Outside the city of Hirado-Tar, temporary military camp.

Morath sent several of her Dreadlords and Sorceresses to lead the siege of Taal to the water.

Now that the whole of Taal City has become Moras's spoils, she will not let the slaves inside run away.

The sky of Nagaros is like blood, and the corpses of the chaotic and corrupted earth are scattered all over the field, and the remnants of the flag are flying.

The crows gathered and landed among the branches of the trees with a strong smell of blood, their scarlet eyes greedily gazing at the severed limbs on the battlefield, and flaring their wings restlessly.

If it weren't for the deterrence of the dark elves who cleaned the battlefield, this group of greedy animals would have swarmed up long ago.

Worried, Helmer carried a repeater and a shield, followed behind the Kane Assassin named Sabios, and walked through the tent to the most luxurious tent in the camp.

"Aunt Mo actually wants to see me......", Hemmer guessed that killing Mattigos would inevitably attract Moras's attention, but the thought of meeting this powerful sorceress was still uneasy in his heart.

As he went, Hemmer noticed a large number of Neros prisoners being taken into custody by the soldiers, stripped of their armor and shackled, and forced to kneel in the middle of Moras's Chinese camp.

The cold wind of the Northland was colder than the blades of a sword, and it hurt in the faces, and the captives were pale and bloodless, and their eyes were empty and godless.

Behind them stood a row of Hal Goncy's executioners armed with greatswords, ruthless butchers who specialized in executing captives, surrounded by a murderous aura that even ordinary fellow Dark Elves would not dare to approach.

"Big Brother Sabios, what are they doing here?" Hemmer seemed to have guessed something when he saw this scene, but he still wanted to confirm it.

Sabios, who was expressionless, turned his head and looked surprised under his hood, "Are you kidding?" ”

"Sacrifice their lives to Kane in exchange for the gods' blessing on our army, of course, and the master doesn't need more slaves now."

"Sure enough...", Hemmer smiled reluctantly, chilling at the cruelty of the dark elves. In a society where the strong are respected and the weak are bloody, slaves are the worst class, and even the dark elves of the same race will not show the slightest mercy.

Hemmer asked himself if he couldn't be so cold-blooded, but now was not the time to feel it. He had to plan for his future.

Warhammer is not a peaceful world, all kinds of demons and monsters are rampant, and ordinary people can die violently when they go out.

At first, Hemmer thought that it would be better if he traveled to the human-dominated Sigmar Empire, or to the Kingdom of Bretonnia. But after thinking about it carefully, it was not easy to cross over to the empire.

Although the Sigma Empire is strong, it has many enemies, and at the same time has to face the invasion of Greenskin, Nezumi, Vampires and Chaos Demons, it is good to be able to live in the big city where the Elector is located, as long as you are careful not to be killed by the nezumi who suddenly emerge from the underground tunnel.

If you were born in the countryside, you would have suffered, and the waaagh invasion by the greenskins alone would have caused a lot of restlessness, and the terrifying vampires and beastmen roaming the forests would have been a nightmare.

As for the Kingdom of Bretonnia, this one is even more of a send, the whole kingdom advocates knighthood, if Hemer can mix a knight's title, it would be good to say, I am afraid of dressing as an old peasant at the bottom.

As we all know, Bato's old peasants have no human rights, and not only have to bear the fear of being robbed by the green skins, but also have to pay extremely harsh taxes to their grandfathers.

Nine out of ten taxes! When the capitalists heard this, they wept.

So Hemmer thought about it like this, except for traveling to the Great Aurora Celestial Empire, it was worse to travel anywhere.

"Open up! The captain is done. ”

Having figured it out, Hemmer slowly accepted the reality that he was a dark elf.

"If only Moras could give me a territory for the sake of this meritorious service, the village will do!"

Hemmer didn't want to lose his life on the battlefield one day, and his best way out right now was to have a piece of his own territory and slowly get up.

As for the Chaos Invasion?

I don't have the ability to touch this layer yet, so no matter how much I think about it, it's just a matter of worry.

Before he knew it, Hemmer was led by Sabios into Morath's tent.

I have to say that Aunt Mo's appearance is indeed top-notch, with a typical white skin and beautiful appearance, a plump figure, and after a long time of baptism, she has a mature charm.

