Warhammer: Dark Elf

The next day, when Lord Thun's mutilated body was carried out from the ruins, it caused quite a stir within the Joy Sect.

Thune's death shocked countless people. After all, he was one of the most respected lords under Morathi's command. Needless to say, his ability was natural. No one who could climb to the position of fear lord was an easy character to deal with.

After following Morathi for hundreds of years, Thun struggled all the way, stepping on numerous corpses to rise to the top, and stood out from countless ambitious competitors to become the lord of Broken Moon Harbor. However, such a ruthless man actually died in a battle that went smoothly and was no different from a one-sided massacre. It is difficult not to make people doubt whether there is something fishy behind the cause of his death.

Morathi was very angry about this. In order to retaliate against the Desolation defenders, she failed to give timely orders to restrain her looting troops. As a result, half of the entire population of Desolation Fortress died in the rebellion.

A few days later, some keen people reacted and sensed the political significance behind this strange death.

The death of a vested interest will free up many resources. After Thun's death, the Broken Moon Port he occupied inevitably became a big cake that the other lords were jealous of. Everyone talked about it, and finally agreed that among the existing major lords of the Joy Sect, the veteran high-level sorceress test Ervesish, and the newly emerged Lord Hemer are most likely to take over Broken Moon Harbor.

In the Black Court, Morathi ordered his confidant Sabios to investigate the matter thoroughly. For a time, everyone was in danger.

Her originally charming and alluring eyes were now filled with majesty that made people dare not look directly at them. She was examining the many lords who were bowing their heads below. They remained silent and the whole hall fell into dead silence.

The Supreme Queen of Druchi is always aloof, like a flower on a high mountain. She rarely shows strong emotions in front of her subordinates, but once she gets angry, it means someone is about to suffer a big disaster.

Every lord who was watched by the superiors tensed up their nerves and did not dare to breathe, for fear of arousing the queen's suspicion. When their eyes glanced at others, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, Morathi's eyes fell on Hemo's face, revealing a meaningful smile.

Hemo looked as normal, as steady as an old dog, but he was still a little uneasy inside.

He thought that with Morathi's scheming mind, he could probably guess that it was him who did it. However, she would not kill someone useful to her just for a dead piece of trash. Survival of the fittest, the weak bleed, the strong ascend. This is what she taught herself.

Speaking of which, he is still her good apprentice.

"Everyone exit, Helmer stays."

Hearing Morathi's sneer, everyone's hearts trembled, and they all subconsciously turned their gazes to the lord who was standing straight, showing expressions of disbelief.

In the eyes of everyone, Hemer, who started out as a soldier, is definitely an anomaly.

Gentleness, kindness, any trait that has nothing to do with Drucci's character can be found in him.

He cares deeply about his subordinates and demolished the Temple of Cain despite all the pressure. He rarely takes the initiative to capture prisoners or plunder. He is more like an Asur than a Druchi.

Such a person would actually murder Thun, who had never had any grudges?

He really knows people but not their hearts, and I was almost deceived by his appearance. The lords left with their own thoughts.

Hemo was the only one left in the hall, and he bravely met Morathi's gaze.

Without any nonsense, Morathi raised her hand expressionlessly, grabbed Hemo from the air and slammed it against the wall.

Bang! !

The violent crashing sound spread throughout the hall, and even the guards in the corridor could clearly hear it through the wall.

Extreme pain came from all parts of the body, and Hemo's bones were about to fall apart. He stood up in pain, his pupils suddenly shrank, and a long sword expanded rapidly in his eyes.

However, Helmer did not dodge, he knew that he could not escape. He allowed the sharp sword to pierce into the shoulder armor, and was suppressed to the ground without any backhand strength.

Morathi stood up leisurely, walked gracefully to Hemo's side, folded her arms and looked down at him, "Very good, I still underestimated your bottom line, Hemo."

"You are so audacious that you dare to do something under my nose."

Do you really think that everyone is a loser like Thun?

He was still too young to play tricks in front of her.

Hemo collapsed on the ground, his eyes filled with blood.

"I have taught you to learn to do whatever it takes, but you have to understand that what I am willing to give you is yours. If I don't give it to you, you can't take it away!"

