In the early hours of the second morning, a loud trumpet sounded in the hellish city of Anaheim.

The warriors of the Dark Elves and High Elves breathed a sigh of relief, gathered their troops, and slowly retreated.

Morath and Shadow King Aris fought for a day and night, and neither could help the other, so exhausted, they each returned to unite their troops and prepared for the next offensive and defense.

Generally speaking, the dark elves had the upper hand in this battle, not only breaking through the outer city of Anaheim, but also plundering a large number of high elf slaves and wealth, and their morale was high under the influence of killing attainments, on the contrary, the high elves could only watch their homes being destroyed, the morale of the army was weakened, and the morale was low, if it weren't for the charismatic shadow king, they would have collapsed long ago.

Morath led the Dark Elves in the outer city, while the High Elves gathered in the inner city, and there was almost no barrier between the two armies, and skirmishes were still taking place in the streets and alleys, but the army could still recuperate.

In the afternoon, the Chinese army camp.

Morath leaned lazily on the high-backed throne, examining the battle damage reports of the various ministries that had been brought up by the statistician.

Below, the Dark Lords and Sorceresses stood on the left and right.

According to the statistics of various ministries, more than half of the casualties of yesterday's fighting army were killed, and only a few of the few troops were even left alive.

You can see how fierce the battle was.

Even Moras, who had always squandered the lives of his followers, couldn't help frowning at this time.

"More than half of the army was killed—" Moras casually tossed his watch onto the table, looking condescendingly at his servants.

Most of the people present hung up their lottery.

Among them, Hemmer was especially heavy, and his whole breath was sluggish, not only with a plaster cast hanging from his left hand, but also with a few stitches on his cheek, which looked miserable and miserable.

"I didn't expect Nagareth's resistance to be so fierce." Morath's magnetic, feminine voice echoed in the ears of every leader of the Joy Sect.

"Calvesis, you said Alasta appeared at the West Gate?"

"Yes, my Empress." Korvesish came out of the queue and responded: "Originally, our army had already taken the West Gate before sunset and was about to occupy the central square in one fell swoop, but Alasta led the Lother Navy to appear in the High Elf camp and inflicted heavy damage on our army. ”

Korvesis's face was slightly pale and his breath was sluggish, and it was clear that he had suffered a lot of losses against Alasta.

"How many of them are there?"

Korvesis shook his head and said apologetically: "The subordinates couldn't see clearly, and a rough estimate is that there are hundreds of people in the White Lion Guards of Challus. ”

"Hundreds?" Morath wondered, "If it's Itaeon's reinforcements arriving, it shouldn't be just that. It was supposed to be the forward army of Itaeon. ”

"I don't blame you for this, let's get in the ranks."

"Yes, Empress." Korvesis walked back to stand in the queue.

"Most of the follow-up troops on Osune Island are already on their way, and they may arrive here at any time." Moras reasoned, "But their efforts were in vain. Soon, this magnificent harbor city will finally be under my command, and it is the will of the Phoenix Empress. Believe me, the pain you go through will be rewarded tenfold, a hundredfold. ”

Everyone looked up and saw Morath's confident expression, and almost no one could resist the charm of those charming purple eyes.

Bright daylight poured through the drapery on the throne, and Morath's face was gorgeous and young, without the slightest hint of the sophistication of the passage of time. I can't help but feel that the appearance of a person is really a deceptive thing, just looking at her face, the frustration of the lords disappeared in an instant, and they were willing to sacrifice their lives for her.

Hemmer couldn't be exempt from vulgarity, just by being glanced at by Moras, he suddenly didn't want to work hard....

But fortunately, the young man was firm in his heart and didn't want to have anything to do with Slaane, so he hurriedly recalled in his heart the beautiful posture of the country like a flower, and then calmed down.

"You have worked hard, go down and integrate the troops first, and attack the inner city early tomorrow morning."

"Honor the Queen's life."

