Warhammer: Dark Elf

In the afternoon, Hemmer, who was boarding a battleship for the first time, was lying on the big bed in the captain's cabin. He was tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. Instead, he was dizzy from being shaken by the constant rocking of the ship's hull. He simply got up, put on his armor and walked to the deck.

On the deck of the main ship, the crew members performing their respective duties saluted Hemer and then performed their duties.

The warm sunlight shines lightly on the calm sea through the thin clouds, coating it with a hazy light gold. He Mo stood quietly on the side of the ship and listened to the sound of the waves. There were two people in the wide field of vision. White seabirds flew over and hung on the sea to play, but the water dyed their feathers golden.

A huge sea dragon jumped out of the sea, making a whining sound like a giant whale, and then suddenly plunged into the water. Youlan's body threw a beautiful arc in the air, and the water droplets splashed down into stars.

The surrounding crew members were not surprised, but Hemer was shocked.

This uniquely gentle giant always resonates with those who see it for the first time.

"I thought they had been killed and extinct." At some point, Elladen stood next to Helmer. She raised her hand to block the bursting sunlight, and her dark pupils were as cold as the ghosts leaking from the clouds. Light.

After she said this, she happened to catch Hemo's eyes and explained: "The sea dragon's skin feels very soft to the touch. If I had to describe it, it's probably as soft as the silk passed down from the Cathay Empire." I can’t put it down, but sea dragon skin has stronger toughness and can effectively offset the impact of bows and arrows, so pirates like cloaks made of sea dragon skin.”

"Sea dragons were quite common in the past, but after the pirates hunted them, they are now rare. Maybe beautiful things will always make people miss them. If you don't have power, sooner or later they will fall into the hands of others."

Eladen smiled slightly and said, "The older generation of pirates often say that encountering a sea dragon will bring good luck. It seems that we are very lucky."

"I hope so. I just hope that I can get ashore soon." Hemo slowly exhaled a breath.

However, the comfortable sea breeze blowing on his face made him sober up a lot from his sleepiness in the past few days.

Then, he suddenly thought of a question.

The Lady of the Lake that Bretonnia believes in is the vest of Lilith. As an elf god, it is not easy for her to show up often. Faced with the clues being picked up by the stupid knights, in order to better contact the believers, she will choose a mortal woman to be her fan group administrator, Bretonnian nobles said She is the goddess of the lake. The Lady of the Lake has supreme power in the kingdom and now lives in the castle tower of Carcassonne.

When he went to grab Carcassonne, didn't he just grab Lilith's head?

Although Helmer still doesn't understand whether Rad Lily is another vest of Lilith.

If so, wouldn't this wave of water wash away the Dragon King Temple?

He wanted to rob something belonging to his own god's believers... Suddenly, Hemo's brows furrowed.

"What's wrong, sir?" Eladen next to him noticed Helmer's unusual expression and couldn't help but ask.

I saw Hemo let out a long breath and expressed the tangle in his heart.

Eladen put one hand in the pocket of her windbreaker and reached out of the fence with the other hand, as if touching the flowing sea breeze. She smiled and said: "I thought it was something troublesome, but it turned out to be this. Want me He said, Mr. Hemo is here to rob Lilith’s followers, so what does he care about Lilith?”

yes! A word to wake up the dreamer.

Hemo suddenly realized that he was robbing Lilith's followers, not Rad Lily's followers. What did Rad Lilly do?

Thinking of this, Hemo was instantly relieved.

Radlily:?

While the two were talking, a cloud of lead suddenly appeared on the sea level in the distance. It was like ink dots accidentally touched by someone and scattered on the pale golden scroll. It was extremely abrupt.

"Is that...?" The sharp-eyed crew members noticed the lead-colored clouds getting closer and closer, and suddenly cried out in horror, "It's a storm at sea!"

The first mate hurried to the cabin with a monocular in his hand, pushed the helmsman away, and turned the rudder without hesitation.

Nautia, who was still resting, heard the commotion on the plywood, quickly walked out of the captain's room, and calmly directed the fleet to turn.

"The entire ship turns its bow 60 degrees to the right!"

Looking around in confusion, he spotted Helmer and Eladen on the side of the ship.

"Two adults, please go into the cabin and rest first. I will take care of the rest."

