Warhammer: Dark Elf

A solid high wall surrounds the dark spire, separating it from the hustle and bustle of the busy city. On both sides of the arched steps stand the majestic statues of Kane. At noon, the heavily guarded lord's manor is bathed in the sun, and the pointed roof of the main building Pierced the clouds and enveloped the warm sunshine.

Guards holding halberds stood at the gate of the manor, and rows of soldiers in armor patrolled back and forth inside.

Helmer rode a dark horse with his entourage and the newly bought slave, and returned to the comfortable manor. He threw the horse's reins to Kesir, then turned over and dismounted, took off his helmet and held it in his hands, letting his soft white hair hang loose. Behind the shoulder.

"Sir, the servants have already prepared lunch." Melson, the manor's butler and two slave maids, respectfully welcomed the lord's return.

After a busy morning, Helmer was already hungry and panicked. He patted the old butler on the shoulder and said boldly: "Let's get some food!"

The old butler was flattered and thought that this new lord seemed to be very easy-going.

"Sir, what are you going to do with these two Asur slaves?" Ke'sir stopped Hemo, who then realized that he had also bought two high elves.

Helmer turned around, folded his arms and looked at the siblings with interest.

The blonde girl at the front is tall and thin, and the thin slave clothes cannot hide her exquisite curves. The girl's pretty face was covered with dust, her eyes were red, and her blond hair was so bright and beautiful, like it was surrounded by thousands of fireflies. Standing among a group of dark elves with black and white hair, she was particularly eye-catching. It's hard not to notice her. Facing a group of cold Druchi, she bit her teeth lightly and held her brother tightly in her arms. Although she wanted to pretend not to be offended, her body could not stop trembling.

This look reminded Hemo of the neighbor's big tangerine that was used to protect its cubs. It looked soft and wanted to be pinched.

Alleria couldn't help but shudder when she saw the fear lord of the dark elves looking at her, no matter how good-looking he was.

The old butler Melson was accustomed to her reaction. After all, the dark elves were all in awe of the fear lord. He also felt that she was one of the many girls he had seen who had the guts to fall into Druchi's hands. At least she didn't cry, scream or faint.

Helmer pinched his face, couldn't help but feel terrible?

He cleared his throat and broke the silence: "You are from Tal Yiris? If I remember correctly, that is the capital of the Kingdom of Yiris in the southeastern part of Ulsuen Island, right?"

The ruler of Yris seems to be the Watcher Eltharion?

At the beginning of Eltharion's battle, the greenskins raided Yris and burned the inner city to rubble. Eltharion's father and brother died at the hands of the greenskins. The watcher handed over the kingdom to He managed it under his subordinates, and then led a huge fleet south to the vast ocean and entered the bad land where the greenskins were entrenched. It seems that he is still fighting with the greenskin's Shattered Ax tribe.

Helmer speculated that these siblings should have been acquired by slave traders who smuggled over to rob people during the chaos in Yris City.

The vigilant Alleria nodded slightly and remained silent.

Her brother Alleyn in her arms had woken up at this time and was glaring at Hermer fiercely.

"This kid." Hemo couldn't help but smile. He bought their siblings, but he saved them in disguise.

If the two siblings fell into the hands of ordinary townspeople, they might one day be dragged to the Temple of Cain and banged.

Hey, why can't you understand your own good intentions?

"What's your name?"

"I won't tell you, dark traitor." Before her sister could answer, Alleyn shouted, "You despicable villains, if you know better, let me and my sister go. If my uncle finds out, he will He won’t let you go, he will take you all to Esota Maha Prison and torture you severely!”

The full-blooded Alleyn obviously didn't realize what kind of environment he was in now, and he uttered harsh words angrily.

Before he could finish his words, unkind glances came from all around him.

Keshir, who was ruthless and didn't talk much, pulled out the long sword from his waist, and the sound of the sharp blade coming out of its sheath was chilling.

The cold light of the sword reflected Alleria's pale face. She hurriedly pulled her brother back into her arms and covered his mouth.

Traitor, huh? Hemo became interested, "Boy, who is your uncle?"

"Hmm..." Alleyn finally moved her sister's hand away and said proudly, "My uncle is Elsharion, the great watcher of Oshun."

