Warhammer: Dark Elf

Since the beginning of winter, the land of Naggaroth has entered a long snow season. The heavy snow is falling all day long, covering the wounds of the earth torn by chaos. There is a vast expanse of white in the wasteland and frozen soil, and the rolling Titan peaks. The crimson color is reflected in the silvery snow. The spiers, streets, and eaves of the city of Druchi are covered with white and soft snowflakes, and they no longer seem so cold and heartless.

Eladen stood up and left the garden. The steady footsteps in the empty corridor and the calm voice of the owner deeply reflected in Helmer's heart, "It's not that no one has banned death at midnight, but the price they paid is unimaginable. Doing so The lord either disappeared out of thin air or was hung on the door of Cain Temple. Even if you can survive, without the Queen's pardon, you are rebelling."

"But if Lord Helmer insists on prohibiting it, I will do my best."

Homer stopped at the garden gate. The vast snow was flying in front of him, repeatedly flooding the world in front of him.

Winning the support of Eladen is very important for his plan. She is not only the strongest sorceress in the army, but also has the highest prestige besides herself. With her joining, at least most of the soldiers in the army can be intimidated.

The last thing Helmer wanted to see was a mutiny in the army. The dark elves always obeyed the orders of their superiors. The possibility of this happening was slim, but once it happened, it could not be undone.

In order to ensure that there would be no mutiny by then, Hemer recruited the third-level officers in the army, Kesir and Anzarez, and informed them of his plan.

Sure enough, as a professional soldier, although Kesir was shocked, he made it clear that he firmly stood on the side of the lord.

Several people gathered in the lord's room to plan how to deal with the approaching midnight of death.

Time gradually passes in this weird daily atmosphere.

Finally, the day of death arrives at midnight.

The once bustling Iron Thorn Town, which was originally bustling with people, suddenly fell into deathly silence.

The deserted streets were deserted, and even the soldiers and guards who usually patrolled were missing.

Every house closed its doors and windows, set nails on the windows, blocked the doors with furniture, and knelt in front of Kane's shrine to pray for God's salvation and mercy.

In such a solemn scene, only the door of the Temple of Cain in the town was open, and there was a bustle of people. Hundreds of Cain brides-witch spirits were sharpening their knives, restlessly waiting for this annual Duru. Cleanup plan.

Once night falls, regardless of race, identity, or status, all creatures seen are souls killed by the sword.

The winter sunset came faster than before, and around six o'clock in the evening, Iron Thorn Town fell into the depths of night. Tiny crystal snowflakes were flying in the air, and people in the main city could hear the screams and grins of the priests and wizards in the Cain Temple in the distance.

The night of killing comes.

Both the dark elf townspeople and the high elf slaves were huddled in their homes, feeling uneasy.

A sound of ferocious laughter broke the silence, and the wizard spirits holding daggers spread towards the city like wolves and tigers.

They screamed and smashed open the door, rushed into the civilians' homes, and dragged the entire family out without explanation. The slaves and their masters were dragged to the streets and killed mercilessly. The excited witch spirits grabbed their bloody heads and used The iron hooks were connected in series and hung on his belt, and his expression became more and more crazy.

The sounds of begging for mercy and wailing intersected irregularly in the night.

Hundreds of innocent townspeople were driven into the Temple of Kane, watching in horror as the priests on the altar praised the greatness of Kane, and used daggers and halberds to take away the lives of acquaintances and sacrifice them to the God of Bloody Hands.

The superior gods they prayed to never reached out to save anyone. On the contrary, they took away countless lives.

The fate of most low-level civilians is to become sacrifices to gain Kane's happiness.

This is why the dark elves are far more likely to die at the hands of their own kind than at the hands of their cousins, the high elves.

...

All the lights in the lord's manor were lit, and the surrounding firelight seemed to ignite thousands of shining lights in a deep blue ocean.

Breathing into the palm of his hand, the fully armed Hemer stood on the arch bridge of the tower of the lord's manor, overlooking the dark army waiting in the courtyard below.

A strong wind mixed with frost and snow blew through the military formation. The crimson color formed by thousands of torches reflected the soldiers' armor, and the bronze-colored firelight reflected on the unusually chiseled faces of the dark elves.

Thousands of dark elf soldiers, led by their respective nobles, stand proudly in the wind and snow, even the deep ice of the humid July day, the terror in the darkness, the bronze statue that cannot be swept away by the desert wind.

In the morning, they were told by their superiors the purpose of gathering tonight, and they all looked towards the tower, hoping to see their lord.

Once the army is sent to suppress Death Midnight, the consequences will be unimaginable. Helmer doesn't know what he will face, but he must do it.

