Warhammer: Dark Elf

Think about it, it would be vulgar to watch a person poke a mouse in a cage with a stick, but it would be even more vulgar if a rat walking upright pokes a person in the cage with a stick.

Think again, a large number of rats who can stand on two feet, can easily use any props, and use complete and mature language, and whose minds are full of vicious thoughts, suddenly appear from the sea driving a dozen shabby warships. The scene was like a nightmare filled with black humor.

In the Middle Ages, the navies of two major forces were called the shame of the navy.

If the Empire's navy is a river army, then the Skaven's navy is an underground river army.

Despite being ridiculed and criticized, the Skaven fleet remains a dangerous opponent.

Super powerful battleships, superb navigation skills, unparalleled courage... none of the above qualities have anything to do with the Skaven Navy.

The reason they are dangerous is because of their numbers, their sheer numbers.

True Rat Sea Tactics.

A strong and cold wind blew from the dark horizon, blowing the sails and fluttering, and hundreds of Scurvy Clan flags flapping.

At least a dozen large ship fleets, loaded with rats, broke through the roaring water waves and crashed into the sight of many dark elves. Thousands of fireflies rose in the blue ocean.

When an encounter occurred on the sea, they couldn't escape even if they wanted to, and the dark elves were terrified.

"Okay, maybe Marcelan fell asleep today." Standing at the bow of the ship, Eladen frowned and quietly held the staff tightly.

"Sir... the number of the opponent's warships and the number of people far exceed ours. The situation is extremely unfavorable to us." Notia took the monocular telescope from the first mate Vischi, and only took a cursory glance to figure out his chances of winning. , he retreated in his heart, and he suggested to Helmer to avoid the edge temporarily.

"If we want to withdraw now... I'm afraid we will have to sacrifice one or two warships and the manpower on them to rear."

"Run?" Facing the sea breeze, Hemo crossed his arms, and his deep pupils were filled with the approaching battleships. He suddenly smiled wildly and said: "Our allies are here, why are we running?"

"what?"

The generals looked at each other and saw the same confusion in each other's eyes.

Elladen was the only one who covered his mouth and chuckled, feeling relaxed for no reason.

When the words ratman, ally, and homme are put together, nothing good will happen. Looking at the eagerness of the people next to her, she knew that Hemer was holding back his bad intentions, waiting for the rat people to be fooled.

But if you calm down and think about it carefully, it has been less than a year since they last stabbed the Rat clan in Lustria. Are the ratmen on the opposite side really that easy to fool?

Eladen was a little uneasy, so he met his gaze and asked tentatively: "Lord Hemo, we betrayed the Eclipse Clan not long ago. After such a long time, I am afraid that the matter of the Eclipse Clan has long been resolved. It’s been passed back to the old world, and most of the ratmen across the way have heard of us, so will your next plan...will it work?”

"Have you ever heard of the saying that people who are smart will be misled by their cleverness? I hope they have heard of me. At least, this proves that I have made a name for myself, right?"

"Besides, does it have anything to do with me whether they know or not?" Helmer smiled meaningfully at the sorceress, looked back at the approaching fleet, and said contemptuously: "Ratman, if There is only one quality that can be used to summarize this race, and that is extreme selfishness. Every Rat Man is very narcissistic, paranoid, greedy and vicious. They don't care about the well-being of their family or race unless they are in danger. In the Prisoner's Dilemma , they always rebel."

"Betrayal and being betrayed are as frequent in ratman society as eating and drinking. Their memory of such things is probably no better than a fish with a seven-second memory."

"So even if they know that I have betrayed their compatriots before, so what. They themselves are more ruthless than me."

"Wait a minute, I'll invite you to watch some fireworks."

"Instruct all ships to let the injured soldiers who can still move stand on the deck, and most of the others enter the cabin to stand by. Remember, no one is allowed to appear on the deck before receiving subsequent orders."

Although the military order issued by Helmer was strange, the enemy was at present and there was no time to think about it. Many low-level officers followed the lord's order as soon as they received the order.

After giving the order, Helmer leaned into Nautia's ear and whispered a few words.

The confused generals were shocked at first when they saw Nautia's expression, and then shook their heads, but after meeting Hermer's unquestioning gaze, they nodded deeply and summoned a dozen soldiers to the cabin.

As time passed by, the rat-man warships were getting closer and closer, and many dark elves could even see the restless rats on the shabby warships with their naked eyes.

"All fleets raise white flags, hurry up!"

Homer made a quick decision.

First Mate Vesci was stunned.

"White flag! We surrender!"

...

The combined fleet of Gray Cape Shipwreckers, led by the sea warlord Cruxshark of Clan Scurvy.

He has white fur that has a very high status among the rat people. His deep-set eye sockets reveal a sinister gaze, and there is an extremely ferocious scar on the tip of his long-bearded nose, which adds to the ruthless aura of the rat.

Cruikshark is known as the hasty one in the Skaven Army, and you can tell by the title that he is a typical reckless man. He is hunched over, holding a long knife twice his height in his right hand, and a sword in his left hand. Armed with a Skaven short-barreled gun, the tail behind him, which was always restless, flapped the splint without rhythm.

Originally, the Cape Gray Shipwreck fleet set out from the southern bay of the Mouse Waste City, plundered the coast of the Principality of Estalia and headed north, preparing to continue to rob the Bretonnians. However, they did not expect to encounter a fleet of pointy-eared things. Bretonnian-controlled eastern bay.

Cruikshark didn't care whether it was a pointy-eared thing or a human thing, they were both hairless cubs and they were all going to die.

But before he could order the ships to collide with each other and start a gang war, those pointy-eared things actually waved a white flag and surrendered? !

