Warhammer: Dark Elf

That night, Helmer received a spiritual call from Radley: Come to the temple at 12 o'clock and see you there.

When he woke up from his sleep, he rubbed his sleepy eyes and wondered in his heart whether he could finish what he wanted to say directly in his dream. It would have to be more ritualistic and disturb people's dreams.

He turned his head, and his still somewhat confused eyes fell on the face of the sleeping Alleria. She was sleeping peacefully, nestled quietly in the quilt. Her long golden hair flowed from the pillow to her waist like water. She was beautiful and beautiful. Clever.

Helmer ruffled her hair, got up quietly, put on his armor and left the bedroom.

It was late at night, and the lights in the entire corridor were turned off. Only the decorative crystals were still giving off a dim light. The old butler Melson and the others had gone to bed long ago, so apart from the guards standing guard along the way, Hemer didn't see him. to a few figures.

The bright moonlight fell on the balcony of the tower. He saw Eladen leaning on the fence alone, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a glass of blood-colored wine. The wind blowing in the evening was mixed with the constant shearing rain, giving it a chill. The lace on the cuffs of her trench coat swayed.

Seeing Hemo coming over to play, Eladen raised his wine glass towards him, took a sip, and then glanced down with his curvy chin, revealing a seductive smile.

He looked down the direction, and under the slanting mist, Alleyn was holding an extremely long high elf sword and slashing at the wooden pile. Sweat and rain flowed together, making me feel wet and miserable.

"With all this hard work, does this kid want to become the Sword Master of Hoss?" Hemo shouted downwards, "Hey, little Yakuza."

Alleyne raised his head and looked towards the high platform.

"Go back to your room quickly, or you'll catch a cold."

Alleyn glared at Helmer and continued to slash the weapon stubbornly.

Hey, this little thing. Hemo was about to go down and deal with him, but after thinking about it, he decided not to do it.

A high elf wouldn't get sick that easily. Since my little brother likes to roll, let him roll.

Hemer walked down the stairs and saw Kesir, the guard, guarding the door. He was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed and playing with a dagger.

"Sir." Keshil stood up quickly and saluted respectfully, "Is there anything wrong with you getting up so late?"

Hemo nodded, "Let's go to the temple with me."

Hearing this, Kesir took an umbrella and opened it for Hemo.

The two walked out of the manor, the cold wind blowing in front of them penetrated into the gaps in the armor, and the greaves stepped on the rain, causing tiny splashes of water.

Quickly walking through the streets and arriving at Radlili's temple, Hemo asked Kesir to wait in the corridor, then opened the door and walked into the hall.

Hundreds of burning candles were placed on both sides of the hall, and a life-size statue of Radlili stood on the central shrine. Hemo walked in the empty hall and saw his own shadow on the pure white ground. Finally, he stopped in front of the stone statue, drew his sword and knelt down on one knee, staring intently at the front of his greaves, which had water droplets on it.

After a while, the dim smoke from the candlelight became thicker and thicker, slowly covering the entire hall. Radlili's illusory figure floated in front of the stone statue, shrouded in mist, making it difficult to see its specific appearance.

Radlili wore a green robe decorated with gold threads. Her long silver-white hair was spread freely, and two iris-style gold rims extended from her cheeks to her flawless forehead, forming a corolla with a flower in the center. Cyan teardrop gem.

The cold breath all over her body made her hazy and gorgeous face under the veil unrealistically beautiful. A pair of eyes full of divinity quietly examined the dark elf kneeling in front of her.

"Raise your head, my loyal believer." A Sanskrit sound like coming from nothingness swayed softly in the hall.

Helmer slowly raised his head, and through the gathering white mist, he looked into those slightly narrowed blue pupils.

Even though he was mentally prepared, a look of surprise could not help but appear in his indifferent eyes.

At this moment, Helmer couldn't help but think that it wouldn't matter even if the goddess opposite was Lilith's vest.

"I'm curious, why would a dark elf give up his faith in Kane and seek my asylum?"

Helmer lowered his eyes and said, "My God, a person cannot choose his origin, but he can choose his belief. For the sake of my people, I beg for your mercy and bathe in your grace. I am willing to follow integrity and beauty forever. My majestic, holy and invincible God.”

Licking, just licking.

Radlili was noncommittal on the surface, but was very satisfied with Hemmer's response on the inside.

In addition, the temple he built for himself is more luxurious than the main temple in Taal City, which shows his sincerity.

Worthy of training to be a licker... chosen by God.

"Before this, I had never set my sights on this decayed land, but you and your subjects have proven that even in the darkest places there are people who want the light."

"The time has come for me to extend my bounty to Naggaroth. But the road to truth is hard, especially in the Corrupted Barrens. Mortal, I need you to prove your ability and earn your place as my chosen champion. .”

God's chosen champion!

Radlili directly drew a big pie for herself, using the skillful training method of dog licking.

Helmer responded in an unassuming way, "I will do everything in my power to earn your approval."

"I hope so." Radley nodded slightly.

The pie was finished, and people's hearts were won over, so she was about to quit Hemo.

Suddenly, the mortal in front of her stopped her.

"My god..."

"what's up?"

Helmer bit his lip, hesitated for two or three breaths, and finally gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice, "Are you the God of Dreams...?"

