Warhammer: Dark Elf

Carrying the divine sword given by Radley, Helmer walked into the fog in the direction he came from, unconsciously recalling the scenes he had just experienced, as if in a dream.

Even though he could clearly feel the weight from the light, there was still an unreal feeling.

It is shameful to say that his original intention of believing in Radlili was purely to use him to suppress the corruption of chaos in his territory, without any personal beliefs.

To put it bluntly, I treat Radlili as a tool god, but I didn't expect that she is so interesting and has been providing help overtly and covertly.

He suppressed the corruption of three towns, then instructed Eltharion to teach him, and now he was given a divine weapon.

To be honest, even if Rad Lily directly told Helmer that she was Lilith, Helmer would accept it calmly, and then kneel down and lick the lake bitch's foot-washing water with the Holy Grail Knights.

After all, all the elven gods that exist today are weird. Take Asuryan and Bloodhand Kane, the highest-ranking heavenly fathers in the Asur and Druchi faiths. Asuryan took the lead in destroying and losing contact. He is not in the signal server area all year round; Kane is even more heavyweight. His absence is the best blessing to the elves.

Compared with these two sleeping dragons and phoenixes, Radlili, who actively cares about the mortal world, is a breath of fresh air, and there is nothing good to say about it.

Helmer is now determined to hang out with Radley and will never waver.

But his thoughts aroused Esther's ridicule.

"The reason why fools are fools is not that they are stupid or dull, but because they choose to turn a blind eye, not to hear, to comfort themselves, and to think they are smart. Helmer, you are a smart man, when did your thoughts become so childish?"

"You know why Radlili gave you the Divine Sword. It seems that you picked up her sword, but in fact you became the sword in her hands. In the end, you are just... a slave. "

"Shut up."

Hermione rolled her eyes and was too lazy to talk to Es.

After getting along for a long time, Helmer discovered that Ess's situation was very complicated. She did not seem to be completely parasitic in his body.

It was as if his body was just a transit station. With his permission, Ess, who was in the Chaos Demon Realm, could come to the mortal world by occupying his body. Most of the time, this demon has been fighting for Slaanesh in the Demon Realm. Now it comes out to chatter, just because it is stimulated by Radlili. Homer didn't want to offend her at all.

But Yisi got excited, and when she saw that Hemo was ignoring her, she thought for a moment, and once again said in the young man's ear in a seductive and charming voice: "Hemo, do you want the artifact? As long as you open the mouth of Chrysostom, I will give it to you immediately. You deliver it.”

Homer:? ? ?

What day is it today? Why does everyone want to give themselves artifacts?

"You really think that the artifacts are just rotten cabbage on the street. You can just pick them up. If you, a great demon, can come up with any artifacts, go and let loose in the Chaos Demon Realm and stop bothering me."

"I'm not kidding, I really have a magic weapon to give you."

"I'm not kidding you, hurry up and crawl."

Esther: ....

This rude ass!

I can't continue the conversation, so let's close the door!

Seeing that the demon made no movement again, Helmer raised his eyebrows and whistled happily.

In fact, even if Eth had the artifact, he wouldn't dare to ask for it. If he dared to touch Slaanesh's things, he would die if he tried.

Following Elsarion, who had a deep look on his face, back to the prison, Helmer sat cross-legged on the steel frame bed, placed the sword across his knees and looked at it carefully, unable to put it down.

During this period, Jalil, Genevieve and Joseph came to the door. When they saw the artifact in Hemo's hand, they immediately realized that this heavy sword was not simple.

After learning the whole story from Helmer's mouth, the small cell suddenly exploded.

"Good boy, you have a god-given weapon. We don't have many of these in Arabi. You have made a fortune, Hemo!" Jalil was extremely shocked. "Show me quickly."

"promise."

Hemo generously handed over the heavy sword, and Jalil held the sword as if it were a treasure, his eyes shining with words of praise.

When it comes to forging weapons, dwarves are experts.

Joseph took the bright reality and drew a deep mark on the wall, nodded his head, and then looked back and forth at the Excalibur.

"Oh my god, look at this material, which is one of a kind, this hardness is indestructible, this blade is as thin as a cicada, this workmanship is rare in the world, this breast... um, wait? Why is the hilt of the sword half a woman's body? Like? Why isn’t she wearing any clothes?”

Joseph was numb, he really couldn't understand the aesthetics of the elves and gods.

Hemo laughed awkwardly for a long time, unable to make any comment.

Genevieve, on the other hand, looked melancholy. She put her chin on her hand and sighed with a long breath: "Although the shape is a bit obscene, it is a divine weapon after all. Speaking of which, I also believe in the goddess Verena. Why does she There is no divine weapon given to me, is it because the time has not come yet?”

"You guys who drink blood also believe in God?" Jalil scratched his head, very surprised.

"Of course. Not all vampires like to drink blood. Just like me, in Cathay, I spent thirty years learning from my teacher how to control my bloodlust, and now I can continue with just a few drops of blood. Extremely long survival time.”

