Before leaving, Hemmer had a premonition that the war would be protracted and the return date was unpredictable, so he told Fezzain in advance to try his best to appease the low-level nobles during his absence, and to start preparations for the expansion of the basic buildings of Iron Thorn Town, which would be financed by taxes and not reported to him.

After explaining the government affairs, Hemmer ordered his most trusted Khill to guard the town of Iron Thorn, strictly prevent rebellion and riots, and guard the rear for him.

The two respectfully received the order.

With military and political arrangements in place, Helmer personally led a thousand troops all the way north, passing through the Black Avenue in the eastern part of the province of Quintex to the Black Coast, where he joined the main army of the province that was besieging Anaheim.

Ten days later, the Anaheim Heath.

On a high hill, the stubborn Hemmer and the remarkable Eliden stood side by side, looking out at the huge military camp in the distance, dumbfounded.

"Aunt Mo dragged all the family out this time..."

Hemer's turquoise pupils were filled with patches of purple military tents, and nearly a hundred breathtaking towering black towers were connected to each other.

The size of the company camp was beyond Hemer's imagination: Morath's army occupied the entire plain and the forests on both sides, and the tents of the dark elves were densely packed to the end of the eye, especially the star-studded fortress in the center of the camp, which was built and operated like a man.

Morath literally picked up a Dark Fortress just outside of Anaheim.

The wind and sand were everywhere, and the plain was desolate, and through the dim dust, Hemer could faintly see the dense army of dark elves like an ant colony not far away.

It is said that an irrational ruler is more difficult to deal with than a wise and martial emperor.

He kind of grasped the true meaning of these words. Aunt Mo has never been a good stubble, and she has never had scruples about what she wants to do.

As soon as it was struck, it was the whole army stud.

Not only Hemmer and Xin were shocked, but Aurelia and Ellen who accompanied him were also unable to speak for a long time.

Previously, they were still full of confidence in the Shadow King's army, but at this moment, a thought rose in the hearts of the sister and brother at the same time.

No one can stop the terrifying, cold-blooded army below.

The warriors from Ironthorn Town looked fanatical, raising their weapons one by one and cheering excitedly, eager to join Morath's army and point their swords at Anaheim.

Suddenly, a furious dragon roar came from the peaks behind everyone.

Hemmer and the others hurriedly turned their heads and looked back, and it was a huge black dragon that suddenly rushed into the sky, flapping its wings and flying towards the military camp below.

"This is our Black Dragon!" There were recruits who shouted with ecstasy.

Rubbing the rapidly circulating air in his ears, even Hemmer was excited at the moment, the powerful power always made people's hearts surge, and he suddenly felt that this war was not without a chance of winning.

"Stay in formation and go!" Hemmer calmed the hearts of the army and led the men towards the camp below.

The barracks, which cover more than ten miles, are lined with tall towers and dense sentry posts, looking down from above, like a group of black fortresses.

Here, Hemmer was able to see the mighty military power of the supreme sorceress Moras.

The troops he had seen earlier in Hila Table-Tar were nothing compared to what they had seen here.

The black dragon's wings spread widely, soaring high in the air of the barracks. Countless harpies passed by them, and the gates of the barracks, guarded by a hundred warriors, were left behind. What comes into view is the orderly rows of military tents and staggered aisles, and the spires of the Dark Elves. Gripping the reins, Helmer led his army through the outlying barracks, with no end in sight.

Stationed on the periphery were all elite troops under Moras's hands.

For example, a chariot pulled by two fierce cold lizards can carry three people, one driving the chariot and two crossbowmen.

Different from the weak frontal combat strength of long-range vehicles of other races, the Cold Lizard Chariot, including the Cold Lizard that pulls the cart, and the body are covered with extremely heavy armor, and the axle has two extended spiral blades.

At this time, the cruel cold lizards are being kept in captivity, and the beast trainers of the dark elves will often reduce the amount of meat they feed, and provoke fights between the cold lizards to eliminate the weak ones, which makes the surviving cold lizards all extremely murderous beasts.

The Plaguewalker Chariot is also a three-person vehicle, pulled by a dark steed that is more stable than the Cold Lizard, although its defense is weaker than that of the Cold Lizard Chariot, but it is faster, and the Shadow Warrior carries it uses an improved rear power crossbow, which greatly increases the effective range and has a stronger attack ability.

