For six days after the assault on Anaheim, the Dark Elves plundered and plundered during the day, singing and applauding love at night.

To the High Elves Natives, Anaheim is like hell on earth, but to the Dark Elves it is a paradise of pleasure.

On the land that is about to be corrupted by chaos, pain and pleasure are intertwined, giving birth to all kinds of bitter fruits of sin.

Annoyed, Hemmer and his subordinates occupied a luxurious courtyard with a quiet environment, which covered an extremely large area, and was well decorated with pavilions and water pavilions, and exotic flowers and plants could be seen everywhere.

I think the original owner was a nobleman with a head and a face in Anaheim, and he was quite good at enjoying life, but I don't know which grave he is lying on now, and he has mushrooms on his body.

Quite satisfied with this place, Helmer brought his headquarters over, planning to stay here for a while, and when Aunt Mo finished dealing with the military and political affairs of Anaheim, he would return to Ironthorn Town with his people.

After all, he took the city and didn't know his own, he always worked for Aunt Mo.

If he had followed Hermer's mentality earlier, his ultimate goal would have been to become a prince, and it would be nothing to follow Aunt Mo to fight around, maybe if he worked hard, he could make Marekis happy with his new father.

But in the past few days, he has been going back and forth about Eliden's words, if you want to change the status quo, you must have great power.

The great husband was born in heaven and earth, how can he be depressed and live under the people for a long time? How can it be comfortable to be a minister?

The lord was no longer Hemer's ultimate goal, as a seed called ambition had quietly taken root in Hemer's heart.

Now that he has come to the Warhammer world, he has to climb up step by step and become the highest Phoenix King.

Now, of course, it's time to think about it. If his ambitions are exposed, not to mention that it would be easy for the Dark Elves' current strongest Marekis to kill him, none of the other faction leaders will be fuel-efficient lamps.

If Hemmer wants to be on top, he still needs to continue to sharpen his minions and wait for an opportunity.

After all, Truuzzi's society is dominated by the strong, and the reason why Marekis's rule is stable is not only his natural aristocratic blood, but also his unrivaled strength. Unlike the human-dominated empire and Bretonnia, having aristocratic blood has already left a lot of others behind.

In the afternoon, Hemmer lay on a soft couch, playing with a repeater, and in a disinterested manner messed up the paintings and decorative vases on the walls.

"Stepping on a horse, Aurelia and Ellene, this little deflated three, don't worry about playing cards with me, Eliden also took someone to rob, life is really boring."

Hemerge lay down, staring blankly at the ceiling, and was so decadent for a few days, until Aunt Mo ordered the army to stop plundering. After all, she wanted a colonial port with a steady supply of supplies, not a useless dead city.

The teams returned to the camp, and Hemmer finally had time to gather his troops and count the casualties.

"643 killed, 56 seriously wounded, 142 lightly wounded, 17 missing, a total of 858 casualties."

Hemmer took the statistical table handed over by Anzales, and it was not a good thing to see.

He brought out more than 1,000 people, and more than six layers were killed in battle alone. The bottoms are all gone.

"I was thinking about wrestling with the Skaven, but now I think it would be nice to be able to defend Ironspike Town, hey."

At this time, a scout came to report, "My lord, the spoils of war from the Empress have arrived, and they are waiting for your review in the square." ”

Hemer, who was carrying the trophy together, suddenly came to his senses and walked out of the hall with Anzales and the others.

After the seizure of the city, Moras fulfilled his promise to the lords, not only allowing all sides to plunder, but also giving a large amount of money and slaves.

More than 300 soldiers in the square were smiling, and all of them were very rich.

In front of them, dozens of large wooden boxes full of gold coins were placed, and more than two thousand High Elf slaves knelt on the ground with fearful eyes, waiting for their new masters in trepidation.

Seeing Hemmer striding out, the soldiers suddenly restrained their expressions and held their heads high.

The slaves buried their heads in fear of being noticed by the Dreadlord.

"Hello comrades." Hemmer came to the high platform, raised his hand to say hello, and then his eyes fell on the large wooden boxes placed in several rows under the high platform.

Hemmer had one lifted up and lifted the lid, and was instantly dazzled by the yellow gold, and his turquoise pupils were filled with golden light.

"Ahh Anzales, how much is in a wooden box? Hemer's cheeks were hot and his heart was pounding.

He grabbed a handful of gold coins, and the taste of ecstasy almost caused Hemmer to fly into the sky and shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

"There are at least a thousand gold coins in each box, my lord. A total of fifty boxes. plus the rest of the valuables worth 20,000 gold coins, and more than 2,000 young and strong slaves. ”

Fifty boxes? That's 50,000 gold coins!

Plus two thousand slaves?!

Hemmer swallowed his saliva, slowly stood up, his eyes fell on the rest of the gold coin boxes and the terrified slaves, and his body twitched, "Evil! ”

The loot captured in this siege is much more than a loot in the game.

I don't want to plunder, but it's giving too much.

Slave? Soldiers!

Hemmer looked at the kneeling elves below with burning eyes, so many handsome men and beautiful girls, any one of them is a supermodel.

Slave? Soldiers! Wouldn't it be tyrannical to serve him on the battlefield if he didn't go to the battlefield?

There are two thousand people, compared to how many people are in Iron Thorn Town, and there are only less than four thousand nobles, and there are two thousand High Elf slaves in front of him alone. The High Elves are no weaker than the Dark Elves, and if they can train these slaves, it will be a large army.

"Anzales, keep these slaves in good hands, I'll be of great use. If it's dead, I'll ask you. Hemmer patted Anzales's breastplate, thought for a moment and added, "Take care of the brothers' birds, don't harass them, understand?" ”

Bird?