The lord and the sorceress respectfully withdrew from the camp.

"Hemer."

Hemer was about to leave the door when Morath stopped him from behind.

In an instant, Hemer's mind was spinning.

This lonely man and widow are in the same room... Or the Aunt Mo of the Slaanesh believers... She wouldn't want to tarnish her innocence, would she?

If that's the case, Hemmer admits that he and Aunt Mo have both figured out the names of their children in this second.

At that moment, Nagarond in the far north, the witch king Marekis, who was resting on the Black Throne, sneezed without warning...

"Do you have any other orders?" Despite the thumping of his heart, Hemmer asked respectfully with a normal face.

"It's nothing, you've done a good job, you've worked hard." Morath smiled instead, "I've heard about some interesting things you're doing in Ironsphorn Town, though. I don't care how you like to treat the weak. But remember, kindness is a poison. Ambition and unscrupulous means are Truzi's way of survival. Such a man is worthy to rule over the ignorant. ”

Morath's headless words won't be able to fix it for Hemer.

What happened to me in Iron Thorn Town, did I mean to accept prisoners of war, or was it the reform of the First Five-Year Plan?

How many details did Eliden report to Aunt Mo?

He was thinking at the moment, Aunt Mo should see through the color of her underwear...

"Understood." Helmer's humble acceptance of the show made Morath very useful.

She snorted, stretching lazily as her curves radiated a fatal attraction.

Don't look at and don't listen to Hemer's incivility, and his face is like an old monk.

"Go down, I'm going to rest for a while." Morath waved her hand wearily.

Hemmer then withdrew from the camp, inwardly slandering, "A goblin who wants a human life." ”

...

On the way back to his camp, Hemmer met many wounded soldiers.

The soldiers lay in their tents, trembling and moaning...

Truzi's medical resources are severely scarce, few of the wounded can be effectively treated, the minor wounded cannot be cared for, and the serious injuries are directly equivalent to death.

After all, they are better at killing than at saving.

The fate of most of the wounded was already sealed on the battlefield, and it was only a matter of death in another place to be carried back to the camp.

Unable to bear to see the wounded worse than dead, Hemmer continued to walk with a heavy heart.

By chance, he met the war hydra.

The massive hydra was now covered in wounds, covered in swords, spears, and halberds, and dripping with blood. One of its heads was also cut off with a sharp weapon, and its original majestic appearance looked extremely desolate at this time.

It was perched on the ground, its four heads licking its wounds in disgust.

Hemer guessed that no less than one of the people in Nagareth's army who could cut off the head of the hydra had one hand, most likely by the fierce man of the Shadow King.

However, although the injury was severe, it was not enough to make the hydra ineffective, and it had great regenerative powers, and another head would soon grow from the broken neck.

The hydra caught a glimpse of Hemmer looking at it, and it was smart enough to recognize that the little dot had a relationship with itself.

Speaking of which, when it first met Hemer, the other party was really a big-headed soldier everywhere, but he didn't expect that in less than a month, he was actually promoted to the Dread Lord.

Now that it's recovering from its injuries, it's not interested in saying hello to this little one.

The hydra curled up on all four heads and continued to clean the wound.

Hemmer scratched his head and walked back to his barracks.

"My lord, this is the casualty statistics." He had just sat down in his chair when a junior officer walked in and presented the form.

Hemer came out as the commander of his Second Gloomy Swordsmen, Anzales.

He nodded, took the watch and looked solemn.

In yesterday's battle alone, more than half of the Ironthorn army was killed or wounded: more than 300 killed, 100 seriously wounded, and 200 lightly wounded.

The casualty rate is as high as six floors.

His army numbered a thousand men.

Hemer's heart was about to break, he put his watch on the table, and suddenly said, "Anzales, you are from Iron Thorn Town, right?" ”

"Yes, sir. The subordinates brought their relatives to join the adult army when recruiting soldiers in the conscription camp. ”

Although he didn't know why Hemmer suddenly asked this, Anzales still reciprocated truthfully.