Morathi's Elvish language was full of threats, her grammar was rigid, and every word was pronounced with a strong emphasis. She was strong and full of momentum. As she spoke, her slender feet stepped on Hemer's shoulders, twisting them hard.

Helmer's face was as pale as snow, but he refused to scream.

The greater the desire a person has, the greater the endurance.

Helmer warned himself that now was not the time to resist, he must endure.

From the time he planned to attack Thun, he had expected this day.

However, if he had it to do over again, he would still kill Thun without hesitation.

"You'd better do it perfectly and pray that Sabios can't find any clues, otherwise..."

She doesn't need subordinates who can't even do assassination.

Helmer sneered. Except for the fog guards who were loyal to him, no one who witnessed it survived. Moreover, the weapon he used to kill Thun was the same as the weapon used by the defenders of Desolate Fortress. Sabios could only find out if he could make the deceased speak.

After venting her anger, Morathi had the nearly seriously injured Hemer carried away, and after weighing the pros and cons, she let him take over the defense of Broken Moon Port and became the local lord.

At the same time, when the Joy Sect occupied the Desolate Fortress and dealt with internal affairs, a series of changes were also taking place in the entire Kingdom of Nagaros.

The Joyful Cult backstabbed the Desolate defenders, occupied the Desolation Fortress, and expanded their power to the edge of the Doomwood. Aishalian, who was fighting in the Blackridge Mountains, was shocked and hurriedly led his army back to Hagrid's Hall to prevent Morathi from continuing northward. , and at the same time he wrote to the Witch King Malekith to ask for an explanation.

His mother had tricked him again, and the Witch King had a headache. Under a lot of pressure, he could only go through the process and ask Morathi for an explanation.

As expected, the letter fell into disrepair.

Morathi has tricked her son not once or twice. Besides, can the matter between mother and son be called a trick?

The dark elves actually started a fight among themselves, causing all the wood elves to laugh, and Athel Loren was suddenly filled with joy.

As Aixalion withdrew his troops, the leaders of the remaining factions withdrew one after another and returned home, leaving Malus alone.

Without the support of friendly forces, Malus simply took his sister, rode his beloved Malice back to Hagrid Grave, and continued to live happily.

The Witch King's strategic plan failed again, but this was not the first time he failed. Anyway, military operations against Osuun Island failed time and time again, and he did not lose to the Wood Elves.

The poor Witch King is like any weekend primetime cartoon villain, and every expedition ends with the villain yelling "I'll be back!"

However, although the attack on the Witch Grove failed, it was not without gain. At least the wood elves were also severely damaged, and it would be difficult for them to threaten the Kingdom of Nagaroth in a short time. Rounding it all off, we didn’t lose this wave.

At the end of the war, the wood elves were not defeated, the Witch King was not defeated, Morathi won, and only Aishalion suffered a big loss.

Mother and son teamed up to trick their own people.

After stabilizing the situation in Desolate Fortress, Morathi sent Helmer to the Broken Moon Port to take charge.

The first thing Helmer did after arriving was to arrest all the local nobles and sacrifice more than half of them to Matheran, the Lord of the Abyss.

"Lord Hemer, why don't you kill them all? To prevent them from causing trouble." Eladen, who was accompanying him, couldn't help but ask.

Since Thun's power in Broken Moon Port was to be wiped out, why didn't he do everything possible and instead let half of the people go?

Helmer sat on a chair, staring at the blood stains in the courtyard with deep eyes, and said with a half-smile: "Politics is a bloodless war, not a war. Some people will always be trouble if you can't deal with them cleanly. Some people you can deal with If it is too clean, it will cause more trouble. If the killing is too widespread and the force is too tight, some people will jump over the wall in a hurry."

Now the lord of Broken Moon Port has just changed, and people's minds are changing. If he wanted to calm the situation, he only needed to kill the assassins. Killing them any more would be too much.

"That's it." Elladen covered his red lips and couldn't help but smile: "Master Hemer is really getting worse and worse."

"Have it?"

Helmer stroked his chin, thinking back on a series of things he had done recently, and wondering if he had really become bad.