In addition, Morath also believed in Slaaneshin, and took the lead in carrying forward the fine tradition of Truuzzi's sorceresses shuttling and exposing, wantonly showing her proud curves. In particular, a pair of slender leg muscles that overlap at will are like jade casting, shining with a lustre.

The breathtaking eyes are even more unbearable to see who they can't control.

"No wonder the first Phoenix King of the High Elves would marry her. Even if Kane came down, he would have to set up a small tent first. I don't know how many times better it looks than in the game. ”

Here's what Helmer said about Moras.

At this moment, Morath was lazily sitting on the high-backed throne, and two young sorceresses rubbed her shoulders and pounded her legs on her left and right.

"So you are the civilian who killed Mattigos. Stand closer, let me take a good look. Morath exhaled like a blue, and in just a few words, she teased the crimson faces of all the men in the tent.

The taciturn, cool guy Sabios is no exception.

But no one present dared to show blasphemous glances at Moras, not to mention her own super strength, and her identity could also overwhelm people.

She is the mother of the Witch King Marekis, the de facto queen mother of the dark elves, and her status is above tens of thousands of people.

The fools who dared to peep at Moras's beauty have been lifted up by this deadly flower.

The kind that doesn't have any ashes left.

"Beauty is good. It's good to take a look, after all, there's a knife on the head of the color word. ”

It was still quite stressful to face to face with the legendary lord, and Hemo didn't dare to slack off, he stepped forward and took a few steps to stand still, while his clenched palms couldn't stop sweating.

"Look up."

Hemmer looked up slightly stiffly, looking at Morath with awe and innocence, afraid to reveal the slightest flaw

Morath looked at Hemmer with a pair of slightly narrowed phoenix eyes, and then smiled, "Are you afraid of me?" Needless to say, I'm not a monster. Remember, don't reveal your fear in front of your Phoenix Empress, or you'll ......"

Morath paused for words, followed by a loud cheer and heart-rending wails and clicks that resembled chopping wood from outside the tent.

Hemer's heart raced, and cold sweat quietly rolled down between his sideburns.

You don't have to guess to know that the Hal Goncy executioners outside have begun to execute their captives.

At the end of Moras's beating, Hemmer didn't want to upset the uncertain boss, so he tried to calm his nervousness, slowly calmed down, and met Moras's straw-yellow pupils.

"It's so lovely. I thought the civilian who killed Mattigos would be a reckless man. Very good. ”

"Not a bad ghost. Aunt Mo, can you go through the process quickly? Hemmer scolded.

Recruiting yourself is nothing more than a treat to behead and accept the routine of being a dog.

Although he muttered in his heart, Hemmer still looked trembling on the surface, as if he was walking on thin ice.

Not fear, but awe. Hemmer was quite satisfied with this.

She's not a man-eating monster after all, is she?

"What's your name?"

"Back to my lord, Hemmer."

"Well, Hemmer is. To be honest, I've never paid much attention to you civilians before. Morath raised her glass and took a sip of the blood-like cider of fruit.

"But today you proved your worth far more than being a repeater."

"In the name of the Phoenix Empress, I confer the title of lord, and from now on you will shed your blood for the great Phoenix Empress and the only Phoenix King of the Elves, Malekis, do you agree?"

Moras's flirtatious gaze fell on Hemer, wanting to see how this sudden civilian would react.

Ecstatic, excitedly kneeling in front of himself and swearing allegiance?

That's pretty much it.

Although I have seen too much flattery, this feeling of being in control still makes Moras enjoy it very much.

However, the picture she imagined did not appear, and Hemmer below looked thoughtful, as if he was considering.

If it were any of the Dark Lords, he would definitely be angry at Hemmer's presumptuousness, but Moras was not in a hurry.

Cautious people are popular with her.

What she needs is a right-hand man who can help her, not a courtier who can only slap his horse.

In fact, Hemmer was really thinking about things, he was recalling the memories of the original owner of the body.

In the memory of the original owner, the dark elves were roughly divided into five classes.

The supreme ruler, the Witch King Malekis.

Below him are the seven Dark Lords who rule the major cities, and below the Dark Lords are the ordinary lords, who also wield a lot of influence and power; The next class is the plebeian class, which makes up the bulk of the population; The last class was the slaves.

Moras's position is unique.

She directly awarded the title of Lord Hermer, which is definitely beyond the norm.

