The Battle of Anaheim ended with the nearly total annihilation of the defenders of Nagareth. The High Elf Kingdom had a very unfortunate defeat.

This was the first large-scale revenge operation by the Dark Elves since the High Elves attacked Nagarond in 2423.

For a long time, the Dark Elves were mostly the losing side in the war with their High Elf cousins, and this time Morath led his army to Anaheim and inflicted a heavy defeat on Nagareth, which undoubtedly changed the Dark Elves' long-standing decline.

However, although the Cult of Pleasure nominally occupied Anaheim, due to the desperate resistance of the Shadow King Aris, the army of Nagareth, which occupied the advantageous location, almost wiped out the living force of the Cult of Pleasure above the sixth floor. At the end of this battle, the number of dead and wounded of the dark elves, excluding the sacrificed slaves, far exceeded that of the high elves.

At the same time, fierce battles broke out in the Doomsday Woodlands to the north and the vast oceans to the southeast.

Hagrid Grave's Prince of the Dark Elves, Marus Blackblade, was ordered by the Witch King Marekis to intercept the Ariel Twin Sisters in the woodland outside the Bleak Fortress, and the two sides fought a bloody battle in the jungle.

The Battle of the Vast Ocean was as tragic as the Divine Bless Evil Party leader Locsia Fallen Heart gathered fifteen Black Arks, including the flagship "God Bless the Tower of Terror", to meet thirteen giant dragon ships led by the elven princess Ityrne.

Above the rough sea, the deafening soul cannon of the Black Ark and the invincible and powerful star blade of the giant dragon ship once again duel.

During the battle, the Black Ark "Frost Eater" was rammed and sunk by the giant dragon ship "Planaya" in the battle, and the crazy Loscia ordered the fleet to jump ship in hand-to-hand combat, and the giant dragon ship "Orred" and all members of the Lothern Navy, including the commander Itaine noble Kalena, were killed.

After six hours of fierce fighting, the war ended with the withdrawal of the Itaeon fleet first, and then the unmanned "Orred" was sunk by order of Locsia.

There is never a winner in war. The losses on both sides were far greater than those of most battles in the Age of Revenge.

Nagaris lost the military town of Anaheim, and the Cult of Pleasure was also greatly weakened in this war, although the Witch King Malekis and his mother Moras provided reinforcements, but in fact, the relationship between the mother and son has not eased, after all, the Witch King's move has more implications for the High Elves.

In any case, the war finally stopped. There will be a long truce between the two sides in this war, and some predict that no further major war will break out on either side.

Because in the northern region of Nagarus, the Norsca barbarians who believe in chaos are restless, frequently invading the territory of the dark elves westward to plunder, and the witch king Marekis sits in Nagarond and personally guards the country. Unless necessary, he will not leave the royal capital easily recently.

The High Elf kingdoms of Ulthuan are also unmotivated to expand the war, on the one hand, the fleet of the ruthless Aisarion is fighting against the Greenskins in the Badlands; On the other hand, the Prince of the Council of War, Tyrion, and the Eternal Queen of Avalon, Ellarili, were physically and mentally exhausted by the Witch King's offensive in lieu of defense, and they were still too busy to defend the territory of Osun, and they were no longer able to use force against Nagaros.

The two sides are at a stalemate at the level of grand strategy, and skirmishes on the vast ocean still occur from time to time, but these are all reserved entertainment in the daily life of the elves.

Elves can't live without civil war, just as an empire can't do without Emperor Sigmar.

.....

On the night of the storming of Anaheim, the Dark Elves turned the once glorious city of High Elves into a living hell in order to vent their anger and satisfy their desire to kill and plunder.

In the milky marble square in the center of the city, thousands of High Elves, including defected slaves, immobile wounded soldiers, and a large number of innocent citizens, were guillotined like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and each roll of the human head caused a roar of excitement around them.

That night, each of the Hal Goncy executioners blunted an average of three long knives.

In the chaotic streets, a lonely figure was walking alone towards the coast, and the fleeing High Elf citizens saw it from afar, fleeing in the other direction like a plague god, and the passing Dark Elf soldiers saw it and saluted respectfully, and then continued to chase their prey excitedly.

The night was lit up by flames, and countless civilians were being chased by soldiers, panicking in the sea breeze. The wind was also an invading enemy, darling and pounding fiercely on the doors of the courtyards, pouring the smoke into every crevice.

At that moment, the sound of a child whimpering could be heard in the grass. Hemer looked over and saw a mother crying silently, her face flushed, and she covered the mouth of her crying child.

She looked at Hemer, fear overriding grief for a moment.

