The second floor of the Ironthorn Town Lord's Manor.

The crystal chandelier on the ceiling emits a soft glow, illuminating the lord's lavishly furnished room.

Hemmer sat in a mahogany chair covered with a soft carpet, reviewing the papers sent by Fezzain by the light.

"There are a total of 3,600 civilians in Iron Thorn Town, 20 low-level aristocratic families, a monthly basic tax of 700 gold, a dark elf manor, a conscription hall, and a pig iron mine..."

The corresponding architectural effect quickly pops up on the panel.

[Elven Manor]: Increases the city's development every month.

Improve the efficiency of troop replenishment.

"The noble bloodline is nothing more than that, and the power and dominance will grow with you."

"Increasing local development and reinforcement efficiency, as well as two advanced buildings, the Dark Elf Mansion and the Lord's Grange, are good." Hemmer is most concerned about the development of Ironsphorn right now.

Build this place into a dark and important town that continuously provides him with soldiers and financial resources, so that he can have the capital to carry out his grand plans.

After watching the effect of the Elven Manor, Hemer's eyes fell on the conscription hall.

[Recruitment Hall]: Unlock the recruitment of first-level troops: Dread Spearman, Gloomy Swordsman, Black Sharp Crossbowman

"War needs you, you have no right to ask, either fight or die, or simply fight and die"

"The first-level soldiers can only make up the number, so we still have to upgrade the second-level barracks assembly hall as soon as possible, and recruit some Black Ark pirates with stronger combat effectiveness to enhance the combat effectiveness of the army."

Morath only gave Helmer the most basic troops, and as for the Witch Spirit, the Black Ark Pirates, and other second-level troops, they were not given a single one.

Not to mention the elite Shadows, Cold Lizard Knights, Calamity Chariots, and so on.

It is estimated that Aunt Mo, who has just been exiled, does not have many elites in her hands.

The next building is a pig iron mine.

[Pig Iron Mine]: 20 blunt steel per month

Tax increase by 300 gold per month

20 per cent reduction in recruitment costs for all troops.

"If you want to smelt a sharp sword, you need refined iron; Even if it is a small mine, it can be a big one.

Finally saw the iron ore that he had been thinking about, and its effect did not disappoint Hemer.

"The basic tax of Iron Thorn Town itself is 700, and the additional tax of an iron mine has increased by 300, and it also provides 20 tons of steel per month, tsk." Hemmer clicks on the Iron Ore construction sequence, revealing that it has two advanced buildings: the Pig Iron Mine and the Pig Iron Furnace.

The construction tax is several times higher than that of the mine, and there is an additional reduction in the maintenance cost of the troops.

Ironthorn's infrastructure is not backward, the only thing that makes Hemmer unhappy is that Ironthorn has an altar to Kane, the god of the bloody hand.

Basically, Kane's temple and altar can be found in every Dark Elf city. Every year, the local population offers enough flesh and blood sacrifices to him. This does not include the extra sacrifices of the various sacrificial ceremonies.

Either captives or slaves, if neither is enough, then the common people are used to make up for it, which is not ruthless.

That's why when he saw Kane's altar, Hemmer felt that it was an eyesore.

"What kind of bullshit Kane, what's the difference between this bullshit Kane and the terror of the four gods of chaos." Hemer scolded, "Phew, it's not as good as being afraid of abuse." Everyone is under the banner of unanimous external order. You Kane make your own people work hard every day. Shame, it's a shame to say it. ”

To say that ordinary sacrifices are enough to affect development and prosperity, the most unacceptable thing for Hemmer is that when he reads the message of Kane's altar, several "midnight of death" memories of the original owner of the body flash in his mind.

The so-called Midnight of Death, this is the holiest night in the Dark Elf society.

On this night, all the witches would perform a sacred procession through the streets and alleys, capturing all the creatures they saw, regardless of their status or gender, and sending them to the temple as sacrifices to Kane. Also on the same night, the brides of Kane, the battle priestesses, will also take a large number of children, the little girls will be trained to be the heirs of witches, and the little boys will be thrown into the temple blood pool to kill each other, and only the few remaining boys will have the opportunity to be trained to be the best of the dark elf society--- even the dark elves are afraid of the assassins.

If a family is lucky enough to be forgiven by Kane at the middle of the night of death, and no relatives are taken away on that night, they will give their most favored slave or dying relative as a gift to their insatiable deity in gratitude for Kane's favor.

The original owner's sister was captured by the sacrifice and sacrificed to Kane, which is why the feedback of the memory is so strong.

"It's going to have to be like a way to tear down this Kane altar. However, Kane's faith is the foundation of the dark elves' society, and there is bound to be great resistance to rash action, and it may even be too much to provoke an uproar. This matter has to be considered in the long run. Hemmer got up and paced back and forth in the room.

In terms of the problems that arise in terms of religious beliefs, in addition to the Kane Altar, Hemmer also faces another problem: chaos.

Moras, who he serves, belongs to a hedonistic sect that worships Sanein, one of the four gods of chaos, and promotes extreme indulgence.