"Then we still have to drink human blood like mosquitoes? There is no vampire in the world who is not bloodthirsty." Joseph, who was holding a bottle of beer and slurping it, muttered.

After being exposed, Genevieve blushed and argued: "Just drinking a little bit cannot be considered... bloodthirsty!... How can the matter of midnight dignitaries be compared to mosquitoes? "The words that were difficult to understand came one after another, such as "the mysterious Blood Dragon Knights" and "the blood of the emperor's dragon can satisfy the blood thirst", etc., which caused the three inmates to laugh loudly, and the cell was suddenly filled with happy air.

...

At that moment, a major event happened in the new world: the invasion frenzy of the rat people was coming.

Rat infestations have appeared to varying degrees in all the territories of the New World, and even Naggaroth, ruled by the Witch King, is no exception.

The biting cold wind whizzed by with the heavy snow. The buildings in Nagarond were indifferent and majestic. Dark clouds gathered above. The billowing darkness from the volcano, lightning and thunder made the world white and black, shrouded in In a deep blue haze. The Black Winged Dragon and the Manticore hovered high in the sky, but all that fell was the cold sunlight and their shadows. Under the numerous black towers, the strong are on top and the weak are bleeding, accompanied by the occasional blood-curdling screams, creating a gloomy scene in the capital of the dark elves.

Life here is like a burst of magma sparks. It shines brightly for an instant and condenses into cold rocks the moment it hits the ground.

The vast and barren world is full of apocalyptic scenes.

Because Naggaroth is close to the extreme north, it is dim most of the time. Especially in winter, the time when you can see the sun is even fewer.

Between the raised obsidian peaks and lava rivers, sunlight falls from the sky like a gauze to the earth, spreading over the undulating and rugged ground.

The earth corroded by Chaos is full of scars, like huge scars and wounds, with the crimson color of magma flashing from time to time.

The sky in Nagaroth is always mottled, like a paint bucket that was accidentally kicked over. All kinds of paints poured out and came together again. The colors were mixed but all were cold tones.

The Witch King Malekith stood on a high hill facing the sword-like cold wind, gazing at his kingdom.

Today, Naggaroth has many enemies. In the Chaos Wasteland in the north, countless Chaos warbands are wreaking havoc southward. The Wood Elves in the middle have not yet been eliminated. The relationship with the Lizardmen in the south is gradually deteriorating. In addition, there has never been a conflict with the High Elves in the vast ocean. The war ceased.

The dark elves are surrounded by enemies and their situation becomes increasingly difficult.

Ironically, as the son of the first Phoenix King Aenarion and Morathi, the king of Nagaryth, and the true chosen son, Malekith should have been sitting on the throne of the Phoenix King and using his shrewd wisdom to The spirit guides the way forward. But now, as the Witch King, he leads the dark elves who long for revenge and struggle to survive in this barren land.

His reckless actions in the past caused his body to be burned by the Asuryan Holy Fire, and he had no choice but to put on a personal armor called Midnight to survive. His once high-spirited appearance had also gone with the wind, but his scarlet eyes still exuded a captivating energy. of cold light.

After experiencing too many bad things, Malekith only cares about one thing now, the throne, the throne, or the special Phoenix Throne.

Malekith always wanted to regain his birthright and become the Phoenix King, but the increasingly frequent Chaos invasions in the north left him unable to do anything, so he could only be stationed in Naggarond and sit on the front line.

But even with him in charge, the dark elves still lost many strongholds in the north. The Yankees' offensive has even threatened Hal Gansey City.

To make matters worse, the rats in the south are gradually no longer satisfied with just building their underground kingdom in the Lustria rainforest. Some large clans have begun to expand their power northward, and Naggaroth is the first to bear the brunt.

The day before yesterday, Tritus Dreadtail, a rat general from the Grinning Clan, excavated a tunnel and appeared directly near the port of Karonde-Kar on the eastern coast of Naggaroth. He burned the Pillar of Hotek guarding the city and looted it. Take away large amounts of population and wealth.

Although the Grin clan is not among the four most influential clans, it is one of the richest rat clans. It is also a strong rival to the Merdel clan among the four clans. This notorious rat clan is known for its numbers. The most famous force is the huge black-furred Assault Rats, whose strength is growing day by day by occupying a dimensional stone mine.

Their warlord Tritth Dreadtail is also a legend of renown.

Skaven is known for being lazy and cunning, and Tritus is so cunning that he is notorious even in the Rat World. What's more important is that Tritus' luck blessing is incredible.

For example, a gun that can hold six rounds of bullets only has one bullet. As long as you dare to shoot yourself in the temple, you can get rich rewards.

A normal person would be hesitant.

But Tritus would just open his claws and boldly ask for four more coins.

He is so confident in his luck.

The invasion of the grinning clan gave the Witch King even more headaches, and for this reason he once again postponed his plan to attack Ulsuen Island.