Because the Dark Elves have a very homogeneous social structure. Every dark elf knows his place in the hierarchy of society, but doesn't mind elevating his status either. Many aristocrats spent their lives overthrowing higher nobles in their place. Commoners served the nobility in the hope of passing through to a noble family, but this rarely happened. The most common promotion channel is still military merit.

"Of course, I have a record of killing a fear lord, and Aunt Mo is a bit heavy to reward like this."

Hemmer quickly analyzes why.

First of all, Moras's words are worth scrutinizing. The focus of her tone was to serve her, not to symbolically add the spicy shredded chicken later. It's the equivalent of asking yourself if you'd like to be her cronies. ”

"Aunt Mo was exiled to the ancient city of Quintex by her son, and her foothold is unstable, and she needs to cultivate her own cronies. Therefore, the use of people is eclectic, and it happens that the white body has made a wave of merit, and this wave can be regarded as a big luck. ”

In fact, Hemmer only introduced one of the reasons, the fundamental reason why Morath was eager to cultivate her power was that while the belief in Kane, the god of the blood hand, was widely accepted by the dark elves, the Pleasure Sect she founded and promoted was gradually regarded as a heresy, and she needed fresh blood to grow her power.

So she was rewarding Hemmer and drawing him into the Cult of Pleasure.

It's a pity that Hemmer didn't think of it for a while, but even if he did, he wouldn't refuse Moras.

After all, people are under the eaves and have to bow their heads. Rejecting Morath is a dangerous thing to do. The most important thing is a small life. No matter how bad it is, it's a big deal to pretend to convert to Slaaneshin, and regret it in the future.

The four gods of chaos, Hemmer definitely doesn't want to touch.

"My Empress, it is my honor to serve you and His Royal Highness the Eternal Phoenix King." Hemmer drew the sword he had snatched from Mattigos, knelt down on one knee, and swore allegiance to Moras.

No matter, hug your thighs first. Wait until you have a certain strength to make the next step.

Thinking of Aunt Mo's intentions, Hemmer had an idea and added:

"Kane is above, and my sword will fight for you."

"You're very sensible." Morath stood up and walked slowly down from the throne.

A fragrant breeze blew in his face, and a pair of round, tight slender thighs stopped in front of him, and Hemer remained still, staring intently at the velvet carpet beneath his feet.

Moras stretched out his snow-white slender hand and put it on Hemer's helmet, gently wiped the dust on it, and said in a low voice: "The capable Truuzzi is on top, and the incompetent are bleeding." You have my favor because I think you are worthy of my use right now. ”

"After becoming a lord, don't slack off, otherwise there are countless servants who are willing to serve me waiting to take the throne." Morath smiled and removed Hemmer's black-sharp crossbowman's helmet.

A waiter brought a gorgeous armor containing the symbol of the Dread Lord.

Morath wrapped her fingers around a strand of Saixue's white hair, and then leaned back, her lips pressed into his ear and whispered, "Don't let me perceive your betrayal, or I will make your life worse than death." ”

Hemmer shuddered.

Damn, it's worthy of a crazy woman, Aunt Mo. Emotions switch freely.

Morath personally put on the Dreadlord's helmet for Hermer and sat back on his throne.

"Let's welcome the new Dread Lord, Hemer."

Morath clapped her hands and chuckled.

The whole tent immediately cheered, and it was all the voice of congratulations to Hemmer.

Even the taciturn Sabios applauded.

Faced with such a scene, Hemmer sighed with emotion.

More than ten hours ago, he also fought a bloody battle in the game that the system predicted a hearty victory, but he didn't expect to now travel to the world of Warhammer and dramatically become the lord of the dark elves.

It's really a trick.

Standing in the middle of the tent with a sword in hand to receive congratulations, the young Hemer almost lost himself in the sound of the lord.

At the same time, Hemmer couldn't help but feel a little arrogant.

Warhammer, starting with the Dark Elf Lord.

"From now on, I am Hemer, the Dreadlord of the Dark Elves. In the dark world of Warhammer, there will be a place for me. I will fulfill my oath and duty with my sword, protect my Phoenix Empress, the Eternal Phoenix King, and my people, and fight to the end for Truzi. But I won't lose myself, neither Kane nor the Four Gods of Chaos can influence my will. When the chaos is coming, I will rush to the forefront! ”

Hemmer swore inwardly.