Warhammer: Dark Elf

The next day, the army stationed at the Lost Gate set off in two groups; one group was led by Helmer's personal guard captain and pirate leader Nodia to the Broken Moon Port, the largest port in the eastern part of Quintex Province, to regain their old This bank.

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Another group of main forces, led by Hemer himself, went south to Lustria and plundered the southern kingdom's colonial swamp town in the Pahualasha Rainforest.

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Hemer deployed the high elf auxiliary army as the vanguard, and he and the dark elf pro-army dressed as high elf troops followed behind.

He planned to blame the high elves for the attack. Even if Count Helmut discovered that his town had been plundered afterwards, he would not immediately think that it was him who was far away in Quintex Province who did it.

Following the established route on the map, the army marched all the way south. As expected, it was discovered by the local skink veterans who were investigating when passing through Hesiota and reported it to Slan Mazdamudi in the city.

Master Ma listened to the report of the veteran scout and rolled his big bulbous eyes. He instantly understood what bad intentions Hemer had. However, he did not intend to be a mediator. Instead, he dismissed his men in disgust, "Let them go." Well. These young races have squandered the generosity of the Old Saints and will eventually face reckoning. Humans should return to the old world, and elves need to return to the island of Ulsuen. They have all deviated from their original trajectories and violated the big plan. Even death is fate."

In fact, Mazdamudi was equally troubled by the human colonies in the south. At first, Master Ma was meditating in the City of the Sun, but a group of pirates built a small town on the coast. The Skink brought the news to Hethiotar, and while meditating, he directly used a telepathic call to order the Lizardmen Legion to destroy them.

This happened twice in succession, and on the third occasion Mazdamudi opened his eyes for the first time in hundreds of years. He was very unhappy with people running into the yard one after another and stepping on the lawn. This time he directly used an earthquake to destroy the town and the surrounding area.

But the roots of the land were not removed, but spring breezes brought new growth. The southern kingdom of the old world heard that there was a fertile land called Lustria on the other side of the sea, and set off a vigorous sailing wave to colonize the Isthmus of Lustria.

Among them, Count Helmut is the most powerful. He has several mercenary regiments and more elite war dog regiments under his command. With his excellent military strength, he established the Predator Port and Swamp Town, and went on an expedition with the empire further south. The army reached an alliance and further expanded its territory into the depths of the rainforest.

In Hesiota, Master Ma, who is keen on correcting the grand plan, will undoubtedly not be able to stand the creaking human camp in front of his home. If it were not for the constant harassment of the Norscan tribe and the rat people, he would not be able to deal with it. A warm-blooded guy, he had to give Count Helmut some hard work.

At the moment, although Hemo pretended to be a high elf and went to rob, which was a bit despicable and shameless, he happened to hit Master Ma's cool point, so he just let him do what he wanted.

In fact, Master Ma's attitude was also taken into consideration by Hemmer, so he dared to risk being taken back to attack Swamp Town. Although the risk was high, the rewards would be huge as long as he could succeed.

...

In Swamp Town, captain Rohigio stood on the wooden pile wall and looked at the lush rain forest directly in front of him. Thick ink-like shadows were flowing deep in the dense forest, making people feel anxious and uneasy.

The sea breeze carrying the moist water blew from the east across Rohigio's weathered and rosy cheeks. His right eye was hit by a splattered warpstone projectile fragment during a battle with the Skaven and exploded on the spot. , survived a near-death crisis before being snatched away from the hands of Death God Moore by a military doctor, but from then on he could only wear an eyepatch to cover the ferocious hole in his right eye.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, there was a gentle breeze, and the two long feathers of the visor trembled slightly in the wind, just like Rohigio's thoughts.

For some reason, his left eyelid jumped sharply today, which was a very bad omen. Whenever this happened, Rossiggio knew that danger was about to come. Only relying on physical reactions to predict fate would be a foolish person to think so, but he regarded it as a revelation from the gods, because he relied on this instinctive reaction to avoid fatal crises every time.

Looking up and staring at the battle flag of the war goddess Myrmidia fluttering in the wind, Rohigio suddenly recalled his decades of military career.

In the empire, many of the people appointed by the electors to lead the troops are often nobles of the empire. They have received systematic military training since childhood. They are proficient in falconry, swordsmanship, and hunting wild beasts in the jungle, and have extremely high military literacy. Likewise, the Alliance of Southern Kingdoms, a regional power, has a similar military system to the Empire. It's just that most of their officers are soldiers who came up from the bottom.

Rossiggio once marched on his legs and fought with a halberd like all other mercenaries. The status of an officer like him varies, depending on the size of the unit he leads. He may be a captain, marshal, general or commander. Regardless of their status, almost everyone is a veteran who has been on the battlefield and experienced countless battles. They have a deep understanding of military affairs and have spent their lives fighting to protect the country.

Rohigio was loyal to Earl Helmut of the Principality of Tilea. He followed the Earl on his expeditions from north to south since he was a soldier. He fought hundreds of battles, large and small, and had countless brushes with death.

In the north of the principality, he led the Skaven's dimensional flamethrowers; on the narrow plains between the eastern mountains, he resisted the high-speed charge of hundreds of border princes' harness-like plate-armored knights; on the vast ocean with turbulent waves Had a follow-up battle with the undead fleet; had several battles with the indigenous lizard people of the New World.

