Warhammer: Dark Elf

In the six days after the capture of Anaheim, the Dark Elf army looted and looted money during the day, and sang and applauded for love every night.

For the high elf natives, Anaheim is better than hell on earth, but for the dark elves, it is a paradise for pleasure.

On the earth that is about to be corrupted by Chaos, pain and joy are intertwined, giving birth to the bitter fruits of all kinds of sins.

Frustrated, Helmer led his subordinates to occupy a luxurious and quiet courtyard. The entire courtyard occupies an extremely large area and is well decorated with pavilions, water pavilions, and exotic flowers and plants everywhere.

I guess the original owner was a respectable aristocrat in Anaheim and quite enjoyed life, but I don't know which grave he is lying on now and whether there are mushrooms growing on his body.

Satisfied with this place, Hemo moved his headquarters over, planning to stay here for a while. After Aunt Mo finished handling Anaheim's military affairs, he would return to Iron Thorn Town with his people.

After all, he won the city and didn't know his own. He was always working for Aunt Mo.

If Hemer's mentality had been followed earlier, his ultimate goal was to become a prince and follow Aunt Mo to fight everywhere. Maybe if he worked harder, he could make Malekith happy to have a new father.

But in the past few days, he has been thinking back and forth about Eladen's words. If he wants to change the status quo, he must have strong power.

A man born in heaven and earth, how can he live in a state of depression for a long time? How can you be as comfortable as someone's master when you are a subject?

The lord is no longer Hemo's ultimate goal, because a seed called ambition has quietly taken root deep in Hemo's heart.

Now that he has come to the Warhammer World, he will climb up step by step and become the highest Phoenix King.

Of course, just think about it now. If his ambitions were exposed, not to mention that Malekith, the strongest of the Dark Elves, would easily kill him, and the other faction leaders would all be useless.

If Hemo wants to rise to the top, he still needs to continue to sharpen his minions and wait for opportunities.

After all, Druzi's society was one where the strong came to power. The reason why Malekith's rule was stable was not only his natural aristocratic bloodline, but also his unrivaled strength. Unlike the human-dominated Empire and Bretonnia, having aristocratic blood already set you apart from others.

In the afternoon, Hemo was lying on the soft sofa, playing with a repeating crossbow, and messing up the oil paintings and decorative vases on the wall without interest.

"You guys, Alleria and Alleyn, the little bastards, just let me play cards because I'm so angry. Eladen even led people to rob. Life is so boring."

Hemoguo lay there, staring at the ceiling aimlessly, and remained so decadent for a few days, until Aunt Mo finally ordered the army to stop the looting. After all, what she wanted was a colonial port that could provide a steady stream of supplies, not a useless dead city.

The teams returned to camp, and Hemer finally had time to gather his troops and count the casualties.

"643 people were killed, 56 were seriously injured, 142 were slightly injured, and 17 were missing, for a total of 858 casualties."

Hemer took the statistical table handed over by Anzarez and looked at it with displeasure.

He only brought out more than a thousand people together, and the number of people killed in battle exceeded six levels. My underwear was all stripped off.

"I was still thinking about having a fight with the Skaven, but now I think it would be nice to be able to defend Ironthorn Town, hey."

At this time, a scout came to report: "Sir, the trophies given by the Queen have arrived and are waiting for your review in the square."

Carrying the spoils together, Hemer immediately became energetic and walked out of the hall with Anzarez and others.

After seizing the city, Morathi fulfilled her promise to the lords and not only allowed all parties to plunder, but also gave a large amount of money and slaves.

More than 300 soldiers in the square were smiling happily, and all of them were extremely rich.

In front of them, there were dozens of large wooden boxes filled with gold coins, and more than two thousand high elf slaves with fear in their eyes kneeling on the ground, waiting anxiously for their new masters.

Seeing Hemo striding out, the soldiers immediately calmed down and held their heads high.

The slaves lowered their heads one after another, lest they be noticed by the fear lord.

"Hello, comrades." Hemo came to the high platform, raised his hand to say hello, and then his eyes fell on several rows of large wooden boxes placed under the high platform.

Hemo had someone lift it up and lift the lid. He was instantly dazzled by the bright yellow gold, and his blue pupils were filled with golden light.

"Ah... Anzarez, how much is in one wooden box?" Hermer's cheeks were hot and his heart was pounding.

He casually grabbed a handful of gold coins, and the ecstasy almost made Helmer fly into the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

"Each box contains at least a thousand gold coins, sir. There are fifty boxes in total. In addition to the other valuables worth 20,000 gold coins, there are more than 2,000 young slaves."

Fifty boxes? That’s fifty thousand gold coins!

Plus two thousand slaves? !

Humer swallowed, stood up slowly, his eyes fell on the other gold coin boxes and the frightened slaves, and his body twitched, "What a sin!"

The loot captured from this siege is much greater than what you can earn from just one robbery in the game.

I don’t want to launch an army to plunder, but it gives too much.

slave? troops!

Hemo looked at the high elves kneeling below with hot eyes. There were so many handsome men and beautiful girls, and any one of them looked like a supermodel.

slave? troops! Wouldn't it be a waste of resources if we didn't serve him on the battlefield?

A total of two thousand people, compared to how many people there were in Iron Thorn Town. Counting the nobles, there were only less than four thousand people. There were two thousand high elf slaves in front of him alone. The fighting power of the high elves is no weaker than that of the dark elves. If these slaves can be trained, they will be a large army.

"Anzarez, take good care of these slaves. I will be of great use. If they die, I will blame you." Helmer patted Anzarez's breastplate, thought for a while and added: "Take care of them." Brother birds, don’t bother them, do you understand?”

bird?

After all, the straight man Anzares is no more sensible than the sullen man Keshir. It took him a long time to understand what Hemo meant. He blushed and scratched his head, "No problem, sir."