While walking through the barracks, Hope also meets the class he wants most: the Thunderbolt Devil.

Almost known as a mobile shooting bunker, the Thunderbolt Devil with superior long-range striking ability is a nightmare for the Dark Elves' opponents, and it is rumored that their arrows are as fierce as thunder, and they are more accurate than the Black Sharp Repeater Grenade Devils, especially good at shooting eyes and causing enemies to die in agony.

As the Witch King's own mother, Moras's army also has a large number of Witch King's personal guards, the Naga Longde Black Guard.

The heavily armoured, halberd-armed Black Guard is used to target the High Elves' Phoenix Guard, and while they may be a little weaker in combat, their absolute loyalty to Malekis and Morath will make up for it.

The people of Iron Thorn Town looked around excitedly as if Grandma Liu had entered the Grand View Garden, looking forward to becoming one of them in the future.

Suddenly, the ground trembled violently, and Hurmer hurriedly looked in the direction of the source, a war hydra with the size of a small mountain was passing in the distance, its red scales standing out against the purple background.

As if sensing this gaze, one of the heads of the hydra glanced over at Hemer.

Hemer came out that this was the one Morath rode on the battlefield of Hiradro-Tar.

I actually met it again here.

The hydra spat out the snake hyacinth and left slowly, but everyone was still immersed in the shock just now.

As he went deeper and deeper into the inner camp, Hemmer met with Morath's two ace troops.

The Sisters of Calamity and the Slaanesh Reapers.

The former is made up of the elite of the Witch Spirits, the agile and melee dual-wielding sisters who wield daggers coated with a special poison that causes their targets to unconsciously and furiously want to kill.

The Sisters of Calamity are instantly recognizable for their blood-like hair, and the High Elves call them the spokesmen of madness and ruthlessness in slaughter.

The Slaanesh Reaper, as soon as he heard it, knew that it was a unique private soldier in the hands of Moras.

They are some of the most ardent cultists of the Cult of Pleasure, riding dark horses and wielding swords, but melee combat is not the specialty of the Slaanesh Reapers, who are more adept at inflicting extreme pain on their enemies with their evil soulstealing and heart-piercing wrist skulls.

Wherever Moras's army comes, it will become a hotbed of chaos.

The forest environment of Anaheim Nyinghe quickly changed, covering it with a dull gray, and the ground beneath his feet shattered and cracked, bursting with hot magma.

Chaos spreads through the region, enveloping the mighty city of Anaheim that towers over the coastline in the distance.

Hemmer led his troops through the layers of checkpoints and into the barracks, followed by Aurelia and Ellen on horseback, looking around the dense army of darkness around them with trepidation.

In their eyes, it was simply a gathering of devils. Can the Shadow King's Nagaris legion really stop them...

But Hemmer in front of him was different, he was really hot to look at the hustle and bustle of the gods returning to their places.

For a moment, I couldn't help but sigh: "Through the early years, the year is in the ugly, and at the beginning of the twilight spring, I will be in the shade of Anaheim Mountain, and I will repair the army." The sages are complete, and the young are salty. There are lofty mountains and mountains here, barren land magma, and there are blue waves beating waves, reflecting the left and right, leading to the song and swallow dance of the warbler, and the second place is seated. ”

"All the fucking are elites, if I have this batch of troops, tsk, won't take off?"

In Moras's barracks, Helmer's army was warmly welcomed, and Aunt Mo asked him to station his scum troops in the inner circle, so as not to be defeated by the Shadow King's hermit troops before the war began, which would affect morale.

Helmer gladly complied.

Soon after, two reinforcements from Hiradro Taal City and Broken Moon Harbor arrived, and Morath's army became even more powerful.

That night, in order to welcome the arrival of reinforcements, with Morath's acquiescence, the barracks began a kind of social party that could only be understood and not spoken.

This is where we have to mention the livelihood of the Dark Elves and the relationship between the Cult of Pleasure.

It is well known that Durucci was a slave society that periodically self-degraded its population with no trust between people at all.

Moreover, every war will suffer heavier casualties than the High Elves, and then there will be perverted festivals such as Midnight of Death, and living in a barren area with ice and snow, the population of the Dark Elves should be less than that of the High Elves.

