The Warhammer world is full of races, including the most classic fantasy Triangle, humans, dwarves and elves.

As one of the three spirits of Warhammer, unlike the wisdom and grace of the High Elf "Azul", or the wild and free of the Wood Elf "Asra", the dark elf "Duruzzi" can be called a mudslide in the elven world, they are often associated with cruelty, madness, coldness, and bloodthirstiness, although they attract many fans with their wild and cool appearance, but they are essentially a group of bloodthirsty madmen, and their debauchery in private life is also notorious, which makes Stone extremely disgusted.

Like the Wood Elves, the Dark Elves are transformed from the High Elves of Ulthuan, and their sole leader, the Witch King Malekith himself, is the biological son of the original High Elves Phoenix King.

It is precisely because of this second generation of kings who should have been Long Aotian that after failing to inherit the throne of his father "Phoenix King" and being burned into an incomplete man (by mistake) by the "Asoyan Holy Fire", he single-handedly caused the "Great Division" of the elf clan.

Annoyed, he led the elven warriors who remained loyal to him in a civil war in an attempt to reclaim the throne, but failed miserably, and eventually had to flee Ulthuan and settle down on another continent, Nagarus, and establish a new kingdom of darkness.

Since then, they have abandoned their original identities and called themselves "Duruzzi", or dark elves, and regarded the High Elves as enemies who fought for thousands of years in order to return to Ulthuan.

After the tragic Marekis was burned beyond recognition by the flames, his mind began to twist, and under his leadership, the dark elves went further and further on the path of villains, and even became synonymous with horror and evil.

Legend has it that in the cold, damp city of Nagarus, thousands of slaves were chained and feared day and night, building palaces, forging swords, and screaming of sacrifices to the god of murder, supported by the vast fleet of Black Arks, cruel pirates everywhere to plunder all the food, treasure, and people they could see.

When he returned to the woods and found the unconscious girl, Stone recognized her from her pale skin and cloak made of sea dragon skin, a notorious dark elf pirate.

So when he returned to the camp, he immediately arranged for his men to tie her up with the goblin, and then left it alone.

In the spacious thatched hut, at this time his full attention was focused on the little baby in his arms, he was clumsily carrying a bowl of milky liquid into her mouth.

Falling from a tree, in his eyes, that sexy and hot girl was far less important than the little kid in his arms.

It's not that he has any peculiar fetishes, but mainly because the baby has a pair of dark pupils as deep and dark as the night sky, and with its hair and appearance, it is very likely that it comes from the far Far East, which is the region of the Warhammer world background that corresponds to Asia.

Engage in hair, the villagers see the villagers, and the eyes are full of tears.

That's why the stone, the moment he saw her, chose to risk his life to pick her up, and then shouted for the others to run away.

On the way back to the camp, the stone also found that the little baby had a small bell made of jade tied to his ankle, the workmanship was fine and elegant, the sound was crisp and beautiful, and then a closer look at it, there was a horizontal and vertical "Xi" word engraved on it, which confirmed his guess that the little guy was a person from the Aurora Empire in the east.

In order to feed the bell - the name he gave to the little baby, the stone specially sent a few fart spirits to the forest, tossed for two days, and finally found a group of little goats, and then he personally led the team, all of them were caught and circled, and then there was a bowl of steaming goat milk in his hand.

Anyone who has drunk fresh goat's milk knows the pure natural fishy smell, and he is also worried that the bell will not be used to drinking, but unexpectedly, the little girl did not even frown, and did not hesitate to drink the whole bowl of milk in her mouth, it seems that she has long been hungry.

Stone liked the little fellow more and more, and handed the empty bowl to the old rotten tooth beside him, telling him to squeeze another bowl back.

The old goblin didn't understand why his boss was so interested in a human shrimp, and such a little meat was not enough to eat, but he didn't ask, honestly took the bowl, and said:

"Boss, that black bean sprout seems to be awake, do you want to go and see it?"

Stone hesitated, although he was also curious about how a dark elf ran to the border prince to bring it, but he still decided to hang it first, anyway, he couldn't die for a while listening to her voice.

But the old goblin aroused his curiosity, and asked rhetorically:

"Old rotten teeth, how can you still understand the lingua franca?"

What came into the house just now was the lingua franca of the mainland, which was the most commonly used language in the Warhammer world, and it was a little different from the green language, and he himself could understand it all because of the characteristic "Tongue Lotus", but he didn't expect the old rotten tooth to be able to understand it.

"I used to follow the warlord's car through the territory of the shrimp, so I can understand."

Ouch, it seems that this old guy is deeply hidden, and he has a lot of skills, a compound talent.

"Lost! Seeing her screaming so loudly, she will definitely be fine for a while, I tell you, beautiful women are bad, leave her alone, go out and tell the little ones, take a good look at her and the two goblins, and tie them tightly! ”

……

Three more days passed.

Moriah swore that it was the longest and most humiliating three days she had ever lived.

In the middle of the camp, she and two other goblins of unknown fate were tied to a huge stake, and yes, she was treated like a mongrel goblin!

They were the unlucky ones who rushed ahead of Skip that day, but they were lucky enough to pick up a small life from under the wheels of the pump-pumped chariot, and they were missing an arm and a leg, and they were not torn apart on the spot like the other three companions.

The tenacious vitality of the greenskin was on full display in them at this time, and Moria found that although there was no treatment and the two goblins still did not regain consciousness, the wounds on their bodies had clearly begun to heal on their own, and their breathing gradually calmed down.

On the contrary, it was herself, the injury did not improve at all, and she shouted at the top of her throat for a few days, except for a fart who came to feed her some water every day, not to mention people at other times, and she didn't even stutter, as if she had been forgotten.

But this hunger is nothing compared to the torment of smell.

As mentioned before, the body odor on Greenskin's body is definitely a biological weapon, and after a few days, Moria, who has long been extremely weak, has been fainted several times by life, and has reached the verge of collapse.

It's not that she hasn't thought of a way, she wants to take advantage of the dead of night to make some small movements, but no matter what, she can't get the rope on her body.

The scheming old rotten tooth had long guarded against her trick, and in order to tie up these big guys, he also took a lot of effort, and finally turned out a rope made of unknown creatures from the pile of debris, which was extremely tough, and the dagger was constantly chopping, the key was that the more he struggled, the tighter he was trapped.

And that's just the first line of defense, and when Moriath wakes up during the day, she always sees a circle of spirits standing around, all staring at her intently, like a hungry beast staring at a good meal.

In normal times, she could pinch one of these small pieces with one thumb, but now, let alone escape, she can't even lift a thumb.

Eat and don't have to eat, sleep and sleep badly, can't run and can't run, Kane is on top, and the ghost knows what he's been through these days.

Under this kind of all-round surveillance, Moria finally recognized the reality that she would definitely not be able to escape on her own.