Cities captured by Moras's subordinate armies inevitably spread corrosion.

There are three types of general corrosion, Chaos Corrosion, Vampire Corrosion, and Skaven Corrosion.

Corrosion will deteriorate the local natural environment and affect the local social order, and if the corrosion is too high, the demons of Chaos, the vampire counts, and the Skaven people will appear in the province to create chaos and spread darkness.

Kane's faith is hateful, but it is not the primary problem, and now Hermer has to solve the problem of chaos propagation.

After pacing back and forth in the room, Hemmer's beautiful brows were almost knotted.

To stop the spread of chaos in Iron Thorn, the most important thing is to cut off the source of chaos. But herein lies the problem.

Hemmer knew better than anyone who was spreading chaos on his turf.

That's right, it's his own soldiers.

"The existing army in my hands is all from Aunt Mo's people, and they are basically from the Pleasure Sect, especially Eliden who also clearly brought the Pleasure Sect's retinue. They are the only ones here who can spread chaos. But I can't just disband all my men in order to solve the chaos problem. Such an approach is tantamount to cutting off one's own arm. Dissolution is not, and neither is dissolution. ”

Hemmer rubbed his white hair back and forth, letting out a painful wail.

"The key is that this problem can't be delayed, after a long time, when the rats and rats in Iron Thorn Town dig tunnels, and the demons outside the town run all over the ground, then there will really be no fun."

As Aunt Mo's subordinate, Hemmer has a heart that yearns for order.

"Trouble, hey, trouble."

The two fearful spearmen standing guard in the hallway heard the movement in the room, you look at me, I look at you, staring wide-eyed.

In the end, I decided to keep my head up and pretend that I didn't hear anything.

Who knows if the lord is angry now, going in and being scolded?

It was snowing heavily outside the window, and Hemmer couldn't think of a good way, so he simply took off his shoes and fell on the luxurious velvet quilt and twisted it.

After a long time, he covered the quilt and sighed, "If it was the lord of Marekis, at least the Witch King would not accept Chaos." ”

Wait a minute!

Hemmer had an idea, and sat up from the bed abruptly.

"That's right, wouldn't it be nice to strictly prohibit the promotion of indulgence under the slogan of spicy shredded chicken?" Hemmer laughed.

But when he thought about it, he realized that it was impossible.

"Banning the Pleasure Sect, isn't it the opposite of Aunt Mo?"

If he does this, it will be tantamount to defecting from Moras's faction, and when Moras hears about the matter here, he will inevitably send troops to suppress it.

The blue pupils lost their highlights, and Hemmer stiffened back onto the bed.

It didn't work, he really couldn't.

Hemmer wasn't without the idea of building some corrosion-inhibiting buildings in Ironsphorn to counteract the effects of his men.

However, in the dark elf's building sequence, the only building that has reduced corrosion is the city tunnel, or the building used to prevent Skaven's corrosion, and the bull's head is not the horse's mouth.

Just when Hemmer was at a loss, he realized that this matter had to be solved from the human side.

Since the Kane Faith exists in Iron Thorn Town at the same time, he has brought the Joy Sect Faith with him.

So why not fight poison with poison? Using the Kane Faith to Balance the Cult of Pleasure?

Hemmer came back to his senses, remembering several ways to curb corrosion in the game, and this time he decided to start with technology and the law.

Anyway, he has just occupied the town of Iron Thorn, and all kinds of waste are waiting to be rebuilt, and all the policies are waiting to be implemented, and how to adjust the law depends on the will of Hemer alone.

He quickly flipped through the Dark Elves' technological reform line, and really found such a policy to contain chaos with the help of Kane's faith.

[Kane Festival]: Increases the special protection of Witch Spirits and Killing Sisters by 5%.

All provinces are not affected by the Corrosion increase

"Praise be to him, he is the god of killing, the lord of war. Kayla Mansa Kane, ruthless and supreme!'

Reforms in reality are not like in the game that need to solve the technology line in front of the institute to be implemented, with conditional support, he can implement some reforms that are beneficial to himself at will, just pay attention to the time between orders that will not be too frequent and arouse public resentment.

"That's it. Hey. Hemmer intends to borrow the ideas of this decree to curb the corruption caused by the Cult of Pleasure.

This decree requires sacrificial sacrifices, and it is impossible to comply with them, the people are the end, not the means, and to resist the Pleasure sect by providing sacrificial sacrifices in support of the Kane faith is putting the cart before the horse.

Then the question arises, how to open a Kane celebration without sacrifices.

The Temple of Kane asks for nothing more than the old three, war, sacrifices, and money.

The first two Hemmer can't provide it, can't he still withdraw the money?

Now it's really...

Well, but I've finally figured out a feasible solution, so it's just a matter of waiting for the money to arrive.

Using the Kane faith to balance the Pleasure Sect is a good idea. At the end of the day, the two ideal solutions in Hemer's mind were to introduce a new belief system, and it would be nice to drag any of the gods from the High Elves faith, the predecessor of the Dark Elves. But to implement this idea, I am afraid that it will be as difficult as climbing into the sky. You can only do your best depending on the situation.

