Warhammer: Dark Elf

In the early morning of the next day, a loud horn sounded in the hellish city of Anaheim.

The fighting dark elves and high elves warriors breathed a sigh of relief, gathered their troops and retreated slowly.

Morathi and Shadow King Aris fought for a whole day and night, and neither could do anything to the other, so after being exhausted, they each returned to the unified troops to prepare for the next attack and defense.

Generally speaking, after this battle, the Dark Elves were dominant. Not only did they break through the outer city of Anaheim, they also plundered a large number of High Elf slaves and wealth. Their morale was high under the influence of their killing skills. On the contrary, the High Elves They could only watch helplessly as their homeland was destroyed, their military morale was weakened, and their morale was low. If it weren't for the charismatic Shadow King, they would have collapsed long ago.

Morathi led the dark elf army stationed in the outer city, while the high elves gathered in the inner city. There was almost no barrier between the two armies. Small-scale encounters were still taking place in the streets and alleys, but the army could recharge its batteries. .

In the afternoon, the Chinese army camped.

Morathi lazily leaned on the high-backed throne and examined the battle damage reports of various departments brought up by the statistician in her hand.

Below, the dark lords and sorceresses stood on the left and right.

According to statistics from various ministries, more than half of the troops in yesterday's battle suffered casualties, and only a few members of the few troops were left alive. The establishment existed in name only.

It can be seen how fierce the battle was.

Even Morathi, who had always squandered the lives of her followers, could not help but frown at this time.

"More than half of the entire army suffered casualties..." Morathi casually threw the watch on the table and looked down at her servants.

Most people present were disappointed.

Among them, Hemo was especially serious. His whole body was depressed. Not only did he have a plaster hanging on his left hand, but he also had several stitches on his cheek. He looked miserable.

"I didn't expect Nagaryth's resistance to be so fierce." Morathi's magnetic and charming voice echoed in the ears of every leader of the Joy Sect.

"Calvisish, you said Alasta appeared at the west gate?"

"Yes, my queen." Calvesish stepped out and responded: "Originally, our army had taken the west city gate before sunset and was about to occupy the central square in one fell swoop, but Alasta led the Lothern navy Appeared in the high elf camp and severely damaged our army."

Calvesish's face was slightly pale and his breath was weak. He obviously suffered a lot against Alasta.

"How many of them are there?"

Calvaisish shook his head and apologized: "My subordinates didn't see clearly. It is roughly estimated that there are hundreds of people including the Charis White Lion Guard."

"Hundreds of people?" Morathi wondered, "If reinforcements from Itain arrive, there shouldn't be only such a few people. It should be Etain's forward army."

"It's not your fault, just join the ranks."

"Yes, Queen." Calvaisish walked back to the queue and stood.

"Most of the follow-up troops on Ulsuen Island are already on the way and may arrive here at any time." Morathi deduced, "But their efforts are in vain. Soon, this magnificent seaport city will finally be under my command. , this is the will of the Phoenix Queen. Believe me, the pain you have experienced will be rewarded tenfold or a hundredfold."

Everyone raised their heads and saw Morathi's confident expression. Almost no one could resist the charm of those charming purple eyes.

The bright sunlight penetrated the curtains and fell on the throne. Morathi's face was bright and young, without any trace of sophistication brought about by the passage of time. I couldn't help but sigh that a person's appearance is really a confusing thing. Just looking at her face, the frustrations of the lords disappeared instantly. They were willing to risk their lives for her. They wished they could lead their troops into the inner city and find out the Shadow King right now. Offer.

Helmer was not immune to the vulgarity, and after just one glance from Morathi, he suddenly didn't want to work hard...

Fortunately, the young man had a firm mind and did not want to have anything to do with Slaanesh. He quickly recalled the beauty of the country like a flower picking his nose, and then calmed down.

"Thank you for your hard work. Let's go down and integrate the troops first, and attack the inner city early tomorrow morning."

"Respect the Queen's order."

The lord and the sorceresses respectfully exited the camp.

