Warhammer: Dark Elf

With the help of various supplies sent by Alleyn, Hemo was able to thrive in Isolta Maha Prison. Entering the prison felt like going home. All the brothers in it were talented people. He's nice to talk to and easy to deal with.

In a private cell with furnishings comparable to that of a high-end hotel, Hemmer invited three of his new friends and planned to form a Heat rugby team to run across the field.

More importantly, he wanted to strengthen his relationship with these people, so that he might have the opportunity to recruit them for his own use after he is released from prison.

Jalil Arabi, according to himself, is a member of the royal family and a close nephew of Sultan Jafar.

Jalil is usually tireless in destroying people on the court. When he is free, he likes to brag about his past glorious deeds. He seems to have a thousand stories in his stomach, and he tells them non-stop every day without repeating them.

Although he looked like a narcissistic middle-aged greasy man, Hemer discovered through this period of observation that this guy was really a master. In a stadium fight, Jalil faced five strong and strong men alone. A prisoner with a steel pipe beat each other over one by one.

Jalil liked to use his vaginal legs to attack people's crotches, so he was nicknamed Bakugan Boy by his fellow inmates.

Hemo often brought Jalil some food, and they became familiar with him after going back and forth.

Short Dundun Joseph Bergman, a revenge ranger from the Dragonback Clan, calls himself the oldest drunkard and is a legend in the brewing world. He loves to keep himself in a muddle and then participate in football games. In his drunken and violent state, Joseph is almost like a god coming down from the earth, unrivaled. In his opinion, smashing a person's head with a punch is no different from smashing through a wine barrel.

Genevieve, a vampire girl from the Principality of Palaon in Bretonnia, currently seems to be the most harmless one in the group of four. She always has a quiet smile, rarely takes the initiative to deal with others, and usually only goes to look for Her when she goes out. I asked for some fruit wine silently, and my biggest hobby was watching Heat football games and watching bold men full of hormones sweating.

It wasn't like there weren't unlucky ones who harassed Genevieve, but the shriveled corpses of these tough guys would be taken out of the prison the next day.

Genevieve's explanation for this was that she had been to the Cathay Empire and Nibon in the East, where she did business for a period of time, and at the same time learned some self-defense skills from an ordinary Cathay monk. .

The other three were doubtful and had reservations about Genevieve's combat power.

In the group of four, Hemo apparently has the lowest combat effectiveness, but he also has the most luxurious equipment.

He carries with him a complete arsenal of small weapons, ranging from exquisite short swords and daggers to large monster-hunting Jezai rifles, all of which can be found on Hemer. But he could still carry these weapons on his back with such arrogance that the guards turned a blind eye.

Of course, this is all thanks to Alleyne's care.

A group of inmates couldn't understand how this dark elf could have a relationship with the royal family of Yris, saying it was outrageous.

In the prison, the three friends looked around at Hemer's luxuriously decorated cell, all expressing disbelief.

Looking at the rows of unopened wine in the closet, Joseph's eyes widened, "Oh my God, does that bean sprout know that you built a paradise in his prison?"

Helmer was sitting on the steel frame bed, his long legs dangling restlessly. He knew that the dwarf was talking about Eltharion, so he smiled and nodded, "Of course I know."

"Then he still allows you to live a good life like this?" Jalil was shocked. "Please, we are in jail, not on vacation in a summer palace."

As he spoke, he approached Hemer, holding his hand on his goatee, and looked Hemer up and down, as if he was meeting him for the first time, "Tell me, are you the illegitimate son of Elsarion and the Druchi woman?"

"Yeah, I think so." Genevieve naturally picked up a piece of high-quality Yris cheese on the table and put it into her mouth, admiring with a satisfied expression.

"Wow, it's really great. I've forgotten how many years I haven't eaten cheese made by high elves. In the empire, this is a luxury that only nobles can afford. To be honest, Helmer, is there such a possibility? , are you also tired of the decadent aristocratic life, so you came to experience the life of a prisoner?"

ah?

Hermer's face twitched slightly, and he waved his hands quickly, "Where are you thinking? I'm just with Elsarion's niece."

"what?!"