Those proud little eyes seemed to say, be afraid. If you are afraid, let us go quickly.

Good guy, he is also the nephew of Eltharion, he does have some background, but as the saying goes, a powerful dragon cannot suppress a local snake. In the territory of Naggaroth, even the Phoenix King Fenubar of the high elves is of no use.

"It's Ai, Ai, Elsarion, I'm so scared, wuwu, I'm going to be put in prison." Hemo held his head grandly.

The people around him and Eladen, who was lying on the fence watching the show, were instantly entertained by Hemo who was playing tricks.

"What does it matter to you that your uncle is a watcher? You brat, you and your sister are both my slaves now." Helmer patted Alleyne's head and said with a smile.

"Damn it, don't be too happy! One day I will defeat you!" Being killed by a pat on the head, Alleyn's eyes were about to spit fire. If his sister Alleria hadn't stopped him, this little kid would have really I want to rush up and fight with Hemo.

Hemo was so happy that he crumpled Alleyne's golden hair into a chicken nest and twisted out a bunch of stupid hair.

"You know how to fight, but you have to be strong and have a background."

"My uncle is the Great Watcher, and his Ascians will tear you dark traitors to pieces!"

Helmer was not afraid at all. He flicked away Alleyne's stupid hair and let out a villain's laugh: "It turns out to be the little Yakuza."

"You! Damn it!"

"Take these two slaves to wash first, change into quick clothes and bring them to the hall to meet me. Well, it really stinks." Helmer sniffed Alleyne's clothes, and then jumped three feet away in disgust. .

The siblings' faces instantly turned red.

High elves have always kept themselves clean and like to take care of their own image, and have a strong sense of self-esteem. When Helmer made such a comment, Alleyn was instantly stunned like an eggplant beaten by the rain.

Focusing on cooking, Hemo turned around and left with the others.

Only Xir and the others were left staring at each other with Aileen.

"What are you looking at, little Yakuza?"

Kesir was not as tolerant as Hemo, and his fierce look was very oppressive. He couldn't help but call his subordinates and push the siblings to the sergeant's bath in the annex building.

"This small body can't be lifted by hands or shoulders. If you survive, you will be a hindrance to the lord." Kesir dismissed his men and went to work with Hemo.

In the luxuriously furnished lord's hall, Hemo happily drank the milk delivered from the ancient city of Quintex, his long legs crossed and trembling in an imageless manner.

Looking at the delicacies in front of him and the servants serving him food, Hemo couldn't help but sigh, this is life.

After a while, the old butler Melson came over with Alleria and Alleyne who had taken a bath.

The siblings looked around the hall curiously, obviously it was their first time in the dark elf's castle.

The lights in the hall were bright, and the deep red carpet warmed the air. The windows leading to the top of the hall were originally hung with long iron chains, but Hemo complained that they looked too cold, so they were replaced with dark blue velvet curtains with hand-embroidered elves on them. The golden phoenix and the purple Pegasus flag symbolizing the Sect of Joy.

The round table in the center was filled with food, candles and silver cups, and Hemer, Keshil and others were chatting and laughing.

"It's nothing compared to our Assur's aesthetics." Alleyn muttered in a low voice.

Sister Alleria lowered her head, put her finger to her lips, and made a shushing gesture to him.

Remembering what her sister had told her to be patient, Alleyn nodded.

But when he saw the uncle-like Hemo, he felt that the suppressed anger in his heart was about to surge up again.

This dark elf lord is so annoying.

Helmer had a milk bottle in his mouth. When he heard the footsteps, he turned his head and saw the two siblings.

After cleaning, the two siblings revealed their original appearance, which surprised Helmer for a moment.

"Is this the ugly duckling turning into a white swan?"

It has to be said that the looks of the two siblings are among the best among the high elves.

Alleyn has a face that is very popular with girls. A boy who is too beautiful will give people the impression that he has not grown up. In addition, his face and body are thin, and it is a bit too much to say that he is a teenager. The elder sister Alleria is a typical Asur noble, with a beautiful face, a tall and graceful model figure, an otherworldly temperament, blond hair and blue eyes, skin that is white and tender with a hint of pink, and her hair is soft and straight. Women of this race are not pure and restrained, and even wearing a simple servant's uniform can convey the aristocratic demeanor.