"Homer."

Just as Hemo was about to go out, Morathi called him from behind.

In an instant, Hemo's thoughts were changing.

This man and woman are living alone in the same room... and Aunt Mo is the disciple of Slaanesh... She doesn't want to stain her innocence, does she?

If that was the case, Hemer admitted that he and Aunt Mo had already decided on the name of their child in this second.

At that moment, in Naggarond in the far north, the Witch King Malekith sneezed without warning...

"Do you have any other orders?" Although his heart was pounding, Helmer still asked respectfully with a normal expression.

"It's nothing, you did a good job, thank you for your hard work." Morathi smiled with a smile on her lips: "But I have heard of some interesting things you did in Iron Thorn Town. I don't know how you like to treat the weak. No matter what. But remember, kindness is a poison. Being ambitious and doing whatever it takes is the way to survive for Druchi. Such people are qualified to rule ignorant people."

Morathi's careless words will not be dealt with by Helmer.

Does what he is doing in Iron Thorn Town refer to the capture of prisoners of war, or the reform of the First Five-Year Plan?

How many details did Eladen report to Aunt Mo?

He was thinking at this moment whether Aunt Mo could see through the color of her underwear...

"I understand." Morathi was very pleased with Helmer's humbly accepting look.

She made a crotch and stretched her waist lazily, her proud curves exuding fatal attraction.

Hemo said, "Don't look at what's inappropriate, don't listen to what's inappropriate. His face is like that of an old monk sitting still."

"Go down, I want to rest for a while." Morathi waved her hand tiredly.

Only then did Helmer exit the camp, cursing in his heart, "The goblin who wants human lives."

...

On the way back to his camp, Hemer saw many wounded soldiers.

These soldiers lay scattered among the tents, trembling and moaning...

Druzi's medical resources are in serious shortage, and few injured people can receive effective treatment. The lightly injured cannot even be taken care of, and serious injuries are directly equivalent to death.

After all, they are better at killing people than saving them.

The fate of most of the wounded was already determined on the battlefield, and they would just die in another place if they were carried back to the camp.

Unable to bear to see the wounded who were worse off than alive, Helmer continued walking with a heavy heart.

By chance, he saw the war hydra.

The huge multi-headed snake is now covered in wounds, with swords, spears, swords and halberds hanging on it, dripping with blood. One of its heads was chopped off with a sharp weapon, and its originally majestic appearance now looked extremely miserable.

It was entrenched on the ground, its four heads licking its wounds in disgust.

Helmer guessed that there were more than one person in Nagaryth's army who could cut off the head of a hydra, and it was probably the hunk of the Shadow King who did it.

However, although such an injury is serious, it is not enough to make the hydra lose its fighting ability. It has extremely strong regeneration power, and another head will soon grow out of its broken neck.

The hydra caught a glimpse of Helmer looking at it. It was very smart and recognized that this little dot had a relationship with itself.

Speaking of which, when it first met Hemmer, he was really a big-headed soldier who could be seen everywhere. Unexpectedly, in less than a month, he was promoted to a fear lord.

Now it is recovering from its injuries and has no interest in saying hello to the little one.

The four heads of the hydra curled up and continued to clean the wound.

Helmer scratched his head and walked back to his military camp.

"Sir, this is the casualty statistics list." Just as he sat on the chair, a low-ranking officer walked in and presented the form.

The person Hemer identified was Anzares, the commander of his second regiment of Gloomy Swordsmen.

He nodded, took the hand of the watch, and looked solemn.

In yesterday's battle alone, more than half of the troops in Tiezhi Town suffered casualties: more than 300 people were killed, 100 were seriously injured, and 200 were slightly injured.

The casualty rate was as high as six levels.

His army totaled a thousand men.

Helmer's heart was about to break. He put the watch on the table and suddenly said: "Anzarez, are you from Iron Thorn Town?"

"Yes, sir. This subordinate brought his relatives to join your army during the recruiting camp."