Looking at her teary eyes, Hemmer was suddenly a little overwhelmed, not knowing what kind of identity and way he should comfort the other party, after all, he was an intruder himself.

Several witches noticed the change in the grass, and they ran over, first saluting Hemer, who was standing nearby, and then smiling towards the mother and daughter, Hemmer stretched out his hand, trying to dissuade them, but the murderous witches had already rushed forward.

The tragedy is happening right now.

Splatters of blood hit the broadleaves, dripping down to soak the rotten dirt.

Continuing with a heavy sense of guilt, the scenery on both sides kept changing, but there was nothing alive except for the collapsed, destroyed buildings, and the armor and weapons that fell to the ground. On this cruel night, Hemmer could see all the evils that anyone could think of. He inhales choking smoke with every breath.

The dirty, painful faces of the mother and son, and the faces of the fallen soldiers beside him, had been alternately in his mind. Excessive confusion distracted him, and he reversed himself in self-compulsion. Finally, Hemmer stood on the soft sand of Anaheim Harbor, the nearby ocean lit up by the city's firelight, rippling with golden waves.

The sea breeze blew through Hemer's cheeks, which were covered with blood and dust, and he felt wet and cool to the touch, and he took a deep breath, and the frost wind carried the water and breathed it into his lungs, which was not pleasant.

He drew his sword and plunged it into the sand, grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and fell to one knee, his forehead pressed against the cold blade, silent and silent.

This is the border of hell, and only the sound of the noise of the waves echoing in my ears.

Hemmer thought that he shouldn't have possibly gone to the High Elves in his own position, but he still felt sad.

A dead mother holding her child... The young warrior who used the knife for himself... The faces of the soldiers who died tragically at the gates of the city appeared one by one.

Hemmer listened to the sound of the waves, and his heart was extremely struggling and confused, as if he had been dug a hole by life, empty and a little cold.

At some point, Eliden came to his side, her hands in the pockets of her trench coat, standing gracefully facing the wind, her black pupils carrying starlight and crimson, and her deep eyes looking at the endless ocean in the distance.

"If Lord Hemmer is feeling confused about the dead soldiers in Ironthorn Town, or the citizens who were slaughtered behind him, it is better to go back and sleep better than to waste his feelings."

Eliden's voice was cold, like the sea breeze at night, dry and lonely.

Hemmer squinted at her.

There were no lights, only moonlight on the sorceress's pale skin. Her shiny black hair was messily in front of her forehead, covering one eye. The lace lace on the cuffs of the trench coat is like the thin wings of a white butterfly, always fluttering with the wind when inadvertently.

From this angle, Hemmer couldn't see her specific eyes.

Eliden raised his dark lips and said softly, "War is a power game of the superiors, and human nature in war is also distorted. No matter how beautiful things are, after countless baptisms of war, the final result is the same. ”

"Nagaros, the bitter cold land of the far north, is home to our dark elves, but why should the High Elves live in the warm island of Osune? Are we going to endure the bitter cold winds and kill each other on the barren land for a little bit of food? ”

"It's not just a blood feud.....

"Lord Hemer, do you know that if we lose, everything that happens in this city will play out in the ancient city of Quintex. Death is always with us, and it doesn't disappear depending on the time and place. There will always be the dead, either us or them, who will become only the cheeks of the dead. ”

"Well, but if you want to really change all this, I can show you a clear way."

Hemmer was silent for a while, and then whispered, "How?" ”

"Don't you understand? It's because your good and evil are not pure enough that you feel pain. If you always do it from a high vantage point, your heart is like water, and your reason is close to cruelty, you won't be tormented by seeing others suffer, right? Eliden chuckled, "Lord Hemmer was born in Truzzy, and he still has a kind heart, I really don't know what to say." ”

Hemer was speechless.

Then I heard the sorceress continue, "There is still a way. Those who hold power control their destiny. When you have the power to change the world, you don't care about anyone's opinion. Gods, elves, and humans are all under your will. ”

His gaze on the sorceress, from the time he knew her to the present, she would always be an unobtrusive, hippie-smiling, murderous sorceress. Hemmer had never seen her calm, let alone so deep.

Facing the sea breeze, Hemmer was thinking about Eliden's words.

Suddenly, she called his name.

"Hey, Hemmer."

"Huh?"

"Have you ever seen a blue deeper than the sea?" Eliden said suddenly.

Eliden bent down, the two of them so close that he could see the starlight in her eyes.

Blue deeper than the sea? What kind of color is that? Hemmer shook his head.

"I've seen it."

Elaidon turned and walked away towards the city of Anaheim, reduced to hell.

Hemmer was left alone on the edge of hell, his mind disorganized.