Hemmer spoofs square dancing and bundling in order to breathe life into the boring and boring decadent daily life of the dark elves.

At first, he was worried about whether the people of Ironthorn would be okay with such an overly edgy form of entertainment, but the results seemed to be good.

Seeing the crowd of demons dancing below, with a smile on his face, Hemer let out a long breath.

The first night of Bundy lasted until midnight, when the townsfolk left.

As the days passed, square dancing became a regular nightly entertainment for the residents of Ironthorn. Hemmer and Aurelia continue to work together, increasing the content of the music library.

Solving the problem of entertainment, Hemmer gradually focused on military politics.

Militarily, he vigorously recruited new recruits to supplement the previous attrition in the Battle of Anaheim, replenishing each unit to full strength, while at the same time forming five new teams, one each of the three basic classes, the Gloomy Swordsman, the Dread Spearman, and the Black Sharp Crossbowman.

The other is the supernumerary Black Ark Pirate Regiment, numbering one hundred and fifty people.

Finally, there are fifty newly trained cold lizard knights.

The total number of old and new troops remained at about 1,500.

In terms of government affairs, Hemmer continued to expand the scale of Iron Thorn Town, and the original plan of expansion left and right was completed successively with the help of Fezzain.

The cold lizard fence on the left side was built due to the topography, which saved a lot of manpower and material resources, and was completed in only ten days.

In the future, this place will be used as a cold lizard breeding base in Iron Thorn Town, providing a steady stream of cold lizard troops for Hemer.

The right side of Ironthorn was planned by Hemmer as the main direction of development in the future, and the original goal of construction was to provide housing for High Elf slaves.

As the clock ticks, Nagalos is about to enter a harsh winter, with temperatures approaching minus fifty or sixty degrees Celsius at night. Accustomed to the low temperature, Duruszy stayed at home every night, naturally. But Hemer's 2,000-odd Azul slaves clinged to their meager tents and couldn't survive the winter.

Hemmer put a lot of manpower and material resources into the construction of the new city, and finally let the group of high elves live in the black tower before the winter comes.

However, when Hermer had only finished solving the problem of slave housing, he suddenly found himself facing another huge challenge.

Death at midnight.

*

On a sunny morning, Eliden made her way to the back garden of the lord's manor, where she saw Hermer practicing magic in a clearing in the middle of the garden.

Compared to the thin trench coat she wore at any time, Hemmer had no less than four pieces of clothing on her body since the beginning of winter, and she was wrapped in more rice dumplings all day long.

If it weren't for the fact that there was nothing wrong with Hemer's appearance, Eliden would have doubted whether he was a Truuzzi after all.

Hemmer was chanting a spell at the moment, and on the snow in front of him, a small sapling no longer than a human finger broke through the snow and stretched out in the warm sunlight, two green young leaves gently swaying in the breeze.

Eliden couldn't help but wonder, "Lord Hemer, are you planting trees?" Well, these two leaves are pretty good, but it's probably hard for such a young sapling to survive this winter. ”

Hearing the sorceress's pointing, there were two more black lines between Hemer's eyebrows, and he flicked Eliden's restless hand away and corrected, "This is not a sapling, but a forest revival of life magic." ”

"Do you know what forest recovery is? Forests have survived for thousands of years and hold extraordinary memories. When summoned, they unleash an epoch-long repressive rage. Ages of rage! Do you understand? ”

"See, this anger that has been suppressed for thousands of years!" Reluctantly, he reluctantly relentlessly cast Forest Resuscitation, and a few minutes later, there was a companion next to the little sapling.

Helmer: ....

"Hahaha, that's funny." Eliden laughed. "Is this the fury of the forest? Well, it's not useless, maybe you can take advantage of the enemy's back, and use this trick to trip the opponent, hehe. ”

"Is it that funny?" Hemmer's face flushed.

"It's okay, it's okay. Lord Hemer, actually, Nagalus's life magic wind flows much weaker in the winter than usual, so maybe it will be much bigger if you wait until the summer when you release it? At that time, it can at least be used to make a burning stick. ”

Knowing that Eliden was teasing him, Hemmer couldn't help but let out a long sigh and exhale a thick white mist.

"Let's get down to business. I came to you today to discuss something important. Hemmer sat down in the pavilion and poured a cup of hot water for the two of them.

Eliden picked up his glass and took a sip, "Big deal? Could it be that Master Hemmer has figured it out? ”

"Figure out what?"

Eliden raised his eyebrows and smiled ambiguously, "Of course, you will contribute to the population of Truzi with me." ”

"Ahem, ahem. What are you thinking about day by day, girl? Hemmer choked on his throat and coughed for a while while holding his cup, "I said can you not think about what you have and don't have for a day, okay little girl?" ”

"Cut, boring." His eyes suddenly dimmed, and Eliden looked up at the ceiling in pain: "Hemer, tell me if you are a man or not." How can you not be tempted at all in the face of such a sexy beauty? Forget it, you want to make your big plans come true, I know. But you're not too young, and in a few years, it's time to think about your partner...... Maybe one day he will die on the battlefield, and then he won't even have a descendant.