Although he didn’t know why Hemer suddenly asked this, Anzarez still responded truthfully.

"Find someone for me." Helmer smiled sourly, picked up a portrait from the desk and handed it to Anzarez.

"Name, family background. These should be detailed."

The body of the sad swordsman who had blocked the sword for him before was in a place controlled by the high elf. He could not send someone to restrain him, so he could only draw the other person's appearance and check his family background.

"As ordered." Anzarez took the portrait and looked at it. There was no impression of this person in his mind. So he planned to visit various military camps and ask questions.

After Anzarez left, the military tent fell into silence.

Helmer took off his greaves and carefully moved to the bed. He placed his left hand that was in plaster, rested his right hand on his head and looked at the ceiling. He recalled that he came to Warhammer, and the scenes of several battles were vivid in his mind.

"How can human life be so despised..."

Hermione sighed.

I don’t know how long it took, but Elladen walked into the military tent and saw Helmer lying alone on the bed, lost in thought. His beautiful face was even more exaggerated than a woman’s. The sorceress was suddenly filled with love. She showed a villain’s evil smile and tiptoed over. , then jumped into Hemo's arms and wanted to kiss his cheek.

Click!

The next moment, the entire Iron Thorn Army garrison heard the screams like a slaughtered pig.

The left hand that was originally in plaster was hit hard again!

The extreme pain is that you can no longer feel the pain.

The vastness is as if Feng Xu is riding the wind without knowing where it stops; the flutteringness is as if he is left alone in the world, becoming an immortal and ascending to immortality.

Helmer almost passed away and ascended to heaven at that time.

Eladen then remembered that Helmer was still injured and realized that she was in trouble. She became a little helpless and panicked. Seeing that Helmer was howling fiercely again, she quickly helped him up and asked anxiously, "Master Helmer" ,Are you OK...."

Helmer's forehead had veins popping out, and his face was as pale as snow. He bowed tremblingly to his right hand, "No...it's okay, it's just a fatal injury."

Eladen was amused by Hemo's words, but when she saw that the white gauze wrapped around Hemo's left hand was stained red with blood, she wanted to laugh but couldn't.

At this time, Alleria walked in with a fruit plate.

Seeing this, Eladen quickly explained the situation to her.

Alleria put down the fruit plate and sat next to Homer. She stretched out her slender snow-white hand and pressed it on Homer's left shoulder. A gentle fluorescence emerged from the palm of her hand and surrounded Homer's arm. The injury on it was quickly healing. Scarring.

Hemo couldn't help but feel surprised that his hands were warm and no longer hurt at all.

"Is this life magic?"

Eladen looked at Alleria for a while and blinked a few times.

"Yeah. Actually, it doesn't count. This is just a simple use of the wind of life magic."

"What! Alleria, you know magic?! Why didn't you tell me?" Helmer looked at Alleria, his eyes shining.

Alleria was stared directly at by Helmer, and her cheeks turned red.

"You didn't even ask..."

"That's right." Helmer sneered, then held Alleria's slender arm with his right hand, his eyes sincere, "Coach, I want to learn magic!"

Teach...coach? What is this name...

Alleria was confused, but she understood the meaning behind it.

"But I only know life magic..."

"Just learn this, just learn this! Life magic is good, hehe." Hermer's big eyes were full of desire for knowledge.

He finally figured it out, knowing how to beat him was of no use.

To hang out, you need to be able to use magic!

The noble Master is the end of all doors.

Hemo wants to learn life magic?

"But Helmer...you are a dark elf..."

It was unheard of for dark elves to learn life magic.

"This is not a big problem. Just think of me as a high elf." Hemo just didn't let go.

Eladen on the side was dumbfounded.

Not to mention that male druchis rarely learn magic, and they don't know how to learn the life system that is close to nature.

That's the magic played by wood elves and high elves...

She finally understood why Hemer was so different and why she always failed.

A Druchi didn't learn death magic but fell in love with life magic! The mouse has become the cat’s bridesmaid!