"By the way, sir, my subordinates have found the soldier you asked me to check last time."

"Found it?" Hemo nodded and said solemnly: "After returning to Iron Thorn Town, I took out 300 gold coins to appease his family."

"Three hundred gold coins?! Sir, you want to use 300 gold coins to appease a lower-level soldier?!" Anzarez said in surprise.

Anzarez's reaction was loud, and many of the soldiers below heard his voice.

"What? Is it less?" Hemo pondered. That's right. He died blocking the knife for himself, leaving his life here. He can easily give out three hundred gold coins now. Is it possible to exchange for the other party's life?

"Let's add 300 more."

"That's not what I mean. Sir, what I mean is, wouldn't three hundred gold coins be a bit too much?"

"Not much." Helmer waved his hand, then looked at the soldiers below and said loudly: "Not just him, all the families of those who died in this battle will receive subsidies. I will give out 20,000 gold coins alone. Come as a family allowance to make sure every family is heard.”

The soldiers all raised their heads and stared at Helmer, their eyes filled with astonishment.

No lord has ever treated his subordinates like this. In the eyes of the nobles, soldiers are just stepping stones to a higher position, and their lives can be squandered at will.

But Helmer was willing to spend nearly half of the loot to appease the families of the fallen soldiers...

At this moment, everyone was more confused and confused than moved, so that for the first time, the entire square was silent.

Hemo on the high platform smiled and said, "You are my soldiers, not tools. I have an obligation to bring you back alive, and I also have an obligation to take responsibility for your death. Although twenty thousand gold coins are a lot, in the end it is If we don’t take back the lives of those brothers who died in the war, let’s just talk about comforting them.”

At this moment, the soldiers came back to their senses and saw the lord's forced smile and the loss in his eyes.

Thinking again about the brothers who fought side by side with him before, they are gone now.

Many people felt sour and moved by the lord's words.

Seeing this scene, Hemo was relieved a lot, because the effect he wanted was achieved.

The society of the dark elves relies on the laws of the jungle, which is too cruel. There is a lack of emotional bonds between people, and they only live for their own interests.

The lords often use racial hatred as the reason for driving the army and profit as the bait. Such an army does not have the slightest belief. How much fighting power it can burst out depends on how big the pie the lord draws is. Once the battlefield goes against the wind, the defeat is often out of control.

If Helmer wants to change all this, he must first slowly change his troops, subtly changing their thinking, and making them realize that besides money and hatred, there are also feelings.

Just when Helmer asked his men to move the gold coin box into the vault, a scout riding a dark horse came to the square and asked to see him.

Hemo summoned the other party, but he didn't expect that the scout also drove over fifty cold lizards.

These majestic big guys made the slaves tremble with fear as soon as they entered the square.

They had seen many scenes of cold lizards eating people, which was simply too horrible to watch.

"What does this mean?" Hemo was confused.

"Lord Hemer, the Queen ordered her subordinates to bring fifty cold lizards and deliver them to you. At the same time, she allowed you to form your own cold lizard cavalry unit."

Cold Lizard Knight? !

Noble knight grandpa!

Helmer misses the precious cavalry all the time!

Helmer's eyes immediately changed when he looked at the cold lizards. These were all treasures.

Cold Lizard Knights, Cold Lizard Dread Knights, and Cold Lizard Chariots are the elites of the Dark Elf army.

Nowadays, the only three low-level legions that Hemo can use are Dread Spearmen, Gloomy Swordsmen, and Black Sharp Crossbowmen. If they can build a group of Cold Lizard Knight troops, it will definitely be a huge enhancement.

He immediately accepted the batch of cold lizards with a smile, and then gave the messenger a bag of gold coins to return to Aunt Mo to express his gratitude.

"Anzarez, what did you see?" Helmer pointed at the restless cold lizards and grinned.

"Sir, fifty cold lizards."

"Nonsense." Helmer shook his head and said inscrutably, "It's not just that. Two are born, two beget three, three beget everything. What I see is not fifty cold lizards, but countless cold lizard knights."

"We have to find an opportunity to popularize the traditional arts of our Happy Sect for these big guys."

"First pull down these cold lizards, no, these men, and serve them well."

Anzarez nodded, and just as he was about to lead someone to take the cold lizard away, Helmer came over and whispered in his ear: "Feed more aphrodisiacs in their food. We in the Joy Sect are not short of this." You should eat three meals a day."

Anzarez: ....

He didn't expect that Hemo, who was usually such a serious person, wouldn't even attend the applause for love meeting, and he didn't expect that he would be so concerned about Lenglili's livelihood.

Complaints were made, but he still remembered Hemo's order.

A few days later, Morathi finished handling the military affairs and ordered the lords to lead their troops back to their bases, while she stayed in Anaheim to prevent the Shadow King from coming back.

Now that the high elves have been driven out of Naggaroth, the biggest threat is the Skaven and Lizardmen in the southern Lustria region.

Aunt Mo's Quintex province happens to border both sides, so it is not appropriate to keep the army on the eastern front for a long time.

After receiving the order to return to the station, Helmer returned home as fast as he could. He first collected his corpses and cremated them, collected his ashes and put them in boxes, and then led his army to leave Anaheim with them and the loot.

On the vast plain, Helmer was riding on the back of a dark horse, looking back at Anaheim under the setting sun, and suddenly smiled.

Alleria who was accompanying her was puzzled, "What's wrong, Hermer?"

Helmer smiled and said: "In the Morathi army, I am a bird in a cage and a fish in a net. But as long as I return to Iron Thorn Town, this journey is like a fish entering the sea and a bird climbing into the sky. I am no longer fettered by the cage net. !”

He is about to start implementing his expansion plan.