"Okay, please." Hemer nodded, picked up the sighing Eladen and quickly returned to the cabin. He heard the latter muttering in disappointment, "A bunch of liars, didn't they say there would be good luck?"

Ten minutes later, the ship began to shake violently.

Hearing the noise outside, Hemo felt uneasy.

On the other hand, Eladen stumbled to find the red wine next to him and poured himself a glass. Seeing that Hermer's face was ashen, he comforted him openly, "Okay, Lord Hermer. The big wave can't run away, but the small wave doesn't have to run away."

After saying that, she drank the wine in one gulp and groped her way to bed to sleep.

Hemo couldn't help but smile bitterly. He was able to fall asleep at this time, and his heart was big enough.

He stayed in the cabin, waiting for the storm to pass.

...

Due to unforeseen circumstances, Hemmer's fleet was involved in a sudden storm at sea. The two battleships and more than a hundred soldiers on board were all buried under the sea. The surviving ships barely sailed out of the storm under the command of Nautia. center, but also unknowingly deviated from the established route.

At noon a few days later, the continental plate slowly came into view. Hemer and others finally found a relatively secluded bay to dock, but they were dumbfounded when they opened the map.

"Where is this?" Hemer stepped off the splint and stepped on the soft sand. He held a map in his hand and looked up at the unfamiliar environment around him in confusion.

"Notia!"

"Sir, I'm here." Nautia, who looked tired and had bloodshot pupils, was directing the other battleships to find their positions and anchor. When he heard the call, he handed over the work to the first mate Vischi and trotted to Hemer's side.

"Pick two agile experts, go grab some locals nearby and ask where this is."

"Yes, sir." Nautia immediately selected two trustworthy scouts to catch the tongue.

Everyone gathered outside the jungle not far from the beach to count the casualties.

An hour later, the two scouts hurried back to the coast to report to Hemer.

"Sir, we asked the farmers in the nearby rice fields. They said that this is the Principality of Borodel. On the plain about one kilometer in front of us, there is a village named Bodelius, which belongs to Yaro. Earl of Yis.

"The Principality of Borodel? I remember the Grand Duke's name is...Duke Alberic?" Eladen thought.

"I'll go, Aquatic King...". Helmer immediately became alert.

He originally wanted to rob Carcassonne, but unexpectedly he accidentally entered the territory of the Duke of Borodel, the "King of Fisheries" Duke Alberic.

However, let's make peace with it.

Helmer thought about it, who should he rob?

Following the old rules, he asked his men to take out the equipment they had prepared long ago, pretend to be high elves, and slowly move towards the plains in the distance.

Bodlyuks is located on an impact plain downstream of a river. It has fertile land and rich aquatic products. It is a beautiful small village. It does not have luxurious classical buildings or glittering knights, but it has a vibrant relaxed atmosphere and rural feelings. , still refreshing.

Passing a mountain road, on the other side of the mountain stands the castle of Count Alois, a glorious Knight of the Holy Grail and the owner of the village of Bodelix.

After some disguise, Helmer and his men, who were dressed as high elves, stood on a high hill and looked at the endless rice fields in the distance. The years were quiet, the villages full of human life and the solemn castle on the mountain suddenly had other ideas.

It is better to capture one noble than to capture a hundred old farmers, and it is better to capture one Holy Grail Knight than to capture one hundred nobles.

Give him a hard time.

"Naudia, send some people to harass that village. Don't have too many people, just a few dozen people are enough. If you see someone running away, don't worry about it."

The generals were puzzled. Eladen thought thoughtfully, "What does Lord Helmer mean?"

"I want to capture that Count Alois."

Pull him in front of Radley and see how she reacts.

Then sell it and make a big profit, or give it to Morathi are both good options.

Catch the Holy Grail Knight?

Everyone was excitedly gearing up and listening to Hemo's plan.

Not long after, dozens of soldiers entered Bodeliux, killed the village's police chief, and then killed everyone they saw, causing chaos.

The local guards were no match and hurriedly sent people on horses to report to Count Ireros in the castle.

At the mountain road, Helmer, who was lurking in the bushes, was directing the soldiers to lay traps. When he saw a horse galloping towards the distant castle below, he couldn't help but sneer.