He came to the bow of the ship and looked closely. Inside a dozen warships, there was a small boat slowly moving towards them.

Hemer held up a white flag and waved it vigorously. Eladen couldn't afford to lose this man, so he shrank back to look at the treasure chests filled with gold coins.

Nautia led people to carry these things out of the cabin. She opened the lid of a box at will, and her pupils were instantly reflected in bright gold.

Approaching the Skaven main ship, Hemo raised his head and shouted loudly, "I am Hemo, the lord of the Druchi fleet, and I want to talk to your great warlord."

A rat man threw a plank at him, "Come up, you two slow, clumsy idiots. We, the great warlord, have agreed."

Although the words spoken by the other party were unpleasant, there was no smile on Hemo's face. He took more than a dozen boxes of gold coins and boarded the fleet with Eliden.

"Stop! What is this?"

The rat officer stared at the gold coin box warily, then suddenly pulled out his sword and stopped the two of them.

"These are some small gifts from me to your great warlord." Hemo calmly leaned down and opened the lids of several boxes.

Many rat men were dazzled in an instant, showing greedy eyes.

Seeing this, Helmer quietly handed a heavy bag of gold coins to the rat-man officer's hand and winked at him.

The gold...the rat-man officer rolled it around, then showed a philistine smile to Helmer, and let him go happily. At the same time, he had people carry the boxes to Cruikshark for inspection.

With no danger, Helmer and Eli boarded the fleet. There were dirty gophers everywhere, staring at them with evil eyes.

The tattered armor exuded a disgusting stench, and the hollow deck was dripping with green pus. Eladen felt a chill and carefully avoided it for fear of being splashed.

"Tell me, pointy-eared thing, what do you want to say to me? I-my hair is the deepest in the clan. Don't, don't try to deceive me, cunning thing."

Seeing the gift presented by Helmer, Cruikshak was very satisfied. He raised his mouse head and looked down at the visitor with a victor's attitude.

"I'll tell you the truth, the great Skaven Warlord. My fleet and I came to plunder the stupid Bretonnians, and the gold at your feet came from their court." Helmer sighed, "Truthfully It's such a pity that we only grabbed so much and dedicated it to you."

"Because my army had a big battle with the Bretonnians in the inner courtyard of their castle and failed to capture their treasury. If you don't believe me, you can send someone to see my fleet. Many of them are wounded."

Cruikshark grinned, thinking about what Hemer said, and then actually sent his men to take a look. The situation was indeed as Hemer said, and their ship was full of remnants.

"The Bretonnians occupy a rich land. They have a lot of gold. They are big warlords. I can't grab that gold with my own strength, but maybe we can unite." Hemer stroked the candlestick on the table, his lake-blue pupils It was illuminated bronze by the firelight.

"Why do you want to join forces with you annoying pointy-eared people? I can kill you, pluck out your skin, and decorate the cabin."

"I've heard of you. You betrayed the Eclipse Clan, and you will catch them all and send them into the mines. I won't be fooled!"

Cruikshark suddenly changed his attitude, slammed the table, and glared at Helmer with his teeth bared.

The surrounding rats chirped and gathered around with weapons raised.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Eladen held the staff to accumulate magic power, preparing to fight to the death.

The rat warlord raised his pistol and pointed it at Helmer's head. The latter sneered and kicked away the superficial gold in the treasure chest at his feet, revealing the dark gunpowder inside.

He held the candlestick in his hand, the tip of the flame within inches of the gunpowder.

Suddenly, Cruickshak turned pale with fright, and at the same time, the rats on the entire ship screamed in terror and fled in all directions.

"To be honest with you, all the boxes are full of gunpowder." Helmer's smile was extremely terrifying in Cruickshak's eyes.

"If the candle in my hand accidentally touches the gunpowder, or if a spark accidentally falls... Bang!! Then everyone on this ship, including me and the great warlord, will be buried in the belly of the fish. No one can escape~"

"You lunatic!"

"Crazy? No, I'm quite sober now."

"So, is the warlord sober? Do you want piles of gold, or should you go see the Horned Rat?"

"Let go! Let go!" Although Cruikshark was reckless, he was not stupid, and he cherished his life very much.

Skaven have a strange relationship with fear. On the one hand, they are extremely cowardly and will only take risks to participate in the war for generous rewards or to avoid being killed by their superiors. Most rats run away when they see that the situation is not good. On the other hand, they are reckless, and they are extremely bold in bets involving interests. If you play Russian roulette with the rat men - the kind with five bullets in the gun - and the reward is a little higher , they will rush to shoot themselves in the head.

Helmer deeply understood the evil nature of their characters, so he dared to use profit and loss to force Cruickshake to agree to his joint plan.

"Unite, unite. Let's unite." Cruikshak's face was filled with emotion and he hurriedly agreed.

In the face of life, even if Helmer asked for the gun in his hand, Cruickshak would hand it over without hesitation.

In fact, Helmer really asked for this.

Candles were too easy to lose control of. Helmer's palms couldn't stop sweating. He simply wanted to come to Cruikshark's pistol control station.

Seeing that the candle was thrown into the sea, the rat people's hanging hearts finally relaxed, but they saw that Helmer was holding the trigger of the gun, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the gunpowder in the box. The rats suddenly became restless again.

But Helmer didn't seem to be aware of the consequences of his accident. He sat lazily on the chair, put his long legs on the table and crossed his legs. He smiled and said to Cruikshark: "Very good, look. Get up and we have reached a consensus. I know that the great warlord is a smart man who understands the general situation."

"Then now, the great warlord can land his troops on the coast, and let us happily plunder Bretonnia together."