There was no way, this question was rubbing his chest like a cat's paw, scratching his heart carelessly.

According to Lilith's performance at the final moment, she will definitely tell herself the answer... right?

Hundreds of candlelights raised a swirling white mist, surrounding the silent hall.

Under the dim firelight, Radlili's face was reflected beyond reality. She looked down at Hemo in silence, her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes were unclear.

Two crystal drops of water rolled down Hemo's white hair on his temples. He didn't know whether it was cold sweat or rain.

He was now too embarrassed to look up to see Radley's reaction.

Isn't it true that Lilith is playing a trumpet to trick people?

After a while, he heard Radley's clear voice, "Why do you think I am her?"

The pressure is on Hemmer's side.

Pull!

"I have heard this unrealistic speculation from others, but I firmly believe that my God is definitely not like this. Next time I hear someone spreading rumors about you, I will definitely punish you on the spot."

Just when Helmer was about to continue speaking righteously, Radlily spoke.

"I'm not her."

I believe you, the god of trouble is very evil.

Although Radlili personally denied it, Hemer did not blindly believe it. Instead, he continued to hold a certain amount of suspicion and hid it deeply, planning to slowly trick her into telling her later.

"Now, step back."

"My god..."

Anything else? There is no end. Radlily clenched her fist quietly. If Hemo said something too much to her again, she would beat this idiot who dared to blaspheme her to the ground.

Fortunately she held back. After all, it’s not good to scare others when you just take in a younger brother.

"Go ahead."

"Well...my god, do you need me to select a group of elite warriors and let them guard your noble divine court...Do you think you need to provide them with a little...little help?"

Helmer rubbed his hands and showed a philistine smile.

Other gods will give blessings to their believers and create superhuman troops, such as the Knights of the Sun of Mirmedia, the White Wolf Knights of the White Wolf God Yurik, and the Holy Grail Knights of the Lady of the Lake, etc., all of them are A tough guy who can take a bullet in his face.

What's more, Radlili has a precedent of organizing a group of Mist Walker legions for Elsharion, so we can't favor one over the other.

Radlily knew what little thoughts he was harboring as soon as he saw Hemer's cunning smile.

Isn't it a blessing?

"As you wish. Bring one hundred and fifty people to my altar tomorrow, and I will provide them with blessings." After saying that, Radlily's figure disappeared into the mist, and then the smoke gradually dissipated.

Helmer almost screamed with excitement, finally having a group of top Warhammer soldiers.

Without further ado, Helmer immediately returned to the Lord's Manor with Ke'sir, wrote a letter to recall Anzares and sent it to the Lost Gate overnight, and he must return before tomorrow evening.

The next day, Hemer, who had not slept all night, got up and drew up a list of trustworthy cronies. Then he went to the army to find some muscular men, bought a wave of people's hearts, and filled in their names after reviewing them one by one. I went up and confirmed my qualifications.

It wasn't until the afternoon that Anzarez rushed to Iron Thorn Town at full speed. As soon as he took a breath and said hello to his old friend Keshir, he was summoned to the manor courtyard by the scout sent by the lord.

More than a hundred dark elf warriors, including Alleyn, lined up neatly and majesticly.

Everyone knew that this was Radlili's blessing, and everyone was gearing up and excited.

In order to build this group of his own direct lineage soldiers, Hemer did not hesitate to spend a lot of money and purchased a batch of top-notch dark elf heavy halberds and battle armor directly from the ancient city of Quintex to equip these people, hoping that they would be comparable to the high elf Phoenix King Guards. The elite among them, the Flame Guardian, no matter how bad they are, they have to compete with the Witch King's Black Guard of Nagarond.

Quickly asking Anzarez and Xir to change their equipment, Hemer led them to Radlili's aerial altar.

Countless onlookers came to join in the fun and witness this promotion ceremony.

A beam of divine light fell from the sky, triggering waves of cheers.

While Helmer was excitedly feeling his strength increase, he also noticed the new unit panel popping up in the interface.

Dawn and Dusk Mist Guard

Halberd infantry.

Health: 7500

Armor Strength: 90

Leadership: 100

Movement speed: 40

Melee Attack: 46

Melee Defense: 60

Weapon Power: 35

Charge Bonus: 10

Features: Equipped with heavy armor

Armor-piercing damage

Counter large forces

never defeated

rad lily mark

The first three features were seen many times by Hermer, but they did not attract his attention. Until the fourth feature started, he couldn't stand it any longer.

That is noble and never defeated!

Even if they fight to the last man, the heroic army will not be defeated.

Let’s look at the fifth feature, Radlily’s mark: Dark warriors carrying the mark of Radlili, the God of Mist, will call in the fog when they suffer a long-range attack, which greatly improves their long-range defense capabilities and increases their own movement speed.

The lower the health of the unit, the stronger the effect.

"Morning and Dusk Fog Wei Saigao!!"

"Rad Lily, you are my god!"

If he hadn't seen so many people around him, Hemo would have really wanted to let himself go.

Although the attributes of this group of personal guards are slightly lower than Hemer expected, with the attributes of never being defeated and being able to resist long-range abilities, they can definitely be regarded as top-notch units.