But in fact, the population of the two sides has always been about equal.

The reason why the dark elves can maintain the population is that in addition to the stability of the large rear, the likes of plundering the population, and the addition of many subjective and objective factors such as the advancement of the ruling class and the effective strategic planning, more importantly, they indulge in the liberation of nature.

The Pleasure Sect founded by Moras preaches the ultimate indulgence, and in the face of this powerful doctrine of reproduction, the High Elves' subtle advocacy of reproduction is very ineffective.

In addition, the Joy Sect will also hold unobstructed conventions on a regular basis. For example, the Dark Elves have launched a successful raid, so it's a good time to hold an unobstructed convention.

The Witch King's birthday is here, and such a big happy event must be held.

The Witch King's birthday has been held, and all of you Truzi think about it like this, and you can't be partial to your lords.

Birthday, do! Get a promotion and a raise, do it! Victory in the war against the High Elves? Do! Failed? In order to boost morale, do!

Don't care what happens, it can be summed up in one word, do it!

The dark elves have nothing to do, on the contrary, if the high elves next door dare to do this, I am afraid that they will not be checked by the Hoth Sword Master.

Hemer, who follows the local customs, naturally can't restrain his troops at this time, and daring to stop it would be a public outrage, so he had to let his men go down to a sorority that applauded love.

Eliden, who was accustomed to seeing her, did not go, and she was now interested in Hermert, so she came to Hermer's camp.

It just so happened that Ellen couldn't stand the fatigue of the long journey and went to sleep, so a man and a woman looked at each other in the military tent.

Listen to the sound of the sound coming from all directions.

Hurmer's cheeks were hot, Eliden was calm, and Aurelia was puzzled, "Hemmer, why are you blushing?" ”

Asked by the simple Aurelia, the old otaku Hemmer let out a long sigh.

Eliden covered his mouth and smiled evilly: "Probably refreshed." ”

Hemmer coughed dryly: "Don't ask more, it's the wax applied to protect against the cold when it's cold." ”

Eliden and Aurelia couldn't get along, so they naturally couldn't speak, and in the face of the two beautiful girls with their own strengths, Hemmer was panicked. As a result, there was an awkward silence in the military tent.

"It's boring." Eliden slouched on the table and sighed.

She also wanted to experience the joy of being burned by dry wood and fire, but she didn't want to be disturbed by Aurelia.

Hemmer was also bored, and even more felt that he couldn't stay like this any longer, and that he had to be distracted.

But right now, apart from going to a party with a slacker atmosphere, there's not much entertainment to do.

He thought about it for a long time, and when he saw the blank cardboard on the table, he had an idea.

Half an hour later, from the barracks, Hemmer's incomparably heroic shout came out:

"You may not know what it was to win 35.78 million with only 200,000 yuan back then. We generally only use two words to describe this kind of person, gambling monster. ”

"I often say that back then, Chen Daozai, he could win 37 million with 20 yuan, and I won 5 million with 200,000, it's not a problem!"

Hemer smiled: "Go alone for a 6." ”

Eliden took the card: "K." ”

Seeing that Aurelia's face was in trouble, Hemmer immediately instigated, "Come to Zhang 2 and get rid of her." Auntie, hurry up. Don't bother with it. ”

Aurelia held the playing cards made by Hemmer in her hand, thinking that according to the rules he said, she and Eliden were old farmers of Bato, and they had to deal with him, the Knight of the Holy Grail, together to win.

She didn't listen to his nonsense, shook her head and refused to play her cards.

Seeing that Aurelia was not fooled, Hermer was annoyed and embarrassed and played a 2.

Eliden: "Little Wang." ”

Helmer: ....

"Pour Auntie a cappuccino, start your bomb show, blow her up."

Aurelia: Four triple bombs.

Pretty!

There were only four cards left in his hand, and when Hemer saw that he was winning, he smiled at Eliden and said: Seventeen cards, can you kill me in seconds, can you kill me in seconds? You're going to beat me with seventeen cards today, and I'm going to eat the cards in my hand on the spot.

"Really?" Elaidon smiled like a flower, and Hemmer suddenly felt bad.

I saw Eliden throw out a bomb, and then spread out his hand in a dashing manner: "Airplane." ”

Hemmer petrified in place, tactically silent.