"Phew, bah, bah. Stop! Hemmer put down his glass and gestured, "First of all, I'm a man, and secondly, you have nothing to do with the word sexy." In the end, my vitality is absolutely tenacious and I can't die. You don't have to think about the problem of future generations, hey. ”

"Anyway, if I don't beat Ruschia, I don't want to be entangled in these things." Hemmer is a firm believer in the invincibility of youth and hates being tied down.

"Lustchia? Why don't you just lay down Osune? ”

"It's not impossible."

Eliden opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word: "...... Well, I'm kind of convinced. So what are you asking me for, planting trees with you? ”

"Of course not."

"Cut, boring." Eliden said in disgust, "What's that?" ”

"Midnight of Death."

"Death midnight?" Eliden wondered, "It's going to be held in half a month, what are you doing for this?" ”

Hemmer stood up and looked at the snow falling outside the pavilion, and his voice was low: "There have been a lot of outsiders in Ironthorn Town lately, you know. ”

"You know, aren't they the witches from the ancient city of Quintex? They're here to help the Kane Sacrifice reach the number of Midnight Sacrifices of Death, a bunch of crazy women. Eliden shrugged.

Every year in the winter, the Dark Elves hold a bloody carnival called Midnight of Death, on which all the witches perform a sacred procession through the streets and alleys, capturing all the creatures they see, regardless of their status or gender, and sending them to the temple to be sacrificed to Kane.

If the required number of sacrifices is not completed, the spirits will be randomly killed to sacrifice to Kane.

During this time, all ordinary residents can do is lock their doors and pray that the witch spirits will not find them, or prepare a large sum of money for the Temple of Kane.

Even if it is safe to survive the midnight of death, families who have not been "patronized" by the witch will customarily sacrifice a family member to thank Kane.

With Hermer's character, he would never allow such a thing to happen on his own turf.

"Ironthorn doesn't host Midnight of Death." Hemmer clapped his hands and said categorically.

"Huh?" Something wrong with your ears? How could Lord Hemmer say such a thing?

"Lord Hemer, you'd better just talk about this kind of thing in front of me. Otherwise, if you let any person hear it, it will be a big problem. Eliden shook the cup in his hand, looked at the ripples in it, and said in a solemn tone: "You should know that midnight of death is an extremely holy day. Whether it was the witch performing the ritual or the captured civilians, they were convinced that only by offering enough flesh and blood sacrifices to Kane would he protect us Truzzy. ”

"So, you have to understand that to prevent Death from taking place at midnight is not just against the altar of Kane or the witchcraft, but against all believers who believe in Kane."

Eliden's dark lips curled slightly, "Deviant behavior is very likely to lead to the enemy of the world. ”

Her words didn't startle Hemmer, he had already thought about these questions before, so he chuckled in response, "Eliden, to tell you the truth, I never believed in Kane. ”

Hemmer sat down across from her, meeting the sorceress's gaze openly.

"Since you don't believe in Kane, which scripture is you leaving, and what kind of way is the rebellion?"

And Truuzzi, who didn't believe in Kane? Eliden was stunned and stared at Hemmer in disbelief.

But on second thought, ever since she knew Hermer, this guy had always acted out of the ordinary, and the kind one was not like Truzzy.

If you don't believe Kane, if another Dreadlord says this, Eliden won't believe it, but Hermer, she thinks it's entirely possible.

Seeing that Eliden seemed to be serious, Hemmer immediately couldn't help laughing, "You believe me when I'm joking." ”

"You lied to me, Hemmer!" Damn, he was fooled by Hemer's big log. Eliden was annoyed, grabbed Hemmer's collar and shook it.

"Wrong, wrong. Sister, it's okay if I'm wrong. Hemmer confessed on the spot.

"Hee-hee, that's pretty much it."

"Alright, let's get down to business." Hemmer regained his serious expression and said, "Although I believe in Kane, I also know what is right and what is wrong, and I have never blurred the line between right and wrong. Whoever dares to lose his place on my turf will be taken and sacrificed to Kane. ”

"And as far as I know, Midnight of Death is essentially a ritual to honor Kane. The so-called flesh and blood sacrifices were also added later, so there was no need for them. Even the Witch King has emphasized that it is forbidden to overkill outside of Hal Goncy. I don't think he likes death at midnight. I'm just doing what the Witch King wants. ”

"I've looked into it, and it's midnight of death now, over-commercialized. The major shopping malls in the ancient city of Quentex are eager to put on the shelves half a year in advance the festival life-saving gift package and the same erotic dress of the empress, and the contemporary Duruchinen youth have forgotten the true meaning of death Midnight, and their minds are full of only killing and small long holidays! The festival is losing its flavor more and more! I think in the beginning, the meaning of Midnight of Death was just to honor Kane! Traditional culture, Eliden! Don't forget the original purpose of the holiday! Hemmer patted the table and said bitterly.

"Uh...."What is this word...

Eliden smiled helplessly, "Lord Hemer, it's useless for you to tell me. You've got to talk to those Kane sacrifices. ”

"Talking to those killers about the severity of human life? Then I might as well play the piano to the cow. Hemmer took Eliden's hand and said with a sincere look in his eyes, "That's why I found you to help me." ”

"Help? How can it help? ”

"Absolute repression!" Hemmer said coldly.