Warhammer: Dark Elf

Jalil's unique skills shocked everyone, and the entire prison corridor was boiling for a while.

After performing a set of silky little combos, Arabi landed lightly, saluted all around with a decent smile, and received waves of cheers.

This move was like a knife in the butt, and Hemo's eyes were opened. He admired Lao Jia so much that he couldn't help but applaud and sighed sincerely: "Elegance, so elegant."

Although Elsarion's special training made Helmer suffer a lot and he was in a state of half-death every day, the inmates who kept working hard also brought him a lot of joy. These fragments of happiness are the best part of his prison life. Soothe.

Stars and frosts flew by, and before he knew it, Hemer spent two months in Esota Maha Prison.

During this period, the war in northern Leo Suun intensified. The Joy Sect and the high elves allied forces fought repeatedly around Tal-Drowdel and the surrounding areas. Both sides suffered huge losses, but overall the high elves gained the advantage. .

After all, facing the high-elf side's star-studded lineup composed of many legends such as Eternal Queen Alarielle, War Council Prince Tyrion, Shadow King Aris, Ocean Lord Aislin, and White Lion Guard Captain Alasta, the Dark Elves' Morathi and Loxia seemed somewhat powerless.

At this stage of the war, unless the Witch King Malekith sends reinforcements, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the defeat of the Joy Sect is only a matter of time.

It is worth mentioning that the only dark elf on the entire Ulsuen Island who is staying out of the situation is not having a good time. After all, he is still in prison in Yris.

In the afternoon, the prison had its weekly break, and the exhausted prisoners flocked to the square like wild horses that had escaped their reins to vent their frustrations.

A few minutes later, with a deafening roar, a towering tree with leafy branches rose from the ground among the crowd, instantly strangulating dozens of prisoners to pieces.

The bursting rain of blood was shocking.

Among the frightened crowd, Hemo put his hands on his hips and looked up at the illusion of lush ancient trees, with the corners of his mouth rising uncontrollably.

"What the hell, it's been a whole year! I finally figured it out."

Wrath of Nature, the most basic large-damage magic of the Life School, was also the first magic that Hemo mastered.

Counting from the time in Iron Thorn Town, it took him nearly a year to master this magic. This efficiency can basically be regarded as a magic insulator.

However, Hemo was still very happy. This meant that he had taken the most important first step from a reckless man who only knew how to chop with a sword towards the path of a noble master.

The prisoners around him were struck by nature's wrath for no reason, and suffered heavy casualties. When the survivors looked for the culprit with overwhelming anger, they were surprised to find that it was the trouble caused by Hemmer's connections, and they were suddenly in trouble. gas.

Even the guards on the high wall didn't react at all. Aren't they small fish and shrimps looking for death when they go to find trouble for others? So everyone could only disperse in anger, and at the same time cursed and shouted in their hearts, is there still a king's law? Are there any laws?

Bang!

The giant wooden illusion was shattered into thousands of magic fragments, and fluorescent dots dissipated in the world. Only broken corpses and blood-soaked ground were left in the messy square.

"Guard, collect the body."

Helmer shouted at the patrolling jailer, and someone immediately came over to clean up the scene.

The guards of Asotamaha Prison usually don't bother to pay attention to the killings among the prisoners, but they are professional in collecting corpses. In less than half an hour, they cleaned up the scattered corpses and brought new sand to spread on the blood stains. , the venue instantly returned to its original state.

The gentle breeze blew across his face, and the strong smell of blood still entered his nostrils. Hemo sat cross-legged on the grass, sniffing at the warm sun, and gradually recovered from his joy.

He realized that his success in mastering the wrath of nature was gratifying, but it was also a dangerous achievement that could bring him death.

All male druchis under the rule of Witch King Malekith are not allowed to learn magic. Doing so is equivalent to giving eye drops to the Witch King, which is an unpardonable crime.

In order to survive, he must not let anyone in the outside world know that he knows magic, otherwise what awaits him is an abyss of destruction.

There is fire hidden in the flesh, and it will eventually implode. After thinking about this, Hemo looked around the noisy square, and felt a sense of joy in hindsight.

Most of the people here will never get out in their lifetime, so there is no worry about them leaking secrets. As long as you get out of jail, just be careful.

"Never use magic unless absolutely necessary." Helmer secretly set a rule for himself.

In the afternoon, he returned to his cell and sat in silence, waiting for the Aquila Legionnaires to take him to the training ground.

Two soldiers appeared on time and covered Hemer with a strip of cloth.

"Brothers, what are you going to eat tonight?"

After many contacts, Hemer became familiar with the Sky Eagle Legion soldiers who led him, and he was able to have a few words with each other while being detained.

"Iris Steak? It seems to be this one, I can't remember clearly." The soldier on the left held Hemo's arm and said uncertainly.

"Don't worry, I hate steak. I'm tired of eating it every day. It's better to live in a bad land. Even though I eat and sleep in the open all day long, every meal is different." The companion shook his head and complained.

"Forget it, the only wine in the Giant City tavern is spore wine, a rubbish that only greenskins drink. I can't stand the strong smell just by smelling it."

"exactly."

Helmer listened with great interest as the soldiers talked about what they had seen and heard in the Bad Land.

