Warhammer: Dark Elf

Knight, knight, or knight on horseback. There was no other faction in the medieval world whose army was less diverse and less versatile than Bretonnia. If it had been, the Bretonnians would have probably launched an expedition against it to defend themselves against the lack of creativity. leadership position. The mainstay of the Bretonnian Kingdom's army is entirely composed of knights. Although it is monotonous, it also creates unparalleled mobility.

Hemer had done his homework before planning to enter Bretonnia. He knew that within two hours of plundering Baldryux, Duke Alberic would find that he had violated his The principality, then indignantly launched a small chivalrous war.

Due to the limited land in Bretonnia, there are so many knights. Most of the knights of the kingdom have no titles and no land. If they want to obtain their own exclusive territory, they can only win it by participating in chivalrous wars and relying on outstanding military exploits. Therefore, they are eager for war. Far more than the neighboring imperial guys.

As long as the Seafood King raises his arms, a sea of ​​knights will rush towards him like a tide, and the consequences will be disastrous.

Therefore, after capturing dozens of Count Alois, Hemer did not continue to plunder Bordeleau. Instead, he led his troops directly onto the warship docked in the bay and quickly sailed into the eastern bay of the vast ocean. Avoid the Bretonnian navy that may be searching through the boundless sea.

Under the starry night sky, the cool wind blew from the sea and made a bleak rustling sound into the coastal woods.

Seeing the coast getting further and further away in their sight, and finally turning into a black ink stain, the hearts of Count Alois and others sank little by little.

Their hands and feet were bound by shackles, and every step they took would bring up heavy shackles.

How heroic he was on the battlefield, but how embarrassed he is now.

Count Alois originally wanted to die on the battlefield, but when he swung his sword with the intention of dying, he saw his son being thrown to the ground like a dead dog by the enemy.

At that moment, he, as a father, faced off fiercely with himself, the Holy Grail Knight.

Ultimately he chose his own child.

This is human nature. He doesn't regret it, but he is also ashamed.

"Your Majesty, even though I am a Druchi, I still agree with the norms among human nobles. I think that in such a place where wars are constant and war-torn, the necessary rules can restrain everyone. Now, I will loosen the shackles of you and your men, and I hope you will abide by the honor of the nobility." Meeting the count's angry gaze, Helmer did not feel any discomfort at all, but politely expressed his kindness.

"Of course, we Bretonnians would never do anything contrary to our honor."

Count Alois said proudly, and the followers behind him showed the same hatred and hatred.

In Bretonnia, which advocates chivalry, there is a strict "money in exchange for ransom" system to protect the lives of defeated nobles.

The reason why Helmer dared to untie Count Alois's shackles was because he understood that the Bretonnian nobles attached great importance to honor, even more than their own lives.

If he was catching an imperial guy now, it would be absolutely impossible for him to do this.

After receiving the earl's affirmative reply, Helmer nodded to Nautia, who sent someone to loosen the shackles of the earl and others.

Taking off the heavy restraints, Count Alois touched his wrist majestically, then took his son from a Black Ark pirate and carefully inspected his injury. Seeing that he was fine, his tense expression finally Slightly soothed.

"Don't worry, Lord Earl, your son has just fainted temporarily. Our military doctor will save his hand. After all, he is my property now." Helmer ignored the Earl's cold gaze and said calmly. He saluted, and at the same time raised his head to indicate that he should enter the cabin to discuss specific matters, "Please come, Your Majesty."

In the luxuriously furnished captain's room, everyone sat on both sides of the conference table.

On one side were Hemer, Elladen and Nautia, and on the other side sat Count Alois and two of his cronies.

"Tell me, how much do you want?"

Unable to stand the gazes of many dark elves around him, the Count took the lead in speaking and tried to take the initiative in making judgments. He said in an uncompromising tone: "Ten thousand gold coins, buy all of our lives. This is the bottom line I can give. .”

"Ten thousand?" Elladen chuckled. "It turns out that the Holy Grail Knight who is the embodiment of justice also has his own calculations."

Being ridiculed for deviating from the path of honor, the Earl's face turned red, and his upright figure looked a bit unnatural.

But this is indeed his bottom line.

The whole territory could not afford any more.