Looking up, you can see the dark mountains all over the world and the star-studded sky. All these have faded into the snow-capped deep blue world, which is exquisite but seems cold and lonely. Only the rapid sound of wind and his own breathing are left on the high tower.

As long as he gives the order, the soldiers below who have been waiting for a long time will go through fire and water for him.

Just as he was thinking this, he felt someone standing behind him and the footsteps were very light.

Dressed in a trench coat, Elladen holds a staff in one hand. She has an extremely cold temperament. Her skin looks too pale under the firelight, and her shiny black hair is covered with white frost. Her voice is as cool as an ice spring: "Lord Hemer, have you thought about it? Once you take action, there is no turning back."

"All residents and slaves in Ironthorn Town are my people, and no one can take their lives in the name of God."

Even if there were 120,000 hesitations and hesitations in his heart, he could not just watch his subjects being dragged to the altar like lambs to be slaughtered. The air suddenly became cold and his fingers were cold. Hemo slowly pulled out the long sword at his waist.

"Have you thought about the price of doing this? By doing this, you are tantamount to challenging the authority of Kane's faith. If you fail to get the pardon from the Queen and the Witch King, it is tantamount to betrayal."

"So, will you support me if I rebel?"

"Yes." Eladen responded without hesitation.

"Why?" Helmer was stunned. He turned his head to look at the sorceress and looked at her silently. He really didn't dare to take it lightly.

Eladen also said casually: "It's good that you want to rebel. It seems that you really listened to what I said to you that day. It's good that life is too boring anyway. You are always under the control of the Queen. Under the circumstances, the constant restraint makes people breathless, and sometimes it is really not as relaxing as a dead person. If you can indulge once before death and do something sensational, this life will not be in vain."

Her words did not arouse Helmer's suspicion, after all, he understood that this was the way she was.

A wanton smile appeared on Hemo's pale lips, "Then let's take a gamble together."

Hemer admitted that he was gambling this time, but after a comprehensive analysis, the probability of being held accountable was not high.

In the entire dark elf kingdom, there are only two people who can hold him accountable.

One is his immediate boss, Morathi.

Morathi stands on the side of the Sect of Joy, which is suppressed by Kane's faith, and believes in Slaanesh. She will probably not get angry no matter how she targets Kane's faith, and will even let her do what she does as if she is watching a show.

The second is the Witch King of the Dark Elves, Malekith.

Malekith had publicly emphasized his displeasure with the excessive killings at Midnight of the Dead, but Kane's faith was the basis of his religious rule, so Helmer was unsure of his attitude. Therefore, whether he is guilty or not depends entirely on the Witch King's thoughts.

In fact, even if the Witch King really wanted to punish himself, Hemo would not have no way out.

He had thought about this a long time ago. First of all, the Witch King himself was far away in Naggarond in the far north, and the Quintex province where he was located was the southernmost territory of the dark elves. The distance between the two was too far. Secondly, The relationship between Morathi and the Witch King has not been repaired. If he wants to send troops to suppress him, he must first get through Morathi. Even if the army reaches Quintex Province, as long as he leads the army into the chaotic Lustria, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, and the orders of the foreign king will be ignored.

Taken together, the most likely possibility is nothing more than a few verbal punishments, not as serious as Eladen said. The reason why she said this was to encourage her to rebel and become independent.

After thinking about the consequences, Helmer finally drew his sword and walked towards the balcony. Thousands of pairs of eyes focused on him. Helmer took two steps forward, stepped into the snow, and raised his sword: "I think you already know why I summoned you at this time. There are only a few people present from Xila Zhuo Tower. Most of the people who came with me are locals from Iron Thorn Town. Have you heard the screams coming from the city?"

"Those witch spirits are killing your family, friends, neighbors, and everyone you know may not survive tonight. I don't know what you are thinking, but I cannot tolerate a group of crazy women on my land. Kill at will. I must make them pay the price, make them unforgettable, and let them remember this day forever!"

It was quiet below. Although many soldiers had moved expressions on their faces, no one stood up and took the lead to express their stance.

The melted snowflakes moistened Helmer's hair and cheeks, and flowed into his eyes. Unable to wipe it with his hands, he said calmly: "I am a member of Druchi and your lord. I am willing to sacrifice my life for this land and anyone on the land. All your actions tonight I will shoulder all the blame, and now, follow me and kill those crazy women!"

Xir and Anzares stood up. They faced the soldiers, drew their swords, and shouted loudly, "Go!"

As the soldiers responded, thousands of soldiers poured out of the lord's manor angrily and rushed towards the chaotic Iron Thorn Town.