It can be said that his life was rough and difficult, but what he experienced and witnessed were heights that many people cannot reach in their lifetime.

Holding a halberd in his hand, Rohigio stood at the top of the wooden wall city, his eyes blurred and deep. Behind him were thousands of households and fireworks in the world.

There is a popular proverb among Tilean folk: the worst mistake is better than ambiguity, and Rohigio knows this well.

Two hours ago, he had reported his Uneasy Forecast scouts to Count Helmut in the Reaver Port, hoping to receive military support.

The silent night was slowly covering the rain forest, and Rohigio's mood sank a little bit. He personally came to patrol with a halberd to ensure that no accidents would happen tonight.

However, as expected, the accident happened.

The arrows all over the sky were like July fire streaking across the night sky with dazzling tracks, pouring down like heavy rain, instantly igniting Rossiggio's world.

Countless black shadows suddenly emerged from the forest like a tide, filling his vision.

"I knew it!" Rossigio's pupils shrank suddenly and his heart beat violently. He hurriedly dispatched and organized manpower to defend the wooden wall.

Fortunately, due to his previous warning measures, all the 800 defenders who were waiting for danger soon went into battle.

At the same time, the residents of Swamp Town woke up from their sleep to the sound of sirens and suddenly found that their homes had turned into a sea of ​​​​fire. They brought seawater from the nearest place and began to extinguish the flames.

But countless arrows fell from the sky again, and many citizens fell into a pool of blood before they had time to escape.

For a moment, wails, screams, and the sound of wood creaking in the flames broke the quiet night.

As darkness fell, it was not until the incoming army was less than a few dozen meters away from his side that Rohigio could see clearly who the opposite army was.

"It's a high elf!" sharp-eyed soldiers began to shout.

"Why did the high elves suddenly attack us?" Not only Rohigio, but everyone present was confused at the same time.

They have never had any enmity with the high elves, and many high elves even serve in the mercenary legions. On the surface, the relationship is not rigid. Logically speaking, it is impossible for the high elves to attack them.

But suddenly so many high elves appeared, which undoubtedly made everyone panic and confused.

Fortunately, Rossiggio reacted and hurriedly directed the soldiers to pick up their weapons and get into position to defend themselves against the enemy.

Suddenly, his eyelids twitched again.

Rohigio was stunned on the spot, and was stunned for a moment. When he turned around, a barbed arrow shot from a distance with lightning speed, hitting him accurately between the eyebrows.

Rohigio screamed and fell from the city wall, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Without a commander and countless enemies in front of them, the mercenaries in a hurry fought on their own, and were soon surrounded and fell into despair.

In less than a few minutes, the gate of Swamp Town was broken through by a battering ram, and the elves' army surged in and mercilessly ravaged the human colony.

Behind the army, Hemo, wearing casual clothes, slowly walked towards Swamp Town.

The streets of the noisy Swamp Town were filled with blazing flames, and the crimson fire reflected half of the sky.

As the smoke filled the air, the sounds of collapses occurred one after another.

Helmer suddenly smiled, his smile was bleak.

It's both self-deprecating and shameful.

A few months ago, he was devastated by the tragedy in Anaheim, but now he was responsible for another atrocity.

The boy who slays the dragon eventually becomes a dragon.

Now that I have fallen into the quagmire, what can I do if I sink a little deeper?

He raised his hand to summon the messengers and ordered coldly, "No human beings who take up arms to resist will be spared."

The shadow of death filled the night, and the ruthless elves swept through the colony like wolves, immersed in killing and plundering.

Helmer's face reflected the firelight as he walked into the hell he had created.

The brutal killing continued until midnight. Of the eight hundred mercenaries, less than two hundred survived, and the remaining townspeople suffered numerous casualties.

Until the entire Swamp Town was burned to the ground, a large number of gold coins were carried in boxes and boxes in front of Helmer, as well as nearly 4,000 men, women, and children who looked frightened and were shackled.

He casually stepped on a battle flag with Myrmidia painted on it into the mud, waved expressionlessly, and returned to the Lost Gate with the plundering army.

Behind them was the waste of hell, with houses still crumbling and fires burning all night long.

In the early morning of the next day, when Count Helmut hurriedly arrived with his army, what appeared in front of everyone was a lifeless ruins.

His most trusted captain, Rosiggio, was nailed to the wooden wall, his legs swaying in the sea breeze.

Sadness was evident on every soldier's face.

The earl dismounted, picked up a Myrmidian flag that had fallen into a mud puddle on the ground, gently wiped off the ashes on it, and handed it to the accompanying bodyguards.

He took off his frog-faced helmet and glanced over the ruins with extremely sad eyes, as if he had aged dozens of years.

A child who was only a few years old escaped by hiding in a bucket. When he saw the figure of the earl, he stumbled to the earl, knelt down and cried loudly.

Count Helmut lifted up the child whose face was covered with dirt. Veins popped up on his forehead and his eyes were almost crazy. However, he still tried his best to endure it and asked softly, "Child, tell me who did it! I will make them pay for their blood." Pay with blood!"

"It's the elves... Sir, the high elves attacked our camp." The child choked and said intermittently, "Last night, countless high elves suddenly came and killed them. Lord Rohigio... father... mother , not a single one... survived.”

"Damn it!" Helmut pulled out his sword and thrust it into the ground.

Thousands of mercenaries had bloodshot eyes, and they all grasped their weapons tightly, eager to find those despicable attackers and execute them now.