About forty minutes later, Count Alois led more than a dozen kingdom knights, thirty chivalrous knights, and more than sixty urgently summoned servants to ride on war horses and rush to Bodryux in a simple and simple way. .

His son, Viscount Alois Jr., also accompanied him.

The scenery on both sides kept changing. Count Alois recalled the messenger's description and became more and more confused.

Aren't the high elves far away on the island of Ulsuen, and although the relationship with them in Bretonnia is not particularly friendly, they will not send troops to plunder them.

The earl guessed that these were probably a group of broken soldiers who came from nowhere, and it would be enough to kill a few people to intimidate them.

However, he didn't expect that what was waiting for their group was a large knitted net, just waiting for his big fish to appear.

The night is like a huge piece of velvet, slowly wrapping the land of Bretonnia.

While quickly crossing the mountain road, a pile of huge rocks suddenly rolled down the hillside, blocking the way out and the way in.

Everyone sat down and the horses were frightened. In a hurry, they had to hold on to the reins. Before they could react, an overwhelming barrage of crossbow bolts fell.

Nearly a hundred black and sharp repeating crossbowmen emerged from both sides of the mountain road, mechanically pulling the trigger.

More fear spearmen poured out from the shadows in all directions like disorderly water, surrounding everyone.

At this moment, Count Alois suddenly realized that he had fallen into a trap.

His men were flanked by troops from both ends and were in a dilemma. There was no way back.

"Charge forward! Break their formation!"

Count Alois and his knights made a desperate move and rushed forward, but the horses they were sitting on were startled by the crossbow bolts, and they did not dare to step forward for fear of the spearmen's spears.

The earl got off his horse in anger and waved his sword at the surrounding dark elf soldiers.

The earl's son, Viscount Alois Jr., was also a brave knight of the kingdom. He and several personal guards fought their way towards his father. When confronting the powerful dark elf soldiers, it was inevitable that he would be stained and stabbed. Nerve pain. Every time at this time, he couldn't help but look at his father. Count Alois acted as if nothing was wrong. He swung his giant sword with his powerful wrist, slashing the enemies in pieces, and calmly chopped off the heads and limbs of countless Druzis.

"I can do it too!" Faced with such a bloody scene, little Viscount Alois suppressed his nausea and shouted in the crowd, "For my father!! For my lady!!"

A fierce battle unfolded in the mountain road. The human side was at an absolute disadvantage, but they relied on their extraordinary bravery and loyal faith to withstand the fierce attack.

Helmer took a repeating crossbow from the crossbowman beside him, drew out the crossbow bolt, aimed in the direction of little Viscount Alois's arm, and slowly pulled the trigger.

The crossbow bolt flew out suddenly, and little Viscount Alois was hit by the arrow. The blood-stained sword fell out of his hand, and he was surrounded by the dark elves who rushed up.

On the other side, Count Alois led a dozen kingdom knights to fight more and more bravely, with Druchi heads rolling under their feet.

Suddenly, I heard someone shouting in the canyon and stopped.

The dark elves, who were originally furious, slowly retreated and stopped attacking.

Just when Count Alois and others were confused, Hemer walked out of the army carrying the half-dead Viscount Alois, threw him to the ground, and then suspended the sharp sword in his hand above the viscount's head.

He smiled evilly at Count Alois and said, "My Lord Count, you don't want anything to happen to your son."

As he said that, Hemer pressed the sword downwards, and it only took one more inch to stab into the neck of little Viscount Alois.

"Son!!!" Count Alois's eyes were bloodshot and he was almost going crazy. If he hadn't been pulled by his infantry followers, he would have rushed forward and fought with Hemo.

"You despicable dark elf, let him go!"

"Of course." Hemmer shrugged with a smile, "Only if the earl and his loyal servants can put down their weapons and stop resisting. It will be good for us all."

The count held his weapon tightly and refused to give in.

When Hemo saw this, he sneered, raised his sword and stabbed fiercely.

"stop!"

The tip of the sword was less than half an inch away from the little Viscount Alois and stopped.

"Don't hurt him..."

The count struggled for a long time before gritting his teeth and saying, "Everyone... put down their weapons..."

After saying these words, the count seemed to have exhausted all his strength, his face looked ten years older, and crystal tears fell down his cheeks.