"This may not be enough." Helmer shook his index finger and asked someone to fetch a notebook. Then he tapped his leg and wrote on it as he said, "A noble Knight of the Holy Grail, also known as the Earl. Sir, your life is worth ten thousand gold coins to me."

"You are robbing someone!" The guard beside Alois stood up angrily.

Nautia suddenly drew her sword. Under the dim candlelight, the long sword reflected the cold light.

The room fell into a brief silence.

"Sit down." The count called out.

"Your Majesty the Earl!" The guard couldn't calm down.

"I said sit down." This time the earl's voice was an order that could not be refused.

The guard took a deep breath and finally sat down with his arms folded. In fact, this group of people are not afraid of death at all, otherwise they would not be so desperate on the battlefield, but no matter how unhappy they are, they will still obey the count's orders.

"Okay, just ten thousand. Where are the others."

This group of dark elves did not kill them, it was already the goddess who was blessing them.

Count Alois realized that he had been severely ripped off, so his tone softened unknowingly.

After all, in the face of life, no amount of ransom is too much.

"Refreshing." Helmer smiled, "I swear in front of the gods, this sincere price definitely adds to my admiration for the Holy Grail Knight."

The corners of the Count's mouth twitched slightly.

"Then, your son." Hermer's eyes fell on the pale Viscount Alois who was still in a coma on the camp bed next to him. The corners of his mouth curled up, "I believe that this brave Lord Viscount , I will definitely become a respected Holy Grail Knight in the future.”

"For his bright future, it is not an exaggeration for the earl to offer him seven thousand gold coins."

After the words fell, not only everyone in Bretonnia, but even Eladen looked at Hemo with wide eyes.

Lord Helmer is so dark...

"Are you serious?" Count Alois tried his best to endure the anger in his heart.

"Coupled with the guards around you, five thousand gold coins is not an exaggeration." Hemer did not directly answer the count's questions, but added a few more items to his notes.

"A Holy Grail Knight is worth 10,000 gold coins. His son, the future Holy Grail Knight, is worth 7,000 gold coins. Plus his loyal and fearless servants are barely worth 5,000 gold coins, for a total of 22,000 gold coins."

"Seeing as this is your first time, Lord Earl, how about I be generous and give Lord Earl a discount, rounded up to 20,000 gold coins? Isn't it good for you? I'll give you more discounts next time."

There was silence in the room.

Hey, he's so dark. The last time he robbed the colonies of the Southern Kingdom, he only plundered more than 30,000 people. Lord Lord, I am afraid that this move will take out the pants of Count Alois. Notia and the others secretly cursed.

"Twenty thousand...do you know what this is?" The Earl looked at Helmer quietly, "Even if the serfs in my territory worked hard for a whole year without eating, drinking or resting, they still wouldn't be able to make up what you said. One-tenth of that.”

"Too few?" Helmer tilted his head, seemingly confused.

Seeing his rogue appearance, the earl fully understood that he would not be able to escape the fate of being taken advantage of. After hesitating and struggling for a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'll give it..."

"very good."

Helmer's face was filled with joy and he told Nautia, "Let the ship dock and send the Earl back to his home to prepare."

"My lord, you only have one day. When your gold coins are delivered to the ship, be sure not to have any evil intentions, otherwise, the little viscount's life will be in trouble."

Helmer stood up, came to the earl, and threatened coldly.

"Heh, I won't share the same moral character as you despicable dark elves."

Not to be outdone, the Earl met Hemmer's gaze.

To be honest, Hemo did feel a little guilty when he was stared at like this, but when he thought of countless boxes of gold, this guilty feeling was not worth mentioning.

Who can have trouble with gold?

...

The battleship slowly docked, and the crew put down the plank on the beach. The Earl walked out of the cabin with a sullen face and a dozen servants. He looked back and took a deep look at his son who had just woken up. The cold evening breeze blew through his red cheeks. With his eyes closed, the Earl let out a long sigh, stepped off the plank, and his rickety figure slowly disappeared into the night.

On the other side, on the night when Hemer was waiting for the ransom, a huge Skaven fleet called the Cape Gray Shipwreckers, led by Cruxshark the Sloppy, quietly entered the eastern part of the vast ocean under the cover of night. bay.

Their goal was also to plunder the wealthy Bretonnia and the coast of the Principality of Estalia, but they happened to encounter Hemer's fleet on the vast ocean...