Warhammer: Dark Elf

Due to various reasons, the orcs and goblins in the prison have the lowest status and are the targets of everyone's beatings. Not only do they have to be tortured by the guards and guards, but prisoners of other races will also habitually make things difficult for them.

After all, it is human nature to flatter others and suppress others.

The long-term lack of enough food has caused the greenskins to generally shrink in physique, and the equipment they can use is even more rudimentary. They can basically only rely on a pair of fists in the confrontation. However, Hemo and the others are all in peak physical condition, and they use a variety of weapons. , so the five orcs in the prison escape team tonight were completely at a disadvantage in the weapon-fighting competition with Hemer and the others.

Especially when he saw Hemer pulling out a short-barreled gun and shooting at the orcs who were fighting for the ball with him, even Eltharion almost collapsed.

With Radlili's oracle, Elsharion always turned a blind eye to his nephew's delivery of things to Helmer. As long as he didn't lead a prison break, he could turn a blind eye.

"He has a gun! I don't! It's not fair!"

The orcs who were grabbing the ball shouted angrily around them.

Pointing the gun at the opponent's forehead, Helmer smiled evilly, "Noon is here!"

Bang!

Before the big orc man could finish his words, Hemo shot a black hole in his head.

Seeing that another orc was killed, the prisoners watching the game became even more excited.

Five versus three, even though Genevieve was just hanging out on the court to catch fish, the four of them still pushed the score to an irreversible level.

A game soon ended with all the opponents dead, the crowd dispersed, and after the game only two guards cleared the field on the desolate field, dragging the bodies out and burning them expressionlessly.

Since then, relying on sophisticated weapons, the Hemer team has completely occupied the championship position in the Fire Football Tournament.

Originally, Helmer thought that his days in jail would go smoothly, until one afternoon two weeks later, two Skyhawk Legion soldiers came to him.

The Sky Eagle Legion is one of the top legions of Yris, following Eltharion in the badlands all year round. The murderous aura displayed all over the body is very different from the sophisticated standard armor and ordinary prison guards.

Therefore, when he saw that the person coming was not the guard brother who got along well with him, Hemo immediately turned over from the steel frame bed and watched the two of them warily.

"You are...."

The two Skyhawk warriors didn't waste any time, they just pulled Hemer up from the bed and covered him with a piece of cloth.

The sudden darkness made Hemo panic, "This...here, two eldest brothers, it's not time to relax? Who is looking for me?"

Could it be that Elsharion is thinking of himself? Will he not be able to escape the reckoning after all?

Even if you want to be taken to the Louis XVI Happy Station to be beheaded, you have to prepare a decapitation meal for yourself.

The two Skyhawk Legion soldiers ignored Hemo's resistance and escorted the man out of the prison.

The clear sound of footsteps echoed in his ears, and every step Hemo took was torture.

It wasn't until they entered a seemingly wide area, with the breeze blowing across their cheeks, the soldiers on both sides retreated, and the cloth strips were taken off... that Hemer saw the scene in front of him and the statue-like man standing still.

It's a golden afternoon. A sight you would never see in Anagaros. Helmer stood in a sunny training ground, with white towers standing in the distance, framing King Yris' capital bathed in golden light outside into a beautiful oil painting. If the streets below the castle were not bustling with people, and there were slowly moving clouds, arcane phoenixes and griffins in the sky, and Eltharion, the king of Yris, standing in front of him, Hemer might have reached out to touch the dried oil. No more.

"Choose a weapon that you are good at using, and let's get started." Elsarion, wearing loose casual clothes, stood tall and tall in front of Hemo, holding a blade-tooth sword in his hand, staring at the astonishment with a pair of unruffled eyes. The young man said calmly, "From now on, I will teach you how to fight like a real warrior."

Homer:? ? ?

Is the sun coming out in the west? Or is your mind unclear?

Elsharion actually wants to teach him martial arts?

"Brother Hemo, make your choice quickly." Alleyn, who was practicing his two-handed sword at the side, saw Hemo in a daze and reminded him in a low voice.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly received a cold gaze, and Aileen felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"It seems you still have the strength. You will train for two more hours later."

Do not! !

The sky was blue, and the paper cranes outside the window... Alleyn instantly became dimmed.

"Uncle..." Hemo moved the handcuffs uncomfortably.

"Huh?" Elsarion looked at the bold bastard indifferently, and the latter quickly suppressed his words and changed his title.

"Lord Eltharion, what are you doing?"