The second, and most effective, is to break away from Morath's faction by either seeking the support of Marekis or simply forming a new Dark Elf faction on its own. This path is also the one that Hermer thinks is the most feasible.

After he turned Iron Thorn Town into a steel fortress, it was time to incarnate Erwuzai.

"Aunt Mo, I'm sorry, I'm an order policeman." The moonlight poured through the latticework and into the room, and Hemmer leaned into the shadows at the head of the bed and smiled treacherously.

Knock knock.

There was a knock at the door.

Hemmer immediately retracted his expression and asked, "Who?" ”

"Lord Helmer, it's Lord Eliden who wants to see you."

Eliden? What is she doing at this time? Hemmer looked puzzled.

"Let her in."

Hemmer straightened his white hair like a chicken coop, got up and sat down at his desk, and turned his head to look at the sorceress who pushed the door in.

As for the dress of the sorceresses, Hemmer has always been incomprehensible, why they always wear so little, are they not afraid of catching a cold?

Eliden's summer-style sorceress outfit, Hemmer shivered as she watched.

"My lord, forgive me for taking the liberty of interrupting me." Eliden walked into the room, leaning over and winking at Hemmer.

It's a pity that Hemer, who is puzzled, is now thinking about whether she is cold or not, and thinks that Eliden's eyelids are so cold that her eyelids are jumping.

Tsk, the women of the Pleasure Sect really never admit defeat, and in order to pursue beauty, they don't even care about their bodies.

"Sit. There are no outsiders here, everything is casual. Helmer reached out to the wooden chair across from him, motioning for Eliden to excuse himself.

"Well, what do you mean there are no outsiders here... My lord really understands, it seems that the ignorance in front of Lord Morath is faked. Eliden chuckled and closed the door with his backhand.

"Understood? What do you know? Hemmer tilted his head.

Eliden did not sit across from him, but slowly walked towards him, as if his feet were weak, and he slipped directly into his arms.

"My lord, don't lie to yourself, you understand."

"I said Eliden, why don't you sleep at night? Did the local nobles rebel, or did the newly recruited captives make trouble? ”

Eliden's soft and innocent ketone body rubbed hard against Hemer, and then put his hand on his lips, and the bones of the laughing man were crisp, "Lord Lord, you can really joke. They were so impressed by your majesty that they could not do the opposite... What's more, I'm here..."

"Hey, what are you doing, how do you do it?" Hemmer shrank back, and Eliden gritted his teeth and took advantage of the situation to pursue.

Bang.

The two fell from their chairs to the ground.

The two guards standing guard in the corridor swallowed their saliva at the same time, looked at each other's eyes, and silently pressed their guns.

The lord is playing really wild.

...

Hemmer had pain in her back, and Eliden was still pressing on her.

"My lord, I'm cold—" Eliden said as he took off his cloak and said delicately.

She didn't believe that Hermer could hold on to this position.

Hemmer flicked Eliden's hand away, and was immediately stunned, "Cold? "It turns out that a sorceress really feels cold.

"And you're still dressed like that? Don't say it sooner. Aren't you afraid of catching a cold? Hemmer pushed Eliden away, stood up and clapped his hands, "Come on, bring some warm clothes for Eliden, hurry up." ”

Two terror spearmen at the door who were pressing their guns: ....

Eliden uncloaking: ....

"What are you stunned about, you are already wearing less, and you still take it off, and if you take it off again, it will be gone." Hemmer helped the stunned Eliden tie his cloak, and then sat on a face, like looking at his sister who was not good at wearing a sweater in winter.

There was a brief silence in the room.

A dreadspearman respectfully brought a trench coat to protect against the cold and placed it on Hemer's desk before retiring.

Eliden had red eyes and stared at Hemmer, but he saw that the other party lightly picked up the thick trench coat and came behind her to put it on her, and instructed earnestly, "On such a cold day, you should wear more." Look at what you usually wear, ah, such a thin fabric, can it keep out the cold, can't it, you don't have the ability to do it, you know. If you wear it again, you'll catch a cold. ”

After finishing the work, he patted himself on the shoulder, and told himself to wear more ???

Elaidon felt that thousands of years had been wasted, and she was even more sure that Hemmer's brain might be pumping from time to time.

"Go to sleep, ah, go to bed early and get up early, good night."

By the time Eliden came to her senses again, she was already standing in the hallway of the doorway.

Boom.

There was a heavy slamming of the door behind him.

All three in the hallway fell silent at the same time.

It's so easy for me to take the initiative once, but you make me lose so completely!

Eliden was so annoyed that he stomped the carpet and went back to his lodgings in a rage.

What she didn't know was that behind the door, Hemer was lying limply on the ground, her little heart pounding. He wiped his cold sweat while breathing rapidly, "Riding a horse, fortunately I was witty, and I was almost tempted by Slaanesh." ”