogant donkey their messenger,

As a result, Ulfric, burdened with the curse, became the Worldwalker. He will roam the world and kill the heads of powerful monsters and heroes. If successful, he will be considered a beloved servant of the gods. If it fails, it depends on the mood of the gods.

Ulfric will hunt anything that moves. Giants, abominations, undead monsters, kings, famous warriors, and noble heroes are all likely to be on his list.

For example, he killed a tauren lord like a true god of pure love; after dismantling the Chaos dwarf's Gundam and equipping the Chaos dwarf lord with power armor and flamethrowers, Ulfric used the dwarf's own weapons to roast him. , he once pushed a sea dragon into the sea with his bare hands, single-handedly penetrated the defense line of the Empire's Weisenburg garrison, and easily killed the baron, taking the poor baroness with him.

Strictly speaking, Ulfric's force value was indeed at the ceiling level in the Middle Ages, but it would be a bit exaggerated to insist that he was the strongest.

Not to mention the awesome dwarf slayer Gotrek and the mysterious lizard rogue Nakai. He might not be able to defeat the dragon of Cosqui, Tyrion, who was closest to him at the moment.

In the Middle Ages today, there are many tortoises in the shallow water, and there are big brothers everywhere. Who dares to claim to be invincible, and who dares to claim to be invincible?

Even the Witch King Malekith, who has always played the role of a comedian and has repeatedly failed in battles, seems to be the first to be the best seller.

Although Ulfric is not the king of the lane in terms of force, he is truly invincible in terms of words: Tzeentch's cunning, Slaanesh's lewdness, Nurgle's stench, Khorne's explosiveness, and that embroidered mouth spits out It's half of the Chaos Demon Realm. His curse allows him to use the language of any species in the world to curse. Ever since he left the north, he has never lost in a curse battle. No existence - from goblins to farts, from dragons to worms - can endure it. His provocation.

People in the world call Mc. the King of Bad Mouth.

Hemo had a profound influence on this guy, so he took a few more glances.

Unexpectedly, just because of looking at this crowd a few times, Ulfric's attention was caught.

"What are you looking at, you unmanly little sissy? With your body, even an eight-year-old kid in our northern border can make you scream all night long. If you have the guts, fight with me, you little beast with abnormal development, Or are you more effeminate than the elf maid?"

Homer:…

Sorry, he shouldn't have seen it.

"Back off." Morathi used her staff to barricade Hemo in front of him, and faced the Chosen God of Chaos in person.