Suddenly want to teach yourself to fight? I go? seriously?

"Wasn't what I said clear enough before? Go choose a weapon and go to the battlefield, don't make me repeat it a second time."

If it weren't for the will of the goddess Radlili, Elsharion wouldn't bother with Hemo, it's just the goddess's mission.

Eltharion walked onto the battlefield on his own, and the golden sun shrouded his eyelashes and skin with a faint halo. Standing there on the battlefield, he exuded a commanding and majestic aura. He was an undoubted legend among the high elves.

Helmer's thoughts were spinning quickly, and he guessed that Radlili was controlling all of this. He couldn't help but sigh, it was so comfortable to hug the thigh of a reliable god.

Radlili is not an unreliable Lilith, definitely not.

Helmer kept giving himself hints.

After figuring out the whole story, he was in a good mood. He walked towards the weapon rack next to Alleyne and looked at it. They were all high elf standard equipment, gorgeous in gold and silver, which was far different from the cold-toned equipment style of the dark elves.

He randomly selected a huge sword and waved it, showing a satisfied smile. A real man should be a bit fierce and be a great swordsman and dominate the world.

Helmer carried the big sword and confidently walked onto the battlefield to confront Eltharion.

The breeze blows gently in the evening, and the bustling city gradually fades into dusk. The leisurely crowds disappear and appear, and several arcane phoenixes sing in the clouds.

"Go ahead."

Elsharion held the sword in one hand and raised his eyebrows at Helmer. The latter curled up the corners of his mouth, shouted low, swung his sword and attacked the watcher straight away.

"It's all flaws."

Elsharion said disdainfully. He remained motionless. It was not until the heavy sword carrying the strong wind was about to strike down that he raised the long sword diagonally in front of his forehead. He relieved the force of the heavy sword easily and freely, and moved his wrist flexibly. Turning took advantage of Hemo's castration before he could turn around, and put the edge of the Sabertooth sword on the latter's neck.

"Not enough. Come again."

The blade of the sword turned, and the sword struck Hemer's right shoulder heavily.

His right arm was numb and he almost lost consciousness. Helmer hissed in pain, and after a while he raised his heavy sword and attacked Elsharion.

A few seconds later, the heavy sword fell from Helmer's hand, and he was kicked off the platform by Elsharion, and fell heavily into the sand pit.

Before he could struggle to get up, he heard Eltharion's emotionless summons again, "Continue."

"Nima..." Hemo was about to cry but had no tears.

For a whole afternoon, he was beaten so severely by Eltharion that his whole body was about to fall apart.

Even though he tried his best, he still couldn't get past the opponent's few moves, which made Ai-chan look even more disgusted.

Seeing Hemo crying and howling in such a miserable state, Alleyn couldn't help but snicker, as if he had seen his former self, and that was how he came here.

"Continue to suffer, Brother Hemo!"

While beating Helmer and feeling a little happy, Eltharion was also a little confused. He didn't understand why the goddess would choose this weak fear lord as the chosen one. Even if it was a random warrior from the Oathbreaker Legion, it would be worse than picking a random warrior from the Oathbreaker Legion. He can fight.

Or rather, there was something special about Hemo that deserved the attention of the gods, so Radlili repeatedly asked her to take special care of him. So much so that during this period, he listened to the guidance of the goddess more than the number of spiritual calls in the past years combined.

That’s all, since it is God’s will, mortals don’t need to speculate.

Elsharion could only push Hemer harder.

He also wanted to know where the future limit of this madman would be.

The rigorous training lasted until night, when Elsarion stopped at nightfall.

The training ground was surrounded by golden lights, and the decorative crystals were sparkling under the night. Helmer put his hands on his knees, breathing heavily, and beads of sweat fell from his forehead and temples in succession. His shadow was dragged on the battlefield. Extremely long.

"Let's end it today." Eltharion put the blade back into its scabbard, took the clean towel handed by the servant and wiped his hands. He didn't take a breath during this period, and his tone was very calm, just like the man who had been beaten all afternoon. It was someone else and had nothing to do with him.

It wasn't until Elsarion walked down the stairs that Helmer fell heavily on the stage, staring blankly at the starry night sky, and weakly murmured: "It's over, finally..."

As if he heard Hemmer's words, Elsarion stopped on the steps, paused and said, "Start tomorrow morning, continue."

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Hemo felt that Elsarion seemed to be smiling. But anyway, he couldn't laugh anymore, because from today on, the cruel special training career began.