The three of them looked at each other in shock.

Jalil gave Hemo a thumbs up and expressed sincere admiration: "You are ruthless, you are ruthless than me."

"Oh my God." Joseph slapped his forehead, looking like he needed a few bottles of good wine to calm down, but in fact he did just that.

Only Genevieve, who likes to listen to gossip, looked excited, "A high elf princess actually fell in love with the dark elf lord, my God!"

Thinking of the fact that Hemer was imprisoned by Elssarion, Genevieve instantly completed a bloody stage play in her mind.

"Those things that have to be said about the noble daughter and the poor boy, and the evil and cold uncle who interfered to break up the miserable couple. Oh no, my Verena, this is so exciting! Tell me what happened between you. I listen."

Hermione smiled bitterly, how could it be as romantic as Genevieve said.

He was with Alleria, strictly speaking, he was just taking advantage of others.

At this time, Joseph, who was holding a bottle of wine and drinking at the table, burped and said drunkenly, "I know, these are all old stories. The boy found the girl, the boy lost the girl, and the girl found the girl." Boy, the boy forgets the girl, the boy remembers the girl, and then the girl’s villain uncle takes the infatuated boy to prison and tortures him, it’s that simple. Your bean sprouts’ love is too vulgar.”

Helmer spread his hands and said, "He's right."

"You're so boring, Hermer." Genevieve had rich experience and could tell at a glance that Hermer was perfunctory. She was sitting lazily on the edge of the bed, lamenting that she had lost the opportunity to listen to bloody stories.

Everyone chatted for a while, and then Hemer brought up the team's affairs.

"By the way, should the four of us form a rugby team?"

"You are the boss, you have the final say." Jalil was eating and drinking, and took time out of his busy schedule to reply.

"Still playing football? Oh my God, has the life of the King of Brewers been such a failure? Hiccup~ I thought of the eight-year-old boy from my neighbor. He also participated in a rugby game, but he lost miserably and cried in confusion. Being chased by his mother with a tree stick and spanked..." Joseph was obviously drunk and started talking nonsense.

Genevieve felt that watching people compete was definitely different from participating in the competition in person, so she was willing to give it a try.

"Okay, it looks like everyone agrees." Hemo smiled, and the plan went through.

Don't worry about the drunk one.

"Now that we have formed a team, what good name should we choose?" Genevieve began to think hard. A resounding name is the team's business card. The four of them come from all over the world, and they will get together by fate. They must Choose a memorable combined name.

...

A few days later, a heat football game was about to begin on the prison field.

The guard who announced the curtain was sitting on the stage, glanced at the various strange and meaningless team names on the report, and was already able to announce the curtain without changing his face:

"The following will be the Nagaros Bandit Team versus the Prison Break Team tonight! Athletes from both sides will appear."

Facing the people in Hemo, five green-skinned orcs with burly muscles and burly bodies walked out.

The reason why there are still orcs in the prison is because after Eltharion eliminated all the greenskins in Yris, he felt that killing those who committed the most heinous crimes would be too cheap for these beasts, so he imprisoned them. Torture in prison.

Facing five big orcs, Hemo had all kinds of monsters, plus an inconspicuous passerby.

The two sides stood close and stared at each other, pushing each other.

With the cheers of the surrounding prisoners, the atmosphere gradually increased.

puff.

Suddenly, a mace fell out of Jalil's crotch, and the atmosphere instantly fell into embarrassment.

I saw Arabi, a tall man, calmly bending down to pick up the war hammer and put it on his waistband. At the same time, he said with a serious face: "I am a vulnerable group who is afraid of prison violence. It is reasonable to carry a war hammer with me for self-defense." ."

There was a burst of sighing and booing all around.

The guards don't care about such nonsense. The whistle blows and the game begins.

A big orc man grabbed the ball first and rushed unstoppably towards the penalty area. Hemer found the right moment, stuck out his foot and tripped the opponent, grabbed the ball and started running back.

Jalil took out his war hammer, aimed it at the back of the orc's head and struck it hard several times. Immediately, blood splattered, and he spat before leaving.

"How can anyone play ball without wearing a helmet?"