"Find someone for me." Hemmer smiled sourly and picked up a portrait from the table and handed it to Anzales.

"Name, family background. These should be detailed. ”

The corpse of the gloomy swordsman who blocked the sword for him was in the control of the High Elves, and he couldn't send someone to restrain him, so he could only draw the appearance of the other party first and check his family history.

"Yes." Anzales took the portrait and looked at it, not having the impression of the man in his mind. So he prepared to go to the barracks and ask questions.

After Anzales left, the military tent fell silent.

Hemmer took off his shin armor and carefully moved to the bed, where he placed his plaster cast on his left hand and looked at the top of the tent with his right hand on his pillow, recalling that he had come to Warhammer, and the images of several battles were vivid.

"How can human life be so despise..."

Hemmer sighed.

I don't know how long, Eliden walked into the tent and saw Hemmer lying alone on the bed, his beautiful face was even more than a woman's, the sorceress's heart suddenly fluttered, she showed a villain's evil smile, tiptoed over, and then threw herself into Hemer's arms, wanting to kiss him on the cheek.

Click!

In the next moment, the entire Iron Thorn Town army garrison heard the screams like killing pigs.

The left hand that was originally in a plaster cast was hit again!

The extreme pain is that you can no longer feel the pain.

The vastness is like Feng Xuan resisting the wind, and he doesn't know where it stops; fluttering like a legacy of independence, feathering and ascending to immortals.

Hemmer was on the verge of death.

Only then did Eliden remember that Hemmer was still suffering, and realized that she was in trouble, she panicked a little helplessly, and when she saw Hemmer howling again, she quickly helped him up, and asked anxiously, "Lord Hermer, are you okay?"

Hemer's forehead was bruised, his face was as pale as snow, and he bowed to his right hand tremblingly, "No... It's okay, it's just a fatal wound. ”

Eliden was amused by Hemer's words, but she wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh when she saw that the white gauze wrapped around Hemer's left hand had been stained red with blood.

At this time, Aurelia walked in with a fruit bowl.

Seeing this, Eliden hurriedly explained Fang Cai's situation.

Aurelia put down the fruit plate and sat down beside Hemer, and reached out with a snow-white slender hand pressed on Hemer's left shoulder, a gentle glow emerged from the palm of his hand, surrounding Hemer's arm, and the wound on it was rapidly healing the scar.

Hemmer felt his hands warm and didn't hurt at all, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

"Is this life magic?"

Eliden looked at Aurelia for a long time and blinked.

"Hmm. Actually, it's not really, it's just a simple use of the wind of life magic. ”

"What! Aurelia: Will you be magical?! Why didn't you tell me? Helmer looked at Aurelia with her eyes glowing.

Aurelia was stared at by Hemer, her cheeks tintining.

"You didn't ask..."

"That's right, too." Hemer sneered, then took Aurelia's slender arm with his right hand, his eyes sincere, "Coach, I want to learn magic!" ”

Teach.. Instructor? What is this called...

Aurelia was confused, but she understood what was going on.

"But I can only do life magic..."

"Just learn this, just learn this!" Hemer's big eyes were filled with a thirst for knowledge.

He's figured it out, and he's going to have a fart.

Come out and mix, you have to be able to use magic!

The noble master is the end of all the doorways.

Hemmer wants to learn life magic?

"But Helmer.... You're a dark elf—" Aurelia had never seen anyone learn the magic of life.

"It's not a big problem. You just think of me as a High Elf. "Hemmer just won't let go.

Eliden on the side was dumbfounded.

Not to mention that the male Truzzie basically didn't learn magic, and he wouldn't learn the life department that was friendly with nature.

That's the magic that only wood elves and high elves play...

She finally understood why Hemmer was so different, and that she had always failed.

A Truuzzi doesn't learn death magic and looks at life magic! The rats are all bridesmaids for the cats!