The straight man's Anzales is no more sensible than the sullen man Khill, and after thinking about it for a long time, he understood what Hemer meant, his old face turned red and scratched his head, "No problem, my lord." ”

"By the way, my lord, the soldier you asked me to check last time was found by my subordinates."

"Found it?" Hemmer nodded and said in a deep voice, "After returning to Iron Thorn Town, take out three hundred gold coins to appease his family." ”

"Three hundred gold coins?! An adult wants to appease a junior soldier with three hundred gold coins?! Anzales was surprised.

Anzales' reaction was great, and many of the soldiers below could hear him.

"What? Is it less? Hemmer pondered, yes, people died for themselves, and they lost their lives here. He can give three hundred gold coins at hand now, is it possible to exchange the other party's life?

"Add another 300."

"That's not what the subordinates meant. My lord, I mean, three hundred gold coins is a little bit more? ”

"Not much." Hemmer waved his hand, then looked at the soldiers below, and said in a loud voice: "Not only him, but all the families of those who died in this battle will be subsidized." I will set aside 20,000 gold coins alone as a family allowance to make sure that every family can hear. ”

The soldiers looked up at Hemmer in unison, their eyes full of astonishment.

No lord had ever treated his men like this, and in the eyes of the nobles, soldiers were nothing more than stepping stones to higher positions, and their lives could be squandered at will.

But Hemmer was willing to give nearly half of the spoils to comfort the families of the fallen soldiers....

At this moment, everyone's confusion and incomprehension exceeded the emotion, so that the whole square was silent for the first time.

Hemer on the high platform smiled, "You are my soldiers, not tools. I have an obligation to bring you back alive, and I have an obligation to take responsibility for your death. Although 20,000 gold coins are a lot, they can't get back the lives of those brothers who died in battle, so you should talk about comfort. ”

At this moment, the soldiers came back to their senses one after another, seeing the lord's reluctant smile and the loss in his eyes.

Think about the brother who fought side by side with him before, and say that it is gone.

Many people felt sour and were also moved by the lord's words.

Seeing this scene, Hemer was relieved a lot, because the effect he wanted was achieved.

The society of the dark elves relies on the law of the jungle, which is too cruel, and there is a lack of emotional bonds between people, and they only live for their own interests.

The lords drive the army, mostly on the grounds of racial hatred, driven by interests as bait, such an army does not have the slightest faith, how much combat power can burst out, it all depends on how big the pie painted by the lord. Once the battlefield is against the wind, it is often out of control.

If Hemmer wants to change all this, he must first slowly change his troops, subtly change their thinking, and make them realize that in addition to money and hate, there are also feelings.

Just as Hemmer asked his men to move the gold crates into the vault, a scout on a dark steed came to the square and asked for an audience.

Hemmer summoned the other party, but he didn't expect that the scout had driven more than fifty cold lizards.

These majestic big guys scared the slaves as soon as they entered the square.

They saw a lot of cold lizards eating people, and it was terrible.

"What does that mean?" Hemer was puzzled.

"Lord Helmer, the Empress has ordered her subordinates to bring fifty Lizards to you, and she will allow you to form your own Lizard Cavalry Force."

Cold Lizard Rider?!

Noble knight grandfather!

Hemmer thought about the precious cavalry!

Hemer's gaze immediately changed when he looked at those cold lizards, these are all treasures.

The Cold Lizard Knight, the Cold Lizard Dread Knight, and the Cold Lizard Chariot are all the elite of the Dark Elf army.

Now that Hemmer has only three low-level legions at his disposal, the Dread Spearman, the Gloomy Swordsman, and the Black Sharp Crossbowman, if he can create a group of Cold Lizard Knight troops, it will definitely be a huge strengthening.

He immediately accepted the cold lizard with a smile, and then gave the herald a bag of gold coins to return to Aunt Mo to express his gratitude.

"Anzales, what do you see?" Hemmer grinned as he pointed to the restless cold lizards.

"Back to my lord, fifty cold lizards."

"Nonsense." Hemmer shook his head and said inscrutablely, "More than that." One life is two, two is three, three is everything, and what I see is not fifty cold lizards, but countless cold lizard knights. ”

"I have to find an opportunity to popularize the traditional arts of our Happy Sect to popularize and nurture more for this group of big guys."

"Let's take this batch of cold lizards first, no, pull down this batch of masters, so that they can be served."

Anzales nodded, and was just about to take the cold lizard away with someone, when Hemer leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Feed more aphrodisiac things in the things they eat, our Joy Sect has no shortage of this thing, and we are full three times a day." ”

Anzales: ....

He didn't expect that Hemmer was such a serious person that he didn't even participate in the applause for love conference, and he didn't expect to be so concerned about the livelihood of the cold lizard.

Spit and spit out, he still remembered Hemer's order.

A few days later, Morath finished his military affairs and ordered the lords to return to their garrisons while he stayed in Anaheim in case the Shadow King returned.

Now that the High Elves have been driven out of Nagarus, the biggest threat is the Skaven and the Lizardmen in the southern Rustia region.

The province of Quintex of Mom Mo happened to be bordered by two sides, so it was not appropriate to leave the army on the eastern front for a long time.

Given the order to return to his station, Hemmer returned to his heart, first cremating his corpses and packing the ashes into boxes, and then leaving Anaheim with them and the spoils of war.

On the vast plains, Hemmer rode on the back of a dark steed, looked back at Anaheim in the setting sun, and suddenly smiled.

Aurelia was puzzled, "What's wrong, Hemer?" ”

Hemmer smiled: "In the Moras army, I am a caged bird and a fish in the net, but as long as I return to Iron Thorn Town, this line is like a fish into the sea, and the bird is in the sky, and I am no longer bound by the cage net!" ”

He's about to start his expansion plans.