"Hey, isn't this the little Yakuza? Come on, come on, sit with your brother." Hemo hugged Alleyn.

After all, Alleyne had just come of age and could not struggle under Hemer's ruthless iron hand.

Helmer pushed Alleyn to the seat next to him, and at the same time called for Alleria to sit down.

Only then did she notice that the table where Hemer was dining was actually round, and his bodyguards were also sitting on it, their expressions not restrained at all.

Even the old butler Melson who brought them here naturally sat down and chatted with Kesir.

The nobles of the dark elves allow their servants to dine with them?

As far as Alleria knew, they did not have this tradition.

Did Helmer allow them to do this?

It seems that the dark elves are not as scary as the rumors?

Seeing the confusion in Alleria's eyes, the old butler Melson smiled and explained: "We were originally not allowed to dine at the same table as the lord. But after Lord Hemer came, he changed these rules. And the original castle's The dining table is rectangular, but the adults ordered it to be changed to a round table, making it easier for everyone to have dinner together. So, just feel free to do whatever you want."

"Thank you." Alleria responded with a smile.

Turning around, she cast a complicated look at the dark lord who was teasing her younger brother.

Even they, the high elves, would not treat their subordinates like this, let alone slaves.

What a strange person.

The last person to take the seat was Eladen. She narrowed her eyes and looked at the high elf siblings with a smile. To be precise, she looked at Alleria.

Eladen stretched his waist lazily, revealing his proud figure and making people's blood flow.

She looked at Alleria provocatively, who was already blushing.

How could she be so graceless... so shameless...

"Are these two slaves bought by Mr. Hemo? Hehe, they are really good-looking. How about Mr. Hemo give me one to play with?"

Eladen said it seemingly casually, and Alleria instantly became alert.

If their siblings fell into the hands of this sorceress, the end would be disastrous.

Unknowingly, Alleria subconsciously believed that Hemo would not harm them, so she cast a hopeful look at Hemo.

"No, I bought this for thirty gold coins." Hemo restrained Alleyn with one hand and waved his index finger with his other hand, looking determined.

You must know that the taxes of Iron Thorn Town have not been paid yet, and the more than one hundred gold coins he has on him were taken from the former lord's small vault.

Just to buy this pair of siblings, Hemo spent a full third of his little money, and he was reluctant to let go.

"Isn't it okay even for small ones? I'll pay you gold coins." Eladen actually took out a dozen gold coins from his windbreaker pocket.

Speaking of the windbreaker on my body, this is another little story.

Every time Hemer saw her wearing that sexy sorceress costume, he couldn't help but ask someone to add more clothes to her. After a few pulls, Eladen couldn't bear it and had to wear a trench coat every day.

"Huh? Why do you have private money?" Hemo was shocked. All his money was stolen. Why could Eladen just take out more than a dozen gold coins!

Anyone who was close to Hemer, such as Keshil and others, heard Hemer mention money and immediately clenched their pockets quietly under the table.

Their lord usually looks lazy and out of shape, but as long as it is a matter of money, it is like geese plucking their hair and animals leaving their skins. What is even more scary is that they often brood on their pockets. Are you scared.

"Should I exchange it or not? Lord, fifteen gold coins are exchanged for a little slave. This is a very good deal."

"I don't want to be the slave of an old witch like you."

Alleyn, who was being made fuss under Helmer's arm, said angrily.

Being called an old witch by the little brat, veins popped up on Eladen's forehead instantly, "You little brat, I'm going to pluck your skin off!"

"Just a little bit, I'm so mad at you..." Elaine's mouth was quickly blocked by her sister.

"Hey, calm down. Why are you angry with a little brat?" Helmer put down Alleyne, stood up to comfort Eladen, and when the sorceress was dizzy with anger, he pushed the gold coins on the table into his pocket.

Keshir and others turned a blind eye and each ate what they had.

When we finally stabilized the situation, the food was almost half eaten.

Several enemies reluctantly stopped fighting each other and kept working on their meals.