There is a three-way melee between dwarves, greenskins, and ratmen. There are opportunities everywhere.

When they arrived at the training ground, Elsarion did not train Hemo as usual. Instead, he looked at him meaningfully and took people to the Rad Lily Temple.

Yris has the largest Mist Temple in the known world, and its huge area far exceeds the small temple in Ironthorn Town.

The magnificent outer hall is bustling with believers coming and going, but the deepest inner hall is as silent as an empty valley.

Except for the temple guards who occasionally patrolled by, there were almost no other figures around.

"Go in." Elsharion stood tall and straight, motioning for Hemo to enter the inner hall alone.

Although Hemo couldn't figure out why Ai Jiang brought him here, he thought it was probably not a bad thing, so he relaxed and opened the door of the inner hall and walked into the mist.

After walking forward in the white mist for an unknown amount of time, the field of vision suddenly opened up.

Helmer was surprised to find that the interior of the temple actually led to a secluded valley.

After several days of rain, the air was filled with fluttering butterflies and tits, and several silver moon dragons spread their wings and wandered under the hazy rainbow. There are several magnificent white pagodas among the cliffs. The flying water falls straight down the rugged cliffs, and the water splashes everywhere, forming a series of snow-white ladders. Under the shade of greenery, in the sunshine, deer and white lions run in the jungle, creating a lively scene.

There are only black dragons in Nagaros, and Hemo has never seen a silver moon dragon before. These dragons are actually bigger and more beautiful than he imagined.

The morning sun shone through the gaps and fell mottled on his white hair. As the breeze blew through the leaves and the hair on his forehead, those light spots also swayed on his body.

Listening to the music of the primitive jungle, the main melody was the rustling breeze, and the accompaniment was the whispering of branches and leaves. When he noticed the fog rolling in front of him, Hemo raised his head and happened to meet Radlili's eyes.

A few dozen meters in front of him, there was a small natural pool. The pool is exposed to the sun, surrounded by stones, and has a gurgling spring in the middle. There is a small rainbow above the spring, green vines grow around the stone bank, and crystal fruits in the shape of teardrops hang under the leaves.

The water reflected the moonlight veil and the floating light and shadow of the long skirt. Radlili sat lazily by the spring, staring at Hermer with deep eyes.

She seemed to have been waiting here for a long time.

"Welcome to my realm, devout believer, long time no see."

The God of Mist stood up, and his delicate toes, as white as jade, touched the water, causing ripples in the pond.

Radlily? Why did she suddenly call herself here?

And...something seems wrong.

Where is it?

"My God, it's an honor to meet you."

Helmer knelt on one knee in front of Radley, with an excited expression on his face, but a look of thought flashed in his eyes.

"Are you wondering?" Radlily stared at Hemo with interest, her divine eyes engraved in her eyes, and it looked like she had seen through his underwear.

The latter was immediately shocked. She actually knew what she was thinking?

But then Hemer suddenly realized what he had been wondering about before.

Spring water, lake surface, goddess, damn, lake bitch Lilith!

"What, you're surprised? You think I'm Lilith? That's interesting. I really don't know why you think that. But be careful, wrong ideas will eventually lead to disaster."

Radlily's soft voice was extremely pleasant to the ears, but Helmer was frightened by it.

Lilith wouldn't be so angry that she would kill someone just because her vest fell off!

"How... how is it possible? How can my god be the goddess Lilith? Besides, even if you are Lilith, my loyalty to you will not be shaken at all. I swear on my honor that my faith in you is unconditional. Doubtful!"

Helmer said righteously.

As for his lies, he himself doesn’t believe them.

"Really? I hope so."

idiot.

Radlili's eyes flashed with cunning for a moment.

There is such joy in teasing mortals.

After teasing Hemo, Radlili was in a good mood. She snapped her fingers, and the lake below her feet suddenly rippled, and a two-handed sword with a cold light flew out from it.

"I have been watching your actions since Naggaroth. Until now, everything you have done has satisfied me. As a reward for pleasing me, this divine sword is given to you."

Radlili waved her hand arrogantly, and the gorgeous high-quality sword flashed in front of Hemo.

"This sword was forged by Vaal, the god of forging. I imbued it with divine power and named it Light. Only my most loyal followers can wield this sword, accept it."

Damn it! Artifact! !

Helmer stared blankly at the heavy sword suspended horizontally in front of him, and his brain went into a shutdown.

He carefully placed his hand on the sword, touching the exquisite lines on the blade, his fingers trembling unconsciously.

"The purpose of giving you this sword is not without purpose, because I see many... unknown possibilities in your destiny, related to the future of this world. You are still too weak now and don't need to know the secrets. But remember , the shield wall of order is being eaten away by powerful evil, and we don't have much time. I hope that in this last period of time, you can sharpen yourself and become a sharp blade, and don't live up to my expectations."

Radlily disappeared into the mist, and only her voice still echoed in Hemer's ears.

Elsharion watched all this silently from a distance, and unconsciously touched the Sabertooth sword at his waist. He suddenly felt sad. The goddess was so partial. She was so kind to a dark elf, but always ignored him.

Why is she so skilled! He was obviously the one who came first!